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NOVEMBER,    1916 


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cAJ^'dA'S  PLAN  FOR  THE  DISABLED 9 

K.   BOWKER. 
THE  WITCH  OF  ATLAS   (Short  Story)    12 

Petkr  McArthur. 
BY  AN  AUTUMN  FIRE  (Poetry)   14 

L.  M.  Montgomery. 
WANTED— A  NATIONAL  ANTHEM    1.', 

Arthur  Stringer. 

BEHIND  THE  BOLTED  DOOR?   (Serial  Story) 17 

Arthth  K.  Mc'Faui  ane. 

— Illustrated  by  Henry  Raleigh. 

PUTTING  THE  CROP  ACROSS   •_'! 

B.  D.  Thornley. 

THE  ANATOMY  OF  LOVE    (Serial  Story) 24 

Arthur  Stringer. 

— Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwardif. 

FLEURETTE   (A  War  Poem)    JT 

Robert  W.  Service. 

— Illustrated  by  C.  W.  Jefferyn. 

CONSERVING  THE  CONSERVATIVES    29 

H.  F.  Gadsby. 

— Illustrated  by  Lou  Skucc. 

STRAWSTACK   STRATEGY   (Short  Story)    32 

H.  M.  Tandy 

WHAT  THE  GODS  SEND   (Three-Part  Story) 35 

Hopkins  Moorehouse. 

— Illustrated  by  E.  J.  Dinsmore. 
THE  ADVANCE  OF  CANADIAN   STARS 38 

Hugh  S.  Eayrs. 

DONALD  Mclaughlin    (Short  story)    41 

James  Paxton  Vorhees. 

—Illustrated  by  J.  W.  Beatty. 

REVIEW  OF  REVIEWS   42 

THE  BUSINESS  OUTLOOK  84 

TALKS  ON   INVESTMENTS    86 


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Number  1 


Canada's  Plan  /or  the  Disabled 

Written  With  the  Authorization  of 
Sir  James  Lougheed 

By  K.  Bowker 


SOME  months  ago,  a  prominent  Mont- 
realer  suddenly  awakened  to  the 
fact  that  some  provision  should  be 
made  for  the  returned,  wounded,  or  dis- 
abled soldier.  The  thought  disturbed  his 
rest.  The  Government  should  see  to  it. 
Governments,  being  composed  not  of  men, 
but  machines,  do  not  think  of  these  things. 
So  he  made  some  suggestions  for  the  use 
of  an  unthoughtful  country,  and  sent 
them  to  Ottawa. 

The  Government  was  interested.  It 
was  quite  a  good  plan.  It  was  not  so 
good  as  the  plan  that  had  been  in  opera- 
tion for  some  fourteen  months,  because 
the  Montreal  man  had  only  spent  a  few 
hours  over  it.  And  the  Government  plan 
had  been  the  outcome  of  the  deliberations 
of  as  many  men,  who  were  expert  in  the 
.subject,  a.?  it  had  been  possible  to  bring 
together.  They  had  evolved  a  plan,  after 
the  careful  study  of  the  systems  at  pre- 
sent in  use  in  other  and  older  countries. 
.\nd  the  plan  had  then  been  elaborated 
and  adapted   to  Canadian   conditions. 

But  it  was  interesting  to  note  that  a 
business  man — a  citizen  of  one  of  our 
large  commercial  and  industrial  centres, 
an  active  able  man — had  no  idea  that  the 
Government  was  making  any  provision 
whatsoever  for  these  men. 

And  then  again  some  enterprising  vol- 
unteers have  gone  about  taking — or  en- 
deavoring to  take — subscriptions  to  sup- 
ply artificial  limbs  for  the  disabled,  and 
to  .?tart  schools  for  the  blind  Canadian 
soldiers. 

In  view  of  the  fact  that  the  cases  cited 
are  probably  more  representative  than 
isolated,  a  statement  of  the  scope,  accom- 
plishments, and  aims  of  the  Military  Hos- 
pitalf"  Commission,  may  not  be  out  of 
place. 

"\^^  HEN    the    European    war    began, 
Canada's  permanent  army  consist- 
ed of  a  few  thousand  men.     She  had,  it  is 
true,  many  militia   regiments.     But  war 


Sir  James  Lougheed,  head  of  the 
Military  Hospitals  Commission. 

came  unexpectedly  upon  a  nation  unpre- 
pared for  it.  The  nature  of  the  con- 
flict, and  all  that  the  ipsue  meant  for 
Canada,  was  quickly  realized;  and  a  wave 
of  patriotic  fervar  and  activity  swept 
from  end  to  end  of  the  country. 

The  strengrth  of  popular  determination 
and  enthusiasm  was  behind  the  efforts 
of  the  Militia  Department,  and  the  army 
that  sprang  into  being  was  worthy  to 
play  its  part  with  heroic  nations,  worthy 
to  represent  Canada  among  them.  It  was 
indeed,  Canada  in  action. 

Endless  effort  and  self-saciifiee  have 
resulted  in  the  recruiting  of  over  three 


hundred  thousand  Canadians.  Of  the.se 
men,  some  two  hundred  thousand  have 
already  left  Canada.  At  Ypres,  Festu- 
bert,  St.  Eloi,  they  have  set  a  standard 
for  their  compatriots.  Those  names  will 
srtir  the  souls  of  Canadians  while  history 
endures. 

A  certain  number  of  men  broke  under 
the  hardships  of  training,  and  returned 
to  this  country  before  the  Canadians  had 
actually  reached  the  front.  And  as  soon 
as  the  Canadian  troops  were  in  action, 
the  number  of  wounded  or  disabled  who 
were  returning  to  be  cured  or  discharged, 
grew  to  serious  proportions. 

The  existing  Canadian  Military  Or- 
ganization was  not  prepared  for  hand- 
ling such  large  numbers  of  these  men. 
As  it  had  already  been  necessary  to  im- 
provise means  to  meet  new  conditions  in 
the  recruiting  and  training  of  men  as 
soldiers,  so  it  became  necessary  to  pro- 
vide new  machinery  for  dealing  with 
these  same  soldiers  when  unfit  for  fur- 
ther service;  and  for  re-fitting  them  to 
be,  once  more,  civilian  citizens. 

T^  OR  this  purpose,  the  Military  Hospi- 
■*■  tal  Commission  was  formed  at  the 
instance  of  the  Prime  Minister,  and  ap- 
pointed by  an  Order  in  Council  in  June, 
1915.  Powers  most  wide  were  given  to 
the  Commission,  that  the  problem  of  the 
returned  soldier,  his  welfare  in  sickness 
and  in  health  might  be  fully  and  effec- 
tively dealt  with. 

It's  members  include  the  Hon.  Sir 
James  Lougheed,  P.C,  K.C.M.G.,  Pre- 
sident; the  Hon.  Thomas  W.  Crothers, 
P.C,  K.C,  Hon.  Col.  Sir  Rodolphe  For- 
get, W.K.  George,  Esq.,  Lloyd  Harris, 
Esq.,  J.  H.  S.  Matson,  Esq.,  D.  Lome 
McGibbon,  Esq.,  the  Hon.  John  N.  Mc- 
Lennan, Col.  Sir  H.  M.  Pellatt,  C.V.O., 
Lt.-Col.  C.  W.  Rowley,  Lt.-Col.  Clarence 
F.  Smith  Lt.-Col.  Thomas  Walker,  M.D., 
Smeaton  White,  Esq.,  W.  M.  Dobell,  Esq., 
and  the  Director  General  of  Medical  Ser- 


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vices.  By  arrangement  with  the  Provin- 
cial Governments,  the  Commission  has 
been  enlarged  by  the  appointment  of  one 
ex-officio  member  to  represent  each  pro- 
vince. 

Until  men  are  discharged  they  remain  in 
the  Military  Hospitals  Commission  com- 
mand. The  Command  is  a  unit  of  the  Can- 
adian Expeditionary  Force.  The  purpose 
of  the  Command  is  to  secure  the  coherence 
of  military  organization  in  all  measures 
undertaken  for  projwr  conveyance  of  re- 
turned invalided  men  to  a  sound  position 
in  civilian  life. 

A  N  exhaustive  study  has  been  made  of 
-'*•  the  methods  and  treatment  used  in 
the  older  countries.  Germany  was  in  the 
full  swing  of  extra  preparation  for  her 
war  cripples  before  hostilities  were  two 
weeks  old.  France  and  Belgium  have 
risen  nobly  and  intelligently  to  the  need. 

In  France,  four  main  plans  have  been 
followed  in  providing  vocational  re-edu- 
cation for  disabled  soldiers. 

Special  schools  have  been  established 
for  them. 

Arrangements  have  been  made  by 
which  they  attend  technical  institutions, 
or  become  apprentices  in  business  houses. 

Guilds  and  trade  labor  associations 
have  provided  special  training  for  them. 

Under  very  special  circumstances,  and 
to  very  special  cases,  the  Government  has 
given  allowances  to  maintain  these  men 
at  their  homes,  ot  ehsewhere,  while  they 
are  undergoing  their  re-education. 

Each  of  these  systems  has  it's  advan- 
tages, but,  a.s  a  rule,  the  establishment  of 
special  schools  for  the  re-education  of  dii»- 
abled  men,  is  by  far  the  most  useful.  It 
teaches  quickly  and  maintains  enthusi- 
asm and  sound  habits  of  work  in  those 
it  instructs.  Two  hundred  inmates  have 
been  found  to  make  an  institution  of  con- 
venient size. 

Since  no  school  is  large  enough  to  teach 


A  cluss  in  draughting  made  np  of  returned 
soldiers,    Toronto    Convalescent      Hospital. 

every  trade,  these  institutions  are  usually 
placed  near  large  cities,  in  which  instruc- 
tion and  practice  in  unusual,  or  highly 
technical,  occupations,  can  be  easily  ob- 
tained. 

It  frequently  becomes  necessary  for  the 
training  to  be  completed  either  in  a  tech- 
nical school,  or  in  the  workshops  or  office 
of  some  business  house.  In  these  cases 
arrangements  have  been  made  by  which 
men  who  are  still  soldiers,  and  under  the 
care  of  the  Government,  may  continue 
their  training  while  following  a  course 
in  a  technical  school,  or  while  serving  as, 
apprentice  to  a  firm. 

In  order  that  the  men  may  be  near 
their  friends,  and  the  places  in  which 
they  will  probably  wish  to  find  employ- 
ment, they  are  re-educated,  as  far  as 
possible,  in  the  vocational  school  nearest 
to  the  place  where  they  intend  to  settle. 

One  of  the  best  of  the  existing  institu- 
tions for  the  vocational  re-education  of 
the  soldier  is  the  Belgian  institute,  estab- 
lished at  Vernon,  France.  This  is  in 
charge  of  Major  Harcourt  who,  before 
the  war,  was  a  contractor  in  Brussel.^, 
and  who  has  an  intimate  and  unusual 
knowledge  of  all  trades.  Under  his  direc- 
tion forty-three  different  trades  are 
taught  covering  every  variety  of  occu- 
pation. 

W.  M.  Dobell.  dealing  with  this  insti- 
tute, in  his  report  to  the  Commission, 
says: 

"This  institution  is  operated  in  con- 
nection with  the  AuglO'Belgian  Hospital 
at  Rouen,  so  that  the  men  are  only  sent 
to  Vernon  when  they  are  considered  to 
have  finished  with  actual  hospital  treat- 
ment. On  arrival  at  Vernon,  they  are 
put  through  a  highly  scientific  test  in 
order  to  establish  their  physical  capacity, 
and  no  man  is  allowed  to  attempt  to  learn 
a  trade  which  will  be  too  arduous  for  him, 
or  at  which  he  is  not  likely  to  become 
efficient.    The  underlying  principle  of  the 


whole  establishment  is:  Constant  work, 
and  no  idleness.  There  is  a  small  hospi- 
tal in  connection,  where  men  who  become 
ill,  or  who  are  temporarily  suffering  from 
their  old  wounds,  are  accommodated;  and 
• — unless  they  are  actually  helpless — they 
are  required  to  do  some  sort  of  work  in 
bed ;  the  hospital  orderlies  being  men  who 
have  passed  examination  in  such  work  as 
net-making  and  light  basket  work." 

When  the  French  soldier  has  com- 
pleted his  training  in  one  of  the  excellent 
French  schools  for  the  vocational  train- 
ing of  disabled  men,  a  certificate  of  capa- 
city is  issued  to  him  by  the  institution 
at  which  he  has  "graduated."  The  great- 
est care  is  taken  in  issuing  these  certifi- 
cates, in  order  that  they  may  become  a 
recognized  proof  of  high  efficiency,  so 
that  employers  may  feel  that  they  are 
safe  in  relying  upon  the  competence  of 
those  who  possess  them. 

There  are  two  great  outstanding  fea- 
tures in  this  work. 

The  first  is  the  necessity  for  inspiring 
the  patient  with  the  idea  that,  though  the 
country  owes  him  a  great  deal,  he  owes 
himself  more.  Dr.  Amar,  the  great 
French  authority,  says:  "The  disabled 
man  must  be  made  to  understand  (and 
he  will  easily  grasp  the  fact) ,  that  work 
is  the  regenerator  and  sole  fortifier  of  his 
body  and  his  mind;  it  alone  furnishes 
material  sources  for  a  livelihood,  and 
those  moral  resources  which,  in  him  espe- 
cially, excite  our  admiration.  A  too- 
prolonged  stay  in  convalescent  homes  and 
hospital.^  is  the  true  cause  of  idleness, 
which  is,  moreover,  accentuated  by  th» 
condition  of  the  man  that  is  there  c^'n- 
demned  to  inaction.  The  re-education 
of  the  joints  and  the  muscles,  followed 
by  exercises  in  his  trade,  so  harmonized 
as  to  assure  for  the  individual,  the 
maximum  of  his  output,  must  begin  in 
the  convalescent  home  before  medical 
treatment  is  finished." 


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The  second  is  the  necessity  for  a  very 
careful  choice  of  the  trade  or  profession 
for  which  the  soldier  is  to  be  re-educated. 
Very  many  of  these  men  are  able  to  go 
back  to  their  original  callings.  The  loss 
of  a  leg,  or  even  an  eye,  does  not  neces- 
-sarily  prevent  a  man  from  returning  to 
a  shop  or  an  office. 

But  in  other  cases  it  is  inadvisable  for 
them  to  try  and  resume  their  former  oc- 
cupations. Their  disabilities  will  make 
it  impossible  for  them  to  compete  on 
equal  terms,  if  at  all,  with  uninjured  men. 
Such  men  are  given  vocational  training 
in  some  occupation  in  which  their  former 
trade  has  already  given  them  a  ground- 
ing. 

It  will  be  readily  understood  that  the 
choice  of  a  trade  should  be  guided  by  ex- 
perts,  basing  their   suggestions   on : 

1.  A  man's  physical  ability — or  dis- 
ability. 

2.  His  previous  calling. 

•3.  His  tastes,  and  his  psychological  ca- 
pacity. 

In  England  the  same  course  is  being 
followed,  though  not  yet  as  systemati- 
cally as  on  the  continent. 

French  statistics  tell  us  that  eighty 
per  cent,  of  the  maimed  men  can  be  voca- 
tionally re-educated.  The  greater  part  of 
the  twenty  per  cent,  that  cannot  be 
helped,  are  either  the  victims  of  alchol- 
ism,  or  of  the  ingrained  idea  that  as  they 
have  been  wounded  in  defense  of  the 
State,  the  State  must  provide  for  them, 
with  no  help  on  their  part. 

JN  France,  the  question  of  pensions  has 
given  rise  to  a  good  deal  of  trouble, 
and  some  heartburning.  The  pension  of 
a  man  vocationally  re-educated  was  re- 
duced by  the  amount  of  his  restored  earn- 
ing power.  This  was  putting  a  premium  on 
idleness,  as  a  man's  earnings  might  fluc- 
tuate, while  the  pension  of  a  man  who 
would  not  help  himself,  remained  secure. 


Returned  xoldiern  in 
Montreal     Hospital 


Happily,  however,  this  matter  is  now  be- 
ing readjusted.  We  are  fighting  a  na- 
tional war,  in  which  each  Canadian  feels 
that  he  fights  for  his  personal  rights. 
And,  if  necessary,  the  country  will  spend 
the  last  man  and  the  last  dollar  that  she 
possesses.  In  such  a  war,  each  citizen 
shares  the  responsibility;  and  the  burden 
of  personal  detriment,  such  as  mental  or 
physical  iniury  incurred  by  Canada's 
sons,  must  be  born  so  far  as  is  possible, 
by  Canada's  citizens.  This  is  done,  in 
some  measure,  by  paying  the  disabled 
men  appropriate  pensions,  the  funds  for 
which  are  rais»ed  by  taxation.  The 
amount  of  pension  awarded  varies  direct- 
ly with  the  extent  of  the  incapacity  of 
each  individual.  This  is  based,  NOT  on 
a  man's  subsequent  earning  capacity  after 
he  is,  if  necessary,  vocationally  re-educat- 
ed, but  on  the  percentage  of  his  physical 
disability  estimated  on  the  basis  of  earn- 
ings in  the  open  market. 

In  England,  between  the  pension  al- 
lowed to  a  private,  and  the  pension  given 
to  an  officer,  there  is  a  great  gulf  fixed. 
In  Canada,  the  scale  of  pensions  which 
came  into  effect  in  1914,  also  made  a  most 
radical  distinction  between  the  pensions 
granted  to  men  in  the  ranks  and  those 
granted  to  the  officers.  It  has  been  felt 
that  in  this  country  such  a  distinction 
was  unjust,  but  mature  consideration 
made  it  clear  that  it  would  be  eminently 
unfair,  after  three  hundred  thousand 
men  had  enlisted  with  a  certain  scale  of 
pensions  in  view,  to  reduce  the  pensions 
that  were  held  out  to  men  of  higher  rank. 
The  result  was  that  the  special  pensions 
committee  determined  to  increase  the 
pensions  that   they  thought  inadequate, 


and  to  leave  to  the  higher  ranks  the  pen- 
sions that  were  promised  under  the 
scheme  of  1914. 

"\X7 ITH  the  inspiration  of  the  example 
'^  "^  of  France  and  Great  Britain  and  the 
results  achieved  in  those  countries  as  a 
solid  and  practical  foundation  to  build 
upon,  the  Military  Convalescent  Hospi- 
tals Commission  proceeded  to  work  out 
a  system  for  Canada  that  would  solve  this 
national  problem.  As  a  result  of  what  is 
being  done  it  is  estimated  that  90  per 
cent,  of  the  disabled  soldiers  may  be  re- 
educated. 

Canadians  are  not  soldiers  either  by 
nature  or  education.  They  are  civilians, 
and  their  military  training  has  been 
grafted  on  to  their  civilian  upbringing. 
For  this  reason  they  have  greater  initia- 
tive, and  a  greater  sense  of  personal  re- 
sponsibility. For  this  reason  also  they 
find  it  easy  to  relax  discipline;  self  dis- 
cipline. The  peculiar  condition  of  the 
returned  soldier  naturally  tends  to  pro- 
duce a  weakened  condition  of  the  mind 
and  will,  as  well  as  of  the  muscles.  He 
is  suffering  from  shock,  perhaps,  as  well 
as  from  wounds.  He  may  be  suffering 
from  nerves.  In  all  cases,  his  vitality  is 
lowered.  For  this  reason  vocational  re- 
education should  always  be  commenced 
as  early  as  possible,  so  that  the  dis- 
abled man's  lack  of  occupation  will  not 
permit  the  formation  of  habits  of  idle- 
ness, and  of  disinclination  for  work.  In 
order  to  encourage  those  who  are  taking 
the  courses,  arrangements  are  being  made 
by  which  they  may  receive  from  the  be- 
ginning, adequate  payment  for  anything 
Continued  on  page  91. 


The  Witch  of  Atlas 

The  First  of  a  Series  of  Stories  of 
Canadian  Rural  Life 


By  Peter  McArthur 

Author  of  "In  Pastures  New"  and  "The  Red  Cow." 


IN  spite  of  the  title  this  is  the  story  of 
Phemy  Black  and, 

"These  were  the  pranks  she  played 
among  the  cities  of  mortal  men." 

And  accident,  or,  to  be  more  exact,  a 
clumsy  mistake  suddenly  changed  her 
from  a  demure  country  girl  attending  the 
switch-board  of  a  rural  telephone  to  a 
mistress  of  magic  fit  to  be  compared  with 
the  Witch  of  Atlas.  To  begin  the  story 
right  at  the  beginning,  let  me  tell  you  just 
what  happened.  Deacon  Pullen  had  called 
up  Central  and  asked  for  Burdick's  hard- 
ware store.  Now  Phemy  was  only  acting 
as  substitute  at  the  switch-board,  while 
the  regular  operator  was  taking  a  holiday, 
and  she  was  not  so  expert  at  the  work  as 
she  might  have  been.  Besides,  on  this  par- 
ticular morning  she  was  suffering  from  a 
very  persistent  heartache  because  Phil 
Acton  had  been  seen  walking  down  street 
with  Flora  Campbell — but  there!  I  am 
running  ahead  of  my  story.  To  proceed 
in  an  orderly  manner.  Deacon  Pullen  had 
called  for  a  connection  with  Burdick's 
hardware  store.  Phemy,  being  inexpert 
and  perturbed,  carelessly  connected  him 
with  Jake  Rundle,  the  local  horse  dealer. 
Then  with  a  curiosity  that  seems  natural 
to  the  operators  of  rural  telephones  she 
listened  to  hear  what  the  Deacon  wanted 
at  the  hardware  store  so  early  in  the 
morning.    This  is  what  she  heard : 

"Hello !  Have  you  got  any  ledger-plates 
on  hand?" 

"What's  that?" 

"Have  you  got  any  ledger-plates  for 
Deerfoot  mowers?  I  want  to  know  before 
I  take  my  mowing  machine  to  the  black- 
smith to  get  it  fixed." 

"What  on  earth  are  you  talking  about? 
Who's  speaking?" 

"Pullen,  John  Pullen.  Isn't  this  Bur- 
dick's hardware  store?" 

INSTANTLY  there  came  over  the  wire 
■^  a  gurgling  laugh  and  then  an  answer 
that  made  the  hair  creep  on  the  back  of 
Phemy's  neck. 

"He!  he!  No.  This  is  Jake  Rundle 
speaking!" 

"You  miserable  hound!"  bawled  the 
deacon. 

Phemy's  first  impulse  was  to  disconnect 
them  and  remedy  her  mistake,  for  it  was 
well  known  that  Deacon  Pullen  had  vowed 
that  he  would  never  speak  to  Jake  Rundle 
again,  even  if  he  lived  to  be  a  hundred. 
But  now  that  the  mischief  had  been  done 
she  was  overcome  by  a  longing  to  hear  just 
what  they  would  say.  So  she  left  the 
connection  undisturbed  and  listened. 

"Aw,  come  Deacon !    You  shouldn't  take 


it  so  hard !  Horse  trading  is  horse  trad- 
ing!" 

"But  you  didn't  tell  me  that  the  horse 
you  traded  to  me  had  the  heaves." 

"Well,  the  man  who  traded  him  to  me 
didn't  tell  me  that  he  had  the  heaves 
either,  so  I  thought  it  was  a  secret." 

This  is  one  of  the  stock  jokes  of  country 
horse  trading  and  it  made  the  Deacon  rage 
to  be  caught  by  it.  For  the  next  few  min- 
utes he  used  language  to  Jake  Rundle  that 
no  innocent  young  girl  should  have  heard 
and  before  he  was  done  she  felt  that  she 
could  never  again  attend  his  Bible-class 
and  listen  to  his  instruction  as  she  had  in 
the  past.  But  the  upshot  of  the  mistake 
was  good,  for  Jake  Rundle  agreed  to  take 
the  horse  off  the  Deacon's  hands  at  a  rea- 
sonable price,  and  a  row  that  had  promised 
to  develop  into  a  feud  was  patched  up. 

VXTHEN  they  had  rung  off  the  flustered 
^  ^  Deacon  called  again  for  Burdick's 
hardware  store  and  this  time  he  got  the 
right  connection.  But  Phemy  did  not 
listen  to  the  conversation.  She  was  trans- 
figured by  a  great  idea.  A  moment  before 
the  mistake  was  made  she  was  simply  an 
ordinary  country  girl.  A  moment  after 
it  was  over  she  was  flushed  with  a  sense 
of  power  such  as  thrilled  the  daughter  of 
Apollo  when 
"The  Occau-nymphs  and  Ilamadryades, 

Oreads  niul   .N'alndg  wltli   lung  weedy  locks, 
Offered  to  do  her  bidding  througli  the  seas, 

I'nder  the  earth,  and  In  the  hollow  rocks." 

Suddenly  she  realized  that  the  switch- 
board at  which  she  was  drudging  was  an 
instrument  of  magic  which  gave  her  power 
over  everyone  within  its  call.  But  chiefly 
it  showed  her  how  she  could  heal  or  for- 
ever blight  her  heart,  which  had  been 
aching  intolerably  all  morning.  On  the 
way  to  the  telephone  office  a  meddlesome 
friend  had  told  her  that  Phil  Acton  had 
been  out  walking  with  Flora  Campbell. 
Of  course,  she  and  Phil 
were  not  really  engaged, 
but  they  had  understood 
each  other  since  they  were 
school  mates,  and  now  to 
have  F'lora  playing  deceit- 
ful   tricks    like    this . 

The  frank  facing  of  her 
trouble  made  her  heart 
throb  so  that  she  almost 
failed  to  connect  gossipy 
Mrs.  Melville  Hall  with 
her  crony  Mrs.  Baxter,  to 
whom  she  wished  to  tell 
the  latest  bit  of  scandal 
about  Mrs.  Thornhill 
Jones,  the  self-elected 
leader  of  social  society. 


Here  is  the  great  idea  that  flashed  on 
Phemy.  By  mistakenly  connecting  Dea- 
con Pullen  with  Jake  Rundle  she  had  en- 
abled them  to  arrive  at  an  understanding 
and  had  settled  a  row  that  otherwise  never 
would  have  been  settled.  Why  couldn't 
she  do  the  same  with  other  people  whr 
were  "out"?  More  than  that  she  could 
connect  lovers  who  were  too  shy  to  talk 
to  one  another  and  at  the  same  time  listen 
to  what  they  had  to  say.  But  most  of  all 
she  could  put  Phil  Acton  in  touch  v/ith 
Flora  Campbell  and  find  out  the  wliole 
truth  about  them.  Neither  of  them  would 
know  that  she  was  at  the  switch-board 
that  day  and  probably  they  would  never 
think  that  anyone  was  listening  to  them. 


'  I  ^HE  possibilities  were  bewildering. 
-*■  Having  been  born  and  brought  up  in 
Egerton  township,  she  knew  practically 
everyone.  She  knew  their  rows  and  their 
love  affairs  and'knew  just  what  combina- 
tions to  make  to  get  the  most  fun  from 
listening.  Her  chief  trouble  was  that  she 
didn't  know  where  to  begin.  Above  all  she 
wanted  to  connect  Phil  Acton  with  Flora 
Campbell,  but  she  was  too  much  afraid  of 
what  she  might  hear  to  do  that  at  once. 
She  would  need  to  think  it  over.  And 
while  she  was  hesitating  the  ordinary 
work  of  the  switch-board  went  on.  People 
were  talking  business  and  gossiping  and 
she  made  the  necessary  connections  al- 
most automatically.  She  was  not  inter- 
ested in  their  talk.  Her  head  was  seeth- 
ing with  little  plots  and  her  eyes  were 
dancing  with  delight  at  the  thought  of  the 
fun  she  was  going  to  have.  Before  she 
had  made  up  her  mind  which  plot  she 
would  try  first  a  chance  came  over  the 
wire.  Polly  Brown  called  up  and  asked  to 
be  given  Martin's  grocery  store.  In- 
stantly Phemy  called  up  the  telegraph 
office  and  when  she  made  sure  that  Will 
Haines,  the  handsome 
young  operator  was  on  the 
wire  she  connected  him 
with  Polly.  People  had  just 
begun  talking  about  Will 
and  Polly  and  saying  that 
they  were  sweet  on  one 
another  and  now  Phemy 
would  find  out.  This  is 
what  she  heard.  Polly  was 
in  a  hurry  and  began  at 
once: 

"This   is   Polly    Brown." 
"Yes!" 

"Mother  is  too  mad  at 
you  to  speak  herself,  so  I 
am  speaking." 


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13 


"For  the  love  of  Mike!  What  have  I 
done  now?" 

"That  box  of  codfish  you  sent  out  with 
the  waggon  last  Tuesday  was  all  spoiled 
and  the  dried  figs  were  wormy " 

"Hey!  Hold  your  horses!  Who  on 
earth  do  you  think  you  are  talking  to?" 

"Martin's  grocery  store.  Er-Who's 
speaking?" 

"Will  Ilaincs,  at  the  telegraph  oflice." 

"Ow!"  Then  Polly  went  off  in  a  fit  of 
hysterical  laughter  in  which  Will  joined. 
I"'inally  he  broke  in. 

"Say,  Polly,  that  is  some  tempter  you 
have.  I  could  fairly  feel  the  acid  dripping 
off  it." 

"But  I  was  mad." 

"Hope  vou'U  never  get  mad  at  me." 

"I  won't  if  you  will  be  good,"  Polly 
cooed. 

"Say,  Polly,  have  you  heard  that  there 
is  going  to  be  a  grand  Garden  Party  at 
Agersville  next  Thursday." 

"Yes." 
,  "Well,  will  you  come  with  me?" 

"I  er — I  hadn't  been  thinking  of  going  " 

("O,  the  fibber,"  said  Phemy  Black  to 
herself.) 

"Aw,  come  on,"  pleaded  Will.  "Ill  get 
Jake  Rundle's  driver  or — or  maybe  I  can 
get  an  automobile." 

"O,  you  musn't  be  extravagant." 

"You'll  come  won't  you?" 

"Ye-es.    If  Mama  will  let  me." 

"Well.  pay.  May  I  go  down  to  your 
place  to  see  about  it  to-night?" 

"If  you  want  to,"  said  Polly  with  a  shy 
tenderness  that  could  be  felt  over  the  tele- 
phone wires. 

"What  time?" 

"About  eie'  '•." 

"Right-o!" 

'TT'H'^Y  both  hung  up  their  receivers  and 
Phemy  clapped  her  hands  with  de- 
light. They  were  certainly  in  love  and 
she  had  given  their  love  affair  a  big  boost 
by  letting  them  talk  to  one  another.  The 
fact  that  Polly  forgot  all  about  the  scold- 
ing she  was  going  to  give  the  grocer 
showed  the  state  of  her  feelings;  and  Will 
had  made  his  clear  enough.  It  was  glori- 
ous. 

For  a  while  Phemy  attended  to  the 
routine  of  her  work  and  tried  to  make  up 
her  mind  about  Flora  and  Phil.  She  .still 
lacked  the  courage. 

Then  a  whimsical  notion  entered  her 
head.  She  had  once  read  a  story  by  Conan 
Doyle  in  which  it  was  asserted  that  any 
man  could  be  frightened  out  of  the  coun- 
try by  sending  him  a  telegram  saying: 

"All  Is  discovered!  Fly  at  once!" 
According  to  the  author,  they  tried  it 
on  a  Bishop  of  stainless  reputation  and  he 
was  never  seen  afterwards.  Phemy  made 
up  her  mind  to  try  it  on  Hiram  Fowler,  the 
local  political  boss  and  saloon  keej.er. 
Calling  him  up  she  assumed  the  nearest 
approach  she  could  make  to  a  deep  bass 
voice  and  muttered : 

"All  is  discovered!     Fly  at  once!" 
"What's  that?" 

"All  is  discovered!     Fly  at  once!" 
Then  she  broke  the  connection.     A  mo- 
ment later  Fowler  was  ringing  furiously. 
"Number   please,"   said   Phemy   in   her 
softest  alto. 


"Why  did  you  cut  me  off?"  Fowler 
asked,  excitedly. 

"I  thought  you  were  done." 

"I  wasn't!  Connect  me  with  whoever 
wasi  speaking  to  me." 

"Jufrt  a  minute,"  purred  Phemy.  What 
would  she  do?  Then  she  remembered  that 
her  father  always  said  that  Magistrate 
Fairsides  was  just  as  big  a  political  crook 
as  Fowler.    She  would  connect  them. 

"Hello!  Who's  this?"  asked  Fowler  in 
a  voice  hoarse  with  fear. 

"Magistrate  Fairsides,"  came  the  pom- 
pous reply. 

"What  has  happened?" 

"Why,  what  has  happened?" 


The  magistrate's  voice  was  tremb- 
ling noiv.  "That  sounds  like  the 
way  Pearson,  the  Dominion  Or- 
ganizer,   would   give    a    warning." 

"Didn't  you  call  me  up  to  say  'All  is  dis- 
covered!    Fly  at  once!'" 

"Good  Heavens!     No." 

"Who  could  it  have  been?" 

The  Magistrate's  voice  was  trembling 
now.  "That  sounds  like  the  way  Pearson, 
the  Dominion  organizer,  would  give  a 
warning,  without  letting  himself  be 
known." 

"But  they  ought  to  know  at  the  central 
who  spoke." 

"Don't  ask  them.  That  would  only  make 
talk.  Meet  me  at  Jake  Rundle's  in  half 
an  hour  and  we'll  try  to  figure  it  out." 

■^'  OT  knowing  the  devious  ways  of 
^  ^  politics  Phemy  did  not  realize  the 
trouble  she  was  making  and  did  not  fore- 
see that  on  the  next  train  Hiram  Fowler 
should  hurry  away  to  Michigan  to  pay  a 
long-deferred  visit  to  his  son  in  the  States. 
And  he  didn't  come  back  until  the  Magis- 
trate had  communicated  with  headquart- 
ers and  had  found  that  nothing  had  been 


discovered.  Which  made  him  feel  more 
comfortable  for  he  had  been  in  on  most 
of  Hiram's  shady  work. 

In  spite  of  the  fact  that  Phemy's  plan 
was  working  so  well  she  did  not  dare  to 
connect  Flora  and  Phil,  though  more  than 
once  she  started  to  do  it.  And  not  even 
the  tricks  she  was  playing  could  make  her 
forget  her  heartache.  So  all  day  she  con- 
tinued her  work, 

".Viid   tinilil  lovers  who  had  lieen  so  coj 
They  hardly  knew   whether  tliey  Inved  or  aoi.'' 

She  brought  together,  as  the  witch  would 
have  done,  and  helped  them  to  arrive  at  a 
better  understanding.  Only  once  did  she 
do  anything  mean.  It  was  well  known 
that  poor  little  Amelia  Blossom  was  woe-  ■ 
fully  and  watchfully  waiting  for  some  one 
to  propose.  Phemy  remembered  a  joke 
about  a  girl  to  whom  some  one  called  over 
the  telephone, 

"Will  you  marry  me?" 

"Yes,"  had  been  the  answer  without 
hesitation  and  then:  "Who  is  speaking?" 

Calling  up  Amelia  Blossom  Phemy  once 
more  assumed  a  manly  voice  and  asked : 

"Will  you  marry  me?" 

"Where  are  you?  Why  don't  you  come 
to  the  house?    Who  is  speaking?" 

"Excu.se  me,"  Phemy  cut  in,  in  her 
natural  voice.  "I  made  the  wrong  con-' 
nection."  And  she  cut  off  poor  Amelia, 
who  promptly  had  hysterics.  When  she 
came  out  of  the  fit  she  began  to  guess 
who  was  proposing  to  whom  got  every- 
thing wrong  as  usual,  and  presently  a 
story  went  around  that  Jake  Rundle  had 
proposed  to  Mary  Gall  over  the  telephone 
and  had  been  rejected. 

TT  is  really  doubtful  if  Phemy  could  have 

summoned  the  courage  to  call  up  both 
Phil  and  Flora  and  get  them  together  so 
that  she  could  hear  them  talk  and  judge 
for  herself  what  their  relations  were.  She 
wanted  to  know  everything,  but  was 
afraid  she  might  find  out  something.  But 
along  in  the  afternoon  her  chance  finally 
came  and  she  acted  instantly  without  giv- 
ing herself  time  to  think.  Flora  Camp- 
bell called  up  and  asked  to  be  connected 
with  Mary  Gall,  the  town  dressmaker. 

"Just  a  minute,"  said  Phemy.  During 
that  minute  she  called  up  Phil's  home  and 
got  Phil  on  the  wire. 

"Go  ahead,"  she  called  to  Flora,  and 
then  she  listened. 

"O,  Mary,"  Flora  began.  "Don't  you 
think  I  might  have  the  skirt  of  my  new 
dress  just  a  mite  shorter — I  saw  one  on 
the  street  to-day  that  was  far  shorter  and 


There  was  a  horrified  gasp  from  the 
other  end  of  the  wire.  "Wait  a  minute! 
Hold  on  there!  You've  got  the  wrong 
number." 

But  Flora  recognized  his  voice  over  the 
telephone. 

"Hello!     That  you,  Phil?" 

"Why,  yes.     Who  is  speaking?" 

"Flora  Campbell.  That  stiip'd  central 
must  have  got  us  mixed."  (Phemy  noted 
that  "stupid"  and  even  though  she  knew 
she  had  brought  it  on  herself  by  making 
the  wrong  connection  she  flared  up  and 
vowed  to  get  even  with  Flora  some  day.) 

"I  didn't  exactly  catch  the  instructions 
you  were  giving  me." 

"Forget  it,"  laughed  Flora.  "I  was  just 
ordering  some  changes  in  the  new  dress 


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MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE. 


that  I  am  having  made  for  the  garden 
party  at  Agersville.    Are  you  going?" 

"Yes." 

"Well,  now  Phil,  if  you  haven't  made 
other  arrangements  we  could  take  you 
along  in  our  auto." 

"O,  thank  you."  said  Phil.  "I  have 
made  other  arrangements." 

"O,  all  right.  Good-bye!"  They  rang 
off;  and  Phemy  then  made  the  right  con- 
nection for  Flora. 

"Throwing  herself  at  his  head!"  fumed 
Phemy.  "She  actually  asked  him  to  go 
with  her  to  the  garden  party!  I'll  get 
even  with  her  for  that!" 

BUT  though  Phemy  found  that  Phil  was 
safe  from  Flora  Campbell  she  had 
only  changed  one  misery  for  another.  He 
had  told  Flora  that  he  "had  made  other 
arrangements."  And  he  had  not  asked 
her  to  go  with  him !  There  must  be  some 
other  girl!  But  who  could  it  be?  With 
the  swift  jealousy  of  eighteen  she  took 
stock  of  all  her  girl  friends  and  all  the 
girls  whom  Phil  would  be  likely  to  know, 
but  although  she  suspected  many  she  was 
sure  of  none.  All  she  was  sure  ef  was  that 
he  had  not  asked  her.  And  her  heart 
ached  worse  than  ever.  She  lost  all  in- 
terest in  her  game  of  playing  the  Witch 
of  Atlas  and  helping  other  lovers  and 
patching  up  rows.  She  listlessly  answer- 
ed all  calls  and  made  all  connections  with 
prosaic  correctness.  Finally  she  was 
startled  to  find  Phil  calling  up  Central. 
Without  recognizing  her  voice  he  gave  her 
home  number.  Her  mother  came  to  the 
'phone.      Phemy   listened. 


"Phil  Acton  speaking.  How  do,  Mrs. 
Black?" 

"Fine    How  are  you,  Phil?" 

"Couldn't  be  better.  Is  Phemy  at 
home?" 

"No.     She  is  in  town  to-day." 

"That  so?  Well,  do  you  know  if  she  has 
arranged  to  go  to  the  Agersville  Garden 
Party?" 

"You  might  ask  herself.  She  is  substi- 
tuting on  the  telephone  central  to-day  and 
I'm  willing  to  bet  a  cookie  that  she's 
listening  to  us  talking  just  now." 

"I'm  not!"  snapped  Phemy.  "I  jVist 
listened  in  to  see  if  the  wire  was  working 
right." 

Her  mother  laughed  and  hung  up  the 
receiver.  She  knew  Phemy  and  she  knew 
the  possibilities  of  a  telephone  switch- 
board.    Phil  then  talked  to  Phemy  direct. 

"Hello,  Phemy.  Didn't  know  you  were 
in  town  to-day." 

"Well,  I  am." 

"Say,  j-ou'll  come  with  me  to  the  garden 
party  at  Agersville,  won't  you?" 

"I  don't  know  that  I  will."- 

"Aw,  Phemy!" 

"I  thought  you  had  made  'other  ar- 
rangements'?" 

"Oh!  Then  you  were  listening  when  I 
was  talking  to  Flora  Campbell." 

There  was  no  answer  to  this. 

"Come,  Phemy.  You  will  go  with  me, 
won't  you?" 

"I'll  see" 

"Well,  say,  I'll  be  down  to  the  store 
when  you  leave  the  telephone  at  six  and 
we  can  talk  about  it  on  the  way  home." 

"Can  we?" 


pHIL  laughed  and  hung  up  the  'phone. 
•»■  He  was  used  to  Phemy's  little  tan- 
trums and  this  time  he  had  the  best  side 
of  the  argument  and  he  knew  it. 

It  was  only  the  fact  that  she  had  the 
telephone  receiver  strapped  to  her  head 
and  had  to  attend  to  the  switch-board  tl.at 
kept  Phemy  from  jumping  up  and  danc- 
ing. The  heartache  had  suddenly  chang- 
ed to  a  great  thrill  of  joy.  Phil  was  still  , 
true  to  her — but  she  would  give  him  a 
dressing  down  just  the  same.  What  busi- 
ness had  he  assuming  that  she  would  go 
with  him  and  telling  Flora  Campbell  that 
he  had  already  made  the  arrangements. 
She  would  make  him  suffer  for  that. 

YOU  can  now  see  how  a  country  girl  at 
a  switch-board,  with  science  for 
magic,  could  work  wonders  similar  to  those 
that  Shelley  recorded  in  his  wonderful 
poem.  All  the  magic  and  marvel  of  the 
past  is  around  us  in  our  everyday  lives  if 
only  we  had  the  eyes  to  see;  and  all  the 
myths  of  the  past  are  being  lived  over 
every  day.  No  matter  what  man  may  in- 
vent or  what  progress  he  may  make  it 
becomes  a  part  of  our  work-a-day  lives 
and  youth,  and  love  can  transform  it  to 
romance  and  beauty. 

But  it  was  Phemy's  fate  to  prove  the 
fundamental  truth  of  more  than  one  myth. 
A  day  came  when  she  heard  the  beating 
of  the  Wings  of  Icarus  as  he  plunged 
headlong  from  the  sky,  but  that  story 

"I    will   disclose  another  time;   for  It  is 
A  tale  more  fit  for  tlie  welrj  winter  nlglit— 
Than  for  these  garish  summer  (lays,  when  we 
.Scarcely  helieve  much  more  than  we  can  see.*' 


By  An  Autumn  Fire 

By 

L.  M.  Montgomery 

Author  of  "Anne  of  Green  Gables,"  "Anne  of  the  Island,"  etc. 


Now  at  our  ca.'^emeiit  the  wind  i.<  !*lirilliiig, 

Poignant  and  keen, 

And  all  the  great  boughs  of  the  pines  between 

It  i.s  harping  a  lone  and  hungering  .strain 

To  the  eldritch  weeping  of  the  rain  ; 

And  then  to  the  wild,  wet  valley  flying 

It  is  .seeking,  sighing. 

Something  lo.st  in  the  summer  olden, 

When  night  was  silver  and  day  was  golden ; 

liut  out  on  the  shore  the  waves  are  moaning 

With  ancient  and  never  fulfilled  desire, 

/^nd  the  .spirit«  of  all  the  empty  spaces. 

Of  all  the  dark  and  haiinted  i)laces, 

With  the  rain  and  wind  on  their  death-white  faces, 

Come  to  the  lure  of  our  leaping  fire. 


liut  we  liar  them  out  with  this  ro.se-red  splendor 
From  our  blithe  domain, 
.And  drown  tlic  wliimpor  of  wind  and  rain 
With  undaunted  laughter,  echoing  long, 
Cheery  old  tale  and  gay  old  song; 
Ours  is  the  joyance  of  ripe  fruition, 
Attained  ambition, 
Ours  is  the  treasure  of  tested  loving, 
Frieiidshi])  that  needs  no  further  proving; 
No  more  of  .springtime  hopes,  sweet  and  uncertain, 
Here  we  have  large.ss  of  summer  in  fee- 
Pile  high  the  logs  till  the  flame  be  leaping. 
At  liay  the  chill  of  the  autumn  keeping. 
While  j)ilgrim-wise,  we  may  go  a-reaping 
In  the  fairest  meadow  of  memory ! 


>1  A  C  .1,  K  A  N  '  S     M  A  (J  A  Z  I  N  E 


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WANTED-A  National  Anthem 

By  Arthur  Stringer 


GREAT  war  brings  about 
great  changes.  Otherwise 
it  would  not  be  great.  It 
may  not  always  topple 
over  thrones  and  remake 
maps,  but  out  of  the 
national  house  -  cleaning 
which  results  from  its 
storm  and  stress  there 
comes  both  a  wholesome  'scrapping'  of  super- 
seded ideas  and  an  equally  wholesome  hung- 
er for  the  articulation  of  the  newer  tradi- 
tions. 

From  Canada  this  Great  War  has  ex- 
acted its  soirowful  toll.  But  back  to  Canada 
it  has  also  brought  that  crown  of  glory 
which  only  manhood  generously  proffered 
and  blood  heroically  spilled  can  purchase. 
It  ha.«  made  the  word  'Canadian'  mean  more 
than  it  ever  meant  before.  Across  all  our 
national  life  it  has  thrown  an  overtone  of 
austere  and  noble  pride.  It  has  brought  to 
us  a  newer  sense  of  solidarity,  a  conscious- 
ness of  imperial  destinies  unknown  to  u.s  in 
our  earlier  days.  It  has  unified  us  into  one 
people,  intent  on  a  purpo.se  transcending 
mere  personal  interest,  proud  of  the  fact 
that  our  sons  and  brothers  could  gladly  die 
for  an  Idea. 

But  along  with  this  pride  in  our  name 
and  our  country  it  has  brought  another  feel- 
ing, an  indefinite  and  yet  a  disturbing  im- 
pression that  in  our  newer  mood  we  have 
been  compelled,  as  a  unit,  to  remain  tongue- 
tied.  It  has  given  birth  to  a  conviction  that 
although  struggle  and  sacrifices  have 
brought  the  star  of  glory  to  the  brow  of 
Nationhood,  blood  and  tears  have  in  some 
way  failed  to  bring  song  to  her  lips.  For 
unlike  other  nations,  we  find  ourselves  with- 
out that  communal  chant  of  land-love  and 
home-love  which  is  known  as  a  national  an- 
them. We  have  no  song  of  Canada  which  we 
all  know  and  love  and  sing.  And  a  country 
without  a  national  hymn  is  like  a  religion 
without  a  creed. 

■\X^  E  have  our  noble  enough  Imperial  airs, 
it  is  true,  from  that  old-time  leonine 
roar  of  triumph  known  as  "Britannia  Rules 
the  Waves,"  to  that  majestic  and  sonorous 
supplication  for  the  Lord  of  all  life  to  pre- 
serve unto  us  our  sovereign.  We  hold  them 
dear  to  our  hearts.  We  knew  them  as  child- 
ren, and  hope  to  teach  them  to  our  children's 
children.  But  we  are  not  blind  enough  to 
try  to  make  ourselves  believe  that  they  can 
ever  stand  as  an  adequate  expression  of  the 
spirit  of  Canada,  and  esecially  of  the  Can- 
ada of  to-day  and  the  Canada  of  to-morrow. 
They  belong  to  the  Empire.  Yet  the  penalty 
of  association  with  an  Empire  on  which  the 


sun  never  sets  is  the  consciousness  that  the 
ner.sonal  note  must  become  thinner  as  the 
area  encompassed  becomes  wider.  We  have 
a  hankering  for  something  tangy  of  our 
own  soil,  something  emblematic  of  our  own 
lives  as  we  have  lived  them.  And  we  are 
not  alone  in  this,  otherwise  the  .sons  of 
.Scotia,  for  example,  would  no  longer  thrill 
to  "Scots  Wha  Hae,"  would  no  longer  at- 
tempt to  appease  man's  hunger  for  the 
native  and  the  homely  by  a  song  of  their 
own  relatively  insignificant  banks  and 
braes.  Every  national  anthem,  in  other 
words,  must  sound  the  enchorial  note.  It 
must  be  both  endemic  and  indigenous,  for 
human  passion  is  still  colored  and  predeter- 
mined by  locality,  whether  it  be  love  for  a 
home  between  four  walls  or  love  for  a 
Dominion  between  two  seas.  And  an  anthem 
sufficiently  diluted  to  celebrate  the  wide, 
wide  world  is  not  only  going  to  prove  as  un- 
stimulating  as  tepid  grape-juice;  it  is  al.so 
going  to  prove  unacceptable  to  a  vigorous 
young  nation  intent  on  expressing  itself  in 
song.  If  you  spread  your  song  to  cover  the 
whole  Seven  Seas  you  necessarily  attenuate 
that  note  of  passion  from  which  all  such 
hymns  derive  their  power. 

/^  UR  Dominion,  it  may  be  claimed,  has  its 
^^  national  air  in  "O  Canada."  We  have, 
it  is  true,  come  into  possession  of  that  invo- 
cative  hymn.  But  we  very  seldom  sing  it, 
for  the  simple  reason  that  not  one  Canadian 
in  ten  is  able  to  sing  it.  And  no  anthem 
should  be  called  a  national  anthem  until  it 
carries  the  seal  of  common  consent — with, 
I  suppose,  the  one  possible  exception  of  the 
national  hymn  of  Russia,  which  was  made 
such  by  the  imperial  order  of  the  Czar  him- 
self. But  common  consent  has  never  come  to 
"O  Canada." 

I  can  remember  well,  though  with  mixed 
feelings,  a  group  of  Canadians  in  Rome,  not 
so  many  winters  ago,  happily  foregathered 
and  valiantly  trying  to  give  utterance  to 
their  country's  anthem.  It  was  like  trying 
to  toast  a  Sovereign  whose  name  you 
couldn't  quite  remember.  The  anthem  had 
to  be  given  up  for  "The  Maple  Leaf  For 
Ever,"  with  "God  Save  the  King"  somewhat 
apologetically  thrown  in.  And  I  can  also  re- 
member divers  occasions  on  liners  when  "O 
Canada"  appeared  only  in  the  spirit,  like 
Banquo's  ghost;  but  above  all  I  recall  be- 
ing one  of  a  band  of  shamefaced  Canadians 
at  a  Lord  Mayor's  fete  in  the  city  of  Bristol 
called  on  to  sing  our  national  anthem.  Ter- 
ror crept  over  us,  like  a  cloud.  But,  luckily, 
amid  that  band  was  a  musician  of  much  ex- 
perience and  even  greater  lung-power,  a 
member  of  our  justly  renowned  Mendelssohn 


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Choir.  He  saved  the  day  for  us.  He  was  our 
staff  and  our  guide  through  the  dark  valleys 
ox  liaiiiioiiy  wneie  we  ail  lloundered  and 
stumbled  after  him,  a  few  bars  behind,  to 
a  melancholy  yet  triumphant  finale.  ' 

TT  is  something  which  we  treat  with  awe, 
-*■  if  not  with  respect,  like  the  village  hearse 
which  emerges  only  on  the  most  solemn 
occasfons.  !•  or  on  those  rare  occasions  when 
we  do  happen  to  hear  "O  Canada,"  we  are 
accustomed  to  hear  it  rendered  dolorously 
and  dejectedly,  marked  more  by  the  spirit 
of  the  hearse-plume  than  the  flutter  of  a 
thousand  maple  leaves  singing  to  their  God 
on  high  for  making  them  green,  with  much 
vague  and  muffled  tra-la-la-ing  after  the 
opening  words  of 

O  Canada,  our  fathers'  land  of  old. 
Thy  brow  is  crowned  with  leaves  of 
red  and  gold. 

That  cacophonous  second  line  may  offend 
the  ear  of  the  sensitive  just  as  much  as 

Defend  our  rights, 

Forefend  this  nation's  thrall 

may  puzzle  the  mind  of  the  patriot  un- 
schooled in  the  intricacies  of  archaic  phrase- 
ology. But  there  is  small  gain,  and  assured- 
ly no  glory,  in  pausing  to  ridicule  either 
Judge  Kouthier's  cumbersomely  translated 
words  or  Lavalee's  chant-like  music  for  "O 
Canada."  It  may  be  adapted  for  mass-sing- 
ing, but  the  trouble  always  seems  to  be  to 
get  the  masses  to  sing  it.  It  has  never  suc- 
ceeded in  capturing  the  heart  of  the  coun- 
try, although  a  national  air  becomes  a  na- 
tion air,  as  a  rule,  because  the  people  of  a 
nation  love  that  air.  And  at  the  same  time 
no  Canadian  quite  remembers  this  particu- 
lar hymn  of  ours,  for  the  adequate  enough 
leason  that  it  is  in  no  way  memorable.  It 
has  not  stood  the  test  of  time.  It  has  failed 
to  'make  good,'  as  our  American  cousins  put 
it.  It  stands  deficient  in  that  magnetic  some- 
thing which  makes  for  popularity,  even 
though  it  partially  and  placidly  succeeds  in 
its  efforts  to  express  some  shadow  of  the 
solemnity  of  national  feeling  incumbent  up- 
on a  Dominion  emerging  into  manhood.  But 
the  veiy  patriotism  which  it  voices  is  one 
standing  more  as  the  theme  of  serious 
thought  than  one  which  might  be  described 
as  born  of  pride  exalted  and  emotion  en- 
kindled. It  is  stodgy,  not  so  much  because 
of  its  meditative  melody,  but  because  of  its 
entire  conventionalized  content.  It  hasn't  a 
touch  of  fire.  It  lacks  the  quality  of  spirited- 
ness,  tenuous  indeed  as  is  the  threaded  chan- 
nel between  the  Scylla  of  jocosity  and  the 
Charybdis  of  pomposity.  If,  as  has  been 
claimed,  it  has  the  quality  of  permanency 
essential  to  all  national  airs,  it  is  the  per- 
anency  of  the  Arctic  glacier  which  endures 
only  because  of  its  absence  of  warmth.  And 
if  anything  so  venerably  austere,  so  ponder- 
ously moribund,  as  this  official  hymn  of  our 
country  can  be  attacked,  I  wish  someboiy 
would  have  the  courage  to  do  it.  For  what 
good,  after  all,  is  a  national  hymn  unless  a 


whole  nation  is  ready  and  able  and  eager  to 
sing  it?  wnat  good  is  a  national  antnem 
unless  it  can  send  a  hundred  thousand  sol- 
diers thrilling  into  action — And  I  have  heard 
no  echo  of  "O  Canada"  from  either  the 
Somme  or  the  Marne!  What  good  is  it  un. 
less  it  is  sung  lovingly  about  camp-fires,  un- 
less it  stirs  and  warms  the  heart,  unless  it 
can  bring  massed  men  and  women  to  theii 
feet,  pioudly  and  joyously,  at  the  first  chords 
of  its  call,  unless  it  can  be  caught  up  by  the 
crowd  in  the  street  as  Rouget  De  Lisle's 
song  was  caught  up  by  the  marching  work- 
men of  Marseilles,  ■iiilc'db  it  thru!?  the  way 
straight  through  the  marrow  of  an  impas- 
sioned people  from  Cape  Breton  to  Fort 
Wrangei,  and  stands  its  unquestioned  and 
inevitable  cry  of  nationhood? 

U*  OR  all  this,  I  venture  to  contend,  is 
•*■  precisely  what  "O  Canada"  fails  to  do. 
We  can,  of  course,  continue  to  coerce  our 
school  children  into  struggling  with  its 
solemnities.  Their  obedient  voices  can  con- 
tinue to  pipe  that  austere  and  fugue-like 
hymn  which  moves  along  as  coldly  and  pon- 
derously as  any  Greenland  iceberg.  But  I 
have  never  heard  of  any  of  those  children 
loving  it  or  clamoring  for.  it,  out  of  school 
hours,  since  this  hybrid  hymn,  for  all  its 
placid  and  pompous  sonorities,  is  plainly 
lacking  in  human  appeal,  is  lacking  in  home- 
liness, is  lacking  in  that  vital  swing  and 
rhythm  which,  for  example,  has  endeared 
"Dixie"  and  "Maryland,  My  Maryland,"  and 
"Marching  Through  Georgia,"  in  spite  of 
their  obvious  sectionalism,  to  more  than  one 
generation  of  our  cousins  across  the  Border. 
It  has  no  touch  of  the  fire  of  "The  Marseil- 
laise," none  of  the  impassioned  pulse  of  "The 
Watch  on  The  Rhine,"  none  of  the  Latin- 
born  glamor  which  even  our  young  neighbor, 
the  Kepublic  of  Colombia,  has  crowded  into 
its  people's  hymn.  During  this  time  of  stress, 
when  men  are  finding  in  patriotism  a  deeper 
seriousness  and  a  newer  grandeur,  the  dis- 
covery that  our  country  is  without  a  national 
air  stands  a  painful  reminder  that  we  are 
overlooking  one  of  the  esential  requirements 
for  all  national  greatness,  to  wit,  a  con- 
scious and  consistent  interest  in  the  Arts. 
We  possess  a  flag  that  we  are  proud  of,  but, 
the  sad  truth  is,  we  have  no  song  to  go  with 
it.  And  it  is  a  matter  that  can  be  mended, 
that  every  new  baptism  of  fire  should  bring 
nearer  to  a  mending.  We  may  not  be  able  to 
choose  our  ancestors,  and  it  may  not  be  our 
oersonal  prerogative  to  select  our  own 
Governor-Generals,  but  we  can  at  least  take 
unto  ourselves  a  national  air  which  is  in 
some  way  expressive  of  our  national  being 
and  by  some  manner  or  means  affiliated  with 
our  ear  as  well  as  with  our  heart.  It  is  an 
obligation  which  time  has  imposed  upon  us. 
We  owe  it  to  the  men  who  fell  at  Ypres  and 
Langemarck  and  on  the  Somme.  Gather  up, 
if  we  must,  all  our  delinquent  poets  and  herd 
them  in  an  internment  camp  until  some  one 
of  them,  be  it  a  Scott  or  a  Campbell  or  a 
Service  or  a  Helen  Gray  Cone,  ha.a  produced 
a  national  anthem  worthy  of  their  country. 
Continued  on  page  GO. 


The  first  thing  our 
Professor  did  was  to 
slip  away  to  his  own 
rooms  and  hurv  a 
magazine. 


Behind  the  Bolted  Door? 

By  Arthur   E.   McFarlane 

Illustrated  by    Henry   Raleigh 

CONCLUDING      INSTALM-ENT 


BUT  that  seance,  if 
seance  it  could  be  call- 
ed, got  no  further. 
"Let  me  go!  Let  me  go!"  - 
The  cry  was  bursting  from  some  one 
in  endless  shrieks.  Chairs  were  falling, 
too,  one  over  another.  A  whole  group  of 
figures,  indeed,  seemed  to  reach  the  door 
together.  And  a  moment  later  pursuers 
were  mingling  with  pursued.  Willings 
.-^aw  only  that  one  figure  had  disappeared 
into  the  central  stairway — the  stairway 
up  which  the  Doctor  had  all  but  gone 
to  his  death  two  nights  before.  And,  like 
Laneham,  that  figure  burst  through  the 
fire-door  that  led  to  the  elevator  landing 
on  the  floor  above. 

The  hole  where  the  wire-glass  had  been 


broken  out  was  still  there.  And  therefore 
it  was  still  possible  to  reach  in  through 
it  and  open  the  elevator  door.  It  was  what 
the  Doctor  had  done.  It  was  what  that 
figure  was  doing.  But,  having  done  it,  with 
one  more  shriek,  ending  only  in  eternity, 
it  was  plunging  to  the  bottom  of  the 
shaft! 

CHAPTER  XXIII. 

glasbury's  story. 

"  A  LL  I  desire  is  to  tell  you  everything. 
-'*    I  feel  equal  to  it  now.    And  it's  the 
least  that  I  can  do." 


It  was  Glasbury  who  was 
speaking.  And  they  heard  once 
more  the  voice  that  cried  out 
in  Mts.  Fisher's  rooms  after  the  murder. 
The  scene  was  Dr.  Laneham's  library. 
And  Glasbury  was  half  sitting,  half  lying 
on  the  big  brown  leather  couch.  On  a 
little  table  beside  him  was  a  worn  seal- 
leather  portfolio.  About  him  were  the 
Doctor,  Judge  Bishop,  D.  Hope  and 
Willings,  Jimmy  and  Inspector  McGloyne. 
In  the  room  below,  too,  a  certain  yegg  in 
handcuflFs  was  waiting  to  be  brought  up  to 
tell  his  part  of  the  story  when  the  time 
should  come. 

In  the  meantime  the  young  playwright, 
his  brow  grey  and  damp  as  with  the 
grevness  of  a  mortal  illness,  had  made  his 
beginning. 


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"My  only  comfort  is  my  knowing  that  I 
am  in  no  way  responsible  for  the  death  of 
Mrs.  Fisher.  How  heavily  that  of  Hooley 
must  rest  on  me  you  will  judge  when  I 
have  finished.  I  have  been  such  a  moral 
coward  as  I  did  not  believe  existed  in  this 
world.  I  know,  and  Dr.  Laneham  knows, 
that  a  little  more  and  my  mind  would  have 
gone.  Yet  so  far  from  having  any  know- 
ledge of  Mrs.  Fisher's  murder,  my  own 
relationship  to  her  was  solely  that  of  a 
man  who  tried  to  help  her,  and  who,  for 
weeks,  had  been  working  by  her  side." 

"Workin'  by  her  side?"  repeated  Mc- 
Gloyne. 

"Yes,  we  had  been  writing  a  play  to- 
gether." 

"Oh,"  cried  D.  Hope,  "was  that  it?'^ 

"Yes,  that  w^as  it.  I  remember  you. 
Miss  Hope.  You  came  upon  us  one  even- 
ing in  a  Casa  Grande  corridor.  And,  fol- 
lowing her  first  impulse,  Mrs.  Fisher  hur- 
ried back  to  beg  you,  I  think,  to  say  noth- 
ing about  it  till  you,  and  every  one,  would 
understand." 

"She  did.  She  did !  I  didn't  know  then 
who  you  were,  and  she  didn't  tell  me.  She 
only  said — and  her  eyes  were  shining  so 
— that  I  would  understand  some  time — 
'when  she  was  famous.'  I  promised,  and 
that  was  what  I  kept  from  Dr.  Laneham." 

"We  were  writing  a  play  together," 
Glasbury  went  on.  "I  met  her  first  nearly 
a  year  ago  at  an  Arts  and  Letters  dinner. 
And  I  could  see  at  once  that  she  was  an 
unhappy  woman.  She  had  just  begun  to 
find  herself.  And  she  had  been  trying  to 
find  happiness  in  the  usual  things,  old 
furniture,  rare  jewelry  —  the  famous 
pearls,  for  example,  that  we've  heard  so 
much  about — and  your  Settlement  Hou.se 
work.  From  that  I  knew  she  was  getting 
a  lot.  But  she  had  never  found  any  real 
expression  for  herself.  And  almost  the 
first  thing  she  asked  me  was  whether  I 
thought  she  could  ever  write  anything. 
Above  all,  .she  said,  she  had  always  longed 
to  try  to  write  a  play. 

"I  made  all  the  usual  evasions,  too,  till 
I  learned  first  that  she  was  in  earnest; 
and  then,  by  degrees,  that  she  was  the  sort 
of  woman  who  would  do  ^vhat  she  set  out 
to  do.  She  thought  of  a  play,  she  said, 
because  there  were  so  many  things  that 
she  had  always  wanted  to  say;  and  she 
felt  somehow  that  she  could  say  them  in 
a  play.  And  in  the  end  it  came  to  her  ask- 
ing me,  or  half  asking  me  if  I  would  help 
her. 

"The  best  tribute  I  can  pay  her  is  to 
tell  you  that  I  found  myself  only  too  glad 
to.  But  even  by  then  I  had  begun  to  see 
how  big  she  was.  Dr.  Laneham,  Mrs. 
Fisher  was  in  many  ways  a  very  unusual 
woman.  There  was  something  Eliza- 
bethan about  her — or,  if  you  like,  really 
of  this  century.  And  she  had  .something  to 
say;  that,  too,  I  began  to  feel.  She  had 
none  of  the  techniaue,  but  she  had  the 
heart  and  brain.  And  very  soon  I  was 
proposing  that  we  work  out  something 
together  from  the  beginning. 

"It  was  not  till  then,  I  think,  that  she 
fully  realized  what  one  of  her  real  diffi- 
culties was  going  to  be.  Judge  Bishop, 
you  knew  her  private  affairs.  And  from 
the  first  you've  known  Fisher.  Well,  I 
am  going  to  say  now  the  thing  that  he 
must  answer  later.    If  Mrs.  Fisher  did  not 


act  openly,  and  normally,  with  a  man  like 
that,  it  was  simply  impossible  that  she 
should. 

"I  suggested,  naturally,  that  she  should 
come  to  my  office  to  work.  But  I  soon 
found  that  that  was  out  of  the  question. 
Then  I  went  twice  to  her  apartment;  and 
on  the  second  occasion  her  rotter  of  a  hus- 
band insulted  us  there.  I  took  it  for 
granted,  myself,  that  that  ended  every- 
thing. But  the  very  pride  in  her  anger 
apparently  made  her  determined  that, 
come  what  might,  it  should  not  be  ended 
so;  what  we  had  planned  should  be  done  in 
some  way.     And  the  way  was  found. 

*''Y\7'E  had  already  discovered  that  our 
^  '  apartments  adjoined  —  at  those 
little  writing  rooms,  with  only  a  thin, 
soft-tile  partition  between.  And  I  believe 
it  was  the  presence  of  our  Electric  Pro- 
tection workman  'Throaty,'  putting  in  her 
wall  safe,  that  did  the  rest.  It  came  just 
when  I  was  leaving  for  a  week  in  Chicago, 
to  put  on  'The  Butterfly.'  And  I  know  only 
this.  She  suddenly  asked  me  one  day,  just 
before  I  went — and  I  can  see  her  face  burn 
yet,  though  with  a  fine,  defiant  bravery — 
she  asked  me  if,  in  case  it  could  be  man- 
aged, I  would  wish  to  dare  it.  I  didn't 
believe  myself  it  could  be  done.  If  I  had 
believed  it,  I  think  I'd  have  prevented  it, 
if  only  for  her  own  protection.  But  it 
was  merely  those  little  writing-rooms  that 
adjoined;  they  could  be  cut  off  on  both 
sides  from  all  the  other  rooms.  'Throaty' 
knew  how  it  could  be  managed  quite  easily. 
And  when  I  came  back  the  door  was 
there." 

"Door?"     McGloyne  almost  shouted  it. 

"Yes,  a  door,"  the  Doctor  answered  him. 
"For  there  is  a  door  there,  though  it  isn't 
visible  from  the  Fisher  side.  But  Glas- 
bury, for  the  present  I'll  ask  you  to  leave 
those  details.  The  door  was  there — and 
is  there.  And  in  one  of  those  little  writ- 
ing-rooms you  went  to  work  at  your  play 
again?" 

"We  did.  And  generally  we  worked  in 
Mrs.  Fisher's..  When  she  had  closed  the 
door  of  her  library,  too — which  next  ad- 
joined it,  we  worked  in  a  room  that  was 
practically  sound-proof." 

"But  it  wasn't.  It  wasn't!"  It  was 
Jimmy  who  this  time  had  broken  in.  "/ 
'eard  you !  An'  so  did  Maddalina.  Doctor, 
that  was  the  voice  I  'eard.  Mr.  Glasbury, 
you  know,  yours  is  a  very  unusual  voice. 
We  'eard  it,  though  we  never  'eard  Mrs. 
Fisher's.  And  when  never  did  h'any 
gentleman  come  out  of  those  rooms,  as 
none  had  h'ever  gone  in,  there  were  times 
when  it  fair  made  my  'air  raise!" 

"Yes,"  said  the  Doctor,  "and  the  fact, 
Glasbury,  that  your  voice,  and  that  of  old 
Throaty,  and  that  of  one  of  our  jewel 
thieves  as  well  were  all  much  alike  has 
given  us  i^ome  of  our  most  baffling  hours 
in  the  entire  mystery." 

"Well,"  said  Glasbury,  "at  any  rate 
Fisher  never  heard  mine.  She  had  to  pro- 
tect herself  from  him,  and  she  did  it.  He 
was  practically  always  out  in  the  after- 
noons between  four  and  six.  and  it  was  in 
those  hours  that  we  worked.  It  was  diffi- 
cult at  first,  and,  I  confess,  rather  a 
■shamefaced  business.  But  that  passed  oflF 
in  time  as  we  got  into  the  thing,  and  the 
play  began  to  build  itself  up  again.    .    .    . 


It  did,  too,  and  very  rapidly.  I  don't  think 
any  one  could  ever  have  learned  faster 
than  Mrs.  Fisher.  At  all  times  her  ideas 
came  faster  than  I  could  put  them  down. 
I  used  the  pen,  and  sometimes  she  could 
dictate  to  me  a  whole  long  speech  at  once." 
"But  you  both  came  with  memoranda?" 
asked  Laneham. 

"Why,  yes.  Yes,  we  did.  But  how  did 
you  know  that?" 

"Because  I  have  one  of  them.  But  go 
on." 

Glasbury  took  a  sip  of  water. 

♦♦■L"*VERY  day  when  we  had  finished  we 

^-^  used  to  put  everything  we'd  written 
into  that" — he  pointed  to  the  seal  port- 
folio beside  him — "and  it  we'd  lock  in  her 
desk.  But  I  can  leave  that  till  later,  too. 
I  may  as  well  speak  at  once  of  the  day  of 
the  murder. 

"I  think,  now,  that  I  had  a  feeling  of 
evil,  that  afternoon,  of  something  im- 
pending, from  the  first.  That  may  have 
been  because,  for  the  first  time,  she  was 
not  there  waiting  for  me.  I  was  late  my- 
self, and  everything  was  already  growing 
dark.  Yet  the  portfolio  lay  on  her  open 
desk.  And  when  I  had  waited  for  half 
an  hour,  and  she  had  not  come,  I  seemed  to 
know,  if  only  from  the  silence,  that  there 
was  something  wrong.  I  resolved  to  learn 
what  the  matter  was  for  myself.' 

"I  entered  the  library  first  There  was 
no  one  there.  I  did  not  know  the  arrange- 
ments of  the  rooms;  I  had  never  before 
been  beyond  the  little  writing-room.  I 
had  a  very  tiatural  diffidence.  And  even 
at  the  chance  of  having  to  explain  myself, 
as  I  went  from  room  to  room  I  knocked." 

"Yes,"  exclaimed  Jimmy.  "Yes;  that 
was  the  first  time!     An'  I  'eard  that." 

"I  went  on,  knocking,  from  room  to 
room,  till  I  came  to  the  pool.  And,  gentle- 
men, by  the  time  I  had  reached  it — you 
will  not  believe  me,  but  already  I  was 
'asking  myself,  'What  if  I  should  find  her 
dead!'  "  His  lips  opened  and  closed.  He 
sipned  from  the  glass  again  and  went  on. 

"But  I  did  not  find  her  as  she  was  after- 
wards found." 

"No,"  cried  Jimmy,  "she  was  in  'er 
bath-robe,  she'd  just  stepped  into  the  pool, 
an'  she'd  fallen  back  again  over  the  brim. 
I'd  been  in  there  just  before  you,  sir.  And, 
oh,  sir,  was  it  you  that  rang,  an'  that 
moved  'er  body?" 

"It  was.  Dr.  Laneham,  I  have  roughed 
it  enough  to  know  death  without  any  test 
of  heart  beat  or  watch  crystal.  And  when 
first  I  ran  to  raise  her  I  knew  she  had  been 
dead  for  probably  half  an  hour." 

««"\7'ES,"  said  the  Doctor,  "and  when  she 
^  fell  she  struck  the  side  of  her  head 
again.ot  one  of  the  faucets.  It  was  that 
which  caused  the  rounded  hole  in  her 
temple.  There's  a  fleck  of  blood  upon  the 
faucet  yet." 

"It  was  that  that  killed  her?" 

"Oh,  not  at  all!" 

"But  in  Heaven's  name!"  cried  Bishop. 
"then  where  does  your  murder  come  in?" 

"It  comes  in.  be  sure  of  that.  She  was 
murdered,  and  most  deliberately  mur- 
dered.   But  let  Glasbury  continue." 

"I  took  it  for  granted,"  he  went  on, 
"that  she  had  been  murdered.  I  lifted  and 
carried  her  to  a  rattan  sun-couch  in  the 


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bay  window.  And  there,  though  I 
know  how  useless  it  was,  I  went 
through  the  forms  of  trying  to  re- 
vive her.  It  was  then,  too,  in  the 
midst  of  the  horror,  I  first  came  to 
realize  what  my  own  position  would 
be  if  I  were  found  there — and  the 
connection  were  discovered  between 
our  rooms.  Believe  me,  too,  oh,  be- 
lieve me,  I  wasn't  thinking  only  of 
myself.  I  was  thinking  of  her.  I 
told  myself  it  was  necessary  to  pro- 
tect her  in  death  as  I  would  have  pro- 
tected her  in  life. 

"And  how  could  I  do  it  save  by  get- 
ting away  at  once,  and  leaving  no 
possible  trace  behind.  It  was  easy  to 
do,  too.  Everything  we  had  written 
was  in  the  portfolio.  I  had  only  to 
pick  it  up  Us  I  ran  through.  And  a 
moment  later  I  was  back  in  my  own 
room,  with  the  doors  between  fast 
closed  again.  I  found  that  I  was  still 
carrying  one  of  her  handkerchiefs,  a 
mere  sop  of  blood.  As  I'll  tell  you,  I 
returned  it  later.  In  the  meantime,  I 
had  begun  to  play  the  coward.  I  knew 
that  I  ought  to  telephone  for  a  phy- 
sician. Yet  I  did  not  dare  telephone 
from  my  own  rooms.  But  as  soon  as 
I  could  get  back  any  kind  of  command 
over  myself,  I  hurried  out  and  around 
the  corner  to  Stryker's.  I  told  my- 
self that  when  I  had  done  that,  I 
had  done  all  that  could  be  asked  of 
me!  For  by  the  one  hellish  chance 
in  a  million  those  two — two  devils 
who  did  the  rest  were  waiting  for  me 
then  and  there!" 

"I've  got  one  of  them  downstairs," 
said  Inspector  McGloyne.  "An'  he's 
talkin'  a-plenty  'now,  at  that.  But 
let's  hear  your  part  of  it  the  first." 

tfTp  HERE'S  part  of  it  that  I  can 
-^      only  guess  at.    I'll  never  know 
how  the  pair  learned  about  the  door. 
I  suppose  they  learned  of  the  wall 
safe  and  the  pearls  through  Madda- 
lina.    One  of  them  was  an  Italian,  you 
know.     And  he  was  the  beast  who 
seemed    to    be    the    professional.      I 
mean  the  professional  safe-breaker. 
But  the  minute  I  stepped  into  my  door 
both  of  them  jumped  me — I  don't  even 
know  yet  how  they  got  a  key  to  my 
rooms — and  they  weren't  long  in  let- 
ting me  know  what  they  were  after.  From 
the  first  they  kept  their  guns  at  my  head, 
and  they  simply  shoved  me  through  to  my 
first  they  kept  their  guns  at  my  head,  and 
they   simply   shoved   me   through    to   my 
writing-room,  and  then  demanded  the  key 
to  the  door  between.     I've  wished  often 
enough  that  I'd  let  them  kill  me  then.   But 
even  that  mightn't  have  helped  much.  The 
mischief  had  been  done.     They  knew  the 
way.    And  while  the  American  stayed  and 
covered  me,  the  other  went  on  through. 

"And  here,  again,  I  can  tell  only  the  part 
of  it.  The  devil  that  went  in  must  have 
gone  straight  to  the  wall  safe.  And  then 
something  must  have  disturbed  him." 

"You,  Willings,  most  likely,"  said  the 
Judge. 

"No,  you  and  the  Doctor,  probably," 
Willings  answered.    "You  remember  I  was 


/  met  her  first  nearly  a  year  ago — and  I  could 
see  at  once  that  she  was  an  unhappy  woman. 


leaving  just  when  Mr.  Glasbury's  knock- 
ing came — or  his  first  knocking.  You  did 
knock  a  second  time,  Glasbury?" 

"Oh,  yes,  yes.  And  I'll  tell  you  about 
that  soon  enough.  I  say  something  must 
have  disturbed  the  beast,  for  he  came  back 
to  my  rooms  for  a  minute  to  listen  there. 
And  then  when  he  thought  the  coast  was 
clear,  he  went  in  again.  Only  then,  too, 
did  he  go  right  through  to  the  swimming- 
pool,  and  find  the  body.  I  could  see  the 
effect  it  had  on  him  when  he  came  back 
to  us.  But  he  told  his  fellow  that  he  had 
anj'way  taken  time  to  lock  all  the  doors  to 
the  corridor.  By  then,  I  take  it,  you  were 
out  there  trying  to  get  in." 

They  had  been.  And  would  they  ever 
forget  it? 

"We  heard  him  turning  the  bolts,"  said 
the  Judge.    "He  was  just  ahead  of  me  at 


every  door !  As  I  touched  each  knob,  the 
lock  inside  was  turned.  And  the  thing 
seemed  absolutely  supernatural !  But  you 
— you  say  it  was  you  who,  immediately 
afterwards,  knocked  again.  Why  did  you 
do  that?" 

"Doctor,"  asked  Glasbury,  "do  you  think 
you  could  get  me  a  little  brandy?" 

The  Doctor  brought  him  a  flask  and 
glass. 

And  only  when  he  had  drunk  did  he 
answer. 

»'T  DOUBT  if  I  could  really  tell  you,  in- 
^  telligibly.  I  scarcely  understand 
that  part  of  it  myself.  I  only  know  that 
when  that  Italian  hound  came  back.  I 
could  see  in  a  moment  that  he  believed  that 
I  had  done  the  murder.  And  they  both  ex- 
ulted in  it!  From  that  first  moment  I 
know  they  felt  they  had  me  in  their  power 


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completely.  For  the  matter  of  that,  there 
on  my  very  desk  was  that  bloody  handker- 
chief. The  Italian  picked  it  up  and  daubed 
it  on  my  face!  'EccoH  Ecco!'  he  kept 
crying.  And  they  told  me  they'd  be  back 
to  talk  more  about  it  later  on.  .  .  . 
Doctor,  shall  I  go  on  with  that  part  of  it 
now,  or  tell  things  in  their  proper  order?" 

"In  the  order  of  time.  I'd  like  to  get 
everything  from  the  beginning." 

And  Glasbury  went  on  again. 

"I  think,  for  the  minutes  immediately 
after  they  had  left  me,  I  was,  temporarily, 
insane.  I  know  I  had  some  crazy  idea  of 
making  amends  to  Mrs.  Fisher,  of  making 
my  peace,  or  something  like  that.  I  want- 
ed to  be  found  standing  by  the  body.  I 
felt  already  that  I  was  the  murderer  I 
would  be  taken  for.  Indeed,  I  was  ready 
to  believe  that  it  was  through  my  rooms 
that  the  murderer  had  got  in.  I  wanted  to 
approach  her  again  to  beg  forgiveness. 
And  yet  I  found  myself  halting  at  every 
door,  and  knocking  on  them  as  if  to  ask 
permission.  I  believe  I  cried  out,  too,  on 
the  Creator  who  alone  could  know." 

"Yes,"  said  the  Judge.  "We  heard  you. 
It  was  that  that  set  us  to  making  every 
effort  to  break  in." 

"And  it  was  the  sound  of  you  there,  try- 
ing to  break  in,  that  drove  me  out  again. 
When  the  test  came,  I  could  not  wait  and 
face  it.  I  slunk  back  like  a  dog  to  my  own 
room,  once  more  made  the  door  fast,  and 
that  night,  for  the  first  time,  I  slept  in  the 
St.  Hilaire. 

"It  did  me  little  good.  The  newspapers 
said  that  the  wall-safe  had  not  been  locat- 
ed. Accordingly  those  two  fiends  believed 
that  they  had  only  to  come  back  again  to 
make  their  haul.  And  I  believe  they  actu- 
ally  came   back   twice." 

"Thev  did.  bv  gad."  swore  McGloyne. 
"They  did.  And  we'll  hear  it  again  from 
the  lad  below.  But,  Mr.  Glasbury,  you 
came  back  again  yourself?" 

**V7'ES,"  he  said  simply,  "though  I  could 
^  hardly  say  so  of  my  own  knowledge. 
Remembering  it  now  is  like  a  remembered 
dream,  or  nightmare.  But  one  thing  I  re- 
member almost  clearly.  It  was  after  Mrs. 
Fisher's  funeral.  I  could  not  attend  it. 
But  afterwards  I  went  to  the  grave.  1 
took  a  rose  and  a  bit  of  palm  from  it.  I 
had  been  trying  to  nerve  myself  to  put 
back  the  bloody  handkerchief.  And  when 
I  did,  that  night,  as  a  sort  of  offering  to 
Mrs.  Fisher,  I  laid  that  rose  and  bit  of 
palm  beside  it.  You  will  feel  that  those 
are  not  the  actions  of  a  sane  man?  Well, 
I  do  not  pretend  that  I  was  sane.  .  .  . 
But  I  must  tell  you  now  of  the  portfolio." 

"The  portfolio?"  asked  McGloyne. 

He  pointed  to  it  again.  "The  thing  we 
kept  our  play  in.  The  portfolio  was  mine, 
so  no  suspicion  could  attach  to  its  being  in 
my  possession.  But  I  felt  that  I  must  get 
rid  of  the  play.  It  was  every  line  of  it  in 
my  writing.  What  memoranda  she 
brought  to  it,  day  by  day,  she  destroyed 
afterwards.  But  none  the  less  it  seemed 
to  me  that  every  line  of  that  play  spoke 
with  her  mouth,  and  denounced  me.  And 
late  one  night  I  went  to  my  offices  in  the 
Savoy,  and  tore  it  up.  I  could  not  burn 
it.  There  was  no  way;  but  I  tore  it  into 
pieces  so  small  that  I  knew  there  would 
never  be  any  betrayal  there." 


"And  there  was  not,"  said  Laneham. 
"But  next  morning  your  waste-basket  was 
in  my  rooms.  And  a  few  hours  later  we 
had  the  fragments  of  that  blood-smeared 
blackmail  note." 

"I  know.  I  know.  But  there  is  more  to 
tell  of  that  portfolio.  When  I  opyened  it  I 
found  in  it  more  than  the  manuscript  of 
a  play.  Gentlemen,  I  swear  to  you  that 
that  day  Mrs.  Fisher  must  have  been  in 
the  feai-  of  death " 

"Leave  that,  leave  that,"  said  Laneham. 
"That,  too,  we  may  come  back  to,  in  its 
own  time.  Simply  tell  us  what  you 
found." 

"T  FOUND  a  will.     She  had  written  it 

-'-  herself,  that  morning,  and  had  had  it 
witnessed  by  the  servants." 

"Yes,  sir,"  cried  Jimmy,  "we  witnessed 
it — me  an'  that  she-devil,  Maddalina!" 

Glasbury  put  his  hand  into  his  wallet 
pocket.     "I  have  it  here." 

"Exactly,"  said  the  Doctor.  "Bishop, 
shall  we  look  at  it  now,  or  leave  it  till 
later,  with  the  rest?" 

But  the  Judge  was  already  looking  at 
it.  And  next  moment  he  was  turning 
strangely  to  Willings  and  D.  Hope.  "Tell 
me,"  he  asked,  after  a  pause,  "have  you 
two  youngsters  any  idea  of  what  there  is 
in  this?" 

"Why,  no.  no,  indeed,"  the  girl  an- 
swered.    "And  what  do  you  mean ? 

But  if  it's  anything  for  the  Settlement 
House -?" 

"There's  a  great  deal  for  the  Settlement 
House — an  endowment  that  should  carry 
it  for  all  time  to  come."  He  was  still 
reading.  "And,  so  far  as  I  can  make  out, 
though  it  quashes  everything  before  it, 
and    she's   made   it   perfectly    sound    and 

legal.     .    .     .     Ah-h !"  and  again  his 

eyes  turned  wonderingly  to  the  two 
"youngsters"  —  "Ah !  —  I  think  you  had 
better  read  this  together." 

"But  ivhy?"  asked  Willings.  "We  are 
concerned  only  so  far  as  it  concerns  the 
Settlement." 

"You  may  believe  so.     But  if  you  will 

begin  to  read  here .  Or,  no,  take  it  with 

you  into  the  study  for  a  moment,  and  look 
at  it  alone." 


CHAPTER  XXIV. 

THE  WILL,  AND  THE  STORY  OF  ONE  OF  THE 
JEWEL  THIEVES. 

'  I  *  HERE  was  only  a  single  page.  Bishop 
-*■  handed  it  to  them,  saw  them  down  the 
little  passage  to  the  study,  and  closed  the 
door  upon  them. 

"You  read  it,"  said  Willings.  "You 
knew  her  best." 

"No,  you." 

And  then,  after  a  moment,  they  did  as 
the  Judge  had  told  them,  and  read  it  to- 
gether. 

Mrs.  F^isher  had  made  them,  with  the 
Settlement  directress,  joint  executors  and 
controllers  of  her  endowment.  And  to 
each  of  them,  for  so  long  as  they  remained 
in  social  work,  she  had  given  a  yearly  ex- 
ecutor's fee  of  $2,500. 

There  was  no  reason  now  why  t^o 
people  should  not  marry — and  at  once. 

But  at  first  neither  could  speak. 

"Oh!"  cried  D.  Hope,  at  last,  "if  we 


had  only  known  in  time — so  that  she  could 
know  how  much  we — we " 

"I  suppose,"  said  Willings,  "that  was 
one  of  the  things  she  was  going  to  tell  me 
that  afternoon." 

"Very  likely.  And  do  you  think  she 
knew  about — about  us?" 

"Why,"  he  asked,  "how  could  she 
know?" 

"She  miglit  have  known  in  this  way, 
dear.  I — I  often  spoke  of  you.  And  there 
are  some  things  that  another  woman  al- 
ways seems  to  guess  at  once."  She  drew 
his  arm  about  her.  "Shall  we  go  back  to 
the  others?" 

"You  don't  ivant  to,  do  you?" 

"Want  to?  If  we  could  just  blot  out  all 
that  hideous  part  of  it,  forever!  Or  if  we 
could  even  let  her  know  the  happiness 
she's  giving!" 

"Maybe  she  will." 

"She  will!  She  will!  We  must  make 
her  feel  it!" 

She  dropped  down  into  the  little  leather 
inglenook,  and  Willings  found  his  place 
beside  her. 

"We  needn't  go  back,  need  we?" 

"If  they  need  us,  they  will  send  for  us. 
Until  they  do " 

And  from  this  point  Dr.  Laneham's  two 
special  deputies  enter  the  tale  no  more. 

A/TEANWHILE,  in  the  library,  Mc- 
^^*-  Gloyne  was  asking  why  that  will 
had  been  made  at  all. 

"That's  the  question  to  be  settled  now!" 
he  said. 

"It  is,"  said  Glasbury,  "it  is!  And 
though  I  had  only  intended  to  go  into  it 
later  with  Judge  Bishop,  I'll  say  now  that 
it  wasn't  by  chance  she  made  that  will.  I 
realize  more  and  more,  from  things  she 
said,  even  to  me " 

"You're  quite  right,"  said  the  Judge. 
"Laneham.  do  I  tell  them  here?  God 
knows " 

"Better  not.  It'll  come  out  soon  enough. 
Glasbury,  if  you'll  finish  your  story  now, 
we'll  hear  the  man  below." 

And  Glasbury  finished. 

"There's  little  more  to  tell.  For  the 
killing  of  Hooley  I  take  as  much  blame  as 
if  I  myself  had  done  it.  There  is  only  this 
to  say:  Those  two  devils  themselves  had 
not  really  intended  murder.  Till  that  last 
night  they  believed  the  pearls  were  still 
there — that  they  alone  knew  where  they 
were,  and  that  even  then  three  minutes  at 
the  little  safe  might  turn  the  trick.  It  was 
the  Italian  who  killed  Hooley.  And  then, 
when  the  game  was  up — and  when  they 
couldn't  get  the  pearls — it  was  he,  I  think, 
who  had  the  idea  of  making  me  pay  in- 
stead. And  had  I  been  anything  but  the 
most  miserable  of  cowards  at  the  begin- 
ning- 


"We  can  gain  little  from  vain  regrets," 
sand  Laneham.  "Say  no  more.  Say  no 
more.  McGloyne,  shall  we  have  up 
Horsley?" 

"Right  away." 

THE  big  inspector  called  down  from  the 
landing.  And  a  moment  later  Hors- 
ley, the  jewel-thief  who  had  been  ready 
to  tell  his  story,  was,  with  two  patrolmen, 
on  the  stairs. 

They  were  on  the  stairs,  and  they  reach- 
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Putting  the  Crop  Across 

The  Story  of  No.  1   Hard  from 
Prairie   to  Public 

By  B.  D.  Thornley 

Illustrated  by   Photographs  from  the  Great  Lakes 


AS  a  nation,  Canadians  have  never 
owned  maps.  They  have  delighted 
in  bank  books  and  Bibles  and  Brad- 
streets.  They  have  carried  railway  fold- 
ers in  their  pockets,  the  middle  pages  of 
which  showed  a  strip  of  black-spider- 
webbed  cross-continent  that  bore  about  the 
same  size  relationship  to  Canada  that  a 
lace  frill  does  to  a  white  petticoat.  But  in 
how  many  homes  in  the  Dominion  have 
you  ever  seen  a  real  man-size  map  of 
Canada,  with  everything  in  place  from 
pendulous  Erie  to  the  last  lone  point  of 
Grant  Island,  little  ragged  speck  of  in- 
domitable red  fluttering  from  the  Pole? 

No,  sir.  The  map  hasn't  been  on  the 
wall.  Nor  in  the  soul.  Most  of  us — clean- 
collared,  city-shod  Easterners — have  been 
content  not  to  know  that  in  the  Grand 
Falls  on  Hamilton  Inlet  we  have  a  thun- 
derous psalmster  whose  voice  would  drown 
Niagara;  and  that  nobody  we  had  ever 
met  or  were  likely  to  meet  had  heard  it 
shouting  "O,  Canada"  to  the  Labrador 
stars  was  matter  of  no  concern  to  us. 

We  didn't  seem  to  realize  that  we  could 
sail  a  thousand  miles  north  from  Van- 
couver and  still  be  five  hundred  short  of 
Dawson  City,  which  is  as  civilized  as  To- 
ronto and  grows  as  lovely  flowers  as  Mon- 
treal. We  didn't  even  dream  that,  north 
and  north  again,  we  owned  some  twenty 
million  wandering  caribou  in  the  Bad 
Lands  of  the  Arctic  Circle — more  big- 
braneh-horned  beasts  by  twice  over  than 
the  folk  of  all  the  Dominion. 

We  didn't  even  know  that  we  were 
the  inheritors  of  four  hundred  million 
acres  of  arable  land  —  with  a  "to  let" 
sign  still  on  every  quarter  section. 

Lastly,  it's  doubtful  if  a  great  many 
of  us  ever  thought  that  in  Fort  William 
and  Port  Arthur  we  possessed  the  world's 
greatest  grain  port  with  an  elevator  capa- 
city of  forty-three  million  bushels  and  a 
reputation  for  re- 
ceiving an  east- 
bound  ear  of 
grain  a  minute 
for  two  straight 
months  of  every 
year    and,    on    one 


record-imiashing  occasion  of  1915,  an 
ability  to  transfer  the  wheat  from  the 
terminal  to  the  grain  boat  at  the  rate  of 
-seven  million  nine  hundred  and  sixty 
thousand  bushels  in  twenty-four  working 
hours! 

T  AST  year  on  October  fifth  the  Lord 
•*-'  Mayor  of  London  and  the  sheriffs 
paid  a  state  visit  to  the  little  old  church  of 
St.  Andrew  Undershaft.  The  Baltic  Ex- 
change and  the  National  Food  Stuffs  As- 
sociation were  holding  a  perfectly  sincere 
and  old-fashioned  thanksgiving  service. 
And  the  former  Bishop  of  British  Colum- 
bia, now  Bishop  of  Willesden,  was  helping 
them  to  do  it. 

The  subject  of  it  all  was  the  three  hun- 
dred million  bushel  Canadian  harvest. 
The  determined  rancher  had  ploughed  up 
18  per  cent,  more  of  the  billiard  table 
prairie  than  he  had  ever  touched  before, 
and  the  exceptional  weather  had  brought 
yields  reaching  from  twenty-five  to  as 
high  as  eighty  bushels  of  wheat  per  acre. 
No  wonder  that  the  church  was  packel. 

The  romance  of  the  fur  trade  put  Can- 
ada on  the  map.  The  romance  of  No.  One 
Hard  keeps  her  there.  She  has  looked  into 
the  crystal  of  the  future  and  she  has 
glimpsed  a  shining  wheatfield  that  stretch- 
es from  the  fortj'-ninth  parallel  clear  up 
to  Great  Slave  Lake. 

Already  she  has  shaken  some  $50,000,- 
000  out  of  her  little  tin  bank  and  invested 
it  in  commercial  machinery  whereby  she 
can  lift  No.  One  Hard  and  its  less  distin- 
guished cousins  from  the  ground  to  the 
cart,  from  the  cart  to  the  elevator,  thence, 
via  rail  to  the  Lake  terminal  from  which 
the  grain  boat  transfers  it  to  other  eleva- 
tors, to  cars  again  and  finally — if  so  be 
that  it  is  Britainward  bound — to  the  holds 
of  great  ocean-going  liners.  The  finan- 
cial fansticks  of  this  vast  fabric  focus 
at  Winnipeg,  but  the  actual  hub  of  the 
grain  universe,  the  inbound-outbound 
transportation  centre,  is  at  Fort  William 
and  Port  Arthur.  And  here,  in  front  of 
the  big  map  in  the  office  of  the  Lake  Ship- 
pers' Clearance  Association  we  take  our 
privileged  stand. 

T    OOK  west. 

-*-'     Blot  the  observation  car  out  of  the 

landscape  if  you  can,  and  put  back  the 


A  lake  steamer  coming  into 
port    after    a  winter    trip. 

buffalo.  Take  up  the  little  Noah'.s  ark 
villages  that  stand  stark  on  the  floor  of 
infinity,  and  pack  them  away  on  the  shelf 
of  the  future.  Fold  up  the  shining  rails 
and  pile  the  ballast  into  the  gravel  pits 
again.  Go  back  to  the  beginning  of  the 
eighteenth   century. 

You're  La  Verendrye,  the  first  plains- 
darer ! 

You've  crept,  day  by  toilsome  day,  out 
under  the  undreamed-of  sun,  into  a  wind- 
kissed,  prairie-rosed  eternity  of  flat  green- 
ness. Quebec  is  centuries  behind  you. 
There  is  nothing  known  beyond. 

The  sun  climbs  over  the  edge  of  the 
world.  The  breeze  ruffles  the  slough.  You 
kill  a  buffalo  for  meat.  You  sing,  per- 
haps, old  boat-songs  of  New  France,  a- 
sail  on  this  strange  sea. 

The  day  goes  westerly.  There  is 
no  longer  reflected  mountain  sunset. 
Someone  has  rolled  the  big  red  ball  off  the 
table,  and  it  is  night.  You  camp.  The 
spot  is  identical  with  yesterday's  bivouac 
— slough,  roses,  stars  and  murmurous 
night  wind. 

That  was  the  soul-shaking  horror  of  La 
Verendrye's  dreams.     He  didn't  progress 
as   he  would  have  done  in   any  normal 
Christian  country. 
He     stood     still. 

And  the  evil  genuis 

of   the   unhallowed 

place     pulled     the 

flat     green     earth 

softly         from^    , 


22 


M  AC.LK  A  N"S     M  A  C  A  Z  I  N  K 


Sampling  and  grading  the  wheat. 


under  him  in  the  darkness  so  that  he  did 
yesterday's  march  over  again! 

Can  you  understand  a  little  of  the  Co- 
lumbus-courage that  was  necessary  to  the 
man  who  dared  the  uncharted  prairies 
ahead  of  the  steel?  One  Hard  was  to 
be  like  the  Scriptural  grain  of  mustard 
seed.  It  needed  a  fearless  band  to  offici- 
ate at  its  tremendous  planting. 

TF  somebody  wanted  a  characteristic  coat 
-*•  of  arms  for  the  vast  plains-provinces  of 
to-day,  we'd  suggest  a  country  elevator, 
with  a  suitable  background  of  nothing 
at  all.  This  elevator  looks  like  a  normal 
tin-roofed  warehouse  that  some  merry- 
minded  elf  has  taken  by  the  ridge  pole  and 
stretched  upward  till  one's  brain  aches, 
looking  for  the  top  of  it.  The  elf  has 
had  a  busy  time  of  it  on  the  prairie.s,  for 
there  are  some  2,500  of  these  country  ele- 
vators with  a  total  capacity  of  about 
84,000,000  bushels,  representing  capital 
invested  to  the  sum  of  $22,000,000.  And 
it  is  to  them  that  the  farmer  brings  his 
precious  cartloads,  shipping  to  the  Govern- 
ment inspection  points  at  Calgary,  if  he  be 
in  the  far  West,  at  Winnipeg,  if  his  farm 
be  centrally  located. 

To  the  uninitiated  Easterner,  grain  is 
grain.  To  the  West,  palpitatingly  athirst 
at  all  times  for  crop  reports,  there  may  be 
anj-where  up  to  the  record  428  grades 
handled  by  the  Lake  Shippers'  Clearance 
Association  in  the  bad  year  of  1912. 

Wheat  may  be  mixed  with  other  cereals, 
or  seeds — barley,  oats,  flax,  cactus,  chess, 
darnel,    garlic,    pigweed,    etc.      Nobody 


wants  his  favorite  loaf  adulterated.  An 
important  part  of  the  Government  inspec- 
tor's work  deals  with  the  subject  of  admix- 
ture and  is  called  "setting  the  dockage." 
Wheat  may  be  straight  wheat  however 
and  still  present  grading  problems.  It 
may  be  afflicted  with  smut,  rust  or  some 
other  dread  disease  of  the  cereal  world. 
It  may  have  too  much  prairie  rain  in  its 
anatomy  and  be  classed  as  "tough," 
"damp,"  or  "wet."  It  may  be  dirty,  musty, 
heating  or  binburnt.  This  part  of  the 
classification  is  called  "setting  the  con- 
dition of  the  grain." 

Even  after  this  is  done,  however,  there 
remains  the  regular  beauty-show  grading. 
If  the  wheat  is  of  just  the  precise  degree 
of  plump  blondness  desired  by  the  miller; 
if  it  weighs  exactly  what  it  should  and 
satisfies  the  fastidious  soul  of  the  inspec- 
tor to  its  last  line  of  grace,  it  is  classed  as 
"One  Hard."  Below  this  comes  six  other 
grades — one  Northern,  Two,  Three,  Four, 
Five  and  Six  Northern. 

XT  OW  reach  back  into  the  pigeon  hole 
■'-^  of  your  brain  where  you  keep  the 
"Permutations,  Combinations  and  Distri- 
butions" theory  learned  in  your  callow 
algebraic  days  and  see  what  happens. 
Your  wheat  may  be  One  Northern 
straight.  Or  it  may  be  any  one  of  the 
following: 

"No  grade  1  Northern  tough. 

No  grade  1  Northern  damp. 

Smutty  1  Northern. 

Rejected  1  Northern. 


Rejected  1   Northern  mixed  with 

heated. 
No  grade  tough  smutty  1  Northern. 
No  grade  damp  smutty  1  Northern. 
No  grade  tough  rejected  1  Northern. 
No  grade  damp  rejected  1  Northern. 
No  grade  tough  rejected  1  Northern 

mixed  with  heated. 
No  grade  damp  rejected   1   Northern 

mixed  with  heated. 
No  grade  tough  smutty  rejected  1 

Northern. 
No  grade  damp  smutty  rejected  1 

Northern. 
No  grade  tough  smutty  rejected  1 

Northern  mixed  with  heated. 
No  grade  damp  smutty  rejected  1 
Northern  mixed  with  heated." 
A  bad  season  will  tack  on  ever  so  many 
postpcript  sub-classes,  and  when  you  re- 
member that  each  of  the  seven  primary 
grades  may  possess  any  one  of  the  second- 
ary variations,  and  that  oats,  barley  and 
flax   are   similarly  long  on   classification; 
you  don't  wonder  that  it  takes  a  most  ela- 
borate lot    of  machinery  to  run  the  Gov- 
ernment Inspection  Department. 

T  T  ERE  comes  a  grain  train  sliding  into 
*■  ^  Winnipeg.we'll  say.  And  here  come.s 
the  sampling  gang — fourteen  men  as  keen 
as  hunters — ready  to  rope  and  throw  and 
tie  and  brand  this  strange  chortling  beast 
in  the  shortest  possible  time.  There  are 
only  about  seventy  days  between  the  end 
of  harvest  and  the  close  of  navigation  on 
the  Great  Lakes  and  anybody  who  fools 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


23 


A  congestion  of  shipping  at  Fort  William  during  the  "wheat  rush.' 


away  a  minute  is  throwing  good  Cana- 
aian  money  into  the  wastebasket. 

The  gang  contains  four  track  foremen, 
eight  samplers,  a  car  opener  and  a  car 
sealer.  There  are  some  forty-five  cars 
in  the  train  and  a  good  gang  will  finish  the 
whole  business  in  less  than  an  hour. 

The  opener  is  the  advance  agent.  He 
slides  the  doors  back  and  dumps  an  empty 
sample  bag  into  each  car.  (No,  Gwendo- 
lyn, the  grain  doesn't  all  run  onto  the 
tracks  There  is  a  so-called  "load  line" 
marked  on  the  inside  of  the  car,  up  to 
which  the  wheat  lies.  A  sort  of  inside 
door  which  isn't  moved  reaches  up  beyond 
this,  so  fV'at  the  sampler  who  follows  the 
opener  has  to  run  up  a  ladder  and,  as  it 
were,  climb  over  the  transom  in  order  to 
get  in.)  The  space  between  the  top  of  the 
wheat  and  the  top  of  the  car  is  just  enough 
to  let  him  walk  around,  bent  over,  as  he 
inserts  his  long  probe  again  and  again, 
bringing  up  samples  which  he  puts  on  a 
big  cloth  spread  on  the  grain  surface  at 
the  car  door. 

Here  the  track  foreman  stands  on  the 
ladder  with  his  head  and  shoulders  inside, 
mixing  the  samples,  making  out  a  ticket 
to  go  with  them  into  the  bag,  and  seeing 
that  the  man  with  the  probe  leaves  no  op- 
portunity for  a  "plugged"  car  to  get  by 
the  department.  For  there  are  (even  in 
Canada,  Gwendolyn)  men  so  dishonest 
that  they  will  stuff  the  grain  ballot  box 
and    try   to   hide    inferior    wheat   in    the 


middle  of  a  good  consignment.  If  such  a 
car  is  discovered,  the  shipper  gets  just 
what  he  deserves,  in  that  all  the  grain  is 
graded  according  to  the  standing  of  the 
fly  in  the  ointment. 

MEANTIME  the  sampler  and  the  track 
foreman  have  left  the  car.  The 
latter  hangs  the  bag  with  its  ticket  on  the 
door,  the  inspection  clerk  gathers  it  up  to 
take  to  the  office,  the  car  sealer  closes  the 
performance  and  the  next  in  line  is  the 
object  of  attack. 

The  men  in  .the  inspection  office  have 
to  have  good  young  eyes  and  wise  old 
heads.  They  need  a  north  light,  too,  and 
the  best  part  of  the  day,  so  that  no  judg- 
ing is  done  before  9  a.m.  nor  after  3  p.m. 
The  quality,  the  condition,  the  admixture 
are  all  considered,  as  has  been  outlined. 
The  first  is  a  question  of  eye-and-hand 
judgment;  the  second  often  necessitates 
quite  elaborate  mechanical  tests  for  mois- 
ture; the  third  is  a  sieving  and  weighing 
process. 

When  the  grading  is  finished,  each  little 
sample  is  given  a  tin  to  itself,  up  on  a 
shelf,  and  is  kept  until  all  danger  of  pro- 
test is  past,  when  it  is  sold.  The  inspec- 
tor's reports  are  at  once  handed  over  to  be 
put  into  the  records  and  onto  the  certi- 
ficates of  grade  issued  to  the  holders  of 
grain. 

By  this  time  the  train  is  well  ahead  on 
its  420-mile  lap  to  Fort  William,  thunder- 


ing along  through  the  ragged  rock  coun- 
try toward  some  one  of  the  twenty-five 
elevators  that  stand  like  huge  cylindrical 
shell  cases,  or  rear  their  stark  blocky 
masses  in  square-blot  formation  against 
the  sky. 

IN  former  days — which  is  to  say  before 
1909 — the  in-coming  grain  was  handled 
and  transferred  from  car  to  elevator  and 
from  elevator  to  boat  by  ever  so  many 
little  private  brokers  who  waxed  wilder 
and  madder  as  the  fateful  12th  of  Decem- 
ber approached — that  dire  date  that  re- 
moved the  last  vestige  of  insurance  from 
the  shivering  freighter,  and  officially 
closed  navigation. 

In  September  of  1909,  however,  the 
Lake  Shippers'  Clearance  Association  was 
organized  to  consolidate  the  transporta- 
tion say-so  and  save  time  and  money  all 
round.  The  first  year  many  of  the  grain 
men  were  lined  up  under  the  banner  of  St. 
Thomas  Didymus. 

"If  such  a  scheme  could  be  worked," 
the  doubters  whispered  to  each  other, 
"Chicago  or  Duluth  would  undoubtedly 
have  invented  it  long  ago.  It  sounds  good 
—but " 

By  the  fall  of  1910  there  was  no  "but" 
about  it.  The  Lake  Shippers'  had  handled 
a  difficult  crop  to  the  satisfaction  of  every- 
body. And  something  better  than  99% 
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The  Anatomy  of  Love 

By   Arthur    Stringer 

Author  of  "The  Prairie  Wife,"  The  Counterfeiters,"  etc. 

Illustrated   by 
Harry    C.    Edwards 

SYNOPSIS. — Professor  John  Herrin  Macraven,  Dean  of  Amboro  University,  who  has  selected  as  his  life 
work  the  preparation  of  a  series  of  volumes  on  love,  is  asked  by  a  former  associate,  who  is  going  away  on  a 
trip  to  spend  part  of  his  vacation  on  his  farm  to  look  after  his  daughter  Sybil.  Macraven  has  been  working  hard 
on  his  last  book,  "The  Anatomy  of  Love,"  and  welcomes  the  change,  especially  as  he  is  apprehensive  that  Anne 
Appleby,  a  very  attractive  young  Amboro  woman,  to  whom  years  before  he  had  rashly  proposed,  has  designs  now 
on  his  freedom.  He  reme^nbera  Sybil  as  a  little  girl  but,  walking  to  the  Shotwell  Farm  from  the  station,  he 
stumbles  across  a  very  beautiful  yoking  girl  combing  out  her  hair  by  the  side  of  a  pool — and  so  learns  that  Sybil 
has  grown.  He  finds  her  pleasure-loving,  poetical  and  scornful  of  science,  but  decides  that  at  last  he  has  found 
a  girl  ivho  might  be  persuaded  to  discuss  the  psychology  of  love.  Sybil  initiates  the  Professor  into  the  delights 
of  country  life,  even  to  the  extent  of  making  him  go  barefoot,  but  rather  perturbs  him  with  the  intelligence  that 
Anne  is  coming  down  also.  The  girl  and  the  Professor  put  in  tlie  interval  enjoyably,  althougit  Macraven's  enjoy- 
ment is  still  further  dampened  by  the  announcement  that  a  youthful  admirer  of  Sybil's,  one  Richard  Ford  Se- 
well,  is  also  to  visit  the  farm.  On  the  last  day  of  their  solitude  Sybil  takes  the  Professor  out  hunting  pond 
lilies  and  he  has  the  misfortune  to  tumble  into  the  water  at  the  moment  when  Anne  appears.  Macraven  decides 
that  he  must  exercise  his  guardianship  in  keeping  Sewella^vay  from  Sybil  and  so  he  contrives  to  get  Anne  and 
Sewell  away  for  a  day.  Sybil  seizes  the  opportunity  to  hold  a  ■)noonlight  picnic  for  two  and  works  so  potent  a 
spell  on  the  Professor  that  he  feels  his  resistance  to  feminine  influence  slipping.  He  then  begins  to  discover  that 
Anne  is  also  peculiarly  attractive ;  but  that  Sewell  is  winning  the  affections  of  Sybil.  He  overhears  Sewell  tell 
Sybil  that  he  (Macraven)  is  as  "cold-blooded  as  a  toad." 


CHAPTER  XJV.— Continued. 


"KTA] 


I  HAT'S  only  because  we  don't 
know  him,  and  don't  understand 
him !  He's  had  to  be  that  way — 
he's  never  been  taught  different.  And 
anyway,  he's  not  frivolous!  And  you  say 
that  just  because  you're  jealous!" 

"Jealous? — of  poor  old  Macraven !"  And 
the  young  man's  ironic  laughter  echoed 
out  acrosp  the  quiet  garden. 

Honor  forbade  that  the  Professor  of 
Anthropology  should  stand  there  and 
listen  to  more.  He  crept  silently  back 
through  the  shadowy  underbrush,  and 
made  his  escape.  He  crept  away  like  a 
bruised  and  stricken  s<oul,  his  eyes  wide 
with  pain  and  wonder,  his  thin  face  white 
with  some  ever-increasing  agony  of  mind. 

As  cold-blooded  as  a  toad! 

Like  the  stricken  animal,  too,  he  carried 
his  wound  back  to  his  lair,  to  his  oldest  and 
most  intimate  surroundings.  He  went 
straight  to  the  big  crimson-curtained, 
gloomy,  shelf-lined  library,  and  locked 
himself  in.  It  had  always  seemed  to  him 
that  he  could  think  more  clearly  and  more 
coolly  when  surrounded  by  books. 

As  cold-blooded  as  a  toad! 

He  paced  up  and  down  the  worn  and 
faded  carpet,  demanding  of  himself  how 
true  this  charge  might  be. 

The  overheard  word,  he  knew,  was  the 
impressive  one,  sinking  deep  into  memory. 
The  spontaneous  and  unstudied  verdict 
was  the  true  one.  But  was  he,  after  all, 
the  cold  and  fishy  thing  which  this  youth — 
no,  he  was  no  longer  a  youth  to  Mac- 
raven's  eyes;  he  was  a  man,  mature,  com- 
bative, masterful — had  so  bitterly  declar- 
ed him  to  be?  Had  all  his  days  been  self- 
centered  and  selfish,  missing  the  soul,  the 
consummation  of  life? 


C  UDDENLY  his  whole  career  lay  before 
'^  him,  as  wide  and  grey  and  empty  as  a 
flat  waste  of  sand.  Out  of  that  waste, 
here  and  there,  seemed  to  grow  a  melan- 
choly and  lonely  cactus  of  bitter  accom- 
pli.'^hment.  Yet  it  lay  there,  an  arid  and 
empty  waste,  out  of  which  he  had  never 
yet  been  taught  to  irrigate  the  alkali  of 
egoism. 

Was  it  this  way,  he  asked  himself,  was 
it  out  of  the  most  trivial  word  and  move- 
ment that  self-revelation  was  at  last  to 
come?  Was  it  from  this  meagre  accident 
that  some  vast  and  revealing  illumination 
of  Self  was  at  length  to  be  struck? 

It  was  no  grin  and  moving  denouement, 
no  tremendous  and  volcanic  upheaval  of 
spirit,  that  overtook  him  as  he  paced  the 
worn  and  faded  carpet  of  that  silent  lib- 
rary. But  from  his  birth,  he  felt,  he  had 
indeed  been  narrow  and  self-seeking.  He 
had  thought  only  of  himself,  of  his  ad- 
vancement, of  his  success.  He  had  built 
scaffoldings  of  his  fellow  creatures,  on 
which  to  climb  above  their  heads.  The 
strong  propulsions  of  comradeship,  the 
quiet  fires  of  friendship,  the  transfiguring 
glow  of  sacrifice — these  were  almost  alien 
and  unknown  to  him!  The  poor,  the 
needy,  the  unhappy — and  there  were  so 
many  of  them  travelling  the  same  long 
road  along  which  he  himself  was  fighting 
his  way — what  had  he  done  for  them? 
Had  he  ever  .stopped  and  listened,  had  he 
ever  stooped  and  made  these  lines  his  own? 
Had  he  ever  felt  their  rags,  in  that  imag- 
ination which  should  make  all  men  broth- 
ers, on  his  own  back?  Had  he  ever  walked 
in  their  worn  and  crippled  shoes?  Had 
he  ever  suffered  and  lived  with  them,  even 
in  thought?  Had  he  ever  felt  their  human 
cravings   and    needs   sink   into    his    own 


watching  soul?  Verily,  this  was  greater 
than  the  Science  of  which  he  mouthed  and 
for  which  so  much  of  him  had  withered 
and  died! 

No,  through  it  all,  from  first  to  last,  he 
had  been  as  cold-blooded  as  a  toad. 

A  LL  his  world,  he  told  himself  in  that 
■^^  flood  of  bitter  self-abasement  which 
was  taking  possession  of  him,  all  his  world 
had  been  made  up  of  self-glory.  His  mind 
had  even  been  taken  up  with  the  problem 
of  how  he  might  evade  the  obligations  of 
manhood,  of  friendship,  of  love  itself! 
His  one  aim  had  always  been  to  get 
through  life  veritably  like  some  old  East 
Indian  "Wuntee" — -he  had  fought  and 
schemed  and  planned  to  be  venally  free,  to 
be  selfishly  untrammelled.  To  feather  his 
own  nest! — that  had  been  his  ruling  pas- 
sion. He  had  been  afraid  of  the  natural 
man  himself,  of  his  racial  and  irrepres- 
sible type,  of  his  instinctive  and  timeless 
emotions.  Even  his  affections  had  been 
affections  of  self-gain,  and  above  all 
things,  his  jealousies  had  been  selfish  ieal- 
ousies.  He  had  stooped  to  begrudge  Sybil 
and  her  lover  their  passing  romance,  their 
youth-dream,  their  first  compelling  pas- 
sion! 

And  grimly  and  feverishly  he  strode 
back  and  forth,  in  that  silent  library, 
meeting  and  combating,  face  to  face,  this 
Enemy  who  had  until  then  never  dared  to 
fight  him  in  the  open. 

CHAPTER  XV. 

THE  CALL  OF  THE  WOULD. 

A^THEN    Anne   came    down    the    next 

•^  '     morning  she  could  hear  Sybil  in  the 

music-room,  singing  Tosti's  "Good-bye"  to 


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Sewell.  It  carried  to  her,  as  she  stood 
in  the  hallway  listening  for  a  minute  or 
two,  some  wayward  aense  of  autumn.  It 
made  her  heart  heavy,  as  the  fall  of  the 
first  leaves  of  some  lost  summer  night. 

On  the  verandah  she  was  confronted  by 
the  Professor  of  Anthropology  with  a  slip 
of  yellow  paper  in  his  hand.  It  was  a 
telegram :  A  boy  had  ridden  over  from 
Cedar  Hills  with  the  message,  and  stood  at 
the  foot  of  the  wide  steps,  awaiting  his 
answer.  Macraven  had  not  appeared  for 
dinner  the  night  before,  and  .\nne  was 
startled  by  the  white  face  and  the  lines  of 
doubt  and  anxiety  about  his  puzzled  eyes. 

She  also  noticed  that  his  fingers,  as  he 
held  the  flimsy  sheet  of  yellow  paper, 
trembled  a  little. 

"It's  no  bad  news,  I  hope?"  she  asked 
with  the  characteristic  little  out-thrust 
of  her  hands,  as  Macraven  looked  up  from 
his  message  and  saw  her  standing  before 
him. 

"No.  it's  not  bad  news,"  he  said,  wear- 
ily, as  he  folded  the  sheet  with  the  air  of 
having  come  to  some  final  decision. 

"It's  a  bit  of  news  which  I  am  afraid 
you  already  know  too  much  about,"  he 
went  on,  as  she  groped  from  conjecture  to 
conjecture  in  search  for  .some  reasonable 
cause  for  the  bitterness  of  his  tone. 

"The  Amboro  Senate  ask  me  if  I  could 
take  charge  of  their  Extension  Movement 
for  the  rest  of  the  summer,"  he  explained, 
turning  away  from  her.  "They  also  offer 
me  the  chair  in  Psychology  beginning  next 
October." 

CHE  did  not  seem  as  startled  as  she 
^  might  have  been.  It  was,  in  fact, 
Macraven's  pale  and  troubled  face  that 
held  her  anxious  eyes. 

"But  isn't  this  the  best  of  news?"  she 
asked,  still  watching  his  face. 

"I  might  have  thought  so,  once,"  he  said, 
with  a  ghost  of  a  sigh.  Then  he  turned  on 
her  abruptly.  "What  do  you  know  about 
this  offer?"  he  demanded. 

"What  should  I  know?  What  could  I 
know?"  she  parried. 

"I  feel  that  you  should  know,  because  I 
feel  that  ?ome  hint  of  suggestion  for  it 
first  came  from  you,  long  before  it  ofRci- 
ally  reached  the  hands  of  the  University 
of  Amboro  Senate!" 

"Who  am  I,  to  think  of  dictating  ap- 
pointments to  a  college  Senate?"  de- 
manded Anne. 

".\nd  under  the  circumstances,"  he  went 
on,  with  his  slow  and  deliberate  firmness, 
"I  could  not  accept  the  offer." 

"But  you  must!"  cried  Anne. 

He  looked  at  her  again,  almost  wist- 
fully. 

"Can't  you  see  I  don't  deserve  it?"  he 
asked,  less  adamantine  in  his  tone.  "Can't 
you  see  that  it's  unfair  for  me  to  use  my 
friends  for  my  own  advancement?" 

"That's  hair-splitting,"  said  the  prac- 
tical Anne.  "It's  what  you've  always 
looked  for,  and  waited  for,  and  there's  no 
reason  why  you  shouldn't  take  it." 

"It  means  too  much  v/ork,  too  much 
worry  and  grind,  and  getting  nothing  back 
out  of  life!"  The  young  Professor's  eyes, 
as  he  spoke  were  on  the  shadowy  gar- 
dens, on  the  sunlit  orchard  and  the  undu- 
lating meadowlands,  fair  and  fresh  in  the 
morning  sunlight. 


They   were   interrupted   by   the  sudden  entrance  of  Sybil. 
She  came  loaded  down  vnth   sprays  of  orange   blossoms. 


"But  it's  the  work  you  love!"  cried  the 
puzzled  woman  at  his  side. 

"I  know  I  did,  or  thought  I  did,  once. 
But  during  these  last  few  weeks  I've  had 
a  chance  to  think  things  over,  and  it's 
just  come  home  to  me  how  small  and  nar- 
row that  life  has  been.  It  seems  to  me 
that  all  my  existence  has  been  spent  in 
poring  over  books  and  pounding  on  lec- 
ture tables  and  worrying  after  some  new 
degree." 

"And  you're  afraid  of  getting  old  and 
grey  and  frumpish  before  you've  found 
how  much  fun  there  is  in  life?"  Anne's 
tone  was  not  so  unkind  as  her  words. 
"Well,  I  don't  blame  you!" 

"It's  not  just  the  ficn!"  protested  Mac- 
raven.    In  fact,  he  hated  the  very  word. 


"But  I  think  1  almost  understand,"  said 
Anne,  her  solemn  grey  eyes  still  search- 
ing his  face. 

"But  I  don't  understand — myself!"  de- 
clared the  young  Professor  of  Anthro- 
pology, wondering  why,  of  all  things,  he 
should  seem  ready  to  lean  on  a  mind  so 
unscientific  as  Anne's. 

"One  minute,"  interrupted  the  practi- 
cal Anne.  "Have  you  had  your  break- 
fast?" 

The  man  of  science  had  quite  forgotten 
about  all  such  things  as  breakfasts. 

"Then  let  everything  go  until  you've 
gone  in  and  had  your  coffee  and  eggs — 
please  do!  I'll  bring  the  boy  out  some 
berries  and  cream,  so  he  won't  mind  wait- 
ing for  his  answer." 


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A  ND  as  Anne  was  obdurate,  there  was 
-^^  nothing  for  Macraven  to  do  but  to 
yield. 

There  was  something  almost  pleasur- 
able, he  noticed,  in  this  gentle  coercion  of 
hers.  It  was  the  same  with  her  air  of 
placid  compulsion,  as  she  insisted  that  he 
should  take  a  second  cup  of  coffee  and  a 
second  egg. 

He  remembered  as  he  ate  that  second 
egg,  that  he  had  once  delivered  himself 
of  the  opinion  (it  was  in  the  seventh  chap- 
ter of  his  "Woman  Recrudescent")  that 
whatever  man  has  wished  woman  to  be- 
come, that  she  has  promptly  made  herself. 
He  wondered  if  it  was  the  case  that  the 
man  of  abstraction  should  always  lean 
towards  the  woman  of  definite  practicali- 
ties. Or  was  it  that  sentiment,  the  house- 
keeper of  the  heart,  adroitly  directed  the 
attention  towards  those  complementary 
traits  essential  to  the  well-being  of  mated 
life?  He  felt  that  he  had  a  new  idea  for 
his  "Psychology  of  Courtship"  thesis. 

"Uncle  Henry  was  telling  me  that  one 
of  the  College  Row  houses  goes  with  the 
Chair  in  Psychology,"  said  the  ellipitical 
Anne,  over  her  coffee  cup. 

"I  had  never  thought  of  that,"  admit- 
ted Macraven. 

"And  that  means  you  could  leave  that 
damp  old  hole  of  a  Deanery!"  pursued 
Anne. 

The  Professor  of  Anthropology  felt  his 
left  knee,  absentmindedly  and  yet  appre- 
hensively. 

"Exactly!"  triumphed  Anne,  as  she 
made  note  of  the  movement.  "And  that 
damp  hole  was  where  you  got  it!" 

ILJ  E  thought  of  the  Tower,  rising  above 
^  '^  his  little  windows  by  night,  so 
gloomy  and  grim  and  tactiturn,  of  the 
wide  Campus  beneath  him  in  the  white 
moonlight,  of  the  shadowy  maples  beyond 
the  Tennis  Courts,  of  the  heavy  smell  of 
hyacinths  in  the  little  Deanery  garden. 
He  would  be  .sorry  to  lose  them  all;  they 
had  grown  so  much  a  part  of  his  life  there. 
Yet  when  he  tried  to  picture  himself  as 
viewing  them  there,  season  after  season, 
year  after  year,  from  the  same  little  gaol- 
like windows,  his  mind  recoiled  from  the 
emptiness  of  such  a  future — recoiled  with 
a  feeling  that  was  almost  terror.  The 
die  had  been  cast,  the  word  had  been 
spoken,  before  he  knew  of  it.  There  could 
be  no  standing  still;  there  could  be  no 
going  back  to  old  and  outlived  conditions. 
The  training  of  a  life-time  had  given  him 
the  onward  and  upward  view.  He  could 
live  only  by  progression.  Whether  it 
brought  him  anxiety  and  fatigue,  unrest 
or  years  of  calm  endeavor,  he  could  exist 
only  in  the  consciousness  of  advance.  He 
could  never  be  an  idler.  This  dolce  far 
niente  life  into  which  he  had  dipped  for  a 
month  or  two  had  its  advantages,  but 
without  the  salt  of  labor  its  sweetness  was 
cloying  and  enfeebling.  For,  after  all, 
effort  and  aspiration  had  their  sublimi- 
ties— and  vast  was  the  exhilaration  to  feel 
that  one  was  on  the  foremost  crest  of  the 
upward  wave  of  thought. 

"You're  going  to  take  it,"  said  Anne, 
with  conviction. 

"Yes,  I'm  going  to  take  it,"  he  answer- 
ed deliberately,  after  a  moment's  pause. 

"I  knew  you  would,"  she  said,  simply. 


And  the  solemnity  of  her  face  was  irradi- 
ated with  a  sudden  soft  flush  of  pleasure. 
"I  knew  you  would,  when  you'd  thought  it 
over!" 

He  was  no  longer  apprehensive  of  her 
emotional  betrayals.  He  felt  too  abashed 
and  broken  and  humbled  even  to  walk  with 
self-fear  again.  He  suddenly  felt  like  ris- 
ing up  and  calling  blessed  her  illusions, 
her  pertinaceous  and  feminine  illusions 
that  still  left  him  her  friend.  He  dreaded 
the  moment,  and  it  could  not  now  be  far 
off,  when  those  illusions  must  perish.  Yet 
perish  they  must,  much  as  he  dreaded 
their  death,  knowing  that  man  must  fear, 
and  never  love,  the  eye  that  leaves  him 
naked. 

'  I  'HEY  were  interrupted  by  the  sudden 
■*•  entrance  of  Sybil.  She  came  loaded 
down  with  sprays  of  orange-blossom  and 
syringa,  and  her  cheeks  were  flushed  and 
her  hair  tumbled  from  running. 

"I'm  starving!"  she  cried,  from  the  hall- 
way, as  she  turned  back  for  a  moment 
to  drive  out  the  house-dogs  that  had  fol- 
lowed her  in  through  the  open  door. 

Then  she  flung  herself  into  her  chair 
between  Anne  and  Macraven.  She  looked 
very  young  and  fresh  and  girlish  in  her 
pinned-up  green  skirt  already  wet  with 
dew  around  the  edges. 

"Talking  science?"  she  asked,  shortly, 
as  she  reached  for  the  fruit,  annoyed  at 
the  wordless  sense  of  intrusion  which  had 
greeted  her  appearance. 

It  was  nothing  more  than  the  glance  of 
a  second  that  passed  between  the  older 
man  and  woman,  yet  brief  as  it  was,  it 
carried  something  intimate  and  interpre- 
tative. It  was  the  first  time,  Macraven  felt, 
that  any  action  of  Sybil's  had  translated 
it.9elf  into  mere  flippancy. 

"My  good  people,"  said  Sybil,  as  she  de- 
voured her  cherries,  looking  from  one  to 
the  other  with  mock  consternation.  "I'm 
going  to  give  you  both  up!  I've  done  my 
best,  and  you're  hopeless!  I  wash  my 
hands  of  you;  I'll  never  make  you  be- 
lieve in  witches  and  fairies,  and  the  wind- 
flower  at  the  end  of  the  rain-bow  and  the 
eternal  beauties  of  the  Arcadian  life,  if 
you're  going  to  poke  over  a  coff"ee-pot  all 
morning,  instead  of  getting  wet  to  the 
knees,  and  as  hungry  as  a  bear,  just  to  see 
the  sun  come-  up  over  Harkin's  Hill! 
That's  what  I've  done!  You're  as  bad  as 
Dickie,  who's  still  in  bed,  and  won't  turn 
out  until  half  past  ten,  at  the  earliei^t! 
And  I've  walked  three  miles  and  more!" 

"Anne  and  I  intend  to  walk  six  miles 
and  more  before  luncheon!"  declared 
Macraven,  with  vigor. 

"Do  we?"  said  Anne. 

"We  do!"  repeated  the  young  Profes- 
sor of  Anthropology,  meeting  her  gaze, 
determinedly.  Anne  looked  up  at  the  unex- 
pected note  of  authority  in  his  voice. 

Sybil  flashed  a  quick  glance  from  one 
to  the  other.  Then  here  eyes  widened  and 
she  slowly  and  significantly  ejaculated: 
"Heighty-Tighty!" 

"IVyfACRAVEN  wondered  what  was  the 
■^'•^  meaning  of  all  this  by-play.  More 
and  more,  of  late,  he  had  been  possessed 
by  a  feeling  of  frustration  whilst  in  the 
presence  of  Sybil.  He  had  once  called  her 
Bubbling  Sybil — she  had  seemed  so  ebul- 


lient, so  alert  and  nimble  and  resilient. 
To  be  near  her  was  like  sitting  beside  a 
fountain,  he  had  felt,  she  was  so  tumultu- 
ously  flashing  and  shifting  and  diverting. 
But  with  Anne,  he  told  himself,  it  was 
different;  Anne  would  always  be  more  for 
the  grey  days;  she  carried  with  her  more 
a  sense  of  warmth  and  softness  and  sha- 
dowy reticence — yet,  after  all,  the  most  of 
life  was  grey:  And  sitting  before  Anne  so 
often  seemed  like  sitting  before  an  open 
fire! 

Macraven  looked  up,  on  hearing  Sybil 
say  "Heighty-Tighty"  for  the  second  time. 
As  he  did  so  he  heard  Anne  cry  "Silly!" 
to  the  laughing  girl,  accompanied  by  an 
impulsive  little  squeeze  of  the  hand  across 
the  white  damask.  And  still  the  move- 
ment was  inscrutable  to  him. 

Yet  as  this  tableau  ceased  the  two 
women  suddenly  became  sober.  And  it 
was  between  them,  by  intuitive  and  sub- 
terranean courses  unknown  to  man  or 
man's  science,  that  a  definite  and  decipher- 
able message  flashed.  No  word  was  spo- 
ken, no  outward  sign  was  given.  But  had 
the  mildly  puzzled  Professor  of  Anthro- 
pology read  and  understood  that  helio- 
graphic  message  the  dark  and  devious 
paths  that  lay  before  him  might  have  been 
made  clearer  and  easier  to  his  feet. 

CHAPTER  XVI. 

DIFFUSED  SUNLIGHT. 

TT  is  true  that  Macraven  and  Anne  went 
^  for  their  walk,  as  the  man  of  Science 
had  determined.  But  his  declaration  that 
their  walk  was  to  take  them  six  long  miies 
and  more  across  the  open  country  was 
only  another  evidence  that  man  as  a  pro- 
phet is  not  always  infallible. 

They  started  off  in  silence,  and  in  sil- 
ence they  crossed  the  orchard,  and  the 
clover-field,  and  the  sheep-pasture.  And 
each  step  they  took  Macraven  uneasily 
realized  more  and  more  the  weight  of  all 
he  had  to  say,  until  he  felt  entangled  and 
bound  in  the  very  complexity  of  his  emo- 
tions. 

They  were  down  beside  the  breeze-stir- 
red stretches  of  the  open  river,  by  this 
time,  and  before  them  stood  the  gigantic 
old  Wishing  Oak.  Deep  in  its  quiet  shade, 
fringing  the  gnarled  bole,  was  the  ruin- 
ous looking  rustic  bench  where  Sybil  had 
once  spread  her  midnight  supper  and  in- 
voked the  voices  of  the  fairies. 

"Does  Sybil's  father  know  that  she  is  to 
be  married?"  Macraven  suddenly  asked, 
though  Sybil  was  the  subiect  he  had  least 
thought  of  discussing  during  that  walk. 

"Does  anybody?"  asked  Anne,  evasively. 
She  saw  the  bench  for  the  first  time,  and 
turned  toward  it  with  a  little  sigh  of  sheer 
relief. 

"Do  you  mean  by  that  that  you  don't 
know?"  he  asked,  sitting  beside  her  on  the 
old  bench. 

"I  don't  think  Sybil  knows  herself!" 
said  Anne.    "After  all,  she's  only  a  child." 

"That's  true,"  said  the  young  Professor, 
with  a  sigh.  "One  can't  blame  Sybil  so 
much !  It's  the  age,  I  think ;  the  age  .seems 
to  be  changing.  Women,  in  some  way,  are 
diff'erent." 

Continued  on  page  79. 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


27 


Fleurette 

By  Robert  W.  Service 

Author  of  "  Son^s    of  a    Sourdough,"    "Ballads   of  a    Checkako,"   etc. 
Illustrated  by   C.  W.  Jefferys 


THE  WOUNDED  CANADIAN 
SPEAKS 

My  leg?    It's  off  at  the  knee. 

Do  I  miss  it?    Well.  some.    You  see 

I've  had  it  since  I  was  born ; 

And,  lately,  a  devilish  corn. 

(I  rather  chuckle  with  C'lee 

To  think  how  I've  fooled  that  corn.) 


But  I'll  hobble  around  all  right. 
It  isn't  that, — it's  my  face. 
Oh,  I  know  I'm  a  hideous  sight, 
Hardly  a  thing  in  place; 
Sort  of  gargoyle,  you'd  say ; 
Nurse  won't  give  me  a  glass, 
But  I  see  the  folks  as  they  pa!5s 
Shudder  and  turn  away ; 
Turn  away  in  distress    .    .    . 
Mirror  enough.  I  guess. 


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Fm  gaj-I    Yoa  bet  I  am  gay; 
But  I  wasn't  a  while  ago. 
If  you'd  seen  me  even  to-day, 
The  darndest  picture  of  woe, 
With  this  Cahban  mug  of  mine, 
So  ravaged  and  raw  and  red. 
Turned  to  the  wall, — in  fine 
Wishing  that  I  was  dead    .    .    . 
What  has  happened  since  then, 
Since  I  lay  with  my  face  to  the  wall. 
The  most  despairing  of  men? 
Listen!    I'll  tell  you  all. 

That  poilu  across  the  way. 

With  the  shrapnel  wound  in  his  head, 

Has  a  sister ;  she  came  to-day 

To  sit  awhile  by  his  bed. 

All  morning  I  heard  him  fret: 

"Oh  when  will  she  come,  Fleurette." 

Then  sudden,  a  joyous  cry  ; 

The  tripping  of  little  feet; 

The  softest,  tenderest  sigh ; 

A  voice  so  fresh  and  sweet, 

Clear  as  a  silver  bell, 

Fresh  as  the  morning  dews: 

"C'est  toi,  e'est  toi.  Marcel! 

Mon  jrere,  comme  je  suis  heureuse!" 

So  over  the  blanket's  rim 

I  raised  my  terrible  face. 

And  I  saw — how  I  envied  him ! — 

A  girl  of  such  delicate  grace ; 

Sixteen,  all  laughter  and  love; 

As  gay  as  a  linnet,  and  yet, 

As  tenderly  sweet  as  a  dove; 

Half  woman,  half  child, — Fleurette. 

Then  I  turned  to  the  wall  again. 
(I  was  awfully  blue,  you  see.) 
And  I  thought  with  a  bitter  pain . 
"Such  visions  are  not  for  me." 
So  there  like  a  log  I  lay, 
All  hidden,  I  thought,  from  view. 
When  .sudden  I  heard  her  say: 
"Ah!    Who  is  that  malheureuxf" 
Then  briefly  I  heard  him  tell 
(However  he  came  to  know) 
How  I'd  .smothered  a  bomb  that  fell 
Into  the  trench  and  so 
None  of  my  men  were  hit, 
Though  it  busted  me  up  a  bit. 


Well,  I  didn't  quiver  an  eye, 

And  he  chattered  and  there  she  sat; 

And  I  fancied  I  heard  her  sigh, — 

Though  I  wouldn't  just  swear  to  that. 

And  maybe  she  wasn't  so  bright. 

Though  she  talked  in  a  merry  strain ; 

And  I  closed  my  eyes  ever  so  tight, 

Yet  I  saw  her  ever  so  plain  : 

Her  dear  little  tilted  nose, 

Her  delicate  dimpled  chin, 

Her  mouth  like  a  budding  rose. 

And  the  glistening  pearls  within  ; 

Her  eyes  like  the  violet ; 

Such  a  rare  little  queen, — Fleurette. 

And  at  last  when  she  rose  to  go, 

The  light  was  a  little  dim. 

And  I  ventured  to  peep,  and  so 

I  saw  her,  graceful  and  slim. 

And  .she  ki.'sed  him  and  kissed  him,  and  Oh, 

How  I  envied  and  envied  him ! 

So  when  she  was  gone,  I  said, 
In  rather  a  dreary  voice 
To  him  of  the  oppo.site  bed: 
"Ah  friend,  how  you  mu.st  rejoice! 
But  me,  I'm  a  thing  of  dread. 
For  me  nevermore  the  bliss, 
The  thrill  of  a  woman's  kiss." 

Then  I  stopped,  for  lo!  .she  was  there, 
And  a  great  light  shone  in  her  eyes. 
And  mel  I  could  only  stare, 
I  was  taken  so  by  surprise, 
When  gently  she  bent  her  head: 
"May  I  kiss  you,  Sergeant?"  she  said. 

Then  she  kissed  my  burning  lips 
With  her  mouth  like  a  scented  flower, 
And  I  thrilled  to  the  finger-tips, 
And  I  hadn't  even  the  power 
To  say:  "God  bless  you,  dear!" 
And  I  felt  such  a  precious  tear 
Fall  on  my  withered  cheek. 
And  darn  it !    I  couldn't  speak. 

And  so  she  went  sadly  away, 

And  I  knew  that  my  eyes  were  wet. 

Ah,  not  to  my  dying  day 

Will  I  forget,  forget! 

Can  you  wonder  now  I  am  gay? 

God  bless  her,  that  little  Fleurette! 


Conserving  the  Conservatives 

And  The  Outbreak  Of  BuUmoositis  In  The 
Government  Ranks 

By  H.  F.  Gadsby 

Who  wrote  "Ribbing  Up  the  Liberal  Party"  and  "The  Duff  Boom." 


Editors  Note. — In  the  last 
number  Mr.  Gadsby  told  of 
inside  developments  in  the 
Liberal  party;  in  the  accomp- 
anying article,  he  deals  with 
the  present  and  future  of  the 
Conservative  party.  It  is  in- 
teresting to  note  that  he  sees 
the  beginning  of  a  trend  to- 
ward "Bull  Moose"  principles 


THE  war  began,  and  the  destruction 
of  the  Parliament  Buildings  did 
much  to  assist  the  real  conservation 
of  the  Conserva- 
tive party  in  the 
Dommion  of  Can- 
ada. The  barriers 
between  it  and  its 
true  destiny  — 
which  is  to  con- 
serve ideas,  insti- 
tutions and  poli- 
cies of  substan- 
tial value — have 
been  shot  or 
burned  away.  It 
has  been  scourged 
and  strengthened 
by  war  and  fire. 

The  fire  o  n 
Parliament  Hill 
found  the  grand, 
old  Conservative 
party    trying    to 

conserve  something  that  was  not  worth 
conserving — namely,  a  pose.  This  pose 
was  made  up  in  equal  parts  of  dignity 
and  indifferentism.  The  fire  knocked  it 
into  a  cocked  hat.  Robbed  of  its  stately 
trappings  and  its  historic  background,  the 
pose  curled  up  like  a  worm  on  a  hook.  As 
a  matter  of  fact,  it  brought  both  parties 
down  to  earth  with  a  dull,  sickening  thud, 
but  the  Conservative  party  dropped,  if 
possible,  just  a  little  harder  because  it  had 
farther    to    come    down. 

If  you  have  ever  been  a  visitor  to  the 
national  House  of  Pretence  on  Parliament 
Hill,  you  will  understand  me  when  I  blame 
the  gray,  old  building  for  a  good  deal  of 
the  stagnation  in  Canadian  politics.  A 
gray,  old  building  may  look  impressive 
from  the  outside,  but  inside  oppressive  is 
the  word  that  describes  it.  The  old  build- 
ing, spite  of  all  efforts  to  keep  it  sweet, 
was  full  of  old  smells,  old  ideas,  old  habits, 
and  old  men.  The  air  was  heavy  with  a 
mixed  scent  of  rubber  matting,  tabac 
Canadien,  moth  balls  and  legislators. 
The  moribund  Senate  exhaled  a  distinct 
odor  of  its  own.  The  dust  of  fifty  years 
hid  in  the  corners  where  it  could  not  be 
driven  out.  The  architecture  was  modi- 
fied Gothic,  but  not  modified  enough  to 
admit  freely  the  light  and  air  which  is 
necessary  to  clear  heads  for  brisk  think- 
ing. 

■Nyf  OREOVER,  the  place  was  one  huge 
^  ^  dormitory.  Every  member,  every 
Senator,  had  his  room,  or  his  share  of  a 
room,  in  which  the  sofa  was  the  central 
feature.       Here  the  wise  man  slept  his 


Illustrated  by  Lou  Skuce 


in  certain  sections  of  the 
party  in  power — the  same 
tendency  that  led  to  the  form- 
ation of  the  Progressives  in 
the  United  States.  The  ap- 
pearances of  the  Moose  have 
been  infrequent  —  but  he 
keeps  coming  back;  and  it  is 
regarded  as  significant  of 
possible  future  developments. 


days  away,  and  a  good  part  of  his  nights, 
only  appearing  in  the  House  when  an 
anxious  whip  dug  him  out  to  make  up  a 
quorum,  or  when  the  division  bell  roused 
him  with  its  loud  alarum.  Members  of 
Parliament  are  allotted  these  private 
rooms  on  the  pretext  of  business,  writing 
letters  to  constituents,  mugging  up 
speeches,  excogitating  new  policies,  and 
such,  but  their  real  purpose  is  the  snatch- 
ing of  forty  winks,  which  naturally  de- 
velop into  a  profound  slumber  accom- 
panied by  snoring.  There  was  more  snor- 
ing done  in  the  old  building  than  oratory, 
bulky  though  Hansard  is. 

This  explains  why  Parliament  was  only 
half  awake.  Instead  of  getting  together 
in  No.  6  or  No.  16,  comparing  notes,  hatch- 
ing new  plans,  bucking  each  other  up,  the 
members  would  be  stowed  away  in  their 
little  cells  with  blinds  drawn  and  the  key 
hole  stuffed,  drugging  their  minds  with 
sleep.  The  average  member  of  Parliament 
— I  speak  from  close  observation — has  a 
greater  capacity  for  sleep  than  the  fat 
boy  in  Pickwick.  He  can  swoon  away  into 
dreamland  almost  any  minute,  not  like 
Napoleon,with  an  eye  open,  but  dead  to 
the  world  until  something  like  Gabriel's 
trumpet  stirs  him  to  life  again.  The  new 
Parliament  Building  should  be  arranged 
with  a  view  to  cutting  out  the  sleep.  My 
own  suggestion  is  a  separate  building  with 
hard  wooden  chairs,  flat  top  desks,  and 
office  hours,  say  ten  to  twelve  in  the  morn- 
ing for  busy  legislators,  but  no  private 
boudoirs  and,  above  all,  no  sofas. 

Thus  it  had  gone  on  for  fifty  years; 
Parliament      growing     more      comatose 


every  day.  Its  visage,  as  Mr,  Shakespeare 
would  say,  crtamed  and  mantled  like  a 
standing  pond.  The  Speaker  mustered 
his  little  pageant 
each  day,  the 
Clerk  brought  in 
his  law  books  and 
sat  behind  them, 
Mr.  Sergeant-at- 
A  r  m  s  speared 
flies  with  his  tin 
sword,  the  states- 
men and  near- 
statesmen  on  both 
sides  o  f  the 
House  went 
through  the  mo- 
tions of  debate — 
but  all  in  a 
trance.  It  was  a 
solemn  humbug. 
There  were  no 
real  differences. 
Both  parties 
shared  the  common  affliction  —  a 
torpid  liver.  Then  along  came  the  fire 
— God  bless  the  fire — a  real  stimulant,  no 
soporific.  It  made  a  clean  sweep  of  the 
old  building,  the  old  cobwebs,  the  old  dust, 
the  old  smells,  and  the  old  sluggish  com- 
fort. All  it  left  of  the  old  order  of  things 
was  the  library,  which  was,  by  way  of  a 
hint  to  the  legislators  that  their  minds 
needed  furnishing.  That  fire  served  no- 
tice on  all  and  sundry  that  they  had  been 
asleep  too  long  and  that  the  time  had  ar- 
rived for  both  parties  to  get  busy  if  they 
would  justify  their  existence.  It  looked 
cruel  at  first  to  burn  Parliament  out  of 
house  and  home,  to  destroy  its  local  color, 
so  to  speak,  and  jolt  loose  its  old  lazy 
mummeries,  but,  take  it  by  and  large,  it 
was  the  best  thing  that  could  have  hap- 
pened. As  soon  as  Parliament  found  it- 
self resolved  by  fire  into  a  more  or  less 
dishevelled  aggregation  of  human  beings 
with  no  roof  to  its  head  and  a  borrowed 
overcoat,  it  began  to  realize  that  the  old 
pose  could  not  be  conserved  any  longer 
and  that  from  now  on  it  would  have  to 
work  for  a  living. 

It  did  not  reach  this  conclusion  all  at 
once.  In  fact  it  arrived  at  it  with  great 
reluctance  after  some  months.  Members 
of  Parliament,  not  a  few,  clung  to  the  old 
building  and  its  old  drowsy  ways.  They 
felt  they  were  lost  when  their  old  pro- 
tective environment  was  taken  away.  It 
was  while  Parliament  was  in  this  wistful 
mood  that  a  committee  was  formed  to 
conserve,  if  possible,  the  old  walls.  They 
would  conserve  as  much  of  their  old 
friend  as  they  could,  give  it  a  new  gizzard, 


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perhaps,  but  keep  the  old  familiar  face, 
even  if  it  did  sag  a  little. 

Whereupon  enters  the  Honorable  Rob- 
ert Rogers,  a  Westerner,  and  consequently 
a  man-on-the-job,  and  he  says,  "Gentle- 
men, I'll  conserve  as  much  as  I  can  be- 
cause I'm  a  Con- 
servative, but  I 
have  my  doubts." 
The  doubts  turn- 
ed out  to  be  good, 
unshakeable  ones. 
The  crumbling 
■walls  came  down, 
and  Parliament 
will  have  a  new 
home  with  all  the 
modern  conveni- 
ences. 

NOTHING 
will  be  left 
hanging  round  to 
remind  drowsy 
legislators  of  the 
dear  dead  days 
when  they  slept 
twenty-two  hours 
out  of  twenty- 
four,  waking  up 
at  intervals  to 
take  nourish- 
ment, then  back  to  bye-bye  again.  Per- 
sonally, I  do  not  believe  that  a  new  Parlia- 
ment Building  is  an  extravagance.  This 
country  can  afford  to  spend  half  a  million 
dollars  a  month  for  one  year  to  erect  a 
sanitary  edifice  which  will  conserve  the 
health  and  energy  of  our  legislators  as 
they  have  never  conserved  before.  What 
we  want  is  a  Parliament,  not  a  case  of 
suspended  animation. 

What  the  Honorable  Robert  Rogers,  a.s 
a  good  Conservative,  had  at  the  back  of 
his  mind  to  conserve  when  the-se  walls 
came  tumbling  down,  was  the  spirit  of 
endeavor,  without  which  no  Parliament 
gets  very  far.  History  will  admit  that, 
next  to  the  fire,  the  Honorable  Robert 
was  the  best  doctor. 

THE  Honorable  Bob  also  had  his  re- 
putation as  a  hustler  to  conserve, 
which  he  did  by  providing  Parliament  with 
a  new  home  inside  of  forty-eight  hours.  To 
do  it  he  had  to  set  the  Lord's  Day  Alli- 
ance at  defiance,  but  nice  customs  curtsey 
to  great  kings,  and  it  was  up  to  the  Hon- 
orable Bob  to  put  the  job  through.  The 
fire  occurred  on  Thursday  night  and 
bright  and  early  Monday  morning  Parlia- 
ment was  in  its  new  place,  with  a  green 
Chamber,  perhaps  a  little  too  green,  and 
a  Red  Chamber,  perhaps  a  little  too  red, 
with  pictures  on  the  wall  and  wooden 
maces  gilded  to  resemble  the  real  cheese, 
and  a  railway  bill  making  its  way  through 
both  Houses  —  and  so  everything  go- 
ing on  as  usual.  Kind  words  from  all 
sides.  Some  triumph  for  the  Honorable 
Bob.  An  Epoch-making  event — a  Conser- 
vative Minister  of  Public  Works  striking 
a  gait  that  made  the  swiftest  antelope 
look  like  a  cockroach. 

THIS  invincible  spirit  had  more  good 
results  than  merely  oi)ening  Liberal 
eyes  to  the  Hon.  Bob's  virtues  as  the  man 
who  gets  things  done.  Things  had  to  be 
done  in  such  a  hurry  that  much  of  the 


old  dolce-far-niente  stuff  was  shaken  out. 
Only  that  was  conserved  which  was  worth 
conserving — namely,  the  ginger  which  is 
inherent  in  deliberating  bodies  if  it  only 
gets  a  chance  and  is  not  stifled  with  forms 
and  ceremonies.     Forms  and  ceremonies, 


good  for  their  digestion,  their  lungs,  their 
muscular  system  and  their  health  gener- 
ally. Parliament,  being  thoroughly  or- 
ganized, ate  better,  drank  better,  slept  bet- 
ter, felt  better,  looked  better,  thought  bet- 
ter. Also  its  eyes  were  brighter,  its  head 
was  clearer,  and 
is  worked  better. 
In  fact,  it  did  as 
much  in  a  day 
in  the  new  quart- 
ers as  it  did  in  a 
week  in  the  old 
spot.  Long-tailed 
coats  disappear- 
ed, even  among 
the  Cabinet  Min- 
isters, and  long- 
tailed  speeches 
kept  them  com- 
pany. Debate  be- 
came terse  and 
pointed.  Active 
service  and  no 
frills — that  was 
the  motto. 


might   look   over   the    papier  mache  partition  and 
the  Speaker  struggling  with  his  high  white  cravat. 


Parliament  keeps,  of  course,  and  uses 
suitably;  but  they  lack  the  old  glamor. 
In  the  old  building  these  pomps  burst  on 
the  eye  full  bloom — the  place  and  man- 
ner of  their  making  was  hidden  from 
view;  but  in  the  Honorable  Bob's  hasty 
pudding  Parliament,  one  might  look  over 
the  papier-mache  partition  and  see  the 
Speaker  struggling  with  his  high  white 
cravat;  or  the  Sergeant-at-Arms  putting 
on  the  official  trousers;  or  the  Black  Rod 
polishing  his  ebony  wand ;  or  Premier  Bor- 
den gargling  before  he  plunged  into  ar- 
gument; or  Sir  Wilfrid  snoozing  while  he 
waited  for  the  bell,  or — But  what's  the 
use  of  stringing  it  out?  As  I  said  before, 
one  might  peep  over  the  wall  or  through 
it,  like  Pyramus,  and  see  all  these  casual 
and  personal  affairs,  and  one  generally 
did,  with  the  result  that  the  dignity  of 
Parliament  peri.shed  right  there  and  never 
again  will  Parliament  think  so  much  of 
forms  and  ceremonies — it  knows  what's  in 
'em.  It  has  stripped  to  the  buff.  It  has 
seen  itself  as  others  see  it.  It  has  dis- 
covered that  Parliament  is  nothing  more 
than  a  great  workshop  with  highly  or- 
ganized machinery  at  which  men  sweat 
while  the  wheels  go  round. 

What  was  the  direct  result  of  this  shift 
to  Victoria  Museum?  Well,  first  of  all, 
there  was  no  place  to  i^leep  in  private,  so 
sleep  was  naturally  confined  to  such  hours 
and  seclusions  as  consort  with  it.  For 
the  first  time  in  fifty  years  Parliament 
was  on  the  job — that  is  to  say,  it  sat  union 
hours  and  kept  its  eyes  open.  Secondly, 
the  supply  of  private  rooms  was  limited, 
and  that  drove  the  members  to  the  smok- 
ing rooms,  thus  promoting  a  social  and  in- 
tellectual contact  which  benefited  every- 
body. Thirdly,  members  who  had  pre- 
viously chosen  their  lodgings  with  a  view 
to  making  the  distance  between  them  and 
Parliament  Hill  as  short  as  possible,  now 
had  to  walk  a  mile  or  perhaps  two  miles 
to  the  new  place  of  meeting.     This  was 


'T*  0  put  an  edge 
-'•  on  it,  a  consid- 
erable wing  in  the 
Conservative 
party  in  the  House 
became  Bull-Mooseish.  Symptoms  of  this 
salutary  ailment  had  appeared  two  years 
before  when  R.  B.  Bennett  led  an 
insurgency,  wTiich  included  Sir  James 
Aikins,  Nickle  of  Kingston,  and  Sharpe 
of  North  Ontario.  However,  mea- 
sures were  taken  to  smooth  them  out.  R. 
B.  was  made  the  honored  companion  of 
Premier  Borden  on  his  journey  to  Eng- 
land, and  his  political  future  guaranteed. 
Sir  James  Aikins  was  made  a  knight  with 
a  free  hand  to  fret  his  high  purposes 
against  a  provincial  election  in  Manitoba, 
with  the  Lieutenant-Governorship  as  a 
consolation  prize.  Sam  Sharpe  was  made 
a  Colonel,  which  kept  him  busy,  while 
Nickle  of  King.ston,  was  given  a  sort  of 
official  .standing  as  the  white-haired  boy. 
Under  these  salves  and  unguents,  BuU- 
moositis  disappeared  for  a  while,  and  the 
bull  mice  went  baick  into  their  holes.  But 
when  Parliament  went  into  a  building  that 
displayed  a  bull  moose's  head  carved  in 
stone  over  the  doorway,  and  a  bull  moose, 
life  size,  in  mosaic,  in  the  vestibule,  it  was 
dollars  to  doughnuts  that  the  Conserva- 
tive party  was  due  for  another  attack. 
Certain  persons  tried  to  pooh-pooh  it,  but 
the  man-with-a-hunch  pointed  to  the  bull 
moofe  and  let  it  go  at  that.  He  was  a 
bull  moose  and  no  mistake — a  bull  moose 
with  a  tremendous  spread  of  antlers  and 
a  lowering  look  such  as  R.  B.  Bennett  uses 
when  he  is  deep  in  thought. 

The  maii-with-a-hunch  was  right.  The 
bull  moose  broke  out  again,  this  time  in  a 
most  unexpected  quarter.  Andrew  Bro- 
der  was  the  victim.  Andrew  Broder,  no 
less  .  It  was  the  last  thing  they  had  a 
right  to  forebode  from  Andrew,  who  had 
been  orthodox  all  his  life.  Seventy-one 
years  and  not  a  murmur  out  of  him,  and 
now  hear  him  roaring!  The  underground 
whips,  whose  business  it  is  to  keep  an  eye 
and  an  ear  on  those  about  to  throw  fits, 
hurried  off  with  the  news  that  Andy  was 
making  the   welkin    ring.        Worse   than 


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that,  he  was  encouraging  others  to  do  a 
little  welkin  ringing,  and  the  riot  was 
mounting.  This  was  bad  to  hear,  because 
it  showed  that  the  Conpervative  party  was 
not  conserving  the  old  discipline  when  a 
veteran  faithful  like  Andrew  Broder 
could  cut  loose  that  way.  So  Andrew  was 
.summoned  before  the  powers  that  be,  who 
used  on  him  tears,  threats,  entreaties  — 
but  to  no  avail.  Andrew  kept  on  bull- 
moosing.  And  there  you  have  the  ulti- 
mate reason  of  the  Kyte  enquiry. 

Later  on  in  the  session.  Bull  Moose 
showed  signs  of  going  on  another  ram- 
page in  connection  with  the  Quebec  and 
Saguenay  railway  deal,  but  somehow  or 
other  he  wa.s  roped  and  thrown.  At  the 
same  time  there  was  more  than  a  vague 
unrest  among  the  Bull  Mooi--ers  and  sev- 
eral of  them  had  to  go  out  and  eat  four 
dollars  worth  of  ham  and  eggs  to  keep 
their  opinions  down. 

A  NOTHER  thing  the  Conservative 
•'*■  party  decided  not  to  conserve  too 
strictly  was  the  old  idea  of  indirect  taxa- 
tion. The  tariff  would  hardly  stand  an- 
other squeeze,  so  Finance  Minister  White 
looked  about  for  new  sources  of  revenue. 
He  found  them  in  what  you  might  call  a 
.series  of  special  sumptuary  taxes,  but 
particularly  in  a  tax  on  war  profits,  which 
was  expanded  to  cover  business  of  a  more 
routinary  nature.  The  rain,  as  we  know, 
falls  alike  on  the  just  and  the  just  as 
good,  and  some  criticism  has  been  leveled 
at  thi.s  tax  of  Sir  Thomas'  as  a  burden  on 
industry.  Be  that  as  it  may,  the  fact  re- 
mains that  a  Conservative  Finance  Min- 
ister was"  the  first  to  introduce  Canada  to 
a  Lloyd-George  budget.  All  of  which  goes 
to  show  that  the  Conservative  party  holds 
itself  free  to  break  away  from  the  old 
methods  of  conserving  when  necessity 
points  the  way. 

Another  startling  innovation  in  national 
finance  under  Sir  Thomas'  auspices,  is  the 
popular  loan.  Up  to  date.  Sir  Thomas 
has  gone  direct  to  the  people  for  two  hun- 
dred million  dollars  and  can  undoubtedly 
get  as  much  more  the  same  way  almost 
any  time  he  likes.  This  makes  more  than 
a  dent  in  the  old  tradition  that  the  banks 
are  the  agencies  appointed  by  the  Al- 
mighty to  take  up  Government  loans  in 
Canada.  It  is  also  to  some  extent  an  as- 
sault on  the  sacred  dictum  of  three  per 
cent,  for  the  depositor  and  six  per  cent, 
and  up  for  the  institutions  that  handle 
his  money.  I  do  not  know  what  the  banks 
think  of  Sir  Thomas  for  his  heresies,  but 
I  fancy  they  will  forgive  him  because  he 
is  their  friend  and  chastens  more  in  sor- 
row than  in  anger.  It's  love's  pinch  with 
Sir  Thomas — he  has  no  wish  to  hurt.  His 
sole  aim  is  to  conserve  Canadian  credit 
and  one  way  to  conserve  it  is  to  show  the 
world  at  large  that  the  Canadian  people 
have  the  money  to  back  it. 

It  has  also  befallen  Sir  Thomas  to  ex- 
pound the  railway  problem  and  to  pre- 
pare the  public  mind  for  public  owner- 
ship. Here,  again,  the' wish  is  not  father 
to  the  thought.  Rather  is  the  thought 
child  of  hard  necessity  and  Sir  Thomas 
simply  leads  it  in  by  the  hand.  No  doubt 
Sir  Thomas  began  his  political  career  with 
every  desire  to  be  a  good,  old-time  Con- 


servative, but  fate  headed  him  off.  Cir- 
cumstances drove  him  along  this  thorny 
path — ad  astra  per  aspera.  The  end  Pro- 
vidence has  in  view  must  be  the  conser- 
vation of  the  Conservative  party  throi:gh 
the  adoption  of  progressive  measures 
which  will  give  it  a  new  hold  on  the  peo- 
ple. Sir  Thomas  is  much  in  the  position 
of  the  prophet  Balaam,  who  was  obliged 
to  utter  blessings,  willy-nilly. 

At  all  events.  Sir  Thomas  is  the  fore- 
mo.9t  apostle  of  the  new  Conservatism 
which  .seeks  to  conserve  by  getting  rid  of 
shop-worn  theories.  Some  talk  there  is  of 
him  as  Premier  Borden's  successor,  but 
to  this  the  objection  is  raised  that  he 
ought  to  take  longer  to  graduate  as  a 
Conservative.  He  has  done  very  well  so 
far,  has  shown  himself  a  clear  thinker 
and  a  powerful  debater;  but  his  best 
friends  admit  that  it  would  be  crowding 
the  mourners  to  push  him  along  too  fast 
over  the  grizzled  heads  of  the  faithful 
party  followers,  who  were  ignored  when 
he  experienced  conversion  and  was  taken 
into  the  Cabinet.  Sir  Thomas  may  have 
to  do  penance  for  a  few  years  longer. 
The  party  must  make  sure  that  he  will 
not  backslide.  Meanwhile,  he  is  a  White 
Hope — let  us  leave  it  at  that. 

/^NE  of  the  wisest  things  the  Cons3r- 
'^-'  vative  party  is  doing  is  conserving 
its  youth.  I  allude  to  the  practice  of  ap- 
pointing under-secretaries,  which  Premier 
Borden  has  copied  from  the  Mother  of 
Parliaments.  It  works  well  over  there — 
It  gives  the  cockerels  a  chance  and  mighti- 
ly do  they  play  up  to  it.  They  answer 
questions  like  old  hands — do  these  rising 
statesmen — and  no  amount  of  fagging  can 
kill  their  zest  for  work.  They  are  mostly 
graduates  of  the  Oxford  and  Cambridge 
debating  clubs,  with  a  skilled  sense  of 
rhetoric  to  build  on.  They  are  seasoned 
Parliamentarians  long  before  the  first 
gray  hair  shows  itself.  England  has  this 
advantage  over  Canada — that  politics  is 
a  career  for  her  best  families  over  there 


,^^ 


Meanwhile  he  is  a  White  Hope 


and  consequently  a  full  supply  of  ambi- 
tious youngsters  is  always  available.  But 
there  is .  no  reason  why  rich  young  men 
should  not  feel  the  same  way  about  it. 
We  can  understand  that  a  man  with  his 
future  to  make  hesitates  to  interrupt  his 
life  work  to  go  into  the  unremunerative 
profession  of  politics,  but  the  rich  man's 
son  should  have  no  such  scruples.  To 
him  public  life  should  take  shape  as  a 
duty. 

The  Conservative  Government  has  bro- 
ken the  ground  in  this  matter,  but  it  can- 
not be  charged  with  rashnes.s.  R.  B.  Ben- 
nett, as  Under  Secretary  of  External  Af- 
fairs, and  F.  B.  McCurdy  as  Under  Sec- 
retary of  Militia,  are  young  Conservatives 
of  fifty  or  thereabouts,  and  may  be  said  to 
have  cut  their  wisdom  teeth.  A  Canadian 
Government  that  will  start  its  kindergar- 
ten even  at  twenty  years  younger  will  in- 
vite no  rebuke.  The  greatest  Empire  in  the 
world,  which  once  boasted  a  premier  twen- 
ty-three years  of  age,  does  not  consider 
youth  a  crime.  It  is  this  tide  of  youth 
ever  flowing  into  her  councils  that  keeps 
England  young.  The  balance  of  action 
and  reflection  is  held  true. 

Over  here  we  have  seen  too  many  Gov- 
ernments grow  old  while  we  waited — 
their  eyes  dim,  their  cheeks  sag,  their 
heads  gather  snow — while  they  draw  the 
ring  closer  to  keep  the  fresh  young  fel- 
lows out.  The  Conservative  party  has 
gone  in  for  a  real  bit  of  conserving  in  its 
system  of  under  secretaries.  No  doubt  the 
Liberals  would  follow  suit.  The  elements 
of  good  government  will  be  properly  com- 
mixed and  contending.  No  longer  must 
we  sigh, 
"If  Youth  but  knew,  and  Age  could  do." 

A  NOTHER  factor  that  will  demand 
considerable  conserving  is  our  popu- 
lation. We  are  told  that  already  some  five 
hundred  thousand  of  our  most  desirable 
immigrants  have  drifted  back  to  the  Uni- 
ted States.  The  prospect  of  heavy  after- 
the-war  taxes  does  not  soften  the  rigors 
of  our  winter  climate.  The  Conservative 
party  will  probably  plan  to  meet  this  with 
a  sound  plan  of  taxation,  an  enterprising 
agricultural  policy,  assisted  settlement, 
rural  credits,  wider  markets  and  other  ap- 
proved devices. 

To  insure  that  Government  shall  be 
thrifty  and  the  graft  cut  out,  the  Con- 
servative Government  will  probably  go 
in  for  proportional  representation.  There 
is  nothing  like  a  close  maiority  to  keep 
governments  up  to  the  mark. 

Still  another  matter  that  will  furnish 
food  for  plain  and  fancy  conserving  is  our 
returned  heroes.  The  boys — three  hun- 
dred thousand  of  them  at  the  very  least — 
will  come  marching  back,  having  done 
their  duty  nobly,  high  rewards  in  their 
eye.  These  boys  have  had  a  liberal  edu- 
cation— foreign  travel  with  a  post-gradu- 
ate course  in  death  and  danger.  How  will 
they  regard  Canada — as  the  home  of  the 
free  or  the  wilderness  of  the  down-trod- 
den? If  they  compare  it  with  the  Euro- 
pean countries  they  have  visited  they  can 
come  to  only  one  conclusion.  Canada  is 
the  land  for  them.  That  is  the  moral  we 
must  conserve.  But  to  do  it  Canada  must 
find  land  for  them  or  its  equivalent,  jobs. 


Strawstack  Strategy 


By  H.  M.  Tandy 

Who  wrote  "A  Fourth  For  Bridge." 
With  Illustrations 


THIRTEEN  miles  down  the  track, 
east,  No.  7  edged  from  behind  a 
poplar  bluff.  From  there  she  flash- 
ed a  wedge  of  light  which,  faintly  at  first, 
illuminated  the  cubes  and  rectangles  of 
the  barns,  elevators  and  scattered  homes 
of  Ducksfoot.  In  the 
glare  of  the  approaching 
headlight  the  town  rose 
naked  and  unashamed 
from  the  flat,  green 
prairie,  with  the  geome- 
trical austerity  of  a  set 
of  children's  building 
blocks  scattered  on  the 
baize  surface  of  a  card 
table. 

Twenty  minutes  later 
No.  7,  whose  journey 
started  at  one  ocean  and 
ended  at  another,  rolled 
alongside  the  squat,  red 
depot  and  stopped  shak- 
ing an  iron  head  and 
groaning  in  protest  that 
its  important  flight 
should  be  interrupted  by 
such  architectural  and 
numerical  insignificance 
as    Ducksfoot    presented. 

First  to  detrain  was 
Jim  Kardova,  a  first- 
rate  fellow  in  the  main,  but  his  every 
line  and  joke  familiar.  Jim,  having  escort- 
ed a  ear  load  of  hogs  to  market,  was  home 
again.  He  was  expected  back.  Here  he 
was.    "Howdy,  Jim." 

Close  on  Jim's  heels  came  a  grirl  person- 
age of  tremendous  sartorial  efflorescence. 
As  she  glided  from  the  car's  dim  interior 
to  the  platform's  edge  and  poised  there,  in 
a  bar  of  level  light  from  the  sinking  sun, 
the  effect  was  much  as  if  a  moth  of  bril- 
liant color  had  emerged  from  its  drab 
cocoon. 

She — Felice — was  the  answer  to  that 
perplexing  question :  "Why  do  those  in 
solitary  places  habitually  meet  trains?" 

'T'HOSE  on  the  station  platform 
-•-  turned  to  gaze  with  the  perfect 
unison  of  a  creature  in  possession  of  many 
faces,  but  only  one  will  and  set  of  muscles. 
ASi  like  a  plumed  and  fluttering  moth,  she 
poised  upon  the  step,  Felice  bore  the 
scrutiny  of  the  collective  gaze  unshrink- 
ingly. After  a  moment,  with  a  smile  and 
B  nod  of  recognition,  she  gathered  her 
wind-swept  garments  about  her,  though 
in  the  doing  of  this  she  risked  the  exposi- 
tion of  inches  of  silken  hose;  then,  floating 
down  to  the  common  level,  she  threw  her- 
«elf  with  girlish  abandon  into  the  arms 
of  Mrs.  Chitbottem,  wife  in  good  standing 
of  the  local  implement  dealer. 


Dennis  was  much  the  most 
attractive  masculine  fig- 
ure   the    scene    presented. 


There  was  none  present  who  did  not  ex- 
perience a  certain  glow  of  pride  and  sat- 
isfaction that  one  so  smartly  elegant 
should  come,  if  only  for  a  space,  to  dwell 
amongst  them.  Nor  did  Felice  suffer  this 
sensation  of  mild  excitement  to  abate  a 
jot  or  tittle  when 
acknowledging  with  met- 
ropolitan sang-froid  such 
introductions  as  Mrs. 
Chitbottem  put  under 
way  between  the  visitor 
and  those  Ducksfooters 
who  were  by  the  merest 
accident  standing  by. 

Now,  friend  reader 
you  are  about  to  come  in- 
to the  possession  of  cer- 
tain knowledge  which  for 
the  nonce  is  withheld 
from  Ducksfoot.  Felice 
was  a  Homeseeker.  She 
had  come  to  Ducksfoot  in 
search  of  these  twain — 
a  Home  and  a  Husband 
— the  most  desirable,  she 
was  determined,  in 
points  of  social  and  fin- 
ancial influence,  which 
Ducksfoot  had  in  stock. 

Ducksfoot,  through  ex- 
perience, had  knowledge 
of  Homeseekers  —  their  ways  and 
their  wiles.  But  along  convential 
lines  only.  Felice  presented  the  old, 
familiar  goods  in  a  new,  gaudy  and  mis- 
leading carton.  Ducksfoot  knew  Home- 
seekers  as  lowly  spirits  of  sombre  dress, 
eager  to  please,  thankful  for  favors,  boast- 
ing— if  at  all — love  of  children  and  know- 
ledge of  household  economy,  sharing  a 
man's  name  and  property  with  humility 
and  thankfulness.  Small  wonder  then,  as 
Felice  opposed  this  tradition  at  each  and 
every  point,  that  Ducksfoot  missed  its 
guess. 

AMONG  those  who  witnessed  the  des- 
cent of  Felice  from  No.  7,  but  in  back- 
ground, seated  on  a  baggage  truck,  play- 
ing with  the  ears  of  a  fox  terrier  that  lay 
on  his  knees,  was  a  long-limbed  youth 
who  as  a  matter  of  fact  did  not  belong  to 
No.  7's  regular  reception  committe.  He, 
properly  speaking,  was  not  of  the  town. 
He  dwelt  some  miles  down  the  south  trail 
where  he  owned  by  virtue  of  inheritance, 
two  sections  of  land  and  "a  bunch  of 
cattle." 

This  young  man's  parents  in  an  exub- 
rance  of  patriotism  had  ordered  him 
christened  Dennis  Killarney  Burns,  the 
poetry  of  which  selection  hardly  survived 
the  ceremonials,  as  was  of  course  bound 
to  occur. 


Den  had  ridden  to  town  that  afternoon. 
After  dining  at  the  Chinese  restaurant, 
whore  the  visitor  to  Ducksfoot  must  dine 
or  not  at  all,  he  had  played  a  listless  game 
of  Cow-boy  pool,  looked  in  socially  on  the 
barber,  made  a  few  small  purchases  from 
the  bartender  and,  having  thus  exhausted 
the  town's  resources  for  amusement,  had 
drifted  with  the  crowd  to  the  depot  to 
greet  No.  7. 

Without  bias  or  prejudice,  Dennis,  seat- 
ed on  the  truck,  silhouetted  against  a  pile 
of  returned-empty  cream  cans,  was  much 
the  most  attractive  masculine  figure  the 
scene  presented.  Felice,  giving  him  a 
cursory  "once  over"  made  a  mental  note 
to  that  effect.  This  note,  as  things  trans- 
pired was  equal  to  a  chapter  of  incidents 
in  his  immediate  future. 

There  was  little  of  the  actor  in  Dennis. 
When  he  was  happy  he  laughed.  When  he 
was  mad  he  swore.  And  when  he  was 
dejected,  as  now,  the  imps  of  unhappiness 
perched  about  his  person.  Until  a  short 
week  ago  his  life  had  been  a  thing  of  keen 
and  singing  zest.  More  grain,  more 
cattle,  more  pigs,  more  material  posses- 
sions, to  lay  at  the  feet,  metaphorically,  of 
course,  of  a  girl.  That,  until  lately,  had 
been  life  for  Dennis.  Then,  existence 
with  quick  and  cruel  suddenness,  had  been 
drained  of  its  zest  and  its  song.  Since 
then,  nothing  in  life  had  been  worth  a 
simple  effort  to  attain.  Life  had  become  a 
dark  and  empty  cavern  that  gave  back 
hollow  echoes.  He  pondered  continually 
upon  leaving  Ducksfoot  for  a  locality  with 
numerous,  direct  roads  leading  from  bad 
to  worse  and  on  to  oblivion. 

The  girl's  name  was  Sally — Sally  Pen- 
ington.  Her  folks  owned  and  operated 
land  adjoining  his.  Sally  had  been  born 
on  the  prairie  and  belonged  to  it,  like  the 
crocuses  that  sprinkle  its  grass  and  the 
willows  that  wave  over  it;  and  the  sun 
that  floods  the  prairie  with  gold  and  the 
wind  that  sweeps  it  clean,  had  given  her 
a  body  formed  in  grace  and  colored  in  tints 
of  surging  health. 

So  these  two,  as  all  the  countryside 
knew,  were  agreed  to  marry;  and  all  was 
merry  as  a  wedding  bell,  till  from  a  sky 
containing  no  cloud  even  so  large  as  a 
man's  hand,  despair  descended  and  laid 
icy  fingers  about  the  heart  of  Dennis. 

"'Twould  not  be  so  bad,"  Dennis  had 
told  himself  repeatedly,  "if  I  had  done 
anything.     But  I  haven't." 

TN  order  that  you  may  judge  on  this 
■'•  point  for  yourself,  here,  briefly,  is  the 
causus  belli,  so  to  speak: 

Slowly,  insidiously,  Sally  had  become 
the  victim  of  an  obsession  that  Dennis 
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that  she,  in  consentinj?  to  become  his  wife, 
was  conferring  upon  him.  Sally  argued 
in  this  fashion:  "Den  figures  he's  got  me 
thrown  and  hog-tied  for  branding.  How'd 
it  be,  I  wonder,  if  I  broke  out  on  the  range 
for  a  little?"  Her  phrasing  was  idiomatic 
of  the  plains,  and  not  meant  to  carry  any 
disrespect  to  herself  in  drawing  the  com- 
parison. Such  a  process  of  reasoning, 
you  will  surmise,  was  too  deeply  subtle  for 
an  open  air,  one-cylinder  thinker  like 
Dennis. 

It  happened  on  a  Sabbath  evening.  They 
were  alone  in  the  sitting  room  of  Sally's 
house.  A  great  log,  snapping  and  crack- 
ling in  the  grate,  threw  alternate  bars  of 
light  and  shadow  across  the  room.  Den- 
nis, under  cover  of  a  shadow,  yawned. 
Five  minutes  passed.  Another  shadow 
and  another  yawn.  And  yet  again.  And 
still  once  more — and  this,  to  mix  and 
dilute  a  metaphor,  was  the  yawn  that 
broke  the  camel's  back. 

"See  here,  Dennis,"  snapped  the  girl, 
who  had  sprung  to  her  feet,  her  eyes  like 
points  of  metal  as  she  glared  at  him,  "our 
engagement's  off.  You're  too  fat  ment- 
ally. Things  have  come  your  way  too 
easy — and  I  don't  propose  to  join  the  pro- 
cession.    Good  night." 

There  you  have  it.  Sally  left  him  and 
ascended  the  stairs.  His  jaw  hung  in 
suspension  and,  as  his  brain  received  the 
full  shock  of  the  situation,  his  eyes  as- 
sumed the  stunned  and  staring  expression 
that  steals  over  eggs  in  the  poaching  pro- 
cess. 

"Dog-gone  it!"  he  murmured  bitterly. 
"A  fella  can't  even  yawn!"  While  as  a 
matter  of  fact  Sally  knew,  and  we  know, 
that  this  was  not  the  point  at  all. 

And  it  was  at  this  time  that  Gloom  built 
her  nest  in  the  back  of  his  head  and 
started  hatching  the  Imps  that  perched 
about  his  person. 

r>  UT  as  for  the  wonderful  strang:er 
•'-'  Felice — she  had  work  to  do.  She  lost 
no  time  in  setting  out  to  stun  the  popu- 
lace. Gown  after  gown,  crisp  and  fairly 
dripping  style,  she  flaunted  before  them. 
Shoes  the  like  of  which  they  had  not  here- 
tofore believed  in.  Shoes,  laced  not  in 
front,  but  at  the  sides  forsooth,  and  still 
laced  when  they  eventually  did  disappe.ir 
beneath  a  short  and  shameless  skirt.  The 
shadow  of  a  probability  of  an  excuse 
evoked  something  new  in  hats — hats  that 
flopped  beneath  the  weight  of  a  single 
rose  or  shot  a  geyser  of  feathers  from  atop 
one  ear,  outward  and  upward  to  the  skies. 
She  was,  in  short,  the  prominent  current 
event  and  the  cynosure  around  which 
circled  much  of  the  local  interest. 

The  young  men  of  the  town  descended 
on  the  stogy  home  of  Mrs.  Chitbottem; 
and  it  was  stogy  no  longer.  They  drai>ed 
themselves  on  verandah,  parlor  and  lawn, 
crowding  the  genial  implement  dealer  him- 
self to  his  last  line  of  trenches  in  the 
kitchen  which  he  held  with  ominous  mut- 
terings. 

Dennis  came  with  the  crowd  and  the 
crowd,  under  the  deft  touch  of  Felice,  re- 
ceded and  left  him  alone.  He  was  taught 
to  dance,  than  whom  a  camel  has  more 
grace.  He  was  taught  and  urged  to  sing 
with  the  self  same  voice  which  from  child- 
hood had  been  used  as  an  urge  to  horses 


and  cattle.  And  many  another  city- 
bred  herring  was  drawn  across  his  path. 
He  submitted.  The  pursuit  of  the  Arts 
might  serve,  he  reasoned,  to  obliterate  the 
shadow  of  a  false  and  fickle  maid  that,  in 
a  most  disconcerting  way,  imposed  itself 
still  between  him  and  every  girl  he  saw. 
Felice,  in  turn,  was  taught  to  ride  and 
to  shoot.  She  learned  but  slowly  and  im- 
perfectly to  the  accompaniment  of  many 
appealing  little  screams  for  help  and  the 
display  of  much  super-feminine  dismay. 

SO  passed  the  summer.  But  not  so 
Felice.  She  remained.  Fall  saw  the 
cut  grain  in  stooks,  like  rows  of  short,  fat 
soldiers  in  the  fields.  To  such  a  field, 
upon  a  certain  day,  these  two  had  come 
to  shoot  the  wily  duck.  Dennis  made  an 
ambuscade  of  sheaves  close  to  the  edge  of 
a  slough.  In  the  intimacy  of  this  golden 
horse-shoe  the  search  of  Felice  came  al- 
most to  a  successful  end,  for  the  con- 
versational ice  upon  which  Dennis  stood 
was  thinner  than  he  in  his  philosophy 
wot  of.  Only  the  whistle  of  a  flock  of 
ducks,  so  close  and  low  that  they  could  not 
be  overlooked,  saved  him,  snatching  de- 
feat, as  it  were,  from  the  very  jaws  of  vic- 
tory; and  all  that  Felice  bagged  that  day 
was  seven  barley-fattened  Teal  which 
Dennis  tied  to  her  saddle  horn  as  they 
started  for  home. 

"Oh,  well,"  argued  Felice,  "there's 
another  day  coming,  and  it's  not  good 
hunting  practice  to  crowd  'em." 

tpVERY  day  that  the  sun  .shone— and 
•*-^  this  provided  few  exceptions — Sally, 
the  sadly  neglected,  saddled  her  pony  and 
rode  out  —  alone.      Most  often  she  went 


Felice  was  the  prominent  current 
event  and  the  cynosure  around  which 
circled    much    of    the    local    interest. 

across  the  back  fields.  Sally  togged  for 
a  ride  was  a  sight  for  easy  and  pleasant 
contemplation.  Her  habit  was,  to  a  cer- 
tain degree,  striking,  and  departed,  in 
several  essential  points,  from  what  is  con- 
sidered de  rigiieiir  in  the  equestrian  by- 
paths of  Central  Park  and  Rotten  Row. 
First  came  a  red  sweater,  faded,  and 
shapeless — till  Sally  pulled  it  on.  On  her 
head  was  a  round  cloth  cap  of  the  shape 
and  color  of  half  a  walnut  shell.  This 
was  designed  to  keep  her  hair  in  order 
and  out  of  sight — but  was  not  always  suc- 
cessful in  this.  Her  straight  young  legs 
were    enshrined    in    whipcord    breeches. 


These  were  cut  as  far  as  the  knee  with 
sheer  abandon  as  regards  material,  but 
there  the  spirit  of  economy  had  evidently 
prevailed  and  they  shrunk  and  tapered 
to  fit  into  shoe-packs  that  terminated  in 
nests  of  rabbit's  fur. 

It  would  be  very  satisfactory  to  inter- 
ject at  this  point  a  description  of  Sally's 
mount,  running  in  this  fashion — "beyond 
question  here  was  a  horse  of  noble  line- 
age. His  dilated,  blood-red  nostril.^,  his 
curved  neck  and  shapely  head,  .... 
etc.,  etc." 

But  that  were  fiction,  and  we  deal  in 
the  common  clay  of  fact. 

Spider  was  a  cayuse  which,  plainly 
speaking,  means  "just  horse,"  and  in 
color,  buckskin,  which  in  case  your  mem- 
ory fails  you,  is  the  hue  which  a  mocca- 
sin assumes  with  age  and  use.  His  height 
was  under  fifteen  hands,  and  on  his  right 
withers  he  carried  a  burn-scar  in  the 
form  of  a  double  "S"  since  his  yearling 
days,  when  a  group  of  rough  and  uncouth 
characters  had  descended  upon  him,  roped, 
thrown,  tied  and  stung  him  near  to  death 
with  a  red-hot  iron,  laughing  meanwhile. 

AND  now  to  digress;  but  just  for  a 
mdment. 

Perhaps  you  have  noticed  that  many  of 
the  master  tragedies  of  fiction  and  fact 
have  for  their  chief  motif  the  element  of 
delay.  After  the  maligned  and  hunted 
hero  has  plunged  home  the  fateful  dagger, 
posthumous  evidence  turns  up  sufficient 
not  only  to  clear  him  entirely  had  he  lived 
but  forty  minutes  longer,  but  quite  ample 
to  elect  him  mayor.  And  the  matri- 
monial ventures  that  have  been  wrecked 
by  important  letters  secreting  themselves 
in  cracks  and  crannies  just  long  enough 
to  allow  some  weeping  Beatrice  to  contract 
a  misalliance!  Their  name  is  legion.  And 
so  on. 

And  we  call  the  responsible  party,  Fate. 
She  delays  an  entrance  by  part  of  a 
second.  The  hero  jumps  off  the  bridge. 
The  happy  ending  is  wrecked  beyond  per- 
adventure.  Fate  allows  an  exit  too  sud- 
den, but  a  minute,  a  month  or  a  year,  and 
it  is  next  to  impossible  to  ring  the  curtain 
down  on  aught  but  trouble  and  tears.  It 
might,  therefore,  be  a  worth-while  idea 
to  appoint  a  number  of  Assistant  Fates 
whose  duty  it  would  be  to  see  that  delay 
and  misconnection  at  least  do  not  mar  the 
happy  endings.  Thus,  lightly,  do  we  pro- 
vide another  field  in  which  may  soar 
Feminine  Endeavor. 

AND  now  back  to  the  story — and  Sally 
riding  the  buckskin-hued  Spider.  On 
such  a  day  as  this  the  sensation  of  riding 
the  prairie  is  good  for  the  soul  and  the 
body.  Autumn,  who  had  charge  of  things 
outdoors,  had  arranged  for  the  sun  to 
supply  light,  heat  and  general  decorative 
effects.  Through  the  timothy  field  and 
barley  stubble  on  their  own  place  went 
Sally  and  Spider;  then  through  a  gap  in 
the  fence  which  the  threshers  had  left, 
into  the  south  field  of  Neighbor  Burns. 
Dennis'  cattle  had  been  turned  into  this 
field  when  the  crop  was  taken  off.  Some 
of  them  stood  motionless  as  stumps,  soak- 
ing up  the  sunlight.  Others  grubbed 
around  the  stacks  in  search  of  chaff  and 


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such  grain  as  had  gone  over  in  threshing. 
Among  them  were  the  spring  calves, 
sturdy,  round-bellied  little  chaps,  but  over- 
young  yet  to  stand  the  cold  that  crept  over 
the  prairie  on  the  heels  of  the  receding 
sun. 

When  Sally  got  within  a  few  rods  of  a 
stack  she  raised  in  her  stirrups  and  as- 
sured herself  that  nothing  human  was  in 
sight.  Then  she  dismounted  and  dropped 
the  lines  to  the  ground.  A  short  run  and 
a  quick  spring  landed  her  quite  some  dis- 
tance up  the  side  of  the  strawstack  where, 
to  borrow  a  phrase  from  the  current  war, 
she  proceeded  to  "dig  in." 

Not  long  afterwards  Sally  descried  a 
moving  object  on  the  horizon.  In  exact 
proportion  to  the  speed  of  a  slow  moving 
horse  it  resolved  itself  into  the  owner  of 
the  farm,  coming  to  herd  his  "young  stuff" 
into  shelter  for  the  night.  First  of  all  he 
started  for  home  those  calves  scattered 
about  the  stubble.  Then,  when  he  rode 
close  to  the  stack  after  those  engaged  in 
grubbing  there,  he  pulled  up  and  listened 
to  the  strangest  sound  that  ever  he  had 
heard  coming  from  a  strawstack;  and  he, 
born  and  brought  up  with  strawstacks, 
one  might  say.  Shaking  the  lines  he 
started  on  a  cautious  circle  of  investiga- 
tion. When  this  brought  him  to  the  south 
side  of  the  stack  there  he  found  Sally, 
curled  up  like  a  sheep  dog  and  weeping 
■fit  to  melt  the  heart  of  a  stone,  than  which 
Dennis'  heart  was  considerably  more 
easily  affected. 

Directly  below  her  at  the  foot  of  the 
stack,  making  frantic,  plunging  efforts  to 
reach  her,  was  a  Hereford  bull,  the  over- 
lord of  the  herd,  a  thousand  pounds  of 
horned  and  hided  fury! 

DENNIS  swung  from  the  saddle.  He 
ran  to  the  bull  and  seized  the  ring 
that  hung  from  its  nose  like  the  knocker 
on  a  cottage  door.  He  fairly  spun  the  bull 
on  his  (the  bull's)  hind  legs  and  sped  his 
departure  with  a  splendidly  timed,  whole- 
soled  application  of  boot  leather. 


"Why,  Sally  dear,  he  wouldn't  hurt  you, 
little  sweetheart.  He  ain't  got  the  guts  of 
a  rabbit,  that  old  bull  ain't.  Why  shucks, 
he's  only  an  onery  old  he-cow." 

It  is  to  be  deeply  regretted  that  Dennis 
made  reference  to  the  internal  furnish- 
ings of  the  rabbit.  It  makes  an  inelegant 
printed  word.  Still  he  but  used  an  idiom 
of  the  prairie;  and  further,  the  idiom  is 
apt,  for  naturalists  tell  us  that  the  rabbit, 
alone  among  the  furred  and  feathered,  is 
without  weapon  of  offence  or  defence  (bar- 
ring his  undoubted  ability  to  get  away 
from  a  standing  start  on  high) — an  un- 
equivocal pacificist.  And,  as  Dennis  used 
the  comparison  and  Sally  found  it  accept- 
able and  reassuring,  it  must  stand  as 
spoken. 

Sally,  now  with  her  head  on  Dennis' 
glowing  shoulder,  sobbed  to  a  slow  finish. 
Her  arms  about  his  neck  detained  him 
though,  goodness  knows,  he  had  no  wish 
or  intention  of  departing  anywhere.  He 
kissed  away  the  tears  as  they  trickled 
down  her  cheeks.  He  patted  her  back 
with  a  hand  as  soft  and  yielding  as  a 
piece  of  two-by-four — the  gentle,  healing 
contact  of  the  wings  of  love  to  Sally. 
Finally,  from  the  corral  of  his  arms,  she 
smiled  a  wet,  winsome  smile  and  said: 
"Oh,  Denny,  if  you  hadn't  of  come!" 

They  caught  Spider  easily  enough,  and 
Dennis  swung  the  girl  from  the  ground 
and  dropped  her  into  the  saddle,  which  is 
as  good  a  way  as  any  to  mount  a  horse. 
But  then,  small  blame  to  him,  he  drew  her 
down  again  and  half  way  out  of  the  saddle, 
a  manoeuvre  which  the  horse  was  unpre- 
pared for,  and  he  moved  away  leaving 
Sally,  her  feet  inches  from  the  ground,  in 
the  arms  of  Dennis.  For  this  neither  of 
them  thought  less  of  the  horse,  nor  chided 
him. 

With  "whoops"  and  "hi-hi's"  the  calves 
were  sent  loping  down  the  trail  for  home. 
Then,  because  the  air  was  keen  like  wine 
and  the  great  danger  was  over,  they  raced 
their  ponies  to  a  certain  poplar  tree  and 
back,   and   the   girl,   because   of   Dennis' 


clever  horsemanship,  won  by  the  length 
of  Spider's  nose. 

A  ND  now,  please  note,  an  interval  of 
•^"^   more  than  a  year  has  passed. 

Mrs.  Dennis  Burns  emerges  from  the 
house  carrying  across  her  arm  a  young 
and  tender  parcel  of  humanity  in  a  way 
apparently  gratifying  to  the  youngster  it- 
self, but  always  the  cause  of  nervousness 
to  bachelors,  spinsters  and  the  well- 
meaning  general  public.  She  crosses  the 
lawn  and  enters  the  barnyard,  crowded 
with  cattle  from  which  are  to  be  selected 
those  adolescents  sufficiently  advanced  to 
carry  on  their  ribs,  seared  in  with  sting- 
ing irons,  the  armorial  bearings  of  the 
house  of  Burns,  to  wit,  "Capital  B  couche, 
field  of  scorched  hide,  calf  rampant." 

"See  pittie  cows.  Rhoddie  pat  the  pit- 
tie  cows,"  croons  Sally  in  the  mysterious 
patois  supposed  to  bring  the  King's  Eng- 
lish down  to  the  level  of  infantile  com- 
prehension— much  as  food  intended  for 
the  same  consumption  is  oftentimes  di- 
luted. 

Baby,  nothing  loth,  advanced  a  minia- 
ture hand  which  he  wiggles  in  the  white 
face  of  the  nearest  animal. 

"Hi,  Sally.  Look  out!"  shouts  Dennis, 
as  he  comes  running  from  a  far  corner  of 
the  yard.  "That's  the  very  bull  that  scairt 
you  in  the  strawstack  that  day." 

"Goodness  gracious!"  cries  Sally, 
snatching  the  child  away  and  starting 
back  for  the  house. 

A  close  observer  would  have  noticed 
that,  when  half  way  there,  she  snuggled 
her  lips  to  the  baby's  ear  and  murmured 
that  which  a  super-acute  list?ner  would 
have  translated  somewhat  as  follows : 
"Baby  darlin',  your  daddy  came  just  in 
time  that  day.  I  couldn't  have  kept  that 
bull  much  longer.  The  oats  I  was  feeding 
him  were  almost  gone." 

What  we  mean  to  say  is  that  even  a  few 
humble  oats,  in  the  right  hands,  are  cap- 
able of  overcoming  the  malignancy  of  the 
blunders  and  plots  of  Fate. 


In  the  December  Issue 

A  Humorous  Article     -     -     By  stefhen  leacock 

A  STIRRING  WAR  POEM 

The  Ballad  of  Jean  Desprez"  By  robert  w.  service 

THE  CONCLUDING  INSTALMENT  OF 

The  Anatomy  of  Love"    -    By  arthur  stringer 


a 


a 


Christmas  Stories  and  other  fe. 


itures  bv  well-known  Canadian  Authors. 


What  The  Gods  Send 

By  Hopkins  Moorhouse 

Who  wrote  "The  Years  of  the    Wieked"  and  "1,000  Per  Cent.— Net!" 

Illustrated   by  E.   J.   Dinsmore 


PART  II. 

chaptf:r  III. 

UNDERCURRENTS. 

POMEROY  recovered  quickly  under 
the  influence  of  cold  water  and  a 
flask  of  rye  whisky  which  the  Swede, 
with  a  generou.s  grin,  had  unexpectedly 
produced  from  its  hiding-place  beneath 
the  flooring.  He  sat  with  his  back  against 
the  wall,  propped  as  comfortably  as  might 
be  with  Macklin's  coat.  The  arm  rested 
in  a  sling,  bandaged  tightly  in  the  rough 
splints  that  Macklin  had  improvised. 
Macklin  had  also  located  a  silver  cigarette- 
ease  in  a  pocket  of  the  muddy  coat,  and 
the  expression  on  the  secretary's  pale 
face  was  so  much  more  cheerful  that  the 
mini.atering  angel  grinned  with  pleasure. 

The  Swede  had  gone  back  to  his  duty  as 
guard  outside,  refusing  to  listen  to  the 
arguments  vehemently  presented  by  the 
said  angel — in  fact,  deliberately  relocking 
the  padlock  on  them.  Because  his  one 
prisoner  had  multiplied  into  two  was  rea- 
son rather  for  doubled  vigilance  than 
otherwise,  according  to  the  workings  of 
Svenson's  intelligence.  What  the  outcome 
of  this  attitude  might  have  been  in  the  face 
of  Macklin's  furious  remonstrance  is 
hard  to  say  had  not  Pomeroy  interfered. 

"What  did  you  say  these  beggars  had 
locked  you  up  for?"  he  asked  with  some 
curiosity. 

"Search  me!  I  came  down  here  on  a 
freight  to  look  for  a  pocketbook  I  lost 
when  our  van  was  here  the  other  morn- 
ing. We're  up  on  the  next  siding  west 
of  this  now,  you  know.  Well,  just  as  I 
was  thinking  of  borrowing  a  lantern  from 
Halldorson  —  he's  the  foreman  here  — 
didn't  the  whole  gang  jump  on  me!  They 
pounded  me  'round  a  bit,  tied  my  hands 
and  feet  together  an'  slung  me  in  here!" 

"And  you  don't  know  what  for,  eh?" 

"You  know  as  much  about  the  reason 
for  it  as  I  do." 

'TpHE  secretary  glanced  up  quickly;  it 
A  was  almost  as  if  he  would  satisfy 
himself  that  there  was  no  hidden  signifi- 
cance in  the  remark.  He  blew  a  cloud  of 
smoke  to  one  side  and  smiled  a  little. 

"Well,  never  mind.  Tow-head.  We'll 
attend,  to  His  Nibs  when  the  time  comes. 
Before  we  need  to  bother  about  him, 
there's  some  talking  to  do  in  order  that 
you  may  understand  exactly  what  you 
have  to  do  to-night.  And  time  is  preci- 
ous." 

Macklin  stared  for  a  moment,  then  nod- 
ded attentively.  It  seemed  the  proper 
thing,  the  only  answer  that  was  expected. 
President  Waring's  secretary  was  study- 
ing him  attentively  in  silence.  There  were 
many  who  had  grown  uncomfortable 
under  the  cold  appraisement  of  those 
shrewd  little  eyes;  in  their  dark  depths 

Copyrlgh 


lurked  inherent  wariness,  a  knowledge  of 
the  world.     Macklin  stared  back  steadily. 

"D'you  know,  Macklin,  I  rather  like 
your  appearance,"  said  Pomeroy  unex- 
pectedly.   "You've  got  a  good  face." 

"It's  honest,"  agreed  Macklin  mendaci- 
ously.   "I  was  born  that  way." 

"Exactly.  It's  honest.  I  think  you 
are  to  be — trusted." 

"Why,  Mr.  Pomeroy,  you "       The 

other's  raised  hand  checked  him. 

"That's  alright.  I  know  what  you're 
going  to  say,"  he  protested.  "That's  my 
business — to  know  men.  I  haven't  been 
secretary  to  the  President  of  this  road 
for  three  years  without  meeting  a  few, 
believe  me.  So  it's  not  at  all  necessary 
•for  you  to  tell  me  that  you're  on  the 
square,  that  you're  loyal  to  the  Company 
you're  working  for  and  that  you'd  feel 
yourself  honored  by  any  demands  which 
might  be  made  o"  you  by  President  War- 
ing or  myself.    Is  that  right?" 

"It  certainly  is,  sir." 

Pomeroy  eyed  him  keenly. 

"And  if  I'm  not  greatly  mistaken,  Mr. 
Macklin,  you  belong  to  that  sterling  class 
to  whom  loyalty  is  a  thing  beyond  the 
reach  of  barter — to  whom,  in  short,  it  is  a 
deep-rooted  sentiment,  something  that's  in 
the  blood,  so  to  speak.  Go  through  hell 
itself  for  a  man  you  respected,  eh,  Mack- 
lin?— for  a  superior  officer  who  was  on  the 
square,  for  instance?" 

A  GAIN  Macklin  nodded.  He  was  too 
■^*-  much  surprised  at  the  seriousness  Of 
the  other's  manner  to  speak.  He  wonder- 
ed what  all  this  was  leading  up  to. 

"That's  probably  a  part  of  your  family 
tradition,"  nodded  Pomeroy  with  approval, 
"so  that  such  an  attitude  comes  as  nat- 
ura'lv  to  you  as  would  your  antagonism  to 
anything  mean  and  underhand  in  one 
man's  dealings  with  another.  I'm  glad 
you're  that  kind  of  a  man  because — be- 
caufie,  Macklin.  you'll  have  need  of  those 
qualities  to-night.  Your  presence  here  is 
a  godsend:  nothing  short  of  it." 

He  paused,  frowning  at  the  floor  as  if 
choosing  his  words  with  care.  A  queer 
little  thrill  of  elation  warmed  the  younger 
man.  His  eyes  focused  steadily  on  the 
secretary's  wan  face  while  he  listened  in- 
tentlv.  lip."?  parted. 

"What  I  have  to  tell  you,"  continued 
Pomeroy,  "must  appear  to  you  on  the  face 
of  it  as  so  preposterous  that  I  find  diffi- 
culty in  presenting  the  facts  in  such  a 
manner  that  you  will  accept  them  un- 
hesitatingly as  the  truth.  It  is  essential 
that  you  do  so  accept  them  if  you  are  to 
prove  your  worth  at  what  is  undoubtedly 
a  crisis  in  the  history  of  the  Canadian 
Midland.  God  knows,  it  is  hard  enough 
for  me  to  be  incapacitated  as  I  am  at  this 
time  when  the  need  for  my  best  energies 
t  ill  United  .States  and  Great  Britain.  All  rights 


is  greatest,  when  the  fate  of — I  was  al- 
most going  to  say  of  the  Company  itself — 
hangs  in  the  balance.  It's  hard  for  me  to- 
have  to  delegate  the  secret  in  my  posses- 
sion even  to  one  I  know  will  carry  out  my 
instructions  to  the  last  minute  detail.  If 
you  fail  in  believing  me — you  must  believe 
me!  Do  you  hear,  Macklin,  old  man,  you 
must  believe  me  without  question!" 

TIJ  E  clutched  the  other's  hand.  Hi.< 
-'■  ■*■  cheeks  had  flushed  faintly  and  the 
glitter  of  a  strong  excitement  was  in  his 
eyes.  Macklin  breathed  quickly;  he  had 
a  feeling  of  being  dragged  beyond  his 
depth — into  things  with  which  he  was  un- 
familiar, big  things. 

"Listen.  You  know  about  how  much 
love  is  lost  between  our  road  and  the 
C.L.S.  people.  You  know  that  it's  always 
been  bitter  war  between  them.  There's 
a  time  coming  when  both  roads  may  be- 
come transcontinentals,  and  meanwhile 
those  fellows  are  watching  every  move  we 
make — like  hawks.  They're  continually 
watching  for  a  chance  to  forestall  us,  both 
on  the  stock  markets  and  in  the  field. 
They  have  spies  in  our  camp!" 

"Spies?" 

"I  venture  to  say  there  isn't  a  depart- 
ment that  hasn't  one  or  more  clerks  who' 
are  secretly  drawing  pay  from  the  C.L.S. 
for  keeping  their  eyes  open." 

"As  bad  as  that!" 

"Worse.  For  instance,  it  leaked  out 
not  long  ago  that  we  were  contemplating 
expansion  northward,  that  secret  surveys 
were  being  made,  that  our  pathfinders  had 
located  a  big  mineral  deposit  which  would 
be  of  untold  value  to  the  road.  It  became 
known  somehow  that  maps  and  full  data 
had  been  prepared.  Macklin.  several  at- 
tempts have  been  made  to  obtain  this  in- 
formation !" 

"By  the  C.L.S.?" 

"By  agents  of  theirs,  working  under 
cover." 

"But  Great  Scott!  they  didn't  get  it, 
did  they?" 

"No.  The  little  fellows  hadn't  a  chance. 
The  papers  were  placed  for  safe  keeping 
in  the  vaults  of  a  certain  bank  and  re- 
mained there  until  recently,  when  they 
were  removed  to  President  Waring's  pri- 
vate safe,  pending  an  important  directors' 
meeting.  Does  that  strike  you  as  being 
a  little— well,  out  of  the  ordinary?" 

"You  mean ?" 

"Why  weren't  they  left  in  the  bank 
vaults?  It  would  be  a  simple  matter  to 
send  a  reliable  messenger  over  to  the  bank 
for  them  after  the  meeting  was  called  in 
the  President's  office,  wouldn't  it?" 

"May  be  Mr.  Waring  wanted  them  right 
beside  him  where  he  could  look  after  them 
himself  and " 

"That's  a  better  guess  than  you  know, 

reserved. 


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Macklin.  He  did  want  them  right  beside 
him  where  he  could  look  after  them  him- 
self." Pomeroy  smiled  a  little.  "And 
where  none  of  hig  associates  could  lay 
their  hands  on  them,"  he  added.  "It  works 
both  ways,  you  see." 

"I — I  don't  think  I  quite  follow  that,  Mr. 
Pomeroy." 

"I  don't  suppose  you  do.  The  game  has 
been  played  very  shrewdly,  I  mu^t  admit, 
and  everything  would  have  gone  forward 
as  planned — but  for  the  interierence  of 
Little  Willie,  meaning  me.  Oh,  yes, 
there's  been  a  lovely  little  game  in  pro- 
gress for  some  time — a  fine  little  frame- 
up,"  nodded  Pomeroy  as  he  noted  his  audi- 
tor's bewilderment. 

"But  let  me  explain.  There  isn't  time 
now  to  go  into  details  as  to  how  my  sus- 
picions were  first  aroused.  I've  been 
watching  things  carefully  for  some 
months.  I  couldn't  believe  the  thing  pos- 
sible at  first  and  that  is  why  I've  delayed 
acting.  I  wanted  to  be  sure  of  my  ground. 
It  wasn't  till  Waring  removed  the  packet 
to  his  private  car,  just  before  we  left  on 
this  last  trip,  that  things  came  to  a  head. 
When  plans  were  suddenly  changed  and 
we  came  up  this  way,  I  knew  the  time 
had  come  to  act  and  to  act  quickly  if  I  was 
going  to  do  anything  to  save  the  situation 
for  the  Canadian  Midland." 

pOMEROY  paused.  He  wet  his  dry  lips 
*■  and  the  clutch  of  his  fingers  tightened 
on  the  other's  arm.  His  eyes  were  burn- 
ing feverishly  and  his  voice  grew  suddenly 
husky  with  eagerness. 

"Macklin,"  he  announced  solemnly, 
"this  man  Waring  is  a  traitor  to  his  busi- 
ness associates!  That's  a  pretty  grave 
charge  to  make,  I  know,  and  I'd  be  the  last 
one  to  make  it  if  it  wasn't  true.  You 
know  that.  I've  got  no  kick  coming  on  the 
way  he's  treated  me;  but  when  it  comes 
down  to  a  question  of  personal  loyalty 
against  loyalty  to  the  road  there  can  be 
no  question  of  the  only  course  that's  open 
to  a  man  of  moral  responsibility.  I  think 
you  will  agree  with  me  in  that. 

"Waring's  sold  out  to  the  C.L.S.!  He 
has  agreed  to  turn  over  these  closely 
guarded  papers  to  the  Midland's  bitterest 
rival.  He  expects  to  meet  their  secret 
agents  in  the  matter  to-morrow  night  at 
a  certain  rendezvous  some  miles  north  of 
Indian  Creek!" 

"Indian  Creek!"  gasped  Macklin,  his 
face  tense.  It  was  the  agent  at  Indian 
Creek  who  had  told  the  Boss  about  expect- 
ing the  President's  car  up  the  line! 

"Yes.  Of  course,  he's  merely  stopping 
off  there  for  'some  fishing'!" 

"But^— Good  Heavens!  Surely — surely 
this  can't  be  true,  Mr.  Pomeroy!" 

Yet  even  as  he  spoke  he  felt  that  it 
was.  The  secretary  was  too  deadly  in 
earnest  for  any  other  conclusion. 

"I  tell  you  they  own  Waring,  body  and 
soul!    I  can  prove  it!" 

\/f  ACKLIN  got  onto  his  feet.  He  paced 
■*■'•*  about  in  agitation.  He  was  greatly 
shocked  at  this  revelation;  it  upset  his 
hitherto  matter-of-fact  acceptance  of  all 
ordered  affairs.  If  this  thing  were 
true ! 


"But — but  a  big  man  like  the  president 
of  a  railway— surely  he  couldn't  expect 
to  get  away  with  that  kind  of  funny  work! 
His  job — why,  he'd  lose  his  job!"  he  ob- 
jected blankly. 

Pomeroy  gestured  impatiently. 

"That's  easy.  You  don't  imagine  for  a 
moment  that  Waring  hasn't  got  a  soft 
nest  to  light  in,  do  you?  The  C.L.S. 
people'll  look  jolly  well  after  him,  don't 
j-ou  see?  Everything'd  be  covered  up  as 
slick  as  you  please.  The  papers  will  be 
stolen  and  Waring'U  kick  up  a  great 
hulabaloo  about  it — make  a  tremendous 
fuss.  Then  it'll  all  blow  over  and  you  can 
bank  on  it  that  John  F.  Waring  is  slated 
for  the  presidency  of  the  C.L.S.  inside  of 
six  months  with  a  fatter  salary  than  he's 
getting  now  and  a  nice  bunch  of  stock 
tucked  away  in  his  jeans!  Believe  me, 
Macklin,  I  knoiv  what  I'm  talking  about." 

Macklin  was  young  and  inexperienced. 
His  knowledge  of  this  world  of  big  finan- 
cial undercurrents  was  limited  to  what  he 
read  in  the  newspapers.  He  had  a  vague 
idea  that  it  was  a  potential  world  where 
the  undercurrents  were  deep  and  dark 
with  warring  intrigues.  He  had  read  a 
novel  one  time .  In  the  uncertain  lan- 
tern light  his  face  showed  pale  and 
troubled.  He  was  filled  with  a  dismay 
that  seemed  to  clog  his  faculties. 

'TpHE  secretary  was  speaking  again  and 
-*■  Macklin  was  presently  aware  of  a 
change  in  voice.  He  noted  with  fresh  sur- 
prise that  there  were  tears  in  the  other's 
eyes. 

"It's  something  more  to  me  than  a  mere 
matter  of  ethics,  old  man,"  Pomeroy  was 
saying  earnestly.  "This  good  old  road 
has  a  history  that  stirs  the  blood  and  I've 
been  with  it  long  enough  to  be  loyal  to  its 
traditions.  Are  we  going  to  sit  down 
calmly  and  let  a  shyster  like  this  man, 
Warine.  get  away  with  a  deal  as  raw  as 
this  It's  often  done  bv  fellows  like  him, 
but  this  is  one  time  when  the  trick  don't 
work!  I  say.  are  we  going  to  let  him  get 
awav  with  it?"  He  threw  down  the  end 
of  his  cigarette  with  a  force  that  scat- 
tered a  shower  of  snarks.  "Dammit! 
Macklin,  old  boy,  not  if  my  name's  Hugh 
Pomeroy!" 

"And  not  if  my  name's  Horace  P.  Mack- 
lin!" supplemented  Macklin  excitedly. 
"The  confounded  old  scoundrel!"  he  ex- 
ploded.    "The  measlv  cur!" 

Pomeroy  drew  a  long  breath. 


IV. 

MR.  POMEROY  BECOMES  EXPLICIT. 

««'Tp  HEN  listen,"  he  went  on  hur- 
■«■  riedly.  "Last  night  I  watched 
my  chance  to  get  hold  of  the  packet. 
I  got  it  after  everyone  else  in  the  car 
turned  in  for  the  night.  I  planned  tc 
drop  oflt,  walk  back  to  the  nearest  station 
and  catch  the  westbound  Limited  at  mid- 
night. Waring's  steward  is  a  light  sleeper 
and  I  heard  him  stirring  in  his  berth  just 
after  I  got  the  papers.  It  hurried  me  up, 
so  that  I  went  out  at  once  and  dropped  off 
the  black  platform  of  the  private  car. 

"She  was  hitting  up  a  fa.ster  pace  than  I 
bargained  for  and  when  I  came  to  I  was 
in  pretty  bad  shape.     I  don't  know  how 


I  put  in  the  night;  guess  I  was  off  my  head 
part  of  the  time.  Anyway,  I  kept  going. 
When  I  got  to  this  tank  I  was  all  in — 
simply  had  to  give  up.  The  door  was  open 
and  I  stumbled  into  the  corner  where  you 
found  me. 

"It  was  noon  before  I  came  to  my  senses 
and — I  was  afraid  to  stir  outside  in  my 
helpless  state.  I  figured  it  wasn't  safe  be- 
cause if  I'd  been  missed .     Anyway,  I 

thought  it  was  best  to  wait  for  dark.  I — 
I  guess  I  was  pretty  weak  and  must've  lost 
consciousness  again.  My  —  my  memory 
seems  kind  of — hazy.  Funny  how  a  fellow 
gets  sometimes,  ain't  it?"  He  passed  his 
hand  wearily  across  his  white  forehead 
and  laughed  nervously. 

"But,  Holy  Smoke,  Mr.  Pomeroy,  why 
didn't  you  try  for  the  section  foreman's? 
Halldorson's  shack  isn't  more'n  a  hundred 
yards  away  from  this  tank.  Mrs.  Hall- 
dorson'd  have  fixed  your  arm  up  and  given 

you  a  bite  to  eat .    Why,  say,  you  must 

be  nearly  starved!"  cried  Macklin  as  the 
other's  plight  unfolded  more  fully  to  his 
imagination. 

"Never  mind  me!"  Pomeroy's  voice  was 
petulant  with  impatience.  He  fumbled 
clumsily  in  his  hip  pocket.  "There's  the 
rea.son  I  laid  low." 

T_r  E  tossed  a  bulky  blue  envelope  to  the 
■*^  floor,  a  long,  strong  linen  envelope, 
and  the  iunior  member  of  Topographical 
Survey  Party  Number  Two  noted  with  a 
certain  sense  of  awe  the  official  seals  that 
covered  it,  their  irregular  daubs  of  wax 
blood-red  in  the  lantern  light.  It  looked 
very  important. 

"Nothing  matters  but  that  packet, 
Macklin.  That's  what's  made  me  ill— to 
be  so  helpless  with  everything  depending 
upon  me.  I'll  be  alright  now.  I  couldn't 
trust  any  lout  of  a  section  hand,  don't  you 
see?  As  I  said  before,  your  arrival  has 
been  nothing  short  of  a  godsend.  It  is  an 
evidence  that  the  right's  on  our  side." 

"What  am  I  to  do?"  asked  Macklin 
eagerly. 

"I  want  you  to  take  that  packet — better 
put  it  in  your  inside  pocket  right  now. 
Here,  roll  up  my  coat  and  put  your  own 
on.  That's  the  stuff!  Button  it  in!  You 
are  to  get  down  the  line  just  as  fast  as 
you  can.  Walk  to  the  nearest  flag-station, 
east  of  her — it  wouldn't  be  safe  to  hang 
around  here — and  jump  the  first  train 
that  comes  along — freight  or  passenger  or 
work-train  —  anything  at  all  on  wheels 
that'll  get  you  on  your  way.  If  you  could 
only  run  acro.ss  a  divisional  engineer  and 

his  velocipede !    Here — take  this.    It's 

my  personal  pass — good  on  anything,  en- 
gine included.  The  point  is,  you've  got 
to  get  to  headquarters  as  soon  as  possible. 
Don't  lose  a  minute." 

"Headquarters?"  echoed  Macklin. 

"That's  what  I  said.  Now  listen  to  me 
carefully.  For  the  life  of  you,  don't  take 
that  envelope  out  of  your  pocket  till  you 
do  get  there.  It  might  mean  danger  to 
yourself  if  certain  eyes  saw  it  in  your 
possession.  So  don't  let  anyone  know 
you've  got  it  or  that  you've  seen  me.  And 
when  I  say  'anyone,'  Macklin,  I  mean  just 
that.  If  anybody  gets  inquisitive,  you've 
been  sent  back  to  town  by  the  Boss— mean- 


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"Ay  tank  you  not  fale  smart  falter  now  "'    batcha,"   growled   Svenson   from    the 
doorway.       A    half   qrin    was   dodging  about    the    corners    of    his    wide    month. 


ing  Rutland,  you  understand — to  get  a 
few  little  things  that  he  was  needing. 

"It  isn't  likely  that  you'll  have  any 
trouble,  but  in  a  game  like  this  it's  always 
well  to  reverse  the  Wise  Man's  advice  and 
cross  the  bridges  before  you  come  to  them. 
If  you  can  avoid  the  rivers  altogether,  so 
much  the  better;  for,  believe  me,  they're 
no  mere  brawling  brooks  that  can  be 
hopped  over  or  waded  with  your  trousers 
rolled  up! 

"I  don't  want  to  scare  you  unduly,  but 
everything  depends  upon  secrecy,  Mack- 
lin,  and  the  whole  future  of  the  company 
is  inside  your  coat.     Remember  that! 

"When  you  get  to  headquarters  you'll 
need  to  be  doubly  cautious.  There  is  only 
one  man  in  the  whole  city  who  must  get 
hold  of  that  envelope.  None  of  the  Mid- 
land officials!  must  get  it,  none  of  the  direc- 
tors, not  even  the  Vice-President.  Remem- 
ber that  it  has  been  saved  from  the  Pre- 
sident himself  only  by  the  greatest  good 
luck.  Don't  trust  a  single  soul.  Do  you 
hear?  Are  you  quite  sure  you  understand 
me?" 

Macklin  nodded  quickly. 

"Go  on,"  he  urged  in  a  voice  thick  with 
excitement.  "Who's  the  man  I  must  give 
it  to,  then?" 

"You  know  Cranston,  I  suppose  —  Bob 
Cranston?" 

"You  mean  the  detective?" 

"Yes,  head  of  the  company's  detective 
force." 


"I've  heard  of  him,  but  never  met  him 
per.=«nally." 

"Good.  So  much  the  better.  If  you've 
never  met  him  he  won't  know  you  by  sight. 
Steer  clear  of  his  department  whatever 
you  do,  Macklin!" 

"Keep  nivay  from  Cranston?" 

♦♦■y  OU  bet  your  life!  Cranston  and  his 
•^  bunch  of  wooden-heads  'd  ball  this 
whole  thing  up  in  no  time  by  making  an 
official  noise  like  an  increase  of  salary! 
You  catch  on,  I  hope?  This  is  a  matter 
that  must  not  leak  out — for  a  hundred  rea- 
sons. You're  mixing  up  with  the  real  stuff 
in  diplomacy,  Macklin.  Don't  forget  that. 
It's  a  whole  lot  deeper  than  petty  theft, 
ticket-scalping  and  playing  spotter  to  a 
gang  of  train  hands.  It's  completely  out 
of  Bob  Cranston's  class  and  he's  a  pretty 
good  man. 

"You're  to  go  straight  to  the  Crown  Life 
building  down  town,  and  on  the  fourth 
floor  you'll  find  an  office  door  lettered — 
write  it  down  carefully,  now — 'John  O. 
Fuller,  real  estate,  loans  and  investments.' 
Got  it?  The  number  on  the  door  is  417. 
Don't  open  this  door  but  follow  the  cor- 
ridor around  the  corner  till  you  come  to 
the  first  door  on  the  left,  labeled  'Private.' 

"Tap  cautiously  on  this  door  four  times 
— two  quick  knocks,  then  two  more.  See 
here,  like  this.  Get  it  right,  now — two 
quick  knocks,  a  pause,  then  two  more  quick 
knocks." 


"Sure.  I  won't  forget.  Go  on!"  nod- 
ded Macklin  breathlessly. 

"The  door  will  be  opened  by  a  little  bald- 
headed  man  with  squinty  eyes  and  a 
rather  red  nose.  You'll  know  him  when 
you  see  him.  If  by  any  chance  it's  any- 
body else,  pretend  you've  got  into  the 
wrong  office  and  get  out  just  as  fast  as  you 
can.  Don't  linger  for  anj-thing,  but  beat 
it  right  out  of  the  building.  Not  much 
danger  of  Fuller  himself  not  opening  that 
particular  door,  though;  for  it's  his  pri- 
vate office  and  he's  mighty  particular 
about  intruders.  If  you  don't  happen  to 
get  an  answer  after  trying  a  couple  of 
times  you'll  know  that  Fuller's  out  and 
you'll  have  to  try  again  later  on." 

"Who's  this  man.  Fuller?" 

"He's  the  man  you've  got  to  hand  the 
packet  to — to  Fuller  and  nobody  else." 

"Yes,  I  know.     But  who  is  he?" 

"This  is  no  time  for  idle  questions,  Mr. 
Macklin,  but  a  time  for  blind  obedience!" 
reproved  the  president's  secretary  sharply. 

"I  —  I  beg  your  pardon,"  stammered 
Macklin  with  burning  ears.  "I — I  meant 
no  offence,  Mr.  Pomeroy." 

"I  know  that,  old  man.  Forgive  me.  I 
— I'm  over-anxious  just  now  and  you'll 
have  to  make  allowances.  This  busted 
wing  of  mine — my  nerves .  You'll  un- 
derstand that  in  an  organization  as  in- 
tricate as  that  of  a  railroad  there  are 
wheels  within  wheels.  Fuller's  part  of 
Continued  on  page  9i. 


The  Advance  of 
Canadian  Stars 

How  They  Are  Getting  Ahead 
—And  Why 

By  Hugh  S.  Eayrs 

Who  wrote  "The  Last  Ally,"  "Our  Latest  Industry,"  etc. 


THIS  is  to  be  a  chronicle  of  achieve- 
ments; and  the  resource,  the  dar- 
ing, the  courage  behind  each. 
It  takes  courage  to  throw  up,  even 
temporarily,  a  real  success  on  the  chance 
of  greater  achievements  later.  Christie 
MacDonald — most  diminutive,  dainty  and 
dimpled  of  comic  opera  stars — was  .««or- 
ing  a  success  that  was  very  real.  In  "The 
Spring  Maid"  and  "Sweethearts"  she  had 
captured  the  fickle  affections  of  a  theatre- 
going  continent.  Any  light  opera  with  this 
winsome  little  Nova  Scotian  in  the  lead- 
ing role  was  sure  to  draw  long  lines  to  the 
box  offices.  But  two  years  ago  Miss  Mac- 
Donald  gave  it  all  up  and  went  over  to 
Europe  for  an  extended  period  of  vocal 
training.  She  wanted  to  sing  better 
things  than  such  airy  trifles  as  "Day 
Dreams."  For  two  years  now  she  has 
striven  and  worked  and  is  at  last  ready 
to  come  back  to  astonish  musical  America. 
Fritz  Kreisler,  the  violinist,  has  writ- 
ten an  opera  for  her  which  may  be  pro- 
duced later  in  the  pre.sent  season  and  in 
which  she  will  be  able  to  show  the  results 
of  her  two  year's  earnest  work. 

Christie  MacDonald  is  a  Canadian,  one 


To  Maud  Al- 
lan belongs 
the  credit  for 
the  ntarting  of 
a  remarkable 
school  of  danc- 
ing.  Below 
she  is  seen 
in  her  latest 
dance,  "Nair 
the  Slave." 


of    a    large    and    brilliant 
coterie  of  stage  stars  who 
claim     the     Dominion     as 
home;  and  it  is  significant 
that    the    same    dauntless 
determination  to  get  right 
to  the  top  that  has  caused 
her  to  relinquish  two  years 
in  the  middle  of  her  career 
to  study,  is  also  found  in 
every  one  of  thesie  Cana- 
dian notabilities.  Thev  are 
all    singing,    acting,   danc- 
ing their  way  to  the  front 
with    a    resourcefulness 
that  must  awaken  pride  in 
the  people  of  Canada :  for, 
the  presence  of  this  quality  in   all   the 
Canucks  of  Stagedom  would  almost  seem 
to  indicate  that  it  is  a  national  trait.    And 
it  is  further  to  be  noted  that  the  past  year 
has  seen  the  most  remarkable  advance  in 
the   case   of   practicaly   every   Canadian 
mimic  leader.     It  is  the  object  of  this 
article  to  chronicle  the  achievements  of 
this   fruitful   year. 

It   is,    for    instance,    within    the    past 
twelve  months  that  Mary  Pickford,  called 

by    some    "the 

11  most  famous 
—  woman  in  the 
world,"  has 
formed  her 
own  company, 
first  known  as 
"Famous  Play- 
ers —  Mary 
Pickford, 


Mary  Pickford,  wlio  ivas  born  a  few  doors 
from  the  home  of  MacLean's  Magazine, 
as  she  appears  in  "Less  Than  the  Dust." 

Inc.,"  and  now  "The  Artcraft  Pictures 
Corporation."  She  is  guaranteed  a  sal- 
ary, or  earnings,  of  $600,000  a  year.  This 
dazzling  figure  has  been  rolled  so  often  on 
the  tongues  of  movie  "fans"  that  it  has 
lost  its  significance.  But  back  of  the 
accepted  fact  lies  something  that  the 
public  has  never  paused  to  consider.  How 
is  it  that  any  girl,  be  she  ever  so  beautiful 
and  clever,  can  earn  the  stupendous  salary 
now  paid  to  this  rollicking  bit  of  human- 
ity who  but  a  few  years  ago  ran  bare- 
foot down  the  very  avenue  where  Mac- 
Lean's  Magazine  is  published?  She  has 
a  pair  of  eloquent  eyes  and  a  head  of  hair 
that  "films"  like  spun  gold;  but  other 
actresses  have  quite  as  much  physical 
charm.  Her  powers  of  facial  expression 
are  eoualled  by  many  a  screen  rival. 
Why,  then,  is  she  paid  a  salary  that  would 
ransom  all  the  kings  of  the  Balkans? 

Perhaps  the  reason  can  be  found  in  a 
recent  story  that  is  told  of  this  famous 
little  lady.  One  day  a  member  of  her 
company  happened  to  walk  through  a  sec- 
tion of  the  East  side  of  New  York,  which 
is  safest  when  traversed  in  a  sight-seeing 
bus.  And  there,  rather  shabbily  attired 
and  muffled  up  some  to  escape  notice,  who 
should  he  see  but  Mary  Pickford.  She 
was  strolling  coolly  along  among  the  Red 
Idas  and  the  Shang  Ganleys  and  taking  in 
everything.  • 

"See  here,"  said  the  actor,  edging  up 
alongside  of  her  and  speaking  in  an 
agitated  undertone,  "this  is  no  place  for 
you." 

"It's  exactly  the  place,"  was  her  cool 
response.  "I've  found  out  a  lot  of  things. 
We've  not  been  putting  on  these  east- 
siders  right  at  all.    I'm  going  to  see  that 


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39 


a  few  points  about  cos- 
tumes are  corrected  after 
this,  and  I've  discovered 
how  the  East  side  girl 
really  walks  and  carries 
herself.  She  has  a  way  all 
her  own  —  something  like 
this." 

"If  they  got  on  to  who 
you  are,"  said  the  actor, 
nervously,  "you'd  be  kid- 
napped sure.  I'm  going  to 
get  you  out  of  here  right 
away."  And  he  did.  But 
the  object  of  her  visit  had 
been    accomplished. 

That  is  one  reason  why 
Mary  Pickford's  work  is  so 
popular  with  the  public 
that  she  is  worth  $000,000 
a  year.  There  may  be 
other  reasons.  But  it  is 
her  determination  to  study 
every  detail  of  costume 
and  carriage,  to  hunt  up 
historical  points,  to  read, 
observe  and  analyze  con- 
tinuously, that  enables  her 
to  exploit  her  screen  per- 
sonality with  such  success. 

Mary  Pickford's  own 
company  is  just  nicely 
started  and  her  first  play, 
shortly  to  be  released,  is 
"Less  Than  the  Dust,"  a 
rather  remarkable  drama- 
tization of  Amy  Wood- 
forde-Finden's    love    lyric 

^M-  ■■ 


Donald  Brian's  tuccess  in 
not  entirely  due  to  the 
possesston  of  a  hatidsome 
face  and  a  pair  of  dancing 
lega.  He  has  worked  hard. 


of  that  name.  It  will  be 
awaited  b  y  Canadians 
with  redoubled  interest. 

THERE  are  three  stages 
in  a  successful  thea- 
trical career  —  first  actor, 
then  star,  finally  actOr- 
nianager.  Attaining  to 
the  last  stage  is  proof  pos- 
itive of  the  possession  not 
only  of  histrionic  gifts  of 
the  rarest  sort,  but  al.so  of 
business  ability.  Some  of 
the  most  brilliant  actors 
are  quite  incapable  of 
managing  a  company  or, 
for  that  matter,  of  acquir- 
ing sufficient  money  to 
launch  so  ambitious  an  en- 
terprise. The  very  best 
actors  of  modern  times — 
Irving,  Tree,  Mansfield, 
Forbes-Robertson  and 
others  —  have,  however, 
combined  with  their  strong 
imaginative  and  creative 
powers  a  solid  business 
sense  that  not  only  made 
better  actors  of  them,  but 
helped  them  to  achieve  the 
most  complete  success. 
They  became  actor-mana- 
gers and  were  successful 
in  a  more  or  less  degree  in 
this  dual  role.  It  follows 
that  the  man  or  wo- 
man who  finances 
and  manages  his  or 
her  own  company  is 
superior  in  many  re- 
spects to  those  who 
limit    themselves    to 


their  work  on  the  boards;  and  it  is  highly 
gratifying  to  note  that  no  less  than  three 
of  the  leaders  of  the  mimic  world  who 
hail  from  Canada  have  recently  under- 
taken to  produce  plays  under  their  own 
management. 

First  and  foremost  is  Margaret  Anglin. 
This  member  of  a  distinguished  Canadian 
family,  who,  by  the  way,  first  saw  the 
light  of  day  in  the  Speaker.^'  Chambers  at 
Ottawa,  undertook  some  two  years  ago 
to  produce  a  series  of  plays  from  the 
Greek  classics.  It  was  a  courageous  step. 
Imagine  playing  Grecian  tragedy  in  the 
land  which  invented  the  musical  revue, 
and  made  ragtime  a  national  obsession! 
But  it  proved  successful;  and  when  later 
Margaret  Anglin  followed  it  up  by  pro- 
ducing on  a  most  splendid  scale  a  series 
of  Shakespearean  comedies,  she  effectu- 
ally established  herself  as  the  leading 
female  exponent  of  the  classic  drama  in 
America.  This  sea.son  she  is  playing  in 
"Caroline,"  by  Somerset  Maugham. 

Miss  Anglin's  position  among  the  great- 
est actresses  of  the  day  is  too  firmly  estab- 
lished to  require  mention.  It  has  been 
interesting,  however,  to  note  the  success 
which  has  attended  her  first  efforts  as  a 
producer. 

■^  EXT  comes  James  K.  Hackett,  thfe 
■*■  big,  upstanding,  square-iawed  hero 
of  romantic  plays,  who  was  born  in  St. 
John,  N.B.,  and  who  established  himself 


Margaret 
Anqlin  is  now 
acting  under 
her  own  man- 
agement. This 
season  she  is 
producing 
"Caroline,"  a 
scene  from 
which  is  shown 
herewith. 


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Julia  Arthur,  who  is  now  appearing  under  her 
own  management  in  a  neu'  play,  "Seremonda." 


as  the  greatest  of  matinee  idols  by  his 
"Rudolph  Rossendyl."  Hackett  is  his 
own  manager  now.  Last  season  he  pro- 
duced "Merry  Wives  of  Windsor"  with 
Viola  Allen,  another  of  our  all-Canadian 
list,  as  leading  lady.  He  has  not  as  yet 
selected  a  vehicle  for  this  season  and 
may  be  seen  again  in  Shakesperean  roles. 
It  is  worth  noting  that  Hackett  is  one 
of  the  wealthiest  of  living  actors,  though 
a  big  share  of  his  fortune  came  to  him 
as  an  inheritance.  He  is  handling  his 
wealth  skilfully  and  will  probably  become 
a  financial  force  in  the  theatrical  field. 

'T'HE  third  is  Julia  Arthur.  It  was  a 
■*•  severe  loss  when,  some  years  ago,  Miss 
Arthur  retired  from  the  .stage,  and  her 
return  last  season  was  heralded  from  one 
end  of  the  continent  to  the  other.  It  is 
worth  noting  here,  as  evidence  of  the 
high  purpose  of  Miss  Arthur  that  she 
considered  coming  back  to  the  footlights 
for  some  years  before  finally  doing  so, 
but  purposely  delayed  her  return  until  a 
play  could  be  found  which  would  war- 
rant her  leaving  private  life  again.  Her 
final  choice,  "The  Eternal  Magdalene," 
was  a  play  of  lofty  intent  in  which  she 
played  with  even  more  finish  and  emo- 
tional force  than  ever  before.  The  play 
unfortunately  did  not  prove  as  successful 
as  had  been  hoped.  This  season  she  is 
producing  under  her  own  management  a 


lomantic  drama  of  old  France  of  the 
twelfth  century,  "Seremonda."  While 
Miss  Arthur's  plans  for  the  immediate 
future  are  not  absolutely  definite  she  has 
in  mind  the  revival  of  one  of  her  previous 
successeB  and  the  pre.sentation  of  a  mod- 
ern play.  But  these  are  held  in  abey- 
ance until  "Seremonda"  is  successfully 
launched. 

OEFORE  leaving  the  subject  of  the 
*-^  business  ability  of  stage  stars,  men- 
tion should  be  made  of  a  successful  ven- 
ture of  May  Irwin's  in  the  shape  of  a 
summer  hotel  in  the  Thousand  Islands 
which  she  owns  and  operates.  May  Iiwin 
was  born  in  Whitby,  Ontario,  so  many 
years  ago  that  she  is  to-day  one  of  the 
veterans  of  the  American  stage.  But 
time  has  not  dulled  her  capacity  either 
for  business  ventures  or  refined  comedy. 
So  far  a.s  her  theatrical  connection  is 
concerned  she  was  last  heard  of  in 
"Friend  Wife,"  and,  it  is  believed,  is  now 
preparing  for  an  appearance  in  a  new 
vehicle. 

A  ND  now  consider  the  dancing  field. 
•^*-  That  brings  one  first  of  all  to  Maud 
Allan.  Some  years  ago  England  was  lit- 
erally swept  off  its  feet  by  the  work  of  a 
young  girl  who  came  from  Hamilton,  On- 
tario (famous  also  as  the  home  of  Julia 
Arthur),  and  who  had  found,  invented  or 


revived  a  new  kind  of  dance.  Maud  Al- 
lan's "Salome"  was  the  first  manifesta- 
tion of  the  craze  for  the  classic  dance 
which  has  since  clutched  two  continents 
and  has  helped  to  bring  grace  back  into 
the  Terpischorean  art;  so  that  to  Maud 
Allan  belongs  the  credit  for  the  starting 
of  a  rather  remarkable  school.  To-day 
dancing  classes,  barefooted  and  clad  in 
robes  of  pure  Grecian  brevity,  may  be 
seen  everywhere  at  work  on  beaches  and 
in  forest  glades,  trying  to  catch  the  spirit 
of  Hellenic  abandon. 

The  secret  of  Maud  Allan's  success  was 
originality.  Out  of  the  whirl  of  dancers 
of  all  sorts,  Spanish,  Russian,  Swedish, 
she  emerged  with  all  the  spectacular  sud- 
denness of  a  new  and  brilliant  comet 
swinging  into  our  solar  system.  After 
the  furore  created  by  her  Dance  of  the 
Seven  Veils  had  subsided,  Maud  Allan 
went  to  England  and  Australia.  But 
she  is  back  and  promising  to  become  as 
conspicuously  successful  as  before:  for 
the  same  reason.  She  has  something 
original.  She  is  doing  pantomime-opera, 
"Nair  the  Slave."  This  is  a  kind  of  en- 
tertainment entirely  new  to  the  stage, 
Miss  Allan  claims.  Arabian  in  atmos- 
phere, it  is  dramatic  and  intense.  The 
scenario  was  written  by  Pierre  Boldrini, 
a  prominent  Italian  novelist,  while  Bel- 
passi — name  to  conjure  with  in  Rome — 
wrote  the  music.  Miss  Allan  also  has 
several  new  dances,  among  them  a  cycle 
of  eight  of  Chopin's  preludes,  Men- 
delssohn's "Spring  Song,"  and  the  "Peer 
Gynt"  suite  from  Greig. 

Miss  Allan  is  under  her  own  manage- 
ment— another   evidence  of  her   success. 

A  ND  speaking  of  dancers,  recalls  the 
■^^  fact  that  a  Newfoundlander,  Donald 
Brian  to  wit,  is  one  of  three  stars  to 
score  the  longest  run  that  New  York  has 
seen  in  some  time.  "Sybil,"  with  Julia 
Sanderson  and  Joseph  Cawthorne  shar- 
ing the  limelight  with  the  lithe  anc 
handsome  Donald,  ran  all  last  season 
and  is  starting  out  again  this  fall  as 
though,  like  Tennyson'^  brook,  it  would 
go  on  forever.  It  takes  something  extra 
good  to  run  so  long  in  Gotham  and  cer- 
tainly a  large  share  of  the  credit  is  due 
to  the  work  of  this  Newfoundland  pro- 
duct. 

Donald  Brian's  success  is  not  entirely 
due  to  the  possession  of  a  handsome  face 
and  a  pair  of  dancing  legs.  His  career 
has  been  marked  by  hard  work  and  unre-' 
mitting  efforts  to  improve  himself.  He 
has  acquired  the  peculiar  combination  of 
qualifications  needed  to  make  a  comic  opera 
star  by  much  the  same  process  as  that 
by  which,  for  instance,  the  general  man- 
ager of  a  bank  attains  that  lofty  emi- 
nence; he  found  out  first  what  was  needed 
and  then  brought  himself  up  to  that 
standard. 

IVyr  ENTION  might  also  be  made  of  the 
^^^  achievements  of  many  other  Cana- 
dian star.s — Rose  Stahl  (who  hails  from 
Montreal),  George  MacFarlane  (a  Blue- 
nose),  Matheson  Lang  and  others  almo.st 
equally  illustrious.  In  every  instance 
there  could  be  adduced  the  same  lesson 
of  application,  determination  and,  great- 
est of  all,  real  business-like  qualities. 


Donald  McLauchlan 

A  Story  of  Adventure  and  Mystery  Laid  in  the  North 

By  James  Paxton  Vorhees 

Author  of  "Cayema  of  Dawn," 
Illustrated  by  J.  W.  Bcatty 


HE  and  the  Indian  sat  alone  in  the 
cabin.  Although  friendly  they  sat 
apart  as  was  their  custom.  Pipe 
in  mouth,  the  Indian  sat  silent,  immov- 
able. The  Scotchman — a  huge  dwarf — 
in  a  flow  of  sound  from  an  accordion 
in  his  big,  crooked  hands,  looked  up 
from  the  fire.  He  saw  himself  in  a 
glass  —  a  piece  of  broken  looking  glass, 
with  nails  driven  around  it  into  the 
wall,  above  the  rude  cabin  fireplace.  At 
sight  of  his  image  he  laughed  grotesquely, 
g'eefuUy.  He  was  native  to  the  vast  wil- 
derness itself.  Donald  McLauchlan  was 
a  mighty  woodsman.  Far  up  where  the 
tamarack  grows  and  the  birch  and  spruce 
put  forth  their  first  green  and  tender  signs 
of  spring,  the  misshapen  being  was  known 
for  his  wondroup  wilderness  skill.  He 
was  full  of  kindness  and  humor.  His 
large,  weather-stained  features,  stiff  bush 
of  dark,  tow-colored  hair  and  ragged 
beard,  his  great  cavern  of  a  mouth, 
crooked  limbs  and  rude  deformities 
seemed  but  to  mark  a  sense  of  humor  in 
the  dwarf's  surrender  to  the  comic 
tragedy  of  life. 

Long  ago  from  cherished  "auld"  Scot- 
land's rocky  glens  he  had  brought  to  the 
land  of  the  North — to  the  reaches  of  the 
Hudson  Bay  and  the  Peace  River — to  the 
McKenzie  River  and  to  the  south  and  west 
of  it— a  fading  though  original  memory  of 
Scotland's  crags  and  wastes,  its  rushing 
torrents,  its  brawling  streams,  its  rich 
and  treasured  heather  scents.  Its  purple 
bloom,  however,  blent  with  a  love  of 
the  great  Canadian  wilderness  which, 
for  a  joyous  and  perilous  stretch  of 
seasoning  years,  had  given  him  company 
in  its  solitude,  happiness  in  its  wild,  far- 
reaching  ways,  and — home.  And  so  he 
loved  the  great  North,  its  vast  and  enrap- 
I  turing  lakes,  rivers,  the  sun  sinking  in  the 
I  northern  electrical  air  in  blazing  gold  and 
I      red  and  purple  above  its  endless  forests. 

TF  spring  had  its  green  "shoots"  so  had 
■'■  winter  its  frosts,  and  the  dwarf  glor- 
I      ied    in    the    regions   of   sun-shot    ice   and 
j     wintry  fancy!     A  moment  since,  but  for 
'     the   Indian,   alone  he  had  been   standing 
.tside   the  cabin    in    the   wilds   and   the 
•  art   of  the   North,   the  snows   and   the 
frozen   waters.      Ever   had   been   his   un- 
canny humor,  loving  the  solitudes  of  win- 
ter— "th'  on-ding  o'  snaw  an'  th'  blast" — 
happily  to  laugh  in  his  beard,  which  shag- 
gily covered  his  rugged   features.     The 
Indian  had  stood  beside  him  clad  in  the 
coarse,   modern   dress    supplied    by    the 
Company — the  Hudson  Bay  —  that  still 
practically  controlled  the  trapping  of  the 


I 


region.  Donald  might  be  said  to  have 
been  similarly  dressed.  Coarse  mackin- 
tosh covered  the  dwarf's  sinewy  and 
twisted  form.  Great  mittens  of  deer  .skin 
were  on  his  big,  gnarled  hands.  The  win- 
ter cap  of  wolverine  fur,  with  fur-hang- 
ings about  the  ears,  protected  the  dispro- 
portioned  head.  The  mercury  stood  at 
forty  degrees  below  zero. 

"Tis  fair  cold,"  the  dwarf  had  said,  at 
the  door  of  the  cabin,  where  he  and  the 
Indian  had  halted  on  their  snowshoes  in 
the  gully-way  they  had  made  through  the 
deep  snow  from  the  door  when,  some  days 
before,  they  had  dug  out  to  the  surround- 
ing country.  "T'  snaw's  like  bittie  crys- 
tal 'een,"  in  his  Scotch  nature  an  uncon- 
scious poet,  Donald  added. 

The  Indian  stood  silent. 

"Ye  sure  ye  saw  no  more?"  Donald 
waited,  then  spoke  in  fuller  terms.  "Ye're 
sure  ye  did  not  see  t'  way  t'  moose  trailed 
off?" 

"Moose — him — shadow — moose,"  said 
the  Indian. 

Donald  grinned.  He  held  his  hand  on 
the  latch-thong  of  the  rude  cabin  door. 

"Ye  mean  a  speerit?" 

The  Indian  was  silent. 

"Ye  ken  a  speerit  when  ye  see  one?" 
asked  the  dwarf. 

Still  the  other  was  silent. 

'  I  *HE  Scotchman  was  not  sure.  There 
■*•  lurked  somewhere  in  his  old-world 
being  the  "gleam"  of  Scottish-hills  belief. 
At  last  he  had  pulled  down  on  the  thong, 
and  the  rough  door  swung  open.  The 
two  entered  the  cabin. 

"A  speerit-moose,  ye  say?"  said  the 
white  man,  who  had  employed  a  lengthy 
silence  while  together  the  two  northern- 
winter  cabin-dwellers  had  got  the  fire 
going  afresh.  "Aye,  aye,  mon,  maist  like 
— maist  like!  Dinna  ye  ken  ye're  leeing?" 
A  good  natured  twinkle  in  the  eye  of  the 
dwarf  went  with  this  direct  thrust  to  the 
aborigine's  veracity. 

If  the  Indian  understood  the  jest  he 
kept  the  stony  silence  of  his  race. 

"Can't  ye  speak?"  the  dwarf  exclaimed 
insistently. 

The  Indian  turned  slowly  and  stared  at 
him. 

"Spirit-moose,"  was  his  only  utterance. 

Donald  could  relish  a  joke,  even  if  it 
was  on  himself.     He  roared  aloud. 


'  I  *HE  Indian  had  come  to  him  in  the 

-*■    cabin   with   the   information   that  he 

had  seen  a  moose.     They  had  started  out 

to  find  it,  but  the  spoor — the  tracks — were 


nowhere  to  be  found.  The  Indian  had  said 
little  at  any  time.  He  now  said  less. 
Donald  McLauchlan  was  not  at  rest.  If 
it  were  a  spirit-moose  it  were  best  to 
know  it,  he  reasoned  in  a  simple,  childlike 
way. 

Moved  by  a  doubt  as  to  the  propriety  of 
laughter  the  dwarf  eased  his  mirth.  He 
did  not  at  once  begin  it  again,  but  sat 
hunched  up  on  the  hard-packed  earthen 
hearth  before  the  blazing  log  fire,  his  long, 
gorilla-like  arms  wrapped  about  his 
twisted  knees.  His  mind  wandered  back 
over  the  moving  years.  Picture  after 
picture!  "Auld"  Scotland's  bonnie  peaks! 
The  "byre,"  the  heather  and  the  sheep! 
The  brawling  "rin,"  the  fay  and  kelpie! 
.  .  .  Then  came  the  little  Canadian  play- 
mate of  earlier  days — a  tender  hearted 
little  girl — a  child,  himself  a  man — a  "wee 
lassie"  with  whom  he  had  "made  friends" 
among  those  who  had  mocked  at  his  de- 
formity. F'ar  back  in  the  wilderness  set- 
tlement of  Rosseau  still  lived  the  "lassie," 
now  grown  to  beautiful  young  woman- 
hood. Besides  the  Indian  here  none  other 
had  been  his  friend. 

In  all  the  years,  in  advancing  civiliza- 
tion and  settlement,  she  had  figured  as  a 
mystery  of  unknown  quantity  in  the 
dreams  of  hi?  hunchback's  mind.  Even 
had  she.  in  the  strange  intuitions  of  a 
phase  of  life's  finalities,  borne  a  vague  and 
shadowy  relation  to  a  future  speculation 
and  catastrophe,  though  always  bright- 
ened by  some  happy  inner  light  that  would 
well  up  from  his  spirit,  flooding  out  dark- 
ness and  despair.  She  was,  in  a  sense  of 
rapt  suspense,  thus  joyously  supported 
in  his  very  spirit's  core,  and  his  emotions 
swam  in  a  dream  of  ecstacy,  far  off 
sounding  a  minor  note  of  exquisite  and 
tender  pain  that  unaccountably  completed 
the  happiness  of  the  moment.  Ellen,  his 
"bonnie,  sprightly,  northern   fay!" 

'T'HE  little  animals  of  the  North,  that 
-*•  he  had  snared  on  winter's  icy  trails 
or  summer's  warm  and  mellow  one,  and 
had  brought  back  to  her — with  a  rare 
bird  or  plant — stalking  over  vast  stretch- 
es that  they  be  carried  home  alive — these 
things  gambolled,  frisked  and  sported 
with  his  imagination  surrounding  this 
perfect  object  of  his  love.  He  saw  her 
tiny  little  feet  dancing  and  flitting  past 
and  through  his  spirit,  enclosed  in  dainty, 
beaded,  many-colored  quilled  moccasins  of 
exquisitely  soft-tanned  white  deer  skin 
brought  to  her  faithful  young  girlish 
heart  from  far  distant  trader's  post.  He 
heard  her  low,  tuneful,  laughing  voice. 
The  vision  dissolved  and  vanished. 
And  then,  as  thoughts  like  birds  take 


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flight,  his  own  flew  to  the  movements  of 
that  civilization  which  was  covering  the 
earth  —  the  loyal,  loving  heart  of  the 
North — binding  it  with  unyielding  bands 
— the  rails  of  steel.  The  blazing  eye  of  a 
monster  ever  before  unknown  heralded, 
in  bellowing  snorts,  the  trumpeting  ap- 
proach of  the  devouring  leviathan. 

The  mighty  North  —  vast,  majestic  — 
eternal,  smiling!  His  sweethearts  were 
there.  The  rocks,  the  forests,  the  rapids, 
the  loved  trails.  Could  he  live  without 
them !  .  .  .  And  Ellen — the  lassie,  the 
little  girl !  How  strangely  the  thought 
wove  in  his  fancy. 

As  he  reached  up  to  the  shelf,  on  the 
cabin  wall,  on  which  rested  a  worn  old 
accordion,  his  fancy  next  caught  fire  from 
recollection  that  the  railroad,  at  Hearst, 
had  been  started  by  the  government.  Her 
sweetheart — his  little  lassie's  sweetheart 
— was  engineer  for  the  railroad. 

I_I  E  played  disconnectedly  on  the  ac- 
'■  -*■  cordion.  Soon  there  would  be  no 
moose,  no  anything  but  ".apirit-moose"'  or 
spirit  anything!  A  clamor  of  shrieking 
and  wailing  sounds  arose  in  the  tonerues 
of  the  instrument  writhing  in  his  bony 
hands. 

"Weel,  weel."  said  the  dwarf,  gazing 
into  the  fire,  "be  it  so,  be  't  so." 

The  wi'd.  tumbling  tones  of  the  ac- 
cord'on  continued. 

The  Indian  stirred  like  an  animal  work- 
ed upon  by  the  music.  In  that  far,  intense 
clinie  the  hi^h  pitched,  northern,  elec- 
trical atmosDhere  is  filled  with  visions  of 
second  s'i<rht.  The  Indian  had  seen  t>'e 
spirit  of  f^e  vanishing  moose — the  van- 
ishing wilds  —  flit  nast  him  over  the 
frojen  snows  of  the  North,  in  the  pale- 
lit,    winter-sunshine    afternoon. 

It  was  at  this  point  that  the  dwarf 
raised  his  eves  to  the  piece  of  broken  look- 
ing qrlaso  ovPT  tVip  firenlace.  He  saw  him- 
self northern-wi'd  and  blurred.  . 
He  continued  to  play.  The  howl  of 
risen  tempest  about  the  cabin  door 
was  in  harmony  with  his  weird,  un- 
canny sounds,  nor  disturbed  his  cheerful 
composure  and  submission.  Suddenly — 
strange  freak  of  an  elfin  nature  that  had 
caused  those  of  the  North  to  avoid  Don- 
ald McLanchlan ! — he  broke  into  a  strain 
of  wild  and  penetrating  music,  and  roared 
forth  in  a  voice  at  once  inspiring  and  pow- 
erful, a  wildly  rollicking  song.  It  was 
crude,  it  was  rude,  it  was  barbaric.  Al- 
most it  filled  the  little  cabin  to  bursting. 
It  rattled  the  door,  and  all  but  defied  the 
winter-wilderness  storm  without  —  not 
quite,  for  the  rapt  dwarf  was  not  a  de- 
fiant spirit,  being  like  woodsmen  are  of 
humble  nature.  In  turn,  he  filled  the  place 
with  strange,  grotesque  laughter,  all  the 
while  producing  curious  and'  startling 
twists  upon  the  accordion — quickly  draw- 
ing it  out,  smoothly  closing  it  up  once 
more.  He  would  wave  it  above  his  head, 
drive  it  forward  in  a  thrust  in  his  hands, 
cause  it  abruptly  and  swiftly  to  descend 
between  his  distorted  knees.  The  fire- 
light spun  its  own  web  of  gladness  upon 
his  wild,  wood'and  face,  filling  the  corners 
of  the  cabin  with  eerie,  dancing  shadows 
which,  as  the  firelight  fell  on  the  face  of 
the  dwarf,  paused  to  linger  'round  the 
mysterious  object  of  their  contact  and 


attention  and  maybe  to  whisper  of  a  spirit 
of  cheer  and  faith  and  acceptance  that 
dwelt  in  a  seeming  puzzle  behind  this  veil 
of  life.  And  even  as  the  mad,  wild  crea- 
ture played  and  swayed  and  sang,  and 
closed  his  eyes  and  opened  them  again, 
and  appeared  like  one  deprived  of  any 
sense  but  that  of  purest  joy,  ao""'-  and 
yet  again  would  he  lift  his  flashing  eyes 
up  to  his  image  in  the  glass,  and  laugh, 
re  oice,  sing  and  shout  the  louder.  While 
the  Indiaji  after  the  first  movement  he 
had  made,  sat,  with  motionless  look  on 
space,  seeing  in  his  racial  sight  all  things 
— silent.    ... 

"1X7" ORK  on  l^he  railroad  had  advanced 
'  '  beyond  the  "water  level" — flat  and 
rolling  country  —  and  had  entered  a 
stretch  of  territory  covering  rock  and 
ravine.  To  Hearst,  whence  the  road  had 
been  projected,  thence  to  the  north  and 
east,  in  the  days  following  the  passing  of 
winter,  came  the  dwarfed  Scotchman  and 
the  Indian,  with  their  mysterious  warning 
and  message  from  the  spirit-moose. 

The  superintendent  of  the  construction 
camp  was  talking  with  the  dwarf.  Don- 
ald's bent  and  crocked  form  stood,  in  an 
attitude  of  stooping  attention.  With 
twinkling  eyes  under  bushy  eyebrows  he 
searched  the  face  of  the  superintendent, 
mutely  speculating  upon  the  sub'ect  of 
his  beloved  wilderness  now  surely  begin- 
ning to  disappear. 

"Donald,"  the  official  of  the  road  said, 
"they  say  you're  not  with  us?" 

"Best  laflf  as  cry,"  said  the  dwarf  sim- 
ply. 

"Don't  you  see,  Donald,"  the  man  hesi- 
tated. He  did  not  wish  to  hurt  the  north- 
man's  feelings.  "Don't  you  see  these 
things — these  changes  are  for  the  best?" 

"It  is  richt,"  said  the  Scot.  Good  nature 
struggled  with  ill.  Good  triumphed.  "Th' 
wilds'll  ha' t'  go." 

"Do  you  not  know "  what  the  super- 
intendent knew  that  Donald  might  not 
know  may  not  be  told. 

A  shattering  explosion  broke  in  upon 
them.  Shouts  and  confusion  reigned.  The 
blast  intended  for  the  opening  of  a  way 
through  rock  and  defile  had  opened  one 
of  trial  for  Jasper  Boynton,  engineer  in 
charge  of  the  railroad. 

HE  was  lifted  from  the  ground  where 
a  great  piece  of  blasted  rock  had 
struck  him  down.  As  they  carried  him 
away  he  was  followed  by  the  dwarf,  who 
knew  of  the  place  the  insensible  man  held 
in  the  life  of  her  that  had  been  his  own 
cherished  love  when  as  a  little  child  she 
was  his  one  defender  among  the  inhabi- 
tants of  the  settlement.  It  would  break 
her  heart — his  "bittie  lassie,  his  bonnie 
Ellen!" 

Boynton  came  back  to  life,  but  to  strive 
for  a  hold  upon  it.  He  muttered  brokenly, 
and  a  foreign  woman — wife  of  a  navvy — 
with  woman's  instinct,  made  clear  his 
broken  words: 

"Hees  sweet-h'art — he  want  'er, — hees 
sweet-h'art!" 

They  sent  for  Ellen.  A  trained  nurse 
as  well  as  his  sweetheart,  she  answered 
the  call. 

The  dwarf  was  present  when  a  con- 
struction train  brought  Ellen  to  her  lover. 


And  so  it  was  that  later  the  good  natured, 
merry  being  found  a  peaceful  resting 
place. 

His  devotion  to  Ellen  made  the  power- 
ful and  muscular  dwarf — whose  physical 
strength  was  no  less  famous  than  was 
his  knowledge  of  the  wilderness — a  mat- 
ter of  note,  as  well  as  his  passion  one  of 
sincerity  and  intensity.  The  girl  was  the 
presiding  genius  of  the  old  Scotchman's 
life,  before  which  in  spirit  the  winter 
candle  was  lighted  and  the  summer  camp- 
fire  burned.  But  with  all  his  extrava- 
gance of  humor  and  cheerful  acceptance  of 
life,  the  man's  days  had  a  silent,  lurking 
sense  felt  by  those  witnessing  the  passing 
of  dear  and  treasured  features  of  an  old 
face,  an  old  scene,  an  olden  past.    .     .     . 

"Ai  wad  gae  th'  wa'  o'  a',  an'  wull  na 
greet  a  bittie,  bit  th'  bonnie  weelderness 
na  mair  wull  be  ma  hame!"  It  was  a  poem 
and  a  parting  of  the  last  of  the  old  guard. 

DOYNTON  mended,  and  Ellen— nurs- 
^  ing  him  —  between  times,  in  her 
walks,  was  thrown  with  Donald. 

The  wild  and  adventurous  locality,  the 
spirit  of  the  early  dweller  in  the  wilder- 
ness —  the  habitant,  pioneer  of  trading 
post  and  trail — called  to  the  girl  in  the 
wilds  of  Ontario.  Donald  knew  the  re- 
gion. Its  solitudes  and  grandeurs,  to  the 
fervent  and  devoted  Scotch-Canadian, 
were  echoes  of  his  own  heart.  But  he 
knew  the  rougher  quarters,  the  snares  of 
rocky  trail  and  rushing  rapids  and  of  nar- 
row defile.  He  urged  caution  in  the 
girl's  determination  to  explore  the 
wilderness. 

"Would  she  use  that  caution  th'  noo?" 

"Indeed,  she  would.  Donald." 

"I'll  go  meself,"  the  dwarf  suddenly 
made  exclamation,  with  a  quick  look  up 
into  her  face,  and  apparently  moved  by 
an  afterthought. 

"Why,  Donald,  the  superintendent " 

Ellen  started  to  say. 

"Hoot!"  repudiated  Donald,  and  pci- 
haps  justifiably.  "Th'  super-een-tend- 
ent  is  verra  weel,  but  no'  mony  ken 
more'n  Donald  aboot " 

"Oh,  Donald,"  objected  the  girl,  "you 
know  I  did  not  mean  that — that  you  do  not 
know  the  trails!" 

"No,  no,  lassie,  'tis  that  I  know  ye 
didna,"  the  dwarf  hastened  to  say  con- 
tritely. 

"Why,  Donald,"  Ellen  conceded  prettily, 
"if  you  want  to  make  one  of  the  party — " 

"Th'    pairty,    lass!      Aye,   but   'tis   yer 

ain  bonnie  sel',  Ellen "  and  like  a  dumb 

animal  he  gazed  up  into  her  face. 

"Weel,  weel,"  ."she  said,  unconsciously 
falling  into  his  own  way  of  speech,  while 
someone  was  approaching — "weel,  weel. 
Donald,  I  know  you  have  ray  best  inter- 
ests at  heart — I  know.  So  there!"  And 
she  impulsively  held  out  her  little  slender 
hand. 

He  took  it  in  the  wilderness  of  his  own 
great  hairy  one,  and  gently  let  it  go. 

"An'  if  'tis  th'  last  time,"  he  said,  but 
his  words  were  brightened  by  a  quick  and 
happy  smile. 

"What  do  you  mean?"  was  the  equally 
quick  reply  of  the  girl. 

"'Tis  maybe,"  said  he.    "that  I  ha'  had 

a  veesit  from  th'  speerit  world "    He 

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The  Tragedy  of  the  Quebec  Bridge  Span 44 

Twenty  Years  of  Woman  Suffrage 46 

The  Awakening  of  Argentine  and  Chile 49 

Holland,  a  Gateway  to  Germany 50 

A  Town  Shot  Dead 54 

Haig  :  The  Fighting  Presbyterian 55 


hindenburg,  germany's  hope 58 

Our  Victorian  Evolution 59 

Lord  Derby's  Call  for  a  "Central  Party" 60 

The  Channel  Tunnel  Scheme 63 

The  End  of  a  Day  at  Ypres 64 

Peace  at  Our  Price 90 


The  Tragedy  of  the  Quebec  Bridge  Span 


Evidence  of  the  Fall  From  Authori- 
tative Sources 


M4NY  opinions  have  been  expressed,  not 
a  few  theories  have  been  developed, 
and  from  observation  and  otherwise  there 
is  a  conflict  of  opinion  as  to  what  actu- 
ally happened,  to  account  for  the  centre 
spaa  of  the  new  Quebec  Bridge,  failing  to 
reack  its  intended  location,  and  finding  in- 
stead, a   lodgment   at   the   bottom   of  the    St. 


— Bernard  Partridge  in  I'linch. 
The  Doomed  Idol. 


Lawrence.  Quoting  briefly  from  the  most 
authoritative  source  we  have  the  following 
opinions  of  experts: 

In  a  graphic  description  of  the  hoisting  of 
the  span  and  its  fall,  Harry  Barker  writes  in 
Engineering  News: 

When  the  scows  drew  to  one  side,  revealing 
the  spectacle  of  the  great  640-ft.  span  hang- 
ing suspended  from  the  lifting  chains,  a 
tumultuous  chorus  of  cheers  resounded  from 
the  crowds  aboard  the  vessels  which  crowded 
the  river  downstream,  and  among  the  many 
thousands  of  spectators  on  both  banks  of  the 
river.  Everybody  believed,  of  course,  that  the 
crucial  and  difficult  stage  of  the  work  was 
past  and  the  rest  was  merely  a  routine  opera- 
tion. Four  lifts  of  2  feet  were  taken  with  the 
north  jacks  and  five  lifts  with  the  south  jacks. 
Work  was  then  suspended  for  a  short  time  to 
relieve  the  men  before  starting  on  the  long 
and  taxing  routine  of  hoisting. 

The  lunch  interval  lasted  an  hour;  then  all 
hands  went  back  to  the  bridge,  and  jacking 
was  resumed.  The  operations  worked  per- 
fectly as  before.     The  span   rose  steadily. 

At  10.4B  a.m.  one  additional  lift  had  been 
taken  at  each  cantilever  since  the  lunch  re- 
cess, making  five  lifts  at  the  noVth  end  and 
six  at  the  south.  At  this  time  on  each  side 
of  the  river  the  top  jacking  pins  were  out; 
the  bottom  jacking  pins  were  in,  and  the  top 
girder  was  descending  for  another  cycle.  The 
weight  of  the  suspended  span  was  hanging 
from  the  lower  or  fixed  jacking  girders  and 
everything  apparently  was  stable  and  secure. 

At  this  moment,  something,  somewhere, 
gave  way  on  or  about  the  suspended  span, 
far  above  the  level  of  most  of  the  observers. 


What  that  initial  failure  was,  every  engineer 
in  every  branch  of  the  profession  will  earn- 
estly desire  to  learn,  for  concededly  this 
bridge  represents  the  height  of  constructional 
effort.  It  is  possible  here  to  give  only  an  ac- 
count of  the  fall  of  the  suspended  span  as 
seen  by  the  editor  of  Engineering  News  and 
as  recounted  by  other  eye  witnesses  after- 
ward. These  descriptions  permit  an  answer 
to  the  puzzle — in  fact  several  answers,  where- 
in lies  doubt  and  confusion  for  the  present. 
Several  combinations  of  circumstances  can  be 
formulated  to  agree  more  or  less  closely  with 
all  the  evidence  at  hand. 

At  10.50  a.m.  the  attention  of  the  closest 
observers  was  attracted  by  sounds  that  seem- 
ed to  tell  of  serious  structural  failure.  To 
some  there  was  a  noise  like  the  discharge  of 
a  cannon,  almost  immediately  followed  by  the 
lighter  cracking  of  accessory  failures,  and 
then  slipping  and  roaring  noises,  as  the  span 
went  into  the  water.  It  is  hard  to  separate 
the  subjective  from  what  was  actually  ob- 
served in  the  few  seconds  while  the  amazed 
observers  watched  the  span  disappear. 

The  hanger  chains,  as  previously  stated,  are 
still  there  and  substantially  intact,  with  the 
lifting  girders  hanging  at  their  lower  end. 
fiut  they  are  not  uninjured  or  unmarked,  and 
this,  of  course,   is   significant. 

In  a  later  issue  of  Engineering  News  con- 
vincing evidence  has  been  gathered  from  the 
condition  of  these  hangers.    The  writer  says: 

Descending  the  southwest  hanger  the  most 
prominent  thing  observed  was  that,  of  the 
four  centering  plates,  the  northwest  plate 
was  in  place  but  crushed  down  vertically  with 
two  of  its  bolts  sheared  off  vertically  and  two 
intact.  Alongside  of  it  was  the  suspension 
bridle,  in  place,  also  crushed  vertically.  The 
southwest   centering   plate   was   missing,    but 


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its  bolts  had  been  sheared  off  vertically,  also 
indicatinp:  the  descent  of  some  vertical  load 
upon  it.  Probably  both  northwest  and  south- 
west plates  were  crushed  down  by  the  same 
action,  and  their  different  behavior  is  due  to 
incidental   effects. 

The  presence  and  condition  of  these  two 
centering  plates  really  is  the  key  to  the  whole 
evidence  on  this  hanger.  It  proves  that 
there  could  have  been  no  departure  from  nor- 
mal conditions  up  to  the  moment  some  ver- 
tical blow  was  delivered  to  the  west  center- 
ing plates  of  the  southwest  hanger.  These 
plates  are  the  only  points  on  any  of  the 
hangers  where  direct  vertical  action  is  indi- 
cated all  else  shows  a  combination  of  turn- 
ing, twisting  and  sliding.  The  vertical  in- 
jury to  these  two  plates  must  have  pre- 
ceded all  other  effects  noted  elsewhere. 

The  other  two  centering  plates  at  this 
hanger  showed  the  bolts  sheared  downward 
and  forward  (i.e.,  toward  the  suspended 
span)  at  45  ;  the  southeast  centering  plate 
was  free  and  the  northeast  one  was  mis.sing. 
These  conditions  indicate  backward  move- 
ment of  the  girder  occurring  on  the  east  side 
of  the  pin  simultaneously  with  the  dropping 
of  the  truss  shoe. 

The  lower  pin  was  in  place,  but  rotated 
eastward  on  top  H4  in.  and  scored  spirally, 
indicating  backward  movement  of  the  girder 
and  crosswise  movement  of  some  super-im- 
posed burden.  The  east  bridle  hitch  angles 
clo.se  by  showed  a  deep  45°  gash,  indicating 
the  same  movement  as  shown   by   the  pin. 

The  south  tie  plates  on  both  the  box  hang- 
ers were  found  bent  by  contact  against  the 
connecting  link  of  the  hanger  chain,  the 
easterly  one  being  the  more  damaged.  These 
bent  plates  indicate  positively  a  strong  rota- 
tion of  the  lifting  girder.  The  inner  (east) 
chain  .shows  a  scored  edge,  which  can  be  ex- 
plained by  the  chain's  shearing  through  the 
bottom  end  strut  between  trusses.  This  end 
strut  consisted  of  two  ribs  each  made  up  of 
a  54  X  %-in.  plate  and  two  6  x  6  x  %-in. 
angles,  and  the  inner  chain  passed  through 
between  the  two  ribs;  before  the  span  could 
separate  from  the  lifting  girder  or  hanger 
chains,  the  inner  chain  had  to  tear  its  way  out 
through  one  rib  of  the  end  strut. 

The  earlior  steos  of  the  accident  are  made 
apparent  by  the  just-described  conditions  at 
the  .southwest  hanger.  Something  must  have 
broken  in  the  northeast  quarter  of  the  shoe 
detail.  It  could  have  been  only  the  inter- 
mediate or  rocker  casting.  The  fracture  most 
probably  occurred  near  the  root  of  the  front 
lower  pin-bracket  of  this  rocker,  putting  the 
bearing  on  the  lower  pin  out  of  service;  and 
in  all  likelihood  the  fracture  entered  the  up- 
per pin  seat  and  one  of  the  upper  brackets 
al.so. 

Concentration  of  the  enormous  1,200-ton 
load  on  the  fracture  edges  must  have  caused 
crushing,  tipping  of  what  was  left  of  the 
rocker,  and  backward  movement  of  the  lower 
shoe  and  lifting  girder. 

It  was  incidental  to  this  quick-passed  stage 
of  the  catastrophe  that  the  westerly  frag- 
ment of  the  rocker  bore  down  on  the  two  west 
centering  plates,  curling  one  of  them  over 
and  forcing  the  other  off  by  downward  shear. 
In  the  same  action,  however,  the  fragments 
of  the  broken  rocker  were  ejected  from  be- 
tween its  two  pins  like  a  smooth  wet  orange- 
seed,  and,  the  impulse  kicking  back  the  en- 
tire swinging  girder,  the  corner  of  the  span 
fell  free,  only  grazing  the  pin  and  the  girder 
cover-plate  as  it  went  off. 

These  events,  written  in  the  markings  on 
the  southwest  girder,  make  all  the  other  ac- 
tions subsidiary.  And,  indeed,  the  examina- 
tion of  the  other  three  hangers  shows  the  very 
actions  there  that  must  follow  from  the  start- 
ing of  the  fall  as  just  sketched. 

Some   parts   of  the   southeast  hanger  were 


severely  punished,  while  others 
escaped  very  easily.  Some  8 
feet  above  the  girder  top  the 
inner  hanger  chain  was  badly 
bent,  forced  to  the  west,  and 
heavily  scored.  The  pressure 
accompanying  the  movement 
at  this  point  is  indicated  by 
signs  of  high  local  heating  of 
the  steel  in  the  score  marks  on 
the    inner   hanger   chain. 

The  pin  in  the  box  hanger 
was  moved  west  1  inch,  but 
showed  no  signs  of  rotation. 
The  top  inside  edge  of  the  west 
plate  box  hanger  was  crushed, 
and  the  box  rivets  were  forced 
into  the  link.  The  south  brac- 
ket at  this  box  hanger  was  un- 
touched, and  the  north  brac- 
ket had  its  east  edge  only 
slightly  bent  inward.  The  cor- 
responding detail  at  the  east 
box  hanger  is  entirely  un- 
touched. 

Looking    at    the    lower    sho» 
detail,   it  is  seen   first   that  all 
four  of  the  centering  plates  are 
in  place  and  bent  outward.    On 
both  the  east  plates  are  found 
large    splashes    of    pin    greise, 
and     the     direction     of     these 
splashes    indicates    that    some 
turning   of   the    rocker  casting 
must   have   neatly   spooned   the 
lower    pin    out    of    its    pocket. 
The  turning  of  the  casting  un- 
doubtedly bent  down  the  west- 
erly plates,  and  the  pin  forced 
over  the  easterly  pair.   Remark- 
able to  record,  the  upper  pin  lies  in  the  lower 
pin  bearing;  to  drop  into  this  position  it  must 
have  turned  90°   from   its  original   direction. 
The    crushed    and    bent-in    west    bridle    hitch 
angles  and  bridle  are  further  evidence  of  this 
action.    The  bent  and  scored  edge  of  the  gird- 
er cover  plate  nearby  marks  the  final  path  of 
the  edge  of  the  truss  end  post  as  it  left  the 
lifting  girder. 

What  happened  at  the  southeast  hanger  is 
easily  understood.  The  overturning  west 
truss,  through  the  action  of  the  portal  and 
top  laterals,  twisted  the  end  post  of  the  east 
truss  to  the  westward  and  down.  The  bot- 
tom end  strut,  already  torn  loose  from  the 
west  truss  when  that  ripped  through  the 
hanger  chain,  offered  no  resistance  to  the  tip- 
ping movement.  The  truss  was  tilting  on  its 
lower  rocker  pin  at  the  start,  and  after  reach- 
ing the  limit  of  the  rocker's  turning  freedom 
it  canted  and  slid  on  the  transverse  pin, 
forced  the  rocker  out  backward  and  east- 
ward, and  dropped  the  upper  pin,  now  ver- 
tical, into  the  lower  shoe,  where  it  dropped 
into  the  bearing.  The  end  post  now  was  on 
the  point  of  slipping  off,  having  in  the  mean- 
time banged  heavily  against  the  inside  face  of 
the  west  hanger;  it  dropped  to  the  river, 
hardly  touching  the  top  of  the  lighting  girder. 
The  blow  from  the  end  post,  possibly  supple- 
mented by  dowuward  pressure  from  the  end 
strut,  tilted  the  whole  girder  series  of  the 
hanger  about  the  longitudinal  supporting  pin 
on  top  of  the  upper  chord  of  the  cantilever 
arm.  But  there  was  no  rotation  about  an 
east-west  axis;  the  east  truss  tipped  purely 
westward,  remaining  a  span  between  its  two 
end  bearings  until  the  moment  it  slipped  off 
the  southeast  bearing. 

Almost  identical  pictures  were  presented 
by  the  northwest  and  northeast  hangers: 
Lower  pin  in  place,  apparently  not  rotated, 
its  top  half  wiped  clean  of  grease;  rear 
(north)  centering  plates  in  place  untouched; 
front  centering  plates  gone  or  at  least  torn 
loose,  and  showing  horizontal  shearing  of  the 


-Bronstrup   in   San  Francisco  Chr»nieU. 
A  Crushed  Atlas. 

bolts;  and  practically  no  other  damage  ex- 
cept to  the  respective  inner  hanger  chains, 
which  had  to  tear  out  through  the  end  strut. 
The  movement  of  the  north  end  of  the  span 
was  evidently  straight  forward,  in  the  direc- 
tion of  midspan.  As  might  be  expected,  both 
lifting  girders  tipped  forward  during  the 
fall;  the  northeast  one  shows  the  strongest 
evidence  of  tipping. 

The  north  mooring  span  was  appreciably 
warped;  the  lower  end  was  rotated  clock- 
wise, probably  from  the  sequence  in  which  the 
four  mooring  lines  parted.  This  damage  ap- 
pears to  have  no  relation  to  the  other  evi- 
dence or  to  the  cause  of  the  fall. 

At  the  northwest  hanger,  the  two  forward 
centering  plates  were  gone.  The  bridles  were 
gone;  the  east  bridle  hitch  angles  had  the 
south  end  bent  inward  slightly.  The  west 
hanger  chain  was  untouched.  At  the  east 
chain  the  connecting  link  was  slightly  bent 
to  the  west,  and  the  pin  through  the  box 
hanger  was  moved  a  bit  to  the  west.  The 
edges  of  the  bracket  plates  on  this  box  hanger 
showed  some  damage.  The  apper  edges  of  the 
rear  tie-plates  on  both  box  hangers  had  come 
into  contact  with  the  link,  showing  rotation. 
The  rocked  pin  had  longitudinal  scratches 
and  its  front  end  was  scored. 

On  the  northeast  lifting  girder  the  south- 
east centering  plate  was  gone,  and  the  south- 
west plate  oflf  but  lying  nearby.  The  cover 
plate  of  the  girder  showed  a  small  bend  at  its 
front  edge.  The  east  hanger  chain  was  un- 
damaged except  for  slight  bending  of  the 
rear  tie-plate  of  the  box  hanger,  which  had 
come  into  contact  with  the  connecting  link 
by  rotation  of  the  girder.  The  west  chain 
showed  the  same  effect  more  strongly,  the 
toe-plate  being  bent  and  torn;  here  the  outer 
rear  corners  of  the  connecting  link  were 
scored.  The  link  also  had  a  bend  to  the  west, 
and  the  pin  through  link  and  box  hanger 
was  pushed  westward  a  trifle. 

The  above  description  of  conditions  tells 
its   story    fully.      When   the   southwest   sup- 


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port  moved  away  from  under  the  span,  the 
long  and  heavy  640-ft.  span  could  not  main- 
tain its  integrity;  its  laterals,  sways  and 
portals  were  incapable  of  holding  it  together 
when  resting  on  only  three  supports.  That 
the  span  kept  up  its  integral  action  long 
enough  for  complete  failure  of  the  south  end 
to  precede  the  fall  of  the  north  end,  how- 
ever, is  excellent  testimony  to  its  good  con- 
struction. 

A  point  of  great  moment,  in  view  of  the 
failure  of  the  southwest  rocker,  is  the  clear 
evidence  that  lies  in  the  investigational  find- 
ings as  to  the  behavior  of  the  other  three 
rockers.  These  rockers  remained  intact 
throughout,  as  is  amply  proved  by  the  ab- 
sence of  severe  punishment  to  the  girder  cover 
plate,  hitch  angles  and  shoe.  They  tield  the 
truss  corner  high  above  the  lifting  girder  so 
that  it  slid  off  without  touching  the  girder, 
or  at  best  barely  grazing  it.  Yet  these  rock- 
ers were  subjected  to  a  severe  duty.  The 
southeast  rocker  had  to  carry,  in  addition  to 
its  normal  load,  an  extra  reaction  great 
enough  to  wreck  the  portal  and  lateral  sys- 
tem of  the  bridge,  and  the  unknown  impact 
produced  by  the  start  of  the  failure.  At  the 
same  time  it  was  subjected  to  extreme  cant- 
ing and  tipping  actions,  continued  to  the  point 
of  concentrating  the  whole  load  on  one  cor- 
ner and  forcing  the  rocker  out  of  its  seat. 
The  north  rockers  bore  nearly  as  severe  a 
tipping  effect,  and  they  too  held  up  intact. 

The  span  rested  on  these  same  rockers  for 
five  weeks  at  Sillery,  and  they  bore  variously 
in  that  time  about  ID'S  more  load  than  they 
ci.rried  during  the  hour  and  a  half  in  which 
the  span  was  suspended  from  the  cantilever 
arms  before  its  fall.  This  extra  load  was  due 
to  a  very  heavy  material  track  (removed  be- 
fore the  floating)  on  which  ran  a  locomotive 
crane  and  material  cars. 

The  destruction  of  the  southeast  rocker, 
therefore,  did  not  develop  from  inherent 
weakness  in  the  design,  evjen  though  the  rock- 
er may  have  been  overstressed  (on  the  com- 
monly-used assumption  of  uniform  load-dis- 
tribution along  each  pin,  the  maximum  ten- 
sion in  the  base  would  be  computed  at  about 
30,000  lb.  per  sq.  in.).  Defects  in  the  south- 
west rocker  made  it  weaker  than  its  three 
mates. 

Dealing  with  the  actual  cause  of  the  acci- 
dent, Canadian  Machinery  says: 


The  casting  which  is  stated  to  have  failed, 
formed  part  of  a  ball  and  socket  support,  one 
of  which  was  at  each  of  the  four  corners.  A 
failure  at  one  of  these  would  result  in  the 
entire  weight  being  supported  on  the  two  dia- 
gonally opposite  points,  as  the  fourth  cor- 
ner would  only  be  balancing  the  weight  of  the 
structure  now  pivoted  on  two  points.  The 
complete  reversal  of  strains  in  many  of  the 
important  members  resulting  from  this  lack 
of  support,  following  on  the  repeated  stress- 
ing due  to  rapid  elevation  may  quite  well 
have  been  the  undoing  of  the  job.  Such  an 
occurrence  may  very  naturally  have  been  left 
out  of  the  list  of  possible  contingencies  taken 
into  account  of  the  designers. 

In  the  absence  of  a  detailed  statement  of 
future  intentions  beyond  the  determination 
to  build  and  place  another  span  the  sugges- 
tion is  advanced  that  with  proper  safeguards 
in  lifting,  along  with  increased  stiffening,  the 
job  will  be  completed  safely.  Safeguards  in- 
clude methods  as  well  as  appliances,  and  the 
advantages  of  using  three  points  of  support 
at  each  merit  consideration.     Should  the  sup- 


port at  one  corner  fail,  the  area  still  support-, 
ed   would   be   more   than    half,   and    if   emer- 
gency stiffening  were  in  place  the  evil  effects 
of  the  overhung  portion  could  be  safely  neu- 
tralized until  corrected. 

The  statement  attributed  to  officials  that 
the  span  had  been  resting  on  the  ball  and 
socket  supports  for  si.x  weeks  previous  to 
erection  is  doubtless  perfectly  true,  but  in 
view  of  the  difference  between  conditions  dur- 
ing that  time  and  those  under  which  the  span 
was  being  elevated,  it  is  not  possible  to  ac- 
cept this  as  a  fair  test  of  the  ability  of  the 
suports  to  stand  up  at  the  crucial  moment. 
It  would  appear  that  the  rigid  slinging  ag- 
gravated the  stresses  in  a  green  girder  which 
had  not  been  allowed  sufficient  time  to  settle 
and  adjust  itself  to  a  severe  change  in  its 
method  of  support.  Such  adjustment  un- 
doubtedly reacted  on  the  supports  so  that  they 
were  stressed  in  a  totally  unexpected  man- 
ner. That  such  stresses  were  intensified  by 
the  rate  of  elevation  seems  more  than  likely, 
and  in  a  case  of  this  kind  there  is  truth  in 
the  adage,  "the  more  haste  the  less  speed." 


Twenty  Years  Of  Woman  Suffrage 


What  the  System  in  Actual  Practice 
Ilitu  Proved  in  Idaho 


— Stingon  in  Dayton  News. 
Climbing. 


TWENTY  years  of  "votes  for  women" 
should  be  able  to  give  a  satisfactory 
answer  to  the  question  of  its  advisability. 
The  State  of  Idaho,  is  rounding  out  this  ex- 
perience, and  a  careful  survey  of  the  status 
of  its  civic  affairs  and  the  effects  of  its  equal 
suffrage,  as  described  in  the  Outlook  contains 
information  of  special  interest  to  Canadians 
just  now.  The  writer.  Pearl  Tyer,  President 
Boise  National  Council  of  Women  Voters, 
says: 

Its  effect  can  best  be  discerned  in  the  trend 
of  the  civic  development  of  the  State  itself,  for 
Idaho  was  not  established  with  set  institutions 
nor  convictions  before  suffrage  was  a  factor. 
Admission  as  a  State  was  granted  in  1890, 
and  six  years  later,  in  November,  1896,  the 
suffrage  amendment  was  passed  at  the  general 
election  and  the  ballot  became  a  reserve  power 
back  of  the  influence  of  women.  In  the  early 
years  of  Statehood  Idaho  was  a  rough-and- 
ready  land  with  sparse  settlements  and  few 
railways.  The  first  settlers  were  gold-seekers, 
prospecting  a  bit  on  their  way  to  California; 
then,  following,  came  a  hardy  few  who  sought 
new  homes  because  the  fire  of  adventure  was 
in  them.  The  destruction  of  the  Civil  War 
drove  others  to  this  almost  unknown  land. 
Although  the  early  stories  of  Idaho  do  not 
partake  of  the  reckless  disregard  of  human  life 
incident  to  some  pioneer  communities,  it  was 
not  until  the  general  exodus  to  the  Far  West 
brought  hundreds  of  citizens,  ambitious  and 
abounding  in  energy,  that  it  began  its  great 
change   in   civic   ideals. 

Woman  suffrage  cannot  claim  the  entire 
credit  for  this  change  from  the  free  and  open 
days  of  the  saloon  and  gambling  tables,  but 
woman  suffrage  became  alive  at  the  time 
the  change  began  and  was  one  of  the  factors. 
Two  years  after  Idaho  became  a  State,  at 
the  Republican  State  Convention,  several  of 
the  prominent  office-holders  were  intoxicated 
in  public.  This  was  a  period  in  the  history 
of  prohibition  when  the  Republican  party  in 
some  of  the  older  States  was  passing  prohi- 
bition enactments.  The  spectacle  of  drunken- 
ness  was   so   disgusting   to   one   of   the   dele- 


gates, now  a  distinguished  citizen,  that  lie 
determined  upon  a  woman  suffrage  policy  as 
the  surest  remedy.  Two  years  later  he  was 
one  of  the  most  arduous  workers  in  the  cam- 
paign for  suffrage,  which  was  indorsed  at 
the  conventions  of  all  three  parties.  This 
citizen  claims  that  this  was  the  turning-point 
for  State-wide  prohibition,  which  reached  its 
goal  last  January,  when  every  saloon  was 
closed  by  statutory  enactment. 

The  influence  of  woman  suffrage  was 
noticeable  immediately  upon  the  passage  of 
the  amendment.  H.  E.  McElroy,  a  promi- 
nent attorney  and  candidate  for  Governor  on 
the  Progressive  ticket  in  1914,  wrote  at  the 
time  the  women  cast  their  first  ballot:  "It 
v/as  tacitly  understood  among  politicians  that 
the  standard  must  be  raised  in  order  to 
avoid  scratching  by  the  new  voters.  In  fact, 
the  expectation  is  universal,  for  some  cause 
or  other,  that  women  will  make  independent 
voters,  and  party  names  will  not  save  unde- 
serving   candidates." 

James  H.  Hawley,  afterward  Governor  of 
Idaho,  said  of  the  first  election  in  which 
women  participated:  "The  ladies  turned  oui 
very  generally  on  the  day  of  election,  and  were 
everywhere  treated  with  the  greatest  respect, 
and  never  in  my  experience  have  I  seen  a 
more  orderly  election.  The  very  presence  of 
the  ladies  at  the  polls  seemed  to  entirely 
eliminate  many  of  the  objectionable  features 
of  former  elections." 

Naturalness  is  an  expressive  word  for  the 
manner  in  which  women  exercise  their  citizen- 
ship in  a  State  which  has  developed  under 
the  suffrage  regime.  Men  and  women  are 
comrades  in  civic  endeavor.  The  condition 
of  sex  organization  based  upon  sex,  and  not 
upon  the  general  obligation  of  citizenship 
borne  by  all,  to  which  Charles  E.  Hughes  has 
recently  called  attention,  will  be  found  to  bo 
a  condition  preceding  woman  suffrage  and 
not  accompanying  it.  The  privilege  of  the 
ballot  of  twenty  years  in  Idaho  has  broad- 
ened woman's  outlook,  and  pride  in  sex  accom- 
l)lishment  has  correspondingly  lessoned.  To 
designate  an  institution  or  legal  enactment  as 
men's  or  women's  is  as  difficult  as  to  dissoci- 
ate the  father's  and  mother's  influence  in  a 
harmonious  household.  Some  measures  are 
mothered  especially  by  a  woman's  organiza- 
tion, but  all  such  have  their  champions  among 
the  men,  and  men  and  women  work  together 
for  their  adoption.     The  term,  women's  moa- 


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sures,  is  an  anomaly  both  as  to  purpose  and 
history. 

The  catalogue  of  measures  which  have  been 
presented  to  the  Legislature  under  the  tute- 
lage of  women,  either  individually  or  repre- 
senting women's  clubs,  and  which  were  per- 
sistently cared  for  until  finally  signed  by  the 
Governor  as  a  statute,  includes  a  public  library 
commission  and  library  control  (there  were 
previously  no  library  provisions),  child  labor 
prohibition  and  juvenile  court  creation, 
humane  society,  equal  property  rights  for  men 
and  women,  equal  custody  of  children,  right 
of  women  to  make  their  own  wills,  the  Iowa 
infringement  and  Abatement  Law,  making 
wife  desertion  an  extraditable  misdemeanor, 
pensions  for  mothers,  nine-hour  law  for 
women.  State  Industrial  School,  Institution 
for  Feeble-Minded,  separate  dormitory  for 
women  at  State  University,  placing  domestic 
science  in  the  University,  and  appropriation 
for  Children's*  Home-Finding  Society.  The 
only  legislative  measure  which  women  have 
worked  for  at  more  than  one  Legislature  and 
lost  is  the  Civil  Service  Bill.  Yet  this  phenom- 
enal legislative  record  has  been  accomplished 
in  the  Legislatures  of  twenty  years,  in  which 
but  three  women  were  seated.  This  illustrates 
the  co-operation  of  the  men  and  women.  In 
every  "women's  measure"  the  genius  of  men 
and  women  has  united. 

Although  to  a  large  extent  intuitively  and 
unconsciously,  in  their  legislative  methods 
women  have  been  fulfilling  the  essential  re- 
quisites of  lawmaking  in  a  democracy.  It 
is  fundamentally  true  under  a  representative 
form  of  government  that  the  power  is  with 
the  people  and  not  the  legislators.  The  con- 
ception of  legislation  in  a  republic  is  that  the 
demand  should  be  with  the  consent  of  the 
governed  and  should  come  from  the  people 
up  to  the  lawmaking  body,  and  not  be  in- 
duced from  the  lawmaking  body  down  to  the 
people. 

Women's  part  in  lawmaking  has  included 
the  education  of  public  sentiment  to  seek  the 
desired  measure.  By  educating  themselves 
through  the  women's  organizations,  which 
are  largely  the  instruments  through  which 
such  public  opinion  takes  form,  and  by  agi- 
tating the  proposition  and  keeping  it  as  a 
reminder  in  the  press,  the  desired  reforms 
have  come  in  naturally  and  quietly.  The 
statutes  providing  for  a  commission  form  of 
government  for  cities,  a  direct  primary  law, 
the  discretionary  power  of  judges,  and  the 
labor  of  convicts  on  State  improvements  out- 
side the  penitentiary  walls  are  examples  of 
measures  which  were  thoroughly  discussed  in 
women's  meetings  and  reported  in  the  press, 
but  which  were  not  introduced  by  them  in  the 
Legislature.  The  anti-gambling  law  was 
passed  shortly  after  the  ballot  was  granted  to 
women  and  before  the  State  Federation  of 
Clubs  was  organized.  William  Balderston, 
editor  of  the  Idaho  Daily  Statesman,  at  that 
time  wrote: 

"The  influence  of  this  new  voting  element 
was  felt  in  the  Legislature  in  the  passage  of 
the  law  prohibiting  gambling.  It  is  uni- 
versally conceded  that  such  an  Act  could  not 
have  been  passed  had  it  not  been  for  the 
fact  that  the  members  felt  they  would  be  held 
to  account  by  that  portion  of  the  population 
which  is  unalterably  opposed  to  the  vice  that 
ruins  such  large  numbers  of  men.  It  is  a 
significant  fact  that  the  law  was  passed  with- 
out any  organized  movement  on  the  part  of 
the  women.  It  was  the  silent  influence  of 
woman  as  a  voter  that  carried  it  through." 

The  State  Federation  of  Women's  Clubs, 
which  is  the  most  prominent  women's  organi- 
zation legislatively,  does  not  seek  the  enact- 
ment of  a  measure  which  has  not  had  at  least 
a  year  of  State-wide  discussion  and  propa- 
ganda. The  Woman's  Christian  Temperance 
Union    also    has    always    depended    upon    the 


education   of   the   massed   rather   than    upon 
"lobbying"  its  bills  through. 

Idaho  women  with  meager  exceptions,  are 
not  politicians.  They  are  not  to  be  found 
where  political  trickery  and  trading  are  in 
practice.  They  work  by  fostering  certain 
measures  and  by  doing  their  part  in  the  elec- 
tion of  officials  who  will  uphold  these  mea- 
sures. Sometimes  a  mass-meeting  is  called  at 
the  instigation  of  the  women,  and  candidates 
for  office  are  called  upon  before  election  to 
state  their  attitude  on  certain  points.  The 
Boi.se  Council  of  Women  Voters,  in  union 
with  the  (iood  Citizenship  Club,  which  had 
experienced  difficulty  in  securing  certain  park 
actions  in  Boise,  before  the  next  city  election 
invited  the  nominees  for  mayor  and  commis- 
sioners to  appear  before  them  and  express 
their  views  on  parks  and  playgrounds.  Not 
one  of  the  candidates  apparently  considered 
the  meeting  unimportant.  Ten  were  present, 
and  the  remaining  two,  who  were  unable  to 
be  present,  sent  written  statements.  The 
sentiments  of  the  candidates  were  given  to 
the  public  through  the  press.  The  Legisla- 
tive Committee  of  the  State  Federation  of 
Women's   Clubs   secures   the   attitude   of   all 


candidates  for  the  Legrislature  before  the  elec- 
tion upon  the  measures  which  they  propose 
to  present  at  that  session.  When  the  legis- 
lator comes  to  the  capital,  he  is  sometimes 
confronted  by  his  own  written  statement  of 
his  pre-election  views. 

Should  an  ofiicial  fail  to  keep  his  promise 
to  a  woman's  organization,  he  is  advertised 
throughout  his  territory  and  told  that  he  will 
not  be  further  .supported.  These  "clearings 
up"  have  been  without  demonstrations  of 
malice  and  universally  accomplished  with  dig- 
nity. The  most  notable  example  of  the  poli- 
tician disappointing  women  and  then  reform- 
ing is  Herman  H.  Taylor,  Lieutenant-Gover- 
nor. He  came  to  the  Legislature  in  1912  as 
President  of  the  Senate  with  a  plurality  of 
6,403  votes.  During  this  session  he  used  his 
influence  against  the  measures  offered  by  the 
women,  to  which  he  had  been  thought  favor- 
able. In  the  election  of  1914  his  plurality  was 
reduced  to  464.  At  the  Susan  B.  Anthony 
banquet  that  year  he  acknowledged  publicly 
that  the  women  had  almost  defeated  him; 
during  that  Legislature  he  supported  the 
measures  which  had  been  defeated  largely 
through  him  the  previous  session.     Washing- 


The  Raven 

"Kaven,"  cried  he.  "thing  of  evil. 
Be  ye  bird  or  feathered  devil, 

Tell  me  truly,  I  command  you. 

In   the  8:]ired   name  of  Gore! 
Tell  me,  carrion  bird  of  omen. 
You  who  feast  upon  and  know  men. 
Shall   I  yet  with  future  foemen 

Wipe  the  kultured  German  floor? 
Be  ye  bird,  or  be  ye  rtevll, 
Xell  me  strictly  <m  tlie  level. 

Shall  I  prosper  In  the  War?" 

Quoth  the  Raven — "Nevermore.'' 

"Kaven."  cried  he,  "ghoul  of  slaughter, 
Shall  the  bloo3  of  wife  and  daughter, 
"Ittlc  boy  and   mother's  suckling 
Splash  my  heroes  .ts  of  yore? 
Shall  tliey  scourge  :inew  the  nations 
With  their  frightful  devastations, 
Till  I  offer  loud  oblntlons 
To  my  German  Gott  of  Gore? 
Shall   my   sailors  'neatb   the  water. 
Pirates  brave  who  give  no  quarter, 
AH  come  safely  back  to  shore?" 

Qnotb   the  Raven — "Nevermore." 


— Low  in  Sydney  Bulletin. 
Nevermore. 


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MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


ton  County  is  a  strong  woman's  club  centre; 
in  1912  it  sent  a  Representative  to  the  Leg- 
islature pledged  to  support  the  Iowa  Injunc- 
tion and  Abatement  Law  for  the  closing  of 
houses  of  bad  repute;  he  became  its  oppon- 
ent and  was  chairman  of  the  committee  in 
which  it  died.  He  was  defeated  for  re-elec- 
tidn  to  the  next  session,  at  which  the  bill  was 
almost   unanimously   passed. 

The  women  themselves  are  not  largely 
ofBce-seekers.  On  the  ballot  the  only  offices 
commonly  containing  their  names  are  those 
o.""  State  Superintendent  of  Public  Instruction 
and  Treasurer,  and  county  superintendents, 
treasurers,  and  members  of  the  Legislature. 
The  office  of  State  Superintendent  has  been 
occupied  by  women  for  the  past  sixteen  years, 
and  that  of  State  Librarian  since  its  creation. 
Three-fourths  of  the  county  superintendents 
are  women,  and  one-third  of  the  treasurers. 
The  clerkships  and  second  deputyships  held 
by  women  in  State  offices  and  the  number  of 
women  employed  in  State  institutions  bring 
more  than  half  of  the  State  pay-roll  to  women. 

The  presence  of  women  in  caucuses  and 
political  gatherings  is  kindly  met  by  the  men. 
This  condition  is  also  true  in  the  neighboring 
State  of  Utah,  as  is  illustrated  by  the  follow- 
ing incident:  A  prominent  Utah  woman  was 
being  told  the  story  of  an  Idaho  woman's  at- 
tendance as  a  delegate  at  the  Republican  State 
Convention,  and  was  told  that  when  the  Idaho 
woman  had  mentioned  this  fact  to  a  Far  East- 
ern woman  the  Eastern  woman  had  exclaimed, 
enthusiastically,  "Oh,  and  did  the  women  send 
you?"  The  Utah  resident  interrupted  the 
story  at  this  point.  "No,  the  men  sent  her," 
she  said.  A  man  had  placed  the  Idaho  woman's 
name  in  nomination  and  another  had  resigned 
his  place  in  her  favor. 

Party  lines  are  not  held  as  closely  by  the 
women  as  by  the  men,  which  may  account  for 
the  adoption  of  a  State  primary  law,  and  the 
commission  form  of  government  in  Boise,  both 
of  which  eliminate  the  old-time  party  conven- 
tions with  their  trading  and  machine  rule. 
The  women  compose  part  of  the  membership 
of  the  Hughes-Fairbanks  Clubs  now  under 
State  organization,  and  two  years  ago  there 
was  a  woman's  Democratic  Club:  but  the 
organizations  where  the  women  work  shoulder 
to  shoulder  for  civic  reforms,  as  the  Good 
Citizen  Club,  the  Council  of  Women  Voters, 
and  civic  departments  of  liter.-.ry  clubs,  are 
invariably  non-partisan.  The  measures  thus 
launched  are  generally  indorsed  by  all  political 
parties  or  their  candidates.  The  recent  pro- 
hibition law,  springing  from  the  Women's 
Chrisitian  Temperance  Union  and  the  Anti- 
Saloon  League,  was  placed  in  the  platform 
of  both  political  parties  and  passed  the  Legis- 
lature with  but  one  dissenting  vote.  The 
policy  of  making  a  measure  an  issue  in  one 
party  and  asking  the  women  to  vote  outside 
their  party  to  support  it  has  never  been 
followed. 

Non-partisanship  in  lawmaking  by  both 
men  and  women  is  shown  in  the  activity  of 
the  Legislative  League,  which  was  in  session 
during  the  last  session  of  the  Legislature. 
This  was  organized  by  men  engaged  in  vari- 
ous branches  of  business,  and  included  in 
its  membership  by  their  invitation  business 
women  and  representatives  of  every  woman's 
civic  club.  The  purpose  was  to  study  mea- 
sures under  debate  in  the  Legislature  with  the 
aim  of  encouraging  good  and  hindering  im- 
mature and  hasty  enactment;  insurance  men. 
commission  merchants,  attorneys.  Mothers' 
Congress  delegates,  and  Federation  Club 
workers  co-operated  with  the  Legislature  and 
gave  them  the  advantage  of  the  more  ex- 
tensive view-point. 

Although  the  Western-trained  woman  takes 
her    balloting    naturally,    the    race    training 


which  for  generations  has  endowed  men  with 
this  responsibility  is  noticeable  in  the  greater 
familiarity  of  the  men  with  statutory  techni- 
calities. As  yet  the  conversation  and  com- 
panionships of  the  average  girl  do  not  give  her 
as  accurate  a  civic  training  as  her  brother's, 
although  she  is  intelligently  informed.  Mrs. 
Cynthia  Mann,  a  teacher  at  the  time  of  the 
adoption  of  suffrage,  and  later  donor  of  the 
Idaho  State  Children's  Home  site,  said  in  a 
memorandum  the  year  following  suffrage: 

"Another  effect  that  is  worthy  of  notice  is 
the  great  interest  among  the  pupils  of  our 
public  schools  in  the  study  of  political  econ- 
omy. The  girls  often  felt  less  interest  in  this 
science  because  they  would  have  no  voice  in 
political  affairs,  while  most  boys  said  that  they 
could  vote  without  studying  this  science.  Now 
the  girls,  like  their  mothers,  look  upon  this 
new  responsibility  as  a  grave  one.     The  boys 


Hungerford   in  Pittsburgh  Sii)t. 
More  War  Babies. 

are  not  to  be  outdone,  and  it  is  delightful 
to  see  the  zeal  with  which  they  attack  this  so- 
called  dull  Study." 

The  average  woman  grown  to  maturity 
in  a  non-suffrage  State  in  removing  to  a  suf- 
frage State  accepts  her  new  privilege  as  a 
burden,  while  it  is  probable  that  the  daughter 
is  abounding  in  the  joy  of  having  a  part  with 
her  father  and  brothers  in  the  local  affairs. 
But  when  a  question  up  for  election  appeals 
to  the  mother  as  one  of  right  or  wrong, 
the  voting  ceases  to  be  a  burden  and  becomes 
a  weapon. 

The  training  received  as  clerks  and  judges 
of  election  is  valuable  to  the  women.  An 
Illinois  judge  has  made  mention  of  the  effi- 
cient clerical  work  of  the  women  in  the  flec- 
tions of  Chicago  recently,  upon  which  new 
labor  the  women  of  that  State  are  entering. 
The  greater  part  of  the  book  work  in  connec- 
tion with  elections  in  Idaho,  including  regis- 
tration and  polling,  is  done  by  the  women, 
which  gives  them  a  more  intimate  conception 
of  the  machinery  of  government.  The  polls 
are  quiet  and  maintain  somewhat  the  dignity 
of  a  formal  social  function  with  men  and 
women  present. 

The  omens  are  already  in  the  sky  predict- 
ing that  women  may  become  more  informed 
as  citizens  than  the  men.  The  women's  clubs 
for  civic  study  and  the  practical  application 
which  is  given  their  balloting  are  having  a 
broadening  and  educational  effect.  Where  is 
to  be  found  an  organization  of  men  with  the 
purpose  of  perfecting  the  members  for  the 
more  efficient  performance  of  the  duties  of 
citizenship?  The  history  of  education,  which 
at  first  in  the  annals  of  mankind  was  restrict- 
ed to  the  masculine  sex,  may  be  considered  as 
a  precedent,  the  number  of  women  completing 


high  school  and  collegiate  courses  now  exceed- 
ing that  of  the  men. 

Has  the  ballot  affected  the  femininity  of 
women?  If  the  charm  of  womanhood  has 
escaped  with  the  entrance  of  the  ballot,  both 
men  and  women  are  so  blind  to  the  condi- 
tion as  not  to  know  their  loss.  Rare  indeed 
would  be  the  person  found  repining  for  the 
good  old  days  when  women  couldn't  vote. 
Do  the  women  vote  the  same  as  their  hus- 
bands? Some  women  vo.te  to  the  dictation 
of  the  men,  which  condition  will  continue 
until  every  woman  knows  how  to  express  her 
own  self.  The  point  is,  the  woman  who  is 
awake  to  her  privilege  of  expression  has  it, 
and  it  is  potentially  possible  to  the  unknow- 
ing one  when  she  awakens.  Some  men  still 
sleep.  There  has  not  been  a  record  of  the 
percentage  of  men  and  women  voting,  but  in 
some  precincts  it  is  said  that  more  women 
than  men  vote. 

Twenty  years  of  the  ballot  in  the  hands  of 
women  with  men  in  Idaho  has  developed 
that  State  along  moral  and  advanced  lines, 
with  legislation  which  has  outrun  the  old 
Puritanical  States  of  their  forefathers.  The 
temptations  of  the  early  days — drink,  gam- 
bling, and  houses  of  ill  repute  are  swept 
away.  But  it  is  claimed  by  some  who  have 
watched  the  change  of  the  past  twenty-five 
years  that  Idaho  with  statutes,  granting  them 
enforced,  is  not  as  righteous  as  Idaho  with- 
out statutes.  The  story  of  the  pack-driver 
with  one  barrel  of  whisky  more  than  he  could 
haul  up  the  hill  is  told  to  illustrate  the  former 
integrity.  Finding  it  impossible  to  continue 
his  journey  so  heavily  loaded,  the  driver  de- 
posited the  barrel  of  drink  by  the  roadside 
with  two  cups,  one  for  the  passing  travelers 
to  partake  of  the  contents  and  the  other  to 
receive  the  pay.  Later  he  returned  and  took 
his  cup  of  coin.  No  such  sense  of  honor  is 
universal  to-day,  say  the  story-tellers.  Yet 
even  they  would  hardly  want  to  go  back  to 
the  old  days. 

The  intense  attitude  of  some  of  the  pro- 
moters of  equal  suffrage  might  have  led  to  the 
belief  that  when  the  reform  went  into  opera- 
tion the  commonwealth  would  be  in  a  state 
of  upheaval  and  that  radical  measures  would 
be  enacted  to  the  disturbance  of  the  common 
peace.  Its  practice,  however,  has  proved  that 
it  does  not  carry  a  destructive  tendency. 
Eighteen  months  after  its  adoption  Mrs, 
Cynthia   Mann,  quoted  above,  wrote: 

"When  the  Supreme  Court  of  Idaho  de- 
cided that  the  equal  suffrage  amendment  had 
carried,  it  was  pleasing  to  note  how  quickly 
all  aggressive  opposition  ceased.  Those  who 
had  been  zealous  opponents  refrained  from 
predicting  the  evil  consequences  that  would 
be  the  result  of  women  voting,  and  at  all 
elections  held  since,  primary,  municipal,  and 
school,  have  vied  with  the  ardent  advocates 
of  this  reform  in  politics  in  securing  the 
presence  at  the  polls  of  this  new  clement  in 
governmental  affairs." 

It  has  continued  sane  in  operation;  the 
leaders  among  the  women  are  of  p  high  type. 
Its  inherent  policy  of  educating  the  general 
public  to  its  reforms  burns  out  fanaticism  in 
the  long  journey  of  the  proposed  enactments 
through  committees,  local  discussions  and 
press  reports.  The  exaggeration  of  energy 
displayed  in  the  fray  for  suffrage  is  one  of 
the  results  of  antagonism.  When  the  antag- 
onism is  withdrawn  and  suffrage  is  permitted 
to  fill  its  mission,  its  course  has  been  found 
to  be  orderly  and  constructive.  This  is  the 
inevitable  working  of  the  metaphysical  law. 
For  equal  suffrage  is  an  expression  of  the 
principle  of  equality,  and,  as  a  principle  in 
operation,  can  produce  only  harmony  and 
satisfaction   in   its  proper  manifestation. 


MACLEANS    M  A  Ci  A  Z  1  N  E 


49 


The   Awakening  of   Argentine   and   Chile 


\'i  icx  iif  I'lof/riKx  in  tli(   LuikIx  Tfinf 
Lie  lief  ore  Copriconi 


THK  North  Americana  living  in  a  conti- 
nent that  lies  neaily  all  in  the  tem- 
perate and  cooler  zones,  scarcely  realize  that 
South  America  is  four-fifths  tropical.  Fields 
of  wheat  and  oats  are  scarcely  seen  outside  of 
ArRentina  and  Chile,  except  in  high  cool  val- 
leys. In  these  two  countries,  however,  the 
hardy  grain  crops  flourish,  giving  a  peculiar 
interest  to  the  tapering  tip  of  the  southern 
continent  at  the  home  of  vigorous,  energetic 
peoples,  competent  to  rule  themselves.  The 
rest  of  the  continents,  except  perhaps  Uru- 
guay and  the  high  lands  of  south-eastern 
Brazil,  is  a  banana  country,  the  land  of  the 
siesta,  to  be  developed  and  administered  by 
peoples  of  the  temperate  zones.  Quoting 
briefly  from  The  National  Geographic  Maga- 
zine, we  have  the  following  interesting  news 
of  the  resources  and  development  of  these 
progressive  lands  of  the  South: 

The  great  task  and  obligation  of  Argentina, 
southern  Brazil,  and  Chile,  the  A,  B,  C  powers, 
is  to  guide  the  development  of  the  tropical  Am- 
ericas, through  the  exercise  of  wise  statesman- 
ship, toward  stability,  peace,  and  prosperity. 

Rio  de  Janeiro,  on  the  Atlantic  coast,  and 
Antofagasta,  on  the  Pacific,  mark  the  south- 
ern limit  of  the  tropics,  and  thence  south- 
ward the  southern  continent  narrows  rapidly 
to  the  point  of  Cape  Horn.  The  equivalent 
distance  in  North  America  is  from  Florida  to 
Labrador,  or  from  oranges  to  reindeer  moss. 
Florida  and  Rio  are  both  renowned  for  their 
oranges,  and  Cape  Horn  shares  with  Labra- 
dor a  most  inhospitable  reputation;  but  it  is 
more  like  Scotland  than  Labrador. 

The  southernmost  land,  tapering  southward 
between  the  oceans,  is  nowhere  so  cold  as  the 
broad  expanse  of  North  America  is  in  similar 
latitude,  and  Tierra  del  Fuego,  a  region  of 
fogs,  and  snow  squalls,  is  a  congenial  home 
for  Scotchmen  and  long-wooled  sheep.  Buenos 
Aires,  the  focal  point  of  life  and  intercourse 
south  of  Rio,  lies  half  way  between  Rio  and 
Cape  Horn,  in  the  latitude  corresponding  to 
Charleston.  Palms  grow  there  in  the  public 
gardens,  and  yet,  the  houses  being  unhealed, 
a  northerner  may  greatly  enjoy  on  a  damp, 
chill  winter  day  the  soft  coal  fire  which  he 
will  find  where   Englishmen  congregate. 

Neither  very  cold  nor  very  hot,  the  seasons 
are  similar  to  those  of  our  coast  from  Nor- 
folk to  Charleston;  but  they  are  reversed. 
As  the  sun  circles  northward  past  the  Equator 
their  summer  ends,  while  our  winter  half 
begins.  There  is  always  summer,  north  or 
south;  always  winter,  too.  When  we  are 
preparing  to  leave  the  cities  Argentine  society 
is  gathered  from  the  country  estates  for  plea- 
sure and  politics  in  the  greater  metropolis, 
which  alternates  with  Paris  and  vies  with  the 
French  capital   in  seasons  of  gaiety. 

Buenos  Aires  is  to  Argentina  what  Paris 
is  to  France — the  centre  of  national  indus- 
tries, thought,  and  culture.  Commerce,  jour- 
nalism, politics,  the  drama  and  music,  litera- 
ture, art,  and  social  life  are  intensely  focused 
there.  The  brilliant  activity  of  the  greatest 
city  of  the  Southern  Hemisphere  (the  fourth 
city  of  the  Americas,  after  New  York,  Chi- 
cago and  Philadelphia)  draws  the  Argentines 
to  it  as  a  flame  attracts  moths,  and  one-fifth 
of   the   population    of   the    country    struggles 


there  in  feverish  competition  for  pleasure  and 
gain. 

No  traveler  to  the  southern  countries  but 
stops  as  long  as  he  may  in  Buenos  Aires  to 
enjoy  or  to  study  the  most  cosmopolitan,  yet 
most  latinized,  of  the  Spanish-American  cities. 
We  shall  have  occasion  to  return  to  the 
metropolis  that  is  at  once  the  heart  and  the 
brain  of  the  country,  but  first  let  us  look  at 
the  land  itself,  of  which  the  port  is  the  gate- 
way. 

The  location  of  Buenos  Aires  combines  the 
advantages  of  those  of  New  York  and  of  New 
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Chief  War  Starter.  —  Himmel,  and 
that's  the  country  my  xpy  system  in- 
.  formed  me  was  ripe  for  rebellion, 
ready  for  insurrection,  and  only 
awaited  a  chance  to  break  from  the 
British  Empire. 

inland  commerce.  Trans-oceanic  routes  con- 
verge to  the  Rio  de  la  Plata  as  they  do  to  the 
Hudson;  the  navigable  waterways  of  the 
Parana-Paraguay  reaches  as  far  into  the  in- 
terior of  the  Mississippi-Mis.souri  and  offer 
deeper  channels  to  navigation.  As  far  as 
Argentine  jurisdiction  extends,  the  Uruguay, 
Parana,  and  Paraguay  rivers  have  been 
dredged  and  buoyed  and  already  are  prepared 
to  serve  as  arteries  of  commerce,  such  as  the 
Mississippi  is  yet  to  become. 

North  of  the  Rio  de  la  Plata  and  between 
the  Atlantic  and  the  Parana-Paraguay  basin 
stretches  the  most  beautiful  and  healthful 
region  of  semi-tropical  South  America.  Here 
are  the  coffee  plantations  of  Sao  Paulo,  Brazil, 
the  most  productive  of  the  world;  here  the 
German  settlements  of  Santa  Caterina  and 
Rio  Grande  do  Sul  constitute  the  isolated  Teu- 
tonic colonies;  here  Uruguay  and  Paraguay 
form  buffer  States  between  the  great  rivals, 
their  neighbors,  and  here  are  included  the 
rich  Argentine  Commonwealths  of  Entre  Rios 
and  Corrientes. 

Equivalent  in  area  to  the  region  which 
stretches  northwest  from  the  AUeghanies  to 
the  Mississippi  and  the  Great  Lakes,  equal  to 
the  States  of  Alabama,  Ohio,  Indiana  and 
Illinois  in  extent,  beautiful  in  upland  land- 
.scape  of  verdant  hills  and  valleys,  this  ter- 
ritory invites  a  dense  population  whose  pros- 
perity would  be  assured  under  a  good  govern- 
ment. 
But  divided  as  it  is  by  arbitrary  political 


boundaries,  misgoverned  with  various  degrees 
of  misgovernment,  it  lies  inert.  The  failure 
of  individual  and  governmental  initiative,  the 
isolation  of  the  frontier,  where  weak  settle- 
ments face  the  forest,  the  lack  of  roads  and 
railroads  leave  the  interior  still  a  part  of  the 
wilderness. 

The  pampas  are  a  vast  grassy  plaia.  Is 
there  anything  more  to  be  said?  As  an 
Englishman  put  it,  "What  can  you  say  about 
a  bally  billiard  table  except  that  it  is  a  bally 
billiard  table?"  Yet  the  plain  of  the  pampas 
is  not  like  the  great  western  plains  of  the 
United  States.  The  latter  are  broken  by  gul- 
lies, furrowed  by  streams,  traversed  by  river 
valleys.     The  pampas  are  not. 

Among  all  landscapes  of  the  world  there  is 
none  more  meadow-like  than  the  flat  pampa, 
with  the  cattle  grazing  in  the  rich  grass;  but 
the  meadow  grass  hides  no  meandering  brook. 
Hour  after  hour  and  day  after  day  you  may 
ride  without  crossing  a  stream.  You  will, 
however,  encounter  many  shallow  pools  and 
lakelets. 

The  pampa  looks  so  flat,  so  featureless! 
But  is  it?  Watch  a  horseman  galloping  away 
toward  the  horizon,  toward  which  he  rises  sil- 
houetted against  the  sky.  Soon  he  sinks  and 
drops  out  of  sight,  having  apparently  ridden 
over  the  edge  of  the  world;  but  an  hour  later 
he  may  rise  again,  topping  a  more  distant 
swell  of  the  vast  grassy  ocean  surface.  North, 
east,  south,  or  west  it  is  the  same — a  billowy 
plain,  hollowed  and  molded  by  the-  wind,  the 
free-flowing  air,  which  in  place  of  running 
water  has  sculptured  the  immense  expanse 
ot  fine  brown  earth. 

It  is  a  paradise  for  cattle  in  the  average 
year,  when  the  rain  fills  the  lakelets  and 
the  pasture,  whether  freshly  green  or  cured 
to  natural  hay,  affords  abundant  feed.  Occa- 
sionally a  dry  season  intervenes;  the  water 
pools  dry  up;  the  plain  becomes  a  waterless 
desert.  Formerly  in  such  years  disaster  over- 
came the  herdman  and  his  herds.  Lingering 
by  the  shrinking  pools,  hundreds  of  thousands 
of  cattle  and  sheep  suffered  from  thirst  and 
famine  till  they  fell  and  mummified  in  the 
dust.     It  is  somewhat  different  now. 

The  seasons  still  vary  inexorably,  and  from 
time  to  time  comes  one  of  drought  and  loss; 
but  it  has  lost  its  gravest  menace.  Scattered 
over  the  pampa,  wherever  they  may  be  wanted, 
are  windmills,  and  beside  each  mill  is  a  tank 
and  drinking  trough.  The  wind,  which  so  sculp- 
tured the  hollows  of  the  plain  that  a  very 
large  proportion  of  the  rainfall  sinks  into  it, 
now  pumps  the  supply  back  to  the  herds,  which 
otherwise  might  perish  stamping  the  dust 
just  above  the  subterranean  waters. 

The  soil  and  the  climate  of  the  pampas  give 
the  Argentine  Republic  its  high  rank  among 
the  wheat  and  corn-growing  countries  of  the 
world.  The  soil  is  an  ancient  alluvium,  the 
fine  sediment  carried  by  old  rivers  far  out 
from  the  mountains,  like  the  deposit  now 
being  made  by  the  Paraguay  and  its  tribu- 
taries, an  island  delta  far  in  the  interior  ef 
the  continent.  The  sediment  was  very  ime, 
and  mingled  with  it  is  a  large  proportio»  ef 
f^ne  volcanic  dust,  blown  from  the  volca»»es 
of  the  Andes. 

Jt  covers  about  200,000  square  miles  ia  the 
provinces  of  Buenos  Aires,  Santa  Fe,  Cordova 
and  San  Luis.  Like  the  renowned  loess  soils 
of  China,  it  is  exceedingly  fertile  and,  beiag 
very  porous,  absorbs  the  rain  waters,  wkich 
rise  again  by  evaporation  and  supply  the  rur- 
face  soil  constantly  with  plant  food. 

In  the  former  days  it  mattered  nothing  to 
the  world  at  large  and  comparatively  little 
to  the  Argentine  himself  whether  the  seasen 
was  a  favorable  one  for  wheat  or  not;  but 
now,  when  millions  beyond  her  confines  leok 
to  Argentina  for  bread  and  when  Argentine 


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prosperity  is  regulated  by  the  wheat  she  sells, 
it  matters  much. 

The  time  will  come,  probably,  when  plenti- 
ful rains  or  drought  will  matter  less  than 
now;  for  at  present  agriculture  in  Argentina 
is  in  that  elementary  state  when  it  is  most 
exposed  to  injury  by  the  vicissitudes  of  clim- 
ate. Great  fields  are  cultivated  by  few  hands. 
The  poorly  prepared  soil,  the  shallow  plow- 
ing, the  neglect  of  cultivation,  all  invite  losses 
in  any  but  a  favorable  year. 

In  the  east  the  rainfall  is  usually  abundant 
or  excessive.  There  are  areas  of  Buenos  Aires 
province  which  are  inundated  by  heavy  rains, 
and  great  drainage  works  have  been  under- 
taken by  the  government  at  the  instance  of 
the  land-owners.  From  east  to  west  the  rain- 
fall diminishes  till  it  becomes  insufficient  for 
agriculture  in  the  average  year,  and  farming 
can  prosper  only  where  irrigation  is  practic- 
able. 

Thus  the  pampas,  of  which  we  may  think  as 
a  monotonous  region,  exhibit  great  diversity 
of  aspect.  Proportions  of  them  may  be  flooded 
while  other  distant  regions  of  the  same  plane 
are  drying  up.  Portions  are  suited  to  the 
growing  of  wheat,  others  to  cattle  raising, 
and  still  others  in  the  warmer,  rainy  zone 
about  Rosario  are  adapted  best  to  the  raising 
of  Indian  corn. 

The  Great  Southern  Railway  of  Buenos 
Aires  complies  for  its  own  information  charts 
which  show  the  quantities  of  wheat,  oats,  lin- 
seed, cattle,  sheep,  and  alfalfa  received  at  each 
of  its  stations  year  by  year.  Thus  the  man- 
agement may  know  not  only  what  income  any 
station  yields,  but  also  what  is  the  crop  that 
produces  the  particular  return.  It  is  most 
interesting  to  observe  the  grouping  of  pro- 
ducts— wheat  in  this  district,  oats  in  another, 
cattle  elsewhere — each  in  its  preferred  locali- 
ties predominating  over  minor  quantities  of 
the  other  products  and  demonstrating  the  ex- 
istence of  controlling  factors  which  give  great 
economic  diversity  to  the  apparent  natural 
monotony  of  the  pampas. 

In  part  due  to  natural  conditions,  in  part 
dependent  upon  artificial  ones,  such  as  the 
lack  of  roads,  these  factors  arc  changing  from 
year  to  year;  and  they  are  destined  to  change 
constantly  in  the  direction  of  greater  security 
and  productiveness  in  agricultural  pursuits  as 
the  country  passes  from  the  actual  primitive 
conditions  of  development  to  those  of  a  more 
advanced  community. 

To  gain  an  idea  of  the  extent  of  the  fertile 
pampa  region,  one  needs  but  look  at  a  railway 
map  of  Argentina.  Buenos  Aires  and  Rosa- 
rio arc  the  two  ports  of  shipment  of  its  pro- 
ducts, the  centres  from  which  traffic  radiates 
to  all  sections  of  the  country.  English  and 
other  capital  has  been  expended  to  the  amount 
of  200,000,000  pounds  sterling  in  building 
railways  to  develop  the  rich  lands,  but  in  the 
more  arid  and  less  profitable  country  the 
lines  have  been  extended  only  as  trunk  lines, 
aimed  to  reach  some  distant  point.  The 
pampas  are  the  hub  of  the  Argentine  wheel 
of  fortune,  of  which  Buenos  Aires,  the  Argen- 
tine El  Dorado,  is  the  centre. 

The  area  of  the  pampas,  about  200,000 
.square  miles,  is  one-sixth  of  the  country.  In 
the  larger  part  which  lies  beyond  the  pampas, 
the  other  five-sixths,  there  is  a  great  extent 
of  lands  destined  by  the  general  scarcity  of 
water  to  pastoral  pursuits;  there  are  some 
real  desert  areas;  and  there  arc  also  dis- 
tricts of  great  natural  resources,  which  are 
either  actual  or  potential  contributors  to  the 
natural  wealth. 

In  the  Argentine  all  travel,  all  enterprise, 
all  development,  starts  from  Buenos  Aires. 
Let  us  place  ourselves  in  that  Rome  of  the 
Southern  Hemisphere,  from  which  all  roads 
lead,  and  make  rapid  excursions  to  the  more 


interesting  of  the  outlying  provinces  of  her 
commercial  dominion. 

Where  the  streams  from  the  mountains 
spread  upon  the  tropical  plain,  there  are  ex- 
tensive plantations  and  refineries;  and  on  the 
mountain  slopes  are  the  villas  of  the  wealthy 
planters,  who  may  be  whirled  in  a  few  mo- 
ments in  their  autos  over  well-built  roads  to 
temperate  or  even  to  Alpine  climes.  Extend- 
ing still  farther  northwest,  the  railway  reach- 
es Quiaca,  on  the  Argentine  boundary,  where 
it  is  eventually  to  be  connected  with  the  Bo- 
livian system  that  centres  in  La  Paz.  Those 
who  do  not  mind  two  or  three  days'  staging 
may  even  now  go  on  via  La  Paz  to  Antofag 
asto  or  Mollendo,  on  the  Pacific  coast. 

Mendoza  is  the  southern  California  of  Ar- 
gentina. Irrigation  has  long  been  success- 
fully applied  to  her  vineyards  and  she  has 
grown  rich  on  their  products.  She  lies  also 
on  the  historic  route  across  the  Andes  by 
which  San  Martin  entered  Chile  with  the  army 
that  liberated  that  country  from  the  Spanish 
dominion.  The  railway  now  ascends  by  the 
valley  of  the  Mendoza  River  over  the  barren 
wastes  of  the  high  Andes,  which  are  here 
cursed  by  both  drought  and  cold;  and,  passing 
through  the  summit  at  10,600  feet,  descends 
rapidly  to  the  valley  of  the  Aconcagua  River 
and  the  fertile  plains  of  central  Chile. 

In  the  valley  of  the  Rio  Negro  is  a  region 
which,  through  the  utilization  of  the  waters  of 
that  great  river  for  irrigation,  is  being  con- 
verted into  one  of  the  garden  spots  of  the  Re- 
public. The  climate,  which  in  temperature 
resembles  that  of  our  South  Atlantic  Coast, 
the  fertile  soil,  and  the  abundance  of  water, 
which  will  eventually  be  brought  under  con- 
trol, so  as  to  minimize  the  effects  of  floods 
and  the  scarcity  of  the  dry  seasons,  all  com- 
bine to  give  this  district  a  rich  promise.  At 
present  it  is  still  in  the  initial  stages  of 
development,  lacking  adequate  organization 
of  its  industries  and  society  and  needing  com- 
petitive development  of  means  of  communi- 
cation with  its  markets. 

In  this  excursion  to  the  valley  of  the  Rio 
Negro  we  reach  the  southern  limit  of  the  con- 
nected Argentine  railway  system.    We  arc  on 


the  northern  borders  of  Patagonia,  the 
synonym  for  remoteness  and  isolation.  Yet 
within  its  confines  are  to  be  found  immense 
sheep  ranches,  managed  not  only  by  Argen- 
tines, but  the  largest  and  best  of  them  by 
Scotchmen  and  Australians,  who  direct  the 
investment  of  English  capital.  National  rail- 
ways have  been  extended  at  government  cost 
into  the  interior,  and  when  the  wave  of  pros- 
perity once  more  returns  to  Argentina,  as 
following  the  present  depression  it  soon  will, 
Patagonia  will  invite  still  larger  investments 
of  capital  and  take  rank  among  the  growing 
territories  of  the  Republic. 

One  is  constantly  surprised  at  the  magni- 
tude of  the  far  southern  country.  Hidden  in 
the  Andes  of  Patagonia  and  occupying  but  a 
small  part  of  their  great  length  is  a  country 
as  large  as  Switzerland — a  region  of  beautiful 
lakes,  forests,  and  snow-covered  peaks.  We 
have  now  spoken  of  southern  Brazil  and  of 
Argentina.  There  remains  of  the  temperate 
lands  of  South  America  only  Chile,  that  long- 
est and  narrowest  of  all  the  countries  of  the 
world. 

Santiago  is  the  chief  city  of  Chile,  but  not 
in  the  same  degree  as  Buenos  Aires  is  of  the 
Argentine  Republic.  Buenos  Aires  has  be- 
come almost  the  Republic  itself,  in  the  sense 
that  Paris  is  France;  but  Santiago  is  but  the 
Ciipital  of  the  country,  which  has  other  cities 
that  may  compare  with  it  in  local  importance. 
Santiago  contrasts  with  Buenos  Aires  as  the 
conservative  capital  of  a  small  country  with 
the  metropolis  of  the  continent.  You  feel  in 
the  Chilean  capital  the  conservative  character 
of  the  people;  in  Buenos  Aires  the  liberal 
spirit  of  the  world  city. 

In  the  Argentina,  as  in  all  other  Spanish 
American  countries,  the  prevalence  of  great 
estates,  the  condition  of  the  "latifundia,"  the 
old  Roman  curse,  is  the  greatest  obstacle  to 
citizenship  and  good  government.  To  pursue 
this  topic  would  lead  us  too  far  afield;  but  it 
is  pertinent  to  the  contrasting  of  North  and 
South  America  to  remind  ourselves  that  the 
Republic  is  founded  in  that  body  of  intelligent 
and  independent  citizens  who  own  their  homes. 
They   alone   govern    steadily. 


Holland,  a  Gateway  to  Germany 


The   Smuggler   and   the   Law — and 

How  the  Netherlands  Oversea  Trust 

Unloosed    the    Grip   of   British   Sea 

Power   Upon   Dutch  Commerce 


CARTOONISTS  have  been  keeping  us  gra- 
phically informed  of  the  smuggling  of 
food  supplies  to  Germany  through  Holland, 
but  we  do  not  often  come  upon  such  a  thor- 
ough explanation  of  the  commercial  inter- 
course going  on  between  Germany  and  the 
Netherlands  as  recently  appeared  in  The 
World's  Work.  The  writer,  D.  Thomas  Cur- 
tin,  says: 

From  the  very  beginning  of  the  war  Ger- 
many's trump  card  has  been  her  battering- 
ram  military  machine.  To  enable  her  to  win, 
this  machine  must  decisively  defeat  the  enemy 
armies.  On  the  other  hand  the  trump  card  of 
the  Entente  Powers  has  been  control  of  the 
sea.  Great  Britain  in  particular  thoroughly 
believed  from  the  first  that  her  navy  would 
eventually  strangle  Germany. 

Holland  has  vividly  felt  both  of  these 
forces.  Her  front  door  opens  on  the  North 
Sea  ond  her  back  door  into  Germany.    Amer- 


ica is  too  far  removed  from  the  great  conflict 
really  to  breathe  the  atmosphere  of  war.  The 
Dutch,  however,  stood  right  in  the  wings 
looking  out  upon  the  stage  where  the  tragedy 
of  Belgium  was  being  enacted.  Their  south- 
ern provinces  echoed  with  the  roar  of  battle; 
they  saw  nearly  a  million  Belgians  fleeing 
wild-eyed  from  the  sulphur  storm,  and  when 
Antwerp  fell  they  saw  the  shattered  bat- 
talions of  Belgium  and  England  fall  back 
across  their  borders.  They  learned  the  mean- 
ing of  war  without  being  in  it.  The  sight  of 
Belgium  writhing  in  the  clutch  of  the  con- 
queror quickened  their  imagination  to  a  not 
impossible  future  for  themselves. 

Holland  began  to  mend  her  easy-going  mili- 
tary ways.  One  of  her  early  acts,  however, 
might  cause  a  twinkle  in  the  eyes  of  any  one 
in  the  least  familiar  with  German  knowledge 
of  invjided  territory,  for  the  Dutch,  in  the 
innocence  of  their  unmilitary  hearts,  pulled 
down  all  cross-roads  guide-posts  in  the  stra- 
tegic part  of  the  country.  Contemplate  the 
dilemma  and  dismay  of  a  German  army  in 
darkest  Holland  with  no  sign-posts  to  guide 
it!  That  the  Germans  might  not  be  outdone 
in  this  battle  of  wits,  however,  a  German 
automobile  company  put  advertising  f-igns 
near  where  the  former  guide-posts  had  stood, 
on  which  were  added  such  directions  as: 
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K'came  cognizant  of  their  counter  attack  they 
li-niolished  these  signs,  but  the  Germans,  de- 
crminod  to  go  down  flRhting,  brought  suit 
'or  the  destruction  of  their  property.  They 
von  the  suit. 

Knergetic  work  neverthele.ss  has  character- 
lod  the  military  preparations  to  guard 
igainst  any  trouble  which  might  arise  with 
he  great  neighbor  to  the  east.  Huge  war 
xpenditures  have  been  voted,  class  after  class 
as  been  called  to  the  colors  to  be  trained,  the 
itrategic  line  of  main  defense  near  Utrecht 
las  been  strengthened,  beautiful  trees  have 
)een  sacrificed,  trenches  which  are  not  for 
nictice  work  have  been  dug.  and  families  in 
lomo  sections  have  received  minute  instruc- 
oMs  on  what  to  do  when  certain  orders  are 
:iven. 

There  has  been  little  friction  with  Germany, 
lowcver,  while  on  the  other  hand  there  have 
(een  and  will  continue  to  be  great  problems 
irising  from  England's  naval  pressure. 

A.  series  of  official  acts  in  England  cast  dark 
hadows  across  the  North  Sea  upon  Holland. 
Vt  the  outbreak  of  war,  to  be  sure,  the  British 
lovernment  adopted  the  Declaration  of  Lon- 
lon  of  1909,  although  it  had  never  been  rati- 
ied  and  such  adoption  precented  the  full 
xercise  of  sea  power.  But  the  net  was  grad- 
nily  tightened.  On  November  2.  1914,  the 
Ulmiralty  declared  that  a  .state  of  war  ex- 
stcd  in  the  North  Sea  and,  on  December  21, 
Jritain    extended    her    contraband    list    to    a 

•gree  which  spelled  chaos  for  Holland.  When 
lermany  began  her  submarine  warfare  in 
he  following  February,  Britain  decided  that 
he  Declaration  of  London  was  no  longer  in 
orce,  and  by  an  Order  in  Council,  March  11, 
9I.'>,  declared  that  no  commodities  of  any 
ind  were  to  be  allowed  to  reach  Germany. 

Immediately  after  the  outbreak  of  war 
ierman  agents  swarmed  through  Holland 
s  through  other  neutral  contiguous  countries, 
luying  and  contracting  for  every  scrap  of 
natcrial  which  might  be  of  future  use.  New 
lealors  in  coppor,  cotton,  oils,  foods,  clothing, 
nd  the  like  sprang  up,  and  the  day  of  the 
uccessful  smuggler  had  once  more  dawned 
ipon  the  earth. 

But  most  of  the  dwellers  of  this  land  be- 
ow  the  level  of  the  sea  knew  naught  of  the 
'ays  of  smugglers;  they  knew  only  that 
hey  faced  dire  need  because  England  and 
ranee  considered  goods  consigned  to  Holland 
s  possible  future  imports  of  Germany.  Mat- 
ers went  from  bad  to  worse.  Trade  became 
aralyzed,  work  grew  slack,  and  general  dis- 
ontcnt  arose.  A  deluge  of  appeals  poured  in 
pon  a  newly  created  trade  commission. 

This  commission,  known  as  the  Netherlands 
•versea  Trust,  literally  saved  Holland.  It 
'as  established  at  the  Hague  September  21, 
914,  to  act  as  intermediary  between  Dutch 
lerchants  and  traders  and  the  Entente  Al- 
Their  proposition,  reduced  to  simplest 
erms,  was  that  the  Allies  should  permit  goods 
0  enter  Holland  under  the  sanction  of  the 
J.O.T.,  which  in  turn  should  be  responsible 
or  them  not  going  into  Germany. 

The  company  is  managed  by  a  board  of 
irectors,  appointed  and  dismissed  by  the 
hareholders,  the  latter  consisting  of  the 
lost  powerful  business  concerns  in  Holland, 
a  the  Holland-American  Line,  the  Amster- 
am  Bank,  and  the  Netherlands  Lloyd.  The 
irectors,  all  high  in  the  financial  world,  won 
he  confidence  of  the  British  Government  and 
he  grateful  approbation  of  the  Dutch  people. 

Though  the  statutes  provide  for  the  con- 
inuance  of  the  company  until  December  31, 
919,  it  will  vanish  with  the  war.  Its  first 
owers  were  exercised  on  January  6,  1915, 
nd  after  twenty  months  of  activity  it  re- 
eives  enthusiastic  praise  throughout  Hol- 
ind,  while  its  leaders  are  looked  upon  as  the 
life-saving  crew  which  is  rescuing  a  country 


Many  persons  drive  ahead  recklessly  in  the  matter  of  food 
and  drink  who  wouldn't  think  of  disregarding  a  traffic  signal 

But  Nature's  laws  of  health  cannot  be  trifled  w^ith. 

For  instance,  the  tea  or  coffee  drinker  who  says,  "Tea  and 
coffee  don't  hurt  me,"  may  sooner  or  later  find  he  has  a 
"jumpy "  heart,  frazzled  nerves,  or  some  other  trouble  often 
due  to  the  drug,  caffeine,  in  both  tea  and  coffee. 

Generally  those  injured  by  tea  or  coffee  can  get  back  to 
health  and  comfort  by  a  change  to 

POSTUM 

— the  delicious,  pure  cereal  food-drink. 

"TKere's  a  Reason" 

Canadian  Postum  Cereal  Co.,  Ltd.,  Windsor,  Out. 


BOVRIL  the  Money 


laver 


Bovril  is  a  big  money-saver  in  the  Kitchen. 


It  turns  into  tempting  dishes  the  food  that 
would  not  get  eaten  otherwise.  And  its  body-build- 
ing powers — just  what  you  need  these  hard  times — 
are  ten  to  twenty  times  the  amount  taken.  It  must 
be  Bovril. 


S.HB. 


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Your  Hands 


Two  things  determine   the  condition  of 
your  hands  —  the  work  you  do  and  the 
soap  you  use. 

If  you  do  no  manual  labor,  the  skin  is  tender  so  that 
alkaline  soap  is  almost  certain  to  leave  its  mark. 

If  your  work  tends  to  irritate  or  roughen  your  hands, 
alkaline  soap  only  irritates  them  the  more. 

In  either  event.  Ivory  Soap  is  best  for  you. 

It  is  so  mild  and  pure  that  it  cannot  leave  the  slightest 
hint   of  redness    even   after    bathing    the  tenderest  hands. 

It  is  so  free  from  uncombined  alkali  and  all  harsh 
materials  that,  no  matter  how  sore  the  hands  may  be,  it 
can  be  used  with  entire  comfort  and  entirely  to  the  skin's 
advantage. 

5  CENTS 

IVORY  SOAP   p^  99S^  PURE 

'"f  Floats 

Made  in  the  Procler  &  Gamble  /aclories  at  Hamilton,  Canada 


surrounded   by   spiked   helmets   and   ships   of 
war. 

The  N.O.T.  is  a  new  institution,  a  product 
of  the  Great  War.  Nothing  of  the  kind  has 
ever  e.xisted  before,  and,  there  being  no  pre- 
cedents to  which  it  can  refer,  it  has  had  to 
grope  more  or  less  in  the  dark,  with  the 
natural  result  of  a  certain  amount  of  toe 
stubs  anud  bumps. 

The  modus  operandi  is  simple  and  theo- 
retically prevents  the  re-exporting  to  Ger- 
many of  goods  brought  into  the  country 
through  its  medium.  Suppose  that  a  Dutch 
merchant  desires  to  import  a  certain  commod- 
ity. He  fills  in  a  form  issued  by  the  Oversea 
Trust,  the  officials  of  which  then  ascertain  if 
he  is  a  bona  fide  Dutch  mc«hant  and  is  not 
merely  a  link  in  the  German  chain.  When 
permission  is  granted  he  must  furnish  the 
Oversea  Trust  with  a  bank  guarantee  to  the 
amount  of  goods  ordered,  this  being  a  for- 
feit or  part  forfeit  should  the  goods  be  re- 
exported. The  importer  is  held  responsible 
for  the  actions  of  future  consignees.  The 
N.  0.  T.  receives  as  its  commission  one-eighth 
of  one  per  cent.,  with  a  minimum  of  2.50 
guilders  ($1).  After  a  dividend  of  4  per 
cent,  has  been  paid  the  rest  will  go  to  charity. 

Dutch  imports  may  be  divided  into  three 
classes.  First,  there  is,  as  in  all  neutral  Eur- 
opean countries,  a  government  embargo  list 
which  forbids  the  export  of  arms,  munitions, 
leather,  meat,  fodder,  and  the  like.  In  the 
Scandinavian  countries  similar  lists  cover  ten 
pages  of  fine  print.  In  Holland,  owing  to  Vhe 
activities  of  the  N.O.T.,  the  list  covers  cor- 
siderably  less  than  a  page.  In  the  second 
class  is,  with  a  few  specified  exceptions,  every- 
thing else.  All  these  commodities  must  be 
imported  through  the  Over.sea  Trust  in  the 
manner  described  above.  The  third  class  in- 
cludes tobacco,  coflFee,  and  Mediterranean 
fruits,  but  although  no  N.O.T.  permit  is  neces- 
sary to  import  these  the  re-exportation  of 
these  goods  is  subject  to  the  rules  of  that 
body. 

Thus  problem  number  one  for  Holland  is: 
Imports  and  how  to  deal  with  them.  Pro- 
blem number  two  concerns  itself  primarily 
with  home  products  and  with  restrictions 
upon  their  export. 

Suppose  that  a  Dutch  farmer  suddenly 
learns  that  by  taking  his  chee.se,  butter,  milk 
and  eggs  a  few  miles  east  he  can  receive  three | 
times  the  amount  that  they  bring  in  Holland. 
The  Dutch  farmer  learned  this  interesting 
fact  some  months  after  the  outbreak  of  war 
and  ere  long  the  Dutch  consumer  was  bitterly 
complaining  that  not  only  was  the  price  of 
the  necessities  of  life  nearly  prohibitive,  but 
that  food  could  not  be  obtained  in  sufficient! 
quantities.  Meanwhile  the  farmers  were  driv- 
ing in  cheerfully  every  week  to  Rotterdam 
Gouda  and  other  centres,  where  they  displayec 
large  rolls  of  money  in  the  coffee  houses  be- 
fore walking  across  the  street  to  pass  then 
through  the  window  to  the  receiving  teller  ir 
the  bank.  When  others  complained  the  farm 
er  simply  claimed  the  right  to  sell  his  produc< 
where  he  could  get  the  most  money  for  it 
And  to  remember  that  in  the  days  when  thi 
ancestors  of  these  get-rich-quick  farmers  re 
claimed  the  land  upon  the  sea  more  peopli 
were  employed  in  manuring  it  than  could  b^ 
fed  on  what  it  produced! 

The  Government,  having  become  a  bufl'e 
between  producer  and  consumer,  finally  de 
creed  that  every  town  should  each  week  tak 
an  account  of  the  supplies  on  hand,  and  on  th 
basis  of  this  a  certain  percentage  migki  b 
exported. 

We  have  seen  the  laws,  and  now  for  thei 
evasion.  It  must  be  remembered  that  th 
Oversea  Trust  has  no  official  connection  wit 
the  Government.  This  should  prove  a  ver 
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corned,  since  Government  offlcials  on  the 
frontier  have  thus  no  power  to  hold  up  Koods 
with  the  N.O.T.  label.  The  N.O.T.'a  only  re- 
course is  to  fine  the  ori|;inal  exporter,  if  it 
has  proof  thnt  goods  hat^r  left  the  country, 
and  refuse  him  further  permission  to  import. 
Nearly  a  year  after  the  first  business  of  the 
N'.O.T.  on  January  6,  191.5,  a  series  of  events 
made  known  to  the  outside  world  that  the 
Dutch  frontier  was  not  smuggle-proof.  Most 
people  in  Holland  have  known  this  right  along 
The  Amsterdam  Telegraaf  asserted  that  Ger- 
many was  being  fed  through  Holland,  similar 
remarks  were  made  across  the  North  Sea  in 
the  House  of  Commons,  and  General  Snyders, 
Commander  of  the  Armies  of  the  Netherlands, 
made  haste  to  tighten  the  frontiers. 

The  Telegraaf'a  revelations  of  the  methods 
of  the  smugglers  and  its  attacks  on  the 
tlovernment's  laxity  in  running  them  down 
finally  resulted,  in  December  last,  in  the 
arrest  of  its  editor,  Mr.  Schrocder,  on  the 
technical  charge  of  having  jeopardized  the 
nation's  neutrality. 

All  over  the  world  there  are  just  as  clever 
people  trying  to  beat  the  law  as  to  make  the 
law,  and  it  would  be  as  much  beside  the  point 
to  argue  that,  because  there  exist  in  Hol- 
land regulations  against  the  re-export  of 
goods,  no  goods  are  re-exported,  as  to  main- 
tain that  moonshine  whiskey  is  not  distilled 
in  the  mountains  of  Kentucky  because  of 
Federal  excise  laws. 

In  the  early  days  attempts  were  made  on 
a  grand  scale  to  get  goods  to  Germany. 
The  N.O.T.  met  this  by  inserting  a  clause 
in  its  contracts  which  forbade  the  re-export 
of  goods  to  a  neutral  country  through  a 
belligerent  country. 

Some  dealers  in  oil  imported  a  vast  amount 
and  then  re-shipped  it  all  to  Germany,  the 
price  received  being  sufficient  to  allow  them 
to  sacrifice  their  entire  deposit  to  the  Over- 
sea  Trust  and   still  make  a  handsome   profit. 

But  it  is  the  small  smuggler  who  is  pic- 
turesque. A  young  man  was  recently  ban- 
ished from  the  frontier  districts  of  Holland. 
About  a  year  ago  he  spent  all  his  money  on 
one  horse  and.  surreptitiously  leading  the 
animal  across  the  frontier,  he  received  two 
and  a  half  times  what  he  had  paid  for  it. 
He  engineered  the  act  repeatedly  and  would 
have  become  a  wealthy  man  if  the  authori- 
ties had  not  finally  stopped  his  activities. 
As  it  was  he  cleared  80,000  guilders  ($32,000). 

Many  other  Dutchmen  have  increased  the 
value  of  their  horses  by  leading  them  a  few- 
miles  in  an  easterly  direction.  An  animal 
worth  400  guilders  on  one  side  of  the  frontier 
is  worth  1,000  guilders  on  the  other.  Two 
hundred  guilders  appears  a  large  sum  of 
money  to  a  weary  frontier  guard  whose  re- 
muneration is  considerably  less  than  half  a 
guilder  a  day,  if  he  will  but  look  in  a  specified 
direction  for  a  short  length  of  time.  His 
country  is  not  at  war,  he  may  consolingly 
reason,  and  what  matters  it  if  just  one  more 
horse  is  turned  loose  into  Armageddon! 

In    peace    time    nearly    four-fifths    of    the 

Dutch    trade   with    the   Rhine    was   towed    up 

Jthe    river    from    Rotterdam    in    huge    canal 

Iboats.      The    war   has   practically    killed    this 

:  ide.       Canals    are    easily    guarded    and    it 

-    not   on    them   that   smuggling   is   done;    it 

jis  rather  along  the  high  road,  by-roads,  and 

''paths    that    small    quantities    of    goods    are 

vibbled    over    the    frontier.       Much    of    the 

ork  is  done  at  night,  and  women  and  girls 

lare   particularly   active   both   day   and   night. 

I  know  of  one  gill  who  continued  smuggling 

even  after  her  father  Was  shot  in  one  of  his 

attempts.     The  wide,  full  skirts  of  the  Dutch 

'  peasant  women  have  become  wider  and  fuller 

'fwith   contraband   sewed   in   them. 

The  Dutch  customs  officers  have  had  their 
duties  reversed  by  the  war.     Formerly  it  was 


Know  Your  Own  Stomach 


You  oujjht  to  know  more  about  it  than  the  Doctor.  You  have 
lived  with  it  a  lonp;  time.  You  know  how  you  have  treated  it. 
You  kno\\'  whether  it  will  digest  cucumbers  or  lobsters.  You 
know  how  vitally  it  is  related  to  your  health,  to  your  happiness, 
to  your  earning  capacity.     There  is  always  safety  in 

Shredded  Wheat 

the  food  that  is  easily  digested  when  the  stomach  rejects  all  other 
foods.  It  contains  all  the  body-building  nutriment  in  the  whole 
wheat,  including  the  bran  coat,  which  is  so  useful  in  keeping  the 
bowels  healthy  and  active.  Shredded  Wheat  Biscuit  is  made  by 
the  best  process  ever  devised  for 
making  the  whole  wheat  grain 
digestible.  It  contains  more  real 
nutriment  than  meat  or  eggs  and 
costs  much  less. 

For  breakfast  heat  one  or  more  biscuit*  in  the 
oven  to  restore  their  crispness;  then  pour  hot 
milk  over  them,  adding  a  little  cream.  Salt  or 
sweeten  to  suit  the  taste.  Wholesome  and 
delicious  for  any  meal  in  combination  with 
fresh  or  preserved  fruits. 

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TORONTO  OFFICE:  49  WELLINGTON  STREET  EAST 


A  USEFUL  CHRISTMAS  GIFT 

Kveiy  mother  knows  wh;it  washing  means  for  a  family  of  children. 
Little  (leliiate  garments,  lots  of  them,  badly  soiled,  the  sort  that  go  to 
pieces  quickly  by  the  rubboard  grinding  process  of  cleunlog-  Lots  of  mend- 
i'lg  after  tlie  washing  because  of  washboard  wear.  Lots  of  time  and  money 
spent  in  tlio  nuiking.  Why  wear  thorn  out  and  wear  yourself  out,  In  the 
liroeess  of  cle-annf-'V  Time  was  th.it  no  lipttcr  way  existed,  but  is  there  ,iny 
i'ns4>  fo:-  (Iciiijj  it    titnt    way  now   w  licii  — 

The  "EASY"  Vacuum  Washer  has  come  to  your  relief. 

It  saves  time  and  elotliing— money— at  a  rate  that  you  raniiot  afford  to  do  without  it. 
Actually  cleans  the  clothes  man  thoronghly  than  you  call  do  it  by  hand.  Air  presnure 
and  vacuum  sr.ction  a.s  applied  in  the  "BASY"  Washer  means  the  greatest  ?vw.<iihlt' 
tc  .noTiy  an  I   thi'   n^iwt    ciuiphtc   fitednm   fmm  washboai-d   dnKlgco'. 

Nothing  could  be  more  appreciated  at*  a  Xmas  Gift.  Nothi"R:  would 
he.  ('hoirp  of  Klei'lric,  fiasoline  or  Hand  driven  nia<  hf n^s,  all  effective 
;ind  hii^hly  satisfactory.  Ordern  »liould  be  plucefl  !o  advance,  under 
preMcnt    materini   and   labor  shortages.      Write  to-day. 

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their  business  to  prevent  stuff  unlawfully 
coming  into  the  country,  now  they  must  see 
that  it  does  not  unlawfully  go  out.  The  strip 
of  land  three  miles  running  along  the  fron- 
tier is  a  special  zone  in  which  the  inhabitants 
need  permits  for  all  goods  which  they  use. 
Some  dwellers  in  the  zone,  nevertheless,  have 
been  highly  successful  in  paying  off  mort- 
gages in  recent  months. 

Although  many  people  are  in  business  for 
themselves  in  the  smuggling  game,  others 
are  but  employees  in  extensive  systems.  One 
contraband  distributing  concern  is  known  to 
have  its  headquarters  at  Rozendaal,  whence 
it  sends  a  stream  of  people,  even  young  boys, 
across  the  line  into  Belgium. 

In  addition  to  the  "honest"  smuggler  one 
finds  the  dealer  who  cheats  his  confiding 
German  customer  when  possible.  This  has 
happened  sufficiently  often  to  cause  Forae 
Gerinan  newspapers,  including  the  Berliner 
Tageblat,  to  warn  their  readers  to  beware  of 
the  wily  Dutchman.  Cases  have  been  exposed 
where  German  purchasers  of  oil  have  later 
had  the  unpleasant  truth  dawn  upon  them 
that  they  have  paid  exorbitant  prices  for 
ordinary  water  that  has  been  topped  with  oil. 
There  is,  of  course,  another  side  to  this 
story.  Holland  is  not  only  the  Gateway  to 
Germany.  It  is  also  the  Gateway  to  Eng- 
land. The  exports  do  not  all  go  across  the 
lonely  frontier  of  the  Eastern  heath.  They 
sail  in  little  ships  across  the  North  Sea  and 
enter  the  Kingdom  of  Great  Britain.  Pro- 
visions of  all  sorts  go  to  England,  and  so 
great  is  the  demand  for  transports  of  all 
kinds  that  ships  of  incredible  antiquity  and 
unbelievable  unseaworthiness  have  been 
pressed  into  this  service.  Butter,  meat,  eggs, 
but  most  especially  vegetables  and  fruit,  are 
every  day  sent  across  the  North  Sea  to  Eng- 
land. A  German  submarine  intercepted  a  few 
of  these  ships  and  brought  them  to  Zeebrugge. 
Upon  arrival  there  it  was  found  that  they 
were  carrying  eggs  by  the  million  and  other 
things  in  proportion. 

Now  the  people  of  Holland  are  not  funda- 
mentally interested  in  the  cause  of  Germany. 
Like  the  people  of  most  small  nations  they 
are  interested  in  their  own  existence.  Their 
big  neighbors  have  never  treated  them  very 
well.  Now  that  they  are  fighting  each  other, 
Holland  and  Denmark  and  Sweden  and  Nor- 
way and  Switzerland  want  to  keep  out  of  the 
struggle.  But  meanwhile  they  sell  their 
wares  wherever  there  is  a  demand  for  them, 
just  as  America  and  every  other  nation  is 
doing.  The  price  of  eggs  and  nothing  else 
influences  the  final  sale  of  this  product  of 
the  industrious  chicken.  The  demand  for 
veal  carries  calves  across  the  sea  or  across 
the  land-frontier.  The  desire  for  fresh  but- 
ter influences  the  butter  export  westward  or 
eastward,  but  no  considerations  of  interna- 
tional politics. 

Holland  has  war-time  interest  other  than 
that  of  trade.  More  news  filters  through  it 
than  through  any  other  country,  and  clashes 
of  opinion  not  possible  in  a  belligerent  coun- 
try result  in  many  interesting  disclosures. 
Rotterdam,  for  example,  is  twelve  hours  from 
Berlin  and  the  same  war-time  distance  from 
London.  It  is  less  than  four  hours  from 
Brussels  and  only  five  hours  from  the  great 
fortress  and  commercial  city  of  Cologne.  The 
traveller  who  left  the  heart  of  the  British 
Empire  in  the  morning  is  in  the  evening 
jostled  by  the  crowd  in  the  narrow  Hoog 
Straat  with  his  deadly  enemy  who  has  left 
Unter  den   Linden  the  .same  morning. 

Both  sides  forbid  the  importation  of  enemy 
newspapers  except  by  duly  authorized  per- 
.sons,  and  it  is  in  Holland  that  these  persons 
snap  up  copies  of  the  enemy  press  and  hurry 
them  to  their  respective  governments  anc 
leading  newspaper  oflices  in  London  and  Ber- 


lin, where  they  are  officially  devoured  with 
searching  scrutiny. 

Holland  is  furthermore  a  fertile  ground 
for  skilled  correspondents.  Some  of  the  big 
London  dailies,  working  entirely  independ- 
ently of  the  Government  and  solely  bent  on 
news  scoops,  have  rivaled  the  agents  of  the 
far-famed  German  secret  service  in  obtain- 
ing valiiable  information  of  enemy  plans  and 
doings.  These  correspondents  have  built  up 
skilled  corps  of  assistants  who  cover  every 
possible  source  of  information,  and  who  flit 
to  the  Belgian  border,  not  always  stopping 
there. 

One  London  correspondent  attracted  wide 
attention  by  accurately  foretelling  the  second 
battle  of  Ypres  more  than  a  week  before  the 
great  German  attack.  This  notwithstanding 
that  Germany  had  for  some  time  locked  her 
frontiers  to  every  one,  even  Germans,  going 
out. 

But  what  about  the  Dutchman  who  is  not 
a  maker  of  regulations  or  a  breaker  of  them, 
what  of  the  average  citizen  of  this  artificial 
land  where  countless  windmills  continue  to 
brandish  their  long  arms  despite  the  war, 
where  canal  boats  are  poled  through  streets 
of  water,  where  the  countryman  clatters 
along  in  his  wooden  shoes  while  well-dressed 
men  and  women  alight  from  automobiles  be- 
fore luxurious  restaurants  and  clubs  at  the 
Hague? 

When  on  one  occasion  I  asked  a  foreign 
diplomat  his  opinion  on  war  sympathy  in 
Holland  he  irritably  replied:  '"The  Dutch 
are  pro-Dutch!"  I  agree  with  him,  but  I 
also  grant  them  the  privilege  to  consider 
the  welfare  of  their  own  country  first. 
Some,  to  be  sure,  are  for  Germany,  others  are 
for  the  Entente,  but  all  realize  the  true 
position  of  their  country  as  a  real  power  in 
the  world  of  to-day.     The  Dutch  are  a  slow- 


going,  hard-working,  practical  people  who  are 
careful  to  make  no  bluffs  that  they  cannot 
back  up.  They  make  no  idle  boast  based  upon 
the  fact  that  their  armies  once  beat  the  great- 
est soldiers  in  Europe  and  their  fleet  made 
proud  England  strike  her  flag. 

What  they  clearly  realize  is  that  Hol- 
land is  a  little  nation  of  only  six  million 
people  and  that  it  stands  second  among  the 
nations  in  the  extent  of  its  colonial  holdings. 
The  Dutch  are  proud  of  their  little  navy, 
but  they  know  that  it  would  be  quite  useless 
for  them  to  attempt  to  defend  their  colonies. 
Therefore,  although  they  can  naturally  dis- 
pose of  their  home  produce  where  they  wish, 
they  do  not  challenge  England's  decree  that 
their  colonial  products  shall  be  imported  into 
Holland  under  the  same  conditions  that  other 
products  are  imported  through  the  N.O.T.  In 
other  words,  Holland  may  sell  her  own  pro- 
duce to  Germany,  but  not  the  produce  of  her 
colonies. 

On  the  other  hand  the  Dutch  well  realize 
that  their  fiat  country  offers  scant  defence 
as  compared  to  a  mountainous  country  like 
Switzerland.  To  be  sure,  they  can  open  the 
flood  gates,  but  that  would  be  only  to  let 
the  sea  destroy  some  of  the  land  in  order  to 
bar  the  Germans  from  the  rest — a  very  des- 
perate proceeding. 

Finally,  Holland,  unlike  the  Balkan  states, 
has  not  the  slightest  object  in  entering  upon 
a  war,  except  in  absolute  self-defence,  in 
which  case  she  would  undoubtedly  fight  as 
valiantly  as  when  she  drove  the  Spaniards 
from  the  land.  She  plots  only  against  her 
old,  ever-present  enemy,  the  sea;  indeed,  the 
Dutch  have  already  completed  plans  to  roll 
back  the  Zuyder  Zee,  which  ruthlessly  invaded 
their  territory  in  the  thirteenth  century,  and 
so  enlarge  their  country. 


A  Town  Shot  Dead 


.1  Typical  Picture  of  the  Aftermath 

of  War  on   the  Anstria- 

Jtalian  Front 


THE  following  war-picture  was  sent  from 
the  Italian  front  by  a  correspondent  to 
The  Outlook.  The  writer's  graphic  portrayal 
of  the  trail  of  war  in  the  Austro-Italian  ter- 
ritory seems  well  worth  reproducing.  We 
quote  from  his  own  words: 

Have  you  ever  seen  a  man  who  had  been 
shot  dead?  Or,  rather,  have  you  ever  entered 
a  house  in  which  a  man  had  been  murdered 
and  the  body  of  the  victim  was  still  warm?  It 
is  an  unpleasant  picture  to  call  up,  but  it  is 
the  only  way  to  give  some  idea  of  how  it  feels 
when  you  stealthily  enter  the  town  of  X. 

It  used  to  be  a  flourishing  little  Austrian 
( ity  before  the  war,  alive  and  gay  with  a  civic 
life  and  a  civic  pride  of  its  own.  Then  came 
the  audacious  dash  of  the  Italians  for  the 
lower  Isonzo,  and  the  Austrian  soldiers  were 
driven  across  the  river.  There  they  turned 
around  under  cover  of  their  mountain  for- 
tresses and  shot  the  little  city  dead.  They 
might  have  stopped  then,  because  it  is  just 
like  a  corpse  and  cannot  fight  back  even  if  it 
would;  but  they  have  riddled  its  body  time 
and  again,  uselessly,  cruelly,  wickedly. 

I  say  this  because  I  saw  it  done  when  I 
went  to  "view  the  body"  as  a  sort  of  neutral 
coroner,  and  the.se  are  my  findings  upon  an 
actual  inspection. 

We  had  driven  from  Army  Headquarters 
past  the  rear  lines  and  encampments  through 


that  zone  I  have  heretofore  described  as 
being  within  reach  of  the  long-range  guns  of 
the  enemy,  and  where  civilians  still  prefer  to 
take  the  chance  of  an  occasional  bombard- 
ment to  the  severance  of  the  old  home  ties. 

Now  we  were  leaving  all  that  behind  us 
for  more  exposed  highways.  Where  there  was 
no  shelter  of  wall  or  cover  of  trees  on  the 
highroad  the  military  chauffeur  would  put  on 
full  power  and  the  machine  covered  the  open 
stretch  on  racing  time.  It  is  really  wonder- 
ful how  fast  an  automobile  can  be  made  to 
go  when  it  is  a  question  of  dodging  shells; 
it  is  a  speed  test  which  our  automobile  selling 
agents  might  consider. 

As  we  drove  into  the  square  of  the  mur- 
dered city  a  strange  sensation  seized  one;  it 
was  very,  very  still,  with  houses  which  were 
more  impressive  because  of  their  look  of  hav- 
ing been  absolutely  and  hastily  untenanted 
than  on  account  of  their  dismantled  appear- 
ance. 

In  all  this  solitude  a  lone  sentinel  presented 
arms  to  our  colonel  as  we  got  out  of  the  car. 
He  was  the  only  fighting  man  visible,  and 
of  no  military  value,  but  he  was  guarding  the 
corpse.  You  looked  down  deserted  streets, 
with  roses  blooming  on  shattered  walls;  noble 
horse-chestnut  trees  with  their  white  spring 
blossoms  stood  majestically  still  near  roofless 
houses;  you  saw  the  well-laid-out  little  parks 
of  the  town,  coo!  and  refreshing,  but  with  the 
grass  of  the  lawns  grown  high  and  ragged. 
A  desperate  loneliness  was  all  around  the 
place. 

Over  all  this  stillness  there  gripped  at  your 
heart  a  strange,  unexplainable  feeling  that 
you    were    not    alone    in    this    solitude;    that 


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somewhere,  perhaps  under  your  feet  or  in  the 
shelter  of  those  trees,  gome  one  was  watchinjf. 

You  could  see  nothing  of  human  life  except 
the  shell  of  its  social  expression;  there  were 
churches  with  their  carved  doors  nailed  up, 
there  were  public  buildings  with  broken  panes 
And  awnings  in  shreds,  schools  and  asylum!- 
with  doors  ajar  and  shutters  thrown  open, 
like  corpses  of  dead  men  with  their  glassy, 
staring  eyes  turned  towards  the  light.  You 
missed  the  children  at  play,  you  missed  the 
women  at  the  thresholds  of  houses,  you  missed 
every  kind  of  human  life  in  that  deserted  place 
which  was  meant  to  be  lived  in.  You  missed 
the  horses  and  the  oxen,  the  rumble  of  carts, 
the  tread  of  feet.  Had  a  dog  jumped  out 
at  you,  it  would  have  been  like  meeting  a 
dear,  beloved  friend. 

The  cannonading  wag  a  welcome  break  in 
the  silence,  because  it  made  you  feel  that 
after  all,  something  was  going  on,  and  that 
that  something  was  war,  and  not  some  .secret, 
impenetrable,  sinister  action  behind  your  back. 
That  furtive  sense  which  gripped  us  on  our 
arrival  had  been  awful;  it  seemed  so  wretched 
to  force  this  sort  of  a  fate  upon  a  trim, 
living  town  like  this,  a  town  which  had  com- 
fortably housed  so  many  peaceful  people  and 
had  obviously  given  her  citizens  so  many  legi- 
timate pleasureg  and  social  advantages. 

As  you  walked  stealthily  by  its  schools  and 
theatres,  past  its  once  busy  shops  and  stores, 
and  gazed  at  its  pleasantly  gardened  inns,  all 
snugly  within  its  stout  mediaeval  walls,  the 
wretchedness  of  the  fate  visited  upon  it 
seemed  a  great  injustice.  A  new  feeling  came 
upon  me,  a  new  realization  of  the  truth:  the 
little  town,  after  all,  had  not  been  shot  dead; 
't  had  been  wounded  and  then  buried  alive. 
t  had,  I  now  perceive,  some  signs  of  life, 
nowever  weak,  but  it  couldn't  move;  it  did 
not  have  a  chance  to  fight  back. 

The  Italians  complain  that  this  town  is  an 
example  of  how  the  Austrians  make  a  civic 
centre  of  no  military  value  uninhabitable 
when  they  have  to  give  it  up,  merely  through 
wantonness  and  the  lust  of  destruction.  I 
cannot  pass  on  the  justice  of  this  complaint, 
but  apparently  there  was  only  a  handful  of 
soldiers  there,  doing  police  duty,  and  abso- 
lutely no  artillery  or  defenses  of  any  kind. 
The  place  lies  on  an  open  plain  by  a  broad 
river's  edge  where  nothing  can  be  masked. 

We  walked  carefully  about  the  town,  with 
the  feeling  that  some  terrible  pest  had  rav- 
aged its  citizens  and  eaten  like  a  gangrene  at 
its  very  walls.  The  havoc  made  by  the  mere 
air  suction  of  the  Austrian  three-hundred- 
and-fives  is  amazing,  while  some  of  the 
enemy's  hits  have  caused  the  most  bizarre 
wounds  in  certain  buildings.  Half  a  house 
would  be  down,  while  the  household  effects  of 
the  other  half,  although  it  was  close  to  the 
edge  of  the  "smash,"  were  perfectly  all  right, 
even  the  glass  articles  uninjured.  Most  of 
the  house  doors  were  ajar,  and  through  them 
one  could  see  the  furniture  thrown  about  in 
confusion;  or  a  wall  would  be  left  standing 
with  carefully  starched  curtains  at  the  win- 
dows as  a  frame  for  the  vista  of  blue  sky 
through  the  roofless  home.  Alas  for  the  loving 
hands  which  had  labored  to  make  that  home 
bright! 

From  one  of  the  houses  came  a  few  bars 
of  music,  a  few  cracked  notes  of  a  piano 
which  had  weathered  the  storm  so  far, 
touched  by  a  passing  soldier;  the  notes 
sounded  like  a  mocking,  derisive  voice.  Where 
bombs  or  shells  had  not  struck,  the  walls  bore 
signs  of  rifle  shots;  and  you  could  gather 
handfuUs  of  Austrian  bullets  along  the  high- 
ways. We  were  ordered  to  keep  close  to  the 
left  of  the  streets  and  hug  the  walls,  so  as 
not  to  be  seen  by  the  enemy  on  the  near-by 
mountains;  a  few  days  before  the  Austrians 
had  caught  sight  of  a   group  of  war  corres- 


pondents and  had  poured  shrapnel  for  two 
hours  along  their  road  of  retreat,  forcing  the 
representatives  of  the  mighty  press  to  lie 
flat  on  their  stomachs  till  the  fire  had  ceased. 
As  we  drew  closer  to  the  end  of  the  town, 
nearer  to  the  enemy's  lines,  the  houses  were 
battered  into  all  sorts  of  strange,  dead  atti- 
tudes, like  men  you  see  on  a  battlefield  after 
an  assault  on  a  wired  intrenchment.  The 
silence,  when  unpunctuated  by  the  cannon- 
ading, added  to  the  awful  brooding  feeling 
which  seemed  to  hand  stealthily  and  furtively 
over  everything.  The  scene  was  so  oppres- 
sive that  in  the  end  any  sociable  thing,  even 
if  smashed  and  in  ruins,  had  a  sort  of  wild 
charm  and  mad  attraction.  The  awkwardly 
painted  sign  on  the  Oalerie  yielded  the  plea- 
surableness  of  works  of  art;  a  bureau  or  a 
pitcher  and  basin  in  a  dismantled  house  made 
you  breathe  more  easily.  When  I  climbed 
through  the  debris  of  the  Teatro  Sociale  and 
entered  one  of  the  few  boxes  left  standing,  I 
felt  like  clapping  my  hands;  the  stage  was 
down,  but  you  could  see  the  dressing-rooms 
at  the  back  and  the  sylvan  scenery  in  a  heap 
in  the  pit.  Duse  had  played  there  and  the 
Commedia  dell'  Arte  had  found  a  hospitable 
home.  The  theatre-goers  of  this  Austrian 
town  had  evidently  been  loyal  Venetians; 
they  had  raised  a  marble  tablet  to  Gallina  and 
a  bust  to  Goldoni,  making  their  allegiance 
to  Italy  under  a  permis.sible  admiration  for 
Italian  comedy.  Somehow,  after  the  tense- 
ness outside,  you  felt  strangely  joyous  here; 
thousands  had  laughed  and  enjoyed  them- 
selves right  where  you  stood,  and  not  so 
very  long  ago.  The  sense  of  their  pleasure 
was  still  about  the  place,  despite  the  havoc. 
1  could  see  the  throng  of  fathers  and  mothers. 


of  children  and  youths,  gathered  here,  enjoy- 
ing the  simple,  imperishable  art  of  Carlo 
Goldoni.  The  wickedness  of  the  Teutonic 
military  castes  in  disturbing  a  peaceful  Eur- 
ope never  struck  me  as  so  criminal,  so  un- 
necessary, as  here  in  this  homely  playhouse 
as  I  looked  over  the  ravaged  theatre  of  this 
little  town  whose  deserted  streets  bore  every 
index  of  a  laborious,  peace-loving  community. 

I  walked  back  in  a  melancholy  mood  to- 
wards our  starting-point,  where  our  machine 
was  waiting.  Yet  as  I  walked  the  cloud 
lifted  very  quickly.  Though  all  was  desolation 
about  us  and  only  immovable  ghosts  seemed  to 
have  been  left  of  a  past  busy  life,  yet  the  spell 
of  Italian  geniality  was  somehow  making 
itself  felt.  Even  a  corporal's  guard  on  the 
place  sufficed  for  the  miracle.  I  saw  the 
"geniality"  walking  down  a  ravaged  .street  in 
the  shape  of  a  young  peasant  soldier  with  a 
flask  of  ruby-red  wine  in  one-  hand  and  a 
bright  red  rose  in  the  other.  Then  I  became 
aware  that  there  were  many,  many  birds 
singing  in  this  desolation  of  man,  and  that 
flowers  were  blooming  in  profusion  and  in 
fragrant   loveliness  ail   about  us. 

The  tenseness  seemed  over,  and  my  heart 
exulted  with  every  crash  of  the  guns  on  the 
bloody  mountain  slopes  beyond.  I  felt  cer- 
tain that,  though  this  poor  stricken  town  had 
been  "buried  alive,"  the  good  wine  of  the 
country,  the  humble  wholesome  bread,  and 
the  kindly  care  of  that  handful  of  good 
guardsmen  would  keep  its  poor  heart  going 
until  the  glad  day  when  its  hurt  body  would 
be  lifted  gently  out  of  its  living  tomb  and  the 
Italian  tricolor  run  up  over  those  ancient 
walls  which  were  its  historic  pride  and  which 
the  Venetians  built  against  the  barbarians 
centuries  ago. 


Haig:  The  Fighting  Presbyterian 


.  I  Sketch  of  the  Career  and  ChMracter 

of  the  Cavalryman  Who  Directs 

Britain's  "Big  Push" 


T  T  did  not  come  as  a  surprise  to  military 
■*■  authorities  that  Sir  Douglas,  the  moment 
responsibility  had  been  thrust  upon  him,  re- 
vived the  cavalry.  When  he  was  in  Germany 
long  before  the  war  studying  Prussian  mili- 
tary methods  he  did  not  conceal  from .  the 
friends  he  made  there  that  the  general  staff 
in  Berlin  would  yet  pay  dearly  for  its  neglect 
of  this  arm  of  the  service.  In  making  men- 
tion of  these  things,  says  Current  Opinion, 
the  Paris  Debats  credits  Haig  with  discovery 
of  the  parallel  to  the  Gettysburg  crisis  afford- 
ed by  the  operations  in  western  Europe  to-day. 
Haig  is  said  to  deem  the  Confederate  J.  E.  B. 
Stuart,  the  supreme  cavalry  genius  of  the 
nineteenth  century.  When  he  was  general 
officer  commanding  at  Aldershot,  Haig  im- 
pressed the  details  of  Stuart's  career  upon 
his  staff.  His  failure  to  achieve  promotion 
to  the  very  highest  command  earlier  in  his 
career  —  the  chief  is  fifty-six,  nearly  —  is 
ascribed  to  that  heresy  prevalent  on  the  sub- 
ject of  the  cavalry,  against  which  Haig's  own 
career  has  been  one  long  protest.  He  is  at 
the  head  of  the  "big  push"  because  of  the  be- 
lated discovery  in  Europe  of  the  real  lesson 
of  the  Civil  War  in  America.  Speaking  of  the 
General's  outstanding  personality  and  char- 
acter the  writer  says: 


The  personality  of  Haig  has  much  in  com- 
mon, our  French  contemporary  thinks,  with 
another  of  his  heroes — Stonewall  Jackson. 
Like  the  great  Confederate  leader,  Haig  has  a 
marked  strain  of  evangelical  piety.  He  has  a 
serious  style  of  speech  and  a  touch  of  the  pale 
student,  for  he  has  delved  deeply  into  military 
history  and  written  much  on  the  theme  of 
cavalry.  On  the  whole,  he  is  somber,  like 
Jackson,  rather  than  dashir;j,  in  the  fashion 
of  Stuart,  the  pair  whom  he  seems  to  place 
above  any  others  as  the  heroes  of  his  own 
arm  of  the  service.  Haig  has  humor,  never- 
theless, and  he  sometimes  reveals  it  through 
the  medium  of  an  apt  citation  from  the 
Scriptures,  which  he  reads  diligently.  His  in- 
tellect is  markedly  Scotch  and  metaphy.sical 
and  his  favorite  poet  is  affirmed  to  be  Robert 
Burns.  It  is  said  of  him  that  he  never  reads 
a  novel.  One  of  his  complaints  against  the 
war  office  in  London  has  reference  to  its 
failure  to  provide  music,  a  neglect  now  almost 
a  thing  of  the  past.  The  British  military  band 
yet  bids  fair  to  rival  the  German  trumpeters, 
thanks  to  Haig. 

Looking  somewhat  taller  than  he  is,  owing 
to  the  slimness  of  his  build.  General  Sir 
Douglas  Haig,  in  the  Figaro's  description  of 
him,  suggests  the  military  hero  of  whom 
young  ladies  love  to  read  in  romantic  poems. 
He  is  graceful  in  every  movement,  yet  mascu- 
line in  the  muscular  strength  stamped  upon 
him  by  a  life  of  activity.  The  complexion  is 
swarthy,  tanned  by  African  and  Indian  suns, 
yet  the  bluish  gray  in  the  large  limpid  eye 
flashes  under  gray  brows  and  betrays  the 
northern  extraction.  The  hair  is  grizzled,  like 
the  mustach,  and  imparts  an  oddly  youthful 
finish  to  features  finely  chiseled.  The  salient 
feature  is  the  strong,  shapely  chin.    The  lean 


56 


M  A  0  L  E  A  N  '  S    M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  K 


He  Flags  the  Sleeper 


AT  three-fifteen  the  call 
boy  comes,  to  wake  the 
^  railroad  man.  Big  Ben 
was  on  the  job  first. — He 
started  the  day  at  three.  He 
is  right  on  the  minute  when 
there's  an  early  run. 

The  railroad  boys  all  like  Big 
Ben.  He  helps  them  make  the 
grade.  He  calls,  "All  aboard!"— 
they're  out  of  bed — plenty  of  time 
and  a  grin  ^signals  set  against  a 
grouch — all  cheery  clear  ahead. 

la  Salle,  111.,  U.S.A.  .  Wcstcm  Oock  Co. 

Other  Ifrsldox:  Baby  Ben,  Pocket  Ben,  America, 
_.,^       Bingo,    Sieep-.Xteter,    Lookout     and     Ironclad. 


Big  Ben  will  run  your  day  on 
schedule  time — he'll  sidetrack  the 
Sandman  whenever  you  say. 

You'll  like  Big  Ben  face  to  face.  He's 
seven  inches  tall,  spunky,  neighborly  — 
downright  good  all  through.  He  rings  two 
ways — ten  half-minute  calls  or  steadily  for 
five  minutes. 

Big  Ben  is  six  times  factory  tested.  At 
your  dealer's,  $2.50  in  the  States,  jSj.oo  in 
Canada.  Sent  prepaid  on  receipt  of  price 
if  your  dealer  doesn't  slock  him. 

Wtstchx  folk  build  more  than  three 
million  alarms  a  year — and  build  them 
well.  All  wheels  arc  assembled  by  a  special 
process  —  patented,  of  course.  Result  — 
accuracy,  less  friction,  long  life. 


Makers  of  lyeslclo. 


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brown  hand  clasps  that  chin  in  moments  of 
reflection.  It  is  the  chin  of  an  artist,  and  the 
face  is  the  face  of  an  artist.  Sir  Douglas  is  a 
great  soul,  a  Scot  of  the  breed  that  has  given 
currency  to  the  saying  that  "tender  and  true" 
is  the  north  from  which  he  comes.  The  voice 
in  which  his  few  words  are  spoken  is  low, 
modulated  to  the  atmosphere  of  the  drawin;;- 
room,  yet  commanding,  decisive.  He  moves 
quickly,  yet  his  gestures  are  few.  The  figure 
is  clean  cut,  the  build  slight,  the  cheek  dark- 
ened by  years  of  the  closest  shaving,  the  bear- 
ing very  straight,  like  the  walk,  which  is  re- 
gular, rigid.  Sir  Douglas  does  not  lean  against 
the  back  of  the  chair  in  which  he  sits.  His 
hair  is  plastered  down  upon  the  head. 

The  career  of  the  General  has  been  that  of 
the  typical  younger  son  in  a  wealthy  and 
aristroeratic  British  family.  The  English  and 
the  Scotch  are  blended  in  him.  His  own  early 
ambitions  were  literary  and  his  career  at  Ox- 
ford was  distinguished  from  that  point  of 
view;  but  a  decline  in  the  family  fortunes 
made  a  career  important  and  his  skill  as  a 
rider  indicated  the  cavalry.  He  was  an  "in- 
tellectual" from  the  start  and  even  in  his 
early  days  as  a  hussar  he  found  the  excessive 
centralization  of  the  war  office  system  a  check 
upon  efficiency.  He  stagnated  until  the  ex- 
pedition into  the  Sudan  which,  under  Kitch- 
ener, made  an  end  of  the  Mahdi.  He  owed  his 
important  appointment  with  that  force  to  the 
fact  that  he  was  single.  Kitchener  holding  that 
marriage  was  an  obstacle  to  a  successful  mili- 
tary career.  Haig  did  not  share  the  distrust 
of  women  which  is  said  to  have  characterized 
the  hero  of  Khartoum.  In  fact,  he  is  to-day 
a  married  man  and  his  only  child,  a  girl,  is 
about  ten  years  old.  Although  Haig  was  for 
a  long  time  thrown  constantly  with  Kitchener, 
discussing  plans  of  campaign  with  him  in 
Egypt,  sharing  with  him  the  hardships  of  the 
weary  drive  through  the  desert  and  taking 
the  liberty  now  and  then  of  making  sugges- 
tions, when  asked,  that  were  not  at  all  palat- 
able to  the  hero  of  the  hour  the  relations  of 
the  pair  were  delightful.  Kitchener  did  Haig 
the  unusual  honor  of  shaking  hands  with  him 
whenever  they  met  after  an  absence  of  any 
duration  and  they  often  lunched  together. 
The  fact  that  Haig  not  only  "got  on"  with  so 
cold  and  distant  a  being  as  the  Sirdar,  but 
thawed  him  into  a  warmth  of  cordiality  has 
often  been  cited  as  proof  of  the  characteristic 
charm  of  the  great  cavalryman.  It  would  not 
be  easy,  according  to  the  French  daily  which 
dwells  upon  this  point,  to  say  precisely  how 
this  charm  in  Haig  becomes  manifest,  but 
Kitchener  undoubtedly  succumbed  to  it  and 
saw  that  the  efficient  Scot  was  mentioned  in 
despatches  and  rewarded  with  promotion. 

Haig's  real  opportunity  came  in  the  South 
African  war,  according  to  the  London  News, 
for  it  was  his  work  with  the  cavalry  that 
brought  him  under  the  notice  of  General 
French  and  turned  the  tide  of  British  disaster. 
Here  it  was  that  his  piety  shone.  Haig  does 
not  swear  or  gamble  or  dance  all  night  at 
revels  or  affect  the  dress  uniform  of  his  rank. 
This  asceticism  has  always  been  understood, 
for  he  has  the  Presbyterian  temperament 
markedly.  The  officer's  mess  whs  not,  all  the 
same,  prepared  for  his  reply  to  the  quarter- 
master who  asked  him  during  the  Colesberg 
operations  if,  in  a  brush  with  the  Boers,  he 
had  lost  anything.  "Yes,"  confessed  Haig 
solemnly,  "my  Bible!"  Not  once  did  his 
countenance  relax  is  gravity  as  he  gazed  at 
the  grinning  faces  in  his  vicinity.  To  this  day, 
Hiiig  is  grimly  Scot  in  his  spirituality,  attend- 
ing Presbyterian  services  every  .Sabbath  at 
the  front,  reveling  in  doctrinal  sermons  that 
arc  not  at  all  brief.  He  suggests  Gladstone 
in    a    certain    passion    for    theology,    and    his 


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private  library,  when  he  was  general  officer 
eommandine  at  Aldershot,  was  well  stocked 
with  works  on  polemic  divinity.  Haig  has  a 
decided  taste  for  reading,  which,  even  when 
of  a  serious  kind,  is  one  of  his  relaxations. 
He  keeps  in  close  touch  with  the  very  heaviest 
periodical  literature  and  he  can  read  German 
and  French  as  readily  as  he  reads  English. 
He  has  likewise  an  excellent  working  know- 
ledge of  Arabic. 

The  statement  that  Haig  has  qualities  that 
are  solid  rather  than  brilliant  must  not  b^in- 
terpreted  in  a  mistaken  sense,  according  "to 
the  Temps.  He  has  intellect  and  character  in 
perfect  balance,  the  thing  so  much  admired 
by  Napoleon.  He  profoundly  impressed  the 
members  of  the  general  staff  in  Berlin  when 
he  studied  German  army  methods  there 
several  years  ago.  In  Paris  his  name  was  a 
familiar  one  long  before  the  present  war 
brought  him  renown  with  the  multitude,  for 
Haig  followed  the  manoeuvres  in  the  Cham- 
pagne country  and  elsewhere  in  the  capacity 
of  British  military  attache.  The  net  impres- 
sion in  the  French  journalistic  mind,  based 
upon  first-hand  knowledge,  is  that  Haig  has 
the  very  strength  of  character  prescribed  by 
Napoleon  for  him  who  must  wage,  with  a  per- 
fect sense  of  its  significance,  the  kind  of 
battle  that  history  will  call  decisive.  He  has 
not  exemplified  the  supreme  defect  of  generals 
pointed  out  by  the  immortal  Corsican.  "They 
took  their  position  into  careful  consideration 
they  formed  their  combinations  and  mediated 
upon  them,  but  there  began  their  indecision, 
and  nothing  was  more  difficult  and  yet  more 
precious  than  to  know  how  to  decide."  It  is 
in  knowing  how  to  decide  that  Haig  shows 
the  rare  form  of  brilliance  that  is  peculiariy 
his.  Decision  is  in  the  line  from  the  chin 
through  to  the  cheek,  in  the  click  of  the  jaw 
like  iron  when  it  is  set  after  issuing  the  word 
of  command. 

The    extreme    deference    of    Haig    for    the 
views  of  his  subordinates  and  the  charm  of  his 
manner  in  dealing  with  them  are  a  revelation 
to   those   at   the   British   war   office   who    had 
accustomed    themselves    to    the    gruffness    of 
Kitchener.     His  daily  relaxation  of  a  horse- 
back ride  affords  him  opportunities  for  that 
intimate  personal  touch  which  is  so  essentia!  a 
feature  of  his  system.    Only  through  personal 
contact,  as  he  said  long  ago  to  a  staff  at  Aider- 
shot,  can  the  commander  inform  an  army  with 
the  spirit  of  victory,  and  in  the  practice   of 
this    subtle    art    Haig    may    be    described    as 
bkobeleff  is  outlined  by  de  Vogue.     He  is  so 
extraordinary  that  he  can  magnetize  a  crowd 
with  the  hope  within   him.     He  does   not  in- 
vent  a  strategy  to  become  classical  in  military 
academies  because  he  has  a  higher  and  a  more 
effective    gift-that    of    communicating    the 
ardor  of  combat  until  thousands  rush  at  his 
word  of  command  upon   the   foe.     His  is  the 
magnetism  without  which  every  general,  how- 
ever commanding  his  intellect,  however  noble 
Ins  character,  remains  the  cold  calculator  of 
combinations  that  inspire  no  victory  and  re- 
main sterile  in  the  brain  that  conceived  them. 
It  13  this  mysterious  quality  which  renders  a 
distribution  of  decorations  and  rewards  over 
which    the    "Chief"    himself   presides    and    at 
which  the  humblest  rifleman   in   the  trenches 
has   his   gracious   word    with   the   corps   com- 
mander as  intimate  as  a  family  reunion  and 
gives  point  to  the  phrase  so  often  on  the  lips 
of  Haig  on  these  occasions:  "We  are  all  here 
brothers  in  arms."    His  manner  to  his  men  is 
a   demonstration  of  it. 


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Glimpses  of  the  Private  and  Military 

Life   of   the    Chief  of   the 

German  General  Staff 


ON  August  29,  1914,  General  Quartermas- 
ter von  Stein  sent  out  the  famous  tele- 
gram: "Our  troops  in  Prussia,  under  the  lead- 
ership of  Major-General  von  Hindenburg  have 
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Narew,  consisting  of  five  army  corps  and  three 
divisions  of  cavalry,  in  a  three  days'  battle 
near  Gilgenburg  and  Ortelsburg,  and  they  are 
following  the  enemy  over  the  frontier."  No 
one  in  Germany  e.xcept  the  Kaiser  and  the 
military  men  had  heard  the  name  Hindenburg 
before,  but  at  once  it  was  known  to  the  whole 
German  nation  and  to  the  whole  world — Ger- 
many had  a  new  national  hero.  He  now  holds 
the  destinies  of  the  Central  Powers  in  his 
hand  by  his  new  appointment  as  chief  of  the 
great  German  General  Staff.  The  New  York 
Sun  gives  the  following  interesting  sketches 
of  the  character  of  the  man  who  can  so 
wholly  inspire  the  confidence  of  his  country- 
men: 

Von  Hindenburg  is  very  tall  and  broad- 
shouldered.  His  features  remind  us  of  Bis- 
marck— "hewn  with  an  axe."  He  is  idolized 
by  his  soldiers,  who  feel  that  they  are  the 
best  taken  care  of  when  he  is  command.  He 
is  human  when  he  is  with  his  men,  but  at 
the  same  time  he  is  bound  to  get  the  last 
ounce  of  vigor  out  of  his  armies.  His  stra- 
tegy is  admired  by  friend  and  foe.  He  always 
knows  how  to  find  the  weakest  point  of  the 
enemy.  He  never  gives  up,  and  keeps  at  it 
like  a  bulldog. 

After  defeating  the  enemy  he  follows  up  his 
victory  in  the  most  merciless  fashion.  He 
gives  the  enemy  no  chance  to  rest  and  recup- 
erate. He  draws  his  men  with  an  unheard  of 
energy,  but  they  are  always  ready  to  give  him 
their  last  drop  of  blood  and  their  last  bit  of 
strength.  They  feel  satisfied,  confident  and 
happy  when  Hindenburg  is  in  command.  His 
companion,  friend,  adviser,  conjutor  and  best 
comrade  is  the  chief  of  his  staff.  Gen.  von 
Ludendorf,  who  is  praised  as  one  of  the  best 
officers  of  the  whole  German  army. 

Von  Hindenburg  is  very  real,  but  at  the 
same  time  myths  have  surrounded  him  as  they 
did  Bismarck  and  Von  Moltke.  One  of  the 
best  books  published  about  Von  Hindenburg's 
personality  and  his  private  life,  his  youth  and 
his  development  has  been  written  by  his 
brother,  Bernard  von  Hindenburg.  If  you 
read  this  book  you  will  be  struck  by  the  senti- 
mentalities of  young  Von  Hindenburg.  He 
went  to  the  "Jahrmarket"  in  Glogau,  but  did 
not  spend  any  money  on  himself;  he  bought 
for  his  grandmother  sixpence  worth  of  can- 
died orange  peels  because  the  old  lady  liked 
to  munch  it;  some  chocolate  cigars  for  his 
brother  and  a  rubber  ball  for  his  sister. 

When  he  went  to  public  school  in  Glogau 
he  was  not  considered  a  brilliant  student 
He  chatted  too  much  and  failed  in  arithmetic. 
When  he  left  public  school  in  Walstadt  he 
wrote  his  last  will  and  left  his  toys  and  books 
his  brother  Paul  to  do  as  he  had  done  and  give 
his  lunch,  which  consisted  of  a  roll,  to  a  poor 
boy.  He  wrote  to  his  parents  asking  them  per- 
mission to  take  home  during  his  vacation  some 
of  his  poorest  comrades.  He  made  a  list  of 
the  Christmas  presents  he  wanted;  first  a 
paint  box,  second  a  pocketknife,  third  an  in- 
teresting story  book,  fourth  a  large  diary  and 


an  album,  alongside  of  which  he  put  three 
question  marks,  thinking  that  he  might  be 
asking  too  much. 

Some  of  the  great  character  traits  of 
Von  Hindenburg  are  his  piety,  his  love  for 
the  fatherland  and  his  faithfulness  to  the 
Kaiser.  When  he  was  a  young  lieutenant 
he  used  to  carry  the  New  Testament  in  his 
breast  pocket.  This  saved  his  life  during  the 
Kfanco-German  war.  A  bullet  struck  the 
book  but  did  not  penetrate  all  the  pages.  It  is 
a  well  known  fact  that  in  the  Church  of  Glau- 
witz  Von  Hindenburg  prayed  aloud  for  vic- 
tory. Hindenburg's  private  life  is  absolutely 
clean.  He  never  played  cards  or  drank  ex- 
cessively, and  he  hardly  ever  smoked. 

Von  Hindenburg  never  speaks  of  fate  or 
luck.  He  does  not  talk  about  genius,  but  he 
believes  that  God  helped  him.  "God  helped  me 
to  gain  a  victory  and  the  Kaiser  gave  me  the 
soldiers,  he  made  me  commander,  he  trusted 
me.  Be  grateful  to  God  and  the  Kaiser,  do 
not  thank  me,"  is  what  he  told  the  people  of 
East  Prussia  when  they  came  to  thank  and 
praise  him  as  their  deliverer. 

As  professor  of  the  "Kriegs  Akadamie" 
(sent  there  by  the  order  of  the  General  Staff) 
Von  Hindenburg  found  the  best  occasion  to 
educate  the  young  officers  in  the  most  import- 
ant subject — "applied  military  tactics."  Fred- 
erick the  Great  invented  for  the  benefit  of  his 
army  officers  the  "Kriegs  Spiel"  (war  game), 
and  Von  Hindenburg  followed  in  the  footsteps 
of  the  Prussian  King  by  improving  the  war 
game.  It  is  a  peculiar  coincidence  that  he 
once  worked  out  with  his  pupils  how  td  defeat 
an  invading  army  near  the  Mazurian  lakes, 
exactly  the  location  where  he  achieved  his 
great  victory  over  the   Russians. 

The  friends  and  admirers  of  Von  Hinden- 
burg point  out  that  he  has  been  for  years  a 
member  of  the  great  General  Staff,  that  he 
was  Chief  of  the  Department  of  the  East,  and 
that  the  General  Staff  "could  not  do  without 
him."  It  is  a  fact  that  Von  Hindenburg  did 
great  work  as  chief  army  critic.  He  invented 
a  new  system  of  passing  judgment  on  the 
manoeuvres  and  it  brought  the  best  results. 

They  used  to  tell  a  story  about  Von  Hin- 
denburg and  the  Kaiser,  but  lately  you  do  not 
hear  it  any  more.  The  story  was  that  Von 
Hindenburg  in  his  capacity  as  chief  critic 
criticized  the  Kaiser,  who  was  directly  a 
manceuvre  in  Prussia.  This  resulted  in  his 
retirement.  Of  course  to-day  everybody  will 
call  it  small  talk  and  will  point  out  the  fact 
that  Von  Hindenburg  was  appointed  Comman- 
der of  the  East  by  the  Kaiser  right  after  the 
beginning  of  the  war. 

In  the  East  Von  Hindenburg  was  the  undis- 
puted "boss,"  and  his  connection  with  the 
General  Headquarters  was  kind  of  loose.  He 
was  not  hampered  by  orders  and  enjoyed  the 
full  confidence  of  the  Kaiser. 

When  Von  Hindenburg  (1873-76)  was 
studying  in  the  "Kriegs-Akadamie"  he  be- 
came a  pupil  of  Prof.  Pochhammer,  who 
tells  us  that  Von  Hindenburg  cut  an  impos- 
ing figure.  Ho  called  this  soldier,  over  six 
feet  tall,  with  broad  shoulders,  short  cropped 
hair  and  big  mustache,  broad  forehead,  "the 
living  personification  of  the  war  god."  When 
Prof.  Pochhammer  in  his  lectures  became  tedi- 
ous and  tiresome  Von  Hindenburg  used  to 
take  out  his  maps,  pencils  and  compass  and 
commence  to  work  on  a  plan  for  an  imagin- 
ary battle,  without  paying  any  attention  to 
the  professor. 

To  understand  Von  Hindenburg  and  his 
kind  you  must  know  his  family  tradition. 
About  900  years  ago  the  Beneckendorffs  and 
Von  Hindenburgs  were  living  in  the  Murk. 
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the  year  1130.  Duriflg  the  time  of  the  Great 
Elector  of  Brandenburg  one  of  his  ancestors 
was  Chancellor  and  his  relatives  served  in  the 
army.  Two  branches  of  the  families  of  Von 
Beneckendork  and  Von  Hindenburg  united  in 
1789  and  adopted  the  double  name  "Von 
BeneckendorfT  and  Von  Hindenburg."  The 
ancestors  of  Von  Hindenburg  were  with  only 
a  few  exceptions  soldiers  who  served  the 
HohenzoUern  well  and  were  good  Christians. 

His  father,  Robert  Von  Beneckendorf  and 
Von  Hindenburg,  died  Airril  16,  1902,  a  retired 
major.  His  mother,  Louise  Schwickert,  was 
the  daughter  of  an  army  surgeon.  Von  Hin- 
denburg was  born  October  2,  1847,  in  Posen, 
where  his  father  was  lieutenant  and  aide  de 
camp.  As  little  Paul  wanted  to  follow  the 
career  of  his  ancestors,  he  was  sent  to  the 
military  school.  On  April  7,  1866,  he  became 
Lieutenant  of  the  Royal  Prussian  Guards.  In 
the  same  year  he  went  to  war  and  fought  with 
distinction  in  the  battles  of  Trauten-au- 
Koenigshof  and  Koniggraetz. 

In  1870  he  fought  against  the  French  in 
the  battles  of  St.  Privat  and  Sedan  and  was 
decorated  with  the  order  of  the  red  cross  and 
the  iron  cross.  In  1872  he  became  First  Lieu- 
tenant. In  1876  he  became  a  member  of  the 
General  Staff.  In  1878  he  was  appointed  Cap- 
tain. On  November  14,  1880,  he  married  Ger- 
trude Von  Sperling.  In  the  year  1885  he 
became  Major  in  the  service  of  the  General 
Staff.  In  1891  he  received  the  title  of  Lieu- 
tenant-Colonel. 

In  1911  he  retired  from  active  service  until 
the  war  of  1914  broke  out,  when  he  again 
returned  to  the  army  and  was  appointed  Com- 
mander in  the  East. 


Our  Victorian 
Evolution 

.1  Protest  Againft  the  DisTual  Theory 
of  the  Decay  of  Nations 


THE  decay  of  nations  is  a  topic  much  in 
vogue  among  people  whose  temper  is 
bad,  or  whose  digestion  is  bad,  or  whose  his- 
toric insight  is  bad,  writes  F.  J.  Gould  in 
Public  Opinion.  We  quote  from  his  spirited 
protest  against  this  catastrophic  view  of 
human  history  as  follows: 

"The  decay  of  nations  is  a  topic  much  in 
vogue  among  people  whose  temper  is  bad,  or 
whose  digestion  is  bad,  or  whose  historical 
insight  is  bad,"  he  writes. 

"Just  now,  after  two  years  of  the  war 
wickedly  opened  by  the  Austrian  Kaiser,  these 
people  have  a  fine  opportunity  for  a  regular 
orgy  of  groans,  sobs,  and  meditations  among 
the  tombs.  They  speak  of  the  decline  and 
fall  of  Babylon,  Nineveh,  Thebes,  Athens, 
Rome,  Constantinople,  Spain,  the  Mogul  Em- 
pire, Napoleon,  and  the  rest.  'History  re- 
peats itself,'  they  wearily  murmur;  'humanity 
reaches  a  brilliant  climax,  only  to  lapse  again, 
and  renew  the  tedious  enterprise,  to  be  once 
more  foiled  of  enduring  success.' 

"The  agitations  of  history  are  incidents  in 
the  ceaseless  movement  of  the  expansion  of 
the  human  race  towards  the  complete  peopl- 
ing and  occupation  of  the  globe.  Vast  spaces 
are  still  awaiting  populations  which  will  ex- 
ploit their  natural  resources.  But  we  can 
see  the  trend  of  events. 

"Even  after  the  globe  is  covered  with  set- 
tlements and  colonies,  a  sort  of  counter  evo- 
lution will  occur.  I  mean  what  may  be  called 
intensive   development,   or   a   continuous   im- 


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institutions,  the  politics,  the  philosophy.  My 
present  thesis  is,  that  the  course  of  human 
destiny  has  borne  us,  and  is  still  bearing  us, 
towards  a  date  when  statisticians  will  record 
a  practical  annexation  of  every  corner  of  the 
earth. 

If  mankind  could  have  started  out  with  an 
earth-planning  committee,  with  constitution 
makers  like  the  Abbe  Sieyes,  and  land  allot- 
ment experts  like  Sir  Rider  H-aggard.  and 
military  organizers  like  Kitchener,  and  finan- 
ciers like  Rothschild,  we  should  have  managed 
things  more  methodically. 

These  patriarchs  would  have  begun  with 
the  valley  of  the  Euphrates  and  Tigris,  or 
the  Nile.  '  Their  successors,  on  seeing  these 
initial  experiments  well  established,  would 
have  summoned  a  Conference  of  Egyptians 
and  Mesopotamians  at  the  midway  city  of 
Jerusalem,  and  sketched  out  peaceable  exten- 
sions into  Eastern  Asia,  into  Europe,  and 
into  Arabia  and  Central  Africa.  When  tiic 
C' reeks  began  to  yearn  for  a  place  in  the 
sun,  they  and  the  Persians  would  have  held 
a  congress  at  Sardis,  and  agreed  on  a  friendly 
dcHmit'ition  of  frontiers.  In  due  time  Rome 
would  have  evolved,  and  would  have  amicably 
persuaded  Athens  and  Macedonia  and  Alex- 
andria to  fall  in  with  a  new  Mediterranean 
polity,  and  Hannibal  would  have  been  ap- 
pointed governor  of  Carthage  on  behalf  of 
the  Roman  Republic. 

"In  the  fifth  century  of  the  Christian  Era 
the  bishop  of  Rome  would  have  sent  out 
writs  for  a  council  of  Roman  pro-counsuls. 
Teutonic  chiefs,  Keltic  tribe-masters,  and 
Druids,  and  propounded  a  scheme  of  devolu- 
tion, under  which  the  huge  Empire  and  its 
border-lands  of  the  north  might  have  been 
divided  up  into  nationalities,  with  centres 
of  municipal  life  and  autonomy. 

"Some  two  centuries  later  the  prophet 
Mohammed  would  have  been  invited  to  inter- 
view the  Pope  at  Crete  or  Sicily,  in  orjer  to 
tnko  mutually  concentrated  measures  for  ap- 
portioning the  regions  most  suited  for  Catho- 
licism or  Islam.  In  1492  Columbu;;  would 
have  gone  sunset-wards,  in  the  name  of  united 
Europe,  and  the  princes  of  the  West  would 
have  sent  embassies  to  Africa,  offering  honor- 
able pay  and  pensions  to  such  negro  com- 
munities as  might  be  willing  to  transfer 
their  activities  to  America." 

And  so  on. 

"Our  ancestors,  however,  did  not  proceed 
on  these  lines  of  co-operation,  consultation, 
and  schedule  times.  To  tell  the  humiliating 
truth,   they   had   not   the   brains   to   do   it. 

"At   the   close   of   each   great  experiment 
Assyrian,  Egyptian,  Macedonian,  Roman,  and 
the    rest   -when    novel    forces    of    expansion 
arose    and    manifested    irresistible    pressure, 
they  could   find   no   way  out  of  the   difficulty 


except  the  sheer  physical  clash  of  war.  At 
each  shock  certain  institutions  and  politics 
declined  or  fell,  but  the  chart  of  history  or 
the  chronoligical  atlas  will  perpetually  tell  of 
enlargement  of  human  views,  human  posses- 
sions,  human   culture,   human   relations. 

"For  instance,  a  moment  arrived  when  the 
American  colonists  became  too  vigorous  and 
too  creative  to  endure  the  officialdom  of  Lon- 
don. The  West  called;  a  New  World  had  to 
be  made  with  rifle,,  plough,  and  canoe;  and, 
unfortunately,  the  only  device  available  for 
Washington  was  to  fight  the  War  of  Inde- 
pendence. Lord  North,  hearing  of  Cornwal- 
lis's  surrender,  stupidly  exclaimed:  'O  God! 
it  is  all  over!'  But  a  magnificent  drama  was 
now  beginning,  and  scene  after  scene  would 
unroll  from  the  prairies  to  the  Rocky  Moun- 
tains, from  the  mountains  to  the  shore  of 
the  great  Pacific,  and  American  mothers  were 
to  bear  such  sons  as  Lincoln,  Grant,  Emer- 
son, Whitman,  Gorgas. 

"As  in  the  United  States,  so  also  in  Canada, 
South  America,  Africa,  India,  Japan,  Austra- 
lia, New  Zealand;  and  so  even  in  old  Europe, 
well  peopled,  yet  not  finally  systematized  and 
harmonized.  New  and  urgent  forces  con- 
tinually emerge,  and  demand  adjustment. 
The  appearance  of  such  new  capacities  and 
needs  is,  in  itself,  wholesome,  natural,  and 
inevitable.  They  are  all  agencies  towards  the 
ultimate  conquest  of  all  nationalities  for  com- 
merce and  joint,  fraternal  action. 

"Agitations,  revolutions  and  wars  (civil  as 
well  as  international)  are  movements  that 
indicate  life,  not  decay,  and  progress,  not  dis- 
solution. They  are  the  painful  adjustments 
necessitated  by  this  gigantic,  and  healthy,  and 
passionate  strife  towards  world-seizure  and 
world-unity.  Wars  or  no  wars,  and  whether 
in  tempest  or  in  serenity,  the  vast  motion 
•must  go  forward. 

"If  you  arc  a  poor  negativist,  you  will  per- 
ceive only  the  tragedy  of  the  adjustments,  and 
cry  shame  on  mankind. 

"If  you  are  a  poor  fatalist,  you  will  say 
wars  are  unavoidable  instruments  of  our  ex- 
pansion   and   adaptation. 

"If  you  are  sane,  you  will  see  that  history 
is  not  a  tale  of  declines,  falls,  and  catas- 
trophes, but  a  drama  of  evolution  into  a 
world-community,  in  which  the  national  mem- 
bers will  be  adjusted  in  mutual  respect  and 
confidence. 

"Those  people  and  those  nations  are  the 
most  reactionary  which  are  slowest  to  at- 
tain the  vision  of  this  final  union,  and  least 
inclined  to  aid  in   its   realization. 

"Those  people  are  the  happiest,  those  na- 
tions the  wisest,  those  international  alliances 
the  most  enduring,  which  have  the  clearest 
conception  of  the  glorious  goal  towards  which 
the  ages  have  unfailingly  struggled,"  con- 
cludes Mr.  Gould. 


Lord   Derby's  Call  For  a  "Central  Party 


The  Need  of  Comtructive  Political 

Action  to  Build  a  New  Britain 

After  the  War 


LORD  DERBY'S  suggestion  of  "one  cen- 
tral party  of  business  mind,"  to  re- 
place the  old  political  parties  after  the  war 
has  created  general  interest  in  Great  Britain. 
The  conception  of  a  new  national  party  in 
British  politics  has  arisen  from  a  combina- 
tion of  circumstances  as  to  which  no  freely- 
working  mind  is  in  any  doubt.  According  to 
Public  Opinion  the  main  considerations  are 
two: 


It  is  taken  as  fundamental,  in  the  first 
place,  that  the  nation  will  be  faced  after  the 
war  with  the  necessity  for  political  action 
of  a  sort,  and  upon  a  scale,  of  which  it  has 
hitherto  had  no  experience;  political  action 
that  must  be  constructive,  far-sighted,  cour- 
ageous, vigorous,  undelaying,  and  free  from 
the  preconceived  ideas  of  the  time  behind  us. 

In  the  second  place,  the  necessity  for 
politicial  action  of  that  character  being  in 
prospect,  what  means  are  there  in  prospect 
for  dealing  with  that  necessity  In  other 
words,  is  our  political  life  as  we  have  known 
it,  organized  upon  the  basis  that  we  have 
known,  and  manned  with  such  personnel  >'nd 
by  such  methods  as  we  have  known,  capable 
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matters,  can  we  look  to  it  to  save  the  country? 
That  is  a  plain  question,  which  we  think 
can  only  be  answered  in  one  way  by  nine- 
tenth  of  those  persons  who  will  put  it  to  them- 
selves in  all  honesty  and  openness  of  mind. 
The  task,  they  will  assuredly  conclude,  will 
be  one  far  beyond  the  powers  inherent  in  the 
political  organism  of  which  the  present  House 
of  Commons  is  the  latest  fruit;  a  House  of 
Commons  elected  for  the  most  part  through 
the  operation  of  a  hopelessly  hide-bound  two- 
party  system,  of  which  the  struggle  for 
office,  and  contention  for  contention's  sake, 
are  the  life  and   soul.  , 

To  say  that  the  system  is  incapable  of  giv- 
ing the  nation  what  it  will  need,  that  it  could 
only  break  down  disastrously  under  the  bur- 
den, would  be  greatly  understating  the  case. 
It  had  already  broken  down,  to  all  intents  and 
purposes,  before  the  war.  At  no  earlier 
period  had  the  moral  authority  of  the  politi- 
cians been  so  small;  af  no  time  had  their 
hold  upon  the  respect  and  confidence  of  the 
country,  outside  political  circles,  been  so 
weak. 

The  conflict  of  ambitions  had  ceased  to  be 
dignified  by  the  association  with  it  of  all  the 
best  of  the  national  mind,  divided  by  genuine 
and  deep-rooted  differences  of  principle;  and 
the  less  there  was  of  that  association  the  more 
plainly  the  paltriness  and  the  insignificance 
of  "professionalized"  politics  came  into  pro- 
minence. 

The  House,  indeed,  had  long  ceased  to  be 
constituted  upon  the  pure  two-party  plan. 
The  approaching  breakdown  of  that  system 
was  plainly  foreshadowed  in  the  presence  of 
powerful  independent  groups;  and  the  neces- 
sity of  bidding  for  the  support  of  these,  or 
intriguing  for  their  detachment,  had  still 
further  lowered  the  tone  of  politics. 

It  is  needless  to  pursue  the  point;  it  will  be 
willingly  conceded  by  most  men  outside  the 
scope  of  party  attachments,  of  whom  the 
number  was  never  anything  approaching 
what  it  is  to-day.  What  we  are  urging  is  that 
thia  system  being  irreclaimably  unfitted  for 
the  work  that  will  have  to  be  done,  a  national 
party  ought  to  be  constituted,  which  should 
appeal  to  the  country,  when  the  time  comes, 
to  place  in  its  hands  the  task  of  building  up 
the  new  Britain. 

To  set  up  such  a  party,  and  to  get  it  into 
power,  is  easier  said  than  done,  we  are  very 
well  aware.  The  experienced  party-organ- 
izers, the  manipulators  of  the  standing  ma- 
chinery of  public  life,  will  smile  at  the  notion, 
exchanging  the  augurs'  wink  as  they  feel 
under  their  hands  the  levers  of  the  two  great 
engines  for  the  directing  or  misleading  of  the 
national  will.  It  is  certainly  true  that  only 
one  thing  can  prevail  against  that  machinery; 
and  that  is  the  strong  and  purposeful  action 
of  men  of  Influence,  men  who  are  known  and 
believed  in,  in  each  part  of  the  country,  in 
each  class,  and  each  calling. 

At  the  bottom  of  the  proposal  is  one  con- 
ception, which  must  appeal  with  equal  force 
to  every  soul  that  knows  the  meaning  of 
patriotism — the  conception  that  after  the  war 
the  danger  of  ruin  will  be  not  less  great,  the 
need  for  self-restraint  and  sacrifice  not  less 
urgent,  tha7i  it  is  while  the  war  endures." 


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very  Interesting.     I   remain 

Lieut.  Harold  S.   llutchlngs. 

Haiiilllon,  June  l."),  191(1. 
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magazine. 


M  A  CLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


63 


The  Channel  Tunnel 
Scheme 

'^rnich    Engineers'     Views    of    the 
Systcm'H  Efficiency 


VyT  SARTIAUX,  the  chief  engineer  and  gcn- 
.VI .  era!  manager  of  the  Northern  of  France 
;ailway  Company,  has  spent  a  great  many 
ears  in  studying  and  bringing  to  a  point  as 
ear  perfection  as  possible,  the  plans  for  the 
)mplction  of  a  tunnel  under  the  Channel.  The 
nal  project,  definitely  decided  upon  is  believed 
rom  a  technical  standpoint  to  be  a  great  im- 
rovcment  on  all  the  previous  plans,  and  has 
jceived  the  full  approval  of  the  well-known 
rigineer  Sir  Douglas  Fox.  The  system  is  out- 
ned  in  the  London  Daily  Mail  as  follows: 

According  to  this  plan  the  trains  from  the 
rench  side  would  enter  a  tunnel  at  Marquise 
kilometres,  or  roughly  6,600  yards,  from  the 
!a,  and  descend  below  the  surface  at  a  gradi- 
it  of  15  millimetres  per  metre,  the  use  of 
ectricity  as  the  motive  powjer  allowing  of 
jry  steep  gradients  being  used.  There  would 
3  two  tunnels,  an  "up"  and  a  "down"  tunnel, 
de  by  side,  bored  in  the  chalk  of  the  Ceno- 
anian  strata  at  a  depth  of  40  metres  below 
le  bed  of  the  Channel.  The  tunnels,  bored  in 
ipermeable  chalk,  would  be  perfectly  round 
-after  the  style  of  the  London  "Tube"  rail- 
ays — because  this  shape  offers  the  greatest 
tsistance.  The  inner  walls  could  be  lined 
ith  iron  or  steel,  or  concrete,  or  armed 
ment.  The  engineers  favor  the  use  of  ce- 
ent  as  being  the  least  expensive,  because 
und  on  the  spot  and  offering  all  the  required 
rength  of  resistance.  The  tunnels  would  be 
rained  by  a  tunnel  bored  in  the  green  chalk 
ilow.  The  average  temperature  in  the  tun- 
Ids  would  be  62  degrees  Fahrenheit,  and  the 
Intilation  would  be,  so  to  speak,  automatic  in 
laracter,  each  train  acting  as  a  ventilator  as 
traveled  through  the  tunnel,  but  if  experi- 
tce  showed  that  this  was  insufficient  ample 
ntilation  would  be  provided  from  the  electric 
wer  stations  at  either  end.  It  would,  says 
Sartiaux,  be  a  material  impossibility  to  de- 
roy  the  tunnels  by  any  explosion  from  the 
d  of  the  Channel,  for  even  assuming  that 
ere  was  any  known  method  of  exploding  a 
ne  fixed  in  the  bed  of  the  sea,  so  that  the 
ects  of  the  explosion  would  proceed  down- 
«rds  instead  of  upwards,  the  distance  from 
e  sea  bed — namely,  40  metres,  or  44  yards, 
ual  to  132  feet— is  so  great  that  no  ex- 
Mive,  however  powerful,  would  have  any 
ect  on  the  structure  of  the  tunnels.  The 
nnels  could  only  be  destroyed  by  an  explo- 
■n  from  within  the  tunnels  themselves,  and 
I  in  times  of  international  crises  or  of  war 
5  greatest  precautions  would  be  taken,  such 
explosion  could  only  be  fired  by  the  party 
possession  of  the  tunnel.  The  tunnel  could 
t  be  used  for  traffic  once  the  electric  current 
d  been  cut  off,  and  as  the  French  authorities 
5  perfectly  willing  that  the  current  should 
controlled  from  the  English  side,  it  would 
difficult  for  an  enemy  to  obtain  possession 
the  tunnel  by  surprise  so  as  to  use  it  for 
!  transport  of  troops  and  war-like  stores. 
ch  a  surprise  assumes  that  an  enemy  would 
(re  already  succeeded  in  invading  England 
5r  sea,  or  in  the  air,  and  so  have  obtained 
Jsession  of  the  English  end  of  the  tunnel. 
e  plans  provide  for  the  possibility  of  the 
inels  being  worked  for  20  hours  in  each 
r,  leaving  four  hours  for  maintenance 
rk,  as  in  the  London  Tubes. 


End  the  nuisance  of  rent- 
day  for  good.  Knock  off  a 
Saturday  afternoon  and  put 
up  a  garage  of  your  own 
you'll  be  proud  of  for  yeeirs. 

"perfect; 

ALL-METAL 


Put  a  stop  to  the  waste  of  garage 
rent,  and  bring  the  convenience  of  a 
worth-while  garage  almost  to  your 
doorstep.  Made  in  sections  of  sheet  metal, 
easily  put  together  tight  and  secure.  Port- 
able, cannot  burn,  needs  no  insurance.  As 
low  in  price  as  a  good  garage  can  be  made. 
End  the  waste  of  garage  rent  right  now. 

Write  for  the  Pcr/ccl  Garage  Booh,h    M.M. 

THE  PEDLAR  PEOPLE,  UMITED 

(E.>tabli«he(l  1861) 

Executive  OfRce  and  Factories:   Otkawa,  Ont. 
MoiUre«l^-  Ottaw^  -  Toronto  -  London  -  Winmpe|{ 


64 


mac.lp:an's  magazine 


A  New  Chapter  in  American  History 


Valuable  Histoi-ic  Relics  of  the  Revo- 
lution  Unearthed  on  Man- 
hattan Island 


SOME  valuable  historic  evidence  has  re- 
cently come  to  light  in  a  tract  of  land  on 
the  upper  end  of  Manhattan  Island.  During 
the  seven  years  of  the  Revolution  there  were 
encamped  here  practically  the  entire  fighting 
forces  of  the  British  and  Hessian  armies,  and 
now,  a  century  and  a  half  later,  the  place  has 
been  found  to  be  one  of  the  richeist  fields  in 
America  for  archaeological  research.  Writ- 
ing of  the  discoveries  in  The  Bookman,  Francis 
A.   Collins  says: 

This  remarkable  cache  was  found  by  ac- 
cident. Several  years  ago  a  heavy  rainfall 
cut  deep  into  the  earth  in  this  region,  expos- 
ing several  ancient  bricks  evidently  piled  to- 
gether for  some  definite  purpose.  Nothing 
could  lie  long  unobserved  on  Manhattan  Island 
and  the  news  of  the  singular  discovery  soon 
spread.  In  cutting  through  new  streets  and 
digging  the  foundations  for  buildings  a  variety 
of  Revolutionary  relics  have  from  time  to  time 
been  unearthed.  Profiting  by  these  discover- 
ies a  systematic  search  was  commenced  by 
two  local  historians,  Mr.  R.  P.  Bolton  and  Mr. 
W.  L.  Carver,  who  brought  to  the  task  a  wide 
knowledge- of  the  subject  and  a  remarkable 
persistence.  For  more  than  a  decade  these 
men  have  devoted  their  Sundays  continuously 
throughout  the  year,  weather  permitting,  to 
digging  up  the.se  historic  treasures. 

Supplementing  the  active  work  with  shovel 
and  sieve,  the  historians  have  mad^  remark- 
able discoveries  in  the  literature  of  the  period. 
Mr.  Bolton  has  carried  on  a  personal  study  in 
the  library  of  the  War  Office  in  London,  in  a 
room  overlooking  Whitehall,  reading  in  the 
original  manuscripts  the  reports  told  in  the 
first  person  of  the  campaign  to  subdue  the 
colonies.  Several  of  the  English  and  Hessian 
regiments  engaged  in  the  war,  again,  have 
published  detailed  histories  which  have  natur- 
ally a  very  limited  circulation.  These  have 
been  .sought  and  an  immense  volume  of  ma- 
terial discovered  that  has  not  before  been 
available.  It  was  found,  for  instance,  that  a 
Hessian  officer  named  KraflFt  had  written  very 
fully  of  life  in  camp  and  even  illustrated  his 
reports  with  a  detailed  map  of  the  region.  His 
drawing  proved  to  be  the  key  to  many  new  dis- 
coveries. Any  one  familiar  with  the  region 
.  will  recognize  the  ancient  map.  Despite  many 
changes,  the  coming  of  the  elevated  railroad 
and  the  miles  of  towering  apartment  houses, 
the  contour  of  the  country  is  still  unchanged. 
On  this  map  the  position  of  the  Hessian  and 
English  camps  was  accurately  indicated,  and 
the  historians  .set  to  work  to  verify  them. 
After  diligent  search  they  discovered  three 
huts  and  once  having  found  the  spacing  the 
work  proceeded  rapidly,  until  at  present  writ- 
ing more  than  a  hundred  such  huts  have  been 
unearthed.  Each  hut  contains  a  fireplace  of 
stone  or  brick  with  the  space  for  the  beds, 
and  most  of  them  are  rich  in  relics  which  help 
to  reconstruct  the  daily  life  of  the  soldiers. 
In  nearly  a  century  and  a  half  the  floors 
of  these  huts  have  been  buried  to  a  depth  of 
three  feet  or  more.  As  the  earth  is  dug  away 
it  is  carefully  sifted  and  the  relics  identified 
and  carefully  classified.  .  The  commonest  find 
are  the  buttons.  Thousands  of  buttons  have 
been  found,  and  since  each  one  is  marked  with 
the  regimental  number  they  tell  a  story.  From 
the  immense  quantities  of  buttons  it  is  sup- 
posed that  the  huts,  were  covered  for  pro- 
tection against  the  weather  by  the  simple  ex- 


pedient of  throwing  old  uniforms  over  the 
roof.  The  last  vestige  of  cloth  has  long  since 
disappeared.  Buttons  of  every  regiment  quar- 
tered here  during  the  Revolution  have  been 
found  save  one. 

From  the  debris  at  the  bottom  of  the  sieve 
one  day  a  beautiful  silver  belt  buckle  was 
picked  up  bearing  the  initials  "G.  R."  and 
'"28th  Regiment"  and  on  the  back  the  initials 
"J.  E."  From  the  military  records  it  was 
found  that  First  Lieutenant  James  Edwrrds 
was  an  officer  of  the  28th  Regiment,  that  he 
was  injured  irk  the  battle  of  the  Brandywine 
and  was  dropped  from  the  regiment  in 
1779.  In  several  huts  the  searchers  were  puz- 
zled to  find  tiny  pewter  cups  and  saucers  of  a 
toy-like  size.  They  seemed  to  have  no  posi- 
tive utility  in  a  soldiers'  camp,  but  or  looking 
up   the  history  of  the  regiment  quartered  in 


these  huts  and  identified  by  the  buttons,  it 
was  found  that  a  number  of  the  wives  and 
children  of  the  men  had  shared  the  hardships 
of  a  New  York  winter. 

The  daily  life  of  the  camp  may  be  recon- 
structed in  remarkable  detail  from  the  relics 
unearthed  in  this  region.  The  immense  store 
of  black  bottles  now  broken  to  bits  gives 
ample  evidence  of  the  liberality  of  the  allot- 
ment of  rum  which  was  then  part  of  the  sold- 
iers' rations.  The  ice  cleets  again  show  that 
the  men  must  have  trampled  far  over  the 
rivers  in  the  long  winters.  Many  fragments  of 
china  and  glassware  are  found  which  suggest 
an  unexpected  delicacy  of  taste  and  careless- 
ness of  the  rights  others,  since  it  was  doubtless 
looted  from  nearby  mansions.  The  immense 
deposits  of  oyster  shells  again  show  the  in- 
vaders to  have  had  a  cultivated  taste.  They 
also  distinguish  the  British  huts,  since  the 
Hessian  huts  were  paved  with  the  shells  of 
mussels. 


Donald  McLauchlan 


Continued  from  page  42. 


broke  Off  abruptly,  for  the  Indian  had  ap- 
proached. 

"Spirit-moose,"  said  the  Indian. 

"Ah,  weel!  Spirit  o'  moose  'r  fantom  o' 
th'  deer,  it  matters  no' — it  is  a  sign." 

"Why,  Donald,'- — she  would  have  even 
added  "dear,"  but  that  he  checked  her 
further  utterance  of  any  kind  with  a  mo- 
tion of  the  hand. 

"Dinna  fre  yersel' — 'twull  be  bit  as 
th'  grude  way  alone'll  ha'  it!"  And  no 
more  explanation  was  forthcoming  from 
the  Scotchman,  the  partner  of  the  In- 
dian's mysterious  experience  iij  the  snow- 
locked  winter-wilderness.  '*■ 

Mighty  rocks,  like  great  battlements, 
clothed  the  lofty  banks  of  the  madly  rush- 
ing stream  headed,  through  rapids  and 
wild  whirlpools,  into  the  mission  of  its 
place  upon  the  earth.  Near  the  con.struc- 
tion  camp,  and  by  trail  smothered  in  seem- 
ingly impassable  "bush,"  was  "The  De- 
vil's Hole."  It  had  been  given  its  name  by 
the  men — rough  lumberjacks — that  had 
worked  and  come  and  gone  in  this  region. 
It  was  a  fearsome,  menacing  spot— a  hole, 
indeed,  for  the  devil  himself.  It  was  a 
boiling,  seething  rip  of  water  at  the  foot 
of  a  towering  embankment  roughened  and 
broken  by  massive  rocks  and  crevices,  and 
sloping  steeply  to  any  passing  that  way. 
Even  safely  passed  and  the  adventurer  ar- 
rived at  the  bottom,  the  steep,  rugged 
slope  at  the  foot  of  the  declivity  led  to 
other  snares  and  pitfalls. 

In  the  riyer,  close  to  the  embankment, 
was  a  double  formation  of  rock.  It  was 
formed  of  two  tables  of  stone,  one  reach- 
ing far  out  from  the  bank  to  nearly  mid- 
channel.  The  other  was  beyond  this  and 
separated  from  the  first  by  a  wide  gash  or 
chasm  through  which  the  water  bounded, 
burst  and  boiled. 

FROM  above,  fascinated,  Ellen  looked 
down  upon  this  devil's  hole.  It  be- 
came at  once  her  purpose  to  find  a  way  to 
the  table-rock  which  thrust  its  irregular 
surface  into  the  river  from  the  bank  be- 
low.    She  made  no  announcement  of  her 


daring  intention,  foreseeing  objection  or 
at  least  the  offer  of  assistance  from  the 
dwarf  and  that,  to  her  fearless  and  ad- 
venturous spirit,  would  have  robbed  the 
action  of  half  its  charm. 

Donald  stood  apart  discussing  some 
knotty  point  of  woodscraft  with  a  team- 
ster who  had  driven  the  exploring  and 
sight-seeing  party  a  portion  of  the  way 
over  an  old  logging-camp  trail. 

The  superintendent  of  the  construction 
camp,  who  had  accompanied  the  party, 
was  not  conscious  when  the  girl  flitted 
from  his  side,  absorbed  as  he  was  with 
his  first  view  of  the  scene  before  him. 

In  front  of  Ellen  was  a  descending  way 
of  rocks,  some  large,  others  varying  in 
size — some  rising  high  above  all  the  rest, 
giant  guardians  and  sentinels  of  a  way 
down  the  steep  decline  that  still  might  be 
threaded,  here  and  there,  through  more 
open  spaces  between  boulders  of  greater 
or  lesser  bulk.  At  the  brow  of  the  embank- 
ment a  line  or  fringe  of  trees — birch,  oak 
and  maple — marked  the  limits  af  the  wil- 
derness-forest behind,  and  among  these 
trees  had  stood  the  little  party  of  adven- 
turers. 

Ellen,  like  a  mountain  sheep,  springing 
from  stone  to  stone  or  threading  narrow 
passageways  with  the  certainty  of  a 
skilled  seamstress  with  thread  and  needle, 
had  covered  some  distance  before  her 
movements  were  discovered.  Even  then 
it  did  not  fully  strike  the  superintendent,  in 
his  absorption,  and  the  first  to  see  her, 
that  she  ran  the  risk  that  followed.  How- 
ever, he  called  after  her: 

"Hi,  there!     Where  you  going?" 

jr  had  the  effect  though  of  catching 
-*-  Donald's  attention.  He  looked  around. 
Like  a  flash  the  dwarf  darted  to  where  he 
last  had  seen  the  girl.  With  a  final  spring 
Ellen  was  on  the  table  of  rock  that  ran 
into  the  boiling  river.  As  she  sprang  for 
foothold  onto  the  rock  connecting  directly 
with  the  shore,  for  the  first  time  the  old 
Scotch  trailsman  saw  the  danger  to  his 
beloved  charge. 


"The  foothold!" 

With  the  thought  unspoken  he  bounded 
)rward.  Like  some  huge  object  hurled 
■oni  the  lofty  top  of  an  embankment  by 
('Ke  guns  of  the  gods,  he  seemed  literally 
shoot  through  space,  in  appearance 
arcely  touching  the  surfaces  of  rocks, 
aping  from  one  to  another  or  bounding 
)\vn  between.  Down,  down  the  steep 
!scent  he  went,  long  trained  instinct 
•iving   with   force   beyond  control. 

J  HE  had  neared  the  yawning  chasm  be- 
tween the  tables  of  stone,  bent  on  mak- 
g  the  most  of  her  liberty,  bent  on  one 
ok  into  those  white  and  seething  depths! 
e  .saw  her  with  strained  eyes  even  while 
ing  through  the  air  in  the  clutch  of  his 
ighty  resolve.  He  had  sense  of  coming 
velation,  but  would  he  be  in  time!  He 
ado  one  last  wild  leap. 
As  Donald  had  thought,  her  foot- 
)ki,  insecure  from  the  .spray  and  wash 
waters  a-slime  with  river  deposits — her 
othold  gave  way.  She  may  have  heard 
m  coming  or,  if  that  could  not  have  been 
the  sound  of  waters,  she  might  easily 
ve  expected  pursuit,  for  she  looked 
ound.  This  may  have  shaken  her  poise. 
le  had  impetus — "go" — from  her  swift 
scent.  The  sudden  glimpse  into  the 
lirling  vortex  was  bewildering.  .  .  . 
Br  foot  slipped.  She  disappeared.  As 
ough  in  truth  he  had  shot  himself  from 
lOve  at  the  chasm  and  hit  it  true  and 
ir,  Donald  went  into  the  water  after 
r. 

The  superintendent  of  the  construction 
mp  and  the  teamster  were  quickly  at  the 
asm.  The  superintendent  was  the  first 
arrive.  He  peered  over  into  the  dis- 
rbed  water.  Ellen  was  clutched  in  the 
m  of  the  dwarf — his  other  arm  thrown 
ross  the  trunk  of  a  tree — an  old  ram- 
se  windfall  caught  in  the  rapids,  and  in 
i  stubble  branches  of  which  doubtless 
len  had  lodged.  She  was  unconscious, 
maid  was  unmoved,  though  blood  ran 
)m  his  forehead.  A  look  of  fixed  and 
thless  purpose  bespoke  his  will.  He 
ght,  in  the  next  moment,  pass  to  that 
ieh  others  could  call  "death" — but  this 
It  he  sheltered  in  his  strong  arm  should 
saved. 

He  muttered  hoarsely, 
'Take  her,"  and,  by  a  mighty  effort, 
th  one  hand  lifted  the  girl  above  his 
id.  They  received  her  gently,  the  supy- 
ntendent  getting  foothold  below.  The 
•1  safe,  immediate  attention  was  given 
the  imperilled  Scotchman. 

rIS  loyal  strength,  so  great,  of  a  sud- 
*••  den  seemed  to  depart  from  him.  He 
ng  limp.  In  the  light  of  that  which 
lowed,  there  is  little  doubt  that  he  had 
m  vitally  affected  by  his  accident,  while 
is  doubtless  equally  true  that,  had  not 

risk  to  Ellen  been  such  as  it  was,  he 
i  yielded  at  first  to  the  wild  waters  of 

beloved  wilderness  home.  He  seemed 
struggle  for  speech.  As  they  prepared 
Jcent  to  his  rescue,  in  deep  humility  he 
>ke: 

'Maybe  —  'tis  —  they  ha' — no — more — 

'■ — f'r  th'  merry   auld   Donald!"     And 

smile  was  one  of  uplifted  happiness. 

'h'  weelderness  is  gone!"    He  appeared 


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Underclothing  the 
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to  raise  an  uncertain,  groping  hand  to 
meet  relief  from  those  above.  Again  he 
smiled  and,  in  the  sun  shining  brightly  on 
his  high  raised  face,  there  was  sweetness 
in  his  smile. 

Even  as  the  hand  of  the  superintend- 
ent reached  out  to  grasp  him,  Donald's 
hold  relaxed  on  the  windfall  trunk.  Drawn 
beneath  the  turmoil  of  waters  he  was  gone. 

They  found  him  lying  peacefully  below 
where  the  river  had  consented  to  give 
back  the  companion  of  its  wild,  wild  life. 
And  they  gave  him  resting  place  in  his 
own  wild  wilderness  glory. 

Before  earth  was  added  to  earth,  Ellen 
with  Jasper  Boynton,  looked  long  upon 
the  face  of  the  devoted  dwarf,  while  the 
Indian — who,  in  the  construction  camp, 
afterward  had  heard — looked  silently  on. 

Is  the  merry  hunchback's  idea  finished? 
If  his  joyous  day  and  generation  are  pass- 
ing, truer,  brighter,  diviner  love  has  no 
one  ever  known,  and  his  sturdy  happy 
spirit  is  still  heard  singing  in  his  homelike 
wilderness. 


Wanted— ANational 
Anthem 

Continued  from  page  16. 

Then  court-martial  a  musician  or  two,  if 
we  must,  but  by  hook  or  crook  let  us  have 
a  national  air  that  a  Canadian  will  sing 
and  will  want  to  sing,  inspiring  in  mel- 
ody and  harmony,  spirited  in  movement 
even  while  dignified  in  workmanship,  and, 
above  all,  adequately  set  to  an  adequately 
noble  poem.  For  a  good  many  months 
now  we  have  all  been  hearing  and  seeing 
our  men  in  khaki  drilling  and  route- 
marching  and  making  ready  for  the  front. 
But  never  once,  about  watch-fire  or  on 
route-march  or  in  drill  hall,  have  I  heard 
those  men  ,ioin  together  in  singing  "O 
Canada."  They  may  have  done  so.  But 
I  merely  record  the  fact  that  I  have  never 
heard  of  it. 

AND  that  fact  is  not  without  its  sig- 
nificance. I  fehall  venture  to  go  far- 
ther and  say  that  with  the  right  .sort  of 
national  anthem  there  would  have  been 
need  of  far  fewer  recruiting  meetings. 
For  men  are  neither  driven  nor  taunted 
into  serving  their  country  and  their  King. 
And  a  poem  in  the  heart  is  worth  count- 
less posters  on  the  sign-boards.  There  is 
a  something  in  the  air,  once  the  right  air 
is  captured,  which  is  subtler  than  exhor- 
tation and  stronger  than  shame.  From 
the  golden  goblet  of  mu-^ic  a  wine  can  be 
poured  into  our  hearts,  the  wine  of  pat- 
riotism, and  warmed  and  thrilling  with 
that  wine  men  flock  to  the  Old  Flag,  and 
they  follow  the  Old  Flag,  and  they  die 
for  the  Old  Flag.  That  is  what  the  sons 
of  France  have  been  doing  at  Verdun  to 
the  music  of  "The  Marseillaise,"  and  do- 
ing without  protest  or  regret.  And  sure- 
ly, somewhere  in  this  Canada  of  ours,  is, 
or  can  be  found,  a  iwn  of  the  Maple  Leaf 
and  a  child  of  the  Empire,  who  may  prove 
a  second  Rouget  de  Lisle  and  evoke  for 
us  a  national  air  that  we  can  love  and 
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Behind  the  Bolted 
Door? 

Continued  from  page  20 

eci  the  landing.  But'  at  the  topmost  stair 
he  suddenly  wheeled.  In  some  way  he 
nuinaged  to  get  one  of  his  hands  free.  He 
was  a  big  and  powerful  man.  His  band- 
aged shoulder  seemed  to  trouble  him  but 
little.  And  with  one  backward  thrust  he 
sent  the  patrolman  on  his  risrht  headlong 
down.  He  swung  the  chai'"  and  manacle 
like  a  sling  and  brought  it  home  across 
the  face  of  the  second  policeman.  And 
then  with  a  terrific  Junge  he  drove  .straight 
for  the  landing  window. 

The  fact  that  he  had  to  do  everything 
with  one  hand  lo.st  him  perhaps  two 
seconds,  and  it  was  Jimmy  who  stopped 
■him.  He  caught  him  by  his  foot  as  he 
went  throupJi.  and  was  dragged  after  him. 
But  he  .'=*''i  held  on.  They  went  out  and 
do-w'  together,  in  the  deep  .snow  of  Lane- 
wm's  garden.  And  there,  battered  but 
unspeaking,  Jimmy  got  a  better  grip.  He 
was  still  holding  on  when  McGloyne  and 
the  others  reached  them,  and  carried  the 
man  in  again. 

"'S  all  right,  frien's,  's  all  right!"  he 
said,  quite  philosophically.  "That's  all  I 
was  savin'  up.  An'  if  it  ain't  come  off, 
no  harm  done — any  more  than  I've  been 
hurted  myself.  Now,  if  you  want,  I'll 
talk   till   fare-you-well!" 

Laneham  looked  him  over  profession- 
ally. "I  should  say,"  he  said,  "that  there's 
not  a  whole  lot  you  can  tell  us." 

"But,  by-y  gee,"  swore  McGloyne,  "he's 
goin'  to  tell  us  that!" 

"In  the  first  place,"  said  the  Doctor,  "to 
go  back  to  the  beginning  with  you,  what 
part  did  Maddalina  play  in  it?" 

"A  good  fat  part,  considerin'  she  was  a 
skirt  an'  all.  She  went  an'  hired  to  Mrs. 
Fisher  only  because  we'd  heard  about 
them  drops  o'  milk.  Her  and  Lotufo — 
that'  my  guinea  friend — they  always  been 
strong  pals.  An'  she  was  put  in  to  make 
the  inside  lay.  One  thing  she  learned 
pretty  soon,  too,  was  that  there  was  a 
chanst  for  a  double  lift.  She  got  onto  it 
that,  every  three  months,  Mrs.  Fisher 
was  in  the  habit  of  havin'  one  of  them  big 
blue  envelopes  full  of  yella-backs  waitin' 
on  the  premises  for  your  friend  Willin's. 
An'  when  we  were  fixin'  for  the  pearls 
there  didn't  seem  to  be  no  good  reason  why 
we  shouldn't  have  Maddalina  make  her 
get-away  with  the  money.  Only  a  matter 
of  timin'  the  job  right." 

"Yes,"  said  McGloyne,  "you  timed  it 
right.  But  how  did  you  know  you  could 
get  in  through  Glasbury's  rooms?" 

"Maddalina  again.  If  she  was  keen 
enough  to  find  where  that  little  safe  was 
planted,  you  can  bet  yours  she  wasn't  be- 
lieyin'  long  in  any  spooks  causin'  them 
7-oices.  An'  one  afternoon  Lotufo  decided 
to  lay  up  in  Glasbury's  dump  an'  learn  for 
himself.  He  learned  all  right.  How  did 
he  get  in  first?  With  a  key.  An'  where 
did  he  get  it?  Sho,  what's  a  key?  Any 
one  can  fix  up  for  a  key!  The  thing  I'm 
tellin'  you  is  that  he  found  out  about  that 
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ment  as  to  when.  That  was  for  Maddalina 
to  tip  us  to. 

"An'  she  tipped  us  wrong.  She'd  got 
the  idea  that  Mrs.  Fisher  was  goin'  to  be 
out  that  afternoon.  She'd  heard  her 
'phonin'  to  Mr.  Willin's;  an'  as  Maddalina 
got  it,  the  money  was  to  be  there  for  him, 
but  she,  Mrs.  Fisher,  would  have  to  be 
away.  An'  as  it  was  Jimmy  the  butler's 
day  off  on  top  of  it,  what  more  would  any 
two  ginks  want  for  an  open  door? 

"Howsomever,  Maddalina  was  all 
wrong.  An'  she  went  wrong  in  somethin' 
else,  too  That  day  around  noon  she  made 
a  play  that  give  Mrs.  Fisher  at  least  the 
cold  beginnin'  of  a  hunch ;  an'  there  was  a 
plenty  row  in  Maddalina's  room.  Only 
Mrs.  Fisher  didn't  suspect  enough — an' 
act 

««  A  LL  right.     Come  on  to  our  part  in 

^  it.  But,  mind  you,  an'  I'm  tellin' 
you  straight,  /  wasn't  in  that  part  of  it 
no  more'n  to  be  adviser.  Lotufo,  he  was 
the  only  one  was  ever  in  them  Fisher 
rooms.  It  was  him  went  in  that  day.  We'd 
found  signs  that  Glasbury  was  at  home — 
an'  we'd  gone  in,  as  it  happened,  just 
about  two  minutep  after  Glasbury'd  gone 
out  again." 

"Yes,"  said  Glasbury— "after  I'd  found 
the  body  and  gone  to  telephone!" 

"You  know  about  that,  friend.  An' 
maybe  this  part  of  it  has  all  been  told  be- 
fore. What  we  didn't  know  was  that 
frien'  Glasbury  here  was  going  to  choose 
the  same  day,  an'  that  for  croakin'  the 
dame!" 

Every  one  started  save  Laneham.  "I 
see,"  he  said  quietly.  "You  still  believe 
that  Mr.  Glasbury  did  it?" 

In  his  turn  the  man  gaped  at  them. 
"An'  who  else?  Say,  where  you  gettin'  to 
now?" 

"Never  mind  about  that.  Go  ahead  and 
tell  the  rest." 

"Well,  once  we'd  got  that,  and  once  we'd 
learned  from  the  papers  next  day,  too, 
that  the  jewel  box  was  still  a-awaitin' — 
fine!  fine!  We  made  up  our  minds  to 
come  again,  an'  keep  a-comin'.  No  reason 
why  frien'  Glasbury  shouldn't  have  call' 
ers  every  second  night.  We  was  both 
swell  dressers,  too.  So  no  need  for  him 
to  be  ashamed  of  us. 

*'0  NLY,  when  it  got  out  that  it  was  a 
^^  spook  job,  we  decided  that  we'd 
have  to  spook  it,  too.  That  explains  why 
Lotufo  ghosted  him.self  the  night  he  went 
in  an'  had  to  put  it  over  Sergeant  Hooley. 
An'  no  use  denyin'  he  did.  When  he's  had 
time  to  think  it  out,  he  won't  deny  it  him- 
self. An'  what,  you'll  ask,  did  he  belt  him 
with?  Why,  there  again,  we  thought  we'd 
play  Mr.  Glasbury  into  it.  Since  he'd  hit 
Mrs.  Fisher  with  somethin'  leavin'  a  round 
smooth  hole  about  an  inch  across,  that  was 
the  weapon  to  use  in  case  another  job'd 
have  to  be  done  in  there.  An'  to  make  the 
weapon,  all  was  needed  was  to  do  a  little 
bendin'  an'  hot-forgin'  on  a  pipe  end. 
There  you  are  again.  You'll  find  that 
little  gold  stick  up  in  the  dump  we  have 
in  East  a  Hundred  an'  Twenty-ninth 
street.  Anything  else  you  want  to  know 
about?  If  there  is,  now's  the  day,  while 
the  tellin's  good." 


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Laneham  looked  at  the  fellow  and 
turned  away.  "You  can  send  him  down 
again,"  he  told  McGloyne. 

And  the  Judge  asked  the  next  question 
— speakinK  to  the  Doctor  himself. 

"And  now,  Laneham,  about  the  secret 
of  that  damnable  and  murderous  door?" 

"If  you'll  wait  ten  minutes,"  the  Doctor 
answered,  "I'll  take  you  up  to  the  Casa 
Reale  and  let  you  see  it  for  yourself." 

"Good  enough!"  said  McGloyne.  And 
then  he,  too,  had  a  question  to  ask:  "But, 
Doctor,  there's  this.  As  /  understand  it, 
at  the  start,  you  were  goin'  to  have  this 
story  told  in  its  right  an'  regular  order. 
If  so,  how  was  it  you've  left  out  the  first 
thing  of  all,  the  enterin'  in  of  the  man  who 
went  into  that  swimmin'-pool  room,  an', 
as  we  know  now,  really  did  the  job?" 

"I'm  having  the  story  told  in  its  regular 
order,"  Laneham  replied.  "Mrs.  Fisher's 
murderer  was  never  near  her  body,  nor 
even  near  the  pool,  until  hours  after  she 
was  dead." 

CHAPTER  XXV. 

THE  DOCTOR'S  STORY. 

*»TN  the  nameo'  Gawd!"  said  McGloyne. 
"Laneham!"  exclaimed  the  Judge. 
"Then  you  mean  that  he  had  another  do  it 
for  him?" 

"No,  nothing  of  the  sort." 

But  only  when  he  had  repeated  that 
could  they  believe  that  he  was  speaking 
literally. 

"Well,"  said  McGloyne.  impatiently, 
"well,  go  ahead  an'  tell  us." 

And  the  Doctor  began  his  explanation. 

"There  were,  broadly,  three  questions 
to  be  answered:  'Who  killed  Mrs.  Fisher, 
how  he  did  it,  and  how  access  was  obtained 
to  the  apartment.' 

"For  most  of  you  the  first  question  is 
already  answered.  If  under  the  influence  of 
a  seance  that  I  may  now  tell  you  was 
largely  hocus-pocus — if  after  a  perform- 
ance which  to  every  one  else  was  almost 
meaningless,  a  man  rushes  forth  and  seeks 
only  the  neare-st  opportunity  to  commit 
suicide,  that  alone  would  appear  to  be 
evidence  enough.  I  believe  it's  even  an 
old  legal  maxim  that  suicide  is  confession. 
I  knew  when  I  arranged  that  seance  it 
was  Fisher  who  was  our  murderer.  I  had 
every  suspicion  of  it  the  night  of  the  mur- 
d  er.  And  every  day  since  then  has  simply  j 
furnished  me  with  new  confirmations.        ; 

"In  every  crime  the  psychoanalyst  looks 
first  for  the  man  morally  capable  of  com- 
mitting it.  And  Fisher  was  morally  cap- 
able of  it.  I  felt  sure  of  that.  But  against 
that,  his  character,  there  seemed  to  be 
something  that  absolutely  guaranteed  his 
innocence,  the  fact,  I  repeat,  that  he  was 
not  in  the  apartment  either  for  hours  be- 
fore or  for  hours  after  a  murder  which 
seemed  to  have  been  one  of  brutal  violence. 
Nor  was  he  the  sort  of  man  who  would 
ever  run  the  risks  of  hiring  an  accom- 
plice."    He  turned  to  Bishop. 

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very  determination  to  be  sure  he  has  left 
no  trace  behind.  He  destroys  evidence 
which  to  no  one  else  could  possibly  be 
evidence.  And  the  first  thing  Prof.  Fish- 
er did  after  he  came  home  that  night  and 
found  that  his  wife  had  been  most  foully 
murdered,  was  to  slip  away  to  his  own 
rooms,  and  burn  a  magazine. 

"We  have  another  saying  about  crime 
psychology.  It  is  this:  If  you  are  looking 
for  clues,  look  for  the  unusual.  Well, 
there  was  something  which  I  think  was  a 
bit  unusual.  When  I  found  the  ashes  of 
that  magazine— and  was  still  able  to  de- 
cipher the  one  word  in  large  letter  on  the 
back  of  it — 'mund'— its  ashes  were  still 
warm.  It  was  a  virtual  certainty  that 
no  one  else  but  Fisher  tould  have  burned 
it.  But  if  I  had  needed  further  confirma- 
tion there,  I  was  given  it  next  day  when  I 
found  that  even  the  ashes  themselves  were 
gone.  I  pretended  in  his  hearing' that  I 
believed  the  Casa  Grande  house  men  had 
removed  them.  But  I  may  tell  you  now, 
Inspector,  that  I  knew  you  well  enough  to 
be  sure  there  wasn't  any  chance  of  yo-ar 
allowing  that.  I  made  up  my  mind  that 
if  I  could  get  hold  of  another  copy  of  that 
magazine,  I  would  have  at  least  a  begin- 
ning of  knowledge.  Miss  Hope  was  able 
to  find  another  copy  for  me.  And  what  it 
contained  I'll  tell  you  in  due  course.  In 
the  meantime  many  other  things  had  taken 
place. 

"For  one  thing,  we  had  found  Jimmy. 
From  the  first  I  believed  him  innocent,  for 
reasons  you've  already  heard.  You've  al- 
ready heard,  too,  how  I  was  able  to  learn 
where  to  look  for  him. 

"  \\T  ELL  and  good.  We  found  Jimmy. 
'  '  He  told  a  straight  story.  At  any 
rate,  he  didn't  hold  back  any  more  than 
every  other  'friend  in  the  case'  felt  the 
same  moral  need  of  doing.  Of  that  more 
in  its  place.  And  Jimmy  clearly  indicated 
the  guilt  of  the  maid  Maddalina. 

"But  now,  before  going  further,  let  us 
see  what  our  problem  really  was. 

"The  mystery  was  seemingly  inexplic- 
able simply  because  it  contained  so  many 
elements  that  appeared  from  their  nature 
to  be  mutually  contradictory. 

"There  was,  first  of  all,  murder  and 
murder  apparently  without  motive.  For 
if  you  will  recall  the  order  in  which  the 
incidents  followed  one  another  that  day 
between  half-past  four  and  six,  the  second 
entry,  and  the  attempt  upon  the  wall  safe 
did  not  take  place  for  at  least  fifteen  or 
twenty  minutes  after  Mrs.  Fisher's  death  ! 

"Second,  there  entered  some  one  else. 
Was  it  man,  or  apparition,  or  some  sort  of 
demon-ridden  soul?  We  did  not  know. 
We  knew  only  that  he  had,  apparently, 
been  in  the  apartment  before  the  would-be 
safe-breakers,  that  he  was  there  after  they 
were;  and  that  he  knocked  crazily  upon 
the  doors  and  cried  out  upon  his  God. 
Could  he,  conceivably,  have  been  employed 
to  kill  Mrs.  Fisher?  Not  for  a  moment. 
Think  only  how  Fisher's  every  look  and 
motion  when  first  he  heard  that  voice  and 
heard  that  knocking  .ahowed  that  it  was 
something  he  understood  as  little  as  the 
rest  of  us.  Again,  was  it  the  voice  and  the 
action  of  any  conceivable  jewel  thief?  And 
to  add  to  that,  it  was  equally  plain  that 
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cess  to  the  apartment.  In  a  word,  every 
new  thing  we  discovered  seemed  to  make 
everything  else  impossible.  Yet  if  the 
known  elements  of  the  case  did  not  hang 
together,  how  explain  their  presence  to- 
gether? In  one  way  only,  by  pure  chance 
and  coincidence.  We  had  a  drama  whose 
actors  did  not  know  one  another—or  had 
met  only  at  the  hour  of  the  commission  of 
their  crime  or  crimes.  Obviously,  I  could 
hope  to  get  further  into  the  mystery  only 
by  getting  hold  of  one  of  the  criminals 
themselves.  And — again  by  a  method  and 
clue  I've  already  told  of — I  was  able  to  get 
hold  of  Maddalina. 

"Good  again.  And,  in  half  an  hour  a 
little  opportune  hypnosis  was  telling  us 
much  of  what  Maddalina  had  to  tell.  What 
was  it.? 

<«T^  IRST,  that  it  was  Maddalina  who 
^  had  extracted  the  bank  notes. 
Second,  that  Mrs.  Fisher  had  suddenly 
become  suspicious  of  her.  Also,  Madda- 
lina's  love-letter  showed  clearly  that  she 
had  at  least  one  accomplice:  The  inference 
was  that  she  had  been  doing  the  'inside' 
work.  Finally,  through  Maddalina  and 
Jimmy  together,  we  learned  that  the  very 
morning  of  the  murder  Mrs.  Fisher  made 
a  will.  In  her  haste  she  had  Jimmy  and 
Maddalina  witness  it.  And,  since  at  the 
same  time  she  sent  a  note  to  the  Judge, 
here,  asking  him  to  call  in  the  afternoon, 
it  was  reasonable  to  believe  that  she 
wanted  to  see  him  about  the  same  thing. 
.■\nd  so  we  reach  our  next  step. 

"For  why  this  sudden  —  this  ghastly 
sudden  feeling  on  her  part  that  she  must 
make  a  will — or  rather  make  haste  if  she 
was  to  make  a  new  one?  What  did  she 
fear?  And  why?  The  facts  are  these. 
As  Judge  Bishop  can  tell  you,  she  made 
her  former  will  when  she  married  Fisher. 
She  then  believed  herself  in  love  with  him. 
In  that  former  will  she  made  him  practi- 
cally her  sole  inheritor.  As  the  Judge 
can  also  tell  you,  she  had  been  intending 
to  alter  all  that  for  some  time." 

"She  had,"  said  Bishop.  "And  that  was 
the  thing  I  wa.s  holding  back.  She  hadn't 
merely  come  to  find  life  intolerable  with 
the  man ;  she  had  grown  vaguely  to  fear 
him.  I  don't  mean  that  till  the  last  day, 
perhaps,  she  could  actually  believe  she 
was  in  danger  from  him.  But  she  had  at 
least  taken  a  resolve  that  he  should  not 
profit  by  her  death — and  I  think  she  had 
let  him  know  it.  Oh.  I  know.  I  should 
have  told  all  that.  But  it  would  simply 
have  been  to  accuse  the  man,  without  a 
tittle  of  evidence,  when  he  had  been  away 
the  whole  day  of  the  crime,  and  when, 
obviously,  he  expected  to  find  her  alive 
when  he  came  home  that  night.  For  he 
did,   Laneham,  he  did!" 

"No  question  of  it,"  said  the  Doctor. 
"And  to  tell  you  now,  he  did  not  expect  her 
to  meet  her  death  until  the  morning!" 

"Good  Lord!"  gasped  Glasbury. 

"Man,"  said  Bishop,  "what  are  you  go- 
ing to  tell  us  next?" 

And,  as  before,  even  the  big  Inspector 
seemed  to  shudder  and  shrink  in  upon 
himself. 

"But  get  on  with  it,"  he  said,  "get  on 
with  it!" 


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*«  \X^  E  have  not  finished  with  the  will," 
'  '  said  Laneham.  "What  was  it, 
that  morning  and  a  few  hours  before  her 
death,  that  made  her  suddenly  resolve  to 
make  that  new  will,  and  at  once?  That 
is  something  we  can  never  know.  But 
just  as  the  man  in  the  death  cell  can  pick 
out  among  a  dozen  the  keeper  who  is  to 
kill  him,  so,  I'm  satisfied,  she  read  the 
thing  in  Fisher's  eyes.  So  far  as  Jimmy 
knows,  though  they  had  quarrelled  the  day 
before,  she  had  had  no  quarrel  with  him 
that  morning.  Fisher  himself  assured  us 
that  they  had  'made  things  up'  after  their 
last.  And  accordingly  he  was  bringing 
Potter  home  for  dinner  and  the  opera. 
Doubtless  the  devil  had  parted  from  her 
with  the  best  expressions  of  afl'ection  he 
could  summon.  But  can  you  arrange  mur- 
der without  betraying  at  least  some  vague, 
heart-chilling  shadow  of  it  to  the  victim 
you  have  marked?  It  is  enough  that  after 
the  murder  Judge  Bishop  here  twice 
dreamed  that  Fisher  had  killed  her.  It 
might  be  againSt  all  the  evidence,  he  might 
believe  he  didn't  believe  it,  but  it  came  to 
him — as  Freud  points  out  such  things  do — 
through  his  very  sub-consciousness.  And, 
when  I  put  it  to  him,  he  had  to  own  that 
he  had." 

"That  is  true,"  said  Bishop.  "It  is  per- 
fectly true." 

"And  in  some  way,  bv  some  instinct," 
the  Doctor  continued,  "Mrs'.  Fisher  had 
half  guessed.  She  had  time  to  make  the 
new  will.  But  Fisher's  arrangements 
were  already  made.  By  then,  as  I'll  show 
you  in  due  course,  his  trap  was  set. 

"First,  come  back  to  all  I  had  to  work 
upon,  his  actions  after  the  crime. 

«'T    SAY  again  he  showed  clearly  that 

■*•  he  knew  nothing  of  our  safe-breakers, 
or  of  any  secret  access  to  the  rooms,  or 
of  the  owner  of  that  terrifving  voice.  At 
the  same  time  he  was  making  great  de- 
monstrations of  affection  for  his  murdered 
wife.  Though  it  was  well  known  to  all 
their  friends  that  for  long  enough  there 
had  not  been  even  tolerance  between  them, 
he  felt  it  necessary  to  act  like  a  young  man 
crazed  by  the  loss  of  his  well-beloved.  He 
must  needs  prove  it  to  Miss  Hope  and  Wil- 
ings  by  making  a  sort  of  maniac's  attack 
on  them.  Yet  within  a  few  hours  he  was 
wholly  himself  again. 

"Again  at  the  first  suspicion  he  was  for 
having  Willings  railroaded  to  the  chair. 
A  little  later  it  was  Jimmy.  And  later 
our  man  was  quite  as  ready,  in  due  course, 
to  give  an  exhibition  of  believing  that 
Maddalina  and  Mr.  Glasbury  in  their  turn 
were  guilty.  No  psychiatrist  on  earth  was 
ever  fooled  by  such  flimsy  pretences.  But 
meanwhile,  I  had  resolved  to  test  him  out 
in  another  way — by  letting  him  feel,  for  a 
little  while  at  any  rate,  that  he  was  him- 
self suspected. 

"Till  then,  naturally,  he  didn't  know  of 
my  giving  any  thought  to  tho.se  ashes. 
He  had  burned  his  magazine:  the  ashes 
he  had  gotten  rid  of  also.  He  believed 
firmly  that  all  had  gone  unnoticed.  Well, 
as  you'll  remember,  Inspector,  as  we  were 
going  down  in  the  Casa  Grande  elevator 
on  a  certain  occasion,  I  decided  to  speak 
of  them. 

"It  nearly  knocked  him  over.  It  was 
just  after  he  had  heard  the  voice.     One 


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who  didn't  know  could  easily  attribute  his 
collapse  to  that.  And,  of  course,  when  he 
could  get  words  to  answer  at  all,  he  denied. 
He  knew  nothing  of  any  ashes.  He  did  not 
believe  there  had  been  any.  But  I  had 
got  what  I  wanted.  He  knew  himself  sus- 
pected. And  then  in  order  to  make  sure 
I  hadn't  overdone  it — to  give  him  the  feel- 
ing that  I  merely  suspected  him  among 
others,  immediately  afterwards,  and  in  his 
hearing,  I  proceeded  to  bring  suspicion, 
and  unworthy  suspicion,  upon  those  two 
unfortunate  West  Indians  of  the  Casa 
Grande  elevator  staff. 

"'"pHEY  really  got  themselves  into  their 
-*-  trouble,  and  allowed  of  my  making 
use  of  them  by  their  own  ill  behaviour  in 
the  beginning.  For  while  they  cannot  be 
accused  of  having  even  the  remotest 
knowledge  of  Mrs.  Fisher's  murder,  both, 
at  the  start — and  with  them  all  their  fel- 
lows— united  in  a  fine  case  of  wholesale 
perjury. 

"At  the  hour  of  the  murder,  or  just 
after  it,  you'll  recall  that  Willings  very 
suspiciously  walked  down  the  stairs  in- 
stead of  using  the  elevator,  because,  as 
he  said,  the  elevators  were  not  running. 
And  they  were  not.  Both  young  gentle- 
men supposed  to  be  in  charge  of  them 
were  just  then  interested  in  something 
else.  I  early  inferred  that  they  must 
have  been.  And  I  set  to  work  to  learn 
what  it  was.  Well,  merely  by  consulting 
the  police  records,  I  found  that  substan- 
tially at  that  moment  a  pigeon  thief  was 
being  chased  and  arrested  on  the  roof 
opposite.  There  was  only  one  place  from 
which  our  friends  could  watch  the  excite- 
ment, the  Casa  Grande  roof.  And  it  was 
a  safe  guess  that  to  remain  unseen  them- 
selves when  thus  neglecting  duty  they 
would  keep  in  cover  of  the  .scuttle. 

"My  guess  was  right.  The  shot  went 
home.  Only,  instead  of  confessing  at  once 
to  the  lesser  sin,  they  tried  in  their  terror 
to  stick  it  out.  In  their  turn  they  became 
new  stalking-horses.  And  Fisher  might 
well  have  believed  that  he  was  suspected 
only  in  a  secondary  degree. 

"Well,  if  he  did,  at  least  he  took  no 
chances.  For  it  was  he  who  tried  to  kill 
me  by  throwing  me  down  the  elevator 
shaft." 

"Hit— Fisher?"   demanded    McGloyne. 

*'N^  O  one  else.  But,  for  that  matter, 
•'■  ^  he  gave  you  one  kind  of  proof  by 
rushing  at  once  to  the  same  death  hole, 
for  his  suicide.  It  was  he!  He  had  gone 
back  to  the  ninth  floor,  that  day,  you  re- 
member. And  no  doubt  he  saw  me  enter 
the  stairway.  It  was  dark  enough  for  his 
purposes.  I  suppose  he  felt  that  my  death 
would  be  attributed  to  the  same  demon- 
apparition  to  whom  his  wife's  death  was 
already  being  attributed.  I  take  it  he 
didn't  know  he  would  be  given  his  chance 
by  that  open  shaft.  Probably  he  had  some 
sort  of  weapon  with  him.  At  any  rate, 
he  it  was;  for,  if  anything  else  were 
needed,  I  recognized  his  step. 

"But  the  story  is  already  too  long,  and 
I  must  go  more  rapidly.  There  is  much 
detail  that  I  must  leave  till  later.  It  will 
be  enough  for  the  present  to  give  you  the 
main  lines.  And  first,  from  the  beginning, 
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that  admitted  of  the  more  than  natural. 
I  do  not  say  that  I  was  not  myself  affected 
by  some  of  our  experiences.  I  was.  But, 
always,  next  morning  and  in  the  light  of 
reason,  I  determined  anew  not  to  be  in- 
fluenced by  them.  There  seemed  to  be  no 
possible  way  by  which  any  one  could  get 
into  those  rooms — or  get  out  of  them  again 
— but  we  knew  that  not  only  had  the  so- 
thought  apparition  done  so,  but  those 
jewel  thieves  as  well.  And  there  was  little 
about  them  that  was  super-natural !  Well 
and  good.  I  worked  accordingly.  And,  by 
pure  chance,  almost  at  once  came  Miss 
Hope's  recognition  of  Glasbury. 

"'Tp  HE  next  step  suggested  itself.  If 
-*■  you  want  to  learn  about  a  man, 
his  actions  are  one  source  of  information, 
his  correspondence  is  another.  His  cor- 
respondence in  this  case  gave  me,  first, 
that  blackmailing  letter  —  and,  incident- 
ally, the  gentlemen  responsible  for  the 
attempt  on  the  jewel  safe  and  the  death 
of  Hooley.  Second,  it  gave  me  my  first 
guess  at  the  common  interest  by  which 
Mrs.  Fisher  and  Glasbury,  here,  had  been 
drawn  together." 

He  walked  to  his  desk,  and  came  back 
with  a  bit  of  paper  half  hidden  in  his 
hand. 

"Glasbury,  you  told  us  that  in  your  col- 
laborating Mrs.  Fisher  let  you  do  all  the 
actual  writing,  but  you  both  brought 
memoranda  and  suggestions  to  work  over 
side  by  side.  You  believed  that  you  de- 
stroyed them  all,  but  I  think  not.  Is  not 
this  one  of  them?"  And  Laneham  pro- 
duced that  fir&-t  "murder  note." 

"Yes,  yes,  it  is!"  The  young  play- 
wright thrust  it  away  from  him.  "But 
some  other  time,  Doctor,"  he  said  faintly. 
"If  you  will — not — not  just  now.  I  wasn't 
expecting  that." 

"I  know,  and  I  want  to  ask  you  only 
this:  Isn't  this  the  explanation  of  the  note 
- — that  there  was  some  one  in  the  play 
you  felt  must  die?  'We  have  now  reached 
the  point,'  you  wrote,  'where  it  must  be 
either  murder  or  suicide.'  " 
"Yes." 

"And  Mrs.  Fisher  added:  'Couldn't  it 
be  made  to  look  like  an  accident?'  " 

"Yes,"  shuddered  Glasbury,  "that  is 
her  writing.  She  felt  I  was  making  it  too 
horrible." 

"But  the  death's  head?" 
Glasbury  again  put  it  away  from  him. 
"Doctor,  that  was  a  joke!  I  had  found  it 
funny  to  be  putting  such  a  subject  down 
for  an  afternoon's  discussion,  so  I  decided 
to  add  an  illustration.  We  often  laughed 
together  over  things  like  that." 

"I  see.  And  naturally,  naturally.  Well, 
I  shan't  trouble  you  again.  Only  this: 
From  the  moment  I  learned  that  you  had 
destroyed  that  play,  I  su.spected  the  ex- 
planation might  be  there." 

And  then  Laneham  turned  back  to  the 
others. 

"Two  things  still  remain,  the  unknown 
door,  and  the  actual  method  by  which  the 
murder  was  committed.  To  get  to  that  we 
must  go  back  to  the  scene  of  it.  For  the 
present,  I  think  the  Judge,  the  Inspector 
and  I  had  better  go  alone.  And  we'll  go 
first,  Glasbury,  to  your  rooms  in  the 
Casa  Reale." 


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CHAPTER  XXVI. 

THE  END. 

A  FEW  minutes  more  and  they  were  on 
■^*-  their  way.  And,  as  they  went, 
Laneham  took  up  his  story  again. 

"We  are  going  to  the  Casa  Reale.  But 
from  there  we  shall  enter  the  Casa  Grande 
through  the  door  itself.  And  in  that  there 
is  the  explanation  of  everything  not  yet 
explained.  We  examined  the  walls  often 
enough  and  carefully  enough  on  the 
Fisher  aide;  but  we  never  examined  them 
on  the  Glasbury  side.  From  the  construc- 
tion of  apartment  houses,  apartments,  or 
sections  of  apartments,  correspond.  I 
suppose  it  was  the  arrangement  of  the 
halls  or  something  which  said  that  both 
those  little  rooms— both  used  as  writing- 
rooms  or  studies,  too — should  be  almost 
counterparts  of  one  another.  And  when 
the  interior  decorator  decided  that  both 
should  be  panelled,  he  did  the  rest.  We 
tested  the  panelling  in  the  Fisher  room. 
Every  oak  strip  was  solid.  Not  a  one  had 
been  tampered  with.  That  any  door,  or 
the  edges  of  any  door,  could  be  hidden  be- 
hind them  seemed  impossible — till  you  re- 
member that  a  door  may  oi>en  only  in  one 
direction.  There  is  the  same  panelling  in 
Glasbury's  little  study.  We  are  now  going 
to  examine  it. 

"But,  first,  here,  too,  there  is  something 
else.  If  there  were  a  door,  would  not  its 
very  thinness,  as  compared  with  the  rest 
of  the  wall,  betray  it  when  sounded  from 
the  Fisher  side?  Doubtless,  if  it  were  of 
the  materials  of  which  ordinary  doors  are 
made.  Gentlemen,  I  have  as  yet  to  see  the 
thing  myself.  I  have  been  proceeding  by 
pure  logic,  if  you  like  by  mathematical 
certainty.  But  we  are  now  here,  and  need 
talk  no  more."  And  stepping  into  a  Casa 
Reale  elevator,  they  went  on  up. 

TT  was  McGloyne,  indeed,  who  really 
■*■  made  the  demonstration.  Walking 
straight  through  Glasbury's  little  suite, 
he  went  to  the  panelling  of  that  little 
writing-room,  and  began  to  try  it  with  his 
hand.  The  third  strip  opened  as  on  a 
hinge.  In  truth,  a  second  look  showed 
that  it  was  hung  on  three  tiny  hidden 
hinges.  And  when  the  strip  was  turned 
back,  it  showed  not  merely  the  door  edge 
but  the  lock  and  bolt.  Two  feet  to  the 
right  another  upright  strip  hid  the  pins  of 
the  door.  And  at  the  top  and  bottom  the 
horizontal  strips,  likewise  hinged,  did  the 
rest.  The  door  was  still  unlocked.  And, 
taking  hold  of  a  sort  of  countersunk  latch, 
the  big  Inspector  swung  it  open. 

"Well,  by  the  Livin's!"  he  said.  "An' 
whose  work  is  this?" 

"Why,  Glasbury  told  us  that.  It's  the 
work  of  'old  Throaty,'  the  safe  man." 

"Right  you  are!" 

"He'd  been  putting  in  hidden  work  all 
his  life — and  heavy  door  and  metal  work 
at  that.  What  easier  than  to  do  a  job  like 
this?  As  you  see,  he  simply  cut  the  sec- 
tion out.  With  his  tools  he  could  go 
through  such  soft-tile  stuff  like  old  cheese. 
And  when  he  had  hinged  it  up  and  fixed 
his  panelling  as  a  cover  he  simply  used  the 
said  section  as  the  door  itself.  That  is 
why — considering  the  safe-like  solidity  of 
the  bolt  work^no  amount  of  sounding 
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on  through  to  the  Fisher  side,  and  the 
swimming-pool,  and  learn  the  rest." 

ONCE  more,  however,  Laneham  had  an 
explanation  to  make  on  the  way. 

"In  a  sense,  all  our  mystery  has  been 
the  mystery  it  has  been,  simply  and  solely 
because  of  the  joint  and  several  facts  the 
various  witnesses — with  the  best  inten- 
tions and  against  all  warnings — kept  to 
themselves.  And  the  one  thing  of  that 
kind  still  to  tell  is  this:  Two  days  before 
the  murder  Willings  saw  Fisher  buy  a 
length  of  fine  platinum  wire.  It  was  in  an 
electrical  supply  house ;  it  was  a  perfectly 
legitimate  thing  to  buy;  there  was  no  rea- 
son why  Fisher  shouldn't  have  bought  it. 
Yet  simply  because  he  showed  some  un- 
called-for agitation  at  being  seen  buying 
it,  Willings  must  make  up  his  mind  to  say 
nothing  about  it.  There  was  evidence,  as 
he  believed,  that  made  it  certain  Fisher 
could  have  had  nothing  to  do  with  the 
crime.  Therefore,  why  put  in  as  evidence 
something  that  could  only  throw  unjust 
suspicion  on  a  man  perfectly  innocent? 

"Well,  in  a  sense,  I  wasn't  circumstan- 
tially certain  myself  that  Fisher  was  the 
murderer.  And  I  arranged  the  seance. 
But  if  I  had  known  of  that  platinum  wire, 
I  don't  think  I  should  have  needed  to  look 
for  that  German  magazine.  But,  again, 
come  and  see  for  yourself.  And — just 
before  we  enter — let  me  again  point  out 
that  the  dressing-room  door  contains  a 
full-length  mirror  —  which  explains,  I 
think.  Policeman  Grogan's  belief  that  his 
spectre   pas?ed   through   the  wall." 

And  he  led  them  through  to  the  swim- 
mine-pool. 

"The  platinum  wire  was  attached  here." 
He  mounted  the  plant  stand,  and  pointed 
to  a  discoloration  just  barely  discernible 
on  one  of  the  thick,  insulated  wires  that 
ran  out  to  the  big,  central  lighting  bell. 
"Thence  it  was  carried  under  the  stand 
here,  and  along  the  floor  to  one  of  those 
metal  fittings  beside  you  —  that  nearest 
faucet,  probably.  And  the  fineness  of  the 
wire  would  make  it  practically  certain  it 
would  never  be  noticed.  Now,  if  you  will 
try  the  water  still  in  the  pool  you  will  find 
it  salt.  And  that  salt,  also  put  there  by 
Fi.sher,  was  one  more  needed  preparation. 
Once  it  was  there — without  going  into 
any  electrical  technology  —  Mrs.  Fisher 
had  only  to  touch  the  water,  with  her  hand 
upon  one  of  those  metal  fittings,  .something 
she  was  morally  certain  to  do  when  step- 
ping either  in  or  out,  and  her  death  was 
certain.  In  fact,  it  was  the  voltage  shock 
which  caused  the  swelling  and  discolora- 
tion about  her  thoat.  Then,  as  she  fell, 
she  struck  the  faucet  with  the  side  of  her 
head,  and  received  what  seemed  to  be  the 
real  wound.  The  platinum  wire?  Oh,  it 
naturally  fused  and  left  no  trace — save 
the  little  pellet  of  metal  which  we  found 
two  days  ago." 

"And  the  magazine?"  asked  Bishop. 
"Where  does  your  magazine  come  in?" 

"That  magazine,"  answered  Laneham, 
"Contains  an  account  of  a  similar  crime 
committed  in  lower  Austria.  I  have  no 
doubt  it  was  what  suggested  the  whole 
devilish  plan  to  Fisher.  And  the  fact  that 
it  is  the  most  obscure  of  German  medical 
journals,  with  not  ten  subscribers,  I  sup- 


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pose,  in  all  America,  made  it  seem  to  him 
that  he  was  perfectly  safe  to  take  the 
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THE  END. 


Putting  The  Crops 
Across 

Continued  from  page  23 

of  everybody  has  been  dealing  with  them 
ever  since. 

Here  comes  the  C.P.R.  steamship  Kee- 
rvatin,  let's  say,  scheduled  to  carry 
seventy-five  million  bushels  of  grain,  con- 
signed to  her  by  six  or  seven  different 
shippers  and  stored  in  four  or  five  differ- 
ent elevators.  Owing  to  the  strict  Gov- 
ernment inspection.  One  Northern  at  the 
Empire  Elevator  is  just  the  same  as  One 
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a  call  at  the  former  for  25,000,  consigned 
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could  be  avoided,  even  if  the  ship  was 
taking  on  the  identical  grade  at  the  C.P.R. 
"D,"  consigned  to  her  by  Lemuel  Leth- 
bridge.  The  Keewatin  would  have  to  pull 
out,  back  around  and  chase  off  to  the 
Empire,  only  to  have  a  precisely  similar 
spout  stuck  into  the  same  hold.  Broker  A. 
had  no  dealings  with  Broker  B.  and  the 
waste  of  time  couldn't  be  avoided. 

Now,  however,  there  is  just  the  one 
chess  player  on  the  job.  The  boats  are 
his  men,  the  elevators  are  his  squares.  He 
can  transfer  warehouse  receipts  from  the 
credit  of  one  elevator  to  another,  and  can 
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two  calls  instead  of  five.  The  shipper 
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may  be  worth  anything  up  to  a  thousand 
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body  that  stretches  from  four  to  five  hun- 
dred ungainly,  but  most  desirable,  feet  of 
grain  space,  all  neatly  divided  into  holds 
for  different  grades  of  cargo.  The  larger 
freighters  will  easily  swallow  seven  train- 
loads  of  wheat  without  winking — forty- 
five  cars  to  a  train,  remember — and  the 
biggest  of  them  all,  the  625-foot  William 
Grant  Morden,  can  dispose  of  nine  such 
trainloads.  As  it  has  been  computed  that 
a  hardworking  dollar  will  haul  one  ton  4 
miles  by  road,  229  miles  by  rail  and  518 
miles  by  water ;  you  can  see  why  the  grain 
man  is  so  anxious  to  have  the  Lake  Ship- 
pers get  his  consignment  out  of  the  cars 
and  into  the  boats,  and  why,  when  the 
fateful  12th  of  December  is  thundering 
down  the  pike,  .T.  A.  Speers,  the  Fort  Wil- 
liam manager,  has  to  learn  to  sleep  with 
his  eyes  open. 

That  memorable  date  in  figures  a  foot 
high  lies  under  the  glass  of  his  desk  all 
year  round.  On  November  30th  the  re- 
gular insurance  rate  steps  down  and  out, 
and  one  a  shade  more  hectic  takea  its 
place.  This  lasts  until  the  5th.  The  pace 
quickens  during  its  regime.  From  then 
until  the  8th  a  still  higher  rate  holds  the 
reins.  Two  days  is  all  its  brief  authority. 
On  the  10th  the  last  and  stiffest  figure 
rushes  whooping  onto  the  stage. 

There  are  seventy  or  eighty  boats  in  the 
harbor.  Everybody  talks  staccato.  The 
boys  in  the  office  live  on  cigarettes.  The 
trimmers  on  the  dock  stay  forty-eight 
unpunctuated  hours  on  the  perspiring  job. 
And  the  reporters  get  a  chance  at  red 
hot  human  interest  stuff. 

Last  year  all  the  fleet  was  cleared  by 
midnight  but  one  boat.  The  365,000  bush- 
els that  cascaded  into  the  Philbin's  holds 
pulled  out  uninsured. 

After  which  J.  A.  Speers  and  his  office 
staff  went  home  and  rested  for  a  week? 

Oh,  no. 

"Dear  Jim,"  said  a  next  morning's  eight 
o'clock  wire,  "have  you  had  your  big 
sleep?  What's  chance  of  my  all-rail, 
plea.se?" 

For,  of  course,  you  know  that  the  ninety 
million  November  shipment  with  the 
twelve  December  record-makers  tacked  on, 
didn't  round  out  the  calendar.  Twenty- 
two  million  more  went  forward  by  land 
during  the  winter,  and  last  year  on  Febru- 
ary 15th  the  Lake  Shippers  became  official 
chess  players — or  in  others,  car  agents — 
for  their  honors  the  C.N.,  G.T.,  and  C.P., 
concurrently  suppo.sed  to  trust  nobody  but 
their  astute  selves  The  Lake  Shippers 
also  engineered  the  transfer  of  the  twelve 
million-bushels  of  grain  commandeered  by 
the  Government  last  fall.  No  wonder  then 
that  we  chose  their  Fort  William  windows 
from  which  to  observe  the  drama  of  the 
grain  trade. 

THE  grain  men,  the  roads,  the  Govern- 
ment, are  all  pleased  with  the  record 
crop  that  is  still  trickling  into  port,  the 
record  despatch  with  which  it  is  sent 
forward  toward  the  East.  Once  in  a 
while,  however,  a  voice  of  protest  is  raised, 
a  semi-humorous  grouch  made  vocal  by  a 
man  who  wears  "the  fed-up  expression" 
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ONCE  in  a  while  you  get  a  bit  of  tra- 
gedy folded  in  with  the  screaming 
harvest  headlines.  There  are  church  ser- 
vices other  than  thanksgivings  for  the 
lamilies  of  the  men  who  freight  the 
wonder-gold  from  the  prairies  across  the 
6iggest  lake  in  the  world. 

Do  you  remember  November  9th,  1913, 
when  Somebody  that  doesn't  bother  about 
insurance  rates  sent  the  black  cloud-bat- 
talions skittering  out  of  the  north  on  the 
wings  of  a  murderous  wind  —  when  the 
thermometer  fell  and  the  waves  rose  and 
all  Superior  turned  into  an  ice-cold  hell? 
The  Jamen  Camithcrs  went  down,  the 
largest  Canadian  freighter  on  the  Lakes. 
The  Turret  Chief  was  rammed  ashore  at 
Copper  Harbor,  frosted  like  a  Christmas 
cake.  Eighteen  ve.<?sels  went  to  the  bot- 
tom. Four  more  were  piled  on  the  sands 
and  pounded  to  pieces  by  the  wavef.  Three 
million  dollars  went  gurgling  down  under 
the  cold  waters.  Two  hundred  and  fifty- 
four  of  the  bravest  men  in  Canada  died  to 
defend  the  grain  trade. 

But  it  was  worth  defending.  They'd 
say  so  themselves  if  the  reporters  Up 
Yonder  could  pass  back  the  interviews. 
Look  at  the  map,  the  splendid  farflung 
prairie;  the  mountains,  white  against  the 
world-edge;  the  unknown  wonders  of  the 
last  north. 

If  there  ever  was  a  country  worth  living 
in,  worth  looking  at,  worth  dreaming 
about,   worth   dying   for — its   ours! 


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.■\nne  shook  her  head  slowly,  in  silent 
negation. 

"I'm  sure  they're  different.  Why,  I 
used  to  understand  women ;  I  used  to  think 
I  was  able  to  realize  their  motives  and 
moods.  But  all  I  seem  to  know  about  them 
now  is  that  they  are  unknowable!" 

Anne  looked  at  him  pointedly,  so  unex- 
pected was  this  new  note  of  humility. 

"We  don't  know  ourselves,"  confessed 
Anne. 

A  SUDDEN  cloud  of  solemnity  which 
^^  had  settled  on  his  face,  portentous  of 
something  vast  and  vital  and  impending, 
frightened  her  a  little,  causing  her  to  slip 
away  from  him  and  start  to  her  feet. 

"Let's  go!"  she  cried,  apprehensive  and 
yet  not  unhappy,  incongruously  compelled 
to  retreat  before  that  decisive  and  criti- 
cal moment  after  which  there  could  be  no 
retreat.  And  although  she  remained  as 
silent  as  the  man  at  her  side,  they  went  on, 
tarrying  and  loitering,  rambling  and  rest- 
ing, touched  with  some  new  and  unnamed 
sense  of  companionship,  each  glad  of  the 
other's  comradeship  in  what  was  felt  to 
be  a  new  isolation  of  life. 

He  was  wondering  if,  at  heart,  she 
hated  him,  if  beneath  her  silence  there  did 
not  lurk  some  yet  urigerminated  seed  of 
contempt.  It  troubled  him  to  think  how 
far  apart,  not  only  from  this  warm  and 
silent  woman  at  his  side,  but  from  all  his 
fellow-beings,  his  lonely  paths  of  life  had 


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taken  him.  Sybil,  with  her  hatred  of  thi 
scholastic  bent,  looked  on  him,  he  felt,  a; 
she  might  look  on  some  strange  old  Latii 
epitaph,  passingly  attractive  to  her  capri 
ces  because  it  belonged  to  an  age  not  hei 
own,  piquing  her  for  a  moment,  perhaps 
because  it  was  momentarily  undecipher 
able. 

As  for  Richard  Sewell,  Macraven  knev 
that  this  youth  entertained  towards  him  ; 
certain  mild  pity,  a  gentle  commisera 
tion,  such  as  a  devout  and  true  believei 
might  forbearingly  nurse  towards  somi 
benighted  pagan  in  his  feverish  worshi] 
of  gods  as  benighted  as  himself. 

As  cold-blooded  as  a  toad — the  memor; 
of  that  derisive  stab  still  rankled  deep  ii 
Macraven's  breast.  It  was  untrue — th 
charge  was  as  false  as  the  analogy  wa 
erroneous — for  he  recalled,  with  a  smal 
yet  appeasing  sense  of  triumph,  that  th 
Bufo  lentiginosus  the  familiar  arciferou 
and  tailless  amphibian  of  everyday  life,  i 
other  words,  the  toad,  was  not  a  cole 
blooded  animal.  If  young  Sewell  had  sper 
as  much  time  in  the  pursuit  of  learninj 
as  he  had  in  the  pursuit  of  his  selfish  pie; 
sures,  he  would  never  have  made  such 
staternent. 

But  bitterly  if  tardily  he  was  compelU 
to  confess  to  himself  that  there  had  bee 
certain  adequate  reasons  for  that  estima 
of  his  character.  He  had  not  alwa 
shown  sympathy  and  warmth  where  the 
might  have  been  effective.  He  had  bei 
narrow  and  hard — he  had  made  ever 
thing  about  him  bend  towards  the  go 
of  his  own  grim  aspirations. 

"Oh,  you  must  despise  me!    You  mu  n 
hate  me!"  he  cried  out,  with  a  sudden  a 
tremulous  note  of  passion   and  self-ha 
that  caused  Anne  to  draw  up,  wide-ey 
and  staring. 

"Hate  you?"  she  gasped,  "why  shouk 
hate  you?" 

"Why  shouldn't  any  woman  hate  selSs 
ness  and  smallness  and  meanness  of  spirjip 
Why  should  any  woman  be  satisfied  w 
the  dregs  and  tailings  and  husks  of  a  ma 
life,  and  be  ready  to  dignify  the  conte 
plation  of  those  odious  remnants  with  1 
name  of  friendship  even?" 

Never  before  could  Anne  recall  seei 
his  thin  ascetic  face  so  convulsed  w§ie( 
emotion. 

"Do  you  mean  that  every  woman  .^ho; 
love  an  idler  in  life?"  she  demand 
"Don't  you  think  that  women  realize  t 
work  has  its  nobility  as  well  as  its  o! 
gations?" 

"But  when  that  work  makes  him  bli 
and  leaves  him  hard  and  narrow  and 
acting!" 

"It  is  not  the  work's  fault,  but 
man's,"  answered  Anne,  very  quietly 
very  bravely.  i|tlii 

He  turned  to  her  suddenly.  Iks't 

"Anne  Appleby,  candidly  and  hones  ^tllc 
why  did  you  refuse  to  marry  me,  six  ye  ksed 
ago?"  (ftim 

She  slipped  down  weakly  on  the  kn 
turf  that  sloped  to  the  river-bank.  HiM, 
color  had  left  her  face  completely.  » or 

"I  don't  think  I  could  explain  to  y  ftote 
she  answered,  at  last,  gazing  at  him  >  IW| 
what  was  almost  a  look  of  blind  apj 

"Then  it  was  my  selfishness  that  np 
you  afraid  of  me,"  he  almost  exultedfti 
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laking  myself,  or  had  already  made  my- 

;lf!" 
"It  was  only  the  selfishness  of  youth," 

feid  Anne,  softly. 

"   "But  it  was  selfishness,  utter   selfish- 
*ess!"  he  almost  groaned,  in  his  bitter- 

?ss  of  heart. 
'But  I  knew — and  you  yourself  must 

xve  known — that  some  day   you   would 

'  low  beyond  it,"  argued  Anne,  looking  out 
•(.'I-  the  wind-rippled  river. 
"If  you  had  only  told  me!"  he  lamented. 

ie  marvelled    at  the    intensity    of  his 
isery. 

"Can't  you  see,"  she  said  at  last,  "it  had 
come  of  itself.       It  would  have  been 

J'jorse  than  useless,  if  it  had  come  to  you 
cept  by  way  of  your  own  heart!" 
"But  you  knew  all  along!"     He  could 

I*  )t  .see  that  she  was  struggling  80  hard  to 
ep  back  her  tears. 
"But  it  was  not  for  me  to  judge?"  she 

Jswered,  after  a  little  silence.  "I  could 
ly  wait,  and  hope.  You  had  your  work, 
ur  aims,  your  career!" 
"Yes,  my  work,  my  aims,  vty  career!" 
cried  loathingly,  in  his  utter  self-abase- 
nt.  "Everything  must  circle  amout 
,  about  this  central  and  all-consuming 

^  ',0  of  mine,  until  I  had  climbed  to  the 

Mice  I  wanted!     Oh,  Anne,  Anne,  I  am 
hamed  of  it  all!" 
But  why  should  you  be?"  she  mollified 

«^n,  nervously  pulling  a  daisy-head  to 
'ces. 

'And  all  the  while,"  he  continued,  more 
ietly,  disregarding  her  question,  "all 
'.  while  you  were  living  for  others.   You 

«  re  thinking  of  the  needy  and  suffering, 
u  were  doing  good,  and  getting  some- 
■   ir  tangible   and   worth  while  out   of 

'No,  no,  no,"  she  denied.     "I  was  only 
k  <-oman.    And  that  was  all  there  was  for 

to  do." 

^^ihe  was  afraid  he  would  see  the  tear- 

:i  on  her  lashes,  so  she  bent  her  head 

laughed  a  little. 

"•*  'Though  I  did  hate  to  hear  you  make 

■'t    of  me  about  those  woollen  mits  I  was 

:-.l  ays  knitting  for  the  Indian  children!" 

ler  quiet  little  laugh  seemed  to  shake 

^  tragedy  out  of  the  moment.    Macraven 

; « ced   up   at  her   with    a   less   troubled 

w. 
u  How  old  are  you,  Anne?"  he  asked, 
.,4  1  that  ingenuousness  peculiar  to  the 
t  d  of  life-long  abstraction. 
o|01d   enough    to   be   your   mother — al- 
t,"  replied  Anne,  feeling  that  it  was 
ir  thus  to  skirt  the  morasses  of  their 
Tier  solemnity. 

You  have  been  one,"  said  the  candid 
1  of  science,  honestly,  earnestly,  and 
a   little   ruefully.     "You   have   been 
er  than  one  to  me,  for  years,  now!" 
Don't  dare  to  say  how  many!"  warned 
e,  though  the  Vesuvian  fires  of  her 
essed  maternal  instinct  made  her  role 
acetiousness  a  hard  part  to  sustain. 
iTou're  twenty-seven,"  said  Macraven, 
.  sudden  conviction, 
fou   once    said    you'd   never   trust   a 
lan  over  twenty-five  who  wouldn't  lie 
it  her  age,"  reminded  Anne. 
Jut  you  are  twenty-seven,  aren't  you?" 
tine  considered. 

!'hat  would  mean  that  in  three  years 
lave  sense — if  what  you  said  in  the 


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balanced  effect. 

The  economies'of  working  and  heat- 
ing were  gone'into  thoroughly. 


Then,  and  not  till  then,  were  the 
plan  and  design  laid  out  and  submitted 
to  the  final  jurors,  our  construction 
experts,  who  considered  it  only  from 
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introduction  to  'Woman  Recrudescent'  is 
true?"  admitted  Anne. 

The  humbled  man  of  science  winced  a 
little  as  he  thought  of  those  early  days  of 
his  foolish  and  pristine  pride.  It  seemed 
now  like  ground  where  angels  might  fear 
to  tread. 

"After  all,  it's  a  lovely  age,  twenty- 
seven!"  sighed  Macraven. 

"I  find  it  very  comfortable,"  admitted 
Anne. 

THEN  a  silence  fell  over  them.  The 
leaves  rustled,  the  wind  stirred  the 
water,  somewhere  in  the  remote  distance 
the  bob-o-links  were  calling  and  carol- 
ling. 

"Anne,"  said  the  Professor  of  Anthro- 
pology, quietly. 

He  scarcely  knew  how  to  go  on,  and 
in  his  difficulty  he  caught  Anne's  hand, 
and  held  it  in  his  own.  It  was  a  woman's 
hand,  warm  and  soft  and  supple,  with  all 
its  hint  of  latent  strength  and  purpose. 
And  it  was  an  enchanting  hand  to  hold, 
he  discovered,  to  his  great  surprise.  It 
was  not  the  dimpled  and  trifling  and 
dainty  little  hand,  the  useless  little  tinted 
shell  of  a  hand;  like  Sybil's,  for  instance. 
There  was  a  strength  and  a  sacredness 
about  it,  he  felt,  something  far  above  the 
mere  tissue  and  bone,  the  digits  and  meta- 
carpus, something  that  seemed  to  make  it 
the  shield  and  the  receptacle  that  sacred 
torch  of  life  which  had  passed  from  woman 
to  wistful  woman  from  the  first  day  of 
mortal  existence  down  to  the  last. 

Anne's  solemn  grey  eyes  darkened  a 
little,  as  he  bent  over  that  hand  of  won- 
der. Then  a  betraying  tremble  of  emo- 
tion crept  about  the  corners  of  her  once 
humorous  lips.  Her  wave  of  tragedy  had 
billowed  and  broken  upon  her  wave  of 
comedy,  and  he  realized  that  she  had 
drawn  away  from  his  touch,  almost  an- 
grily, it  seemed  to  him. 

He  turned  to  her  timidly,  and  hesi- 
tated before  that  purposeful  knitting  of 
her  wide  low  brows.  Thus  even  his  mood 
of  hesitancy  slipped  away  from  him,  for 
he  had  noticed  a  movement  among  the 
dry  leaves  at  their  feet. 

This  movement,  he  saw,  was  caused  by 
a  bug.  He  saw,  as  he  bent  and  looked 
closer,  that  it  was  a  somewhat  remarkable 
bug.  Unconsciously,  as  he  peered  down 
at  it,  the  old  habit  of  mind,  the  attitude  of 
a  lifetime,  reasserted  itself. 

HE  dropped  to  his  knees,  pursuing  the 
escaping  specimen.  But  it  was  an 
exteremely  nimble  bug,  betraying  no  de- 
sire to  yield  its  liberty  to  even  the  high 
cause  of  science.  It  led  him  a  quick  but 
undignified  chase  through  the  tangled 
grass.  But  he  finally  captured  it,  and  re- 
turned to  Anne's  side  with  it  carefully  im- 
prisoned in  his  handkerchief. 

"Why,  it's  a  spider!"  murmured  Anne. 

"Yes,"  said  Macraven,  as  he  exposed 
his  capture,  "a  beautiful  specimen  of  the 
Epeiridae.  They  are  the  most  interesting 
family  of  orbitelarian  insects,  having,  as 
you  will  notice,  the  first  two  pair  of  legs 
much  the  longest,  and  the  two  lateral  pair 
of  eyes  remote  from  the  four  median.  Ah, 
yes;  and  this,  I  take  it,  is  our  little  cap- 
tive's subcircular  web!" 

Then  he  looked  up  quickly. 

"Anne,  what  are  you  laughing  at?" 


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She  refused  to  tell  him,  just  as  she  de- 
clined to  confess  the  cause  of  that  inde- 
terminate look  of  reproach  he  had  de- 
tected in  her  quiet  grey  eyes. 

Then  he  remembered,  suddenly;  and 
with  the  realization  came  a  deluging  sense 
of  shame  th^it  left  his  face  dyed  with  its 
tell-tale  brick-red  flush.  He  had  forgotten 
her  for  a  bug! 

Oh,  I  know,"  he  confessed.    "I've  been 
a  fool  about  these  things  so  long!" 

"Silly,"  she  said,  with  her  pacifying 
simile. 

HE  noticed  where  the  sunlight  touched 
her  brown  hair,  pointing  here  and 
there  with  a  glimmer  of  chestnut.  For 
»11  her  laughter,  a  strange  softness  hov- 
ered about  her  face;  some  old  and  mys- 
erious  wistfulness  lurked  in  her  grey 
-yes.  There  had  been  no  transfiguration, 
le  told  himself.  It  was  the  same  Anne  he 
lad  always  known  and  seen.  But  he  sud- 
lenly  awoke  to  the  startling  consciousness 
;hat  the  Anne  before  him  was  a  compell- 
ngly  beautiful  woman— a  beautiful  wo- 
iian  that  some  inscrutable  awakening  in 
lis  own  troubled  breast  suddenly  made 
he  goal  of  all  activity,  the  height  of  all 
ispi  ration. 

The  strange  bug  fell  to  the  ground,  un- 
loticed.    It  lay  on  its  back  there,  supinely, 
.peculating,  perhaps,  on  the  blind  prob- 
lems of  life  and  death,  of  love  and  as- 
liration,  with  every  prospect  of  solving 
hem  as  conclusively  as  might  any  mortal 
cholar,  or  any  merely  human  philosopher. 
"Do  you  know  what  I  was  going  to  say, 
inne,  before  I  picked  up  that  bug?" 
Anne,  of  course,  did  not. 
"I  was  going  to  ask  you  something  that 
ought  not  to  ask  you,  I  know,"  he  be- 
tan.       Then   a  flash  of  something  from 
Inne's  grey  eyes  seemed  to  make  it  very 
ard  for  him  to  go  on  again. 
The  fallen  spider,  in  its  lowly  brute  way, 
lust  have  taken  thought  of  the  truth  that 
pportunity  comes  at  least  once  into  every 
fe         For   with   superfine   discernment, 
ast  as  the  unhappy   Professor   of   An- 
iropology    caught,    not    one    of    Anne  s 
ands,  but  both  of  them,  in  his  own  thin 
trong  fingers,  it  regained  its  normal  posi- 
on  and  scrambled  hurriedly  out  of  reach 
nd  out  of  sight. 
"Anne,"  the  man  was  saying,  with  a 
ew  and  tender  note  of  pleading  in  his 
oice.    "I  was  going  to  ask  you  to  marry 

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factories  are  working  as  full  as  short- 
ages of  help  and  raw  material  allow; 
money  is  easy  and  collections  good.  Why 
then  are  our  leaders  in  Government  and 
industry  uniting  in  an  urgent  chorus  of 
"Work!     Save!     Lay  by!" 

In  the  first  place,  the  thrift  campaign 
aims  at  driving  into  people's  heads  a  more 
serious  realization  of  war  conditions.  The 
war  is  going  to  be  won  by  preponderance 
of  resources  —  preponderance  of  men, 
munitions  and  money.  Every  dollar  saved 
by  the  Canadian  mechanic  will  help  in 
winning  the  war.  Every  article  turned 
out  in  Canadian  factories  is  so  much 
added  to  our  production  of  wealth.  One 
prominent  Canadian  —  so  prominent,  in 
fact,  that  his  name  cannot  be  quoted — 
would  like  to  see  every  man  who  cannot 
go  to  the  front,  working  evenings  and 
holidays  at  some  form  of  industrial  labor 
— hclpinci  to  produce  more  wealth.  He 
would  hale  the  business  man  from  his 
desk,  the  merchant  from  his  store — after 


T  hey  luork  as  you  hoped  they  mould 


hours,  mind  you — put  them  into  overalls 
and  turn  them  for  several  extra  hours 
into  industrial-producing  units. 

And  the  second  reason  for  the  Thrift 
Propaganda,  is  the  feeling  that  after  the 
war  Canada  will  face  a  period  of  serious 
strain.  It  is  idle  to  endeavor  to  pre- 
dict what  will  happen  after  peace  is  de- 
clared, but  it  is  more  than  foolhardy  to 
refuse  to  recognize  that  there  is  at  the 
least  a  very  grave  danger  that  conditions 
for  a  time  will  be  very  bad.  If  the  bark 
of  business  weathers  the  storm  and  comes 
through  it  with  colors  flying  and  rigging 
intact,  it  will  be  because  adequate  pre- 
parations were  made.  The  more  we  can 
save  now,  the  easier  it  will  be  to  ride  out 
the  gale. 

'TpHOSE  who  are  to-day  preaching 
•^  thrift  to  a  prosperous  public  have 
also  this  in  their  favor.  Certain  condi- 
tions are  already  arising  that  make  for 
trouble  later  on.  Prices  of  food  and  cloth- 
ing are  going  high-sky.  We  pay  more  for 
pretty  nearly  everything  now.  This  is 
the  inevitable  result  of  shortages  of  ma- 
terial and  help  linked  up  with  heavy  de- 
mands. If  wages  decline  after  peace  has 
been  signed  and  war  contracts  cease 
prices  will  also  come  down.  There  will 
be  a  general  readjustment,  a  more  or 
less  sudden  drop  to  old  levels;  and  at  such 
times  much  loss  and  suffering  is  bound 
to  result.  The  man  with  a  bank  account 
will  be  in  a  position  to  face  the  read- 
justment with  a  confidence  that  will  be 


— Jhjnijcrfnrd  in  I'ittKUurijh  Xun. 

Another  Zeppelin  Atrocity. 


— Ireland,  in  Columhus  Dixpatrh. 
If  It  Drops— Good  Night! 


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lacking  in  his  neighbor  who  has  refused  to 
husband   his  earnings. 

Unquestionably  the  advice  to  the  in- 
dividual to  save  and  work  hard  and  con- 
trive by  every  means  in  one's  power  to 
get  on  a  sound,  safe  basis,  is  farsighted 
and  patriotic. 

EVIDENCE  of  a  sober  undertone  to 
^  national  sentiment  is  seen  in  the 
growing  totals  of  bank  deposits.  Figures 
show  that  among  business  men  and  house- 
holders there  is  an  earnest  determination 
to  reduce  mortgage  indebtedness.  Paoer 
is  being  redeemed  satisfactorily  ami  back 
taxes  are  being  paid  up.  Altogether  Can- 
ada is  setting  her  house  in  order  and  using 
the  increased  earnings  of  the  present 
"flush,"  days  to  square  off  the  deficits  of 
boom  time  indiscretions.  If  the  present 
prosperous  condition  continues  —  and 
there  is  the  surety  of  continuance  for 
some  time  no  matter  what  happens  acro.^'s 
the  water — the  financial  situation  gener- 
ally will  be  gradually  placed  on  a  re- 
markably sound  basis.  From  wholesalers 
and  manufacturers  come  statements  of 
the  liquidation  of  accounts  that  have  long 
been  slow  and  heavy.  The  West  is  squar- 
ing off  its  indebtednesses  with  vigor  and 
resiliency.  The  ship-building  boom  on 
the  Pacific  Coast  is  helping  to  lift  the 
gloom  that  settled  down  so  thick  on  Bri- 
tish Columbia  when  the  war  broke  out. 

A  T  the  same  time  we  are  probably 
•^*-  spending  more  individually  than 
ever  before.  The  high  price  of  beefsteaks 
does  not  keep  the  lordly  porterhouse 
from  gracing  the  table  of  the  moderate- 
salaried  man.  Our  roads  are  black  with 
newly-purchased  automobiles.  Consider 
the  figures  of  automobile  imports.  The 
following  table  shows  that  for  June  and 
for  the  three  months  then  ending  new 
records  were  established,  while  the  fig- 
ures of  1915  were  more  than  doubled: — 


COMPARATIVE    IMPORTS 

Autos 

Auto  Parts 

Total 

1912 

.$1,042,679 

$  70,283 

$1,112,962 

1913  . 

729,330 

318,857 

1,048,187 

1914  . 

801.935 

166,548 

968,483 

1915   . 

559,668 

212,939 

772,607 

1916   . 

894,353 

627,554 

1,521,907 

For  three  mon 

ths  ending. 

June 

1912    . 

.$3,637,715  $    214,887 

$3,853,602 

1913 

.   3,195,958 

1,007,295 

4,203,253 

1914    . 

.   2,521,905 

895,825 

3,417,730 

1915    . 

.   1,741,245 

635,581 

2,376,826 

1916 

.   3,314,015 

1,492,333 

4,806,348 

Wholesalers  state  that  their  sales  of 
goods  generally  classed  as  luxuries  have 
increased  rather  astonishingly.  People 
apparently  are  buying  of  the  best.  Of 
course,  free  buying  keeps  the  money  in 
circulation  and  helps  to  maintain  business 
at  its  present  high  pitch.  But  the  patrio- 
tic Canadian,  without  resorting  to 
scrimping,  or  miserliness,  should  remem- 
ber that  it  is  his  duty  to  conserve  his  re- 
sources. This  is  the  idea  underlying  the 
Thrift  Campaign. 

A  S  for  present  conditions  the  remark- 
-'*•  able  activity  of  Canadian  industry 
can  best  be  demonstrated  by  reference  to 
the  balance  of  trade.    The  balance  is  now 


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NO    JOKE    TO    BE     DEAF 

Every' Deaf    Person    Knows    That 

I  make  mysell  luar.  aftci'  heinK  deaf  for 
25  years,  with  these 
.Vrliflcial  Kar  l>rums. 
1  wear  them  day  and 
iiiBht.  They  are  per 
fectly  comfortable.  N' 
line  sees  them.     VVri 

me  and  I  win  tell  yo,,    M.jic.d    £„ 
1.     true     story,     how     I  Drum 

got   deaf    and    how    I  urum, 

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very  decidedly  in  our  favor.  For  the 
month  of  July,  1914,  our  total  exports 
were  $41,807,648  as  against  imports  of 
$43,198,366.  In  1915  for  the  same  month 
our  exports  were  $45,590.03  as  against 
imports  of  $37,366,309.  The  pendulum 
had  at  last  swung  the  other  way.  Since 
then  we  have  been  piling  balance  upon 
balance.  In  July  of  this  year  our  exports 
were  $104,964,270,  against  imports  of 
$64,  026,689.  These  figures  demonstrated 
as  welj  a  remarkable  revival  of  trade  ac- 
tivity. 

Figures  given  in  a  recent  bulletin  of 
the  Department  of  Trade  and  Commerce 
show  how  marked  has  been  our  advance 
in  the  exporting  of  manufactured  pro- 
ducts. For  the  twelve  months  ending  in 
July,  1914,  we  exported  $63,071,050.  In 
1915  for  the  corresponding  period  this 
total  had  swelled  to  $115,401,389.  For 
the  twelve  months  ending  in  July  of  this 
year  we  show  a  total  of  $310,317,755.  In 
other  words  our  exports  of  manufactures 
have  increased  nearly  two  hundred  per 
cent. 

Agricultural  exports  have  also  in- 
creased prodigiously.  Taking  the  same 
period  we  find  in  1914,  a  total  of  $189,- 
212,934.  In  1915  this  shrunk  to  $133,- 
442.130,  but  in  the  present  year,  thanks 
to  last  year's  bumper  crops,  the  export 
total  has  gone  up  to  $354,119,435. 


TALKS  ON 

Investments 


What  Is  A  Bond? 

By  J.  W.  TYSON 

Associate-Editor  of  T/ii  hmuncial  Post 


TO  the  average  lay  mind  the  term 
"bond"  describes  a  safe  invest- 
ment. Comparatively  and  gener- 
ally speaking  this  is  the  case.  However, 
there  is  no  reason  why  a  bond,  simply  be- 
cause it  is  a  bond,  should  be  regarded  as 
absolute  security.  Many  people  buy  a 
bond  as  they  would  a  diamond.  They  take 
the  precaution  of  convincing  themselves 
that  it  is  genuine  and  then  gauge  the 
value  according  to  the  size  and  the  mar- 
ket. On  the  other  hand  there  would  be 
fewer  losses  if  investors  were  inclined  to 
a  greater  degree  to  look  upon  a  bond  as  a 
speculation  and  consider  the  purchase 
rather  as  they  would  that  of  a  piece  of 
real  estate;  that  is  to  search  its  history 
and  consider  the  title  and  security  and  re- 
lative value  in  comparison  with  other  pro- 
positions as  well  as  the  prospects  for  ap- 
preciation and  revenue.  There  is  no  more 
reason  why  a  man  should  buy  a  bond  be- 
cause it  is  a  bond  than  he  should  buy  real 
estate  because  it  is  earth. 

Let  it  be  repeated  that  generally  and 
comparatively  bonds  may  be  regarded  as 
safe  investments.  Except  where  large 
capital  is  employed  by  professional  opera- 
tors or  by  dealers,  there  is  little  specula- 
tion. This  is  because  the  status  of  the 
bond  holder  is  that  of  a  creditor  or  one 


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who  lends  money  to  a  corporation,  muni- 
cipality or  government..  In  return  for  his 
money  he  receives  a  promise  to  pay  and 
is  in  the  position  of  any  other  lender  of 
money.  He  expects  ultimately  to  receive 
his  principal  back  and  in  the  meantime  a 
regular  rate  of  interest.  As  a  result 
bonds  usually  vary  but  little  in  price,  the 
return  being  fixed  and  known. 

Without  going  into  technicalities  or 
dealing  in  detail  with  the  multiplicity 
and  complexity  of  bonds,  several  general 
groups  may  be  established.  In  Canada 
there  are  government  bonds,  including 
issues  by  the  Dominion  or  the  provinces; 
municipal  bonds,  including  city,  towns 
and  rural  municipalities,  school  deben- 
tures?, etc.,  and  a  broad  list  which  may  be 
included  under  the  general  head  of  in- 
dustrial bonds  or  those  floated  by  private 
enterprises  and  including  public  service 
bonds,  railroad  bonds,  mining  bonds,  tim- 
ber bonds,  issues  of  manufacturing  con- 
cerns, etc. 

Generally  s^peaking  the  consideration 
of  an  investment  in  either  of  the  first  two 
groups  referred  to  is  comparatively  sim- 
ple. In  the  case  of  a  Dominion  or  pro- 
vincial bond  the  question  of  security  re- 
quires little  consideration.  What  the  in- 
vestor has  to  consider  is  the  question  of 
return  and  this  is  upually  comparatively 
low  in  accordance  with  the  higher  security 
offered.  Municipal  bonds  may  also  be  re- 
garded with  confidence.  There  have  been 
few  cases  in  Canada  where  bonds  of  this 
class  have  been  defaulted.  However,  and 
particularly  during  unsettled  periods,  it 
is  well  to  consider  the  relative  position  of 
security  and  of  return.  Naturally  the 
higher  the  rate  of  interest  offered  and  the 
lower  the  price  are  a  reflection  of  how  the 
market  regards  the  stability  of  the  issue. 
Apart  from  this  specific  information  can 
usually  be  obtained  which  will  give  a 
person  with  average  business  ability  a 
fair  knowledge  of  hia  position  as  a  bond- 
holder. 

However,  and  referring  more  particu- 
larly in  relation  to  what  has  been  gener- 
ally termed  the  industrial  group,  or, 
broadly  speaking,  issues  by  private  enter- 
prises, the  word  "bond"  itself  is  no 
synonym  for  or  guarantee  of  safety.  It 
does  not  carry  with  it  any  guarantee  of 
quality.  A  good  stock  is  far  better  than 
a  poor  bond.  However,  there  are  sio 
many  kinds  of  corporate  bonds  that  each 
issue  must  be  studied  on  its  own  merit. 
Generally  speaking  the  theory  applies 
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to  pay  the  creditors  the  interest  due  them, 
the  owners  must  turn  over  the  property, 
but  in  practice  things  do  not  always  work 
out  that  way.  The  history  of  the  organi- 
zation proves  conclusively  that  only  those 
bonds  which  have  large  earnings  behind 
them  or  are  close  to  the  property  come 
out  of  the  fire  unhurt.  However,  the 
bonds,  for  the  payment  of  whose  inter- 
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to  the  fact  that  the  issuing  company  has 
outstanding  other  bonds  issued  against 
insufficient  security',  the  result  being  that, 
if  STich  company's  credit  becomes  impair- 
ed, all  the  bonds,  good  and  bad  alike,  suf- 
fer depreciation.  To  sum  up,  the  value 
of  the  bond  is  based  upon  the  value  of  the 
security  behind  it  and  this  value  de- 
pends largely  upon  the  revenue  produc- 
ing capacity. 

The  investor  will  always  do  well  to  con- 
sider well  the  security.  There  are-  first 
mortgage  bonds,  second  mortgage  bonds, 
third  mortgage  bonds  and  even  fourth 
mortgage  bonds,  each  in  turn  being  se- 
cured by  a  lien  on  the  property  of  the 
issuing  corporation.  In  this  connection  it 
might  be  well  to  give  a  general  definition 
of  what  is  meant  by  a  mortgage  bond. 
In  character  it  is  not  actually  different 
from  a  mortgage  on  a  parcel  of  real  estate 
except  in  the  respect  that  a  real  estate 
mortgage  is  usually  owned  by  one  indi- 
vidual whereas  there  are  hundreds  and 
often  thousands  of  investors  interested  in 
the  same  mortgage  issued  by  a  large  cor- 
poration on  its  property.  A  mortgage  for 
the  amount  of  the  loan  is  pronerly  drawn 
and  recorded  and  this  is  registered  with 
some  trust  company  which  acts  as  a  trus- 
tee. Bonds  are  issued  against  the  mort- 
gage. Each  bond  represents  a  direct  in- 
terest in  the  mortgasre  fo^  exactly  the  de- 
nomination it  calls  for  which  r^eans  that 
the  borrower  has  pledered  collateral  to 
guarantee  the  payment  of  the  bond  upon 
the  expiration  of  a  given  period  of  time 
together  with  interest. 

However,  the  investor  is  little  con- 
cerned about  the  mechanism  devised  by 
modern  finance  in  handlinor  large  loans, 
but  rather  with  the  collateral  securing 
them.  He  must  judge  of  the  eiuity  exist- 
ing behind  the  loan.  Even  in  the  simplest 
loan  no  one  would  for  a  moment  think  of 
accepting  for  security  any  pledge  which 
in  the  event  of  a  borrower  not  being  able 
to  meet  his  obligations  would  not  if  sold 
realize  at  once  the  face  value  of  the  loan 
together  with  all  accumulated  interest 
and  all  the  expense  caused  by  the  legal 
endorsement  of  its  payment.  In  addition 
it  is  necessary  as  a  precautionary  mea- 
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loss  in  the  default  on  the  part  of  the  bor- 
rower. The  exaction  of  a  certain  market 
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ferred to  in  financial  circles  as  the  equity. 
Since  the  smaller  the  equity  the  more 
speculative  in  character  the  bond,  a  better 
income  should  be  yielded  for  the  larger 
risk  the  holder  must  assume. 

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nant factor,  other  things  being  equal.  If 
a  man  buys  a  ?1,000  bond  bearing  five 
per  cent,  interest,  at  $1,000  the  income  on 
his  investment  is  five  per  cent.,  but  if  he 
pays  $1,050  for  the  same  bond  the  yield  is 
naturally  less  than  five  per  cent.  If  such 
bond  were  to  run  for  all  time  the  yield 
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cent.,  but  if  the  period  were  only  one 
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interest,  and  as  he  paid  $1,050  for  the 
bond,  he  would  make  nothing  on  the  trans- 
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the  form  of  interest.  In  other  words,  to 
arrive  at  the  true  return  or  yield  on  the 
money  invesrted  the  loss  suffered  by  pay- 
ing a  premium  must  be  distributed  over 
the  period  which  „no  bond  has  to  luii. 
The  longer  period  the  .smaller  the  loss. 
As?  bonds  are  practically  never  perpetual 
and  seldom  purchased  at  their  face  value, 
the  question  of  determining  yields  is  an 
important  one  to  the  average  investor. 
On  the  other  hand  if  the  bond  is  bought 
below  the  face  value  in  order  to  arrive 
at  the  true  yield  a  certain  amount  must  be 
aided  to  the  yearly  interest  instalment 
which,  placed  at  compound  interest, 
would  at  maturity  absorb  the  di.scount. 
This  involves  higher  mathematics?,  hut 
the  principal  may  be  applied  in  a  general 
way  to  the  average  issue. 

The  general  condition  of  busdness,  while 
affecting  all  bonds,  particularly  applies 
to  those  industrials  which  are  concerned 
with  public  consumption.  When  money 
is  plentiful  and  not  highly  profitable  in 
ordinary  business  pursuits  more  of  it  will 
flow  in  bond  investments  than  when  it  is 
actively  employed  at  high  rate.s.  Banks 
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their  funds  and  are  often  large  sellers 
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ally when  business  conditions  are  bad 
money  is  low,  while  when  conditions  im- 
prove the  rate  goes  up.  These  two  in- 
fluences being  generally  opposed  move- 
ments of  different  proportions  and  some- 
times in  different  directions  in  different 
cla.sses  of  securities  are  brought  about. 
High  grade  bonds  may  be  falling,  middle 
grade  bonds  remaining  stationary  and 
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:i>ie  are  well  worth  spreading  far,  for  the 
benefit  of  those  who  desire  peace  on  any 
terms: 

We  are  told  that  there  is  a  section  of  opin- 
ion in  the  United  States — a  small  section  as 
I  believe — which  desires  to  see  peace  concluded 
forthwith  on  almost  any  terms.  An  address 
lately  reached  me,  signed  by  some  Americans 
recommending  this  course.  It  said:  "The 
war  must  end  in  a  draw;  why  not  make 
peace  at  once  and  save  further  bloodshed?" 
I  noticed  that  a  large  proportion  of  those 
who  signed  it  came  from  Germany,  or  had 
German  names,  and  this  fact  is  significant. 
You  may  like  to  let  me  tell  Mr.  Beck  why 
neither  we  nor  our  Allies  can  follow  that 
advice.  I  may  say  for  all  of  us  here  that 
we  are  lovers  of  peace.  I  yield  to  no  one 
in  my  love  of  peace,  for  which  I  have  worked 
earnestly  for  thirty  years  in  and  out  of 
Parliament,  and  we  all  of  us  feel  the  terror, 
the  horror  and  suffering  of  this  war  as  much 
a.s  any  pacifists  in  America  can  feel  it.  But 
we  cannot  agree  to  any  such  peace  as  is  sug- 
gested either  by  these  gentlemen  or  by  the 
German  Government.  There  is  no  use  crying 
peace  when  there  cannot  be  any  peace  at 
present. 

In  the  first  place,  we  do  not  think  this 
war  will  end  in  a  draw.  The  Allies  are 
going  to  win.  We  believe  this  not  merely 
because  our  Army  in  France  is  driving  back 
the  Germans,  not  merely  because  the  Rus- 
sian troops  have  made  a  brilliant  advance, 
not  merely  because  the  soldiers  of  France 
have  been  standing  like  a  rock  with  magni- 
ficent valor  against  the  furious  attacks  made 
at  Verdun.  We  believe  it  because  the  Allies 
will  prove  to  be  stronger  on  land  than  the 
Germans,  and  because  ive  hold  the  unshaken 
and  unshakable  control  of  the  sea.  Secondly, 
peace  cannot  be  made  now  because  the  Ger- 
man Government  is  not  yet  prepared  for  it 
on  any  terms  we  could  accept.  The  German 
Government  may  know  it  is  going  to  be 
beaten,  but  the  German  people  do  not  yet 
know  it.  They  are  ignorant  of  the  true  facts, 
and  their  Government,  which  has  fed  them 
with  falsehoods  and  held  up  prospects  of 
territorial  gains,  fears  to  accept  terms  which 
would  recognize  its  own  failure.  Thirdly,  a 
pesfce  made  now  on  such  terms  as  the  German 
Government  would  accept  would  be  no  per- 
manent peace,  but  a  mere  truce.  It  would 
mean  for  Europe  constant  disquiet,  fresh 
alarms  of  war,  more  preparations  for  war, 
and  further  competition  in  prodigious  arma- 
ments. Lastly,  there  can  be  no  peace  now 
because  we  are  fighting  for  great  principles, 
principles  vital  to  the  future  of  mankind, 
principles  which  the  German  Government  has 
outraged  and  which  must  at  all  costs  be  vin- 
dicated. 

Britain  did  not  enter  this  war  to  win 
anything  for  herself.  What  .she  wants  now 
is  security  for  herself  and  her  oversea  Do- 
minions, together  with  deliverance  and  com- 
pensation for  Belgium  for  what  she  has  suf- 
fered, deliverance  for  Noithern  France,  and 
such  changes  in  the  east  as  will  make  it 
impossible  for  the  Turkish  Allies  of  Ger- 
many ever  again  to  massacre  their  Christian 
subjects  or  become  the  vassals  and  tools  of 
Germany  in  her  projected  eastward  advance. 
We   must  go  on.     This  is   a  conflict   for   the 


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principles  of  right  which  were  violated  when 
innocent  non-combatants  ftcre  slaughtered  in 
Belgium  and  drowned  in  the  Lunitaytia.  The 
Allies  are  bound  and  are  resolved  to  pro- 
secute the  war  till  victory  has  been  won  for 
those  principles  and  for  a  peace  established 
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Continued  from  page  II. 

which  they  may  produce  while  workinj? 
in  a  training  -shop. 

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Canadian  soldier  enters  a  military  hos- 
pital overseas,  because  of  wounds,  or 
accident,  or  disease,  he  comes  under  the 
care  of  the  Canadian  Army  Medical 
Corps.  Everything  which  science  and 
forethought  can  do  for  the  stricken  man 
is  done  for  him.  He  is  treated  in  gen- 
eral or  special  hospitals  as  his  case  de- 
mands, and  as  he  becomes  convalescent, 
gymnastics  and  exercises  of  all  sorts 
form,  with  appropriate  work  or  study, 
a  part  of  his  treatment,  in  order  that  his 
body — or  all  that  remains  to  him  of  it — 
may  be  strong,  and  prepared  to  [>erform 
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is  capable. 

The  Department  of  Militia  and  Defence 
has  established  Discharge  Depots  at  Que- 
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winter  port.  When  the  returned  men 
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are  housed,  fed,  and  medically  exaniined, 
and  are  then  sent  to  their  vario;is  divi- 
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The  procedure  at  the  Discharge  Depot 
is  as  follows: 

The  men  are  taken  before  a  Medical 
Board  consisting  of  three  members.  The 
records  of  previous  examinations  are 
gone  over,  and  are  either  confirmed  or 
dissented  from. 

The  men  are  then  divided  into  three 
classes. 

1.  Men  for  immediate  discharge  with- 
out a  pension.  They  receive  arrears  of 
pay,  and  a  bonus. 

2.  Men  whose  condition  may  be  bene- 
fited by  treatment,  in  a  convalescent 
home,  hospital,  or  sanatorium;  or,  rarely 
(if  the  medical  officer  thinks  it  desirable) 
in  their  own  homes.  They  receive  a  por- 
tion of  their  accrued  pay,  and  a  gradu- 
ated bonus,  according  to  the  number  and 
relationship  of  their  dependents. 

3.  Men  with  a  permanent  disability, 
which  would  not  be  benefited  by  further 
treatment;  and  who  will  be  discharged 
with  a  pension. 

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or  sanatoriums,  or  other  institutions,  are 
continued  on  pay  at  full  military  rates, 
till  discharged. 

If  they  are  undergoing  treatment  in 
their  own  homes,  they  are  allowed  "sub- 
sistence" as  well.  In  either  case,  separa- 
tion allowance  is  also  continued  to  the 
wives  of  maimed  men. 

All  the  men  receive  treatment,  attend- 
ance, and  training  free.  They  are  still 
soldiers,  and  under  military  authority 
and  discipline. 

At  present  there  are  some  twelve  hun- 
dred  men   under   treatment. 

VOCATIONAL  training  has  already 
been  established  in  connection  with 
several  of  the  convalescent  homes.  More 
schools  will  follow.  The  Commission  are 
fortunate  in  having  Mr.  T.  B.  Kidner  as 
vocational  secretary,  as  he  has  had  both 
English  and  Canadian  experience  in  this 
work,  and  is  fully  qualified  to  give  tech- 
nical advice. 

In  Montreal,  the  St.  George's  Annex 
is  in  use  as  a  vocational  training  centre 
for  the  men  in  the  two  Khaki  League  Hos- 
pitals. Halifax,  Quebec,  Sydney,  N.S., 
St.  John's,  N.B,  and  Calgary,  all  have 
classes  in  connection  with  the  Homes, 
where  training  of  an  elementary  nature 
is  given  in  English  and  French,  mechani- 
cal and  free-hand  drawing,  woodcarving, 
practical  arithmetic  and  bookkeeping, 
etc.,  etc.  The  Handicrafts  Guild  of  Mon- 
treal is  undertaking  to  sell  any  work  that 
the  soldiers  in  Montreal  may  make.  The 
Women's  Canadian  Club  in  St.  John's  is 
doing  the  same  thing.  In  Quebec  they 
are  trying  to  establish  toy-making  as  a 
home  industry  in  Canada. 

The  Central  Military  Convalescent 
Hospital,  in  Toronto,  is,  to  date,  the  larg- 
est and  most  complete  of  the  institutions 
in  charge  of  the  Commission.  It  has  ac- 
commodation for  one  hundred  and  thirty. 
It  is  equipped  with  a  magnificent  assort- 
ment of  the  latest  and  best  electrical 
machines,  violet  ray  apparatus,  thera- 
peutic ruby  lamp,  etc.  In  the  Mechano- 
Therapeutic  department  is  a  full  equip- 
ment of  Zander  machines,  including  a 
cycle  which  is  for  flexion  and  extension  of 
the  ankles,  and  other  similar  apparatus. 
In  addition  there  is  a  gymnasium  plinth, 
which  includes  flying  rings  stall  bars, 
etc.,  for  the  treatment  of  stiffened  joints 
of  the  trunk  and  upper  extremities. 

In  the  Hydro-Therapeutic  department 
is  a  control  table,  showers,  needles,  sham- 
poos, continuous  baths,  and  a  vapor  bath 
worked  by  the  Tyranauer  system.  The 
plant  is  in  full  swing,  and  the  results  are 
exceedingly  satisfactory.  At  the  present 
time  over  eighty  treatments  are  being 
given  each  week. 

In  Winnipeg  the  Deer  Lodge  Hotel, 
owned  by  Mr.  R.  J.  Mackenzie,  and  lent 
by  him  to  the  Commission,  will  shortly  be 
ready  for  use.  It  is  splendidly  adapted 
for  the  purpose  of  a  Convalescent  Hospi- 
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Some  of  the  Military  Convalescent  Hos- 
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don,  has  made  a  great  success  of  this 
with  the  men  under  her  charge. 

A  CERTAIN  number  of  men  are  being 
■**■  fitted  with  artificial  limbs  from  the 
branch  factory  in  connection  with  the 
Canadian  Convalescent  Hospital  at  Rams- 
gate.  To  facilitate  matters,  the  Commis- 
sion has  established  a  special  Orthopae- 
dic centre  at  Toronto,  to  which  all  men 
requiring  artificial  limbs  will  be  sent 
direct  from  the  Discharge  Depot.  A 
workshop  for  the  manufacture  of  arti- 
ficial limbs  will  shortly  be  in  operation 
and  it  is  proposed,  as  far  as  possible,  to 
use  the  services  of  returned  men  in  their 
manufacture.  No  expense  i.s  being  spared 
in  obtaining  the  most  suitable  attach- 
ments, bearing  in  mind  the  occupation  of 
the  man  himself.  It  has  been  recognized 
that  the  most  expensive  arm  or  leg  is  not 
always  the  most  serviceable.  It  has  also 
been  recognized  that  the  Commission  can, 
by  undertaking  the  manufacture  of  these 
attachments,  obtain  the  benefit  of  the 
latest  improvements,  some  of  which  are 
not  available  for  individual  firms. 

.Arrangements  have  been  made  with 
the  principal  sanatoria  throughout 
Canada  to  receive  the  men  who  have  con- 
tracted tuberculosis,  their  maintenance 
being  paid  by  the  Government.  The 
Commission  is  eftablishing  a  hospital  for 
rheumatic  cases,  where  hydropathic 
treatment  will  be  available.  Also  an  in- 
stitution to  which  men  suffering  from 
mental  disorders  and  extreme  nervous- 
nes.s,  due  to  shock,  may  be  sent  for  treat- 
ment. 

'  I  ""O  date,  fortunately,  only  seven  sold- 
*■  iers  have  entirely  lost  their  sight. 
They  are  first  admitted  to  the  St.  Dun- 
stan's  Home  for  Blinded  Soldiers,,  Re- 
gent's Park,  London,  England,  operated 
by  Sir  Arthur  Pearson.  After  a  period 
of  training  they  are  returned  to  Canada. 
Arrangements  have  been  made  with  the 
Canadian  Free  Library  for  the  Blind  to 
furnish  books  and  other  literature,  that 
study  may  be  continued,  and  when  neces- 
sary men  will  be  sent  for  further  treat- 
ment to  one  of  the  blind  institutes  already 
established  in  Canada.  That  the  blind 
can  read  and  write  by  the  use  of  a  special 
system  of  raised  letters,  is  common  know- 
ledge. That  they  can  successfully  oper- 
ate telephones,  mend  boots,  make  barrels, 
and  typewrite,  is  not  so  generally  known. 
Blind  men,  indeed,  can  successfully  per- 
form almost  any  operation  that  does  not 
require  much  change  of  place,  or  the  use 
of  extremely  small  things. 

In  the  case  of  those  who  have  lost  one 
eye,  a  glass  eye  is  being  provided  in 
England,  by  the  Canadian  medical  auth- 
orities. 

Special  training  is  also  provided  for 
the  deaf,  which  will  greatly  lighten  their 
disability.  Everyone  knows  something 
of  the  finger  alphabet,  but  it  is  less  widely 
known  that  the  deaf  can  be  taught  to 
read  the  lips  of  those  who  are  speaking, 
so  that  an  expert  can  carry  on  a  con- 
versation with  very  little  trouble.  Even 
a  slight  knowledge  of  lip-reading  may  be 
of  great  assistance  to  a  deaf  person,  but 
it  is  especially  important  that  its  study 
should  be  commenced  early  by  those  who 


FOOD    ECONOMY 

Every  housewife  knows  the  length  of 
time  it  takes  to  prepare  the  most  ordinary 
soup,  the  cost  of  fuel,  ingredients,  etc.  But 
with  a  few  vegetables,  one  or  two  Oxo 
Cubes,  a  little  flour  and  water,  a  most 
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So  with  entrees,  savouries,  sauces,  invalid 
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convenient,  efficient  way,  and  makes  for 
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Another  point  of  great  importance  is  the 
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nutritive  value  of  other  dishes.  For  instance, 
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have  still  some  hearing  left  to  them,  if  it 
is  certain  that  they  will  eventually  be- 
come stone  deaf.  There  are  already 
several  excellent  institutions  in  Canada, 
where  this  can  be  taught. 

"D  UT  Canada  does  not  consider  that  she 
-'-'  has  paid  her  debt  to  her  soldiers 
when  she  has  re-habilitated  them  as  far 
as  possible,  and  then  discharged  them. 
She  must  not  only  set  them  upon  their 
own  feet,  she  must  help  them,  if  neces- 
sary, to  take  their  first  steps.  At  pre- 
sent and  for  some  time  to  come,  gratitude 
and  sympathy  will  make  it  easy  for  a  dis- 
charged soldier  to  find  occupation.  But 
that  sentiment  will  disappear  in  a  few 
years  after  the  war  when  economic  com- 
petition becomes  more  keen. 

To  provide  for  that  part  of  the  problem, 
both  present  and  future.  Provincial  Com- 
mittees have  been  formed,  under  tne 
Commission,  in  every  province.  Divi- 
sional and  district  staffs  are  at  their  dis- 
posal. And  each  province,  working 
through  its  central  committee,  will  look 
after  the  employment  of  its  own  soldiers. 
These  committees  act  in  conjunction  with 
the  Returned  Soldiers  Aid  Commissions, 
the  Federal  Commission,  the  various  Gov- 
ernment departments,  and  the  Canadian 
Manufacturers'  Association. 

The  Military  Hospitals  Commission  has 
under  consideration,  in  conjunction  with 
the  Economic  and  Development  Commis- 
sion, a  scheme  of  Land  Settlement;  also 
plans  for  the  establishment  of  farms  for 
training  purposes,  where  men  who  desire 
to  take  up  land,  may  go  for  a  few  months, 
and  where  those  who  are  unable  to  find 
employment  directly,  may  be  provided 
with  some  occupation  during  the  period 
of  the  re-establishment  of  normal  indus- 
trial conditions. 

To  date,  the  Province  of  British  Co- 
lumbia has  outlined  the  most  comprehen- 
sive and  perfected  scheme  for  land  settle- 
ment, of  which  a  full  report  may  be  found 
in  the  Commission  Bulletin  for  June. 
Other  provinces  are  preparing  similar 
plans. 

Negotiations  are  under  way  with  the 
insurance  companies  in  regard  to  special 
insurance  rates  for  the  maimed.  And 
also  special  legislation  for  the  protec- 
tion of  homesteaders  who  have  enlisted 
for  active  service. 

It  is  not  charity  that  is  being  systema- 
tized for  the  returned  soldier — but  jus- 
tice— a  new  justice,  open-eyed. 

"We  do  not  give  relief  to  the  glorious 
victims  of  the  present  war.  WE  OWE 
THEM  WORK  in  the  noblest  acceptation 
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What  the  Gods  Send 

Continued  from  page  37. 

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He's  the  confidential  King  Pin.  He's 
alright.  You  can  bank  on  that.  The 
'Real-Estate,  Loans,  and  Investments'  is 
a  pure  bluff." 

"I'm  on,"  approved  Macklin   with  an- 


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other  pleasurable  thrill.  "I  understand 
perfectly.     Is  that  all?" 

"Let  me  see.  Yes,  I — gruess  that  about 
(.•overs  your  part  in  this.  Fuller  will 
know  what  to  do.  Tell  him  I  sent  you. 
I've  kept  him  posted  all  along  as  to  my  sus- 
picions, of  course.  Outside  Fuller  and 
myself,  you're  the  only  living  soul  that 
knows  the  truth  about  this  thing,  Mack- 
lin.  I  don't  think  I'm  making  any  mis- 
take in  trusting  you."  He  once  more  eyed 
the    younger    man    keenly. 

"You  can  trlist  me,  sir,"  said  Macklin, 
simply. 

"To  deliver  that  packet  to  J.  O.  Fuller 
only,  and  according  to  instructions?" 

"Yes,  sir." 

"And  not  to  breathe  a  word  of  this  com- 
mission, either  before  or  after?" 

"Y^es,  sir." 

"Thank  you,  Macklin.  It  is  scarcely 
necessary  to  say  that  your  service  to  the 
company  in  this  matter  will  not  be  over- 
looked.    I'll  personally  see  to  that." 

"Oh,  that — that's  alright,  sir,"  mur- 
mured Macklin  in  embarrassment;  for  he 
was  still  within  hailing  distance  of  boy- 
hood with  a  red-blooded  young  man's  high 
regard  for  adventure.  The  prospect  of 
this  secret  mission  filled  him  with  a  thrill 
of  importance,  so  that  the  mission  itself 
overshadowed  everything  else. 

p  OMEROY  smiled  tolerantly  at  his  pro- 
*■  testation.  "Take  a  tip  from  me,  Mr. 
Macklin,"  he  condescended.  "Never  re- 
fuse what  the  gods  send.  They're  too 
blame  stingy  with  their  gifts  to  most  of 
us  for  the  sensible  man  to  refuse  what 
comes  his  way.  So  take  what  the  goods 
send — and  grab  for  more,  if  you  hope  to 
succeed. 

"And  succeed  I'm  sure  you  will.  A  man 
of  j-our  ability  can  accomplish  gieat 
things,  Mr.  Macklin,  if  only  he  is  faithful 
to  his  trust — and  keeps  his  eyes  open. 

"You're  to  think  of  nothing  but  the  de- 
livery of  that  envelope,  you  understand. 
I'll  see  that  word  is  sent  to  Rutland  that 
you're  absent  on  sf)ecial  duty,  so  don't 
worry  about  that.  I'll  have  a  man  sent 
to  help  him  out  for  the  time  being,  if  he 
needs  one." 

"That'll  be  quite  alright,  Mr.  Pomeroy." 
Macklin's  voice  carried  evidence  of  a  new 
respect,  as  if  he  realized  for  the  first  time 
that  he  was  dealing  with  the  Boss's  boss. 
He  couldn't  help  thinking  that  "absent  on 
special  duty"  was  a  particularly  fine  way 
of  putting  it. 

"You're  not  to  bother  about  me,  either," 
admonished  Pomeroy.  "I'm  feeling  better 
already  and  I'll  take  care  of  myself,  never 
fear.  The  sooner  you  get  away  now  the 
better  I'll  feel.  It's  time  you  were  goir.g. 
Waring  isn't  a  man  to  sit  down  quietly 
and  he'll  know  by  now  that  I'm  wise  to 
him.  He'll  move  heaven  and  earth  to  get 
back  those  papers." 

"Did  you  say  'heaven  and  earth'?  Hell 
have  to  follow  me  to  the  hot  place  before 
he  gets  them!"  chuckled  Macklin  joy- 
ously. 

He  stood  up,  buttoning  his  coat  to  the 
chin,  and  held  out  his  hand. 

"I'm  off,  sir." 

"Good  luck,  old  man,"  encouraged  Pome- 
roy heartily. 

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tance of  twelve  and  one-half  feet! 

For  the  time  being  both  had  forgotten 
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IN    WHICH    THE   BIG   SWEDE   OBEYS   ORDERS. 

IVylACKLIN  drummed  angrily  with  his 
^^^  fists. 

"Open  the  door.  Quick,  Svenson,  let 
me  out,  d'you  hear?"  He  kicked  the  boards 
noisily. 

They  could  hear  him  fumbling  at  the 
padlock.  As  the  little  door  opened  cauti- 
ously Macklin  started  forward  with  an 
eagerness  which  was  met  by  a  powerful 
shove  that  sent  him  reeling.  The  Swede's 
inquiring  head  was  followed  by  the  rest  of 
him  and  there  seemed  to  be  a  great  deal 
of  him;  in  fact,  his  heavy  bulk  completely 
blocked  the  way.  He  glowered  in  upon 
them. 

"What's  the  matter  with  you  anyway, 
Svenson?"  remonstrated  Macklin.  "I  tfell 
you  I  want  to  get  out." 

The  section  hand  only  fixed  himself 
more  securely  in  his  position  as  if  brac- 
ing himself  for  attack. 

"Ay  ban  tol'  ke'p  you  faller,"  he  mut- 
tered. 

"But  gee  here,  Svenson,  this  kind  of 
thing  won't  do,  you  know.  Not  for  a  min- 
ute. You've  no  right  to  keep  me  locked 
up  in  here.  I've  simply  got  to  get  out. 
Really,  I  have.  That's  all  there  is  to  it. 
It's  important." 

"Better  let  him  out,  old  man.  It  may 
save  a  lot  of  unnecessary  trouble  and 
considerable  unpleasantness  all  round." 

AT  sound  of  Pomeroy's  voice  Svenson 
turned  his  head  warily.  There  was 
nothing  in  the  quiet  matter-of-fact  tones 
to  justify  the  expression  of  wonder  that 
overspread  his  homely  face;  but  turning, 
Macklin  saw  that  the  secretary  was  idly 
tapping  his  knee  with  the  butt  of  a  sub- 
stantial looking  revolver. 

Macklin  laughed.  Pomeroy  smiled  plea- 
santly. Of  a  truth,  the  big  Swede's  ex- 
pression was  sufficiently  quizzical. 

"Ay  ban  tol' "  he  began  stolidly. 

"Quite  right,  Svenson,  and  I'm  glad  to 
see  you  know  how  to  obey  orders."  nodded 
Pomeroy  approvingly  "It's  one  of  the 
salient  axioms  of  success.  You  won't  un- 
derstand what  an  axiom  is,  let  alone  a 
salient  axiom ;  but  that's  alright.  The 
point  is,  you  can  obey  orders.  What  did 
you  say  his  foreman's  name  was,  Mack- 
lin?" 

"Halldorson." 

"Icelander,  eh?  Hm-hm.  Probably 
holds  his  men  pretty  well  under  his  thumb, 
then ;  most  of  'em  do.  The  Icelanders  are 
the  most  conscientious  workers  the  road's 
got." 

He  eyed  the  sectionman  speculatively 
for  a  moment. 

"Well,  Sveniwn,  so  Halldorson  told  you 
not  to  let  thi.a  rnan  here  get  away  from 
you.  did  he?" 

The  big  Swede  nodded  his  head  slowly 
and  pointed  a  thick  finger  at  Macklin. 

"Ay  ban  tol'  ke'p  that  faller,"  he  re- 
peated. 

"Quite  so.     Halldorson's  y6ur  boss  :  nd 


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good,  indeed.  But  Svenson,  supposing  a 
man  came  along  who  was  Halldor.'ion's 
boss  and  told  you  that  Halldorson  had 
made  a  grave  mistake  and  that  you  were 
to  let  this  man  go  at  once,  instead  of  hang- 
ing onto  him — what  then?  Tell  him  who  I 
•im,  Macklin." 


i /f  ACKLIN  did  so — at  some  lengfth,  with 
■'-'■  growing  impatience.  He  told  it  once, 
apidly;  then  repeated  it  more  slowly  and 
n  simpler  language.     He  went  through  it 

third  time  with  such  a  wealth  of  detail 
hat,  even  allowing  that  the  foreigner 
rasped  but  a  fraction  of  it,  there  could 
le  no  question  of  his  understanding  the 
uperior  status  of  a  railway  president's 
rivate  secretary  as  compared  with  the 
uthority  enjoyed  by  a  mere  section-fore- 
fian. 

"Ay  ban  tol'  ke'p  you  faller,"  reiterated 
ivenson  doggedly. 

Macklin  turned  away  in  disgust. 

"You  mean  you're  being  ordered  to  let 
im  go,"  corrected  Pomeroy  sharply. 

"Ay  ban  tol' " 

"Svenson,  d'you  hear  me?  Stand  a.^ide 
t  once  and  let  that  man  out!" 

There  was  authority  in  the  tones.  The 
wede  ran  his  tongue  along  his  lips  and 
rinned  stupidly. 

"Stand  aside,  I  tell  you!" 

The  grin  widened. 

"By    heaven!      Sven.son,    if    you    don't 

— !"  The  sudden  coldness  of  the  secre- 
iry's  tones  was  eloquent  of  danger — 
bout  as  eloquent  as  the  angry  glint  in  his 
/es  as  he  sighted  along  the  barrel  of  the 

volver.  That  he  had  reached  the  end 
'  his  patience  was  beyond  que.=ition. 


J  VENSON'S  grin  vanished.  It  was  al- 
most comical  the  way  it  vanished.  His 
outh  relaxed  with  the  suddennes.=)  of 
retched  elastic  abruptly  released.  With- 
it  a  word  he  strode  solemnly  over  to 
acklin,  laid  a  big  hairy  hand  on  the 
tter's  shoulder  and  faced  him  toward 
e  open  door  as  if  an  order,  enforced  at 
e  point  of  a  gun,  was  one  which  could 
t  possibly  be  obeyed  too  promptly. 
But  as  he  wheeled  in  behind  with  the 
iparent  purpose  of  shoving  his  prL-^oner 
rward  to  liberty,  Svenson  unexpectedly 
shed  out  with  his  right  boot.  The  blow 
as  well  aimed.  It  knocked  the  revolver 
t  of  Pomeroy's  hand  with  a  force  tha( 
nt  the  weapon  against  the  opposite 
ards  with  a  thump. 

Macklin  was  yanked  completely  off  his 
lance  as  the  Swede  plunged  towards  it. 
second  powerful  jerk  lifted  the  prisoner 
ck  onto  his  feet  and  a  shove  sent  him 
iggering  to  a  sitting  posture  alongside 
e  disabled  secretary.  The  thing  was  ao- 
mplished  so  easily,  so  quickly,  that  for  a 
ttment  the  only  sound  was  of  heavy 
'-'athing. 

Ay  tank  you  not  fale  smart  faller  now, 

alcha!"    growled    Svenson    from     the 

1  way.     A  half  grin  was  dodging  about 

t"  corners  of  his  wide  mouth  as  if  un- 

ctain  whether  or  not  to  venture  out  from 

5  sober  determination  that  had  seated 

elf  all  over  his  broad  face. 

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Contents 

PEACHES    AND   LEMONS    9 

H.  F.  Gadsby. 

— Illustrated  by  Lou  Skuce 

THE  BALLAD  OF  JEAN  DESPREZ  13 

Robert  W.  Service. 

THE  SOUL  OF  NANOOK 14 

Alan  Sullivan. 

— Illustrated  by  J.  W.  Beatty 

VISION    AND    OPPORTUNITY     17 

William  Byron. 

ABDUL  AZIZ   HAS  HIS    19 

Stephen  Leacock. 

— Illustrated  by  C.  W.  Jefferys 

THE  PRIDE  OF  PAULINE 23 

Sir  Gilbert  Parker. 

—Illustrated  by  N.  C.   Wyeth 

SASKATCHEWAN'S  NEW  PREMIER 28 

Norman  Lambert 

THE  ANATOMY  OF  LOVE 30 

Arthur  Stringer. 
— Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards 

THE   WHITE   COMRADE    32 

Katherine  Hale. 

— Painting  by  C.  Arnold  Slade 

BILINGUALISM — A    NATIONAL    ISSUE    35 

Professor  C.  B.  Sissons 

WHAT  THE  GODS  SEND 38 

Hopkins  Moorhouse. 

— Illustrated  by  E.  J.  Dinsmore 

THE  BLUEWATER  PRODIGAL 40 

A.  C.  Allenson. 

THE  BUSINESS   OUTLOOK 98 


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Volume  XXX 


DECEMBER,  1916 


Number  2 


Peaches  a//d 

Lemons 

A  Word  on  National  Policies 
After  the  War 

By  H.  F.  Gadsby 

Who  tvrote  "Conserving  the  Conservatives,"  "Ribbing  Up 
the  Liberal  Party,"  etc. 


>*,-" 


Illustrated  by  Lou  Skuce 


Johnny  took  the  one   I  wanted. 
The  best  one  on  the  tree. 
Johnny  took  the  one   I   wanted — 
Make   him   give   it  back  to   me. 

(Popular   Song) 

FOR  many  years  after  the  war  Cana- 
dian statesmen  will  walk  thought- 
fully in  a  grove  of  peaches  and 
lemons.  The  peaches  are  the  good  poli- 
cies, the  lemons  are  the  others.  The  proof 
is  in  the  eating.  If  the  fruit  puckers  the 
mouth  it's  a  lemon. 

It  is  not  as  easy  as  one  might  suppose — 
sorting  peaches  from  lemons.  For  lemons, 
look  you,  are  green  at  one  stage  and  so  are 
peaches — and  so  are  statesmen.  Like- 
wise lemons  turn  yellow  when  they  are 
ripe  and  so  do  peaches  and  so,  sometimes, 
do  statesmen.  Moreover,  a  green  states- 
man will  sometimes  pluck  a  yellow  lemon 
or  a  yellow  statesman  will  grab  off  a 
green  peach.  All  of  which  makes  choice 
confusing  and  results  uncertain.  Really 
there  is  no  way  of  telling  what  one  has 
picked  except  by  trying  it  out. 

This  is  what  I  mean  when  I  say  that 
Canadian  statesmen  will  walk  thought- 
fully and  carefully  among  the  boscage, 
being  heedful  to  pull  down  nothing  that 
might  start  trouble.  Remember  what 
Eve  did  through  not  knowing  that  the 
apple  she  wished  on  Adam  was  a  North- 
ern Spy!  And  even  at  that  our  states- 
men are  going  to  have  a  hard  time  be- 
cause it's  all  guess  work  anyway. 

The  poor  fellows  have  only  a  blurred 
idea  of  what  they  are  looking  for.  They 
have  no  absolute  method  of  distinguishing 
peaches  from  lemons  because  they  don't 
know  what  a  peach  is  in  the  first  place. 
It  all  depends  on  the  angle — so  they  say. 
From  this  corner  it's  a  peach,  from  that 
corner,  it's  —  well,  it's  different.  One 
statesman  makes  the  good  of  the  country 


his  point  of 
view,  another 
the  good  of  his 
party.  Compli- 
cations like 
these  baffle  de- 
cision. Without 
setting  up  as 
a  n  authority 
on  peaches  and 
lemons,  much  less  dogmatizing  as  to 
which  are  which,  let  me  expound  a  few  of 
the  problems  our  Canadian  statesmen  will 
be  called  upon  to  solve  in  the  near  future. 

■p  IRST  on  Sir  Robert  Borden's  and 
•*■  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier's  list  of  pressing 
matters,  as  it  is  first  on  every  sensible 
man's,  is  the  financial  question.  The 
financial  question  is  at  the  bottom  of 
everything.  Canada's  financial  question 
includes  a  current  annual  expenditure  on 
public  works  and  services  of  two  hundred 
million  dollars  and  up,  pensions  perhaps 
twenty  million  dollars,  charges  on  a  na- 
tional debt  of  one  billion  dollars  and  the 
possible  assumption  of  two  billion  dollars 
more  if  certain  railways  are  nationalized 
and  the  alienated  Crown  lands  repurchas- 
ed for  the  benefit  of  new  settlers.  Cal- 
culators, the  most  modest,  reckon  on  at 
least  fifty  million  dollars  a  year  addi- 
tional taxation.  Other  calculators,  not 
so  modest,  look  forward  to  twice  as  much 
with  as  much  more  to  follow  not  yet  but 
soon. 

At  all  events  a  lot  of  money.  How  is  it 
to  be  raised?  It  must  be  raised  some  way 
because  the  lack  of  money  is  the  root  of 
as  much  evil  as  the  love  of  it  to  a  lusty 
young  nation  like  Canada.  How  raise  it 
then?  Loans?  Yes,  some — the  United 
States  fairly  itches  to  accommodate  Can- 
ada at  five  per  cent,  and  up — so  do  our 


Sir  Thomas 
has  introduced 
us  to  forty- 
seven  varieties 
of  taxes,  and 
is  said  to  have 
more  up  his 
sleeve. 


own  people.  But  taxes,  mostly.  What 
kind  of  taxes?  All  kinds.  Sir  Thomas 
has  introduced  us  to  forty-seven  varieties 
and  is  said  to  have  more  up  his  sleeve. 
He  has  given  us  a  liberal  education  and 
two  years  actual  practice  in  most  of  the 
common  or  garden  taxes  and  hasn't  pulled 
his  biggest  stuff  yet  —  income  tax,  land 
tax  and  such. 

Sir  Thomas  has  been  a  blessing  in  dis- 
guise. Finance  used  to  be  caviare  to  the 
general,  taxation  a  great  mystery.  Now 
the  humblest  knows  all  about  it.  He  has 
learned  the  lesson  through  his  pocket. 
Sir  Thomas's  variegated  taxes  have  been 
his  teacher.  Truly,  as  Solomon  says,  the 
heart  leapeth  to  wisdom  swifter  than  the 
understanding.  To  feel  is  to  know  and 
everybody  has  felt  and  is  due  to  feel 
more. 

Sir  Thomas  has  struck  the  scales  from 
our  eyes.  Ignorance  can  never  be  bliss 
again.  This  entitles  him  to  a  vote  of 
thanks.  For  the  first  time  since  Con- 
federation the  people  will  take  an  intelli- 
gent interest  in  public  affairs.  The  in- 
terest is  intelligent  because  the  people 
realize  that  they  pay  for  it.  They  want 
to  see  how  their  money  is  spent.  The 
more  they  are  taxed  the  more  they  will 
look  into  it.  Thus,  the  war  has  made  a 
great  benefactor  of  Sir  Thomas  White. 
His  deft  financing  has  endowed  all  and 
sundry  with  the  knowledge  of  good  and 


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You  can  take  an  awful  lot  atvay  from  a  -man  by  in- 
direct taxation  before  his  vacuum  begins  to  hurt. 


evil.  We  have  seen  the  wheels  going 
round  and  we  wori't  lose  track  any  more. 
Sir  Thomas  has  had  to  do  a  lot  of  plain 
and  fancy  borrowing  lately,  with  the  re- 
sult that  the  subject  is  no  longer  the 
Sybilline  book  it  was  before  the  war  jolted 
our  wits  free.  Sir  Thomas  has  been  ob- 
liged to  borrow  so  prodigiously  that  he 
might  almost  be  spoken  of  as  the  man  who 
put  the  "tick"  in  "politics."  He  has  bor- 
rowed from  the  usual  sources,  from  Eng- 
land, from  the  United  States  and  from 
home.  From  home,  moreover,  in  a  very 
intimate  sense  —  not  so  much  from  the 
banks,  though  they  have  had  their  share, 
as  from  the  common  people,  from  the 
millions  of  little  savers,  who  will  from 
now  on  have  a  stake  in  the  country  and  a 
personal  interest  in  its  public  affairs, 
which  will  grow  in  proportion  as  they  in- 
vest in  the  other  offerings  which  Sir 
Thomas  makes  from  time  to  time. 


that  lesson  well.  The  lowest  forehead 
understands  now  how  it  is  done  and  where 
the  money  comes  from.  There  are  two 
ways  of  doing  it — strong  arm  and  pain- 
less extraction.  The  one  is  known  as 
direct,  the  other  as  indirecjt  taxation. 
Direct  taxation  is  the  hardest  to  take. 
Thanks  to  Sir  Thomas  the  people  of  Can- 

a  d  a  under- 
stand the  dif- 
ference quite 
well  now. 

Until  the 
war  upset  the- 
old  arrange- 
ments, Can- 
ad  a  knew 
nothing  o  f 
direct  taxa- 
^ion — federal 
Canada,  that 
is  to  say.  The 
provinces 
had  nibbled 
at  it  here  and 
there,  but 
federal  Can- 
ada held  it  at 
arm's  length. 
Ottawa 
s  ta  tesm  en 
treated  it  as 
a  bogey.  To 
be  in  sight  of  direct  taxation  was  accord- 
ing to  them  to  be  in  sight  of  the  last 
calamity.  They  didn't  want  to  look  at  it 
through  their  fingers.  They  didn't  want 
anybody  else  to  look  at  it  either.  Of 
course,  there  was  a  reason.  The  reason 
was  that  direct  taxation  is  the  only  way 
that  brings  the  taxpayer  face  to  face  with 
the  two  important  facts,  how  much  he 
pays  and  what  he  pays  it  for.  Granted 
these  two  facts  the  chances  are  that  he 
will  take  a  competent  interest  in  the 
third  fact — what  becomes  of  his  money 
after  he  has  forked  it  over.  Experience 
shows  that  you  can  take  an  awful  lot 
away  from  a  man  by  means  of  indirect 
taxation  before  his  vacuum  begins  to 
hurt. 


THIS   was  our  torpid  frame  of  mind 
until    the    Parliaments   of    1915-16, 
when  Sir  Thomas  began  to  prod  us  with 
special  taxes  of  direct  impact  on   small 
TN  due  course  the  war  loans  will  pro-     things  at  first,  like  patent  medicines  and 
bably   be_  followed   by   Dominion   land     perfumery,  but  working  up  at  the  last 


bonds,  and  Dominion  railway  bonds,  avail- 
able in  small  denominations  to  the  gen- 
eral purchaser.  In  this  way  Canada's 
national  debts  of  one  kind  and  another 
will  become  a  source  of  profit  to  Canadian 
citizens,  who  thereafter  will  keep  a  close 
eye  on  the  men  who  are  handling  their 
money.  This  should  make  for  honest  gov- 
ernment. With  so  many  five-per-cent. 
critics  watching,  Ottawa  will  need  to  be 
careful.  Interest  will  beget  interest,  as  it 
were.  Viewed  in  this  light  our  national 
debt  which  has  the  outward  aspect  of  a 
lemon,  may  well  turn  out  a  peach  of  the 
most  luscious  quality — the  mainstay  of 
widows  and  orphans  and  such  others  as 
find  safe  nourishment  in  trustee  funds. 
Not  only  is  the  machinery  of  lending 
and  borrowing  apprehended  as  it  never 
was  before,  but  taxation  is  no  longer  a 
secret.     Sir  Thomas  has  taught  Canada 


to  business  and  war  profits — a  rich  vein 
by  the  way,  which  may  have  to  stand  fur- 
ther tapping.  Direct  taxation  has  worked 
well  so  far.  It  is  capable  of  great  exten- 
sions. Meanwhile  the  people  have  got 
used  to  it.  On  closer  inspection  it  is  not 
the  lemon  that  it  looks. 

A  high  tariff,  high  as  Haman's  gallows 
and  then  some,  is  the  supreme  expression 
of  indirect  taxation.  Tariffs,  in  the  U.S.  for 
instance,  become  so  high  that  they  smell 
that  way.  It  is  hard  to  see  how  the  Cana- 
dian tariff  could  be  made  any  higher  with- 
out calling  in  the  health  officer.  Sir 
Thomas,  who  knows  what  the  tariff  will 
stand,  would  hardly  think  of  giving  the 
poor  thing  another  squeeze.  One  more 
twist  would  kill  it.  Its  eyes  bulge  now, 
its  breath  comes  in  quick,  short  pants, 
and  mortification  has  already  set  in  in  the 
Inland   Revenue  Department.       Nothing 


more  can  be  done  with  the  tariff  along  the 
lines  that  have  been  followed  so  far. 
Another  application  of  pressure  and  it 
won't  be  indirect  taxation  at  all.  It  will 
be  assault  and  battery,  and  the  people  will 
stop  buying.  Thus,  at  least,  argue  those 
who  favor  more  direct  forms  of  taxation. 
Who  is  the  genius  that  will  convert  our 
tariff  into  a  scientific  tariff  which  will 
develop  our  natural  resources  and  at  the 
same  time  protect  the  industries  which 
spring  from  them?  If  Canada  had  a 
scientific  tariff  our  nickel  matte  would 
not  be  going  to  the  United  States  to  be 
manufactured  there  for  the  aid  and  com- 
fort of  the  Hun,  our  enemy.  With  a 
scientific  tariff  Canada  would  be  manu- 
facturing those  things  which  she  can  man- 
ufacture cheapest  and  best,  not  fostering 
artificial  industries  or  assisting  waste  and 
business  incapacity.  Something  vital 
would  inhere.  There  would  be  real 
growth,  not  mere  tumescence. 

THERE  is  talk  now  of  a  trade  Zoll- 
verein  of  the  Allies  after  the  war, 
which  may  or  may  not  come  to  pass. 
If  it  does  it  will  be  based  on  a  comprehen- 
sive survey  of  resources.  Statistics  de- 
rived from  such  a  wide  trade  area  will 
look  more  like  positive  knowledge  than  the 
fragmentary  stuff  from  which  we  draw 
our  conclusions  now.  If  such  a  thing  as  a 
scientific-tariff  is  ever  possible  it  will  only 
be  so  when  the  facts  in  hand  approximate 
complete  and  final  accuracy.  But  who  is 
to  operate  on  our  Canadian  tariff?  Who 
is  to  wave  the  fairy  wand  which  will  cause 
it  to  bourgeon  in  such  beauty  that  it  will 
neither  displease  the  manufacturer  nor 
the  ultimate  consumer?  Will  it  be  Mr. 
Cockshutt  or  Mr.  Kemp?  I  think  not.  It 
might  be  Sir  George  Foster — he  began  as 
a  free  trader — or  A.  K.  Maclean — some- 
body at  all  events,  not  wedded  to  the  old 
formulas. 

Not  that  I  am  fond  of  tariffs.  Indeed, 
my  views  lie  the  other  way.  Tariffs  are 
like  bailiffs — necessary  nuisances — but  if 
we  must  have  a  tariff  for  revenue  I  want 
it  scientific  enough  to  encourage  our 
natural  resources  at  the  same  time.  If 
it  did  that  I  might  consent  to  love  it  in 
spite  of  its  faults.  Of  course,  many 
people  blame  the  tariff  for  the  high  cost 
of  living  and  no  doubt  a  forty  per  cent, 
tariff  has  something  to  do  with  the  mat- 
ter. Something  but  not  everything.  For 
instance,  there  is  the  tremendous  drain 
of  the  armies  in  the  field,  the  crop  short- 
ages and  the  price  of  labor.  These  things 
hang  together.  When  the  war  ceases  the 
economic  waste  stops,  the  workers  are 
released  again  for  their  usual  occupa- 
tions, wages  adjust  themselves,  and  the 
cost  of  living  comes  down  with  a  run. 

Meanwhile  a  Government  which  can  be 
blamed,  according  to  one's  mood,  for 
everything  from  infantile  paralysis  to  re- 
ligious unbelief  comes  In  for  a  certain 
amount  of  reproach  for  cherishing  a 
forty  per  cent,  tariff  which  makes  a 
limited  few  rich  and  the  multitude  poor. 
However,  it  makes  the  farmer  rich,  too. 
Don't  forget  that.  The  farmer  is  not  suf- 
fering. He  gets  his  bit,  not  perhaps  as 
big  a  bit  as  the  shell  profiteers,  but  a 
generous  bit  nevertheless.  Forty-five 
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a  dozen  for  eggs  —  these  are  summer 
prices.  Consequently  the  farmer  is  a 
factor  in  the  high  cost  of  living.  Can  you 
blame  him?  A  forty  per  cent,  tariff  makes 
him  pay  dearly  for  everything  he  buys. 
What  Government  would  have  the  nerve 
to  say  to  him,  "Buy  high  but  sell  low?" 
It  can't  be  done. 

THERE  is  no  reason  why  the  high  co.st 
of  living,  which  is  somewhat  of  a 
lemon  for  the  Government  in  power, 
should  not  be  made  more  palatable  by  in- 
telligent treatment.  For  example,  cold 
storage,  which  creates  scarcity,  prices 
and  indigestion  could  be  so  regulated  that 
it  would  be  a  real  blessing  instead  of  the 
curse  it  has  become  in  the  hands  of  the 
manipulators.  For  example,  an  egg  which 
goes  to  jail  for  being  fresh  or  some  other 
trivial  offence  like  that  should  be  stamped 
with  the  date  of  its  commitment  so  that 
when  it  comes  out  two  years  later,  a  pallid 
valetudinarian,  full  of  resentment  against 
human  society,  the  purchaser  might  have 
some  idea  of  what  he  was  getting  and 
make  appropriate  deductions.  Moreover, 
the  law  should  be  relaxed  so  that  those 
who  can't  afford  butter  may  buy  Oleo- 
Margarine — this  being  the  quickest  way 
to  bring  butter  to  reason. 

Under  such  discipline  the  high  cost  of 
living  would  yield,  at  least  in  spots,  and 
as  time  went  by  the  breach  could  be  wid- 
ened. Moreover,  the  high  cost  of  living 
would  disappear  if  the  dollar  kept  pace 
with  commodity  values.  This  ought  to  be 
a  simple  matter.  There  is  a  bureau  in 
Ottawa  which  states  from  month  to  month 
the  fluctuating  status  of  the  dollar.  Why 
not  place  this  bureau  on  the  same  footing 
as  Old  Probs  and  utilize  its  prognostica- 
tions to  slide  wages  up  and  down  accord- 
ingly. As  matters  stand  the  men  who  sell 
the  necessaries  of  life  keep  closer  track 
of  the  shifting  dollar  than  the  men  who 
buy,  with  the  result  that  the  working- 
man's  wages  are  from  six  months  to  a 
year  behind  commodity  values.  It  is  this 
gap  which  makes  the  high  cost  of  living. 
If  wages  went  up  or  down  synchronously 
with  the  commodity  value  of  the  dollar  the 
high  cost  of  living  would  pinch  nobody. 

As  I  said  before,  the  Govern- 
ment should  be  able  to  regulate 
this,  either  by  automatic  adjust- 
ments between  the  wage  scale 
and  the  purchasing  value  of  the  ^j.^ 
dollar  or  by  fixing  a  compara-  "^"Sa 
tively  rigid  standard  for  the 
dollar.  One  thing  is  certain.  If 
Canadian  export  trade  is  ever  to 
amount  to  anything  the  dollar 
must  be  given  a  higher  value 
than  it  has  in  Canada  to-day. 

Incidentally  those  who  talk  of 
social  justice  and  a  "living 
wage"  for  the  worker,  meaning 
thereby  him  who  works  with  his 
hands,  should  not  forget  the 
chief  victim  of  the  high  cost  of 
living — the  man  on  salary,  the 
unlucky  intellectual  who  works 
with  his  brain  as  a  school- 
teacher or  a  parson,  or  a  book- 
keeper, and  is  ill  rewarded.  He 
has  no  trade  union  to  back  him 
up.  He  cannot  strike  to  improve 
his  lot.     Dull  submission  is  his 


fate — a  grinding  between  the  upper  and 

nether  millstones.  The  humanitarians 
must  not  overlook  him  when  they  are  re- 
casting the  scheme  of  things  after  the 
war.    Who  will  strike  off  his  chains? 

'TpHE  financial  question  on  its  liability 
■*■  side  takes  in  everything,  as  we  have 
seen,  from  the  nationalization  of  railways 
to  cold  storage.  What  are  the  assets? 
Taxes,  taxes,  more  taxes.  Taxes  indirect 
like  the  tariff.  Taxes  direct — income  tax, 
perhaps,  and  land  tax,  at  least  on  agricul- 
tural land  kept  out  of  tillage.  Critics 
have  raised  the  objection  that  the  Parlia- 
ment of  Canada  has  no  right  to  impose  an 
income  tax,  this  being  a  perquisite  of  the 
provinces  which  sooth  to  say,  take  ample 
advantage  of  it.  But  the  British  North 
America  Act  is  not  like  the  laws  of  the 
Medes  and  Persians.  It  is  a  flexible  in- 
strument when  need  is.  If  it  can  be 
amended  to  extend  the  life  of  Parliament 
it  can  also  be  amended  to  enable  Parlia- 
ment to  carry  on  the  King's  government 
by  raising  money  where  it  is  easiest 
found.  A  federal  tax  on  incomes  of  three 
thousand  dollars  and  upwards  is  not  un- 
likely. This  will  probably  be  helped  out 
by  a  land  tax  more  or  less  adaptable  in 
its  scope.  Somehow  or  other  the  till  must 
be  kept  filled. 

TF  the  federal  Parliament  imposes  an 
*■  income  tax  it  will  call  the  attention  of 
the  taxpayers  to  three  outstanding  and 
irritating  facts — first,  that  three  legisla- 
tive bodies  have  the  power  to  tax  their 
incomes;  second,  that  this  is  two  too 
many;  third,  that  there  is  too  much 
government  in  this  country  an>"way.  If 
the  federal  Parliament  imposes  a  land  tax 
it  will  call  the  attention  of  the  taxpayers 
to  another  important  fact — namely,  that 
the  city  is  overtaxed  and  the  country  is 
undertaxed  and  that  a  certain  amount  of 
equalization  is  needed.  For  instance,  the 
city  man  who  is  taxed  one  hundred  dol- 
lars on  a  twenty-five  foot  frontage  and 
perhaps  another  twenty-five  dollars  on  an 
exiguous  income  which  strains  hard  to 
make  both  ends  meet,  taxed  simply  be- 
cause the  as.'wssor  can  get  at  him  without 


There  are  too  many  knights  in  Canada — One  can 
hardly  put  foot  outdoors  without  tripping  over  them. 


trouble — such  a  man,  I  repeat,  is  likely 
to  complain  at  the  farmer  who  doesn't 
pay  twenty-five  dollars  all  told  on  his 
hundred  acres. 

What  is  the  answer?  Well,  the  city 
man  will  say,  "I  can't  take  on  any  more 
burdens.  Give  it  to  him."  And  he  will 
be  right  The  farmer  has  drawn  his  share 
and  more  lately,  and  there  is  no  reason 
ivhy  he  shouldn't  pay  his  share,  par- 
ticularly now  that  there  are  all  .sorts  of 
expensive  schemes  afoot  to  attract  immi- 
grants, increase  production  and  make  the 
countryside  a  heaven  with  hydro-radials, 
good  roads,  expert  demonstrators,  exten- 
sive lectures,  community  centres  and  such. 
In  short,  the  time  has  arrived  when  the 
farmer  will  be  expected  to  loosen  up. 
Quid  pro  quo  brother!  It  comes  hard  but 
you  will  feel  better  when  you  realize  that 
you  are  doing  your  full  duty  as  a  citizen 
— that  is  to  say,  paying  a  fair  return  for 
what  you  get.  All  of  which  portends  that 
farms  will  pay  taxes  bearing  some  rea- 
sonable relation  to  their  value  and  that 
farm  lands  held  out  of  cultivation  for 
speculative  purposes  will  pay  consider- 
ably more. 

This  is  what  I  meant  when  I  spoke  a 
paragraph  ago  of  a  land  tax  of  adjustable 
.scope.  As  the  city  man  is  soaked  the  limit 
already,  some  municipalities  squeezing 
him  as  hard  as  thirty-five  mills,  he  will 
probably  escape  further  exactions.  The 
federal  Government  will  be  like  Robin 
Hood — it  will  not  rob  the  poor  because 
they  have  no  money,  but  it  will  insist  on 
an  equitable  division  with  those  rich  city 
corporations  which  overtax  their  victims 
and  blow  in  the  money.  For  example. 
Citizen  "A"  of  Toronto  pays  one  hundred 
and  fifty  dollars  into  the  city  treasury, 
of  which  fifty  dollars  is  riotously  mis- 
spent. Instead  of  worrying  Citizen  "A" 
with  a  federal  tax  on  his  real  estate  and 
his  income,  which  are  already  well  bled 
by  the  city,  the  Government  will  simply 
say  to  the  City  Treasurer,  "Twenty-five 
dollars  of  that  is  ours";  and  let  it  go  at 
that. 

This  will  be  good  for  Toronto  because  it 
will  mean  seventeen  per  cent,  less  money 
to  squander.  It  will  be  good  for  the 
Government  which  will  levy  a 
two  million  dollar  ransom  on  the 
Queen  City  and  other  town  and 
city  ransoms  in  proportion  — 
perhaps  an  aggregate  of  a  hun- 
dred extra  millions  a  year, 
enough  to  pay  all  the  new 
charges.  And  it  will  be  good  for 
Citizen  "A"  who  is  used  to  being 
gouged  and  may  thank  God  that 
it  isn't  any  worse. 

Moreover,  this  accumulation 
of  taxes,  these  mingled  threats 
of  three  separate  and  distinct 
taxing  powers  will  inevitably 
direct  the  taxpayers'  eyes  to  the 
dodgers;  and  new  regulations 
may  come  into  being.  Judges, 
customs  inspectors,  Government 
officials,  sacrosanct  slackers  of 
one  kind  and  another  will  have 
to  pay  up  like  little  men.  The 
exemption  list  will  be  abolished. 
Churches  and  other  religious 
clubs  and  institutions  which  are 
not  polite  enough  now  to  clean 


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the  snow  from  their  sidewalks  in  return 
for  the  immunities  they  enjoy  will  contri- 
bute their  just  share  and  look  pleased 
about  it  if  they  can.  At  first  sight  the 
average  statesman  may  regard  this  move- 
ment as  a  lemon,  but  if  he  takes  it  up 
and  pushes  it  along  he  will  be  surprised 
to  find' how  popular  it  becomes.  It  is  only 
another  phase  of  equal  rights,  and  equal 
duties;  a  policy  which  has  made  more 
than  one  Canadian  statesman  famous. 

AMONG  other  things  the  financial 
question  involves  is  economy.  If 
Canada  is  to  take  over  railways  and 
alienated  lands  and  pay  for  them  on  the 
easy  instalment  plan;  if  Canada  is  to 
treat  her  returned  soldiers  as  well  as 
they  deserve,  giving  them  pensions  if 
they  are  disabled  and  lands  or  Govern- 
ment' jobs  if  they  are  well  and  strong;  if 
Canada  is  to  import,  personally  conduct, 
locate,  instruct  and  substantially  assist 
with  seed,  stock,  machinery,  expert  ad- 
vice and  rural  credit,  the  new  settlers  of 
Anglo-Saxon  blood  who  are  to  create  busi- 
ness for  the  railways  and  ultimately  de- 
velop into  copious  taxpayers,  who  will 
make  charges  on  a  national  debt  of  one 
billion  dollars  look  light  as  thirty  cents; 
if  Canada  is  to  teach  the  workingman 
such  skill  of  hand  and  eye  as  German 
artisans  never  knew ;  if  Canada  is  to  im- 
prove agriculture  to  the  degree  of  an  ex- 
act science,  and  garnish  it  with  urban 
elegancies  like  cement  roads,  automobiles, 
electric  lights,  hot  water  heating,  grand 
pianos  and  the  higher  criticism;  if  Can- 
ada is  to  spend  such  money  on  public 
works  and  services  as  befits  her  growth; 
if  Canada  is  to  have  money  for  all  these 
things  and  more,  somebody  will  have  to 
save  somewhere. 

And  if  Canada  wants  another  trifle, 
say  fifty  million  dollars  a  year,  to  lavish 
on  the  latest  European  novelties,  such  as 
old  age  pensions,  unemployment  insur- 
ance and  motherhood  subsidies,  why  then 
somebody  must  save  that  much  more. 
Another  bagatelle  is  Imperialism  of  the 
Lionel  Curtis  sort — contributions  to  the 
British  Navy,  some  suitable  easement  of 
England's  war  debt,  perhaps  altogether 
forty  millions  a  year.  Lionel  has  another 
guess  coming.  It  would  be  a  brave  states- 
man indeed  who  would  toy  with  this 
lemon,  or  with  that  other  one  equally 
sour,  union  with  the  United  States,  the 
home  of  one  hundred  million  free,  brave 
people  who  are  too  proud  to  fight,  but  not 
too  proud  to  make  money  out  of  it.  The 
argument  I  have  heard  urged  is  that  a 
billion  dollars  debt  is  a  big  load  for  little 
Canada  to  shoulder,  but  that  an  adult 
giant  like  Uncle  Sam  wouldn't  feel  it 
any  more  than  a  feather.  I  don't  think 
much  of  the  argument.  I  don't  think  any 
more  of  it  than  I  do  of  Lionel  Curtis'  arg- 
ument. For  the  next  few  years  to  come 
Canada  is  going  to  be  very  much  occupied 
minding  her  own  business  and  others  are 
entitled  to  do  the  same. 

ECONOMY  will  be  the  great  watch- 
word after  the  war.  Until  quite  re- 
cently no  Government,  and  no  opposition 
for  that  matter,  ever  thought  of  economy 
as  anything  but  an  academic  subiect.  The 
House  of  Commons  regarded  it  as  a  topic 


of  debate  for  full  days — something  pour 
passer  le  temps.  It  has  been  the  custom 
on  both  sides .  of  politics  to  deplore  ex- 
travagance, but  never  to  overtake  it,  to 
preach  thrift  and  practise  the  opposite. 
The  last  thing  a  responsible  Canadian 
statesman  expected  of  economy  when  he 
came  into  power  was  that  his  words 
should  be  taken  seriously  and  that  he 
should  be  asked  to  work  at  it.  In  theory 
economy  has  always  been  a  peach,  in 
practice  it  has  always  been  a  lemon  be- 
cause it  interfered  with  patronage  and 
the   judicious   distribution    of   new   post 


^%< 


The  farmer  is  not  suf- 
fering.   He  gets  his  bit. 

offices,  armories,  and  other  public  build- 
ings which  we  really  couldn't  afford. 

But  the  war  has  changed  all  that. 
Economy  is  going  to  be  half  the  battle  of 
reconstruction.  The  statesman  or  states- 
men who  take  it  up  in  earnest  will  make 
a  great  hit  with  the  people.  This  country 
is  bound  to  have  economy  for  two  good 
reasons  —  one  because  it  will  have  no 
money  to  be  profuse  with,  the  other  be- 
cause the  citizens  of  Canada,  now  largely 
bondholders  of  the  national  debt,  will 
watch  closely  and  insist  on  carefulness 
and  thrift.  They  will  not  sanction  any 
monkey  tricks  with  their  investment. 
They  will  help  Ottawa  to  be  honest  by 
keeping  a  sharp  eye  on  the  public  ac- 
counts. 

Besides  it  is  only  a  question  of  months 
until  one  party  or  the  other  gives  us  pro- 
portional representation.  This  sensible 
plan  of  election  which  gives  the  minority 
a  square  deal  has  hitherto  been  treated 
as  a  lemon  by  both  parties  because  it  in- 


terfered with  their  jerrmandering  pro- 
pensities, but  the  pressure  of  the  times 
forces  it  upon  them.  Proportional  repre- 
sentation will  be  a  great  blessing.  There 
is  nothing  like  a  close  majority  to  put  a 
Government  on  its  good  behavior.  More- 
over, prohibition  bids  fair  to  spread  and, 
no  strong  liquor  being  at  hand  to  fuddle 
with,  a  clear-eyed  people,  in  a  more  or 
less  irritable  frame  of  mind  due  to  ab- 
stinence, will  slake  to  the  full  the  only 
thirst  the  law  has  left  them — the  thirst 
for  full  and  complete  information  in  re- 
gard to  our  public  affairs.  This  will  also 
tend  to  keep  things  checked  up. 

Economy  will  take  shape  first  as  a  re- 
trenchment of  expenditure  on  public 
works.  Canoe-canals,  sawdust  wharves 
and  other  supverfluities  will  be  cut  out. 
The  Minister  of  Public  Works,  hereto- 
fore chosen  for  his  skill  in  human  nature, 
will  cease  to  be  known  as  the  horn  of 
plenty.  He  will  have  a  hard  heart  and  a 
gift  of  pinching  pennies.  Indeed,  his 
office  may  be  abolished  altogther.  Why 
shouldn't  each  department  look  after  its 
own  public  works?  Retrenchment  may 
even  go  the  length  of  calling  in  efficiency 
experts  to  recast  the  Civil  Service,  in- 
side and  outside,  with  a  view  to  prevent- 
ing overlapping  of  departments  and  weed- 
ing out  redundant  employees. 

As  matters  stand  there  are  depart- 
ments at  Ottawa  right  now  overstaffed 
to  a  degree  where  three  men  are  drawing 
pay  for  half  a  man's  work.  Economy 
will  tackle  this  wasteful  system  of  pat- 
ronage - —  appointments  will  be  on  merit 
plus  an  examination.  Professor  Shortt, 
chairman  of  the  Civil  Service  Com- 
mission, is  the  very  thing  the  doc- 
tor ordered.  He  is  strong  on  exam- 
inations and  he  can  always  make  the 
examinations  stronger  if  necessary.  There 
is  nothing  like  a  good  stiff  examination 
to  keep  the  crowd  back.  Economy  is 
bound  to  regard  Professor  Shortt  as  an 
automatic  and  highly  effective  safety 
clutch. 

T_r  AVING  wreaked  its  first  fine  care- 
less  rapture  on  the  waste  under  its 
immediate  eye  at  Ottawa,  economy  may 
well  take  a  wider  ranger.  It  may  eventu- 
ally grasp  the  idea  that  Canada  has  too 
much  and  too  expensive  Government  for 
a  country  of  eight  million  people  and  that 
a  little  amalgamating  would  be  a  wise 
thing.  We  have  in  this  be-governed  land 
of  ours  ten  Parliaments,  eight  hundred 
and  forty  legislators  costing  two  million 
dollars  a  year  in  sessional  indemnities 
and  nine  Lieutenant-Governors  drawing 
$6,000  a  year,  up — mostly  up — for  doing 
nothing,  or,  well,  nearly  nothing.  If 
France  has  multiplied  authorities  as  we 
have,  no  wonder  Premier  Briand  speaks 
of  centralizing  after  the  war.  The  three 
Maritime  Provinces,  numbering  less  than 
half  the  population  of  Ontario,  have  three 
.sieparate  legislatures,  three  Lieutenant- 
Governors,  and  one  hundred  and  thirty- 
seven  M.P.P.'s,  which  is  ten  more  than 
Ontario  can  boast.  The  Maritime  Pro- 
vinces ought  to  get  together  and  save 
money.  Why,  the  Lieutenat-Governor  of 
little  Prince  Edward  Island  costs  almost 
as  much  as  the  entirejegi.slature. 
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The  Ballad  of  Jean  Desprez 

By  Robert  W.  Service 

Author  of  "Songs  of  a  Sourdough,"  "The  Haggis  of  Private 
MePhee,"  "The  Man  from  Athabaska,"  etc. 


Oh,  ye  whose  hearts  are  resonant,  and  ring  to  War's  romance. 
Hear  ye  the  story  of  a  boy,  a  peasant  boy  of  France; 
A  lad  uncouth  and  warped  with  toil,  yet  who  when  trial  came. 
Could  feel  within  his  soul  upleap  and  soar  the  sacred  flame; 
Could  stand  upright,  and  scorn  and  smite  as  only  heroes  may: 
Oh,  listen  and  I'll  try  to  tell  the  tale  of  Jean  Desprez. 


With  fire  and  sword  the  Teuton  horde  was  ravaging  the  land. 
And  there  was  darkness  and  despair,  grim  death  on  every  hand; 
Red  fields  of  slaughter  sloping  down  to  ruin's  black  abyss. 
The  wolves  of  war  ran  evil-fanged — Oh,  little  did  they  miss! 
And  on  they  came  with  fear  and  flame  to  burn  and  loot  and  slay. 
Until  they  reached  the  red-roofed  croft,  the  home  of  Jean  Desprez. 


"Rout  out  the  village,  one  and  all!"  the  Uhlan  Captain  said; 

"Some  unseen  hand  has  fired  a  shot — my  trumpeter  is  dead. 

Now  shall  they  Prussian  vengeance  feel;   now  shall  they  rue  this  day. 

For  by  this  sacred  German  slain  ten  of  these  dogs  shall  pay." 

They  drove  the  cowering  peasants  forth,  woman  and  babes  and  men, 

And  from  the  last,  with  fiendish  joy,  the  Captain  chose  he  ten; 

Ten  simple  peasants  bowed  with  toil,  they  stood,  they  knew  not  v/hy, 

Against  the  grey  wall  of  the  church,  hearing  their  children  cry; 

Hearing  their  wives  and  mothers  wail,  with  faces  dazed  they  stood; 

A  moment  only — Ready!   Fire!   They  weltered  in  their  blood. 


"Water!     For  love  of  Christ  who  died!     One  little  drop,  I  pray" 
It  was  the  little  Jean  Desprez  who  turned  and  stole  away; 
It  was  the  little  bare-foot  boy  who  came  with  cup  a-brim. 
And  walked  up  to  the  dying  man,  and  gave  the  drink  to  him. 


A  roar  of  rage!     They  seize  the  boy;  they  tear  him  fast  away. 

The  sneering  Major  swings  around — no  longer  is  he  gay. 

His  teeth  are  wolfishly  a-gleam,  his  face  a-flame  with  spite: 

"Quick!    Shoot  the  brat,"  he  snarls,  "that  dare  defy  our  Prussian  might. 

Yet  hold!     I  have  another  thought.    I'll  kindly  be,  and  spare: 

Go,  give  the  lad  a  rifle  charged,  and  stand  him  point-blank  there. 

And  bid   him  shoot,  and  shoot  to  kill.    Quick!     Make  him  understand. 

The  dying  dog  he  fain  would  save  shall  perish  by  his  hand; 

And  all  his  kindred  they  shall  see,  and  all  shall  curse  his  name, 

Who  bought  his  life  at  such  a  cost,  the  price  of  death  and  shame." 


They  brought  the  boy,  half  stunned  with  blows;  they  made  him  understand; 

They  stood  him  by  the  dying  man,  a  rifle  in  his  hand. 

"Make  haste,"  said  they.   "The  time  is  short,  and  you  must  kill  or  die." 

The  Major  puffed  his  cigarette,  amusement  in  his  eye. 

And  then  the  dying  zouave  heard,  and  raised  his  woful  head: 

"Shoot,  son,  it  will  be  best  for  both;  shoot  straight  and  swift,"  he  said; 

"Aim  at  my  heart;  fire  first  and  last,  for  lost  to  hope  am  I, 

And  I  will  murmur;  'Vive  la  France!'  and  bless  you  as  I  die." 


But  there  was  one  who  watched  the  crime,  who  heard  the  frenzied  cries. 

Who  saw  these  men  in  sabots  fall  before  their  children's  eyes; 

A  zouave  wounded  in  a  ditch,  and  knowing  death  was  nigh. 

He  laughed  with  joy:  "Ah!  here  is  where  I  settle  ere  I  die." 

He  clutched  his  rifle  once  again,  and  long  he  aimed  and  well — 

A  shot!     Beside  his  victims  ten  the  Uhlan  Captain  fell. 


They  dragged  the  wounded  zouave  out;  their  rage  was  like  a  flame; 
With  bayonets  they  pinned  him   down   until   their   Major  came. 
A  big,  full-blooded  man  he  was,  and  arrogant  of  eye; 
He  stared  to  see  with  shattered  skull  his  favorite  Captain  lie. 
"Nay,  do  not  finish  him  so  quick,  this  foreign  swine!"  he  cried; 
"Go,  nail  him  to  the  big  church  door — he  shall  be  crucified." 


With  eyes  a-starc  the  boy  stood  there;  he  seemed  to  swoon  and  sway; 

Yet  in  that  moment's  anguish  woke  the  soul  of  Jean  Desprez. 

He  saw  the  woods  go  sheening  down,  the  larks  were  singing  clear; 

Oh,  how  the  sights  and  sounds  of  Spring  were  suddenly  so  dear! 

He  felt  the  scent  of  new-mown  hay,  a  soft  breeze  fanned  his  brow; 

Oh,  God!     The  paths  of  peace  and  toil,  how  precious  were  they  now! 

The  summer  days  and  summer  ways,  so  bright  with  hope  and  bliss. 

The  Autumn  such  a  dream  of  gold — and  it  must  end  in  this — 

This  shining  rifle  in  his  hand,  and  shambles  all  around. 

The  zouave  there  with  dying  glare,  the  blood  that  slaked  the  ground, 

The  brutal  faces  round  him  ringed,  the  evil  eyes  a-flame, 

That  Prussian  bully  lounging  by  as  if  he  watched  a  game. 

"Make  haste  and  shoot,"  the  Major  sneered;   "A  minute  more  I  give; 

A  minute  more  to  kill  your  friend  if  you  yourself  would  live." 


With  bayonets  through  hands  and  feet  they  nailed  the  zouave  there. 
And  there  was  anguish  in  his  cry,  and  horror  in  his  stare. 
"Water!     A  single  drop!"  he  moaned;  but  how  they  jeered  at  him, 
And  mocked  him  with  an  empty  cup,  and  saw  his  eye  grow  dim; 
And,  as  in  agony  of  death  his  lips  with  blood  were  wet, 
The  Prussian  Major  jeered  at  him,  and  lit  a  cigarette. 
But  mid  the  white-faced  villagers  who  cowered  in  horror  by. 
Was  one  who  saw  the  woeful  sight,  who  heard  the  piteous  cry: 


They  only  saw  a  bare-foot  boy,  with  white  and  twitching  face; 

They  did  not  see  his  heart  a-flame  with  the  glory  of  his  race; 

The  glory  of  a  myriad  men  who  for  fair  France  have  died, 

The  glory  of  self-sacrifice  that  will  not  be  denied. 

Yet  he  was  but  a  peasant  lad,  and  oh,  life  was  so  sweet! 

"Your  minute's  nearly  gone,  my  boy,"  he  heard  a  voice  repeat; 

"Oh,  shoot,"  the  dying  zouave  moaned.  "Shoot!    Shoot!"  the  soldiers  said; 

Then  Jean  Desprez  reached  out  and  shot — the  Prussian  Major  dead. 


WHEN  Ephraim  Battersby  went 
north,  his  anaemic  body  was 
supercharged  with  goodwill.  It 
survived  the  disappearance  of  the  smil- 
ing fields  of  Ontario  and  even  the  gradual 
transmutation  of  city  dweller  into  farmer, 
farmer  into  prospector,  prospector  into 
trader,  trader  into  Indian  and  finally 
from  Indian  into  the  rotund  and  oleagin- 
ous Husky  of  Whale  River.  From  which 
it  may  be  safely  assumed  that  Battersby's 
heart  was  in  the  right  place.  Being  a  mis- 
sionary, he  was  also  human,  and  by  the 
time  the  east  coast  of  Hudson  Bay  was 
locked  tight  in  the  death  grip  of  winter, 
he  confessed  to  recurrent  comparisons 
between  a  radiator-heated  room  in  a  cer- 
tain theological  college  and  the  somewhat 
odoriferous  corner  assigned  to  him  in  the 
rough-hewn  habitation  of  a  Whale  River 
fur  trader. 

It  was  not  only  that  the  whole  place  was 
redolent  of  raw,  if  precious,  fur,  soggy 
sealskin  boots,  fish,  and  the  unnameable 
odors  of  the  brown-skinned  people  who 
were  his  own  particular  charge,  but  the 
food,  as  well,  was  something  from  which 
the  walls  of  his  stomach  had  already  be- 
gun to  shrink.  Green  bacon  is  the  salva- 
tion of  the  north.  But  Ephraim  Bat- 
tersby failed  to  find  in  it  that  for  which 
his  system  yearned  with  a  crepuscular 
tingling,  and  of  late  he  had  been  forced 
into  the  grudging  admission  that  north 
of  the  fifty-fifth  parallel  the  stomach 
acquires  a  strategical  importance  un- 
dreamed of  in  warmer  latitudes. 

FOR  all  of  this  Ephraim  Battersby  was 
proud  to  be  a  missionary.  The  very 
thought  of  it  invariably  sent  a  glow  into 
his  thin,  wistful  face,  and  a  pulse  of  de- 
termination throbbed  in  the  lean  and  ang- 
ular body  that  so  desperately  lacked  the 
comforting  and  protective  tissues  which 
nature  provides  for  those  with  whom  she 
loves  to  battle  on  the  roof  of  the  world. 
He  was,  in  short,  of  the  stuff  of  which 
martyrs  are  made. 

Within  a  few  miles  of  the  Post  clus- 
tered the  shining  roofs  of  a  group  of 
igloos,  where  lived  a  band  of  nomad  Hus- 
kies. In  summer  time  they  travelled  far 
in  kayack  and  komatick,  the  latter  be- 
ing the  great,  skin  boat  in  which  the 
women  voyage,  and  even  journeyed  in 
majestic  deliberation  on  drifting  fields  of 
ice  that,  borne  by  deep  sea  currents,  slid 
slowly  along  the  interminable  coast.  But 
in  winter,  as  often  as  not,  they  lived  on 
the  bleak  shore  through  which  Whale 
River  finds  its  way  to  the  wind-whipped 
waters  of  Hudson  Bay.  The  first  time 
Ephraim  Battersby  had  seen  the  igloos, 
and  they  were  the  first  he  had  ever  seen. 
he  was  filled  with  romantic  delight.  It 
was  all  working  out  just  as  he  expected. 
The  books  he  had  read,  the  tales  he  had 
heard,  the  pictures  he  had  seen,  were  here 


The  Soul  of  Nanook 

By  Alan  Sullivan 

Author  of  "Blantyre  Alien,"  "OuUi-Bret,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  J.  W.  Beatty 

reproduced  to  the  very  life.  But  when  he 
got  down  on  hands  and  knees  and  crawled 
into  the  somewhat  aristocratic  dwelling 
of  Nanook,  the  Bear,  he  experienced  a 
violent  revulsion.  Nanook  himself  was 
seated  on  a  block  of  snow,  chewing  stol- 
idly at  a  long  strip  of  blubber  which  fell, 
pendant  and  quivering  between  his  knees. 
On  other  blocks  the  same  occupation  was 
being  steadily  pursued  by  two  women,  one 
considerably  older  than  the  other,  and  it 
was  only  with  a  supreme  effort  that 
Ephraim  conquered  an  ejaculation  of  dis- 
gust, which,  by  the  way,  would  have 
ruined  his  professional  chances,  when 
Nanook  with  a  grunt  and  a  smile  of 
greasy  affability  extended  a  fourth  strip 
to  the  visitor.  He  was  prepared  to  suf- 
fer, but  not  in  this  manner.  For  the 
rest  of  it,  the  air  was  thick,  and  tainted 
not  only  with  the  rancid  smell  of  the 
blubber,  but  also  with  the  indescribable 
emanations  of  three  unwashed  and  brown- 
skinned  bodies.  Ephraim  Battersby  re- 
coiled and  breathed  deeply,  but  in  the 
next  moment  decided  that  to  breathe 
deeply  might,  for  the  present,  be  safely 
postponed. 

A  WEEK  later,  however,  his  physical 
-^*- education  had  so  progressed  that  he 
could  enter  an  igloo  without  wincing,  and 
emerge  an  hour  later  with  a  mere  sense 
of  thankfulness  for  fresh  air.  This,  to 
say  the  least  of  it,  was  a  triumph;  but 
added  to  it  was  the  feeling  that  between 
himself  and  Nanook  there  had  been  estab- 
lished a  distinct  cordiality.  Battersby 
was  wise  enough  not  to  talk  to  a  hungry 
man,  whereby  it  will  be  seen  that  he  had 
absorbed  one  great  lesson  of  the  North. 
And  with  a  good  deal  of  tactical  skill  his 
visits  had  begun  to  coincide  with  the 
arrival  of  fresh  meat  from  the  sealing 
grounds  in  the  offing.  By  now,  through 
the  aid  of  an  excellent  interpreter,  the 
thin  edge  of  the  clerical  wedge  that  would 
separate  Nanook  from  paganism  was  be- 
ing delicately   introduced. 

As  time  went  on  he  got  glimpses,  more 
and  more  frequent,  of  the  amazing  sim- 
plicity of  the  mind  with  which  he  grap- 
pled. It  was  educative,  he  admitted,  to 
realize  that  here  was  a  man,  primal  be- 
yond belief,  one  to  whom  wind,  weather, 
ice  and  food  were  the  determining  factors 
of  life,  and  who  attacked  all  subjects  but 
these  with  a  naked  and  unadorned  sim- 
plicity that,  as  often  as  not,  cut  the 
ground  from  beneath  Ephraim  Batters- 
by's feet  and  left  him  groping  for  some 
new  and  more  atayisitic  method  of  ap- 
proach. Ultimately  the  time  came  when 
Nanook  was  sufficiently  aroused  for  him 
to  question  on  his  own  account,  and  it 
was  a  bitter  day  in  December,  when  the 
radiator-heated  room  was  pictured  with 
unusual  distinctness  in  the  mind  of  Bat- 
tersby,   that    the    squat    and    black-eyed 


hunter  stared  straight  into  his  face  and 
asked  why  he  had  come  so  far  for  the 
mere  purpose  of  talking. 

"You  do  not  hunt  or  fish,"  he  went  on 
reflectively,  "nor  have  you  any  wife,  nor 
house,  nor  rifle.    I  do  not  understand." 

T)ATTERSBY'S  heart  leaped  within 
AJ  him,  for  this  was  the  moment  toward 
which  he  had  yearned.  "I  came,"  he 
answered  thankfully,  "to  tell  you  some- 
thing that  will  make  you  happy,  just  as 
it  has  made  so  many  people  happy  all 
over  the  world." 

"But  still  I  do  not  understand.  And 
also  I  did  not  ask  to  know." 

"It  is  to  save  your  soul,"  put  in  Bat- 
tersby quickly.  There  was  a  moment  dur- 
ing which  the  interpreter  made  strange 
noises  in  his  throat. 

"My  soul,"  said  Nanook.  "What  is 
tl\at?" 

Battersby  wondered  swiftly  just  how 
the  interpreter  had  put  it.  He  himself 
admitted  the  difficulty,  then  inspiration 
came  in  a  flash.  "Your  soul  is  the  part  of 
you  that  does  not  die." 

At  that  Nanook  nodded  vigorously. 
"Now  I  understand,  but  what  have  you 
to  do  with  that?  It  is  all  arranged.  When 
I  get  sick  and  am  about  to  die,  the  tribe 
will  build  me  a  fine  new  igloo  out  on  the 
ice,  and  put  skins  in  it,  and  food,  and  fish- 
ing lines;  and  there  will  be  a  feast,  and 
after  the  feast  my  friends  will  say  good- 
bye and  seal  up  the  igloo  tight  and  put  a 
walrus  tusk  on  top  to  show  that  it  is  the 
place  of  death.  After  that  they  will  go 
away  until  my  spirit  has  departed.  And 
as  for  me,  I  shall  fish  for  a  little  while, 
and  eat  and  sleep,  and  by  and  by  I  shall 
die  and  wake  up  again  in  a  place  where 
there  is  good  hunting  and  much  food  and 
where  my  friends  are  waiting  for  me." 

Nanook  paused  as  though  in  satisfied  con- 
templation of  such  a  programme.  Finally 
he  glanced  curiously  at  Battersby's 
watery  eyes.  "You  do  not  want  me  to 
do  anything  else,  do  you?" 

•TpHE  missionary  pondered.  He  had, 
*  it  appeared,  undertaken  to  upset  a 
point  of  view  to  which  Nanook  and  those 
like  him  looked  placidly  forward  through 
all  their  arduous  lives.  It  occurred  to 
him,  presently,  that  if,  in  some  kindly 
and  simple  fashion,  he  could  introduce 
into  this  primordial  mind  the  hunger  for 
.'something  even  better  than  these  happy 
hunting  grounds,  it  would  be  good  tactics. 
There  moved  somewhere  in  his  memory 
an  admonition,  he  wondered  if  it  were  not 
St.  Paul's,  that  one  must  not  destroy  a 
man's  faith  unless  one  were  sure  of  re- 
placing it  with  something  better. 

"Are  you  certain  your  friends  will  be 
there?"  he  asked  tentatively. 

Nanook  stuck  out  a  heavy  jaw.  "If 
they  are  not,  then  they  too  are  mistaken 


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and  they  are  somewhere  else,  and  that  is 
where  I  would  go  myself." 

Very  patiently,  and  with  infinite  kind- 
ness, Ephraim  Battersby  explained  in 
monosyllabic  words  how  it  was  that  a 
man's  actions  in  this  life  bore  so  great  a 
relation  to  the  other  life  that  was  to  come. 
He  went  over  this  two  or  three  times, 
glancing  frequently  into  the  black  orbs 
that  moved  so  smoothly  in  their  narrow 
sockets.  "This,"  he  concluded,  "is  the 
message  that  I  am  sent  to  give  you." 

"But,"  said  Nanook,  questioningly, 
"what  can  I  do  that  I  am  not  doing?" 

"Be  always  honest  and  truthful.  And," 
he  added  in  a  burst  of  enthusiasm,  "be 
good  to  your  wife." 

At  this  Nanook  learned  forward.  "To 
which  wife?" 

"You  have  two?"  said  Battersby, 
startled. 

Nanook  nodded  with  a  touch  of  pride. 
"Yes,  I  am  a  rich  man,  but "  he  hesi- 
tated and  went  on  slowly — "there  is  some- 
thing in  what  you  say.  It  is  hard  to  be 
kind  to  two  wives.  Cunayou,  the  Sculpin, 
is  old  and  she  talks  too  much.  There  are 
many  nights  when  she  talks  all  night.  It 
would  be  easier  to  be  kind  to  the  young 
one." 

The  spirit  of  Battersby  rose  in  instant 
protest.    "You  must  let  one  go  at  once." 

"I  am  very  willing,"  said  Nanook,  "and 
have  asked  Cunayou  many  times  to  go. 
The  trouble  is  she  will  not  go.  But  if"^ 
here  he  paused  again  and  a  smile  settled 
on  his  broad  thick  lips — "but  if  you  can 
say  words  to  Cunayou  that  will  make  her 
go,  I  will  believe  what  you  say  about  the 
part  of  me  that  does  not  die." 

'TpHAT  night  Ephraim  Battersby  lay 
-*■  sleepless  for  hours.  However  he 
might  retrace  his  college  course,  there 
was  no  fraction  of  it  to  be  found  applic- 
able to  this  most  recent  phase  of  his  mis- 
sionary efforts.  He  began  to  wonder  whe- 
ther, in  the  gradual  steps  that  had  armed 
him  for  the  conflict  of  creed  and  the  dis- 
putations of  the  theologian,  there  had 
been  strangely  omitted  some  simple  and 
fundamental  element,  which,  had  he 
grasped  it,  would  have  invested  him  with 
the  ability  to  meet  the  brown  people  of 
the  North  as  now  he  saw  they  must  be 
met.  The  church  history  with  which  he 
was  saturated  was  no  use  here.  Church 
government  was,  in  every  debatable 
phase,  remote  from  the  shores  of  Hudson 
Bay.  If,  instead  of  being  a  keen  doctrin- 
arian, imbued  by  some  queer  twist  of  tem- 
perament with  the  missionary  spirit,  he 
had  been  a  sound-bodied,  strong-legged, 
disciple  of  the  truth,  with  a  smattering  of 
medical  knowledge  and  an  inherent  love 
for  the  out  of  doors,  it  would  not  be  so 
difficult  to  establish  with  Nanook  a  phy- 
sical, if  sporting,  comradeship  out  of 
which  great  things  might  grow.  He  be- 
gan to  perceive  that,  in  order  to  deal  with 
elemental  minds,  one  must  reflect  an  un- 
derstanding of  elemental  life,  and  that 
just  so  long  as  his  arms  were  weak  and  his 
eyes  watery  and  he  was  helpless  to  do  the 
least  of  the  things  which  Nanook  had  done 
from  childhood,  there  might  yawn  be- 
tween them  a  gulf  which  no  endeavor 
could  ever  bridge.  But  just  as  this  was 
burdening  his  spirit  there  came  to  him, 


The  door  opened  and  Kanahluk  stepped  stolidly  in.  "There 
is    trouble,"    he    said,    with    an    angry    look    at    Nanook. 


as  there  comes  at  times  to  all  brave  and 
lonely  souls,  the  abiding  faith  that,  in  the 
ultimate,  it  is  part  of  the  Divine  scheme 
that  the  invisible  things  are  those  which 
in  the  end  must  triumph  and  that  it  is  not 
revealed  to  the  soul  of  any  man  just  where 
or  how  he  has  either  failed  or  succeeded. 

TT  was  at  noon  next  day  that  Nanook  re- 
appeared,  his  eyes  unusually  merry, 
his  flat  face  wreathed  into  an  oily  grin. 
"It  is  well,  and  my  friend  is  a  wise  man. 
Last  night  I  had  much  thought.  It  was 
hard  to  think,  because  Cunayou  would 
not  stop  talking,  but  after  a  while  I  told 
her  that  she  must  go  to  her  brothel- 
Kanahluk,   the   Rain." 

Ephraim  Battersby  flushed  happily. 
"Im  glad  you  did  that,  very  glad." 

A  reminiscent  shadow  dawned  in  Na- 
nook's  gaze.  "But  it  was  not  easy.  Cuna- 
you got  very  angry  and  said  she  would 
not  go,  so  I  put  her  out.    It  is  hard,"  he 


added,  "to  push  an  angry  old  woman 
through  the  tunnel  of  an  igloo  without 
hurting  her,  and  she  scratched  my  neck, 
here."  He  turned  back  his  fur  hood  and 
shewed  the  marks  of  long,  claw-like  nails. 
"But  after  a  while,  having  said  many 
things,  she  went  across  to  the  igloo  of  her 
brother  Kanahluk,  and  there,  too,  I  heard 
much  talking."  He  glanced  cheerfully  at 
Battersby's  brick-red  face.  "And  now  I 
would  see  the  pictures  of  which  you 
spoke." 

Ephraim  drew  a  long  breath  and  turned 
with  relief  to  a  pile  of  papers  which  had 
been  thrust  into  his  dunnage  bag  during 
his  last  few  moments  in  civilization.  In 
recent  months  they  had  taken  on  a  new 
and  precious  meaning.  By  now  he  had 
most  of  them  by  heart,  for  in  the  wilder- 
ness that  which  is  in  print  has  a  signifi- 
cance not  dreamed  of  in  the  haunts  of 
men.  On  top  of  the  pile  was  a  copy  of 
the  London   Graphic.     He  was  conscious 


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of  a  curious  pride  of  possession  as  he 
picked  it  up.  Opening  it  at  random  there 
lay  before  Nanook's  narrow  eyes  a  double 
page  drawing  of  a  notable  engagement  on 
the  British  front. 

FOR  a  long  time  the  round-faced  hunt- 
er stared  at  it  in  silence  till  his 
strong  short  forefinger  went  out  and  he 
began  touching  figure  after  figure,  each 
of  them  locked  in  desperate  struggle. 
Battersby  noted  anxiously  that  wherever 
the  finger  touched  there  was  left  a  small, 
round,  greasy  patch. 

"What  is  it?"  said  Nanook  wonder- 
in  gly. 

"It  is  a  battle— a  big  fight,  many,  many 
miles  away." 

"They  are  all  white  men  that  fight?" 

"Yes,  all  of  them." 

Nanook  paused  for  a  moment.  "But 
why  do  they  fight?" 

"Because,"  said  Battersby  hesitating- 
ly, "they  are  fighting — that  is,"  he  added 
hastily,  "our  men  are  fighting,  for  good 
things."  He  wondered  for  a  moment 
whether  in  the  Husky  language  there  was 
a  word  for  "the  ideal,"  or  even  for  "free- 
dom." But  something  about  Nanook  told 
him  there  was  not. 

"Then  the  other  men  are  bad  men?" 
said  the  hunter  thoughtfully. 

"No,"  admitted  the  missionary,  "they 
are  not  all  bad.    But  why  did  you  ask?" 

"Then  good  men  are  fighting  with  good 
men  ?"  persisted  Nanook  with  a  queer  note 
in  his  voice. 

"I  am  afraid  that  sometimes  good  men 
do  fight  with  good  men."  Battersby  had 
an  inward  admonition  that  here  of  all 
places  in  the  world  he  must  stick  rigidly 
to  the  truth. 

"You  told  me  last  night,"  continued 
Nanook  dubiously,  "that  I  must  be  good 
and  not  fight,  and  now  you  show  me  a  pic- 
ture of  good  white  men  killing  each 
other.  I  do  not  understand.  Those  men 
who  are  on  the  ground,  are  they  all  dead?" 

Battersby  gulped  at  a  lump  in  his 
throat.    "Yes,  I  am  afraid  so." 

"Then  there  are  more  people  killed  in 
this  place  in  one  day  than  on  Hudson's 
Bay  in  a  hundred  winters,"  said  the 
Husky    sturdily. 

PPHRAIM  BATTERSBY'S  weak  eyes 
•'-'  grew  more  watery  than  ever  while  he 
assailed  the  interpreter  with  explana- 
tions, but  somehow  he  seemed  to  get  no 
further.  Then  Nanook  began  to  talk 
and  there  came  back  from  him  in  broken 
English  the  fact  that  the  men  of  the 
Husky  tribes  did  not  fight  like  these  white 
men  on  the  paper,  but  that  only  for'  a 
good  cause,  such  as  theft  of  woman  or 
dogs  or  food,  did  they  battle.  Even  while 
he  spoke  it  seemed  that  he  was  visibly 
sliding  back  into  the  depths  of  the  pagan- 
ism from  which  Battersby  had  so  ardu- 
ously labored  to  pluck  him.  The  mis- 
sionary, blaming  himself  bitterly,  felt 
again  caught  up  in  a  storm  of  personal 
doubt.  Had  he  come  here,  he  wondered, 
to  escape  the  greater  battlefield?  Was 
Nanook,  pagan  though  he  might  be,  better 
off  in  his  ignorance  than  with  the 
jumbled  medley  of  things  contradictory 
and  utterly  beyond  comprehension?  Had 
destiny  designed  him  as  a  sort  of  human 


outpost,  thrust  by  civilization  against  the 
terrors  of  the  Arctic,  wresting  a  precari- 
ous existence  from  sea  and  plain,  bless- 
edly oblivious  of  the  harassment  of 
doubt  and  the  essential  meaning  of  sin, 
and  slipping  at  the  last,  untutored  and 
unafraid,  into  the  mysterious  womb  of  the 
North?  Who  was  he,  Battersby  now  ask- 
ed himself,  to  trouble  the  profound  depths 
of  this  man's  untamed  but  unquestioning 
spirit?  His  mental  horizon  was  growing 
dark  when  the  door  opened  and  Kanahluk, 
the  brother  of  Cunayou,  stepped  stolidly 
in. 

"There  is  trouble,"  he  said  with  an 
angry  glance  at  Nanook.  "Much  trouble, 
and  I  would  talk  with  this  man." 

Nanook  gurgled  contentedly.  "I  think 
I  know  what  is  the  matter.  You  have  not 
slept  well,  but  it  is  nothing.  I  did  not 
sleep  for  many  nights." 

"You  are  a  fool."  Kanahluk's  voice 
rose  angrily.  "And  you  know  that  no 
man  can  sleep  while  Cunayou  talks.  I 
have  come  now  to  tell  you  that  you  must 
take  her  back." 

Nanook  shrugged  his  broad  shoulders. 
"I  cannot  take  her  back.  The  white  man 
has  told  me  that  I  must  only  have  one 
wife.  If  there  is  not  enough  food  I  have 
plenty  of  seal  meat  and  will  give  you 
some." 

"It  is  not  the  stomach  of  Cunayou,  but 
my  own  ears  of  which  I  think,"  snapped 
Kanahluk  hotly.  'And  you  have  listened 
to  her  so  long  that  you  are  used  to  it.  As 
for  me  I  will  not  listen  to  it  any  longer." 

"Once  again,"  came  back  Nanook,  "I'm 

sorry,  but "  he  broke  off  with  a  baffling 

glance  at  Ephraim  Battersby. 

"Your  sorrow  will  not  stop  Cunayou's 
tongue."  Kanahluk's  eyes  grew  hard  and 
his  hand  stole  toward  his  long  knife. 
"Come!  let  us  settle  it." 

A  MIST  rose  before  Battersby's  gaze, 
through  which  he  heard  Nanook 
grunt  in  placid  acquiescence.  The  door 
opened  again  and  the  two  hunters  rolled 
silently  out.  He  stood  for  a  moment 
divided  between  physical  dread  and  a 
ghastly  sense  of  personal  failure.  How- 
ever well  meant,  consistent  and  even 
prayerful  had  been  his  efforts,  they  now 
resulted  only  in  the  preparation  by  two 
pagans  to  fight  to  the  death.  It  seemed 
that  his  own  life,  with  all  its  training, 
self  sacrifice,  good  intentions  and  wistful 
faith,  had  been  a  mockery.  Suddenly 
there  arose  in  his  brain  a  fierce  and  ele- 
mental protest.  These  men  should  not 
fight.  If  he  himself  did  nothing  else  but 
prevent  that  which  he  had  so  unwillingly 
caused,  there  might  even  in  this  be  some- 
thing of  service  and  value.  His  heart  be- 
gan to  beat  violently  and  he  dashed  out. 

At  a  little  distance,  on  the  packed  snow, 
stood  the  hunters.  On  one  side  was  the 
interpreter,  tense  with  interest.  The  long 
knives  were  bare  and  each  man  crouched, 
springing  gently  on  his  toes.  Even  as 
Battersby  looked,  Kanahluk  lunged  and 
Nanook  stepping  swiftly  sidewise,  launch- 
ed an  answering  stroke.  There  was  a 
glitter  of  wicked  steel  that  found  no 
mark,  and  again  the  squat  figures  turned 
to  the  attack. 


A  T  this  moment  Battersby  sprang  for- 
-^*-  ward  and  caught  at  the  tall  man's 
lifted  arm.  Simultaneously  his  shoulder 
hurled  itself  in  front  of  Nanook's  advanc- 
ing weapon.  There  darted  through  him  a 
sharp  stinging  pain,  in  the  midst  of  which 
he  caught  a  hoarse  shout  of  astonishment. 
Then  the  two  figures  seemed  to  come  very 
close  to  him  and  fade  away  in  the  most 
mysterious  fashion  possible.  It  seemed  to 
be  centuries  later  that  a  great  roaring 
sounded  in  his  ears  and  he  returned  to 
consciousness  in  his  own  bunk,  while  the 
Scotch  trader  leaned  over  him  anxiously 
and  assured  him  with  impressive  earnest- 
ness that  there  was  no  particular  damage 
done. 

"Ye  ken,"  he  said  gruffly,  "that  nae- 
body  but  a  pairfect  fule  would  step  in  be- 
tune  twa  quarreling  Huskies.  Man  alive! 
They're  like  the  dogs  they  drive,  and  juist 
as  quarrelsome.  It's  twenty  years  now 
that  I've  been  in  the  North  and  if  I've 
lairned  onything  it's  to  let  these  folk 
alone  to  settle  their  ain  deeficulties.  Old 
Nanook  did'na  mean  to  hurt  ye  and  he's 
juist  breaking  his  brown  heart  over  it  the 
noo.  'Tis  naething  but  a  scrane  along 
your  ribs  and  a  week  fra  noo  will  see  ye 
on  your  legs  again." 

And  with  that  he  tramped  off  to  con- 
coct a  comforting  mixture  not  usually 
found  in  theological  colleges. 

A  S  it  happened  the  trader  was  right, 
■^*-  for  such  is  the  amazing  purity  of 
the  northern  atmosphere  that  wounds 
heal  with  incredible  swiftness.  In  three 
days  Battersby  was  on  his  feet,  and  just  a 
week  later  he  essayed  an  uncertain  walk 
toward  the  group  of  igloos  round  which 
the  snow  was  now  deeper  than  ever.  In 
this  wavering  progress  there  dawned  in 
his  mind  the  conception  that  in  some  curi- 
ous way  he  had  come  nearer  to  his  heart's 
desire.  Nanook,  so  far  as  he  knew,  was 
still  pagan,  and  indeed,  as  Battersby  was 
forced  to  admit,  there  was  every  reason 
for  it;  but  it  appeared,  nevertheless,  that 
in  the  past  week  Battersby  himself  had 
achieved  some  undecipherable  spiritual 
advance.  The  only  thing  he  could  make 
out  of  it  was  that  he  had  suffered,  and 
that  perhaps  in  his  suffering  had  paid 
just  a  fraction  of  some  price  which  he  was 
meant  to  pay,  the  remainder  of  which  was 
still  to  be  discharged. 

As  he  puzzled  over  this  there  loomed 
through  the  lightly  falling  snow  the  short 
figure  of  Nanook,  and  at  the  sight  of  him 
a  faint  thrill  stirred  in  Ephraim  Batters- 
by's breast. 

"There  is  something,"  said  the  hunter, 
"that  for  many  days  has  laid  on  my 
mind  like  a  stone  on  the  stomach.  Many 
things  have  been  told  me  that  I  do  not 
understand,  but  perhaps  it  is  because  I 
am  not  a  white  man.  There  is  one  thing, 
however,  that  I  do  understand,  and  that  is 
a  brave  man.  When  you  ran  between  me 
and  Kanahluk,  you  ran  very  near  death, 
but  you  did  not  care.  I  used  to  think  that 
because  you  were  not  strong  you  were 
not  therefore  brave,  but  now  I  see  that  I 
was  wrong.  So  I  was  coming  to  tell  you 
that  perhaps  also  you  were  right  when 
you  told  me  about  the  part  of  me  that  did 
not  die,  and  I  am  ready  to  do  what  you 
say.   I  have  spoken  also  to  others  and  they 


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too  will  listen  when  you  talk."  And  with 
that  Nanook  turned  on  his  heel  and  strode 
off  toward  the  land  ice  where  the  rounded 
domes  of  the  igloos  shone  luminous  in  the 
pale  arctic  light. 

DATTERSBY  stared  after  him,  his 
■L'  lips  moving  inaudibly.  Far  in  the 
north  there  glowed  and  glistened  a  great 
shimmering  curtain  of  flame  through 
which  waves  of  tender  and  exquisite 
colors  palpitated  with  ever  changing 
beauty.  Watching  it,  he  seemed  to  find 
in  its  mysterious  radiance  a  semblance 
to    an    ineffable    something   which   now 


gleamed  in  his  own  spirit.  Not  to  be 
understood  of  men,  it  hung  high  in  the 
heavens,  touching  the  widespread  deso- 
lation of  this  wilderness  into  an  unearthly 
beauty,  just  as  that  great  and  more  ten- 
der Light  had  illumined  the  lonely  places 
of  his  own  soul.  A  month  ago  he  had 
asked  himself  whether  Providence  had 
really  intended  that  he  should  sacrifice 
training  and  education  in  order  to  wrestle 
with  pagan  minds  on  the  roof  of  ihe 
world,  but  now  he  asked  himself,  in  a 
depth  of  humility,  whether  he  was  worthy 
even   for  this. 

Slowly,  and  still  plunged  in  profound 


thought,  he  toiled  back  to  the  Post.  The 
trader  was  hanging  a  young  spruce  tree 
from  the  rough-hewn  roof  of  the  store. 
Stepping  back,  he  regarded  it  with  critical 
and  approving  eyes,  till,  opening  a  draw- 
er, he  took  out  a  few  small  candles  and 
fastened  them  one  by  one  to  the  thick, 
green  branches.  At  the  sight  of  him 
Ephraim    Battersby   caught   his    breath. 

"You  don't  mean  to  say "    He  broke 

off,  while  a  new  warmth  glowed  within 
him. 

"Man,"  said  the  trader  quizzically, 
"you're  the  first  missionary  that  I  ever 
paw  get  so  far  astray  in  the  calendar." 


Vision  and 

Opportunity 

How  Canadian  Industrial  Captains  Have 

Won  Success 

By  William  Byron 


Success  has 
come  only 
where  absolute 
thorouqh- 
ness  has  been 
the  rule. 


CANADA  being  young,  so  young  in 
fact,  that  her  largest  industrial 
corporations  are  still  rather  gen- 
erally regarded  as  "infant  industries," 
has  had  to  depend  for  manufacturing  de- 
velopment on  a  rare  quality  of  leader- 
ship. It  takes  big  men  —  big  in  every 
way,  mentally,  morally,  physically  —  to 
build  an  industry  up  to  large  proportions 
in  the  face  of  the  handicaps  invariably 
encountered  in  a  young  and  growing 
country;  handicaps  that  arise  out  of  the 
scattered  population  served,  the  relative- 
ly limited  field  and  high  manufacturing 
costs  and  the  high  horsepower  concen- 
trated competition  it  is  necessary  to  meet. 
Canada  has  had  her  full  share,  luckily, 
of  men  of  this  calibre;  and,  as  a  result, 
her  industries  have  grown  rapidly.  The 
growth  of  a  large  industry  is  a  spectacu- 
lar event.  Like  a  snowball  rolling  down 
hill,  it  gathers  momentum  as  it  goes, 
branching  out  into  new  lines,  amalga- 
mating, absorbing  competitors,  develop- 
ing new  resources  and  creating  new  mar- 
kets, until  it  becomes  a  many-million- 
dollar  corporation,  with  huge  plants  here, 
there  and  yonder,  owning  and  operating 
special  sources  of  supply — perhaps,  even 
controlling  a  railroad  or  two,  or  a 
steamship  line.  And  when  the  consum- 
mation of  such  a  modern  miracle  as 
this  has  been  witnessed  it  can  be  taken 
for  granted  that  back  of  it,  all,  back  of 
the  big  onoortunity  that  made  it  possible, 
back  of  the  negotiations  and  the  long 
business  battles,  was  a  personality — a 
driving  force,  a  brain,  that  wrought  the 
miracle.  Canada  has  a  number  of  such 
industries;  and,  it  follows,  a  number  of 
such  personalities. 

Perhaps   the  most  vital,   certainly  the 
most    interesting,    question    that    can    be 


raised,  therefore,  is*  a  discussion  of  the 
qualities  that  make  for  success  in  the 
industrial  world.  Why  is  it  that  a  few 
men  carry  the  concerns  they  control  to 
dizzy  peaks  of  power  and  profit?  To 
what  qualities  can  their  remarkable  suc- 
cesses be  ascribed? 

"^^  OT  so  many  years  ago  there  were 
■*•  ^  two  large  carriage  companies  situ- 
ated in  close-by  towns,  which  enjoyed  a 
healthy  rivalry  in  the  creation  of  divi- 
dends out  of  neat  buggies  with  stripped 
spokes,  and  more  plebeian  carts  for  farm 

trafllc.    The  president  of  A Company 

was  a  business  man  par  excellence — a 
hard  worker,  a  nailer  at  driving  a  bar- 
gain, and  an  excellent  salesman.  When 
the  automobile  began  to  develop  from  the 
first  asthmatic,  intractable  gasoline  gig 
to  a  machine  that  would  actually  run 
with  regularity,  the  president  of  A — — 
Company  viewed  the  new  development 
with  equanimity  and  refused  to  see  any 
threat  to  the  carriage  business. 


"Hurt  us?"  he  scoffed.  "People  will 
be  riding  in  buggies  when  these  contrap- 
tions have  been  put  back  to  where  they 
belong — as  plajrthings  for  freaks  and  the 
idle  rich!" 

The  president  of  B Company  was 

perhaps  not  so  obviously  a  good  business 
man  as  his  more  dynamic  rival.  He 
hadn't  the  same  sharp  and  decisive  air, 
he  couldn't  make  up  his  mind  as  quickly 
or  drive  quite  as  shrewd  a  bargain.  He 
had,  in  fact,  a  rather  studious  bent  and 
took  an  interest  in  matters  of  scientific 
research.  It  was  perhaps  natural  that 
he  became  a  close  student  of  the  develop- 
ment of  the  automobile.  When  the  auto- 
mobile began  to  shape  up  as  one  of  the 
greatest  factors  in  the  industrial  world, 

the  president  of  B Company  lost  no 

time  in  adapting  his  organization  to  new 
conditions.  He  effected  an  arrangement 
with  an  American  motor  car  concern, 
converted  part  of  his  plant  and  went  into 
the  manufacture  of  autos.  Out  of  this 
humble  start  grew  a  large  and  prosper- 


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ous  industry  with  a  future  that,  in  a 
prospectus  at  least,  could  be  termed 
boundless. 

The  plant  of  A Company  still  oper- 
ated— though  not  always  full  time.  The 
old  president  is  still  at  the  helm,  as  keen, 
as  brisk,  as  businesslike  as  ever.  He  is 
still  thought  to  be  one  of  the  best  busi- 
ness men  the  country  has  produced;  al- 
though his  output  has  shrunk  and,  alas, 
his  earnings  are  less  plethoric  than  of 
yore.  This,  they  say,  is  due  entirely  to 
circumstances,  to  the  whirlgig  progress 
of  civilization  which  is  always  bringing 
something    new    to    the   fore.      There    is 

B Company,  of  course — but  that  was 

sheer  luck — a  gamble  that  turned  out 
well! 

The  one  man  had  Vision,  the  other 
hadn't. 

The  business  man  who  makes  a  big  suc- 
cess, particularly  in  a  young  and  grow- 
ing country,  must  possess  vision  above 
everything  else.  He  must  be  able  to  see 
far  enough  ahead  to  anticipate,  to  plan 
for  a  day  when  conditions  will  be  differ- 
ent and  opportunities  broader.  If  vision 
had  not  gone  hand  in  hand  with  politics, 
there  would  be  no  glittering  bands  of 
steel  from  coast  to  coast  to-day — and  no 
West  worth  mentioning.  If  Vision  had 
not  plucked  the  rubber  bands  from  cau- 
tious capital,  we  would  still  be  dependent 
on  the  outside  world  for  our  steel,  and 
reading  the  names  of  foreign  manufac- 
turers on  our  kitchen  ranges  and  sugar 
barrels.  It  has  required  Vision  to  de- 
velop Canada  industrially;  and  it  still 
requires  it.  Our  captains  of  indutsry 
are  all  men  who  have  that  remarkable 
combination  of  qualities,  foresight  with 
horse  sense. 

IT  is  one  thing  to  be  able  to  sense  op- 
portunity; it  is  another  thing  to  be 
able,  as  the  saying  is,  to  "put  it  across." 
The  man  who  builds  a  manufacturing 
venture  to  gigantic  proportions  must 
have  the  power  to  shape  the  present  with 
a  view  to  the  future  and  to  overcome  the 
obstacles  which  invariably  arise  when 
anything  but  present  considerations  are 
regarded.  In  the  dynamic  vocabulary  of 
present-day  business,  this  quality  is 
known  as  "driving  force." 

It  would  be  possible  to  dip  into  the 
annals  of  Canadian  industry  and  bring 
forth  many  cases  where  expansion  was 
due  to  the  determination  of  the  head  to 
build  for  the  future  in  spite  of  associates 
who  lacked  his  vision,  and  stockholders 
who  preferred  a  comfortable  dividend  in 
the  hand  to  a  fabulous  yield  in  the  bush. 
There  was  C ,  for  instance,  a  million- 
aire now,  and  looked  up  to  as  a  regular 
Moses  of  manufacture,  who  used  his  con- 
trol of  a  medium-sized  plant  to  sink  back 
profits    into    expansion    scheme.s   despite 


the  frantic  threats  of  his  minority  stock- 
holders. Few  were  the  dividend  sops 
that  he  administered  during  the  fifteen 
years  that  elapsed  between  the  time  when 
he  assumed  control  and  the  rather  mo- 
mentous day  when  he  signed  himself  pre- 
sident of  an  amalgamated  venture  that 
has  proven  wonderfully  successful.  His 
old  stockholders,  clipping  fatter  coupons 
than   they  had   thought  possible,   to-day 

regard  C as  the  marvel  of  the  steel 

age.  But  if  he  had  lacked  an  ounce  of 
his  "driving  power,"  they  would  have 
dragged  him  down  to  small  dividend- 
making  mediocrity. 

TI  CAN  be  laid  down  as  a  rule  that  Can- 
•'■  ada's  captains  of  industry  are  men 
with  rare  vision  and  great  driving  force. 
In  those  respects  they  are  all  alike;  in 
other  matters,  of  course,  they  differ 
widely.  Some  are  quiet  and  unobtru- 
sive, others  are  always  in  the  limelight. 
Some  believe  in  sedulous  attention  to  de- 
tail, others  are  not  often  at  their  offices. 
Some  are  cool,  unemotional,  others  ex- 
citable and  nervous;  some  are  genial, 
others  gruff. 

Behind  the  peculiarities  and  variations 
of  personality,  again  are  found  certain 
qualities,  however,  which  are  necessary 
for  success.  The  president  of  the  largest 
publishing  house  in  Canada  spends  long 
hours  at  his  desk,  reading  reports,  sign- 
ing vouchers,  attending  conferences,  im- 
mersing himself  in  the  multifarious  in- 
terests of  the  business.  The  head  of  one 
of  the  large  steel  concerns  keeps  com- 
paratively short  hours  at  the  office  and 
sees  few  people.  Nevertheless,  he  keeps 
very  closely  in  touch  with  results,  leaving 
methods  to  his  department  managers. 
The  result  in  both  cases  is  practically  the 
same,  however.  Both  men  keep  their 
fingers  on  the  pulse  of  the  business,  the 
one  by  infusing  his  personality  into  it,  the 
other  through  his  department  heads. 
Both   are  thorough   in   their  way. 

It  is  probable  that  there  are  more  suc- 
cessful men  in  Canada  who  follow  the 
first  method  than  the  second.  The  diffi- 
culties that  accompany  growth  are  such 
that  the  active  touch  of  the  guiding  hand 
ip  needed.  Certainly  no  concern  has  pros- 
pered and  expanded  in  Canada  where  the 
head  did  not  keep  in  touch  with  its  affairs. 
Thoroughness  has  been,  and  still  is,  an 
absolute  essential. 

TT  is  sometimes  averred  that  Canadian 
*■  business  men  are  too  unapproachable, 
that  they  barricade  themselves  behind 
closed  doors  and  have  at  least  one  watch- 
ful Cerberus  to  fend  off  the  obtrusive 
vi.<?itor.  It  may  be  that  the  necessity  for 
concentration  on  the  problems  of  success- 
ful expansion  in  a  country  on  the  flank 
of  such  a  powerful  and  ambitious  com- 
mercial rival  as  the  United   States  does 


not  permit  our  industrial  heads  to  give 
much  time  to  visitors.  There  are  excep- 
tions, of  course.  One  of  the  best  known 
of  Canadian  industrial  captains,  a  knight, 
a  hobbyist,  and  a  plunger  all  in  one,  main- 
tains an  open  and  amiable  front,  is  on 
easy  terms  with  his  associates  and  calls 
members  of  his  sales  force  by  their  first 
names.  Most  of  the  "big  fellows,"  the 
opinion  quoted  to  the  contrary,  are  quite 
accessible  when  the  occasion  warrants, 
are  quite  lacking  in  ostentation  and  are 
less  mandatory  and  brusque  than  most 
men  in  minor  positions.  It  is  noteworthy, 
in  fact,  that  "side"  and  success  seldom 
go  together.  It  is  a  fact  that  the  big  man 
can  always  be  reached  provided  that  it 
can  be  shown  that  the  matter  in  hand 
warrants  it — no  fuss,  or  feathers,  no 
pomp. 

This,  then,  is  another  quality  that  the 
big  men  have  in  common,  an  unsullied 
viewpoint,  a  sense  of  fairness  and  per- 
spective untouched  by  success. 


TT*  INALLY,  and  most  important  of  all, 
-*■  our  industrial  giants  are  men  of  rec- 
titude. Their  tastes  and  habits  are,  in  a 
more  or  less  degree.  Spartan-like  and 
rigid.  It  can  be  stated  as  a  fact  that  the 
prohibition  movement  has  the  hearty  en- 
dorsation  of  practically  all  manufac- 
turers; for,  personal  views  aside,  they 
realize  that  abstinence  means  more  effici- 
ency on  the  part  of  their  employees.  The 
same  principle  definitely  lines  them  up  on 
the  side  of  right  living  in  every  essential. 
Good  business  can  only  be  done  with  good 
living  back  of  it.  A  man  with  the  bur- 
dens and  responsibilities  of  a  big  plant 
needs  to  be  able  to  think  clear;  and  clear 
thinking  seldom  goes  with  excesses  of  any 
kind. 

It  is  possible  to  pick  out  a  number  of 
men  from  the  list  of  notable  successes 
who  lead  more  or  less  dissipated  lives, 
who  seek  their  relaxation  amid  the  bright 
lights  and  rally  round  the  flagon  on  every 
occasion ;  but  for  every  one  such  it  is  pos- 
sible to  point  to  a  dozen  who  keep  regu- 
lar hours,  drink  seldom,  if  at  all,  and  eat 
sparingly.  Many,  in  fact,  keep  them- 
selves as  rigidly  in  training  for  business 
as  the  athlete  does  for  his  track  work  and 
the  pugilist  for  his  next  bout.  They  have 
to;  for  the  outstanding  success  in  busi- 
ne.'fs  must  be  sound  physically  and  pos- 
sess well  trained  powers  of  endurance. 

What  has  been  said  has  been  applied 
directly  to  the  biggest  men  in  Canadian 
industry.  It  is  true  also,  however,  of  the 
great  mass  of  busines  men  from  amongst 
whom  will  rise  the  coming  giants  of  Cana- 
dian industry.  The  eyes  of  the  man  in 
business  must  be  fixed  on  those  who  oc- 
cupy the  topmost  rungs,  for  it  is  by 
modeling  himself  on  them  that  he  will 
be  able  to  climb  to  eminence  beside  them. 


A  SERIAL  BY  SIR  GILBERT  PARKER 

In  the  next  issue  a  splendid  new  serial  story  by  Sir  Gilbert  Parker  will  start.  It  is  a  typical  Parker  story,  laid  in 
his  familiar  Askatoon  and  bringing  in  the  Young  Doctor,  FatLer  Roche,  the  MacMahon's  and  other  familiar  Askatoon 
characters.    Watch  for  the  next  number. 


Abdul  Aziz  Has  His 


The  Adventures  of  a  Canadian  Professor 
in  the  Yildiz  Kiosk 

By  Stephen  Leacock 

Author  of  "Sunshine  Sketches  of  a  Small 

Town,"  "Literary  Lapses,"  etc. 

Illustrated  by  C.  W.  Jefferys 


(t  ^^  OME,  come,  Abdul,"  I  said,  put- 
1  ting  my  hand,  not  unkindly  on 

V^    his  shoulder,  "tell  me  all  about 

it." 
But  he  only  broke  out  into   renewed 
sobbing. 

"There,  there,"  I  said,  sooth- 
ingly.   "Don't  cry,  Abdul.  Look! 
Here's    a    lovely    narghileh    for 
you  to  smoke,  with  a  gold  mouth- 
piece.    See!     Wouldn't  you  like 
a  little  latakia,  eh!     And  here's 
a  little  toy  Armenian — look!  See 
his  head  comes  off,  snick!  There, 
it's  on   again,  snick!     Now  it's 
off!    Look,  Abdul!" 
But  still  he  sobbed. 
His  fez  had  fallen  over  his  ears  and  his 
face  was  all  smudged  with  tears. 
It  seemed  impossible  to  stop  him. 
I  looked  about  in  vain  from  the  little 
alcove   of  the  hall   of  the   Yildiz  Kiosk 
where  we  were  sitting  on  a  Persian  bench 
under  a  lemon  tree.     There  was  no  one 
in  sight.   I  hardly  knew  what  to  do. 

In  the  Yildiz  Kiosk— I  think  that  was 
the  name  of  the  place — I  scarcely  as  yet 
knew  my  way  about.    In  fact,  I  had  only 
been  in  it  a  few  hours.    I  had  come  there 
— as   I    should   have   explained   in    com- 
mencing— in  order  to  try  to  pick  up  infor- 
mation as  to  the  exact  condition  of  things 
in  Turkey.     For  this  purpose  I  had  as- 
sumed the  character  and  disguise  of  an 
English  governess.     I  had  long  since  re- 
marked   that    an    English    governess    is 
able  to  go  anywhere,  see  everything,  pene- 
trate the  interior  of  any  royal  palace  and 
move  to  and  fro  as  she  pleases  without 
hindrance  and  without  insult.    No  barrier 
can  stop  her.    Every  royal  court,  however 
splendid  or  however  exclusive,  is  glad  to 
\  get  her.    She  dines  with  the  King  or  the 
'    Emperor  as  a  matter  of  course.   All  state 
secrets  are  freely  confided  to  her  and  all 
military  plans  are  submitted  to  her  judg- 
ment.    Then,  after  a  three  weeks'  resi- 
dence, she  leaves  the  court  and  writes  a 
book  of  disclosures. 

This  was  now  my  plan. 
And  up  to  the  moment  of  which  I  speak, 
it  had  worked  perfectly. 

T  HAD  found  my  way  through  Turkey 
-'■  to  the  royal  capital  without  difficulty. 
The  poke  bonnet,  the  spectacles  and  the 
long  black  dress  which  I  had  assumed 
had  proved  an  ample  protection.  None 
of  the  rude  Turkish  soldiers  among  whom 
I  had  passed  had  offered  to  lay  a  hand  on 


None  of  the  rude  Turk- 
ish soldiers  had  offered 
to   lay   a   hand   on 


me.  This 
tribute  I  am 
compelled  to 
pay  to  the 
splendid 
morality  of 
the  Turks. 
They  wouldn't  touch  me. 

Access  to  the  Yildiz  Kiosk  and  to  the 
Sultan  had  proved  equally  easy.  I  had 
merely  to  obtain  an  interview  with  Cod- 
fish Pasha,  the  Secretary  of  War,  whom 
I  found  a  charming  man  of  great  intel- 
ligence, a  master  of  three  or  four 
languages  (as  he  himself  informed  me) 
and  able  to  count  up  to  seventeen. 

"You  wish,"  he  said,  "to  be  appointed 
as  English,  or  rather  Canadian  govern- 
ess to  the  Sultan?" 

"Yes,"  I  answered. 

"And  your  object?" 

"I  propose  to  write  a  book  of  dis- 
closures." 

"Excellent,"  said  Codfish. 

An  hour  later  I  found  myself,  as  I  have 
said,  in  a  fiagstoned  hall  of  the  Yildiz 
Kiosk,  with  the  task  of  amusing  and  en- 
tertaining the  Sultan. 

Of  the  difficulty  of  this  task  I  had 
formed  no  conception.  Here  I  was 
at  the  outset,  with  the  unhappy  Abdul 


bent  and  broken  with  sobs  which  I  found 
no  power  to  check  or  control. 

Naturally,  therefore,  I  found  myself  at 
a  loss.  The  little  man  as  he  sat  on  his 
cushions,  in  his  queer  costume  and  his 
long  slippers,  with  his  fez  fallen  over  his 
lemon  colored  face,  presented  such  a 
pathetic  object  that  I  could  not  find  the 
heart  to  be  stern  with  him. 

"Come,  now,  Abdul,"  I  said,  "Be  good!" 
He  paused  a  moment  in  his  crying: 
"Why  do  you  call  me,  Abdul?"  he  ask- 
ed.   "That  isn't  my  name." 

"Isn't  it?"  I  said.  "I  thought  all  you 
Sultans  were  called  Abdul.  Isn't  the  Sul- 
tan's name  always  Abdul?" 

"Mine  isn't,"  he  whimpered,  "but  it 
doesn't  matter."  And  his  face  began  to- 
crinkle  up  with  renewed  weeping.  "Call 
me  anything  you  like.  It  doesn't  matter. 
Anyway  I'd  rather  be  called  Abdul  than 
be  called  a  W-W-War  Lord  and  a  G-G- 
General  when  they  wont  let  me  have  any 
say  at  all " 


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"Majestat! 
he      said. 
"Salaam! 
kiss     t  h 
floor     a 
your    feet. 


shouldn't  it?"  said  the  Sultan,  regaining 
himself  a  little.  "Isn't  prayer  helpful,  eh? 
Give  me  a  smoke?" 

I  filled  his  narghileh  for  him,  and  he 
began  to  suck  blue  smoke  out  of  it  with  a 
certain  contentment,  while  the  rose  water 
bubbled  in  the  bowl  below. 

"Now,  Abdul,"  I  said,  as  I  straighten- 
ed up  his  cushions  and  made  him  a  little 
more  comfortable,  "\vh?t  is  it?  What  is 
the  matter?" 


And  with  that  the  little  Sultan  burst 
into  unrestrained  crying. 

"Abdul,"  I  said  firmly,  "if  you  don't 
stop  crying  I'll  go  and  fetch  one  of  the 
Bashi  Bazooka  to  take  you  away." 

The  little  Sultan  found  his  voice  again. 
"There  aren't  any  Bub-bub-bashi  bazooks 
left,"  he  sobbed. 

"None  left?"  I  exclaimed.  "Where  are 
they  gone?" 

"They've  t-t-taken  them  all  aw-w- 
way — " 

"Who  have?" 

"The  G-G-G-Germans,"  sobbed  Abdul. 
"And  they've  sent  them  all  to  P-P-P- 
Poland." 

"Come,  come,  Abdul,"  I  said,  straight- 
ening him  up  a  little  as  he  sat.  "Brace  up! 
Be  a  Turk!  Be  a  Mohammedan!  Don't 
act  like  a  Christian." 

'TpHIS  seemed  to  touch  his  pride.  He 
■*•  made  a  great  effort  to  be  calm.  I  could 
hear  him  muttering  to  himself:  "Allah, 
Illallah,  Mahommed  rasoul  Allah!"  He 
said  this  over  a  good  many  times,  while 
I  took  advantage  of  the  pause  to  get  his 
fez  a  little  straighter  and  wipe  his  face. 

"How  many  times  have  I  said  it?"  he 
asked  presently. 

"Twenty." 

"Twenty?    That  ought   to  be   enough. 


"Why,"  he  answered,  "they've  all  g-g- 
gone— " 

"Now,  don't  cry!     Tell  me  properly." 

"They've  all  gone  b-b-back  on  me !  Boo ! 
hoo!" 

"Who  have?  Who've  gone  back  on 
you?" 

"Why,  everybody.  The  English  and 
the  French  and  everybody." 

"What  do  you  mean?"  I  asked  with  in- 
creasing interest.  "Tell  me  exactly  what 
you  mean.  Whatever  you  say  I  will  hold 
sacred,  of  course." 

I  saw  my  way  already  to  a  volume  of 
interesting  disclosures. 

"They  used  to  treat  me  so  differently," 
Abdul  went  on,  and  his  sobbing  ceased  as 
he  continued.  "They  used  to  call  me  the 
Bully  Boy  of  the  Bosphorus.  They  said  I 
was  the  Guardian  of  the  Golden  Gate. 
They  used  to  let  me  kill  all  the  Armenians 
I  liked,  and  nobody  was  allowed  to  collect 
debts  from  me  and  every  now  and  then 
they  used  to  send  me  the  nicest  ultima- 
tums— Oh!  you  don't  know,"  he  broke 
off,  "how  nice  it  used  to  be  here  in  the 
Yildiz  in  the  old  days!  We  used  to  all 
sit  round  here,  in  this  very  hall,  me  and 
the  Diplomats— and  play  games,  such  as 
'Ultimatum,  ultimatum,  who's  got  the 
Ultimatum.'  Oh,  say,  it  was  so  nice  and 
peaceful !    And  we  used  to  have  big  din- 


ners and  conferences,  especially  after  the 
military  manoeuvres  and  the  autumn 
ma.ssacres  —  me  and  the  diplomats  all 
with  stars  and  orders,  and  me  in  my  white 
fez  with  a  copper"  tassel — and  hold  dis- 
cussions about  how  to  reform  Mace- 
donia," 

"But  you  spoilt  it  all,  Abdul,"  I  pro- 
tested. 

"I  didn't,  I  didn't!"  he  exclaimed  al- 
most angrily.  "I'd  have  gone  on  for  ever. 
It  was  all  so  nice.  They  used  to  present 
me — the  diplomats  did— with  what  they 
called  their  Minimum,  and  then  we  (I 
mean  Codfish  Pasha  and  me)  had  to  draft 
in  return  our  Maximum  —  see?  —  and 
then  we  all  had  to  get  together  again  and 
frame  a  status  quo. 

"But  that  couldn't  go  on  for  ever,"  I 
urged. 

"Why  not,"  said  Abdul.  "It  was  a  great 
system.  We  invented  it,  but  everybody 
was  beginning  to  copy  it.  In  fact,  we 
were  leading  the  world,  before  all  this 
trouble  came.  Didn't  you  have  anything 
of  our  system  in  your  country — what  do 
you  call  it — in  Canada?" 

««  yES,"  I  admitted,  "now  that  I 
come  to  think  of  it,  we  were  get- 
ting into  it.  But  the  war  has  changed  it 
all—" 

"Exactly,"  said  Abdul,  "there  you  are! 
All  changed!  The  good  old  days,  gone 
forever!" 

"But  surely,"  I  said,  "you  still  have 
friends — the  Bulgarians." 

The  Sultan's  little  black  eyes  flashed 
with  anger  as  he  withdrew  his  pipe  a  mo- 
ment from  his  mouth. 

"The  low  scoundrels!"  he  said  between 
his  teeth.    "The  traitors!" 

"Why,  they're  your  Allies!" 

"Yes,  Allah  destroy  them!  They  are. 
They've  come  over  to  our  side.  After 
centuries  of  fighting  they  refuse  to  play 
fair  any  longer.  They're  on  our  side!  Who 
ever  heard  of  such  a  thing.  Bah !  But, 
of  course,"  he  added  more  quietly,  "we 
shall  massacre  them  just  the  same.  We 
shall  insist,  in  the  terms  of  peace,  on  re- 
taining our  rights  of  massacre.  But  then, 
of  course,  all  the  nations  will." 

"But  you  have  the  Germans" — I  began. 

"Hush,  hush,"  said  Abdul,  laying  his 
hand  on  my  arm,  "some  one  might  hear." 

"You  have  the  Germans,"  I  repeated. 

"The  Germans,"  said  Abdul,  and  hi& 
voice  sounded  in  a  queer  sing-song  like 
that  of  a  child  repeating  a  lesson,  "the 
Germans  are  my  noble  friends,  the  Ger- 
mans are  my  powerful  allies,  the  Kaiser 
is  my  good  brother,  the  Reichstag  is  my 
foster  sister;  I  love  the  Germans;  I  hate 
the  English;  I  love  the  Kaiser;  the  Kaiser 
loves  me — " 

"Stop,  stop,  Abdul,"  I  said,  "Who 
taught  you  all  that?" 

Abdul  looked  cautiously  around. 

"They  did,"  he  said  in  a  whisper. 
"There's  a  lot  more  of  it.  Would  you  like 
me  to  recite  some  more.  Or,  no,  no,  no, 
what's  the  good !  I've  no  heart  for  re- 
citing any  longer."  And  at  this  Abdul  fell 
to  weeping  again. 

"But  Abdul,"  I  said,  "I  don't  under- 
stand. Why  are  you  so  distressed  just 
now.    All  this  has  been  going  on  for  over 


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21 


two  yeara.  Why  are  you  so  worried  just 
now?" 

"Oh,"  exclaimed  the  little  Sultan  in 
surprise,  "you  haven't  heard !  I  see  — 
you've  only  just  arrived.  Why,  to-day  is 
the  last  day.    After  to-day  it  is  all  over." 

"Last  day  for  what?"  I  asked. 

"For  intervention.  For  the  interven- 
tion of  the  United  States.  The  only  thing 
that  can  save  us.  It  was  to  have  come  to- 
day, by  the  end  of  this  full  moon — our 
astrologers  had  predicted  it  —  Smith 
Pasha,  Minister  under  Heaven  of  the 
United  States,  had  promised  to  send  it  to 
us  at  the  earliest  moment.  How  do  they 
send  it,  do  you  know,  in  a  box,  or  in  a 
paper?" 

"Stop,"  I  said  as  my  ear  caught  the 
sound  of  footsteps.  "There's  someone 
coming  now." 

The  sound  of  slippered  feet  was  dis- 
tinctly heard  on  the  stones  in  the  outer 
corridor. 

Abdul  listened  intently  a  moment. 

"I  know  his  slippers,"  he  said. 

"Who  is  it?" 

"It  is  my  chief  secretary,  Toomuch 
Koffi.    Yes,  here  he  comes." 

A  S  the  Sultan  spoke  the  doors  swung 
^^-  open  and  there  entered  an  aged 
Turk,  in  a  flowing  gown  and  colored  tur- 
ban, with  a  melancholy  yellow  face,  and 
a  long  white  beard  that  swept  to  his 
girdle. 

"Who  do  you  say  he  is?"  I  whispered  to 
Abdul. 

"My  chief  secretary,"  he  whispered 
back.    "Toomuch  Koffi." 

"He  looks  like  it,"  I  murmured. 
Meantime,  Toomuch  Koffi  had  advanced 
a  little  further  across  the  broad  flag- 
stones of  the  hall  where  we  were  sitting. 
With  hands  lifted  he  salaamed  four  times, 
east,  west,  north,  and  south. 

"What  does  that  mean?"  I  whispered. 
"It  means,"  said  the  Sultan,  with 
visible  agitation,  "that  he  has  a  communi- 
cation of  the  greatest  importance  and 
urgency,  which  will  not  brook  a  mo- 
ment's delay." 

"Well,  then,  why  doesn't  he  get  a  move 
on?"  I  whispered. 
"Hush,"  said  Abdul. 
Toomuch  Koffi  now  straightened  him- 
self from  his  last  salaam  and  spoke: 
"Allah  is  great!"  he  said. 
"And   Mohammed   is  his   prophet,"   re- 
joined the  Sultan. 

"Allah  protect  you!  And  make  your 
face  shine,"  said  Toomuch. 

"Allah  lengthen  your  beard,"  said  the 
Sultan;  and  he  added  aside  to  me  in 
English,  which  Toomuch  Koffi  evidently 
did  not  understand,  "I'm  all  eagerness  to 
know  what  it  is — it's  something  big,  for 
sure."  The  little  man  was  quite  quiver- 
ing with  excitement,  as  he  spoke.  "Do 
you  know  what  I  think  it  is?  I  think  it 
must  be  the  American  Intervention.  The 
United  States  is  going  to  intervene.  Eh? 
What?  Don't  you  think  so?" 
"Then  hurry  him  up,"  I  urged. 
"I  can't,"  said  Abdul.  "It  is  impossible 
in  Turkey  to  do  business  like  that.  He 
must  have  some  coffee  first  and  then  he 
must  pray  and  then  there  must  be  an 
interchange  of  presents." 


I   groaned,   for   I   was  getting  as  im- 
patient as  Abdul  himself. 

"Do  you  not  do  public  business  like  that 
in  Canada?"  the  Sultan  continued. 

"We  used  to.  But  we  have  got  over  it," 
I  said. 

■jy/TE  AN  WHILE  a  slippered  attendant 
^^^  had  entered  and  placed  a  cushion 
for  the  Secretary,  and  in  front  of  it  a 
little  Persian  stool  on  which  he  put  a 
quaint  cup  filled  with  coffee  black  as  ink. 

A  similar  cup  was  placed  before  the 
Sultan. 

"Drink!"   said   Abdul. 

"Not  first,  until  the  lips  of  the  Com- 
mander of  the  Faithful " 

"He  means  'after  you,'  "  I  said.  "Hurry 
up,  Abdul." 

Abdul  took  a  sip.  "Allah  is  grood,"  he 
said. 

"And  all  things  are  of  Allah,"  rejoined 
Toomuch. 

Abdul  unpinned  a  glittering  jewel  from 
his  robe  and  threw  it  to  the  feet  of  Too- 
much:  "Take  this  poor  bauble,"  he  r.a\d. 

Toomuch  Koffi  in  return  took  from  his 
wrist  a  solid  bangle  of  beaten  gold.  "Ac- 
cept this  mean  gift  from  your  humble 
servant,"  he  said. 

"Right!"  said  Abdul,  speaking  in  a 
changed  voice  as  the  ceremonies  ended. 
"Now,  then,  Toomuch,  what  is  it?  Hurry 
up.    Be  quick,  what  is  the  matter?" 

Toomuch  rose  to  his  feet,  lifted  his 
hands  high  in  the  air  with  palms  facing 
the  Sultan. 

"One  is  without,"  he  said. 

"Without  what?"  I  asked,  eagerly,  of 
the  Sultan. 

"Without  —  outside,  don't  you  under- 
stand Turkish?  What  you  call  in  Eng- 
lish— a  gentleman  t^o  see  me." 

"And  did  he  make  all  that  fuss  and 
delay  over  that?"  I  asked  in  disgust. 
"Why  with  us  in  Canada  at  one  of  the 
public  departments  at  Ottawa  all  that 
one  would  have  to  do  would  be  to  send 
in  a  card,  get  it  certified,  wait  in  an 
anteroom,  read  a  newspaper,  send  in  an- 
other card,  wait  a  little,  send  in  a  third, 
and   then " 

"Pshaw!"  said  Abdul.  "The  cards 
might  be  poisoned.  Our  system  is  best. 
Speak  on,  Toomuch.  Who  is  without? 
Is  it  perchance  a  messenger  from  Smith 
Pasha,  Minister  under  Heaven  of  the 
United  States?" 

"Alas,  no!"  said  Toomuch.  "It  is  HE. 
It  is  THE  LARGE  ONE!" 

As  he  spoke  he  rolled  his  eyes  upward 
with  a  gesture  of  despair. 

"HE!"  cried  Abdul,  and  a  look  of  ter- 
ror convulsed  his  face.  "The  Large  One! 
Shut  him  out!  Call  the  Chief  Eunuch 
arid  the  Major  Domo  of  the  Harem!  Let 
him  not  in !" 

"Alas,"  said  Toomuch.  "He  threw 
them  out  of  the  window.  Lo!  He  is 
here.    He  enters." 

A  S  the  Secretary  spoke  a  double  door 
■^*-  at  the  end  of  the  hall  swung  noisily 
open,  at  the  blow  of  an  imperious  fist 
and,  with  a  rattle  of  arms  and  accoutre- 
emnts,  a  man  of  gigantic  stature,  wearing 
full  military  uniform  and  a  spiked  helmet, 
strode  into  the  room. 

As  he  entered,  an  attendant,  also  with 


a  uniform  and  a  spiked  helmet,  who  ac- 
companied him,  called  in  a  loud  strident 
voice  that  resounded  to  the  arches  of  the 
hall. 

"His  High  Excellenz  Feld  Marechal 
von  der  Doppelbauch,  Spezial  Represen- 
tjit  of  His  Majestiit  William  II.,  Deut- 
schen  Kaiser  and  King  of  England!" 

Abdul  collapsed  into  a  little  heap.  His 
fez  fell  over  his  face.  Toomuch  Koffi  had 
slunk  into  a  corner. 

Von  der  Doppelbauch  strode  noisily  for- 
ward and  came  to  a  stand  in  front  of 
Abdul  with  a  click  and  rattle  after  the 
Prussian  fashion. 

"Majestat,"  he  said  in  a  deep  thunder- 
ous voice.  "I  greet  you.  I  bow  low  before 
you.  Salaam!  I  kiss  the  floor  at  your 
feet." 

DUT  in  reality  he  did  nothing  of  the 
'-'  sort.  He  stood  to  the  full  height  of 
his  six  feet  six  and  glowered  about  him. 

"Salaam!"  said  Abdul,  in  a  feeble 
voice. 

"But  who  is  this?"  added  the  Feld 
Marechal,  looking  angrily  at  me.  My 
costume,  or  rather  my  disguise,  for,  as  I 
have  said,  I  was  wearing  a  poke  bonnet 
with  a  plain  black  dress — seemed  to  puz- 
zle him. 

"My  new  governess,"  said  Abdul.  "She 
came   this  morning.      She    is   a    profes- 


"Bah!"  said  the  Feld  Marechal.  "A 
tvoman  a  professor!     Bah!" 

"No,  no,"  said  Abdul  in  protest,  and  it 
seemed  decent  of  the  little  creature  to 
stick  up  for  me.  "She's  all  right.  She 
is  interesting  and  knows  a  great  deal. 
She's  from  Canada!" 

"What!"  exclaimed  von  der  Doppel- 
bauch. "From  Canada!  But  stop!  It 
seems  to  me  that  Canada  is  a  country  that 
we  are  at  war  wath.  Let  me  think,  Can- 
ada? I  must  look  at  my  list."  He  pulled 
out  a  little  set  of  tablets  as  he  spcke. 
"Let  me  see — Britain,  Great  Britain,  Bri- 
tish North  America,  British  Guiana,  Bri- 
tish Algeria — Ha!  Of  course,  under  "K" 
— Kandahar,  Korfu — no,  I  don't  seem  to 
see  it.  Fritz,"  he  called  to  the  aide  de 
camp  who  had  announced  him.  "Tele- 
graph at  once  to  the  Topographical  Staff 
at  Berlin  and  find  out  if  we  are  at  war 
with  Canada.  If  we. are" — he  pointed  at 
me — "throw  her  into  the  Bosphorus.  If 
we  are  not,  treat  her  with  every  consider- 
ation, with  every  distinguished  consider- 
ation. But  see  that  she  doesn't  get  away. 
Keep  her  tight,  till  we  are  at  war  with 
Canada,  as  no  doubt  we  shall  be,  wherever 
it  is,  and  then  throw  her  into  the  Bos- 
phorus." 

The  aide  clicked  his  heels  and  with- 
drew. 

"And  now,  your  Majesty,  now,"  con- 
tinued the  Field  Marshall  turning  abrupt- 
ly to  the  Sultan.  "I  bring  you  good 
news." 

"More  good  news,"  groaned  Abdul  mis- 
erably, winding  his  clasped  fingers  too 
and  fro.    "Alas!     Good  news  again!" 

"First,"  said  von  der  Doppelbauch,  "the 
Kaiser  has  raised  you  to  the  order  of  the 
Black  Cock.    Here  is  your  feather." 

"Another  feather,"  moaned  Abdul. 
"Here!  Toomuch,  take  it  and  put  it  among 
the  feathers!" 

"Secondly,"  went  on  the  Field  Marshall, 


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MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


"Notify  Fati- 
rna  and  Fal- 
loola.  These 
two  alone  shall 
go.  Two  wives, 
understand, 
the    limit!" 


checking  off  his  items  as  he  spoke.  "Your 
contribution,  your  personal  contribution, 
to  His  Majesty's  Twenty-third  Imperial 
Loan  is  accepted." 

"I  didn't  make  any!"  gobbed  Abdul. 

"No  difference,"  said  von  der  Doppel- 
bauch.  "It  is  accepted  anyway.  The 
telegram  has  just  arrived  accepting  all 
your  money.  My  assistants  are  packing 
it  outside." 

A  BDUL  collapsed  still  further  into  his 
-^*-   cushions. 

"Third — and  this  will  rejoice  your  Ma- 
jesty's heart.  Your  troops  are  again  vic- 
torious!" 

"Victorious!"  moaned  Abdul.  "Vic- 
torious again!  I  knew  they  would  be! 
I  suppose  they  are  all  dead  as  usual?" 

"They  are,"  said  the  Marshall.  "Their 
souls,"  he  added  reverently  with  a  mili- 
tary salute,  "are  in  Heaven!" 

"No,  no,"  gasped  Abdul,  "not  in  Hea- 
ven! Don't  say  that!  Not  in  Heaven! 
Say  that  they  are  in  Nirhvana,  our  Tur- 
Icish  paradise!" 

"I  am  sorry,"  said  the  Field  Marshall, 
gravely.  "This  is  a  Christian  war.  The 
Kaiser  has  insisted  on  their  going  to 
Heaven." 

The  Sultan  bowed  his  head.  "Ishmil- 
lah!"  he  murmured.  "It  is  the  will  of 
Allah." 

"But  they  did  not  die  without  glory," 
-went  on  the  Field  Marshall.    "Their  vic- 


tory was  complete.     Set  it  out  to  your- 

ae\f "     And   here   his  eyes   glittered 

with  soldierly  passion.  "There  stood  your 
troops — ten  thousand!  In  front  of  them 
the  Russians — a  hundred  thousand.  What 
did  your  men  do?  Did  they  pause?  No, 
they  charged !" 

"They  charged!"  cried  the  Sultan  in 
misery.  "Don't  say  that!  Have  they 
charged  again!  Just  Allah!"  he  added, 
turning  to  Toomuch.  "They  have  charged 
again!  And  we  must  pay,  we  shall  have 
to  pay — we  always  do  when  they  charge 
— Alas,  alas,  they  have  charged  again. 
Everything  is  charged!" 

"But  how  nobly,"  rejoined  the  Prus- 
sian. "Imagine  it  to  yourself!  Here,  be- 
side this  stool,  let  us  say,  were  your  men. 
There,  across  the  cushion  were  the  Rus- 
sians. All  the  ground  between  was  mined. 
We  knew  it.  Our  soldiers  knew  it.  Even 
our  staff  knew  it.  Even  Prinz  Rattel- 
witz  Halfstuff,  our  commander,  knew  it. 
But  your  soldiers  did  not.  What  did  our 
Prinz  do?  The  Prinz  called  for  volun- 
teers to  charge  over  the  ground.  There 
was  a  great  shout — from  our  men,  our 
German  regiments.  Hecalled  again.  There 
was  another  shout.  He  called  still  again. 
There  was  a  third  shout.  Think  of  it! 
And  again  Prinz  Halfstuff  called  and 
again  they  shouted." 

"Who  shouted?"  asked  the  Sultan, 
gloomily. 

"Our  men,  our  Germans." 


"Did  my  Turks  shout?"  asked  Abdul. 

"They  did  not.  They  were  too  busy 
tightening  their  belts  and  fixing  their 
bayonets.  But  our  generous  fellows 
shouted  for  them.  Then  Prinz  Halfstuff 
called  out,  'The  place  of  honor  is  for  our 
Turkish  brothers.  Let  them  charge!' 
And  all  our  men  shouted  again." 

"And  they  charged?" 

"They  did — and  were  all  gloriously 
blown  up.  A  magnific<3nt  victory.  The 
blowing  up  of  the  mines  blocked  all  the 
ground,  checked  the  Russians  and  enabled 
our  men — by  a  pre-arranged  rush — to  ad- 
vance backwards  —  taking  up  a  new 
strategic " 

"Yes,  yes,"  said  Abdul.  "I  know — I 
have  read  of  it,  alas!  only  too  often. 
And  they  are  dead !  Toomuch,"  he  added, 
quietly,  drawing  a  little  pouch  from  his 
girdle.  "Take  this  pouch  of  rubies  and 
give  them  to  the  wives  of  the  dead  gen- 
eral of  our  division — one  to  each.  He 
had,  I  think,  but  seventeen.  Allah  give 
him    peace." 

"Stop,"  said  von  der  Doppelbauch,  "I 
will  take  the  rubies.  I  myself  will  charge 
myself  with  the  task  and  will  myself  see 
that  I  do  it  myself.    Give  me  them." 

"Be  it  so,  Toomuch,"  assented  the  Sul- 
tan humbly.     "Give  them  to  him." 

"  A  ND  now,"  continued  the  Field  Mar- 

•'^  shall,  "there  is  yet  one  other  thing 
further  still  more."  He  drew  a  roll  of 
paper  from  his  pocket.  "Toomuch,"  he 
said,  "bring  me  yonder  little  table,  with 
ink,  quills  and  sand.  I  have  here  a  mani- 
festo for  His  Majesty  to  sign." 

"No,  no,"  cried  Abdul  in  renewed 
alarm.  "Not  another  manifesto.  Not 
that!    I  signed  one  only  last  week." 

"This  is  a  new  one,"  said  the  Field  Mar- 
shall, as  he  lifted  the  table  that  Toomuch 
had  brought,  into  place  in  front  of  the 
Sultan,  and  spread  out  the  papers  on  it. 
"This  is  a  better  one.  This  is  the  best 
yet." 

"What  does  it  say?"  said  Abdul,  peer- 
ing at  it  miserably.  "I  can't  read  it.  It's 
not  in  Turkish." 

"It  is  your  last  word  of  proud  defiance 
to  all  your  enemies,"  said  the  Marshall. 

"No,  no,"  whined  Abdul.  "Not  defiance. 
They  might  not  understand." 

"Here  you  declare,"  went  on  the  Field 
Marshall,  with  his  big  finger  on  the  text, 
"your  irrevocable  purpose.  You  swear 
that  rather  than  submit  you  will  hurl 
yourself  into  the  Bosphorus." 

"Where  does  it  say  that?"  screamed 
Abdul. 

"Here  beside  my  thumb." 

"I  can't  do  it,  I  can't  do  it,"  moaned 
the  little  Sultan. 

"More  than  that,  further,"  went  on  the 
Prussian,  quite  undisturbed.  "You  state 
hereby  your  fixed  resolve,  rather  than 
give  in,  to  cast  yourself  from  the  highest 
pinnacle  of  the  topmost  minaret  of  this 
palace." 

"Oh,  not  the  highest,  don't  make  it  the 
highest,"  moaned  Abdul. 

"Your  purpose  is  fixed.  Nothing  can 
alter  it.  Unless  the  Allied  Powers  with- 
draw from  their  advance  on  Constanti- 
Continued  on  page  77. 


The  Pride  of  Pauline 

By  Sir  Gilbert  Parker 

Author  of  "The  Right  of  Way,"  "The  Weavers,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  N.  C.  Wyeth 


JLJ  I' 


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UT  I'm  white;  I'm  not  an  Indian, 
My  father  was  a  white  man. 
I've  been  brought  up  as  a  white 
girl.     I've  had  a  white  girl's  schooling." 

Her  eyes  flashed  as  she  sprang  to  her 
feet  and  walked  up  and  down  the  room 
for  a  moment,  then  stood  srtill,  facing  her 
mother — a  dark-faced,  pock-marked  wo- 
man, with  heavy,  somnolent  eyes — and 
waited  for  her  to  speak.  The  reply  came 
slowly  and  sullenly-: 

"I  am  a  Blackfoot  woman.  I  lived  on 
the  Muskwat  River  among  the  braves  for 
thirty  years.  I  have  killed  buffalo.  I 
have'seen  battles.  Men,  too,  I  have  killed 
when  they  came  to  steal  our  horses  and 
stole  in  on  our  lodges  in  the  night — the 
Crees!  I  am  a  Blackfoot.  You  are  the 
daughter  of  a  Blackfoot  woman.  No 
medicine  can  cure  that.  Sit  down.  You 
have  no  sense.  You  are  not  white.  They 
will  not  have  you.    Sit  down." 

The  girl's  handsome  face  flushed;  she 
threw  up  her  hands  in  an  agony  of  pro- 
test. A  dreadful  anger  was  in  her  panting 
breast,  but  she  could  not  speak.  She 
seemed  to  choke  with  excess  of  feeling. 
For  an  instant  she  stood  still,  trembling 
with  agitation,  then  she  sat  down  sud- 
denly on  a  great  couch  covered  with  soft 
deerskins  and  buflfalo  robes.  The  habit 
of  obedience  to  this  somber  but  striking 
woman  before  her  was  strong  in  her.  She 
had  been  ruled  firmly,  almost  oppres- 
sively, and  she  .had  not  yet  revolted. 
Seated  on  the  couch,  she  gazed  out  of  the 
window  at  the  flying  snow,  her  brain  too 
much  on  fire  for  thought,  passion  beating 
like  a  pulse  in  all  her  lithe  and  graceful 
young  body,  which  had  known  the  storms 
of  life  and  time  for  only  twenty  years. 

'  I  ■■  HE  wind  shrieked  and  the  snow  swept 
-^  past  in  clouds  of  blinding  drift,  com- 
pletely hiding  from  sight  the  town  below 
them,  whose  civilization  had  built  itself 
many  habitations  and  was  making  roads 
and  streets  on  the  green-brown  plain 
where  herds  of  buffalo,  shaking  the  earth 
with  their  tread,  had  stamped  and 
streamed  not  long  ago.  The  town  was  a 
mile  and  a  half  way,  and  these  two  were 
alone  in  a  great  circle  of  storm,  one  of 
them  battling  against  a  tempest  which 
might  yet  overtake  her,  against  which 
she  had  set  her  face  almost  ever  since 
she  could  remember,  though  it  had  only 
come  to  violence  since  her  father  died 
two  years  before  —  a  careless,  strong, 
wilful  white  man,  who  had  lived  the 
Indian  life  for  many  years,  but  at  last 
had  been  swallowed  by  the  great  wave 
of  civilization  streaming  westward  and 
northward,  wiping  out  the  game  and  the 
Indian,  and  overwhelming  the  rough, 
fighting,  hunting,  pioneer-life  for  ever. 
He  had  made  money,  by  good  luck 
chiefly,  having  held  land  here  and  there 


which  he  had  got  for  nothing,  and  had 
then  almost  forgotten  about  it,  and,  when 
reminded  of  it,  still  held  on  to  it  with 
that  defiant  stubbornness  which  often 
possesses  improvident  and  careless  na- 
tures. He  had  never  had  any  real  busi- 
ness-instinct, and  to  swagger  a  little  over 
the  land  he  held  and  to  treat  offers  of 
purchase  with  contempt  was  the  loud  as- 
sertion of  a  capacity  he  did  not  possess. 
So  it  was  that  his  vanity  and  stubborn- 
ness, beneath  which  was  his  angry  pro- 
test against  the  prejudice  felt  by  the  new 
people  of  the  West  for  the  Squaw-man 
— the  white  pioneer  who  married  an  In- 
dian, and  lived  the  Indian  life,  giving  it, 
however,  something  it  never  had  before 
— so  it  was  that  this  gave  him  competence 
and  a  comfortable  home  after  the  old 
trader  had  been  driven  out  by  the  rail- 
way and  the  shopkeeper.  With  the  first 
land  he  sold  he  sent  his  daughter  away 
to  school  in  a  town  farther  east  and 
south,  where  she  had  been  brought  in 
touch  with  a  life  that  at  once  cramped 
and  attracted  her;  where,  too,  she  had  felt 
the  first  chill  of  racial  ostracism,  and  had 
proudly  fought  it  to  the  end,  her  weapons 
being  talent,  industry,  and  a  hot,  defiant 
ambition. 

'X'  HERE  had  been  three  years  of  bitter, 
•*■  almost  half-sullen,  struggle,  light- 
ened by  one  sweet  and  perfect  friendship 
with  a  girl  whose  face  she  had  since 
drawn  in  a  hundred  different  i>oses  on 
pieces  of  brown  paper,  on  scraps  of  all 
kinds,  on  the  walls  of  the  big,  well- 
lighted  attic  to  which  she  retreated  for 
hours  every  day,  when  she  was  not 
abroad  on  the  prairies,  riding  the  Indian 
pony  that  her  uncle,  Piegan  Chief,  Ice 
Breaker,  had  given  her  years  before. 
Three  years  of  struggle,  and  then  her 
father  had  died,  and  the  refuge  for  her 
vexed,  defiant  heart  was  gone.  While 
he  had  lived  she  could  affirm  the  rights 
of  a  white  man's  daughter,  the  rights  of  a 
daughter  of  a  pioneer  who  had  helped  the 
West;  and  her  pride  in  him  had  given  a 
glow  to  her  cheek  and  a  spring  to  her  step 
which  made  people  always  look  at  her, 
no  matter  how  many  others  might  be 
present.  In  the  chief  streets  of  Portage 
la  Drome  men  would  stop  their  trafficking 
and  women  nudge  each  other  when  she 
passed,  and  wherever  she  went  she  stirred 
interest,  excited  admiration,  or  aroused 
prejudice — the  prejudice  did  not  matter 
so  long  as  her  father,  Joel  Renton,  lived. 
Whatever  his  faults,  and  they  were  many 
—  sometimes  he  drank  too  much,  and 
swore  a  great  deal,  and  bullied  and 
stormed — she  blinked  at  them  all,  for  he 
was  of  the  conquering  race,  a  white  man 
who  had  slept  in  white  sheets  and  eaten 
off  white  table-cloths,  and  used  a  knife 
and   fork,   since  he   was   born;   and  the 


women  of  his  people  had  had  soft  petti- 
coats and  fine  stockings  and  white  clothes 
for  their  beds,  and  silk  gowns  for  festal 
days,  and  feathered  hats  of  velvet,  and 
shoes  of  polished  leather,  always  and 
always,  back  through  many  generations. 
Indeed,  yes,  she  had  held  her  head  high, 
for  she  was  of  his  women,  of  the  women 
of  his  people,  with  all  their  rights  and 
all  their  claims.  She  had  held  it  high  till 
that  stormy  daj-- — just  such  a  day  as  this, 
with  the  surf  of  .snow  breaking  against 
the  house — when  they  carried  him  in  out 
of  the  wild  turmoil  of  wind  and  snow,  lay- 
ing him  on  the  couch  where  she  now  sat, 
and  her  head  fell  on  his  lifeless  breast, 
and  she  cried  out  to  him  to  come  back  to 
her. 

Before  the  world  her  head  was  still 
held  high,  but  in  the  attic-room,  and  out 
on  the  prairies  far  away,  where  only  the 
coyote  or  the  prairie-hen  saw,  her  head 
drooped,  and  her  eyes  grew  heavy  with 
pain  and  somber  protest.  Once,  in  an 
agony  of  loneliness,  and  cruelly  hurt  by 
a  conspicuous  slight  put  upon  her  at  the 
Portage,  by  the  wife  of  the  Reeve  of  the 
town,  who  had  daughters  twain  of  pure 
white  blood  got  from  behind  the  bar  of 
a  saloon  at  Winnipeg,  she  had  thrown 
open  her  window  at  night  with  the  frost 
below  zero,  and  stood  in  her  thin  night- 
dress, craving  the  death  which  she  hoped 
the  cold  would  give  her  soon.  It  had  not 
availed,  however,  and  once  again  she  had 
ridden  out  in  a  blizzard  to  die,  but  had 
come  upon  a  man  lost  in  the  snow,  and 
her  own  misery  had  passed  from  her,  and 
her  heart,  full  of  the  blood  of  plainsmen, 
had  done  for  another  what  it  would  not 
do  for  itself.  The  Indian  in  her  had,  with 
strange,  pure  instinct,  found  its  way  to 
Portage  la  Drome,  the  man,  with  both 
hands  and  one  foot  frozen,  on  her  pony, 
she  walking  at  his  side,  only  conscious 
that  she  had  saved  one,  not  two  lives  that 
day. 

T_J  ERE  was  another  such  day,  here 
■*■  ■*■  again  was  the  storm  in  her  heart 
which  had  driven  her  into  the  plains  that 
other  time,  and  here  again  was  that  temp- 
est of  white  death  outside. 

"You  have  no  sense.  You  are  not  white. 

They  will  not  have  you.     Sit  down " 

The  words  had  fallen  on  her  ears  with 
a  cold,  deadly  smother.  There  came  a 
chill  upon  her  which  stilled  the  wild  pulses 
in  her,  which  suddenly  robbed  the  eyes 
of  their  brightness,  and  gave  a  fixed, 
drawn  look  to  the  face. 

"You  are  not  white.  They  will  not 
have  you,  Paidine."  The  Indian  mother 
repeated  the  words  after  a  moment,  her 
eyes  grown  still  more  gloomy;  for  in  her, 
too,  there  was  a  dark  tide  of  passion 
moving.  In  all  the  years  that  had  gone, 
this  girl  had  always  turned  to  the  white 


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father  rather  than  to  her,  and  she  had 
been  left  more  and  more  alone.  Her  man 
had  been  kind  to  her,  and  she  had  been 
a  faithful  wife,  but  she  had  resented  the 
natural  instinct  of  her  half-breed  child, 
almost  white  herself,  and  with  the  feel- 
ings and  ways  of  the  whites,  to  turn 
always  to  her  father,  as  if  to  a  superior 
guide,  to  a  higher  influence  and  author- 
ity. Was  not  she  the  descendant  of 
Blackfoot  and  Piegan  chiefs  through 
generations  of  rulers  and  warriors?  Was 
there  not  Piegan  and  Blackfoot  blood  in 
the  girl's  veins?  Must  only  the  white 
man's  blood  be  reckoned  when  they  made 
up  their  daily  account  and  balanced  the 
books  of  their  lives,  credit  and  debtor 
— misunderstanding  and  kind  act,  neg- 
lect and  tenderness,  reproof  and  praise, 
gentleness  and  impulse,  anger  and  caress 
— to  be  set  down  in  the  everlasting  re- 
cord? Why  must  the  Indian  always  give 
way?  Indian  habits,  Indian  desires,  the 
Indian  way  of  doing  things,  the  Indian 
point  of  view,  Indian  food,  Indian  medi- 
cine— was  it  all  bad,  and  only  that  which 
belonged  to  the  white  life  good? 

"Look  at  your  face  in  the  glass,  Pau- 
line," she  added  at  last.  "You  are  good- 
looking,  but  it  isn't  the  good  looks  of  the 
whites.  The  lodge  of  a  chieftainess  is  the 
place  for  you.  There  you  would  have 
praise  and  honor;  among  the  whites  you 
are  only  a  half-breed.  What  is  the  good? 
Let  us  go  back  to  the  life  out  there  be- 
yond the  Muskwat  River  —  up  beyond. 
There  is  hunting  still,  a  little,  and  the 
world  is  qmet,  and  nothing  troubles. 
Only  the  wild-dog  barks  at  night,  or  the 
wolf  sniffs  at  the  door,  and  all  day  there 
is  singing.  Somewhere  out  beyond  the 
Muskwat  the  feasts  go  on,  and  the  old 
men  build  the  great  fires,  and  tell  tales, 
and  call  the  wind  out  of  the  North,  and 
make  the  thunder  speak;  and  the  young 
men  ride  to  the  hunt  or  go  out  to  battle, 
and  build  lodges  for  the  daughters  of  the 
tribe;  and  each  man  has  his  woman,  and 
each  woman  has  in  her  breast  the  honor 
of  the  tribe,  and  the  little  ones  fill  the 
lodge  with  laughter.  Like  a  pocket  of 
deerskin  in  every  house,  warm  and  small 
and  full  of  good  things.  Hai-yai,  what  is 
this  life  to  that!  There  you  will  be  head 
and  chief  of  all,  for  there  is  money 
enough  for  a  thousand  horses;  and  your 
father  was  a  white  man,  and  these  are 
the  days  when  the  white  man  rules.  Like 
clouds  before  the  sun  are  the  races  of 
men,  and  one  race  rises  and  another  falls. 
Here  you  are  not  first,  but  last;  and  the 
child  of  the  white  father  and  mother, 
though  they  be  as  the  dirt  that  flies  from 
a  horse's  heels,  it  is  before  you.  Your 
mother  is  a  Blackfoot!" 

A  S  the  woman  spoke  slowly  and  with 
many  pauses,  the  girl's  mood  changed, 
and  there  came  into  her  eyes  a  strange, 
dark  look  which  was  deeper  than  anger. 
She  listened  with  a  sudden  patience 
which  stilled  the  agitation  in  her  breast 
and  gave  a  little  touch  of  rigidity  to  her 
figure.  Her  eyes  withdrew  from  the 
nrild  storm  without  and  gravely  settled 
on  her  mother's  face,  and  with  the  In- 
dian woman's  last  words  understanding 
pierced,  but  did  not  dispel,  the  somber 
and  ominous  look  in  her  eyes. 


There  was  silence  for  a  moment,  and 
then  she  spoke  almost  as  evenly  as  her 
mother  had  done. 

"I  will  tell  you  everything.  You  are 
my  mother,  and  I  love  you;  but  you  will 
not  see  the  truth.  When  my  father  took 
you  from  the  lodges  and  brought  you 
here,  it  was  the  end  of  the  Indian  life.  It 
was  for  you  to  go  on  with  him,  but  you 
would  not  go.  I  was  young,  but  I  saw, 
and  I  said  that  in  all  things  I  would  go 
with  him.  I  did  not  know  that  it  would 
be  hard,  but  at  school,  at  the  very  first, 
I  began  to  understand.  There  was  only 
one,  a  French  girl— I  loved  her — a  girl 
who  said  to  me:  'You  are  as  white  as  I 
am — as  anyone — and  your  heart  is  the 
same,  and  you  are  beautiful.'  Yes,  Ma- 
nette  said  I  was  beautiful." 

She  paused  a  moment,  a  misty,  far- 
away look  came  into  her  eyes,  her  fingers 
clasped  and  unclasped,  and  she  added — 

"And  her  brother,  Julien  —  he  was 
older — when  he  came  to  visit  Manette,  he 
spoke  to  me  as  if  I  were  all  white,  and 
was  good  to  me.  I  have  never  forgotten, 
never.  It  was  five  years  ago,  but  I  re- 
member him.  He  was  tall  and  strong,  and 
as  good  as  Manette — as  good  as  Manette. 
I  loved  Manette,  but  she  suffered  for  me, 
for  I  was  not  like  the  others,  and  my 
ways  were  different  —  then.  I  had  lived 
up  there  on  the  Warais  among  the  lodges, 
and  I  had  not  seen  things  —  only  from 
my  father,  and  he  did  so  much  in  an 
Indian  way.  So  I  was  sick  at  heart,  and 
sometimes  I  wanted  to  die;  and  once 
— but  there  was  Manette,  and  she  would 
laugh  and  sing,  and  we  would  play  to- 
gether, and  I  would  speak  French  and 
she  would  speak  English,  and  I  learned 
from  her  to  forget  the  Indian  ways.  What 
were  they  to  me?  I  had  loved  them  when 
I  was  of  them,  but  I  came  on  to  a  better 
life.  The  Indian  life  is  to  the  white  life 
as  the  parfieche  pouch  to — to  this."  She 
laid  her  hand  upon  a  purse  of  delicate 
silver  mesh  hanging  at  her  waist.  "When 
your  eyes  are  opened,  you  must  go  on, 
you  cannot  stop.  There  is  no  going  back. 
When  you  have  read  of  all  that  there  is  in 
the  white  man's  world,  when  you  have 
seen,  then  there  is  no  returning.  You  may 
end  it  all,  if  you  wish,  in  the  snow,  in  the 
river,  but  there  is  no  returning.  The 
lodge  of  a  chief!  Ah,  if  my  father  had 
heard  you  say  that !" 

'  I  *HE  Indian  woman  shifted  heavily  in 
-*■  her  chair,  then  shrank  away  from 
the  look  fixed  on  her.  Once  or  twice  she 
made  as  if  she  would  speak,  then  sank 
down  in  the  great  chair,  helpless  and 
dismayed. 

"The  lodge  of  a  chief!"  the  girl  con- 
tinued in  a  low,  bitter  voice.  "What  is 
the  lodge  of  a  chief?  A  smoky  fire,  a 
pot,  a  bed  of  skins,  aih-yi!  If  the  lodges 
of  the  Indians  were  millions,  and  I  could 
be  head  of  all,  and  rule  the  land,  yet 
would  I  rather  be  a  white  girl  in  the 
hut  of  her  white  man,  struggling  for 
daily  bread  among  the  people  who  sweep 
the  buffalo  out,  but  open  up  the  land 
with  the  plough,  and  make  a  thousand 
live  where  one  lived  before.  It  is  peace 
you  want,  mother,  peace  and  solitude,  in 
which  the  soul  goes  to  sleep.  Your  days 
of  hope  are  over,  and  you  want  to  drowse 


by  the  fire.  I  want  to  see  the  white  men's 
cities  grow,  and  the  armies  coming  over 
the  hill  with  the  ploughs  and  the  reapers 
and  the  mowers,  and  the  wheels  and  the 
belts  and  engines  of  the  great  factories, 
and  the  white  woman's  life  spreading 
everywhere,  for  I  am  a  white  man's 
daughter.  I  can't  be  both  Indian  and 
white.  I  will  not  be  like  the  sun  where 
the  shadow  cuts  across  it  and  the  land 
grows  darker.  I  will  not  be  half-breed.  I 
will  be  white  or  I  will  be  Indian;  and  I 
will  be  white,  white  only.  My  heart  is 
white,  my  tongue  is  white,  I  think,  I  feel, 
as  white  people  think  and  feel.  What 
they  wish,  I  wish;  as  they  live,  I  live;  as 
white  women  dress,  I  dress." 

She  involuntarily  drew  up  the  dark 
red  skirt  she  wore,  showing  a  white  pet- 
ticoat and  a  pair  of  fine  stockings  on  an 
ankle  as  graceful  and  shapely  as  she  had 
ever  seen  among  all  the  white  women  she 
knew.  She  drew  herself  up  with  pride, 
and  her  body  had  a  grace  and  ease  which 
the  white  woman's  convention  had  not 
cramped. 

Yet  with  all  her  protests,  no  one  would 
have  classed  her  as  English.  She  might 
have  been  Spanish,  or  Italian,  or  Rou- 
manian, or  Slav,  though  nothing  of  her 
Indian  blood  showed  in  purely  Indian 
characteristics,  and  something  sparkled 
in  her,  gave  a  radiance  to  her  face  and 
figure  which  the  storm  and  struggle  in 
her  did  not  smother.  The  white  women 
of  Portage  la  Drome  were  too  blind,  too 
prejudiced,  to  see  all  that  she  really  was, 
and  admiring  white  men  could  do  little, 
for  Pauline  would  have  nothing  to  do 
with  them  till  the  women  met  her  abso- 
lutely as  an  equal ;  and  from  the  other 
half-breeds,  who  intermarried  with  each 
other  and  were  content  to  take  a  lower 
place  than  the  pure  whites,  she  held 
aloof,  save  when  any  of  them  was  ill  or 
in  trouble.  Then  she  recognized  the  claim 
of  race  and  came  to  their  doors  with  pity 
and  soft  impulses  to  help  them.  French 
and  Scotch  and  English  half-breeds,  as 
they  were,  they  understood  how  she  was 
making  a  fight  for  all  who  were  half- 
Indian,  half  white,  and  watched  her  with 
a  furtive  devotion,  acknowledging  her 
superior   place,   and   proud   of   it. 

"I  will  not  stay  here,"  said  the  Indian 
mother  with  sullen  stubbornness.  "I  will 
go  back  beyond  the  Warais.  My  life  is 
my  own ;  I  will  do  what  I  like  with  it." 
The  girl  started,  but  became  composed 
again  on  the  instant.  "Is  your  life  all 
your  own,  mother?"  she  said.  "I  did  not 
com.e  into  the  world  of  my  own  will.  If 
I  had,  I  would  have  come  all  white  or  all 
Indian.  I  am  your  daughter,  and  I  am 
here,  good  or  bad — is  your  life  all  your 
own?" 

"You  can  marry  and  stay  here,  when 
I  go.  You  are  nineteen.  I  had  my  man, 
your  father,  when  I  was  seventeen.  You 
can  marry.  There  are  men.  You  have 
money.  They  will  marry  you — and  for- 
get the  rest." 

WITH  a  cry  half  of  rage,  half  of 
misery,  the  girl  sprang  to  her  feet 
and  started  forward,  but  stopped  sud- 
denly at  sound  of  a  hasty  knocking  and  a 
voice  asking  admittance.  An  in.stant  later 
a   huge,   bearded,    broad-shouldered    man 


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stepped  inside,  shaking  himself  free  of 
the  snow,  laughing  half-sheepishly  as  he 
did  so,  and  laying  his  fur  cap  and  gloves 
with  exaggerated  care  on  the  wide  win- 
dow-sill. 

"John  Alloway,"  said  the  Indian  wo- 
man in  a  voice  of  welcome,  and  with  a 
brightening  eye,  for  it  would  seem  as  if 
he  came  in  answer  to  her  words  of  a  few 
moments  before.  With  a  mother's  instinct 
she  had  divined  at  once  the  rea.<»on  for 
the  visit,  though  no  warning  thought 
crossed  the  mind  of  the  girl,  who  placed 
a  chair  for  their  visitor  with  a  heartiness 
which  was  real — was  not  this  the  white 
man  she  had  saved  from  death  in  the 
snow  a  year  ago?  Her  heart  was  soft 
towards  the  life  she  had  kept  in  the 
world.  She  smiled  at  him,  all  the  anger 
gone  from  her  eyes,  and  there  wa^  almost 
a  touch  of  tender  anxiety  in  her  voice  as 
she  said: 

"What  brought  you  out  in  this  bliz- 
zard? It  wasn't  .safe.  It  doesn't  seem 
possible  you  got  here  from  the  Portage." 

The  huge  ranchman  and  auctioneer 
laughed  cheerily.  "Once  lost,  twice  get 
there,"  he  said,  with  a  quizzical  toss  of 
the  head,  thinking  he  had  said  a  good 
thing.  "It's  a  year  ago  to  the  very  day 
that  I  was  lost  out  back"— he  jerked  a 
thumb  over  his  shoulder  —  "and  you 
picked  me  up  and  brought  me  in;  and 
what  was  I  to  do  but  come  out  on  the 
anniversary  and  say,  'Thank  you?'  I'd 
fixed  up  all  year  to  come  to  you,  and  I 
wasn't  to  be  stopped,  'cause  it  was  like 
the  day  we  first  met,  old  Coldmaker  hit- 
ting the  world  with  his  whips  of  frost, 
and  shaking  his  ragged  blankets  of  snow 
over  the  wild  West." 

"Just  such  a  day,"  said  the  Indian 
woman  after  a  pause,  as  Pauline  re- 
mained silent,  placing  a  little  bottle  of 
cordial  before  their  visitor,  with  which 
he  presently  regaled  himself,  raising  his 
glass  with  an  impressive  air. 

"Many  happy  returns  to  us  both!"  he 
said,  and  threw  the  liquor  down  his 
throat,  smacked  his  lips,  and  drew  his 
hand  down  his  great  mustache  and 
beard  like  some  vast  animal  washing  its 
face  with  its  paw.  Smiling,  and  yet  not 
wholly  ill  at  ease,  he  looked  at  the  two 
women  and  nodded  his  head  encourag- 
ingly, but  whether  the  encouragement 
was  for  himself  or  for  them  he  could  not 
have  told. 

His  last  words,  however,  had  altered 
the  situation.  The  girl  had  caught  a  sug- 
gestion in  them  which  startled  her.  This 
rough,  white  plainsman  was  come  to 
make  love  to  her,  and  to  say — what?  He 
was  at  once  awkward  and  confident, 
afraid  of  her,  of  her  refinement,  grace, 
beauty  and  education,  and  yet  confident 
in  the  advantage  of  his  position,  a  white 
man  bending  to  a  half-breed  girl.  He 
was  not  conscious  of  the  condescension 
and  majesty  of  his  demeanor,  but  it  was 
there,  and  his  untutored  words  and  ways 
must  make  it  all  too  apparent  to  the  girl. 
The  revelation  of  the  moment  made  her 
at  once  triumphant  and  humiliated.  This 
white  man  had  come  to  make  love  to  her, 
that  was  apparent;  but  that  he,  ungram- 
matical,  crude,  and  rough,  should  think 


he  had  but  to  put  out  his  hand,  and  she 
in  whom  every  subtle  emotion  and  in- 
fluence had  delicate  response,  whose 
words  and  ways  were  as  far  removed 
from  his  as  day  from  night,  would  fly 
to  him,  brought  the  flush  of  indignation 
to  her  cheek.  But  she  responded  to  his 
toast  with  a  pleasant  nod  and  said : 

"But  if  you  will  keep  coming  in  such 
wild  storms,  there  will  not  be  many  an- 
niversaries." 

She  laughed,  and  poured  out  another 
glass  of  liqueur  for  him. 

"Well,  now,  p'raps  you're  right,  and 
so  the  only  thing  to  do  is  not  to  keep 
coming,  but  to  stay,  stay  right  where  you 
are." 

'TpHE  Indian  woman  could  not  see  her 
'-  daughter's  face,  which  was  turned  to 
the  fire,  but  she  herself  smiled  at  John  Al- 
loway and  nodded  her  head  approvingly. 
Here  was  the  cure  for  her  own  trouble 
and  loneliness.        Pauline  and  she,  who 


lived  in  different  worlds,  and  yet  were 
tied  to  each  other  by  circumstances  they 
could  not  control,  would  each  work  out 
her  own  destiny  after  her  own  nature, 
since  John  Alloway  had  come  a-wooing. 
She  would  go  back  on  the  Warais,  and 
Pauline  would  remain  at  the  Portage,  a 
white  woman  with  her  white  man.  She 
would  go  back  to  the  smoky  fires  in  the 
huddled  lodges;  to  the  venison  stew  and 
the  snake  dance;  to  the  feasts  of  the 
Medicine  Men,  and  the  long  sleeps  in  the 
summer  days,  and  the  winter's  tales,  and 
be  at  rest  among  her  own  j)eople;  and 
Pauline  would  have  revenge  of  the  wife 
of  the  prancing  Reeve,  and  perhaps  the 
people  would  forget  that  her  mother  was 
an  Indian  woman. 

With  these  thoughts  flying  through  her 
sluggish  mind  she  rose  and  moved  heav- 
ily from  the  room,  with  a  parting  look 
of  encouragement  at  Allowp.y,  as  if  to 
say:  "A  man  that  is  bold  is  surest." 

With   her   back   to   the   man,    Pauline 


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watched  her  mother  leave  the  room,  saw 
the  look  she  gave  Alloway;  and  when 
the  door  was  closed  she  turned  and 
looked  Alloway  in  the  eyes. 

"How  old  are  you?"  she  asked  sud- 
denly. 

He  stirred  in  his  seat  almost  nervously. 
"Why,  fifty,  about,"  he  answered  with 
confusion. 

"Then  you'll  be  wise  not  to  go  looking 
for  anniversaries  in  blizzards,  when 
they're  few  at  best,"  she  said  with  a  gen- 
tle and  dangerous  smile. 

"Fifty — why,  I'm  as  young  as  most 
men  of  thirty,"  he  responded  with  an  un- 
certain laugh.  "I'd  have  come  here  to-day 
if  it  had  been  snowing  pitchforks  and 
chain-lightning.  I  made  up  my  mind  I 
would.  You  saved  my  life,  that's  dead 
sure;  and  I'd  be  down  among  the  conies 
if  it  wasn't  for  you  and  that  Piegan  pony 
of  yours — Piegan  ponies  are  wonders  in 
a  storm,  seem  to  know  their  way  by  in- 
stinct. You,  too — why,  I  bin  on  the  plains 
all  my  life,  and  was  no  better  than  a  baby 
that  day;  but  you — why,  you  had  Piegan 
in  you,  why,  yes " 

He  stopped  short  for  a  moment, 
checked  by  the  look  in  her  face,  then 
went  blindly  on. 

"And  you  got  Blackfoot  in  you,  too; 
and  you  just  felt  your  way  through  the 
tornado  and  over  the  blind  prairie  like  a 
bird  reaching  for  the  hills.  It  was  as  easy 
to  you  as  picking  out  a  maverick  in  a 
bunch  of  steers  to  me.  But  I  never  could 
make  out  what  you  was  doing  on  the 
prairie  that  terrible  day.  I've  thought  of 
it  a  hundred  times.  What  was  you  doing, 
if  it  aint  cheek  to  ask?" 

"I  was  trying  to  lose  a  life,"  she  an- 
swered quietly,  her  eyes  dwelling  on  his 
face,  yet  not  seeing  him;  for  it  all  came 
back  to  her,  the  agony  which  had  driven 
her  out  into  the  tempest  to  be  lost  ever- 
more. 

He  laughed.  "Well,  now,  that's  good,' 
he  said;  "that's  what  they  call  speaking 
sarcastic.  You  was  out  to  save,  and  not 
to  lose,  a  life;  that  was  proved  to  the 
satisfaction  of  the  court."  He  paused 
and  chuckled  to  himself,  thinking  he  had 
been  witty,  and  continued:  "And  I  was 
that  court,  and  my  judgment  was  that  the 
debt  of  that  life  you  saved  had  to  be  paid 
to  you  within  one  calendar  year,  with  in- 
terest at  the  usual  per  cent,  for  mortgages 
on  good  security.  That  was  my  judgment, 
and  there's  no  appeal  from  it.  I  am  the 
great  Justinian  in  this  case!" 

"Did  you  ever  save  anybody's  life?" 
she  asked,  putting  the  bottle  of  cordial 
away,  as  he  filled  his  glass  for  the  third 
time. 

'Twice  certain,  and  once  dividin'  the 
honors,"  he  answered,  pleased  at  the  ques- 
tion. 

"And  did  you  expect  to  get  any  pay, 
with  or  without  interest?"  she  asked. 

"Me !  I  never  thought  of  it  again.  But 
yes — by  gol,  I  did!  One  case  was  funny, 
as  funny  as  can  be.  It  was  Ricky  Whar- 
ton over  on  the  Muskwat  River.  I  saved 
his  life  right  enough,  and  he  came  to  me 
a  year  after  and  said,  'You  saved  my 
life;  now  what  are  you  going  to  do  with 
it?  I'm  stony  broke.  I  owe  a  hundred 
dollars,  and  I  wouldn't  be  owing  it  if 
you  hadn't  saved  my  life.       When  you 


saved  it  I  was  five  hundred  to  the  good, 
and  I'd  have  left  that  much  behind  me. 
Now  I'm  on  the  rocks,  because  you  in- 
sisted on  saving  my  life;  and  you  got  to 
take  care  of  me!  I  insist!'  Well,  that 
knocked  me  silly,  and  I  took  him  on — • 
blame  me,  if  I  didn't  keep  Ricky  a  whole 
year  till  he  went  North  looking  for  gold. 
Get  pay — why,  I  paid.  Saving  life  has 
its  responsibilities,  little  gal !" 

"You  can't  save  life  without  running 
some  risk  yourself,  not  as  a  rule,  can 
you?"  she  said,  shrinking  from  his  famil- 
iarity. ■ 

"Not  as  a  rule,"  he  replied.  "You  took 
on  a  bit  of  a  risk  with  me,  you  and  your 
Piegan  pony." 

"Oh,  I  was  young,"  she  responded, 
leaning  on  the  table,  and  she  began 
drawing  on  a  piece  of  paper  before  her. 
"I  could  take  more  risks,  I  was  only 
eighteen." 

"I  don't  catch  on,"  he  rejoined.  "If 
it's  eighteen  or " 

"Or  fifty,"  she  interposed. 

"What  difference  does  it  make?  If 
you're  done  for,  its  the  same  at  eighteen 
as  fifty,  and  vicey-versey." 

"No,  it's  not  the  same,"  she  answered. 
"You  leave  so  much  more  that  you  want 
to  keep  when  you  go  at  fifty." 

"Well,  I  dunno.  I  never  thought  of 
that." 

"There's  all  that  has  belonged  to  you. 
You've  been  married,  and  have  children, 
haven't  you?" 

TLJ  E  started,  frowned,  then  straightened 
•*  -*^  himself.  "T  got  one  girl — she's  East 
with  her  grandmother."  he  i?aid  jerkily. 

"That  what  I  said ;  there's  more  to 
leave  behind  at  fifty."  she  replied,  a  red 
spot  on  each  cheek.  She  was  not  looking 
at  him,  but  at  the  face  of  a  man  on  the 
paper  before  her  —  a  young  man  with 
abundant  hair,  a  strong  chin,  and  big, 
eloquent  eyes;  and  all  around  his  face 
she  had  drawn  the  face  of  a  girl  many 
times,  and  beneath  the  faces  of  both  she 
wrote  Manette  and  Julien. 

The  water  was  getting  too  deep  for 
John  Alloway.  He  floundered  towards 
the  shore.  "I'm  no  good  at  words,"  he 
said,  "no  good  at  argument;  but  I've  got  a 
gift  for  stories — round  the  fire  of  a  night, 
with  a  pipe  and  a  tin  basin  of  tea;  so  I'm 
not  going  to  try  and  match  you.  You've 
had  a  good  education  down  at  Winnipeg. 
Took  every  prize,  they  say,  and  led  the 
school,  though  there  was  plenty  of  fuss 
because  they  let  you  do  it,  and  let  you 
stay  there,  being  half-Indian.  You  never 
heard  what  was  going  on  outside,  I 
s'pose.  It  didn't  matter,  for  you  won  out. 
,  Blamed  foolishness,  trying  to  draw  the 
line  between  red  and  white  that  way.  Of 
course,  it's  the  women  always,  always  the 
women,  sticking  out  for  all-white  or  noth- 
ing. Down  there  at  Portage  they've 
treated  you  mean,  mean  as  dirt.  The 
Reeve's  wife — well,  we'll  fix  that  up  all 
right.  I  guess  John  Alloway  aint  to  be 
bluffed.  He  knows  too  much,  and  they  all 
know  he  knows  enough.  When  John  Allo- 
way, 32  Main  Street,  with  a  ranch  on  the 
Katanay,  says,  'We're  coming!  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  John  Alloway  is  coming,'  they'll  get 
out  their  cards  visite,  I  guess." 

Pauline's   head    bent   lower,    and    she 


seemed  laboriously  etching  lines  into  the 
faces  before  her  —  Manette  and  Julien, 
Julien  and  Manette,  and  there  came  into 
her  eyes  the  youth  and  light  and  gayety 
of  that  memory,  the  days  when  Julien 
came  of  an  afternoon  and  the  riverside 
rang  with  laughter;  the  dearest,  lightest, 
days  she  had  ever  spent. 

The  man  of  fifty  went  on,  seeing  noth- 
ing but  a  girl  over  whom  he  was  present- 
ly going  to  throw  the  lasso  of  his  affec- 
tion and  take  her  home  with  him,  yielding 
and  glad,  a  white  man,  and  his  half- 
breed  girl — but  such  a  half  breed! 

"I  seen  enough  of  the  way  some  of 
them  women  treated  you,"  he  continued, 
"and  I  sez  to  myself  'Her  turn  next. 
There's  a  way  out,'  I  sez,  'and  John 
Alloway  pays  his  debts.  When  the  anni- 
versary comes  round,  I'll  put  things 
right,'  I  sez  to  myself.  'She  saved  my 
life,  and  she  shall  have  the  rest  of  it,  if 
she'll  take  it,  and  will  give  a  receipt  in 
full,  and  open  a  new  account  in  the  name 
of  John  and  Pauline  Alloway.'  Catch  on? 
See— Pauline?" 

Slowly  she  got  to  her  feet,  a  look  in 
her  eyes  such  as  had  been  in  her  mother's 
but  a  little  while  before,  but  a  hundred 
times  intensified,  a  look  that  belonged  to 
the  flood  and  fiow  of  generations  of  In- 
dian life,  yet  controlled  in  her  by  the 
order  and  understanding  of  centuries  of 
white  men's  lives,  the  pervasive,  domin- 
ating power  of  race. 

'C*  OR  an  instant  she  turned  her  face 
■*■  towards  the  window.  The  storm  had 
suddenly  ceased,  and  a  glimmer  of  sun- 
set light  was  breaking  over  the  distant 
wastes  of  snow. 

"You  want  to  pay  a  debt  you  think 
you  owe,"  she  said,  in  a  strange,  lustre- 
less voice,  turning  to  him  at  last.  "Well, 
you  have  paid  it.  You  have  given  me  a 
book  to  read  which  I  will  keep  always. 
And  I  give  you  a  receipt  in  full  for  your 
debt." 

"I  don't  know  about  any  book,"  he 
said  dazed.  "I  want  to  marry  you  right 
away." 

"I  am  sorry,  but  it  is  not  necessary," 
she  replied  suggestively.  Her  face  was 
very  pale  now. 

"But  I  want  to.  It  aint  a  debt.  That 
was  only  a  way  of  putting  it.  I  want  to 
make  you  my  wife.  I  got  some  position, 
and  I  can  make  the  West  sit  up  and  look 
at  you  and  be  glad." 

Suddenly  her  anger  flared  out,  low  and 
vivid  and  fierce,  but  her  words  were  slow 
and  measured. 

"There  is  no  reason  why  I  should 
marry  you — not  one.  You  offer  me  mar- 
riage as  a  prince  might  give  a  penny  to 
a  beggar.  If  my  mother  were  not  an  In- 
dian woman,  you  would  not  have  taken 
it  all  as  a  matter  of  course.  But  my 
father  was  a  white  man,  and  I  am  a  white 
man's  daughter,  and  I  would  rather  marry 
an  Indian  who  would  think  me  the  best 
thing  there  was  in  the  light  of  the  sun, 
than  marry  you.  Had  I  been  pure  white, 
you  would  not  have  been  so  sure;  you 
would  have  asked,  not  offered.  I  am  not 
obliged  to  you.  You  ought  to  go  to  no 
woman  as  you  came  to  me.  See,  the  storm 
has  stopped.    You  will  be  quite  safe  going 


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back  now.  The  snow  will  be  deep,  per- 
haps, but  it  is  not  far." 

She  went  to  the  window,  got  his  cap 
and  gloves,  and  handed  them  to  him.  He 
took  them,  dumbfounded  and  overcome. 

"Say,  I  aint  done  it  right,  mebbe,  but 
I  meant  well,  and  I'd  be  good  to  you 
and  proud  of  you,  and  I'd  love  you  better 
than  anything  I  ever  saw,"  he  said  shame- 
facedly, but  eagerly  and  honestly,  too. 

"Ah,  you  phould  have  .«>aid  those  last 
words  first,"  she  answered. 

"I  say  them  now," 

"They  come  too  late;  but  they  would 
have  been  too  late  in  any  case,"  she 
added.    "Still,  I  am  glad  you  said  them." 

She  opened  the  door  for  him. 

"I  made  a  mistake,"  he  said  humbly. 
"I  understand  better  now.  I  never  had 
any  schoolin'." 

"Oh,  it  isn't  that,"  she  answered  gently. 
"Good-by." 

Suddenly  he  turned.  "You're  right — it 
couldn't  ever  be,"  he  said.  "You're — 
you're  great.  And  I  owe  you  my  life 
still!" 

For  a  moment  Paul'ne  stood  motion- 
less in  the  middle  of  the  room,  her  gaze 
fixed  upon  the  door  which  had  just 
closed;  then,  with  a  wild  gesture  of  mis- 
ery and  despair,  she  threw  herself  upon 
the  couch  in  a  passionate  outburst  of 
weeping.  Sobs  shook  her  from  head  to 
foot,  and  her  hands,  clenched  above  her 
head,  twitching  convulsively. 

p  RESENTLY  the  door  opened  and  her 
•*■  mother  looked  in  eagerly.  At  what 
she  saw  her  face  darkened  and  hardened 
for  an  instant,  and  then  the  girl's  utter 
abandonment  of  grief  and  agony  con- 
vinced and  conquered  her,  and  some  glim- 
mer of  the  true  understanding  of  the  pro- 
blem which  Pauline  represented  got  into 
her  heart,  and  drove  the  sudden  selfish- 
ness from  her  face  and  eyes  and  mind. 
She  came  over  heavily  and,  sinking  upon 
her  knees,  swept  an  arm  around  the  girl's 
shoulder.  She  realized  what  had  hap- 
pened, and  probably  this  was  the  first 
time  in  her  life  that  she  had  ever  come 
by  instinct  to  a  revelation  of  her  daugh- 
ter's mind  and  the  logic  of  inner  facts, 
or  the  faithful  meaning  of  incidents  of 
their  lives. 

"You  said  'No'  to  John  Alloway,"  she 
murmured. 

Defiance  and  protest  spoke  in  the  swift 
gesture  of  the  girl's  hands.  "You  think 
because  he  was  white  that  I'd  drop  into 
his  arms!    No — no — no!" 

"You  did  right,  little  one." 

The  sobs  suddenly  stopped,  and  the  girl 
seemed  to  listen  with  all  her  body. 
There  was  something  in  her  Indian  moth- 
er's voice  she  had  never  heard  before — 
at  least,  not  since  she  was  a  little  child, 
and  swung  in  a  deerskin  hammock  in  a 
tamarack  tree  by  Renton's  Lodge,  where 
chiefs  met  and  the  West  paused  to  rest 
in  its  onward  march.  Something  of  the 
accents  of  the  voice  that  crooned  to  her 
then  was  in  the  woman's  tones  now. 

"He  offered  it  like  a  lump  of  sugar  to 
a  bird — I  know.  He  didn't  know  that  you 
have  great  blood — yes,  but  it  is  true.  My 
man's  grandfather,  he  was  of  the  blood 
of  the  kings  of  England.  My  man  had  the 
proof.     And   for   a   thousand   years   my 


Pauline     found     him     partly 
covered   by    the   falling   snow. 


people  have  been  chiefs.  There  is  no 
blood  in  all  the  West  like  yours.  My  heart 
was  heavy,  and  dark  thoughts  came  to 
me,  because  my  man  is  gone,  and  the  life 
is  not  my  life,  and  I  am  only  an  Indian 
woman  from  the  Warais,  and  my  heart 
goes  out  there  always  now.  But  some 
great  Medicine  has  been  poured  into  my 
heart.  As  I  stood  at  the  door  and  saw 
you  lying  there,  I  called  to  the  Sun:  '0 
great  Spirit,'  I  said,  'help  me  to  under- 
stand, for  this  girl  is  bone  of  my  bone 
and  flesh  of  my  flesh,  and  Evil  has  come 
between  us!'  And  the  Sun  Spirit  poured 
the  Medicine  into  my  spirit,  and  there  is 
no  cloud  between  us  now.  It  has  passed 
away,  and  I  see.  Little  white  one,  the 
white  life  is  the  only  life,  and  I  will  live 
it  with  you  till  a  white  man  comes  and 
gives  you  a  white  man's  home.  But  not 
John  Alloway — shall  the  crow  nest  with 
the  oriole?" 

A  S  the  woman  spoke  in  slow,  measured 
■^*-  voice,  full  of  the  cadences  of  a 
heart  revealing  itself,  the  girl's  breath  at 
first  seemed  to  stop,  so  still  she  lay;  then 
as  the  true  understanding  of  the  words 
came  to  her,  she  panted  with  excitement, 
her  breast  heaved,  and  the  blood  flushed 
her  face.  When  the  slow  voice  ceased, 
and  the  room  became  still,  she  lay  quiet 
for  a  moment,  letting  the  new  thing  find 
secure  lodgment  in  her  thought;  then 
suddenly  she  raised  herself  and  threw 
her  arms  round  her  mother  in  a  passion 
of  affection  and  relief. 

"Lalika!  Oh,  Lalika!"  she  said  ten- 
derly, and  kissed  her  again  and  again. 
Not  since  she  was  a  little  girl,  long  be- 


fore they  left  the  Warais,  had  she  called 
her  mother  by  her  Indian  name,  which 
her  mother  and  father  had  humorously 
taught  her  to  do  in  those  far-off  happy 
days  by  the  beautiful,  singing  river  and 
the  exquisite  woods,  when,  with  a  bow 
and  arrow,  she  had  ranged,  a  young 
Diana  who  slew  only  with  love. 

"'Lalika,'  mother,  'Lalika!'  It  is  like 
the  old,  old  times,"  she  added  softly. 
"Ah,  it  does  not  matter  now,  for  you  un- 
dersitand." 

"I  do  not  understand  altogether,"  mur- 
mured the  Indian  woman  gently.  "I  am 
not  white,  and  there  is  a  different  way  of 
thinking;  but  I  will  hold  your  hand,  and 
we  vdll  live  the  white  life  together." 

/^  HEEK  to  cheek  they  saw  the  darkness 
^^  come,  and  after,  the  silver  moon  steal 
up  over  a  frozen  world,  in  which  the  air 
bit  like  steel  and  braced  the  heart  like 
wine.  Then,  at  last,  before  it  was  nine 
o'clock,  after  her  custom,  the  Indian  wo- 
man went  to  bed,  leaving  her  daughter 
brooding  peacefully  by  the  fire. 

For  a  long  time  Pauline  sat  with  hand.'^ 
clasped  in  her  lap,  her  gaze  on  the  tossing 
flames,  in  her  heart  and  mind  a  new  feel- 
ing of  strength  and  purpose.  The  way 
before  her  was  not  clear,  she  saw  no 
farther  than  this  day,  and  all  that  it 
had  brought,  yet  she  was  one  that  has 
crossed  a  direful  flood  and  finds  herself 
on  a  strange  shore  in  an  unknown  coun- 
try, with  the  twilight  about  her,  yet  with 
so  much  of  danger  passed  that  there  was 
only  the  thought  of  the  moment's  safety 
Continued  on  page  75. 


Saskatchewan's 
New  Premier 

The  Man  Who  "Comes  Back 
With  the  Ball " 

By  Norman  Lambert 


THE  first  chapter  of  Saskatche- 
wan's political  history  has  been 
completed.  The  eleven-year-old 
province  has  seen  its  first  Premier  come 
and  go.  Hon.  Walter  Scott  having  sacri- 
ficed his  health  in  the  service  of  the  pre- 
sent Saskatchewan,  which  he  did  so  much 
to  create,  has  passed  into  retirement, 
and  a  younger  man  full  of  the  promise  of 
which  the  West  is  symbolical,  has  taken 
his  place.  William  Melville  Martin,  who 
for  eight  years  has  represented  the  con- 
stituency of  Regina  in  the  House  of  Com- 
mons, has  been  selected  to  carry  on  the 
leadership  of  the  Liberal  Government  of 
Saskatchewan. 

A  new  chapter  has  been  opened  in  the 
history  of  the  great,  stalwart,  central  pro- 
vince of  the  Middle  West.  The  very  last 
pages  which  have  just  been  turned,  have 
been  bespattered  somewhat  with  the  dirt 
of  sordid  scandal — an  unfortunate  con- 
clusion to  the  regime  of  a  man  whose 
public  career  has  been  scrupulously  clean, 
and  whose  work  has  been  of  permanent 
value  to  his  country.  The  fresh  page  lies 
open,  clear  and  white  and  the  man  who 
has  been  called  to  leave  his  impress  upon 
it  enters  his  new  office  with  a  record  as 
big  and  fine  and  clean  as  young  Canada 
could  wish  it  to  be. 

The  announcement  on  October  19  of 
W.  M.  Martin's  appointment  to  the  Pre- 
miership of  Sa.skatchewan,  and  the  ap- 
pearance everywhere  in  the  daily  press  of 
his  strong,  cleanly-cut  features,  brought 
to  one's  mind  with  particular  vividness 
an  incident  which  occurred  on  the  lacrosse 
field  of  a  Western  Ontario  town,  some  fif- 
teen years  ago.  It  was  during  one  of  the 
keen  games  which  the  rivalry  between  the 
amateur  teams  of  certain  neighboring 
small  towns  always  developed  in  the  old 
days  on  the  occasion  of  every  league 
match.  A  high  board  fence  surrounded 
and  enclosed  the  field  in  the  town  referred 
to,  and  in  the  course  of  the  game,  the  ball 
had  been  thrown  widely  from  one  player 
to  another,  and  had  fallen  far  beyond  the 
centre  of  action,  close  against  the  bottom 
of  the  fence.  Before  the  ball  had  reached 
the  ground  two  opposing  players  were 
racing  toward  the  spot  where  it  was 
bound  to  fall.  One  of  the  men  was  tall, 
raw-boned,  and  sinewy,  with  the  stride  of 
a  Goliath,  while  the  other  was  heavier, 
more  muscular,  but  not  possessing  his  op- 
ponent's athletic  physique.  One  was  a 
college  student  enjoying  his  vacation,  and 
the  other  was  a  burly  blacksmith  defend- 
ing his  home  town  against  eager  lacrosse 
enthusiasts  from  the  neighboring  district. 
Both  were  bent,  with  all  the  determina- 


tion that  two  strong  run- 
ners could  summon,  upon 
reaching  the  fence  first 
and  securing  the  ball,  but 
both  arrived  at  the  critical 
spot  _  practically  at  the 
same  time.  Two  bodies 
crashed  together,  a  portion 
of  the  fence  gave  way,  and 
the  husky  smithy  plunged 
headlong  through  the 
breach  and  out  of  bounds. 
The  man  who  returned 
with  the  ball  was  the  pre- 
sent Premier  of  Saskatche- 
wan. 


Hon. 

able 
and 


TT  is  some  time  now  since 
-■■  "Billy"  Martin  played 
lacrosse.  At  forty  years  of  age  he 
prefers  golf,  and  happily  the  good  old 
Scottish  game  is  not  played  on  the  inside 
of  high-board  fence.s.  But  the  ability  "to 
return  with  the  ball"  has  been  a  striking 
feature  of  W.  M.  Martin's  career,  off  the 
athletic  field  as  well  as  on  it.  Examples 
of  progress  in  public  life  such  as  that 
afforded  by  the  young  Premier  of  Sas- 
katchewan are  very  few  in  this  country. 
The  only  other  men  to  be  chosen  as  the 
first  citizens  of  their  provinces,  within 
the  age  of  two  score  years,  so  far  as  one 
can  remember,  were  Sir  Richard  McBride, 
the  retired  Premier  of  British  Columbia, 
and  Hon.  Walter  Scott,  of  Saskatchewan. 
The  leaders  in  the  House  of  Commons 
have  never  yet  been  under  fifty  years  of 
age.  While  referring  to  this  point  of 
youthfulness  in  public  men,  the  name  of 
Charles  A.  Dunning,  the  new  Provincial 
Treasurer  of  Saskatchewan,  naturally 
arises.  He  was  taken  into  the  Ministry 
on  the  same  day  that  W.  M.  Martin  be- 
came Premier.  Mr.  Dunning  only  a  short 
time  ago  celebrated  his  thirty-first  birth- 
day, and  he  promises  to  break  the  speed 
record  even  of  his  newly  appointed  chief- 
tain. 

Hon.  W.  M.  Martin  is  one  of  the  many 
good  men  which  old  Ontario  has  given  to 
Western  Canada;  and  to  go  further  back 
still,  he  is  the  descendant  of  one  of  the 
innumerable,  worthy  families  which 
Scotland  gave  in  the  first  place,  to  many 
districts  in  the  Eastern  provinces.  The 
head  of  the  Saskatchewan  Administration 
was  born  in  Norwich,  Ontario,  in  a  Pres- 
byterian manse.  His  father  is  Rev.  Wil- 
liam Martin,  who  lives  now  at  London, 
and  is  clerk  of  the  London  Presbytery. 
The  Martin  family  first  established  it- 
self in  this  country  at  the  little  Scotch 
town  of  Fergus.    There,  John  Martin  and 


William  M.  Martin,  "the  detest- 
Lloyd  George  of  the  Prairies" 
now    Premier    of   Saskatchewan. 

his  wife,  Jean  Munro,  raised  a  family  of 
five  sons  and  three  daughters.  Two  of 
the  sons  lived  to  represent  their  native 
County  of  Wellington  in  the  House  of 
Commons.  These  were  the  late  Thomas 
Martin,  M.P.,  and  the  late  Alexander  M. 
Martin,  M.P.,  of  Mount  Forest.  Two 
other  sons,  Donald  and  William,  became 
ministers  in  the  Presbyterian  Church, 
while  the  fifth  son,  Robert,  migrated  to 
Saskatchewan,  and  entered  business.  The 
three  daughters  and  the  five  sons  of  John 
Martin  and  Jean  Munro,  born  during  the 
pioneering  days  of  Wellington  county, 
have  in  their  turn  given  many  children  to 
the  new  districts  of  Western  Canada.  The 
new  Premier  is  one  of  them,  and  one  of 
a  hundred  or  more  cousins  who  have  es- 
tablished themselves  in  Saskatchewan,  all 
within  a  short  distance  of  Regina.  The 
"Martins"  and  the  "Balfours"  are  more 
familiar  family  names  to-day  in  central 
Saskatchewan  than  they  are  in  north  Wel- 
lington, in  Ontario,  where  the  first  of  the 
line  in_ Canada  resided. 

"^^  OT  long  after  the  arrival  of  "William 
Melville,"  at  the  manse  in  Norwich, 
the  Rev.  William  Martin  moved  to  Exe- 
ter, in  the  County  of  Huron.  Between  the 
common  school  in  Exeter  and  the  high 
school  in  the  neighboring  town  of  Clinton, 
W.  M.  Martin  secured  his  early  education. 
In  the  fall  of  1894,  he  went  up  to  the 
University  of  Toronto,  and  determined  to 
study  classics  in  the  Faculty  of  Arts.  He 
graduated  with  the  highest  honors  in  his 
classical  course,  in  1898,  after  having  en- 
joyed a  college  career  in  which  the  Uni- 
versity College  "Lit."  and  the  athletic 
activities  of  the  campus  figured  quite  as 
prominently  as  the  class-room.  After 
securing  a  specialist's  certificate  for 
the  teaching  of  classics,  Mr.  Martin  took 


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the  position  of  classical  master  in  the 
Hariiston  high  school  for  two  years.  In 
1901  he  entered  Osgoode  Hall  and  com- 
menced the  study  of  law,  being  connected 
for  a  period  of  two  years,  in  Toronto, 
with  the  firm  of  Robinette  and  Godfrey. 
Mr.  Robinette,  speaking  to  the  writer 
about  Martin's  appointment  as  Premier 
of  Saskatchewan,  and  recalling  his  stud- 
ent days  in  the  law  office,  said:  "When- 
ever anyone  wanted  him,  nearly  always 
he  was  to  be  found  in  the  library.  He  was 
absorbed  rather  with  the  theory  and  study 
of  law  in  those  days  than  with  the  actual 
practice  of  it."  This  bit  of  te.stimony 
coincided  with  the  fact  that  the  student  in 
question,  during  his  course  at  Osgoode 
Hall,  managed  to  capture  two  scho- 
larships; and  the  words  of  Mr.  Robinette 
also  constitute  an  interesting  sidelight  on 
the  man  who  blossomed  forth  into  public 
life  on  the  Western  plains  a  few  years 
after    leaving   Toronto. 

During  that  period  of  study  at  the  law 
school,  young  Martin  paid  his  own  way. 
The  savings  of  two  years  as  a  teacher 
werer  supplemented  by  current  earnings 
realized  from  tutoring  three  evenings  a 
week  in  a  night  school,  and  from  the 
reporting  of  Osgoode  Hall  news  for  one  of 
the  city  dailies.  His  goal  was  law  from 
the  day  he  entered  high  school,  and  his 
career  has  been  a  good  example  of  success 
waiting  upon  the  man  who  from  his  youth 
has  been  guided  by  a   definite  objective. 

'TpHE  West  claimed  W.  M.  Martin  in 
-*•  1903,  when  he  went  to  Regina  and 
entered  a  partnership  in  law  with  his 
cousin,  James  Balfour.  The  Province  of 
Saskatchewan  was  just  being  formed  at 
that  time,  and  the  City  of  Regina,  then, 
was  not  much  more  than  a  large  prairie 
town.  The  problems  of  the  West  have 
really  developed  since  the  first  years  of 
the  present  century,  and  W.  M.  Martin, 
instinctively  stirred  by  the  pioneer's  in- 
terest in  the  new  virgin  country  about 
him,  with  its  thousands  of  new  peoples, 
took  root  instantly  and  naturally  on  the 
prairie.  He  liked  the  country  and  the 
people,  and  they  soon  liked  him.  The  rad- 
ical progressiveness  of  Western  life,  the 
iinlimitcd  aspirations  of  a  new  society, 
found  a  receptive  and  sympathetic  mind 
in  the  young  lawyer  whose  forbears  in 
the  early  'fifties  had  come  up  out  of  the 
forests  of  old  Ontario.  In  the  quiet  and 
peaceful  rural  districts  of  north-western 
Ontario,  at  the  University  of  Toronto, 
and  during  the  days  of  study  in  Osgoode 
Hall,  this  man  was  getting  at  first  prin- 
ciples, which  were  reserved  almost  in  toto 
for  application  in  the  West.  He  went 
West  when  his  preliminary  training  was 
complete,  without  feeling  the  touch  of 
practice  in  the  East.  He  was  fresh  and 
ready  for  the  West,  and  the  country  re- 


ceived and  treated  him  well  from  the  very 
first. 

With  the  creation  of  the  two  new  pro- 
vinces, Saskatchewan  and  Alberta,  and 
the  withdrawal  of  Walter  Scott  from  the 
House  of  Commons  to  become  the  first 
Premier  of  Saskatchewan,  W.  M.  Mar- 
tin first  stepped  into  the  political  arena. 
He  was  chosen  to  succeed  Mr.  Scott  at  Ot- 
tawa, as  the  Liberal  representative  from 
Regina,  and  in  1908,  exactly  five  years 
after  leaving  Ontario,  he  was  returned 
to  the  Federal  Parliament  with  a  major- 
ity over  his  opponent  of  more  than  700 
votes.  In  1911,  Mr.  Martin  was  re-elected 
from  the  same  constituency  by  a  majority 
of  more  than  1100.  For  eight  years  he 
has  been  an  active  member  at  Ottawa. 
Not  long  after  he  had  first  taken  his  seat 
in  the  House  of  Commons,  the  member  for 
Regina  was  referred  to,  more  or  less, 
bitterly  by  an  opponent  as  "that  de- 
testable young  Lloyd  George  from  the 
prairies."  Although  there  is  no  more  phy- 
sical resemblance  between  the  "little 
Welsh  giant"  and  the  Hon.  W.  M.  Martin 
than  there  is  between  a  mountain  and 
a  mole  hill,  that  allusion  to  the  latter, 
made  some  years  ago  at  Ottawa,  during 
the  course  of  debate,  has  stuck  fast.  It 
no  doubt  was  provoked  by  the  intensity 
of  the  Regina  member's  speeches  on  that, 
as  well  as  every  other,  occasion  in  which 
he  was  called  upon  to  address  the  House. 
His  style  in  debate,  and  on  the  public 
platform  resembles  in  spirit  that  of  the 
lacrosse  player  of  fifteen  years  ago,  dash- 
ing to  the  attack,  with  every  ounce  of 
energy  in  action,  and  determination  writ- 
ten in  every  line  of  face  and  body.  In  the 
House  of  Commons,  W.  M.  Martin  was 
not  a  frequent  speaker.  He  never  rose 
from  his  seat  to  take  part  in  debate  un- 
less he  had  something  to  say,  and  unless 
he  had  that  particular  something  clearly 
outlined  and  prepared  to  his  mind.  Con- 
sequently whenever  his  six  feet  three 
inches  of  stature  towered  over  the  floor 
of  the  House,  the  press  men,  as  well  as 
his  fellow  members,  knew  that  there  was 
good  "copy"  coming. 

The  words  of  his  speech  pour  forth  in 
a  torrent  of  language  which  is  always 
well  chosen  and  indicative  of  the  work- 
ings of  a  classically  trained  mind.  Be- 
hind the  mere  qualities  of  diction,  W.  M. 
Martin's  speeches  reveal  the  forceful 
power  of  conviction,  reflected  in  the 
stern  expression  of  a  fine  face,  in  the  glow 
of  fire  through  eyes  which  usually  are  in 
genial  repose,  and  in  the  strong  resonant 
tones  of  a  splendid  voice.  The  whole  per- 
sonality of  the  man  is  expressive  of  an 
honest,  rugged  strength,  which  could 
never  fail  in  leading  those  who  might  fol- 
low him,  in  a  clean,  straight  course. 

In  Saskatchewan  as  well  as  the  other 
Middle   Western   provinces,   the   place   of 


the  women  in  the  community  is  just  a 
little  more  important  than  it  is  elsewhere 
in  the  Dominion.  To  vote  in  all  matters 
pertaining  to  the  Administration  of  the 
province,  is  now  the  right  of  women,  as 
well  as  men,  in  Saskatchewan.  Women, 
moreover,  may  be  elected  to  the  Legisla- 
ture of  that  province,  if  they  so  desire. 
A  sketch  of  the  present  Premier  of  Sas- 
katchewan would  be  incomplete,  there- 
fore, if  it  omitted  reference  to  that  other 
first  citizen  of  the  province,  his  wife. 
W.  M.  Martin  was  not  so  much  of  a  West- 
erner that  he  did  not  return  to  Ontario 
in  1906  to  marry  the  lady  of  his  choice — 
Violetta  Thompson,  the  daughter  of  the 
late  Walter  Thompson,  of  Mitchell.  She, 
like  her  hu.sband,  found  congenial  soil  in 
Western  Canada  where  the  need  of  a  wo- 
man's influence  is  still  even  greater  than 
that  of  men.  Her  interest  in  the  aff"airs 
of  Saskatchewan  and  the  West  from  the 
very  first  has  been  active  and  genuine. 
Despite  the  duties  involved  in  the  rearing 
of  a  family  of  three  young  boys,  Mrs. 
Martin  has  been  able  to  do  valuable  ser- 
vice amongst  the  women  of  her  country, 
as  provincial  president  of  the  Daughters 
of  the  Empire,  whose  story  she  told  so 
well  at  the  big  Dominion  convention  of 
that  Imperial  Order,  in  Toronto,  last 
May.  Capable,  efficient,  and  possessing 
a  personal  charm  which  has  won  for  he'- 
many  friends  at  Ottawa,  Toronto  and 
elsewhere  in  Ontario,  and  most  of  all,  in 
her  own  Province  of  Saskatchewan,  tho 
Premier's  wife  readily  enters  her  new 
position  of  responsibility  with  qualifica- 
tions as  equally  deserving  as  those  of  her 
distinguished   husband. 

W.  M.  Martin  has  taken  office  in  Sas- 
katchewan at  a  critical  time  both  in  the 
affairs  of  his  party  and  of  his  province. 
The  investigations  which  have  been  in 
progress  under  the  direction  of  Royal 
Commissions,  during  the  past  six  months, 
have  disturbed  the  public  mind,  and  al- 
though not  the  slightest  personal  reflec- 
tion has  been  cast  as  yet  on  the  old  Scott 
ministry,  the  next  election  irt  Saskatche- 
wan which  is  due  within  the  coming  year, 
will  be  undoubtedly  a  severe  test  for  the 
present  Liberal  Government.  It  is  a  pros- 
pect which  calls  for  the  leadership  of  a 
r^-trong  man,  and  in  the  new  Premier,  the 
reins  of  office  have  been  placed  in  the 
hands  of  one  who  in  the  past  has  r.ever 
been  displeased  or  disheartened  over  the 
indications  of  a  lusty  fight.  All  he  will 
ask  is  that  the  contest  may  be  a  fair  one, 
and  to  the  more  deserving  side  go  the 
honors.  As  was  said  at  the  beginning, 
W.  M.  Martin  thus  far  in  a  short  but  full 
career,  has  shown  a  marked  ability  "to 
return  with  the  ball." 

Can  he  do  it  again  in  Saskatchewan, 
in  the  biggest  league  match  in  which  he 
has  ever  participated? 


A  FINE  NEW  SERIAL-SOON 

A  new  serial  story  by  Arthur  E.  McFaxlane,  "The  Great  Mogul,"  will  start  in  an  early  issue.  It  is 
decidedly  the  best  he  has  ever  written,  brimful  of  mystery,  adventure  and  romance,  starting  in  Canada 
and  ending  in  India — the  kind  of  story  that  makes  the  montli  that  elapses  betw-een  instalments  seem  a 
long  time  indeed. 


The  Anatomy  of  Love 

By  Arthur  Stringer 

Author  of  "The  Prairie  Wife,"  "The  Counterfeiters,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards 


"A' 


ND  the  bug  inter- 
vened, in  the  nick 
of  time,"  answer- 
ed Anne,  without  looking 
at  him. 

"Anne,"  he  went  on  more  passionately 
now,  "can't  you  see  that  I  need  you  and 
want  you,  from  the  bottom  of  my  heart! 
I  have  always  needed  and  wanted  you. 
But  now  I  know  I  couldn't  live  and  be 
happy  without  you!  I've  just  had  my 
eyes  opened  to  what  it  means,  to  what 
it  may  do,  this  love  you  have  brought  out 
into  the  light.  I  know  I  can't  offer  you 
much,  Anne— I've  lost  and  surrendered  so 
many  things.  But  I  can't  lose  and  sur- 
render you!     It's  you— you— you " 

"Oh,  are  you  sure  of  that?"  she  asked, 
a  little  tremulously. 

"I  know  it  as  surely  as  I  know  that 
you're  too  good  and  pure  and  noble-heart- 
ed for  me.  I  know  it  as  surely  as  I  know 
that  all  my  life  would  go  toward  trying 
to  make  your  life  as  full  and  happy  and 
complete  as  it  ought  to  be!" 

It  was  from  no  momentary  tumult  of 
the  blood  that  he  was  speaking,  he  knew 
only  too  well;  it  was  builded  on  founda- 
tions that  lay  deeper  than  feeling.  It 
was  no  boyish  emotion  that  had  shaken 
him  out  of  that  old  encysting  shell  of  his 
former  life.  It  was  hunger  and  want 
made  manifest.  It  was  a  propulsion,  mys- 
terious, implacable,  that  henceforth  for 
good  or  evil  must  rule  all  his  life. 

"Can't  you  learn  to  love  me,  Anne?" 
he  pleaded. 

"But  ther«  would  always  be  the  bugs!" 
she  mocked,  laughing  now  a  little.  He  could 
see  though  it  was  through  her  tears. 

She  had  not  intended  to  surrender  to 
him  at  that  moment,  or  in  that  way ;  but 
to  her  sudden  bewilderment  she  found 
herself  in  Macraven's  subjugating  arms. 
And  as  suddenly,  almost,  time  and  the 
world,  the  past  and  the  future,  fell  away 
from  her,  forgotten,  obliterated.  For  his 
lips  had  met  hers,  and  she  had  quivered 
and  relaxed  and  paled  under  his  first  kiss 
of  passion. 

She  drooped  and  started  away  from 
him,  with  a  little  gasp,  staring  at  him 
out  of  sad  yet  startled  eyes. 

"Oh,"  she  mourned.  "Oh!  Oh!"  And 
she  knew  that  hopeles."  little  cry  was  the 
requiem  of  her  lost  girlhood.  She  had 
scarcely  expected  that,  from  him.  He 
had  not  been  kind  to  her;  she  was  sud- 
denly almost  afraid  of  the  dominating 
fierceness  through  which  he  had  swayed 
her. 

Yet  she  was  not  altogether  afraid,  nor 
altogether  sorry.  Nor  did  her  first  shame 
still  submerge  her.  For  when  he  caught 
her  still  again,  and  held  her  there  in  his 


Concluding     Instalment 


arms,  it  was  her  unresisting  mouth  that 
he  kissed,  over  and  over  again :  "Oh,  I  do 
love  you,  my  own,  I  do — I  do!" 

CHAPTER  XVII. 

THE  TOWER  OF  ASPIRATION. 

THE  evening  train  that  connected  the 
Arcadian  and  hill-muffled  village  of 
Cedar  Hills  with  a  hurrying  and  fretting 
outside  world  was  an  "accommodation," 
apparently  touched  with  the  tranquility 
of  the  quiet  valleys  through  which  it 
crept.  For  this  train  seemed  always  to  go 
its  own  sweet  way  in  its  own  slow  time,  as 
though  reluctant  to  plunge  into  the  quick- 
er currents  of  life  awaiting  it  just  beyond 
the  calms  of  Chatboro  Junction. 

Yet  Anne  and  Macraven,  alone  on  the 
back  platform  of  the  last  coach,  seemed 
to  find  their  rate  of  travel  quite  fast 
enough.  They  sat  side  by  side,  on  the 
dusty  car-steps,  as  they  twined  and  rum- 
bled past  farmlands  and  odorous  forests 
of  pine,  and  blue  little  valleys  cut  with 
the  silver  blade  of  a  single  stream,  and 
wide  and  rolling  hills  that  lost  them- 
selves in  the  darkness  of  the  gathering 
night. 

They  did  not  talk  much,  that  solitary 
couple,  but  their  very  silences  seemed 
companionable  and  eloquent  of  things  un- 
uttered,  as  they  sat  there  hand  in  hand, 
swaying  to  the  movement  of  the  car- 
trucks  along  the  roughly  ballasted  road- 
bed. 

Anne  was  gazing  out  at  the  scattered 
lights  of  the  little  hamlets,  as  their  train 
crawled  in  and  out  between  the  envelop- 
ing hills,  and  at  the  solitary  lighted  win- 
dows of  the  lonely  country  homesteads, 
blinking  solemnly  out  of  the  blackness  of 
ths  night  at  them. 

"To  think  that  people — people  neither 
you  nor  I  know,  live  there — and  there — 
and  there!"  murmured  Anne,  as  they 
threaded  their  way  through  the  dark- 
ness. 

"And  every  light  a  home,"  said  Mac- 


Suddenly  in  the  midst  of 
the  hills,  their  train  came 
to  a  stop.  They  neither 
knew  nor  cared  why,  as 
they  sniffed  the  warm  and  odorous  night 
air,  with  its  musky  smell  of  marshlands, 
and  its  heavier  perfumes  of  wet  grass  and 
wild-flowers.  They  listened  to  the  quiet 
country  noises,  the  bark  of  a  dog,  the  low- 
ing of  distant  cattle,  the  thin,  insistent 
piping  of  katydids  and  crickets,  and  a 
vast  sense,  of  peace  possessed  their  souls. 
Macraven  looked  upward  at  the  stars. 
Anne  followed  the  direction  of  his  gaze, 
pinning  her  dark  travelling-veil  close  up 
over  her  hat-brim. 

"That  is  Venus,  see,  marching  up  out 
of  the  East,"  he  said.  "And  those  are  the 
Pleiades,  there,  just  above  us.  And  there, 
to  the  North  is  the  Great  Bear,  wheeling 
about  the  Polar  Star " 


"It  makes  me  frightened  and  lonesome, 
in  some  way,"  answered  Anne.  And  she 
sighed  on  her  lover's  shoulder,  oppressed 
by  the  complexity  and  vastness  of  earthly 
life.  "It's  so  big  and  wide  and  blind,  this 
awful  world — it  frightens  me!" 

"I  wonder,"  asked  Macraven,  "if  some- 
time somebody  will  see  our  lights,  down 
at  Amboro,  and  feel  lonesome  as  he  goes 
on  again  through  the  night?" 

She  clasped  his  arm,  gratefully,  at  this 
strangely  consoling  thought.  After  all, 
he  was  all  she  had  now,  she  told  herself, 
forlornly. 


"As  Life  wheels  about  Love,"  inter- 
rupted Anne,  with  almost  a  coo  of  content. 

"No,  as  I  must  always  wheel  about 
you,"  solemnly  corrected  Macraven.  "For 
that  is  the  North  Star,  and  it  never  moves. 
It  is  as  true  and  steadfast  as — as  Anne 
herself.  And  that  is  the  way  my  life 
shall  always  turn  and  revolve  about  her, 
from  this  day  on !" 

"Do  you  know  that  you're  a  rhapsodist, 
after  all?"  crooned  Anne,  happily. 

"Then  you  made  me  one!" 

"Silly!"  she  said,  on  his  shoulder. 

"Sybil  said  I  was  a  bug-hunter,"  he  de- 
murred. It  seemed  very  long  ago,  those 
last  days  with  Sybil.  He  still  wondered 
at  the  girl's  passionate  outbreak,  as  she 
said  good-bye  to  Anne  and  him.  He  was 
still  a  little  disturbed,  too,  at  that  impul- 
sive farewell  kiss  through  her  incon- 
gruous tears. 

"Poor  Sybil,"  he  said,  aloud. 

"Yes,  poor  Sybil,"  murmured  Anne. 
"After  all,  she  was  sorry  to  see  us  go!" 

Macraven  was  vaguely  and  idly  won- 
dering which  of  the  sibyls  of  old  she  might 
have  stood  for,  Erythrean,  Delphian,  or 
Phrygian? 

"And  you  were  never  really  jealous  of 
Sybil?"  asked  the  man  of  truth,  a  little 
uneasily. 

Anne  looked  up  from  his  shoulder. 

"Of  course  not,"  she  answered.  "No- 
more  than  I  could  be  of  a  bunch  of  lilacs 
that  took  your  mind  off  your  work,  or  a 
bird  that  made  your  holiday  seem  bright- 
er. No,  I'm  glad  of  Sybil.  I  feel  grate- 
ful to  think  that  you  knew  her — for  it 
was  Sybil  who  helped  to  bring  us  to — to 
each  other!" 

"Who  helped  me,"  he  corrected. 

THERE  was  silence  for  a  moment  or 
two,  and  then  he  said:  "I  must  see 
what  I  can  do  for  young  Sewell,  when  I 
get  back,  for  her  sake." 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


:ii 


The  pressure  of  Anne's  hand  on  his  arm 

was  her  grateful  response  to  this. 

"Which  did  you  say  were  the  Pleiades?" 
she  asked,  at  last,  turning  her  face  up  so 
that  her  profile  stood  close  and  clear-cut 
against  the  muffling  gloom. 

The  happy  young  Professor  of  Anthro- 
pology pointed  out  to  her  the  fabled  seven 
daughters  of  Atlas. 

"Merope,  you  see,  is  the  dim  one,  be- 
cau.se  she  married  a  mortal.  There's  a 
moral  in  that,  Anne,  for  you  and  me." 

Before  she  had  time  to  answer  he  had 
noticed  her  upturned  veil  and  had  stooped 
and  kissed  her  starward  looking  face. 

"You  a7-c  a  rhapsodist!"  said  Anne, 
with  conviction. 

"Wasn't  it  you  who  quoted  to  me  what 
Herbert  Spencer  wrote  about  being  a  boy 
as  long  as  you  can?"  demanded  Macraven. 
"I  wish  we  could,"  said  Anne,  simply, 
waywardly  saddened  at  the  thought  that 
all  their  earlier  youth  was  over  and  done. 
With  them,  now  it  could  never  be  the  rap- 
ture and  abandon  of  life's  riotous  sun- 
rise. It  would  be  the  soft  and  luminous 
beauty  of  afternoon,  always,  touched,  per- 
haps, with  strange  and  passing  regrets, 
but  all  the  more  poignantly  appealing, 
perhaps,  because  of  those  more  autumnal 
enriching  moods. 

"Oh,  if  we  could  never  grow  old!"  cried 
out  the  happy  woman,  wistfully,  with  her 
eyes  still  on  the  timeless  stars.  "If  we 
could  only  go  on  and  on  and  on,  like  this, 
being  always  happy!  If  we  could  only 
always  be  young,  you  and  I,  dear,  and 
never  let  the  years  take  the  beauty  out  of 
our  lives,  and  the  poetry  out  of  our  souls! 
If  we  could  always  be  young  and  hopeful 
in  heart,  just  as  we  are  now!" 

"But  why  can't  we?'  asked  the  man  at 
her  side,  touched  into  wonder  by  the  wist- 
fulness  of  her  voice. 

"Oh,  we  can,  I  know  we  can,  if  we  want 
to!"  declared  Anne,  passionately.  "For 
after  all,"  she  continued,  softly,  "youth 
is  in  the  heart.  It  is  an  attitude,  a  feel- 
ing of  the  soul,  and  not  an  accident  of 
years!" 

"It's  a  secret,  that  comes  with  love," 
contended  the  man  of  science. 

"No,  not  through  love  alone,"  said  hon- 
est Anne.  "But  it's  a  secret  that  we  can 
hold  and  hug  to  our  breasts.  It's  a  secret 
that  Sybil,  with  all  her  youth,  knew  some- 
thing of." 

"She  knew,  but  she  never  knew  that 
she  knew,"  qualified  the  man  of  thought. 
"And  it's  that  that  makes  it  better  and 
richer." 

"That's  why  we  must  march  with  the 
young,"  admitted  Anne,  ".iusrt  to  keep 
young.  That's  why — why  children  make 
life  so  full  and  deep.  That's  why  every 
woman,  without  knowing  it,  sometimes, 
wants  children." 

"Do  yoii?"  suddenly  asked  the  young 
Professor  of  Anthropology,  with  a  quaver 
in  his  voice. 

"We  need  them,"  said  honest  Anne,  in 
a  whisper. 

Still  again  a  silence  fell  over  them,  and 
again  they  could  hear  the  quiet  country 
sounds  through  the  darkness. 

"Do  you  know,  I  should  love  to  study 
astronomy  with  you,  sometime,  when  we 
are  back  at  Amboro,"  said  Anne,  with  her 
gaze  sweeping  the  lonely  heavens. 

"Wouldn't  it  be  fine,  from  the  top  of  the 


To   her  sudden   bewilderment  she  found 
herself  in  Macraven's  subjugating  arms. 


Tower,  on  clear  nights  like  this,"  said 
Macraven.  In  the  darkness,  however,  he 
winced  imperceptibly  at  the  memory  of 
Waggles. 

"I  think  it  would  make  us  more  con- 
tent, more  serene,  more  lifted  out  of  all 
our  little  worries  and  passions,  don't 
you?" 

MACRAVEN  was  gazing  at  Arcturus, 
glowing  with  its  reddish  light  low 
on  the  horizon.  He  saw  the  Milky  Way, 
rising  like  a  luminous  arch  from  the 
southern  skyline  and  passing  overhead  be- 
tween Orion  and  the  Twins,  fringing  the 
white-glowing  Capella  as  it  dipped  down 
the  north  again,  traversing  Cassiopeia 
and  finally  disappearing  behind  the  lonely 
ramparts  of  the  world. 

"I  think  every  one  should  study  astron- 


omy," he  said,  as  he  felt  Anne's  gaze  fol- 
lowing his  own.  "See,  there  is  the  giant 
Orion  lifting  his  club  of  clustered  stars  to 
smite  Taurus,  there  Taurus,  the  huge  bull 
with  vivid  red  Aldebaran  glimmering 
from  between  his  horns,  that  has  tossed 
the  seven  Pleiades,  tossed  them  like  a 
toreador's  spangled  scarf  across  his  broad 
flank.  There  he  goes,  like  a  bull,  too, 
down  the  course  of  its  arena,  swinging 
and  charging  round  the  curve  of  the 
Zodiac,  seeming  to  fling  the  star-dust 
aside  as  he  goes!" 

"Oh,  it  makes  me  feel  so  little  and 
lonely,"  Anne  complained,  leaning  closer 
to  him. 

"And  Ball  claims  there  are  thirty  mil- 
lions   of    them,    of   knowable    existence. 
Thirty  millions  of  them,  and  this  little 
lost  world  of  ours  only  one  of  them,  and 


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you  and  I  only  two  tiny  points  of  life 
lost  on  all  that  crowded  world  again!  I 
wonder,  Anne,  how  many  of  them  have 
men  and  women  on  them,  and  if  they  are 
happy — as  happy  as  we  are,  and  if  they 
ever  look  out  on  us,  as  we  are  looking  out 
on  them?" 

Anne  shuddered  a  little. 

"You  are  making  me  miserable!"  she 
wailed,  clinging  to  him  with  a  sudden 
piteous  inadequacy,  feeling  a  shadow 
creep  across  her  hour  of  too  full  and  too 
contented  happiness. 

AS  they  sat  there  the  train  started  on 
its  way  again,  and  Anne  felt  vaguely 
grateful  for  the  movement,  bringing  her, 
as  it  did,  once  more  back  to  materialities. 
She  huddled  closer  to  Macraven,  who  in 
turn  caught  at  the  brake-rod  to  steady 
himself. 

Silence  fell  over  them  still  again,  at  the 
soothing  and  rhythmic  chant  of  the  home- 
ward hurrying  wheels  along  the  rails. 

It  seemed  a  new  and  unknown  and  un- 
tried world  into  which  that  rumbling  car 
was  carrying  the  young  Professor  of  An- 
thropology. Yet  it  was  a  world  as  old 
as  men  and  women,  as  old  as  life  and  the 
stars  themselves.  He  let  his  uncoordin- 
ated thoughts  of  it  lead  and  lure  him  on, 
careless  of  where  each  path  and  by-way 
of  emotion  wandered,  contented  with  the 
passing     moment,     thoughtless     of     the 


strangeness  of  each  new  vista  that  was 
opening  out  before  the  eyes  of  his  languid 
wonder. 

He  paused  only  once,  with  his  old  habit 
of  life  reasserting  itself,  and  that  was  to 
draw  up  and  marvel  at  the  mysterious 
anaesthesia  which  the  culminating  period 
of  courtship  seemed  to  impose  on  con- 
sciousness, in  the  mating  or  newly-mated 
being.  He  would  make  a  note  of  the  phe- 
nomenon, for  future  use. 

Then  he  wondered,  absently,  if  it  was 
actually  advantageous  for  the  student  of 
psychology  to  experience  those  more  dis- 
rupting emotional  states  which  were  usu- 
ally studied  and  observed  objectively  in 
others.  From  this  time  forward,  he  was 
afraid,  he  would  find  it  hard  to  see  the 

forest  for  the  trees. 

• 

THEN,  coming  back  to  earth,  he  felt 
Anne  at  his  side,  and  decided  that  psy- 
chology, after  all,  was  a  matter  of  little 
importance.  It  was  a  thing  for  the  class- 
room. He  would  let  the  future  take  care 
of  itself.  Even  Psyche  had  been  repre- 
sented with  wings,  he  warned  himself. 

"Do  you  know,"  he  said  to  Anne,  "I  al- 
ways used  to  think  that  we  had  to  look 
down  on  life  from  one  of  two  towers,  I 
mean  from  one  of  two  opposing  and  in- 
congruous heights.  One  was  built  of 
jgranite,  huge  and  grim  and  hard — I  sup- 


pose you  would  call  it  the  tower  of  labor." 

"It  stood  just  beyond  the  Deanery  gar- 
dens, didn't  it?"  interrupted  Anne. 

"But  the  other  tower  was  different," 
went  on  Macraven.  "It  was  made  of 
ivory,  tall  and  fragile  and  slender.  And 
it  always  seemed  to  me  like  the  tower  of 
dreams,  the  home  of  beauty  and  aspira- 
tion. But  now  I  know  there  should  and 
can  be  only  one  tower  in  every  man's  life. 
It  must  be  of  granite  beneath — it  must 
be  bedded  on  actualitie.s — but  it  should  be 
tipped  with  the  fairest  of  ivory — crowned 
and  beautified,  I  mean,  with  young- 
heartedness  and  happiness." 

"What  made  you  think  of  that?"  she 
asked. 

"It  was  you  who  taught  it  to  me,"  was 
his  answer. 

"Anne,"  he  said,  out  of  the  ensuing 
silence. 

"What  is  it,  my  own?"  asked  Anne. 

"How  long  is  it  since  you  kissed  me?" 

"Silly!"  she  murmured,  happily, 
against  his  supporting  shoulder.  Then 
there  was  silence  again.  And  the  seven 
daughters  of  Atlas,  from  their  starry 
height,  seemed  to  look  down  and  draw 
nearer,  and  Venus,  enisled  in  her  lonely 
seas  of  space,  seemed  to  know  that  two 
lonely  mortals,  on  a  lonely  and  far  away 
world,  had  found  and  fathomed  love.        i 

THE  END. 


The  White  Comrade 


By  Katherine  Hale 

With  Painting  by  C.  Arnold  Slade 


A  Canadian  Soldier  Invalided  to  Eng- 
land Speaks. 

AND  so  we  left  Valcartier,  and  stole 
out 
Across  the  ocean — that  long  line 
of  ships 
"The  New  Armada,"  trailing  slowly  out 
Across  that  bridge  of  water  to  the  land 
Where  life  and  death  indeed  had  met  as 

one. 
And  each  man  as  he  smoked  and  shuffled 

cards, 
Or  drilled  his  squad  upon  tne  sunny  deck, 
Each   man   was   conscious   through   that 

great  good  time 
That  into  life  a  nobler  friend  had  come 
To  be  denied  or  loved  as  each  one  chose. 

A  strong  inevitable  friend,  so  near 
That  we  should  touch  him  in  the  passing 

soon: 
That  young-old  friend  that  life  has  long 

named  Death. 

At  Salisbury  we  lived  and  moved  in  mud. 
Talked   mud,  felt  mud,   and   slept  in   it 

knee-deep. 
England  we  felt  not.    Only  lived  the  day. 
And  fell   at  night  to  leaden   dreams  of 

home. 


Then     France,    and    sudden    springtime 

bourgeoning. 
Oh,    bourgeoning,    indeed,    with    ardent 

hopes ! 
I  cannot  tell  you  what  that  change  was 

like: 
I  wish  that  words  were  colors  or  were 

notes 
Then  I  would  go  past  red  to  violet  tones 
To  give  you  back  that  vibrancy  of  air. 
That  selfless,  sacrificing,  vital  mood, 
That  almost  jocund  feeling  of  rebound 
Towards  the  great  fight  for  liberty  and 

right. 
That  animated  France  those  first  spring 

days. 
The  vear  was  young,  and  in  the  lovely 

land 
New  life  was  waking  ardent,  eager-eyed : 
The  very  air  called  welcome,  and  we  left 
Homesickness  far  behind.  We  summoned 

mirth 
And  whistled  down  those  roads  all  poplar 

lined. 
We    laughed    at    mud    that    April    winds 

would  dry, 
And  in  that  grey  square  Market  Place 

at 

Where  we  marched  past  the  staff  and  gave 

salute. 


There  was  baptized  a  new  affinity, 
Young  Canada  with  France  and  England 

blent. 
I  tell  you  hearts  beat  faster,  hopes  rode 

high. 
The  air  was  lighter,  keener,  there  was  joy. 
Great  joy,  in  our  swift  entrance  to  the 

fight 
That   closed    about    us   fast    those    April 

hours.  0 

I  think  that  never  in  its  hottest  hour 
Was  love  so  lovely  or  life  so  supreme 
As  in  those  sudden  days  of  leaf  and  bud. 
Of  bird  song,  and  that,  quickening  of  the    , 

heart 
That  heralds  Great  Adventure  to  the  ."ouL 
There    was    the    night    we    marched    on 

Neuve  Chapelle; 
Thousands  of  shadows  in  a  shadow  host. 
Beyond    lay    German    legions,    and    that 

zone 
Invisible,  illusive,  moving  on 
That  men  have  called  "The  Front." 

Fancy  your  heart 
Moving  with  other  shadows  all  that  nieht. 
Knowing   yourself   not   flesh    at   all,    but 

one — 
One  pulse-beat  in  the  world's  great  heart 

of  flame. 


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Perhaps  a  whistling  youth  on  days  of  sun, 
One   among   shadows    on    this    night   of 

nights, 
Moving  with  other  shadows  all  night  long. 
One   leaving  little  lives  far,  far  behind, 
One  pressing  on  with   thousands  of  his 

kind 
To   answer   that  great  question   life   has 

asked 
Each  one  upon  his  hilltop  back  at  home. 

We  three  marched  near  together  through 

old  France, 
Together  trenched  those  days  at  Neuve 

Chapelle, 
And  saw  the  heavens  open  and  fires  de- 
scend, 
.\nd  felt  the  roar  of  such  a  cannonade 
As  all  the  world  of  battles  had  not  known. 
The  French  lay  close  beside  us,  and  near 

them 
The  lithe,  brown  men  from  India — heroes 

they. 
We  felt  like  children  just  discarding  toys 
In   face  of  those  whose   souls  had   long 

known  war. 
Whose  spirits  flashed  like  rapiers  in  the 

face 
Of  the  Great  Danger.     They  were  men, 

indeed, 
Whom  it  was  good  to  look  upon  and  know. 

And  in  those  nights  they  learned  of  as 

to  say. 
When  German  flares  lit  up  the  evening 

skies, 
"Behold  the  Northern  Lights!" 

St.  Julien  came. 
And  that  wild  night  in  which  old  Edward 

fell. 
Those  hours  are  hard  to  speak  about  at 

all. 
They  went  by  like  a  flash  in  which  we 

moved 
As  one  man  altogether,  and  the  hours 
Flared  up  to  heaVen  like  a  burning  tech. 


"h 


"Come   Unto  Me." 


-Painted  by    C.  Arnold  Slade. 


Nigel  and  I,  one  night  just  after  Ypres, 
Were  struggling  with  our  ancient  college- 
French, 
Talking,  or  stumbling  into  talk,  with  one 
Called    Rene    Paule,    from    an    adjacent 

trench. 
Who  had  been  wounded  in  an  early  fight. 
And  he  with  eloquence  and  poetry 
Like  all  his  vivid  race,  made  haste  to  tell 
Of  a  strange  rumor  we  had  heard  before; 
How  in   the  depth  of  plain   unvarnished 

hell. 
Quivering  with  anguish   po  he  could  not 

move, 
And    waiting    for    the    stretcher-bearers 

call. 
He  suddenly  felt  healing,  cool  and  sweet. 
As  you  might  feel  a  fan  on  a  hot  day 
Swayed  by  an  unseen  hand.     And  softly 

then 
Closing  his  eyes  on  blessed,  stealing  sleep 
He  felt  a  touch  and,  looking  up,  beheld 
The    kindest,    sweetest   eyes    in    all    the 

world. 
It  was  a  Comrade  in  the  khaki  brown. 
His  face  was  tired,  but  the  eyes  were  keen 
And  tender  as  a  dewy  flower  at  dawn. 
And   Rene,  feeling  once  again   the   pain. 
Grasped  the  hand  tight,  and  looked  into 

the  eyes 


For    succor,    and    they    held    him    there, 

serene. 
And  slowly,  slowly  conquered  the  strong 

pain. 
And  Rene  saw  the  khaki  melt  away 
Until  the  Comrade  seemed  all  wrapt  in 

white 
As  though  sheer  light  had  woven  a  robe 

for  him, 
And  his  strong  eyes  gleamed  like  an  azure 

flame. 
And    he    held    Rene   through    the    bitter 

night. 
Until  the  stretcher-bearers  came  at  dawn. 

"So  the  White  Comrade  often  comes,  my 

friends," 
He  said  to  us,  and  smiling,  mused  awhile. 
"These  fields  are  not  so  diflicult  in  death ; 
Whether  live  or  die  it  all  seems  one. 
He  has  come  back  to  us  because  we  die. 
As  he  did,  long  ago,  for  love  of  man." 

Often  we  talked  of  Edward,  and  he 

seemed 
To    march     beside    us    down   the   bright 

French  roads. 
We  moved  into  the  firing  line  once  more. 
So  close  the  German  lines,  there  only  lay 
An  orchard,  in  the  loveliness  of  May, 
Between  us  and  the  armies  of  the  Huns. 


Sometimes   I   think   that-  Festubert   will 

hold 
Rank  equal  with  St.  Julien,  for  those 
Who   lived  through   its  abandonment  of 

fire. 
It  was  the  Gunners'  day.    We  had  to  shell 
Those  trenches  that  were  fortresses  in- 
deed. 
And  pouring  hell's  own   native  thunder 

out. 
The  orchard  lay  between  us,  and  you  see 
We   simply  had   to   take   that   place   by 

storm. 
They  tried  to  ditch  us  with  their  hedge 

of  wire. 
We  plunged  and  made  for  gaps,  and  all 

the  while 
They  rained  on  us  artillery  fire,  until 
Ear  drums  were  stilled  and  nerves  quite 

ceased  to  work. 
Machine  gun,  shrapnel,  rifle-fire  as  one 
Kept  up  the  deadly  dance  of  death.    And 

we 
Dashed  at  them,  through  that  dance,  till 

hand  to  hand 
We  cleared  our  orchard,  or  they  say  we 

did. 
It  was  the  Gunners'  Day.     I  know  that 

much. 


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Some  of  the  fun   I  missed,  for   at  the 
*  "  height, 
Just    when     is     lost    completely    every 

thought 
Of  one's  own  entity,  or  reason  why 
It  is  not,  after  all,  good  sport  to  die 
In  such  a  whirlwind  of  emotion,  then. 
Out  of  a  little  puflf  of  air  it  came — 
The  one  shot  meant  for  me. 

I  fell  inert 
And  sank  into  unconsciousness,  till  one 
Dragging   me   off   made   torture   of   my 

wound. 
They  left  me  under  some  small  spreading 

shrubs! 
Surely  one  needed  shelter  from  the  sun 
And  hottest  air  that  ever  poured  on  pain. 
I  longed  for  water,  looked  for  human  aid. 
But  no  one  came.  Only  the  roar  of  guns 
And  a  far  distant  sound  that  meant  the 

play 
Of  men  in  action,  that  and  drilhng  pam 
Met  in  a  hideous  duet  of  war. 
I  called  to  Nigel  with  my  aching  mind 
And  knew  it  was  in  vain.    Again  I  called 
To  youth,   and  to  some   Force  in   other 

worlds 
That  might  put  me  to  death  or  ease  my 

pain. 
A  thousand  swords  were  running  through 

my  brain. 
The  blood  thumped  like  an  engine  in  my 

head. 
If    I    should    faint   the    Comrade    White 

might  come! 
Only  in  dreams,  in  dying  dreams  of  pain 
He  comes,  I  thought.    Or  else  it  is  quite 

vain 
To  trust  such  fairy  tales  as  Rene  told. 
Oh,  for  a  glass  of  water  I     It  was  noon 
And  o'er  the  grassy  plain  the  sleepy  hum 
Of  insects  moving  in  a  drowsy  swoon 
Sang  to  me  through  my  pain,  as  if  they 

were 
A  near  vibration  of  the  guns  of  war. 

"War,  war,  0  hot  and  hideous  and  hard. 
The  ways  you  lead,  the  deaths  you  make 

one  die! 
I  have  died  fifty  times  this  noon !"    So  ran 
The  anguished  brain  within  me,  on  and  on. 
All  the  long  way  of  quivering  mortal  woe. 
The  world  was  gone.     I.   swooning,   felt 

it  go. 
Was  at  the  point  of  nothingness,  when 

there. 
Moving  across   the  grass  on   hands   and 

knees. 
I  saw  a  brown-clad  figure  crawling  slow 
As  if  he  were  a  part  of  the  hot  plain. 
And  wandered  if  I'd  last  until  he  came. 

Never  that  troop  of  angels  in  the  air 
At  Mons  showed  brighter  wings  or  love- 
lier light 
Than   the  worn  khaki  of  that  Comrade 

dear. 
I  felt  thim  bind  my  wounds  with  tender 

touch, 
And   at   his    touch    the    ghosts   of    pain 

escaped. 
I  saw  him  smile  above  me,  and  I  swooned 
For  joy  of  waking  up  not  all  alone. 
I  begged,  "Stay  with  me  till  they  come!" 

And  then 
Looked  up  into  his  face  for  the  first  time 
And  saw  it  was  old  Edward  who  had  died 
At  Julien.     We  left  him  lying  there 


White  in  the  moonlight  as  we  all  rushed 

on. 
We  buried  him,   Edward  the  loved  and 

brave. 
And  now  I  stared  through  pain  and  saw 

his  face. 
I  saw  his  eyes,  shining  and  lit  with  love; 
The  old  eyes,  staunch  and  loyal  as  they 

were 
All  through  our  youth  together,  and  these 

days 
Of  the  great  camaraderie  of  war. 

"Edward,"    I    murmured,    and    he    only 

smiled 
And  waved  across  the  grass  right  at  the 

guns. 
Whose   thunder   sounded   fainter   in   my 

ears 
"How  did  you  come?"  I  asked  him,  as  I 

held 
Tight  to  his  hand,  that  big  brown  hand 

of  his. 
O,  it  was  good  to  die  and  have  him  back! 
For  I  had  died.    That  was  quite  clear  to 

me. 
He  only  said,  "The  pain  will  go,  old  chap." 
Just  the  same  voice,  with  the  accustomed 

burr 
Of  his   Scotch  father   sounding  through 

its  tones. 
And  we  sat  silent  in  the  burning  noon. 

Then   in   the  distance   two   small   figures 

moved, 
A   third   behind   them,   and   I   knew   the 

boys 
Bearing  the  stretchers  were  quite  close 

at  hand, 
And  Edward  waved  them  so  they  came 

on  fast. 
To  have  him  leave  me!    That  were  a  new 

death. 
And  something  told  me  that  he  could  not 

stay. 
"I    long   to    die,   just   now,   before   they 

come!" 
This  I  told  Edward  with  what  strength 

I  had. 
And  he  laughed   softly,   and   I  held   his 

hand. 
Looked  at  him  long,   until  the  blinding 

noon 
Came  to  bend  down  between  us,  and  his 

face, 
Tender   and   brown    and   kindly,   seemed 

enwrapt 
In  a  white  light,  mysterious  and  strong. 
Turning  the  khaki  silver.    And  the  hand 
Holding  me  fa.st  was  part  of  the  great 

light. 

I  closed  my  eyes.    And  now  the  boys  had 

come. 
Lifted  me  up,  taken  me  quite  away 
To  a  camp  hospital  where  Nigel  lay. 
Wounded  as  I  was,  out  of  all  vain  hope 
Of  further  fighting  for  a  long  half  year. 

The  stretcher-bearers'  story?  It  was  this. 
That  a  strange  glow  had  rested  on  the 

shrubs 
'Neath  which  I  lay.    J  u  fit  a  broad  patch 

of  light 
To  show  there  was  a  human  being  there 
In  need  of  human  aid.    And  so  they  came. 
"You  were  half  gone,  my  friend,"  they 

said  to  me, 
"It  was  a  wonder  that  we  saw  you  there! 


Strange  that  the  sun  so  centred  on  that 

spot!" 
And   Nigel,   when    I    told   him,   said,    "I 

think 
You  were  mistaken,  but  I  dare  not  say 
What  is  revealed  to  any  man  these  days. 
You  know  the  angels  that  appeared  at 

Mons ! 
Many   have    seen   bright   angels   on    the 

field. 
I  have  not  seen,  but  then  my  eyes  are  dim, 
My  vision  turns  back  home  so  constantly. 
If  I  were  dying  I  should  think  of  her. 
She  is  my  Christ,  my  angel  and  my  hope. 
Before  each  battle  I  make  prayers  to  her,   , 
And  so  the  earthly  love  is  still  my  goal. 
There  are  two  Comrades  Love  and  Lone- 
liness, 
Perhaps  Christ  enters  when  we  touch  the 

last. 
Loneliness  waiteth  long,  until  we  give 
The  last  glad  hold  we  have  on  life,  and  I — 
I  have  not  given  yet  my  hold  on  life." 
*  *  *  * 

And  now  in  this  green  England  that  we 
saw 

Smiling  and  happy  in  our  early  dreams. 

We  two  are  marking  time,  looking  at  hills 

And  these  small  village  streets,  and  play- 
ing cards 

And  telling  yarns,  and  idling  in  the  sun. 

And  as  we  limp  about  and  wait,  sing 
songs. 

Exchange  the  tales  of  trench  and  hot  as- 
sault 

And  hear  again  the  whistling  shrapnel 
call. 

Muse  in  the  firelight,  laugh  at  old  alarms, 

And  wait  impatient  to  be  off  again. 

Sometimes  we  two,  amid  the  comrades 
here. 

Sometimes  we  two  go  silent.  Then  look 
up 

To  see  if  we  can  find  in  others'  eyes 

A  knowledge  that  has  grown  with  us 
.  from  out 

The  fields  of  France.  ,When  in  those  aw- 
ful nights 

Some  of  us  heard  a  rumor,  saiv  a  Form. 
*  *  *  * 

And  so,  my  friends,  this  word  I  bring  to 

you 
Hot  from  the  hell  of  conflict  whence  I 

come 
Where    life    and    death,    binding    men's 

spirits  close. 
Have  sealed  a  certain  knowledge  on  our 

souls. 
Christ  has  come  back  to  earth  in   these 

great  days, 
I,  but  a  young  Canadian,  tell  you  this. 
The  story  of  our  battles:  Neuve  Chapelle, 
St.  Julien,  Festubert,  and  all  the  rest. 
They  have   been   told   already   scores   of 

times — 
Sung,  written,  painted,  burned  in  words  of 

flame. 
My  words  are  homely  as  a  tallow  dip, 
As  crude  as  that,  but  just  as  stoutly  true. 
Christ  has  come  back  to  earth   in   these 

great  days. 
He  has  come  back,  as  in  the  centuries  past 
He  suddenly  appeared  upon  the  streets 
Of  old  Judean  towns.     Let  churches  talk 
Of  miracles  and  mangers  as  they  will 
That   helps   not,   hinders   not,    the   vital 

truth 

Continued  on  page  SI. 


Bilingualism  —  A  National  Iss 


By  Professor  C.  B.  Sissons 

EDITOR'S  NOTE. — Canadiang  are  beginning  to  realize  that  the  bilingual 
problem  is  a  serious  one,  but  it  is  probable  that  the  average  English-speaking 
Canadian  has  no  idea  how  deep-seated  and  all-pervading  w  the  feeling  among 
Uie  French-speaking  part  of  the  population  on  the  question.  Nor  is  the  bitter- 
ness confined  to  the  French-speaking  side.  Altogether  the  situation  contains 
the  elements  that  lead  to  bitter  sectional  strife  and  ultimately  even  to  the 
disruption  of  a  nation.  A  remedy  must  be  found,  and  without  delay;  and  the 
first  step  to  the  finding  of  a  remedy  must  necessarily  be  the  enlightenment  of 
the  public  on  the  broader  phases  of  the  situation.  In  the  accompanying  article 
Professor  Sissons  deals  with  the  bilingual  problem  from,  the  national  stand- 
point. He  tells  exactly  horv  Canada  as  a  whole  is  affected  by  the  war  of 
languages  in  the  schools  and  he  outlines  the  facts  clearly  and  impartially. 
He  presents  an  informative  article,  not  a  diatribe.  He  does  not  take  sides. 
Perhaps  no  man  in  Canada  is  better  fitted  to  speak  on  this  subject  than  is 
Professor  Sissons.  He  has  gone  to  all  parts  of  the  Dominion  and  sought  out 
the  schools  in  the  various  foreign  sections  where  the  language  equation  enters. 


SOME  five  years  ago,  Sir  James  Whit- 
ney was  reported  to  have  said  that 
there  were  no  bilingual  schools  in 
Ontario.  The  statement  caused  much 
editorial  laughter  in  certain  quarters,  but 
was  really  easier  to  deride  than  to  refute. 
The  word  "bilingual"  did  not  appear  in 
the  statutes;  and  how  could  our  makers 
of  laws  be  expected  to  know  it?  In  another 
sense,  as  well,  the  existence  of  bilingual 
schools  wfis  open  to  question.  A  bilin- 
gual school  ought  to  be  one  in  which  two 
languages  have  a  place  of  comparative 
equality,  and  a  bilingual  teacher  one  cap- 
able of  teaching  two  languages  with  com- 
paratively equal  efficiency.  Thus  defined 
it  is  difficult  to  find  bilingual  schools 
anywhere  in  Canada  and  exceedingly  diffi- 
cult, if  not  impossible,  to  find  them  within 
the  borders  of  Ontario.  However,  the 
public  is  not  to  be  convinced  that  bilin- 
gual schools  are  non-existent  at  a  time 
wheH  the  whole  country  is  keenly  alive 
to  the  perplexing  problems  created  by 
their  presence. 

The  purpose  of  the  present  article  is 
twofold.  It  aims  in  the  first  place  to  show 
that  the  language  question  is  of  national 
importance;  it  is  not  a  mere  squabble  be- 
1;ween  the  French-Canadians  of  the  border 
•counties  of  Ontario,  backed  by  Quebec  na- 
tionalists, and  the  educational  authorities 
in  Toronto  supported  in  some  sort  by  such 
strange  yoke-fellows  as  the  Orange  order 
and  the  Irish  Catholics.  In  the  second 
-place  it  ventures  to  contend  that  a  solu- 
tion may  be  found  which  will  satisfy  all 
T)ut  those  few  irreconcilables  who  are  de- 
veloped in  any  quarrel  and  who  must 
•always  be  disregarded  in  the  final  decision. 
In  other  words  the  article  is  in  tone  con- 
ciliatory rather  than  dogmatic  and  in 
scope  national  rather  than  provincial. 

Y^UR  great  problem  here  at  home  in 
^^  Canada  is  the  welding  together  into 
a  united  whole  of  the  various  elements  in 
our  population.  Not  that  we  can  hope 
soon  to  become  a  homogeneous  people. 
That  were  a  long  and  perhaps  impossible 
task.  We  must  anticipate  the  survival  for 
generations  or  even  centuries  of  various 
•types  with   peculiar   characteristics   and 


interests.  But  if  we  are  to  be  a  happy 
and  prosperous  people,  if  we  are  to  have 
a  history  worthy  of  pioneers  who  gave 
and  endured  much,  and  worthy  of  the 
great  physical  resources  of  our  country, 
we  must  sink  all  differences  which  prevent 
our  working  harmoniously  together  to- 
ward common  ideals.  At  the  present  time 
language  is  prominent  as  a  factor  making 
for  division.  Some  of  our  people  set 
great  store  by  their  native  speech.  Others 
have  not  done  so.  The  Highland  Scotch, 
the  Scandinavians,  most  of  the  Germans 
afid  a  considerable  portion  of  the  Aus- 
trians  have  willingly  subordinated  their 
native  speech  to  that  of  the  majority. 
In  their  own  homes,  in  their  own  churches 
and  societies  they  may  have  been  proud  to 
remember  the  speech  of  their  fathers,  but 
they  have  thought  it  best  that  their  chil- 
dren should  be  thoroughly  familiar  with 
the  language  of  their  neighbors.  It  was 
not  to  be  expected,  however,  that  this 
attitude  would  be  universal. 

Champlain  and  Frontenac,  those 
makers  of  Canada,  were  of  French  speech. 
In  1750  Canada  was  wholly  French.  A 
century  later  the  population  was  still 
fairly  equally  divided  between  the  French 
and  English.  In  the  conferences  result- 
ing in  Confederation  much  time  and 
thought  was  directed  to  the  problems  aris- 
ing out  of  the  presence  of  the  two  races. 
The  whole  arrangement  was  admittedly 
a  compromise  and  a  triumph  for  those 
who  believed  that  two  peoples  diflFering 
in  language  and  characteristics  could  still 
work  harmoniously  together.  Since  then, 
and  especially  in  the  last  two  decades,  the 
difficult  problem  has  been  complicated  by 
the  advent  of  a  million  people  of  various 
races  which  speak  neither  French  nor 
English  and  think  each  in  terms  of  its 
own  nationality.  Thus  the  Canadianizing 
of  the  immigrant  for  the  moment  diverted 
attention  from  the  difficulties  of  maintain- 
ing the  nice  adiustment  of  the  two  orig- 
inal races,  finally  arranged  by  the  Fathers 
of  Confederation.  The  school  boycott  at 
Ottawa,  the  intervention  of  the  Quebec 
legislature  and  the  debate  in  the  House 
of  Commons  have  brought  us  back  to  our 
original  problem  with  a  jolt. 


LJ  OWEVER,  that  problem  is  no  longer 
'^  quite  the  same.  The  West  has  al- 
tered the  balance,  so  to  speak.  The  dis- 
cussion must  now  be  conducted  with  a 
knowledge  of  its  wider  bearing.  Different 
views  from  various  quarters  must  be  re- 
garded, and  a  wise  policy  in  each  province 
will  be  one  that  does  not  fail  to  take  into 
account  the  general  situation. 

Certain  types  of  opinion  to  be  reckoned 
with  may  be  illustrated. 

In  Winnipeg  last  January,  when 
changes  in  the  Manitoba  school  law  were 
pending,  a  large  meeting  of  Polish  citi- 
zens was  convened  to  protest  against  the 
proposed  legislation.  The  Chairman,  Mr. 
Francis  Sedziak,  President  of  the  League 
of  Liberty,  Fraternity  and  Equality,  rose 
to  speak.  He  told  the  audience  that  they 
ought  to  demand  their  rights;  he  was  con- 
vinced that  the  paramount  reason  for 
abolishing  bilingualism  and  the  training 
school  for  Polish  teachers,  besides  the 
agitation  of  English  jingoes  and  Orange- 
men, was  the  fear  of  economic  competition 
on  the  part  of  the  English-speaking  Can- 
adians and  the  desire  to  deprive  the  Polish 
youth  of  the  opportunity  to  enter  the 
teaching  profession  or  any  positions  above 
digging  sewers  and  cutting  timber.  Some 
opposition  was  manifested  to  this  attitude. 
Mr.  Louis  Kon  expressed  the  opinion  that 
the  government  was  closing  the  training 
school  from  a  desire  to  introduce  uniform 
training  of  teachers.  He  pointed  out  that 
every  institution  of  learning  is  open  to 
every  person  without  distinction  of  na- 
tionality or  religion.  He  declared  that 
every  right-thinking  Polish  man  or  woman 
ought  to  uphold  the  government  in  its  de- 
sire to  stop  the  meddling  of  the  local  Pol- 
ish clergy  in  matters  of  training  teachers. 
Feeling  ran  so  high  at  the  meeting  that 
those  who  agreed  with  Mr.  Kon  were  com- 
pelled to  retire  to  another  building  to 
avoid  disturbances,  leaving  the  worship- 
pers of  Fraternity  and  the  two  other 
graces  to  pass  their  resolutions  unani- 
mously. They  were  visited  by  a  delega- 
tion from  the  Ukrainian  meeting  which 
.was  being  held  at  the  same  time  and  for 
the  same  purpose  in  the  Grand  Opera 
House.  The  delegates  urged  the  Polish- 
Canadians  to  fight  jointly  with  them  to 
the  very  end  against  the  attempt  to 
abolish  bilingual  .schools  and  the  training 
schools  for  teachers.  There  are  well  over 
100,000  Ruthenians  in  the  three  prairie 
provinces. 

/~\NE  of  the  smaller  groups  in  the  West 
^"^  who  hold  themselves  aloof  from  the 
English  language  and  Canadian  ways, 
as  nations  within  a  nation,  are  the  Men- 
nonites.  They  are  an  industrious  and 
honest  people,  German  in  speech  —  but 
strongly  opposed  to  war.  Principal  Oliver 
in  an  illuminating  pamphlet  on  the  coun- 
try school  in  non-English-speaking  com- 
munities in  Saskatchewan  describes  the 
attitude  of  the  more  conservative  of  the 


38     \a 


MenpOnites  in  refusing  to  send  their  chil- 
d;'e%..to  public  schools  as  merely  a  matter 
"  of  religious  principle.  He  quotes  Bishop 
Wienz  as  saying  "I  believe  that  the 
Church  stays  better  together  when  the 
people  know  simply  one  language."  It 
should  be  stated  that  Bishop  Wienz  re- 
presents the  views  of  only  a  portion  of 
those  Mennonites  living  in  the  West.  Most 
of  them  are  in  the  way  of  becoming,  as 
those  in  Ontario  have  become,  most  pro- 
gressive and  public-spirited  citizens.  In- 
deed, a  few  years  ago  a  young  Mennonite 
secured  the  Rhodes  Scholarship  in  Mani- 
toba. 

TURNING  to  the  French  in  Ontario 
we  see  the  same  theory  regarding  the 
connection  of  language  and  religion.  It 
is  not  always  so  clearly  expressed  as  it 
was  in  the  frank  words  of  Bishop  Wienz, 
but  it  is  usually  implied.  It  appears  in 
the  strong  language  of  Le  Droit,  the  Ot- 
tawa daily  edited  by  an  Oblate  priest,  as: 
"The  English  language  is  for  French-Can- 
adians approximate  occasion  for  the  mor- 
tal sin  of  apostasy."  It  appears  in  the 
deliberations  of  the  French-Canadian 
Educational  Association,  as  for  example: 
"You  cannot  open  the  doors  of  22.3  bilin- 
gual separate  schools  to  an  inspector  who 
is  a  stranger  in  race  and  religion  without 
considerable  sacrifice  in  all  that  concerns 
faith  and  the  preservation  of  these  same 
schools."  This,  by  the  way,  although  the 
inspector's  duties  are  concerned  mainly 
with  instruction  in  English,  his  colleague 
of  the  Catholic  faith  having  oversight 
over  other  matters.  It  even  appears  in  the 
studied  argument  of  that  able  lawyer. 
Senator  Belcourt.  In  a  recent  speech  de- 
livered in  the  City  of  Quebec  he  said,  with 
reference  to  the  rights  obtained  by  Roman 
Catholics  by  the  Act  of  1863,  which  rights 
were  confirmed  four  years  later  by  the 
British  North  America  Act:  "The  first 
part  of  the  Act  gave  to  Roman  Catholics 
in  right  to  elect  trustees  to  conduct  the 
Catholic  separate  schools,  in  other  words, 
the  right  to  fully  administer  the  schools. 
Other  provisions  of  the  statute  dealt  with 
the  right  to  determine  the  kind  and  de- 
scription of  the  schools,  in  other  words 
to  have  schools  where  both  languages 
would  be  taught,  as  it  had  been  prior  to 
1863."  As  a  matter  of  fact  section  26  of 
the  Act  brought  the  Roman  Catholic  se- 
parate schools  completely  under  the  con- 
trol of  public  regulations  and  inspection, 
and  not  a  word  was  said  anywhere  in  the 
Act  about  language.  Because  certain  re- 
ligious privileges  were  granted  by  the  Act, 
Senator  Belcourt  apparently  thinks  that 
language  privileges  were  involved. 

'-pHE    Irish    and    Scotch    Catholics    of 

A     Eastern    Ontario    are   unwilling   to 

have  the  claims  of  the  French  language 

confused  with  those  of  the  Church.     In 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 

fact,  no  stronger  opponents  of  the  con- 
tentions of  their  Ottawa  co-religionists 
exist  than  such  good  Catholics  as  Bishop 
Fallon,  now  of  London,  and  Father  Whe- 
lan,  of  Ottawa.  Their  attitude  is  illus- 
trated by  the  following  excerpt  from  an 
editorial  in  the  Catholic  Record:  "The 
school  is  the  weapon  by  which  Protestants 
as  well  as  Catholics  and  Catholics  as  well 
as  Protestants  are  driven  out  of  the  'in- 
vaded' territory  and  effectively  kept  out 
of  the  'conquered'  districts.  No  one  can 
convince  English-speaking  parents,  whe- 
ther Protestant  or  Catholic,  who  have  had 
experience  of  such  schools  (call  them 
French,  bilingual  or  English-French  or 
what  you  will)  that  they  afford  decent 
facilities  for  the  education  in  English  of 
their  children.  Hence  they  move  out  and 
give  place  to  French-Canadians.  .  .  . 
Those  papers  which  profess  to  regard  the 
bilingual  difficulty  as  a  separate  school 
affair  are  either  wilfully  dishonest  or  woe- 
fully incompetent  to  inform  public  opin- 
ion on  a  question  one  of  whose  obvious 
consequences  is  the  practical  shifting  of 
the  boundary  line  betwen  Ontario  and 
Quebec." 

REFERENCE  must  be  made  to  one 
other  body  of  opinion,  which  is  illus- 
trated by  the  following  resolution  passed 
in  1912  by  the  Orange  Grand  Lodge  of 
Ontario  West:  "Therefore  we  protest  in 
the  most  solemn  and  emphatic  manner 
against  the  special  privileges  which  the 
French  are  granted  by  the  regulations  of 
the  Educational  Department  in  the  Pro- 
vince of  Ontario,  which  are  being  used  to 
drive  the  English-speaking  people  out  of 
Ontario,  as  they  were  driven  out  of  the 
Eastern  Townships  by  the  same  agency, 
and  we  respectfully  request  the  Govern- 
ment of  the  Province  of  Ontario  to  enact 
such  laws  and  make  such  amendments  to 
the  regulations  of  the  Education  Depart- 
ment as  will  make  it  unlawful  and  im- 
possible for  the  French  language  to  be 
used  in  any  of  the  public  or  separate 
.schools  of  the  Province  of  Ontario."  Thus 
summarily  is  dismissed  the  demand  of  the 
French-Canadian  resident  of  Ontario  that 
he  .should  be  allowed  the  "natural  right" 
to  have  his  children  taught  their  native 
speech  in  the  schools  he  pays  for. 

TS  there  a  course  to  be  followed  which 
•*■  will  satisfy  sections  of  the  population 
holding  such  vddely  divergent  views?  To 
what  extent  can  recognition  be  given  to 
the  claims  of  various  peoples  to  have 
schools  in  which  their  own  languages  may 
be  taught,  without  prejudice  to  the  inter- 
e-sts  of  the 
state  and 
the  children 
themselves? 
These    are 


questions  which  should  exercise  the  minds 
of  all  patriots. 

Before  attempting  to  answer  them  it 
would  be  well  rapidly  to  survey  the  atti- 
tude adopted  by  the  various  provinces. 

In  British  Columbia,  English  is  the  lan- 
guage of  all  the  schools.  Immigration  has 
been  largely  English-speaking,  but  where 
others  have  come  their  languages  have 
received  no  consideration  in  the  primary 
schools.  The  school  system  is  homogene- 
ous; there  are  no  Roman  Catholic  separate 
schools,  and  no  demand  for  them  has  de- 
veloped. Religious  instruction  is  left  for 
the  Church  and  the  home,  and  instruc- 
tion in  other  languages  than  English  is 
reserved  for  secondary  schools. 

Alberta  has  a  few  separate  schools,  or 
denominational  public  schools,  but  all 
primary  schools  use  the  same  text-books, 
have  the  same  inspectors  and  are  con- 
ducted by  teachers  who  have  passed  the 
same  examinations.  The  language  diffi- 
culty has  not  been  entirely  avoided.  Some 
few  years  ago  it  is  said  that  missionary 
work  was  begun  in  Alberta  by  St.  Boni- 
face and  Ottawa.  Certain  it  is  that  the 
French-speaking  population  insisted  on 
having  a  French  inspector  appointed. 
Their  request  was  granted,  since  a  gentle- 
man was  found  possessing  the  regular 
aualifications.  He  was  at  first  assigned  by 
the  Department  to  an  inspectorate  con- 
taining only  two  French-speaking  school 
districts.  Then  the  Ukrainian  movement 
assumed  an  aggressive  attitude.  Admission 
to  the  schools  was  sought  for  Rutheniaii 
teachers  who  had  been  trained  after  a 
fashion  in  Manitoba.  The  Department, 
however,  insisted  that  school  boards  should 
appoint  only  properly  qualified  teachers. 
This  stand  evidently  was  appreciated,  and 
in  the  last  provincial  elections  the  editor 
of  a  Ruthenian  paper  devoted  to  the  Ukra- 
inian propaganda  was  defeated  in  a  riding 
eighty-five  per  cent.  Ruthenian  by  another 
Ruthenian  who  favored  dominantly  Eng- 
lish training  in  the  schools.  In  Alberta 
the  great  importance  of  administration,  ae 
distinct  from  law,  has  thus  been  demon- 
.strated. 

TN  Saskatchewan  the  school  law  is  simi- 
■•■  lar  to  that  in  Alberta.  The  influx  of 
settlers  has  been  so  great  that  in  the  past 
decade  schools  have  been  organized  at  the 
rate  of  one  a  day  for  every  school  day. 
Even  so  the  Department  has  failed  to  keep 
up  with  its  task.  In  some  settled  districts 
public  schools  have  not  been  opened,  and 
the  residents  have  organized  for  them- 
selves Ruthenian  or  German  or  French 
schools  in  which  English  is  used  or  abused 
according  to  the  caprice  of  their  organ- 
izers. The  government  had  pro- 
mised that  it  would  deal  with 
this  serious 
situation      last 


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session,    but    apparently    was    prevented 
from  doing  so  by  the  Bradshaw  charges. 

With  Manitoba  conditions  the  public 
has  become  more  familiar.  The  language 
clause  of  the  agreement  of  1897,  to  the 
effect  that  instruction  in  their  mother 
tongue  should  be  given  to  any  ten  children 
speaking  another  language  than  English 
when  such  instruction  was  demanded  by 
their  parents,  as  administered  brought 
chaos  into  the  school  system  of  the  pro- 
vince. It  was  intended  as  a  concession  .to 
the  French,  and  possibly  also  the  Ger- 
mans, but  Poles  and  Ruthenians  who  came 
flocking  to  the  country  also  availed  them- 
selves of  its  privileges.  Furthermore, 
French  and  Polish  and  Ruthenian  train- 
ing schools  for  teachers  were  sanctioned, 
and  an  inferior  standard  of  general  know- 
ledge and  knowledge  of  English  was  ac- 
cepted for  these  bilingual  teachers.  The 
general  inefficiency  of  the  bilingual  schools 
of  Manitoba  was  notorious.  One  of  the 
first  acts  of  the  present  government  was 
to  repeal  the  obnoxious  bilingual  clause. 
War  was  also  declared  on  the  Polish  and 
Ruthenian  training  schools,  and  they 
were  abolished,  while  the  French  Normal 
school  was  reorganized  and  put  on  a  dif- 
ferent basis. 

'T~*URNING  to  Ontario  we  find  consider- 
-*■  able  French-speaking  and  German- 
speaking  areas.  Other  peoples  have  gra- 
vitated towards  the  cities,  where  the 
streets  and  the  schools  soon  efface  lan- 
guage distinctions.  The  German  popula- 
tion can  hardly  be  said  to  have  created  an 
educational  problem.  Their  children  have 
assumed  the  language  of  the  majority  and 
taken  their  full  share  of  honors  in  the 
secondary  schools  and  in  the  universities. 
The  French-Canadians  on  the  other  hand 
have  always  been  inclined  to  insist  on  the 
teaching  of  their  own  language  in  the 
schoola  Thirty-five  years  ago  they  asked 
for  and  received  a  French  inspector. 
Twenty-seven  years  ago  a  special  Eng- 
lish-French model  school  was  established 
at  Plantagenet.  Recently,  since  1912,  the 
number  of  French  inspectors  has  been 
increased  to  three  and  the  number  of  Eng- 
lish-French model  schools  to  four.  Special 
grants  are  made  to  bilingual  teachers,  and 
inducements  are  offered  to  encourage  stu- 
dents to  attend  the  training  schools.  Still 
the  supply  of  teachers  for  the  English- 
French  schools  is  quite  inadequate.  Re- 
cently the  Minister  of  Education  admitted 
in  the  House  that  there  were  ninety  such 
schools  unable  to  secure  qualified  teach- 
ers. The  shortage  is  explained  by  the 
temporary  closing  of  the  model  schools,  by 
the  fact  that  French  girls  are  inclined  to 
eschew  much  book-learning  and  marry 
young,  and  by  the  organized  hostility  to 
Regulation  17,  which  is  regarded  as  set- 
ting unfair  limits  to  the  study  of  French. 
Regulation  17  as  published  in  1912  in  its 
original  form  was  undoubtedly  not  calcu- 
lated to  appease  the  French.  In  its  re- 
vised form,  as  published  the  following 
year,  it  is  remarkable  chiefly  for  its  in- 
definiteness.  The  minister  is  allowed 
"very  large  discretionary  powers  in  the 
designating  of  English-French  schools 
and  the  chief  inspector  in  their  conduct. 
The  study  of  French  throughout  the 
whole  primary  school  course  is  permitted 


in  schools  which  the  Minister  choo.ses  to 
designate  as  English-French  under  certain 
conditions  to  be  determined  by  the  Chief 
Inspector,  but  only  in  schools  where 
French  was  taught  prior  to  the  year  1913. 
The  language  of  the  Regulation  admits  no 
other  interpretation  as  it  stands  by  itself. 
If  it  is  not  regarded  as  replacing  Reg:u- 
lation  12,  which  dates  back  to  1890  and 
which  "requires  instruction  to  be  given 
in  French  or  German  reading,  grammar 
and  composition  to  such  pupils  as  are 
directed  by  their  parents  or  guardians  to 
study  either  of  those  two  languages"  in 
school  sections  where  the  French  and  Ger- 
man language  "prevails"  then  an  inter- 
pretation more  satisfactory  to  the  French 
ispossible.  But  thelaw  and  the  regulations 
are  not  remarkable  for  their  consistency, 
and  it  is  high  time  for  a  revision  of  the 
.statutes  and  regulations  which  will  leave 
less  room  for  lawyers  to  quibble  and  ad- 
ministrators to  show  discretion,  and  which 
will  make  it  all  so  plain  that  the  wayfar- 
ing man  on  the  back  concessions,  French- 
speaking  or  English-speaking,  though  he 
be  a  fool  may  not  err  therein. 

In  Quebec  for  a  century  there  have  been 
two  types  of  schools  separate  alike  in 
language  and  religion.  This  fact  was  re- 
cognized by  the  Fathers  of  Confederation 
and  the  rights  of  each  section  to  conduct 
its  own  schools  was  definitely  secured  by 
the  British  North  America  Act.  Thus 
between  British  Columbia  with  its  abso- 
lute uniformity  on  the  one  hand  and  Que- 
bect  with  its  well  defined  duality  on  the 
other  hard  stand  the  intermediate  pro- 
vinces with  language  problems  of  differ- 
ing degrees  of  complexity. 

T_r  AVING  surveyed  the  situation  from 
*■  •*■    Quebec  Westward  we  are  now  in  a 

better  position  to  arrive  at  some  general 
conclusions. 

It  has  become  apparent  that  the  educa- 
tional problems  created  by  the  presence  of 
some  250,000  French-speaking  people  in 
Ontario  are  not  different  in  kind  from 
those  arising  from  their  presence  and  that 
of  other  non-English-speaking  peoples  in 
the  West.  It  is  not  contended  that  the 
French-Canadian  should  always  be  re- 
garded in  the  same  light  as  the  newcomer. 
The  early  history  of  Canada  and  the 
equality  of  French  and  English  in  the 
federal  parliament  and  the  federal  courts 
would  naturally  suggest  a  position  of  van- 
tage for  French  as  compared  with  Ger- 
man or  Polish  or  Ruthenian.  Legally, 
however,  it  would  appear  that  the  French 
language  has  no  rights  in  the  schools  ex- 
cept such  as  are  given  it  from  time  to  time 
by  the  provincial  parliaments.  In  On- 
tario the  courts  have  so  decided;  in  Mani- 
toba Attorney-General  Hudson  so  argued 
convincingly  last  session ;  the  supporters 
of  the  Lapointe  resolution  in  the  Federal 
House  thought  it  best  to  urge  their  claim 
on  moral,  rather  than  on  legal  grounds. 
But  the  first  school  established  in  the  Red 
River  valley  was  a  French  school  opened 
in  1818  by  Father  Provencher.  In  1857 
Egerton  Ryerson,  the  father  of  the  On- 
tario school  system  expressed  the  opinion 
that,  "As  the  French  is  the  recognized 
language  of  this  country  as  well  as  the 
■  English,  it  is  quite  proper  and  lawful  for 
the  trustees  to  allow  both  languages  to  be 


taught  in  their  schools  to  children  whose 
parents  may  desire  them  to  learn  both." 
In  Saskatchewan,  Alberta  and  British  Col- 
umbia the  French  language  has  never  had 
a  legally  recognized  place  in  the  schools, 
and  in  the  new  and  polyglot  provinces,  if 
the  governments  begin  to  grant  language 
concessions,  it  is  difficult  to  know  where 
to  stop.  Certainly  in  Ontario,  and  per- 
haps in  Manitoba,  any  claim  made  by  the 
French-Canadians  to  be  taught  their  na- 
tive language  in  the  schools  should  not  be 
lightly  rejected.  On  either  of  two  grounds 
it  might  be  refused :  if  it  is  fundamentally 
impossible  to  have  efficient  primary 
schools  in  which  two  languages  are 
taught,  or  secondly,  if  it  is  known  that  a 
movement  has  been  organized  to  oust  Eng- 
lish from  the  schools  in  certain  sections 
of  these  provinces. 

XT  O  attempt  has  ever  been  made  to 
•'■^  check  inter-provincial  migration. 
The  natural  increase  of  the  French  people 
of  Quebec  is  rapid.  The  Ottawa  river  is 
not  hard  to  cross.  The  bishops  of  Quebec 
are  also  bishops  of  the  border  counties  of 
Ontario.  Certain  religious  orders  have 
immen.se  funds  at  their  disposal  to  as.'rist 
young  people  who  wish  to  improve  their 
position  by  emigration.  Nothing  is  more 
natural  than  that  settlers  should  move 
across  the  border  to  open  up  new  country 
or  to  take  the  place  of  those  moving  to  the 
great  West.  It  is  not  necessary  to  attri- 
bute sinister  motives  to  the  Church  aath- 
orities. 

Here  one  may  venture  to  comment  on 
the  point  of  view  of  Father  Whelan  as 
expressed  in  an  open  letter  to  Sir  Lomer 
Gouin :  "As  long  as  our  schools  and  our 
children  are  not  thereby  affected  either 
directly  or  indirectly,  the  French  may 
teach  five  hours  a  day  of  French  in  their 
schools  for  all  we  care.  That  is  their 
business,  not  ours."  In  the  present  state 
of  society  none  can  afford  to  regard  the 
education  of  any  section  of  his  fellow- 
citizens  as  a  matter  of  no  concern  to  him. 
Fifty  years  ago  the  view  that  one  could 
was  comparatively  prevalent.  Now  it  is 
realized  that  the  education  of  each  af- 
fects all,  indirectly  perhaps  but  none  the 
less  vitally.  Education  has  become  a  con- 
cern of  the  State,  indeed  its  chief  con- 
cern. 

TURNING  finally  to  the  other  condi- 
tion. Can  bilingual  schools  ever  be  ef- 
ficient? In  Ontario  English-French 
schools  have  not  been  a  success.  Four 
years  ago  Dr.  Merchant  summed  up  his 
arduous  investigation  with  the  words: 
"The  English-French  schools  are  on  the 
whole  lacking  in  efficiency.  The  tests 
combine  to  show  that  a  large  proportion 
of  the  children  in  the  communities  con- 
cerned leave  school  to  meet  the  demands 
of  life  with  an  inadequate  equipment  in 
education."  The  spectacular  charges 
made  by  Bishop  Fallon  were  thus  sub- 
stantiated. But  it  is  not  clear  that  these 
results  are  inevitable.  Dr.  Merchant  ad- 
mits the  comparative  efficiency  of  certain 
schools  inspected,  rural  as  well  as  urban. 
In  Manitoba  certain  quite  efficient  Ger- 
man and  French  biling:ual  schools  are 
known  to  exist.  It  is  a  matter  of  agree- 
Continued  on  page  91. 


What  The  Gods  Send 

An  Incident  of  Railroad  Construction  in  the  Canadian  North 

By  Hopkins  Moorhouse 

Who  wrote  "The  Years  of  the  Wicked"  and  "1,000  Pr,-  Cent.— Net!" 
Illustrated  by  E.  J.  Dinsmore 


PART   III. 
CHAPTER  V. — Continued. 

POMEROY  carefully  licked  back  into 
place  a  piece  of  skin  on  the  knuckle 
of  his  right  thumb — and  laughed. 
But  there  was  an  underlying  menace  in 
the  laugh  that  checked  the  angry  outburst 
which  Macklin  was  on  the  point  of  launch- 
ing.   He  stared  at  the  secretary. 

"Congratulations,  Svenson!  That  was 
rather  neatly  turned,  if  I  may  say  so. 
Don't  you  think  so.  Mack?  To  be  per- 
fectly frank,  I  didn't  think  you  had  it 
in  you,  Svenson.  Valuable  man,  Mr. 
Macklin.  If  we  ever  do  succeed  in  get- 
ting it  through  his  skull  that  the  order- 
board  is  out  against  him,  there  won't  be 
anything  short  of  a  cyclone  that'll  pre- 
vent you  getting  out  of  this  on  the  double- 
quick.  Maybe  he'll  go  so  far  as  to  carry 
you  on  his  back!  Valuable  man,  say  I. 
You  must  admit  that  our  yellow-haired 
friend  here  seems  to  be  a  clever  sort,  eh?" 

"Svenson,  you're  a  doggone  ass!"  ex- 
ploded Macklin  in  contradiction. 

"Oh,  now,  Mr.  Macklin!  Tut,  tut!" 
soothed  Pomeroy.  "Don't  be  hard  on  him. 
He's  only  obeying  orders,  you  know." 

"Disobeying  them,  you  mean !"  Mack- 
lin's  glare  of  resentment  lost  fire  as  he 
caught  Pomeroy's  covert  wink. 

"Got  any  money?" 

Macklin  hadn't  much  money,  but  he 
grasped  at  the  whispered  suggestion 
eagerly.  Dusting  his  knees,  he  walked 
over  to  the  sectionman  with  his  best  smile 
and  held  out  his  hand.  He  was  improv- 
ing, was  Macklin. 

"Shake.  Svenson.  I  admire  the  way 
you  turned  the  tables  on  Mr.  Pomeroy  and 
so  does  he.  It  was  pretty  slick,  if  you  ask 
me."  He  laughed  with  appreciation.  "But 
look  here,  old  man,  you're  in  bad — awfully 
bad.  In  the  first  place,  you  fellows  hadn't 
any  business  locking  me  up.  I  belong  to 
Mr.  Rutland's  party  —  surveyors,  you 
know.  In  the  second  place,  there's  im- 
portant business  of  vital  interest  tp  the 
Canadian  Midland  Railway  that  has 
simply  qot  to  be  attended  to  at  once.  Mr. 
Pomeroy  there  has  given  me  a  message 
which  I've  got  to  deliver  in  a  hurry  to — to 
President  Waring,  you  see.  I've  got  to 
get  right  out  of  here  on  that  account." 

"Ay  ban  tol'  ke'p  you  faller,"  said 
Svenson  with  sullen  insistence. 

"But  I'm  willing  to  pay  for  what  I 
want,"  continued  Macklin.  "How  much 
is  it  worth  to  you  to  let  me  out  right 
away?    How  much?" 

He  suggestively  iingled  the  coins  in 
his  pocket  and  half  drew  out  a  bill; 
sixty-five  cents  will  jingle  if  you  handle 


the  coins  properly  and  a  dollar  bill  may 
be  any  denomination  if  the  light  is  un- 
certain enough ! 

A  flash  of  understanding  illumined  the 
big  foreigner's  features.  But  a  frown 
followed  it. 

"How  much?"  repeated  Macklin.  "A 
dollar?  Two?  Five,  then?  Ten?  Look 
here,  Svenson,  I'll  make  it  twenty  dollars 
if  you'll  let  me  out  and  I'll  promise  to 
square  you  with  Halldorson.  Come  now, 
that's  a  pretty  fair  offer,  isn't  it?" 

It  certainly  was  a  sore  temptation. 
Svenson  wetted  his  lips  and  shifted  un- 
comfortably from  one  foot  to  the  other; 
twenty  dollars  seemed  a  wonderful 
amount  of  money  to  be  obtained  so  easily. 

Pomeroy  was  watching  him   shrewdly. 

"Don't  be  a  fool,  Svenson,"  he  inter- 
jected. "You  won't  get  into  any  trouble. 
I'll  personally  explain  everything  to  your 
boss  in  the  morning.  Tell  you  what  I'll 
do.  Svenson — I'll  just  see  Mr.  Macklin's 
twenty  and  raise  him  to  a  hundred  even 
and  no  hard  feelings.  That's  more  than 
you'll  make  in  two  months,  Svenson." 

Again  the  Swede  wet  his  lips  and  again 
his  boots  scraped  on  the  grit  of  the 
flooring. 

"I'll  go  even  further  than  that.  I'll  use 
my  influence  with  President  Waring  to 
have  you  promoted  to  a  section  of  your 
own.     Yes,   I'll   do   that,   Svenson — make 

you    foreman     of    your    own    gang! 

You  know,  Macklin,  this  man's  too  valu- 
able to  be  working  under  Halldorson — 
eh,  Svenson?  What  do  you  say  to  the 
proposition  now?" 

Svenson  grunted.  He  shook  his  head, 
scowling  angrily. 

"Ay  ban  tol'  ke'p  you  faller,"  he  per- 
sisted stubbornly.  He  shook  his  head  again 
more  vigorously  and  it  was  quite  appar- 
ent that  his  mind  was  made  up. 

"Well,  what  d'you  know  about  that!" 
Macklin  gasped. 

"Ain't  it  the  limit?  Can't  you  fairly 
hear  old  Diogenes  scratching  to  get  out 
of  his  grave  to  get  a  good  look  at  him? 
He  hath  the  itching  palm — not!  I'll  bet 
he  wouldn't  even  sell  the  sole  of  his  boot 
for  drachmas!" 

But  withal,  Pomeroy  was  angry 
enough. 

"Think  we've  had  just  about  enough  of 
this  nonsense,  Macklin,"  he  continued 
quietly.  "Of  course  we  can't  let  this 
blockhead  jeopardize  things,  you  know. 
You've  got  to  get  down  the  line  to-night 
by  fair  means  or  foul.  And  you've  got  to 
start  within  five  minutes!" 

"But  how?  Just  tell  me  how  to  get  out, 
then  watch  me  get!" 


"There's  only  one  way,  I  guess,  and 
that's  at  the  point  of  a  gun." 

"What?  You've  got  another  one?" 
asked  Macklin  in  suppressed  excitement. 

"If  I  had,  you'd  be  a  mile  or  two  away 
by  this  time." 

"If  only  that  lobster,  Halldorson, 
hadn't  pocketed  that  little  22  of  mine—!" 

"Never  mind.    We'll  take  the  one  he's 
got  away  from  him.     I  think — Macklin, 
I'm  really  afraid   I'm  going — to  faint — 
again.     (Watch  your  chance,  now!)     You" 
see,    I    feel — a   dizziness — coming — on — 

me !"    He  sagged  to  one  .^ride  with  a 

groan. 

"Svenson!  Quick!  Great  Scott,  he's 
fainted  again!"  cried  Macklin  in  well- 
feigned  alarm.  He  fussed  frantically 
with  the  other's  shirt  collar  and  began 
chafing  his  wrists.  "Here,  help  me  lift 
him  up,  Svenson,  and  for  the  love  of  Mike 
let's  have  that  whisky  again !" 

The  big  Swede  came  forward  unsus- 
piciouly  reaching  for  the  flask  in  his  hip 
pocket  with  one  hand,  the  revolver  hang- 
ing loosely  in  the  other. 

A  S  he  bent  over  in  '•oncern,  Pomeroy 
■**•  came  to  life  with  a  suddenness  that 
took  the  enemy  by  surprise  and,  repeat- 
ing the  sectionman's  own  tactics,  the  sec- 
retary kicked  the  revolver  spinning. 

On  tense  muscles  Macklin  whirled  and 
sprang  for  the  door. 

There  was  genuine  anger  in  Svenson's 
lunge.  His  big  fist  caught  Macklin  square 
on  the  shoulder  and  hurled  him  sideways 
to  the  floor  like  a  ninepin,  almost  knock- 
ing the  breath  out  of  him. 

He  was  up  instantly,  however,  but  not 
before  the  Swede  had  cut  off  his  escape. 
Macklin  tackled  like  a  maniac.  There 
was  no  withstanding  that  rush.  His  big 
antagonist  lost  his  balance  and  they  came 
to  the  floor  with  Macklin  on  top. 

He  found  his  legs  held  fast.  His  fists 
were  free,  though,  and  in  a  fury  he  be- 
gan raining  blows  at  the  Swede's  face. 
He  could  feel  the  great  muscles  of  the  sec- 
tion hand  writhing  beneath  him  and  he 
struggled  savagely  to  retain  the  advan- 
tage which  his  sudden  onslaught  had 
given  him. 

Pomeroy  started  to  crawl  weakly 
along  the  floor  to  where  the  revolver  was 
lying. 

Svenson  saw  him  and  let  out  a  bellow 
of  rage. 

They  were  fighting  close  to  the  door. 
Macklin  thought  he  saw  a  chance  for  a 
spring  that  would  carry  him  to  freedom. 

But  it  was  ill-timed.  The  Swede's  pow- 
erful right  arm  got  away  from  him. 

He  saw  it  drawn  back.     He  struggled 


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frantically  to  avoid  the  blow,  but  was 
pinned  tight  in  the  tangle. 

"Srenson!"  he  panted  hoarsely. 

A  thou.^and  tons  of  needles  struck  him 
between  the  eyes ! 


VI. 


IN  WHICH  THE  FATES  PIN  ON  THE  MEDALS. 

THE  first  gray  streaks  of  dawn  were 
in  the  sky  beyond  the  low-lying  hills 
to  the  east  when  Halldorson  got  back. 
With  him  on  the  "jigger"  and  doing  his 
.share  of  the  pumping  came  Cranston, 
railway  detective. 

They  hopped  off  simultaneously  as  they 
rolled  alongside  the  water-tank  and  there 
was  an  eagerness  in  the  section  fore- 
man's manner  which  it  was  impossible  for 
him  to  suppress. 

Svenson  was  still  on  guard.  He  stood 
with  his  broad  back  again-st  the  little  door 
and  waited  for  his  superior  with  a  grin  of 
welcome  that  was  a?  wide  as  his  bruised 
cheeks  would  allow. 

Halldorson  ran  up  to  him,  peering  anx- 
iouply  in  the  uncertain  light.  There  fol- 
lowed an  excited  dialogue  in  Scandina- 
vian, terminated  only  by  the  gruff  com- 
mand of  the  detective. 

"Open  up,  Halldorson." 

"Yau,"  muttered  the  Icelander.  "Yau, 
Mister  Cranston." 

The  lantern  was  still  alight  in  the  store- 
room, the  air  heavy  with  the  odor  of  its 
burning.  Macklin  was  dozing  against 
the  wall.  Beside  him  on  the  floor  with  his 
muddy  coat  for  a  pillow  lay  Pomeroy,  his 
face  white  and  haggard,  his  eyes  closed. 

The  gust  of  cool  morning  air  and  the 
noise  of  their  entry  awakened  both  pri- 
soners. Pomeroy  propped  himself  on  his 
sound  elbow  with  an  oath. 

"Morning,  Pom,"  said  Cranston. 

"Hello,  Bob,"  said  Pomeroy,  apath- 
etically. 

They  looked  at  each  other  in  silence  for 
a  moment. 

"Damphool,  Pom." 

"Don't  preach,  Bob." 

"What  did  you  do  it  for?" 

"Cut  all  that!" 

"Waring'll  be  here  in  half  an  hour; 
maybe  less." 

"You  don't  say  so!"  Pomeroy  arched 
his  eyebrows  mockingiy.  "How  interest- 
ing!" 

"It'll  be  interesting  enough,"  growled 
Cranston.     "Where  is  it?" 

"It?  Ah,  you  refer  to  McGinty's  big 
toe,  of  course!" 

"You  can't  afford  to  get  gay,  Pomeroy," 
warned  the  detective  flushing.  "I  want 
the  sealed  envelope  you  stole  night  before 
last  from  the  President's  car — and  I  want 
it  quick!" 

"Oh,  sealed  envelope.  You  should 
learn  to  be  more  explicit,  Robert."  He 
essayed  a  laugh,  but  it  fell  rather  flat  in 
the  face  of  the  detective's  sudden  anger. 

"Hand  it  over  and  be  quick  about  it!" 
snapped  Cranston. 

Pomeroy  leered. 

"Guess  again,  Cranston.  Can't  do  it. 
'Cause  why?  Haven't  got  it.  You  might 
give  me  credit.  Bob,  for  a  little — shall  we 
call  it  foresight?  The  packet's  already 
in  other  hands  No  con.  I'm  telling  vou 
the  truth." 


"Well,  young  man,"  boom- 
ed Waring,  heartily,  "I 
thank  you."  Macklin  was 
conscious  of  a  new  friendli- 
ness in  the  magnate's  eyes. 


-^!^M«/ 


/CRANSTON  grunted  and  bit  at  the 
^-^  corner  of  his  moustache.  It  was 
what  he  had  feared  and  he  was  worried. 

"Where  is  it?"  he  demanded. 

"That's  for  you  to  find  out." 

Pomeroy  waited  till  nobody  was  look- 
ing, then  shot  a  meaning  glance  at  Mack- 
lin who  had  been  standing  in  the  back- 
ground, listening  to  the  dialogue  with 
bated  breath. 

There  was  a  second  auditor  who  seemed 
to  be  very  much  interested,  and  that  was 
Halldorson.  He  stared  from  Pomeroy 
to  Macklin  and  back  again  with  a  puzzled 
expression,  finally  slipping  outside  and 
renewing  the  Scandinavian  confab  with 
Svenson.  Presently  he  stuck  his  head  in- 
side the  door  and  beckoned  mysteriously 
to  Macklin. 

Whereat  the  Fates  swept  down  out  of 
a  clear  sky  and  took  complete  charge  of 
Macklin's  affairs.  For  without  a  word 
Halldorson  pulled  at  his  coatsleeve  till 
they  reached  the  shanty  where  he  lived, 
dived  quickly  inside,  came  out  again  al- 
most immediately  and  after  a  hurried 
glance  around  to  see  if  they  were  ob- 
served, pressed  something  soft  into 
Macklin's  hand.  The  quickly  growing 
daylight  was  not  needed  to  identify  it  as 
a  small  roll  of  bills! 

Just  so.  For  had  not  the  President  of 
the  Canadian  Midland  Railway,  the  Pre- 
sident himself,  wired  Halldorson  to  be  on 
the  lookout  for  a  man  so-high,  so-broad? 
Had  not  Halldorson  made  a  grave  mis- 


take and  captured  the  wrong  man?  Had 
not  the  right  man  been  found  by  the 
wrong  man  in  the  tank  store-room? 
Would  not  the  reward  be  paid  just  the 
same?  And  was  not  Halldorson  going 
to  claim  it? 

VT  OU  bet  he  was!  But  he  would  share 
-*•  it;  yes.  One  hundred  dollars;  yes. 
He  would  tell  Mr.  Cranston  and  the  Pre- 
sident that  Mr.  Macklin  had  helped  them 
to  catch  the  fellow;  yes.  And  nobody 
would  know  any  different  because  it  was 
nobody's  business;  no. 

"It  is  suffeecient?  Yau?  Wery  sorry 
ve  mak'  mistak'  and  wery  glad  ve  catch 

the    right    vun .      Queek?      Put    the 

money  wery  queek  in  the  pocket!"  broke 
off  Halldorson  in  alarm. 

The  staring  Macklin  obeyed  mechani- 
cally and  turned  slowly  to  follow  the 
direction  of  the  Icelander's  gaze. 

Came  Cranston  from  the  water-tank, 
met  half  way  by  the  running  section- 
foreman.  They  advanced  slowly,  Hall- 
dorson talking  volubly. 

"Alright,  alright,  we've  got  him  and 
that's  the  main  thing.  Nothing  to  get 
excited  about.  Chase  yourself,  now,  Hall- 
dorson. I  want  to  talk  to  this  young 
gentleman  in  private."  The  detective  dis- 
missed the  Icelander  with  a  touch  of  im- 
patience and  turned  to  Macklin  with  ex- 
tended hand. 

"Merely  to  congratulate  you,  Maekiin," 
Continued  on  page  9S. 


The  Bluewater  Prodi 


IT  all  happened  so  suddenly  and  aston- 
ishingly. Christine  Mayhew  had  call- 
ed at  the  railway  station  to  enquire 
about  trains.  It  was  the  twenty-second 
of  December,  and  she  was  going  to  Blue- 
water  the  next  day  to  spend  Christmas 
with  the  Herricks,  hence  her  interest  in 
travelling  arrangements.  Having  re- 
ceived most  courteous  attention  from  an 
affable  clerk,  for  she  was  very  charming, 
she  paused  at  the  news  stall  to  obtain  the 
latest  war  tidings,  then  lingered  a  mo- 
ment to  scan  the  papers'  headlines.  The 
day  was  grrey  and  chilly,  the  station  grimy 
and  cheerless,  but  Christine  so  obviously 
redeemed  the  wretchedness  of  both  that  a 
really  efficient  general  manager  would 
have  engaged  her  on  the  spot  for  pur- 
poses of  adornment. 

She  had  been  for  a  long  walk,  and,  in 
grey  walking  skirt,  crimson-bordered 
sweater,  and  crimson  Tarn  o'  Shanter, 
was  altogether  delightful.  So  the  brown- 
faced  man  thought  who  alighted  from  the 
train.  Hypercritical  people,  feminine  in- 
variably, said  sometimes  that,  strictly 
speaking,  Christine  was  not  exactly 
pretty.  There  was  her  nose,  for  instance, 
it  might  be — and  so  forth ;  and  her  mouth, 
well,  it  was  a  trifle  large,  and  some — hav- 
ing dark  dull  hair  themselves — thought 
the  reddish  tint  of  her's  and  the  way  she 
arranged  it,  just  the  least,  teeny  bit, 
for  so  nice  a  girl,  you  know,  well — loud. 
The  brown-faced  man  would  have  denied 
these  assertions  jointly  and  severally, 
seriatim  and  en  bloc,  and  cheerfully  main- 
tained his  denial  vi  et  armis  or  any  other 
old  way. 

Busy  with  her  paper  Christine  did  not 
see  the  admiring  young  man.  He  was 
tall,  well  built,  and  had  an  air  of  fine  fit- 
ness that  made  him  additionally  person- 
able. The  hat,  tilted  the  least  bit  on  one 
side,  gave  a  debonair  touch  of  cavalier 
gaiety  to  the  decidedly  attractive  figure. 
Christine,  in  the  war  zone,  was  oblivious 
of  all  this,  until  she  looked  up,  startled  a 
little  by  the  deep  but  not  disagreeable 
voice. 

"I  don't  think  I  can  be  mistaken,"  it 
said  at  her  shoulder.  "It  must  be  Chris- 
tine." 


By  A.  C.  Allenson 

Author  of  "In  the  House  of  Rimmon,"  "Small  Profits 
Quick  Returns,"  etc. 

With    Illustration 


She  was  a  self-possessed  little  lady,  but 
for  an  instant  surprise  took  her  aback. 
Then  she  folded  her  paper  and  smiled, 
very  adorably,  he  thought.  He  decided  on 
the  spot  that  grey  eyes,  with  just  that 
degree  of  sparkle  in  them,  were  the  most 
absolutely  satisfactory  eyes  imaginable. 
The  smile,  he  felt,  would  have  amply  re- 
warded the  victor  of  a  hard  campaign; 
and  he  was  a  mere  returning  prodigal. 

"Dick  Herrick!"  she  exclaimed,  giving 
him  her  hand.  As  Dick  clasped  it,  he 
knew  that  the  fatted  calf's  slaughter  on 
the  classic  occasion  had  been  a  grossly 
material  business.  When  last  he  had  seen 
Christine,  eight  years  before,  she  had 
been  a  girl  of  fourteen  in  short  skirts  and 
long  pigtails. 

«»  T  WAS  sure  the  minute  I  saw  you," 

■'■  he  declared  joyously.  "Going  to 
Bluewater,  of  course,  for  Christmas? 
Jolly  old  Christmas!  Santa  Claus,  plum 
pudding,  mistletoe,  and  things!"  He  was 
really  enthusiastic. 

"Yes,  are  you?"  she  enquired  with  a 
touch  of  severity. 

"Rather.  And  if  I  hadn't  been  I  would 
be,"  he  replied  decidedly. 

"Do  they  expect  you?"  she  pursued, 
with  almost  sisterly  persistence. 

"Expect  me?"  he  repeated.  "I  scarcely 
think  so.  I  am  going  to  surprise  them, 
so  that  Dad  won't  be  able  to  skip  out." 

"Dick,  you  ought  to  be  ashamed  of  your- 
self," she  reproached  him. 

"Well,  if  you  say  I  ought,  then  I  am, 
thoroughly  so,"  he  answered  accommodat- 
ingly. "I  say,  Christine,  how  you've 
grown." 

"Quite  remarkable  is  it  not?"  she  said. 

"I  mean  it  seems  queer  to  find  you  a 
real,  grown-up  woman,  you  know,"  he 
explained. 

"It  would  have  been  much  queerer  had 
I  remained  eight  years  at  fourteen,"  she 
replied  evenly.  "Whatever  one  may  do 
later — under  stress  of  necessity— it  is  not 
usual  on  the  flapper  side  of  twenty-two." 

"I  suppose  not,"  he  agreed.  "And  yet 
you  have  not  changed  a  great  deal.  Your 
eyes  happily  are  about  the  same,  and  grey 
eyes  are  very  wonderful.  And  I  have 
never  seen  just  that  subtly  pretty  shade 
of  hair,  a  kind  of  filmy  spun  sunlight." 

"You  are  much  more  polite  than  you 
used  to  be.  You  used  to  call  it  either 
'ginger'  or  'carrots,' "  she  said. 

"It  never  could  have  been  possible," 
he  declared  incredulously.  "There  are 
words  and  deeds  in  a  misspent  past  that 
unhappily  abide,  permanent,  stinging  sor- 
row, but "  he  smiled  and   shook  his 

head  sadly. 


"It  was  not  only  possible  but  actual," 
she  insisted. 

"Even  in  the  callowest,  most  insensate 
stage  of  brutish  boyhood,  I  cannot  ima- 
gine myself  so  utterly  crass  an  idiot,"  he 
declared. 

"I  can,  with  the  least  imagination," 
she  assured  him.  "But  suppose  we  cease 
discussing  my  personal  appearance  and 
your  mental  defects?  I  must  hurry  home 
to  lunch.  A  long  walk,  and  the  arduous 
duties  of  this  reception  committee  busi- 
ness have  been  exhausting." 

"Why,  of  course,  what  a  brute  I  am  to 
forget  it.  It  is  simply  the  unbelievable 
luck  of  meeting  you,  Christine,"  he  said 
enthusiastically.  "We  can  talk  in  a  taxi 
and  over  a  restaurant  table  much  more 
pleasantly  than  even  here." 

"I  said  'home,'  "  she  corrected  him.  "I 
stay,  when  in  town,  with  a  former  gover- 
ness of  mine." 

"Of  course,  quite  proper,"  he  commend- 
ed. "But  really,  Christine,  I  wouldn't 
dream  of  intruding  upon  the  dear  old 
thing.  Besides,  the  hour  of  the  proci- 
gal's  return  is  not  quite  the  proper  occa- 
sion for  taking  the  emergency  can  of  soup 
from  the  larder  shelf.  We  will  leave  it 
there,"  he  declared  magnanimously.  "You 
can't  leave  a  prodigal,  even  on  the  home 
stretch,  to  the  perils  of  a  great  city.  He 
might  lapse,  you  know,  and  leave  you 
singing  other  melodious  enquiries  about 
where  the  wandering  boy  might  be,  at  a 
guess,  to-night.  Really  I  am  hungry 
enough  to  demolish  the  fatted  calf,  horns, 
hoof,  hide,  and  all." 

THERE  was  cogency  in  his  reasoning, 
and  appeal  to  her  kindly  instincts. 
So  a  few  minutes  later  they  were  seated 
at  a  cosy  table  in  a  discreet  corner  of  the 
restaurant. 

"And  when  do  you  go  home,  Dick?"  she 
asked. 

"When  do  you  go?"  he  countered. 

"To-morrow,  the  twenty-third,"  she 
said. 

"And  by  a  delightful  coincidence  I  go 
on  the  twenty-third,"  he  announced.  "We 
can  dine  together  to-night,  take  in  a 
theatre,  and  to-morrow  hie  to  the  parental 
home.  As  you  are,  or  were,  father's 
ward,  the  term  fits  both  of  us  in  a  way." 

"I  don't  want  you  to  go  to-morrow,"  she 
said  firmly. 

"I  fear  I  really  must,"  he  insisted 
gently. 

"You  must  not."  Her  voice  was  man- 
datory. 

"But,  my  dearest  Christine!"  he  pro- 
tested. 

"The  unnecessary  superlative,  and  the 
other  Christines  apart" — she  had  a  de- 


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lightfully  firm  chin,  and  the  fullest,  finest 
little  firm  lips,  he  reflected — "I  do  not 
want  you  to  go.  Have  you  no  sense  of  the 
dramatic  values  of  a  situation  like  this?" 
"You  mean  our  meeting  like  this?  I 
decidedly  have.  Not  merely  dramatic, 
because  there's  lots  of  piffling  dramatic 
stuff,  but  romantic  in  the  finest,  tender- 
est  sense,"  he  answered. 

"I  mean  nothing  of  the  kind,"  she  said, 
stiffly.  "I  mean  the  situation  provided  by 
the  nearness  of  Christmas  and  your  re- 
turning from  the  far  country." 

^"I  am  afraid  not — if  the  sense  of  it 
ars  me  from  going  with  you,"  he  shook 
lis  head  gravely.  "And  if  I  had  it  would 
»e  a  sense  of  indignation  because  of  its 
nterference." 

"Yet  here  is  a  prodigal,  a  wandering 
X)y,  a  lost  black  sheep,"  she  began. 

"Baa !•  Baa!"  he  murmured.  "Don't 
nind  my  feelings.  Rub  it  in.  When  it 
lurts  I'll  try  to  remember  it's  all  for 
ny  good.  Go  on,  Christine,  please. 
Sheep — Black  Sheep'  was  where  you  left 
ff." 

"And  the  day  after  to-morrow  is  Christ- 
inas Eve,  when  ghosts  walk  and  right- 
linded  prodigals  turn  homeward,"  she 
^ent  on.  "It  will  snow  heavily,  pitilessly, 
'here  will  be  a  fat  turkey  on  the  paternal 
oard.  The  agonized  relatives  will  be 
ating  it  with  appetite  even  sorrow  can- 
ot  destroy.  The  lights  will  be  ablaze,  the 
linds  up,  just  to  let  the  hungry  outsiders 
now  what  they  are  missing.  It  would  be 
etter  if  the  prodigal  had  a  wife  with 
aby  in  arms  and  two  more  clutching  her 
ress,  and  all  of  them  knee  deep  in  snow. 
R-r-r.  I  suppose  there  isn't  a  Mrs. 
rodigal,  and  Masters  and  Misses  Prodi- 
il?" 

"Merciful  Moses!  No!"  grunted  Dick. 
"A  drawback,  but  not  absolutely  vital," 
lie  commented.  "Just  as  papa  plunges 
e  knife  into  the  turkey  the  prodigal  ap- 
ars  at  the  window,  collarless,  unshaven, 
inds  elbows  deep  in  pockets,  red  nose, 
dicative  of  fatal  weakness,  pressed 
tainst  the  window  pane." 
"Not  on  a  zero  night,  surely,  Chris- 
le?"  he  remonstrated.  "That's  the  worst 
realists,  they  don't  know  just  where  to 
>p." 

"Well,  that's  a  detail,"  she  conceded, 
'he  main  point  is,  this  situation  cannot 
wasted." 
"Writing  for  the  movies,  like  the  rest 
I  the  inky  millions?"  he  enquired.  "I 
Ippose  there  will  be  the  family  bulldog 
d  the  cinematograph  machine  simul- 
leously  grinding  me  up." 
'And  now  all  that  is  fixed,"  she  said 
th  a  relieved  sigh,  "we  can  talk  about 
ere  you  have  been  and  what  you  have 
in  doing  all  this  time.  It  was  a  great 
prise  when  I  came  back  from  school 
years  ago  to  find  you  had  vanished 
m  home  a  month  or  two  before.  Really, 
'k,  I  can  hardly  believe  it  is  eight  years 


No,  it  doesn't  seem  that  time  since  we 

!>e  torn  apart,  youthful  but  ardent 
sethearts,  that  you  might  go  across  the 
an  in  pursuit  of  a  quite  unnecessary 
cation,"  he  mused.  "You  remember, 
ristine,  how  we  read  of  Scotch  sweet- 
rta  breaking  a  sixpence  at  parting. 
!  best  we  could  raise  was  a  nickel  and 


In  After 
Years- 


^^^ 


One  can  be  mighty 
glad  if,  in  the  spring-  and 
summer-time  of  life,  some 
care  was  given  to  Nature's 
laws  of  health. 

To  a  great  degree 
continued  elasticity,  vigor 
and  happiness  lie  in  the 
rational  use  of  good  food 
and  drink,  and  in  the 
avoidance  of  those  things 
that  usually  hasten  a  con- 
dition of  old  age. 

For  this  reason  a  great 
many  thoughtful  people 
have  adopted 

POSTUM 

as  their  usual  table  beverage. 

It  is  a  pure,  cereal  food-drink,  free  from  any  harm- 
ful substance,  but  nourishing,  and  especially  delicious  in 
flavor.  Where  tea  or  coffee  interferes  with  personal 
comfort,  a  change  to  Postum  brings  happy  results. 

^There's  a  Reason" 

— at  Grocers. 

Canadian  Postum  Cereal  Co.,  Ltd.,  Windsor,  Ont. 


A    PRAISEWORTHY    GIFT   FOR   WIFE  OR   MOTHEl 

The  lot  of  tlie  hau.=ewife  or  mother  i.s  not  all  roses— upon  her  falls  the  care  of  keeping  tl 
children's  clothing  clean  and  in  good  repair— a  family  washing  is  a  hard,  weary  task— 
breaks  do^^n  health  and  saps  the  vitality,  leaving  the  poor  moUier  fatigued  and  weary. 
The  time  was  when  she  was  younger  and  could  stand  the  strain  better.  But  now!— weU 
is  not  a  square  deal  to  ask  any  woman  to  wash  clothes  in  the  old  way  when  the  wear 
back-aching  fatigue  can  be  entirely  done  away  with  and  washmg  made  light.  ea9>-  ai 
economical  by  th^  EASY   \ACUUlM   WASHER. 

When  one  realizes  the  time,  money  and  health  that  is  saved  by  the  use  of  aa  BAS 
Washer,  the  cr^'  will  be— I  CANNOT  AFFORD  TO  BE  WITHOUT  ONE.  Can  you  thii 
of  a  better  Christmas  gift  for  mother  or  wife  than  the  EASY  Washer—a  gift  that  w 
mean  years  of  freedom  from  the  wash-tub  drudgery.  The  EASY  is  the  one  washing  ma<^i] 
that  any  home  can  be  well  proud  of— it  is  a  real  machine  for  washing  clothes,  quickl 
thoroughly,  economically,  without  that  wear  and  tear  of  the  washboard  which  is  »o  ha 
on   clothes. 

Nothing    co'ild    be    more    appreciated    as    n    Xmas    Oift.      Nothing    wmild    he.      Choice 
Electric,    Gasoline   or  Hand-driven   machines,    all    effective   and   highly   satisfaclary.     Orde 
shntild   be  itlaced   in  advanc  imder  pre.sent  material   and  labor  shortages.     Write   to-da^r   f 
f;rll    particulars. 
EASY  WASHER  COMPANY  -  52  Clinton  Place,  Toroni 


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IVORY 

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Your  Face 


To  hold  that  beauty  in  the  face  which  is  health,  the 
skin  must  be  clean — not  merely  free  from  dirt  but 
clean  with  the  perfect  cleanness  of  unclogged  pores  and 
freedom  from  irritation. 

The  only  way  to  produce  cleanness  of  this  kind  is  to  use 
a  soap  that  can  be  rubbed  into  the  pores  without  smarting, 
and  then  rinsed  out  completely  without  leaving  tiny  particles 
of  soap  sticking  to  the  skin. 

Ivory  Soap  cannot  irritate.  It  does  not  contain  uncom- 
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my  knife  wouldn't  cut  it,  so  we  changed 
it  into  pennies,  taking  two  apiece,  and 
spending  the  balance  on  peanuts?  Happy, 
happy  days!" 

"Which  I  ate — the  peanuts  I  mean,  not 
the  happy  days— like  a  little  pig,  while - 
you  were  sentimental.  Really,  Dick,  it 
was  the  funniest  thing  I  ever  saw,  you 
being  sentimental.  I've  howled  with 
delight  at  the  recollection  of  it  a  hundred 
times."    She  laughed. 

"Oh!  I  don't  know."  And  he  smiled 
across  into  her  eyes.  "This  I  do  know, 
though,  I've  lived  on  the  memory  of  that 
kiss  through  many  a  tough  time."  The 
crimson  fleeted  over  her  laughing  face, 
and  her  eyes  fell  for  an  instant. 

"But,  tell  me,  Dick,  about  the  prodi- 
gal." she  switched  off. 

"There's  not  a  great  deal  to  tell,"  he 
replied.  "He  was  the  same  as  most  of 
the  prodigals.  Knocked  round  at  alt  kinds 
of  jobs.  The  open  road,  the  broad  high- 
way kind  of  thing,  you  know.  A  bit  of 
sport,  hunting  and  shooting  when  things 
were  good,  spells  of  hard  work,  mining, 
real  work  in  a  real  hole  with  real  pick 
and  shovel.  In  short,  you  may  say  that 
mine  has  been  a  chequered  career,  which 
means  a  career  without  much  of  the 
cheque  in  it." 

"Now,  remember,  not  one  minute  be- 
fore eight  o'clock  on  Christmas  Eve,"  she 
admonished  him  when  he  put  her  into  the 
taxi. 

"It  shall  be  as  my  lady  commands,"  he 
responded.  "And  at  what  hour  may  I 
call  for  you  this  evening?" 

"Well,  since  you  are  going  to  be  good 
and  do  what  I  ask,  you  may  call  at  6.30." 
He  noted  the  address  carefully,  and  she 
drove  away,  leaving  him  in  a  state  of 
high  satisfaction  with  a  most  excellent 
world.  There  were  points,  other  than 
dramatic,  about  being  a  prodigal. 


II. 

Ir  was  the  twenty-third  of  December. 
Lovers  of  old-fashioned  Christmas 
seemed  likely  to  have  their  heart's  desire^ 
for  snow  beat  heavily  on  the  windows,  and 
a  howling  gale  raged  about  the  hills.  The 
dining  room  at  Lakeview  was  a  snug 
place  on  such  a  night.  People  who  I'kt 
the  lighter,  more  artistic  appointments 
of  modern  times  might  have  criticized  iti 
heavy,  mid-Victorian  solidity.  Darl 
panelled  wainscot,  ponderously  framet 
oil  paintings,  vast  mahogany  table,  heav; 
.substantial  furnishings.  But  this  nigh' 
the  most  fastidious  must  have  been  im 
pressed  by  the  glow  and  comfort  of  thi 
room.  A  great,  open  fireplace,  upoi 
which  logs  hissed  and  crackled,  gave  th 
final  touch  of  cheery  homeliness.  Tb 
room,  as  indeed  the  whole  house,  ex 
pressed  the  personality  of  Robert  Herric 
— solid,  affluent,  comfortable. 

He  was  a  self-made  man,  and  proud  o 
it  in  a  modest  way.  There  were  tradi 
tions,  dating  not  far  back,  of  his  prowes 
with  axe  and  pick  before  Bluewater  cam 
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how  to  tackle  a  job  requiring  muscle  an 
nerve.  He  had  been  one  of  the  pioiieei 
of  mining  in  the  Bluew^ater  country,  an 
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been  lucky  -r-  they  were  those  who  had 
been  blind  to  opportunity,  and  had  lacked 
his  vision  and  courage.  He  now  sat  at 
the  head  of  the  table,  ruddy,  strong,  clean- 
shaved  face,  crisp,  short,  greying  hair, 
a  big  man  in  every  respect,  with  a  temper, 
report  had  it,  as  short  and  crisp  as  his 
hair.  Those  who  knew  him  best  said  he 
was  as  warm  of  heart  as  of  temper. 

Opposite  sat  his  wife,  a  slight,  pretty 
woman,  quiet,  conciliatory,  with  the  just 
reputation  of  being  able  to  twist  him 
round  her  little  finger.  On  his  right  was 
Miss  Ann  Elton,  his  sister-in-law,  an  eld- 
erly, brusque  woman,  who,  possessed  of 
ample  means,  travelled  much,  but  gener- 
ally managed  to  be  at  Bluewater  for  the 
Christmas  holidays.  She  was  reputed  to 
be  the  only  person  of  whom  Mr.  Herrick 
was  afraid;  and,  if  that  was  not  quite 
a  true  indication  of  their  relations,  she 
was  one  who  would  as  soon  contradict 
him  as  not,  and  consequently  he  regarded 
her  with  very  real  respect  and  affection. 
Facing  Miss  Elton  sat  Christine  May- 
hew  who  had  arrived  at  noon.  She  was 
a  daughter  of  Mr.  Herrick's  late  partner, 
and  had  been  the  hale  old  gentleman's 
ward  until  she  came  of  age. 

THE  dinner,  now  approaching  its  ter- 
mination, had  been  a  quieter  func- 
tion than  usual.  Mr.  Herrick  was  de- 
cidedly not  in  holiday  mood,  and  had 
taken  but  little  part  in  the  conversation. 
He  had,  moreover,  sniffed  rather  aggres- 
sively at  the  evergreen  decorations  the 
ladies  had  arranged  in  the  afternoon, 
complaining  that  the  smell  of  them  gave 
him  a  headache,  and  that  they  were  messy 
things,  dropping  leaves  and  needles  all 
over  the  place.  He  had  sighed  heavily 
when  his  wife  ran  over  the  list  of  guests 
for  Christmas  Eve. 

The  Herricks  had  their  great  party  on 
that  evening,  reserving  the  next  day  for 
exclusively  family  celebrations.  Mr.  Her- 
rick was  a  hospitable  man,  without  a 
shred  of  newly  rich  snobbery  in  his  robust 
composition,  but  this  year  he  did  not 
anticipate  the  gathering  of  the  clans  with 
any  delight. 

He  complained  that  his  relatives  from 
the  outlying  country  were  not  what  they 
used  to  be.  They  seemed,  since  he  got 
into  his  new  house,  to  fancy  they  had  to 
be  starched  before  they  came  nowadays. 
The  men  would  herd  together  as  if  in- 
vited to  a  funeral,  and  the  women  would 
sit  about  in  corners,  and  whisper  as  if 
the  corpse  was  in  the  middle  of  the  room. 
It  used  to  be  different  in  the  old  times,  but 
thank  goodness,  it  would  soon  be  over 
for  another  year. 

He  did  not  say  all  this  at  dinner,  but  it 
was  in  his  thought,  and  wet-blanketed 
his  manner.  When  addressed  directly 
he  would  look  up  absently,  and  answer 
briefly.  Mrs.  Herrick  always  humored 
his  crankily  contemplative  mood,  knowing 
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topics  in  which  she  was  vastly  interested. 
At  last,  when,  in  response  to  some  remark 
of  hers  about  Henry  Ford's  peace  pro- 
gramme, he  passed  her  the  mustard,  it 
was  more  than  her  kind  of  flesh,  blood, 
and  mind  could  s-tand.  Bob  needed  stir- 
ring up.  He  was  getting  out  of  sorts, 
liverish  probably.  That  was  the  way  with 
these  burly  athletic  men  when  they  gave 
up  physical  exercise  and  were  boxed  up 
in  offices.     He  needed  a  tonic  scrap. 

"You're  grumpy.  Bob!"  she  charged 
down  on  him. 

"Huh!  I  beg  your  pardon,  Ann."  He 
snorted  as  a  warhorse  is  popularly  sup- 
posed to  do  at  prospect  of  battle. 

"I  said  you  are  grumpy!"  she  repeated 
with  distinctness.  "What's  the  matter — 
business  cutting  up  badly?  You'd  better 
tell  me  if  that  is  so,  for  I  have  quite  a 
number  of  prospective  extravagances  in 
mind."  She  had  a  considerable  interest 
in  the  mines,  having  invested  her  small 
fortune  in  Herrick's  enterprise  in  the 
day  of  small  things,  to  her  vast  profit. 
She  knew  the  firm's  year  ended  in  mid- 
December.  Perhaps,  despite  contrary 
rumors,  the  year  had  been  discouraging. 

"Business!"  The  word  had  aroused 
him.  Hep  suggestion  seemed  almost  a 
reflection  on  his  managerial  abilities. 
"You  are  just  twenty-five  thousand  dol- 
lars richer  than  you  were  this  day  twelve- 
month, Ann.  Christine  is  the  same 
amount  ahead,  and  we  are  in  no  danger 
of  the  poorhouse."  He  nodded  to  his 
wife. 

"Then  what  on  earth  are  j'ou  kicking 
about?"  demanded  Miss  Ann.  She  was 
an  arden  apostle  of  woman's  w^nts  as 
well  as  her  rights,  and  did  not  see  the 
sense  of  leaving  useful  hyperbolic  expres- 
sions to  the  feebler  sex. 

"But  isn't  that  splendid?  Twenty-five 
thousand,"  interposed  Christine,  a  little 
indignant  at  Miss  Ann's  seeming  indiffer- 
ence to  the  result. 

"Of  course  it  is,"  agreed  Ann.  "Only 
an  idiot  would  impugn  your  business 
genius.  Bob."  And  Miss  Elton,  viewing 
her  brother-in-law  from  the  business 
angle,  meant  all  she  said.  A  man  who 
could  conjure  with  her  poor  little  two 
thousand  dollars,  and  bring  an  income 
of  twenty-five  thousand  out  of  it  was  a 
big,  fine,  generous  wizard,  whom  she  had 
no  thought  of  disparaging.  "What  I 
mean  is  that  with  all  this  success  to  buck 
you  up,  why  the  deuce  should  you  be 
grouchy?" 

"I  am  ashamed  of  my  town!"  exploded 
Mr.  Herrick  all  at  once.  "I  am  ashamed 
of  all  this  prosperity.  Gad!  I  wish  I 
were  fifteen  years  younger.  Here  we  are, 
rolling  in  money,  making  it  hand  over 
fist  out  of  the  war,  and  this  Christmas 
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CfjrigtmajS 

By  RICHARD   DAWSON. 

IT  WAS  CHRISTMAS  DAY.  It  just 
needed  thirty  minutes  before  the  time 
arrived  that  Mrs.  Brent  had  set  for 
the  Brent  Family  to  .sit  down  to  their 
Christmas  dinner. 

The  young  children  had  just  finished 
one  of  the  happiest  days  of  their  lives. 
Olive,  Mrs.  Brent's  eldest  daughter,  and 
Helen  Lennox,  who  was  Olive's  greatest 
friend,  had  just  seen  the  last  of  the  young 
children  to  bed,  and  the  two  girls  were 
now  in  Olive's  room  putting  the  finishing 
touches  on  their  already  perfect  toilet, 
when  Mrs.  Brent  entered,  much  disturbed 
that  her  husband  had  not  returned  from 
town. 

"I  can't  imagine  what  is  keeping  him, 
Olive,  that  he  could  not  be  with  his  family 
this  one  day  in  the  year ;  I  never  saw  any- 
thing like  your  father's  devotion  to  his 
business.  Of  course  I  know  he  is  just 
building  that  new  factory,  but  what  other 
man  would  go  to  work  on  Christmas  Day, 
even  if  he  was  putting  up  ten  factories? 
Even  if  he  does  come  in  right  away,  he 
will  hardly  have  time  to  dress  for  dinner." 

Just  at  that  moment  Rod  Brent's  voice 
was  heard  from  downstairs,  "Here  is  the 
Governor,  Mother,  just  coming  in  the 
door."  Mrs.  Brent,  now  relieved,  called 
back  to  Rod  to  tell  him  to  hurry  and  dress 
so  he  would  not  be  late,  while  she  went  to 
his  dressing-room  to  see  that  everything 
was  in  readiness  for  him. 

John  Brent  .was  now  nearly  dressed 
when  his  wife  again  entered  the  room. 
"John,  whatever  has  kept  you  ao  late? 
Surely  there  is  no  business  going  on  to- 
day that  would  keep  a  man  away  from 
his  family  all  day,  on  a  day  like  This?" 

"Yes  I  know,  Mary.  One  would  think  I 
might  be  with  you  this  day,  but  I  have 
had  so  much  trouble  down  at  the  new  fac- 
tory; nothing  seems  to  be  going  right.  I 
don't  know  whether  everybody  has  as 
much  trouble  with  their  power  plant  as  I 
have,  but  if  they  do,  I  feel  sorry  for  them. 
It  seems  that  nothing  fits.  We  buy  a 
steam  pump  from  one  company  to  be 
connected  to  a  feed  water  heater  that  we 
purchase  from  another  concern,  and  they 
do  not  fit  together.  Each  manufacturer 
says  the  other  is  to  blame,  then  each  tell 
me  they  supplied  exactly  what  I  ordered, 
and  then  it  is  up  to  me  to  adjust  and 
modify  them  until  they  fit.  The  header 
on  the  boiler  does  not  suit  the  eng:ine. 
Everything  one  can  think  of  seems  to  go 
wrong  till  they  drive  me  nearly  mad.  If 
I  am  not  there  to  attend  to  these  matters 
things  just  remain  at  a  standstill  and  the 
men  sit  around  doing  nothing,  drawing 
the  company's  pay." 

"Well,  nevermind,  John;  hurry  up  and 
get  yourself  ready  for  dinner,  as  Grace 
and  William  Morgan,  and  a  lot  of  others 
are  coming,  and  will  be  here  any  moment 
now,  and  I  don't  want  to  be  late." 

Mrs.  Brent's  dinner  was  always  good, 
and  the  family  and  their  guests  had  done 
ample  justice  to  it,  the  ladies  had  retired 
to  the  drawing  room,  leaving  the  men  to 
talk  together  over  their  «igars  and  coffee. 

"I  hear,  John,  from  your  superinten- 


dent," William  Morgan  began,  "that  you 
have  been  having  a  lot  of  trouble  down  at 
your  new  factory,  with  your  power  plant. 
He  tells  me  that  none  of  the  steam  appli- 
ances   you  purchased    suit  one  another, 
that  the  pipe  connections  are  all  different 
sizes,  and  so  forth,  and  that  you  have  had 
all  kinds  of  trouble  fitting  them  up.     I 
suppose     you  purchased  your  equipment 
from  a  lot  of  different  manufacturers,  and 
no  one  is  responsible  when  they  are  found 
not  to  fit.    Well,  I  realized  that  difficulty 
some  years  ago,  and  with  those  two  last 
factories  I  built  I  bought  all  the  equip- 
ment I   could   from   a   Montreal   concern 
called  "Darling  Brothers,  Limited,"  who 
supply  almost  everything  that  is  needed 
for  a  power  plant,  and  everything  went 
together  just  like  clock  work.    We  had  no 
trouble  at  all,  and  besides  any  little  that 
does  occur  you  can  put  it  right  up  to  them, 
they  can't  shift  the  responsibility  on  to 
some  one  else.     If  a  trap  does  not  work, 
they  can't  say  it  is  on  account  of  the  sep- 
arator that  was  supplied  by  some  other 
concern.        As  I   used  their   separators, 
pumps,    heaters,    and    everything    else, 
I  got  everything  in  shape  with  the  least 
amount  of  trouble  to  myself.        Besides 
they  make  better  steam  appliances  than 
anyone  in  Canada.     Even  if  they  do  cost 
you  a  little  more  money  at  the  time,  you 
will  spend  more  money  in  the  long  run  fix- 
ing things  up  as  you  have  had  to  do.   My 
motto  is,  to  pick  out  a  good  manufacturer 
of  steam  appliances,  and  give  them  the 
contract  for  everything  you  require  that 
can  be  supplied  by  them,  then  you  have 
only  one  concern  responsible  and  can  get 
some  satisfaction." 

"Well,  I  expect  you  are  right,  William. 
We  all  have  to  learn  by  experience,  and  if 
I  was  building  another  factory  I  would 
take  your  advice,  even  if  I  had  to  pay  Dar- 
ling double  the  amount  of  money  for  his 
goods.  It  would  be  money  in  pocket  in 
the  end,  with  the  trouble  I  have  had 
with  this  factory.  Here,  I  have  been  all 
Christmas  Day  at  the  factory  just 
straightening  out  such  difficulty,  instead 
of  being  with  my  family.  Now  that  I 
have  learned  my  lesson,  all  credit  to  you, 
William,  let  us  cut  out  this  business  talk 
and  go  and  join  our  families  in  the  draw- 
ing room." 

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January  Contributors 

SIR  GILBERT  PARKER 
STEPHEN  LEACOCK 
AGNES  C.  LAUT 
ALAN  SULLIVAN 
W.  A.CRAICK 
B.  D.  THORNLEY 
MAIN  JOHNSON 
A.  C.  ALLENSON 

and  many  others. 
In  fact,  the  best  numberyet. 


Continued  from  page  45. 

of    these    hyphenates    who    are    wearing 
tracks  across  the  border,  ever  since  they 
found  we  have  got  what  they  want  in  a 
mineral    way,"     he     answered     bitterly. 
"They  come  here,  eat  at  our  table,  fill 
their  pockets,  and  sneer  at  Canada  and 
j  the  Empire  bond,  and  tell  the  boys  they 
'  are   fools   to   fight   and   risk   their   lives, 
when  they  can  make  a  war  fortune  here 
;  in  a  year  or  two."     And  he  rapped  the 
i  table  sharply  with  his  knuckles. 
i      "And   we    sent   a   regiment  from   this 
j  county,  when  it  had  only  a  few  farmers 
to  settle  it,  in  the  Fenian  Raid  and  West- 
ern trouble  times,"  said  Miss  Ann. 

I  \\r  HERE  are  some  places  to  which  the 
[  *  '  war  has  brought  privation  and 
sorrow,  but  here  it  has  been  the  reverse," 
Mr.  Herrick  continued;  "Minerals  that 
used  to  supply  the  States  market  no  long- 
er come  from  Southern  Europe  and  Asia 
Minor.  Formerly  they  were  .shipped 
across  so  cheaply  that  we  could  not  mine 
them  here  profitably,  but  as  soon  as  war 
broke  out,  ours  became  the  only  supply 
available  for  American  markets.  There's 
scarcely  a  yard  of  the  hills  but  has  been, 
and  is  being,  ransacked.  Old  dumps  that 
have  lain  worthless  for  years  have  been 
sold  for  tens  of  thousands,  just  shovelled 
as  they  were  into  the  cars,  no  expense  or 
cost  of  any  kind.  In  other  places  men 
are  enlisting,  fighting,  dying,  and  women 
are  sorrowing  and  suffering  to  keep  the 
world  clean  and  straight,  but  here  men 
are  cramming  their  pockets,  with  eyes 
and  ears  for  nothing  else.  And  I  guess," 
he  went  on  slowly,  "some  of  the  stuff  that 
has  helped  to  buy  motor  cars  here,  and 
fatten  lean  pockets,  went  to  the  same  des- 
tination as  the  Canadian  nickel.  Think 
of  it!  Mineral  taken  from  these  Cana- 
dian hills  to  help  the  Hun  at  Essen  to 
hold  down  Belgium  and  kill  our  boys! 
Every  hyphenate  who  comes  across  the 
border  is,  behind  the  smile,  an  underhand 
preacher  against  patriotism,  with  the 
popular  text,  'Don't  be  fool  enough  to 
fight.  Fill  your  pockets  while  you  have 
the  chance.'  " 

"Where's  the  public  spirit  of  the  town  ?" 
asked  Miss  Ann.  "I  remember  the  time 
when  the  place  would  have  been  too  hot 
to  hold  them." 

"Public  spirit!"  he  repeated  scorn- 
fully. "Dollars  are  killing  it  in  this  carap. 
There's  Garston,  the  next  mining  town. 
It  hasn't  the  stuff  the  hyphenates  want, 
and  there  are  two  hundred  of  their  men 
on  the  fighting  line.  In  Bluewater  you 
can  hear  big  likely  young  fellows  talk 
about  what  Canada's  boys  are  doing,  but 
when  it  comes  to  the  personal  matter 
they  do  their  fighting  by  proxy,  at  moving 
picture  shows,  loafing  over  soda  counters, 
drinking  tea  at  parties.  Sometimes  they 
put  on  bluff  khaki,  shoulder  a  gun  and 
start  out  to  shoot  rabbits  and  partridges 
— anything  guaranteed  not  to  fight  back." 

"We  don't  mine  any  of  the  stuff  thai 
goes  to  Germany,  or  will  be  likely  to  go?" 
asked  Miss  Ann. 

"Thank  God,  no,  we  mine  for  the  Bri- 
tish navy,"  answered  her  brother-in-law 
proudly.  "If  there  was  any  risk  of  a  , 
German  grabbing  a  pound  I'd  shut  the 
pits  to-morrow.  If  we  won't  or  can't 
fight,  the  least  we  can  do  is  to  see  that  the 


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boys  who  can,  shall  have  every  kind  of 
backing  we  can  give  them." 

"I  suppose  our  big  profit  this  year  is 
war  money?"  asked  Christine. 

"Yes,  my  dear,  and  we  are  going  to 
have  a  bit  of  talk  about  that  later,"  re- 
plied Mr.  Herrick.  "But  when  all  is  said 
and  done  we  have  to  put  the  fighting  man 
into  the  field.  Money  will  do  a  lot,  but  it 
only  helps,  it  is  the  men  we  have  to  get. 
Riches  are  worse  than  nothing  when  you 
haven't  the  men  who'll  fight  to  the  finish 
when  the  pinch  comes.  And  Canada  is 
sending  them — and  all  the  rest  of  the 
Empire — its  brainiest,  its  noblest,  its 
richest.    But  there  isn't  a  Bluewater  man 

there,  that's  what  chokes  me.  I  wish " 

he  did  not  finish  the  sentence,  but  kicked 
back  his  chair  and  went  out  of  the  room. 

"He  feels  it  dreadfully,  Ann,"  said  Mrs. 
Herrick,  when  the  door  of  the  den  slam- 
med. "Do  you  know  he  went  off  himself, 
and  he's  past  60,  and  tried  to  get  into 
one  of  the  regiments.  He  told  the  most 
awful  lies  about  his  age,  too,  but  it  was  no 
use." 

"Good  old  Bob!"  said  Ann,  her  eye 
glistening. 

"And  you  know  it  makes  him  fret  all 
the  more  about  Dick."  Mrs.  Herrick  con- 
tinued, her  lip  trembling.  "He  fancies  if 
Dick  had  been  here,  there  would  have  been 
a  Bluewater  boy  fighting.  I  don't  know 
sometimes  whether  I  am  glad  or  sorry  he 
went  away  to  the  States.  It  is  easy  to 
talk  about  mothers  tying  boys  to  their 
apron  strings  but,  it  must  be  terrible  to 
let  them  go.  The  mothers  and  wives  are 
braver  even,  I  think,  than  the  sons  and 
husbands." 

"Where  is  Dick?"  asked  Miss  Ann. 

"I  don't  know,"  replied  Mrs.  Herrick. 
"Now  and  again  a  letter  comes  through 
the  New  York  office  of  the  firm  he  went 
north  for,  but  it  is  always  indefinite. 
Practically  all  we  know  is  that  he  is 
well.  But,  oh !  I  wish  he  were  back,  even 
for  a  day  or  two.  Robert  and  he  are  much 
alike,  proud,  independent,  more  than  gen- 
erous, but  quick  and  impulsive.  Robert 
never  seemed  to  realize  that  Dick  at 
twenty-two,  made  much  of  at  College  and 
among  other  men,  was  no  longer  a  boy. 
Dick  did  not  mind  staying  at  the  foot  of 
the  ladder  till  he  learned  about  things,  but 
his  father  seemed  to  think  he  ought  to  re- 
main there  till  he  became  grey-headed. 
Robert  knows  now  that  he  made  a  terrible 
mistake;  but  there  it  is.  Dick  made  no 
fuss  but  just  went  away,  and  his  father 
said  some  hard  things  about  coming  back, 
that  he  did  not  mean.  But  that  hurt  Dick, 
I   know." 

Christine  rose,  she  felt  that  if  she  stay- 
ed her  secret  would  escape. 

"We  promised  to  help  with  the  Church 
decorations,"  she  said. 

"Yes,  I'll  be  ready  in  five  minutes," 
answered  Mrs.  Herrick  rising,  with  a 
sigh.  Miss  Elton  did  not  accompany  them, 
but  when  they  had  gone,  she  made  her 
Way  to  the  den  where  her  brother-in-law 
sat  brooding  over  his  pipe. 

"Hello,  Ann,  come  in,"  he  welcomed  her. 

For  some  time  they  talked  business. 
She  was  shrewd  and  practical,  and  he 
paid  her  the  compliment  of  explaining 
mine  matters  in  detail. 

"A  great  year.  Bob!"  she  said.    "Dear 


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me!  how  the  years  do  fly.  It  seems  only 
the  other  day  last  Christmas  was  here." 
"Yes,  they  go  swiftly,"  he  replied.  "I'll 
be  glad  though,  when  we  get  into  the 
New  Year,  and  all  this  holiday  fuss  is 
over.  It  used  to  be  different  when  Dick 
was  a  little  chap.  There  was  fun  in  it, 
buying  presents,  hiding  them,  and  the 
discovery  on  Christmas  morning.  We 
hadn't  much  money  then,  and  once  or 
twice,  at  the  big  pinches  it  meant  hard 
figuring,  but  we  always  managed." 

T  T  E  was  still  talking,  for  she  was  a  dis- 
■'■  -*•  creet  woman,  when  the  other  ladies 
returned.  The  talk  had  done  him  good. 
Miss  Ann  had  listened,  now  and  again 
guilding  the  conversation  with  a  skilful 
touch.  It  all  came  back  to  the  shortcom- 
ings of  Bluewater  in  the  matter  of  patrio- 
tism, and  behind  that  the  absence  of  Dick. 
Miss  Ann  resolved  that  she  would  tura 
the  world  upside  down,  if  necessary,  in 
her  effort  to  bring  back  the  old  gladness 
to  the  fine-natured  old  man. 

Christine,  noting  the  change  in  Mr. 
Herrick,  began  to  unfold  her  plans.  Mrs. 
Herrick  had  entrusted  her  with  the  en- 
tertainment arrangements,  and  she  had 
resolved  that  the  reproach  of  dullness 
should  not  be  justly  laid  against  her 
Christmas  Eve  recreations.  She  had  en- 
gaged fiddlers,  Bluewater's  only  orches- 
tral possession,  the  doors  between  the  big 
library  and  drawing  rooms  had  been 
opened,  furniture  and  rugs  removed,  and 
a  capital  dancing  floor  provided.  A  huge 
Christmas  tree  had  been  set  up,  and  was 
to  be  loaded  with  presents  for  guests  and 
household.  Rooms  for  cards  and  the  more 
frivolous  amusements  for  young  folks 
were  set  apart.  If  Christine's  plans  did 
not  crumble  in  some  amazing  way.  Lake- 
view  would  have  an  epochal  Christmas 
Eve. 

III. 

UNDER  the  magic  spell  of  her  influ- 
ence Mr.  Herrick  abandoned  the 
office  at  noon,  and  became  an  obedient  as- 
si.?tant.  By  four  o'clock  everything  was 
in  order.  Mrs.  Herrick  and  her  sister 
had  completed  the  vast  kitchen  campaign 
with  the  aid  of  a  band  of  extra  servants. 
Great  tables  were  laid  in  the  extended 
dining  room  for  nearly  a  hundred  guests. 
The  countryside  was  coming.  Uncles  and 
aunts,  sisters  and  brothers,  nephews  and 
nieces,  and  cousins  of  every  degree;  the 
social  lights  of  the  vicinity,  mine  men, 
bosses,  clerks,  and  foremen,  with  the 
lawyer  and  parson  to  round  them  off.  Not 
a  very  aristocratic  gathering  maybe,  but 
a  solid  one,  representing  the  best  kind  of 
backbone  a  country  can  have.  Farmers 
with  carefully  brushed,  not  very  modern 
black  broadcloth,  garments,  and  wonder- 
ful tics,  women  in  jealously  hoarded  silks, 
not  of  yesterday's  loom,  fresh  colored 
pretty  girls  in  the  fashions  of  the  day, 
great  strapping  lads.  Just  a  sociable 
gathering  of  prosperous,  independent, 
self-respecting  people.  Mr.  Herrick  rose 
to  the  pinch  as  he  always  did,  slapped  the 
men  on  the  shoulder,  saluted  the  elder 
ladies  cordially  by  Christian  name,  joked 
about  mistletoe  perils  with  laughing  girls. 
Aa  supper  time  drew  near,  everything 
Continued  on  page  58. 


55 


The  Bluewater 
Prodigal 

Continued  from  page  48. 

was  down  to  a  fine,  smooth,  running  basis. 
The  great  gong  had  sounded  and  the 
guests  were  making  their  way  into  the 
dining  room,  when  an  unexpected  guest 
turned  up — none  other  than  Major  Pains- 
wick,  of  Garsiton,  a  mining  friend  of  Mr. 
Herrick,  who  had  been  in  Flanders  until 
recently  and  had  just  arrived  home.  There 
was  a  merry  glint  in  his  eye  as  he  greeted 
Christine,  and  a  whisper  that  told  her  he 
was  in  the  secret  and  could  be  trusted. 
He  must  have  come  up  on  the  same  train 
as  Dick. 

At  last  all  were  seated,  waiters  scurry- 
ing hither  and  thither,  knives  and  forks 
clattering  merrily,  conversation  brisk, 
loud  and  cheerful,  when  there  came  a  loud 
peal  at  the  front  door  bell.  Who  was 
late?  Not  a  guest  was  unaccounted  for. 
Mr.  Herrick  dropped  knife  and  fork  to 
listen.  His  wife  looked  white  and  shaky. 
Christine  seemed  strangely  nervous  and 
excited.  A  wide  smile  adorned  the  fea- 
tures of  the  Maior,  and  he  winked  unob- 
servedly  at  the  little  figure  in  white  across 
the  table.  Magically  the  noises  in  the 
room  were  stilled.    Who  could  it  be? 

Mrs.  Herrick  caught  the  sound  of  the 
voice  in  the  hall  first. 

"Dick!"  she  cried,  and  flew  to  the  door. 
Mr.  Herrick's  chair  flew  back  imperilling 
a  smiling  servitor.  Christine  rose  and 
sat  down  again.  She  heard  the  mother's 
glad,  smothered  cry,  and  the  father's 
warm  welcome. 

'  I  *HE  clamor  in  the  room  was  at  its 
■*■  height  when  the  door  opened  and  in 
walked  Robert  Herrick,  the  proudest  and 
happiest  man  in  Canada,  standing  at  the 
door  to  let  Dick  and  his  mother  enter. 
They  stood  a  moment  at  the  door,  an  im- 
pressive group,  as  if  halted  by  the  up- 
roarious greeting.  Christine  looked, 
amazed  as  the  rest,  for  her  prodigal  was 
arrayed,  not  in  the  garments  the  far 
country  had  made  havoc  of,  but  a  vastly 
becoming  uniform  of  khaki.  And  it  was 
not  until  her  hand  beneath  the  table  was 
clasped  by  a  strong  big  one,  and  squeezed 
that  she  recovered,  to  some  degree,  her 
self-possession.  Before  she  did  this,  it  is 
to  be  chronicled  that  she  squeezed  back 
more  than  once. 

When  dinner  at  last  was  finished,  the 
loyal  toasts  were  honored,  for  Mr.  Her- 
rick was  a  punctilious  man  in  these  re- 
spects— King,  Country,  Empire,  Boys  in 
the  fighting  line.  Boys  on  the  fighting 
ships,  and  the  Mighty,  Glorious  dead. 
Then  Major  Painswick  got  to  his  feet. 

"I  did  not  know  till  an  hour  or  two  ago 
that  I  should  have  the  pleasure  of  being 
here  with  my  old  friends  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Herrick  to-night,"  he  began.  "Nor  did  I 
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IS  fighting  not  only  for  King  and  Empire, 
but  for  God,  honor,  righteousness. 

A  terrific  prideful  cheer  made  the  ceil- 
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"My  town,  Garston,  has  written  its 
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Bluewater's  name  is  there,  too.  There 
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vi'hen  the  drum  began  to  hum,  and  he 
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step,  received  a  command  to  Buckingham 
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him  the  Disting:uished  Service  Order.  I 
heard  that  King  George  enquired  whence 
Captain  Herrick  came  and,  when  he  heard 
it  was  from  Bluewater,  he  said  the  town 
and  Canada  should  be  proud  of  its  son. 
My  friends,  I  give  you  the  toast  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Herrick  and  Captain  Richard 
Herrick,  Military  Cross,  Distinguished 
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TT  really  seemed  as  if  the  roof  must  lift, 
■'■  for  they  have  lungs  at  Bluewater. 
Christine  sat  with  shining  eyes  and 
trembling  lips.  Dick  had  to  reach  under 
the  cloth  again  and  hold  her  hand  tight. 
It  is  not  necessary  to  describe  the  glories 
of  that  night,  of  the  girls  Dick  danced  with 
and  the  lads  Christine  danced  with,  the 
smiling  joy  of  Mrs.  Herrick,  and  the 
beaming  pride  of  Mr.  Herrick.  And 
there  were  lads  who  came  to  Dick  and 
Major  Painswick  to  learn  more  about  the 
fighting,  and  how  to  get  into  a  regiment, 
and  if  it  would  be  possible  for  Bluewater 
boys  to  get  into  a  regiment  where  there 
was  a  Bluewater  officer. 

And  when  they  had  all  gone,  and  the 
old  folks  were  off  to  bed,  there  was  just 
a  minute  at  the  foot  of  the  stairs.  It 
would  be  hard  to  say  just  how  it  hap- 
pened. Anyway  the  house  was  very  still 
after  the  tumult,  and  there  was  a  sprig 
of  mistletoe  hanging  suggestively.  In 
that  blissful  moment  Dick's  arms  went 
round  the  charming  little  white  figure. 
Really,  it  was  a  most  satisfactory  Christ- 
mas Eve  party,  and  the  Prodigal  came 
home  in  style. 

There  was  a  wedding  a  few  weeks  later 
at  Bluewater,  for  love  may  not  linger 
when  war  is  afoot.  And  when  Dick  sailed 
again  overseas  he  left  a  pretty  little  war 
bride  in  Bluewater  to  keep  the  home  fire 
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Contents  of  Reviews 


roumania  and  its  rubicon   56 

Neglecting  our  Children  Wisely  59 

Germany's  Luxurious  Trenches   62 

The   Strangle   Hold    65 


The  Future  of  Belgium  67 

Air  Monsters  in  Their  Lair 71 

Von   Moltke  Retired — Why?    73 

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Roumania  and  Its  Rubicon 


Uow  the  Hope  of  a  Greater  Roumania  and 

the  Fear  of  a  Strangled  Homeland 

Influenced  her  Decision. 


FEW  states  in  history  have  been  called  to 
such  momentous  decisions  as  Roumania 
faced  when  it  plunged  boldly  into  the  Euro- 
pean flood  of  blood  and  carnage.  A  most  in- 
teresting article  appearing  in  the  National 
Geographic  Magazine  outlines  graphically  her 
position,  impelled  by  both  hope  and  fear  to 
enter  the  struggle — the  hope  of  a  greater 
Roumania  and  the  fear  of  a  strangled  home> 
land.     The  writer  says  in  part: 

In  the  whirlpool  of  racial  rivalries  of  south- 
eastern Europe — where  Roman  and  Goth,  Hun 
and  Slav,  Magyar  and  Mongol,  with  all  their 
descendant  peoples,  have  run  over  one  another 
and  been  run  over  in  their  turn — fate  left  the 
Roumanians  in  the  majority  in  a  territory  of 
more  than  90,000  snuare  miles.  It  scattered 
more  than  12,000,000  of  them  over  these  lands 
— more  than  7,000,000  in  Roumania  itself  and 
some  5,000,000  elsewhere. 

In  Bessarabia,  a  province  of  17,000  square 
miles  and  2,600,000  population,  belonging  to 
Russia,  two-thirds  of  the  people  are  Rou- 
manian; in  Transylvania,  the  eastern  part  of 
Hungary,  a  land  of  21,000  square  miles  and 
having  a  population  of  2,500,000,  60  per  cent., 
Roumania  claims,  are  Roumanians;  in  Buko- 
wina,  an  Austrian  crownland  of  4,000  square 
miles  and  1,000,000  population,  more  than 
half  are   said  to  be  Roumanians. 

And  so  12,000,000  people  yearn  for  a  "re- 
stored" Roumania — all  ethnographic  Rouma- 
nia under  the  flag  of  political  Roumania. 
If  their  country  remained  neutral,  they  rea- 
•  soned,  there  would  be  no  chance  of  such  a 
happy  result.  They  might,  they  felt,  get 
something  out  of  Russia  if  the  Central  Pow- 
ers won  with  Roumania  on  their  side;  but 
Transylvania  and  Bukowina  would  still  be 
beyond  their  grasp. 

On    the    other    hand,    they    believed    Russia 
,, would   give   them    Bessarabia   as   a   prize   for 
.^-participation  on  her  side,  and  the  Allies  Buko- 
»^wina  and  Transylvania  on  condition  of  an  al- 
lied  victory. 

But  if  hope  of  a  "reunited"  Roumania  ap- 
rjPHalo)*  ffreatly  to  the  Roumanians,  the  fear  of 
strangulation,    if   not   extinction,   turned   the 
'^ales  positively  to  the  cause  of  the  Allies. 


To  show  what  this  fear  was  and  how  it 
impressed  the  people  of  Roumania,  I  can  do 
no  better  than  to  quote  from  a  booklet  issued 
from  the  Oxford  University  Press,  whose 
author  is  D.  Mitrany,  a  Roumanian  advocat- 
ing intervention.     He  says: 

"But  if  the  Allies  win,  the  Austro-Hun- 
garian  monarchy  will  no  doubt  be  dismem- 
bered, and  Roumania  will  find  herself  in  the 
not  very  enviable  position  of  being  tenderly 
squashed  between  the  palm  of  the  Slav  and 
the  fingers  of  the  Magyar. 

"But.  further  than  this,  one  of  the  chief 
aims  of  Russian  policy  has  always  been  the 
possession  of  the  Dardanelles.  Russian  never 
was  as  near  to  its  realization  as  she  is  now, 
when  the  Turkish  Empire  is  a  thing  of  the 
nast  and  when  she  has  England  as  an  ally — 
England,  who  has  always  barred  her  way  to 
the  Golden  Horn. 

"Russia  in  Constantinople,  however,  means 
the  strangulation  of  Roumania.  Bulgaria 
has  an  outlet  on  the  .^gean,  Serbia  will  no 
doubt  have  one  to  the  Adriatic,  but  Roumania 
depends  entirely  upon  the  Dardenelles.  Her 
splendid  position  at  the  mouth  of  the  Danube, 
her  possessions  on  the  Black  Sea,  will  be  of 
little  worth  with  the  mighty  Empire  of  the 
Tsar  dominating  the  Black  Sea,  the  Sea  of 
Marmora  and  the  Straits.  Not  only  is  the 
cheap  waterway  an  absolute  necessity  for  the 
bulkv  products  -  corn,  petroleum  and  timber — 
which  form  the  chief  exports  of  Roumania, 
but  these  also  form  the  chief  exports  of  Rus- 
sia, who  by  the  stroke  of  the  pen,  may  rule 
Roumania   completely   out   of   competition." 

Let  us  turn  from  her  choice  and  the  trials 
its  making  involved  and  go  about  among  the 
people,  in  the  hope  that  we  may  learn  some- 
thing of  their  ways,  their  viewpoint,  their 
relationships,    their   history. 

The  country  to-day  is  governed  by  a  king, 
who  is  a  constitutional  monarch,  and  a  Par- 
liament made  up  of  a  Senate  and  a  Chamber 
of  Deputies.  The  Senate  has  120  members, 
who  are  elected  for  eight  years.  No  man 
with  an  income  of  less  than  $1,880  a  year 
can  be  a  senator.  The  Chamber  of  Deputies 
has  a  membership  of  183,  and  the  term  of  a 
deputy  is  four  years.  The  masses  can  vote 
for  deputies  indirectly,  but  not  even  indi- 
rectly for  senators.  It  takes  fifty  manhood- 
suffrage  votes  to  offset  one  property-owner's 
or  educated-man's  vote.  The  men  who  get 
their  right  to  vote  on  the  basis  of  manhood 
suffrage  and  not  on  the  basis  of  wealth  or 
education  simply  vote  for  a  man  to  cast  their 
vote  for  deputy,  and  it  takes  fifty  of  them  to 
have  one  vote  cast  in   their  behalf. 


The  electorate  is  divided  into  three  classes, 
the  value  of  their  respective  votes  being  de- 
pendent on  the  status  of  the  individuals  en- 
titled to  vote  in  the  several  classes.  The 
manhood-suffrage  contingent  above  referred 
to  constitutes  the  third  class.  Railroad  passes 
are  given  by  law  to  all  government  officials, 
including  both  senators  and  deputies. 

Military  service  is  compulsory,  and  usually 
every  boy  has  to  spend  two  or  three  years 
with  the  colors  upon  reaching  his  majority, 
after  which  he  goes  into  the  occasionally 
manoeuvred  reserve.  During  times  of  peace 
the  ranks  were  filled  in  many  localities  by 
drawing  lots,  for  army  discipline  was  trying 
to  them  after  the  free  and  easy  life  of  the 
peasant  home,  and  the  young  men  seldom 
liked  to  serve  . 

In  normal  times  the  receipts  and  expendi- 
tures of  the  government  amounted  to  approxi- 
mately $120,000,000,  or  one-eighth  as  much  as 
our  own.  The  king  receives  half  a  million 
dollars  a  year,  and  the  heir  to  the  throne 
$60,000. 

One  may  get  a  good  idea  of  the  relative 
standing  of  Roumania  and  her  Balkan  neigh- 
bors from  a  few  statistical  comparisons.  She 
has  a  population  of  141  per  square  mile,  as 
compared  with  Serbia's  137,  Greece's  94,  and 
Bulgaria's  108.  Her  imports  amount  to  15 
per  capita,  as  compared  to  Serbia's  $7.50, 
Greece's  $7.80,  and  Bulgaria's  $8.75.  Her 
exports  per  capita  amount  to  $18.42,  as  com- 
pared with  $7.63  in  the  case  of  Serbia,  $7.21 
in  the  case  of  Greece,  and  $7.87  in  the  case 
of  Bulgaria.  She  also  spends  approximately 
one  and  a  half  times  as  much  per  capita  for 
governmental  purposes  as  Greece,  Serbia, 
or  Bulgaria  in  normal  times. 

Industrially  the  country  is  almost  entirely 
given  over  to  agriculture,  and,  area  for  area, 
it  produces  more  cereals  than  any  other  great 
grain-producing  nation  in  the  world.  Its 
farm  lands  are  about  equally  divided  between 
the  small  farmer  and  the  rich  land-owner. 
There  are  about  a  million  farms  with  an 
average  size  of  eight  acres,  and  then  there 
are  4,471  estates  with  an  average  size  of  2,200 
acres. 

The  result  is  that  one  finds  the  strangest 
contrasts  in  farming  methods.  Here  is  u 
big  estate,  where  every  sort  of  farm  mach- 
inery that  the  United  States  has  to  offer  is 
to  be  found  the  binder,  the  mower,  the 
steam  gang  plow,  the  riding  cultivator,  the 
manure  spreader,  and  even  the  steam  header 
and  thresher.  And  then  hard  by  are  a  hun- 
dred small  farmers  who  still  harvest  their 
grain  with  the  sickle,  thresh  it  with  the  flail, 
or  tread  it  out  with  oxen  and  winnow  it  with 
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with  the  scythe,  rake  it  with  the  hand  rake, 
and   haul   it  in  with  ox-carts. 

But  even  with  the  very  primitive  methods 
that  characterize  half  of  the  farming  of  the 
country,  they  manage  to  coax  a  rather  boun- 
tiful crop  out  of  the  soil.  They  produced 
89,000,000  bushels  of  wheat  last  year,  an  aver- 
age of  nearly  twenty  bushels  to  the  acre  —a 
yield  almost  a  third  greater  than  our  own. 
Their  corn  crop  amounted  to  110,000,000 
bushels,  or  nearly  twenty-two  to  the  acre. 
They  also  had  a  29,000,000-bushel  crop  of 
barley  and  an  oat  crop  of  similar  proportions. 
The  year  before,  1914,  they  experienced  the 
throes  of  a  crop  failure,  the  wheat  yield  being 
cut  in  half  and  other  cereal  crops  being  sadly 
below  normal. 

In  normal  years  they  have  a  big  surplu.s. 
with  about  ■<0,000,000  bushels  of  corn,  50,- 
000,000  bushels  of  wheat,  and  11,000,000  bush- 
els of  barley  to  throw  into  the  world's  mark- 
ets. Heretofore,  since  the  outbreak  of  the 
war,  the  Central  Empires  had  been  able  to 
buy  the  bulk  of  this  surplus,  and  the  blow  of 
Roumania's  participation  in  the  war  will  pro- 
bably be  as  heavy  from  an  economic  ns  from 
a  nrilitary  standpoint. 

That  they  are  a  fecund  folk  is  i-evealed  by 
the  fact  that,  although  their  death  rate  is 
high,  they  still  have  an  annual  excess  of 
118,000  births  over  deaths.  Apply  that  same 
ratio  of  increase  to  the  American  people,  and 
without  a  single  immigrant  we  would  grow 
at  the  rate  of  more  than  a  million  and  a  half 
a  year — fifteen  million  or  more  between  cen- 
sus years.  Yet,  even  with  our  enormous  im- 
migration, between  1901  and  1913,  inclusive, 
we  grew  only  a  little  more  than  14,000,000. 

The  average  Roumanian  peasant  is  not 
given  to  the  kind  of  thrift  that  leads  him 
often  to  a  savings  bank.  The  patrimony  of 
his  sons  and  daughters  is  more  often  good 
will,  good  health,  and  an  honest  mind  than  it 
is  land,  or  money,  or  houses.  So  narrow  is 
the  margin  upon  which  a  young  couple  starts 
out  in  life  that  it  has  come  to  be  a  proverb 
among  them,  "Married  to-day  and  out  at  the 
elbows  to-morrow."  For  children  come  apace, 
and  the  prices  of  the  things  the  peasant  has 
to  sell  are  even  lower  than  the  prices  of  those 
he  has  to  buy,  and  not  until  his  own  labors 
are  supplemented  by  those  of  sons  and 
daughters  has  he  much  chance  to  prepare  for 
even   the  shortest  of  rainy   days. 

When  a  young  Roumanian  peasant  lad's 
thoughts  turn  to  love  and  his  mind  begins  to 
incline  toward  marriage,  he  goes  to  his  mother 
rather  than  to  his  sweetheart  with  his  tale. 
He  tells  her  all  about  it,  but  rarely  thinks  of 
confiding  the  happy  secret  to  his  father;  for 
Roumanian  peasant  fathers  have  faced  the 
stern  realities  of  life  so  long  that  they  are 
ant  to  forget  that  they  were  once  boys,  and, 
therefore,  have  little  sympathy  with  love- 
lorn  tales. 

But  the  mother  acts  as  ambassador  to  the 
father,  and  if  he  can  be  induced  to  look  with 
favor  upon  the  lover's  choice,  he  calls  in  two 
of  his  best  friends  in  the  village,  tells  them  of 
the  son's  dreams,  and  asks  them  to  accom- 
pany the  said  son  to  the  house  of  the  object 
of  love's  young  dream.  Mayhap  the  girl  her- 
self has  not  yet  received  from  the  youth  a 
single  hint  of  his  love;  but  even  so,  as  he  and 
his  spokesmen  approach  the  house  she  sus- 
pects the  object  of  his  visit  and  peeps  through 
anv  crack  or  cranny  that  is  convenient. 

If  it  happens  to  be  winter,  the  father  of 
the  girl  invites  the  company  in,  and,  sur- 
mising their  mission,  gives  some  hint  as  to 
his  attitude  by  the  way  he  looks  after  the 
fire.  If  he  keeps  it  burning  brightly,  they 
know  he  is  favorable.  If  he  lets  it  die  down 
a  little,  they  understand  he  is  only  of  an  open 
mind  on  the  subject.  But  if  he  lets  it  go  out 
entirely,  there  is  no  use  arguing  the  question. 

It  usually  happens  that  the  father  of  the 
girl  is  of  an  open  mind,  and  the  boy's  spokes- 
men tell  what  a  fine,  husky  young  fellow  he 
is,  what  a  good  brother  he  is  to  his  sisters, 
what  a  good  son  to  his  mother,  what  his  patri- 
mony is,  how  industrious  he  is,  etc. 

The  Roumanian  peasants  have  a  saying  that 
they  must  dance  on  Sunday  to  keep  the  creak 
out  of  their  bones  on  Monday.  M^st  of  the 
dances  are  at  the  public  houses — dance  halls 
under  the  blue  sky,  as  it  were —  and  young 
and  old  gather  there.  The  old  folk  spend  the 
day  with  the  tipple,  while  the  young  ones 
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other  day  of  the  week,  and  a  tipsy  man  ex- 
cept on  Sunday  is  seldom  seen. 

The  national  dance  is  a  sort  of  cross  be- 
tween a  jig  and  the  game  of  ring-around- 
the-rosie.  All  the  dancers  clasp  hands  and 
form  a  ring.  They  then  begin  a  stepping, 
swaying  motion  that  never  moves  them  out 
of  their  original  tracks,  and  to  the  music  of 
the  Tzigana  band  they  keep  it  up  for  hours. 

The  dances  are  organized  by  the  boys  of  the 
community.  They  arrange  for  the  music, 
provide  the  refreshments,  and  preside  as 
masters  of  ceremonies.  When  the  girls  reach 
a  marriageable  age  and  have  been  sufficiently 
instructed  in  the  household  arts,  they  are 
allowed  to  attend  these  dances  as  partici- 
pants. "She  dances  at  the  dance"  is  the  pea- 
sant way  of  saying  that  a  girl  has  made  her 
debut  and  is  eligible  for  matrimonial  atten- 
tions. 

"Many  hands  make  light  work"  is  another 
proverb  of  the  Roumanian  peasant,  often 
put  into  practice.  Almost  every  night  there 
is  a  neighborhood  gathering  like  the  old-fash- 
ioned apple-cutting  or  apple-butter  boiling 
in  early  American  rural  history.  The  houses 
have  their  turns  at  these  parties,  and  there  is 
always  a  kettle  of  cornmeal  mush  and  baked 
pumpkin  and  potatoes  and  popcorn  ready  for 
the  occasion.  All  hands  join  in  the  evening 
program  of  combing,  carding,  and  spinning 
the  household  supply  of  wool  or  flax,  the  while 
neighborhood  gossip  passes  current  among 
the  elders  and  occasional  words  of  love  or 
childish  jest  among  the  more  youthful  mem- 
bers of  the  party. 

One-third  of  the  area  of  the  country  to- 
ward the  north  and  west  is  inhabited  by  semi- 
civilized  shepherds.  Up  in  the  Carpathians 
in  summer  and  down  in  the  sheltered  valleys 
in  winter  they  lead  their  flocks,  sleeping  in  the 
open  with  them  and  despising  any  other 
shelter  than  that  which  primitive  nature  and 
the  starry  sky  afford.  They  seldom  speak; 
indeed,  their  solitary  lives  leave  them  little 
opportunity  for  conversation.  They  wear 
their  hair  and  beards  long,  and  have  coarse, 
white  woollen  shirts  and  long  mantles  of 
wool-covered   sheepskin. 

Forty  years  ago  Roumania  was  both  as  to 
country  and  as  to  capital,  one  of  the  most 
backward  nations  of  Europe;  and  then  it 
called  Prince  Charles  of  Prussia  to  its  throne. 
Although  he  had  to  travel  to  Bucharest  incog- 
nito in  order  to  escape  the  secret  service  of 
Austria,  which  was  determined  to  keep  him 
out,  he  immediately  set  to  work  to  bring  the 
country  up  to  a  higher  standard,  and  the 
story  of  his  reign,  which  closed  with  his  death 
soon  after  the  European  war  began,  is  largely 
the  same  sort  of  story  of  development  as  that 
of  Germany  during  the  reign  of  his  Hohen- 
zoUern    kinsman.      King    Carol,    as    he    was 


called,  had  for  his  queen  Elizabeth,  a  German 
princess,  better  known  by  her  pen  name  of 
Carmen  Sylva.  She,  too,  was  spared  the  sor- 
rows of  Roumania's  hours  of  decision,  having 
died  a  few  months  ago.  They  had  one  child, 
but  it  died  in  infancy,  and  Carmen  Sylva 
turned  her  interest  to  the  poor  of  the  country 
and  to  letters  and  music.  It  is  said  that  she 
was  perhaps  the  most  talented  queen  of  her 
generation.  She  could  converse  in  six  lan- 
guages; she  wrote  some  thirty  books;  she 
composed  an  opera  that  was  staged  and 
praised  on  the  continent,  and  her  symphonies 
and  songs  have  won  a  place  in  the  world  of 
music.  Likewise  she  was  no  mean  wielder 
of  the  brush,  and  was  an  expert  needlewoman. 
Her  pride  was  her  work  for  the  blind,  for 
whom  she  founded  an  institution  in  Bucharest. 

The  present  king  is  a  nephew  of  King 
Carol.  His  wife  is  a  granddaughter  of  Queen 
Victoria,  and,  therefore,  a  first  cousin  of  most 
of  the  reigning  heads  of  Europe. 

Under  the  new  era  initiated  and  carried 
down  to  the  present  by  the  Hohenzollern 
dynasty,  Roumania  has  gone  far  ahead  of 
her  neighbors  of  the  Balkan  region,  and  the 
visitor  to  Bucharest  early  finds  that  its 
people  resent  the  idea  of  being  classed  with 
the  Balkan  States.  They  feel  that  they  are 
the  superiors  of  the  Serbs,  the  Bulgars,  the 
Montenegrins,  and  the  modern  Greeks,  and 
that  their  country  is  superior,  just  as  the 
people  of  A,  B,  C  South  America  feel  that 
their  nations  are  not  to  be  confounded  with 
the  remainder  of  Latin   America. 

Let  us  now  turn  to  Roumanian  history  and 
note  some  of  the  outstanding  events  that  have 
been  the  crossroads  on  her  highway  from  the 
past  to  the  present.  The  early  inhabitants 
were  Dacians.  Pliny  and  Herodotus  agree 
that  they  were  the  bravest  and  most  honor- 
able of  all  the  barbarian  tribes  that  Rome 
encountered  in  her  days  of  expansion.  Thu- 
cydides  praises  them  as  wonderful  fighters 
on  horseback. 

The  Trajan  Column  in  Rome  bears  the 
author's  story  of  the  great  emperor's  con- 
quest of  this  territory.  Across  the  Danube 
are  the  ruined  piers  which  once  supported  a 
bridge  built  by  Trajan,  and  some  sections  of 
the  great  military  road  he  constructed  still 
are  in  use  as  a  part  of  the  national  highway 
system. 

Also  there  are  many  customs  which  still 
proclaim  the  ancient  rule  and  influence  of 
Rome  that  have  persisted  through  the  cen- 
turies since  the  departure  of  her  glory.  For 
instance,  there  is  the  old  Pyrrhic  dance,  the 
robes  with  bells  on  sleeves  and  girdles.  The 
Roumanians  still  shout  in  unison  to  prevent 
Saturn  from  hearing  the  voice  of  the  infant 
Jupiter;  and  even  their  oxen  proclaim  the 
"glory   that   was   Rome"   in   their   names,   for 


here  you  may  see  Caesar  and  Brutus  as  yoke- 
fellows, and  there  Cassius  and  Augustus. 

But  when  Rome  withdrew,  what  is  now 
Roumania  became  the  Belgium  of  a  series  of 
Jupiter;  and  even  their  oxen  proclaim  the 
racial  struggles  between  the  East  and  the 
West,  first  this  horde  and  then  that  over- 
running the  fertile  valleys.  Invasion  became 
the  normal  condition  of  Roumanian  territory, 
and  the  sturdy  descendants  of  the  early  Ro- 
mans and  Romanized  Dacians  learned  how 
to  survive  even  such  conditions.  When  the 
waves  of  invasion  swept  over  their  valleys 
simply  retired  to  the  mountains  and  waited 
for  them  to  recede;  nor  did  they  wait  in  vain. 
The  water  of  invading  humanity  in  very  deed 
did  pass,  and  the  stones  of  persisting  Rouman- 
ian life  did  remain;  and,  although  for  many  a 
weary  generation  their  problem  was  to  save 
themselves  from  extinction,  they  survived. 

To-day  Roumanians  are  proudest  of  their 
Latin  descent;  so  proud,  indeed,  that  although 
their  religion  is  Greek,  and  although  there 
are  more  than  6,000  centers  of  Eastern  influ- 
ence, in  the  shape  of  Orthodox  churches  with 
Orthodox  priests,  they  are  drawn  toward 
ancient  Rome  and  not  toward  historic  Greece. 
When  Carol  assumed  the  throne,  it  be- 
came one  of  his  principal  aims  to  free  his 
country  from  the  suzerainty  of  Turkey.  When 
the  conflict  between  Russia  and  Turkey  was 
impending  in  1875,  he  first  attempted  to  have 
the  Powers  guarantee  the  neutrality  of  Rou- 
mania during  the  war;  but  they  were  too  busy 
with  their  own  affairs  and  his  eflforts  failed. 
Then  Roumania  decided  to  enter  an  agree- 
ment with  Russia.  This  agreement,  which  is 
illuminating,  in  the  light  of  present-day  his- 
tory, granted  free  passage  of  Russian  troops 
over  Roumanian  soil,  Russia  undertaking  to 
respect  the  political  rights  and  to  defend  the 
integrity  of  Roumania. 

One  of  the  first  acts  of  Roumania  after 
hostilities  began  was  to  declare  her  inde- 
pendence of  Turkey.  As  the  war  proceeded 
Russia  found  herself  in  sore  need  of  help. 
Repeated  appeals  finally  brought  Roumanian 
participation,  and  Prince  Carol  was  given 
the  supreme  command  of  the  allied  forces  be- 
fore Plevna,  where  he  gained  a  great  but 
costly  victory. 

When  the  war  ended  and  Turkey  and  Russia 
entered  into  the  Treaty  of  San  Stefano,  it 
did  recognize  Roumanian  independence,  al- 
though Roumania  was  not  admitted  to  the 
peace  conference.  But  it  also  provided  that 
Roumania  should  get  the  swampy  country  be- 
tween the  Danube,  where  it  flows  north,  and 
the  Black  Sea.  On  the  other  hand,  Russia 
was  to  have  Bessarabia,  territory  which  Rou- 
mania claimed  and  a  part  of  which  she  had 
occupied. 


A  New  Serial  by  Sir  Gilbert  Parker 

In  the  next  issue  (January),  a  splendid 
new  serial  story  by  Sir  Gilbert  Parker  will 
commence.  "Jordan  is  a  Hard  Road"  is  a 
story  of  the  Canadian  West — absorbing, 
gripping,  amusing.  It  gives  a  graphic 
picture  of  conditions  in  a  new  community. 
Bill  Minden,  reformed  train  robber, 
returns  to  his  native  town  to  setde  down; 
he  creates  a  great  amount  of  interest;  but 
he  wins  the  respect  of  his  townsfollL  and 
hews  out  the  way  to  a  very  useful  career. 


SIR  GILBERT  PARKtR 


Neglecting  Our 
Children  Wisely 

Outside  of  School  the  Lasting  Influence 

Comes  From  Environment — Not 

From  Precept. 


XT'  OUNG  twigs,  wc  have  heard,  are  easily 
bent,  but  who  ever  saw  any  beauty  in  a 
bent  twig?  It  is  the  young  shoot  given  the 
right  conditions  of  soil  and  sun  and  atmos- 
phere and  allowed  to  grow  according  to  its 
individual  nature,  that  develops  into  a  straight 
strong  tree.  What  the  child  with  a  good 
home  suffers  most  from  to-day,  according  to 
a  recent  article  in  The  Outlook,  is  the  lack  of 
a  little  wholesome  neglect.     The  writer  says: 

The  only  preparation  for  a  successful  ma- 
turity is  a  successful  childhood.  Children  are 
not  defective  adults,  ignorant,  weak-minded 
little  men  and  women,  whose  feeble  powers  we 
must  spend  twelve  or  fifteen  years  "bringing 
out,"  till  they  attain  the  adult  ideal.  Chil- 
dren are  children.  They  feel  differently,  re- 
act differently,  judge  differently,  from  grown- 
ups. They  must  pass  honestly,  eagerly,  pug- 
naciously, through  the  phases  of  childhood, 
and  by  means  of  them  fight  their  way  natur- 
ally to  a  comprehension  of  adult  standards,  or 
else  they  will  not  be  the  best  kind  of  men  and 
women,  because  they  have  not  been  success- 
ful children — children  who  have  found  things 
out  at  first  hand.  By  the  best  kind  of  men 
and  women  I  mean  the  kind  which  does  not 
imitate  blindly,  but  thinks  and  acts  with  inde- 
pendence. 

Successful  children!  There  is  something 
almost  comical  to  us  about  the  idea.  Yet  as 
we  ponder  it  groups  of  boys  and  girls,  con- 
jured from  many  memories,  rise  before  us. 
They  are  not  in  a  school-room;  they  are  out 
of  doors.  They  are  jumping,  wriggling, 
somersaulting  —  thinking  with  their  entire 
bodies,  as  somebody  has  said.  Eyes  are 
snapping  with  the  joy  of  really  seeing  what 
they  are  looking  at;  pockets  bulge  with  fish- 
ing-tackle; bare  feet  lose  their  grip  on  the 
slippery  stones  of  brooks,  and  there  are 
splashes;  skirts  flutter  in  cherry  trees  and  bal- 
loon from  swings.  Why  is  it  that  such  scenes 
as  these  are  the  response  we  get  when  we  try 
to  think  what  is  meant  by  that  startling 
phrase,  "successful  children"?  Why  do  we  not 
see  them  in  their  school  groups?  I  think  it  is 
because  we  know  (if  only  we  don't  stop  to 
think,  and  therefore  think  wrong)  that  these 
playing  children  are  splendidly  in  earnest,  that 
they  are  very,  very  busy.  Their  play  does 
not  correspond  to  the  diversion  of  adults,  that 
relaxation  of  weary  faculties  when  we  seek 
to  do  nothing  and  let  some  one  or  something 
amuse  us.  Far  more,  it  corresponds  to  our 
work.  It  is  a  business,  an  art,  a  pursuit  of 
ideals.  Stanley  Hall  says  that  children  do 
not  play  from  excess  of  energy,  any  more 
than  Raphael  painted  from  excess  of  paint. 
This  phrase  reveals  in  a  flash  the  compulsion, 
the  rapture,  the  seriousness,  of  free  play  to  a 
child.  The  saturation  of  his  entire  nature 
with  what  he  is  doing  is  in  itself  an  inspired 
preparation  for  life.  The  power  of  satura- 
tion is  one  of  the  driving  forces  of  success. 
It  makes  art;  it  makes  big  business;  it  seizes 
new  relations  in   science. 

jEsop  has  a  fable  about  a  deer  which,  see- 
ing his  reflection  in  a  stream,  was  greatly 
fascinated  by  his  antlers,  but  displeased  with 
his  legs.  Presently  he  was  pursued  by  an 
enemy  and  fled  swiftly.  His  legs  had  about 
rescued  him   when   his  antlers  caught   in   the 


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The  Danger 
Zone 

Those  whose  diet  is  deficient  in  body-building  powers  arc 
living  in  the  danger  zone  and  fall  to  the  first  attacks  of 
chills,  colds  and  influenza. 

Unless  you  nourish  the  body  the  body  will  fail  as  surely 
as  an  army  cut  off  from  its  base  of  supply. 

BOVRIL 

just  makes  all  the  difference  between  your 
being  nourished  and  your  not  being  nourish- 
ed by  your  food. 

Bovril  is  the  food  the  body-building  powers  of  which  have 
been  proved  by  independent  scientific  investigation  to  be 
from  10  to  20  times  the  amount  taken. 

It  must  be  Bovril 


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Three  18-hole  golf  courses,  and  one  new  9-hole 
practice  course.  Fairways  have  been  much  im- 
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running  and  steeplechasing  by  horses  from  private 
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underbrush  and  held  him  fast,  so  that,  after 
all,  the  enemy  captured  him.  I  am  inclined 
to  think  that  our  home-training  system  for 
children  is  a  good  deal  like  the  deer.  It  is 
proud  of  its  ornamental  appendages,  its  many- 
branched  theories  of  guidance  and  develop- 
ment, but  inappreciative  of  the  sinewy,  com- 
mon-sense legs  given  it  for  progression. 

Not  long  ago  I  read  in  a  manuscript  in- 
tended for  a  pedagogical  journal  this  sen- 
tence: "Because  of  the  dangerous  diffuseness 
of  our  children's  imaginations  we  should  dis- 
courage their  wild  and  aimless  play  and  guide 
their  activities  into  paths  which  lead  to  de- 
finite goals." 

This  theorist  disregarded  the  power  of  self- 
education.  By  narrower  paths  are  meant,  I 
presume,  the  activities  of  the  kindergarten, 
Montessori,  and  other  methods,  while  the  de- 
finite goals  are  nice  sense  perceptions  and 
muscular  adjustments.  The  excellence  of  the 
processes  and  results  is  beyond  dispute,  but 
they  are  elementary  study,  and  we  should  not 
allow  them  to  substitute  for  "aimless  play" 
out  of  school,  nor  should  we  pinch  and  squeeze 
the  free-play  instincts  into  those  grooves 
which  we  have  designed  for  the  neat  and 
timely — or  pre-timely — unfolding  of  special 
faculties  during  academic  hours.  "Most  do- 
ing," says  John  Dewey,  in  his  "Schools  of  To- 
morrow," "will  lead  only  to  superficial  muscle 
training  if  it  is  dictated  to  the  child  and  pre- 
scribed for  him  step  by  step."  The  function 
of  play  is  different  from  this  and  more  vital. 
The  truth  is,  we  are  applying  to  education 
so  many  splendid  methods  of  sense  and  muscle 
training,  we  are  watching  so  many  hearten- 
ing results  from  organized  and  supervised 
play,  that  mothers  are  confusing  these  new 
expedients  with  play  itself,  and  are  losing 
respect  for  those  rich  fertile  hours  of  free- 
dom before  the  school  age  and  after  school 
hours  when,  blissfully  neglected,  children 
attain  that  strength,  honesty,  and  power  to 
think  for  themselves  which  result  only  from 
undergoing  experiences  at  first  hand. 

After  studying  for  long  years  the  play  of 
animals  and  of  man,  Karl  Groos  decided  that 
children  do  not  play  because  they  are  young, 
but  are  kept  young  for  an  extended  period 
i-n  order  that  they  may  play  and  thus  train 
themselves  for  the  infinitely  complex  relations 
of  adult  life.  Free  play,  he  says,  is  pre- 
experience,  by  means  of  which  are  developed 
those  powers  of  action  which  are  necessary 
to  survival  in  human  society.  If  it  is  this, 
surely  no  special  or  precocious  attainments 
can  compensate  for  the  lack  of  it. 

Have  special  accomplishments,  indeed,  or 
the  attainment  of  definite  goals  any  value  in 
little  childhood?  Has  the  child  who  "ex- 
plodes into  reading"  at  six  years  of  age  any 
advantage  over  the  child  of  equal  endowment 
who  does  not  read  till  he  is  eight  years  old? 
The  probability  is  that  he  will  not  even  be 
ahead  of  him  in  school  at  twelve.  And  the 
precocious  student  will  have  lost,  in  the  pur- 
suit of  his  definite  goal,  time  which  might 
have  brought  him  into  contact  with  realities, 
thus  stimulating  his  imagination  and  giving 
balance  to  his  young  judgments,  instead  of 
merely  grafting  onto  his  memory  symbols 
which  he  is  too  immature  to  use.  No,  in 
childhood,  because  it  is  outside  of  the  eco- 
nomic struggle,  we  are  free  to  neglect  formal 
standards  and  the  passports  of  education 
into  the  world  of  employment,  and  to  allow 
freedom  of  growth  to  those  qualities  of  heart 
and  mind  which  will  be  the  driving  powers 
of  mature  life  and  giving  vitality  at  last  and 
speed  to  formal  learning.  "It  is  a  good 
thing,"  says  Pestalozzi,  "to  make  a  child  read, 
write,  learn,  and  repeat;  but  it  is  still  better 
to  make  a  child  think."  And  Compayre  warns 
us:    "Allow    the    child    who    is    beginning    to 


tkinlc   the   larger   liberty.     Do   not   bend    his 
iatelligence  to  artificial   forms." 

We  need  to  have  a  deeper,  more  stead- 
fast faith  in  our  children  and  in  the  laws  of 
childhood.  Much  of  our  training,  unhappily, 
is  an  effort  to  overcome,  to  supplant  those 
laws.  We  are  full  of  zeal  to  inculcate  the 
rules  which  are  necessary  to  adult  society, 
and  we  forget  that  wisdom  is  only  skin  deep 
when  it  is  acquired  by  listening  to  command- 
ments and  repeating  them,  and  that  to  be 
organic  it  must  be  attained  by  passing  through 
experiences  which  convince  us  of  the  value 
•  r  those  commandments.  The  habit  of  facing 
experiences  squarely  makes  the  able  man 
and  the  able  woman.  Childhood  is  a  great 
storage  time  for  experiences,  and  according 
as  these  have  been  vital,  according  as  they 
hare  been  real  and  intense  to  the  child,  so 
will  the  maturity  of  that  child  be.  Without 
this  rich  background  of  realities  his  maturity 
will  lack  depth  and  conviction.  Society  will 
have   another   parrot. 

The  play  experiences  of  childhood  should 
be  lived  in  the  atmosphere  of  the  father's  and 
•other's  constant,  pervasive  sympathy  and 
eomprehension.  But  his  world  of  pre-experi- 
ence  must  be  explored,  conquered,  subdued, 
by  the  child  himself.  When  the  adult  steps 
in  to  guide,  to  instruct,  to  impose  mature 
opinions,  she  forces  the  child  whom  she  in- 
terrupts to  accept  facts  at  second  hand,  and 
so  mutilates  the  purpose  of  free  play,  pre- 
experience,  and  leads  him  into  the  pernicious 
habit,  which  will  impair  his  value  as  a  citizen, 
•f  letting  other  people  make  up  his  mind  for 
trim.  There  is  a  theory  that  intervention 
may  be  so  artfully  performed  as  to  leave  the 
child  unconscious  that  it  has  occurred.  This 
subtle  form  of  instruction  has  its  great  value 
in  certain  connections,  but  applied  to  free 
play  it  should  be  used  only  as  an  occasional 
expedient,   not  as  a  guilding  principle. 

How  ignorant  we  are,  after  all,  we  moth- 
ers! How  little  we  know  of  what  the  future 
is  going  to  demand  from  our  children,  or  of 
what  their  deepest  thoughts  and  emotions 
arc!  How  are  we  justified  in  breaking  into 
their  enchanted  world  and  with  our  officious 
!»nds  shattering  the  enchantment  in  order  to 
>arry  them  over  into  our  world  of  common- 
ilaces,  to  follow  our  paths  to  our  goals? 
Were  we  omniscient,  we  might  make  educa- 
;ion  definite,  and  from  earliest  infancy  train 
Maud  to  be  an  actress,  and  Kate  to  be  a 
»ome  economist;  but  we  are  all  in  the  dark, 
rhe  best  we  can  do  is  to  make  women  of 
K)th  of  them.  Compared  to  what  there  is 
lo  know,  we  are  all  ignoramuses,  and  there- 
fore what  education  should  seek  to  convey  is 
lot  so  much  knowledge,  in  the  sense  of  facts, 
IS  the  desire  and  power  to  pounce  down  on 
h«  sets  of  facts  which  specially  we  need  and 
o  make  them  our  instruments.  Unguided 
ilay  must  supplement  school  work  if  we  are 
o  have  this  vision  and  this  freedom  of 
nitiative. 

What  are  the  qualities  which  give  men  and 
'omcn  control  over  themselves,  their  associ- 
tes,  and  their  business  in  life? 
Imagination  and  invention,  that  balancing 
i    quick    perception    and    combination    with 
ttion  which  is  the  essence  of  play. 
Judgment,  the  fruit  of  hard  and  lonely  pre- 
xperience. 
Courage,  attained  by  measuring  one's  self 
rainst   implacable   facts,   as   children   do   in 
Ikeir  unsupervised  adventures. 
Justice,  the  Golden  Rule  of  play. 
Loyalty,  which  is  accorded  most  freely  by 
outh  to  youth  in  leadership. 
The  feeling  for  mass  suggestion,  which  is 
arn  only  of  wide  and  democratic  associations 
trough  early  life. 

The    power    of   adjustment,    that    grinding 
own   of  oai  egoism   on   the   whetstones   of 


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other    people's    egoism;    and    the    whetstones 
of  childhood  grind  exceedingly  sharp! 

Kindness  (which  every  man  would  act  upon 
if  every  man  had  lived  close  enough  to  other 
human  hearts  truly  to  feel  their  desires  and 
agonies),  made  instinctive  by  the  intimate 
glimpses  of  play  comradeship. 

Patience,  that  "night  behind  the  stars," 
which  abides  in  hearts  that  have  sensed  the 
long  processes  of  nature. 

Idealism,  the  adult  form  of  the  play  spirit. 

Mothers  in  an  increasing  number  are  rea- 
lizing that  a  woman's  duty  to  her  children 
is  really  to  them,  and  not  to  herself  through 
them.  I  mean  that  these  more  imaginative 
mothers  perceive  the  life  of  the  child  as  a 
thing  separate  from  their  own  comfort  to-day 
or  to-morrow,  and  make  every  sacrifice  to 
grant  their  boys  and  girls  the  powers  and  the 
training  which  will  prepare  them  to  live  their 
own  lives.  These  mothers  have  no  easy  or 
peaceful  task.  The  birch  rod  and  its  suc- 
cessive modifications,  actual  and  figurative, 
were  much  simpler  instruments  than  a  wise 
neglect  can  ever  be.  We  have  learned,  how- 
ever (to  quote  John  Dewey  again),  that  "dog- 
matic methods  which  prescribe  and  make  for 
docility  and  passivity,  not  only  become  in- 
effective in  modern  society,  but  they  actually 
hinder  the  development  of  the  largest  pos- 
sibilities of  society." 

The  parents  of  wisely  neglected  children 
(who  are  altogether  different  from  selfishly 
or  carelessly  or  ignorantly  neglected  children) 
sacrifice  their  own  convenience,  their  own 
culture  and  friends,  perhaps,  in  order  to 
create  a  natural  environment  for  the  young- 
sters. They  live  in  the  country.  Probably 
the  school  is  not  altogether  satisfactory,  and 
the  mother  must  supplement  its  work  by 
much  home  training.  Wisely  neglected  chil- 
dren are  not  bought  up  for  nickels  and  dimes 
and  disposed  of  at  "movies"  which  are  not 
intended  for  little  folks  and  which  are,  when 
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neously, wherein  they  live  in  realities  and 
rehearse  race  history  in  their  play — Stanley 
Hall  says  that  every  child  is  an  omnibus  in 
which  all  of  his  ancestors  ride — and  so  ad- 
vance intelligently  to  meet  us  grown-ups  on 
our  own  ground.  Children  cannot  under- 
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ences, so,  if  we  want  them  to  be  efficient, 
we   must   make    their    experiences    rich    and 


Germany's 
Luxurious  Trenches 

The  Elaborate  Underground  Apartnxents 

Look  Like  the   Work  of  Men  Who 

Hope  or  Fear  They  Will  be  in 

Them  For  Years. 


IT  is  rather  interesting  to  compare  the 
underground  habitations  of  the  British 
and  German  soldiers.  According  to  an  Eng- 
lish official  account  of  a  German  trench  that 
fell  into  British  hands  during  the  adrance 
on  the  Somme,  not  only  are  these  trenches 
constructed  with  solidity  that  makes  them 
capable  of  offering  considerable  resistance  to 
artillery  fire,  but  the  dugouts  and  other 
shelters  in  which  the  soldiers  live,  have  been 
built  with  a  care  and  finish  that  almost 
amount  to  luxury.     In  the  London  Hominy 


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and  dugouts  as  the  British  build  them,  and 
says: 

The  Allied  trench  looks  in  every  way  like 
the  work  of  men  who  hoped  and  meant  to 
move  on  before  long;  the  German  trench  looks 
like  the  work  of  men  who  hoped  or  feared  that 
they  would  be  in  it  for  years.  Our  trench- 
liousing  has  been  much  more  of  a  makeshift, 
a  sort  of  camping-out,  with  some  ingenious 
provisions  for  shelter  and  comfort,  but  not 
more  than  the  least  that  would  serve.  Most  of 
our  dugouts  are  just  roughly  delved  holes  in 
the  earth,  with  only  enough  props  and  rafters 
to  hold  the  roofs  up;  their  floors  are  bare 
ground,  with  a  little  straw  on  it;  their  doors 
if  they  have  any,  are  a  few  odd  pieces  of 
plank  with  a  couple  of  other  pieces  nailed 
across;  often  the  floor  is  on  the  trench  level, 
to  save  burrowing.  Lighting  is  done  with 
candles,  mostly  bought  at  the  canteen,  and  if 
any  one  owns  an  armchair  or  a  mirror  two 
feet  high,  it  is  the  jest  of  the  platoon." 

Passing  on  to  describe  the  German  trenches 
we  learn: 

The  whole  German  idea  of  trench-life  is 
different.  The  German  front  in  the  West  is 
like  one  huge  straggling  village,  built  of 
wood  and  strung  out  along  a  road  300  miles 
long.  Of  course,  the  houses  are  all  under- 
ground. Still,  they  are  houses,  of  one  or  two 
floors,  built  to  certain  official  designs,  drawn 
out  in  section  and  plan.  The  main  entrance 
from  the  trench-level  is,  sometimes  at  any 
rate,  through  a  steel  door,  of  a  pattern  appar- 
ently standardized,  so  that  hundreds  may 
come  from  the  factory  on  one  order,  and  miss- 
ing parts  be  easily  replaced.  The  profusely 
timbered  doorway  is  made  to  their  measure. 
Outside  this  front  door  you  may  find  a  per- 
forated sheet  of  metal,  to  serve  for  a  door- 
mat or  scraper.  Inside,  a  flight  of  from 
twelve  to  thirty-six  stairs  leads  down  at  an 
easy  angle.  The  treads  of  the  stairs  and  the 
descending  roof  of  the  staircase  are  formed 
of  mining-frames  of  stout  timber,  with 
double-top  sills;  the  walls  are  of  thick  planks 
noticed  at  the  top  and  bottom  to  fit  the 
frames  and  strengthened  with  iron  tie-rods 
running  from  top  to  bottom  of  the  stairs  and 
with  thick  wooden  struts  at  right  angles  to 
these.  At  the  foot  of  the  stairs  a  tunneled 
corridor  runs  straight  forward,  for  anything 
up  to  fifty  yards,  and  out  of  there  open  rooms 
and  minor  passages  on  each  side.  In  many 
dugouts  a  second  staircase,  or  two  staircases, 
lead  to  a  lower  floor,  which  may  be  thirty  or 
forty  feet  below  the  trench-level. 

All  these  staircases,  passages,  and  rooms  are, 
in  the  best  specimens,  completely  lined  with 
wood  and  as  fully  strengthened  with  it  as  the 
entrance  staircase  already  described.  In  one 
typical  dugout  each  section  of  a  platoon  had 
its  allotted  places  for  messing  and  sleeping, 
its  own  place  for  parade  in  a  passage,  and  its 
own  emergency-exit  to  the  trench.  In  an- 
other, used  as  a  dressing-station,  there  are 
beds  for  thirty-two  patients,  and  a  fair- 
sized  operating  room.  A  third,  near  Mametz, 
was  designed  to  house  a  whole  company  of 
three  hundred  men,  with  the  needful  kitchens, 
provision  and  munition  store-rooms,  a  well, 
a  forge  riveted  with  sheets  of  cast  iron,  an 
engine-room,  and  a  motor-room.  Many  of 
the  captured  dugouts  were  thus  lighted  by 
electricity.  In  the  officers'  quarters  there 
have  been  found  full-length  mirrors,  com- 
fortable bedsteads,  cushioned  armchairs,  and 
some  pictures.  One  room  is  lined  with  glazed 
"sanitary"  wallpaper,  and  the  present  English 
occupant  is  convinced  by  circumstantial  evi- 
dence that  his  predecessor  lived  there  with 
his  wife  and  child. 

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flight  of  twenty-four  stairs,  all  well  finished. 
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thirty-two  rungs,  you  find  a  second  landing 
like  the  first,  opening  on  a  continuation  of 
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brinffs  you  to  the  starting-point  of  an  almost 
straiKbt  level  tunnel  three  feet  wide  and 
about  five  feet  high,  cut  for  fifty-six  paces 
through  pure  hard  chalk.  It  ends  in  a  blank 
wall.  If  you  take  its  bearings  with  the  com- 
pass, return  to  the  parapet,  and  step  fifty 
paces  in  the  same  direction  as  the  tunnel, 
you  find  yourself  in  a  huge  crater  which  had 
evidently  been  held,  and  probably  made,  by 
British  troops.  So  that,  at  the  moment  of  the 
advance  in  July,  nothing  remained,  presum- 
ably, for  the  Germans  to  do  but  to  bring  the 
necessary  tons  of  high  explosives  to  the  end 
of  their  tunnel  and  blow  the  mine  under  the 
base  of  the  old  crater. 

The  writer  next  discusses  the  value  of  these 
elaborate  underground  works  as  regards  the 
life  and  health  of  their  soldier  inhabitants. 
On  the  whole,  he  is  inclined  to  consider  that 
the  result  is  not  worth  the  cost.  He  writes, 
"in  England  troops  have  better  health  in 
tents  than  in  huts  and  better  health  in  huts 
than  in  billets."    Continuing,  he  remarks: 

Nobody  reading  this  should  leap  to  the 
conclusion  that,  simply  because  German 
trench-work  is  more  elaborate  than  ours,  it 
is  a  better  means  to  its  end — the  winning  of 
the  war.  No  doubt  the  size  and  the  overhead 
strength  of  German  dugouts  keep  down  casu- 
alties under  bombardment  and  sometimes 
enable  the  Germans  to  bring  up  unsuspected 
forces  to  harass  our  troops  in  the  rear  with 
machine-gun  and  rifle-fire  when  a  charge  has 
carried  our  men  past  an  uncleared  dugout  of 
the  kind.  On  the  other  hand,  if  our  advance 
is  made  good,  every  German  left  in  such  a 
dugout  will  be  either,  a  dead  man  or  a  pri- 
soner. No  doubt,  again,  the  German  dugout 
give  more  protection  from  very  bad  weather 
than  ours.  But  they  also  remove  men  more 
from  the  open  air,  and  there  is  nothing  to 
show  that  the  half-buried  German  army  gains 
more  by  relative  immunity  from  rheumatism 
than  it  loses  in  the  way  of  general  health. 


The  Strangle  Hold 

THE  most  extraordinary  thing  about  the 
British  blockade  of  Germany,  according 
to  The  London  Magazine,  is  that  it  does  not 
exist.  Whatever  may  have  been  the  case  in 
the  early  months  of  the  war,  says  the  author, 
Percival  A.  Hislam,  there  is  no  doubt  now  as 
to  the  full  force  of  the  British  fleet  being  em- 
ployed to  sap  the  industrial,  everyday  life  out 
of  our  enemies;  but  the  British  Government, 
for  a  number  of  excellent  reasons,  has  found 
it  advisable  not  to  declare  a  formal  blockade 
of  the  enemy's  coast. 

It  has  to  be  borne  in  mind  that  a  blockade 
is  unlike  any  other  operation  of  war,  inas- 
much as  it  is  mainly  directed  against  neutrals, 
and  International  Law — as  well  as  common 
decency — demands  that  a  blockade  shall, 
among  other  things,  be  perfectly  indiscrimin- 
ate. That  is  to  say,  if  we  were  to  close  both 
the  English  Channel  and  the  northern  en- 
trance to  the  North  Sea,  we  should  bring  about 
a  total  cessation  of,  say,  American  trade  with 
Germany,  while  still  allowing  free  German 
intercourse  with  Holland,  Denmark,  Sweden, 
and  Norway. 

During  certain  months  in  the  year  we  are 
able,  by  means  of  our  submarines,  to  lay  a 
heavy  hand  on  German  or  pro-German  trade 
in  the  Baltic;  but  under  the  circumstances, 
America,  for  instance,  would  have  a  very  good 
and  legal  cause  of  complaint  if  we  put  heavier 
restrictions  upon  her  trade  than  upon  that  of 
the  other  nations  mentioned. 

In  short,  we  could  not  have  maintained  a 
proper  blockade  if  it  had  been  declared;  so 
the  Government,  very  wisely,  did  not  declare 
one.  They  chose  the  safer — and  probably 
more  effective — course  of  blockading  Germany 
under  Orders-in-Council. 

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How,  in  practice,  are  we  maintaining  the 
blockade  of  Germany,  which,  while  it  is  so 
effective,  does  not  officially  exist?  The  first 
step  was  to  drive  the  enemy's  own  merchant 
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sunk  with  heavy  loss  of  life — were  not  parti- 
cularly well  fitted  for  the  work  they  had  in 
hand;  nor,  indeed,  had  our  blockade  organiza- 
tion reached  the  scientific  level  that  it  has 
since  attained.  The  work  was  too  dangerous 
for  modern,  effective  warships,  not  only  be- 
cause they  had  to  be  preserved  for  that  "Day" 
which  even  now  is  still  to  come,  but  because 
they  would  have  represented  a  great  waste  of 
force;  and,  on  the  other  hand,  ships  like  the 
Crescent  were  too  slow,  and  required  too  large 
a  crew. 

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the  war.  Admiral  de  Chair  transferred  his 
flag  to  the  Allan  liner  Alsatian,  and  from  that 
day  to  this  the  "blockade"  of  the  North  Sea 
has  been  maintained  by  ships  taken  over  by 
the  Admiralty  from  the  merchant  service, 
armed  with  a  number  of  relatively  small  guns, 
and  manned  for  the  most  part  by  officers  and 
men  who,  formerly  in  the  mercantile  service, 
patriotically  placed  their  services  at  the  dis- 
posal of  the  navy  as  soon  as  war  broke  on 
the  horizon. 

It  is  literallv  impossible  to  do  justice  to  the 
work  which  these  ships  and  men  have  done 
and  are  doing  for  the  Empire  and  the  cause 
in  which  it  is  fighting.  If  you  draw  one  line 
from  the  Orkney  Islands  to  Iceland,  and  an- 
other from  the  Orkneys  due  east  to  the  coast 
of  Norway,  you  will,  by  completing  the  tri- 
angle, have  a  fnir  idea  of  the  area  in  which 
they  operate.  The  weather,  for  the  most  part, 
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creeping  out  on  to  our  trade  routes,  constantly 
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'fifty  days,  and  when   her  relief  is   ready  to 
take  her  place  in  the  line,  she  slips  back  to 
make  good  defects,  fill  up  with  fuel  and  stores, 
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The  Future  of 
Belgium 

At  the  Expense  of  Germany  She  Must  be 

Made  Stronger  than  She  was  When 

Her  Frontier  was  Violated. 


T  T  AVING    destroyed    her   past — a    century 

^  -•■    of    prosperity    built    up    by    honorable 

toil   —  having    made    her    present    a    living 

Hell,  the  memory  of  which  cannot  be  oblitcr- 

ted   for  another  generation,   Germany   now 

issumes  that  she  will  dictate  what  the  future 

f  Belgium  is  to  be.     The  advocates  of  "open 

nnexation,"  "real  guarantees"  or  "the  occu- 

)ation  of  the  Flanders  coast,"  daily  air  their 

riews   in   the   German   press,   and   Count   Rc- 

rentlow,  one  of  the  most  violent  writers  seems 

0  thinlc  that  only  the  retention  of  this  state 

it  the  conclusion   of  peace  will   convince  the 

vorld   that  Germany   has  won   the   war.     We 

ave  the  other  side  of  the  case  presented   in 

he  Fortnightly  Review,  as  follows: 

Despite  the  confident  words  of  German 
oliticians  and  publicists,  the  future  of  Bel- 
ium,  under  God's  good  dispensation,  will  not 
e  in  their  hands,  stained  as  they  are  with  the 
lood  of  so  many  thousand  innocent  Belgian 
ictims.  It  will  be  assured  by  the  Allies,  and 
.  will  be  their  first  duty  to  see  that  she  shall 
ever  again  be  made  the  sport  and  plaything 
f  German  ambition.  The  direct  consequence 
f  that  decision  will  be  that  Belgium  must 
Tierge  from  the  war  a  stronger  State  than 
le  was  when  the  Teutonic  hordes  violated 
jr  frontier  on  August  4th,  1914.  She  must 
J  made  stronger  at  the  expense  of  Germany, 
ir  it  would  be  no  shifting  in  the  balance  of 
)wer  to  make  her  stronger  by  weakening 
lird  and  neutral  States.  This  fairly  obvious 
inclusion  ought  to  have  prevented  the  ru- 
nt Press  campaign  in  Holland  misrepresent- 
g  Belgian  wishes,  and  to  that  extent  serving 
e  ends  of  the  Germanophils  by  alleging  that 
Greater  Belgium  was  to  be  created  at  the 
.pense  of  the  Dutch  people.  Among  Bel- 
ans  there  appears  to  be  a  sounder  view  as 
the  identity  of  the  interests  of  the  two 
tions  than  obtains  north  of  the  Moerdyck; 
t  then  the  one  has  been  through  a  fiery 
deal  and  the  other  has  so  far  escaped  it. 
ill,  it  may  serve  a  useful  purpose  to  repeat 
at  the  Greater  Belgium  will  be  formed  at 
_  expense  not  of  Holland,  but  of  Germany, 
r  the  sound  reason  that  it  forms  one  of 
5  most  convenient  and  effective  methods 
weakening  a  formidable  and  relentless 
emy.  This  statement,  if  calmly  considered 
Holland,  will  carry  conviction  with  it, 
t  it  reposes  on  the  most  ordinary  dictates 
common  sense.  A  moment's  reflection 
fht  to  have  disposed  of  the  idea  that  Bel- 
im,  having  been  the  victim  of  grievous 
ongs.  would  seek  in  her  turn  to  inflict  an 
ury  on  a  neighbor  which,  if  it  has  not 
yed  a  truly  heroic  part  in  this  struggle  of 
ht  and  wrong,  has  at  least  been  sympathe- 
and  charitable  to  many  of  the  sufferers. 
:'he  main  object  before  the  negotiators,  if 
asting  peace  is  to  be  their  reward,  must  be 
permanent  weakening  of  Germany.  This 
I  be  best  effected  by  the  strengthening  of 

•  neighbors  at  her  expense.  Our  present 
ention  is  to  be  given  exclusively  to  the 
engthening  of  Belgium — her  first  and  prin- 
al  victim — and  it  is  not  going  too  far  to 

•  that  the  attainment  of  this  object  is  not 
rely  due  to  Belgium  as  a  measure  of  re- 
•ation.  but  that  it  is  essential  for  the  pre- 
vation  of  European  peace.  What  has  also 
)e  remembered  at  the  same  time  is  that  the 
itions  to  be  made  for  the  purpose  of  invig- 
ting  Belgium  must  not  be  of  a  nature  to 
ve  a  source  of  weakness  and  enfeeblement. 
vould  be  no  kindness  to  Belgium,  no  solu- 

of  the  European  problem,  to  charge  her 
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tory  German  subjects.  Any  additions  made 
to  Belgium  must  be  sources  of  real  strength, 
races  that  can  be  readily  assimilated  and 
speedily  merged  in  the  Belgian  nation  on  ac- 
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the  little  Principality  by  leaving  Stavelot  to 
the  Belgians,  and  by  handing  over  Malmedy 
to  Prussia.  This  violent  disruption  of  a 
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not  then  spoken  at  all  in  this  region — ignor- 
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fence to  those  feudal  pretensions,  which  it  is 
now  essentia!  to  destroy  for  ever,  because  the 
Prince-Abbots  had  been  members  of  the  Diet 
of  the  old  Empire.  In  the  face  of  that  vague 
dignity  devoid  of  power,  the  rights,  wishes, 
and  interests  of  the  people  concerned  were 
not  consulted.  They  were  placed  arbitrarily 
and  without  the  smallest  consideration  of 
their  feelings  under  two  different  adminis- 
trations, and  they  were  confronted  with  the 
prospect  that  these  brothers  and  kinsmen 
with  a  common  past  behind  them  for  thirty 
generations  would,  at  the  bidding  of  distant 
sovereigns  alien  to  them  in  every  particular, 
hnve  to  draw  the  sword  upon  one  another. 
There  have  been  few  more  monstrous  acts  of 
brutality  in  history  than  the  violent  separa- 
tion of  Malmedy  from  Stavelot. 

We  must  not  leave  it  to  be  supposed  that 
the  part  ceded  to  Prussia  was  confined  to  the 
tittle  border  town  of  Malmedy.  It  stretched 
from  a  point  in  the  Hohe  Venn  considerably 
north  of  Sourbrodt  to  St.  Vith.  and  included 
Weywertz,  Weismes.  Ligneuville,  and  Recht. 
To  the  south  of  St.  Vith  a  corresponding  en- 
croachment was  made  at  the  expense  of  the 
"'d  Belfian  Duchy  of  Luxembourg;  and,  to 
th".  north  of  Sourbrodt,  Montjoie  and  Ennen 
were  filched  by  a  corresponding  nrocess  from 
Limburg  and  the  Bishopric  of  Liege.  It  may, 
therefore,  be  said  that  south  of  Aix-la-Cha- 
nelle  to  as  far  as  Rosport  and  the  left  bank  of 
the  Moselle  above  Treves  there  is  a  strin  of 
territory  that  rightfully  belongs  to  Belgium. 
The  acquisition  of  this  strip  would  not  be 
onerous  for  Belgium  because  it  contains  a 
sparse  population  of  non-Germanic  origin  out- 
side the  official  class,  and  much  of  it  is  a  prim- 
itive region  where  the  Teutonizing  of  the 
people  has  made  no  real  progress.  The 
Germanic  tendencies  of  the  population  are 
only  skin  deep.  A  clearly  marked  eastern 
boundary  for  his  region  is  fortunately  pro- 
vided in  the  Roer  River  for  the  northern  half 
and  the  Kill  for  the  southern.  Although 
sparsely  populated  at  present  there  is  rea- 
son for  believing  that  much  of  this  western 
half  of  the  Eifel  is  rich  in  mineral  wealth. 
In  possibilities  at  least  this  region  would  be 
far  from  a  barren  acquisition,  and  it  would 
strengthen  Belgium  at  the  cost  exclusively 
of  Germany. 

While  the  recovery  of  the  Malmedian  half 
of  the  old  Principality,  as  defined  on  the  map 
of  Ferraris  in  1777,  would  only  give  Belgium 
the  strip  north  of  the  Ambleve,  it  must  be  re- 
membered that  the  outlying  places  wc  have 
n<>med,  both  north  of  Sourbrodt  and  south 
of  Ligneuville,  were  all  attached  to  the  Belgic 
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Ferraris  traced  the  limits  of  the  Stavelot 
Principality.  Still,  it  may  be  assumed  that 
the  question  of  restoring  Malmedy  to  Bel- 
gium is  not  likely  to  be  treated  apart  from 
the  larger  matter  of  Luxembourg,  and  thus 
the  variations  that  occurred  in  the  respec- 
tive provincial  jurisdictions  at  different  dates 
do  not  matter. 

In  the  first  place,  then,  let  us  state  certain 
irrefutable  facts  with  regard  to  Luxembourg. 
This  Countdom  in  the  first  stage,  and  Duchy 
in  the  second,  is,  and  haa  always  been,  as 
absolutely  Belgian  from  every  point  of  view 
as  Flanders  or  Hainault.  Here,  again,  there 
was  German  intrusion  and  German  abstrac- 
tion of  the  same  pattern  as  in  Malmedy.  By 
those  feudal  ties  and  claims  that  have  been 
referred  to  Luxembourg  was  a  fief  of  the 
Empire.  In  modern  times  the  formula  was 
devised  of  "obligations  to  the  Germanic  Con- 
federation," and  this  phrase  became  current 
at  the  time  of  the  Vienna  Congress,  and  of 
the  London  Conference  of  1830-9.  At  Vienna 
Prussia  was  allowed  to  abstract  Luxembourg 
from  the  rest  of  Belgium,  and  to  assign  it  to 
the  family  of  Nassau  as  "a  family  possession" 
in  compensation  for  the  Nassau  estates  on 
the  L.Thn,  taken  over  by  Prussia.  It  is  true 
that  the  greater  part  of  Luxembourg  was 
left  to  form  part  of  the  new  Kingdom  of  the 
Netherlands  in  1815;  and  it  was  not  until 
1830  that  the  significance  of  its  being  held  in 
a  separate  and  distinct  form  as  a  personal 
possession  of  King  William  I.  of  Orange-Nas- 
sau under  the  style  of  Duke  of  Luxembourg 
was  appreciated.  As  Dutch  writers  are  mak- 
ing some  stir  in  special  reference  to  this 
archaic  point  let  it  be  recalled  that  this  title 
of  Puke  of  Luxembourg  (invented  when  the 
Nassaus  lost  their  German  States)  has  no 
feudal  roots.  The  historic  title  merged  in  the 
various  dignities  and  honors  of  the  House  of 
Burgundy  passed  to  the  Hapsburgs  and  be- 
longs to  the  Emperor  Francis  Joseph.  The 
Duchy  of  Luxembourg  was  devised  by  Prussii 
in  1815  for  the  express  purpose  of  installing 
a  German  garrison  in  the  then  formidable 
city-fortress  of  Luxembourg,  and  it  has  noth- 
ing whatever  to  do  as  a  fief  or  as  a  Duchy 
with  those  sold  by  Elizabeth  of  Gorlitz  to 
Philip  the  Good  in  the  middle  of  the  fifteenth 
century.  Yet  this  historical  passage  shows 
how  essential  is  the  reform  advocated  of 
stripping  all  feudal  pretensions  of  their  vali- 
dity for  the  benefit  of  national  as  opposed  to 
privileged  interests  in  future  diplomatic  ar- 
rangements. 

But  when  the  Belgians  revolted  against  the 
Dutch  in  1830 — and  no  Belgians  took  a  more 
enthusiastic  part  in  the  Revolution  than  the 
Luxembourgers — Prussia  intervened  to  assert 
the  rights  of  the  Germanic  Confederation  in 
the  Duchy.  The  Belgian  leaders  and  the  Na- 
tional Congress  held  that  no  one  could  detach 
Luxembourg,  much  less  any  part  of  it,  from 
Belgium,  but  at  the  same  time,  to  conciliate 
their  German  neighbors,  they  declared  from 
the  start  their  intention  to  respect  "the  re- 
lations of  Luxembourg  with  the  Germanic 
Confederation."  Those  relations  were  appar- 
ently confined  to  the  presence  of  a  GermRn 
garrison  in  the  fortress.  But  this  was  not 
enough  for  Prussia.  The  whole  of  Luxem- 
bourg, extending  half-way  across  the  Ardennes 
region  towards  the  Meust.  had  been  given  in 
1815  by  an  outsider,  without  the  assent  of  the 
population,  without  the  knowledge  of  the 
other  Belgian  provinces,  to  another  outsider 
who  had  absolutely  no  claims  to  it  as  an  inde- 
feasible private  property  except  in  so  far  as 
it  was  subject  to  the  German  Imperial  law  of 
inheritance.  Three  hundred  thousand  people 
were  thus  transferred  like  a  piece  of  land 
or  a  house  of  furniture  in  complete  disregard 
of  the  wishes  or  interests  of  the  chief  parties 
concerned  —  the  Luxembourgers  themselves 
and  the  State  known  as  Belgium  or  as  the 
Belgic  Provinces.  It  is  true  that  at  the 
moment  the  transfer  was  effected  in  1815 
the  act  did  not  appear  so  harsh,  for  the  owner 
of  the  specially  created  Duchy  was  to  be  the 
sovereign  of  the  whole  territory.  It  was  only 
in  1830,  when  the  enforced  and  artificial  union 
of  Holland  and  Belgium  was  shown  to  be  a 
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enthusiastic  Belgians.  They  had  no  sym- 
pathies with  the  Dutch,  who  were  absolute 
strangers  to  them,  and  therefore  they  at  once 


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participated  in  the  national  revolution.  In 
the  last  few  days  of  August,  1930,  not  a  ves- 
tige of  Dutch  authority  remained  in  Luxem- 
bourg except  in  the  fortress  where  it  was  up- 
held by  German  troops,  ffeither  the  people 
of  Belgium  nor  the  people  of  the  province 
doubted  that  whatever  their  fate  might  be 
they  would  share  it  in  common. 

But    Prussia,    speaking   for   the    Germanic 
Confederation,  was  determined  that  the  work 
of    1815    should    not   be   undone,   and    as    she 
brushed    aside    the    Belgian    offer    to    let    her 
garrison   remain   undisturbed  in   the   fortress 
it  almost  looks  as  if  she  anticipated  a  claim 
from  the  House  of  Nassau  for  fresh  compen- 
sation for  the  lost  territory  on   the   Lahn   if 
that    originally    assigned     to     it    were     lost. 
Whatever  her  motives,  Prussia  stood  firm  in 
her   claim   on   behalf   not   of   Holland   or   the 
Dutch,  but  of  William  I.  of  Orange-Nassau  in 
his  personal  capacity  as  Duke — it  is  very  im- 
portant in  the  coming  discussions  to  remem- 
ber this  distinction — to  Luxembourg.     On  the 
other  side,  Lord  Palmerston   and  King  Louis 
Philippe,  the  godfathers  of  Belgiin  independ- 
ence, stood  not  less  firm  in  their  contention 
that  to  sever  the  whole  of  Luxembourg  from 
Belgium   would    be    to    leave    it    a    disjointed 
and  tr'incated  State  hardly  worth  creation  at 
all.      Consequently   the   Great   Powers,   being 
averse  to  fight  one  another  at  that  moment, 
arrived  at  a  compromise.     The  Duchy  of  Lux- 
embourg,  except,   of  course,   the   portions  al- 
rendy   abstracted   by    Prussia    for   herself   in 
1815"  east  of  the  Sure  and  the  Our,  was  to  be 
split  in   two,  the  northern  and  western   half 
being  assigned  to  Belgium  and  the  southern 
and  eastern  to  King  William  as  a  family  pos- 
session.    This   agreement  arrived   at   in   1S31 
did  not  come  into  effect  until  1839,  when  Hol- 
land signed  the  Treatv  of  Peace,  and  during 
those  nine  years  the  Belgians  held  the  whole 
of   the   province   outside   the   fortress   capital. 
They  held  it  not  by  violence  or  force  of  arms, 
but  with  the  free  will  and  hearty  co-oneration 
of  its  inhabitants.    It  was  a  bitter  pill  for  the 
Belgians    after    such    a    Avell-sustained    effort 
to  resign  themselves  to  the  surrender  of  the 
lialf— and   the   better   half  —   of   a   province 
which   undf'r   every   rule   had   been    part   and 
parcel  of  themselves.     They  offered  to  pay  an 
enormous  sum   for  that   age  for  its   redemp- 
tion, but  it  was  rejected,  to  the  eventual  chag- 
rin and  loss  of  the  Dutch  reigning  family  it- 
self, which  in  the  end  lost  both  dominion  and 
compensation. 

From  1839  down  to  1890  the  Grand  Duchy 
of  Luxembourg  remained  attached  to  Holland 
or    the    Netherlands   by   the    personal    tie    of 
having    the    sime    ruler.      In    that    neriod    it 
passed  through  one  great  crisis  in  1867,  when 
the  Luxembourg  difficulty  threatened  to  occa- 
sion   an    European    war.      The    danger    was 
averted  by  the  London  Conference,  which  de- 
clared  that  Luxembourg  was  to  be   regarded 
PS  a  neutral  State  under  the  guarantee  of  the 
Powers,  and  at  the  same  time  it  was  agreed 
that   the   fortress   of   Luxembourg   should   be 
dismantled    and    the    German    garrison    with- 
drawn.   On  that  occasion  the  Belgian  Govern- 
ment,   and    in    particular    King    Leopold    II., 
honed  that  an  opportunity  might  present  It- 
self to  repurchase  what  had  been  lost  in  1839, 
but  none  offered.     The  deaths  of  the  sons  of 
the  Dutch  King  William  III.  in  the  years  fol- 
lowing that  Conference  and  the  Franco-Prus- 
sian  War   produced   a   new   situation   in   that 
the   heir   to   his   throne   became   his   daughter 
Wilhelmlna.     But  the   Salic  law  prevailed  in 
the  Duchy  of  Luxembourg,  his  personal  pos- 
session, where  Dutch  law  and  practice  had  no 
validity.      When    he    died,    then,    in    1890    his 
daughter  became   Queen   of   Holland,   and   his 
cousin.   Adolphus   of  Nassau,   Grand   Duke   of 
Luxembourg.      The    altogether    artificial    and 
accidental  connection  between  the  Dutch  and 
Luxembourg  was  thus  brought  to  an  end,  and 
whatever   arrangement  may  be   made   in   the 
future,  no  one  would  think  seriously  of  re- 
viving one  that  possessed  so  little  justifica- 
tion. 

In  1912  the  same  position  arose  with  re- 
gard to  the  Grand  Duchy  itself  that  had 
arisen  in  Holland  in  1890.  The  male  line  of 
the  Nassaus  became  extinct,  and  despite  the 
Salic  law  the  young  Duchess  Marie  succeeded 
to  the  sovereignty  of  the  little  Principality. 
At  daybreak  on  August  2nd,  1914,  the  Ger- 
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langruaKe,  the  guarantee  of  1867.  Of  course, 
the  local  Government,  without  an  army  or  a 
fortress,  was  unable  to  offer  any  resistance, 
but  the  exact  circumstances  in  which  the 
Germans  entered  and  occupied  the  whole  of 
the  Grand  Duchy  within  twenty-four  hours 
have  still  to  be  ascertained.  An  explanation 
is  still  more  necessary  as  to  how  the  Grand 
Ducal  authorities  permitted  in  1913-14  the 
doubling  of  the  railway  from  Luxembourg  via 
Ettelbruck  and  Kautenbach  to  Trois  Vierges, 
the  work  being  carried  on  with  noticeably 
feverish  haste  under  German  supervision. 
The  Luxembourg  authorities  had  other  rea- 
sons for  forming  a  shrewd  opinion  as  to  what 
was  coming.  But  whether  a  charge  of  com- 
plete subservience  to  Germany  on  the  part  of 
responsible  people  at  Luxembourg  can  be 
sustained  or  not,  there  cannot  be  two  opin- 
ions that  the  utter  helplessness  of  the  people 
of  the  Duchy  to  do  anything  in  self-defence 
will  be  considered  a  strong  argument  when 
after  the  war  conditions  have  to  be  defined 
against  prolonging  a  situation  full  of  peril 
to  the  Luxembourgers  themselves  and  their 
neighbors.  To  all  intents  and  purposes  Lux- 
embourg had  become  a  German  dependency, 
and  in  making  fresh  arrangements  for  its 
administration  the  Allies  will  be  dispossessing 
Germany,  and  not  the  Grand  Duchy,  of  an 
advanced  position  for  invading  France  and 
taking  her  at  a  disadvantage. 

Then  it  will  be  remembered  that  Luxem- 
bourg is,  and  alwavs  was.  an  integral  and 
natural  part  of  the  Belgic  Provinces,  that  the 
changes  introduced  in  1815  and  in  1831-9  were 
due  to  German  guile,  that  since  1S71 — for  the 
process  began  in  the  Dutch  period — and  more 
especially  since  1890,  the  Germanizing  of  the 
State  and  its  people  has  been  steadily  going 
on  until  the  nominal  independence  of  the 
Principality  had  become  an  absolute  fiction. 
Were  this  state  of  things  allowed  to  con- 
tinue after  the  war  ends,  and  to  be  given  as 
it  were  a  new  lease  of  life,  the  advantages 
secured  elsewhere  would  be  compromised,  and 
Germany  would  retain  the  avenue  of  attack 
which  enabled  her  to  drive  back  the  French 
into  Champagne  and  to  threaten  the  line  of 
the  Vosages.  An  end  must  be  put  to  this 
intolerable  position,  and  -vhen  the  necessity 
of  strengthening  Belgium  at  the  expense  of 
Germany  is  admitted,  as  it  must  be.  the  re- 
storation of  the  severed  portion  of  the  old 
Belgian  Duchy  and  Province  of  Luxembourg 
will  appear  to  everyone  the  most  natural  and 
advantageous  solution  of  the  problem.  Not 
at  the  expense  of  Holland  but  of  Germany 
will  Belgium  in  Malmedy,  along  the  Eifel, 
and  in  her  own  lost  but  cheri.shed  Province 
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sion that  will  sati-sfy  the  requirements  of  her 
position.  It  will  be  not  only  a  small  reward 
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time,  and  this  is  the  point  that  will  carry  most 
weight  in  the  councils  of  the  Allies,  enable 
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man  author's  war  book,  giving  the  public  its 
first  glimpse  of  the  German  air-fleet.  Here 
is  part  of  his  account  of  the  swarm  of  mon- 
sters lying  in  readiness  to  sweep  down  on 
sleeping  cities  the  next  dark  night: 

Somewhere  amid  the  white  sand-dunes 
and  the  salt-meadow  weeds  dwell  the  mari- 
ners of  the  air  who  have  brought  some  no- 
tion to  Albion  that  it  is  no  longer  an  island. 
I  was  taken  at  evening  in  an  automobile  over 
causeways  and  dikes  to  a  group  of  buildings, 
dark  air-ship  halls,  silhoiLCtted  against  the 
sunset  clouds  in  great  lines  of  modern  steel 
construction. 

"How  many?"  I  hear  the  question  asked. 
Quite  a  confidence-inspiring  number. 

It  was  midnight  as  we  approached  the  dark 
structure  with  brightly  illuminated  windows 
which,  at  first  broad  and  red,  soon  shrank  to 
narrow,  shining  slits  as  the  whole  ball  turned 
on  its.  axis  in  order  to  bring  the  air-ship  into 
line  with  the  wind. 

The  turning  of  a  single  screw  on  the  ochre- 
yellow  body  of  the  air-cruiser  filled  the  giant 
hall  with  the  roaring  and  howling  of  a  hurri- 
cane. 

In  front  of  the  almost  unbelievably  thin 
steel  rods  to  which  were  affixed  the  screw  pro- 
pellers were  high  wooden  platforms  on  which 
mechanics  cowered  and  watched  the  whirling 
propellers.  These  wooden  propellers,  each 
as  tall  as  a  man,  soon  became  visible  again, 
turned  awkwardly  a  few  times,  then  stopped. 
A  mechanic  adjusted  a  few  screws,  hammered 
a  few  bolts,  and  then  the  slender,  thin  wooden 
blades  again  roared.  The  mechanic  always 
notes  the  faults  first  with  the  ear  only,  but 
afterward  discovers  them  with  the  eye. 

Now  they  had  caught  the  right  tone. 
"The  ship  is  clear  for  sailing,"  the  engineer 
reported   to   the   commander. 

In  the  front  wall  a  gap  opened  slowly,  like 
the  pulling  of  a  giant  stage-curtain  in  a 
theatre,  only  much  slower.  The  motors  took 
seven  minutes  to  slide  back  the  steel  wings 
on  the  front  door.  The  commander  disap- 
peared in  the  direction  of  the  forward  gon- 
dola. From  the  port-holes  of  the  connecting 
gangway  grinned  the  faces  of  happy  marin- 
ers, who  called  out  jokes  to  those  who  were 
staying  behind.  Then  the  wondrous  monster 
was  led  out  of  the  hall  with  an  ease  which  the 
eye   could   hardly   credit. 

Gas-cells  between  the  ribs  of  the  air-cruiser 
cheat  the  laws  of  gravitation.  The  ship  is 
weighted  to  an  ounce,  no  lighter  and  no 
heavier  than  air,  so  that  it  swings  in  space 
like  a  great  feather.  A  band  of  frolicking 
schoolboys  could  just  as  well  have  led  the 
monster  out  of  its  stall. 

But  outside  waited  the  night-wind.  One 
knew  it  well  from  past  experience.  There- 
fore, a  hundred  hard  seamen's  fists  grabbed 
it  outside  to  prevent  capsizing. 

A  shrill  whistle  and  all  the  screws  began 
their  storm-song.  A  few  men  of  the  land- 
ing battalion  shook  themselves  like  wet  dogs. 
They  had  got  on  their  heads  a  spout  of  the 
water  with  which  the  air-cruiser  lightens  it- 
self. Lightly  the  slender  colossus  floated 
upward  and  it  seemed  swallowed  up  by  the 
night,  a  dark  shadow  against  the  Great 
Dipper. 

In  the  commander's  gondola,  among  all 
the  measuring-instruments  and  signal-wires, 
hangs  a  small,  brown-plush  teddy-bear,  and 
amid  the  storm-song  of  the  propellers  and 
the  thunder  of  the  motors  you  seem  to  hear 
the  shrill  laughter  of  children.  The  com- 
mander's small  daughter  sent  him  the  teddy- 
bear  as  a  souvenir  when  sailing  over  Eng- 
land. 

And  so  they  went  flying.  The  noise  of 
the  machinery  made  conversation  impos- 
sible, the  author  tells  us,  but  the  command- 
ant showed  him  by  signs  the  workings  of  the 
various  parts  of  the  engine,  as  well  as  the 
steering-gear  and  the  method  of  elevation 
and  descent.  Far  below,  the  scenery  passed 
by  in  an  endless  panorama.  The  account  goes 
on   to  say: 

We  flew  over  wood  and  meadow,  and  over 
air-ship  halls  and  barracks,  and  the  canopy 
of  green  was  soon  lost  to  sight. 

Through  a  small  horizontal  transparent 
pane,  built  like  an  alcove  in  the  glass  wall  of 
the  commandant's  gondola,  your  eyes  can 
see  straight  downward  into  the  depths  below. 


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At  2,000  feet  the  earth  assumed  that  de- 
liKhtful  relief  that  makes  it  seem  like  a  giant 
plaything.  In  the  distance  the  gray  aura  of 
a  city  appeared,  but  was  soon  left  behind. 

IIow  the  heart  beat  when  through  the 
forward  windows  of  the  gondola  the  North 
Sea  was  sighted.  There  lay  the  battle- 
fleet,  but  the  ships  seemed  to  hang  in  clouds, 
an  optical  illusion,  for  when  seen  from  an 
air-ship  the  earth  seems  to  sink  like  a  round, 
flat  saucer.  Immediately  under  you  lies  the 
lowest  point,  while  round  about  the  horizon 
seems  to  rise.  Hence  came  the  illusion  that 
battle-cruisers  and  a  dreadnought,  steaming 
far  out  at  sea,  were  gliding  through  low 
clouds. 

The  barometer  showed  3,300  feet.  "Now 
we  are  in  the  zone  of  explosion  danger,"  the 
commandant  said  coolly  and  quietly.  I  can 
not  deny  that  this  information  disturbed  the 
enjoyment  of  my  view  over  all  the  world. 

The  Captain  explained  further:  "At  this 
height  the  atmosphere  is  most  inclined  to 
creen  through  the  thin  skin  of  the  gas-cells, 
producing  that  explosive  mixture  of  hydro- 
gen and  oxygen  which  you  know  from  chem- 
istry. If  a  man  with  hobnailed  boots  were 
to  strike  a  spark  on  the  steel  plates  now  he 
could  blow  us  all  into  the  air.  That  is  why 
we  now  blow  off  gas.  This  prevents  a  dan- 
gerous proportion  in  the  mixture  of  ait  and 
hydrogen." 

Shrill  bells  sounded  through  the  air-ship, 
commands  were  called  through  the  telephone, 
and  wires  were  nulled.  As  we  flew  back  over 
the  land  again  the  commander  pointed  out  to 
me  a  large  white  cross  in  the  midst  of  a  plain. 
It  was  a  target.  Four  bombs  fell.  Not  one 
of  them  fell  outside  the  circles  of  which  the 
crossed  lines  were  the  diameters. 

We  descended  until  biplanes,  cruising  be- 
low us,  looked  like  hawks. 

"You  must  also  visit  the  motor-room,"  the 
commandant   suggested. 

Through  the  two  doors  lay  the  way  to  the 
machinists.  I  could  stand  it  for  just  two 
minutes.  How  men  with  ear-drums  and 
nerves  can  hold  out  hours  at  a  time  and 
half  a  day  long  in  that  mad  hell  of  sound 
thiit  shakes  the  whole  body  to  the  marrow 
I  do  not  understand.  These  men  are  heroes 
even  though  they  merely  hold  out  and  do 
their  oily  work  among  the  motors. 

As  we  circled  about  our  hall  the  landing- 
forces  quickly  caught  hold  of  the  lines,  and 
after  a  few  minutes  L-X  was  firmly  impri- 
soned on  the  wheeled  iron-block  that  runs 
on  the  rails  to  the  hall. 

Not  always  is  the  landing  so  easy.  Many 
a  ship  has  been  held  in  a  storm  outside  for 
twenty-four  hours,  the  men  taking  relief 
shifts  before  it  could  be  brought  in. 

It  takes  much  courage  and  science  to  steer 
such  a  cruiser  through  the  air.  The  com- 
manders all  laughed  when  they  read  in  the 
English  papers  that  the  English  planned  to 
salvage  the  framework  of  L-\0,  sunk  in  the 
waters  of  England,  in  order  to  copy  the  con- 
struction. "We  will  make  them  a  present  of 
a  brand-new  one  and  they  would  not  learn  how 
to  sail  it  in  five  years,"  they  said. 

Down  on  the  water-front  everywhere  stand 
new  and  gigantic  air-ship  halls.  On  the  day 
I  left  the  first  of  some  new  and  splendid 
monsters  came  flying  from  its  air-ship  yards. 
They  are  large  enough  to  lay  a  fortress  in 
ashes. 

Woe  to  you,  Paris!  Woe  to  you,  London, 
when  your  day  comes! 


Von  Moltke  Retired 
—Why? 

IN  December,  1914,  it  was  announced  to  the 
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was  another  reason  why  the  Government  was 
willing  to  get  rid  of  the  man  who  had  been 
argely  instrumental  in  the  early  successes 
)f  the  Fatherland.  It  was  said,  perhaps,  with- 
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the  Kaiser  on  the  wisdom  of  going  through 
Flanders,  preferring  a  drive  at  Verdun,  but  a 
German  correspondent,  says  the  Literary 
Digest,  gives  a  different  and  more  picturesque 
version  of  the  cause.  He  claims  that  the 
general  was  ousted  because  of  his  religious 
beliefs,  and  states  his  views  as  follows: 

Lieutenant-General  von  Moltke,  the  retired 
chief  of  the  German  General  Staff,  who 
dropped  dead  in  the  Reichstag  recently,  re- 
tained the  confidence  of  the  German  people 
to  the  end.  When  he  was  first  appointed 
to  the  post  ten  years  ago,  they  distrusted  and 
ridiculed  him.  They  thought  of  him  merely 
as  the  nephew  of  a  famous  general  of  the 
last  generation,  and  as  a  personal  favorite  of 
the  Kaiser.  But  the  vigorous  way  he  put 
through  his  own  revolutionary  ideas  about 
"preparedness"  soon  forced  them  to  change 
their  minds.  And  the  rapidity  and  smooth- 
ness of  the  German  mobilization  at  the  be- 
ginning of  this  war  are  largely  credited  to 
him. 

The  German  people  do  believe  the  official 
explanation  of  his  retirement  from  the  head 
of  the  General  Staff  in  December,  1914 — that 
it  was  "on   account  of  health." 

Nevertheless,  von  Moltke  just  missed  being 
ranked  by  his  country  as  one  of  their  super- 
men. But  this  was  because  of  religious, 
rather  than  military,  heresies.  He  was  known 
to  bo  a  Christian  Scientist — not  merely  a  be- 
liever, but  one  of  the  leaders  of  the  move- 
ment in  Germany.  This  would  have  been  con- 
sidered a  weakness  in  any  prominent  German. 
In  the  head  of  the  army  it  was  regarded  as 
humiliating. 

For.  in  the  first  place,  Christian  Science 
comes  from  America.  It  was  known  that 
General  von  Moltke's  political  views  were 
not  friendly  toward  the  United  States — at 
least  not  since  the  beginning  of  the  war. 
A  year  ago  he  expressed  himself  in  an  inter- 
view very  strongly  against  this  country  for 
sending  arms  and  munitions  to  the  Allies. 
Nevertheless,  it  was  considered  most  undig- 
nified for  the  head  of  the  German  Army  to 
cling  to  an  American  form  of  religious  belief. 

But  the  German  feeling  goes  deeper  than 
that.  The  Germans  are  convinced  that 
there  is  an  intimate  relation  between  the 
religion  of  an  army  and  its  fighting  quali- 
ties. They  believe,  for  example,  that  the 
reason  why  the  United  States  has  been  "the 
most  non-military  great  Power  which  has 
ever  existed" — to  quote  one  of  their  leading 
thinkers — is  because  we  "are  fundamentally 
lacking  in  the  mysticism  of  the  State." 

German  thought  has  done,  the  author  goes 
on  to  say,  all  that  it  could  to  encourage  that 
fanatical  "mysticism  of  the  State"  which  has 
made,  in  the  past,  all  great  national  move- 
ments. It  made  the  Crusaders,  it  made  the 
men  of  Cromwell  invincible,  and  in  the  Na- 
poleonic era  it  led  countless  Frenchmen  to 
pour  out  their  lives  in  the  solemn  belief  that 
their  leader  was  under  the  special  guid- 
ance of  Heaven.  The  utterances  of  the  Kais- 
er, so  much  ridiculed  in  the  press,  are  taken 
seriously,  for  the  most  part,  by  the  Army, 
and  the  individual  belief  seems  to  be  that  the 
war-lord  is  really  God's  "hosen  child.  The 
outbreak  of  the  war  has  had  its  effect  upon 
theology,  as  upon  everything  else,  and  the 
emphasis  of  the  Bible  has  been  transferred 
from  the  New  Testament  to  the  Old.  For  it 
is  hardly  in  keeping  with  the  ideals  of  any  of 
the  military  nations  to  preach  the  peace  of 
the  Evangelists.  The  belief  in  the  God  of 
Battles  has  been  revived.  We  learn  that 
countless  sermons  have  been  reached  on  the 
text,  "Then  the  fear  of  the  Lord  fell  upon 
the  people  and  they  went  out  to  battle  as  one 
man."     In  addition,  the  author  asserts: 

I  have  even  seen  a  German  book  entitled 
"What  the  Bible  has  to  say  about  the  present 
war."  in  which  some  of  the  most  sanguinary 
and  violent  passages  of  the  Old  Testament  are 
gathered  together  in  an  effort  to  prove  the 
divine   origin  of  war. 

The  average  religious  German  regards  the 
war  as  divine  retribution  on  Germany's  ene- 
mies for  their  sins:  Gott  strafe  England! 
There  are  other  Germans  who  regard  the  war 
as  divine  punishment  inflicted  on  Germany^ 
for  her  materialism  and  atheism  of  the  past 
generation.  But,  whatever  the  particular 
variations  of  their  beliefs,  all  Germans   who 


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are  in  the  great  current  of  contemporary 
German  emotion  believe  in  a  God  who  works 
his  will  through  war. 

The  Government  not  only  encourages  that 
belief  but  it  discourages  all  contrary  beliefs 
— those  which  tend  to  weaken  the  soldiers' 
idea  of  war  as  a  sort  of  religious  rite. 

A  few  months  ago  an  old  woman,  seventy- 
five  years,  named  Reuss,  was  up  before  the 
military  courts  charged  with  treason.  She 
was  a  New  Adventist,  and  had  been  distribut- 
ing among  the  soldiers  leaflets  pointing  out 
the  wickedness  of  fighting  on  Sunday.  The 
court  found  that  she  was  not  prompted  by 
any  desire  to  help  Germany's  enemies,  but 
by  a  sincere  religious  belief.  In  view  of  this 
fact,  and  of  her  age,  it  declared  that  it  would 
be  lenient.  And  it  sentenced  her  to  nine 
months'  imprisonment! 

The  Government  has  been  even  more  severe 
against  Christian  Scientists.  And  German 
public  opinion  has  upheld  it.  A  number  of 
Christian  Science  practitioners  were  tried  and 
convicted  in  Berlin  last  winter  for  letting  one 
of  their  patients  die  without  calling  in  medi- 
cal aid.  And  the  newspapers  published  un- 
usually full  accounts  of  the  proceedings,  in  a 
bitterly  satirical  vein.  German  public  opin. 
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The  Pride  of  Pauline 

Continued  from  page  Z7. 

round  her,  the  camp-fire  to  be  lit,  and  the 
bed  to  be  made  under  the  friendly  trees 
and  stars. 

For  a  half-hour  she  sat  so,  and  then 
suddenly  she  raised  her  head  listen^ing, 
leaning  towards  the  window,  through 
which  the  moonlight  streamed,  mingling 
with  the  glow  from  the  chimney.  She 
heard  her  name  called  without,  distinct 
and  strange:  "Pauline!    Pauline!" 

Starting  up,  she  ran  to  the  door  and 
opened  it.  All  was  silent  and  cruelly 
cold.  Nothing  but  the  wide  plain  of  snow 
and  the  steely  air.  But  as  she  stood  in- 
tently listening,  the  red  glow  from  the 
fire  behind  her,  again  came  the  cry  "Pau- 
line!" not  far  away.  Her  heart  beat  hard, 
and  she  raised  her  head  and  called — why 
was  it  she  should  call  out  in  a  language 
not  her  own?  —  "Qu'appelle?  Qu'ap- 
pelle?" 

And  once  again  on  the  still  night  air 
came  the  trembling  appeal,  "Pauline!" 

"Qu'appelle?  Qu'appelle?"  she  cried, 
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standing  and  recognition  she  ran  forward 
in  the  frozen  night  towards  the  sound  of 
the  voice.  The  same  intuitive  sense  which 
had  made  her  call  out  in  French,  with- 
out thought  or  reason,  had  revealed  to 
her  who  it  was  that  called  —  or  was  it 
that  even  in  the  one  word  uttered  there 
was  the  note  of  a  voice  always  remem- 
bered since  those  days  with  Manette  at 
Winnipeg? 

"VT  OT  far  away  from  the  house,  on  the 
^  ^  way  to  Portage  la  Drome,  but  a  little 
distance  from  the  road,  was  a  crevasse, 
and  towards  this  she  sped,  for  once  be- 
fore an  accident  had  happened  there. 
Again  the  voice  called  as  she  sped  — 
"Pauline!"  and  she  cried  out  that  she 
was  coming.  Presently  she  stood  above 
the  declivity  and  peered  over.  Almost 
immediately  below  her,  a  few  feet  down, 
was  a  man  lying  in  the  snow.  He  had 
strayed  from  the  obliterated  road,  and 
had  fallen  down  the  crevasse,  twisting  his 
foot  cruelly.  Unable  to  walk,  he  had 
crawled  several  hundred  yards  in  the 
snow,  but  his  strength  had  given  out,  and 
then  he  had  called  to  the  house,  on  whose 
dark  windows  flickered  the  flames  of  the 
fire,  the  name  of  the  girl  he  had  come  so 
far  to  see. 

With  a  cry  of  joy  and  pain  at  once 
she  recognized  him  now.  It  was  as  her 
heart  had  said — it  was  .Tulien,  Manette's 
brother.  In  a  moment  she  was  beside 
him,  her  arm  around  bis   shoulder. 

"Pauline!"  he  said  feebly  and  fainted 
in  her  arms. 

An  instant  later  she  was  speeding  to 
the  house,  and  rousing  her  mother  and 
two  of  the  stablemen,  she  snatched  a  flask 
of  brandy  from  a  cupboard  and  hastened 
back. 

An  hour  later  Julien  Labrosse  lay  in 
the  great  sitting-room  beside  the  fire,  his 
foot  and  ankle  bandaged,  and  at  ease, 
his  face  alight  with  all  that  had  brought 
him  there.  And  once  again  the  Indian 
mother  with  a  STjre  instinct  knew  why  he 
had  come,  and  saw  that  now  her  girl 
would  have  a  white  woman's  home,  and, 
for  her  man,  one  of  the  race  like  her 
father's  race,  white  and  conquering. 

"I'm  sorry  to  give  trouble,"  Julien  said, 
laughing  —  he  had  a  trick  of  laughing 
lightly;  "but  I'll  be  able  to  get  back  to  the 
Portage  to-morrow." 

To  this  the  Indian  mother  said,  how- 
ever, "To  please  yourself  is  a  great  thing, 
but  to  please  others  is  better;  and  so  you 
will  stay  here  till  you  can  walk  back  to 
the  Portage,  M'sieu'  Julien." 

"Well,  I've  never  been  so  comfortable," 
he  said,  "never  so  happy.  If  you  don't 
mind  the  trouble!" 

The  Indian  woman  nodded  pleasantly 
and  found  excuse  to  leave  the  room  for 
quite  a  quarter  of  an  hour.  But  before 
she  went  she  contrived  to  place  near  his 
elbow  one  of  the  scraps  of  paper  on  which 
Pauline  had  drawn  his  face  with  that 
of  Manette.  It  brought  a  light  of  hope 
and  happiness  into  his  eyes  and  he  thrust 
the  paper  under  the  fur  robes  of  the 
couch. 

"What  are  you  doing  with  your  life?" 
Pauline  asked  him,  as  his  eyes  sought  hers 
a  few  moments  later. 

"Oh,  I  have  a  big  piece  of  work  before 


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even  breath,  makes  breathing  easy,  soothes  the  sore 
throat,  and  stops  the  cough,  assuring  restful  nights 

tresolpne  relieve.^  the  bronchial  complications  of 
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me,"  he  answered  eagerly,  "a  great  chance 
— to  build  a  bridge  over  the  St.  Law- 
rence, and  I'm  only  thirty!  I've  got  my 
start.  Then,  I've  made  over  the  old  Seig- 
neury  my  father  left  me,  and  I'm  going 
to  live  in  it.  It  will  be  a  fine  place, 
when  I've  done  with  it,  comfortable  and 
big,  with  old  oak  timbers  and  wall.s,  and 
deep  fireplaces,  and  carvings  done  in  the 
time  of  Louis  Quinze,  and  dark-red  vel- 
vet curtains  for  the  drawing-room,  and 
skins  and  furs.  Yes,  I  must  have  skins 
and  furs  like  these  here."  He  smoothed 
the  skins  with  his  hand. 

"Manette,  she  will  live  with  you?" 
Pauline  asked. 

"Oh,  no,  her  husband  wouldn't  like 
that.  You  see,  Manette  is  to  be  married. 
She  told  me  to  tell  you  all  about  it." 

l_r  E  told  her  all  there  was  to  tell  of 
■*■  -'■  Manette's  courtship,  and  added  that 
the  wedding  would  take  place  in  the 
spring. 

"Manette  wanted  it  when  the  leaves 
first  come  out  and  the  birds  come  back," 
he  said  gayly;  "and  so  she's  not  going  to 
live  with  me  at  the  Seigneury,  you  set-. 
No,  there  it  is,  as  fine  a  house,  good 
enough  for  a  prince,  and  I  shall  be  there 
alone,  unless " 

His  eyes  met  hers,  and  he  caught  the 
light  that  was  in  them,  before  the  eyelids 
drooped  over  them  and  she  turned  her 
head  to  the  fire.  "But  the  spring  is  two 
months  off  yet,"  he  added. 

"The  spring?"  she  asked,  puzzled,  yet 
half  afraid  to  speak. 

"Yes,  I'm  going  into  my  new  house 
when  Manette  goes  into  her  new  house 
— in  the  spring.  And  I  wont  go  alone 
if " 

He  caught  her  eyes  again,  but  she  rose 
hurriedly  and  said  "You  must  sleep  now. 
Good-night."      She    held    out   her    hand. 

"Well,  I'll  tell  you  the  rest  to-morrow 
— to-morrow  night  when  it's  quiet  like 
this,  and  the  stars  shine,"  he  answered. 
"I'm  going  to  have  a  home  of  my  own 
like  this — ah,  bien  sure,  Pauline." 

That  night  the  old  Indian  mother 
prayed  to  the  Sun.  "0  great  Spirit."  she 
said,  "I  give  thanks  for  the  Medicine 
poured  into  my  heart.  Be  good  to  my 
white  child  when  she  goes  with  her  man 
to  the  white  man's  home  far  away.  O 
great  Spirit,  when  I  return  to  the  lodges 
of  my  people,  be  kind  to  me,  for  I  shall 
be  lonely;  I  shall  not  have  my  child;  I 
shall  not  hear  my  white  man's  voice. 
Give  me  good  Medicine,  O  Sun  and  great 
Father,  till  my  dream  tells  me  that  my 
man  comes  from  over  the  hills  for  me  once 
more." 


AbdulpAziz  Has  His 

Continued  from  page  22. 

nople  you  swear  that  within  one  hour  you 
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yourself  alive." 

"Just  Allah!"  cried  the  Sultan.  "Does 
it  say  all  that." 

"All  that,"  said  von  der  Doppelbauch. 
"All  that  within  an  hour.    It  is  a  splendid 


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The  fatiguing  duties  which  ladies  in  every 
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emphasised  in  a  wonderful  degree  the  recupera- 
tive power  of  Oxo  Cubes. 

It  is  remarkable  how  quickly  a  cup  of  Oxo 
will  revive  and  strengthen  you  after  the  fatigue 
of  a  long  day.  Hardly  less  remarkable  is  its 
convenience  in  the  form  of  Oxo  Cubes,  A  touch 
of  the  bell,  and  in  almost  less  time  than  it  takes  to 
remove  your  gloves,  a  cup  of  Oxo  is  ready 

Many  ladies  make  a  point  of  having  a  cup  of 
Oxo  before  they  leave  home.  It  fortifies  them 
against  the  cold  and  is  wonderfully  sustaining. 

a  CU6e  iif  a  CUfi 


Tins  of  4,  10,  SO  and  100  Cubes. 


CUBES 


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defiance.  The  Kaiser  himself  has  seen  it 
and  admired  it.  'There,'  he  said,  'are  the 
words  of  a  man!'  " 

"Did  he  say  that?"  said  Abdul,  evident- 
ly flattered.  "And  is  he  too  about  to  hurl 
himsielf  off  his  minaret?" 

"For  the  moment,  no,"  replied  von  der 
Doppelbauch,  sternly. 

"Well,  well,"  said  Abdul,  and  to  my  sur- 
prise he  began  picking  up  the  pen  and 
making  ready.  "I  suppose  if  I  must  sign 
it,  I  must" — then  he  marked  the  paper 
and  sprinkled  it  with  sand.  "For  one 
hour?  Well,  well,"  he  murmured.  "Von 
der  Doppelbauch  Pasha,"  he  added  with 
dignity,  "you  are  permitted  to  withdraw. 
Commend  me  to  your  Imperial  Master, 
my  brother.  Tell  him  that  when  I  am 
gone,/ he  may  have  Constantinople,  pro- 
vided only" — and  a  certain  slyness  ap- 
peared in  the  Sultan's  eye — "that  he  can 
get  it.     Farewell." 

The  Field  Marshall,  majestic  as  ever, 
gathered  up  the  manifesto,  clicked  his 
heels  together  and  withdrew. 

AS  the  door  closed  behind  him,  I  had 
expected  the  little  Sultan  to  collapse. 

Not  at  all.  On  the  contrary,  a  look  of 
peculiar  cheerfulness  spread  over  his  fea- 
tures. 

He  refilled  his  narghileh  and  began 
quietly  smoking  at  it. 

"Toomuch,"  he  said,  quite  cheerfully. 
"I  fear  there  is  no  hope." 

"Alas!"  said  the  secretary. 

"I  have  now,"  went  on  the  Sultan,  "ap- 
parently but  sixty  minutes  in  front  of 
me.  I  had  hoped  that  the  Intervention  of 
the  United  States  might  have  saved  me. 
It  has  not.  Instead  of  it,  I  meet  my  fate. 
Well,  well,  it  is  Kismet.    I  bow  to  it." 

He  smoked  away  quite  cheerfully. 

Presently  he  paused. 

"Toomuch,"  he  said.  "Kindly  go  and 
fetch  me  a  sharp  knife,  double-edged  if 
possible,  but  sharp,  afid  a  stout  bow- 
string." 

Up  to  this  time  I  had  remained  a  mere 
spectator  of  what  had  happened.  But 
now  I  feared  that  I  was  on  the  brink  of  an 
awful  tragedy. 

"Good  Heavens,  Abdul!"  I  said,  "what 
are  you  going  to  do?" 

"Do?  Why  kill  myself,  of  course,"  the 
Sultan  answered,  pausing  for  a  moment 
in  an  interval  of  his  cheerful  smoking. 
"What  else  should  I  do?  What  else  is 
there  to  do?  I  shall  first  stab  myself  in 
the  stomach  and  then  throttle  myself 
with  the  bowstring.  In  half  an  hour  I 
shall  be  in  paradise.  Toomuch,  summon 
hither  from  the  inner  harem  Fatima  and 
Falloola.  They  shall  sit  beside  me  and 
sing  to  me  at  the  last  hour,  for  I  love 
them  well  and  later  they  too  shall  voyage 
with  me  to  Paradise.  See  to  it  that  they 
are  both  thrown  a  little  later  into  the 
Bosphorus,  for  my  heart  yearns  towards 
the  two  of  them." 

"And,"  he  added  thoughtfully,  "espe- 
cially perhaps  towards  Fatima,  but  I 
have  never  quite  made  up  my  mind." 

The  Sultan  sat  back  with  a  little 
gurgle  of  contentment,  the  rose  water 
bubbling  soothingly  in  the  bowl  of  his  pipe. 

Then  he  turned  to  his  secretary  again. 

"Toomuch,"  he  said,  "you  will  at  the 
same  time  send  a  bowstring  to  Codfish 


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Pasiha,  my  Chief  of  War.  It  is  our  sign, 
you  know,"  he  added  in  explanation  to  me. 
"It  gives  Codfi.sh  leave  to  kill  .himself. 
And,  Toomuch,  send  a  bowstring  also  to 
Beefhash  Pasha,  my  Vizier— good  fellow, 
he  will  expect  it — and  the  Macpherson 
Effendi,  my  financial  adviser — let  them 
all  have  bowstrings." 

"Stop,  stop,"  I  pleaded.  "I  don't  under- 
.=.tand." 

"Why  surely,"  said  the  little  man,  in 
evident  astonishment.  "It  is  plain  enough. 
What  would  you  do  in  Canada?  When 
your  minister;; — as  I  think  you  call  them 
— fail  and  no  longer  enioy  your  support 
— do  you  not  send  them  bowstrings?" 

"Never,"  I  said.  "They  go  out  of  office 
but " 

"And  they  do  not  disembowel  them- 
selves on  their  retirement?  HaVc-they 
not  that  privilege?"  ,    ■ 

"Never !".  I  said.    "What  irt  idea !"• 

"The  ways  of  the  infidel,"  said  the  little 
Sultan,  calmly  resuming  his  pipe,  "are 
beyond  the  compass  of  the  true  intelli- 
gence of  the  F"'aithful.  Yet  I  thought  it 
was  so  even  as  here.  I  had  read  in  yovjr 
newspapers  that  after  one  of  your  last 
election?  your  minis»ters  were  buried  alive 
— buried  under  a  landslide,  was  it  not? 
We  thought  it — here  in  Turkey — a  noble 
fate  for  them." 

"They  crawled  out,"  I  said. 

"Ishmillah!"  ejaculated  Abdul.  "But 
go,  Toomuch.  And  listen — thou  also — 
for.  in  spite  of  all,  you  have  served  me 
well — shalt  have  a  bowstring." 

"Oh!  Master,  master!"  cried  Toomuch. 
falling  on  his  knees  in  gratitude  and 
clutching  the  sole  of  Abdul's  slipper.  "It 
is  too  kind." 

"Nay,  nay,"  said  the  Sultan.  "Thou 
hast  deserved  it.  And  I  will  go  further. 
This  stranger,  too,  my  governess,  this 
professor,  bring  also  for  the  professor  a 
bowstring,  and  a  two-bladed  knife!  All 
Canada  shall  rejoice  to  hear  of  it.  The 
students  shall  leap  up  like  young  lambs? 
at  the  honor  that  will  be  done.  Bring  the 
knife,  Toomuch,  bring  the  knife!" 

"Abdul,"  I  said.  "Abdul,  this  is  too 
much.  I  refuse.  I  am  not  fit.  The 
honor  is  too  great." 

"Not  so,"  said  Abdul.  "I  am  still  Sul- 
tan. I  insist  upon  it.  For  listen,  I  have 
long  penetrated  your  disguise  and  your 
kind  design.  I  saw  it  from  the  first.  You 
knew  all  and  came  to  die  with  me.  It 
was  kindly  meant.  But  j^ou  shall  die  no 
common  death.  Yours  shall  be  the  honor 
of  the  double  knife — let  it  be  extra  sharp, 
Toomuch — and   the   bowstring." 

"Abdul,"  I  urged.  "It  cannot  be.  You 
forget.  I  have  an  appointment  to  be 
thrown  into  the  Bosphoius." 

"The  death  of  a  dog!  Never!"  cried 
Abdul.  "My  will  is  still  law.  Toomuch, 
kill  him  on  the  spot.  Hit  him  with  the 
stool,  throw  the  coffee  at  him " 

T>  UT  at  this  moment  there  were  heard 
*-^  loud  cries  and  shouting  as  in  tones  of 
great  gladness,  in  the  outer  hall  of  the 
palace;  doors  swinging  to  and  fro  and  the 
sound  of  many  running  feet.  One  heard 
above  all  the  call:  "It  has  come!  It  has 
come!" 

The  Sultan  looked  up  quickly. 

"Toomuch,"  he  said  eagerly  and  anxi- 


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This 

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Never  Fails  to  Satisfy 

Let  the  Ili.-;<ii-n  Vacuum  Swtcper  solve 
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woiiM  (rive  more  genuine,  la.stinR  pleasure 
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BIS  SELL'S 

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ously.  "quick,  see  what  it  is.  Hurry! 
Hurry!  Do  not  stay  on  ceremony.  Drink 
a  cup  of  coffee,  give  me  five  cents — fifty 
cents,  anything — and  take  leave  and  see 
what  it  is." 

But,  before  Toomuch  could  reply,  a 
turbaned  attendant  had  already  burst  in 
through  the  door  unannounced  and 
thrown  himself  at  Abdul's  feet. 

"Master!  Master!"  he  cried.  "It  is 
here.  It  has  come."  As  he  spoke  he  held 
out  in  one  hand  a  huge  envelope,  heavy 
with  seals.  I  could  detect  in  great  letters 
stamped  across  it  the  words  WASHING- 
TON and  OFFICE  OF  THE  SECRE- 
TARY OF  STATE. 

Abdul  seized  and  opened  the  envelope 
with  trembling  hands. 

"It  is  it!"  he  cried.  "It  is  sent  by  Smith 
Pasha,  Minister  under  the  Peace  of  Hea- 
ven of  the  United  States.  It  is  the  In- 
tervention.   I  am  saved." 

Then  there  was  silence  among  us, 
breathless  and  anxious,  as  he  read  it. 

Abdul  glanced  down  the  missive,  read- 
ing it  in  silence  to  himself. 

"Oh,  noble,"  he  murmured.  "Oh,  gen- 
erous! It  is  too  much.  Too  splendid  a 
lot!" 

"What  does  it  say?" 

"Look,"  said  the  Sultan.  "The  United 
States  has  used  its  good  offices.  It  has 
intervened !  All  is  settled.  My  fate  is 
secure." 

"Yes,  yes,"  I  said.     "But  what  is  it?" 

"Is  it  believable?"  exclaimed  Abdul. 
"It  appears  that  none  of  the  belligerents 
cared  about  me  at  all.  None  had  designs 
upon  me.  The  war  was  not  made,  as  we 
understand,  Toomuch,  as  an  attempt  to 
seize  my  person.  All  they  wanted  was 
Constantinople.    Not  me  at  all !" 

"Powerful  Allah!"  murmured  Too- 
much.    "Why  was  it  not  so  said?" 

"For  me,"  said  the  Sultan,  still  con- 
sulting the  letter,  "great  honors  are  pre- 
pared !  I  am  to  leave  Constantinople — 
that  is  the  sole  condition.  It  shall  then 
belong  to  whoever  can  get  it.  Nothing 
could  be  fairer.  It  always  has.  I  am 
to  have  a  safe  conduct — is  it  not  noble? — 
to  the  United  States.  I'lo  one  is  to  at- 
tempt to  poison  me — is  it  not  generosity 
itself — neither  on  land — nor  even — mark 
this  especially,  Toomuch — on  board  ship. 
Nor  is  anyone  to  throw  me  overboard  or 
otherwise  transport  me  to  Paradise." 

"It  passes  belief!"  murmured  Toomuch 
Koffi.     "Allah  is  indeed  good." 

"In  the  United  States  itself,"  went  on 
Abdul,  "or,  I  should  isay,  themselves, 
Toomuch — for  are  they  not  innumerable? 
— I  am  to  have  a  position  of  the  highest 
trust,  power  and  responsibility." 

"Is  it  really  possible?"  I  said,  greatly 
surprised. 

"It  is  so  written,"  said  the  Sultan.  "I 
am  to  be  placed  at  the  head — as  the  sole 
head  or  sovereign  of — how  is  it  written? 
— a  Turkish  Bath  Establishment  in  New 
York.  There  I  am  to  enjoy  the  same 
freedom  and  to  exercise  just  as  much — 
it  is  so  written — exactly  as  much  political 
power  as  I  do  here.     Is  it  not  glorious?" 

"Allah!    Illallah!"  cried  the  Secretary. 

"You,  Toomuch,  shall  come  with  me, 
for  there  is  a  post  of  great  importance 
placed  at  my  disposal — so  it  is  written— 


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If  you  have  a  friend  at  the  front  he 
will  appreciate  a  Jaeger  Sleeping  Bag. 
Send  it  to  him  now  for  a  Xmas  Gift. 
An  undyed  Camel  Hair  Bianliet  wiil  also 
be  appreciated.  These  are  useful  gifts 
which  he  can  use  at  all  times  and  which 
will  give  him  warmth  and  comfort. 


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TORONTO  MONTREAL  WINNIPEG 

Incorporated    in    Enrjiand    in    1S8.^     icith 
British   Capital  for   the    Hritish    Empire. 


under  the  title  of  'Rubber  Down.'  Too- 
much,  let  our  preparations  be  made  at 
once.  Notify  Fatima  and  Falloola. 
Those  two  alone  shall  go.  For  it  ia  a 
Christian  country  and  I  bow  to  its  pre- 
.iudices.  Two,  I  understand,  is  the  limit. 
But  we  must  leave  at  once." 

The  Sultan  paused  a  moment  and  then 
looked  at  me. 

"And  our  good  friend  here,"  he  added, 
"we  must  leave  to  get  out  of  this  Yildiz 
Kiosk  by  whatsoever  magic  means  he 
came  into  it." 

Which  I  did. 

A  ND  I  am  assured  by  those  who  know 
■**■  that  the  intervention  was  made  good 
and  that  Abdul  and  Toomuch  may  be  seen 
to  this  day,  or  to  any  other  day,  moving 
to  and  fro  in  their  slippers  and  turbans 
in  their  Turkish  Bath  Emporium  at  the 
corner  of  Broadway  and 

But  stop,  that  would  be  saying  too 
much.  Especially  as  Fatima  and  Fal- 
loola occupy  the  upstairs. 

And  it  is  said  that  Abdul  has  developed 
a  very  special  talent  for  heating  up  the 
temperature  for  his  Christian  customers. 

Moreover,  it  is  the  general  opinion  that 
whether  or  not  the  Kaiser  and  such 
people  will  get  their  deserts,  Abdul  Aziz 
has  his. 


The  White  Comrade 

Continued  from  page  SI,. 

That  one  young  man  in  his  most  ardent 

youth 
So  loved  life,  felt  life,  understood  its  laws, 
So  took  pain  to  his  heart,  so  took  great 

love, 
And  knew  that  pain  and  love  are  always 

one. 
And  knew  that  death  can  be  lived  through 

to  life 
Till    he    commanded    death,    and    death 

obeyed. 

So  comes  the  Comrade  White,  down  silent 

pain. 
He  comes  to  woods  and  battlefields  to-day. 
(Sometimes  I  think  he  loves  the  woods  the 

best.) 
And  finds  free  souls  flung  skyward,  glad 

to  go. 
Among   the   lonely    and    the    pain-racked 

ones 
He  comes — not  death  at  all,  but  radiant 

life. 
Comes  in  the  eyes  of  Comrades,  lives  in 

hearts 
That  give  all,  taking  nothing  in  return. 
He  is  a  rumor  and  a  far  white  light. 
He  is  the  singing  bird,  the  children's  flute 
That  called  us  wooing  forth  to  give  our 

all. 
The  floating  glad  things  of  the  buoyant 

air. 
Young  earth's  warm  children,  music  and 

delight. 
Live  in  His  eyes;  those  deathless  azure 

eyes. 
That  smile  upon  the  moment  we  thought 

hard. 
And  turn  our  sacrifice  to  kindling  light. 
They    pass    through    radiant    gates    on 

whom  He  smiles. 


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to  cool,  but  do  not  scraiie-pr.n.  Wi  en  partially 
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enouKh  to  form  in  centres.  Place  small  pieces 
of  confectioners  dippintr  chocolate  over  hot 
water  until  melted.  Remove  and  drop  centres 
one  at  a  time  into  chocolate  and  place  on 
parafline  paper. 

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use  or  put  up  gift  boxes  foryour 
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recipes.  There  are  many  more  in 
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Desserts,  Salads,  and  a  wholesome, 
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granulated  sugar  and  boil  slowly  for  15  min- 
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and  color  with  the  pink  color.  Pour  into 
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water.  Let  stand  over  night;  turn  out  and 
cut  into  squares.  Roll  in  fine  granulated  or 
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Prospects  for  the  Future 
are  Brighter 


THE  world  lives  in  a  state  of  hope 
that  something  will  happen  to 
hasten  the  end  of  the  war,  a  hope 
that  flutters  up  into  high  expectations  on 
the  word  of  a  neutral  observer  or  the 
prediction  of  a  Balkan  statesman.    But  it 


to  $536,721000.  The  balance  of  trade  is, 
therefore,  still  very  satisfactory  despite 
the  increase  in  imports.  The  export  ex- 
pansion is  found  chiefly  under  the  heads 
of  agriculture  and  manufactures,  the  in- 
crease under  the  former  being  from  $11,- 
139,935  in  September,  1915,  to  $25,164,- 
034.  Exports  of  manufactures  in  Sep- 
tember increased  from  $9,244,974  to  $37,- 
801,177.  In  the  six  month  period  these 
exports  were,  agriculture,  $206,141,326, 
a  gain  of  $146,794,343,  and  manufactures, 
$190,823,240,  a  gain  of  $119,346,421.  Ex- 
ports of  forest  and  fishery  products  de- 
clined slightly  during  September. 

THERE  is  a  growing  feeling  of  opti- 
mism with  regard  to  the  future.  It 
has  been  felt  that  the  end  of  the  war 
would  usher  in  a  period  of  uncertainty  of 
shifting  conditions  impossible  to  gauge 
beforehand  on  any  standards  of  the  past. 
This  is  still  felt,  though  perhaps  in  lesser 
degree,  and  our  industrial  and  banking 
leaders  have  not  abated  a  jot  of  their 
insistence  upon  economy  in  the  present  j 


-New  York  American 


is  now  beginning  to  sink  into  the  minds  of 
all  citizens  of  the  British  Empire  that  a 
long  war  is  ahead.  We  still  talk  of  peace 
next  spring  or  a  cessation  of  hostilities 
next  August,  but  at  the  backs  of  our 
minds  we  know  that  it  may  take,  almost 
certainly  will  take,  longer  than  that  to 
beat  the  German  to  his  knees. 

This  means  one  thing  at  least  to  us  at 
home  here  in  Canada.  It  means  that  war 
orders  will  continue  and  that  industrial 
stability  can  be  counted  upon  for  another 
year  at  least.  The  feverish  industrial  ac- 
tivity of  the  present,  with  its  concomit- 
ants, high  wages  and  high  cost  of  living, 
will  continue.  This  seems  absolutely  as- 
sured. 

Each  successive  set  of  figures  that 
comes  through  tells  more  forcibly  the 
story  of  present  activity.  The  September 
trade  report  shows  that  for  the  first  six 
months  of  the  fiscal  year,  imports,  exclu- 
sive of  coin  and  bullion,  amounted  to 
$390,995,000,  an  increase  of  $177,402,000, 
while  exports  increased  from  $246,392,000 


The  Advance  of  the  British  Tanks 


and  serious  preparation  for  the  future. 
But  that  future  is  now  faced  with  a  little 
less  of  dread.    It  is  the  unexpected  which 


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has  the  most  serious  effect  on  business. 
The  war  was  unexpected  and  resulted  in 
a  most  complete  disorganization  of  in- 
dustry and  finance.  The  end  of  the  war 
can  be  carefully  prepared  for  and,  when 
it  comes,  adequate  provision  for  meeting 
the  new  conditions  will  have  been  made. 


Industrial  Bonds 

C  PEAKING  generally,  a  basis  for  a 
'^  comparison  of  industrial  bonds 
with  bonds  of  Governments,  muni- 
cipalities, and  those  of  public  utility  cor- 
porations, naturally  resolves  itself  into: 
— First,  security  of  principal,  and,  sec- 
ondly, security  of  interest.  The  most  ar- 
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The  Great  Advance 

not,  according  to  The  Financial  Post,  go 
so  far  as  to  state  that  as  a  whole,  indus- 
trial bonds  provide  the  same  degree  of 
security  as  a  high  grade  Government  or 
municipal.  A  greater  degree  of  care 
must  necessarily  be  exercised  in  the  se- 
lection of  industrials,  but  it  is  purely  a 
matter  of  degree;  the  investor  in  muni- 
cipals should  use  at  least  ordinary  busi- 
ness judgment  although  he  is  apt  to  be 
lulled  into  a  false  sense  of  securitv  by 
repeated  statements  that  no  loss  of  either 
principal  or  interest  has  ever  been  suf- 
fered by  an  investor  in  Canadian  muni- 
cipals. 

The  investor  in  industrial  bonds  will 
demand  a  larger  "margin  of  security" 
in  his  investment — and  rightly  so — than 
he  will  look  for  in  the  more  favored 
class  of  securities.  The  larger  earning 
power  back  of  industrials  as  compared 
with  that  of  public  utilities  or  railroads 
— based  more  especially  on  a  comparison 
of  bonded  indebtedness — gives  the  re- 
quired security  as  to  principal,  on  top 
of  which  Mr.  Industrial  Bond  Investor 
enjoys  an  income  one  or  two  per  cent, 
gfreater  than  the  investor  in  either  mun- 
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DOMINION  OF  CANADA  DEBENTURE  STOCK 

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per  annum  from  the  date  of  purchase. 

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in  a  period  of  high  money  rates  or  un- 
der such  conditions  as  the  present  when 
the  constantly  increasing  cost  of  living 
demands  a  larger  return  on  capital. 

It  is  natural  in  a  period  of  unsettled 
business  conditions  such  as  followed  the 
outbreak  of  the  war,  that  investment 
funds  found  their  way  in  gradually  in- 
creasing volume  into  Government  and 
municipal  bonds.  At  such  a  time,  not 
only  the  habitual  "municipal"  buyers,  but 
also  the  "industrial"  investors,  will  be 
found  buying  the  same  class  of  security. 
But  the  industrial  bond  will  come — and 
is  coming — into  its  own  again.  Slowly 
but  surely  the  investing  public  is  awak- 
ening to  a  realization  of  the  unprecedent- 
ed earning  power  and  underlying  strength 
of  our  industrial  securities. 


Education  Needed 

'TpHE  great  need  in  insurance  to-day  is 
-^  for  more  education — more  education 
for  both  the  insurance  man  and  for  the 
public.  The  insurance  man,  the  solicitor, 
has  created  difficulties  for  himself  by  this 
lack  of  education;  or  rather,  the  system 
on  which  insurance  has  been  sought  has 
resulted  in  difficulties.  Too  many  men 
utterly  unfitted  to  sell  insurance  have 
been  allowed  to  try  it.  With  jumbles  of 
figures  in  their  heads  and  persistency  and 
volubility  as  their  sole  stock  in  trade, 
they  have  been  turned  loose  with  orders 
to  sell.  The  public  has  seen  so  much  of 
the  untrained,  unscientific  salesman  that 
insurance  men  have  become  feared.  The 
average  man  dodges  around  a  corner 
when  he  sees  an  insurance  man  coming. 
Plenty  of  men  who  need  the  protection 
of  insurance  badly  have  not  taken  any 
on,  solely  through  the  tendency  to  dodge 
the  issue. 

Every  man  needs  insurance  and  the  ten- 
dency to  dodge  is  illogical  and  unreason- 
able, but  in  no  small  degree  it  is  due 
to  the  fact  that  the  insurance  companies 
have  not  been  sufficiently  discriminating 
ir  their  cultivation  of  the  field.  Had  they 
pelected  their  salesmen  more  carefully 
and  trained  them  more  thoroughly,  the 
public  would  not  have  learned  to  shrink 
from  insurance.  If  only  trained  sales- 
men had  been  selling  insurance  from  the 
start,  there  would  not  be  the  present  dif- 
ficulties to  face.  The  attitude  of  the  pros- 
pect would  be  more  sensible  and  business- 
like. 

And  there  is  great  need  for  education 
of  the  public  on  the  score  of  insurance. 
It  has  become  one  of  the  essential  fea- 
tures of  modern  life.  The  taking  of  risks 
in  business  or  in  any  phase  of  private 
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hardy, for  to-day  it  is  possible  to  get  in- 
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his  life,  his  health,  his  wife,  his  children, 
his  house,  and  furniture,  his  business,  his 
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The  Loose  Leaf  Binder 
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IpIVE    years   ago    the   British    QoTernmeiit 

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risk  under  the  sun.  The  ramifications  of 
insurance  are  so  many  that  the  average 
man  is  a  little  dazed  by  it  all.  He  does 
not  attempt  to  understand  it;  and  so 
probably  fails  to  get  as  much  benefit  from 
insurance  as  he  might.  In  every  com- 
munity there  are  business  men  operating 
with  so  frail  an  anchor  to  leeward  in  the 
shape  of  insurance  that  any  unexpected 
squall  would  bring  about  a  total  wreck. 
Also  there  are  scores  of  men  in  every 
community,  with  families  to  look  after, 
carrying  not  one  cent  of  insurance,  either 
life  or  accident.  This  is  sheer  ignorance. 
They  do  not  understand  insurance  or  they 
would  not  so  foolishly  risk  every  thing  in 
this  foolhardy  way. 

And  so  the  great  need  to-day  is  for 
education^education  to  work  both  ways. 
The  large  companies  are  doing  splendid 
work  along  this  line,  advertising,  issuing 
booklets  that  explain  the  great  principles 
behind  insurance,  approaching  the  pub- 
lic in  various  ways  and  driving  home  the 
lesson.  But  there  is  still  a  great  deal  to 
be  done.  The  day  must  come  when  every 
man  will  understand  insurance  thorough- 
ly; for  not  until  then  will  the  disastrous 
consequences  of  laxness  and  ignorance  be 
entirely  overcome. 

How  Strong  are  the 
Germans  ? 

SINCE  the  battle  of  the  Marne,  the  opin- 
ion has  been  expressed  rather  generally 
that  this  is  a  war  of  attrition,  that  the  Cen- 
tral Empires  are  to  be  defeated  by  the  wear- 
ing down  of  their  resources  in  men  and  mun- 
itions. This  makes  the  estimate  of  "effec- 
tives" the  prime  consideration  of  all  military 
forecasts.  How  many  soldiers  are  left  in 
Hindenburg's  command?  Arthur  Bullard, 
who  has  been  in  Europe  during  the  past  year 
studying  the  situation  sends  the  following 
correspondence  to  The  Outlook. 

From  the  military  point  of  view,  the  enigma 
of  the  third  year  of  war  is  the  problem  of 
"effectives." 

But  the  beginning  of  the  third  year  of  war 
saw  the  lines  about  the  Central  Empires  fair- 
ly complete.  And  the  minimum  demand  on 
the  Germanic  General  Staff  was  to  hold  this 
encircling  line. 

Back  of  their  fighting  lines  they  were  cer- 
tainly hard  at  work  whipping  reserves  into 
shape.  How  large  was  this  new  army  they , 
were  mustering?  To  come  under  the  word 
"effectives" — to  be  more  than  a  "mob" — it 
would  have  to  be  fully  organized,  properly 
drilled  and  officered,  fully  equipped  with  all 
the  intricate  machinery  of  modern  warfare, 
and  fully  supplied  with  base  factories  for  its 
steady  and  ample  munitionment.  Such  a 
new  army,  formed  behind  the  fighting  lines 
and  not  needed  for  the  routine  work  of  their 
defense,  would  be  technically  described  as 
"Strategic  Reserve"  or  the  "Mass  of  Manoe- 
uver." 

The  German  soldiers  actually  under  fire 
on  the  Somme  front,  for  instance,  are  of 
course  backed  by  "tactical  reserves,"  ten  to 
twenty  miles  in  their  rear.  But  these  troops 
are  held — or  "hooked  up,"  in  the  picturesque 
French  terminology.  They  are  more  than 
busy  where  they  are.  They  cannot  be  used 
for  strategic  manoeuvre.  The  future  of  the 
war  depends — more  than  on  any  other  con- 
sideration— on  the  strength  of  this  strategic 
reserve  which  has  been  silently  forming  in 
the  interior  of  Germany  during  the  recent 
months.  What  is  the  bulk  of  the  Mass  of 
Manoeuvre  which  Hindenburg  will  be  able  to' 
throw  into   the  campaign   before   Christmas? 

Before  New  Year's  Day  we  shall  know  the. 
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Ovcs  he  will  attempt,  will  be  determin- 
1  by  the  size  of  his  strategic  reserve. 
his  new  manoeuvring  army  is  well 
■er  a  million,  he  will  do  this.  If  it  is 
3S  than  a  quarter  of  a  million,  he  will 
that.  If  it  is  somewhere  between 
ese  figures,  he  will  do  the  other. 
It  is  necessary  to  emphasize  the  point 
at  strategic  reserve  means  the  sur- 
us  over  and  above  what  is  required  to 
lintain  the  defence  on  the  existing 
onts.  The  enemy  must  everywhere 
held  and  the  wastage  he  causes  must 
steadily  replaced.  The  effectives 
t  after  these  minimum  requirements 
e  met  constitute  the  mass  of 
inoeuvre. 

The  entrance  of  Roumania  into  the 
ir  has  decreased  the  choices  before 
e  general  staffs  of  the  Central  Em- 
res,  as  they  debate  what  to  do  with 
eir  strategic  reserve.  First  of  all,  it 
s  lengthened  the  front  to  be  defend- 
This  will  "hook  up" — remove  from 
mass  of  manoeuvre  —  at  least  a 
arter  of  a  million  men. 
So  this  is  a  minimum.  If  the  strate- 
reserves  of  the  Central  Empires 
too  small,  they  will  be  unable  to 
Tie  to  the  relief  or  Bulgaria.  The 
librium  in  the  near  east  will  be 
Snitely  broken.  If  we  see  the  Rus- 
ns  in  Sofia  by  Christmas  it  will  sure- 
indicate  that  Hindenburg's  effectives 
!  evhausted.  The  end  will  be  in  sight. 
Jut  now  consider  the  other  extreme 
he  maximum.  If,  after  detaching 
DUgh  of  their  mass  of  manoeuvre  to 
■establish  the  equilibrium  in  the  near 
It — say  300,000  men — the  high  com- 
nd  of  the  Central  Empires  can  dis- 
ie  of  a  strategic  reserve  of  a  million 
more,  they  will  surely  attack  on  the 
stern  front. 

t  is  just  as  true  to-day  as  when  they 
tan  their  march  through  Belgium 
it  the  Germans  must  destroy  the 
ench  armies  before  they  can  hope  for 
unqualified  victory.  Now  that  Great 
itain  has  had  time  to  organize,  the 
itruction  of  France  would  be  only  a 
it  step,  but  it  remains — and  always 
1  remain —  the  sine  qua  non  of  com- 
te  triumph. 

?he  Germans  will  surely  attempt  it 
lin  if  they  think  they  have  a  fighting 
nee.  It  is  inherent  in  the  European 
lation.  While  the  Germans  may  be 
ned  on  any  front,  they  can  triumph 
y  on  the  French  front.  If  they 
ve  the  British  into  the  Channel  and 
French  still  held,  it  would  be  glori- 
but  not  decisive.  As  long  as  they 
e  for  victory  they  will  dream  of  a 
cessful  attack  on  France.  In  the 
t  they  have  not  erred  on  the  side  of 
ue  caution.  If  they  see  a  gambling 
nee  of  smashing  France,  they  will 
e  it. 

he  six  months'  battle  before  Verdun 
ss  us  a  base  for  reckoning  their 
nces.  The  Crown  Prince  had  at  his 
losal  approximately  half  a  million 
1  for  this  attempt.  They  were  ut- 
y  defeated,  but  they  came  within  an 
of  large  success.  It  is  idle  to  spe- 
te  on  what  would  have  happened  if 
r  had  broken  the  French  line.  At 
very  least  it  would  have  been  a 
re  blow  to  the  Entente. 
ut  that  campaign  must  have  per- 
ied  the  Germans  that  they  have  no 
ice  of  smashing  France  with  half 
illion  men.  Their  army  before  Ver- 
was  as  lavishly  equipped  as  any  of 
r  future  reserves  can  be,  and  the 
l?h  have  strengthened,  continually 
Strengthening,  their  artillery. 
ut  with  a  force  twice  as  powerful 
situation  would  be  different.  If 
Germans  could  make  two  simultane- 
drives — each  as  formidable  as  that 
^^erdun  —  one  on  the  Champagne 
t,  one  near  Nancy,  the  odds  against 
1  would  certainly  be  no  worse  than 
e  they  have  often  accepted  be- 
.  Every  German  general  and  of- 
■    would    prefer    such    a    campaign 


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to  any  other.  The  only  consideration  which 
will  keep  them  from  the  attempt  is  the  know- 
ledge that  their  mass  of  manoeuvre  is  too 
small.  If  there  is  no  new  and  more  power- 
ful German  assault  on  the  French  lines  be- 
fore Christmas,  we  may  be  sure  that  their 
strategic  reserves  are  less  than  a  million. 

Obviously  it  would  be  easier  for  the  Anglo- 
French  forces  to  reconquer  Belgium  than 
Servia.  Short  lines  of  communication  are  of 
immense  importance.  It  is  far  easier  to  pro- 
vision the  large  British  army  in  Flanders 
than  their  relatively  small  force  at  Salonika. 
But  of  more  importance  is  the  political  con- 
sideration that  it  is  easier  for  the  French  and 
British  Governments  to  keep  up  the  war  ardor 
of  their  people  for  campaigns  near  at  home 
than  for  distant  expeditions  in  the  Balkans. 
German  gains  in  the  east  can  be  more  easily 
held  than  in  the  west. 

There  is  an  immense  popular  sentiment 
throughout  the  Central  Empires  which  push- 
es towards  the  Orient — the  Drang  nach  Osten. 
If  the  process  of  attrition  has  worn  down  the 
Teuton  effectives  to  the  point  which  excludes 
not  only  the  hope  of  victory,  but  also  the 
hope  of  holding  all  their  conquests,  they  will 
disgorge  in  the  west  rather  than  in  the  east. 

So  it  is  probable  that  Hindenburg  is  plan- 
ning to  throw  whatever  mass  of  manoeuvre  he 
can  muster  against  Russia  to  expand  and 
consolidate  the  conquests  in  the  near  east. 

For  months  now  Hindenburg's  forces  have 
been  holding  the  armies  of  Brusiloff  in  prac- 
tical equilibrium.  If  Hindenburg  were  able 
to  concentrate  half  a  million  men  south  of 
Lemberg,  he  could  overcome  the  equilibrium 
and  have  a  fair  fighting  chance  of  breaking 
through. 

Certainly  the  high  command  of  the  Entente 
has  forseen  this  probable  attack  and  has 
actively  prepared  against  it.  We  have  no 
reliable  information  on  the  strength  of  the 
armies  of  Brusiloff.  He  may  have  at  his 
disposal  forces  sufficient  to  maintain  the  of- 
fensive; but  with  any  mass  of  manoeuvre  too 
small  to  threaten  France  the  campaign  down 
the  Pruth  offers  the  Central  Empires  more 
profit  than  any  other. 

So,  as  soon  as  the  next  German  move  de- 
velops, we  can  estimate  their  strategic  re- 
serves with  considerably  accuracy.  If  in  the 
next  few  months  they  do  not  launch  new  and 
more  stupendous  attacks  on  France,  it  will  be 
because  they  cannot  muster  a  mass  of  manceu- 
vre  largo  enough  to  give  them  any  hope.  It 
will  mean  that  their  effective  reserves  are  less 
than  a  million.  If,  on  the  other  hand,  they 
do  not  speedily  come  to  the  relief  of  Bul- 
garia, it  will  mean  that  their  reserves  are 
entirely  exhausted. 

If  their  attack  falls  on  the  southern  end  of 
the  Russian  line  and  makes  any  considerable 
progress,  it  will  indicate  that  Hindenburg  has 
found  a  new  army  of  from  four  to  seven 
hundred  thousand  men. 

If  he  reaches  the  Black  Sea,  so  cutting  off 
Roumania  from  Ru.ssia,  or  if  he  succeeds  in 
any  similarly  ambitious  project,  it  will  indi- 
cate the  large  figure.  If  he  barely  re-estab- 
lishes an  equilibrium  in  the  near  east  and  suc- 
ceeds only  in  keeping  the  Russians  too  busy 
at  home  to  invade  Bulgaria,  it  will  indicate  a 
strategic  reserve  of  less  than  half  a  million. 


Peaches  and  Lemons 

Continued  from  page  12. 

AFTER  the  financial  question,  which 
is  at  a  modest  estimate  three-quarters 
of  the  whole  trouble,  is  solved,  Parlia- 
ment will  probably  get  round  to  questions 
like  woman  suflFrage,  knighthood  and 
bilingual  schools.  Woman  suffrage  is 
bound  to  come,  if  only  not  to  complicate 
the  federal  franchise  which  takes  the 
provincial  voters  lists  as  its  ground 
work.  As  the  Western  provinces  are 
adopting  woman  suffrage  it  is  easier  for 
the  Dominion  Government  to  accept  the 
accomplished  fact  than  to  make  a  separ- 
ate federal  franchise  which  will  bar  the 


women  out.  How  woman  suffrage  wi 
work  out  is  a  moot  question.  The  worl 
will  probably  be  no  worse  for  it — and  ii 
better.  I  am  not  of  those  who  believe  thi 
the  angels  are  all  of  one  sex.  On  genen 
principles  I  am  disposed  to  agree  wit 
Mr.  Kipling,  who  declares  that  the  fema' 
of  the  species  is  more  deadly  than  the  mal 
However,  let  us  hope  for  the  best.  Woma 
having  won  man's  right  to  vote  may  ev€ 
assume  some  of  his  duties — such  as  givin 
up  one's  seat  in  the  street  car. 

I  feel  convinced  that  one  political  pari 
or  the  other,  having  outgrown  or  burie 
its  embarrassments,  will  come  out  with 
policy  of  no  more  knighthoods  or  few( 
for  Canada — that  is  to  say,  no  denationa 
izing  our  public  men  with  baubles  fro: 
Downing  Street,  no  interfering  with  tl 
democratic  spirit  whi(!h  is  at  the  root  < 
this  country's  welfare.  There  are  U 
many  knights  in  Canada  now.  One  cs 
hardly  put  foot  outdoors  without  trippir 
over  them.  Presently  somebody  will  hai 
the  courage  to  say  so.    But  not  just  noi 

ANOTHER  thing  that  will  be  setth 
is  the  bilingual  question.  This  que 
tion  has  always  been  regarded  as  the  pri: 
lemon  of  Canadian  politics,  but  handli 
with  real  courage  it  may  become  tl 
goldenest  peach  in  the  whole  orchard  ai 
make  a  reputation  for  some  statesmi 
more  imperishable  than  brass.  Settlii 
it  and  settling  it  right  is  a  very  simp 
matter.  Just  now  the  question  is  bed 
villed  by  Ontario  bigots  at  one  end  ai 
ultramontane  bigots  at  the  other, 
double-faced  politicians  who  say  one  thii 
in  Quebec  and  another  in  Ontario, 
tricky  demagogues  who  play  on  the  igne 
ance  of  the  two  provinces  each  of 
other's  language,  by  selfish  agitators  wj 
thrive  on  mutual  misunderstandings  a| 
race  jealousies. 

What  about  it?  Well,  the  first  thi 
to  do  is  to  dwell  on  the  likeness  betw 
the  French  and  the  English  languag^ 
likeness  anyone  will  admit  whohas  stucfl 
them  even  superficially.  The  Norman  j 
fiuence  broods  over  us  yet — nobody  B 
been  able  to  agitate  it  out  of  our  parts 
speech.  Go  back  to  Chaucer's  time  a 
the  King's  English  is  very  much  like  i 
King's  French,  as  one  may  see  by  pelj 
ing  some  of  the  old  edicts.  Our  langvU 
is  English  bone  and  French  sinew,  i 
this  common  ground  we  may  argue  it  6 
What  is  the  solution  then?  Here  is  .1 
idea  of  it.  Amend  the  British  No) 
America  Act — take  education  away  fP 
the  provinces — hand  it  over  to  the  Don» 
ion — let  there  be  a  system  of  natio) 
schools.  Let  English  be  made  a  comp 
.sory  subject  in  the  national  schools 
Quebec  and  French  a  compulsory  subj 
in  the  national  schools  throughout 
rest  of  Canada.  So  will  our  children  hJ 
two  languages  with  which  to  fight 
battle  of  life,  two  instruments  — "''  wh 
to  handle  the  polylingual  trade  arran 
ments  arising  out  of  the  war,  two  gl 
literatures  with  which  to  enrich 
minds  and  invite  their  souls.  More 
it  will  be  the  making  of  Canada, 
each  man  understands  what  the 
man  is  saying  fear  will  disappear. 
But  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  may 
launch    this   happy   thought,   nor   H«l 


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Bourassa,  nor  Armand  Lavergne,  nor 
Paul  Lamarche.  It  must  come  from  the 
English-speaking  majority.  Where  is  this 
brave  man?    Let  him  step  forward. 


Bilingualism 

Continued  from  page  37. 

ment  among  experts  that  a  second  langu- 
age, far  from  being  an  impediment  to  in- 
tellectual progress,  is  really  an  advantage. 
The  study  of  French  and  Latin  by  child- 
ren in  the  best  primary  schools  of  Eng- 
land and  their  study  in  our  own  secondary 
schools  is  based  on  the  pedagogic  prin- 
ciple that  all  things  are  understood  only 
by  comparison.  It  is  contended  by  cer- 
tain Mennonites  of  Southern  Manitoba 
that  their  children  at  the  age  of  sixteen 
are  more  proficient  in  English  because 
they  have  studied  German,  and  have  also 
profited  in  general  intellectual  develop- 
ment, quite  aside  from  the  utilitarian  ad- 
vantage of  a  second  language.  And  it 
stands  to  reason  that,  just  as  travel  in  the 
study  of  natural  sciences  brightens  a 
child's  intelligence  since  he  is  able  to  con- 
trast one  set  of  phenomena  with  another, 
so  in  the  study  of  language  bilingual 
training  may  become  of  great  benefit  if 
properly  conducted. 

'T'HIS  leads  us  to  the  real  crux  of  the 
■•■  question.  Granted  two  languages  are 
an  advantage  if  well  taught,  is  it  possible 
to  have  them  well  taught  in  our  public 
schools?  In  other  words  can  a  sufficient 
supply  of  capable  teachers  be  secured? 
It  must  be  admitted  that  the  available 
supply  is  quite  inadequate.  The  ordinary 
primary  schools  of  Ontario  and  the  West 
teach  only  one  language.  Our  secondary 
schools  undertake  to  teach  French  and 
German  but  the  sound  of  any  of  their 
pupils  from  English-speaking  homes  dis- 
coursing readily  in  any  other  language 
than  English  would  astonish  our  ears. 
Even  our  University  graduates  who 
specialize  in  modern  languages  are  often 
surprisingly  weak  in  this  respect.  In  the 
Union  Point  dispute  in  Manitoba  and 
later  in  the  Springer  dispute  in  Northern 
Ontario  the  difficulty  arose  from  the  as- 
sumption on  the  part  of  the  authorities 
that  a  teacher  who  had  studied  French  in 
the  ordinary  way  in  a  university  in  one 
case  and  in  a  ladies'  college  in  another, 
was  therefore  capable  of  conducting  a 
school  in  a  French  district,  an  assumption 
angrily  combated  by  a  section  of  the 
residents. 

Nor  are  the  bilingual  training-schools 
for  teachers  conspicuous  for  efficiency. 
The  Ruthenian  training-school  at  Brand- 
on, and  the  Polish  training-school  at  Win- 
nipeg undertook  in  three  years  to  make 
competent  teachers  out  of  young  men 
often  quite  ignorant  of  the  English  lan- 
guage or  Canadian  ideals  and  history. 
Occasionally  they  suceeded;  usually  they 
turned  out  nothing  better  than  stop-gaps. 
The  French  training-school  at  St.  Boni- 
face and  those  of  Ontario  have  not  been 
able  to  require  a  high  standard  of  scholar- 
ship. Special  leniency  has  always  been 
shown  to  the  teachers  in  training.  It  is 
clear  that  more  language  fervor  must  be 


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French  if  bilingual  schools  are  to  deserve 
a  place  in  our  system.  If  half  the  energy 
used  to  fan  the  flames  of  agitation  could 
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TTOWEVER,  before  the  solution  can  be 
^  -*■  reached,  certain  current  fallacies 
must  be  abandoned.  One  has  already 
been  dealt  with,  namely  that  bilingual 
schools  are  necessarily  inefficient.  An- 
other is  that  for  which  Dr.  Merchant 
argued.  He  contended  that  for  non-Eng- 
lish-speaking children  the  best  results  are 
obtained  "where  the  medium  of  instruc- 
tion is  in  the  beginning  the  mother 
tongue."  If  Dr.  Merchant  wishes  to  learn 
Italian  most  rapidly  and  effectively  he 
leaves  all  English-speaking  friends  at 
home  goes  to  Italy  and  hears  and  speaks 
nothing  but  Italian.  What  is  true  of 
adults  is  doubly  true  of  children.  They 
will  pick  up  a  new  language  in  an  amaz- 
ingly short  time  if  they  hear  nothing  else 
in  school  hours.  In  a  week  they  will  have  a 
considerable  vocabulary;  in  a  few  months 
they  have  learned  to  speak  and  think  in 
the  new  language.  The  experience  of  Miss 
Francis  L.  Ormond,  of  Portage  la  Prairie, 
as  reported  last  fall  in  Dr.  Thornton's 
investigation  in  Manitoba,  has  been  re- 
peated over  and  over  again  in  various 
parts  of  the  Dominion.  In  her  room  were 
39  Ruthenians,  5  Austrians,  3  Germans, 
5  Poles,  2  French  half-breeds  and  2  Can- 
adians. "The  57  children  in  this  class  are 
all  in  grade  I.  Those  who  have  attended 
regularly  from  Easter  (that  is  for  six 
months)  can  now  form  sentences  correct- 
ly and  readily."  The  Mennonites  in  Mani- 
toba in  places  have  adopted  the  best  sys- 
tem of  securing  efficient  training  in  the 
two  languages.  From  the  day  the  child 
enters  school  he  hears  English  in  the  class 
room.  An  hour  or  so  each  day  is  reserved 
for  instruction  in  his  native  tongue.  Thus 
the  pupil  learns  to  think  in  both  languages 
and  the  division  of  time  enables  the  teach- 
ers to  keep  the  two  languages  on  a  basis 
of  equality.  That  is  a  scientific  method, 
though  doubtless  too  heroic  for  many 
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the  wider  issues  involved  in  such  a  ques- 
tion. Our  great  Canadian  problems  are 
the  assimilation  of  immigrants  and  the 
maintenance  of  a  spirit  of  good  fellowr- 
ship  between  those  of  different  races  and 
religions.  We  cannot  afford  to  have  a  sec- 
ond Irish  question  on  our  hands.  We  must 
endeavor  to  avoid  antagonizing  any  min- 
ority. However,  it  is  clearly  unwise  as  a 
general  policy  to  allow  newcomers  to  sep- 
arate themselves  in  the  schools.  Conse- 
quently bilingual  schools  for  Ruthenians 
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tune even  were  it  possible  to  secure  an 
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With  our  French  compatriots  the  situa- 
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migrate  to  Ontario  or  the  West  they  must 
be  prepared  to  submit  to  the  laws  govern- 
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the  very  spirit  of  Confederation  and  the 
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ing to  learn  English  thoroughly  in  their 
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portunity in  the  faces  of  their  children. 
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at  any  rate  in  Ontario  and  perhaps  also  in 
Manitoba,  cannot  in  wisdom  be  denied 
those  who  desire  it  and  are  prepared  to 
bend  every  effort  to  secure  teachers  truly 
bilingual.  In  this  effort  English-speaking 
patriots  who  look  to  a  United  Canada  can 
greatly  assist  by  co-operation  and  greater 
attention  to  French  in  the  secondary 
schools  and  universities.  Above  all  we 
must  look  more  to  the  present  and  future 
and  less  to  the  past. 

The  publication  of  the  papal  encyclical 
and  the  announcement  of  the  decision  of 
the  Privy  Council  on  the  Ottawa  School 
Case  have  come  with  this  article  already 
on  the  press.  As  a  result  the  air  is  consid- 
erably cleared.  Each  concedes,  what  the 
article  has  taken  for  granted,  the  legal 
right  of  the  province  to  regulate  the 
teaching  of  language  in  the  public  and 
separate  schools.  That  is  something. 
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questions,  moral,  educational  and  admin- 
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gard what  any  section  of  the  people  re- 
gard as  its  natural  right? 

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regulation  which  is  couched  in  less  ob- 
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Ottaioa  School  Commission,  can  it  pro- 
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so  useful  in  Alberta  and  more  recently  in 
Manitoba?  These  are  matters  which  de- 
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knew  he  knew  about  this  thing  and  I 
figured  it  out  for  myself  as  you  were 
doing  a  little  scouting  on  your  own  on 
the  off  chance  of  having  the  laugh  on  'em. 
And  by  golly,  you've  got  it  on  'em  pro- 
per! It's  a  medal  for  your's  and  I'd  like 
to  pin  it  on  you  myself.     Shake." 

Macklin  shook— limply. 

"A  1 — leather  medal  for  mine!"  he  ven- 
ti  red  with  the  sickly  smile  of  one  who 
feels  his  way  without  undue  enthusiasm 
in  the  process. 

r^  RANSTON  laughed  approval  of  what 
^^  he  evidently  considered  a  young  man's 
modesty. 

"Not  for  a  minute!  Gold  an'  silver  an' 
precious  stones  for  yours!  It  was  great, 
I  tell  you!"  He  fastened  an  admiring 
eye  upon  the  black-and-blue  lump  which 
lent  to  the  other's  forehead  the  bulge  of 
exceptional  brain-power.  "Some  scrap, 
eh" 

"Some  scrap,"  echoed  Macklin  tone- 
lessly.  He  felt  his  forehead  gingerly. 
"It — it's — sore,"  he  announced  foolishly. 
(What  was  it  again  Pomeroy  had  told 
him?) 

"I'll  bet  it  is,"  chuckled  Cranston. 
"An'  one  o'  them  Norwegians  has  got  a 
swell  sore  nose;  his  brother's  bitten  a 
chunk  out  o'  his  tongue;  even  the  big 
duffer's  got  a  pair  o'  prize  eyes;  you  got 

it  in  the  headlight  an'  him ."       He 

jerked    his   head    toward   the   tank . 

"Well,  say,  he's  iust  naturally  wrecked 
from  engine  to  caboose!  Some  scrap,  be- 
lieve me,  kid!" 

Macklin  said  nothing — merely  stared, 
uncomprehending,  while  the  detective 
rattled  on  in  genial  mood: 

"Halldorson's  told  me  all  about  it.  Pom 
must've  been  some  desperate,  'cordin'  to 
all  accounts.  Son-of-a-gun  had  reason  to 
be.  He's  'bout  as  slick  as  they  get,  but  I 
wouldn't  've  give  him  credit  for  bein'  so 
handy  with  his  dukes.  Glad  to  see  you 
were  Johnny-Wise  to  him,  too,  an'  had 
sense  enough  to  freeze  right  to  him  all 
night  after  you  did  locate  him.  I  tell  you, 
Macklin,  you've  done  the  Old  Man  a  ser- 
vice to-night  he  ain't  likely  to  forgit  in  a 
hurry.    Politics  mixed  up  in  it,  you  know." 

"I — I  want  to  do  what's  right,  Mr. 
Cranston,"  Macklin  managed  to  murmur. 

"Sure  you  do.  An'  'nother  thing  I  like 
'bout  the  way  you've  handled  this  thing 
is  you  had  sense  enough  to  keep  your 
mouth  shut  an'  stall  off  them  foreigners. 
They  don't  know  the  reason  we  was  after 
our  friend  over  there  an'  it  ain't  none  o' 
their  business.  That  discretion  o'  your's 
is  goin'  to  please  the  Old  Man  more'n  a 
little,  believe  me." 

Cranston  winked. 

"You're  savin'  the  envelope  to  hand  to 
him  yourself  in  person,  eh?  Nothin'  very 
remarkable  'bout  me  divinin'  that, 
though ;  for  it's  exactly  what  I'd  do  my- 
self if  I  was  in  your  place.  I  ain't  want- 
in'  to  butt  in  on  that  end  of  it,  Macklin. 
The  credit  of  this  whole  thing  belongs  to 
you  an'  I'll  see  that  it's  comin'  to  you. 
That's  the  kind  o'  man  I  am." 

1_T  E  held  up  his  hand  for  silence — 
■*■  -*■  though  Macklin  couldn't  have  said 
a  word  if  he'd  been  paid  for  it — and 
listened  to  a  low  rumble  that  was  grow- 


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over  behind  the  rock  ridges  westward. 
There  he  comes  now,"  he  resumed, 
e  come  up  behind  Number  1  last  night, 
ibbed  the  engine  up  at  Wardlow  an'  's 

inin'  back  light.    He ."    Cranston's 

e  grew  suddenly  grave.  "Say,"  he  said 
nkly,  "I  wonder  if  that  son-of-a-gun 
— !  Here,  let  me  see  that  envelope  for 
second,  Macklin!"  he  commanded 
rply.     "Jumpin'   Jupiter!      If   Pome- 

s  gone  an' !     Quick,  let's  have  a 

■c!  I'll  give  it  right  back  to  you." 
le  held  out  his  hand  for  it  and  there 
3  a  concern  in  his  manner  that  he  took 
pains  to  conceal.  Startled,  Macklin 
mechanically  unbuttoned  his  coat 
ore  he  remembered.  He  hesitated, 
hing  with  embarrassment  which  the 
ective  did  not  see  for  the  reason  that 
was  already  picking  the  packet  from 
inner  pocket  of  Macklin's  coat.  He 
I  it  in  his  hands  before  its  custodian 
Id  utter  a  word  of  protest. 
>ne  glance  at  the  red  seals  and  Cran- 
1  returned  it  with  a  laugh  of  relief. 
Y'aint  never  sure  where  you're  at 
;n  you're  dealin'  with  the  likes  o' 
ghey  Pomeroy!"  he  explained.  "I 
ught  mebbe  he'd  tampered  with  it  be- 
i  you  searched  him." 
he  corners  of  Macklin's  mouth  rose  in 
eak  grin.  He  found  himself  nodding 
head  entirely  without  volition,  and 
m  the  vacuity  of  his  stare  Cranston 
je  to  pluck  a  bouquet  of  silent  admira- 
,  boyish  admiration  of  his  ability. 

OR  Cranston  was  very  well  pleased 
with  himself,  with  Macklin,  with  the 
elope.  Pomeroy's  defiance  had  wor- 
I  him  not  a  little  until  he  had  figured 
t  Macklin  must  have  the  packet.  The 
had  done  well  and  the  detective  ment- 
resolved  to  see  that  the  President 
rd  of  it.  Men  who  knew  how  to  keep 
lose  mouth  like  this  were  scarce — and 
aable.      The   Chief  couldn't  come   too 


E  was  coming.  The  rumble  of  the 
special  was  loud  in  their  ears  by  this 
e.  The  smoke  of  the  locomotive  could 
seen  now  and  presently  the  engine 
nded  into  sight  through  the  rock-cut, 
the  track.  A  moment  later  it  had 
imed  in  and  Cranston  hurried  forward 
meet  a  thick-set,  powerfully  built  man 
a  gray  tweed  suit — a  gentleman  who 
ing  to  the  ground  while  the  whee's 
e  yet  revolving  and  whom  Macklin 
!W  at  once  must  be  the  President. 
!'hey  did  not  talk  long,  but  were  mak- 

for  where  he  stood  before  the  be- 
dered  youngster  had  been  able  to  make 
his  mind  to  anything  more  definite 
n  that  he  liked  Cranston's  genial  cock- 
eness.  There  was  a  solidity  about  the 
ective  that  would  not  be  denied.  One 
ck  look  into  the  piercing  eyes  which 
ring  turned  upon  him  from  beneath 
zzled  brows  as  the  two  approached  and 
cklin  stepped  forward  eagerly. 
''or  the  Fates  were  testing  Macklin — 
re  giving  him  his  chance.  And  he  pro- 
ded  to  do  the  one  thing  they  asked  of 
1. 

11  believe  this  belongs  to  you,  sir,"  he 
|;an  as  soon  as  Cranston  had  introduced 


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it  to  its  rightful  owner." 

He  extended  the  envelope  as  he  spoke 
and  if  he  had  not  fully  appreciated  the 
matter  as  one  of  grave  importance  War- 
ing's  subdued  excitement  now  must  have 
convinced  him. 

Without  a  word  the  President  snatched 
the  packet  from  his  hand,  ripped  it  open 
at  one  end  and  hurriedly  thumbed  over 
the  papers  it  contained,  every  line  in  his 
rugged  face  eloquent  of  nervous  tension. 

The  quick  change  which  that  eager  in- 
ventory wrought  was  a  sight  worth  while. 
The  set  expression  relaxed,  the  little 
wrinkles  about  the  eyes  gathered  for  gen- 
iality and  with  a  grunt  of  relief  the 
President  of  the  Canadian  Midland  Rail- 
way jerked  away  the  ragged  stub  of  his 
cigar  and  all  at  once  laughed  like  a  boy. 

TVyT  ACKLIN   was   conscious   of   a   new 
friendliness  in  the  magnate's  eyes 
and  he  thrilled  with  inward  satisfaction 
that  he  had  done  the  right  thing. 

"Well,  young  man,"  boomed  Waring 
heartily,  "I  thank  you.  Cranston  here 
has  told  me  a  little  of  my  indebtedness  to 
you  for  the  recovery  of  this  damn  budget. 
Now,  what's  your  name?" 

"Macklin,  sir — Horace  P.  Macklin." 

"Any  relation  to  Macklin,  of  the  Su- 
preme Court?" 

"No,  sir." 

"What's  the  'P'  stand  for?" 

"I'm  named  after  my  uncle,  William  J. 

Power .     Perhaps  I  ought  to  say  the 

Honorable  William  J.  Power,  Mr.  War- 
ing," added  Macklin  with  some  diffidence. 

"What's  that?  You  don't  mean  the 
Chairman  of  the  Waterways  Commission, 
do  you?" 

"The  same,  sir." 

President  Waring  turned  with  a 
chuckle. 

"Hear  that,  Cranston?  He's  the 
nephew  of  the  Hon.  Bill !" 

"Horse-Power  Macklin,"  paraphrased 
the  detective  with  twinkling  eyes,  and  the 
thing  seemed  to  be  very  funny,  for  they 
both  laughed  so  heartily  that  Macklin 
began  to  wonder  if  they  were  making 
fun  of  him. 

He  could  not  know,  of  course,  that  the 
envelope  contained  the  very  secret  ad- 
vance proofs  of  the  Waterway  Commis- 
sion's report  anent  matters  of  grave 
political  import,  entrusted  for  the  time 
being  to  the  personal  care  of  President 
Waring,  and  that  the  fate  of  a  govern- 
ment, as  well  as  the  President's  political 
honor,  hung  in  the  balance! — that  under 
the  reaction  both  gentlemen  would  have 
laughed  with  equal  heartiness  had  some- 
one told  them  that  the  real  reason  a  hen 
crossed  the  road  was  to  get  to  the  other 
side! 

"Run  a  typewriter?" 

The  big  man  rounded  on  Macklin  un- 
expectedly and  fairly  shot  the  question 
at  him,  scowling  ferociously  for  no  ap- 
parent reason  at  all. 

'Yes,  sir,"  an.9wered   Macklin   readily. 

"Shorthand?" 

"Yes,  sir — over  a  hundred  words  a 
minute,"  said  Macklin  modestly. 

"Great!  Understand  you're  up  the  line 
with  Rutland.  We'll  send  for  your 
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>ve  into  my  car  over  there  and  pound 
;  typewriter  you'll  find  there  till  every 
mn  bit  of  correspondence  is  cleaned  up! 
you  make  good,  you'll  have  the  option 
staying  on  as  my  private  secretary — 
hteen  hundred  to  start.  If  you're  the 
n  I  take  you  for,  you'll  be  worth  more 
m  that  before  long.  Is  it  a  bet?" 
Macklin  simply  couldn't  speak.  But 
e  can  always  nod  one's  head.  Macklin 
ided. 

'That's  the  stuff!     We'll  get  another 
in  for  Rutland,  then." 

I  E  held  out  one  big  hand  and  for  a 
*•  moment  after  he  had  turned  back  to- 
irds  the  car  Macklin  stood  perfectly 
11,  stupidly  watching  the  white  marks 
iappear  from  his  squeezed  fingers, 
lile  Cranston  was  on  his  way  to  the 
iter-tank  to  transfer  his  prisoner. 
Slowly,  very  slowly — for  it  was  pretty 

II  submerged — Macklin's  self-confidence 
turned  to  the  surface.  He  became 
'are  that  Svenson  was  standing  not  far 
'ay  and  strolled  over  to  the  big  Swede 
th  his  hands  in  his  pockets. 
'Morning,  Svenson,"  he  said  cheer- 
ly.  "Fine  morning.  We'll  be  pulling 
t  presently  and  I  just  wanted  you  to 
ow  I  don't  bear  you  any  hard  feelings 
•  our  little  affair  last  night.  Thought 
rhaps  you'd  like  to  know  who  I  am.  I'm 
!  Private  Secretary  of  the  President  of 
s  road !  But,  as  I  said  before,  no  hard 
slings,  Svenson.  Only  this:  You  take 
jood  look  at  me  now  and  the  next  time 
U  see  me  you'll  know  who  I  am  and 

,t  whatever  I  say  goes.  See?" 
The  big  fellow  grinned. 
"I  see  I  beat  you  up  pretty  badly  last 
;ht.  It  won't  be  a  patch  on  what  I'll  do 
you  next  time,  though,  if  you  don't 
ly  me.  However,  we'll  say  no  more 
out  it,  Svenson.  I  shall  not  report  you 
8  time;  so  unless  you  go  telling  all 
ound  what  a  fool  you  made  of  yourself 
5t  night,  nobody  will  know  it.  Under- 
ind?  You're  not  to  say  a  word  about 
lat  happened — never !  Keep  your  mouth 
ut!  Keep  your  eyes  an'  ears  open! 
iw  wood!  Get  me?  Succeed  I'm  sure 
u  will,  Svenson." 
"And  just  to  show  you  that  there's  no 

.rd  feelings  on  my  side .     Here — 

ire's  a  ten-spot."  Macklin  peeled  it 
f  the  roll  of  bills  in  his  pocket — Halldor- 
n's  bills.  "Next  time  you're  where  you 
n  line  up — why,  have  one  on  me." 
Svenson's  grin  widened  without  regard 
bruised  cheeks.  He  plucked  at  a  fore- 
3k  of  yellow  hair  with  a  respect  that 
18  very  gratifying  in  its  profundity. 
"Ay  buy  him,  sar,  y'batcha!" 
The  chest  of  the  Private  Secretary  to 
e  President  of  the  Canadian  Midland 
iilway  protruded  as  he  threw  back  his 
lad  and  breathed  deeply  of  the  pure 
aming  air.  Smoke  was  curling  up  from 
e  galley  end  of  the  president's  private 
r  where  the  steward  was  busy,  prepar- 
g  breakfast;  there  was  an  aroma  of 
■  ffee. 

The  Private  Secretary  of  the  President 
I  the  Canadian  Midland  Railway  sniffed, 
ith  hands  clasped  behind  his  back  he 
;?aggered  towards  the  car. 
For  "Horse-Power"  Macklin  was 
ingry. 

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Contents 


JORDAN   IS  A   HARD   ROAJJ    » 

Sir  Gilbert  Parker. 

A  new  serial   Btory. 

Uluslrated   by   Huny  C.  Edwarde. 

IN   DRY   TORONTO    l.i 

Stephen  Leacock. 

As  told  by  a  Montreal  man. 

-Illustrated  by  C.   W.  Jefferyg. 

CANADA'S    BOOM    IN    SHIPBUH.niXG     Ifi 

VV.  A.  Craick. 

The  romantic  revival  of  a  one-time     rospfrous  industry. 

THE   MADNESS   OF   TRETHEVICK    20 

Alan  Sullivan. 

A  story  of  mystery  and  adventure. 

— Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards. 

I'AYING    FOR   PRESENT    PROSPERITY    2H 

Agnes  C.  Laut. 

An  article  on  conditions  in  United  States  and  in  Canada. 

SUGARING  OFF   25 

A.  C.  Allenson. 

A  love  story  with  a  humorous  background. 

Illustrated   by   Dudley    Ward. 

PUTTING    A    YARDSTICK    ON    CANADA    28 

B.  D.  Thornley. 

An  article  describing  our  north-western  coastline. 

THE   LITTLE   BROWN   BOOK   OF  MISS   EMILY :il 

L.  M.  Montgomery. 

A  charming  love  story. 

AT  THE  TOP  0"  THE  WORLD   :V2 

Ida  Randolph  Spragce. 
A  poem. 

A   VISIT   TO   THE   WESTERN    FRONT    33 

Main  Johnson. 

.\  graphic  picture  of  conditions  under  the  guns. 

THE   WHISTLE   OF   SANDY   McGRAW    36 

Robert  W.  Service. 

A  stirring  war  poem. 

REVIEW  OF  REVIEWS   Starts  page     38 

THE     BUSINESS    OUTLOOK     76 


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year  there  is  an  inevitable 
tendency  toward  retros- 
pection ;  and,  on  casting  back 
over  the  events  of  the  past  year, 
it  becomes  apparent  that  it  has 
been  in  some  respects  a  red  letter 
year  for  MacLean's  Magazine. 
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blems of  finance  in  a  period  of 
uncertainty  marked  by  gigantic 
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necessarily  trying.  Nineteen- 
sixteen,  however,  has  seen  the 
idea  of  gathering  into  one  Cana- 
dian magazine  the  best  work  of 
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Volume  XXX 


JANUARY,  1917 


Number  3 


Jordan  is  a  Hard  Road 


By  Sir  Gilbert  Parker 

Authcyr  of  "The  Weavers"  "The  Right  of   Way," 


"W' 


'HAT  do  you  think  of 
it.  Doctor?" 

The  Young  Doctor 
had  just  stepped  from  his  buggy  in  front 
of  the  drug  store  in  the  main  street  of 
Askatoon.  The  quizzical  question  was 
followed  by  a  round  of  laughter  from  a 
half-dozen  noon-timers. 

"I  think  it's  mental  deficiency,"  satiri- 
cally answered  the  Young  Doctor  who, 
dusty  from  his  drive  and  weary  of  face 
and  mind  from  a  long  vigil  at  a  bedside 
and  a  twenty-mile  journey,  was  cheerful 
and  dryly  playful  as  ever.  He  had  no 
idea  what  they  were  talking  about. 

"Shure,  it  looks  like  it,"  said  old  Patsy 
Kernaghan,  "for  what  would  he  be  doin' 
here?" 

"What  would  who  be  doin'  here.  Patsy, 
and  what  looking  like  what?"  asked  the 
Young  Doctor,  with  the  look  of  one  who 
suffered  fools  gladly  and  for  some  reason 
suffered  this  fool  more  gladly  than  others. 

Patsy  bridled.  "Bill  Minden  —  that's 
who!  An'  the  top  of  his  head  must  be 
gone  on'  the  inside  of  his  mind,  that  he'd 
be  settlin'  here.  What  would  he  be  doin' 
here  but  watchin'  the  wheat  grow! 
Though  to  be  sure  there's  three  trains  a 
day  an'  it's  a  sight  to  see  y'r  honor  busy 
in  the  lambin'  season." 

This  last  reference  to  the  Young  Doc- 
tor's activity  in  shepherding  the  passage 
of  new  arrivals  into  the  world  and  inci- 
dentally into  Askatoon,  produced  a  gale 
of  laughter. 

"Well,  you'll  not  be  thinkin'  much  of 
lambin'  yourself.  Patsy,"  responded  the 
Young  Doctor.  "Whatever  Mr.  William 
Minden  does,  at  your  age  and  in  your  de- 
based state  of  health  yourself'll  be  afther 
thinking  of  black  horses  with  long  tails 
and  a  carriage  for  one  only."  He  always 
put  on  a  slight  Irish  brogue  when  talk- 
ing to  Patsy  Kernaghan. 

"Aw,  no.  Doctor  dear,"  drawled  the  old 
man,  "let  thim  ride  behind  the  black 
harses  as  never  rode  before.  I'll  be  gettin' 
to  me  long  home  in  a  wheel-barra! 
There's  more  than  one  of  thim  that's  got 
safe  past  you'll  be  glad  to  help  put  out 
o'  sight  what  you've  left  of  me." 


"The  Money  Master"  eto. 
Illustrattd  by  Harry  C  Edwards 


"No,  no,  I'll  keep  you  alive  just  to  hear 
you  talk  in  the  foreign  language  you  call 
your  mother-tongue.  Patsy,"  smiled  the 
Young  Doctor,  having  tied  the  halter  of 
his  grey  mare  to  the  hitching-post  by  the 
sidewalk.  "But  who  is  Mr.  William  Min- 
den, and  where  does  he  come  from?" 

'  I  *  WO  OR  three  of  the  group  sniggered 
-*•  and  winked  at  each  other,  for  who 
had  not  heard  of  Bill  Minden,  the  notori- 
ous train  and  stage-coach  robber,  who 
faithfully  kept  the  Sabbath  day  holy, 
and  as  faithfully  made  unholy  every  other 
day  of  the  week  when  it  served  his  pur- 
pose so  to  do.  They  knew  that  the  Young 
Doctor  loved  to  hear  Patsy  Kernaghan 
talk,  for  they  both  had  come  from  the 
Emerald  Isle. 


"Mr.  William  Minden!"  re- 
marked Patsy  scornfully.  "Is 
it  ye  want  to  insult  a  stranger 
in  the  place? — I  ask  ye  that.  The  wide 
wurruld  knows  Bill  Minden  as  Bill  Min- 
den, without  anny  handle  to  his  name  and 
no  William  at  all." 

"Never  heard  of  him,"  retorted  the 
Young  Doctor.  "What's  he  done?  Who 
is  he?" 

"Never  hard  of  him!"  exclaimed  Ker- 
naghan. "Never  hard  of  Bill  Minden! 
Wasn't  it  two  years  ago  he  stuck  up  the 
express  down  in  Oregon?  Didn't  he  rob 
the  stage-coach  a  year  ago  at  Lancy,  and 
didn't ' 

"That  wasn't  proved,"  interjected  a 
voice. 

"An'  the  express  business  wasn't  prov- 
ed aither,"  declared  Kernaghan;  "an' 
after  Bill  left  the  court  with  tears  in  his 
beautiful  eyes  and  not  a  stain  on  his  char- 
acter, didn't  he  own  up  to  it,  and  give  five 
hundred  dollars  to  an  orphan  children's 
home!  Always  doin'  that  kind  of  thing, 
isn't  he.  Father  Roche — I'll  say  that  of 
him,  though  he's  a  Protis'ant,"  he  added 
with  the  air  of  doing  a  brave  thing. 

He  had  addressed  his  last  words  to  a 
new  arrival  in  the  group  round  him — a 
priest,  the  much  beloved  priest  who 
guarded  and  guided  his  very  small  Cath- 
olic flock  at  Askatoon. 

"Ah,  yes,  yes,  Kernaghan.  He  also 
gave  five  hundred  dollars  to  the  Confra- 
ternity of  the  Blessed  Sacrament  for  the 
poor  of  Portland  at  the  same  time,"  re- 
sponded Father  Roche,  who  smilingly  ac- 
knowledged the  respectful  salutations  of 
the  crowd. 

"Thoughtful  William,"  remarked  the 
Young  Doctor,  shaking  hands  with  Father 
Roche.  "We  could  find  use  for  his  sym- 
pathies at  Askatoon  if  he  came  our  way." 

pATSY  threw  up  his  hands.  "Come 
■••  our  way!  Aw,  Doctor  dear,  what  've 
I  been  sayin'  all  this  time,  but  that  Bill 
Minden's  here — here  now  in  Askatoon! 
Settled  here — come  to  stay — brought  his 
ox  and  his  ass  an'  everything  that's  his." 
"Or  not,  as  the  case  may  be,"  rejoined 


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the  Young  Doctor.  "Where  is  he 
camped?" 

"Shure,  he's  at  the  Sunbright  Hotel — 
where  else  would  a  rich  man  like  him  be 
stayin'?" 

The  Young  Doctor  looked  at  Kernaghan 
quizzically.  "Now  how  do  you  know  he's 
rich?     Seen  the  inside  of  his  till — eh?" 

Kernaghan  grinned.  "Aw,  Doctor  dear, 
does  anyone  think  a  man  that's  opened  as 
manny  tills  as  Bill  Minden  wouldn't  have 
a  full  one  of  his  own?" 

"And  what  do  you  think  he's  come  here 
for?"  continued  the  Young  Doctor.  "You 
have  a  great  head,  Patsy.  Now  give  it  a 
chance.  What  is  Bill  Minden,  the  train 
robber,  doing  in  Askatoon?" 

Patsy  reflected  a  minute  scratching  his 
head  behind  the  ear.  "Well,  there's  manny 
a  busy  man  that's  never  had  time  to  look 
at  himself,  an'  he  just  steals  away  some- 
where to  a  backwater  to  see  his  own  face." 

Father  Roche  smiled  broadly.  "Soli- 
tude and  repentance,  is  that  it,  Kerna- 
ghan?" 

Before  Patsy  could  reply  Jonas  Bil- 
lings, the  livery-stable  keeper,  intervened. 
"Say,  you  call  Askatoon  a  backwater,  do 
you?  Nothin'  doin',  eh?  You'll  get 
yourself  disliked,  Kernaghan,  my  friend." 

"Shure,  wouldn't  it  seem  like  a  back- 
water to  Minden,"  answered  Patsy.  "A 
man  that's  used  to  stoppin'  a  train  or 
holdin'  up  a  stage-coach  'd  think  Askatoon 
was  a  cimetairy." 

"Has  anyone  seen  him?"  asked  the 
Young  Doctor.  "What  sort  of  a  looking 
man  is  he?" 

/^NE  OR  two  mouths  opened,  but  Patsy 
^— '  was  not  to  be  denied. 

"Seen  him!  Isn't  his  face  as  well  known 
as  that  of  the  Pope!  Hasn't  his  forty- 
graf  been  in  the  papers  for  manny  a  year? 
Didn't  I  see  him  meself  step  aff  the  train 
here,  an'  didn't  I  look  to  see  if  he'd  carry 
it  away  with  him,  ingine  and  all?  Didn't 
I  see  him  in  Vancouver?  What's  he  like? 
Well,  his  head's  as  big  as  a  cushion,  as 
black  as  jet — not  a  grey  hair  annywhere. 
Did  ye  ivir  see  pictures  of  the  Dook  o' 
Norfolk?  Well,  Bill  Minden's  like  him, 
with  a  big  black,  bushy  beard,  spread  out 
more  than  the  Dook's,  with  beautiful 
black,  bushy  eyebrows  that  the  Dook  'd 
have  too  if  he  let  his  grow — shure,  I  saw 
the  Dook  wance  when  he  come  to  May- 
nooth.  About  five  foot  eleven  Bill  is — 
about  the  height  of  the  Dook;  but  whin 
it  comes  to  shoulders  —  aw  well  there 
y'are,  the  Dook  just  draps  away  to  naw- 
thing  at  all,  an'  he's  a  fine  chist  too.  Bill 
has  a  chist  like  a  house  and  a  head  like 
the  cupoly  at  the  tap  of  St.  Peter's  at 
Rome.  Shure,  its  a  gran'  sight  to  look 
at  him.  None  o'  your  sky-scrapers,  but 
somethin'  like  the  fellow  they  called  Atlas 
that  carried  the  wurruld  on  his  back— a 
hell  of  a  fine  fellow!" 

He  could  get  no  further.  A  gust  of 
laughter  shook  the  crowd. 

Patsy  waved  a  hand  at  them  all  con- 
temptuously. "He's  a  fine  man  that— 
whativir  his  past,  he's  a  fine  man.  What 
was  the  wurrd  he  asked  me  afther  he 
learned  that  I  was  Irish?  'Which  is  the 
way  to  the  Cat'lic  church?'  he  sez  to  me, 
an'  I  told  him.  'Which  is  the  way  to  the 
hotel?'  he  sez  to  me — 'to  the  Sunbright 
Hotel?'  he  sez  to  me; — an'  I  told  him." 

"Yes,  but  which  way  did  he  go?"  asked 
the  Young  Doctor. 

"He  wint  to  the  hotel — the  man  had  to 
have  a  bed  and  a  meal,  hadn't  he?     But 


it  shows  the  heart  of  him  whin  he  asks 
his  way  to  the  Cat-lie  church  first." 

"I  have  not  noticed  him  in  the  vicinity," 
interjected  Father  Roche  with  mild  irony. 

"Bill  Minden  isn't  a  Catholic,"  grunted 
Billings,  the  livery-stable  proprietor. 
"Say,  I  remember  him  on  the  Siwash 
River  ten  years  ago.  He's  a  Protes'ant, 
but  he  don't  hold  by  church  goin'.  I've 
seen  him  sit  right  out  on  the  stoop  in 
front  of  the  Mosquito  Hotel  at  Siwash 
Junction,  on  a  Sunday  mornin',  reading 
his  Bible  with  a  church  not  three  hundred 
yards  away,  holdin'  his  own  meetings. 
He'd  sit  there  ail  mornin'  rfadin'  the 
Bible — the  Old  Testament  it  was;  and 
p'raps  sometimes  he'd  let  out  some  com- 
mentory  on  what  he  read  —  maybe  about 
Elijah  or  Nebuchednozzar  or  Boaz  or 
Daniel  or  Abr'm;  an'  he  wouldn't  have 
any  argyment  about  it.  He'd  just  lay 
down  the  law,  an'  ye  had  to  take  it.  He 
carries  that  little  black  Bible  round  with 
him  wherever  he  goes.  He'd  read  it  on 
Sunday  morning  solemn  and  satisfied, 
an'  on  a  Monday  night  he'd  stick  up  a 
train  all  alone — walk  right  through  a  car 
scoopin'  jewels  and  cash  as  he  went.  I 
suppose  readin'  on  a  Sunday  mornin' 
about  Saul  and  David  havin'  killed  their 
thousands  and  their  tens  of  thousands, 
give  him  the  courage  to  spoil  the  Philis- 
tines on  a  Monday  night.  Nobody  ever 
laughed  at  Bill  for  doin'  what  he  done.  It 
wasn't  pretendin'.  It  suited  him;  he 
gloated  on  it;  it  Was  wine  and  milk  to 
him.  When  he  was  in  jail  at  Portland  the 
learned,  holy  doctors  used  to  come  to  con- 
vert him.  Say,  what  a  massacre  it  was 
when  Bill  turned  his  guns  on  'em  from 
Deuteronomy  to  Malachi!  Start  him  on 
the  Old  Testament,  get  him  in  the  gates 
of  the  holy  places  here  in  Askatoon,  and 
see  what  he'll  do.  Why,  that  Bill  Minden, 
train  robber  and  roadman,  knows  the 
Bible  from  Genesees  to  Luke,  same  as  I 
know  the  road  to  Starwalt's  saloon.  Ez 
fur  ez  I  can  make  out,  regardless  of  his 
religion,  Bill's  real — all  wool  and  two 
yards  wide." 

"Then  what's  he  doin'  in  Askatoon?" 
remarked  Rigby,  the  chemist,  in  the  door- 
way, at  which  there  was  further  laughter. 

'T*HE  Young  Doctor  fanned  himself 
-*•  with  his  straw  hat  and  looked  mus- 
ingly at  Kernaghan.  "Patsy,"  said  he, 
"we've  got  a  problem  here;  it's  the  pro- 
blem of  sitting  on  both  sides  of  the  fence 
at  once.  From  Bill  Minden's  past  habits 
I  gather  that  here  at  Askatoon  we'll  find 
him  painting  the  town  red  on  a  Monday, 
and  visiting  the  hospital,  the  jail,  the 
prayer-meeting  and  the  schools  on  a  Tues- 
day. So  far  as  I  can  see  he'll  have  two 
mottoes.  One  will  be,  'Licenesd  to  drink 
wine,  beer  and  other  spirituous  and  fer- 
mented liquors,'  and  the  other  will  be 
'Home,  sweet  home.'  Patsy,  we  shall 
have  to  keep  an  eye  on  this  Minden." 

Patsy  nodded.  "Faith,  that's  so.  Now 
what  was  the  first  thing  he  done  after  he 
got  to  the  hotel?  The  first  thing  he  done 
was  to  march  straight  aff  to  the  school — 
to  the  Central  School.  So  you're  right, 
Doctor  dear.  An'  I  wint  with  him — that's 
to  say  I  wint  behind  him,  walkin'  in  his 
wake.  There  he  stood  and  watched  the 
children  comin'  out  of  school — shure,  it 
was  only  an  hour  ago.  An'  he  smiled  at 
thim  an'  patted  their  heads  an'  give  away 
— aw,  well  he  give  away  twenty  or  thirty 
five-cint  pieces.  Whin  Miss  Finley,  the 
head  teacher,  come  out — that's  a  fine  girl. 


Cora  Finley,  a  beautiful,  strappin'  girl, 
with  handsome  face  an'  an  eye  that'd 
light  up  an  underground  cave — whin  she 
passed  him  standin'  by  the  gate,  he  raised 
his  hat  aginst  her,  an'  as  nice  a  word  he 
spoke  of  good-day-to-ye  as  ivir  was  spoke 
annywhere.  Thin  he  watched  her  and 
watched  her  after  she'd  laughed  back  an 
answer  at  him,  till  she  was  out  of  sight 
by  turnin'  the  earner.  Now  a  man  that'll 
do  that,  that'll  just  go  straight  to  a 
schoolhouse  almost  before  he's  had  time 
to  take  aflf  his  boots  in  the  town,  well, 
that's  a  man  ye'll  have  to  think  about 
twice.  It's  my  opinion  he'll  be  an  out- 
standin'  figure  in  the  place." 

"Let's  hope  he  won't  be  a  figure  in  an 
outstanding  debt,"  remarked  Father 
Roche  quietly. 

"Aw,  there's  manny  a  Protis'ant  that's 
a  good  man — savin'  your  prisince,"  re- 
plied Patsy  turning  to  Father  Roche  and 
misreading   his    mind. 

"Do  you  know.  Father  Roche,"  said  the 
Young  Doctor  musingly,  "if  we  only  knew 
exactly  why  a  man  did  some  certain  thing 
in  his  life  —  perhaps  some  very  small 
thing — we  would  know  his  whole  char- 
acter? Now,  perhaps,  if  we  knew  exactly 
why  Bill  Minden  went  to  that  school  this 
afternoon  we  should  have  a  book  of  "re- 
velations." 

"Well,  there  he  is  now.  You  can  ask 
him,"  declared  Patsy.  "That's  him  on 
the  other  side  of  the  street." 

C  LOWLY,  with  a  kind  of  loose  dignity 
^  and  yet  with  a  smack  of  assertion, 
owing  to  a  curious  bending  of  the  legs.  Bill 
Minden  was  approaching  across  the  way. 
There  was  something  singularly  self-con- 
tained and  self-sufficient  about  the  man, 
yet  there  was  nothing  repellent.  Indeed, 
there  was  a  unique  kindliness — the  kind- 
liness of  a  chieftain  or  a  patriarch — in 
the  expression  of  his  hard-bitten  face. 
He  took  no  notice  of  the  crowd  watching 
him,  and  appeared  not  to  see  them.  On 
the  other  side  of  the  street,  almost  oppo- 
site the  group  of  gossips,  were  a  horse 
and  buggy.  On  the  seat  of  the  buggy  was 
a  dog  of  some  size  and  a  marked  ferocity 
of  appearance.  While  Minden  was  pass- 
ing the  buggy  he  stepped  towards  it,  hold- 
out his  hand  as  though  to  stroke  the  dog. 
A  voice  behind  him  suddenly  called  out, 
"Don't  touch  him;  he'll  bite,"  as  the  sullen 
brute  raised  its  head.  Without  an  in- 
stant's hesitation  Minden's  hand  went 
quietly  out  above  the  dog's  body  as  he 
murmured  something,  and  then  slowly 
found  the  head  and  ears.  The  action  had 
been  very  swift  yet  gentle,  and  the  voice 
had  been  monotonously  even,  with  a  curi- 
ous, rough  melody.  Presently  the  snarl 
left  the  dog's  mouth,  the  teeth  ceased  to 
show,  and  he  wagged  his  tail  as  Minden 
turned  with  a  smile  to  its  terrified  owner. 

"Like  a  dog  I  had  once,"  he  said,  and 
moved  on. 

As  he  did  so,  Jonas  Billings  shouted, 
"Hooray!" 

Minden  turned  and  twenty  hands  were 
waved  in  greeting  across  the  street  to- 
wards him.  He  waved  back  nonchalant- 
ly and  passed  on  his  way. 

CHAPTER  II. 

THE  REASON  WHY. 

'  I  *HE  good  humor  which  marked  Min- 
■■•  den's  entrance  into  the  life  of  Aska- 
toon continued  through  the  months  that 
followed.  His  habits  were  commendable. 
He   neither    drank,   nor   chewed    tobacco. 


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and  even  his  enemies  were  forced  to 
acknowledge  that  his  outer  conduct 
was  above  suspicion.  He  interested 
himself  conspicuously  in  good  works, 
though,  in  spite  of  his  apparent  honest 
sympathy,  there  was  an  inevitable 
feeling  abroad  that  his  entry  into  this 
field  was  like  the  invasion  of  a  millin- 
ery shop  by  a  buffalo.  That,  however, 
did  not  prevent  every  friend  of  every 
charity  from  "bleeding"  him  success- 
fully. It  was  noted  that  never  but  once 
did  he  go  to  church  or  prayer-meeting. 
He  had  asked  Patsy  Kernaghan  the 
way  to  the  Catholic  church  on  the  day 
of  his  arrival,  but  there  the  matter 
ended,  though  Patsy  still  regarded  the 
incident  with  almost  superstitious  re- 
verence. Of  a  Sunday  morning  at  the 
Sunbright  Hotel,  however,  Minden  sat 
on  the  verandah  wearing  his  best  coat 
and  adorned  by  a  collar;  at  other 
times,  because  of  his  heavy  J)eard,  he 
wore  nothing  so  useless  as  a  collar; 
and  in  the  presence  of  all  and  sundry 
he  read  his  black  leather-bound  Bible. 
There  was  no  lurking  irony  or  sugges- 
tive self-consciousness  in  his  looks  as 
he  entered  upon,  or  as  he  continued,  his 
task.  It  was  done  as  naturally  as  eat- 
ing a  meal,  and  he  took  no  notice  of 
those  who  gazed  at  him.  If,  however, 
some  natural  son  of  Adam  engageo 
him  in  conversation  on  some  scriptural 
topic — particularly  of  the  Old  Testa- 
ment— he  did  not  fail  to  lay  down  the 
sacred  law  according  to  William  Min- 
den, assisted  by  the  prophets  major 
and  minor. 

Once  only  a  stranger  ventured  to 
scoff.  He  had  come  from  the  Border, 
had  cheered  himself  with  pregnant 
refreshment  and  had  then  begun  to 
chaff  the  quiescent  Bill.  At  last  he 
asked  Bill  to  give  him  a  tip  for  the 
Heavenly  race,  and  added  that  Jordan 
was  a  hard  road  to  travel.  Whereupon 
Bill  rose,  laid  down  his  Bible  gently 
and  said,  "You  shall  have  the  tip,  my 
son,"  and  with  his  foot  catching  the 
feet  and  ankle  of  the  scoflFer,  tipped 
him  over  the  verandah-rail  into  a  bar- 
rel of  rainwater.  As  the  scoffer 
scrambled  out,  raging  and  bedraggled, 
Bill,  leaning  over  the  verandah,  said, 
"You  poisonous  pimp  of  the  pampas, 
if  it  wasn't  the  Sabbath  I'd  carve  youi 
cursed  cuticle!" 

Though  the  phrases  Bill  used  were 
so  sensationally  picturesque  and  gave 
evidence  of  finished  preparation,  they 
were,  on  the  contrary,  impromptu.  They 
represented  a  natural  gift,  developed  by 
long  practice,  for  manufacturing  strange 
phrases  and  oaths.  This  gift  had  been 
a  real  asset  in  his  life  at  Askatoon.  It 
had  been  used  at  first  privately,  but  it  ulti- 
mately achieved  him  a  reputation  at  a 
public  meeting  called  in  the  interest  of 
cheaper  freight  rates  on  the  railway. 
There,  his  choice  of  phrases,  happily  em- 
phasized by  a  little  polite  profanity, 
started  him  on  a  popular  career  as  a 
public  man.  There  were  those  who  op- 
posed his  progress,  but  they  were  highly 
religious  people,  mostly  newcomers  from 
the  east,  who  regarded  his  criminal 
career  with  horror,  and  who  disbelieved 
that  a  man  with  such  a  past  could  be 
trusted  until  he  had  been  officially  saved 
by  Divine  Grace.  Joined  with  them  in 
this  feeling  was  the  mother  of  Cora  Fin- 
ley,  the  young  teacher  to  whom  Minden 
had  spoken  on  the  day  of  his  arrival. 


liitl  Minden  stuck  up  the  express  coach  down  in  Oregon. 


V|RS.  FINLEY  had  set  her  face 
•'■'■*■  against  Minden  ever  since  Cora 
came  home  telling  of  the  strange  but  in- 
teresting man  who  had  watched  her  and 
the  school  children  leave  the  school,  the 
day's  work  done.  Mrs.  Finley's  agitation 
when  she  afterwards  saw  Minden,  and 
her  subsequent  marked  antipathy,  might 
reasonably  have  been  due  to  the  fact  that 
she  was  very  religious  and  resented  the 
interest  he  took  in  the  schools,  and,  inci- 
dentally, in  her  popular  offspring. 

There  was  nothing  pronounced  in  Min- 
den's  interest  in  the  girl.  He  was  always 
respectful  to  her,  indeed  almost  osten- 
tatiously so;  and  though  he  visited  other 
schools  regularly,  he  visited  the  Central 
School,  at  which  she  taught,  far  more 
often  than  any  other.  Recitations  were 
part  of  each  Friday's  programme  in  the 
schools,  and  he  not  only  listened  to  these 
recitations,  but  at  last  told  stories  him- 


self— yarns  of  his  own  life,  expurgated 
and  edited  for  the  occasion.  They  were 
adventures  of  surprising  interest — sen- 
sational incidents  clothed  in  his  own  ver- 
nacular, decorated  by  his  alliterative 
facility.  A  close  observer  would  have 
noticed  that  while  he  was  thus  engaged, 
though  he  appeared  not  to  look  at  Cora 
(who  welcomed  his  coming  each  week 
with  almost  unreasonable  pleasure)  he 
seemed  yet  to  be  conscious  when  her  eyes 
were  on  him,  or  when  her  attention  was 
diverted,  apprehending  all  she  did  by 
feeling  rather  than  by  sight. 

There  were  parents  who  obiected  to 
these  visitations,  but  the  maiority  were 
tickled,  as  they  colloquially  said,  at  an  ex- 
criminal  and  notorious  adventurer  play- 
ing the  part  of  school  visitor,  cheerfully 
supported  him  and  put  to  rout  his  critics. 

One  day,  however,  something  made 
him    more    than    ever    the    talk    of    the 


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tovm.  It  was  the  announcement  that  he 
would  stand  for  the  office  of  school- 
trustee.  It  was  made  only  a  few  days  be- 
fore the  election  for  trustees,  and  not  in 
all  the  days  that  Askatoon  had  known  was 
there  such  a  day  as  that  in  which  the 
election  occurred.  He  was  determined  to 
have  the  right  to  visit  the  schools  with  or 
without  the  approval  of  the  "pious  pedan- 
tics,"  as  he  called  them. 

"I  see  what's  in  his  mind,"  said  Patsy 
Kernaghan  to  the  Young  Doctor. 

"You   have   a   wonderful   eye.   Patsy, 
responded   the  other.     "There's  no   good 
of  us  wearing  clothes  at  all;- you  see  right 
through  folks." 

Patsy  scratched  the  top  of  his  head  with 
his  thumb.  "Aw,  Doctor,  it's  only  a  flea- 
bite  to  what  Bill  Minden  means  to  do. 
If  he  gets  in  as  trustee — an'  he  will — 
for  there's  not  twenty  women  in  the  place 
'11  go  agin  him,  an'  iviry  man  as  is  a  man 
will  go  for  him,  then  he'll  stand  for 
mayor  an'  run  the  dam  place  like  a  switch- 
man at  a  junction.  He  won't  talk;  he'll 
just  pull  the  lever,  and  there  it'll  all  be 
done  what  he  wants  to  be  done,  as  aisy 
as  aisy.  He'll  want  the  Education  Com- 
mittee to  go  on  this  track;  he'll  want  the 
Lightin'  Committee  to  go  on  that  track; 
an'  the  Sanitary  Committee  on  another 
track;  an'  he  won't  talk;  he'll  switch 
the  lot  of  thim  where  he  wants  thim.  He'll 
be  Mayor— that's  what  he'll  be;  but  man 
alive,  won't  it  be  fun  whin,  mebbe,  the 
Judge  that  thried  him  for  stickin'  up  a 
coach  '11  visit  the  place,  an'  the  Governor 
that  signed  his  pardon  '11  be  here  to  pay 
us  a  visit!  Who'll  be  receivin'  thim — 
who'll  be  receivin'  thim?  Why,  the  new 
school-trustee,  the  man  that's  goin'  to  be 
Mayor— Bill  Minden,  who's  stuck  up  as 
many  trains  an'  coaches  as  he's  got  fin- 
gers an'  toes;  Bill  Minden,  that's  got 
money  in  more  banks  than  wan,  and  God 
help  thim  if  they  don't  take  care  of  his 
monney!" 

The  Young  Doctor  smiled  and  patted 
Kernaghan's  shoulder.  "You're  a  won- 
derful little  fellow,  Kernaghan.  You've 
got  a  long  eye,  and  see  far  ahead;  and 
Minden  wouldn't  make  a  bad  Mayor 
either.  I  think  he'll  make  a  good  school- 
trustee,  too;  but  have  you  forgotten 
they're  going  to  elect  a  Bishop  when  the 
Diocesan  Synod  of  the  English  church 
meets  here  next  month?  Come  now. 
Patsy,  why  shouldn't  he  stand  for 
Bishop?" 

Patsy  scratched  his  head  again.  "Aw 
well,  for  a  Protis'ant  Bishop  that  'd  be 
all  right.  It  doesn't  require  anny  larnin' 
to  be  a  Protis'ant  Bishop.  There's  no 
layin'  on  of  hands  for  wan  av  thim.  They  ' 
just  talk  of  grace  of  Hivin  an'  the  out- 
pourin'  of  the  spirit.  Then  the  women 
weep  and  the  men  cough  in  their  hands 
when  they're  lectured — an'  why  not  Bill 
Minden?  I'd  as  leave  see  him  a  Bishop 
as  a  Mayor." 

The  Young  Doctor's  eyes  twinkled. 
"Well,  so  would  I,  Kernaghan.  I  wouldn't 
draw  much  distinction.  I'd  trust  Minden 
just  as  much  in  one  office  as  the  other." 

"Well,  y'r  honor,  that's  not  saying 
how  much  ye  trust  him,  is  it? 

The  Young  Doctor's  lips  gave  a  quirk. 
"Do  you  hear  anything  against  him, 
Patsy;  anything  you  can  lay  your  hands 
on  since  he  came  to  Askatoon?" 

"That's  it,  that's  it,"  answered  the  little 
man  from  Cork;  "there's  nawthin'  that 
annybody  can  lay  hands  on.  Wipin'  out 
his  past,  what  he's  doin'  now  needs  no 
pinince;    but   leadin'   the   life   that   he's 


leadin'  now,  isn't  it  a  burnin'  shame  they 
won't  take  him  as  he  is — I  mean  the 
Methodies,  the  Protis'ants  and  the  new 
comers!  They  won't  believe  in  him  till 
he's  been  saved  at  the  'marcy  seat,'  as  they 
call  it." 

'T*HE  TWINKLE  quickened  in  the 
■*■  Young  Doctor's  eye.  "Well,  but  won't 
there  be  a  chance  for  that?  Doesn't  the 
big  Methodist  Camp-meeting  begin  soon 
out  at  Mayo — Nolan  Doyle's  place?  What 
are  all  the  big  tents  for?  Isn't  the  Rev. 
Ephraim  Masterman,  the  great  revival- 
ist, coming  to  save  our  souls  and  put 
Father  Roche's  nose  out  of  joint?" 

Kernaghan  sniffed.  "D'ye  think  Bill 
Minden  'd  bellow  out  his  pinitince  at  what 
they  call  a  'prothracted  meetin'?  Aw  no. 
Doctor  dear.  We'll  just  go  back  to  the 
idee  I  started  with,  and  it's  this;  Bill 
Minden  '11  be  elected  school  trustee  and 
when  that's  done  he'll  be  elected  Mayor, 
and  whin  that's  done " 

"Whin  the  town's  done — brown,  good- 
bye to  William  Ecclesiasticus  Minden," 
remarked  the  Young  Doctor  provokingly. 

Kernaghan  protested  with  hands  and 
head.  "D'ye  think  Minden  '11  go  back 
to  the  ould  ways  of  him — to  the  train 
robbin'  and  sticking  up  the  coach?  D'ye 
think  he  hasn't  enough  money  to  live  on 
without  that?  I've  hard  he  has  a  hundred 
thousand  dollars  in  the  bank.  That's  a 
lot  o'  money.  Can't  a  man  stay  honest 
on  a  hundred  thousand  dollars?" 

At  that  moment  several  wagons  went 
trailing  past,  carrying  great  piles  of  tent 
cloth,  stakes  and  ropes.  Kernaghan 
stared  at  them  with  swiftly-rising  color. 
In  religion  he  was  a  fanatic,  and  would 
have  gone  to  the  stake  to  defend  the 
doctrine  of  transubstantiation  or  papal 
infallibility.  The  usual  course  of  religi- 
ous life  in  the  town  did  not  disturb  him, 
but  there  was  something  so  aggressive  in 
this  special  spectacular  effort  of  the  here- 
tics to  advance  their  cause  that  a  sudden 
anger  flamed  up  in  him. 

"Look  at  it — look  at  it!"  he  snarled, 
"makin'  a  circus  of  the  Christian  re- 
ligion, doin'  the  heavenly  acrobatic!" 

His  color  deepened,  his  fingers  opened 
and  shut  convulsively;  then  opened  again. 
"Aw,  look.  Doctor  dear,  there's  Minden 
now  on  his  way  to  the  school — to  the 
Central  School!  It's  a  Friday  afther- 
noon,  an'  he'll  be  lettin'  himself  go  to  the 
boys    an'   gurls." 

The  Young  Doctor  looked  quizzically 
at  Kernaghan.  "And  showing  off  before 
Miss  Finley,  eh?"  he  remarked. 

"Aw,  that!  There's  no  showin'  aff 
about  it.  Shure  he  drops  his  eyes  whin 
he  looks  at  her,  like  a  bit  of  a  boy  tin 
years  old." 

The  Young  Doctor  laughed  inwardly. 
"Oh,  Patsy  Kernaghan,  what  Irish  bulls 
you  make  and  what  an  Irish  calf  you 
are!  'He  drops  his  eyes  when  he  looks  at 
her!'" 

'  I  *HE  Young  Doctor  was,  however, 
■*■  thinking  of  what  he  himself  said  on 
the  very  first  day  of  Minden's  arrival  in 
Askatoon,  when  the  crowd  gossiped  about 
the  notorious  one  in  front  of  Rigby's  drug 
store.  He  had  said  to  Father  Roche  then, 
"If  we  only  knew  exactly  why  a  man 
did  some  certain  thing  in  his  life,  per- 
haps some  very  small  thing,  we  would 
know  his  whole  character.  Now  perhaps 
if  we  knew  exactly  why  Bill  Minden  went 
to  that  school  this  afternoon  we  should 
have  a  Book  of  Revelations." 


The  Young  Doctor  was  a  man  of  in- 
sight and  understanding,  and  he  had  never 
ceased  to  wonder  why  the  ex-bandit  in- 
terested himself  so  in  the  Central  School, 
or  why  he  had  come  to  Askatoon.  Some- 
how the  two  things  seemed  one  in  his 
mind,  as  though  each  depended  on  the 
other.  That  Minden  should  show  such 
interest  in  the  town  itself,  and  that  he 
should  become  school  trustee,  seemed  one 
piece  in  which  Cora  Finley  was  part  of 
the  mosaic.  He  was  sure  there  was  an 
association  with  a  mystery  in  the  back- 
ground. Bill  Minden,  the  ex-criminal, 
the  notorious  highwayman,  turned  peace- 
ful, pious  citizen,  dropping  his  eyes  when 
he  looked  at  a  girl,  could  only  be  ex-. 
plained  by  a  law  at  work  and  not  as  one 
of  life's  vagaries. 

The  Young  Doctor  had  seen  and  heard 
nothing  which  gave  him  a  clue,  and  the 
fact  that  Mrs.  Finley  was  the  most  im- 
placable of  Bill  Minden's  critics  added 
another  twist  to  the  knot. 

TV/TRS.  FINLEY  was  sitting  alone  in 
-'■'-'■  her  little  parlor,  looking  out  of  the 
window  into  the  increasing  darkness, 
through  which  faint  stars  twinkled,  when 
she  was  startled  by  a  heavy  footfall  on 
the  gravel  path  without.  Rising,  she 
stood  for  a  moment  hesitating  what  to 
do,  possessed  by  fear,  though  she  was 
alone,  Cora  having  gone  to  choir  practice. 
She  had  the  sense  of  safety  of  the  elect 
who  believe  in  the  foreordained,  for 
the  footstep  had  an  ominous  sound, 
she  knew  not  why.  It  was  the  par- 
ticular nature  of  the  footstep  that  startled 
her,  for  somehow  it  recalled  a  night 
twenty-two  years  before,  when  her  life 
took  a  turn  in  a  new  direction  and  had 
so  continued.  Now  her  brain  cleared  and 
she  hastened  into  the  hallway  as  the  heavy 
foostep  stopped,  and  a  hand  knocked  on 
the  lintel  of  the  open  door. 

"Come  in,"  she  said.  "What  do  you 
want?"  she  added  quickly  in  slight  agi- 
tation. 

"It's  Bill  Minden,"  was  the  reply. 

"What  do  you  want?"  she  persisted,  her 
voice  a  little  querulous  now. 

"A  word  with  you — just  a  word  or  two," 
was  the  answer. 

"There  were  to  be  no  more  words  for- 
ever," she  rejoined. 

"It's  twenty-two  years,  and  I  want  you 
to  let  me  break  my  promise.  We're  get- 
ting old  and  you  never  can  tell  what'll 
happen,"  Minden  urged. 

She  gave  a  great  sigh.  "Then  wait  till 
I  pull  down  the  blinds  and  light  up,"  was 
her  response. 

"No,  don't  light  up,"  he  pleaded,  step- 
ping inside  the  hallway.  "I  haven't  come 
here  to  do  any  harm,  as  you  know.  It's 
quieter  in  the  dusk;  the  mind  keeps  steady- 
like when  there's  no  light.  It's  like  a 
blanket.  Blind  people  are  always  quiet, 
and  I've  had  to  keep  my  eyes  so  wide  open, 
and  I've  been  going  so  hard  for  so  long, 
that  I  can  stand  more  dark  than  light. 
Eighteen  hours  dark  in  a  day  wouldn't  be 
too  much  for  me  now." 

"You  talk  like  a  poetry-book,"  Mrs. 
Finley  replied  with  hardness  in  her  tone. 
"Seems  like  Askatoon  makes  you  a  bit 
childish." 

An  almost  animal-like  grunt  came  from 
Bill  Minden's  lips.  It  had  protest,  agree- 
ment, anger  and  friendliness  all  in  one; 
but  he  did  not  retort  in  words. 

"I'm  going  to  light  up,"  she  repeated, 
Continued  on  page  79. 


"All  clergy  drunk  at  seven  in 
the   morning?        Deplorable!" 


IT  MAY  have  been,  for  aught  I  know, 
the  change  from  a  wet  to  a  dry  at- 
mosphere. I  am  told  that,  biologi- 
cally, such  things  profoundly  affect  the 
human  system. 

At  any  rate  I  found  it  impossible  that 
night — I  was  on  the  train  from  Montreal 
to  Toronto — to  fall  asleep. 

A  peculiar  wakefulness  seemed  to  have 
seized  upon  me,  which  appeared,  more- 
over, to  afflict  the  other  passengers  as 
well.  In  the  darkness  of  the  car  I  could 
distinctly  hear  them  groaning  at  inter- 
vals. 

"Are  they  ill?"  1  asked,  through  the 
curtains,  of  the  porter  as  he  passed. 

"No,  sir,"  he  said,  "they're  not  ill.  Those 
is  the  Toronto  passengers." 

"All  in  this  car?"  I  asked. 

"All  except  that  gen'lman  you  may 
have  heard  singing  in  the  smoking  com- 
partment. He's  booked  through  to  Chi- 
cago." 

"DUT,  AS  is  usual  in  such  cases,  sleep 
-*-'  came  at  last  with  unusual  heaviness. 
I  seemed  obliterated  from  the  world,  till, 
all  of  a  sudden.  I  found  myself,  as  it  were, 
up  and  dressed  and  seated  in  the  observa- 
tion car  at  the  back  of  the  train,  await- 
ing my  arrival. 

"Is  this  Toronto?"  I  asked  of  the  Pull- 
man conductor,  as  I  peered  through  the 
window  of  the  car. 

The  conductor  rubbed  the  pane  with  his 


In  Dry  Toronto 

As  Told  by  a  Montreal  Man 

Stephen  Leacock 

Who  wrote  "Abdul  Aziz  Has  His,"  Germany 
From  Within,"  etc. 

Ilustrated  by  C.  W.  Jeffreys 


finger  and  looked  out.  "I  think  so,"  he 
said. 

"Do  we  stop  here?"  I  asked. 

"I  think  we  do  this  morning,"  he  an- 
swered. "I  think  I  heard  the  conductor 
say  that  they  had  a  lot  of  milk  cans  to 
put  off  here  this  morning.  I'll  just  go  and 
find  out,  sir." 

"Stop  here!"  broke  in  an  irascible- 
looking  gentleman  in  a  grey  tweed  suit 
who  was  sitting  in  the  next  chair  to  mine. 
"Do  they  stop  here?  I  should  say  they 
did  indeed.  Don't  you  know,"  he  added, 
turning  to  the. Pullman  conductor,  "that 
any  train  is  compelled  to  stop  here. 
There's  a  by-law,  a  municipal  by-law  of 
the  City  of  Toronto,  connpelling  every 
train  to  stop!" 

"I  didn't  know  it,"  said  the  conductor, 
humbly. 

"Do  you  mean  to  say,"  continued  the 
irascible  gentleman,  "that  you  have  never 
read  the  by-laws  of  the  City  of  Toronto?" 

"No,  sir,"  said  the  conductor. 

"The  ignorance  of  these  fellows!"  said 
the  man  in  grey  tweed,  swinging  his 
chair  round  again  towards  me.  "We 
ought  to  have  a  by-law  to  compel  them  to 
read  the  by-laws.  I  must  start  an  agita- 
tion for  it  at  once."  Here  he  took  out  a 
little  red  notebook  and  wrote  something 
in  it,  murmuring:  "We  need  a  new  agita- 
tion anyway." 


PRESENTLY  he  shut  the  book  up  with 
•^  a  snap.  I  noticed  that  there  was  a 
sort  of  peculiar  alacrity  in  everything  he 
did. 

"You,  sir,"  he  said,  "have,  of  course, 
read  our  municipal  by-laws?" 

"Oh,  yes,"  I  answered.  "Splendid, 
aren't  they?     They  read  like  a  romance." 

"You  are  most  flattering  to  our  city," 
said  the  irascible  gentleman  with  a  bow. 
"Yet  you,  sir,  I  take  it,  are  not  from 
Toronto." 

"No,"  I  answered,  as  humbly  as  I  could. 
"I'm  from  Montreal." 

"Ah!"  said  the.  gentleman,  as  he  sat 
back  and  took  a  thorough  look  at  me. 
"From  Montreal?     Are  you  drunk?" 

"No,"  I  replied,  "I  don't  think  so." 

"But  you  are  suffering  for  a  drink," 
said  my  new  acquaintance,  eagerly. 
"You  need  it,  eh?  You  feel  already  a 
kind  of  craving,  eh,  what?" 

"No,"  I  answered.  "The  fact  is  it's 
rather  early  in  the  morning." 

"Quite  so,"  broke  in  the  irascible  gentle- 
man. "But  I  understand  that  in  Montreal 
all  the  saloons  are  open  at  seven,  and 
even  at  that  hour  are  crowded,  sir, 
crowded." 

I  shook  my  head.  "I  think  that  has 
been  exaggerated,"  I  said.  "In  fact,  we 
always  try  to  avoid  crowding  and  jostl- 


ing as  far  as  possible.  It  is  generally 
understood,  as  a  matter  of  politeness,  that 
the  first  place  in  the  line  is  given  to  the 
clergy,  the  Board  of  Trade,  and  the  heads 
of  the  universities." 

"Is  it  conceivable!"  said  the  gentleman 
in  grey.  "One  moment,  please,  till  I  make 
a  note.  'All  clergy'  (I  think  you  said 
•all,  did  you  not?)  'drunk  at  seven  in  the 
morning.'  Deplorable!  But  here  we  are 
at  the  Union  Station — commodious,  is  it 
not?  Justly  admired,  in  fact,  all  over  the 
known  world.  Observe,"  he  continued  as 
we  alighted  from  the  train  and  made  our 
way  into  the  station,  "the  upstairs  and 
the  downstairs,  connected  by  flights  of 
stairs — quite  unique  and  most  conveni- 
ent— if  you  don't  meet  your  friends  down- 
stairs all  you  have  to  do  is  to  look  up- 
stairs. If  they  are  not  there,  you  simply 
come  down  again.  But  stop,  you  are 
going  to  walk  up  the  street?  I'll  go  with 
you." 

A  T  THE  outer  door  of  the  station — 
-'*■  just  as  I  had  remembered  it — stood 
a  group  of  hotel  bus-men  and  porters. 

But  how  changed ! 

They  were  like  men  blasted  by  a  great 
sorrow.  One,  with  his  back  turned,  was 
leaning  against  a  post,  his  head  buried 
on  his  arm. 

"Prince  George  Hotel,"  he  groaned  at 
intervals,  "Prince  George  Hotel." 

Another  was  bending  over  a  little 
handrail,  his  head  sunk,  his  arms  almost 
trailing  to  the  ground. 

"King  Edward,"  he  sobbed,  "King  Ed- 
ward." 

A  third,  seated  on  a  stool,  looked  feebly 
up,  with  tears  visible  in  his  eyes. 

"Walker  House,"  he  moaned.  "First- 
class  accommodation  for "     Then  he 

broke  down  and  cried. 

"Take  this  handbag,"  I  said  to  one  of 
the  men,  "to  the  Prince  George," 

The  man  ceased  his  groaning  for  a  mo- 
ment and  turned  to  me  with  something 
like  passion. 

"Why  do  you  come  to  us?"  he  protest- 
ed. "Why  not  go  to  one  of  the  others. 
Go  to  him,"  he  added,  as  he  stirred  with 
his  foot  a  miserable  being  who  lay  hud- 
dled on  the  ground  murmuring  at  inter- 
vals, "Queen's!  Queen's  Hotel." 

But  my  new  friend,  who  stood  at  my 
elbow,  came  to  my  rescue. 

"Take  his  bag,"  he  said,  "you've  got  to. 
You  know  the  by-law.  Take  it  or  I'll  call 
a  policeman.  You  know  me.  My  name's 
Narrowpath.     I'm  on  the  council." 

The  man  touched  his  hat  and  took  the 
bag  with  ,a  murmured  apology. 

"Come  along,"  said  my  companion, 
whom  I  now  perceived  to  be  a  person  of 
dignity  and  civic  importance.     "I'll  walk 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


up  with  you,  and  show  you  the  city  as  we 
go." 

WE  HAD  hardly  got  well  upon  the 
street  before  I  realized  the  enorm- 
ous change  that  total  prohibition  had 
effected.  Everywhere  were  the  bright 
smiling  faces  of  working  people,  laugh- 
ing and  singing  at  their  tasks  and,  early 
though  it  was,  cracking  jokes  and  asking 
one  another  riddles  as  they  worked. 

I  noticed  one  man,  evidently  a  city  em- 
ployee, in  a  rough  white  suit,  busily  clean- 
ing the  street  with  a  broom  and  singing 
to  himself: 

"How  does  the  little  busy  bee  improve  the 
shining  hour." 

Another  employee  who  was  handling  a 
little  hose  was  singing: 

"Little  drops  ot  water,  little  grains  of  sand. 
Tra,  la,  la,  la,  la  la,  Prohibition's  grand." 

"Why  do  they  sing?"  I  asked.  "Are 
they  crazy?" 

"Sing?"  said  Mr.  Narrowpath.  "They 
cannot  help  it.  They  haven't  had  a  drink 
of  whiskey  for  four  months." 

A  coal  cart  went  by  with  a  driver,  no 
longer  grimy  and  smudged,  but  neatly 
dressed  with  a  high  white  collar  and  a 
white  silk  tie. 

My  companion  pointed  at  him  as  he 
passed.  "Hasn't  had  a  glass  of  beer  for 
four  months,"he  said.  "Notice  the  differ- 
ence? That  man's  work  is  now  a  pleas- 
ure to  him.  He  used  to  spend  all  his 
evenings  sitting  round  the  back  parlours 
of  the  saloons  beside  the  stove.  Now  what 
do  you  think  he  does?" 

"I  have  no  idea." 

"Loads  up  his  cart  with  coal  and  goes 
for  a  drive — out  in  the  country.  Ah,  sir, 
you  who  live  still  under  the  curse  of  the 
whisky  traffic,  little  know  what  a  pleas- 
ure work  itself  becomes  when  drink  and 
all  that  goes  with  it  is  eliminated.     Do 


you  see  that  man,  on  the  other  side  of  the 
street,  with  the  tool  bag?" 

"Yes,"  I  said.  "A  plumber,  is  he  not?" 
"Exactly,  a  plumber — used  to  drink 
heavily — couldn't  keep  a  job  more  than  a 
week.  Now,  you  can't  drag  him  from  his 
work  —  came  to  my  house  to  fix  a  pipe 
under  the  kitchen  sink — wouldn't  quit  at 
six  o'clock — got  in  under  the  sink  and 
begged  to  be  allowed  to  stay  —  said  he 
hated  to  go  home.  We  had  to  drag  him 
out  with  a  rope.  But  here  we  are  at  your 
hotel." 

WE    ENTERED.     But  how   changed 
the  place  seemed.     Our  feet  echoed 
on  the  flagstones  of  the  deserted  rotunda. 
At  the  office  desk  sat  a  clerk,   silent 
and  melancholy,  reading  the  bible.     He 
put  a  marker  in  the  book  and  closed  it, 
murmuring,  "Leviticus  Two." 
Then  he  turned  to  us. 
"Can  I  have  a  room,"  I  asked,  "on  the 
first  floor?" 

A  tear  welled  up  into  the  clerk's  eye. 
"You  can  have  the  whole  first  floor," 
he  said.    And  he  added,  with  a  half  sob, 
"and  the  second,  too,  if  you  like." 

I  could  not  help  contrasting  his  man- 
ner with  what  it  was  in  the  old  days,  when 
the  mere  mention  of  a  room  used  to  throw 
him  into  a  fit  of  passion,  and  when  he  used 
to  tell  me  that  I  could  have  a  cot  on  the 
roof  till  Tuesday,  and  after  that,  perhaps, 
a  bed  in  the  stable. 

Things  had  changed   indeed. 
"Can    I    get    breakfast    in    the    grill 
room?"  I  inquired  of  the  melancholy  clerk. 
He  shook  his  head  sadly. 
"There  is  no  grill  room,"  he  answered. 
"What  would  you  like?" 

"Oh,  some  sort  of  eggs,"  I  said,  "and — " 
The  clerk  reached  down  below  his  desk 
and  handed  me  a  hard-boiled  egg  with  the 
shell  off. 

"Here's  your  egg,"  he  said.  And 
there's  ice  water  there  at  the  end  of  the 
desk." 

H&  sat  back  in  his  chair  and  went  on 
•eading. 

"You  don't  understand,"  said  Mr. 
Narrowpath,  who  still  stood  at  my  elbow. 
"All  that  elaborate  grill  room  breakfast 
business  was  just  a  mere  relic  of  the 
drinking  days — sheer  waste  of  time  and 
loss  of  efficiency.  Go  on  and  eat  your 
egg.  Eaten  it?  Now,  don't  you  feel 
efficient?  What  more  do  you  want?  Com- 
fort, you  say?     My  dear  sir:  More  men 


They  were  like 
men  blasted  by  a 
great  sorrow. 


have  been  ruined  by  comfort  —  Great 
Heavens,  comfort!  the  most  dangerous, 
deadly  drug  that  ever  undermined  the 
human  race.  But,  here,  drink  your  water. 
Now,  you're  ready  to  go  and  do  your  busi- 
ness, if  you  have  any." 

"But,"  I  protested,  "it's  still  only  half- 
past  seven  in  the  morning — no  offices  will 
be  open " 

"Open!"  exclaimed  Mr.  Narrowpath. 
"Why!  they  all  open  at  daybreak  now." 

T  HAD,  it  is  true,  a  certain  amount  of 
-'■  business  before  me,  though  of  no  very 
intricate  or  elaborate  kind — a  few  simple 
arrangements  with  the  head  of  a  publish- 
ing house  such  as  it  falls  to  my  lot  to 
make  every  now  and  then.  Yet  in  the  old 
and  unregenerate  days  it  used  to  take  all 
day  to  do  it.  The  wicked  thing  that  we 
used  to  call  a  comfortable  breakfast  in 
the  hotel  grill  room  somehow  carried  one 
on  to  about  ten  o'clock  in  the  morning. 
Breakfast  brought  with  it  the  need  of  a 
cigar  for  digestion's  sake  and  with  that, 
for  very  restfulness,  a  certain  perusal  of 
the  Toronto  Globe,  properly  corrected  and 
rectified  by  a  look  through  the  Toronto 
Mail.  After  that  it  had  been  my  practice 
to  stroll  along  to  my  publishers'  office  at 
about  eleven-thirty,  transact  my  business, 
over  a  cigar,  with  the  genial  gentleman 
at  the  head  of  it,  and  then  accept  his  in- 
vitation to  lunch,  with  the  feeling  that  a 
man  who  has  put  in  a  hard  and  strenuous 
morning's  work  is  entitled  to  a  few  hours 
of  relaxation. 

I  am  inclined  to  think  that,  in  those 
reprehensible  by-gone  times,  many  other 
people  did  their  business  in  this  same  way. 

"I  don't  think,"  I  said  to  Mr.  Narrow- 
path  musingly,  "that  my  publisher  will 
be  up  as  early  as  this.  He's  a  comfort- 
able sort  of  man." 

"Nonsense!"  said  Mr.  Narrowpath. 
"Not  at  work  at  half-past  seven!  In 
Toronto?  The  thing's  absurd.  Where  is 
the  office?  Richmond  Street?  Come 
along,  I'll  go  with  you.  I've  always  a 
great  liking  for  attending  to  other 
people's  business." 

"I  see  you  have,"  I  said. 

"It's  our  way  here,"  said  Mr.  Narrow- 
path  with  a  wave  of  his  hand.  "Every 
man's  business,  as  we  see  it,  is  every- 
body else's  business.  Come  along,  you'll  be 
surprised  how  quickly  your  business  will 
be  done." 

Mr.  Narrowpath  was  right. 

AjY  PUBLISHER'S  office,  as  we  en- 
tered it,  seemed  a  changed  place. 
Activity  and  efficiency  was  stamped  all 
over  it.  My  good  friend  the  publisher 
was  not  only  there,  but  there  with  his 
coat  oflF,  inordinately  busy,  bawling  orders 
(evidently  meant  for  a  printing  room) 
through  a  speaking  tube.  "Yes,"  he  was 
shouting,  "put  WHISKEY  in  black  letter 
capitals,  old  English,  double  size,  set  it 
up  to  look  attractive,  with  the  legend 
Made  in  Toronto  in  long  clear  type  under- 
neath  " 

"Excuse  me,"  he  said,  as  he  broke  oflT 
for  a  moment.  "We've  got  a  lot  of  stuff 
going  through  the  press  this  morning — a 
big  distillery  catalogue  that  we  are  rush- 
ing through.  We're  doing  all  we  can.  Mr. 
Narrowpath,"  he  continued,  speaking 
with  the  deference  due  to  a  member  of 
the  City  Council,  "to  boom  Toronto  as  a 
Whiskey  Centre." 

"Quite  right,  quite  right!"  said  my 
companion,  rubbing  his  hands. 

"And  now,  professor,"  added  the  pub- 


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Usher,  speaking  with  rapidity,  "your 
contract  is  all  here— only  need's  signing 
— I  won't  keep  you  more  than  a  moment — 
write  your  name  here — Miss  Sniggins  will 
you  please  witness  this  so  help  you  God 
how's  everything  in  Montreal  good  morn- 
ing." 

"Pretty  quick,  wasn't  it?"  said  Mr. 
Narrowpath,  as  we  stood  in  the  street 
again. 

"Wonderful!"  I  said,  feeling  almost 
dazed.  "Why,  I  shall  be  able  to  catch  the 
morning  train  back  again  to  Montreal — " 

"Precisely.  Just  what  everybody  finds. 
Business  done  in  no  time.  Men  who  used 
to  spend  whole  days  here,  clear  out  now 
in  fifteen  minutes.  I  knew  a  man  whose 
business  efficiency  has  so  increased  under 
our  new  regime  that  he  says  he  wouldn't 
spend  more  than  five  minutes  in  Toronto 
if  he  were  paid  to." 

»*r>  UT  WHAT  is  this?"  I  asked  as  we 

*J  were  brought  to  a  pause  in  our  walk 
at  a  street  crossing  by  a  great  block  of 
vehicles.  "What  are  all  these  drays? 
Surely,  those  look  like  barrels  of  whis- 
key!" 

"So  they  are,"  said  Mr.  Narrowpath, 
proudly.  "Export  whiskey.  Fine  sight, 
isn't  it?  Must  be  what'.'  —  twenty  — 
twenty-five? — loads  of  it.  This  place, 
sir,  mark  my  words,  is  going  to  prove, 
with  its  new  energy  and  enterprise,  one 
of  the  greatest  seats  of  the  distillery 
business.  In  fact,  the  whiskey  capital  of 
the  North " 

"But  I  thought,"  I  interrupted,  much 
puzzled,  "that  whiskey  was  prohibited 
here  since  last  September?" 

"Export  whiskey  —  export,  my  dear 
sir,"  corrected  Mr.  Narrowpath.  "We 
don't  interfere,  we  have  never,  so  far  as 
I  know,  proposed  to  interfere  with  any 
man's  right  to  make  and  export  whiskey 
That,  sir,  is  a  plan  matter  of  business; 
morality  doesn't  enter  into  it." 

"I  see,"  I  answered.  "But  will  you 
please  tell  me  what  is  the  meaning  of  this 
other  crowd  of  drays  coming  in  the  op- 
posite direction?  Surely,  those  are  beer 
barrels,  are  they  not?" 

"In  a  sense  they  are,"  admitted  Mr. 
Narrowpath.  "That  is,  they  are  import 
beer.  It  comes  in  from  some  other  pro- 
vince. It  was,  I  imagine,  made  in  this 
city    (our   breweries,   sir,    are    second   to 

none),  but  the  sin  of  selling  it "  here 

Mr.  Narrowpath  raised  his  hat  from  his 
head  and  stood  for  a  moment  in  a  rever- 
ential attitude — "rests  on  the  heads  of 
others." 

THE  PRESS  of  vehicles  had  now  thin- 
ned out  and  we  moved  on,  my  guide 
still  explaining  in  some  detail  the  distinc- 
tion between  business  principles  and 
moral  principles,  between  whiskey  as  a 
curse  and  whiskey  as  a  source  of  profit, 
which  I  found  myself  unable  to  compre- 
hend. 

At  length  I  ventured  to  interrupt. 

"Yet  it  seems  almost  a  pity,"  I  said, 
"that,  jwith  all  this  beer  and  whiskey 
around,  an  unregenerate  sinner  like  my- 
self should  be  prohibited  from  getting  a 
drink." 

"A  drink!"  exclaimed  Mr.  Narrowpath. 
"Well,  I  should  say  so.  Come  right  in 
here.     You  can  have  anything  you  want." 

We  stepped  through  a  street  door  into 
a  large  long  room. 

"Why!"  I  exclaimed  in  surprise.  "This 
is  a  bar!" 

"Nonsense!"  said  my  friend.  "The  bar 
in  this  province  is  forbidden.    We've  done 


Aa  a  matter  of  politeness 
the  first  place  in  the  lint 
is  given  to  the  clergy,  the 
"Board  of  Trade  and  the 
heads   of   the   universitiesi. 


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with  the  foul  thing,  forever.  This  is  an 
Import  Shipping  Company's  Delivery 
Office." 

"But  this  long  counter " 

"It's  not  a  counter,  it's  a  desk." 

"And  that  bar-tender  in  his  white 
jacket " 

"Tut!  Tut!  He's  not  a  bar-tender. 
He's  an  Import  Goods  Delivery  Clerk." 

"What'll  you  have,  gents?"  said  the 
Import  Clerk,  polishing  a  glass  as  he 
spoke. 

'Two  whiskeys  and  sodas,"  said  my 
friend.     "Long  ones." 

The  Import  Clerk  mixed  the  drinks  and 
set  them  on  the  desk. 

I  was  about  to  take  one  but  he  inter- 
rupted.   "One  minute,  sir,"  he  said. 

THEN  he  took  up  a  desk  telephone  that 
stood  beside  him  and  I  heard  him 
calling  up  Montreal.  "Hello.  Montreal. 
Is  that  Montreal?  Well,  say,  I've  just  re- 
ceived an  offer  here  for  two  whiskeys  and 
sodas  at  sixty  cents,  shall  I  close  with  it? 
All  right,  gentlemen,  Montreal  has  effect- 
ed the  sale.     There  vou  are." 

"Dreadful,  isn't  it?"  said  Mr.  Narrow- 
path.  "The  sunken,  depraved  condition 
of  your  City  of  Montreal;  actually  selling 
whiskey.  Deplorable!"  And  with  that 
he  buried  his  face  in  the  bubbles  of  the 
whiskey  and  soda. 

"Mr.  Narrowpath,"  I  said,  "would  you 
mind  telling  me  something?  I  fear  I 
am  a  little  confused,  after  what  I  have 
seen  here,  as  to  what  your  new  legislation 
has  been.  You  have  not  then,  I  under- 
stand, prohibited  the  making  of  whiskey?" 

"Oh,  no.  we  see  no  harm  in  that." 

"Nor  the  sale  of  it." 

"Certainly  not,"  said  Mr.  Narrowpath, 
"not  if  sold  properly." 


"Nor  the  drinking  of  it?" 

"Oh,  no,  that  least  of  all.  We  attach  no 
harm  whatever,  under  our  law,  to  the 
mere  drinking  of  whiskey." 

"Would  you  tell  me,  then,"  I  asked, 
"since  you  have  not  forbidden  the  making, 
nor  the  selling,  nor  the  buying,  nor  the 
drinking  of  whiskey — just  what  it  is  that 
you  have  prohibited?  What  is  the  differ- 
ence between   Montreal  and  Toronto?" 

Mr.  Narrowpath  put  down  his  glass  on 
the  "desk"  in  front  of  him.  He  gazed  at 
me  with  open-mouthed  astonishment. 

"Toronto?"  he  gasped.  "Montreal  and 
Toronto!  The  difference  between  Mont- 
real and  Toronto — my  dear  sir — Toronto 

—Toronto " 

I  stood  waiting  for  him  to  explain.  But 
as  I  did  so  I  seemed  to  become  aware  that 
a  voice — not  Mr.  Narrowpath's,  but  a 
voice  close  to  my  ear  was  repeating,  "To- 
ronto— Toronto — Toronto." 

I  sat  up  with  a  start — still  in  my  berth 
in  the  Pullman  car — with  the  voice  of  the 
porter  calling  through  the  curtains,  "To- 
ronto— Toronto." 


So!  It  had  only  been  a  dream.  I 
pulled  up  the  blind  and  looked  out  of  the 
window  and  there  was  the  good  old  city, 
with  the  bright  sun  sparkling  on  its 
church  spires  and  on  the  bay  spreading 
out  at  its  feet.  It  looked  quite  unchanged, 
just  the  same  pleasant  old  place,  as  cheer- 
ful, as  self-conceited,  as  kindly,  as  hospi- 
table, as  quarrelsome,  as  wholesome,  as 
moral  and  as  loyal  and  as  disagreeable  as 
it  always  was. 

"Porter,"  I  said,  "is  it  true  that  there 
is  prohibition  here  now?" 

The  porter  shook  his  head. 

"I  ain't  heard  of  it,"  he  said. 


Views  of  the  big  live- 
masted  schooner  "Letitia 
L.  Mackay,"  one  of  many 
similar  ships  being  built  on 
the  coast  of  Nova  Scotia. 


IT  IS  never  wise  to  make  absolute  state- 
ments. Just  before  the  war  a  writer 
in  a  monumental  work  on  the  history 
of  Canada  set  down  in  cold  type  the  fol- 
lowing emphatic  assertion : 

"Shipbuilding  in  Canada  is  an  in- 
dustry that  in  one  sense  has  passed 
away,  but  in  another  is  just  begin- 
ning. Wooden  shipbuilding  is  gone 
beyond  recall;  the  building  of  steel 
vessels  is  in  its  infancy.  The  ship's 
carpenter  has  departed  forever  from 
the  oncebusy  shipyards  of  Quebec  and 
Maritime  Provinces,  but  the  Atlantic 
nJ^  and  the  Pacific  ports  and  the  ports  on 
I  the  Great  Lakes,  where  iron  and  coal 
can  be  cheaply  assembled,  are  begin- 
ning to  resound  with  the  clang  of  the 
ship  foundry  and  the  incessant  din 
of  the  pneumatic  riveters.  The  story 
of  Canadian  shipbuilding  is  thus  both 
a  retrospect  and  a  prospect." 

Strange  that  these  words,  penned  with 
such  assurance  three  years  ago,  believed 
at  the  time  to  be  absolutely  correct  not 
alone  by  the  author,  but  by  every  one  who 
gave  the  subject  a  moment's  thought, 
should  so  soon  be  controverted  in  so  far 
at  least  as  they  applied  to  the  building  of 
wooden  ships.  For  this  supposedly  de- 
funct industry  has  been  revived.  On  both 
the  Atlantic  and  Pacific  coasts  wooden 
ships  are  again  being  built.  And  in  num- 
bers and  in  tonnage  the  vessels  of  1916 
will  not  fall  far  short  of  those  of  the 
banner  years  of  the  nineteenth  century. 

No,  in  spite  of  the  judgment  of  the  his- 
torian of  three  years  ago,  wooden  ship- 
building has  not  receded  on  the 
swift-moving  current  of  time  beyond 
the  poirt  where  its  recall  has  proved  an 
impossibility,  nor  have  the  ship's  car- 
penters departed  forever  from  those  fam- 
ous old  shipyards  that  once  on  a  time 
dotted  the  coasts  of  New  Brunswick  and 
Nova  Scotia.  Temporary  the  revival  may 
prove — an  expedient  to  serve  the  press- 
ing needs  of  wartime — but  here  it  is,  a 


Canada's  Boom  in  Shipbuilding 

The  Romantic  Revival  of  a  One-Time 
Prosperous  Industry 

ByW.A.Craick    ' 

Nova  Scotia;  at  Yarmouth,  Digby  and 
St.  John  on  the  Bay  of  Fundy;  at  Dal- 
housie,  Newcastle  and  Bathurst  on  the 
New  Brunswick  coast  of  the  Gulf  of  St. 
Lawrence,  flourishing  shipyards  were 
presently  in  operation. 

THE  output  was  astonishingly  large, 
i'or  instance,  in  the  year  laoO  in  the 
county  of  Lunenburg  alone  twenty -two 
vessels  of  a  gross  tonnage  of  o,138  tons 
ware  launched.  Between  1840  and  1883, 
over  two  hundred  ships  were  build  at  New 
Glasgow.  At  Bathurst  in  the  heyday  of 
the  industry  it  was  no  uncommon  sight  to 
see  from  five  to  ten  of  the  largest  class  of 
merchant  ships  on  the  stocks  at  the  same 
time.  St.  John  in  the  early  seventies 
ranked  as  the  fourth  port  in  the  Briti:>h 
Empire  in  respect  of  the  ownership  of 
vessels.  And  in  1865  it  is  reported  that 
294  ships  worth  two  and  a  half  million 
dollars  were  built  in  Nova  Scotia.  These 
are  disjointed  facts,  but  they  serve  to 
give  some  idea  of  the  really  remarkable 
extent  of  the  shipbuilding  industry  on 
the  east  coast  of  Canada  in  the  middle  of 
the  last  century. 

There  is  a  fascinating  story  to  be  writ- 
ten of  the  palmy  mid-nineteenth-century 
days  of  Nova  Scotia  shipping,  and  wrapt 
up  with  the  tales  of  how  bluenose  clippers, 
sailed  by  bluenose  crews,  raced  into 
practically  every  port  in  the  world,  there 
is  the  scarcely  less  absorbing  account  of 
how  these  fine  sailing  vessels  were  fash- 
ioned in  the  shipyards  of  the  east  coast. 
In  thousands  of  homes  in  Maritime  ports 
and  fishing  villages  hang  quaint  pictures 
of  these  old  ships,  now  vanished  forever 
from  the  ocean  tracks.  But  the  memory 
of  the  adventurous  sailing  days  still 
lingers  in  the  minds  of  the  veteran  skip- 
pers and  their  crews,  many  of  whom  are 
still  living  in  hale  and  hearty  old  age. 

IT  SEEMS  almost  incredible  that  an 
almost  exact  replica  of  these  former 
activities  is  again  being  staged  in  Nova 
Scotia.  The  evolution  of  the  steel  freight- 
er apparently  sounded  the  death  knell  of 
the  wooden  ship  years  ago.  Yet  abnormal 
conditions  have  been  created  by  the  war. 
Not  alone  has  there  been  serious  loss 
of  shipping  through  submarine  warfare, 
necessitating  the  rapid  substitution  of 
new  vessels,  but  the  cost  of  construction 
of  steel  ships  has  advanced  enormously. 
In  Great  Britain  the  requirements  of  the 
Admiralty  take  precedence  and  the  ability 
of  the  British  shipyards  to  turn  out  mer- 
chantmen is  correspondingly  limited. 

Of  course  the  immediate  influence  which 
has  impelled  old-time  shipbuilders  in  the 
Maritime  Provinces  to  clear  up  and  repair 
their  dismantled  and  grass-grown  yards 
and  to  resume  once  again  the  occupation 
of  their  earlier  years  has  been  the  high 
freight  rates  on  ocean  tonnage  resulting 
from  the  scarcity  of  shipping.  So  high 
have  these  rates  climbed  that  a  single 
trans-Atlantic  voyage  is  often  profitable 
enough  to  make  good  the  cost  of  a  ship. 


lusty,  stirring  enterprise,  one  of  the  most 
interesting  developments  of  the  present 
day  in  Canada. 

SHIPBUILDING  is  an  industry  as  old 
almost  as  the  history  of  the  country 
itself.  Back  in  the  romantic  days  of  the 
French  regime,  many  a  stout  vessel, 
fashioned  from  wood,  hewn  from  the  vir- 
gin forests  of  Quebec,  was  launched  into 
the  current  of  the  lordly  St.  Lawrence. 
The  Royal  shipyards  at  the  mouth  of  the 
St.  Charles  became  scenes  of  vast  activ- 
ity. Not  alone  were  merchantmen  of 
goodly  tonnage  constructed,  but  men  of 
war,  mounting  some  of  them  as  many  as 
seventy-two  guns,  were  designed  and 
built  for  the  service  of  His  French  Ma- 
jesty. 

Quebec  continued  to  be  a  famous  ship- 
building centre  after  the  conquest,  for  it 
possessed  all  the  resources  necessary  to 
maintain  such  an  industry.  The  number 
and  the  tonnage  of  the  vesseds  construct- 
ed in  the  yards  up  and  down  the  river 
grew  steadily.  By  the  end  of  the  first 
quarter  of  the  nineteenth  century,  ships 
of  four  and  five  hundred  tons  were  no 
longer  marvels.  By  the  end  of  the  second 
quarter  the  number  of  establishments 
engaged  in  the  building  of  ships  had  in- 
creased to  twenty-five;  the  annual  out- 
put to  between  fifty  and  sixty  large  sail- 
ing vessels;  and  the  number  of  artisans 
employed  to  five  thousand.  Only  towards 
the  end  of  the  third  quarter  did  serious 
evidences  of  decay  in  what  had  developed 
into  such  a  picturesque  and  thriving  in- 
dustry begin  to  appear. 

Meanwhi'e  a  similar  industry  had 
sprung  into  existence  in  what  are  now 
known  as  the  Maritime  Provinces.  Where- 
ever  timber  could  be  floated  down  rivers 
to  the  coast,  there  a  shipbuilding  enter- 
prise not  infrequently  developed.  At  the 
end  of  the  Petitcodiac,  where  the  City  of 
Moncton  now  stands;  at  Pictou  and  New 
Glasgow:  at  Halifax,  Liverpool,  Lunen- 
burg and  Shelburne,  on  the  south  coast  of 


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It  is  estimated  that  there  are  at  least 
two  score  good-sized  wooden  sailing  ves- 
sels under  construction  at  present  at  vari- 
ous points  in  the  Maritime  Provinces.  In 
the  county  of  IJigby  alone,  seven  ships, 
ranging  in  size  from  three  hundred  to  five 
hundred  and  fifty  tons  are  being  built — 
two  at  Meteghan,  one  at  Meteghan  River, 
one  at  Grosse  Coque,  one  at  Little  Brook 
and  two  at  Belliveau's  Cove.  These  are 
all  small  French  Acadian  villages  lying 
along  the  Bay  of  Fundy  shore,  inhabited 
by  stout  fisherfolk,  who  are  exceedingly 
handy  at  everything  connected  with  boats 
and  the  sea. 

Moving  around  to  the  south  shore,  one 
finds  on  the  stocks  at  Shelburne  six  ships; 
at  Liverpool  about  the  same  number,  and 
at  Lunenburg,  four.  Smaller  points  will 
accouYit  for  some  six  or  seven  more,  giv- 
ing for  the  western  counties  of  Nova 
Scotia,  a  total  of  thirty.  In  the  counties 
of  Cumberland  and  Colchester  on  the  St. 
Lawrence  side  of  the  province  several 
more  vessels  are  being  built,  so  that  the 
estimate  of  forty  all  told  is  about  correct. 

One  of  the  largest  of  these  east  coast 
ships  is  the  "Letitia  L.  Mackay,"  which 
was  launched  at  Meteghan  in  December. 
She  is  being  built  to  the  order  of  A.  B. 
Mackay,  the  Hamilton  shipowner.  A  de- 
scription of  this  fine  large  vessel  will 
give  some  idea  of  the  general  run  of  the 
ships  on  the  ways  in  Nova  Scotia. 

T  T  MAY  be  asked  how  such  a  ship  com- 
■*•  pares  with  the  old-time  vessels  launch 
ed  from  the  Nova  Scotia  shipyards.  As  a 
matter  of  fact,  it  is  considerably  under 
the  average.  In  the  early  days  of  ship- 
building, vessels  as  large  as  2,400  tons  or 
six  times  bigger  than  the  "Letitia  L.  Mac- 
kay" were  sometimes  constructed.  To- 
day such  giants  could  not  likely  be  pro- 
duced because  it  would  be  difficult  to  ob- 
tain the  timber.  At  the  same  time  Mari- 
time shipbuilders  believe  that  it  would  be 
possible  to  import  wood  from  British 
Columbia  and  still  build  ships  as  cheaply 
as  they  could  be  constructed  on  the  Paci- 
fic Coast — this,  because  of  the  cheapness 
of  labor.  Its  dimensions  are  165  ft. 
length,  36  ft.  beam;  14  ft.  hold,  with  568 
net  tons  register  and  1,150  tons  dead 
weight.  With  the  exception  of  the  spars, 
booms  and  bowsprit,  which  are  of  Oregon 
fir,  and  the  stem  and  stern  post  and  rud- 
der stock,  which  are  of  imported  oak,  all 
the  wood  used  in  construction  was  ob- 
tained in  the  neighborhood.  The  frames 
are  of  birch;  the  planking  and  decks  of 
spruce  and  the  knees  of  hacmatack.  The 
canvas  will  be  made  in  Yarmouth  and  all 
the  iron  and  steel  required  will  be  obtained 
in  Sydney.  The  wire  rigging,  anchors 
and  chains  come  from  "England  and  the 
copper  from  the  United  States.  The 
schooner,  which  carries  four  masts,  will 
be  equipped  with  a  gasoline  engine  for 
handling  the  sails  and  cargo. 

The  labor  question  is  an  interesting 
one.  When  shipbuilding  was  at  its  height 
between  1850  and  1875,  nearly  every- 
body in  the  Maritime  Provinces  worked 
in  the  shipyards  or  at  some  of  the  trades 
connected  either  directly  or  indirectly 
with  them.  To-day  comparatively  few 
of  the  old  workmen  are  alive.  It  has  been 
necessary  to  hunt  all  over  the  country  for 
such  of  them  as  are  still  able  to  work. 
And  worried  shipbuilders  have  had  to 
trace  others  to  the  United  States  and  in- 
duce them  to  come  back.  Then  to  supple- 
ment this  skilled  labor,  new  hands  have 
had  to  be  broken  in,  all  of  which  has  taken 


time  and  delayed  construction.  In  the 
case  of  the  "Letitia  L.  Mackay,"  it  was 
over  seven  months  between  the  keel-laying 
and  the  launching. 

jD  UT  THE  revival  of  wooden  shipbuild- 
■L*  ing  has  not  been  confined  to  the  At- 
lantic coast.  It  has  its  exemplification  as 
well  on  the  Pacific  coast.  There  the  ship- 
ping famine  has  made  itself  even  more 
severely  felt.  An  absolute  lack  of  bot- 
toms in  which  to  carry  British  Columbia 
timber  to  the  antipodes  and  other  distant 
markets  has  completely  paralyzed  the 
Western  province's  foremost  industry. 
The  great  coast  sawmills  have  been  closed 
,down;  thousands  of  lumberjacks  have 
been  thrown  out  of  employment;  every 
occupation  dependent  on  lumbering  has 
suffered  loss — all  because  it  has  been  im- 
possible to  keep  the  output  moving  freely 
from  British  Columbia  producer  to  Anti- 
podean consumer. 

In  the  east,  the  building  of  wooden 
ships  has  been  wholly  the  'result  of  in- 
dividual enterprise.  In  the  west  it  is  an 
undertaking  in  which  the  whole  popu- 
lation of  a  great  province  is  vitally  inter- 
ested.    The   welfare   of   the   entire   com- 


munity was  dependent  on  the  obtaining: 
of  adequate  shipping  facilities  and,  to 
compass  this  desirable  object,  the  legis- 
lature itself  took  action  to  bring  about 
the  construction  of  a  fleet  of  timber  car- 
riers. To-day  that  fleet  is  being  rapidly 
evolved.  The  first  of  twenty-five  vessels 
is  to  be  launched  in  December  and  from 
then  on,  until  the  complement  is  complete, 
from  one  to  three  sister  ships  are  to  be 
put  in   the  water   monthly. 

Big  men  in  the  Canadian  transporta- 
tion field  have  come  to  the  assistance  of 
British  Columbia  in  its  emergency.  They 
were  on  the  ground  when  the  shipping 
bill  was  enacted  into  law  in  the  dying 
moments  of  the  last  legislature.  They  im- 
mediately set  in  motion  machinery  that 
within  a  month  turned  idle  shipyards  at 
North  Vancouver  and  at  Victoria  into 
hives  of  industry.  One  of  them  was 
James  Carruthers,  head  of  the  Canada 
Steamship  Lines;  another  was  J.  W.  Nor- 
cross,  managing  director  of  that  import- 
ant organization.  James  Whalen,  pres- 
ident of  the  ship-building  company  oper- 
ating at  Port  Arthur;  M.  J.  Haney,  the 
well-known  contractor;  and  Roy  M. 
Wolvin,  grain  operator  and  great  lakes 


The  immense 
size  of  the  B.  C. 
timber  carriers 
is  well  illustrat- 
ed by  these  pic- 
tures —  above^ 
the  spacious  hold 
of  the  "Mabel 
Brown"  —  below 
the  rudder  box 
of  another  ship, 
its  height  con- 
trasting with 
that  of  the  man 
standing  at  its 
base. 


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MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


Three  mammoth  wooden  vessels,  being  built  at  North  Vancouver. 


transportation  man,  were  all  interested; 
and  so,  too,  was  Sir  Trevor  Dawson,  man- 
aging director  of  the  famous  Vickers 
shipyards  in  London  and  Montreal. 

ORGANIZATION  of  a  powerful  cor- 
poration that  would  build  and  operate 
a  fleet  of  ships  under  the  terms  of  the 
B.C.  Shipping  Act  was  a  trifling  afl'air. 
There  emerged,  under  the  aegis  of  the 
Secretary  of  State,  the  Canadian  West 
Coast  Navigation  Company,  Limited, — 
capital,  two  and  one-half  million  dollars; 
purpose,  to  engage  in  business  as  a  ship- 
ping and  transportation  company.  Within 
a  month,  the  keel  of  the  company's  first 
ship,  the  Mabel  Brown,  was  laid  in  the 
new  yards  of  the  Wallace  Shipbuilding 
Company  at  North  Vancouver.  As  quick- 
ly as  the  ground  could  be  prepared  and 
equipment  assembled,  the  work  of  con- 
struction of  five  sister  ships  was  begun, 
while  across  the  straits  in  the  yards  of 
the  Cameron-Genoa  Mills  at  Victoria, 
two  more  vessels  of  identical  design  were 
laid  down. 

What  was  the  magic  that  has  wrought 
such  marvellous  works?  It  is  evidently 
to  be  found  in  the  long-winded  legal 
phraseology  of  the  British  Columbia 
Shipping  Act.  This  notable  measure  con- 
tains three  significant  provisions.  First, 
it  offers  a  bonus  or  subsidy  on  each  of  the 
first  twenty-five  ships  built  in  the  province 
after  the  passing  of  the  Act  Second,  it 
makes  available  government  loans  on  the 
security  of  the  vessels  thus  constructed. 
Third,  it  extends  the  privileges  of  a 
governmental  guarantee  to  any  bond  issue 
that  may  be  made  by  companies  organ- 
ized to  engage  in  the  construction  of 
vessels  intended  for  British  Columbia 
export  trade. 

It  is  the  first  of  these  three  provisions 
that  has  attracted  eastern  capital  to  the 
province.  Look  at  it  a  little  more  closely. 
Clause  53,  it  is  called,  and  it  runs  in  this 


fashion:  "In  aid  of  the  shipbuilding  in- 
dustry of  the  Province  there  shall  be  paid 
to  the  owner  of  each  ship  up  to  a  number 
of  ships  not  exceeding  twenty-five  or  such 
further  number  as  the  Legislature  shall 
provide  for — these  vessels  to  be  built  after 
the  act  comes  into  effect — a  subsidy  in  ten 
annual  instalments,  each  of  which  instal- 
ments shall  be  so  computed  as  to  brin^ 
the  net  earnings  of  the  ship  up  to  15  per 
cent,  of  the  actual  cost  of  construction,  but 
so  that  the  amount  of  subsidy  paid  in  any 
one  year  shall  never  exceed  an  amount 
equal  to  $5  a  ton  dead  weight  capacity  of 
the  ship.  The  first  instalment  shall  be  pay- 
able the  first  year  after  the  declaration  of 
peace.  This  subsidy  is  subject  only  to  the 
"bona  fide"  uses  of  the  ship  in  British  Col- 
umbia trade  for  outward  borne  cargoes 
returning  to  some  British  Columbia  port 
of  reloading  with  liberty  to  carry  return 
cargo  to  any  port  along  the  general 
practical  line  of  return.  Moneys  for 
these  subsidies  shall  be  paid  to  the  Com- 
mission from  the  provincial  consolidated 
revenue  fund.  Subsidies  shall  only  be 
payable  to  the  owner  who  actually  paid 
for  the  construction  of  the  ship  and  not 
to  any  middleman  or  promotor.  Sub- 
sidies shall  not  be  liable  or  subject  to 
assignment,  attachment,  garnishment  or 
process  of  execution." 

'  I  *HE  section  further  stipulates  that 
-*■  the  subsidy  or  bonus  will  lapse  if  later 
on  the  Dominion  Government  should  de- 
cide to  pay  a  subsidy  equalling  or  exceed- 
ing $5  a  ton.  More  than  that,  if  in  any 
year  the  profits  of  operating  a  ship  ex- 
ceed fifteen  per  cent,  of  the  cost  of  its 
construction,  thep  no  subsidy  shall  be  paid 
for  that  year,  nor  is  any  subsidy  to  be  paid 
unless  the  ships  trade  continuously  to  and 
from  British  Columbia  ports  and  under 
the  direction  of  the  Shipping  Commission 
appointed  under  the  terms  of  the  Act. 


Note  how  neatly  this 
legislation  gets  around 
that  obstacle  to  ship- 
building enterprise  — 
the  uncertainty  o  f 
after  -  war  conditions. 
To-day  ocean  rates  are 
high  and  the  operation 
of  ships  is  profitable. 
To-morrow,  who  knows, 
rates  may  be  cut  to 
pieces  and  the  business 
of  ocean  transportation 
be  conducted  at  a  loss. 
Guarantee  a  shipown- 
er's profits  for  ten  years 
and  the  proposition  of 
building  and  operating 
ships  takes  on  quite  a 
different  aspect.  And 
the  Province  of  British 
Columbia  is  dong.  It  is 
guaranteeing  Messrs. 
Carrutners,  Norcross, 
Haney,  Wolvin  and 
their  associates  a  pro- 
fitable investment, 
while  incidentally  it  is 
making  sure  that  these 
that  is  precisely  what 
gentlemen  will  employ 
their  boats  to  the  ad- 
vantage of  the  indus- 
trial and  commercial  in- 
terests of  the  province. 

IMMEDIATELY  upon  the  enactment  of 
the  Shipping  Bill,  the  shipping  commis- 
sion was  appointed.  It  consists  of  H.  B. 
Thomson,  formerly  M.P.P.  for  Victoria, 
who  stood  sponsor  for  the  measure  in 
the  Legislature  last  spring;  Frederick 
Buscombe,  of  Vancouver,  and  W.  J.  Goe- 
pel.  Deputy  Minister  of  Finance,  the  lat- 
ter appointed  under  the  Act  by  virtue  of 
his  official  position.  The  members  of  the 
Commission    serve   without   salary. 

The  part  played  by  the  Shipping  Com- 
mission is  an  important  one.  They  must 
approve  the  plans  and  specifications  of  the 
ships  built  under  the  Act.  They  are 
required  to  determine  the  rate  of  wages 
to  be  paid  both  in  the  construction  and 
operation  of  the  ships.  Every  charter  of 
a  ship  shall  be  subject  to  their  approval 
when  such  ship  is  operated  under  a  loan 
from  the  Commission,  and  in  all  such 
cases  the  superintendent  of  the  Commis- 
sion is  required  to  act  as  the  managing 
owner  of  the  ship  until  the  loan  is  re- 
paid. More  than  that,  the  Commission  is 
to  see  that  the  actual  rates  paid  on  Bri- 
tish Columbia  shipments  shall  never  ex- 
ceed rates  paid  on  similar  commodities 
at  even  dates  in  the  States  of  Washing- 
ton and  California. 

This,  then,  is  the  machinery  that  has 
been  provided  by  the  legislators  of  British 
Columbia  for  bringing  a  fleet  of  mer- 
chantmen into  being.  It  is  the  magic  touch 
that  is  responsible  for  the  awakening  of 
such  unwonted  activity  in  the  shipyards 
of  the  province.  And  now,  let  us  see 
what  type  of  vessels  are  being  evolved  as 
a  result. 

THE  EIGHT  ships  under  construction 
for  the  Canada  West  Coast  Naviga- 
tion Company  and  a  ninth  vessel  being 
built    independently    by    the    Cameron- 


-M  A  C  L  E  A  N  '  S    .M  A  ( i  A  Z  I  N  E 


19 


Genoa  Mills  Shipbuild- 
ers, Limited,  are  all  iden- 
tical in  design.  They  are 
five-masted  schooners, 
225  feet  in  length,  45  feet 
beam  and  19  feet  depth  of 
hold.  The  ships  will  have 
a  deadweight  carrying 
capacity  of  2,500  tons 
and  will  carry  a  cargo  of 
approximately  1,700,000 
feet  of  lumber,  which  is  a 
good  average  quantity 
for  any  one  consignee  at 
any  one  time.  An  im- 
portant feature  is  the  in- 
clusion in  the  equipment 
of  each  ship  of  two  240 
h.p.  Bolinder-Diesel  in- 
ternal combu.stion  en- 
gines. These  are  of  Swe- 
dish build  and  the  most 
efficient  engines  of  their 
class  in  existence.  They 
are  capable  of  driving 
the  boats  at  a  speed  of 
8%  knots  an  hour.  Tanks  holding  800 
barrels  of  distillate  will  supply  sufficient 
fuel  to  give  each  ship  a  steaming  radius 
of  11,000  miles. 

It  is  astonishing  to  learn  that  over  a 
million  feet  of  fir  lumber  is  consumed  in 
building  one  of  these  mammoth  wooden 
ships.  For  the  knees  alone  four  hundred 
trees  must  be  sacrificed  to  the  woodman's 
axe.  These  knees  are  thick,  angular 
pieces  of  wood  used  in  supporting  the 
deck  beams.  Securing  and  preparing 
them  is  perhaps  one  of  the  most  pictures- 
que operations  in  the  whole  process  of 
building  the  ship.  First,  fir  trees  aver- 
aging thirty  inches  in  diameter  are 
selected.  Then  these  are  thrown.  Next 
the  stump  is  torn  from  the  ground  by 
dynamite  and  donkey-engine,  rough- 
hewed  on  the  spot  and  hauled  to  the  ship- 
yard. There  it  is  sawed  to  the  required 
dimensions. 

/COMMISSIONER  THOMSON  gives 
^^  some  interesting  facts  in  connection 
with  the  actual  building  of  the  ships.  He 
estimates  that  fully  a  thousand  men  are 
now  employed  directly  in  the  shipyards 
and  sawmills  connected  with  the  yards 
and  in  the  lumber  camps,  where  the  knees 
are  obtained.  Indirectly  many  more 
than  these  thousand  men  are  given  em- 
ployment. The  lumber  used  in  the  con- 
struction of  the  ships  at  present  under 
way  will  keep  three  mills,  each  cutting 
50,000  feet  of  lumber  daily  and  employ- 
ing in  logging  camp  and  millshed  200 
men  each,  busy  for  a  year.  But,  he  adds, 
only  a  comparatively  small  percentage 
of  the  cut  can  be  utilized  in  ship  con- 
struction and  so  the  25,000,000  feet  used 
in  the  schooners  probably  represents  a 
total  cut  of  200,000,000  feet  and  the  em- 
ployment for  a  year  of  a  dozen  mills  and 
between  two  and  three  thousand  men. 

A  sentimental  touch  is  imparted  to  the 
new  industry  by  the  names  selected  for 
the  eight  ships  of  the  Canada  West  Coast 
Navigation  Company.  The  first  of  the 
eight  to  be  launched  in  December  will  be 
christened  the  Mabel  Brown,  in  honor  of 
Mrs.  H.  W.  Brown,  whose  husband  is 
general  manager  of  the  H.  W.  Brown 
Company  Limited,  the  firm  in  charge  of 
the  actual  construction  of  the  ships  for 
the  Navigation  Company.  The  next  ves- 
sel to  be  completed  and  launched  at  North 
Vancouver  will  be  known  as  the  Geraldine 
Wolvin,  in  honor  of  the  wife  of  the  pre- 


Workmen  caulking  the  main  deck   of  the  first  of  the  B.  C.  freighters. 


sident  of  the  new  shipping  corporation. 
The  first  of  the  Victoria-built  ships,  which 
will  be  launched  in  the  middle  of  Janu- 
ary, will  bear  the  name  of  the  Margaret 
Haney,  after  Mrs.  M.  J.  Haney,  of  To- 
ronto. Then  will  come  the  Jessie  Nor- 
cross;  the  Janet  Carruthers;  the  Mabel 
Stewart,  and  so  on,  each  of  the  principals 
of  the  company  gallantly  naming  a  ship 
in  honor  of  his  better  half. 

Already  the  company  is  lining  up  skip- 
pers and  crews  to  man  the  fleet.  They 
will  be  secured  from  the  hardy  sea-faring 
folk  of  the  east  coast.  Thus,  built  of 
Canadian  wood,  fashioned  by  Canadian 
workmen,  registered  at  the  Canadian 
capital;  flying  the  Canadian  flag;  manned 
by  Canadian  crews,  and  carrying  cargoes 
of  Canadian  products,  they  will  be  in 
every  detail  a  credit  to  the  Dominion. 
Their  completion  will  be  an  achievement 
of  which  the  people  of  Canada  may  well 
be  proud. 

CURVE YING  the  shipbuilding  activi- 
'^  ties  on  both  coasts,  one  cannot  but 
admit  that  the  revival  of  the  old  wooden 
industry  is  a  picturesque  development  of 
the  present  day.  But  it  is  obviously 
ephemeral.  The  steel  ship  will  soon  come 
back  into  its  own  when  once  the  conclu- 
sion of  peace  releases  millions  of  tons  of 


The    planking    of   a   new    vessel. 


shipping  from  military  and  naval  uses. 
And  that  is  why  no  Canadian  should  lay 
too  much  stress  on  the  present  flurry  in 
wooden  ships.  Rather  -should  he  inquire 
into  the  resources  of  the  country  in  the 
matter  of  facilities  for  building  steel 
vessels. 

Apart  from  a  few  small  steel  freighters 
built  at  one  or  other  of  our  ocean  ports, 
construction  of  steel  steamers  in  Canada 
has  been  limited  very  largely  to  vessels 
designed  for  lake  navigation.  Our  ship- 
yards are  not  located  at  Halifax,  Sydney, 
or  St.  John,  but  at  Port  Arthur,  Colling- 
wood  and  Toronto.  When  it  comes  to 
trans-Atlantic  service,  the  British-built 
freighter  has  had  the  field  to  itself,  even 
when  operated  by  a  Canadian  company. 
To-day,  oddly  enough,  Canadian  ship- 
yards are  not  engaged  in  a  feverish  effort 
to  build  ships  for  a  national  marine,  but 
they  are  practically  all  busy  turning  out 
steel  freighters  for  neutral  shipowners. 
Norway  in  particular,  a  country  that  has 
suffered  very  serious  losses  as  a  result  of 
the  submarine  activities  of  the  Germans, 
has  placed  orders  for  ships  that  will 
keep  Canadian  builders  occupied  for 
many  months.  Already  two,  three-thou- 
sand ton  freighters  for  Norway  have 
been  launched  at  Port  Arthur  and  two 
more  are  under  construction  at  the  same 
shipbuilding  plant,  that  of  the  Western 
Drydock  and  Shipbuilding  Co.  The  Pol- 
son  Iron  Works  at  Toronto  are  at  work 
on  two  similar  ships  and  have  orders  for 
two  more  of  larger  size.  The  Thor  Iron 
Works,  also  of  Toronto,  have  two 
freighters  under  way;  and  the  Canadian 
Vickers  plant  at  Montreal  is  building  two 
7,000-ton  vessels. 

These  Norwegian  freighters  are  of  the 
single  deck  type,  with  poop,  bridge  and 
forecastle.  They  have  two  cargo  holds 
with  hatches  in  each  hold.  The  propelling 
machinery  is  located  amidships.  The 
3,000-ton  type  are  261  feet  long,  43  feet 
6  inches  wide  and  28  feet  two  inches  deep. 
They  are  built  to  take  the  highest  class 
in  Lloyd  registry  and  under  their  special 
survey.  The  government  has  issued  per- 
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The  Madness  of  Trethevick 

By  Alan  Sullivan 

Author  of  "The  Soul  of  Nanook,"  "Porteous,  V.C.,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards 


FROM  a  side  lane  he  turned  into  St. 
Catherine  Street  immediately  in 
front  of  me,  a  distinctive  figure  that 
one  picked  automatically  from  the  over- 
groomed  crowd  that  sauntered  eastward 
in  the  bland  sunshine  of  a  June  morning. 
He  was  rather  below  middle  height,  dress- 
ed in  soft  grey,  well-worn  tweeds,  and 
walked  with  an  easy,  deliberate  roll,  that 
even  without  his  sun-baked  skin  and  loose, 
powerful  hands  would  have  marked  him 
as  a  sea-faring  man.  For  the  rest  of  it, 
I  saw  a  bronzed  neck,  a  broad,  smooth 
shoulder  and  legs  slightly  bowed.  He 
sent  out  curious  suggestions  that  he  was 
a  citizen  at  large,  foot-loose  and  unham- 
pered with  this  world's  goods.  He  dis- 
played no  particular  interest  in  either  the 
place  or  the  crowd. 

So  tempting  was  he  to  one's  speculative 
fancy,  that  I  fell  in  behind  him,  and  it 
was  not  until  we  were  opposite  the  win- 
dow of  a  famous  jeweller  in  Phillips 
Square  that  I  saw  his  face.  Here  he 
wheeled  abruptly  and  stood  staring.  I 
had  a  glimpse  of  rugged  features,  a  short 
nose,  an  enormous  mouth  and  a  skin  that 
resembled  soft,  brown  leather.  The  eyes 
were  small  and  green-grey.  The  visage 
was  dotted  with  tiny  scars,  none  of  them 
disfiguring,  but  producing,  in  a  multitude 
of  fine,  white  cicatrices  ,  an  extraordin- 
ary impression  of  exposure  and  of  innum- 
erable" hazards.  He  was  not  only  weather- 
beaten,  but  world-beaten,  and  on  him 
rested  the  sign  of  the  seven  seas. 

TNf  THE  middle  of  the  shop  window, 
backed  by  a  fold  of  white  velvet,  glowed 
a  ruby.  It  was  perhaps  a  third  of  an  inch 
in  diameter  and  shaped  irregularly  like  a 
Maltese  cross.  Such  at  least  was  my  first 
impression.  But,  looking  closer,  one  per- 
ceived that  it  was  owing  to  a  curious  re- 
fraction of  light  that  this  form  presented 
itself.  No  words  can  describe  the  vivid 
purity  of  its  color,  the  cardinal  gleam  of 
Its  blood-hke  depth.  It  lay  in  the  white 
folds  so  extraordinarily  alive  that  it 
seemed  capable  of  motion.  What  it  was 
worth  was  impossible  to  guess. 

From  the  stone  I  glanced  at  the  strang- 

V'  J  ^'®  '"^®  '^®^®  ^^^^  closed,  but  be- 
hind them  his  stare  was  cloudy  with  some 
intense  emotion.  Thrusting  his  hands 
into  his  pockets  I  noticed  the  great  fists 
clinch  and  bulge.  He  paid  no  attention 
to  me,  but  stared  and  stared.  Presently 
his  hps  parted,  and  a  sound,  half  sigh, 
half  exclamation  escaped  him,  while  to 
rny  imagination,  the  green  of  his  eyes  and 
the  glow  of  the  ruby  mingled  in  a  myster- 
ious and  mutual  recognition.  He  glanced 
at  me  almost  truculently  and  resumed  his 
scrutiny. 

pOR  SEVERAL  moments  we  stood 
thus,  till  I  found  myself  curiously 
loth  to  break  away.  I  seemed  to  have 
touched  the  edge  of  a  charmed  circle  in 
the  centre  of  which  gleamed  this  amaz- 
ing stone,  while  round  it  swung  the  orbit 
of  this  stranger.  It  was  his  affair,  but 
his  with  an  intensity  that  anchored  me 


there,  while  to  my  ears  came  the  pound- 
ing of  surf  on  distant  shores  and  the  bab- 
ble of  strange  and  melodious  tongues. 

"It's  a  wonderful  stone,"  I  ventured. 

He  nodded  with  a  touch  of  impatience. 
It  seemed  that,  lacking  the  language  of 
his  experience,  I  had  begun  without  point. 
Presently  he  yielded  to  a  communicable 
impulse. 

"Like  'em?"  The  voice  was  deep  with 
a  quality  that  rumbled  far  down  in  his 
throat. 

"They  fascinate  me."  I  tried  to  explain 
what  I  felt  about  rubies,  but  with  this 
man  listening,  it  sounded  thin  and  ama- 
teurish. 

"Got  any?" 

"A  few,"  I  said.  "Nothing  unusual — 
nothing  like  that."  I  turned  again  to  the 
great  gem.  "Shall  we  go  in  and  look  at 
it?" 

His  eyes  opened  wider.     "Mean  that?" 

"Of  course." 

A  MOMENT  later  the  ruby  was  laid  in 
-^*-  his  wide  hand.  Its  blood-red  pyra- 
mid rested  just  above  a  long  white  line 
that  ran  straight  across  from  the  thumb 
to  the  base  of  the  little  finger.  When  that 
gash  was  made  it  must  have  laid  open  his 
palm.  For  a  long  time  he  peered,  the 
salesman  eyeing  him  curiously.  He  gave 
it  back  with  reluctance. 

The  jeweller,  I  learned,  had  only  just 
received  it;  had  picked  it  up,  it  was  ex- 
plained, quite  at  random.  It  had  not  come 
through  a  recognized  dealer.  They 
thought  of  mounting  it,  but  in  the  mean- 
time had  that  very  morning  exhibited  it 
for  the  first  time.  It  might  remain  till 
the  end  of  a  week  or  a  month,  they  could 
not  tell. 

The  stranger  listened  with  an  intent- 
ness  that  would  have  been  stolid  were  it 
not  for  an  occasional  swift  flicker  in  his 
green  eyes.  Finally  I  felt  a  tug  at  my 
sleeve.    "Come  on." 

Regaining  the  street  we  saw  the  gem 
replaced  in  its  velvet  fold.  My  compan- 
ion watched  it  grimly  and  glanced  at  me 
with  a  sudden  change  of  expression. 

"I'll  tell  you  something.  Have  a 
drink!" 

"Alright,"  I  nodded.    "Where?" 

He  glanced  up  and  down  the  street. 
"Not  here,  come  over  east."  Hesitating, 
he  surveyed  me  with  a  quiet  and  pon- 
dering eye.  "Don't  know  you — you  don^t 
know  me — just  as  you  like."  He  stood 
waiting  while  little,  scimitar-shaped 
wrinkles  puckered  into  being  and  the 
corners  of  the  wide  mouth  twitched  quiz- 
zically. I  seemed  to  catch  the  faintest 
possible  appeal.  "Stay  with  me  and 
you're  alright — anywhere,"  he  jerked  out, 
half  turning.  Now  for  the  first  time  I 
noted,  not  the  breadth,  but  the  enormous 
thickness   of  his  chest. 

■[SJODDING  quite  automatically,  I  fol- 
•^  lowed  him  down  town  to  the  water- 
front. Here,  plunging  through  a  maze  of 
streets  unknown  to  me,  he  entered  a  small 
saloon,   behind  which   was   a  large,  low- 


roofed  room.  From  the  walls  projected 
short  partitions.  These,  curtained  in, 
made  a  ring  of  semi-private  cubby-holes. 
In  each  was  a  small  table  and  two  short 
wooden  benches.  Half  were  empty,  but 
from  behind  the  drawn  curtains  of  the 
others  I  caught  fragments  of  Spanish  and 
Italian  and  heard  snatches  of  strange 
lingoes,  sibilant  and  musical.  Amid  this 
suggestive  murmur  men  lounged  in  and 
out.  I  observed  a  constant  procession 
of  olive  faces,  dark  eyes  and  hair,  loose, 
comfortable  garments,  noiseless  move- 
ment, bright-colored  neckcloths;  but  it 
was  a  procession  that  lacked  any  com- 
munication. There  were  no  greetings.  It 
seemed  rather  a  place  for  the  discussion 
of  affairs  that  must  not  be  mooted  out- 
side. Here,  too,  my  companion  lost  much 
of  his  former  distinction.  The  seamed 
face,  the  green  eyes  and  nameless  atmos- 
phere of  him  were  all  of  one  nature  with 
his  surroundings.  It  was  I  who  appeared 
out  of  place. 

He  pounded  on  the  table.  A  Chinaman 
shuffled  in  with  a  bottle  of  rum,  and  looked 
at  me  blandly.  My  companion,  waiting 
till  I  was  served,  thrust  a  horny  finger 
into  the  bowl  of  a  bulldog  pipe,  and 
stared  at  me  keenly  over  the  spurting 
flame  of  a  match. 

"That  ruby,"  he  said.    "It's  mine." 
I  put  down  my  glass.    "Yours?" 

T_T  IS  LARGE  mouth  was  tightly  com- 
-•^  pressed.  Presently  he  began  again, 
blurting  out  his  words  with  an  accumu- 
lated explosive  force  as  though  they  had 
been  gathering  within  him  for  months. 
"It's  because  you  asked  me  if  I'd  like  to 
see  it — that's  why.  That's — that's  why 
I  talked.  We're  diff'erent  —  not  many 
would  have  asked  that — know  that  your- 
self. My  ruby  just  the  same.  Didn't 
know  I'd  find  it  there.  Don't  know  if  this 
interests  you — say  so  if  it  doesn't.  You 
said  you   liked   rubies.     Look!" 

He  thrust  a  hand  inside  his  shirt  and 
pulled  out  a  small  leather  pouch.  This 
was  fastened  to  a  fine  steel  chain  that  ran 
round  his  neck.  "Put  down  your  hand- 
kerchief, it's  cleaner  than  mine." 

I  did  so,  wondering.  He  tilted  the 
pouch  and  there  slipped  out  half  a  dozen 
rubies,  not  large,  but  of  the  very  finest 
quality.  I  could  see  at  a  glance  that  they 
were  all  pigeon  blood.  He  picked  one  up, 
holding  it  between  finger  tips  of  polished 
parchrnent  worn  white.  It  glowed  there, 
a  living  fiame.  "You  like  'em — I  love 
'em.  That's  the  difference.  Don't  care 
for  size — quality  counts.  Same  thing  all 
through.     Eh?" 

I  nodded,  rather  breathless.  On  the 
table  were  thousands  of  dollars.  My  eye 
wandered  to  the  top  of  the  partition. 

"That's  alright,"  he  interjected.  "Most 
of  'em  have  something  stowed  away.  Be- 
sides, no  one  next  door.  I  looked.  My 
name's  Trethevick,  should  have  told  you. 
Twenty  years  ago  I  started."  His  eyes 
lingered  on  the  gems.  "That's  as  far  as 
I  got.  All  except  the  big  one.  My  God !" 
He  toyed  with  his  glass,  his  brows  fur- 


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rowed  into  sudden  lines.  "Know  Bur- 
mah?" 

"I  wish  I  did." 

"Stay  where  you  are.  Never  mind 
about  i3urmah.  All  mad  there — natives 
I  mean — whites  get  like  that  too.  Slow, 
lazy  madness — wakes  you  up  in  the  mid- 
dle of  the  night.  It's  like  the  flowers  and 
orchids — beautiful  and  damnable.  Air's 
thick  and  heavy.  Don't  want  to  sleep  in 
case  you  miss  something  that's  coming. 
Like  that  in  Burmah — always  something 
coming.  By  and  by  you  go  look  for  it. 
Mustn't  do  that.    I  did  it." 

HIS  VOICE  trailed  out  and  he  ex- 
amined the  edge  of  his  glass.  I  had 
visions  of  him  examining  the  edges  of 
countless  other  glasses  in  queer  places, 
with  just  that  same  deliber- 
ate interest.  His  hand 
dropped  over  the  cluster  of 
gems  and  a  smile  worked 
slowly  along  his  lips.  But 
his  eyes  did  not  smile. 

"Best  way  to  find  rubies  is 
to  get  lost  up  country. 
Mogok's  fair  and  I've  seen 
pretty  stones  at  Kyat  Pen. 
Mostly  worked  out  now. 
Drifted  back  from  there  to 
Mandalay.  Say,  this  inter- 
est you?"  He  checked  him- 
self and  stared  at  me. 

"Tremendously.  Please  go 
on." 

"Only  talking  because  you 
were  decent  and  like  rubies. 
Shut  me  up  if  you  get  tired, 
eh !  Started  out  from  Man- 
dalay again  and  got  over 
into  the  South  Shan  States. 
Rough  country,  all  shot  to 
pieces,  with  a  little  paradise 
dumped  into  every  wrinkle 
of  the  hills.  Got  over  near 
Paug.  It's  a  stone's  throw 
out  of  China.  That's  where 
I  found  Nyali." 

I  sat  motionless.  It  seem- 
ed somehow  natural  that  he 
should  have  found  Nyali.  He 
was  just  the  man.  Leaving 
him  there  with  his  discovery 
I  groped  back  and  saw  her 
waiting,  wondering,  even, 
why  he  did  not  come.  Tre- 
thevick's  voice  blended  with 
this,  sounding  husky  and 
distant.  He  had  begun  to 
talk  about  black  earth, 
brown  skins,  green  leaves 
and  blue — -no  not  blue,  but 
purple  skies.  Subjectively  I 
plucked  him  out  of  his  dis- 
sertation, and  he  went  on  ii 
sequence. 

"You  see  I  was  mad  and  went  to  look. 
Found  her  in  village — sort  of  queen — wor- 
shipped all  round  that  district — kind  of 
incarnation  of  Krishna.  She  took  to  me. 
After  a  while  I  started  to  worship  too — 
different  way — you  understand.  Village 
all  boxed  in  with  big  timber — like  a  hole 
in  green,  velvet  carpet.  Nyali  sat  all  day 
in  a  little  temple.  Villagers  came  in  with 
presents  and  kissed  her  feet.  One  day  I 
kissed  her  lips  instead — that  started  it." 

A  SILENCE  followed,  broken  by  his 
•^*-  pounding  again  on  the  table.  "Have 
another  drink.  Come  on.  You  don't  know 
what  it  is  to  have  a  white  man  to  drink 
with."  He  spoke  rapidly  to  the  Chinaman 
in  a  language  I  could  not  follow. 


"It's  alright.  Some  of  the  stuff  they 
keep  here  is  loaded.  But,"  he  added  sig- 
nificantly, "they  know  me.  Now  to  get 
back.  It  went  on  like  that,  then  the  heavy 
scent  and  orchids  and  incense  all  got  in 
my  blood.  She  understood — used  to  wait 
and  have  me  worship  alone.  One  day  I 
told  her — sign  language — looks — eyes — 
lips — old  yarn.  But,  as  I  say,  she  under- 
stood. Tired  of  having  feet  kissed.  Then 
Sukotai  found  out." 

Trethevick's  hand  turned  over  and  he 
glanced  thoughtfully  at  the  white  scar 
that  ran  across  his  palm.  "Didn't  tell 
you  about  Sukotai.  Big  man  of  village, 
plenty  of  wives,  crazy  about  rubies.  Had 
a  good  lot.  He  used  to  show  'em  to  me. 
Told  me  about  an  old  mine  he  found.  Used 
to  go  there  at  end  of  rainy  season  and 


"Nyali  sat  all  day 
in  a  little  temple. 
.  .  .  After  a  while 
J  started  to  wor- 
ship too  —  differ- 
ent way  —  you 
understand." 


secretly  aspired.  But,  and  the  question 
baffled  me,  had  I  this  man's  terrible  and 
inborn  fixity  of  purpose?  What  ravages 
would  his  experiences  have  made  in  my 
own  face?  Would  I  have  come  through 
like  him,  or  would  the  mysterious  East 
have  smothered  and  straightway  forgot- 
ten me?  All  this  was  at  work  in  my 
brain  till,  in  fancy,  I  entered  that  dusky 
temple  and  kissed  Nyali  on  the  lips. 
Thethevick's  voice  sounded  again. 

"I  was  the  only  white  man  there.  That 
was  it.  Some  half-castes — but  blood  runs 
down  in  the  Orient  when  you  mix  it. 
Don't  know  how  Sukotai  found  out,  but  he 
did.  Taxed  me  with  it  next  day.  He 
could  talk  Portugee,  so  could  I.  Told  me 
many  men  had  tried  for  what  I  wanted, 
all  white  men,  and  all  dead  now.  I 
laughed.  Told  him  Nyali 
was  tired  sitting  on  a  teak 
throne  and  having  her  feet 
tickled.  He  didn't  like  that 
— none  of  'em  liked  it.  As 
I  say,  I  was  mad.  Then  I 
fixed  it  up  with  Nyali. 
'Scheme  was  to  get  over  to 
the  head  waters  of  the  Me- 
nam  River  and  raft  it  down 
to  Bangkok. 

"How  far  was  that?"  I 
ventured. 

"Nothing  much.  Four  or 
five  hundred  miles.  We 
struck  out  one  morning  for 
Patung  —  that's  just  inside 
the  Laos  States  border  — 
footing  it,  of  course.  Nyali 
had  a  couple  of  sarongs  and 
that's  about  all.  I  carried 
food  and  a  rifle.  We  made 
a  good  get-away.  That  night 
we  slept  in  the  bush.  You 
don't  know  what  that  is. 
Bush  is  quiet  by  day,  alive 
at  night.  It  creaks,  crawls, 
groans,  laughs  and  cries.  It 
moves,  it  all  moves.  Under- 
stand that?  The  leaves 
move  and  the  ferns,  and  the 
palms.  You  hear  things 
creepinar  where  there  aren't 
any.  Smell  of  the  orchids  is 
thick  and  chokes  one.  But- 
terflies as  big  as  your  hat, 
and  bats  that  suck  you  dry. 
Nyali  didn't  care — she  was 
too  happy — and  I  was  mad. 
That  night  she  plaited 
orchids  and  crowned  me.  I 
looked  like  a  sacrifice.  But 
I  wasn't  the  sacrifice."  He 
bi-oke  off  abruptly. 


jerky 


wash  for  'em.  Time  was  nothing  to  him. 
As  I  see  it  now,  we  were  all  crazy. 
Strange  desires  and  love — mostly  ended 
with  a  stab  in  the  back.  Never  went  first 
on  the  trail — always  sent  other  fellow. 
Didn't  like  to  hear  'em  pad,  pad  along 
behind.  Just  between  the  shoulders — 
that's  the  place." 

He  paused,  regarding  me  with  a  new 
interest.  "That's  it.  just  occurred  to  me. 
You  ought  to  be  thankful  for  what  you've 
not  got.  People  here  are  sane — no  strange 
desires — damned   lucky  for   them." 

A  T  THAT  moment  Trethevick  took  on 
-^*-  new  and  compelling  proportions. 

In  a  flash  I  saw  in  him  the  man  I  had 
wanted  to  be,  and  read  in  his  rugged 
lineaments  the  history  of  those  flights  and 
passions  to  which  I  myself  had  long  and 


TN  THE  silence  that  fol- 
*■  lowed  I  could  hear  the 
Chinaman  shuffle  past  our  cubby-hole 
and  the  rattle  of  curtain  rings  as 
he  entered  one  further  along.  Tre- 
thevick had  gathered  up  the  rubies  and 
scattered  them  along  the  white  scar  that 
crossed  his  palm  till  it  seemed  to  have 
spurted  bright  and  symmetrical  drops  of 
blood.  He  began  again,  more  jerkily  than 
ever,  drifting  into  pauses  that  he  bridged 
with  hard,  searching  glances,  from  his 
grey-green  eyes. 

"That  night  made  a  bunk  in  the  moss. 
Just  before  she  went  to  sleep,  took  out  a 
little  parcel.  It  was  round  her  neck. 
Told  me  to  open  it.     The  ruby  slid  out." 

My  pulse  leapt.     "What  ruby?" 

"Mine.  You  saw  it  in  the  shop."  His 
tones  shook  in  spite  of  him. 

"Go  on."    My  own  voice  was  unsteady. 

"It  was  this  way.     Sacred  stone — pro- 


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perty  of  Krishna — worth  a  heap.  Nyali 
knew  that,  she  supposed  to  be  descendant 
of  Krishna — don't  know  if  I've  got  right 
end  of  it,  doesn't  matter  anyway.  Sukotai 
knew  too.  I  didn't.  That's  why  she 
loved  me,  because  I  didn't  know.  Wanted 
me  to  take  it.  Wouldn't,  and  left  it  round 
her  neck.  Told  her  we'd  sell  it  outsride, 
then  I'd  buy  a  place  in  Canada — come 
from  here— and  settle  down.  That  night 
I  heard  a  sound — like  a  sigh  and  a  soft 
blow.  Saw  something.  Grabbed  at  it, 
then  swung  the  rifle.     Too  dark  to  see." 

He  delivered  these  words  with  abrupt 
velocity,  palpably  hurrying  to  p-et  the 
thing  over.  What  it  cost  him  to  say  them 
he  only  knew,  but  I  could  see  the  muscles 
rise  in  ridges  on  his  jaw  and  his  eyes  were 
like  flint. 

"Struck  something — yelped  like  a  dog. 
Nyali  was  dead — creese  in  her  left  breast 
— look  here." 

He  tugged  at  his  belt  and  laid  on  the 
table  a  Malay  knife  with  a  blade  ten 
inches  long.  The  steel  rippled  into  a  slow 
wave  and  on  either  side  was  a  fine  tracery 
of  lines.  The  haft  was  of  ivory.  In  the 
end  of  it  a  lump  of  jade  shone  pale  and 
green. 

"It's  Sukotai's.  He  got  the  ruby. 
They  told  me  afterwards  I'd  knocked  one 
of  his  eyes  out."  He  leaned  forward 
intently.  "Sukotai  brought  it  to  Mont- 
real and  sold  it.  Now  listen.  Sukotai 
won't  leave  it.  It's  sold,  I  know,  but  he 
loves  it.  Bigger  thing  than  Krishna  to 
him.  Understand?  He'll  follow  it — al- 
ways. It's  like  that  with  rubies  and  some 
men.  Now  I  know,  and  this,"  he  patted 
the  handle  of  the  creese,  "he'll  get  this 
too.  He  never  loved  her — only  wanted 
the  ruby.  I'm  telling  you.  You're  decent 
— got  me  into  that  shop." 

'TpILTING  his  brown  hand,  the  string  of 
-*■  gems  dripped  along  the  furrow  of 
the  white  scar  and  back  into  the  little 
pouch.  Trethevick  bent  forward  to  thrust 
the  creese  into  its  sheath  and,  as  he  did 
so,  I  heard  or  thought  I  heard  a  sound 
from  above.  Glancing  at  the  top  of  the 
partition  immediately  behind  him,  I  blink- 
ed and  stared  fixedly. 

Projecting  above  the  boards  were  a 
man's  head  and  shoulders.  The  hair  was 
black  and  oily,  the  face  smooth  and  cop- 
per-colored. "The  eyes,  or  indeed,  as  I 
noted  marvelling,  the  one  eye  was  black 
and  lustrous,  shining  malevolently  be- 
tween a  slit  of  narrowed  lids.  The  other 
was  but  a  blank  and  gaping  hole,  grotes- 
quely horrible.  Around  his  throat  an 
orange  colored  cloth,  twisted  loosely.  He 
stayed  immovable  for  an  instant,  then 
ducked.  I  heard  a  soft  thud  as  his  feet 
reached  the  floor. 


Trethevick  started.  "What's  that? 
What  are  you  staring  at?"  His  hand 
moved  swiftly  to  the  creese. 

"Sukotai,  I  think."  My  voice  trembled 
and  broke. 

ON  THE  instant  he  plunged  through 
the  curtain.  There  followed  a 
crash.  Immediately  outside  had  been 
moved  one  of  the  small  tables.  Into  this 
he  stumbled,  cursing.  Other  curtains 
were  snatched  open  and  strange  faces  pro- 
truded. At  the  sight  of  Trethevick,  some- 
one chuckled.  He  had  the  ring  to  himself. 
His  lips  had  lifted  like  a  dog's.  "Al- 
right," he  said  grimly.  "I  know  now.  I 
tell  you  it's  alright.     He's  here — it  may 

take    a    while,    but .      Have    another 

drink."     He  shook  himself  and  breathed 
deeply. 

I  had  sudden  longings  for  air  and  sun- 
light. On  the  way  out,  he  asked  no  ques- 
tions of  any  one,  for  this  was  not  a  place 
where  they  were  answered.  As  we  struck 
back  towards  the  Square  he  talked  with 
a  sort  of  blunt  assurance  as  though  to 
convince  me  that  this  was  his  affair  and 
I  must  in  no  way  intervene.  He  needed  no 
advice — no  help. 

"It's  this  way,"  he  went  on.  "I  know 
this  city.  Only  about  eight  places  he  can 
go  to  and  be  at  home.  I've  got  eighty. 
See?  He'll  just  trail  between  those  and 
the  shop.  Can't  get  away  from  that  ruby. 
You  won't  see  that.  No  use  telling  you. 
Now  he  knows  that  I  know.  Don't  want 
you  mixed  up — anything  happens  to  me, 
you  never  heard  of  me.  Understand?  A 
bit  of  up-country  Burmah  you  sort  of 
tripped  over  in  Montreal.  Best  way  to 
find  it,  believe  me.  Let  the  tropics  sweat 
along  without  you.  They're  rotten. 
Folks  go  rotten  there  too.  I  know — I've 
seen  'em.  Don't  be  sorry  for  any  one. 
Nyali  found  out  what  love  was  before 
she  died.  That's  more  than  most  of  'em 
do.  If  we  meet  we  don't  know  each  other. 
What's  your  address?  If  I  get  through 
you'll  hear.  You  like  rubies,  I'll  remem- 
ber that.  You're  decent — got  me  into  that 
store.     So  long." 

He  sheered  off  and  was  instantly  lost. 

r\F  THE  days  that  followed  it  is  not 
^^  necessary  to  speak  save  that  again 
and  again,  as  though  magnetized,  the 
great  ruby  drew  me  into  its  glowing  pre- 
sence. I  stared  through  the  window  till, 
had  my  identity  not  been  known  to  the 
jeweller,  he  might  well  have  regarded  me 
with  suspicion.  At  night  I  looked  from 
my  high  windows  over  the  city,  pondering 
that  somewhere  in  its  twinkling  depths 
Trethevick  moved  inexorably  towards  his 
self-appointed  task.     I  even  saw  him  oc- 


casionally, and  always  in  the  vicinity  of 
our  first  meeting,  but  only  by  a  twinkle 
in  the  grey  eyes  did  he  proclaim  our  ac-  ' 
quaintance.  Having  spoken  and  unburd- 
ened his  lonely  soul,  he  seemed  now  to  be 
conserving  himself  absolutely  for  his  grim 
pursuit,  and  it  was  this  silence,  this  im- 
perturbable fixity,  that  convinced  me  the 
end  was  not  far  off. 

It  might  have  been  two  weeks  after  we 
parted  that  when  nearing  the  jeweller's 
shop  I  became  aware  that  the  glance  of 
those  who  approached  and  passed  was 
directed  almost  invariably  to  someone 
who  walked  behind  me.  I  seemed,  as  it 
were,  preceding  a  personage  in  compari- 
son with  whom  I  was  negligible,  and  these 
oblique  glances,  this  continuous  diverting 
of  the  gaze  of  the  oncoming  stream  of 
pedestrians,  aroused  in  me  a  strange  feel- 
ing of  discomfort.  I  turned  sharply  to 
look  into  a  window.  In  its  polished  sur- 
face I  saw  the  -face  that  so  lately  had 
glared  over  the  partition.  The  black  hair 
was  hidden  beneath  a  white  turban.  I 
could  perceive  no  eye,  only  an  appalling 
cavity.  With  a  thrill  I  remembered  that 
it  was  Sukotai's  right  eye  that  was  miss- 
ing. Instinctively  I  shivered,  knowing 
that  on  me  was  bent  the  baleful  glare  of 
the  other  and  now  invisible  orb. 

Falling  in  behind,  I  followed  at  a  little 
distance.  Sukotai  had  bought  European 
clothes,  but  they  did  not  disguise  the  ex- 
traordinary suppleness  of  his  body.  He 
walked  easily  and  rapidly,  apparently  un- 
conscious of  an  almost  universal  scru- 
tiny. A  moment  later  my  heart  beat  vio- 
lently. On  the  opposite  side  of  the  street, 
and  a  little  to  the  rear,  moved  Trethe- 
vick's  broad,  thick-set  figure.  It  gave  me 
an  amazing  sense  of  something  perma- 
nent, resourceful  and  infinitely  deter- 
mined,  which  filtered  into  this  walk  of  | 
death  and  carried  me  so  far  that  at  i 
last  I  caught  a  swift  signal  to  desist. 
This,  it  said,  was  Trethevick's  affair  and 
he  wished  to  be  left  to  it.  Then  the  crowd 
swallowed  them  both. 

HOW  OR  where  it  happened  I  do  not 
know.  There  was  nothing  in  the 
papers  about  it.  Montreal  only  absorbed 
in  her  teeming  bosom  another  mystery. 
But  Trethevick  came  through.  I  know 
that.  I  have  often  wondered  whether  his 
brown  hands  trembled  at  all  when  he 
wrapped  up  a  small  parcel  that  I  received 
soon  afterwards.  In  it  I  found  an  orange 
colored  neckcloth,  worn  thin  and  stained 
with  long  use.  In  one  fold  was  a  small 
ruby,  pigeon  blood. 

"From  Mogok,"  pronounced  my  jewel- 
lers. So  crimson  is  it,  so  lustrous,  that  it 
might  have  ebbed  from  the  very  heart 
of  Nyali  herself. 


A  Complete  Novelette  Next  Issue 

A  feature  of  the  February  Number  will  be 
a  complete  novelette  "  DANTON  OF 
THE  FLEET/'  by  A.  C.  AUenson. 


Paying  For  Present  Prosperity 


By  Agnes  C.  Laut 

Author  of  "Lords  of  the  North,"  "The  Canadian 
Commonwealth,"  etc. 


THIS     article 
deals  with  con- 
ditions   in    the 
United      States ;      but 
much  that  is  said,  with 
regard    to    industrial 
matters,    applies    also 
to  Canada.      The  Do- 
minion  is   also   enjoy- 
ing   an    era    of    high 
wages   and   its   inevit- 
able    accompaniment, 
higher  cost  of  living.     Canada  also 
has  to  look  carefully  forward  to  the 
future    with    the    knowledge    that 
both   wages  and   food   prices   must 
come  down. 

But  there  the  analogy  ceases. 
Canada  has  not  plunged  riotously 
into  the  orgy  of  speculation  that  has 
vibrated  the  whole  American  nation. 
Canada  has  been  laying  something  aside 
for  the  uncertain  future.  And  Canada, 
having  borne  a  noble  part  in  the  world 
war,  is  not  perplexed  with  the  political 
difficulties  that  darken  the  future  of  the 
United  States. 

However,  future  developments  in  the 
United  States  are  of  very  grave  interest 
to  Canadians,  so  close  are  the  business  re- 
lations between  the  two  countries.  Con- 
sequently the  facts  that  must  be  presented 
have  a  closer  significance  for  Canadians 
than  might  at  first  appear. 

THE  United  States  is  in  the  midst  of 
the  most  riotous  prosperity  it  has 
ever  known  in  all  its  history.  There  is 
literally  not  an  unemployed  worker  in  the 
country  from  Atlantic  to  Pacific.  Wages 
have  doubled,  trebled,  quadrupled  in  three 
years.  Cases  are  on  record  of  hotel 
porters  at  $25  a  month  going  to  munition 
factories  at  $35  and  $40  a  week.  In  the 
case  of  expert  piece  workers  in  munition 
factories,  men,  who  formerly  earned  only 
$2  a  day,  are  now  making  from  $11  to 
$30,  not  a  week,  but  a  day.  Day  workers 
are  netting  more  in  8  hours  than  their 
foremen  net  in  a  week.  They  are  netting 
more  in  a  week  than  their  bankers  net  in 
a  month.  The  increases  in  wages  in  the 
United  States  total  in  one  year  more 
than  $300,000,000— that  is,  the  wage  in- 
creases of  factory  hands  equal  half  the 
value  of  a  year's  wheat  crop. 

When  one  conies  to  consider  dividends 
in  industry,  the  picture  is  not  so  rosy. 
High  wages  and  high  cost  of  raw  material 
lower  dividends;  but  in  the  case  of  ex- 
ports to  warring  nations,  the  selling  price 
has  taken  care  of  high  wages,  high  priced 
raw  material  and  high  dividends.  There 
are  certain  steel  products  selling  at  an 
advance  of  200'7«  over  the  price  of  1914. 

Consequences  are  evident  in  a  wild  and 
runaway  stock  market.  The  stock  market 
has  been  on  a  something  worse  than  a 
stampede.  It  has  been  on  what  the 
street  calls  a  wild  "bust."  Copper,  cotton, 
steel,  wheat,  are  200%  higher  than  in 
1914.  Industrials,  munitions,  utilities, 
railroads — all  are  soaring  on  a  wild  volta- 
plane  joy-ride  in   the  clouds,  above  the 


clouds,  among 
the  kites  and 
other  high  explo- 
sives that  go 
up  to  come 
down;     and 


when  the  coming  down  time  is  due,  there 
is  a  scatteration  with  ruin  and  fragments. 
I  hear  people  who  are  ordinarily  sane 
predicting  how  cotton,  nickel,  copper, 
wheat,  steel — are  bound  to  be — can't  pos- 
sibly miss  being — second  Bethlehem  steels. 

And  gold  continues  pouring  into  the 
country  in  volumes  to  swamp  the  avarice 
of  Midas.  In  1914,  there  was  in  the 
United  States  a  reserve  of  $1,890,000,000 
of  the  yellow  metal.  In  1916,  the  gold  had 
increased  to  $2,700,000,000 — an  increase 
of  $800,000,000.  Gold  is  coming  to  the 
United  States  from  abroad  at  the  rate  of 
$65,000,000  a  month.  Though  the  country 
has  loaned  abroad  one  and  a  half  billions 
since  the  war  began,  the  loans  have  been 
chiefly  in  the  forms  of  credits  for  goods 
bought  and  to  be  bought;  so  that  as  the 
credits  come  to  be  paid,  the  loans  have 
really  increased  the  yellow  floods  of  in- 
flowing gold.  In  other  words,  this  coun- 
try is  yearly  importing  as  much  gold  as 
the  entire  world  produces  in  a  year. 

Exports  are  to-day  four  times  greater 
than  in  1914. 

TS  ANY  more  proof  needed  of  the  fact 
-*■  that  Uncle  Sam  is  redundantly,  riot- 
ously prosperous?  Could  he  be  any  more 
prosperous  and  not  blow  up  like  the  deep 
sea  fish  that  brought  suddenly  to  the 
upper  rarer  airs  instantaneously  fly  to 
pieces?  Is  it  surprising  that  the  impover- 
ished nations  of  Europe,  taxed  to  the  hilt 
and  battling  to  the  death  for  freedom, 
should  have  a  glowing  and  growing  re- 
sentment to  this  democracy  larded  in  opu- 
lence, wallowing  in  wealth,  at  ease,  at 
peace,  safe,  while  the  rest  of  the  world 
fights  for  the  principles  of  democracy? 

General  Wood  has  declared- — and  no  one 
has  disputed  him — that  the  end  of  the  war 
would  see  the  United  States  the  most  en- 
vied, the  most  hated,  the  most  despised 
nation  of  the  world;  and  Theodore  Roose- 
velt has  added  that  Americans  will  be  just 
about  as  able  to  defend  themselves  as  any 
other  fat  man  with  a  protruding  bay  win- 
dow, or  as  a  huge  cheese  attacked  by  mag- 
gots. 

In  the  face  of  all  this,  it  seems  almost 
preposterously  incredible  to  say  that 
Uncle  Sam  is  paying  for  the  war  through 
his  pockets  and  through  his  nose.  It 
seems  one  of  Shaw's  absurd  paradoxes  to 


add  that  the  price  Uncle  Sam  is  paying 
now  is  a  mere  bagatelle  compared  to  the 
price  he  is  going  to  pay  for  the  war  in 
the  almost  immediate  future. 

Yet  look  at  facts!  Look  at  them  hard 
and  take  in  what  they  mean ! 

At  the  present 
date  of  wriitng  — 
November  1st — the 
cost  of  bread,  the  cost 
of  milk,  the  cost  of 
meat,  the  cost  of 
clothing,  rent,  fuel — 
each  aivl  all  are  100% 
higher  in  the  United 
States  than  in  Ger- 
many or  in  Austria. 

Surely  I  am  mis- 
taken !  No,  not  by  as 
much  as  a  cent!  Five  cents  to-day  will 
buy  a  loaf  of  white  bread  in  Germany 
twice  as  large  as  the  5-cent  loaf  in  New 
York.  Food  is  cheaper  to-day  in  a  Ber- 
lin restaurant  than  in  New  York.  How 
is  that?  Because  when  the  price  mani- 
pulators of  Germany  began  to  jack  up 
prices,  the  Government  put  on  screws  and 
forced  them  down.  This  was  done  in  the 
case  of  milk,  meat,  bread,  and  potatoes — 
the  staple  wholesome  foods.  If  any  one 
doubts  this,  he  can  get  the  exact  lists  of 
prices  from  the  U.S.  Department  of 
Labor  and  Commerce.  Don't  confuse 
points!  This  does  not  mean  there  is  not 
scarcity  of  food  in  Germany  and  Aus- 
tria. "There  is  great,  growing  and  dread- 
ful scarcity;  but  for  such  food  as  does  ex- 
ict,  the  price  is  lower  in  Europe  than  in 
the  United  States.  How  is  it  possible  that 
Europe  can  pay  $2  plus  for  American 
wheat  and  sell  bread  cheaper  than  Amer- 
icans do?  Simply  because  in  time  of  war 
the  European  Governments  regulate  the 
price  of  food.  Americans  are  at  peace; 
and  the  Trusts  in  Food  Products — beef, 
pork,  milk,  wheat,  corn — have  worked 
their  will  unchecked — because,  gentlemen, 
Americans  are  neutral  and  are  "too  proud 
to  fight,"  and  they  thank  God  they  are  at 
peace,  though  a  prophet  once  declaimed 
about  "a  ^peace  —  peace  that  was  no 
peace." 

I  want  you  to  take  a  few  figures  on 
bread!  The  5-cent  loaf  to-day  is  just 
half  the  size  it  was  before  the  war.  Or 
put  it  differently!  The  same  sized  loaf 
costs  10  to  12  cents.  A  housekeeper  re- 
cently wrote  to  the  New  York  press  that 
the  6-cent  loaf  only  weighed  one-half 
pound,  where  it  used  to  cost  5  cents  and 
weigh  a  pound.  She  said  that  loaf  just 
lasted  her  family  of  eight  one  meal.  Put 
it  in  this  way!  One  6-cent  loaf  equals  8 
people  one  meal.  Put  the  population  of 
the  United  States  at  one  hundred  mil- 
lions! On  the  basis  of  8  people  equal  one 
loaf,  they  require  per  meal  12,500,000 
loaves  at  6  cents — or  cost  per  meal  in 
bread  $750,000.  Before  the  war  that  loaf 
would  have  lasted  2  meals  and  cost  only 
5  cents.  In  other  words,  one-half  loaf 
at  5  cents  equals  8  people  1  meal.  Total 
country  requires  6,250,000  loaves  at  5 
cents — or  cost  per  meal  in  bread  $312,500. 
We'll  suppose  at  dinner,  bread  is  elimin- 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


ated  by  meat  and  vegetables  and  pastry 
— though  flour  goes  into  the  cooking  of 
these,  too;  but  put  the  increased  price  of 
bread  for  two  meals  a  day  only,  this  in- 
crease totals  $875,000  a  day  for  the 
nation.  Deduct  fast  days.though  I  don't 
personally  know  any  one  in  the  United 
States  who  is  fasting.  Restaurants  and 
banks  and  employers  say  this  nation  is 
not  fasting — it  is  riotously  feasting  and 
wasting  enough  to  feed  another  nation ; 
but  deduct  65  days  in  the  year;  and  on  a 
basis  of  300  days  in  the  year,  the  in- 
creased cost  of  bread  totals  $262,500,000 
for  the  year.  Now  America  sold  Europe 
in  1914-15  only  338,000,000  bushels  of 
wheat  at  prices  ranging  from  $1.25  to 
$1.75,  and  in  1915-16  only  250,000,000 
bushels  at  a  slightly  lower  figure.  (Eur- 
ope paid  higher  by  40  to  50  cents ;  but  that 
was  freight.  I  am  quoting  New  York  and 
Chicago  prices.)  In  other  words,  the 
increased  cost  of  bread  to  the  American 
consumer  for  1916  exceeds  all  the  profit 
made  on  American  wheat  in  1915-16. 

A  ND  THE  war  has  caused  similar  in- 
■^~*-  creases  in  meat,  metals,  lumber, 
clothing.  Cotton  is  at  20  cents  where  it 
was  10  and  11  cents.  Copper  is  at  24  to 
28,  where  it  was  12  to  17  cents.  Beef  is 
at  28  to  32,  where  it  was  17  to  22  cents. 
Oil  for  motors  has  almost  doubled.  Paper 
prices  have  quadrupled.  Take  a  look  at 
this  list  of  wholesale  prices: — 


1912 
Flour  (bbl.)  ...$4.95 
Potatoes  (bus.).  1.50 
Sugar    (bbl.)     ..   4.90 

Lard  (lb.) 10% 

Pork  (lb.) 17 

Wheat    (bus.)..   1.06 

Veal   (lb.) 14 

Butter  (lb.)  ..  .25 
Eggs  (doz.)  ..  .30 
Salmon  (can)  .  .10 
Steak  (lb.)  ...  .18 
Lumber  (M) .  .$15  to  $25 
Firewood  (cord)  $4  to  $  5 
Coal  (ton)   .  .$5.75  to  $6 


1916 

$9.45 

2.75 

6.47 


1. 


.15% 
.30 
,89 
.25 
.36 
.44 
.14 
.32 
$25  to  $60 
$  8  to  $10 
$6  to  $7.75 


TT  IS  all  very  well,  and  very  misleading 
to  say  food  has  increased  in  England 
55%,  in  Germany  100%,  in  Norway  63% 
— what  percentages  do  you  work  out  the 
increases  for  America?  Of  210  brands 
of  bread  sold  in  the  United  States,  only  14 
in  remote  sections  close  to  the  wheat  belt 
sell  at  the  same  price  as  in  1915.  It  is 
also  all  very  well  to  say  the  short  crops 
would  have  sent  the  price  up  wTthout  the 
war.  They  would ;  but  without  war,  there 
would  not  be  a  universal  world  shortage ; 
for  fifty  million  men,  dead  or  fighting  on 
the  line,  would  have  been  at  work  in  pro- 
ductive fields.  Also  it  is  no  consolation  to 
know  that  in  food  products,  prices  cannot 
come  down  much  for  at  least  2  years,  for 
the  simple  reason,  labor  is  so  short  and 
seed  so  short,  there  is  no  possibility  of 
making  up  the  shortage  within  two  sea- 
sons. 

Statisticians  have  figured  that  the  war 
has  imposed  a  tax  of  20%  on  every  house- 
holder's pocket  in  the  United  States.  And 
who  get  the  profits  —  just  a  group  of 
highly  paid  artisans — say  280,000  on  the 
railroads,  possibly  another  500,000  in 
steel  and  allied  products.  Then  as  to  divi- 
dends and  surplus  gold,  an  inner  group 
of  an  inner  ring  in  control  of — 

(1)  The  banks; 

(2)  The   munition    factories    such    as 
steel,  oil,  motors; 


(3)  The  food  products  such  as  beef, 
condensed   milk,   wheat,   flour,   etc. 

The  hundred  million  people  pay  the  tax. 
The  inner  group  of  the  inner  ring  gather 
the  big  profits. 

OUT  THE  reaction  of  the  war  goes 
-'-'  deeper  under  the  skin  of  things  than 
prices.  If  I  were  asked  what  price  Uncle 
Sam  is  paying  for  his  joy  ride  of  pros- 
perity, I  would  answer : — 

(1)  In  a  higher  and  higher  cost  of 
living. 

(2)  In  a  higher  and  higher  cost  of 
labor. 

(3)  In  a  higher  and  higher  cost  of 
capital.  (Interest  rates  used  to  be  2%  to 
4%.     They  are  now  5%  to  8%.) 

(4)  In  a  surplus  abundance  of  gold 
that  will  end  in  panic. 

(5)  In  a  conspiracy  of  silence  that  has 
entered  into  the  very  vitals  of  the  integ- 
rity of  the  nation. 

(6)  And  finally,  there  is  the  aftermath, 
which  no  living  soul  may  predict.  The 
aftermath  may  be  a  "Feed  America  First" 
clamor  in  the  next  Congress,  deliberately 
designed  to  catch  the  popular  ear  and  to 
involve  the  United  States  in  friction  with 
the  Allies.  Such  a  plan  or  plot  is  now 
under  way  among  the  German  propagan- 
dists; and  the  very  extortionate  cost  of 
living  will  give  it  tremendous  imi>etus. 

A  S  TO  the  increased  cost  of  living, 
■^*-  bread  is  typical.  You  can  work  the 
figures  out  for  yourself  in  lumber,  fuel, 
beef. 

As  to  labor  —  consider  a  moment! 
Where  America  formerly  had  one  million 
immigrants  a  year,  she  now  has  only 
100,000 — which  barely  fills  the  depletion 
in  ranks  by  mortality  and  age.  Dock 
laborers  are  to-day  getting  $6  where  be- 
fore the  war  they  got  $1.75 ;  and  this  is 
typical  of  the  entire  scale.  Ford's  much 
heralded  $5  per  day  would  rank  only  as  a 
moderate  wage  in  many  factories.  The 
consequences  are  apparent.  As  soon  as 
abnormal  profits  slacken,  capital  will  be 
so  near  the  dead  line  of  a  topple  over, 
that  it  will  be  safer  to  shut  down  than 
to  go  on.  Though  the  war  last  another 
two  years,  the  day  of  big  munition  orders 
is  past  in  America.  Europe  will  need 
raw  material  to  the  end  of  the  war;  but 


she  can  amply  supply  her  own  munitions 
from  now  on.  This  is  true  of  even  Rus- 
sia. The  American  stock  market  still 
booms,  but  it  booms  because  dividends  are 
being  paid  on  past  orders;  and  "the  inner 
group  of  the  inner  ring"  will  hold  prices 
up  till  as  usual  they  have  unloaded  at 
top  notch  prices  on  the  gullible,  eager 
public.  Meanwhile,  what  is  happening 
out  in  the  factories?  Let  us  acknowledge 
that  steel,  oil,  wheat,  flour,  copper  and 
beef  will  "boom"  to  the  end  of  the  war! 
In  munition  factories,  as  many  as  5,000 
men  are  being  warned  in  single  concerns 
they  will  be  laid  off  by  Christmas.  The 
labor  "slump"  has  not  begun ;  because  no 
big  industry — as  the  railroads  amply  de- 
monstrated— would  risk  a  strike  before 
the  elections.  Nor  will  the  factories  risk 
a  strike  after  elections.  They  will  simply 
follow  the  lead  of  the  powder  concerns — 
lay  off  in  batches  of  2,000  and  5,000. 

Ljr  OW  does  surplus  gold  in  a  country 
*■  -'■  bring  about  a  panic?  Gold  in  it- 
self is  not  worth  as  much  as  steel  or  iron. 
It  is  less  useful,  less  durable.  It  is  only 
valuable  as  a  universal  medium  of  ex- 
change and  international  barter.  Before 
the  war,  we'll  say,  a  man  was  earning  $2 
a  day  and  flour  was  worth  $5  a  barrel. 
The  equation  stood  thus — 2%  days'  work 
equals  a  barrel  of  flour.  But  suddenly  the 
gross  of  gold  in  a  country  increased  two- 
fold. Flour  increased  to  $10  a  barrel. 
The  equation  stands  thus:  4%  days  work 
equals  a  barrel  of  flour.  But  just  as  the 
gold  increased,  the  world's  supply  of  flour 
shrank  by  half.  The  equation  becomes 
this:  4%  days  work  equals  one-half  barrel 
of  flour.  Suddenly  labor  awakes  and 
scratches  its  bewildered  head.  Why  is  it 
the  purchasing  power  of  the  $5  gold  piece 
shrinks  with  increasing  gold  and  decreas- 
ing flour?  So  labor  demands  double 
wages;  and  the  equation  stands  thus:  2% 
days  work  equals  one-half  barrel  of  flour. 
Even  with  double  wages,  labor  gets  only 
half  as  much  flour  as  before  the  war;  and 
if  you  are  neither  the  laborer  with  the 
double  wages,  nor  a  member  of  the  inner 
group  with  the  double  supply  of  gold,  it 
isn't  hard  to  explain  why  you  feel  the 
pinch.  That  is  why  a  "bulge"  of  gold 
always  means  to  the  street  "a  bust,"  or 
in  dignified  language,  points  the  way  to 
panic. 

F      THE 
conspiracy 
of      silence 
which       Uncle 
Sam    pays    as 
the     price     of 
his   prosperity, 
no    better    ex- 
ample could  be 
given  than  the 
1916     election. 
It   has   been    a 
thing  to   make 
every    true 
American 
hang  his  head 
in    shame   and 
silence.       For 
the    fir-st    time 
in  the  history  of  the  coun- 
try,   a    foreign    vote    was 
able  to  dictate  whether  a 
president  should  open   his 
mouth  and  tell   the   truth, 
down  the  lid.     For  the  first  time 
vote  was  able  to  dic- 
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O" 


By  A.  C.  Allenson 

Who  wrote  "The  Bluewater  Prodigal," 
"In  the  House  of  Rimmon,"  etc. 

Illustrated  by 
Dudley  Ward 

SPEAKING  in  legal  phrase,  one  must 
regard  the  proximate  cause  of  it  all 
as  Mr.  Mactavish.  Doubtless  the 
Spring  season  and  Mrs.  Slingsby  were  im- 
plicated as  accessories  before  the  fact, 
but  Mr.  Mactavish,  general  manager  of 
the  chain  of  country  banks  that  dot  one 
section  of  the  province,  in  sending  Phil- 
pott  to  manage  the  branch  at  Bramhope, 
originated  the  affair.  You  would  scarce- 
ly have  suspected  him  of  it  either,  judg- 
ing from  the  outward  appearance.  Tall, 
thin,  grim,  dry,  with  coldly  shrewd,  blue 
eyes,  he  looked  much  more  like  an  ab- 
stract of  banking  law,  bound  in  parch- 
ment, than  an  agent  of  the  fat  little  boy 
with  the  deadly  arrow.  Still,  as  the  sapi- 
ent Mr.  Shaw  observes,  you  never  can  tell. 
Those  who  had  to  tackle  Mr.  Mactavish 
on  a  tricky  bit  of  personal  finance  would 
scarcely  have  believed  that  the  gimlet 
eyes  could  twinkle,  but  they  could,  and 
sometimes  did,  for  behind  the  gruff  ex- 
terior he  was  quite  human.  Had  he  been 
merely  the  offspring  of  an  elaborate  sys- 
tem of  accounting,  he  would  not  have  at- 
tained the  position  he  held.  He  was  a 
student,  post-graduate,  of  men  and  condi- 
tions, and  nothing  akin  to  human  interest 
was  foreign  to  him.  To  the  ordinary  per- 
son, unillumined  by  the  spark  that  makes 
genius,  love  and  ledgers  stand  at  opposed 
poles.  Mr.  Mactavish  was  not  an  ordin- 
ary person ;  he  knew  that  love  jeers  at 
geography,  as  at  most  serious  things, 
and  he  had  moments  of  positive  inspira- 
tion. 

Bramhope,  for  a  country  town,  was  a 
hustling  business  centre,  and  had  quite  a 
lively  social  circle.  There  was  the  upper 
ten,  and,  mind  you,  extremely  upper  too. 
Then  came  the  middle  class,  the  "bour- 
geoise"  as  those  who  had  travelled  on  a 
Cook's  excursion  as  far  as  Paris,  called 
them.  Then  the  proletariat,  herd,  mob, 
unwashed.  Radiating  from  the  town  were 
numerous  prosperous  villages,  with  quite 
a  number  of  lively  young  people  in  them. 

T_r  ITHERTO  Mr.  Mactavish's  man- 
-*■  J-  agers  had  been  snug  married  men, 
who  being  matrimonially  disposed  of, 
were  supposed  to  add  gravity  to  the  bank- 
ing business.  They  were  usually  the  kind 
who  had  evolved  from  the  stage  at  which 
their  figures  were  slim  and  hair  wavy,  to 
that  in  which  their  hair  had  become  slim 
and  their  figures  wavy.  They  pottered 
round  their  gardens,  pipe^in  mouth,  in  the 
hours  of  summer  leisure,  and  in  winter 
stuck  their  feet  in  warm  slippers  and  slept 
over  a  newspaper,  adjacent  to  the  radia- 
tor, when  the  toils  of  day  were  over. 

Business  was  not  increasing  and  a  brisk 
rival  in  a  near  by  town  was  running  Mac- 
tavish's men  off  their  legs,  and  skimming 
a  lot  of  nice  thick  banking  cream.    It  was 


then  that  the  general  manager  came 
round  on  what  was  called  one  of  his  snif- 
fing tours.  The  result  was  the  arrival  of 
Mr.  Archibald  Philpott,  a  dapper,  indus- 
trious, highly  conscientious  bachelor. 
Naturally  there  are  bank  clerks  and  bank 
clerks  —  some  roystering  blades  from 
whose  spirits  dry  finance  has  not  evapor- 
ated all  the  joy  of  life,  and  others,  who 
obviously  believe  that  Fate  has  ordained 
them  to  carry  forward  the  pleasing  bur- 
dens borne  by  the  late  Mr.  J.  Pierpont 
Morgan.  Mr.  Philpott  took  himself  quite 
seriously,  as  all  men  of  the  new  efficiency 
should,  was  reserved,  slightly  suspicious 
that  the  world  might  be  hyphenating  plots 
against  him,  correct  to  modishness  in  ap- 
parel with  a  distinct  taste  in  ties.  More- 
over he  sang  a  sweet  if  mild  tenor  in 
Church,  played  a  rather  dashing  hand  at 
F'ive  Hundred  and  did  not  mind  being 
"mothered"  by  good-natured  ladies  with 
marriageable  daughters.  If  there  was 
one  flaw  in  Mr.  Philpott — mind  I  say 
"if" — it  was  a  shyness  with  the  opposite 
sex,  so  far  as  its  unappropriated  members 
were  concerned,  that  amounted  almost  to 
priggishness  at  times. 

'  I  *HIS  day  there  was  a  delicious,  seduc- 

■*■     tive   whisper   of   Spring  in   the   air. 

The    woods    were    swaying    in    decorous 

gladness  at  its  invitation,  the  lakes  and 


streams  snapping  their  icy  fetters.  Cus- 
tomers at  the  bank  seemed  to  feel  the  de- 
lightful exhilaration.  Mr.  Philpott  felt 
it  too,  the  subtle,  wooing  call  of  the  re- 
awakening world.  When  a  sedate  young 
manager,  typing  chill  notices  about  notes 
to  come  due,  finds  himself  at  eleven  in  the 
morning  humming  a  syrupy  thing  about 
"Pretty  lips,  sweeter  than  cherry  or 
plum," 
with  a  luscious  "Yum!  Yum!  Yum" 
chorus  to  it,  one  may  fairly  argue  an 
abnormal  condition  of  mind.  Ordinarily, 
Mr.  Philpott,  who  had  a  refined  taste  in 
literature,  would  have  despised  the  dog- 
gerel. To-day  he  merely  regretted  that 
his  familiarity  with  the  song's  sentiment 
was  purely  academic  and  second-hand. 
There  was  something,  perhaps,  to  account 
for  this  unusual  state  of  his  tenderer  emo- 
tions. A  week  before  he  had  escorted 
Miss  Emma  Carey  to  a  dance,  thereby 
proclaiming  his  preference  to  all  whom  it 
might  concern,  for  her  above  other  girls. 
She  had  responded  to  this  by  dancing  a 
quite  unnecessary  number  of  times  with 
one  Charlie  Denison,  a  mere  mine  clerk. 
When  she  returned,  looking  deliciously 
pink  and  joyous,  to  the  lounge  where  Mr. 
Philpott  sat  moodily  ruining  a  neat  little 
black  moustache,  he  artfully  inveigled  her 
into  the  dim  conservatory.  So  far,  so 
good.     One  would  have   supposed,  that, 


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having  at  least  the  sense  of  an  average 
tomtit,  he  would  have  evened  up  on  Mr. 
Denison.  the  mere  mine  ckrk.  Instead,  he 
proceeded  to  chide  the  spirited  lady  rather 
sulkily.  There  was  a  curt  request  that 
he  mind  his  own  business,  the  flutter  of 
a  defiant  fan,  the  swish  of  indignant 
skirts,  and  he  was  left  in  pathetic  desola- 
tion 'neath  the  sheltering  palm. 

The  question  now  was,  Could  he  forgive 
her?     He  decided  that  perhaps  he  might. 

"tJI!  THERE,  Mr.  Philpott!"  The 
••^  voice,  exploding  in  the  midst  of 
his  pleasant  reflections,  startled  him. 
looking  up,  he  saw  a  stout  lady,  with  snub 
nose  flattened  against  the  window,  her 
good-natured  face  wreathed  in  smiles. 
Ordinarily  the  greeting  "Hi!  There" 
would  have  annoyed  him,  as  impinging 
upon  managerial  dignity,  but  Mrs.  Slings- 
by  was  a  privileged  person.  Her  husband 
had  a  substantial  balance  at  the  bank, 
and  was,  moreover,  a  stockholder.  She  her- 
self was  a  cordial  soul  of  the  mothering 
kind.  She  had  one  consuming  passion  in 
life,  being  a  philanthropic  hunter  of  the 
biggest  of  big  game — men.  Gun  or  rod 
over  her  shoulder,  she  ranged  the  woods 
or  whipped  the  streams  for  the  amphibi- 
ous creatures. 

She  had  a  wide  circle  of  female  rela- 
tives, and  was  always  on  the  lookout  for 
suitable  young  men  upon  whom  she  might 
bestow,  or  unload,  specimens  of  her 
friends.  She  made  no  secret  of  it,  but 
laid  her  plans,  sometimes  spreading  the 
net,  and  not  vainly,  in  sight  of  the  bird — 
for  the  wise  man  of  the  Old  Testament  did 
not  know  everything  —  and  then  went 
after  her  quarry  with  bold,  good-humored 
shrewdness  that  was  a  lesson  in  the  re- 
finements of  the  diplomatic  game.  Had 
Mrs.  Slingsby  been  sent  to  the  Balkans 
she  would  have  had  the  various  royal 
wobblers  roped  and  hog-lied  in  less  time 
than  Downing  Street  could  turn  round  in. 
Having  discovered  the  unattached 
young  man,  she  decided  to  whom  he  ought 
to  belong  and  then  started  after  him 
with  dinners,  picnics,  parties,  cosy  corners 
and  shrewd  throwings  together,  till  she 
netted  him.  Then  she  struck  him  off  her 
calendar.  No  need  to  run  after  the  bus 
you've  caught.  She  made  a  young  man 
so  appreciate  the  homey  comforts  of  home 
that  he  just  had  to  have  one  of  his  own. 

Sometimes,    later,    the    young    man ., 

But  never  mind,  that's  a  different  story. 
And  they're  fickle  anyway. 

pniLPOTT  was  a  superior  kind  of  fish, 
■*•  and,  while  at  times  her  bluffness  dis- 
tressed his  finer  sensibilities,  he  felt  she 
was  quite  unique,  and  capable  of  slapping 
the  President  of  the  Bank  on  the  back,  or 
poking  Mr.  Mactavish  in  the  ribs.  She 
was  that  kind  of  a  woman.  She  now  came 
in,  grasped  his  hand  in  a  wrestler's  grip, 
and  held  it  while  she  searched  his  face 
eagerly  for  indications  of  ill-health  that 
would  furnish  excuse  for  more  coddling. 
He  was  vastly  relieved  when  she  let  go,  a 
horrible  feeling  at  his  heart  that  she 
might  give  way  to  her  feelings  and  kiss 
him. 

"And  how  be  ye?"  she  asked,  squeezing 
herself  into  an  armchair.  "Kind  o' 
peeked  looking,  and  no  wonder,  with  all 
that  germ-breeding  money  round.  Ain't 
it  the  darling  day?  Stock's  all  out  at 
grass,  and  folks  busy  as  bees  sugaring. 
I  came  to  ask  you  out  for  Friday.  It's  a 
holiday,  so  I've  fixed  up  a  sugaring-oflf 


for  afternoon,  with  a  dance  at  night. 
You'll  come?" 

"I'll  be  glad  to,  thank  you,  Mrs.  Slings- 
by," he  replied.  "There's  a  sort  of 
spring  feeling  in  the  air." 

"Ain't  there  now?"  she  agreed.  "Well, 
I'm  glad  you  can  come  Friday.  But,  mind, 
you've  got  to  bring  a  girl." 

"A  girl!"  he  jepeated,  his  paje  face  be- 
coming very  pink. 

"Huh!  Huh!"  she  nodded.  "Capital 
G-i-r-1,  Girl,"  She  leaned  over  the  flat- 
topped  desk,  and  whispered  in  a  hoarse 
rumble  the  most  distant  clerk  could  hear. 
"There's  Emma  Carey."  There  was  a 
chuckle  in  the  outer  office  and  Mr.  Phil- 
pott coughed  sternly.  He  thought  Mrs. 
Slingsby  unusually  indelicate. 

"Had  a  spat,  ain't  ye?"  she  grinned. 
"That's  nothing  at  all.  Love  without 
spats  is  like  turkey  without  cranberry." 
And  the  dear  old  ruffian  winked  under- 
standingly  and  departed.  Really,  thought 
Archibald,  she  had  odd  manners  and 
speech,  but  her  heart  was  all  right. 

A  FTER  she  had  gone,  he  made  a  vali- 
■'*■  ant  effort  to  settle  down  to  work,  but 
in  vain.  Emma  Carey's  face  seemed  to  be 
framed  in  the  middle  of  his  ledger  pages; 
and  such  illustrations  are  not  conducive 
to  accurate  accounting.  He  went  to 
lunch,  but  even  boarding  house  fare  could 
not  down  the  ethereal  feeling.  He  re- 
turned, singing  snatches  he  had  caught 
from  the  warblings  of  his  clerks,  about 
honey  girls,  and  beautiful  dolls,  and  such- 
like unmanagerial  vanities.  He  pined  for 
first  hand  knowledge  of  these  things  that 
seemed  so  amazingly  familiar  to  the  most 
ordinary   youth   in   the   office. 

When  the  bank  closed  he  went  out  for 
a  walk.  Feeling  like  revelry  he  turned 
into  the  Greek's  for  an  ice-cream  soda. 
There,  at  the  counter,  buying  chocolates, 
was  Emma  Carey,  dainty  as  Spring  itself, 
merry-eyed,  pink-cheeked,  with  delicious 
little  curls  about  her  temples  that  the 
wind,  whispering  Spring  messages,  had 
ruffled  distractingly.  His  first  impulse 
was  to  bolt,  a  second  and  worthier  one 
drove  him  on.  She  turned  and  gave  him 
a  smiling  nod,  and  a  wave  of  delight  en- 
gulfed him.  He  remarked  the  extraordin- 
ary weather,  she  commented  on  the  un- 
precedented earliness  of  Spring.  Thus 
they  found  themselves  at  a  little  corner 
table,  with  ice  cream  sodas  before  them. 
She  was  gathering  her  packages,  prepara- 
tory to  departure,  when  he  determined  to 
grasp  opporunity. 

"Miss  Carey,"  he  began.  He  had  only 
dared  to  call  her  "Emma"  in  the  brilliant 
duologues  he  sustained  in  the  privacy  of 
his  room. 

She  looked  up  with  a  smile  of  expect- 
ancy. 

"There  is  to  be  a  sugaring-off  at  Mrs. 

Slingsby's  on  Friday.     May  I ?     That 

is,  would  you ?     Er!     I  mean  would 

you  give  me  the  pleasure  of  your  com- 
pany?" she  stammered. 

"I'd  really  love  to,  Mr.  Philpott."  she 
replied.  His  spirits  winged  the  empyrean. 
"If  I  hadn't  made  another  engagement." 
There  was  a  momentary  sparkle,  almost 
vicious,  in  the  corner  of  her  eyes.  He  had 
been  an  idiot  about  the  dance,  sulking,  of 
all  detestable  things,  and  making  stupid 
demonstration  that  gave  publicity  to  what 
might  have  been  just  a  temporary,  bitter- 
sweet secret  for  two.  "I  promised  to  go 
to   the   sugaring-off   with    Mr.    Denison." 

The  blow  caught  him  full  on  the  point 
of    the    jaw.      He    vaguely    hoped    that 


young  Mr.  Denison  might  call  at  the  bank 
one  of  these  early  mornings,  seeking  a 
little  trifling  accommodation.  He'd  ac- 
commodate  him   all   right. 

Before  he  could  disentangle  himself 
from  the  astronomical  confusion,  Miss 
Wyndham  entered  the  store.  Her  arrival 
brought  him  to,  as  a  spray  of  ice  water 
may  have  done.  Miss  Wyndham  was  not 
pretty,  according  to  popular  standards. 
But  then  it  isn't  every  man  who  cares  for 
sugar  and  candy.  There  are  those,  good 
judges  of  what  they  like,  too,  who  fancy 
an  acid  dash  in  their  sweets.  Prudence 
Wyndham  had  disconcertingly  direct 
eyes.  Sometimes  Mr.  Philpott  fancied  he 
could  see  them  laughing  at  him  behind 
their  demure  grey  veil.  He  thought  she 
lacked  the  soothing  srweetness  of  true 
womanliness.  His  preference  was  for  the 
clinging  type,  who  rely,  or  make  a  bluff 
at  it,  on  the  grand  masculinity  of  the 
sterner  sex,  and  turn  it  to  account  after 
marriage  in  making  him  lug  coal  hods 
and  wheel  baby  carriages.  He  could  not 
fancy  Miss  Wyndham  as  a  real  bit  of  ivy. 
Indeed,  he  suspected  her  of  being  quite 
capable  of  turning  the  shafts  of  ridicule 
upon  the  sensitively  tender  sentimentali- 
ties of  love.  Really,  he  was  afraid  she 
was  satirical,  which  is  an  unfeminine 
thing  that  no  truly  loving  woman  should 
be  guilty  of. 

"Prudence!"  said  Emma  to  the  new  ar- 
rival. "Will  you  come  with  us  to  Aunt 
Slingsby's  on  Friday?  There  is  to  be  a 
sugaring-off,  dance,  and  moonlight  drive 
home.  It  will  be  ripping  fun.  I'm  sorry 
1  can't  stay  now,  but  you  and  Mr.  Philpott 
can  fix  things  up.  Thank  you  for  the 
soda,  Mr.  Philpott.  It  was  delicious.  I'd 
have  one  if  I  were  you,  Prue.  They  are 
scrumptious."  And  so  the  traitress  aban- 
doned him. 

IV/riSS  WYNDHAM  looked  after  the 
^^^  flying  Emma,  then  surveyed  the 
downcast  man.  A  ghostly  smile  flickered 
about  her  expressive  lips. 

"I  think  I  will  have  a.  soda,  lemon, 
please."  And  she  took  the  vacant  chair. 
Mr.  Philpott  roused  and  politely  gave 
the  order. 

"Charming  girl,  Emma,"  she  observed. 
"A  trifle  impulsive  and  casual,  perhaps. 
The  soda  is  excellent.  Please  do  not  mind 
disentangling  me  from  your  arms,  Mr. 
Philpott." 

He  gasped  and  blushed  vividly,  the  girl 
regarding  him  absently. 

"I  mean,  of  course,  metaphorically," 
she  explained  primly.  "Emma  flung  me 
into  them  so  very  unceremoniously.  Hor- 
ribly embarrassing,  and  all  that  kind  of 
thing  —  but  I  love  sugaring-offs,  don't 
you?" 

He  returned  to  the  bank  wrathfully. 

"Spring!"  The  man  who  said  so  was  a 
liar.  Philpott  descended  to  the  cellar  and 
coaled  up  the  furnace. 

III. 

MR.  PHILPOTT  was  not  an  expert 
horseman,  and  the  livery  people  al- 
ways gave  him  a  horse  purged  of  earthly 
passion.  This  day  the  beat  was  an  un- 
qualified plug.  Timid  as  was  the  driver, 
he  wished  it  a  snorting,  thunderbolt  of 
an  equine  dragon.  Two  hours,  as  we  all 
know,  may  be  a  prolonged  eternity,  or  the 
fraction  of  an  instant.  So  much  depends 
on  the  girl.  Between  Miss  Wyndham  and 
himself  was  a   six  inch  gap,  efficient  as 


M  A  C  L  E  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


one  of  six  miles  to  bar  the  entente  cordiale, 
fitting,  if  not  proper,  on  such  occasions. 

He  recollected  rides  with  Emma,  and 
the  bumps  on  the  joggly  bits  of  road.  It 
was  not  at  all  the  same  now.  Prudence 
was  thinner.  Lashed  by  memory  he 
passed  it  on  to  the  horse. 

But  things  were  all  right  after  their 
arrival.  Emma  was  there  already,  and 
seemed  disposed  to  be  nice  to  him.  A 
sugaring-off  has  no  formality,  and  Pru- 
dence displayed  no  desire  to  retain  her 
escort.  She  knew  everybody,  was  popu- 
lar, and  so  promptly  dropped  him.  He 
bustled  about  with  Emma  through  the 
snowy  bush,  as  if  he  had  been  an  ordin- 
ary young  man,  fetching  buckets  of  sap. 
He  sat  with  her  on  the  log  bench  while  the 
boiling  was  going  on,  shared  the  excite- 
ment at  the  critical  moment,  dashed  out 
with  her  to  cool  the  "wax"  on  the  snow, 
and  ate  out  of  the  same  tin.  At  the 
dance,  too,  he  monopolized  her  with  an 
artful  boldness  that  amazed  himself.  The 
fun  was  at  its  height  when  Slingsby 
came  in. 

"Guess  you  folks  will  have  to  stay  the 
night.  The  river's  full  and  rising  fast. 
It  may  go  out  any  time,  and  the  snow 
on  the  road  is  rotten,"  he  said 

T^  OR  a  week  the  sun  had  been  melting 
^  the  snow  crust  and.  after  the  sugar- 
ing-off, rain  had  come  in  warm  torrential 
showers.  Emma  said  she  must  get  home, 
if  at  all  possible,  so  Denison  started  with 
her  at  once. 

Mr.  Philpott  slept  over  the  bank,  though 
what  he  would  have  done  had  an  enter- 
prising burglar  appeared,  was  matter  for 
speculation  among  his  acquaintance.  Off 
he  went  with  Miss  Wyndham,  the  horse, 
homeward  bound,  putting  on  a  speedier 
shuffle.  The  rain  was  not  so  heavy  now, 
but  they  could  hear  the  river,  ordinarily 
a  rivulet,  thundering  down  in  spate  to 
the  lake. 

Twice  it  had  to  be  crossed,  and  the 
bridges  were  ricketty,  wooden  make- 
shifts, built  to  go  out  at  Spring  flood,  and 
furnish  neat  little  jobs  for  near-by  farm- 
ers to  top  off  the  hard  winter  with.  The 
first  bridge  they  crossed  safely,  though 
the  waters  were  running  bank  high,  with 
logs  and  trees  smashing  against  the  crazy 
supports.  Halfway  across  the  flat  to  the 
second  they  met  the  flooding  waters,  and 
the  horse  began  to  flounder  badly. 

"I'm  afraid  we  can't  make  it,"  said  Mr. 
Philpott  gloomily. 

"Mr.  Denison  got  through,"  replied  Miss 
Wyndham,  pointing  to  a  swiftly  moving 
light  on  the  hill  beyond.  "Still,  if  we 
can't,  we  can't." 

He  turned  the  horse,  and  back  they 
splashed  dismally.  They  had  not  gone  far 
when,  with  a  rending  of  timbers,  the 
bridge  went  out. 

"Whoa!"  groaned  Mr.  Philpott,  the  full 
horror  of  the  situation  coming  upon  him. 
They  couldn't  get  back,  and  they  couldn't 
get  home.  The  same  thought  seemed  to 
occur  to  Miss  Wyndham  at  the  same  mo- 
ment, and  she  laughed  a  hard,  irritating 
laugh.  There  was  silence  for  some  mo- 
ments, except  for  the  roaring  of  the  river, 
and  the  splashing  of  waters  about  the 
sleigh.  Then  she  began  to  hum.  He  re- 
cognized the  tune,  "The  Flowers  that 
Bloom  in  the  Spring."  The  Tra-la-la-la-a 
part  annoyed  him  excessively. 

1_I  E  TURNED  to  look  at  the  strange 
■*••'■  girl  who  could  be  frivolous  at  such 
a  moment.     There  was  a  pensive  look, 


negativing  the  thought  of  frivolity,  on  her 
pale  face,  as  he  viewed  it  in  the  wan 
moonlight.  The  thought  then  flashed 
across  his  mind  that  she  was  probably  in 
love  with  him.  and  regarded  drowning  in 
his  company  as  next  door  but  one  to  per- 
fect bliss. 

"It  occurred  to  me  that  it  is  so  spring- 
like and  balmy,"  she  explained,  waving 
her  hand  at  the  watery  wastes.  "The  flood 
will  dry  up,  probably,  in  about  two  weeks, 
if  that's  what  you  are  waiting  for." 
Thereupon  he  concluded  she  did  not  love 
him.  Her  tones  assured  him  on  this 
point;  there  was  frost  in  them. 

"I  am  considering,"  he  replied,  a  trifle 
petulantly. 

"Oh,  very  well.  Don't  let  me  disturb 
you,"  she  said,  pulling  the  rug  more  close- 
ly about  her.  "The  water  is  up  to  my 
ankles  now.  and  when  I  arrange  to  drown, 
I'd  like  to  do  it  pleasantly  with  warm 
water." 

"There's  Dampier's  Camp  on  the  hill," 
he  suggested  desperately.  "It  is  fur- 
nished, though  unfortunately  unoccupied 
at  this  early  season.  They  have  a  tele- 
phone, though,  and  we  might  call  up 
Slingsby." 

"I'm  not  pining  for  either  company  or 


conversation,"  she  observed.  "I'm  afraid 
that  that  sounds  rude.  I  mean  I  don't 
want  company  or  conversation  other  than 
yours.  Gracious  me!  Whatever  is  the 
matter  with  my  tongue?  What  I  am  try- 
ing to  say  is  that  I  want  a  roof  over  my 
head,  and  to  be  dry.  Bother  the  company 
and  the  telephone.  There's  nothing  to 
wait  for  here  that  I  can  see,  but  a  better 
land  by  a  cold  and  wet  route.  Please 
shake  up  the  thunderbolt." 

THEY  made  the  Camp  safely.  He 
stabled  the  horse,  climbed  through  a 
window  and  let  the  lady  in.  There  was 
oil  in  the  lamps,  so  he  lighted  the  place  ud. 
and  went  out  to  give  the  horse  hay,  so  he 
said,  really  to  ponder  the  situation  calmly. 
When  he  got  back  she  was  crimping  her 
hair  before  the  kitchen  mirror,  her  mouth 
full  of  hairpins.  The  familiar  domes- 
ticity of  it  fascinated  Philpott. 

"There!"  she  said,  giving  her  hair  a 
final  pat,  and  straightening  her  waist. 
"I  feel  so  homelike  and  comfortable.  For 
goodness  sake,  Archibald,  get  that  wet 
coat  off.  Look  how  you're  messing  up 
the  floor." 

There  was  an  air  of  finality  about  her, 
Continued  on  page  69. 


Putting  a  Yardstick  on  Canada 

By  B.  D.  Thornley 

Who  wrote  "Putting  the  Crop  Across,"  etc. 

Illustrated  by  Photographs  of  Our  Western  Coast 


G 


OING  to  the  Coast"  is  an  old 
story  to  the  Canadian  of  to-day. 
—  He's  accustomed  to  put  the 
yardstick  of  his  diner  bills  against  the 
Forty-ninth  Parallel  of  latitude  until  he 
realizes  in  his  pocketbook  that  the  Do- 
minion of  Canada  is  three  thousand  miles 
across  as  the  crow  flies,  and  even  more 
than  that  as  Lord  Shaughnessy  follows. 

But  the  Canadian  who  says  casually, 
"I'm  just  back  from  Fort  St.  John— or 
Fort  Liard — or  the  Mackenzie  River,"  is 
a  man  to  be  listened  to. 
If  you  can  make  him 
talk.  North-travellers 
haven't  the  garrulity 
that  grows  close  to  the 
border.  Unfortunately, 
too,  for  us  ordinary 
mortals  who  might  de- 
sire to  trek  and  find  out 
for  ourselves,  the  Great 
Bear,  which  is  a  lake, 
is  almost  as  hard  to  get 
at  as  its  namesake  that 
swings  in  the  night  sky. 
It's  little  more  than  a 
thousand  miles  due 
north  of  Calgary,  to  be 
sure,  but  much  of  the 
space  between  is  as  un- 
charted for  common 
folk  as  the  mountains 
of  the  moon. 

The  only  way  for  the 
decorous  and  be-suit- 
cased  traveller  to  find 
out  the  north  and  south 
extension  of  this  cream- 
of-the-Empire  dominion 
—  which  the  Germans 
were  so  thoughtfully 
willing  to  skim  off  for 
themselves  —  is  to  take 
ship  at  Vancouver  for 
the  thousand  mile 
coastline  trip  to  Skag- 
way,  topping  it  off  with 
a  five  hundred  mile  run 
to  Dawson,  or  a  thou- 
sand mile  jaunt  to  Fort 
Yukon  to  see  the  mid- 
night sun,  if  the  sight- 
seer isn't  so  strictly  all- 
red  in  his  proclivities 
as  to  object  to  sailing 
down  the  vast  Alaskan 
artery  into  American 
territory  for  a  conveni- 
ent glimpse  at  also- 
Canadian   conditions. 

In    this   way   the   be- 
suitcased  wall  gain  the 
horizon-broadening    ad- 
vantages enjoyed  by  the  chap  with  the 
dog   team   who   goes   to   the   Mackenzie, 
without   experiencing  an   hour's   discom- 
fort.    He  can  get  his  hot  bath,  have  his 
clothes  pressed,  turn  on  the  electric  fan 
and  enjoy  his  chef-cooked  dinner  at  any 
and  all  stages  of  the  trip.     Also  he  can 
save  an  immense  amount  of  time  and  the 
harrowing    long    chances    of    doctorless 
wastes  and   treacherous  rapids  and  the 


combat  with  that  blind  uncertainty  which 
is  the  untamed  North. 

WE  STARTED  on  the  liner  Privcess 
Charlotte,  the  biggest  boat  that 
ever  takes  the  Alaska  run,  from  either 
north  or  south  of  the  border.  Here  and 
there  among  the  passengers  you  could 
pick  out  a  man  to  whom  this  trip  was  an 
old  tale — a  steady-eyed  coastwise  captain, 
a  new  York  mining  engineer,  a  capitalist 
from  Washington  interested  in  the  Tread- 


A  view  just  "inside"  the  "Panhandle  of 
Alaska,"  in  the  vast  division  of  Cassiar. 

well  properties,  a  representative  of  the 
Morgan-Guggenheim  syndicate  going  to 
Cordova,  three  red-coated  dare-devils  of 
the  Mounted  Police  bound  for  Dawson. 
These  were  the  exceptions,  however.  The 
rest  were  Americans  who  couldn't  play 
around  in  Europe  this  year,  and  Cana- 
dians —  physically  unfit,  over  age  or 
women — who  were  too  restless  to  stay  at 
home. 


Some  of  them  danced  and  tea-ed  and 
bridged  just  as  they'd  have  done  in  Mus- 
koka  or  Newport.  More  of  them,  let  us 
hope,  felt  the  loom  of  that  immensity 
which  is  Canada,  that  wonder  of  vast  for- 
est, unknown  mineral  tract,  ungauged 
river-depth,  that  lay  to  the  right  of  them 
through  all  the  sombre,  unforgetable 
miles  that  stretched  toward  the  shaking 
fingers  of  the  Northern  Lights. 

British  Columbia  is  the  biggest  pro- 
vince of  Canada.  You  could  take  the 
whole  boiling  German 
Empire  and  lose  it  in 
B.C.  You  could  throw 
in  France  afterward 
and  there'd  be  very 
little  to  spill  over  into 
the  Yukon.  Or  you 
could  make  three  Great- 
Britain  -  and  -  Irelands, 
with  enough  left  over 
for  a  couple  of  Switzer- 
lands.  According  to  the 
1914  report  of  the  Min- 
ister of  Lands,  one  little 
survey  party  was  sent 
out  in  the  current  sea- 
son to  reconnoitre  a  tri- 
fling area  the  size  of 
New  Brunswick  (previ- 
ously unexplored)  in 
the  extreme  upper  right 
hand  corner  of  the  offi- 
cial map,  which  proved 
to  be  quite  incorrect 
when  checked  up  with 
the  result  of  the  sum- 
mer's work. 

British  Columbia  has 
the  greatest  compact 
area  of  merchantable 
timber  on  the  continent 
and  her  coal  measures 
would  supply  the  world 
for  centuries.  The  ever- 
lengthening  chain  of 
solemn  mountains  fad- 
ing into  the  south  will 
mean  more  to  the  ocean- 
going observer  who  rea- 
lizes the  banked  possi- 
bilities of  the  four  hun- 
dred east  -  and  -  west 
miles  of  practically  un- 
touched hinterland. 

TF  YOU'RE  wise  on 
■'•  shipboard,  you're  up 
betimes  in  the  morn- 
ing. There  is  a  grey 
chill-spring  nip  in  the 
air.  Put  on  a  sweater 
and  a  big  coat  too  if 
your  blood  runs  slowly  and  come  out  on 
deck. 

There  isn't  any  Chicago  where  you 
sweltered  through  dog-tired,  dust-cur.sed 
office  hours  last  week.  There  isn't  any 
Toronto  where  the  mercury  climbed  up 
to  the  top  of  the  tube  and  broke  through, 
according  to  yesterday  morning's  paper. 
There's  just  this  clear,  healthy  tingling 
air,  cold  from  the  mighty  refrigerating 


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plant  at  the  North  Pole — no  artificial 
fan-stuff — just  the  air  to  walk  in,  to 
walk  faster,  head  up,  chest  out,  arms 
swing — faster !  By  the  time  you've 
been  round  the  deck  for  the  third  lap 
the  only  reason  you  don't  fly  is  because 
walking  is  so  much  more  fun ! 

There  are  mountains  on  both  sides 
of  you,  sheeted  up  in  spider-grey  veil- 
ing. They're  miles  away,  but  they're 
there,  mainland  and  island,  and  they'll 
be  there,  rugged  or  sloping,  silent, 
tree-covered,  utterly  unresponsive,  im- 
memorially  sad,  straight  up  to  Alaska. 
'he  water  between  is  as  smooth  as  a 
lake.  It  just  breathes,  in  a  long,  slow 
pulsation,  the  echo  of  the  island-broken 
wide  Pacific  roll. 

You  wouldn't  know  there  were  so 
many  shades  of  grey  in  the  world — 
slate  of  the  sea,  burnished  here  and 
there  with  bright  calm  and  darkened 
with  ripples — purplish-grey  velvet  of 
the  nearer  mainland  —  misted-blue- 
grey  of  the  farther  mountains — and 
the  sky,  everything  from  silver  back  to 
slate  again. 

By  and  by  the  mist  lifts  and  the  sun 
pours  down  over  the  hills  and  into  the 
green  depths  below  you.  And  yet  the 
scene  is  never  what  a  city-bred  south- 
erner could  call  cheerful.     It's  too  big. 

It's  commonplace  to  talk  of  the  mys- 
tery of  the  North,  and  yet  that's  all 
that  you  can  say.     The  same  tones  are 
endlessly  repeated,  like  an   unknown, 
ominous    word.      'There    is   the    utter 
silence,   the   movelessness  of  it,   too — 
not  even  a  whirling  gull  with  his  lone 
call,  not  a  prowling  animal  on  the  life- 
less shores,  not  a  single  settlement  hacked 
into  the  forest,  not  a  fisher-boat  heading 
into  the  wind.    The  land  is  asleep. 

YOU'RE  almosrt  glad  to  get  into  Al- 
ert Bay  with  its  salmon  cannery 
toned  up  three  degrees  redder  than  a  blue- 
blooded  lobster,  its  square-built  Esqui- 
maux  houses   and   its   totem   poles   that 


Mountains  sheeted  up  in  spider-grey  veiling 
utterly   unresponsive,   immemorially   sad. 


scream  gaudily  in  an  unknown  tongue. 
This  is  Sunday  and  the  whole  town  is  on 
the  wharf,  preparatory  to  going  off  to  the 
little  Anglican  church  whose  bell  calls 
from  the  lower  end  of  the  one  street 
there  is. 

Nobody  who  hasn't  seen  a  real  totem 
growing  in  its  native  queerness  can  im- 
agine the  effect  of  these  more  than  man- 
size  birds  and  beasts,  standing  atop  one 


.    .    .    With  a  full 
water  into  a  great 


moon  that  turned  the 
polished  steel  mirror. 


another  to  a  height  of  thirty  or  forty  feet, 
to  form  the  genealogical  tree  of  the  car- 
ver. There  is  the  bear  clan,  and  the  wolf 
clan,  the  clan  of  the  crow,  the  fish,  the 
man  —  so  far,  so  good.  But  what,  O 
friend,  is  the  meaning  of  a  well-started 
family  tree  that  suddenly  sprouts  bare 
pole  for  twenty  feet  and  ends  with  a  lone- 
some eagle?  Did  the  family  hibernate 
during  the  uneventful  period,  or  is  it  the 
Alaskan's  way  of  signifying  the  neces- 
sity of  silence  about  the  life  and  char- 
acter of  his  maternal  grandfather? 

On  the  wide  board  flooring  that  is 
sidewalk  and  street  for  the  village  we 
meet  two  Indian  belles  in  their  Sab- 
bath bravery.  They  wear  pale  blue 
China  silk  skirts  trimmed  with  the 
flimsiest  of  Valenciennes  lace,  and 
crimson  sweaters.  Their  hair  is  as 
sheeny  as  a  blackbird's  wing  and  their 
shy  brown  eyes  under  the  big  black 
shawls  gaze  curiously  at  all  these 
other  women — especially  at  Miss  Mon- 
treal, whose  high-pitched  giggle  pro- 
claims that  she's  having  the  red-and- 
goldest  time  of  her  life  with  the  three 
Dawson  Mounties  all  in  tow.  The  In- 
dian girls  find  her  as  strange,  as  full 
of  novelty  and  unreasonability,  as  she 
finds  the  kayaks,  bright-painted  and 
curved  up  like  gondolas,  that  lie  beach- 
ed on  the  sand.  And  yet  when  you 
come  to  think  of  it,  observers  and  ob- 
served, they're  all  Canadians  together. 
Not  long  after  the  cable  is  cast  off  at 
Alert  Bay  —  the  town  Tige  hanging 
growling  onto  the  end  of  it  till  the  last 
exciting  minute — we  begin  to  feel  the 
freshening  breeze  and  the  long  roll 
that  tells  the  initiated  that  we've 
reached  Queen  Charlotte  Sound,  and 
for  an  hour  or  more,  until  we  find  the 
lee  of  Calvert  Island,  it  may  be  a  trifle 
rough,  though  not  enough  to  bother 
any  one  who  considers  himself  even  a 
fair   sailor. 

You   remember  the   ancient  dictum 


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that  never  a  law  of  God  or  man  goes  north 
of  Fifty-Three?  Well,  Prince  Rupert  is 
an  appreciable  distance  above  Fifty-Four, 
and  a  more  respectable  town  it  would  be 
hard  to  locate  outside  of  a  Sunday  School 
book.  It's  stark  and  it's  new ;  it's  mostly 
rock  and  water  where  it  isn't  twenty 
miles  of  board-walk.  The  sixteen-foot 
streets  are  built  on  posts  but  they're  quite 
safe  and  satisfactory  enough  for  all 
comers,  including  the  first  object  seen 
which  happened  to  be  a  busy  little  motor 
car  chugging  around  under  the  toes  of  the 
solemn-cedared  mountains  that  slide  up 
two  thousand  feet  behind  the  town. 

Prince  Rupert  has  a  cute  little  baseball 
park  made  by  blowing  chunks  off  the  top 
of  one  of  these  hills  at  a  cost  of  $25,000. 
The  grandstand  is  a  ring  of  other  hills 
and  when  Ketchikan  comes  down  to  play 
the  home  team  they  pass  the  hat  around 
to  reimburse  the  players,  in  lieu  of  divid- 
ing the  gate  receipts,  there  not  being  any 
gate.  Incidentally  Prince  Ruperites  are 
stuck  up  whether  th5y  win  or  lose.  Their 
park  is  some  park  compared  to  Ketchi- 
kan's, where  the  diamond  is  laid  out  on 
the  beach  so  that  at  high  tide  the  kids 
fish  on  it 

There  is  a  magic  in  that  word  "fish"  all 
up  and  down  these  waters.  Prince  Rup- 
ert has  $5,000,000  invested  in  the  busi- 
ness; she  has  thirty-five  canneries  and 
seven  cold  storage 
plants;  and  when 
she  isn't  looking 
over  her  left 
shoulder  up  the 
three  hundred 
miles  of  the 
Skeena  and  plan- 
ning where  to  lo- 
cate farmers 
along  the  Grand 
Trunk  Pacific, 
she's  scowling  due 
north  at  Ketchi- 
kan, whose  hali- 
but industry  she 
intends  to  hook 
and  hang  on  to. 
To  date  $220,000,- 
000  worth  of  fish 
has  been  taken 
out  of  Alaskan 
waters.  The  ship- 
p  i  n  g  question 
would  be  greatly 
simplified  and 
much  time  saved, 
by  putting  the 
catch  through  a 
rail-  connected 
port,  argues 
Prince  Rupert, 
instead  of  letting 
it  go  south  by 
water  to  Seattle. 
Whereat  Ketchi- 
kan gnashes  her 
perfectly  good 
teeth.  For  Ketchi- 
kan   has    no    less 


tire'd  and  left  Alaska  just  as  it  happened. 
All  the  mountain-stuff  not  needed  else- 
where in  the  world,  was  dumped  onto  this 
endless  shoreline.  The  forest  waves 
washed  over  some  of  it,  but  for  the  most 
part  it  is  just  as  it  tumbled  out  of  chaos — 
vast  burnt-cinder  chunks  of  rubble,  whose 
height  is  impossible  to  estimate  unless 
there  happens  to  be  a  drifting  gnat  of  a 
fishboat  to  put  a  tape  line  against  im- 
mensity. 

In  the  late  evening  the  steamer  draws 
into  Ketchikan  and  ties  up  to  take  on — 
not  coal,  but  oil  in  fat  black  pipes  that 
slide  over  the  side  like  snakes  and  allow 
the  vessel  to  get  the  equivalent  of  two 
hundred  tons  of  the  old  fuel  in  a  couple  of 
clean,  unhurried  hours.  All  the  coast- 
wise Pacific  steamers  now  draw  their 
motive  power  out  of  the  drums  that  make 
such  cosy  stores  when  they're  empty. 
The  first  year  that  the  Charlotte  became 
an  oil  burner  she  saved  forty  thousand 
dollars  and  carried  twelve  less  in  her 
crew. 

While  the  ship  gets  her  stock  of  lunch 
on  board,  the  tourists  dance  down  the 
gangplank  for  the  first  chance  at  a  real 
Alaska  basket  in  its  native — and  expen- 
sive— haunts. 

Ketchikan  is  like  Prince  Rui>ert,  only 
more  so.  The  part  of  it  that  isn't  going 
upstairs  is  sliding  down  again;  the  roads 


than    five    canneries. 


>J^  OT  far  above  Prince  Rupert  the  ves- 
-••  ^  sel  sails  out  of  red-and-white-and-blue 
waters  into  a  star-spangled  sea,  and  no- 
body who  hasn't  his  immigration  papers 
made  out  to  the  last  uncomfortable  ques- 
tion will  be  allowed  to  go  on  shore  at 
Ketchikan.  The  scenery  changes,  too, 
.showing  more  and  more  of  that  strange 
northern  formlessness,  that  callous  in- 
difference to  waste  of  material.  It  looks 
as  though  the  Great  Architect  had  grown 


A  typical  scene  in  the  White  Hbrse  where 
the  railroads  have  been  broken  through. 

are  all  plank  over  hard  rock  and  high 
tide;  there  are  Indian  belles  with  rouge 
on  their  cheeks;  and  cedar  baskets  for 
sale  on  the  street  corners  by  squaws 
whose  faces  would  assay  a  hundred 
wrinkles  to  the  square  inch. 

TSJOT  FAR  from  Ketchikan  lies  An- 
-•-  ^  nette  Island,  the  home  of  Dr.  Dun- 
can, the  veteran  Anglican  missionary  to 
the  formerly-cannibal  Tsimpsean  Indians, 
who  now  own  the  biggest  church  in  Alas- 
ka and  one  of  the  best  brass  bands,  to  say 


nothing  of  a  model  village  with  Dr.  Dun- 
can in  the  centre  of  it,  an  eighty-four 
year  old  Santa  Glaus  of  a  man  who  has 
lived  with  and  for  them  for  some  sixty 
years. 

Thirty  years  ago  their  civilization  had 
advanced  to  its  present  high-water  mark, 
but  they  were  Canadians  and  the  doctor 
was  —  now  what  do  you  suppose?  —  a 
Scotchman  of  course.  Unluckily,  how.- 
ever,  for  their  future  adherence  to  the 
Land  of  the  Maple,  the  Church  of  Eng- 
land made  the  mistake  of  sending  out  a 
Bishop  who  knew  not  Joseph,  a  Bishop 
moreover  who  was  said  to  be  scandalized 
at  his  subordinate's  use  of  unfermented 
wine  in  the  communion  service.  The  mis- 
sionary held  that  it  was  criminally  tempt- 
ing to  the  man  who  had  forsworn  fire- 
water during  the  week,  to  put  it  before 
him  on  Sunday,  so,  as  this  was  but  one 
disputed  point  in  a  long  series.  Dr.  Dun- 
can appealed  to  the  United  States  to 
please  send  him  an  island  for  Christmas, 
and,  as  soon  as  he  could  read  his  title 
clear  to  Annette,  he  and  his  flock  moved 
across  with  the  aforementioned  results. 
Many  of  the  baskets  for  sale  in  Ketchi- 
kan come  from  the  hands  of  his  proteges, 
and  exhibit  a  high  degree  of  skill  in  the 
odd  designs  seen  nowhere  else  on  the 
coast. 

That  word  coast  reminds  me  that  we 
musn't  forget 
that,  though  the 
shoreline  is  Ame- 
rican, fifty  miles 
would  see  us 
through  into  Bri- 
t  i  s  h  Columbia 
again,  for  all  this 
strip  of  territory 
is  just  the  famous 
"Panhandle  of  Al- 
aska" which  many 
Canadians  believe 
should  never  have 
come  under  the 
stars  and  stripes 
at  all.  Behind  it 
lies  the  vast  divi- 
sion of  Cassiar, 
with  Peace  River 
farther  on  across 
the  mountains. 

But  the  tourists 
are  straggling 
back  onto  the 
boat,  bearing 
little  Ketchikan 
totem  poles,  bas- 
kets and  picture 
postcards.  Some 
o  f  them  won't 
spend  money  so 
far  south,  how- 
ever.  They're 
warily  saving  xxp- 
for  the  shops  in 
Skagway,  White 
Horse  or  Dawson 
toward  which  we 
continue  our  journey  throughout  the  night 

PASSING  the  mouth  of  the  Stikine 
•*■  River  north  of  Wrangell  with  its 
totems  and  its  "chief's  house"  we  ran 
into  a  most  picturesque  phenomenon 
known  as  a  "Stikine  River  fog."  It  was 
a  misty  night  with  a  full  niocn  that 
turned  the  water  into  a  great  polished 
steel  mirror.  Blue  and  white  Japanesque 
mountains  blocked  their  way  into  the- 
black  velvet  sky.  Slowly  they  were  h]ot- 
Continiied  on  page  73. 


The  Little  Brown  Book  of  Miss  Emily 


By  L.  M.  Montgomery 

Author  of  "Anne  of  Green  Gables,"  "Anne  of  the  Island,"  etc. 


WHEN  old  Miss  Emily  Leigh  died 
Don  and  I  bought  Maywood  from 
her  nephew.  I  had  had  a  fancy 
for  Maywood  through  all  the  six  years 
we  had  lived  beside  it.  It  was  such  a 
quaint,  pretty  old  house,  with  its  low  eaves 
and  dormer  windows;  lovely  firs  and  pop- 
lars grew  thickly  all  round  it,  with  gaps 
to  let  in  a  glimpse  of  sunset,  or  a  moon- 
rise  sheen  on  the  sea;  and  there  was  an 
old  box-hedged  garden  with  prim,  shady 
walks  and  dear,  unworldly,  sweet-scented 
posies. 

I  must  frankly  confess  that  we  had 
never  liked  Miss  Emily.  She  was  fussy 
and  rather  meddlesome;  she  liked  to  poke 
a  finger  into  every  pie  and  she  was  not  at 
all  tactful.  She  talked  in  a  rather  silly 
fashion  and  was  quite  bitter  against 
young  folks  and  their  love  affairs.  We 
thought  that  it  was  because  she  had  never 
had  a  lover  of  her  own.  Somehow,  we 
could  not  think  of  lovers  in  connection 
with  Miss  Emily.  She  was  stout  and 
pudgy,  with  a  face  so  round  and  fat  and 
red  that  it  seemed  quite  featureless;  her 
hair  was  scanty  and  faded.  She  walked 
with  a  waddle  and  was  always  short  of 
breath.  It  was  hard  to  believe  that  Miss 
Emily  had  ever  been  young;  yet  old  Mr. 
Murray,  who  was  her  sole  contemporary 
in  Langdon,  not  only  expected  us  to  be- 
lieve it  but  assured  us  that  she  had  been 
very  pretty. 

We  had  been  living  for  four  months  at 
Maywood  before  it  occurred  to  me  to  give 
the  garret  an  overhauling.  I  went  up  and 
explored  it  one  stormy  autumn  afternoon 
when  the  rain  was  thudding  against  the 
funny  little  hooded  windows  and  the  wind 
was  whistling  through  the  great  swing- 
ing boughs  of  the  firs.  The  garret  was 
.I'ust  as  Miss  Emily  had  left  it,  full  of 
boxes  and  broken  furniture,  but  very  neat. 
I  found  nothing  of  any  interest  until  I 
came  to  a  shabby  little  black  horsehair 
trunk,  all  studded  with  brass  nails,  under 
the  eaves  near  one  of  the  windows.  In 
it  there  was  a  quaint,  pretty,  old-fashion- 
ed gown,  not  at  all  faded,  made  of  muslin 
with  a  little  blue  flower  in  it,  and  quite 
fragrant  with  some  quaint,  spicy  per- 
fume. Then  there  was  a  sash  and  a 
yellowed  white  feather  fan  with  carved 
ivory  sticks,  and  a  box  full  of  withered 
flowers.  Down  underneath  all  I  found  a 
little  brown  book. 

It  was  small  and  thin,  like  a  school- 
girl's exercise  book,  with  leaves  that  had 
once  been  blue  and  pink  but  were  now 
quite  faded  and  stained  in  places.  On 
the  fly-leaf  was  written  in  a  very  delicate 
hand,  "Emily  Margaret  Leigh,"  and  the 
same  writing  covered  the  first  few  pages 
of  the  book.  The  rest  were  not  written 
on  at  all. 

I  read  the  first  page  and  then  I  went 
and  called  Don.  We  sat  down  on  the 
broad  ledge  of  the  west  window  and  read 
the  contents  of  the  brown  book  together. 

"June  15,  18—. 

'♦  T  CAME  to-day  to  spend  the  summer 

-*■  with   Aunt  Janet  at   Maywood.     It 

is    so    lovely    here.       The    spruces     and 

the   poplars  are  so   pretty  and   Langdon 


is  such  a  nice  place — ever  so  much  nicer 
than  at  home  on  the  farm.  I  have  no  cows 
to  milk  here  or  pigs  to  feed,  and  the 
housework  seems  just  like  play.  Aunt 
Janet  has  given  me  such  a  lovely  blue 
muslin  dress  and  I  am  to  have  it  made  to 
wear  to  a  garden  party  next  week.  I 
never  had  a  muslin  dress  before — nothing 
but  ugly  prints  and  stiff  alpacas.  I  wish 
we  were  rich  like  Aunt  Janet.  Autit 
Janet  laughed  when  I  said  this  and  de- 
clared she  would  give  all  her  wealth  for 
my  youth  and  beauty  and  light-hearted- 
ness.  I  am  only  eighteen  and  I  know  I 
am  very  merry;  but  I  wonder  if  I  am 
really  pretty.  It  seems  to  me  that  I  am 
when  I  look  in  Aunt  Janet's  beautiful 
mirrors.  They  make  me  look  very  differ- 
ent from  the  old  cracked  one  in  my  room 
at  home,  which  always  twisted  my  face 
and  turned  me  green.  But  Aunt  Janet 
spoiled  her  compliment  by  telling  me  I 
look  exactly  as  she  did  at  my  age,  if  I 
thought  I  would  ever  look  as  Aunt  Janet 
does  now  I  don't  know  what  I  would  do. 
She  is  so  fat  and  funny." 

"June  29. 

**T  AST  week  I  met  Paul  Osborne  at 
-*-'  the  garden  party.  He  is  a  young 
artist  who  is  boarding  near  here,  and 
he  is  the  handsomest  man  I  have  ever  seen 
— very  tall  and  straight,  with  dreamy 
dark  eyes  and  a  pale,  intellectual  face.  I 
have  not  been  able  to  keep  from  thinking 
about  him  ever  since,  and  to-day  he  came 
over  here  and  asked  if  he  might  paint  me. 
I  felt  very  much  flattered,  and  so  pleased 
when  Aunt  Janet  gave  her  permission. 
He  says  he  wants  to  paint  me  as  'Spring,' 
under  the  poplars.  I  am  to  wear  my 
blue  muslin  gown,  with  a  wreath  of  flow- 
ers on  my  hair.  He  says  I  have  such 
beautiful  hair.  He  has  never  seen  any 
of  such  a  real  pale  gold.  Somehow  it 
seems  prettier  than  ever  to  me  since  he 
praised  it. 

"I  had  a  letter  from  home  to-day. 
Mother  says  the  blue  hen  has  stolen  her 
nest  and  come  off  with  fourteen  chickens, 
and  that  father  has  sold  the  little  spotted 
calf.  Somehow  those  matters  do  not  in- 
terest me  as  they  did." 

"July  9. 

*'  '  I  *HE  picture  is  coming  on  very  well, 
-*•  Mr.  Osborne  says.  I  know  he  is 
making  me  far  too  pretty,  although  he 
persists  in  saying  he  cannot  do  me 
justice.  He  is  going  to  send  it  to  some 
great  exhibition  when  it  is  finished,  but 
he  says  he  will  make  a  little  water-color 
sketch  of  it  for  me. 

"He  comes  over  every  day  to  paint  and 
we  talk  a  great  deal,  and  he  reads  me 
lovely  things  out  of  his  books.  I  don't 
understand  them  all,  but  I  try  to,  and  he 
explains  them  so  nicely  and  is  so  patient 
with  my  stupidity.  And  he  says  that  any- 
one with  my  hair  and  eyes  and  coloring 
does  not  need  to  be  clever.  He  says  I 
have  the  sweetest,  merriest  laugh  in  the 
world.  But  I  will  not  write  down  all  the 
compliments  he  has  paid  me.  I  daresay 
he  does  not  mean  them  at  all. 


"In  the  evenings  we  stroll  among  the 
spruces  or  sit  in  the  garden  on  the  bench 
under  the  acacia  tree.  Sometimes  we  do 
not  talk  at  all,  but  I  never  find  the  time 
long.  Indeed,  the  minutes  just  seem  to 
fly — and  then  the  moon  will  come  up, 
round  and  red,  behind  the  poplars,  and 
Paul  will  sigh  and  say  he  supposes  it  is 
time  for  him  to  go." 

"July  24. 

**  T  AM  SO  happy.    I  am  frightened  at 

•'■  my  happiness.  Or,  I  did  not  think 
life  could  ever  be  so  beautiful  for  me  as 
it  is! 

"Paul  loves  me!  He  told  me  so  to-night 
as  we  walked  in  the  spruce  avenue  and 
watched  the  sunset;  and  he  asked  me  to 
be  his  wife.  •  I  have  cared  for  him  ever 
since  I  met  him,  but  I  am  afraid  I  am  not 
clever  and  well-educated  enough  for 
Paul's  wife.  Because,  of  course,  I  am 
really  only  an  ignorant  little  country  girl  '' 
and  have  lived  all  my  life  on  a  farm. 
Why,  my  hands  are  quite  rough  yet  from 
all  the  work  I  have  done.  But  Paul  just 
laughed  when  I  said  so  and  took  my  hands 
and  kissed  them  and  looked  into  my  eyes 
and  laughed  because  I  couldn't  hide  from 
him  how  much  I  love  him. 

"We  are  to  be  married  next  spring  and 
Paul  says  he  will  take  me  to  Europe. 
That  will  be  very  nice,  but  nothing  mat- 
ters much  so  long  as  I  am  with  him. 

"Paul's  people  are  very  wealthy  and  his 
mother  and  sisters  are  very  fashionable. 
I  am  frightened  of  them,  but  I  did  not  tell 
Paul  so  because  I  think  it  would  hurt  him, 
and.  Oh,  I  would  not  do  that  for  the 
world. 

"There  is  nothing  I  would  not  suffer  if 
it  would  do  him  any  good.  I  never  thought 
any  one  could  feel  so.  I  used  to  think  if  I 
loved  anybody  I  would  want  him  to  do 
everything  for  me,  and  wait  on  me  as  if 
I  were  a  princess.  But  that  is  not  the 
way  it  is  at  all.  Love  makes  you  very 
humble  and  you  want  to  do  everything 
yourself  for  the  one  you  love." 

"August  10. 

'*  jQAUL  went  away  to-day.  Oh,  it  is 
■*•  so  terrible.  I  don't  know  how  I  can 
bear  to  live  even  for  a  little  while  with- 
out him.  But  this  is  silly  of  me,  because 
I  know  he  has  to  go  and  he  will  write 
often  and  come  often  to  see  me.  But 
still  it  is  so  lonesome.  I  didn't  cry  when 
he  went  away  because  I  wanted  him  to 
remember  me  smiling  in  the  way  he  liked 
best,  but  I  have  been  crying  ever  since 
and  I  cannot  stop,  no  matter  how  hard 
I  try.  We  have  had  such  a  beautiful  fort- 
night. Every  day  seemed  dearer  and 
happier  than  the  one  before,  and  now  it 
is  ended,  and  I  feel  as  if  it  could  never 
be  the  same  again.  Oh,  I  am  very  foolish 
— but  I  love  him  so  dearly  and  if  I  were 
to  lose  his  love  how  could  I  live?" 

"August  17. 

*♦  T  THINK  my  heart  is  dead.   But  no,  it 
•*■  can't  be  for  it  aches  too  much. 
"Paul's  mother   came  here   to  see  me 
to-day.     She  was  not  angry  or  disagree- 
able.   I  would  not  have  been  so  frightened 


32 

if  she  had  been.  As  it  was,  I  felt 
that  I  could  not  say  a  word.  She  is 
very  beautiful  and  stately  and  won- 
derful, with  a  low,  cold  voice  and 
proud  dark  eyes.  Her  face  is  like 
Paul's,  but  without  the  loveableness. 

"She  talked  to  me  for  a  long  time 
and  she  said  terrible  things— terrible, 
because  they  were  all  true.  I  seemed 
to  see  everything  through  her  eyes. 
She  said  that  Paul  was  infatuated 
with  my  youthful  bloom  and  pretti- 
ness,  but  that  it  would  not  last  and 
what  else  had  I  to  give  him?  She 
said  Paul  must  marry  a  woman  of 
his  own  class  who  could  do  honor  to 
his  name  and  position.  She  said  that 
he  was  very  talented  and  had  the 
promise  of  a  great  career  before  him, 
but  that  if  he  married  me  it  would 
ruin  his  life. 

"I  saw  it  all,  just  as  she  explained 
it  out,  and  I  toid  her  at  last  that  I 
would  not  marry  Paul  and  she  might 
tell  him  so.  But  she  smiled  and  said 
I  must  tell  him  myself,  because  he 
would  not  believe  any  one  else.  I 
could  have  begged  her  to  spare  me 
that,  but  I  knew  it  would  be  of  no 
use.  I  do  not  think  she  has  any  pity 
or  mercy  for  anyone.  Besides,  what 
she  said  was  quite  true. 

"When  she  thanked  me  for  being 
so  'reasonable'  I  told  her  I  was  not 
doing  it  to  please  her,  but  for  Paul's 
sake,  because  I  would  not  spoil  his 
life,  and  that  I  would  always  hate 
her.  She  smiled  again  and  went  away. 

"Oh,  how  can  I  bear  it?    I  did  not  know 
anyone  could  suffer  like  this!" 

"August  18. 
<«THAVE  done  it.  I  wrote  to  Paul  to- 
^  day.  I  knew  I  must  tell  him  in  a 
letter  because  I  could  never  make  him  be- 
lieve it  face  to  face.  I  was  afraid  I  could 
not  do  it  even  by  letter.  I  suppose  a  clever 
woman  easily  could,  but  I  am  so  stupid. 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


We   found   a    faded   water- 
color  sketch  of  a  young  girl. 

I  wrote  a  great  many  letters  and  tore 
them  up  because  they  were  not  convincing 
— at  least  I  felt  sure  they  would  not  have 
convinced  me  if  I  had  been  Paul.  At  last 
I  got  one  that  I  thought  would  do.  I  knew 
I  must  make  it  seem  as  if  I  was  really 
very  heartless  and  frivolous  or  he  would 
never  believe.  I  spelt  some  words  wrong 
and  put  in  some  errors  of  grammar 
on    pur{>ose.      I    told    him    I    had    been 


only  flirting  with  him  and  that  I  had 
another  fellow  at  home  I  liked  better. 
I  said  'fellow'  because  I  knew  it 
would  disgust  him.  I  said  it  was  only 
because  he  was  rich  that  I  had  been 
tempted  to  marry  him. 

"I  thought  my  heart  would  break 
while  I  was  writing  those  dreadful 
falsehoods.  But  it  was  for  his  sake, 
because  I  would  not  spoil  his  life. 
His  mother  told  me  I  would  be  a  mill- 
stone around  his  neck.  I  love  Paul  so 
much  that  I  would  do  anything  rather 
than  be  that.  It  would  be  easy  to 
die  for  him,  but  I  don't  see  how  1 
can  go  on  living. 

"I    think   my   letter   will   convince 

Paul." 

*  *  * 

*'T  SUPPOSE  it  convinced  Paul,  be- 
J-  cause  there  was  no  further  entry 
in  the  little  book.  When  we  had 
finished  it  the  tears  were  running 
down  my  face  and  even  Don — but 
Don  denies  it. 

"Poor  Miss  Emily,"  he  said. 
"I'm  Eorry  I  ever  laughed  at  her," 
I  sobbed.    "She  was  good  and  strong 
and  brave.     I  could  never  have  been 
as  unselfish  as  she  was." 

At  the  back  of  the  little  book  we 
found  a  faded  water-color  sketch  of 
a  young  girl — such  a  slim,  beautiful 
little  thing  with  big  blue  eyes  and 
lovely,  long,  rippling,  golden  hair. 
Paul  Osborne's  name  was  written  in 
faded  ink  across  the  corner. 

We  put  everything  reverently  back 
— the  dress,  the  sash  and  the  little  book — 
and  shut  the  lid. 

Then  we  sat  for  a  long  time  in  the 
dormer  window  in  silence  and  thought  of 
many  things,  till  the  rainy  twilight  came 
down  and  blotted  out  the  world. 

"The  outward,  wayward  life  we  see 
The  hidden  springs  we  may  not  know," 
quoted  Don  softly,  as  we  went  downstairs 
together. 


At  the  Top  o'  the  World 


By  IDA  RANDOLPH  SPRAGGE 


The  wild  wind  tossed  the  tattered  cloak 

Of  the  old  year  gaunt  and  grim, 
As  he  strode  to  meet  the  coming  year, 

To  tell  this  tale  to  him; 
And  it  ruthlessly  rocked  his  wasted  form 

And  chilled  him  thro'  and  thro' 
As  he  halted  there  at  the  top  o'  of  the  world 

To  keep  his  rendezvous. 
In  trembling  tones  to  the  newly  horn 

The  dying  year  began : 
"My  time  on  earth  is  nearly  gone, 

I've  lived  the  alloted  span. 
Now  heed  ye  well,  ye  eager  one. 

For  I  have  tarried  long 
To  warn  ye  how  I  came  to  fail. 

To  tell  you  of  my  wrong. 
When  trod  I  first  this  rolling  earth. 

The  year  preceding  me. 
His  message  grave  to  me  he  gave 

And  handed  me  this  key. 
He  told  me  of  the  warring  here 

And  said  I  must  not  cease 
To  search  the  whole  world  thro'  to  find 

The  pathway  unto  peace; 


And  that  the  key' would  fit  the  lock 

If  I  could  find  the  door. 
And  peace  with  all  its  healing  balm 

Would  happiness  restore. 
But  fascinated  long  I  watched 

As  horrors  great  gave  birth 
To  greater  horrors;  multiplied 

Was  misery  on  the  earth. 
And  when  at  last  I  found  that  I 

Had  scanty  time  to  do 
The  task  that  had  been  given  me — 

My  days  tvere  growing  few — 
/  hurried  to  the  ends  of  earth. 

I  found  the  door — to  learn 
My  mission  vain.     God  pity  me! 

The  key  refused  to  turn. 
It  gathered  rust  the  while  I  gazed 

Upon  the  mad  uproar; 
My  palsied  hand  had  lost  its  strength. 

And  so  my  heart  is  sore! 
Go,  cleanse  the  key.    And  hasten  ye. 

Nor  watch  the  nations  ivar. 
Go,  1917 — God  grant,  you'll  open 

Wide  the  door. 


A  Visit  to  the  Western  Front 

By    Main    Johnson 
Illustrated  by  Authentic  War  Photographs 

How  WOULD  a  person  feel  if,  in  the  moin- 
ing,  he  left  Toronto  or  Montreal  or  Winni- 
peg, and,  at  noon  of  the  same  day,  arrived 
at  the  Front,  under  shell  fire,  without  any  acclima- 
tizing experience  or  training?  How  much  of  a 
shock  would  it  be,  how  much  of  a  disturbing  of 
one's  very  consjciousness  and  existence! 

It  is  not  physically  possible  to  make  this  exact 
experiment,  but  it  is  possible  to  do  something 
which,  although  different  geographically,  does  ap- 
proximate it  in  feeling  and  sensation,  and  which 
does  plunge  you  from  one  world  and  one  form  of 
life  and  civilization  headlong  into  another. 


One  morning,  not  long  ago,  I  had  break- 
fast in  the  peaceful  city  of  Paris,  and  had 
luncheon  the  same  day  in  Reims  (Rheims), 
a  town  under  almost  constant  bombard- 
ment from  the  Germans,  and  at  the  im- 
mediate and  actual  front.  An  hour  or 
two  later,  I  was  still  further  up,  with  the 
French  artillery  during  a  bombardment, 
and  still  further  yet,  in  observation  posts, 
where  the  German  trenches  lay  in  front 
of  us  in  full  and  unobstructed  view,  sur- 
prisingly close  at  hand,  with  shrieking 
shells,  both  French  and  German,  crossing 
each  other  on  their  devastating  paths. 

Although  we  had  already  been  In  Great 
Britain  and  France  for  a  month,  and 
thought  then  we  were  close  enough  to  the 
war,  in  reality  everything  we  had  seen  up 
to  that  time,  however  significant,  had 
been  comparatively  secondary  and  re- 
mote. The  astonishingly  violent  change 
even  from  Paris  to  the  actual  front  was 
such  as  to  jolt  one's  very  personality. 

ONE  MORNING  there  came  to  the 
door  of  our  hotel  a  motor  to  take 
us  to  the  front.  Immediately  I  felt  my- 
self keyed  up  to  a  point  where  the  most 
casual  things  stood  out  with  all  the  vivid- 
ness of  a  silhouette.  The  boulevards  of 
Paris  were  no  longer  merely  delightful 


.r     .', 


■Xj^.i.    V  .       '^ 


thoroughfares — they  were  roads  leading 
direct  to  the  focus-point  of  all  our  world, 
the  Western  front!  It  was  about  to  be- 
come as  actual  as  a  house  or  a  street. 

As  we  speeded  out  of  the  suburbs  into 
the  open  country,  we  were  travelling  on 
one  of  those  famous  roads  of  France, 
straight  as  a  railroad  line  into  the  farth- 
est distance,  and  lined  by  wonderful  trees. 
This  particular  road  was  the  one  over 
which  a  large  section  of  the  spectacular 
taxi-cab  army  was  rushed  from  Paris  to 
Meaux  at  the  Battle  of  the  Marne,  and 
the  one,  too,  along  which  the  Germans 
would  have  marched  into  Paris,  if  it  had 
been  they  who  had  won  the  battle.  West 
of  Meaux,  half  an  hour  by  motor  from 
the  gates  of  Paris,  we  saw  the  wooded 
slope  where  German  batteries  had  been 
placed — the  farthest  point  of  the  Ger- 
man advance,  perilously  close  to  the  heart 
of  France. 

Up  to  this  point,  life  seemed  fairly 
normal,  but  soon  we  entered  the  "zone  of 
the  armies,"  and  immediately  the  whole 
aspect  of  things  changed.  Some  inde- 
finable human  element,  some  indefinite 
but  deep  ingrained  feeling  of  the  essen- 
tial cheerfulness  of  life  despite  all  its 
ordinary  woe,  some  psychological  impres- 
sion of  normal,  secure  existence  as  it  is 


Right:  A  remarkable 
photograph  of  a  gun  in 
action  on  the  western 
front. 

Left:  A  bird's  eye  view 
of  Allied  aviation  head- 
quarters at  a  point  on 
the     western    front. 

I'liiiloyraphs  by  Underirood 
&  Undenctjod, 

lived  by  the  mass  of  humanity 
in  average  times  and  average 

i  communities,  went  out  sudden- 

ly like  an  extinguished  light 
and  in  its  place  came  a  sinister 
air,  a  feverish  atmosphere  of 
abnormality,  the  first  currents  of  an  elec- 
trical influence  which  hung  heavily  and 
ominously  over  the  whole  area  of  the 
front.     The  joy  of  life  snapped  off! 

A  S  we  gradually  drove  further  and 
-^*-  further  in,  the  human,  element  be- 
came submerged  —  the  machine  of  war 
and  fate  came  in.  Not  that  there  were 
the  slightest  indications  of  fear  or  des- 
pair. That  is  not  what  I  mean.  But  a 
cheerless  colorlessness,  a  brooding  sense 
of  drabness,  of  the  mechanical  rather 
than  the  human,  bore  one  down ;  coupled 
with  an  immense  feeling  of  pity  for  these 
towns  and  for  the  women  and  children 
who  still  had  to  live  in  them,  where  all 
the  pleasures  of  life  had  been  snuffed  out 
so  long  ago,  that  now  it  seemed  as  if  the 
world  never  had  been  happy,  and  never 
would  be  again. 

In  spite  of  the  prevailing  sensation  of 
a  strained  abnormality,  yet,  so  complex 
are  our  emotions,  there  was  also  the  ap- 
petizing zest  of  romance.  As  Philip  Gibbs 
points  out,  these  small  stone  French 
towns  have  not  changed  since  "D'Artag- 
nan  and  his  Musketeers  rode  on  their  way 
to  great  adventures  in  the  days  of  Riche- 
lieu and  Mazarin."  It  was  not  only  of 
Dumas  that  I  was  reminded,  but  of  Cer- 


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vantes  and  Sir  Walter  Scott  and  other 
writers  of  romance.  Not  that  the  actual 
front  as  we  soon  saw  it  had  many  ele- 
ments of  romance  about  it,  but  the  towns 
immediately  behind  the  front,  breathed 
these  mingled  qualities  of  adventure  and 
brooding  horror — the  adventure  of  Cer- 
vantes and  Dumas;  the  horror  of  Poe,  and 
of  the  Grand  Guignol,  that  theatre  of 
horror,  which  I  had  seen  the  week  before 
in  Paris.  The  characters  in  those  terrible 
plays  seemed  ghostly  and  intangible,  so 
awful  was  the  atmosphere  woven  about 
them.  Here  again,  at  the  front,  was  the 
very  air  of  the  Grand  Guignol,  but  this 
time  it  was  not  make-believe,  to  be  shut 
off  at  the  fall  of  a  curtain,  but  grim  and 
ineluctable  reality. 

WE  CAME,  in  time,  into  the  region  of 
dust  —  dust  from  the  countless 
motor  cars  and  motor  lorries — dust  from 
the  transport  wagons  and  ambulance  cars 
— dust  from  men  marching  up  to  the 
front,  and  dust  from  other  detachments 
maching  back  into  rest  billets.  Soon  we 
swung  into  a  little  village,  passed  through 
its  narrow  stone  streets,  filled  with  sold- 
iers, and,  in  this  case,  with  no  one  else, 
except  a  few  old  women,  bent  and  with- 
ered, and  a  noticeably  large  number  of 
black  cats;  turned  a  corner,  and  entered 
the  headquarters  of  a  French  army, 
where  we  had  the  opportunity  of  meet- 
ing the  general  in  command.  Then  we 
drove  away,  and,  after  some  unspecified 
time,  like  people  in  a  dream,  for  the 
reality  of  the  thing  seemed  almost  im- 
possible, we  entered  the  town  of  Reims. 

The  Germans  held  this  city  for  a  few 
days  in  August  and  September,  1914, 
were  driven  back  during  the  engagements 
marking  the  Battle  of  the  Marne,  and 
entrenched  themselves  in  sight  of  the 
town.  During  these  whole  two  years  and 
a  half,  the  town  has  been  subject  to  a 
persistent  bombardment.  One  never 
knows  when  a  shell  will  come  crashing 
through  the  streets  or  over  the  roof  tops. 
A  group  of  civilians,  including  a  woman 
and  children,  had  been  killed  a  day  or 
two  before  we  were  there;  another  heavy 
bombardment  had  occurred  just  previous 
to  that,  and  still  another  might  iDegin  at 
any  moment. 

We  drove  directly  to  an  hotel  for  lunch- 
eon. It  is  one  of  two  principal  hotels — 
the  other  lies  in  ruins;  the  one  in  which 
we  had  our  meal  hadn't  been  hit  YET, 
although  several  shops  in  the  neighbor- 
hood had  been  demolished. 

What  a  meal,  eaten  in  this  hotel  at 
Reims!  Every  moment  of  the  hour  we 
spent  at  luncheon  in  this  bombarded 
town,  stands  out  with  an  inerasable  vivid- 
ness. I  remember  feeling  the  pathos  of 
the  situation — two  lonely-looking  women 
preparing  and  cooking  food  for  us;  such 
a  normal  occupation  In  such  abnormal 
circumstances.  We  ate  hors  d'oeuvres,  I 
remember,  and  an  appetizing  omelette, 
juicy  lamb  chops,  a  huge  plateful  of  green 
peas,  French  pastry,  coffee,  and  bread, 
which  for  brownness  and  a  touch  of  sour- 
ness and  sogginess,  was  the  nearest  ap- 
proach to  "war  bread"  we  met  in  France. 

A  FTER  luncheon  we  went  for  a  walk 
•^*-  through  the  town.  Grass  was  grow- 
ing through  the  cobbles  of  the  street; 
many  shops  were  closed;  the  thorough- 
fares, although  not  deserted,  were  de- 
pressingly  quiet.  And  yet  there  were 
signs  of  ordinary  life  too.  Water  was 
running  in  the  fountain  in  the  middle  of 
the  square;  the  flowers  at  its  base  were 


gay  and  showed  signs  of  care.  Butcher 
shops  and  bakeries  were  open,  and  the 
post  office.  In  one  window  was  arranged 
quite  a  display  of  corsets,  and,  in  another, 
some  children's  hats.  We  went  into  the 
largest  shop  in  Reims,  a  department 
store,  which  in  its  advertising,  boasted 
that  it  had  an  elevator,  and  which  had 
been  hit  twice.  All  the  windows  were 
shattered  by  shell  shock.  There  were  not 
many  customers  that  afternoon,  but 
there  were  women  attendants  ready  to 
look  after  us,  all  dressed  in  black,  and 
all  with  sorrow  stamped  on  their  faces. 
Yet  they  were  still  prepared  to  sell  a 
strange  hodgepodge  of  merchandise.  We 
bought  some  articles  in  that  department 
store  at  Reims  which  I  believe  reveal  the 
pathos  and  tragedy  of  war  as  well  as  any 
incident  we  encountered.  For  example,  I 
bought  a  little  toy  doll's  trunk  for  ten 
centimes,  and  four  or  five  celluloid  ani- 
mals, a  frog,  a  fish,  a  duck,  a  dog,  for  5 
centimes  each.  We  bought  some  wooden 
forks  and  spoons,  and  a  shaving  brush. 
In  the  very  centre  of  the  war,  here  were 
people  selling  trinkets  and  toys  and  the 
most  conventional  articles.  I  have  an  idea 
that  fifty  years  from  now,  a  small  cellu- 
loid duck,  bought  in  a  store  of  Reims, 
during  the  period  of  its  bombardment, 
will  have  a  real  and  pathetic  historical 
value,  a  human  interest  exhibit  of  the 
Great  War. 

A  FTER  we  left  the  shop,  we  came  into 
-^^  an  area  where  the  destruction  of 
property  was  much  greater  than  in  the 
other  parts  of  the  town.  Hardly  a  stone 
was  left  one  on  top  of  the  other;  whole 
blocks  were  razed  to  the  ground.  Not  a 
place  was  habitable.  Complete  destruc- 
tion lay  all  about  us.  Rising  out  of  the 
midst  of  the  ruins,  but  itself  a  ruin  too, 
stood  the  Cathedral  of  Reims,  consid- 
ered by  many  the  finest  in  all  Europe,  and 
the  destruction  of  which  by  the  Germans 
has  aroused  such  world-wide  condemna- 
tion. We  spent  about  twenty  minutes  in- 
side the  wrecked  building,  and  could  see 
for  ourselves  the  extent  to  which  the  Ger- 
mans in  their  two  years'  campaign 
against  it,  had  ruined  the  sacred  pile. 
Without  going  into  details,  the  damage  is 
very  great,  and,  for  the  most  part,  irre- 
trievable, although  the  outer  walls  still 
remain. 

On  the  floor  I  picked  up  fragments  of 
the  mediaeval  glass  of  that  peculiar  qual- 
ity and  color  that  no  one  has  ever  been 
able  to  duplicate.  These  glorious  win- 
dows are  now  lying  shattered  on  the  stone 
pavement  of  the  cathedral  floor.  Huge 
craters  gape  where  the  altar  used  to 
stand,  and  the  pillars  are  scarred  by  the 
marks  of  heavy  shells.  It  was  a  danger- 
ous twenty  minutes,  that  time  spent  with- 
in Reims  Cathedral,  for,  almost  daily,  the 
Germans  keep  hurling  their  bolts  against 
it.    ^ 

The  most  inspiring  thing  about  the 
cathedral  in  its  present  condition,  is  the 
statue  of  Joan  of  Arc  standing  in  the 
square  immediately  in  front.  Unscathed 
it  has  remained  from  all  the  attacks;  ban- 
ners and  wreaths  of  flowers,  emblems  of 
supplication  and  thanksgiving,  from  all 
parts  of  France,  are  strewn  about  the 
statue,  and  Joan  of  Arc  herself,  holds 
aloft  in  her  upraised  hand,  the  tricolor 
of  her  country.  The  soul  of  France,  the 
matchless  spirit  she  has  shown,  the  cour- 
age and  devotion  and  love  almost  sur- 
passing human  comprehension,  qualities 
that  have  raised  France  and  the  French 
people  to  unique  heights  in  the  estimation 


of  the  world,  and  that  have  given  her  one 
of  the  very  noblest  places  in  history — all 
this  miracle  is  symbolized  in  the  tricolor 
of  France,  held  aloft  defiantly  and  yet 
lovingly  and  sadly,  by  Joan  of  Arc  in  the 
courtyard  of  Reims  Cathedral.  If  any 
image  is  worthy  to  be  worshipped,  it  is 
this  injage  of  the  soul  of  Prance. 

npHAT  afternoon  we  drove  up  and 
-^  down  the  front  for  many  miles, 
stopping  at  times  to  visit  the  artillery 
trenches  and  the  batteries,  and  then  to  go 
further  forward  into  observation  posts. 
On  one  of  these  visits,  as  an  example,  it 
was  a  surprisingly  short  walk  from  the 
automobile  to  the  artillery  dug-outs.  As 
we  went  through  a  wood  on  our  way  to 
the  trenches,  we  saw  a  number  of  French 
privates,  some  of  the  world-honored 
poilus,  cooking  bacon  for  themselves 
on  little  wood  fires,  and  breaking  off,  from 
long  French  loaves,  huge  chunks  of  bread. 
Through  the  trenches,  we  made  our  way 
to  the  artillery  positions,  and  saw  a  bat- 
tery of  the  famous  French  "75"  guns. 
Everything  was  so  quiet  at  the  moment 
that  we  were  able  to  examine  the  guns 
closely,  pat  them  affectionately  and  gaze 
around  at  the  stores  of  ammunition.  The 
gunners  themselves,  as,  indeed,  all  the 
French  soldiers,  artillery  and  infantry, 
which  we  had  seen  that  day,  were  the 
sort  of  men  we  had  expected  to  see — those 
wonderful  French  soldiers,  reserved,  seri- 
ous, unflinching  and  determined,  who  in 
the  last  two  years  and  a  half  have  raised 
France's  military  reputation,  already 
high,  to  a  point  where  it  has  become  the 
marvel  and  admiration  of  the  world. 

But  it  is  one  thing  to*  read  about  the 
French  poilu;  it  is  another  actually  to 
see  him,  not  on  paper,  not  on  parade,  not 
at  any  base  or  headquarters,  but  actually 
on  the  firing  line,  where  all  theories  meet 
their  tests,  and  all  reports  meet  their  true 
interpretation.  To  see  these  French  sol- 
diers at  their  posts  of  danger,  to  see  the 
coolness  and  deliberation  of  their  de- 
meanor, was  to  realize  once  for  all,  the 
essential  fact  that  makes  France  great 
to-day. 

A^^HILE  we  were  with  the  battery 
^  '  there  was  no  indication  of  any  im- 
mediate firing.  Although  for  several 
hours,  we  had  been  within  range  of  Ger- 
man fire,  with  the  French  army  in  their 
lines,  we  had  not  heard  a  sound  of  war. 
But  it  was  now  four  o'clock  in  the  after- 
noon, the  period  of  the  day  when  a  re- 
newal of  activity,  after  the  respite  of 
late  morning  and  early  afternoon,  might 
be  looked  foj. 

It  came  even  sooner  than  we  expected. 
We  had  left  the  guns,  walked  through  the 
trenches,  and  climbed  to  the  level  again. 
A  cross-road,  leading  in  the  direction  of 
the  German  lines,  lay  in  front  of  us. 
One  of  our  party,  an  officer,  motioned  us 
to  wait  a  moment;  he  peeked  out  from 
behind  a  tree,  drew  back,  peeked  again, 
and  then  signalled  us  to  follow.  This  in- 
cident brought  home  the  realization  that 
this  was  no  picnic  excursion,  but  that  we 
were  so  close  to  the  Gerrilans  that  we 
had  to  take  precautions  before  crossing 
a  road. 

On  the  other  side  was  a  vineyard.  We 
were  in  the  champagne  district  of  France, 
had  been  there  all  afternoon.  We  had 
seen  women  and  old  men  working  among 
the  vines  within  range  of  German  shells, 
in  constant  danger  of  death,  which  all 
too  often  really  came.  We  saw  this  visible 
proof  that  French  agriculturists,  men  and 


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women,  fear  death  for  France  no  more 
than  do  her  soldiers. 

This  particular  vineyard,  in  our  per- 
sonal history,  will  rank  before  all  others. 
As  I  said  before,  we  had  just  left  a  bat- 
tery which,  to  all  appearance,  was  quies- 
cent. No  sooner,  however,  had  we  begun 
to  walk  across  the  field  than  these  French 
Kuns  opened  fire,  one  after  the  other,  in 
steady    succession. 

One  of  the  oflScers  who  was  with  us  was 
diplomatic,  if  not  entirely  reassuring. 

"I  think  we'd  better  hurry  a  bit,"  was 
his  quietly  expressed  advice.  "Our  bat- 
tery have  opened  fire,  and  although  the 
Germans  don't  know  the  exact  point  from 
which  the  shells  are  coming,  they  have  a 
pretty  good  idea,  and  they  often 
try  to  return  the  compliment  as 
accurately  as  they  can.  This  is 
a  long  vineyard,  and  rather  ex- 
posed.    Shall  we  move  on?" 

The  invitation  was  accepted. 
The  French  officer  was  right. 
That  WAS  a  long  vineyard,  and 
exposed  to  a  dangerous  degree. 
All  around  us,  as  we  walked,  the 
ground  was  ploughed  and  churn- 
ed in  obviously  recent  shell  holes, 
and  many  of  the  vines  were 
scorched  and  burnt  by  the  heat 
of  shells  which  had  coursed 
through  them  not  long  ago,  and 
which  might  sweep  through 
again   at  any  minute. 

COMETHING 
*■'   else      beside 
vines    was    grow- 
ing in  this  ground, 
something  we  saw 
all  along  the  front 
—  blood-red 
poppies. 
Before     w  e 
went      to 
France    w  e 
had    seen    a 
number    o  f 
poems    in 
London 
journals 
about     the 
poppies    a  t 
the     front, 
but    had    never 
realized   their 
true  s  i  g  n  i  fi  c- 
ance.When 
there,     however, 
we  saw  that  red 

poppies  did  blaze  everywhere,  in  the  fields, 
among  the  vines,  along  the  edge  of 
fences,  overhanging  the  very  guns  them- 
selves. All  the  heat,  the  feverishness  and 
the  pain  were  symbolized  in  one  of  the 
most  suggestive  influences  in  the  world, 
ihat  of  color.  Afterwards,  likewise,  we 
saw  the  white  lily-flowers  growing  on  the 
battlefield  of  the  Marne,  a  symbol  of  the 
peace  that  follows  even  the  bloodiest 
battle  —  the  peace,  alas,  of  death; 
cool  and  white,  but  death  nevertheless. 

Before  we  reached  the  end  of  that 
vineyard,  making  our  way  by  every  step 
closer  to  the  front,  the  bombardment  be- 
came heavier,  and  the  long  drawn 
whistling  of  the  shells,  going  and  coming, 
from  French  and  German  batteries  alike, 
became  more  frequent. 

Observation  posts  are  always  ingeni- 
ously placed  to  escape  the  notice  of  enemy 
batteries.  We  were  guided  to  one  point 
of  observation  near  this  section  of  the 
line,  but  for  obvious  reasons  it  is  impos- 


sible to  give  any  description  either  of  the 
post  itself  or  of  the  circuitous  route  by 
which  it  was  reached.  It  was  evident  that 
it  had  not  been  left  unscathed  by  the 
storm  of  shell  that  breaks  over  all  parts 
of  the  line. 

'  I  *HERE,  stretched  before  us,  was  a  sec- 
-*•     tion  of  the  supreme  panorama  of  the 
world,  French  and  German  trenches  fac- 
ing each  other,  close  at  hand! 

It  was  a  particularly  favorable  place 
to  see  the  front,  for  here  was  a  valley, 
with  one  slope  (on  which  we  were  stand- 
ing) held  by  the  French,  the  other  by  the 
Germans,  with  No  Man's  Land  lying  be- 
tween, along  the  floor  of  the  valley.    For 


observation,  this  reduced  the  distance  be- 
tween us  and  the  Germans  very  consider- 
ably, for  we  could  gaze  down  upon  them 
instead  of  having  to  look  along  the  level. 
Not  only  was  the  slope  of  the  ground 
favorable,  but  the  quality  of  the  soil  also 
added  to  the  clearness  of  the  picture.  The 
ground  in  this  region  has  large  deposits  of 
chalk,  which,  when  thrown  up  in  the 
digging  of  the  ditches,  marks  every  twist 
in  the  trenches  with  surprising  detail. 
There,  in  front  of  us,  plainly  to  be  seen  by 
the  naked  eye,  and  startlingly  close 
through  field  glasses,  lay  the  first,  second 
and  third  lines  of  German  trenches,  with 
the  communicating  trenches  running  be- 
tween them,  all  marked  oflf  to  their  every 
zigzag,  as  if  one  were  looking  at  the  ir- 
regular furrows  of  a  field. 

We  hadn't  been  looking  for  more  than 
a  minute  when  a  great  upburst  of  earth 
was  hurled  from  between  the  first  and 
second  German  lines.    A  French  shell  had 


landed.  And  for  a  long  time  we  watched 
similar  shells  landing  at  various  points 
along  the  line.  If  any  one  thinks  it  is 
exciting  to  sit  in  a  grandstand  and  watch 
where  a  batted  ball  is  likely  to  fall,  ima- 
gine the  tenseness  with  which  we  stood 
in  that  observation  post  looking  through 
an  aperture  in  the  wall,  watching  the 
landing  of  French  shells  on  German 
trenches! 

And,  as  before,  the  shriek  and  wail  of 
shells  were  not  all  travelling  in  the  one 
direction.  The  Germans  were  firing,  too; 
we  were  on  the  route  for  them. 

It  was  not  only  the  noise  of  German 
shells  in  the  air  which  assured  us  there 
were  Germans  opopsite  us.  An  observa- 
tion balloon 
began  to  be 
inflat?d  be- 
hind their 
lines,  reach- 
ed its  full 
size,  and 
rose  grace- 
fully above 
the  trees. 
No,  the 
German 
lines  were 
not  empty! 
What  sort 
of  1  a  n  d  - 
scape  were 
w  e  looking 
upon?  One 
of  the  most 
beau  ti  f  u  1 
•  o  u  n  t  r  y- 
sides  I  have 
ever  seen, 
e  X  traordin- 
arily  beaut- 
iful even  in 
a  land  of 
rural  charm. 
First  there 
were  the  vine- 
yards, thick 
and  green  and 
cool  looking  in 
the  feverish 
air,  stretching 
from  beneath 
our  feet  to  the 
advanced  French  lines,  and  begrinning 
again  on  the  German  side.  In  addi- 
tion, in  one  direction,  were  ridiculously 
small  tilled  fields  at  harvest  time, 
glowing  under  the  French  sun,  with 
various  colors  of  earth  and  produce,  the 
whole  producing  that  variegated  color  ef- 
fect you  do  not  see  in  the  larger,  Ameri- 
can farms  and  which,  when  I  used  to  see 
it  depicted  in  paintings,  I  thought  was  ex- 
aggerated and  impossibly  colorful.  Here 
was  a  combination  of  all  the  charm  of 
French  nature,  vineyard  and  field,  in  the 
very  territory  of  the  opposing  trenches! 
And  what  were  one's  feelings?  We 
were  so  busy  watching  every  detail  of  the 
scene,  looking  at  a  vine  or  a  tree  or  a 
hill  as  if  we  had  never  seen  one  before,  so 
tense  and  keyed-up  were  our  senses,  that 
there  was  no  time  to  analyze  our  emo- 
tions. That  night,  however,  with  the 
memory  of  the  German  trenches  vivid 
and  fresh,  my  feelings  began  to  sift  them- 
selves, and,  at  the  time,  I  wrote  down 
three  adjectives  which,  I  believe,  express 
the  front  as  I  had  seen  it — "sinister, 
electric,  ultimate." 

"Sinister."     For  the  front  is  sinister 
indeed;  there  is  no  element  of  a  joke  in' 
Continued  on  page  68. 


Above:  Some 
French  troopt, 
defending 
farm,  building 
against  Ger- 
man attack. 

Left:  A  city  of 
the  dead. 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


The  War  Verse  of  Robert  W,  Service 

EDITOR'S  NOTE — Late  in  the  year  1915,  MacLean's  Magazine  arranged  with  Robert  W.  Service 
for  the  senal  publication  of  a  number  of  his  war  poems,  with  the  result  that  practically  every  issue 
since  has  been  enriched  by  contributions  from,  his  vigorous  and  graphic  pen.  MacLean's  was  the 
only  magazine  to  secure  any  of  Mr.  Service's  work  and  so  had  the  exclusive  privilege  of  presenting 
to  its  readers  in  advance  some  of  the  finest  pieces  of  verse  now  found  in  his  voluyne,  "Rhymes  of  a 
Red  Cross  Man."  The  last  of  the  poems  on  which  serial  rights  were  secured,  "The  Whistle  of  Sandy 
McGraw,"  is  presented  herewith. 

The  war  verse  of  Canada's  famous  young  poet  is  being  enthusiastically  received.  It  has  caught  the 
spirit  of  war.  It  combines  the  humor  and  the  horror,  the  pathos  and  the  thrill  of  this  titanic  clash  of 
nations — told  for  the  most  part  in  the  words  of  the  soldier  himself.  Every  line  was  penned  at  the  front. 
In  his  Foreword  he  writes,  "By  broken  altars,  blackened  shrines,  I've  tinkered  at  m.y  bits  of 
rhymes."  Necessarily,  some  of  the  poems  tell  of  war  at  its  ivorst — ivar  unglossed,  stripped  of  all 
romance.    Again  in  his  Foreword,  Mr.  Service  says: 


"And  if  at  times  I  curse  a  bit, 
You  needn't  fead  that  part  of  it; 
For  through  it  all  like  horror  runs 
The  red  resentment  of  the  guns. 


And  you  yourself  would  mutter  when 
You  took  the  things  that  once  were  men, 
And  sped  them  through  that  zone  of  hate 
To  where  the  dripping  surgeons  wait." 


It  is  hoped  that  early  issues  of  MacLean's  will  hav  e  new  tvork  from  Mr.  Service.    He  has  promised  it. 
In  the  meantim,e  is  presented: 


i=x>m 


By  ROBERT  W.  SERVICE 


You  may  talk  o'  your  lutes  and  your  dulcimers  fine. 

Your  harps  and  your  tabors  and  cymbals  and  a', 
But  here  in  the  trenches  jist  gi'e  me  for  mine, 

The  wee  penny  whistle  o'  Sandy  McGraw. 
Oh!  its:  "Sandy,  ma  lad,  will  you  lilt  us  a  tune?" 

And  Sandy  is  willin'  and  trillin'  like  mad ; 
Sae  silvery  sweet  that  we  a'  throng  aroun,' 

And  some  o'  it's  gay,  but  maist  o'  it's  sad. 
Jist  the  wee  simple  airs  that  sink  intae  your  hert. 

And  grup  ye  wi'  love  and  wi'  longin'  for  hame; 
And  ye  glour  like  an  owl  till  yod're  feelin'  the  stert 

0'  a  tear,  and  you  blink  wi'  a  feelin'  o'  shame. 
For  his  song's  o'  the  heather,  and  here  in  the  dirt 

You  listen  and  dream  o'  a  land  that's  sae  braw. 
And  he  mak's  you  forget  a'  the  harm  and  the  hurt. 

For  he  pipes  like  a  laverock,  does  Sandy  McGraw. 


At  Eepers  I  mind  me  when  rank 

upon  rank 
We  rose  from  the  trenches  and 

swept  like  the  gale. 
Till  the  rapid-fire  guns  got  us  fell 

on  the  flank 
And  the  murderin'  bullets  came 

swishin'  like  hail ; 
Till  a'  that  were  left  o'  us  faltered 

and  broke; 
Till   it  seemed   for   a   moment   a 

panicky  rout. 
When  shrill  through  the  fume  and 

the  flash  and  the  smoke 
The  wee  valiant  voice  o'  a  whistle 

piped  out 


"The  Campbells  are  comin'":  Then  into  the  fray 
We  bounded  wi'  bayonets  reekin'  and  raw. 

And  oh !  we  fair  revelled  in  glory  that  day, 
Jist  thanks  to  the  whistle  o'  Sandy  McGraw. 

***** 

At  Loose,  it  wis  after  a  sconnersome  fecht. 

On  the  field  o'  the  slain  I  wis  crawlin'  aboot. 
And  the  rockets  were  burnin'  red  holes  in  the  nicht, 
And  the  guns  they  were  veciously  thunderin'  oot. 
When  sudden  I  heard  a  bit  sound  like  a  sigh 
And  there  in  a  crump-hole  a  kiltie  I  saw: 
"Whit  ails  ye,  ma  lad?    Are  ye  woundit?"  says  I. 
"I've  lost  ma  wee  whustle,"  says  Sandy  McGraw. 
"  'Twas  oot  by  yon  bing  where  we  pressed  the  attack, 
It  drappedfrae  ma  pooch,  and  between  noo  and  dawn 
There  isna  much  time,  so  I'm  jist  crawlin'  back." 
"Ye're  daft,  man!"  I  telt  him,  but  Sandy  wis  gone. 
Weel,  I  waited  a  wee,  then  I  crawled 
oot  masel'. 
And  the  big  stuff  wis  gorin'  and 
roarin'  around. 
And  I  seemed  tae  be  under  the  oxter 
o'  hell, 
And  creation  wis  crackin'  tae  bits 
by  the  sound. 
And  I  says  in  ma  mind:  "Gang  ye 
back,  ye  auld  fule!" 
When  I  thrilled  tae  a  note  that 
wis  saucy  and  sma'; 
And  there  in  a  crater,  collected  and 
cool, 
Wi'   his   wee   penny   whistle   wis 
Sandy  McGraw. 


MA  CI.  KAN'S     M  A(i  AZ  I  X  K 


37 


Ay,  there  he  wis  playin'  as  gleg  as  could  be, 

And  listenin'  hard  wis  a  spectacled  Boche; 
Then  Sandy  turned  roon'  and  he  noddit  tae  me. 

And  he  says:  "Dinna  blab  on  me,  Sergeant  McTosh. 
The  auld  chap  is  deein'.    He  likes  me  tae  play. 

It's  makin'  him  happy.    Jist  see  his  een  shine!" 
And  thrillin'  and  sweet  in  the  hert  o'  the  fray 

Wee  Sandy  wis  playin'  "The  Watch  on  the  Rhine." 


The  last  scene  o'  a', — 'Twas  the  day  that  we  took 

That  bit  o'  black  ruin  they  ca'  Labbiesell, 
It  seemed  the  hale  hillside  jist  shivered  and  shook. 

And  the  red  skies  were  roarin'  and  spewin'  oot  shell. 
And  the  Sergeants  were  cursin'  tae  keep  us  in  hand. 

And  hard  on  the  leash  we  were  strainin'  like  dugs, 
When  upward  we  shot  at  the  word  o'  command, 

And  the  bullets  were  dingin'  their  songs  in  oor  lugs. 
And  onward  we  swept  wi'  a  yell  and  a  cheer, 

And  a'  wis  destruction,  confusion  and  din. 
And  we  knew  that  the  trench  o'  the  Boches  was  near. 

And  it  seemed  jist  the  safest  bit  hole  tae  be  in; 
So  we  a'  tumbled  doon,  and  the  Boches  were  there, 

And  they  held  up  their  hands,  and  they  yelled: 
"Kamarad!" 


And  I  marched  aff  wi'  ten,  wi'  their  palms  in  the  aif, 

And  my,  I  was  proodlike,  and  my!  I  was  glad. 
And  I  thocht:  "If  ma  lassie  could  see  me  jist  then.    ." 

When  sudden  I  sobered  at  somethin'  I  saw, 
A^d  I  stopped  and  I  stared,  and  I  halted  ma  men. 

For  there  on  a  stretcher  wis  Sandy  McGraw. 
Weel,  he  looks  in  ma  face,  jist  as  pert  as  ye  please: 

"Ye  ken  hoo  I  hate  tae  be  working',"  says  he; 
"But  noo  I  can  play  in  the  street  for  bawbees, 

Wi'  baith  o'  ma  legs  taken  aff  at  the  knee." 
And  though  I  could  see  he  wis  rackit  wi'  pain. 

He  reached  for  his  whistle  and  started  tae  play; 
And  quaverin'  sweet  wis  the  plaintive  refrain : 

"The  flo'ers  o'  the  forest  are  a'  wede  away," 
Then  sudden  he  stoppit:  "Man,  wis  it  no'  grand 

Hoo  we  took  a'  them  trenches?"    .    .    .    He  shakit 
his  heid: 
"I'll-no'-play-nae-mair-"    Feebly  doon  frae  his  hand 

Slipped  the  wee  penny  whistle  and    .    .    .    Sandy 
wis  deid. 

«  •  »  »  » 

And  so  ye  may  talk  o'  your  Steinways  and  Strads, 
Your  wunnerfu'  organs  and  brasses  sae  braw, 

But  oot  in  the  trenches  jist  gi'e  me,  ma  lads. 
Yon  wee  penny  whistle  o'  Sandy  McGraw. 


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Contents  of  Reviews 


How  Schwab  Handles  Men  ♦SS 

Germany's  Food  Supply  40 

Saving  the  World  From  Starvation 42 

The  Ambitions  of  Japan 51 

Tricky  German  "Diplomacy"   52 

Liberty  of  the  Desert 54 


Making  Children  Immune  55 

State  Control  of  the  Liquor  Traffic  56 

The  End  of  a  Day  at  Ypres 58 

Dreams  That  Come  in  the  Darkness 59 

Shall  We  Ever  Settle  Down  Again? 61 

Voyage  of  Discovery  in  Germany 65 


How  Schwab  Handles  Men 


An  Article  by  the  Steel  King  on  His  Re- 
lations   With   his  Employees. 


ONE  of  the  most  striking  articles  that  has 
appeared  in  the  magazine  press  for  some 
time,  is  a  discussion  in  the  American,  "My 
20,000  Partners,"  by  Charles  M.  Schwab,  the 
steel  king.  Space  does  not.  permit  reprinting 
this  in  full,  but  the  following  extracts  will  be 
found  well  worth  reading: — 

Bethlehem's  biggest  asset  is  not  its  rolling 
mill  plants,  its  gun  shops,  its  armor  works, 
its  rail  mills,  it  is  the  men  who  make  up  its 
enthusiastic  organization.  For  more  than 
thirty  years  I  have  been  superintending  the 
manufacture  of  steel,  and  I  can  say  that  my 
men  at  Bethlehem  are  the  most  energetic,  com- 
petent and  lovable  young  men  with  whom  I 
have  ever  worked. 

To  no  small  extent  the  success  of  Bethle- 
hem has  been  built  up  by  our  profit-sharing 
system.  But  coupled  with  this  individual  in- 
centive to  extra  effort  is  a  corps  loyalty,  a 
friendly  rivalry,  without  which  no  great  busi- 
ness can  reach  the  maximum  of  production. 

I  love  to  appeal  to  the  American  spirit  of 
conquest  in  my  men,  the  spirit  of  doing  things 
better  than  anyone  has  ever  done  them  be- 
fore. There  is  nothing  to  which  men  respond 
more  quickly. 

Once  when  I  was  with  Mr.  Carnegie  I  had 
a  mill  manager  who  was  finely  educated,  thor- 
oughly capable  and  master  of  every  detail  of 
the  business.  But  he  seemed  unable  to  in- 
spire his  men  to  do  their  best. 

"How  is  it  that  a  man  as  able  as  you,"  I 
asked  him  one  day,  "cannot  make  this  mill 
turn  out  what  it  should?" 

"I  don't  know,"  he  replied;  "I  have  coaxed 
the  men;  I  have  pushed  them;  I  have  sworn 
at  them,  I  have  done  everything  in  my  power. 
Yet  they  will  not  produce." 

It  was  near  the  end  of  the  day;  in  a  few 
minutes  the  night  force  would  come  on  duty. 
I  turned  to  a  workman  who  was  standing  be- 
side one  of  the  red-mouthed  furnaces  and 
asked  him  for  a  piece  of  chalk. 

"How  many  heats  has  your  shift  made  to- 
day?" I  queried. 

"Six,"  he  replied. 


I  chalked  a  big  "6"  on  the  floor,  and  then 
passed  along  without  another  word.  When 
the  night  shift  came  in  they  saw  the  "6,"  and 
asked  about  it. 

"The  big  boss  was  in  here  to-day,"  said  the 
day  men.  "He  asked  how  many  heats  we  had 
made,  and  we  told  him  six.  He  chalked  it 
down." 

The  next  morning  I  passed  through  the 
same  mill.  I  saw  that  the  "6"  had  been  rub- 
bed out  and  a  big  "7"  written  instead.  The 
niglit  shift  had  announced  itself.  That  night 
I  went  back.  The  "7"  had  been  erased,  and 
a  "10"  swaggered  in  its  place.  The  day  force 
recognized  no  superiors.  Thus  a  fine  compe- 
tition was  started,  and  it  went  on  until  this 
mill,  formerly  the  poorest  producer,  was 
turning  out  more  than  any  other  mill  in  the 
plant. 

The  Bethlehem  profit-sharing  system  is  bas- 
ed on  my  belief  that  every  man  should  get 
exactly  what  he  makes  himself  worth.  This 
is  the  only  plan  I  know  of  which  is  equally 
fair  to  the  employers  and  every  class  of  em- 
ployee. Some  day,  I  hope,  all  labor  troubles 
will  be  solved  by  such  a  system. 

I  am  not  a  believer  in  large  salaries.  I 
hold  that  every  man  should  be  paid  for  per- 
sonal production.  Our  big  men  at  Bethlehem 
seldom  get  salaries  of  over  one  hundred  dol- 
lars a  week;  but  their  pay  envelopes  bulge 
with  bonuses — computed  entirely  on  the  effi- 
ciencies and  economies  registered  in  their  de- 
partments. 

Approximately  eighty  per  cent,  of  the 
twenty-two  thousand  men  in  our  plants  at 
Bethlehem  come  under  the  operation  of  the 
system.  The  only  ones  not  included  are  cer- 
tain kinds  of  day  laborers,  whose  work  is  of 
such  a  nature  that  it  does  not  fall  readily 
into  the  scheme,  and  the  men  in  a  few  spe- 
cial or  too-complex  departments. 

Take  the  case  of  a  mechanic;  he  is  given  a 
certain  piece  of  work,  and  he  knows  that  the 
allotted  time  for  doing  this  work  is,  say, 
twenty  hours.  Perhaps  he  has  a  regular  wage 
of  forty  cents  an  hour,  irrespective  of  his  pro- 
duction. If  he  finishes  the  job  in  the  allotted 
twenty  hours,  he  gets  a  bonus  of  twenty  per 
cent,  bringing  his  total  pay  for  the  work  up 
to  nine  dollars  and  sixty  cents.  But  if  he 
does  the  work  in  twelve  hours,  he  still  receives 
the  nine  dollars  and  sixty  cents,  and  is  ready 
forthwith  to  tackle  another  piece  of  work.    In 


other  words,  the  man  gets  bonus  pay  for  the 
job  on  the  basis  of  the  entire  schedule  timt, 
regardless  of  the  actual  time  it  takes  him  to 
do  it. 

Any  short  cuts  a  man  may  devise  or  any  un- 
usual energy  he  may  show  are  thus  capita- 
lized into  profit  for  him.  With  this  stimulus, 
our  men  are  always  giving  their  best  efforts 
to  their  work,  and  the  result  has  been  that 
the  production  per  man  in  some  departments 
has  more  than  doubled  since  the  plan  was  put 
into  effect. 

We  have  complete  schedules  of  time  and 
bonus  rates  for  many  kinds  of  common  labor, 
and  our  statistics  show  that  such  labor  has 
been  averaging  nearly  forty  per  cent,  above 
the  regular  rate  per  hour.  Such  jobs  as 
wheeling  a  wheelbarrow  or  handling  a  shovel 
have  been  put  under  the  profit-sharing  sys- 
tem. 

There  are  some  departments  in  which  the 
work  is  of  such  a  nature  that  time  enters  very 
slightly  into  calculation  —  in  open  hearth 
work  or  treating  of  armor  plate,  for  exam- 
ple. Here  we  are  more  concerned  with  the 
quality  of  the  work  than  with  the  quantity 
turned  out  in  a  given  time.  In  these  cases 
we  give  a  bonus  for  quality,  basing  our  com- 
putations on  tests  of  the  steel.  If  we  had  the 
regular  system  in  operation  here,  workmen 
might  be  tempted  to  hurry  their  work,  and 
a  lot  of  steel  would  have  to  be  thrown  out. 

In  still  other  departments  we  give  bonuses 
for  efficiencies.  If  a  man  handles  his  mach- 
ines so  that  the  item  of  repair  is  very  low,  or 
if  he  gets  equal  results  with  less  than  the 
regular  amount  of  fuel,  he  is  paid  according- 
ly. W^e  try  to  take  into  calculation  every  ele- 
ment that  depends  on  the  initiative,  or  ori- 
ginality, or  energy,  or  manual  dexterity  of 
a  worker. 

In  many  departments  we  use  $1  as  a  unit 
cost  standard.  The  manager  or  superinten- 
dent gets  1  per  cent,  of  the  reduction  down  to 
$.95,  2  per  cent,  of  the  total  from  .$.95  to  $.90. 
3  per  cent,  of  the  total  from  $.90  to  $.85,  and 
so  on.  This  holds  out  every  inducement  for 
economy   and   efficiency. 

We  say  to  the  superintendent  of  blast  fur- 
naces, for  example:  "This  is  your  normal 
operation  cost,  the  amount  we  charge  up. 
Everything  you  save  from  this  standard  cost 
you  will  share,  and  the  more  money  you  make 
the  more  money  we  will  make,  and  the  bet- 
ter satisfied  everybody  will  be." 

If  Mr.  Grace,  the  president  of  Bethlehem, 
who  made  a  million  dollars  last  year,  were 


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rking  on  a  salary,  he  would  have  been  well 
id    if   he    had    got    thirty    or    forty    thous- 
|(1  dollars.     But  I  am  delighted  to  see  him 
ku  a  million. 

IVc  have  to  have  a  very  elaborate  and  very 
tly  statistical  department  to  carry  out  the 
tern,  but  it  pays  for  itself  a  hundred  times 
!r. 
There  is  at  Bethlehem  a  minimum  wage  be- 

which  no  man's  salary  shall  fall.  But 
st  of  what  each  worker  earns  is  made  up 
bonuses.  We  find  that  if  a  man  has  not 
bition  enough  to  earn  bonuses  he  is  not 
ely  to  remain  with  us  long. 
■  am  very  happy  to  know  that  my  Bethle- 
n  employees  are  the  best  paid  body  of  men 
the  steel  industry  in  Amerfca.  Last  year, 
m  superintendents  to  boys,  they  averaged 
10  apiece. 

?ystems  of  general  profit-sharing  have  cer- 
n  disadvantages  from  which  ours  is  free, 
e  disadvantage  is  that  the  lazy  man  shares 

reward  of  the  smart  man's  work.  Gen- 
,1  systems  give  employees  uniformly  bigger 
ges  in  times  of  general  prosperity  and  fur- 
h  a  good  excuse  to  reduce  wages  at  other 
,es. 

*Iy  system,  I  believe,  can  be  fitted  to  any 
nch  of  industry.  A  banker  once  told  me 
t  there  was  no  way  in  which  it  could  be 
rked  out  for  banks.  I  told  him  I  thought 
re  was  a  way.  And  to  prove  it  I  devised 
ystcm  which  has  been  put  into  successful 
ration  in  a  dozen  banks, 
here  are  a  good  many  things  to  be  con- 
red  in  selecting  men  for  important  posi- 
is.  One  of  the  things  that  I  always  take 
a  account  is  their  family  relations.  If  a 
n's  wife  takes  the  part  of  a  discreet  hel- 

or  co-director  with  him,  he  is  that  much 

more  valuable  to  us. 
t   is   a   common   enough   saying   that   it   is 
der  to  save  money   than   it   is  to  earn   it. 
!  women  of  the   United   States  have  more 
learn   about   their   husbands'   money    than 

men  have  to  learn  about  getting  it.  That 
men   are  getting  more  out  of  their  earn- 

capacities   than    their   wives   are   getting 

of  managing  the  money  which  their  hus- 
ds   provide   them. 

can  never  express  the  wonderful  help 
5.  Schwab  has  been  to  me  from  the  very 
rt.     Not  long  ago  a  group  of  men  offered 

a  large  sum,  sixty  million  dollars,  I  be- 
e,  for  half  of  Bethlehem.  I  told  my  wife 
ut  it  that  evening. 

This  is  a  big  sum,"  I  said.  "Half  of  Vhat 
ive  is  yours.  What  shall  we  do?  If  we  sell, 
r  share,  invested  at  five  per  cent.,  will 
ig  you  an  income  of  over  a  hundred  thous- 

dollars  a  month  for  the  rest  of  your  life." 
We  wouldn't  sell  for  five  times  that,"  my 
9  said.  "What  would  I  do  with  the  money? 
I  what  would  you  do  without  your  work  ?" 


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This  Little  Girl  Has  Always  Been  An 
Active  Out-Door  Baby 

Her  Mother  Writes : 

"Virginia  still  loves  Grape-Nuts  and  always  did.  When  she 
stopped  taking  her  bottle,  I  did  not  want  to  begin  feeding  her  every- 
thing, so  decided  on  Grape-Nuts  with  hot  milk. 

"She  thrived  on  it  perfectly  and  for  months  ate  nothing  else. 
She  still  has  it  for  breakfast,  but,  of  course,  eats  other  things  now." 
Name  given  on  request  by  Postum  Co.,  Battle  Creek,  Mich. 


Grape -Nuts 


supplies  in  delicious  and  easily  digestible  form  an  abundance  of  the 
simple,  thorough  nourishment  so  essential  to  health  in  growing  chil- 
dren, and  to  mental  and  bodily  vigor  in  adults. 

Mothers  everywhere  have  found  Grape-Nuts  a  big  factor  in  keep- 
ing smiles  and  good  cheer  in  the  home. 

"There's  a  Reason" 

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l.iiser  (as  his  sainted  grandfather's  clock 
•h<s  three) :  "The  British  are  just  putting 
Br  clocks  back  an  hour.  I  wish  I  could 
R  01118  back  three  years." 


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fWORY 


Tour  Skin  in  Winter 

TF  you  work  indoors  your  skin  is  sensitive  to  the  cold. 
A  To  prevent  chapping,  you  should  be  careful  to  close 
the  pores  by  rinsing  with  cold  water,  to  remove  all  moisture 
by  drying  thoroughly  and  to  avoid  soap  which  irritates  the 
skin  and  makes  it  all  the  more  sensitive  to  wind  and  frost. 

When  using  Ivory  Soap  you  can  be  certain  that  the  skin  is  not 
touched  by  any  injurious  material.  It  is  made  of  the  choicest 
oils  and  is  entirely  harmless. 


TF  you  are  out  in  the  weather  most  of  the  time,  the 
A  reaction  against  the  cold  forces  the  blood  to  the  surface 
and  makes  the  skin  hot  and  sensitive  when  you  c(^me 
indoors.  To  bathe  in  comfort,  the  soap  you  use  must  be 
exceedingly  mild  and  gende. 

Ivory  Soap  does  not  rely  upon  harsh  materials  to  do  its  work.  It 
cleans  because  of  its  purity  and  copious  lather.  It  is  free  from 
every  mgredient  that  could  feel  ungrateful  to  the  tenderest  skin 


IVORY  SOAP 


99  S^  PURE 


Made  in  the  Procter  &  Gamble  factories  at  Hamilton,  Canada 


Germany's  Food 
Supply 

Figures  Show  That  a  Serious  Shortage 
Noiv  Being  Felt. 


T  T  OW  LONG  will  Germany's  food  supi 
■TT-  hold  out  in  the  face  of  the  Briti 
blockade?  At  first  high  hopes  were  held  c 
that  the  work  of  the  fleet  would  result 
forcing  the  Germans  to  early  submissic 
Gradually,  however,  it  became  certain  tl 
the  process  of  economic  pressure  was  goi 
to  be  a  slow  one  and  the  pendulum  of  opinl 
swung  the  other  way.  Recently  the  hope 
starving  Germany  out  has  been  given  up. 

That  the  land  of  the  Kaiser  is  in  reality 
very  sad  plight  is,  however,  the  conclusion 
be  drawn  from  an  able  article  by  J.  El 
Barker  in  the  Edinburgh  Review.  He  cov( 
the  first  two  years  of  the  war  in  their  bet 
ing  on  the  situation,  showing  that  the  fo 
supply  has  been  getting  shorter  all  the  tin 
In  conclusion  he  says: 

In  countries  which  have  a  free  mark 
cheapness  betokens  plenty,  and  dearn< 
scarcity.  The  German  Government  has, 
its  food  policy,  abolished  the  law  of  supi 
and  demand  and  has  created  an  artific 
cheapness.  Instead  of  allowing  the  sim] 
mechanism  of  high  prices  to  stimulate  pi 
duction  and  to  restrict  consumption,  the  Gi 
man  Government  has  endeavored  to  regult 
production  and  consumption  by  the  most  co 
plicated  system  of  regulations  imaginab 
Let  us  now  inquire  how  Germany's  comp 
cated  economic  legislation  and  her  cheap  fo 
policy  have  affected  the  consumption  and  pi 
duction  of  food,  and  let  us  begin  by  studyi 
consumption. 

It  is  not  easy  to  regulate  the  human  apj 
tite  either  by  exhortation  or  by  minute  G< 
ernment  regulations.  As  food  has  been  che 
in  Germany  since  the  beginning  of  the  wi 
the  people,  who  habitually  ate  more  than  w 
good  for  them,  probably  continued  over-eati 
instead  of  greatly  restricting  their  consunt 
tion,  and  if  some  foodstuffs  were  scarce 
dear,  or  were  not  easily  obtainable,  owing 
the  complicated  regulations  made,  they  turji 
naturally  to  other  foods  which  were  a 
cheap  and  plentiful,  eating  the  large  qui 
titles  to  which  they  were  accustomed.  Ui 
recently  neutral  visitors  to  Germany  d 
mented  on  the  fact  that  the  people  lived 
well  as  in  peace  time,  that  cafes  and  restai 
ants  were  crowded,  that  food  was  plentif 
In  the  beginning  of  the  struggle,  when  nl 
lions  of  cattle  and  pigs  were  slaughtered  J 
cause  of  the  lack  of  imported  feeding  stiri 
the  German  people  gorged  on  cheap  n^ 
and  the  German  housewives  pickled 
smoked  meat  in  large  quantities.  At  that 
advertisements  of  cheap  smoking  appari 
for  privatee  households  could  be  founi' 
every  German  newspaper. 

The  authors  of  the  book  "Germany's  Fi 
Can   it  Last?"  estimate,  as  has  been   sh 
that  German  agriculture  produces  only 
third.s  of  the  food   normally  eaten,  and 
the   people   should,    therefore,   eat   only 
thirds  of  the  food  they  have  been  accust( 
to.     It  seems  pretty  obvious  that  no  sue' 
striction    has   taken   place;    and   that,   du; 
contrary,    the    German    people    have,    du: 
the  war,  eaten  far  more  food  than  ever 
fore,  partly  because  food  has  been  almo: 
cheap  as  usual  and  war  profits  and  war  wi 
have    created    an    artificial    opulence;    p 
because    wars    increase    the    appetite    of 
tions.      All   the   heaviest   eaters   of   Ger 
were  drafted  into  the  army,  and  the  open-! 
life    and    exercise    naturally    increased    thi 
normally   large   appetites.     The  men   in   ui 
form  ate  more  than  ever  before.     Armies  « 
notoriously  wasteful  with  food.     In  the  an 
kitchens    and    on    the   march    vast   quantiti 
of    food    are    invariably    wasted,    spoilt, 
stolen.     The  soldiers  who  were  sent  to  th" 
homes   on   leave   were,   of  course,   feasted 


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their  relations,  who  participated,  and  military 
invalids  and  convalescents,  who  have  prover- 
bially large  appetites,  were  certainly  not 
stinted  either  in  the  hospitals  or  in  their 
homes.  The  German  newspapers  reported 
victories  on  land  and  sea  almost  every  day, 
and  victories  must,  of  course,  be  celebrated 
with  feasting.  It  would  not  be  surprising  if 
Germany,  instead  of  eating  two-thirds  the 
quantity  of  food  consumed  in  peace  time, 
should  have  eaten  about  30  per  cent,  more 
than  in  any  previous  period. 

It  is  true  that  at  least  a  million  German 
soldiers  have  been  killed  or  captured,  but  as 
their  place  as  consumers  of  food  has  been 
taken  by  a  large  number  of  prisoners,  there 
are  now  as  many  mouths  in  Germany  as 
there  were  before  the  war,  especially  as  the 
civil  population  has  continued  increasing.  It 
is  true  that  Germany  has  confiscated  large 
quantities  of  foodstuffs  in  the  conquered  ter- 
ritories, but  that  gain  is  probably  balanced 
by  the  loss  of  the  produce  of  Eastern  Prussia, 
which  was  invaded  by  the  Russians  in  the  be- 
KJnning  of   the   war. 

The  surmise  that  the  German  Government 
has  failed  in  its  endeavor  to  regulate  and, to 
restrain  human  appetite  by  complicated  regu- 
lations seems  to  be  borne  out  by  the  more 
recent  and  more  drastic  food  regulations 
quoted  in  the  papers,  and  by  the  smallness  of 
the  allowance  per  person.  Germany  and 
Austria-Hungary  produce  normally  an  enorm- 
ous surplus  of  potatoes  and  sugar.  In  ordin- 
ary times  Germany  consumes  only  half  the 
sugar  she  produces,  and  the  Dual  Monarchy 
consumes  considerably  less  than  half  the 
yearly  sugar  production.  There  ought,  there- 
fore, to  be  a  large  surplus  of  sugar.  The  fact 
that  the  potato  allowance  is  exceedingly 
small  and  that  saccharine  is  replacing  sugar 
seems  to  indicate  that  even  potatoes  and  sugar 
are  becoming  scarce,  that  the  insufficiently 
restrained  appetite  of  the  people  has  caused 
terrible  ravages  not  merely  in  the  supply  of 
meat,  dairy  produce,  and  bread,  but  even  in 
that  of  potatoes  and  sugar. 

In  accordance  with  the  demand  of  the  Soc- 
ialists, the  German  Government  has  endea- 
vored not  only  to  regulate  prices,  but  it  has 
also  striven  to  arrange  that  all  should  have 
an  equal  share  in  the  food  supply  by  the  ticket 
system.  The  Government's  endeavor  at  equal 
distribution  has  proved  a  complete  failure. 
The  food  producers,  the  peasants,  the  farmers 
and  their  friends,  eat,  of  course,  as  much  as 
they  like.  An  endeavor  to  control  their 
appetite  would  be  hopeless.  The  well-to-do, 
who  cannot  obtain  as  much  as  they  would  like 
to  have  under  the  ticket  system,  can,  of 
course,  obtain  privately  food  from  the  farm- 
ers and  peasants,  who  thus  are  able  to  sell 
food  in  small  quantities  at  far  higher  prices 
than  the  low  maximum  prices  fixed  by  the 
Government.  Besides,  the  well-to-do  can  go 
to  the  country  and  feast  there.  The  result  is 
that  the  country  population  and  the  well-to-do 
are  well  fed,  while  the  Socialist  masses  in  the 
towns,  for  whose  special  benefit  the  ticket 
system  was  instituted,  are  starved.  The 
workers  have  neither  the  money  nor  the  op- 
portunities to  buy  surreptitiously  direct  from 
the  farmers,  and  thus  they  are  the  principal 
sufferers  by  the  great  Socialist  experiment 
which  has  been  made  at  the  bidding  of  their 
leaders.  Besides,  the  attempt  to  distribute 
food  by  ticket  has  proved  a  failure  because  the 
officials  lack  commercial  experience.  Hence 
in  innumerable  instances  people  have  to  wait 
many  hours,  and  sometimes  all  night,  before 
_  shops  with  their  tickets,  and  after  endless 
waiting  are  told  that  the  supply  has  run  out. 
Commerce  is  a  science  aiid  an  art,  and  ex- 
perienced business  men  cannot  safely  be  re- 
placed by  well-drilled  officials  directed  by  un- 
practical doctrinaires. 

Now  let  us  consider  how  the  complicated 
legislation  of  Germany  has  affected  individual 
exertion,  and  has  affected  the  national  food 
production. 

Soon  after  the  outbreak  of  the  war  numer- 
ous measures  were  taken  to  stimulate  agricul- 
ture. The  pe»ple  in  the  towns  were  appealed 
to  for  help  in  harvesting.  Schools  were  closed 
and  the  school  children  were  asked  to  assist 
in  the  fields.  Those  willing  to  help  with  har- 
vesting were  given  free  tickets  on  the  State 
railways.  The  rural  co-operative  societies 
received  liberal  State  aid.  The  acquisition  of 
steam  ploughs,  motor  ploughs,  etc.,  was  facil- 
itated by  grants  and  by  the  creation  of  ex- 


NORTH  CAROLINA, 


CAROLINA  HOTEL  and  Cottages  open  for  the  Season 
HOLLY  INN,  BERKSHIRE  and  HARVARD  open  earlr  in  January 


fnlf     "^^   ^  eightcen-hole    courses   are   augment 
UUll       which  will  be  open  for  play.   The  fairways 
Tpnni^     The    day    tennis    courts    at    Pinehurst 
I  cnuio    are   fjjmotis   botli   among   professionals 
and    amateurs    for    their    excellence. 

Tran.Shnntincr    ^'^*''^'   facility  provided   for 

irapoaOOlin^    trap    shooting.  30,000    acre 

l^rivate  shooting  preserve.  Guides,  trained  dogs 
iuirl   shooting  wagons   provided. 

Throufjh  Pullman  serrice  from  'Sew  York 
and  Washington  via  Seaboard  Air  Line 
liy.  Only  one  nisfht  from  N.Y.^  Boston, 
Buffalo,  Cleveland,  Pittsburgh  and  Cin- 
cinnati. 

No  consumptives   received    at    Pinehurst 

Full  information  on  request 
Pinehurst  Office,  Pinehurst,  N.  C. 


ed   this  year  by  the  new  nine-hole  course 
and  greens  arc  tqual  to  any  in  the  South. 

T  ivprv    ^     large    stable    of    saddle 
I^lVcijr    ^nd  driving  horses. 


Hnrctf  Rarinir^P'^°**''*      trotting.      nm- 
iiui  9C  ixauiujgj^iQg     and      steeplechasjng 

events    held    each    week    throughout    the    sea- 
son   liy    h'irscfi    from    private   stables. 


Mnf  nrincr  Excellent    new 
mOlOnng  ,-oads     for     fifty 

miles      in     every     direction. 

New    State    road    completed 

tu    Savannah. 


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changes'  for  these  implements.  The  Russian 
laborers  who  were  in  Germany  when  the  war 
broke  out,  and  who  numbered  perhaps  200,000, 
were  forcibly  detained.  When  the  harvest 
had  been  brought  in,  orders  were  given  that 
every  available  spot,  even  parks  and  drill- 
grounds,  were  to  be  put  under  cultivation. 
The  German  press  informed  us  that  a  record 
area  would  be  sown  and  that  it  would  produce 
a  record  harvest  in  1915.  Nevertheless,  the 
1915  harvest  was  poor,  owing  to  bad  weather, 
and  especially  owing  to  lack  of  human  and 
animal  labor  and  of  chemical  and  animal 
manure. 

When,  towards  the  middle  of  1915,  it  be- 
came clear  that  the  German  harvest  would  be 
a  poor  one,  the  Government  arranged  for  the 
distribution  of  foodstuffs  of  various  kinds 
and  began  seizing  the  existing  supply  at  the 
low  maximum  prices  which  it  had  proclaimed. 
On  the  28th  of  June,  1915,  the  standing  crops 
of  all  bread  corn  were  seized.  On  the  9th 
of  October  all  potatoes,  and  on  the  8th  of  No- 
vember all  straw,  were  made  Government 
property.  The  forcible  acquisition  of  vast 
quantities  of  agricultural  produce  at  arbi- 
trarily fixed,  uncommercial,  and  artificially 
low  prices  has  undoubtedly  embittered  the 
producers,  the  peasants,  who,  at  the  last 
moment,  saw  themselves  deprived  of  the  legi- 
timate result  of  a  year's  unremitting  labor, 
and  who  probably  considered  themselves 
robbed.  A  powerful  government  can  do  many 
things,  but  it  can  neither  control  the  appe- 
tite nor  the  will  of  the  people.  Forcible  acqui- 
sition at  uncommercial  prices,  confiscation  in 
disguise,  may  easily  lead  to  a  fatal  diminution 
in  agricultural  effort.    Production  in  a  limited 


number  of  factories  can  be  supervised  and 
regulated  by  the  State,  but  rural  food  pro- 
duction on  millions  of  farms  cannot  simi- 
larly be  controlled.  According  to  the  news- 
papers numerous  peasants  have  been  prose- 
cuted in  the  law-courts  for  the  illicit  slaught- 
ering of  animals,  for  neglecting  cultivation, 
for  allowing  their  pigs  to  eat  the  green  bread 
corn  which  had  expressly  been  reserved  by 
the  Government  for  human  consumption.  The 
tendency  of  the  Government's  food  policy  is 
to  induce  the  peasants  to  raise  not  as  much 
food  as  they  can,  but  as  little  as  they  dare. 
Many  will  produce  only  enough  for  their  own 
consumption,  and  will  refuse  to  produce  for 
sale  at  official  prices,  which  they  think  too  low. 
It  is  obvious  that  people  can  live  with  little 
meat  and  fat,  provided  they  can  obtain  enough 
vegetable  food.  But  is  there  enough  vege- 
table food  in  Germany  to  supply  the  wants 
of  the  people?  Scraps  of  information  which 
reach  this  country  by  way  of  the  newspapers 
and  through  private  sources  seem  to  indicate 
that  the  general  food  position  in  Germany  is 
serious,  that  there  is  a  shortage  not  only  of 
meat  and  fat,  eggs  and  milk,  etc.,  but  of  food 
of  every  kind.  Apparently  the  policy  of  low 
prices  has  had  the  natural  result  of  greatly 
stimulating  the  consumption  and  severely  re- 
ducing the  production  of  food,  thus  produc- 
ing a  general  scarcity,  and  the  attempt  to 
distribute  the  existing  food  equitably  has 
proved  a  failure.  It  is  not  safe  to  disregard 
the  elementary  law  of  demand  and  supply.  By 
over-regulating  and  over-organizing  in  the 
economic  sphere  Germany  may  regulate  her- 
self into  starvation  and  organize  herself  into 
defeat. 


Saving  the  World  from  Starvation 


Steps  That  are  Being  Taken  to  Extract 
Nitrogen  From  the  Air. 


'Tp  HE  AVERAGE  person  probably  has  very 
J-  little  knowledge  of  the  importance  of 
the  question  of  nitrogen  supplies.  Yet,  when 
it  is  pointed  out  that  the  Chile  nitrate  de- 
posits— the  sole  direct  source  of  nitrogen  to- 
day— will  be  exhausted  at  any  rate  during  the 
present  century  and  that  without  nitrogen 
the  human  race  will  starve,  then  the  problem 
assumes  a  new  importance.  L.  H.  Baekeland 
discusses  the  steps  that  are  being  taken  to 
solve  the  problem,  very  interestingly  in 
Scribner's  Magazine.     He  writes,  in   part: — 

In  1898  Sir  William  Crookes,  at  a  mem- 
orable meeting  of  the  British  Association 
for  the  Advancement  of  Science,  sounded  a 
warning — an  alarm  call — to  the  human  race. 
What  he  said  was  substantially  this:  "We 
are  relying  on  Chile  nitrates  for  our  needed 
supply  of  fertilizer  for  our  wheat-fields  and 
other  crops.  The  consumption  of  this  fertili- 
zer is  increasing  steadily  with  the  rapidly 
rising  food  requirements  of  our  race.  But  the 
nitrate  deposits  of  Chile  will  be  exhausted 
before  the  end  of  this  century.  What  means 
shall  we  devise  for  obtaining  additional 
sources  of  nitrogen  supply  so  as  to  prevent 
starvation  of  the  human  race?" 

All  this  may  sound  better  to  the  average 
reader  after  we  tell  him  more  about  it.  The 
whole  story  is  nothing  less  than  a  modern 
epos  of  applied  science.  The  story  began  the 
day  when  chemistry  taught  us  how  indispens- 
able are  the  nitrogenous  substances  for  the 
growth  of  all  animal  beings,  for  building  up 
their  tissues.  Generally  speaking,  the  most 
expensive  foodstuffs  are  precisely  those  which 
contain  most  nitrogen;  and  this  for  the  simple 
reason  that  there  is,  and  always  has  been  in 
the  world,  at  some  time  or  another,  a  short- 
age of  nitrogenous  foods — proteid-containing 
foods,  as  scientists  call  them. 

Germany's  most  serious  problem,  at  this 
moment,  is  how  to  get  enough  meat  or  other 
proteid  food  for  her  population  and  for  her 
army;  she  has  plenty  of  potatoes,  but  pota- 
toes contain  little  or  no  proteids — they  con- 
tain mostly  starch;  hence  her  bread-and-meat 
ticket  system.    Agriculture  furnishes  us  these 


proteid  or  nitrogenous  bodies,  never  mind 
whether  we  eat  them  directly  as  vegetable 
products,  like  wheat  or  beans,  or  indirectly,  as 
meat,  milk,  cheese,  or  eggs,  from  any  animals 
which  have  fed  on  proteid-containing  plants, 
or  eat  other  animals  which  live  on  plants. 

It  so  happens  that  by  our  reckless  methods 
of  agriculture  the  plants  take  the  nitrogen 
from  the  soil  much  faster  than  it  is  supplied 
to  the  soil  through  some  natural  agencies 
from  the  air. 

We  should  remember  here  that  the  atmos- 
phere in  which  we  live  and  breathe  contains 
about  four  parts  of  nitrogen  gas,  mixed  with 
one  part  of  oxygen.  But  this  gas,  nitrogen 
of  the  air,  can  only  be  taken  up  by  the 
plants   under   very    particular   conditions. 

So  our  farjiers  long  ago,  have  found  it 
necessary  to  remedy  this  discrepancy  by  en- 
riching the  soil  with  manure  and  other  fer- 
tilizers. But,  with  our  growing  population, 
we  have  been  compelled  to  resort  to  methods 
of  intensive  culture,  and  our  fields  want  more 
and  ever  more  nitrogen. 

Since  these  facts  have  been  established  by 
the  chemists  of  the  last  century,  agriculture 
has  been  looking  around  anxiously  to  find  new 
sources  of  nitrogen  fertilizer.  For  a  time  an 
excellent  supply  was  found  in  Peru,  in  the 
guano  deposits,  which  are  merely  the  result  of 
dried  excrements  of  birds,  but  the  material 
was  bought  up  so  eagerly  that,  after  a  few 
SrenTs,  the  supply  was   practically  exhausted. 

Another  source  was  found  in  the  by-pro- 
ducts of  gas  works  and  coke-ovens,  which  by 
the  distillation  of  coal  produce  a  certain  per- 
centage of  ammonia,  and  has  come  into  in- 
creasing use  as  a  nitrogen  fertilizer.  Here, 
again,  the  supply,  although  seemingly  enorm- 
ous, cannot  keep  pace  with  the  constantly 
growing  demand,  even  if  we  leave  out  of  con- 
sideration that  our  coal-beds  are  not  ever- 
lasting. 

In  1825  a  ship  arrived  in  Europe  loaded 
with  Chile  saltpetre  as  ballast;  it  tried  to 
sell  its  cargo,  but  could  find  no  buyer;  so  the 
cargo  was  thrown  into  the  sea  as  useless 
material.  This  now  seems  rather  funny;  it 
was  some,  time  before  it  occurred  to  anybody 
that  this  Chile  saltpetre,  or  nitrate  of  sodium, 
is  one  of  the  best  sources  of  nitrogen  for 
agriculture,  as  well  as  a  raw  material  for  the 
manufacture  of  explosives  and  the  other  in- 
dustries which  require  nitric  acid.  The 
awakening  appreciation  of  the  great  value  of 
this  Chile  saltpetre  has,  since  then,  developed 


an  enormius  commerce;  exploitation  of  Chile 
nitrate  beds  has  become  not  only  a  source  of 
riches  to  the  owners,  but  to  the  Chilean  Gov- 
ernment as  well,  which  lives  on  the  revenues 
of  the  exportation  tax  which  it  levies  on  every 
pound  of  Chile  saltpetre  which  leaves  its  ports 
for  every  part  of  the  civilized  world.  So 
practically  every  agricultural  country,  ours 
included,  pays  direct  tribute  to  Chile  for  its 
food  supply. 

TJhis  naturally  increases  the  cost  of  this 
material,  aside  from  the  fact  that  the  Chilean 
nitrate-beds  cannot  last  forever.  There  is 
some  heated  controversy  going  on  whether 
they  will  be  empty  by  the  middle  of  this  cen- 
tury or  by  the  end;  but,  after  all,  every  one 
must  admit  that  it  is  merely  a  matter  of 
years  before  this  natural  storehouse  of  this 
valuable  product  will  be  entirely  exhausted. 

And  yet  nitrogen  as  such,  free  and  un- 
combined,  is  everywhere;  it  is  so  abundant 
that  each  column  of  air  of  our  atmosphere 
resting  upon  every  square  foot  of  the  earth's 
surface  contains  about  6*^  tons  of  nitrogen. 
The  amount  of  nitrogen  in  the  air  above  one 
square  mile  of  land,  is  about  20,000,000  tons, 
as'  much  as  the  world  will  require  in  about 
fifty  years.  Unfortunately,  free  nitrogen  is 
of  no  use  as  such,  in  this  instance.  It  must  be 
brought  into  some  kind  of  a  chemical  com- 
bination before  it  is  good  for  anything. 
Precisely  there  lies  the  difficulty  of  the  pro- 
blem, because  nitrogen  is  one  of  the  most  in- 
different, the  most  inert,  of  all  chemicals.  It 
is  really  too  lazy  to  enter  into  combination,  as 
most  other  chemicals  do. 

As  the  glimmer  of  a  far-off  beacon,  indi- 
cating faintly  a  course  to  follow,  there  was 
the  knowledge  of  a  modest  experiment,  car- 
ried out  as  far  back  as  1785  by  two  English- 
men well  known  to  science.  One  of  them 
was  aristocratic  Lord  Cavendish  and  the  other 
democratic  Priestly,  whose  restless  thinking 
and  liberal  political  opinions  earned  him  his 
exile  to  the  United  States,  where  he  lies 
buried. 

They  had  shown,  the  one  independently  of 
the  other,  that  if  electric  sparks  are  passed 
through  air  contained  in  a  little  glass  tube, 
the  oxygen  was  able  to  burn  some  of  the 
nitrogen  and  to  produce  nitrous  vapors. 
Chemists  know  how  to  convert  these  nitrous 
vapors  into  nitric  acid  and  nitrates.  At  that 
time  electricity  was  a  mere  toy,  and  nobody 
dreamed  that  some  day  it  was  to  develop  into 
one  of  our  most  powerful  agencies.  Such  is 
the  tremendous  potency  of  some  of  these 
seemingly  insignificant  laboratory  curiosities. 
It  frequently  happens  that  after  they  lie  long 
dormant,  half  forgotten  in  the  scientific  liter- 
ature, they  blaze  out  as  the  starting-point  of 
a  revolutionary  development  of  applied 
science. 

Two  American  inventors,  Charles  S.  Brad- 
ley and  D.  R.  Lovejoy,  in  Niagara  Falls,  tried 
to  build  upon  these  meagre  facts;  they  suc- 
ceeded in  creating  the  first  industrial  appara- 
tus for  converting  the  nitrogen  of  the  air 
into  nitric  acid  by  means  of  electric  sparks. 
As  early  as  1902  they  published  their  results, 
as  well  as  the  details  of  their  apparatus.  To 
them  belongs  the  credit  of  first  demonstrat- 
ing publicity  that  it  was  possible  to  produce 
nitric  acid  from  the  air  in  practically  un- 
limited quantities.  All  that  was  necessary 
was  enough  capital  and  cheap  electric  power. 
Electric  current  as  sold  in  Niagara  Falls,  at 
.$18  a  horsepower-year,  provided  the  first  bar 
to  the  commercial  utilization  of  their  process. 
Furthermore,  their  financial  backers,  fright- 
ened by  the  need  of  huge  further  investments, 
instead  of  developing  the  process  gave  up  the 
attempt. 

Two  Scandinavian  inventors.  Professor 
Birkeland  and  Doctor  Eyde,  in  the  mean- 
time, attacked  the  same  process  in  a  different 
way.  They  were  no  longer  handicapped  by 
expensive  water-power.  The  abundant  falls 
in  Norway,  developed  under  very  economical 
financing,  were  able  to  furnish  them  current 
at  a  price  three  times  to  five  times  less  than 
at  Niagara  Falls.  Furthermore,  the  appar- 
atus they  used  was  devised  in  considerably 
bigger  units— 1,000  to  3,000  kilowatts,  as 
compared  to  the  modest  12  kilowatt  units  of 
Bradley  and  Lovejoy —and  after  some  years 
of  strenuous  work  and  expensive  development 
the  installation  was  gradually  increased,  so 
that  before  1914  200,000  electrical  horsepower 
were     employed,     and     the     capital     invested 


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Continued  from  pag*  42. 


amounted  already  to  $27,000,000,  to  which 
further  additions  have  been  made  later. 

Thus  far  we  have  spoken  of  nitrogen  as 
the  main  source  of  our  food-supply,  as  the 
element  which  procures  life,  health,  and 
prosperity.  But  in  war  it  becomes  also  the 
'most  terrible  element  of  death  and  destruc- 
tion, for  nitric  acid  is  the  all-important  sub- 
stance from  which  modern  gunpowder  and 
all  explosives  of  war  are  made.  Nitric  acid, 
in  reacting  upon  cotton,  gives  guncotton,  also 
called  nitrocellulose,  the  base  of  smokeless 
powder.  In  reacting  upon  carbolic  acid  it 
gives  picric  acid;  with  toluol,  that  colorless 
liquid  extracted  from  coal-tar,  it  produces 
trinitrotoluol — better  known  as  T.N.T. — and 
all  these  or  similar  substances  form  the  base 
of  all  modern  war  explosives,  whether  they 
be  called  T.N.T.,  cordite,  melinite,  lyddite,  or 
any  other  names. 

If  Germany  had  not  succeeded  in  utilizing 
any  of  the  nitrogen-fixation  processes  for 
making  synthetic  nitric  acid,  the  war  would 
have  come  to  a  stop  long  ago,  and  this  not- 
withstanding the  extraordinary  organization 
of  the  enormous  German  army  or  the  unpre- 
cedented size  and  variety  of  her  armaments. 
Her  42-centimetre  guns  would  be  no  more 
able  to  sow  devastation  and  destruction  than 
an  automobile  would  be  able  to  run  after  its 
supply  of  gasolene  is  used  up. 

It  is  true  that  Germany  had  foreseen  such 
a  possibility.  On  this  account  she  had  an 
enormous  supply  of  explosives  ready,  and  be- 
sides this  was  in  possesion  of  about  600,000 
tons  of  Chile  saltpetre,  kept  ready  for  fur- 
ther contingencies.  After  England  joined 
the  war  matters  began  to  look  so  much  more 
serious  that  hurriedly  about  200,000  tons 
more  were  imported,  through  neutral  ports, 
and  we  are  informed  that,  as  a  piece  of  good 
luck  to  the  German  army,  about  200,000  tons 
were  found  stored  in  the  port  of  Antwerp 
after  the  fall  of  that  city.  But,  from  all  ap- 
pearances, it  looks  now  as  if  Germany,  well 
prepared  as  she  was,  never  expected  a  war 
of  the  present  magnitude  and  duration.  The 
amount  of  nitrate  explosives  which  have  been 
used  in  this  war  almost  staggers  description. 
Men  competent  to  estimate  have  reported  that 
during  a  few  days'  battle  in  some  of  the  prin- 
cipal engagements  more  explosives  were  used 
than  in  the  whole  Franco-Prussian  War.  So 
the  reserve  of  explosives  and  nitrates  in  Ger- 
many rapidly  disappeared  as  snow  melts 
before  the  sun,  and  some  heroic  measures  had 
to  be  taken  to  replenish  promptly  her  supply 
of  nitric  acid. 


The  main  question  was  to  get  a  process 
which  could  be  extended  fast  enough  to 
keep  pace  with  the  increased  demands.  To 
those  unacquainted  with  chemical  methods 
it  seems  rather  unexpected  that  the  exigen- 
cies of  the  situation  should  have  dictated  the 
choice  of  that  harmless-looking  cyanamid, 
which  until  then  had  been  used  exclusively  for 
the  peaceful  purposes  of  agriculture. 

The  well-known  chemical  fact  was  remem- 
bered that  this  cyanamid,  heated  with  steam 
under  a  high  pressure,  lets  its  nitrogen  be 
converted  into  ammonia.  It  was  remembered 
also  that,  when  once  you  have  ammonia,  the 
latter,  after  being  mixed  with  air,  can  be 
burned  by  the  oxygen  of  the  air — oxidation 
chemists  call  it  —  and  can  be  transformed 
thereby  into  nitric  acid.  Here  again  all  that 
is  necessary  is  a  so-called  catalyst,  and  the 
best  catalyst  for  this  purpose  is  platinum,  and 
this  is  one  of  the  reasons  why  platinum  ia 
now  on  the  list  of  contraband  of  war.  So 
in  the  end  the  issue  of  this  war  depends  very 
much  on  the  proper  working  of  a  catalyst! 
Such  are  the  ramifications  of  modern  chem- 
istry. By  these  simple  chemical  means  Ger- 
many is  producing  to-day  her  nitric  acid  at 
the  rate  of  more  than  300,000  tons  a  year. 
Many  people  erroneously  imagine  that  all 
this  was  neatly  installed  before  the  war  or 
was  carried  out  a  short  time  after  the  war 
was  started.  The  real  fact  is  that  it  took 
German  chemists  and  engineers  about  a  year 
and  a  half  of  the  most  strenuous  and  unin- 
terrupted efforts  before  they  had  erected 
enough  plants  to  arrive  at  the  condition 
where  they  were  independent  for  their  full 
nitric-acid  supply.  It  is  estimated  that  $100,- 
000,000  has  thus  been  spent  on  an  additional 
equipment.  Before  the  war  the  yearly  out- 
put of  the  existing  cyanamid  works  in  Ger- 
many, amounted  to  scarcely  50,000  tons.  Since 
then  it  has  been  increased  to  about  600,000 
tons.  This  has  been  done  in  a  number  of  dif- 
ferent localities  by  either  adapting  existing 
electric-power  plants,  or  by  erecting  new  ones 
for  the  production  of  this  indispensable  ma- 
terial. So  that  here  again  the  drastic  exi- 
gencies of  war  have  called  into  existence  an 
enormous  industry  for  which  there  was  scant 
enthusiasm  in  times  of  peace. 

This  special  message  of  science  has  finally 
reached  the  masses,  since  it  spoke  to  them, 
not  in  the  language  of  peace  and  knowledge, 
but  in  the  arguments  of  war;  since  nitrogen 
was  to  be  harnessed  not  for  giving  growth  and 
life  to  our  race,  but  for  carrying  forth  death 
and  destruction.     What  next? 


The  Flame  of  France 


An    Appreciation    of     the     Indomitable 
Spirit  of  the  French  People. 


"S 


0  FAR  as  France  is  concerned,  this  war 
is  of  the  spirit,"  says  a  writer  in  the 
Atlantic  Monthly..  "It  is  a  war  to  save  the 
spirit,  to  keep  the  spirit  of  France  independ- 
ent, untrammeled  and  pure.  It  is  an  effort 
of  the  most  developed  and  civilized  people  on 
earth  to  save  its  soul  alive.  It  is  a  glass, 
through  which  suddenly  we  have  seen  the 
soul  of  France."  A  few  of  the  instances  bear- 
ing out  the  writer's  appreciation  are  quoted 
here  as  follows: 

In  the  trains  ari-iv'ng  at  La  Chapelle  from 
the  front,  the  faces  c  '  the  wounded  are  more 
like  the  faces  of  si,  its  than  the  faces  of 
soldiers — and  now  :  nc'  then  a  bearded  one 
lifted  by  suffering  and  sacrifice  to  a  likeness 
of  the  very  Christ. 

The  women  in  the  villages  are  quite  as 
wonderful  as  the  wounded  soldiers.  One  rainy 
day,  coming  across  a  field  road  deep  in  mud. 
I  meet  a  young  woman.  She  knows  me,  so  I 
walk  with  her.  She  wears  a  thick  black  dress 
and  one  of  those  French  knitted  shawls  that 
ore   mostly   square   holes,   with    only   an    um- 


brella to  keep  off  the  slanting  rain.  She  be- 
longs at  the  Post  Office.  It  is  there  I  had  seen 
her.  at  the  rural  free  delivery.  It  is  too 
muddy  to  ride  her  wheel,  so  she  must  walk. 
"Ah,  c'est  trop!  Trente  kilometres,  vous 
savez,  chaque  jour;  c'est  trop."  And  when  I 
agree  that  18  miles  is  too  much,  she  says: 
"Mais  que  voulez-vous?  My  husband,  he  was 
killed  in  Champagne;  my  little  girl  has  five 
years.  I  must  work."  And  then  she  races  me 
in  to  the  Post  Office  to  prove  her  path  the 
shorter,  and,  when  I  arrive  she,  already  be- 
hind her  desk,  laughs  with  gayety  at  my  being 
in  the  wrong.  A  people  like  that  is  un- 
beatable! 

A  lady's  maid  in  England  gets  a  six  month's 
holiday — comes  to  France.  I  saw  her  at  work 
scrubbing  floors  in  a  hospital  from  seven  in 
the  morning  till  night — an  intelligent,  deli- 
rate  woman  with  most  refined  and  sensitive 
hands,  always  gay,  no  matter  how  many  rainy 
days  come  in  succession  and  how  much  mud 
Avas  tracked  over  her  floors.  I  told  her  she 
deserved  the  Croix  de  Guerre.  It  is  such 
people  who  are  saving  France.  There  is  no 
vindictiveness.  The  war  is  a  matter  of  cold 
business,  for  the  Frenchman  never  gets  hot 
in  his  head;  his  brain  is  cool;  he  is  always  in- 
telligent. The  German  is  a  Boche,  that  is  all 
— the  word  expresses  him  entirely:  and  when 
one  thinks  that  the  Germans  are  described  by 
the  most  intelligent  people  on   earth   as  "les 


sales  Boches,"  one  feels  that  they  are  an  un- 
fortunate people,  really  to  be  pitied.  The 
wounded,  of  course — for  it  it  of  course — never 
complain;  always  patient  and  always  gay. 
One  boy,  very  sick  indeed,  with  four  bad 
wounds  and  dreadful  bedsores,  in  reply  to  a 
hope  that  things  were  going  better  with  him, 
said,  smiling,  that  "affairs  marched  douce- 
ment,  doucement."  That  particular  hospital 
occupied  part  of  a  college,  and  there  d'Artag- 
nan  had,  when  a  boy,  been  at  school. 

The  French  know  they  beat  Germany  at 
the  Marne,  beat  the  German  First  Army, 
flushed  as  it  was  with  victory.  With  1870  toll- 
ing in  their  ears,  they  turned  on  the  Germans 
and  almost  with  their  bare  hands  hurled  them 
back.  If  there  had  been  ammunition  they 
would  have  pushed  them  back  to  Berlin,  and 
they  know  now  that  in  the  field  they  are  the 
masters. 

It  is  the  ordinary,  commonplace  man  that 
is  the  wonder.  The  heroes  of  romance  are 
seven  feet  high,  with  other  attributes  of  the 
stage  idol;  but  these  heroes — these  real  heroes 
— are  just  the  men  of  the  shop,  the  field,  and 
the  marketplace.  At  the  midnight  Mass  on 
Christmas  morning,  when  they  stood,  a  crowd 
of  soldiers  and  wounded  near  the  door  of  the 
packed  church,  one  .saw  amid  the  waving 
candle-flames  and  the  French  flags,  the  long 
red  streamers  that  reminded  one  of  the  ori- 
flamme,  and  one  understood  something  of 
Joan  of  Arc:  how  she  too  was  a  simple  peas- 
ant, but,  seeing  the  vision,  had  trusted  in  it 
and  believed  it,  and  by  it  had  delivered 
France. 

One  saw  in  these  simple  men  the  everlast- 
ing brothers  of  the  Maid — men  who  saw  the 
spirit  as  she  had  seen  it,  and  would  again 
clear  France  of  the  invader  and  save  it  from 
destruction.  One  felt  it  again  that  night  in 
the  wards,  when,  after  an  entertainment  of 
song  and  dance  given  by  the  wounded  sol- 
diers, a  young  man  came  forward  at  the  end 
of  the  long  room  in  the  aisle  between  the 
rows  of  beds,  and.  laying  aside  his  crutches, 
leaned  for  support  on  a  chair  and  sang  the 
Marseillaise.  One  knew  it  when,  at  the  end  of 
the  song,  the  wounded  raised  themselves  in 
their  beds  to  roar,  Aux  armes,  citoyens! 
One  knew  then  that  one  had  experienced 
something   that  is   rare   in   the  world. 

It  is  true  that  their  capacity  for  the  dra- 
matic gives  one  a  chance  to  understand  them; 
but  now  the  dramatic  seems  to  be  always  any 
unconscious  display  of  the  spirit  that  is  mov- 
ing them.  There  is  no  brag;  the  spirit  just 
shines   through   them.     They   cannot   help   it. 

An  aviator  had  fallen  and  had  died  in  the 
hospital.  The  day  of  his  funeral,  a  day  with 
gusts  of  heavy  rain,  with  gay  streaked  clouds 
crowding  in  the  windy  sky,  the  funeral  pro- 
cession was  just  leaving  the  hospital  to  go 
across  the  little  place,  under  the  clipped  trees, 
to  the  village  church.  The  priest  walks  at 
the  head  of  the  procession,  intoning;  the  tri- 
color is  carried  at  the  head  of  the  flag- 
draped  coffin,  the  church-bell  tolls,  when 
screaming  out  of  the  wind-driven  sky  comes  a 
war-plane — down,  down,  over  the  church,  and 
then,  tilting  at  a  terrible  angle,  around  the 
church  it  goes — once,  twice,  thrice,  and  then 
up  and  off  again  into  the  clouds.  A  more 
modern  and  more  extraordinary  expression  of 
respect  for  the  dead  it  is  impossible  to 
imagine. 

All  through  the  country  one  feels  the  same 
spirit  everywhere  that  one  feels  in  Paris — 
the  straight  roads  with  their  sense  of  mental 
clearness  and  passionate  directness,  the  pop- 
lars, monumental  in  their  long  lines  against 
the  sky.  Even  the  clipped  trees  somewhow 
convey  to  one  a  sense  one  never  got  from  them 
before.  All  the  common  things  have  suddenly 
snrung  to  life,  suddenly  become  symbols  of 
the  inner  things.  For  a  moment,  the  veil 
that  hides  the  world  from  us,  under  the  visible 
things,  is  pulled  aside,  and  we  understand  as 
we   never   understood   before. 

It  is  truly  as  a  wounded  officer  said,  look- 
ing across  a  valley  on  his  first  ride  outside 
when  convalescent,  as  he  saw  the  dark  bare 
apple  trees  and  the  rolling  fields,  and  be- 
yond always  the  rows  of  straight  trees:  "Ah, 
is  it  not  a  country  worth  fighting  for?" — 
and  he  had  lost  his  right  hand,  his  right  foot 
was  badly  hurt,  and  there  was  a  groove  from 
a  shell  in  the  front  of  his  head.  And  yet  he 
hoped  to  be  back  at  the  front  in  the  spring. 

France  carries  the  civilization  of  the  world 
in    her    hands,    the    civilization    which    is    a 


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If  we  could  tell  you  half 
what  you  should  know 
about  The  Dictaphone — 

You  would  start  in  dictating  to  The  Dictaphone 
to-morrow  morning. 

Of  course,  you  would  like  to  dictate  when  and 
how  }'ou  like,  early  or  late,  before  or  after  hours, 
at  home  or  in  the  office.  To  never  have  to  wait — 
even  a  minute — for  a  stenographer.  You  can  when 
you  dictate  to  The  Dictaphone. 

Naturally,  you  would  like  to  be  able  to  let  your 
typist  produce  all  the  tune,  whether  it  is  typewrit- 
ing or  other  important  work.  To  do  away  with 
the  extravagance  of  having  your  letters  written 
twice — once  in  shorthand  and  once  on  the  type- 
writer. You  can  when  you  dictate  to  The  Dicta- 
phone. 

Obviously,  as  a  business  man,  you  would  like  to 
get  more  letters  and  better  letters — and  get  them 
with  less  strain  on  your  typist's  part;  and  best  of 
all,  to  get  them  at  a  provable  saving  of  at  least  a 
third.  You  do  when  you  dictate  to  The  Dictaphone. 

But  the  subject  isn't  half  covered  here  —  we 
can't  hope  to  do  more  than  hint  at  what  The 
Dictaphone  means  to  you.  Tell  you  more?  The 
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heritage  from  the  Greeks,  and  she  knows  thai 
that  is  what  she  is  fighting  to  save.  As  the 
Greeks  saved  it  from  the  Persian  host,  she  is 
saving  it  from  the  Prussian  hordes,  from  the 
most  backward,  the  most  ruthless,  the  most 
material  people  that  the  world  has  yet  had 
the  misfortune  to  produce.  France  knows 
that  this  war  is  materiajism  trying  to  crush 
the  spirit  of  man,  the  spirit  of  freedom,  and 
the  rights  of  truth  and  liberty,  and  that  is 
why  the  common  soldier  says  he  is  fighting 
for  la  civilisation. 

Many  of  us  over  here  think  this  is  an  ordin- 
ary war,  a  war  between  this  man  and  that 
man.  Never  was  a  greater  mistake  made.  It 
is  a  war  between  liberty  and  beauty  on  the 
one  hand,  and  on  the  other,  tyranny  and  bru- 
tality— a  war  between  the  civilized  man  of  the 
twentieth  century  and  the  man  still  back  in 
the  Middle  Ages.  For  the  German,  in  spite 
of  his  mechanical  knowledge,  is  still  in  the 
Middle  Ages,  but  the  Middle  Ages  with  chiv- 
alry left  out,  the  Middle  Ages  without  honor 
and  without  hope.  That  is  why  France  want- 
ed us  to  say  that  she  was  right — that  was  all, 
to  say  it;  but  as  that  is  now  too  late,  one 
hopes  that  we  may  think  it,  that  we  may 
understand  that  it  is  for  us  she  is  fighting — 
for  the  very  things  that  we  have  until  now 
held  sacred,  for  the  only  things  that  make 
life  tolerable.  What  little  help  we  can  in- 
dividually give  her,  let  us  give  it.  What  we 
are  officially,  let  us  forget.  Let  us  try  to 
make  her,  or  those  of  her  people  with  whom 
we  come  in  contact,  understand  that  we,  as 
a  people,  give  her  our  respect,  our  admiration, 
and  more  than  all,  our  love;  that  in  us  yet, 
.somewhere,  still  burns  the  old  flame;  that  in 
spite  of  a  neutral  government,  in  spite  of  un- 
restrained German  aggression,  in  spite  of 
luxury  and  materialism,  there  is  an  America 
still,  and  that  America  understands  that 
France  is  carrying  the  hope  of  the  world. 


Is  the  Bubble- 
fountain  Safe? 

♦  4'T^HE  circumstances  of  an  epidemic  of 
J.  streptococcus  tonsillitis  two  years  ago  in 
one  the  dormitories  of  the  University  of  Wis- 
•onsin  unexpectedly  directed  suspicion  to  the 
bubble-fountains  in  the  building.  The  water 
pressure  in  them  was  so  low  that  it  was 
scarcely  possible  to  drink  from  the  bubbler 
without  touching  the  metal  portions  with  the 
lips.  An  examination  of  the  fountains 
showed  them  to  be  heavily  contaminated  with 
streptococci.  Positive  results  were  obtained 
from  the  surface  of  the  mountain,  from  the 
inside  and  from  the  water  discharged,  but  the 
city  water-supply  by  which  they  were  oper- 
ated   gave    no    evidence    of    these    organisms. 

"The  facts  of  the  Wisconsin  investigation 
are  surprising  as  well  as  unexpected.  A  sur- 
vey of  all  fountains  of  the  university  showed 
the  presence  of  streptococci  in  over  50  per 
cent  of  the  total  number.  ...  In  an  ex- 
perimental bubble-fountain.  Bacillus  prodigio- 
sus  when  introduced  either  by  means  of  a  pip- 
ette or  by  the  moistened  lips  remained  in  the 
water  from  two  to  13.5  minutes,  depending 
partly  on  the  height  of  the  'bubble.' 

"The  explanation  of  this  finding  seems  to 
be  clear.  Most  of  the  organisms  are  flushed 
away  in  the  water-stream;  but  some  remain 
dancing  in  the  column  much  as  a  ball  dances 
on  the  garden  fountain,  even  though  the 
bubble  be  increased  to  the  impracticable 
height  of  4  inches.  To  avoid  this  difficulty, 
always  present  in  the  vertical  column  of 
spouting  water,  a  simple  fountain  with  a  tube 
at  an  angle  of  50  degrees  from  the  vertical 
was  constructed.  B.  prodigiosus  was  never 
found  in  the  culture  plates  from  this  type  of 
fountain,  even  when  samples  were  taken  im- 
mediately after  the  intentional  introduction 
of  the  organisms. 

"The  Wisconsin  investigators  believe  that  a 
jet  of  water  from  a  tube  erected  at  an  angle 
of  15  degrees  or  more  from  the  vertical  and 
with  an  adequate  collar  guard  to  prevent  pos- 
sible contact  with  the  orifice  is  adequate." 


The  Ambitions  of 
Japan 

American   Writers  Discuss  the  Question 
of  U.S.  Relations  with  Nippon. 


THE  possibility  of  an  open  breach  between 
the  United  States  and  Japan  is  openly 
discussed  in  the  former  country.  That  "the 
road  to  war  with  Japan  lies  through  China"  is 
the  introductory  statement  of  O.  K.  Davis, 
who  contributes  a  comprehensive  and  rather 
convincing  article  to  Everybody's  Magazine. 
He  outlines  the  reason  why  Japan  is  more  or 
less  openly  contriving  to  gobble  up  China  first. 
What  does  the  Japanese  Government  want? 
China.  Why?  Because  China,  and  China 
alone,  can  furnish  the  outlet  which  Japan 
imperatively  needs.  If  the  problem  of  Japan 
is  translated,  for  illustration,  into  terms  of 
the  United  States,  it  will  undoubtedly  be 
more  intelligible  to  American  readers.  Let 
us  try  it. 

Japan  proper  consists  of  a  number  of  is- 
lands, the  largest  of  which,  called  Hondo,  is 
that  on  which  Tokyo  and  Yokohama,  Kyoto 
and  Kobe,  Osaka  and  Shimonoseki  are  situ- 
ated. It  constitutes  more  than  half  the 
area  of  Japan.  And  yet  it  is  only  about  as 
large  as  the  State  of  Kansas.  When  all  the 
hundreds  of  her  islands  are  reckoned  in,  the 
total  area  of  Japan  is  only  about  147,000 
square  miles,  or  about  the  area  of  our  State  of 
Montana. 

Yet  in  that  small  area  there  are  living 
to-day  approximately  fifty-three  millions  of 
Japanese  men,  women  and  children.  And 
by  far  the  greater  number  of  them  live  on  the 
Island  of  Hondo.  Just  think  of  that!  Sup- 
pose fifty-three  millions  of  people  were  put 
into  the  State  of  Montana.  The  grandest 
moving  out  the  United  States  have  ever  had 
would  begin  overnight,  and  it  would  keep  up 
until  the  pressure  of  population  per  square 
mile  had  been  very  substantially  reduced. 
Suppose  four-fifths  of  that  population,  or 
say  forty  millions,  were  placed  in  Kansas. 
What  sort  of  an  exodus  would  there  not  be — 
even  from  Kansas? 

And  yet  all  of  Kansas  is  arable,  whereas 
only  one-sixth  of  Japan  is  arable.  Five- 
sixths  of  Japan  stand  on  end — like  the  king- 
dom where  Namgay  Doolah  lived — and  not 
even  the  marvelously  patient  and  thrifty 
Japanese  can  wring  a  living  from  its  reluct- 
ant soil.  Certain  eminent  observers  have 
written  most  interestingly  about  the  won- 
derful skill  and  ability  of  the  Chinese  as 
farmers.  But  if  you  want  to  see  three  blades 
of  grass  growing  where  there  is  room  for 
only  two,  go  to  Japan.  That  is  one  result 
of  having  fifty-three  millions  of  people  liv- 
ing in  a  territory  the  size  of  Montana. 

But  that  is  not  the  whole  of  Japan's  eco- 
nomic problem.  Her  population  is  increas- 
ing about  700,000  a  year,  wholly  from  the 
excess  of  births  over  deaths.  With  a  death- 
rate  of  22  per  thousand,  her  birth-rate  is  34 
per  thousand.  The  war  with  Russia  checked 
this  increase  of  population  for  three  or  four 
years,  but  the  total  effect  of  this  check  was 
probably  less  than  a  million  lives. 

Here  is  a  problem,  you  see,  which  has  been 
presented  several  times  in  the  development 
of  the  world's  history.  And  every  time  it  has 
found  its  answer.  The  press  of  population  is 
not  denied.  It  can  not  be  believed  that  it 
will  be  denied  in  the  case  of  Japan. 

He  then  proceeds  to  show  how  thoroughly 
the  Japs  have  extended  their  influence  in 
China: 

Manchuria  already  is  almost  wholly  in 
Japanese  control.  China  maintains  the  show 
of  sovereignty  there,  but  it  is  a  sovereignty 
so  badly  impaired  in  so  many  important  par- 
ticulars that  only  shreds  of  its  original  auth- 
ority are  left,  and  those  shreds  will  be  lost 
also  whenever  it  suits  the  plans  of  Japan  to 
bring  forward,  or  create,  the  pretext  for 
action.     Mongolia   will   soon   be   in   the   same 


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condition  exactly  as  Mancliuria,  and  then  un- 
less Japan  concludes  that  wider  action  earlier 
is  safe,  it  may  be  expected  confidently  that 
the  next  forward  movement  will  be  southward 
from  Manchuria  and  Mongolia  into  the  very 
vitals  of  that  great  country  which  once  was 
the  "Middle  Kingdom." 

For  Japan  must  develop  for  herself  the 
vast  trade  of  China,  and  Japan  doesn't  know 
how  to  develop  that  trade  for  herself  except 
by  first  acquiring  dominion  over  China  as  she 
has  practically  acquired  it  over  Manchuria 
and  is  now  setting  out  to  acquire  it  over  Mon- 
golia. Japan  must  play  the  game  in  her  own 
way.  It  is  not  the  way  of  Westerners,  and 
we  have  great  difficulty  in  comprehending  or 
accepting  it.  But  we  might  just  as  well  make 
up  our  minds  first  as  last  to  the  fact  that 
that  is  the  way  Japan  is  going  to  play.  It  is 
her  game,  and  she  will  play  the  only  way  she 
knows  how.  So  the  rest  of  the  world  must 
expect  to  have  her  go  right  on  denying  and 
endeavoring  to  conceal  what  she  is  doing,  no 
matter  how  obvious  and  clear  it  may  be,  until 
the  moment  arrives  when  it  suits  her  bland 
purpose  to  admit  that,  after  all,  she  has  done 
what  she  denied  doing. 

The  war  in  Europe  has  greatly  improved 
Japan's  positiou.  It  has  brought  her  an 
undreamed-of  and  unhoped-for  prosperity. 
It  has  stimulated  industrial  activity  and  ex- 
pansion, and  in  marked  degree  has  tended  to 
supply  one  of  the  deficiencies  of  which  Mar- 
quis Okuma  spoke  so  strongly — the  accumu- 
lation of  capital.  If  you  travel  by  rail  from 
Shimonoseki  to  Tokyo  now,  you  will  see  at 
almost  every  station  from  three  to  a  dozen 
stacks  of  belching  smoke.  The  newspapers 
constantly  report  the  organization  of  new 
concerns,  and  there  is  a  steadily  lengthening 
list  of  new  enterprises.  And  most  significant 
of  all,  Japan  has  found  the  money  to  invest 
in  foreign  securities.  Nothing  has  had  more 
appeal  to  Japanese  imagination,  or  been  a 
greater  stimulus  to  Japanese  pride,  than  this 
ability  to  subscribe,  even  though  in  small 
amount  compared  to  the  enormous  subscrip- 
tions in  this  country,  to  loans  issued  in 
France  and  Russia. 

It  is  not  on  war  supplies  alone  that  Japan 
is  increasingly  busy.  She  is  making  am- 
munition and  clothing  for  Russia  and  her 
other  allies;  but  more  than  that,  she  is  de- 
veloping her  peaceful  trade  and  her  mer- 
chant marine.  She  has  almost  the  entire 
carrying  trade  of  the  Pacific  Ocean  in  her 
grasp,  find  the  Government  fixes  the  freight 
rates.  Her  busy,  energetic  trade  scouts  have 
taken  very  careful  account  of  the  trade  that 
was  Germnny's  before  the  war,  and  samples 
of  every  kind  of  German  product  which  the 
scouts  conceived  it  possible  to  make  in  Japan 
have  been  sent  home  and  exhibited  to  Jap- 
anese manufacturers  under  Government  su- 
pervision. The  Japanese  Government  gives 
everv  form  of  aid  and  advantage  to  the  or- 
ganization and  development  of  new  enter- 
prises, even  to  subscribing  to  the  capital 
and  granting  exemption   from   taxation. 

That  there  is  danger  of  the  ambitious  pro- 
jects of  Japan  bringing  about  a  breach  with 
the  United  States  is  the  fear  that  shows  itself 
in  all  writings  on  the  subject.  That  there 
has  been  a  diplomatic  clash  is  evidenced  by  an 
article  in   World's  Work,  which  reads: 

Whatever  official  explanations  may  be  made, 
few  episodes  in  our  relation  with  Japan  have 
produced  so  unpleasant  an  impression  as  the 
attempt  of  this  Power,  on  October  14th,  to 
veto  the  contract  to  repair  the  Grand  Canal 
in  Shantung,  granted  by  the  Chinese  Govern- 
ment to  an  American  corporation.  Interna- 
tional relations  are  not  established  by  friend- 
ly editorials  in  newspapers  or  after-dinner 
speeches,  but  by  the  facts  in  the  situation. 
The  recent  circumstance  constitutes  a  par- 
ticularly disagreeable  fact.  Upon  those 
Americans  who  have  only  a  newspaper-read- 
ing knowledge  of  Asiatic  problems— and  few 
have  more  —  the  whole  proceeding  seems 
greedy,  offensive,  and  insulving.  Japan  prac- 
ticallv  notifies  the  world  that  certain  pr.rts 
of  CTiina  are  her  economic  provinces,  with 
which  America  is  not  to  interfere.  The  action 
is  unfriendly  and,  unless  resented,  means  a 
serious  handicap  to  American  progress  in 
the  Far  East. 

It  is  true  that  Japan  can  make  out  a  plau- 
sibly legal  case.    The  proposed  canal  work  is 


to  be  done  in  the  Province  of  Shantung — the 
province  which,  with  Kiao-chau,  formed  the 
German  'sphere  of  influence"  in  China.  The 
treaty  under  which  China  surrendered  this 
concession  to  Germany  gave  that  Power  con- 
trol over  the  larger  part  of  Shantung.  Were 
Germany  in  undisputed  possession  to-day, 
China  would  thus  not  hr.ve  the  legal  right 
to  make  any  contract  with  Americans,  for 
only  Germany  herself  could  do  that.  But  Ger- 
many, as  we  well  know,  has  lost  her  influence 
in  Kiao-chau,  having  ended  her  little  empire 
in  the  Far  East.  The  claim  is  now  .nade  that 
Japanese  "influence'  has  taken  the  place  of 
German,  and,  according  to  the  fixed  principle, 
Japan  has  fallen  heir  to  all  the  rights  and 
privileges  which  Germany  formerly  enjoyed 
in  Shantung.  Not  China,  therefore,  but  only 
Japan,  had  the  right  to  enter  into  the  ar- 
rangements with  the  American  canal  con- 
tractors. 

But  there  is  more  to  this  situation  than 
mere  technicalities.  When  Japan,  in  the  fall 
of  1914,  started  to  destroy  German  power  in 
China,  she  announced  that  her  purpose  was 
to  restore  this  territory  to  China.  Japan's 
intention,  therefore,  was  not  to  occupy  herself 
such  treaty  rights  as  Germany  possessed,  but 
to  restore  the  Chinese  control.  That  being 
the  case,  it  would  appear  that  China  had  at 
least  a  moral  right  to  make  its  contract  with 
the  Americans,  and  that  the  recent  Japanese 
protest  was  not  only  unwaranted  in  law,  but 
an  act  of  impudent  aggresion  against  a 
friendly  Power. 

There  is  little  doubt  that  Japan  and  Rus- 
sia purpose  to  shape  the  destiny  of  the  Far 
East.  Their  alliance  shows  that  in  itself, 
and  the  appointment  of  Japan's  great  jingo. 


Count  Terauchi,  as  Premier,  emphasizes  it 
still  further.  "The  new  Premier  is  a  man 
whose  reputation  is  almost  entirely  military; 
he  stands  for  the  largest  possible  military 
and  naval  programme  and  for  an  assertion  of 
Japanese  overlordship  in  China.  Part  of  his 
platform,  the  newspapers  report,  is  the  ex- 
clusion of  neutrals  from  Chinese  trade.  His 
elevation  has  shocked  the  more  sober-minded 
Japanese  newspapers,  which  have  publicly  be- 
wailed it  as  an  unnecessary  slap  at  Washing- 
ton. It  has  caused  almost  as  much  uneasiness 
in  England  and  France. 

Among  the  many  foreign  problems  affect- 
ing the  new  Administration,  this  one  of  our 
Far  Eastern  relations  is  by  no  means  the 
least  important.  There  is  little  likelihood  that 
Japan  will  cause  us  any  great  annoyance  on 
the  California  issue,  for  the  question  in- 
volved there  is  chiefly  sentimental  and  does 
not  affect  her  material  interests.  But  the 
control  of  China  affects  her  whole  economic 
life,  and,  therefore,  her  future  as  a  nation. 
So  far  as  we  are  concerned  the  question  is 
direct  and  simple:  are  we  prepared  to  insist 
upon  our  treaty  rights  with  China  and  to  de- 
mand freedom  to  trade  in  and  to  help  develop 
that  empire,  or  are  we  ready  to  shut  our  eyes 
and  let  Russia  and  Japan  apportion  it  peace- 
fully among  themselves?  In  the  latter  case 
we  shall  have  no  trouble  (though  great  loss), 
but  in  the  former  the  waters  will  not  be  such 
smooth  sailing.  Fundamentally,  that  is  the 
meaning  of  these  two  recent  happenings — the 
protest  against  the  American  contract  and  the 
elevation  of  Terauchi.  With  this  question, 
with  the  Mexican  problem,  and  with  the  Eur- 
opean War,  the  next  four  years  promise  to  be 
historic  in  American  diplomacy. 


Tricky  German  *' Diplomacy" 


Was  Story  of  Mobilization  Faked  to  Force 
Riissia  Into  the  First  Move? 


AVERY  remarkable  story  is  being  told  of 
German  trickery  in  the  diplomatic  ex- 
changes that  preceded  the  declaration  of  war, 
and  World's  Work  comments  on  it  as  fol- 
lows: 

Dr.  E.  J.  Dillon  is  one  of  the  few  journal- 
ist-students of  international  affairs  who,  like 
the  late  M.  de  Blowitz,  are  in  a  position  to 
know  more  of  the  inside  of  the  chancelleries 
of  Europe  than  most  others.  His  book,  "Our- 
selves and  Germany,"  written,  of  course,  for 
his  English  compatriots,  contains  many  signi- 
ficant and  interesting  facts  and  analyses  of 
the  origins  of  the  Great  War  and  the  charac- 
ters involved.  Despite  the  vast  amount  of 
writing  on  this  subject,  most  of  which  has 
dealt  with  the  more  or  less  well  known  fact. 
Dr.  Dillon's  book  carries  one  through  new 
channels  of  information.  One  of  the  most 
startling  chapters  is  devoted  to  a  Machiavel- 
lian trick  which  deserves  to  rank  in  history 
with  the  doctoring  of  the  Ems  telegram,  the 
dishonest  device  by  which  Bismarck  boasted 
he  precipitated  the  Franco-Prussian  War: 

"Among  the  privileges  accorded  to  the 
Lokal-Anzeiger  from  the  date  of  its  purch- 
ase for  the  behoof  of  the  Crown  Prince  on- 
ward was  that  of  publishing  official  military 
news  before  all  other  papers,  and  not  later 
even  than  the  Militar-Wochenblatt.  Conse- 
quently, it  thus  became  the  most  trustworthy 
source  of  military  news  in  the  Empire.  This 
fact  is  worth  bearing  in  mind,  for  the  sake 
of  the  light  which  it  diffuses  on  what  follows. 

"War  being  foreseen  and  arranged  for, 
much  careful  thought  was  bestowed  on  the 
staging  of  the  last  act  of  the  diplomatic 
drama  in  such  a  way  as  to  create  abroad 
an  impression  favorable  to  Germany.  The 
scheme  finally  hit  upon  was  simple.  Rus- 
sisi  was  to  be  confronted  with  a  dilemma 
which  would  force  her  into  an  attitude  that 
would  stir  misgivings  even  in  her  friends 
and  drive  a  wedge  between  her  and  her  ally 
or  else  would  involve  her  complete  with- 
drawal from  the  Balkans.    .    .    . 

"Congruously  with  this  plan,  Russia  was 
from  the  very  outset  declared  to  be  the 
power  on  which  alone  depended  the  outcome 
of  the  crisis.     ... 


"The  date  fixed  for  the  German  mobilization 
was  July  31st.  The  evidence  for  this  is  to 
be  found  in  the  date  printed  on  the  official 
order  which  was  posted  up  in  the  streets  of 
Berlin,  but  was  crossed  out  and  replaced  by 
the  words  "1st  of  August,"  in  writing,  as 
there  was  no  time  to  rep~int  the  text.  It 
had  been  expected  in  Berlin  that  Russia  would 
have  taken  a  decision  by  July  30th,  either 
mobilizing  or  knuckling  down.  Neither  course, 
however,  had  been  adopted.  Thereupon  Ger- 
many became  nervous  and  went  to  work  in  the 
following  way: 

"On  Thursday,  July  30th,  at  2.25  p.m.,  a 
number  of  newspaper  boys  appeared  in  the 
streets  of  Berlin  adjoining  the  Unter  den 
Linden  and  called  out  lustily:  'Lokal-Anzeiger 
Supplement.  Grave  news.  Mobilization  or- 
dered throughout  the  Empire.'  Windows  were 
thrown  wide  open  and  stentorian  voices  called 
for  the  Supplement.  The  boys  were  sur- 
rounded by  eager  groups,  who  bought  up 
the  stock  of  papers  and  then  eagerly  dis- 
cussed the  event  that  was  about  to  change 
and  probably  to  end  the  lives  of  many  of  the 
readers.  It  does  not  appear  that  the  Sup- 
plement was  sold  anywhere  outside  that  cir- 
cumscribed district.  Now  in  that  part  of 
the  town  was  situated  Wolff's  Press  Bureau, 
where  the  official  representatives  of  Havas 
and  the  Russian  Telegraphic  Agency  sat  and 
worked. 

"The  correspondent  of  the  latter  agency 
having  read  the  announcement  of  the  Lokal- 
Anzeiger,  which  was  definitive  and  admitted 
of  no  doubt,  at  once  telephoned  the  news  to 
his  Ambassador,  M.  Zverbeieff.  During  the 
conversation  that  ensued  the  correspondent 
was  requested  by  the  officials  of  the  tele- 
phone to  speak  in  German,  not  in  Russian. 
This  was  an  unu.sual  procedure.  The  Ambas- 
sador could  hardly  credit  the  tidings,  so  ut- 
terly were  they  at  variance  with  the  informa- 
tion which  he  possessed.  He  requested  the 
correspondent  to  repeat  the  contents  of  the 
announcement,  and  then  inquired:  'Can  I,  in 
your  opinion,  telegraph  it  to  the  Foreign 
Office?'  The  answer  being  an  emphatic  affirm- 
ative, the  Ambassador  despatched  a  message 
in  cipher  to  this  effect  to  the  Russian  Minister 
of  Foreign  Affairs.  For  there  could  be  no 
doubt  about  the  accuracy  of  information  thus 
deliberately  given  to  the  public  by  the  journal 
which  possessed  a  monopoly  of  military  news 
and  was  the  organ  of  the  Crown  Prince.     The 


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Russian  correspondent  also  forwarded  a  tele- 
gram to  the  Telegraphic  Agency  in  Petrograd 
communicating  the  fateful  tidings. 

"Within  half  an  hour  the  German  Ministry 
to  Foreign  AiTairs  telephoned  to  Wolif's 
Bureau  to  the  effect  that  the  report  about 
the  mobilization  order  was  not  in  harmony 
with  fact,  and  it  also  summoned  the  Lokal- 
Anzeiger  to  issue  a  contradiction  of  the  news 
on  its  own  account.  This  was  duly  done,  and 
so  rapidly  that  the  second  Supplement  was 
issued  at  about  3  p.m.  The  explanation  given 
by  the  newspaper  staff  was  that  they  were 
expecting  an  order  for  general  mobilization 
and  had  prepared  a  special  Supplement  an- 
nouncing it.  This  Supplement  was  unfor- 
tunately left  where  the  vendors  saw  it,  and, 
thinking  that  it  was  meant  for  circulation, 
.seized  on  all  the  copies  they  could  find,  rushed 
into  the  streets,  and  sold  them.  On  many 
grounds,  however,  this  account  is  unsatisfac- 
tory. Copies  of  a  newspaper  supplement 
containing  such  momentous  news  are  not 
usually  left  where  they  can  be  found,  removed 
and  sold  by  mere  street  vendors.  Moreover, 
the  date,  July  30th,  was  printed  on  the  Sup- 
plement, so  that  it  was  evidently  meant  to 
be  issued,  as  a  matter  of  fact  it  was  circulated 
only  in  a  very  limited  number  of  copies  and 
in  the  streets  around  Wolff's  Bureau,  where 
it  was  certain  to  produce  the  desired  effect. 

"Half  an  hour  later  the  correspondent  of 
the  Russian  Agency  received  a  request  to 
call  at  the  General  Telegraph  Office  at  once. 
On  his  arrival  he  was  asked  to  withdraw  his 
two  telegrams  which  the  Censor  refused  to 
transmit.      To    his    plea    that    so    far    as    he 


knew  there  was  no  censorship  in  Germany 
he  received  the  reply  that  it  had  just  been 
instituted  and  now  declined  to  pass  his  tele- 
gram. 'In  that  case,'  he  said  'my  consent 
is  of  no  importance,  seeing  that  the  matter  is 
already  decided.'  Finally,  he  asked  to  have 
his  messages  returned  to  him,  but  they  would 
consent  only  to  his  reading,  not  to  his  retain- 
ing them. 

"The  Russian  Ambassador  also  despatched 
an  urgent  message  en  clair  to  his  Government 
embodying  the  contradiction  communicated 
by  the  Wilhelmstrasse. 

"Now,  the  significant  circomstance  is  that 
the  Ambassador's  first  telegram  stating  that 
general  mobilization  had  been  officially  ord- 
ered throughout  the  German  Empire  was  for- 
warded with  speed  and  accuracy  and  reached 
the  Russian  Foreign  Minister  without  delay. 
And  this  news  was  communicated  to  the  Tsar, 
who  by  way  of  counter-measure  issued  the 
order  to  mobilize  the  forces  of  the  Russian 
Empire.  But  the  Ambassador's  second  tele- 
gram was  held  back  several  hours  and  did 
not  reach  its  destination  until  the  mischief 
was  irremediable.  That  curious  incident  is 
of  a  piece  with  the  Bismarck's  Ems  telegram. 

"It  is  by  such  devices  that  the  German 
Government  is  wont  to  launch  into  war.  The 
mentality  whence  they  spring  cannot  be  dis- 
carded in  a  year  or  a  generation,  nor  will  any 
Peace  Treaty,  however  ingeniously  worded, 
prevent  recourse  being  had  to  them  in  the 
future.  For  this,  among  other  reasons,  more 
trustworthy  guarantees  than  scraps  of  paper 
must  be  sought  and  found." 


Liberty  of  the  Desert 


The  Story  of  the  Revolution  Now  Being 
Waged  in  Arabia. 


SO  ALL  engrossing  is  the  great  war  that 
the  world  is  paying  little  or  no  attention 
to  an  interesting  drama  that  is  being  staged 
on  the  Arabian  deserts.  Isaac  Dan  Levine 
tells  the  story  of  the  revolution  that  is  being 
waged  for  Arabian  independence  very  inter- 
estingly in  the  American  Review  of  Reviews, 
summing  up  as  follows: 

From  a  political  point  of  view,  then,  the 
Arabian  situation  may  be  summarized  thus: 
Political  Arabia,  revolutionary  Arabia,  that 
part  of  the  Arabian  people  that  has  awakened 
to  a  nationalistic  conscience  and  national  as- 
pirations, those  Christian  and  Moslem  Arabs 
who  have  been  raised  and  educated  in  the 
European  fashion,  are  for  an  autonomous 
Arabia,  under  a  French  protectorate,  if  in- 
dependence is  impossible.  The  chief  signi- 
ficance of  the  revolution  lies  in  the  fact 
that  it  is  a  Pan-Arabian  movement,  and, 
therefore,  not  in  accord  with  French  designs 
on  Syria.  That  the  revolution  now  going  on 
in  Arabia  is  the  product,  to  a  large  degree, 
of  the  activities  of  the  Young  Arabs  is 
proved  by  the  fact  that  the  revolution  is 
come  on  the  heels  of  the  wholesale  executions 
in  Syria  by  the  Turkish  authorities  of  Syrian 
intellectuals.  Now,  the  revolt  of  last  year  in 
Syria  was  a  purely  political  movement.  That 
it  has  reverberated  so  deeply  in  Arabia  speaks 
for  the  Arabian  revolutionary  activities. 
These  activities,  if  they  constitute  the  main 
force  in  the  present  revolution,  may  yet  cause 
the  establishment  of  an  independent  political 
Arabian  state. 

"The  religious  force  behind  the  events  trans- 
piring in  Arabia  at  present  is  to  me  found 
in  the  reason  for  the  failure  of  the  Jehad. 
The  Holy  War  failed  because  most  of  the 
Arabs  do  not  acknowledge  the  Sultan  of 
Turkey  as  the  rightful  Caliph  in  Islam,  nor 
do  most  of  the  Indian  and  Russian  Moslems 
recognize  the  Sultan  as  such.  The  Caliph  is 
the  spirituaL  leader  in  Islam.  Any  inde- 
pendent Arabian  state  would  have  to  have 
in  its  midst  or  as  its  friend  the  Caliph.  It 
IS  obvious  that  so  long  as  the  Sultan  of  Tur- 
key is  alone  in  claiming  the  right  to  the 
Caliphate  he,  in  a  measure,  is  a  source  of 
constant  menace  to  those  powers  in  whose 
dominions    there    are    large    populations    of 


Moslems.  Great  Britain  and  Russia  have 
long  felt  this  menace.  They  are  interested, 
therefore,  in  creating  a  new  Caliphate  in 
Arabia.  Such  a  Caliphate  would  be  a  coun- 
termove  to   the  power  held  by  the   Sultan. 

In  this  both  Russia  and  Great  Britain  are 
helped  by  the  Moslems  under  their  rule. 
These  Moslems  have  long  felt  a  dislike  for 
the  Turks.  Thousands  of  them,  while  on 
their  annual  pilgrimages  to  the  Holy  Places 
of  Arabia,  Mecca,  and  Medina,  have  been 
exploited  and  robbed  by  the  Turks.  It  was 
their  ambition  for  some  time  to  set  the  tomb 
of  the  prophet  free  from  Turkish  control,  and 
the  British  campaign  on  the  Tigris  has  even 
been  ascribed  to  the  desire  of  the  Indian 
Moslems  to  utilize  the  opportunity  for  the  ac- 
complishment of  that  ambition.  In  this  they 
have  had  the  moral  support  of  the  Arabs  of 
Mecca,  Medina,  and  the  surrounding  country. 

It  was  there  that  the  revolution  broke 
out.  The  leader  of  the  movement  is  the 
Grand  Sherif  of  Mecca,  who  claims  to  be 
the  descendant  of  Mohammed  through  his 
daughter  Fatima,  and,  therefore,  possessing 
the  chief  requirement  for  becoming  a  Caliph. 
His  three  sons,  all  having  an  European  educa- 
tion, are  the  military  commanders  of  the  re- 
volutionary forces.  The  successes  they  have 
so  far  achieved  are  of  considerable  import- 
ance. One  column  has  captured  Jeddah,  the 
main  seaport  of  Arabia  on  the  Red  Sea. 
Another  has  taken  pos.session  of  Kinfuda,  a 
port  200  miles  south  of  vne  first.  Medina, 
where  the  tomb  of  Mohammed  is  contained, 
Mecca,  the  chief  city  of  Arabia,  and  Taif, 
sixty-five  miles  southeast  of  Mecca,  are  all 
in  the  hands  of  the  revolutionists.  By  de- 
stroying the  roadbed  of  the  Hedjah  railway 
for  a  distance  of  a  hundred  miles  the  Arabs 
have  cut  themselves  off  completely  from  the 
Ottoman  empire. 

The  most  significant  part  about  the  revolt 
is  the  possession  by  the  Arabs  of  all  necessary 
equipment  and  ammunition.  This  has  evi- 
dently been  supplied  them  by  the  British, 
and  their  control  of  the  ports  of  Jeddah  and 
Kinfuda  assures  them  of  further  aid  from 
the  same  source.  The  manner  in  which  the 
operations  of  the  revolutionists  are  carried 
out  indicates  an  European  hand  in  the  entire 
.scheme.  The  immediate  purpose  of  Great 
Britain's,  Russia's,  or  France's  aid  to  the  re- 
volutionists is,  of  course,  to  strike  a  blow  at 
Turkey.  Nothing  could  be  more  effective  in 
bringing  Turkey  to  a  state  of  collapse  than 
a  successful  revolution  in  Arabia.  Syria,  the 
Levant,   and   the  other  parts  of  the   Turkish 


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empire  which  have  large  Arabian  populations 
will  be  cauRht  in  the  revolutionary  conflacra- 
tion  if  it  scores  some  notable  successes  against 
the  Ottoman  government.  That  the  begin- 
ning of  the  end  of  the  European  war  should 
come  through  such  a  channel  is  not  at  all 
improbable. 

However,  as  it  was  pointed  out  before, 
Great  Britain  has  more  than  a  passing  inter- 
est in  Arabia.  The  fact  that  the  head  of  the 
revolutionists  is  the  Grand  Sherif  of  Mecca 
would  indicate  that  he  has  been  slated  by 
Great  Britain  for  the  post  of  a  new  Cali- 
phate to  be  set  up,  probably  in  ■  Mecca. 
Should  Great  Britain  accomplish  such  a  re- 
sult, she  would  have  attained  a  brilliant  suc- 
cess. Its  enormous  Moslem  population  would 
no  longer  be  a  source  of  danger  to  her,  as 
the  new  Caliph  would  remain  not  only  her  ally 
but,  very  likely,  under  her  military  and  civil 
control.  This  would  bring  about  Britain's 
ultimate  possession  of  Arabia. 

Turkey,  if  she  should  continue  to  exist, 
would  become  harmless  after  losing  her 
power  in  Islam.  To  this  extent  Russia's  in- 
terest in  the  Arabian  revolution  is  more 
than  temporary.  France  could  claim  Syria 
and  the  Levant,  and  would  probably  get 
them,  if  Britain  succeeded  in  establishing,  as 
in  Persia,  a  "sphere  of  influence"  in  Arabia. 
The  religious  force  engaged  in  the  present 
revolution  does  not  work  In  harmony,  there- 
fore, with  the  political-nationalistic  force. 
While  the  latter  demands  at  least  an  autono- 
mous united  Arabia,  the  former  can  bring 
about  but  a  divided  Arabia.  Will  these  two 
forces  combine  and  produce  an  independent 
Arabia?  The  answer  depends  on  the  degree 
of  civilization  of  the  leaders  of  the  revolution, 
on  the  spirit  that  animates  them,  on  their 
vision  and  intelligence. 


Making  Children 
Immune 

A   Theory  Advanced  That  all  Infectious 
Diseases  Can  be  Avoided. 


AN  INTERESTING  theory  has  been  ad- 
vanced to  the  effect  that,  if  children  were 
infected  with  serum  drawn  and  prepared  from 
the  blood  of  their  parents  they  would  be  im- 
mune to  infectious  diseases.  In  brief,  it  is 
argued  that  the  immunity  established  in  the 
parent  could  be  transferred  to  the  child  by 
this  infusion.  Dr.  Herman  B.  Baruch  out- 
lines the  theory  in  the  Medical  Record  as  fol- 
lows: 

It  lias  long  been  known  that  an  attack 
of  certain  infectious  febrile  diseases  pro- 
tects the  individual  against  a  subsequent 
attack.  More  recently  the  theory  of  persis- 
tent antibodies  has  been  accepted  as  the  cause 
of  such  immunity.  The  nature  of  such  anti- 
bodies is  not  at  all  well  established,  but  pro- 
bably they  exist  in  the  blood  as  hormone 
secretins,  which  have  been  determined  to  be 
in  the  nature  of  enzymes.  As,  for  instance, 
in  a  patient  having  once  been  attacked  by 
scarlet  fever:  if  the  disease  is  successfully 
combated  by  the  system,  it  is  because  the 
system  has  reacted  to  the  toxins  of  the  dis- 
ease and  produced  an  antitoxin  or  anti- 
body which  has  been  generated  under  the  in- 
fluence of  the  hormone  secretins  which  occur 
in  the  blood  at  the  time  of  the  attack  and  are 
probably  produced  by  the  red  blood  cells  and 
in  turn  react  on  the  blood  cells  themselves 
and  cause  an  increase  in  the  secretion  of  the 
antibodies  of  antitoxins,  and  when  these  be- 
come great  enough  in  number  or  strength,  the 
patient  is  enabled  to  overcome  the  toxin  or 
poison  produced  by  the  specific  organism  caus- 
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In  the  case  of  scarlatina  this  immunity 
is  permanent  or  practically  so,  and  there  is 
theoretically  always  circulating  in  the  blood 
of  a  patient  recovering  from  scarlatina  an 
unknown  quantity  of  hormone  secretins  which 
are  probably  in  the  nature  of  a  ferment. 
tVhenever  the  toxins  of  scarlet  fever  or  the 


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on  the  hormone  secretins  which,  acting  as 
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come and  the  patient  is  not  attacked  by  the 
disease  a  second   time. 

Not  many  months  ago ,  experiments  in 
elaboration  of  the  pneumonia  serum  were  pro- 
ceeding under  the  superintendence  of  Doctor 
Baruch.  It  was  proposed  to  conduct,  next, 
experiments  with  a  view  to  obtain  a  vaccine 
or  immunization  against  scarlet  fever,  meas- 
les, and  other  diseases  in  which  one  attack 
protects  against  future  attacks.  The  patient 
having  once  suffered  from  scarlet  fever,  is 
seldom,  if  ever,  subject  to  a  second  attack. 
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measles,  or  injected  with  the  proper  strep- 
tococci, or  other  infectious  material  and  a 
vaccine  or  serum  worked  out  in  this  way. 

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to  be  completed.  Working  along  these  lines, 
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cases  in  equine  pneumonia.  In  this  case,  the 
hormone  secretins  are  fugitive,  being  rapidly 
eliminated  from  the  patient's  system,  and  for 
this  reason  an  attack  of  pneumonia  does  not 
confer  immunity. 

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blood  cells  or  in  the  coagulum  rather  than 
in  the  serum;  but  a  carefully  conducted  series 
of  animal  experimentations  would  readily 
prove  whether  the  serum  alone  or  a  combina- 
tion of  a  saline  extract  of  the  coagulum  would 
be  necessary  to  produce  the  desired  result." 


State  Control  of  the  Liquor  Traffic 


The  Alleged  "Moral"  Objection,  and  the 
Financial  Practicability  of  the 
»  Scheme. 


IT*  VER  since  Mr.  Lloyd  George's  proposal 
■^-'  for  state  purchase  and  control  of  the 
liquor  trade  was  made  public  it  has  been  evi- 
dent that  opposition  to  it,  outside  the  ranks 
of  Licensed  Victuallers'  Associations  whose 
attitude  will  in  the  end  be  decided  by  the  terms 
and  conditions  of  purchase,  would  take  two 
principal  forms.  The  first  is  concerned  solely 
with  the  financial  practicability  and  expedi- 
ency of  the  scheme;  and  the  second  with  an 
alleged  "moral"  objection  to  a  policy  which 
fastens  upon  the  State  a  new  and  direct  "com- 
plicity" in  the  trade.  In  view  of  the  new 
Canadian  regulation,  a  reply  to  these  objec- 
tions, appearing  in  The  Contemporary  Review, 
is  of  interest.    The  writer  says: 

No  doubt  at  the  time  when  Mr.  Lloyd 
George's  proposal  was  first  announced  the 
financial  dimensions  of  the  scheme  seemed 
formidable,  and  the  risks  out  of  proportion  to 
the  necessities  of  the  situation  as  they  were 
then  understood.  Since  then  our  knowledge 
has  widened,  and  our  appreciation  of  the 
value  of  direct  State  action  has  increased. 
The  additional  fact,  now  widely  known,  that 
a  treasury  committee  of  hard-headed,  non- 
fanatical  financial  experts  was  able  readily 
and  unanimously  to  agree  upon  a  workable 
scheme,  has  also  done  much  to  destroy  the 
force  of  the  financial  objection. 

The  so-called  moral  objection  is  more  diffi- 
cult to  remove.  In  some  cases,  owing  to  the 
view  taken  of  the  drink  habit,  it  is  plainly 
irremovable;  it  may,  however,  be  examined. 
In  any  such  examination  it  is  necessary,  as  a 
preliminary,  to  distinguish  between  two  en- 
tirely different  standpoints.  First,  the  stand- 
point of  the  man  who  regards  the  drinking  of 
alcoholic  beverages  as  a  sin;  and,  second,  the 
standpoint  of  the  man  who,  while  not  taking 
up  this  extreme  position,  fears  that  State 
management  and  control  would  give  a  sanctiori 
to,  and  create  a  "complicity"  in,  the  drink 
traffic  that  does  not  now  exist.  The  two  points 
of  view  are  often  confused,  but  they  are  quite 
distinct.  So  far  as  the  first  of  these  views  is 
concerned,  the  case  is  obviously  not  suscep- 
tible to  argument.  It  is  already  decided.  The 
view  may  be  right  or  wrong  (and  it  is  certain 
that  it  goes  much  farther  than  the  common 
conscience  of  the  Christian  Churches  is  pre- 
pared to  go),  but  to  the  man  who  holds  it  the 
matter  is  settled.  He  is  not  a  reformer;  mor- 
ally and  logically  he  is  not  even  a  restriction- 


ist;  he  is  an  abolitionist.  His  place  is  out- 
side the  licensing  reform  movement  altogether. 
He  can  have  no  part  in  any  scheme  of  regula- 
tion or  restriction,  however  severe  and  strin- 
gent. He  cannot  even  be  a  local  vetoist,  since 
that  implies  an  authorized  option  to  continue 
the  trade.  His  counsel  cannot  be  invoked  nor 
his  criticism  be  heard  in  respect  to  any  scheme 
of  regulation,  whether  it  be  direct  State  con- 
trol or  any  alternative  plan  of  restriction. 

It  is  necessary  to  make  this  plain  at  the 
outset,  because  it  is  already  apparent  that 
some  who  hold  this  view  and  are  opposing  Mr. 
Lloyd  George's  proposal  do  not  appreciate  the 
inconsistency  of  their  general  line  of  argu- 
ment nor  the  compromise  in  their  personal 
commitments  in  matters  of  policy.  I  have 
before  me  at  this  moment  an  authorized  re- 
port of  a  paper  entitled,  "Ought  the  Church 
of  Christ  to  advocate  the  manufacture  and  sale 
by  the  nation  of  intoxicating  liquors?"  read 
by  Mr.  G.  B.  Wilson,  the  Secretary  of  the 
United  Kingdom  Alliance,  to  the  Free  Church 
Council  at  Newcastle-on-Tyne  on  October  29th 
of  last  year.  In  this  paper  Mr.  Wilson,  in  his 
own  words,  "dwelt  on  the  necessity  for  apply- 
ing the  test  of  Christian  principle  to  all  pro- 
posals affecting  the  making  and  selling  of 
drink,"  because  the  reasons  put  forward  by 
advocates  of  State  purchase  and  control, 
"though  differing  in  many  respects,  have  been 
alike  in  this,  that  they  have  been  argued 
rather  on  grounds  of  expediency  than  with 
reference  to  Christian  principle."  His  own 
view  of  the  drink  habit  was  put  in  a  single 
sentence:  "We  are,  to-night,  in  the  presence 
of  no  mere  misfortune,  but  of  a  sin — which, 
for  countless  souls,  rises  like  an  awful  cloud 
to  shut  out  God."  If  that  be  Mr.  Wilson's  view 
— and  I  respect  it,  by  whomsoever  held — then 
the  rest  of  his  detailed  argument,  including 
some  misleading  references  to  Russia,  was  un- 
necessary and  irrelevant.  To  a  man  who  holds 
this  view,  it  is  beside  the  mark  to  speculate 
on  the  possible  dangers  of  State  management, 
or  to  criticize  the  working  results  of  systems 
of  control  in  other  countries.  He  is  forearmed 
with  a  case  against  any  system  of  control.  He 
is  not  a  reformer  but  an  abolitionist.  To  him 
it  is  nothing  that  under  a  scheme  of  State 
control  the  sale  of  drink  might  be  largely 
diminished.  Mr.  Wilson  makes  this  quite  clear 
in  a  specific  reference:  "  'But  we  should  large- 
ly reduce  the  evil.'  How  does  that  help  you," 
asks  Mr.  Wilson,  "even  if  it  were  true?  Is 
it  a  sin  against  humanity  for  'the  Trade'  to 
sell  thirty-five  and  a  half  million  barrels  of 
beer  and  thirty-one  and  a  half  million  proof 
gallons  of  spirits,  but  not  a  sin  for  the 
nation   to  sell  half  that  quantity?" 

Plainly  such  an  argument  carries  the  user 
very  much  further  than  hostility  to  State 
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against  any  and  every  proposal  for  restriction 
short  of  absolute  and  total  prohibition.  If  the 
United  Kingdom  Alliance  had  adhered  to  its 
original  policy  and  demand  for  "the  total  and 
immediate  legislative  suppression  of  the  liquor 
traffic,"  we  could  understand  the  position 
taken  up  by  its  present  Secretary;  but  it  has 
reduced  its  demand  into  one  for  "local  veto," 
which  plainly  recognizes  the  right  of  communi- 
ties to  continue  the  traffic  if  they  so  desire. 
I  think  the  Alliance  was  wise  so  to  modify  its 
policy.  No  reasonable  person  believes  "total 
and  immediate  suppression"  to  be  practicable. 
If  this  be  so,  and  if  the  Alliance,  as  it  now 
does,  "recognizes  the  right  of  communities  to 
have  the  trade  continued  if  they  so  will,  some 
system  of  management  and  control  is  indis- 
pensable. It  is  solely  a  question  of  what  sys- 
tem. Obviously  the  best  system  is  that  which 
most  efficiently  regulates  the  trade  and  re- 
stricts it,  as  far  as  may  be,  to  legitimate  needs 
and  uses.  It  is  a  system  which  deprives  the 
seller  of  any  pecuniary  inducement  to  sell,  and 
is  immediately  susceptible  to  all  the  restric- 
tions which  public  convenience  and  welfare 
demand.  I  need  not  here  repeat  the  general 
and,  as  many  think,  the  irresistible  argument 
for  State  purchase  and  control.  Outside  cer- 
tain limited  and  unyielding  circles,  influenced, 
in  part  certainly,  by  convictions  based  on  the 
alleged  sinfulness  of  the  drink  habit,  it  is  not 
greatly  contested.  The  average  man  agrees 
that  State  purchase  and  control  would  give  a 
freedom  of  action  which  we  now  lack,  and 
which  is  essential  to  improvement  and  pro- 
gress. He  also  agrees  that  the  measure  of  pro- 
gress would  thereafter  be  determined  by  public 
opinion  and  not,  as  now,  by  the  power  and  in- 
terests of  the  trade. 

But,  recognizing  these  things,  some  shrink 
from  involving  the  State  in  what  they  regard 
as  a  new  and  direct  "complicity"  in  the  traffic. 
It  is  not  an  unfamiliar  fear.  It  has  met  in 
some  form  every  proposal  made  for  the  elim- 
ination of  private  profit  from  the  conduct  and 
control  of  the  sale  of  liquor.  Is  it  well  and 
reasonably  founded?  Plainly  such  "com- 
plicity" as  would  exist  would  not  be  new. 
Complicity  is  inseparable  from  license  and 
control.  It  is  involved  in  all  forms  of  taxa- 
tion. Mr.  G.  B.  Wilson,  in  the  paper  already 
referred  to,  attempts  to  meet  the  argument 
from  present  taxation  in  this  way: — 
"The  position  of  the  State  is  this:— 
"Here  is  an  article  so  noxious  in  character 
that  the  best  interests  of  the  community  de- 
mand the  total  prohibition  of  its  sale:  and, 
therefore,  329  out  of  every  330  persons  in  Eng- 
land and  Wales  are  forbidden  to  sell  it.  In 
deference,  however,  to  the  ignorant  and  un- 
scientific prejudices  and  habits  of  many  of 
I  our  people  it  has  been  deemed  expedient  to 
allow  a  comparatively  few  individuals  to  cater 
for  the  supposed  alcoholic  needs  of  the  people 
under  special  restrictions  imposed  by  Parlia- 
ment. But,  inasmuch  as  this  indulgence  is  a 
luxury,  bringing  appalling  evils  on  the  com- 
munity, the  State  is  justified  in  indemnifying 
itself,  so  far  as  money  can  do  so,  for  its  drink- 
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the-  more  so  that  such  taxation  inevitably  tends 
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I  fear  this  argument  is  neither  historically 
nor  economically  sound.  It  is  certainly  not 
the  case  that  the  State  has  ever  taken  the 
view  that  "the  best  interests  of  the  cofiimunity 
demand  the  total  "prohibition"  of  the  sale  of 
alcohol.  That  is  the,  view  of  the  abolitionists, 
but  not  the  view  of  the  State.  Our  present 
license  system  was  superimposed  upon  free- 
dom of  sale.  The  regulations  and  restrictions 
which  govern  the  trade  were  originally,  what 
they  are  still  essentially,  police  regulations. 
The  State  has  always  recognized  the  trade 
as  a  legitimate  (i.e.,  legal)  trade.  Nor  is  it 
historically  accurate  to  speak  of  liquor  taxes 
as  primarily  indemnification  taxes.  That  was 
not  the  motive  of  their  original  imposition,  nor 
has  it  been  the  avowed  or  primary  motive  of 
their  modern  development.  As  Messrs.  Rown- 
tree  and  Sherwell  have  pointed  out  in  their 
volume  on  The  Taxation  of  the  Liquor  Trade, 
until  the  dawn  of  the  eighteenth  century  the 
idea  of  regulation  was  not  merely  uppermost 
but  the  sole  consideration  in  the  mind  of  the 
State.  "The  licensing  system  was  a  police 
system  pure  and  simple,  and  the  idea  of  re- 
venue was  entirely  absent."  It  was  not  until 
1710  that  the  first  license  duty,  in  the  shape  of 
a  small  stamp  duty  of  one  shilling,  was  im- 
posed upon  the  licensed  victualler's  annual 
beer  license.  These  stamp  duties  were  essen- 
tially revenue  taxes,  although,  in  the  case 
under  consideration,  the  duty  was  too  slight  to 
modify  the  character  of  our  license  system,  or 
to  act  in  any  way  as  an  economic  .check  upon 
the  number  of  licenses  taken  out.  In  1808  the 
stamp  duties  (which  had  slowly  risen,  in  the 
course  of  a  century,  to  two  guineas)  was 
abolished,  but  the  impost  was  re-imposed  as 
an  excise  duty  of  the  same  amount.  Similarly, 
the  first  restriction  on  the  sale  of  spirits  (i.e., 
in  the  form  of  a  requirement  that  the  sellers 
should  be  licensed),  was  imposed  in  1701  solely 
for  police  purposes.  This  continued  to  be  the 
governing  principle  until  towards  the  close  of 
the  eighteenth  century,  when  it  was  modified, 
to  some  slight  extent,  by  the  financial  policy 
of  Pitt;  but  even  in  1787,  when  Pitt  adopted 
rateable  value  as  the  basis  of  taxation,  he  was 
careful  to  point  out  to  Parliament  that  re- 
venue considerations  were  not  the  motive  of 
the  change,  a  statement  easy  of  belief  when 
the  yield  of  the  new  duties  is  considered. 
During  the  nineteenth  century  revenue  consid- 
erations much  more  directly  influenced  the 
policy  of  the  State,  especially  in  regard  to 
war  taxes  on  the  manufacture  of  beer  and 
spirits,  and  in  quite  recent  years  the  liquor 
trade  has  been  legitimately  subjected  to  heavy 
additional  taxation  for  revenue  purposes,  until 
at  the  present  time  it  contributes  from  fifty- 
five  to  sixty  millions  sterling  to  the  national 
exchequer.  These  increases  have  been  avow- 
edly revenue  taxes. 

Now  Mr.  Wilson  and  others  appear  to  think 
that  ia  the  matter  of  "complicity"  there  is  a 
real  and  substantial  difference  between  re- 
venue derived  from  taxes  on  a  trade  and  re- 
venue derived  from  profits.  Is  the  distinction 
a  sound  one?  Taxes  are  essentially,  although 
not  technically,  appropriations  of  profits.  The 
distinction  is  purely  one  of  accountancy  and 
bookkeeping.  Technically,  it  is  doubtless  true, 
as  Mr.  Wilson  suggests,  that  taxes  are  treated 
by  the  trade  as  working  expenses;  but  work- 
ing expenses,  after  all,  determine  both  prices 
and  profits.  The  real  point — the  only  sub- 
stantial point — is  that  the  national  exchequer 
derives  vast  sums  annually  from  the  manu- 
facture and  sale  of  alcohol.  It  could  not  re- 
ceive these  sums  from  the  trade  unless  the 
trade  existed.  It  derives  them  from  the  trade 
as  a  trade.  Mr.  Wilson  asks:  "Are  we  part- 
ners in  the  pawnbroking  or  patent  medicine 
trades  because  the  pawnbroker  and  patent 
medicine  vendors  have  to  take  out  a  license  to 
trade?  Are  we  partners  in  the  tea  and  sugar 
business  because  these  articles   are   taxed?" 


The  examples  are  not  happily  chosen,  because 
pawnbroking  and  patent  medicine  licenses  are 
essentially  and  avowedly  registration  licenses 
required  for  police  purposes;  they  are  not  re- 
venue licenses,  although,  incidentally,  they 
yield  a  certain  amount  of  revenue  to  the 
State.  Tea  and  sugar  taxes,  on  the  other 
hand,  are  primarily  and  essentially  revenue 
taxes.  The  answer  to  the  question  is,  however, 
simple.  To  the  extent  to  which  the  State  de- 
rives revenue  from  the  tea  and  sugar  trades 
it  is  clearly  a  "partner"  in  those  trades.  Part- 
nership is  not  a  matter  of  degree,  nor  is  it  a 
question  of  bookkeeping  and  arithmetic;  it  is 
a  matter  of  participation  in  receipts.  The  only 
escape  open  to  the  State  from  its  present 
"complicity"  in  the  liquor  trade,  short  of 
"total  and  immediate"  suppression,  which  even 
the  United  Kingdom  Alliance  does  not  now 
believe  to  be  practicable,  is  to  leave  the  trade 
unlicensed,  unregulated,  and  untaxed.  That  is 
not  an  alternative  which  any  sane  man  would 
agree  to.  It  is  a  suggestion  from  Bedlam. 
The  essence  of  the  matter  was  well  put  by 
Mr.  Lloyd  George  in  his  statement  in  the 
House  of  Commons  during  the  debate  on  the 
Defence  of  the  Realm  (Amendment)  No.  3 
Bill,  on  May  11th  of  last  year,  when,  dealing 
with  this  same  objection  of  "complicity,"  he 
said:  "I  am  fully  alive  to  all  the  conscientious 
suggestions  which  my  honorable  friends  urge, 
but  the  idea  that  you  are  not  to  touch  the 
unclean  thing  when,  through  the  Chancellor 
of  the  Exchequer,  we  are  touching  £60,000,000, 
and  to  that  extent  relieving  the  duties  on  tea, 
sugar,  and  everything  else,  I  have  never  been 
able  to  appreciate.  You  will  not  touch  it 
direct,  but  as  long  as  it  goes  through  the  re- 
fining fires  of  the  Exchequer  you  can  take  it.- 
That  is  an  argument  which  I  do  not  care  to 
describe."     The  point  may  be  left  there. 

After  all,  academic  and  theoretical  objec- 
tions must  yield  place  to  paramount  practical 
considerations.  The  trade  in  alcoholic  liquors 
is  here.  In  large  but,  we  hope,  much  reduced 
volume,  it  is  certain  for  some  considerable  time 
to  remain.  Is  it  better  that  it  should  remain 
subject    to    the    ordinary   commercial    induce- 


ments of  pecuniary  gain,  under  the  manage- 
ment of  men  whose  "trade"  is  avowedly  their 
"politics,"  and  rooted  in  vested  interests  which 
fetter  the  action  of  the  State;  or  that  the  State 
should,  at  a  stroke,  remove  the  vested  interests, 
recover  its  freedom  of  action,  and  reorganize 
the  trade  for  such  restricted  and  legitimate 
purposes  as  the  nation  may  desire  and  decide? 
Can  any  unprejudiced  citizen  hesitate  in  his 
choice  ? 

If,  as  a  distinguished  Christian  minister 
(the  Rev.  T.  Rhondda  Williams)  has  reminded 
us,  the  traffic  that  remains  "is  left  in  private 
hands  to  be  worked  for  profit,  there  will  be 
enough  of  it  to  attract  enormous  capital, 
capital  that  should  be  free  to  flow  in  more  use- 
ful directions;  the  money  appetite  will  invent 
new  allurements  faster  than  statutes  can  put 
them  down;  there  will  be  trade  enough  to 
work  its  havoc  in  the  wastage  of  human  life 
and  the  wreckage  of  human  interests;  trade 
enough  to  organize  for  political  purposes,  with 
serious  menace  to  the  welfare  of  the  people." 
It  has  been  said  that  we  should  have  nothing 
to  do  with  "modified  evils,"  but,  as  the  writer 
just  quoted  v/Al  says:  "The  great  saving  pas- 
sions of  human  nature  do  not  despise  the 
modification  of  evils  when  they  cannot  ex- 
terminate them.  .  .  .  Why  should  we  not 
be  willing  to  do  what  we  can  because  we  can- 
not do  all  we  would?  'But  you  cannot  touch 
pitch  without  being  defiled,'  we  are  told. 
What  if  our  fellow-countrymen  in  large  num- 
bers are  half-submerged  in  pitch,  are  we  to 
consider  our  own  fingers?  A  false  conception 
of  what  it  is  to  be  saved  and  unpolluted  under- 
lies this  argument.  The  figure  of  a  saved  man, 
in  many  minds,  is  that  of  one  making  his  way 
to  some  Zoar  in  the  mountains,  leaving  the 
cities  of  the  plain  to  the  fire  and  brimstone. 
In  truth,  such  a  man  is  more  lost  than  any 
Sodomite;  the  truly  saved  man  is  he  who  re- 
mains in  Sodom  to  do  his  best  to  make  Sodom 
the  city  of  God. 

"It  is  time,"  says  Mr.  Williams,  "to  consider 
the  management  of  the  drink  traffic,  for  its 
modification  and  towards  its  elimination,  as  a 
great  moral  duty." 


The  End  of  a  Day  at  Ypres 


ALICE  THAYER,  a  young  American  vol- 
unteer who  has  been  working  for  the 
wounded  and  dying  in  a  French  military  hos- 
pital, sends  the  following  sketch  of  life  and 
death  to  The  Outlook: 

A  cloud  hung  over  the  earth.  A  fierce  on- 
slaught had  been  repulsed.  We  were  all 
dazed,  and  worked  as  people  in  a  trance  try- 
ing to  get  together  the  men  and  nurses  of 
our  unit,  so  as  to  send  as  many  of  the 
wounded  as  we  could  to  shelter;  and  the 
dead — they  lay  where  they  had  fallen. 

I  bent  over  the  body  of  a  little  Scotchman, 
a  brave,  sturdy  young  fellow.  His  curly  hair 
was  stained  with  blood,  the  deep-blue  eyes 
were  fiery.  He  was  talking  fast,  though  the 
failing  strength  made  his  voice  very  low,  and 
I  had  difficulty  in  hearing  what  he  said.  His 
exhausted  mind  could  find  no  rest.  Each 
incident  of  the  battle  was  being  lived  over. 

"Boys,  it  looks  like  business."  He  got 
excited.  "D — n  them!  This  place  is  like  a 
plowed  field;  there  is  hardly  a  place  to 
stand.  My  ears!  why  are  they  buzzing  so? 
Oh,  yes,  I  know;  the  big  shells.  They  are 
going  at  it  hard,  nurse.  On  with  your  masks, 
boys — the  clouds — look,  they  are  going  to 
give  US  the  gas.  Well,  let  them  try!"  Sud- 
denly he  flung  his  arms  around  my  neck  and 
whispered,  "Mother,  water,  please."  I  gave 
him  a  little,  and  he  smiled  and  quieted. 
"Nurse,  you  don't  mind,  do  you?     You  see" 


— he  grew  wistful — "I  like  to  think  I  am 
at  home — and  mother — you'll  tell  her?" 

"Cheer  up,  my  laddie,"  I  said.  "You'll 
be  well  before  long.  To-night  you  are  going 
to  the  ambulance,  and  in  a  week  or  so  you'll 
be   home." 

He  scarcely  listened.  The  faint  flicker  of 
a  smile  passed  over  his  face. 

"What's  that  light  over  there?"  he  cried. 
"It's  a  French  fuze  eclairante;  and  that  light 
there — it  gets  bigger  and  bigger  and  bigger." 

I   could   not   see   it. 

"It's  lonely,  you  know,  nurse;  and  the 
music  and  the  flowers  and  the  birds." 

Then  I  knew  what  he  meant.  The  delirium 
had  set  in. 

A  cool  wind  was  sweeping  away  the  clouds 
on  the  horizon  and  the  golden  streaks  were 
fast  fading  into  silver.  The  moon  and  stars 
came  out,  and  night  hid  the  horrors  of  the 
day.  Suddenly,  out  of  the  night,  came  the 
voice  of  the  little  soldier: 

"Your  hand,  nurse;  it  will  help  me  take 
the  stride." 

His  eyes  glowed  and  he  held  me  fast.  "I 
died  that  they  might  live  again."  And  then, 
as  if  transported,  "Yes,  I  am  going  to  live." 
And,  raising  himself  with  a  strength  I  had 
thought  long  since  gone,  he  cried  in  a  clear, 
strong  voice,  "Long  live  England!" 

The  living  heard,  and  it  justified  the  smiles 
on  the  faces  of  the  dead.  He  fell  back  into 
my  arms  and  I  laid  him  on  the  ground  that 
he  had  conquered. 


M  A  C  L  ]•:  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


59 


Dreams  That  Come 
in  the  Darkness 

How  Shall  the  Soldier  Forget,  Who  Has 

Lived  Through  an  Inferno?  Battle 

Dreams  are  Relentless. 


THE  following  sketch  from  the  London 
Times  will  have  served  its  purpose  if  it 
helps  to  engender  a  kindlier  sympathy  with' 
the  man  who  has  gone  down  into  avernus  for 
the   cause   of  humanity: 

"You  have  been  dreaming,"  said  the  night 
nurse  gently,  "just  a  bad  dream.  Try  to  for- 
get it." 

The  soldier  who  had  come  to  the  ward  that 
morning  from  France  gazed  at  the  night 
nurse  with  eyes  full  of  doubting.  He  seemed 
scarcely  to  hear  her,  to  be  aware  of  her  ex- 
istence. 

When  the  sunlight  makes  patterns  on  the 
ward  floor  because  it  has  come  to  it  through 
the  broad  fans  of  the  chestnut  trees  and 
when  the  murmur  of  bees  on  the  flower  beds 
in  the  garden  is  just  audible,  it  is  possible  for 
a  man  to  forget — no  matter  what  his  eyes 
have  seen,  his  ears  heard,  and  his  hands  ac- 
complished. 

It  is  possible,  too,  at  high  noon  when  there 
is  bustle  in  the  wards  and  the  dinners  are 
trundled  in  on  the  hand  barrows.  In  the 
dawning,  they  say,  it  is  not  possible;  and  at 
night  the  darkness  gathers  shadows  which 
go  up  and  down,  whispering. 

The  doctor  called  the  soldier's  dreams 
"battle  dreams";  but  the  shadows  were  not 
dissipated  thereby.  When  the  nurse  moved 
away  down  the  ward  under  the  dim  lamps, 
the  shadows  came  again  and  the  soldier's 
ears  were  strained  to  catch  their  whispering. 

They  spoke  to  him  at  first  in  a  small  voice, 
because  the  presence  of  the  nurse  had  fright- 
ened them.  It  was  like  the  sound  of  the 
guns,  he  thought,  when  they  are  far  away 
and  the  wind  blows  strongly;  yet  he  seemed 
to  catch  now  and  then  a  crisp  laughter,  like 
the  tick-a-tack  of  a  machine  gun,  which 
showed  that  the  shadows  were  drawing 
nearer. 

The  nurse  switched  out  the  lamps,  all  but 
one,  which  was  heavily  shaded.  She  went  to 
the  pantry  to  prepare  food  for  those  patients 
who  had  been  ordered  it  at  short  intervals. 
So  the  gloom  and  silence  of  the  ward  were 
deepened  and  the  wounded  man  could  see  dis- 
tinctly the  strange  country  in  which  he  found 
himeslf. 

He  was  sailing  on  a  great  river,  and  the 
shadows  were  gathered  on  one  of  the  banks. 
The  banks  were  very  high  and  he  thought 
they  resembled  the  sides  of  his  trench  out  in 
Flanders. 

On  the  No  Man's  Land  in  front  of  the 
trench,  though,  there  were  flowers  growing, 
poppies  and  yellow  cornflowers.  The  shadows 
did  not  come  to  the  bank  and  so  he  could  not 
see  them  well;  but  he  heard  the  sound  they 
made,  their  whispering,  their  talking,  and 
their  strange,  dry  laughter. 

Right  in  the  prow  of  the  boat  before  him 
was  another  shadow,  all  bent,  like  a  witch 
hag,  and  huddled.  The  shadows  were  whisp- 
ering together  and  the  sound  was  heavy,  like 
the  sound  of  great  birds  which  pass  in  the 
night. 

He  was  a  countryman  from  the  North  and 
he  knew  the  sound;  it  was  the  wings  of  the 
wild  geese,  which  go  northward  in  the  spring- 
time. Then  there  was  the  sucking  sound 
made  by  the  river  under  its  overhanging 
banks.  The  shadows  moved  like  the  ripe 
corn  in  his  father's  fields  when  the  wind  plays 
with  it;  but  he  could  hear  that  they  were 
whispering   and   laughing   while   they   moved. 

The  grinding  of  a  taxicab's  gears  on  the 
hill  outside  of  the  hospital  roused  the 
wounded  man  and  he  rolled  uneasily  from 
one  side  to  the  other.  He  heard  the  driver 
push  the  lever  home  and  the  grinding  sound 
became  a  shrill  metallic  buzz,  which  caused 
him  to  duck  his  head.     He   raised  his  head 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


FOOT  TROUBLES 

Anyone  who  is  compelled  to  do  much  stand- 
ing or  walking  is  very  liable  to  be  troubled 
with  some  form  of  foot  ailment.  The  continual 
throwing  of  the  full  weight  of  the  body  on  the 
feet,  along  with  the  wearing  of  shoes  built  for 
style,  rather  than  comfort,  is  bound  to  pro- 
duce corns,  callouses,  fallen  arch  and  other  foot 
troubles.  - 

Sufferers  from  foot  ailments  hailed  with  de- 
light tlie  appearance,  seventeen  years  ago,  of  the 

ARROWSMITH  ADJUSTABLE 
ARCH  PROP 

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plate  of  Nickel  Silver,  sustained  by  a  triple 
reinforced  Nickel  Silver  bridging  piece,  so 
shaped  as  to  conform  to  the  arch  of  the  foot. 
It  raises  the  fallen  bones  of  the  feet  to  their 
natural  positions,  and  keeps  them  there  until 
they  are  properly  strengthened  by  the  pro- » 
cesses    of   nature. 

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Here's  a 
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kind  of 
^screw- driver  I 


For  the  good  workman 
—  whether  mechanic 
or  amateur. 


Y^KEE 

I-ROOLS 


A   "Yankee" 
Ratchet  Move- 
ment— easy  as  the 
stem-wind  on  your 
watch  —  lets    you 
turn  the  handle,  till 
the  screw  is   driven 
home,  without  once 
releasing    your  good 
first  grip  ! 


No.  10 

Riffht  and 

left  ratchet;   and 

rieid.      Ralchct- 

ehifter    moves 

lenethwise.   as 

*\    illustrated. 


Ask  at  your  dealer's  to 
see    this    "YANKEE" 
No.  10(orNo.  ll)Ratchet 
•Screw-driver. 


2-in.  blade 
3-in.  blade 
4-in,  blade 
5-in.  blade 


6-in.  blade 
8-in.  blade 
10-in.  blade 
12-in.  blade 


IVritt  urfoT  '"Yanire*  Tool  Boot " 
ihowing   all  Ihttt  in£tnioui   tools. 
NORTH  BROS.  MFG.  CC.^hiladelphi 


after   all, 
a   terrible 


again   to   see   if   the   great   shell   had   worked 
havoc  among  the  shadows. 

They  were  whispering  together  angrily, 
hissing  like  snakes.  He  could  hear  the  snap- 
ping of  their  jaws,  like  the  tick-a-tack  of 
the  machine  guns  in  the  early- morning,  when 
they  are  licking  their  lips. 

So  he  laughed  and  his  laughter  brought  the 
nurse  back  again  to  his  side;  and  her  cool  fin- 
gers on  his  brow  drove  the  shadows  far  away. 
But  again,  when  she  left  him,  they  came, 
and  their  whispers  woke  the  hag  spirit  which 
sailed  with  him  on  the  river  so  that  he 
laughed  shrilly  as  men  laugh  sometimes  in 
the  heat  of  battle. 

The  laughter  of  the  hag  spirit  went  down 
into  the  heart  of  the  soldier,  swifter  than 
an  ill-desire,  till  his  body  grew  cold  with  it, 
and  he  trembled  greatly,  while  sweat  came 
on  his  brow.  The  laughter  of  the  hag  spirit 
rose  in  a  fierce  crescendo  and  the  soldier 
knew  that  he  had  heard  that  sound,  in  his 
trench  at  dawn,  when  they  shelled  the 
enemy's  line  before  the  attack.  The  hag 
spirit  gathered  herself  up  and  stood  out- 
stretched against  the  sullen  sheen  ot'  the 
river  —  fleshless  arms  like  a  cross  of  woe 
against  the  leaden  sheen  of  the  river. 

Then  the  nurse,  moving  from  bed  to  bed, 
saw  the  soldier  start  upright  and  caught  the 
gleaming  of  his  eyes.  He  shouted  and  his 
words  were  strange  words.  For  he  would 
follow  the  hag  spirit,  stretched  like  a  cross 
of  woe,  to  the  place  of  the  shadows,  which 
mocked  him  in  their  fullness  of  laughter. 

And  in  his  spirit  he  called  on  the  morning 
that  it  should  not  be  darkened,  and  on  the 
young  stars  for  light.  And  he  came  leaping 
in  red  fields,  and  there  was  great  heat;  he 
could  feel  the  breath  of  those  that  whispered 
upon  his  cheeks.  They  had  eyes  which  shone 
in  the  darkness. 

Battle  dreams!  Phantoms  of  the  dark- 
ness and  the  shadow! 

Vague,   fleeting   unrealities   that   come   and 
go.     Or   is   it   that   they   are   real, 
just   as   the   war   is   real   and    not 
nightmare  ? 

The  soldier  tried  to  remember,  but  he 
found  himself  falling,  swirling  down  a  deep 
abyss.  At  the  bottom  was  the  darkness, 
peopled  by  the  shadows  and  the  hag  spirit. 
Faint  voices  called  to  him,  but  he  could  not 
answer.  A  fiery  star  was  falling  with  him. 
There  was  a  dull  roar  and  the  star  burst  into 
a  thousand  pieces,  but  after  the  first  blinding 
flash  he  could  see  nothing.  He  was  lost  in  the 
great  void.  Here  nobody  could  find  him. 
Neither  the  shadows  nor  the  hag  spirit  could 
find  him. 

His  arms  and  legs  were  heavy  and  he  could 
not  move  them.  There  was  an  awful  stillness 
in  the  abyss,  but  he  was  not  alone.  Dim 
shapes  were  moving  about.  One  of  them  was 
pounding  at  his  head.  The  shape  seemed  to 
take  fiendish  glee  in  his  work,  for  he  was 
laughing  as  he  struck.  The  soldier  laughed, 
too,  for  now  he  had  the  demon  by  the  throat, 
and  would  soon  strangle  him.     .     .     . 

The  night  nurse  took  his  clenched  hands 
and  laid  him  back  gently  on  his  bed.  She 
smoothed  his  brow  with  her  fingers,  marvel- 
ling at  the  price  that  must  be  paid  for  man's 
honor.  "You  have  been  dreaming,"  she  said 
again,  "just  a  bad  dream.  Try  to  forget  it." 
But  how  shall  the  soldier  forget,  who  has 
heard  the  voice  of  the  morning  when  the 
sunrise  is  made  dark  by  clouded  smoke? 
How  shall  the  soldier  forget,  who  has  lived 
through  an  inferno  and  has  made  the  descent 
into  Avernus?  These  battle  dreams  may 
haunt  him  through  his  life,  may  follow  him 
relentlessly  through  the  long  years  to  come. 
If  he  recovers  it  will  be  only  again  to  sink 
down  into  the  shadows  where  the  spirits  dwell 
and  where  the  voices  call  to  him.  For  such 
is  the  price  that  must  be  paid. 

He  may  forget  when  the  bright  morning 
sunlight  traces  its  dainty  patterns  on  the 
ward  floor  and  the  humming  of  bees  floats 
in  from  across  the  flower  beds,  or  at  high 
noon  when  they  bring  the  dinners  from  the 
lifts.  In  the  dawn  he  cannot  forget;  and  at 
night  the  darkness  gathers  shadows. 


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61 


;hall  We  Ever  Settle 
Down  Again? 

oiv  Conditions  Promise  a  Reign  of  Free- 
dom, Co7nmon  Sense  and  Sincerity 
When  the  War  is  Over. 


\  S  a  writer  on  naval  and  social  problems, 
^  Arnold  White  has  won  a  wide  reputation. 
1  the  following  interesting  sketch  published 
1  The  Royal  Magazine,  he  reassures  those 
ho  fear  that  the  discomfort  under  which  we 

bor  at  present  will  endure  after  the  war, 

d  prophesies  that  a  greater  freedom  and 
lOre  common  sense  conditions  of  living  will 
btain  when  the  struggle  is  over.  While  many 
f  the  problems  dealt  with  pertain  more  par- 
cularly   to   conditions   in   the   Old   Land   the 

neral  trend  of  the  article  is  full  of  prac- 
cal  inspiration   for   Canadians.     Mr.   White 

,ys: 

Since  August  4th,  1914,  we  little  people  have 
scovered  the  existence  of  a  great  company 
would-be  guides  whose  aim  is  to  direct 
r  steps,  as  they  think,  to  prevent  us  from 
tiling  into  the  ditch.  The  majority  of  these 
uides  are  excellent  people.  They  are  also 
)nsummate  bores. 

In  these  days  of  upheaval  many  people 
robably  ask  themselves  such  questions  as: 
Shall  we  ever  be  able  to  get  a  drink  at  ten 
1  the  morning  again,  get  rid  of  restrictions 
lout  lighting  be  allowed  to  have  blinds  up 
railway  carriages,  and  will  taxes  go  down  ? 
1  short,  shall  we  ever  be  able  to  live  in 
mfort  again,  as  far  as  this  generation  is 
mcerned  ?" 

The  other  day  I  was  visited  at  my  club  at 
3B  p.m.  by  an  Australian  friend  who  in 
>rmer  years  had  shown  me  great  hospitality. 
a  chance  would  have  it,  I  had  been  unable  to 
sturn  his  generosity  owing  to  his  absence 
rom  the  Old  Country. 

Almost  his  first  words  were:  "My  dear 
How,  I  am  dying  for  a  cocktail."  I  took  him 
p  to  the  threatening  placard  that  decorates 
laces  where  they  eat,  drink,  and  are  merry, 
lowing  him  the  clause  providing  that  a 
)cktail  as  a  present  from  me  to  him  meant 
rison  for  me,  even  if  I  had  been  able  to 
iborn  the  club  servants  to  serve  alcohol  out 
r  hours,  and  to  procure  venal  silence  on 
le  part  of  the  club  secretary  and  his  com- 
.ittee. 

Having  travelled  energetically  throughout 
e  three  kingdoms  since  war  broke  out  I 
ive  seen  something  of  the  evils  of  drink. 
here  is  no  doubt  that  in  certain  parts  of 
ngland,  Ireland,  and  Scotland,  even  in  gal- 
.nt  little  Wales,  there  are  places  where  the 
stribution  of  bad  alcohol  has  interfered 
ith  the  progress  of  the  war.  But  to  prevent 
a  Australian  patriot  statesman  from  having 
cocktail  at  2.35  p.m.  because  Jock  McTavish 
looses  to  purchase  a  gallon  of  whisky  at 
30  on  Saturday  evening  and  drinks  it  all, 
ith  the  assistance  of  a  few  friends,  by  Mon- 
ly  morning,  is  an  enigma  that,  as  Lord  Dun- 
:eary  used  to  say,  "no  fellah  can  under- 
md." 

In  the  old  days  now  gone,  when  ecclesiastics 
'ten  reflected  national  common-sense,  a 
ishop  of  Peterborough,  during  the  debates 
1  the  House  of  Lords  on  the  disestablish- 
ent  of  the  Irish  Episcopal  Church,  expressed 
is  preference  for  an  England  that  was  free 
fer  an  England  that  was  sober.  The  good 
ishop  was  severely  attacked  for  holding  this 
icked  and  licentious  opinion.  But  he  was 
ght. 


A  Greenhouse  Suggestion 

that  may  just  meet 

your  needs 


IT'S  exactly  18  feet  wide  and  50  feet  long. 
Because  this  size  more  generally  meets 
the  start-off  needs  of  most  fiower 
lovers,  we  sell  more  of  it  than  any  other. 

You  noticed  we  said  "start-off  needs." 
Our  reason  is,  that  with  a  greenhouse; 
quite  as  with  automobiles;  the  first  one  is 
apt  to  be  either  a  runabout  or  a  small 
touring  car.  But  before  very  long,  we 
find  ourselves  wanting  more  horse  power 
and  more  room. 

It  is  the  same  with  a  greenhouse.  It 
gives  you  so  much  genuine  all  year  round 
pleasure;  and  is  so  delightfully  alluring 
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The  real  trouble  to-day  is  that  a  number  of 
virtuous  people  with  political  influence  are 
contriving  to  use  the  great  war  as  a  means  of 
realizing  their  faddy  Utopias.  Ever  since  the 
world  began,  from  the  day  that  Adam  and 
Eve  ate  the  wrong  apples  until  the  day  when 
government  by  poster  came  into  being,  human 
nature  has  not  varied. 

The  Government  have  wisely  set  up  a 
publicity  department  which  has  issued  a 
series  of  posters  under  the  title  of  "Don't." 
The  most  opulent  government  in  the  world 
has  issued  a  poster  to  tramps,  and  to  people 
like  me  who  have  had  their  clothes  cleaned 
and  pressed  ever  since  the  war  began,  telling 
them  that  to  be  well  dressed  is  an  extrava- 
gance. Another  poster  tells  poor  widows  not 
to  use  motor  cars  for  pleasure.  The  reason 
why  dressing  extravagantly  in  war-time  is 
not  only  "bad  form"  but  "unpatriotic"  is 
blazoned  on  the  walls  of  the  United  Kingdom. 

We  are  all  growing  weary  of  these  mechani- 
cal invocations  to  be  good,  to  live  virtuously, 
and  to  follow  the  old  adage  to  low  living  and 
high  thinking.  The  people  who  issue  these 
posters  mean  well.  Still,  people  who  mean 
well  are  not  seldom  prigs.  Now,  the  dominant 
note  of  a  prig  is  narrow  and  self-conscious 
engrossment  in  his  own  mental  or  spiritual 
attainments.  A  prig  is  a  conceited  person 
guilty  of  moral  foppery.  After  the  war,  when 
the  lads  come  back,  prigs  will  have  a  bad  time. 

The  fierce  furnace  of  war  burns  priggery 
from  the  services,  especially  from  the  Navy, 
the  Royal  Irish  Constabulary,  and  the  Indian 
Civil  Service.  The  opinion  of  the  fighting 
services  to-day  will  be  the  opinion  of  the 
nation  for  a  generation  to  come.  For  the 
first  time  in  history  the  fighting  man  after 
the  war  will  dominate  public  opinion.  Fight- 
ing men  are  healthy  souls;  they  know  a  prig 
when  they  see  him;  the  prig,  as  they  say 
across  the  Atlantic,  "cuts  no  ice"  with  soldiers 
and  sailors.  Therefore  it  is  safe  to  conjec- 
ture that  domination  by  the  unco'  guid  and 
the  tyranny  of  faddists  and  cranks  will  end 
after  the  war. 

The  first  effect  of  a  bullet  that  does  not  kill 
or  a  disease  that  is  not  fatal  is  to  make  a 
patient  think.  On  September  23rd,  1915, 
Private  Tom  Smith  wrote  to  his  parent  as 
follows: 

"Dear   Mother, 

"This  comes  hoping  it  finds  you  as  it 
leaves  me  at  present.  I  have  a  broken  leg 
and  a  bullet  in  my  left  arm. 

"Your  affec.  son, 

"Tom    Smith." 

It  is  safe  to  conjecture  that  Private  Tom 
Smith  will  nevel-  forget  his  broken  leg  and 
the  bullet  in  his  left  arm,  and  that  he  will 
bring  up  his  children  with  traditions  that  will 
prevent  any  repetition  of  a  world-war. 

For  common-sense  will  come  into  its  own. 
As  a  matter  of  fact,  common-sense  is  really 
uncommon  sense.  It  consists  mainly  in  the 
power  of  distinguishing  between  what  is 
necessary  and  unnecessary,  what  is  true  and 
which  is  false,  and  in  looking  ahead  suffici- 
ently clearly  to  avoid  collision  with  whatever 
is  approaching  from  the  opposite  direction. 

Common-sense  will  gain  a  new  lease  of 
life,  not  only  after  the  war  but  during  the  war. 
The  tyranny  of  cranks  is  more  and  more 
bitterly  resented  by  thinking  people.  Since 
the  output  of  the  average  workman  with  new 
mechanical  appliances  is  at  least  one  hundred 
times  greater  than  the  output  of  wealth  in  the 
war  of  1870,  it  is  certain  that  the  restoration 
of  society  to  new  and  comfortable  conditions 
will  be  far  more  rapid  after  the  war  in  the 
British  Empire  than  in  Mittel-Europa,  which, 
let  us  hope,  will  have  to  pay  large  sums  of 
money  for  permission  to  trade  on  the  ocean. 


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Not  long  ago  a  motor-car  ran  over  a  hen 
in  a  Bedfordshire  village,  and  the  unhappy 
fowl,  in  the  act  of  being  squashed,  laid  an 
egg.  The  British  Empire  has  been  run  over 
by  the  Hun  chariot,  and,  in  the  act  of  being 
squashed,  has  laid  an  egg.  This  egg  is 
being  hatched  out.  When  this  chicken  comes 
home  to  roost,  everyone  who  does  not  in- 
terfere with  the  liberty  of  others  will  be  able 
to  get  a  drink  at  ten  in  the  morning.  There 
will  be  no  restrictions  about  lighting,  taxes 
will  go  down,  and  a  vast  number  of  evils 
from  which  we  suffered  before  the  war  will  be 
swept  away. 

Among  the  people  who  will  have  a  bad  time 
after  the  war  are  the  wealthy,  double-chinned 
bachelors  in  bath-chairs,  who  week-end  at 
the  seaside  from  September  to  July,  and  who 
take  the  waters  each  summer  at  Homburg, 
Aix-Ia-Chapelle,  or  Baden-Baden,  or  punting 
on  the  green  cloths  of  Monte  Carlo. 

These  people  are  the  by-products  of  luxury 
in  the  real  sense  of  the  word.  Some  of  them 
marry.  The  wives  will  have  a  worse  time 
than  the  husbands.  They  will  learn  that 
between  them  and  their  housemaids  there  is 
no  gulf  fixed  such  as  existed  between  Laza- 
rus and  Dives. 

We  need  not  be  unhappy  about  the  sorrows 
of  double-chinned  Dives.  Little  people  may 
rejoice.  The  majority  of  them  will  rejoice 
after  the  war.  Why?  Two  enormous  tanks 
of  prosperity  exist  unsuspected,  for  the  re- 
generation and  the  resuscitation  of  the  Bri- 
tish Empire.  The  first  is  the  suspension  of 
the  unwritten  law  of  trades-unions  restricted 
output.  The  second  is  the  restoration  to  the 
people  of  freer  and  far  cheaper  transport. 

Our  national  bill  for  imported  food  amounts 
to  over  £200,000,000  per  annum.  The  effect 
of  organization  will  be  a  huge  drop  in  the 
price  of  everything,  because  the  cost  of  trans- 
port, which,  to  the  consumer  is  three-fifths 
of  the  cost  of  living,  would  be  halved,  if 
not  quartered.  Fish  sold  on  the  quay  at 
Yarmouth,  Hull,  or  Lowestoft  at  one  shilling 
a  "trunk"  costs  seven  shillings  by  the  time 
it  reaches  London,  and  nine  shillings  by  the 
time  it  reaches  the  village  where  I  live. 
There  is  no  reason  for  the  enormous  differ- 
ence between  the  price  of  fish  on  the  quays 
at  Wick,  Hartlepool,  Hull,  Yarmouth,  or 
Lowestoft  and  the  price  of  fish  when  it 
reaches  my  cottage. 

In  every  hundred  minutes  the  railway 
trucks  which  carry  fish  stand  still  for  ninety- 
seven  minutes.  Everybody  who  has  traveled 
about  the  country  during  the  war,  if  they 
kept  their  eyes  open,  has  wondered  at  the 
enormous  congestion  of  empty  wagons  as- 
sembled in  sidings  outside  every  station.  The 
average  railway  wagon  being  idle  for  ninety- 
seven  minutes  out  of  every  hundred  minutes, 
wastr  of  money  and  time  over  the  haulage 
of  food,  raw  material,  and  luxuries  in  the 
United  Kingdom  is  so  great  that  reform  will 
secure  for  the  little  people  vastly  improved 
conditions  of  life. 

It  is  almost  impossible  to  exaggerate  the 
enormous  reduction  of  cost  of  food,  raw 
material,  and  necessaries  that  will  be  easily 
accomplished  when  the  Government  of  the 
country  is  taken  in  hand  by  men  of  the  type 
of  the  late  Mr.  Joseph  Chamberlain  or  of  the 
living  Mr.  W.  M.  Hughes.  The  milk  trouble 
which  has  existed  during  the  last  few  months 
is  a  proof  that  the  dominant  factor  of  the 
cost  of  food,  which  is  closely  related  to  the 
happenings  of  the  masses,  is  the  price  of 
transport.  At  the  time  of  writing,  milk  is 
given  to  pigs  for  food  in  the  valleys  of  my 
county;  it  is  sold  to  the  parents  of  sick 
children  in  London  at  sixpence  a  quart. 

Transport  affects  the  price  of  cigarettes, 
the  tiles  on  the  roof  and  the  umbrella  we 
carry,  the  hat  we  wear  and  the  mutton  we  eat. 


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Next  to  transport  reform  the  most  im- 
portant element  in  the  cheapening  of  neces- 
saries, and  consequently  the  enjoyment  of 
life  for  average  people  after  the  war,  is  the 
abolition  of  restricted  output.  For  some 
strange  reason  since  1832  labor  has  con- 
sidered that  its  interest  is  best  served  by 
restricting  output.  Therefore  old  age  pen- 
sions sometimes  act  as  the  endowment  of 
restricted  output.  Old  age  pensions  on  a  far 
more  liberal  scale  would  be  the  cheapest  in- 
vestment the  country  could  make  to  work- 
men who  were  injured  or  deforced  by  old 
age  if  the  workmen  would  realize  that  their 
interests  were  best  to  be  secured  by  the  exer- 
cise of  energy  and  effort. 

America,  a  country  from  which,  after  all, 
Europe  has  much  to  learn,  without  old  age 
pensions,  contrives  to  make  it  worth  the  while 
of  the  workman  to  work  hard.  England  has 
at  hand  an  enormous  reserve  of  wealth  in  the 
difference  between  artificial  restriction  of 
output  and  the  result  of  consistent  effort  to 
produce  and  turn  out  the  best  results — 
whether  commercial,  physical,  mental,  or 
spiritual — of  which  the  community  is  capable. 
After  the  war  we  shall  see  as  well  as  look. 
Government  by  poster  is  not  intelligent.  The 
writer  of  the  poster  may  be  a  high-minded 
and  excellent  man,  but  he  must  be  narrow. 
Nobody  has  the  wisdom  of  Mr.  Everybody. 
We  have  been  told  to  turn  our  gardens  into 
potato  patches.  I  doubt  whether  the  author 
of  this  poster  has  any  practical  knowledge 
either  of  gardening  or  agriculture.  To  turn 
a  flower  garden  into  a  vegetable  garden  means 
one  of  two  things — either  the  expenditure  of 
capital  on  the  extermination  of  valuable 
plants,  the  purchase  of  loam  and  manure,  and 
the  employment  of  labor  absolutely  unpro- 
curable, or  it  means  poor  vegetables  which 
cannot  be  sold  or  given  away  under  the 
ordinary  village  conditions  of  English  rural 
life. 

I  speak  with  feeling.  I  would  rather  see 
a  dozen  soldiers  home  on  leave  mending 
their  health  by  enjoying  the  roses,  foxgloves, 
delphiniums  and  heliotrope  than  batten  on 
artichokes  and  potatoes  that  have  cost  me 
two  shillings  and  sixpence  to  grow. 

Organization  is  the  principle  of  life.  Un- 
intelligent organizers  disorganize.  So  with 
dress.  The  only  thing  that  really  counts  is 
the  dress  of  women.  In  time  of  peace  the 
Army  dresses  for  the  women;  also  the  Navy. 
If  life  is  worth  living  women  must  dress 
beautifully  for  the  same  reason  that  the  birds 
are  attired  in  their  best  plumage  when  the 
continuation  of  their  species  is  to  be  secured. 
I  cannot  understand  the  argument  that  urges 
the  disuse  of  new  clothes,  provided  they  are 
produced,  cut,  and  finished  chiefly  in  our  own 
country. 

After  the  war  we  shall  see  these  things 
more  clearly.  Clothes  produced  in  the  Em- 
pire will  be  obligatory,  or  if  not  in  the  Em- 
pire in  the  countries  of  our  Allies.  Pat 
Germans  come  to  Savile  Row  for  their  frock 
coats.  At  my  tailor's  I  see  the  name  of 
Prince  Henry  of  Prussia  stuck  up — also  at 
my  hatter's.  That  is  as  bad  for  Germany  as  it 
would  be  for  England  if  the  Prince  of  Wales 
and  the  King  were  to  buy  their  clothes  in  the 
Wilhelmstrasse. 

We  shall  shake  down  after  the  war  into  the 
understanding  of  what  really  counts  in  the 
happiness  of  life.  We  shall  not  have  to  pull 
down  the  blind  after  the  war;  we  shall  see 
things  more  clearly.  Spelling,  for  example, 
is  a  ridiculous  invention.  Chaucer  couldn't 
spell  though  he  could  write.  Shakespeare 
sometimes  spelt  a  word  three  different  ways 
in  the  same  play.  Even  Addison,  who  was 
a  superior  person,  was  uncertain.  So  far  as 
I  have  been  able  to  observe  in  my  passage 
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who  could  spell.  There  is  nothing  in  spell- 
ing, and  yet  the  academic  conventions  of  our 
day  regard  a  bad  speller  as  belonging  to  the 
worst  form  of  the  criminal  classes,  and  there- 
fore   ineligible    for    practical    administration. 

Utopia  is  out  of  reach,  but  the  resumption 
of  normal  national  life  after  the  war  will 
mean  organized  freedom,  the  abolition  of  the 
fancies  of  faddists  enshrined  in  the  clauses 
of  Acts  of  Parliament,  and  the  liberation  of 
the  human  spirit  to  act  as  it  thinks  best  pro- 
vided it  does  not  interfere  with  the  liberty 
of  others. 

Huxley  wrote  about  a  celebrated  political 
philosopher:  "I  am  inclined  to  think  that  the 
practice  of  the  method  of  political  leaders 
destroys  their  intellect  for  all  serious  pur- 
poses." After  the  war  men  of  action  will  rule 
the  roost,  and  men  of  action  marry  for  love 
the  king  of  all  things.  Marriage  for  love 
will  be  "good  form"  after  the  war,  without  any 
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Germany    Will   Take   No   Chances    Willi 

Her  Fleet.   What  a  "Neutral"  Learned 

en  Route  From  Emden  to 

Wilhelmsliaven. 


TT  is  believed  by  those  who  have  tried, 
■*•  that  it  would  be  simpler  for  a  soldier 
to  pass  in  khaki  through  Belgium,  than  for 
a  spy  to  get  within  sight  of  the  Kiel  Canal; 
to  learn  anything  definite  about  the  German 
fleet  is  generally  considered  out  of  the  ques- 
tion. Yet  J.  M.  de  Beaufort  succeeded  in  get- 
ting a  passage  from  Emden  to  Wilhelms- 
haven  on  a  neutral  steamer  carrying  supplies 
to  the  German  navy,  and  actually  dined  at 
the  officers'  mess.  The  following  story  taken 
from  his  article  in  the  Quarterly  Review, 
gives  some  interesting  details  of  the  official 
estimate  of  the  possibilities  of  the  German 
fleet:— 

At  the  outbreak  of  hostilities  the  following 
proclamation  concerning  the  operation  of  the 
Kiel  Canal  in  time  of  war  was  issued  by  the 
German   Government: 

'The  war  operations  of  the  Kaiser  Wilhelra 
Canal  have  begun.  The  Canal  Zone  is  closed 
at  present  for  merchant  vessels.  Exceptions 
thereto  require  in  every  instance  the  permis- 
sion of  the  Chief  of  the  Naval  Station  of  the 
Baltic  Sea  at  Kiel.' 

The  'exceptions'  are  practically  confined  to 
such  neutral  ships  as  carry  provisions  for  the 
Army  and  Navy,  or  are  supplying  Germany 
with  foodstuffs.  But  in  all  cases  the  captains 
of  these  neutral  ships  must  be  personally  ; 
known  to  the  German  authorities,  and  a  large  ! 
bond  must  be  put  up  for  them  either  by  their  | 
employers  or  by  themselves.  Until  the  middle 
of  this  year  (1915)  only  Dutch,  Danish,  Swed- 
ish or  Norwegian  steamers  had  obtained  per- 
mits to  pass  through  the  Canal.  From  what 
I  have  seen  of  the  inconveniences,  the  trouble, 
the  red  tape,  that  these  men  have  to  put 
up  with  every  time  they  make  the  trip  to  or 
from  Germany,  I  can  assure  you  that,  what- 
ever their  emoluments  may  be,  they  earn 
every  penny  of  them. 

With  great  difficulty  I  managed  to  get  a 
passage  on  one  of  these  neutral  steamers.  For 
all  intents  and  purposes  my  nationality  was 
the  same  as  that  of  the  vessel  on  which  I 
sailed.  I   speak   German  quite  fluently,  which 


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was  of  course  of  great  additional  assistance. 
I  joined  the  little  600-ton  steamer  at  Emden, 
Germany's  most  western  port.  We  proceeded 
on  the  inside,  i.  e.  through  the  Ems-Jade 
Canal,  to  Wilhelmshaven,  and  thence  by  Cux- 
haven  through  the  Kiel  Canal  to  Kiel.  Al- 
though the  actual  distance  we  traveled  is 
well  under  200  miles,  it  took  us  the  best  part 
of  five  days.  It  was  not  what  you  might  call 
a  joy  ride,  but  nevertheless  I  would  not 
have  missed  it  for  a  great  deal,  for  I  learn- 
ed more  about  the  German  fleet  in  those  five 
days  than  I  had  in  all  the  weeks  I  spent  in 
Germany. 

Through  the  Ems-Jade  Canal,  bordered  on 
both  sides  by  flat  marshy  country,  the  trip 
was  uneventful;  but,  when  we  got  within 
sight  of  Wilhelmshaven,  the  fun  began.  About 
three  miles  from  our  day's  destin.Ttion  an 
o*firet  and  eight  sailors  came  on  biar<i  and, 
after  having  carefully  examined  our  ship's 
papers,  proceeded  on  a  search  of  ship  and 
crew  as  systematic  and  thorough  as  I  have 
ever  seen.  But  then,  of  course,  I  had  never 
before  attempted  to  enter  Germany's  most 
important  naval  base.  It  is  quite  true  that 
she  takes  no  chances  with  her  fleet.  The 
search,  checking  of  papers,  reports,  mes- 
sages to  Wilhelmshaven,  and  numerous  other 
formalities,  took  the  better  part  of  four 
hours.  When  finally  our  permits  arrived,  four 
sailors  and  a  petty  officer  came  on  board, 
and  under  their  guidance  we  finished  the 
three  miles  that  separated  us  from  the 
famous  naval  base.  Through  a  system  of 
locks,  we  reached  the  'Coal  Harbour,'  which 
is  part  of  the  New  Harbour  of  Wilhelms- 
haven. By  devious  methods  and  devices  I  had 
been  able  to  time  our  arrival  so  that  it  would 
be  too  late  to  go  out  into  the  bay  that  same 
afternoon.  We  were  told  to  make  fast  and 
prepare  to  stay  the  night.  That  was  exactly 
what  I  had  schemed  for. 

Through  the  courtesy  of  one  of  the  har- 
bour officials  I  was  enabled  to  send  a  mes- 
senger to  a  naval  surgeon,  whom  I  had  known 
in  New  York,  and  to  whom  I  had  been  able 
to  render  a  not  inconsiderable  service.  The 
doctor  proved  a  friend  in  need,  and,  to  begin 
with,  invited  me  to  dinner  at  the  'Casino' 
(officers'  mess),  situated  in  the  Park,  a  few 
hundred  yards  from  the  Imperial  Docks.  Be- 
ing vouched  for  by  an  'Oberstabs-Arzt'  (Chief 
Staff  Surgeon)  I  was  made  most  welcome  by 
some  sixty  odd  naval  officers.  Among  those 
whom  I  met,  I  recall  Grand-Admiral  Von 
Koester,  Rear-Admiral  Gadeke,  Admiral  Von 
Igennohl,  Rear-Admiral  Hipper,  and  many 
others.  It  was  on  this  occasion,  too,  that  I 
made  the  acquaintance  of  the  notorious  Cap- 
tain-Lieutenant Hersing,  the  (then  embryo) 
'Lusitania  Hero.'  I  had  a  talk  with  him  on 
submarine  matters,  to  which  I  shall  return 
later. 

Indeed  I  shall  long  remember  that  dinner 
at  the  officers'  mess  in  Wilhelmshaven,  but 
if  I  could  give  a  full  shorthand  report  of  the 
conversations  I  listened  to  that  evening,  I 
fear  you  would  think  I  had  dined  in  a  lunatic 
asylum  instead  of  an  officers'  mess.  One  or 
two  examples  will  suffice. 

The  talk  was  all  'shop'  and  war,  of  course. 
That  same  evening  a  number  of  airmen  had 
returned  from  'active  service  on  the  North 
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the  Navy  has  for  the  present  been  shelved. 
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member the  old  axiom  about  a  chain  being 
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the  North  Sea.  It  is  only  as  wide  as  its  nar- 
rowest point — i.  e.  25  miles.  That  was  the 
great  principle  to  keep  always  before  one's 
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doom  lay  sealed!  Calais,  not  Egypt  any  more, 
was  England's  throat,  the  key  to  British 
World-power.  Germany's  motto  was  no  longer 
'Our  future  lies  on  the  water,'  but  should 
read  henceforth  'On  the  water — for  peace; 
under  the  water  and  in  the  air — for  war.' 
What  could  prevent  Germany,  with  its  mar- 
vellous industrial  developments,  wonderful 
inventions,  from  building,  say,  100,000  aero- 
planes? After  Germany  had  once  taken  firm 
hold  of  Calais,  an  army  of  200,000  men  could 
be  thrown  into  England  within  less  than  half 
an  hour,  by  aeroplanes! 

Of  course  the  invasion  would  be  carried 
out  during  the  night.  They  had  only  figured 
on  two  men  to  each  aeroplane,  but,  consider- 
ing the  negligible  distance,  which  would  ex- 
clude the  necessity  of  carrying  any  surplus 
gasoline,  tfte  carrying  capacity  of  the  ma- 
chine might  easily  be  doubled.  The  landing? 

'Ha!  my  friend,  you  may  be  certain  that 
Germany,  in  an  undertaking  of  this  kind, 
would  not  risk  failure  in  overlooking  the 
smaller  details.  When  the  time  comes  there 
will  be  plenty  of  friends,  in  some  disguise 
or  other,  who  will  light  the  way  for  us.  Burn- 
ing houses,  electrical  appliances,  searchlights, 
rockets,  etc.,  will  serve.  Trust  the  German 
thoroughness  to  be  prepared  for  all  emerg- 
encies, when  The  Day  has  arrived.  Already 
to-day,  the  fear  of  invasion  causes  period- 
ical panics  in  England.  But  it  is  most  re- 
markable even  for  the  shortsighted  British, 
that  they  never  realised  until  the  present 
war,  and  then  only  in  a  limited  degree,  the 
vital  importance,  nay  the  deadly  menace, 
aviation  is  to  their  country.  From  the  time 
the  air  was  conquered  England  ceased  to  be 
an  island.  And  they  refused  to  listen  to  the 
brothers  Wright,  who  gave  them  their  first 
chance!  British  stupidity,  British  insularity!' 

The  ne.xt  subject  which  was  discussed,  and 
of  course,  settled,  was  the  peace  terms.  Europe 
was  cut  up  and  the  pieces  handed  round  like 
a  birthday  cake.  'Every  country  that  has 
joined  us  will  be  amply  compensated.  Those 
who  have  gone  against  us?  Well,  God  help 
them.'  The  division  of  Europe  will  be  about 
as  follows: 

'Germany  will  take  the  Baltic  Provinces,  in- 
cluding Petersburg  and  the  whole  of  Poland. 
Austria  will  receive  the  whole  south  of  Rus- 
sia, including  KiefT  and  Odessa;  Turkey  the 
whole  Caucasus,  including  the  Department  of 
Saratow.  The  Russians  must  be  separated  not 
only  from  the  Baltic,  but  from  the  Black 
and  Caspian  seas  as  well.  Sweden  gets  Fin- 
land. Serbia  of  course  will  go  to  Austria, 
Egypt  will  be  returned  to  Turkey.  If  Rou- 
mania  intervenes  in  time  on  the  right  side, 
she  will  get  Bessarabia  and  some  minor  ter- 
ritories. 

'The  "embarras  de  richesses"  of  colonies 
will,  when  the  spoils  come  to  be  divided,  ac- 
tually become  a  problem.  So  far  as  India  and 
Egypt  are  concerned,  our  only  wish  to-day 
is  to  help  these  nations  to  liberate  them- 
selves from  the  British  yoke.  To  Algiers, 
Tunis  and  Morocco  we  would  also  restore  their 
autonomy.  With  Belgium,  we  of  course  take 
possession  of  the  Congo  State.  The  interests 
of  France  in  Morocco  will  cease  at  once,  since 
she  has  used  its  natives  to  fight  against  us. 
Turkey  will  occupy  the  Suez  Canal.  The  shares 
of  that  company  owned  at  present  by  Eng- 
land will  be  declared   null  and  void. 

'The  economical  conditions  under  which  the 
annexed  territories  will  be  incorporated  in 
the  German  Empire  may  be  of  various  kinds, 
but  one  fundamental  principle  should  never 
be  lost  sight  of,  viz.  that  electorial  rights, 
i.  e.  the  right  to  elect  Members  for  the  Reichs- 
tag, remains  a  prerogative  of  the  Germans 
living  within  the  old  boundaries  of  the  Em- 
pire. The  natives  of  Poland  will  have  their 
own  parliament  in  Warsaw;  those  of  the 
Baltic  Provinces,  in  Petersburg.  The  Belgians 


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of  course  may  retain  their  parliament  in 
Brussels,  while  for  the  annexed  provinces  of 
France — Calais,  Reims,  Belfort,  etc. — a  sep- 
arate diet  could  be  established.  Poland  and 
Belgium  might  even  remain  kingdoms  with 
Prussian  Princes  on  the  throne. 

'But,  though  the  conquered  territories  will 
have  no  voice  in  the  Imperial  legislation,  they 
will  of  course  have  to  submit  to  conscription. 
The  young  Pole  from  Warsaw  will  serve  his 
three  years  in  Hanover,  Dusseldorf,  or 
Cologne.  The  Frenchman  from  Calais  or 
Reims  will  be  sent  to  Breslau  or  Posen.  The 
Russians  of  the  Baltic  Provinces,  like  the 
young  conscripts  from  Belgium,  will  enjoy 
their  military  training  in  Bavaria  or  Sa.xony. 
But  the  great  fortresses,  such  as  Calais,  Bel- 
fort,  Warsaw,  or  Riga,  will  be  giurisoned 
by  none  save  the  old  Prussian  regiments.' 

About  their  fleet;  why  did  it  not  come  out 
and  fight  the  British?  Why  didn't  the  British 
fleet  come  and  'dig  them  out,'  as  Churchill 
threatened  to  do?  Yes,  they  would  come  out 
and  fight,  but  they  would  choose  their  own 
time — not  when  the  British  wanted  them  to. 
'So  far,  our  fleet  has  paid  us  very  well,  and 
will  pay  us  in  future.  This  war  is  not  going 
to  be  over  for  some  time.  Exorbitant  naval 
taxes  ?  'Why,  my  friend,  take  a  current  copy 
of  our  "Statistisches  Jahrbuch"  and  find  out 
how  much  the  German  nation  is  paying  for 
what  our  enemies  describe  as  our  "luxury." 
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for  the  last  four  years.  That  amounts  to  1-3 
of  what  England  demands  of  her  subjects.' 

These  are  a  few  examples  of  their  conver- 
sations and  by  no  means  the  most  extravag- 
ant. But  they  talked  well,  and  I  think  they 
quite  believe  what  they  said.  I  knew  how 
utterly  useless  it  would  be  to  try  to  argue  with 
them.  Besides,  I  wanted  to  have  a  look  at  the 
harbour  and  dockyards  next  morning,  so  I 
deemed  discretion  the  better  part  of  valour. 
One  is  not  in  Wilhelmshaven  every  day,  in 
these  times! 


Visit  to  the  Western 
Front 

Continued  from  page  35. 

it.  It  is  not  the  least  like  training  man- 
oeuvres or  sham  battles.  A  different  qual- 
ity enters  in.  Even  when  the  front  was 
quiet,  before  the  bombardment  began, 
there  was  a  feeling  of  enveloping  fever- 
ishness.  Death  was  there — not  a  game. 
Above  all,  there  was  a  feeling  of  imper- 
sonal mechanical  force  of  fate  pitted 
against  an  equally  impersonal  and  mech- 
anical force. 

"Electric."  The  mechanical  force 
seemed  to  be  electrical.  The  front  re- 
minded me  of  nothing  more  than  of  some 
huge  electrical  power  station,  with  a  par- 
tially bottled-up  energy  and  destruction, 
appalling  to  contemplate.  While  we  were 
there  at  first,  it  looked  as  if  the  whole 
machine  was  as  well  controlled  as  the 
dynamos  in  a  power  station,  but  as  the 
bombardment  commenced,  there  came  the 
feeling  that  one  was  in  a  station  where, 
instead  of  control,  chaos  might  at  any 
moment  step  in,  all  the  belts  fly  off,  and 
a  pell-mell  of  darkness,  destruction  and 
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"Ultimate."  It  was  sinister,  yes,  and 
electric,  so  sinister  and  electric  that  one 
felt  this  represented  the  very  ultimate 
in  existence.  All  else  in  the  world,  plea- 
sant and  unpleasant  alike,  slipped  a  Ion" 
way  back,  and  the  "front,"  the  trenches 
and  what  lay  beyond,  became  so  all  dom- 
inating, all  pervading,  that  the  rest  of 
the  world,  the  remainder  of  existence, 
seemed  an  unreality. 


Sugaring  Off 

Continued  from  page  27. 

the  "as  long  as  you  both  shall  live"  doom 
of  the  marriage  service  in  her  tone.  More- 
over, the  suggestive  use  of  his  name 
"Archibald."  Likewise  the  manner  of 
her  rebuke.  That  was  exactly  the  way, 
he  felt,  she  would  talk  to  a  husband  when 
she  got  one.     More  thorny  than  ivy. 

She  gazed  at  his  bewilderment,  and 
then  began  to  laugh,  and  laughed,  and 
laughed.  What  pretty  teeth  she  had,  Phil- 
pott  reflected.  He  looked,  she  said,  like  a 
dripping  musk  rat  she  once  saw.  He 
shifted  his  feet  uneasily,  hoping  for  the 
paroxysm  to  cease.  Then  he  recalled  the 
most  dreadful  things  he  had  heard  and 
read  of  feminine  hysteria. 

"Miss  Wyndham!  Pray  calm  your- 
self," he  begged  in  his  chillest  manner, 
for  there  must  be  no  weakness.  "The  sit- 
uation is  regrettable,  but  we  must  make 
the  best  of  it." 

"That  is  exactly  what  I'm  going  to  do," 
she  replied.  "The  lightning  never  strikes 
twice  in  the  same  place,  and  luck  like  this 
comes  just  once  in  a  lifetime.  Don't  ask 
me  to  be  calm,  though.  If  you'd  lived  the 
oily  calm  life  I've  had  all  these  years, 
you'd  never  want  to  hear  the  word  again. 
I've  ached  all  my  life  to  be  mixed  up  in  a 
society  scandal,  but  never,  even  in  that 
crow's  rookery  of  a  Bramhope,  where 
tongues  flourish  instead  of  wit,  could  I 
do  anything  to  make  folks  whisper  in 
corners    about    me. 

"  'It's  only  Prue  Wyndham.'  they'd  say, 
which  meant  safety  first,  Westinghouse 
brakes,  and  sprinkler  service.  Won't  they 
say  the  loveliest,  meanest  things  about  us. 
They've  just  got  to  this  time.  Think  of  it, 
Archie,  you,  the  model  joung  man  of  the 
community,  and  me,  the  champion  femi- 
nine uplifter!  Abduction  in  high  society. 
Mercy  me!     This  is  the  life." 

"The  telephone!  I'd  forgotten."  And 
Mr.  Philpott  rushed  to  the  instrument  and 
began  to  crank  as  if  his  eternal  safety  de- 
pended on  it. 

"Never  mind  the  old  telephone!"  snap- 
ped Prue,  dropping  into  a  chair.  "I'll 
shoot  that  old  Slingsby  if  he  dares  to 
rescue  me.  Glory!  It's  broken.  Cheer 
up,  Archie,  and  put  a  fire  in  the  stove, 
while  I  rustle  around  for  provisions." 

"I  was  thinking  about  the  bank.  It's 
the  first  time  it  has  been  left  alone  at 
night."  he  lamented. 

"Anybody  might  think  it  was  a  sick 
baby,"  she  jeered.  "Forget  that  blue 
moldy  old  bank.  You  have  me  to  think 
about  now.  Now  get  to  work  and  look  like 
the  man  of  the  house." 

Tjr  E  FELT  the  menace  in  her  words  but 
■*■  ■*-  obeyed.  She  unearthed  canned  food 
and  biscuits  and  dished  up  quite  a  plea- 
sant emergency  meal. 

"Now  sit  by  the  fire  and  smoke  your 
pipe,"  she  said,  when  the  last  dish  was 


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cleared  away.  "I've  often  dreamed  a 
romantic  scene  like  this.  Me  on  one  side 
of  the  stove,  paralyzed  with  terror,  and 
my  bold  captor  on  the  other.  There's 
whiskey  and  soda  in  the  cupboard,  and  I 
won't  tell,  even  if  you  are  President  of 
the  Band  of  Hope,  and  I  the  secretary  of 
the  W.C.T.U.  Desperate  situations  call 
for  desperate  remedies,  and  I  guess  you've 
seen  enough  water  for  a  while." 

Whether  it  was  the  agreeable  warmth 
of  the  fire,  or  the  cosy  domesticity  of  the 
situation,  or  the  supper,  or  the  fact  that 
he  saw  in  Prue  an  attractiveness  he  had 
never  suspected,  Mr.  Philpott's  estab- 
lished conclusions  began  to  be  shaken.  It 
sometimes  happens  that  an  altogether  un- 
suspected charm  is  revealed  in  a  familiar 
landscape  when  viewed  from  a  new  posi- 
tion. Sometimes,  in  an  instant,  the  scales 
that  have  impaired  judgment  fall  away, 
and  vision  and  wisdom  come.  Mr.  Phil- 
pott  now  and  again  stole  a  glance  at  Prue 
and  discovered,  to  his  utter  amaze,  a  de- 
licious piquant  charm.  Where  had  his 
eyes  been?  He  mentally  decided  that 
some  women  find  their  most  advantage- 
ous setting  outside  the  home,  but  Prue 
was  one  whose  charm  is  not  for  the  public 
eye,  or  the  common  delectation,  but  for 
one  man  in  the  little  kingdom  of  home. 
Angular !  He  stoutly  resented  the  state- 
ment. She  was  delightfully  and  grace- 
fully slight.  He  hated  big  Juno  women. 
Eyes!  What  an  ass  he  had  been  to  sup- 
pose them  hard  and  cold.  They  were 
warm  with  mirth  and  good  fellowship. 
Half  the  girls  he  knew  would  have  been 
in  fits  of  self-consciousness  in  such  a  situ- 
ation. She  was  just  a  good  chap  in  an 
amusing  experience.  Mouth !  Yes,  a  de- 
licious mouth.  It  could  be  sharp  and 
tart,  on  occasion ;  but  he  felt  it  in  his 
bones,  the  analytical  creature,  that  it 
could  be  very  tender  and  sweet. 

P  ERHAPS  she  discerned  something  of 
•^  his  reflections  in  his  glances  and 
silence,  a  new,  strange,  aggressive  bold- 
ness in  the  heretofore  timid  young  m.an, 
and  she  ceased  to  banter,  and  fenced  a 
little.  Presently  she  rose,  and  with  the 
pleasantest  little  yawn  imaginable  pre- 
pared to  go. 

"Guess  it  is  getting  late,"  she  said. 
"I'll  find  a  corner  somewhere  upstairs. 
I'll  throw  you  down  a  blanket  or  two  for 
the  sofa  there.  I  wonder  if  it's  raining 
still?" 

She  walked  to  the  window  to  look  out. 
He  followed  her  stealthily,  as  the  captors 
in  romances  do,  urged  by  some  sportive 
demon  to  avenge  the  slights  she  had  put 
on  him.  His  arm  went  around  her  neck 
and  he  drew  her  head  back.  There  was 
a  sparkle  in  the  surprised  eyes,  and  he 
kissed  her  full  on  the  lips  that  had  teased 
him  so.     She  gave  a  tiny,  beatified  sigh. 

"Mr.  Philjwtt!"  she  whispered,  her  face 
pink.  Then  she  began  to  laugh  again,  and 
so  vanished  upstairs. 

He  stood,  back  to  the  stove,  and  sur- 
veyed the  room  with  the  air  of  a  con- 
queror. Such  victory  was  sweet,  doubly 
sweet.  The  kiss  as  a  kiss,  and  as  such  a 
token  of  triumph.  He  need  no  longer 
envy  any  mortal  bank  boy  who  over- 
muddled  an  addition  column.  Yes,  de- 
spite the  rain  and  floods,  it  was  Spring. 

IV. 

TT  WAS  eleven  next  morning  when  he 
■*■  walked   into  the  bank.     Slingsby  had 
rescued   them.       The   young   adventurer, 
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aback  when  he  saw  Mr.  Mactavish  fuss- 
ing round  the  office,  a  grim  frown  on  his 
face. 

"Huh!  Fine  goings  on,  Philpott,  fine 
goings  on,"  he  snorted.  "Eleven  o'clock 
on  a  short  day,  and  the  manager  galli- 
vanting about  the  country  on  all-night 
.sprees.  Bank  unprotected  too.  I  didn't 
think  it  of  you,  Philpott,  by  Gad!  I 
didn't  think  it  was  in  you."  And  he 
gazed  with  a  new  curiosity  on  the  young 
man.  He  .sensed  some  subtle  change,  and 
didn't  know  that  he  entirely  disapproved 
of  it.  The  man  seemed  to  have  absorbed 
ginger. 

Mr.  Philpott,  a  strange  impenitence  on 
him,  sat  down  and  related  the  story  of 
adventure.  He  did  not  regard  it  at  all  as 
misadventure.  The  old  man  listened, 
sourly. at  first,  then  the  sternness  vanished 
and  he  roared  with  the  Scotsman's  be- 
lated, but  hearty  appreciation  of  the  situ- 
ation. 

"Prudence  Wynham!"  he  said.  "You 
lucky,  lucky  dee-vil!  Smarte.st  girl  in 
these  townships.  None  of  your  pink  and 
white  dolls,  but  a  woman  too  good  for  the 
likes  of  you,  Philpott.  It's  a  pity,  a  pity, 
too.  I  did  hear  that  a  young  man,  a 
meenister,  the  Reverend  Mr.  Wiggirks, 
who  is  a  missionary  out  in  India  some- 
where, has  come  with  the  mind  to  take 
her  back  with  him.  By  Jupiter!  Phil- 
pott, if  I  was  a  single  man  of  your  age. 
the  kind  of  mission  she'd  run  would  be  a 
home  mission  with  me  as  the  particular 
field.  There's  a  lassie  for  ye,  brains, 
smart  as  a  whip,  and  nice  looking  in  the 
thoroughbred  way.  I  tell  ye,  boy,  a 
woman  like  that  makes  a  man  as  good  an 
imitation  of  Paradise  as  he'll  get  or  want 
this  side  Jordan  flood.  If  I  couldn't  get 
her  any  other  way,  by  Crimmins!  I'd 
— I'd  abduct  her,  and  ye've  practically 
done  that  already." 

T  T  WASN'T  Mr.  Mactavish's  urging,  so 
-•■  it  must  be  that  Philpott  was  fickle,  but 
a  consuming  indignation  began  to  well  up 
within  him  as  he  thought  of  Prue  being 
carried  away  to  India  by  the  reverend 
Wiggins  man.  India,  no  doubt,  was  all 
very  good  in  its  way,  and  he  had  nothing 
against  Mr.  Wiggins,  except  his  utterly 
absurd  and  inordinate  covetousness.  He 
thought  tolerantly  of  missions  at  large, 
but  the  idea  was  simply  preposterous. 
Let  India  and  the  Reverend  Mr.  WigginS 
cast  their  avaricious  eyes  elsewhere. 

By  George!  he'd  see  about  it. 

As  soon  as  the  bank  closed,  he  picked 
up  his  hat  and  sallied  forth.  Prue  was  at 
home,  but  her  mother  and  Mr.  Wiggins 
had  gone  out  but  would  return  in  half  an 
hour.     Would  he  wait? 

He  looked  at  her  hungrily.  Pretty? 
As  a  picture.  Not  a  gaudy  oleograph  for 
the  home  of  the  unenlightened,  but  a  face 
and  figure  to  gladden  the  eye  and  heart  of 
an  artist  such  as  Philpott  felt  himself  to 
be.  Slim  grace,  sparkling  vivacity.  Both 
had  gone  to  Archibald's  head,  putting  it 
in  a  deliriously  delightful  whirl.  There 
was  a  tiny  glint  of  a  smile  lurking  in  the 
corners  of  her  mouth.  She  was  rather 
subdued,  he  thought,  but  he  also  was 
changed.  He  found  within  himself  a  de- 
termination, boldness,  almost  reckless- 
ness, that  were  gloriously  new,  and  not 
to  be  withstood  by  several  Indias  and 
armies  of  Wigginses. 

"I  don't  want  to  see  your  mother,  and 
I  have  no  desire  to  see  the  Reverend  Mr. 
Wiggins,"  he  said,  with  a  strange  im- 
politeness. "What's  this  I  hear  about  this 
Wiggins  person  and  you  going  to  India? 


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It's  an  outrage,  and  I  won't  stand  for  it." 
He  thumped  the  table,  and  glared  at  her 
with  devouring  affection. 

"What  on  earth  do  you  mean,  Mr.  Phil- 
pott?"  she  asked. 

"Archie!"  he  corrected  her. 

"Mr.  Philpott!"  she  insisted,  her  eyes 
dancing. 

He  took  one  step  forward,  and  she  re- 
treated one  step. 

"Very  well — 'Archie',"  she  amended. 

"I  mean  that  I  am  not  going  to  let  you 
go  away.  What's  India,  and  what  is  Mr. 
Wiggins?"  he  demanded.  "Prue!  I've 
been  a  mole,  and  a  bat,  and  a  silly  ass,  and 
several  things  of  the  kind,  but  I'm  none 
of  them  now.  You  don't  mean  to  tell  me 
you  have  promised  to  marry  him?" 

She  kept  him  waiting,  looking  irresis- 
tibly provoking,  her  hands  behind  her 
back. 

"I  suppose  you  say  that  because  you 
feel  you  have  to,"  she  mocked  his  earn- 
estness. 

"Answer  my  question.  Prudence  Wynd- 
ham.  I  can't  wait  more  than  about  ten 
seconds  longer,"  he  replied. 

She  shot  a  little  smile  at  him,  then 
shook  her  head  slowly. 

"I  don't  think  I'd  care  much  for  India," 
she  said. 

He  made  a  furious  grab  at  her,  and  she 
didn't  seem  to  mind  his  roughness  one 
little  bit.  The  masterful  Mr.  Philpott 
was  a  revelation  to  her.  She  hated  milk- 
sops. 

"Oh,  we  forgot  all  about  Emma,"  she 
whispered  when  she  got  her  breath. 

"Emma!  Oh,  you  mean  Miss  Carey?" 
replied  the  weathercock.  "She  will,  I 
think,  make  Denison  a  capital  wife. 
Prue!  You  are  the  finest  sport,  the  most 
perfectly  glorious  girl  in  this  or  any  other 
universe.  One  more,  yes,  and  just  an- 
other. If  there's  one  thing  more  than 
another  I  like,  in  the  way  of  superlative 
pleasure,  it  is  a  sugaring-off.  Don't  you 
just  love  'em,  Prue?" 

She  lifted  her  head,  and  winked  at  him 
bewitchingly. 

"Didn't  I  tell  you  so  that  afternoon  in 
the  Greek's?"  she  replied.  "Now  let  me 
go,  unless  you  mean  to  keep  mother  and 
Mr.  Wiggins  on  the  front  steps  the  rest  of 
the  afternoon." 


Paying  for  Present 
Prosperity 

Continued  from  page  24. 

tate  whether  a  man  who  aspired  to  be 
president  should  speak  the  truth  or  main- 
tain a  silence  that  was  a  lie.  I  refer  to 
the  whole  inside  knowledge  of  the  sink- 
ing of  the  Lusitania,  of  which  President 
Wilson  and  Mr.  Hughes  both  had  every 
detail.  Both  men  kept  carefully  silent  as 
to  the  true  facts.  Both  men  spoke  brave 
words  that  glittered  in  the  sunlight  with 
the  substance  of  soap  bubbles  at  the  end 
of  a  boy's  clay  pipe;  but  both  men — and 
everybody  knows  it — carefully  and  with 
a  cowardice  that  sickened  the  Ameri- 
can heart — suppressed  the  facts  as  to  the 
sinking  of  the  Lusitania.  Voters  waited 
for  the  declaration  that  never  came;  and 
the  man,  who  spoke  the  truth — Theodore 
Roosevelt — was  rejected  by  the  country. 
What  true  Americans  really  feel  as  to 
their  international  status  was  well  illus- 
trated soon  after  it  became  apparent  that 


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73 


Hughes  as  well  as  Wilson  was  going  to 
side  'step  all  facts  on  the  Luaitania.  A 
group  of  the  most  substantial  men  in  the 
East  got  together  in  a  down  town  club 
in  New  York.  There  they  had  an  Euro- 
pean army  expert  give  them  a  secret  lec- 
ture on  how  coast  cities  must  be  defended 
in  modern  war  from  air  and  submarine 
attacks.  It  was  the  week  the  submarine 
sank  the  freighters  off  Nantucket.  I 
asked  one  of  the  big  men  present  why 
they  had  done  this.  "Why,"  he  reiterated. 
"If  the  best  our  presidents  can  do  is  what 
they  have  done  in  this  election,  where  do 
you  think  we  would  be  in  case  of  attack? 
And  attack,"  he  added  "may  be  ter- 
ribly near.  If  a  president  declares  you 
may  kick  him  into  the  middle  of  next  week 
and  he'll  be  'too  proud  to  fight'  and  keep 
us  out  of  war,  how  long  do  you  think 
we  are  safe  from  attack?  Europe  has 
to  pay  the  cost  of  this  war  some  how;  and 
we  are  the  How;  and  that  is  the  bitter 
aftermath  we'll  pay  for  our  supine  cow- 
ardice demonstrated  to  the  whole  world 
in  thi.s  election." 


Putting  a  Yardstick 
on  Canada 

Continued  from  page  30. 

ted  out  as  the  vessel  sailed  into  a  bank  cf 
spun  silver,  where  the  moon  and  the 
cloud  played  an  April  shower  of  light  on 
the  dripping  deck.  A  moment  more  and 
we  were  out  into  clear  moonlight,  a  fat 
white  cloud  behind  us,  as  definite  as  a 
puff  of  swansdown;  before  us  a  similar 
round-edged  and  opaque  bubble.  We 
could  see  others  floating  lightly  on  the 
water — not  fog,  not  mist,  just  ordinary 
up-in-the-air  clouds,  freakishly  deter- 
mined to  sit  on  the  water  and  sail. 

Another  long  day  of  sun  brings  us  to 
Taku  Inlet  down  which  the  scared  white 
icebergs  drift.  Instead  of  going  on  past 
this  mouth  of  mystery  to  Juneau  with 
its  electric  lights  and  its  nickel  shows,  we 
turn  eastward  a,nd  slip  between  huge 
walls  into  a  river  of  malachite,  the 
greener  for  the  ghostly  little  bergs. 

The  Inlet  is  the  den  of  that  most  ex- 
traordinary monster  Taku  Glacier  which 
winds  for  ninety  miles  southeast  from 
Lake  Atlin  in  a  huge  stream  of  ice  from 
seven  hundred  to  a  thousand  feet  thick 
to  bury  its  nose  in  the  ice  cold  sea  water 
and  send  off  avalanches  of  bergs  to  vex 
the  soul  of  our  captain. 

For  hours  we  sail  up  the  narrowing  in- 
let until  at  last  we  come  into  a  vast  round 
bay.  There  are  immense  charred  cliffs 
to  the  right,  dropping  steeply  a  thou- 
sand feet  to  the  water;  there  is  a  great 
grey  "dead"  glacier,  rubble-covered,  to  the 
left.  Across  the  opaque  emerald  of  the 
water  there  are  dozens  of  bergs  of  all 
shades  from  snow  to  blue  vitriol.  And  in 
front — three  hundred  feet  high  in  places, 
and  a  mile  long — lies  Taku,  blue-green, 
shining,  with  more  bergs  piled  in  heaps  at 
its  feet  on  a  frozen  shelf. 

As  if  the  cinder  cliffs  hadn't  enough 
color  within  their  sombre  frame,  the 
Alaska  sunset  flared  into  bloom — coral 
pink  from  west  to  east,  intense,  gold- 
pointed,  heavy  with  ribbed  fire.  And  in 
the  middle  of  this  great  silent  opal,  drunk 
with  light,  mad  with  the  unbelievable 
color  of  the  thing,  the  folk  on  board  the 
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the  decks  sayirig  to  each  other  that  they 
could  never,  never  see  the  like  again. 

A  FEW  hours  later  we  were  in  Juneau, 
•**■  the  capital  of  Alaska,  a  town  of  five 
thousand  people  and  two  of  the  biggest 
mountains  you  ever  saw.  In  fact  they 
are  so  big,  so  looming,  that  the  whole 
scene  looks  out  of  drawing  and  you  can 
hardly  believe  that  such  a  place  can  own 
the  reputed  ten  miles  of  the  now-familiar 
board  streets.  Lumber,  by  the  way,  is 
one  of  the  cheapest  commodities  in  Alas- 
ka, and  labor  is  one  of  the  dearest.  It's 
much  more  economical,  therefore,  to  lay 
a  floor  over  a  yawning  chasm  than  to 
blast  out  a  level  roadway. 

You  can  buy  all  sorts  of  fruits  and 
vegetables,  home  grown,  in  Juneau,  and 
the  boat's  commissariat  department  will 
certainly  scout  around  for  strawberries, 
which  are  anywhere  up  to  as  big  as  an  egg 
and  of  a  most  exceptional  flavor.  Rasp- 
berries, salmonberries  'and  huckleberries 
are  also  on  sale  of  unbeatable  grade. 

Across  the — I  was  going  to  say  river, 
for  that's  what  it  looks  like,  but  it's  name 
is  the  Gastineau  Channel  —  across  the 
Channel,  then,  from  Juneau  lies  Douglas 
Island  dotted  over  with  the  Indian  red 
buildings  of  the  Treadwell,  one  of  the 
most  famous  Alaskan  mines,  located  in 
'81  by  "French  Pete"  and  sold  to  John 
Treadwell  for  the  sum  of  five  dollars. 
Seventy  million  dollars'  worth  of  gold  has 
been  taken  out  of  the  huge  "Glory  Hole" 
into  which  the  Charlotte's  passengers  will 
gaze  on  the  downtrip,  and  out  of  the 
Glory  Hole's  lineal  descendants,  the  un- 
der-ocean  passages  of  to-day. 

Eight  tons  of  ore  are  hauled  up  from 
a  depth  of  2,300  feet  every  minute  and  a 
half,  and  6,000  tons  go  under  the  960 
stamps  in  the  mill  every  twenty-four 
hours.  The  tourist  isn't  allowed  to  go 
down  in  the  cage  and  walk  about  under 
the  Pacific,  but  the  whole  crowd  is  taken 
through  the  stamp  mills  where  they -gain 
some  idea  of  the  Somme  drive  from  the 
point  of  artillery-racket. 

Each  stamp  weights  a  ton  and  a  half, 
falls  onto  its  iron  block  one  hundred  times 
a  minute,  and  not  only  reduces  the  quartz 
to  powder,  but  puts  the  eardrums  of  the 
tourists  on  strike  for  half  an  hour  after 
the  infernal  noise  has  become  a  memory. 
The  present  profit  realized  from  the 
Treadwell  is  said  to  be  in  the  neighbor- 
hood of  $5,000  a  day. 

LEAVING  the  vicinity  of  Juneau,  we 
enter  the  Lynn  Canal,  which  isn't 
the  man-made  passageway  that  its  name 
would  seem  to  indicate,  but  a  long  and 
ever  narrowing  funnel  with  towering 
banks  and  stiff  tides,  at  the  end  of  which 
lies  Skagway,  once  the  maddest  gold- 
town  on  the  continent,  where  the  pack 
trains  left  for  the  Yukon  with  all  that 
"Soapy"  Smith  and  his  gang  allowed  to 
slip  through  their  trigger-quick  fingers. 
The  traveller  who  stops  here  makes  a 
mistake,  with  another  thou.oand  Canadian 
miles  beckoning  him  northward  up  over 
the  curve  of  the  world.  But  nowadays,  in 
this  rush-racketing,  tele-dictaphoning 
age,  he  rnay  lack  time.  That  isn't  what 
we  lack,  nor  words  either,  but  plain,  white 
paper.  We  can't  expect  to  cram  Canada, 
sombre  woods  and  ru.shing  salmon,  gar- 
nered wheat  and  secret  gold,  scenery,  his- 
tory, prophecy  and  touristry — into  the 
limits  of  a  single  article.  We've  just  put 
up  our  little  yardstick — a  thousand  miles 
of  sample  wonderland  —  against  the 
colossal  heritage  which  is  ours. 


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75 


The  Wonderlands  of  the  Rockies 


Mary  Roberts  Rinehart   Tells  a  Pictur- 
esque Story  of  a  Western  Trail. 


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[OT  long  before,"  says  Mary  Roberta 
Rinehart,  "I  had  been  to  the  front  in 
Belgium  and  France.  I  confess  that  no  ex- 
cursion to  the  trenches  gave  me  a  greater 
thrill,  than  the  one  that  accompanied  our  start 
across  the  Rockies."  The  story  of  the  trip 
we  quote  in  the  author's  own  popular  style, 
ai  it  appeared  in  The  Wide  World  Magazine. 

There  are  many  people  to  whom  new  places 
are  only  new  pictures.  But,  after  much  wan- 
dering, I  have  learned  that  travel  is  a  matter, 
not  only  of  seeing,  but  of  doing. 

It  is  much  more  than  that.  It  is  a  matter 
of  new  human  contacts.  What  are  regions 
but  the  setting  for  life?  The  desert,  without 
its  Arbs,  is  only  the  place  that  God  forgot. 

This  story  is  all  about  a  threc-hundrcd- 
mile  trip  across  the  Rocky  Mountains  on 
horseback.  It  is  about  fishing,  and  cool  nights 
around  a  camp  fire  and  long  days  on  the  trail. 
It  is  about  a  party  of  all  sorts,  from  every- 
where— of  men  and  women,  old  and  young, 
experienced  folk  and  novices,  who  yielded  to 
a  desire  to  belong  to  the  fellowship  of  the 
trail. 

If  you  are  willing  to  learn  how  little  you 
count  in  the  eternal  scheme  of  things,  if  you 
are  prepared,  for  the  first  day  or  two,  to  be 
able  to  locate  every  muscle  in  your  body  and 
a  few  extra  ones  that  have  apparently  crept 
in  and  are  crowding — go  ride  in  the  Rocky 
Mountains  and  save  your  soul. 

It  will  not  matter  that  you  have  never 
ridden  before.  The  horses  are  safe  and  quiet. 
The  Western  saddle  is  designed  to  keep  a  cow- 
puncher  in  his  seat  when  his  "rope"  is  round 
an  infuriated  steer.  Fall  off?  For  the  first 
day  or  two.  dear  traveller,  you  will  have  to 
be  extracted!  After  that  you  will  learn  that 
swing  of  the  right  leg  which  clears  the  saddle, 
the  slicker,  a  camera,  night  clothing,  soap, 
towel,  toothbrush,  blanket,  sweater,  fishing- 
rod,  extra  boots,  and  sunburn  lotion,  and 
enables  you  to  alight  in  a  vertical  position 
without  jarring  your  spine  up  into  your  skull. 

Now  and  then  the  United  states  Govern- 
ment does  a  very  wicked  thing.  To  offset 
these  lapses  there  are  occasional  Govern- 
mental idealisms.  The  American  "national 
parks"  are  a  case  in  point. 

I  object  to  the  word  "park,"  especially  in 
connection  with  the  particular  national  re- 
serve in  North-Western  Montana,  known  as 
Glacier  Park,  that  I  am  going  to  describe.  A 
park  is  a  civilized  spot,  connected  in  every- 
one's mind  with  neat  paths  and  clipped  lawns. 
I  am  just  old  enough  to  remember  when  it 
meant,  "Keep  off  the  grass"  signs  also,  and 
my  childhood  memories  of  the  only  park  I 
knew  are  inseparably  connected  with  a  one- 
armed  policeman  with  a  cane  and  an  exag- 
gerated sense  of  duty. 

There  are  no  "Keep  off  the  grass"  signs  in 
Glacier  Park,  no  gravelled  paths  and  clipped 
lawns.  It  is  the  wildest  part  of  America.  If 
the  Government  had  not  preserved  it  it  would 
have  preserved  itself.  No  homesteader  would 
ever  have  invaded  its  rugged  magnificence 
and  dared  its  winter  snows.  But  you  and  I 
would   not  have   seen   it. 

True,  so  far  most  niggardly  provision  has 
been  made.  The  Government  offices  are  a 
two-roomed  wooden  cabin.  The  national  ware- 
house is  a  barn.  To  keep  it  up,  to  build  trails 
and  roads,  to  give  fire  protection  for  its 
fourteen  hundred  square  miles  of  forest,  with 


many  millions  of  dollars'  worth  of  timber, 
there  are  provided  thirteen  rangers!  For 
seventy-five  miles  in  the  north  of  the  park 
there  is  no  ranger  at  all. 

But  no  niggardliness  on  the  part  of  the 
Government  can  cloud  the  ideal  which  is  the 
raison  d'etre  for  Glacier  Park.  Here  is  the 
last  stronghold  of  the  Rocky  Mountain  sheep, 
the  Rocky  Mountain  goat.  Here  are  antelope 
and  deer,  black  and  grizzly  bears,  mountain 
lions,  and  trout.  Here  are  tracks  that  follow 
the  old  game  trails  along  the  mountain  side; 
here  are  meadows  of  June  roses,  forget-me- 
nots,  larkspur,  Indian  paint-brush,  fire-weed 
—  the  first  plant  to  grow  after  forest  fires — 
snow-fields.  Here  are  ice  and  blazing  sun, 
a  thousand  sorts  of  flowers,  growing  beside 
vile  roads  and  trails  of  a  beauty  to  make  you 
gasp. 

The  rendezvous  for  our  party  was  at  Gla- 
cier Park  Station,  on  the  Great  Northern 
Railway.  Getting  to  that  point,  remote  as  it 
seemed,  had  been  surprisingly  easy.  Almost 
disappointingly  easy.  Was  this,  then,  going 
to  the  borderland  of  civilization — to  the  last 
stronghold  of  the  old  West  Over  the  flat 
country,  with  inquiring  prairie  dogs  sitting 
up  to  inspect  us,  our  train  moved  steadily 
toward  the  purple  drop-curtain  of  the  moun- 
tains.    West,  always  West. 

Now  and  then  we  stopped,  and  passengers 
got  on.  They  brought  with  them  something 
new  and  rather  electric.  It  was  enthusiasm. 
The  rest  of  us.  Eastern  and  greatly  bored, 
roused  ourselves  and  looked  out  of  the  win- 
dows. West,  still  West,  we  went.  We  saw  an 
occasional  cowboy  sihouetted  against  the  sky, 
thin  range  cattle,  impassive  Indians  watch- 
ing the  train  go  by,  a  saw-mill,  and  not  a 
tree  in  sight  over  a  vast  horizon.  Then  at 
last,  at  twilight,  we  arrived  at  Glacier  Park 
.''tation.  Howard  Eaton,  our  leader,  was  on 
the  platform,  with  old  Chief  Three  Bears,  of 
the  Blackfcet,  a  wonderful  old  warrior  of 
ninety-three. 

It  was  rather  a  picturesque  party.  Those 
who  had  gone  up  from  the  Eaton  ranch  in 
Wyoming — a  trifle  of  seven  hundred  miles 
only — wore  their  riding  clothes  to  save  lug- 
gage. Some  of  us  had  travelled  three  thou- 
sand miles  to  that  rendezvous.  Khaki,  was  the 
rule,  the  women  mostly  in  breeches  and  long 
coats,  with  high-laced  boots  reaching  to  the 
knee  and  soft  felt  hats,  the  men  in  riding 
clothes,  with  sombreros  and  brilliant  ban- 
danas knotted  about  their  throats.  One  or 
two  had  rather  overdone  the  part,  and  were 
the  objects  of  good-natured  chaff  later  from 
ihe  guides  and  cowboys. 

Our  route  was  three  hundred  miles  long. 
It  was  over  six  passes — and  if  you  believe,  as 
I  did,  that  a  pass  is  a  valley  between  two 
mountains,  I  am  here  to  set  you  right.  A  pass 
is  a  blood-curdling  place  up  which  one's  horse 
climbs  like  a  goat,  and  down  the  other  side  of 
which  it  slides  as  you  lead  it,  trampling  ever 
and  anon  on  a  tender  part  of  your  foot.  A 
pass  is  the  highest  place  between  two  peaks. 
A  pass  is  not  an  opening,  but  a  barrier,  which 
you  climb  with  chills  and  descend  with  pray- 
er. A  pass  is  a  thing  which  you  try  to  forget 
at  the  time,  and  which  you  boast  about  when 
you  get  back  home. 

Off,  then,  to  cross  the  Rocky  Mountains — 
forty-two  of  us,  and  two  wagons  which  had 
started  early  to  go  by  road  to  the  first  camp. 
Cowboys  in  "chaps"  and  jingling  spurs,  timor- 
ous women  who  eyed  the  blue  and  purple 
mountains  askance,  the  inevitable  photo- 
grapher— for  whom  we  lined  up  a  semicircle, 
each  one  trying  to  look  as  if  starting  off  on 
such  a  trip  was  one  of  the  easiest  things  we 
did.    And  over  all  the  bright  sun,  and  a  breeze 


from  the  mountains,  and  a  sense  of  such  ex- 
hilaration as  only  altitude  and  the  West  can 
bring. 

Then  came  the  signal  to  fall  in,  and  we 
were  really  off.  For  a  mile  or  so  we  rode  two 
abreast,  past  a  village  of  Indians  tepees,  past 
meadows  scarlet  with  the  Indian  paint-brush. 
Then  we  turned  to  the  left,  and  were  off  the 
road. 

The  cowboys  and  guides  were  watching  us. 
As  we  strung  out  along  the  trail  they  rode 
backwards  and  forwards,  inspecting  saddles, 
examining  stirrups,  seeing  that  all  were  com- 
fortable and  safe.  For  even  that  first  day 
we  were  to  cross  Mount  Henry,  and  there 
must  be  no  danger  of  saddles  slipping. 

Quite  without  warning  we  plunged  into  a 
rocky  defile,  with  a  small  river  falling  in 
cascades.  The  shadow  of  the  mountain  enve- 
loped us.  The  horses  forded  the  stream  and 
moved  sedately  on. 

Did  you  ever  ford  a  mountain  stream  on 
horseback?  Do  it.  Ride  out  of  the  hot  sun 
into  a  brawling  valley.  Watch  your  horse 
as  he  feels  his  way  across,  the  stream  eddying 
about  his  legs.  Give  him  his  head  and  let 
him  drink  lightly,  skimming  the  very  surface 
of  the  water  with  his  delicate  nostrils.  Lean 
down  and  fill  your  own  cup.  How  cold  it  is, 
and  how  clear!  Uncontaminated.  it  flows 
down  from  the  snow-covered  mountains  over- 
head.    It  is  living. 

Presently  the  trail  began  to  rise  to  the 
tree-covered  "bench."  It  twisted  as  it  rose. 
Those  above  called  cheerfully  to  the  ones  be- 
low. We  had  settled  to  the  sedate  walk  of  our 
horses,  the  pace  which  was  to  take  us  over  our 
long  itinerary.  Hardly  ever  was  it  possible, 
during  the  days  that  followed,  to  go  faster 
than  a  walk.  The  narrow,  twisting  trails 
forbade  it.  Now  and  then  a  few  adventurous 
spirts,  sighting  a  meadow,  would  hold  back 
until  the  others  had  got  well  ahead,  and  then 
push  their  horses  to  the  easy  Western  lope. 
But  such  joyous  occasions  were  rare. 

Up  and  up.  The  trail  was  safe,  the  grade 
easy.  At  the  edge  of  the  "bench"  we  turned 
and  looked  back.  The  great  hotel  lay  below 
in  the  sunlight.  Leading  to  it  were  the 
gleaming  rails  of  the  Northern  Pacific  Rail- 
way. We  turned  our  horses  and  went  on  to- 
ward the  snow-covered  peaks  ahead. 

The  horses  moved  quietly,  one  behind  the 
other.  As  the  trail  rose  there  were  occasional 
stops  to  rest  them.  Women  who  had  hardly 
dared  to  look  out  of  a  third  storey  window 
found  themselves  on  a  bit  of  rocky  shelf,  with 
the  tops  of  the  tallest  trees  far  below.  The 
earth,  as  we  had  known  it,  was  falling  back. 
And  high  overhead  Howard  Eaton,  at  the 
head  of  the  procession,  was  sitting  on  his  big 
horse,  silhouetted  against  the  sky.  The  first 
day  was  to  be  an  easy  one — twelve  miles  and 
camp.  "Twelve  miles?"  said  the  experienced 
riders.     "Hardly  a  Sunday  morning  canter!" 

But  a  mountain  mile  is  a  real  mile.  Pos- 
sibly they  measure  from  peak  to  peak.  I  do 
not  know.  I  do  know  that  we  were  almost  six 
hours  making  that  twelve  miles,  and  that  for 
four  of  it  we  led  our  horses  down  a  moun- 
tain path  of  shale.  Knees  that  had  been 
fairly  serviceable  up  to  that  point  took  to 
knocking  together.  Riding-boots  ceased  to  be 
a  matter  of  pride,  and  emerged  skinned  and 
broken.  The  horses  slid  and  stumbled.  And 
luncheon   receded. 

Down  and  down  we  went.  Great  granite 
clips  of  red  and  blue  and  yellow  loomed 
across  the  valley,  but  no  luncheon.  We  were 
conscious  of  a  great  glow  of  mbving  blood 
through  long-stagnant  vessels,  deep  breaths 
of  clear  mountain  air,  a  camera  dropped  on 
the  trail,  a  stone  in  a  horse's  foot — but  no 
luncheon. 

Two  o'clock,  and  we  were  down.    The  nerv- 

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Our  Prosperity  and  Extravagance 


THE  PEOPLE  of  Canada  are  living- 
extravagantly.  There  can  be  no 
doubt  on  that  score  and  it  is  the 
one  feature  of  the  situation  which  causes 
uneasiness.  Business  is  remarkably  brisk, 
so  brisk  in  fact  that  the  extravagance  of 
the  public  is  to  some  extent  justified.  The 
danger  of  the  spending  orgy  into  which 
Canada  seems  to  have  plunged  lies  in  the 
fact  that  our  imports  are  growing  by 
leaps  and  bounds.  In  other  words  we  are 
sending  more  money  out  of  the  country 
than  we  should  in  time  of  war. 

Taking  the  figures  issued  by  the  De- 
partment of  Trade  and  Commerce  in  Oc- 
tober it  is  found  that  the  imports  for  the 
preceding  twelve  months  totaled  $716,- 
930,113,  as  against  $421,677,217  for  the 
previous  twelve  months.  This  is  approxi- 
mately $300,000,000  increase  and  the  total 
is  startling  enough  to  make  every  Cana- 
dian stop  and  think.  The  increase  is 
partly  explained  by  the  advance  in  prices 
— but  not  entirely.  After  due  allowance 
is  made  for  advancing  costs,  there  still 
remains  a  wide  margin  that  can  only  be 
explained  on  the  ground  of  larger  buying. 

Another  explanation  is  that  people  are 
demanding  quality  in  what  they  buy.  The 
"flush"  condition  of  the  average  house- 
hold purse  has  removed  the  scruples 
which  once  attached  to  buying  the  best. 
People  are  now  demanding  the  best  and 
are  quite  ready   to   pay  for  it. 

'T^HE  INCREASE  in  imports  is  reflect- 
-*■  ed,  of  course,  in  domestic  consump- 
tion. Manufacturers  cannot  turn  out  the 
goods  fast  enough  to  fill  their  orders. 
Wholesalers  are  in  the  same  case  and  the 
letail  merchant  is  so  busy  that  the  mere 
selling  of  goods  has  become  the  least  of 
his  troubles.  This,  of  course,  is  an  emi- 
nently satisfactory  state  of  affairs.  "Bet- 
ter business  than  usual"  is  a  motto  that 
will  help  to  win  the  war  as  it  means  in- 
creased circulation,  increased  production 
and  increased  optimism.  But  when  it 
leads  to  a  sudden  upleap  in  imports,  so 
large  that  our  favorable  balance  of  trade 
is  threatened,  it  becomes  evident  that 
prosperity  is  beginning  to  act  like  old 
wine.  It  is  time  to  call  a  halt.  We  can- 
not afford  any  further  enlargement  of 
our  buying  abroad.  The  war  situation 
demands  conservation. 

A  DISTURBING  factor  also  is  the  ad- 
-^*-  vance  in  living  costs.  The  most 
staple  articles  of  food  are  going  up  al- 
most to  prohibitory  prices.  Butter  and 
eggs  are  becoming  luxuries;  and  at  their 
present  rate  of  skyward  flight  will  soon 
be  found  only  on  the  tables  of  the  very 
rich.  Bread,  milk,  sugar,  everything  is 
volplaning  at  a  rate  that  spells  fortunes, 
perhaps,  for  a  lucky  few  and  privation  for 
the  many. 


The  advances  have  caused  a  cry  of 
"combine"  from  one  end  of  the  country  to 
the  other.  Newspapers  are  loudly  de- 
manding enquiries  and  their  columns  are 
full  of  suggestions  that,  for  the  most  part, 
are  so  unpractical  as  to  be  almost  ridicu- 
lous. The  explanation  after  all  is  not  so 
hard  to  find.  It  is  a  case  of  supply  and 
demand.  When  the  latter  exceeds  the 
former  prices  go  up.  Canada  cannot  sell 
so  much  to  Great  Britain  and  keep  prices 
down  at  home.  It  is  very  illogical  for  the 
farmer,  for  instance,  to  complain  of  the 
price  of  flour  when  he  is  getting  record 
prices  for  his  wheat.  The  city  man  has 
to  pay  the  high  price  of  bread  without 
the  consolation  that  the  farmer  has,  but 
then  he  is  probably  earning  more  than 
he  ever  did  before. 

It  is  not  intended  to  assert  that  the  pre- 
sent high  prices  are  justified.  It  is  not 
to  be  denied  that  some  men  are  making 
huge  fortunes  by  profiteering  at  the  ex- 
pense of  the  public.  With  our  present 
very  much  involved  systems  of  distribu- 
tion, however,  an  era  of  high  wages  and 


— Rogers  in  the  New  York  Herald. 
War  Prosperity. 

heavy  demand  is  bound  to  become  a  time 
of  high  prices.  A  policy  of  retrenchment 
only  on  the  part  of  the  public  would  brin? 
prices  down. 

In  the  meantime  it  should  be  possible  to 
evolve  some  measures  to  restrain  the  up- 
ward tendency;  but  any  discussion  of  the 
means  is  beyond  the  scope  of  this  article. 
The  fact  remains  that  the  high  cost  of 
living  is  the  most  striking  outward  mani- 
festation   of   the    present    prosperity   of 


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the  country.  People  who  were  not  en- 
joying a  measure  of  prosperity  could  not 
live  where  the  bare  necessities  of  life  were 
so  high. 

Yes,  Canada  is  prosperous.  Men  arc 
earning  wages  much  larger  than  ever  be- 
fore,  especially    those   engaged    in    work 


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on  munitions.  It  is  stated  as  a  fact  that 
some  men  on  piece  work  are  earning  $8 
and  $10  a  day  who  formerly  earned  little 
more  than  that  per  week.  Women  and 
girls  who  went  into  munition  work  for 
patriotic  reasons  are  in  many  cases  only 
too  glad  to  stay  for  purely  pecuniary  con- 
siderations. Their  earnings  are  supris- 
ing'y  substantial. 

The  measure  of  our  prosperity  will  be 
told  in  the  volume  of  Christmas  trade; 
and  it  bids  fair  to  be  enormous. 


A  Government  Bond 

qpHE  QUESTION  is  very  frequently 
-*■  asked  as  to  what  a  Government 
bond  actually  is.  "What  do  I  ger  for 
my  money?"  is  the  just  question  of  the 
uninitiated  investor. 

A  Government  bond  is  a  promise  on  the 
part  of  a  Government  to  pay  a  definite 
amount  on  a  specified  date  and  likewise  to 
pay  at  regular  intervals  throughout  the 
term  interest  at  a  stated  rate.  .  This  pro- 
mise takes  the  form  of  a  bond  which  re- 
sembles somewhat  a  promissory  note  and 
which  bears  the  seal  of  the  Government 
.and  the  signatures  of  certain  officials.  It 
states  the  exact  amount  that  the  Govern- 
ment will  pay  the  holder  and  the  day 
when  the  payment  will  be  made.  At  the 
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from  one  to  thirty  years,  the  holder  can 
present  it  to  the  Government  for  pay- 
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the  bank  for  collection. 

Attached  to  the  bond  are  coupons. 
There  is  a  coupon  for  each  interest  pay- 
ment due  from  the  time  the  bond  is  pur- 
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has  eight  full  years  to  run  and  interest  is 
payable  half  yearly.  There  will  be  six- 
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the  bond  is  a  $1,000,  5  per  cent,  bond,  the 
holder  will  get  $25  each  six  months  when 
he  presents  his  coupon.  At  the  date  of 
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coupon  which  will  be  due  at  the  same  time. 
The  coupons,  as  they  fall  due,  are  cut  off 
and  can  be  presented  to  the  Government 
for  payment,  or  simply  deposited  at  the 
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Government  bonds  are  secured  by  the 
credit  of  the  Government  and  its  power 
to  levy  taxes  on  all  taxable  property. 
Only  by  a  nation  going  bankrupt  would 
payments  on  a  Government  bond  be  de- 
faulted. It  follows  that  a  Government 
bond  is  perhaps  the  safest  investment 
that  can  be  found,  provided,  of  course, 
that  the  Government  issuing  it  is  not  an 
ephemeral  Central  American  republic  or 
an  impoverished  kingdom  on  the  slopes 
of  the  Balkans. 

Bonds  are  mostly  sold  in  units  of  $1,000, 
though  as  low  as  $100  can  sometimes  be 
bought.  They  are  highly  negotiable  and 
can  be  converted  into  cash  at  almost  any 
time.  Loans  can  also  be  secured  on  them 
from  banks  or  loan  companies,  as  they 
constitute  the  most  satisfactory  form  of 
collateral. 


A  Six  Per  Cent.  Bond 

1.  Edmonton,  Alta.,  Dec.  1. — "I  have  just 
disposed  of  some  E.D.  bonds  and  have  some 
money  on  hand  that  I  want  to  place  at  a 
good  return  but  with  the  best  security.  Can 
you  recommend  anything  in  the  way  of  good 
6  per  cent,  bonds?" 

Answer. — It  is  not  a  difficult  matter  to  se- 
cure bonds  that  will  yield  from  6  per  cent, 
to  7  per  cent.,  and  the  element  of  risk  in  no 
case  is  large.  The  best  bonds,  however,  yield 
from  5  per  cent,  to  BV4  per  cent.  We  would 
suggest  that  you  endeavor  to  secure  munici- 
pal bonds  as  close  home  as  possible.  You 
can  secure,  for  instance,  6  per  cent,  gold 
bonds  issued  by  the  city  of  Edmonton  at  a 
price  which  will  yield  close  to  6  per  cent. 
As  a  resident  of  Edmonton,  you  will  be  able 
to  appreciate  the  surety  of  this   investment. 

Russian  War  Loans 

Toronto,  Nov.  26. — "Would  you  recommend 
placing  funds  in  Russian  war  loans?  The 
return  is  very  attractive,  but  how  about  se- 
curity?" 

Answer. — We  would  not,  of  course,  recom- 
mend Russian  internal  loans,  as  they  are 
payable  in  Russia  and  will  be  subject  to  any 
ta.xes  on  investments  that  the  Imperial  Gov- 
ernment sees  fit  to  levy.  It  is  a  fact  that 
there  has  been  considerable  buying  of  inter- 
nal loans,  both  in  this  country  and  the  Unit- 
ed States,  but  it  has  been  largely  specula- 
tive. On  external  loans  this  point  does 
not  apply,  as  they  are  payable  at  London, 
New  York,  or  some  point  outside  of  Russia, 
and  are  not  subject  to  any  tax.  The  yield,  as 
you  say,  is  attractive,  but  the  speculative  ele- 
ment enters  in  again  here  owingi  to  the  un- 
certainty of  exchange.  On  the  whole.  Rus- 
sian external  loans  offer  a  large  yield  and 
there  does  not  seem  to  be  reason  to  doubt 
the  ability  of  the  Czar's  Government  to  meet 
its  obligations. 

United  Kingdom 

3.  Hamilton,  Nov.  27. — "I  have  an  oppor- 
tunity to  place  some  money  in  United  King- 
doms (war  loans)  which  I  understand  are 
.secured  in  New  York.  Can  you  explain  this 
to  me?" 

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deposited  by  the  British  Government  with  a 
trustee  in  New  York.  The  collateral  placed 
equals  $1.20  of  the  par  value  and  this  pro- 
portion will  be  maintained  until  the  date  of 
retirement  ajjainst  any  increases  in  the  mar- 
ket  value.      The   security   is,  therefore,  most 


exceptional.  The  securities  are  placed  in  New 
York  as  the  oflFering  is  made  on  the  Ameri- 
can market.  The  yield,  which  at  present  quo- 
tation, will  be  about  6.8  per  cent.,  is  so  good 
that  the  investment  can  be  regarded  as  » 
gilt-edged  one  in  every  sense  of  the  word. 


Jordon  is  a  Hard  Road 

Continued  from  page  12. 


and  went  quickly  into  the  room  from 
which  she  had  come. 

From  the  hallway  Minden  heard  the 
blinds  pulled  down,  and  presently  a  light- 
ed lamp  was  placed  on  the  round  centre- 
table  which  held  a  Bible  and  a  photo- 
graph album. 

"She'll  scratch — maybe  bite,"  he  said 
to  himself,  "but  she's  all  right.  She  only 
wants  handling.  I've  got  to  get  what  I 
come  for." 

Presently  the  set,  assertive  figure  of 
the  woman  made  its  appearance  again. 
"You  can  come  in  now,"  she  said  with  no 
kindness  in  her  voice. 

DETERMINED  goodness  was  written 
in  her  face.  Her  forehead  was  a  little 
too  high  for  generosity,  a  little  too  nar- 
row for  benevolence,  yet  from  the  some- 
what peaked  crown  to  the  watchful  brown 
eyes  there  were  veneration  and  will  quiet- 
ly enthroned.  Precision,  routine,  sober 
neatness  marked  everything  she  was  and 
everything  she  did.  Her  hair  carefully 
crimped  and  partially  covering  her  ears 
showed  some  acute  strain  of  vanity  still 
actively  alive.  The  big  cameo  brooch  at 
her  throat  suggested  an  acquired  social 
position  which  lay  between,  say,  the  seam- 
stress and  the  druggist  or  perhaps  the 
girl  clerk  and  the  big  storekeeper.  She 
was  dressed  as  though  "prepared  for  com- 
pany," as  the  Askatoon  people  called  it; 
yet  it  was  only  part  of  her  regular  life 
and  custom.  She  was  always  "prepared 
for  company."  She  washed  dishes  with  a 
cloth  tied  to  the  end  of  a  stick,  she  made 
fires  with  gloves  on.  She  was  the  very 
pattern  of  precision. 

There  was  something  forbidding  about 
her  and  yet  something  also  which  made 
Minden's  eyes  light  up  with  satisfaction. 
He  had  seen  her  several  times  since  he 
came  to  Askatoon,  but  nearly  always  at  a 
distance.  Once  or  twice  he  had  pas.sed 
her  in  the  street,  but  she  had  given  him 
no  chance  of  addressing  her.  Once  he 
'(  went  to  the  Methodist  meeting-house  on 
the  chance  of  seeing  her.  She  had.  how- 
ever, only  come  for  the  prayer-meeting, 
not  for  the  regular  service  beforehand; 
and  as  it  was  not  for  him  to  stay  to  the 
prayer-meeting  he  had  had  only  a  glimpse 
of  her  as  she  went  softly  yet  austerely  to 
her  pew,  the  position  of  which  accurately 
defined  her  social  status  in  Askatoon. 

Bill  had  never  till  now  got  her  abso- 
lutely into  his  eye  since  his  arrival  in 
Askatoon.  A  wonderful  shining  look  of 
approval  came  into  his  face,  as  he  took 
her  all  in  with  the  trained  eye  of  one  who 
had  so  much  lived  by  its  training,  by  the 
deftness  of  the  hand  and  the  courage  of 
the  mind. 

"What  do  you  want?"  she  asked,  look- 
ing at  him  steadfastly  now. 

He  shrugged  his  huge  shoulders  good- 
humoredly.  "You  know,  when  you  say 
that  in  the  light  like  this  it  sounds  shar-i- 
er  than  when  you  said  it  in  the  dark. 
Couldn't  you  turn  down  the  lamp  a  bit? 
I'd  like  to  hear  you  talk,"  he  added.     "I 


haven't  heard  your  voice  for  twenty-two 
years.  I  don't  think  it's  changed  any; 
but  if  you  wasn't  so  religious  and  so 
particular,  I'd  say  you'd  more  bones  in 
your  stays  than  you  used  to — a  bit  stiff. 
Missus,  a  bit  stiff  to  an  old  friend." 

A  slight  flush  passed  over  her  face.  She 
resented  the  reference  to  her  stays,  but 
she  waved  her  hand  vaguely  into  the  space 
around  her,  as  it  were,  and  said  "Where 
be  you  goin'  to  sit?" 

I_I  E  LOOKED  at  the  horse-hair  sofa 
•^  -*■  which  had  as  little  attraction  for 
him  as  it  had  for  the  pretty  school- 
teacher, Cora,  whose  clothes  and  the 
wearing  of  whose  clothes  suggested  taste, 
and  he  shook  his  head. 

"I'd  like  the  rocker,  if  I  could  take  the 
lace  curtin  off  it,"  he  said  pointing  to  the 
crochet-work  antimacassar  covering  the 
back  of  the  rocking-chair. 

"Oh,  it  washes,"  she  answered  drily, 
"and  I  see  you  don't  oil  your  hair!  Leave 
it  be." 

lie  beamed  over  her,  grinned  broadly, 
and  lowered  himself  comfortably  into  the 
capacious  rocker.  "Say,  you've  kep'  your 
word  'Liza  Finley,"  he  said  presently. 
"My  gracious  goodness,  yes,  you've  kep' 
your  word.  You  earned  them  three  thou- 
sand dollars — you  earned  them,  and  three 
times  three  thousand  dollars  you  earned. 
My,  what  you've  gone  and  done  and  been 
to  that  girl— to  that  blessed  babe  I  put 
into  your  arms  twenty- two  years  ago!" 

"It  wasn't  hard  to  do  my  duty  by  her. 
If  you  have  a  daughter  you  do  your  duty 
by  her,"  said  the  other  with  a  face  that 
relaxed  somewhat,  but  with  underlying 
antagonism  in  her  tone. 

The  good-natured  smile  died  away  from 
Minden's  lips.  "You  needn't  rub  it  in," 
he  said  huskily.  "'Course  she's  your 
daughter.  I  give  her  to  you  twenty-two 
years  ago,  because  I  was  a  law-breaker, 
an'  her  mother  was  dead,  an'  I  knew  I 
never  could  run  straight,  an'  I  couldn't 
bring  her  up  proper.  I  give  her  to  you 
because  I  couldn't  bear  that  when  she 
grew  up  she'd  know  that  her  father  was 
what  he  was  going  to  be — a  jail-bird.  I 
knew  it  had  to  come,  an'  it  did.  So  I 
give  her  to  you  an'  your  Steve  with  the 
last  money  I  had — three  thousand  it  was 
• — for  you  to  love  her  an'  bring  her  up  to 
be  yours  evermore.  An'  you  done  it  be- 
cause you  had  no  child  of  your  own,  an' 
you  wanted  one  an'  Steve  wanted  one,  an' 
you  couldn't  give  him  one.  It  looked  as 
if  my  wife  died  just  to  give  you  hers. 
Mebbe  that's  how  it  was,  for  though  she 
had  a  wide  mind  she  couldn't  have  lived 
with  me  without  having  her  pride  hurt. 
An'  I've  kep'  away  from  you,  an'  I've  kep' 
my  word  for  twenty-two  years  —  now, 
haven't  I?  An'  ain't  she  a  flower  of  the 
prairie?  Ain't  she  worth  all  you've  done 
for  her,  'Liza  Finley?  You  look  like  a 
graven  image,  but  you've  got  the  heart 
the  mother  of  Moses  didn't  have;  you've 
got  the  heart  of  Pharaoh's  daughter." 

She  made  a  sharp  effort  to  stand  him 


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off.  "You  had  no  business  to  come; 
you've  broken  your  word;  you've  got  no 
rights  here.  Cora  believes  she's  my 
child,  and  mebbe  I  love  her  better  than 
any  child  I  might  have  had,  just  because 
she  had  no  mother  of  her  own,  and  my 
duty  said  I  must  be  more  partic'ler  for 
her  because  she  was  a  trust.  When  she 
come  back  from  school  and  told  about  a 
strange  man  speaking  to  her  the  first 
day  you  come  to  Askatoon,  I  knew  it  was 
you.  You  can  make  up  your  mind" — 
again  her  lips  became  set,  her  face  hard- 
ened, her  figure  stiffened — "you  can  make 
up  your  mind  you're  not  going  to  have 
her." 

IVyf  INDEN  half  rose  from  his  seat,  but 
■'■^■*-  fell  back  with  a  helpless  outward 
gesture.  "What  are  you  talkin'  about?" 
he  protested.  "D'you  think  I  don't  know 
what's  good  for  her?  I've  been  in  jail 
three  times  since  I  handed  her  over  to  you. 
You've  brought  her  up  like  a  lady — like  a 
lady;  you've  give  her  a  good  schoolin', 
you've  made  her  the  choice  and  special 
fruit  of  this  here  garden.  D'you  think 
I'm  not  proud  of  it  an'  of  her  an'  of  what 
you've  done?'  Do  you  think  I  don't  sit 
right  down  and  say,  'Bill  Minden,  you 
done  the  right  thing  when,  bein'  sure  you 
was  goin'  to  the  devil,  you  put  your  little 
gal  on  the  heavenly  path'?" 

"What  have  you  come  here  for,  then?" 
persisted  the  apprehensive  woman,  not  re- 
laxing her  rigidity. 

He  waved  an  ingratiating  hand  to  her. 
"Haven't  I  told  you?  Just  to  look  at  her 
an'  be  near  her;  just  to  see  what  Bill 
Minden  himself  might  ha'  been  if  he'd 
took  it  in  his  head  to  go  right  at  the  start. 
'Liza  Finley,  I've  got  a  good  heart  an'  I've 
got  a  good  head,  an'  my  feelings  belong  to 
the  holy  way,  but  my  tastes  and  habits  get 
loose  en  route  an' " 

"On  the  broad  path  that  leadeth  to  de- 
struction," she  interjected  in  dull  and 
broken  accents. 

He  would  not  be  provoked.  "I  tell  you, 
'Liza  Finley,  I  understand  every  holy 
feeling  you've  got  an'  that  my  girl's  got." 

Again  she  protested.  "Not  your  girl, 
but  my  girl,  that  for  twenty-two  years 
I've  cared  for,  from  the  day  I  unpinned 
her  and  put  her  in  her  cot  till  now  when 
I  tuck  her  in  at  night,  and  she  says  'Bless 
you,  mammy'!" 

TV^'INDEN'S  eyes  blinked.  As  he  him- 
^^'^  self  said,  he  had  a  good  heart.  "I 
know  all  that,"  he  remarked.  "You  don't 
need  to  say  it.  But  I'm  getting  old  and 
lonely  an'  .sick  of  the  broad,  stony  high- 
way. I  want  peace.  I've  got  enough 
money  to  keep  me  till  the  end  of  the 
trail,  an' " 

"But  how  did  you  get  the  money?"  she 
interjected  scornfully.  "How  did  you 
come  by  it?  Do  you  think  an  honest  girl 
or  any  honest  man  or  woman  would  share 
your  stealings?" 

"Don't  be  so  hard,"  Bill  replied  sooth- 
ingly. "You  don't  know  how  I  got  it; 
and  anyway  your  own  Methodis'  church 
took  two  hundred  dollars  of  it  the  other 
day  for  the  new  organ,  an'  the  Baptists 
an'  the  Presbyterians  an'  the  Holy  Ro- 
mans have  took  what  I  give  them,  to  say 
nothing  of  the  hospitals  an'  the  charity 
plants.  They  all  grab  it,  however  I  got 
it;  an'  anyway  ain't  it  right  they  should? 
If  it  was  got  dishonest,  why  not  give  it  to 
honest  people,  to  the  good  people,  to  the 
prayer-people?     See  here,   'Liza   Finley, 


what  I've  got  I've  got,  an'  it  can't  be  give 
back.  What's  the  good  of  trying  to  give 
back  a  lot  of  money  to  a  lot  of  people  that 
robbed  a  lot  of  other  people,  that  stole 
from  their  bosom  friends,  that  burgled 
their  grandmothers!  Don't  you  see  you 
can't  trace  back  the  origin  of  what  I've 
got?" 

Mrs.  Finley  shook  her  head  in  repudia- 
tion. "Suppose  they  all  were  thieves  way 
back  to  Adam,  that's  no  excuso  why  you 
should  be  a  thief  in  the  sight  o'  the  Lord." 

Minden  scratched  his  head,  smacked 
his  lips,  then  grinned  broadly.  "Say, 
you've  got  me — like  a  piece  of  toast  on 
a  fork;  but  don't  you  see  that's  a  bill 
I've  got  to  settle  myself,  and  doa't  you 
see  that's  a  bill  that  I  am  seitbn'  my- 
self! Because  of  what  I  done,  it  ain't 
for  me  to  have  the  one  thing  that's  worth 
living  for,  the  one  thing  that  I've  got 
pride  in,  the  one  thing  that'd  make  my 
old  age  peaceable  if  not  pious — my  little 
darlin'  girl.  That's  what  I  pay.  Missus, 
and  by  gosh ! — I  beg  your  pardon,  I  ain't 
goin'  to  swear — that's  what  I  pay  an' 
have  got  to  keep  on  paying'." 

"If  you  was  only  a  good  man,"  she  re- 
marked, her  features  relaxing  now,  "if 
you  only  had  religion,  if  you'd  only  found 
grace  and  the  Spirit  had  entered  into 
you,  why  then " 

"DUT  now  he  interrupted  with  a  swift 
-'-'  wave  of  his  capacious  hand.  "No,  no, 
no !  What  you  say  now  makes  me  see 
I  care  for  her  ten  times  as  much  as  you 
do.  D'you  think  that  if  I  riz'  up  from 
the  anxious  seat  to-morrow,  an'  said, 
'I've  found  it,  I've  found  it,  I've  got  re- 
ligion, I'm  saved!' — do  you  think  that'd 
make  any  difference?  No,  no,  not  any. 
My  gal,  my  little  gal,  gosh  Almighty! — 
I  beg  your  pardon  twice — no,  she  ain't 
never  to  know  that  Bill  Minden  that's 
done  time,  that  Bill  Minden  who's  plenty 
notorious,  is  her  father.  She's  got  to 
think  always  that  Steve,  and  'Liza  Fin- 
ley was  her  father  and  her  mother;  she's 
got  to  have  a  clean  family  history.  She's 
too  good  to  be  tarred  by  me.  I  know  my 
place.  I  tell  you  I  know  my  place,  an' 
I'm  up  against  the  everlastin'  fact  that 
I  got  to  die  without  her  saying  to  me 
once,  even  once,  'Father!'  Don't  you  be 
so  hard.  You're  good,  but  don't  you  be 
so  shy  about  givin'  the  glad  hand  to  them 
that  can't  never  say,  'The  Lord  is  my 
Shepherd  and  I  shall  not  want.'  I  b'long 
to  them  that'll  have  to  go  on  wantin'  and 
not  gettin'." 

Now  there  was  a  faint  tremor  of  the 
woman's  lips.  She  was  .<?uddenly  lost  in 
the  atmosphere  of  a  bigger  world  than 
she  had  ever  known.  "If  you  don't  want 
to  take  her  away,  what  is  it  you  do 
want?"  she  asked  helplessly. 

He  leaned  forward  towards  her  eagerly. 
"I'd  like  to  be  able  to  come  here  sometimes, 
to  make  friends  with  you  and  her — not 
bosom  friends,  not  like  peas  in  the  same 
social  pod,  but  a  bad  man  with  a  good 
heart  that  you  was  bein'  kind  to.  That 
would  be  enough  for  me — just  to  be  near 
her,  to  watch  her,  to  see  her  look  this 
way  and  that,  an'  speak  this  how  an' 
that  how,  an'  doin'  the  little  things  that 
show  a  woman  off.  That's  why  I'm  goin' 
to  be  school  trustee,  that's  why  I'm  goin' 
to  be  mayor,  if  I  can,  just  to  make  me 
look  a  bit  all  right  in  her  eyes.  'Liza 
Finley.  I've  talked  to  you  more  to-night 
than  I've  ever  talked  for  thirty  years, 
an'  Ive  let  myself  go  because  I  couldn't 


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hold  in  any  longer.  Now  what  are  you 
going  to  do  about  it?" 

He  looked  round  the  room  with  almost 
hungry  eyes.  "I  ain't  had  a  home  for 
twenty-two  year.s,"  he  went  on.  "I've 
lived  inside  any  old  house  an'  in  any  old 
room  without  reg'lar  standin'  anywhere; 
just  payin',  payin',  payin'  for  anythin'  I 
ever  got;  payin'  for  kindness  just  as  I 
paid  for  a  corn-husk  bed,  or  milk,  or  old 
Rye,  or  a  week's  washin'.  I'd  like  a  home 
same  as  this — well,  maybe  not  the  same 
as  this  every  way,  for  I  don't  need  car- 
pets and  antimacassars;  but  still  just  a 
pleasant  place  same's  this,  where  I'd  sit 
down  an'  spread  out  my  feet  an'  look 
round  an'  say,  'Now,  girls,  anything  you 
want  to  make  this  home  happy  is 
yours.'  " 

•\/rRS.  FINLEY  rose  to  her  feet  in  an 
•^^•^igitation  she  could  not  conceal.  "I've 
got  to  think  it  over,"  she  said,  "and  I 
can't  think  right  with  you  sittin'  there 
talking.  The  way  you  talk  you  could 
almost  make  the  mountains  get  up  and 
walk;  but  I've  got  to  do  my  duty.  I'm  a 
Christian,  I'm  a  class-leader,  I've  got  re- 
ligion, and  I  don't  want  any  traffic  in 
unrighteousness." 

"The  world  wouldn't  be  saved  if  the 
good  people  didn't  look  after  the  bad," 
remarked  Minden  shrewdly. 

The  woman  picked  at  her  skirt  ner- 
vously—  it  was  strange  how  this  man 
moved  her.  "Cora'll  be  back  in  a  minute," 
she  said  anxiously.  "It's  almost  her 
time,  and  I  don't  want  you  here  when  she 
comes." 

Minden  nodded,  and  rose  slowly  from 
the  rocking-chair,  the  antimacassar  cling- 
ing to  his  shoulders.  Mrs.  Finley  step- 
ped quickly  to  him  and  relieved  him  of 
the  ludicrous  burden.  As  she  did  so,  Bill 
caught  her  hand,  and  spoke  quickly 

"You  saw  your  duty  clear  when  you 
took  my  gal  from  me  an'  made  your 
bond,  which  you've  kept  like  a  Christian 
of  the  caticombs.  Well,  you'll  see  your 
duty  again  just  as  I  saw  it  for  you 
twenty-two  years  ago.  You  know  that 
dandy  hymn,  'For  I  can  read  my  title 
clear  to  mansions  in  the  skies?'  Well, 
you've  got  a  clear  title  for  that  sky-gal 
that  once  was  mine.  She's  yours  for- 
ever;.she  loves  you;  an'  all  I  want  is  a 
little  reservation  on  the  prairie-land  your 
title  covers.  You  can  dole  out  the  ra- 
tions— an'  don't  be  stingy,  'Liza  Finley." 

"I  have  got  to  pray  over  it — that's  a 
fact,"  she  answered.  "I've  got  to  take 
it  to  the  throne  of  grace." 

Bill  shrugged  his  shoulders.  "Well, 
in  these  days  the  Throne  stoops  kindly  to 
democracy  an'  I'll  take  my  chance,"  he 
said  as  he  put  on  his  hat. 

It  sounded  as  though  he  were  making 
light  of  sacred  things,  but  Mrs.  Finley 
did  not  misunderstand;  it  was  only  "the 
manner  o'  speakin'  "  of  the  country. 

"You  must  go,"  she  urged.  "Cora'll 
be  here  any  minute  now;  but  I'll  let  you 
know,  I'll  truly  let  you  know  what  the 
Lord  tells  me  to  do." 

Three  minutes  later,  on  opposite  sides 
of  the  street  Bill  Minden  and  his  daugh- 
ter passed  each  other;  but,  unlike  ships 
that  pass  in  the  night,  they  did  not 
speak  each  other  in  passing.  It  was 
too  dark  for  Cora  to  see  who  it  was, 
though  her  father  knew,  and  he  listened 
to  her  footsteps  till  he  could  hear  them  no 
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IN  the  course  of  an  article  in  The  Nine- 
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ly publisiied  in  Germany  from  the  pen  of 
Dr.  Friedrich  Naumann,  on  "Mitteleuropa." 
Dr.  Naumann  is  one  of  the  leading  econo- 
mical writers  in  Germany  and  his  book  dis- 
plays a  broadness  of  viewpoint  and  a  lack 
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empire  in  Central  Europe.  Mr.  Marriott's 
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cepting the  recommendations  of  the  Paris 
Conference,  whether  they  be  collectivists  or 
individualists,  Free  Traders  or  Protectionists, 
Little  Englanders  or  Imperialists,  I  would 
venture  respectfully  to  recommend  a  care- 
ful perusal  of  Dr.  Friedrich  Naumann's  re- 
markable work  on  Mitteleuropa.  The  book  is 
now  available  in  an  admirable  English  trans- 
lation, and  I  do  not  hesitate  to  say  that  it 
deserves  the  close  attention  of  everyone  who 
desires  to  form  an  independent  judgment  as 
to  the  policy,  economic  and  political,  which  in 
the  immediate  future  this  country  ought  to 
pursue.  Dr.  Naumann  is  no  excitable  Chau- 
vinist; no  arrogant  Pan-German.  On  the 
contrary,  he  writes  with  the  studied  moder- 
ation, detachment,  and  candour  of  a  scien- 
tific historian  and  economist.  He  makes 
no  attempt  to  gloze  over  the  faults  and  short- 
comings of  his  fellow-countrymen.  He  admits 
for  example,  that  Austria-Hungary  has  been 
much  more  sympathetic  and  successful  in 
handling  the  problem  of  "nationalities"  than 
has  Germiiny;  th-it  both  in  Alsace-Lorraine 
and  in  Schleswig-Holstein,  "a  great  deal  that 
was  mean  and  of  which  we  are  ashamed  has 
been  done  in  the  name  of  Germanism"  (p. 
78) ;  that  in  Poland,  Prussian  policy  has  only 
very  partially  succeeded. 

Prussia  (he  writes  in  a  brilliant  pas- 
sage) took  compulsion  in  one  hand  and  ma- 
terial prosperity  in  the  other,  and  de- 
manded mental  adhesion  in  exchange.  She 
brought  about  much  material  good,  but 
discovered  no  way  to  the  heart  of  the  Pol- 
ish people  .  .  .  The  German  schools  have 
made  (the  Poles)  useful  and  industrially 
capable  bi-linguists,  but  not  German 
(pages  79-80). 

Again  he  analyzes  with  relentless  accur- 
acy the  causes  of  the  comparative  failure  of 
German  colonies. 

The  modern  Germans,  he  writes  (page 
91),  almost  everywhere  in  the  world  are 
unfortunately  bad  Germanizers.  In  my 
opinion,  (he  adds  with  some  naivete.)  this 
is  a  result  of  our  best  qualities.  We  are 
thinkers,  men  of  understanding,  engineers, 
organizers,  successful  prosaic  people,  per- 
fect apparatus,  invaluable  voluntary  parts 
of  a  machine;  but  just  on  this  account 
strange  to  the  children  of  nature  and  to 
average  nations.  .  .  .  The  same  ability 
which  opens  the  markets  of  the  world  to 
us  and  makes  our  armies  victorious,  closes 
to  us  the  hearts  of  those  who  are  climb- 
ing up  out  of  the  mist.  Hence,  in  distant 
parts  of  the  earth,  too,  we  make  only  pas- 
sably good  colonists. 

He  is  frank,  too,  in  his  recognition  of  the 
causes  which  have  made  for  the  success  of 
the  British  Empire,  and  fully  admits  the 
blunder  which  led  Germans  to  anticipate  its 
dissolution  on  the  outbreak  of  war. 

The  war  has  shown  that  loose  threads, 
when  they  are  properly  put  together,  can 
hold  fast.  The  (British)  Empire  geogra- 
phically so  varied  .  .  .  has  remained  a 
unity.  There  may  be  shocks  in  India  or 
Egypt.  .  .  .  But  a  flexible  administrative 
skill  reacts  even  on  the  entirely  foreign 
races,  the  subjugated  masses  of  the  Asia- 
tic and  African  territories,  and  always 
successfully  postpones  ag-nin  the  moment 
of  danger  (page  184). 


He  deplores  the  absence  of  elasticity 
among  Germans:  of 

that  flexible  skill  which  we  find  in  three 
different  forms  amongst  Russians,  Eng- 
lish, and  Americans.  We  are  somewhat 
hard,  masterful,  taciturn,  have  but  little 
patience  for  our  slower  fellow  creatures, 
and  demand  that  things  shall  be  done  pre- 
cisely as  we  wish.  AH  this  has  its  good 
side,  but  in  order  to  be  a  leading,  direct- 
ing, economic  nation  some  sort  of  interna- 
tional oil  is  needed,  the  art,  the  great  art 
of  managing  men,  sympathy  with  others, 
the  power  to  enter  into  their  nature  and 
aims.  Scientifically  we  can  accomplish  the 
thing  irreproachably  .  .  .  but  practically 
we  have  not  seldom  been  schoolmasters  of 
the  old  style,  or  non-commissioned  officers 
with  pencil  and  moustachios  .  .  .  hence 
aften  rude  and  insolent  from  want  of  self- 
confidence   (page  196). 

Obversely,  he  makes  the  significant  ac- 
knowledgment that  the  English  were  "not 
illiberal  in  the  exercise  of  their  power  dur- 
ing the  years  of  peace,"  and  he  pays  a  re- 
markable tribute  to  the  solidarity  of  the  Bri- 
tish Empire. 

One  of  the  facts  that  have  become  evi- 
dent in  the  war  is  that  Australia.  South 
Africa,  and  Canada,  are  English  in  will 
and  feeling  .  .  .  after  the  war  they  will 
not  demand  separation  from  Great  Britain, 
but  an  increasing  co-operation  in  the  man- 
agement of  the  Empire.  .  .  .  Out  of  a  col- 
onising country  will  develop  a  state  of  in- 
comparable self-sufficiency  as  regards  agri- 
culture and  raw  material,  and  with  its  own 
developing  industries. 

If  Dr.  Naumann  be,  as  Professor  Ashley 
assures  us,  "probably  the  most  widely  read 
political  writer  in  Germany,"  the  people  of 
that  country  must  by  now  be  suffering  cruel 
disillusionment.  But  the  passages  so  far  se- 
lected for  quotation  may  be  regarded  as 
obiter  dicta;  it  is  time  to  examine  the  capi- 
tal  thesis  of  the  book. 

Like  the  late  Sir  John  Seeley,  Dr.  Nau- 
mann holds  that  the  day  of  the  small  state 
is  over;  that  the  world-contest  of  the  future 
will  lie  between  a  very  few  great  Empires, 
such  as  those  of  Britain,  Russia,  and  the 
United  States  of  America.  Can  Germany 
hope  to  hold  its  own  in  such  a  contest?  It 
is  impossible.  "Prussia  is  too  small,  and  Ger- 
many is  too  small,  and  Austria  too  small, 
and  Hungary  too  small.  No  single  state  of 
this  kind  can  survive  a  world-war."  In  or- 
der to  survive  it  is  absolutely  necessary  that 
a  Mitteleuropa  should  be  evolved,  or  rather 
created.  For  it  would  be  an  artificial  pro- 
duct, not  a  natural  growth.  On  this  point 
Dr.  Naumann  is  under  no  illusions.  '  Nor 
does  he  imagine  that  the  task  of  creating  it 
would  be  easy.  On  the  contrary  there  are 
many  obstacles  to  overcome,  even  if  the  new 
super-state  should  include  only  Germany, 
Austria  and  Hungary;  much  more  if  Den- 
mark, Holland,  Belgium,  Switzerland,  or  any 
of  the  Balkan  States  were  to  be  included. 
Discussion  as  to  the  limits  of  the  new  Mit- 
teleuropa  is,  however,  declined  by  Dr.  Nau- 
mann. He  states  the  problem  only  in  its 
simplest  terms,  and  even  so  finds  it  suffici- 
ently difficult  of  solution.  For  the  forma- 
tion of  Mitteleuropa  will  be  opposed  from 
many  quarters  and  by  almost  all  parties:  on 
the  one  hand  by  the  old  Prussian  or  Klein- 
deutsch  party,  who  in  the  days  of  the  Frank- 
fort Parliament  (1848-49)  strongly  resisted 
the  inclusion  of  Austria  in  the  proposed  Ger- 
man Empire;  on  the  other  by  the  "Great 
Germans,"  who  would  favor  the  inclusion  of 
"German"  Austria,  but  not  the  "foreign" 
provinces  subject  to  the  Hapsburg  Emperor; 
and  not  least  by  middle-class  Liberal  capi- 
talists who  would  regard  an  economic  union 
with  States  relatively  backward  as  likely  to 
impose  a  drag  upon  the  commercial  and  fin- 
ancial progress  of  Germany. 

But  if  the  formation  of  Mitteleuropa  is 
likely  to  evoke  opposition  in  Germany,  still 
more  certain  is  the  hostility  of  Austria-Hun- 
gary. The  Slavonic,  Rouman,  and  Magyar 
subjects  of  the  Austrian  Emneror  are  unit- 
ed only  in  their  dislike  of  the  Teuton,  and 
Naumann  does  not  attempt  to  disguise  the 


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,et.  Nevertheless  he  holds  that  Mitteleuropa 
lust,  and  will,  come  into  existence,  simply  be- 
ause  without  it  none  of  the  constituent  ele- 
lents  would  have  a  chance  of  surviving  in 
ompetition  with  the  great  world-Empires 
Up   Great   Britain   and   Russia. 

Assuming,   then,   that  Mitteleuropa  is  cer- 

nii,    because    inevitable,    it    is    important   to 

Piuehend    the    form    which    it    will    assume. 

ir.    Naumann   has   nothing  in   common   with 

he   Pan-German   party.      There   is   to   be   no 

olitical  absorption;   none  of  the  constituent 

tales  are  to  suffer  any  diminution  of  their 

jvoreign  authority;   Central  Europe  is  to  be 

uilt  up  by  means  of  treaties  freely  conclud- 

(1  between   States  which  are  absolutely  sov- 

roi^n;    it  will  have  no  concern  with  eeclesi- 

^'ieal   affairs;    with   education;    with   langu- 

questions;    with    electoral    qualifications, 

:he   rights  of   Kings  or   Parliaments   res- 

ively.    It  is  to  be  a  super-State,  organized 

I   unit   for   war  and   for  commercial    and 

il   purposes,  but  in  all   else  consisting  of 

ral,   perhaps    many,   independent     sovor- 

rnties.  On  this  point  Dr.  Naumann  is  ex- 
licit:  "To  what,"  he  asks,  "shall  these  neigh- 
oring  States"  (which  he  carefully  refrains 
rem   enumerating)    "join    themselves?"   "To 

military  union  and  an  economic  union,"  he 
nswers,  "everything  else  is  superfluous  and 
ence  harmful." 

It  is  impossible  within  the  limits  of  a  sin 
le  article  to  examine  in  detail  the  argu- 
lents  with  which  Dr.  Naumann  defends  an<i 
aborates  the  main  thesis  of  his  profoundly 
iteresting  and  suggestive  work.  Both  his 
rgument  and  his  conclusion  afford  indirect 
!stimony  to  the  high  estimate  which  Dr. 
aumann  has  clearly  formed  of  the  forces 
>  which  Central  Europe  will  find  itself  op- 
osed.  What  neither  he  nor  any  other  Ger- 
lan  can  perceive,  or  at  any  rate  admit,  is 
lat  if  the  war  party  could  have  been  held 
I  check  for  a  few  years  longer,  Germany 
ould  have  obtained  by  the  process  of  neace- 
il  penetration  far  more  than  she  could  ever 
ave  hoped  to  get  by  the  most  successful  war. 
s  things  are,  the  case  put  forward  by  Nau- 
ann  for  an  economic  union  of  the  Central 
mpires  would  appear  to  be  unanswerable. 

It  IS,  then,  by  Mitteleuropa  that  the  En- 
•nte  Allies  must  expect,  after  the  war,  to 
confronted.  The  new  super-State,  or  the 
redominant  partner  in  the  new  firm,  is  al- 
sady,  by  Nauminn's  admission,  accumulat- 
ig  munitions  for  the  economic  "push."  Every 
ove  in  the  strategical  plan  of  campaign  is 
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dition  of  winter  wheat  as  well  as  the  acreage 
of  spring  wheat  that  is  to  be  sowed.  Last 
year's  corn  crop  was  practically  a  failure 
throughout  the  agricultural  northwest,  north 
of  the  southern  boundary  of  Wisconsin.  Con- 
sequently, a  bumper  corn  crop  is  needed  for 
the  present  season,  as  old-timers  say  that  two 
failures  of  the  same  crop  rarely  follow  in  suc- 
cession. 

All  of  this  indicates  with  unerring  accuracy 
how  closely  bound  up  with  the  success  of  agri- 
culture is  the  success  of  every  other  business 
of  this  country.  From  and  after  June  1st, 
observations  become  more  frequent  and  ap- 
prehension more  insistent,  lest  the  efforts  of 
the  farmers  come  to  naught  through  crop 
failure  or  partial  failure  by  reason  of  drouth, 
hail,  hot  winds,  black  rust  or  chintz  bugs.  If 
any  of  the  misfortunes  enumerated  should  be- 
fall any  considerable  agricultural  community, 
the  result  will  be  a  shrinkage  of  business 
transactions;  the  retail  merchant  will  order 
less  from  the  wholesale  merchant,  the  whole- 
sale merchant  less  from  the  jobber,  and  the 
jobber  less  from  the  manufacturer,  while  the 
manufacturer  will  consider  whether  it  be 
necessary  to  reduce  forces  or  run  on  half  time. 

Yet  there  is  a  power  of  existence  whose  evil 
influences  reach  every  agricultural  community 
in  the  United  States  with  the  certainty  that 
day  follows  night — a  power  that  spreads  its 
blighting  curse  over  fields  and  fireside,  that 
leaves  the  merchant's  bills  unpaid  and  the 
mortgage  unsatisfied,  and  is  rapidly  forcing 
the  American  farmers  into  the  condition  of 
tenants  at  will.  Such  is  the  influence  wielded 
by  the  organized,  speculative  grain-buying  in- 
terests of  this  country. 

The  following  tables  were  prepared  from  the 
most  reliable  market  reports,  giving  the 
prices  of  grain  in  this  country  and  in  Liver- 
pool from  the  opening  of  the  markets  last 
August,  1915,  down  to  April  15th,  1916.  These 
figures  show  conclusively  that  the  grain  in- 
terests have  the  power,  through  combination, 
collusion  and  cunning  practices,  to  make  the 
price  to  the  farmers  what  they  see  fit,  and  that 
during  the  first  four  months  after  the  opening 
of  the  markets,  during  which  time  the  great 
bulk  of  the  crop,  wheat,  oats  and  barley,  was 
marketed,  the  farmers  were  given  scarcely 
enough  to  cover  the  cost  of  production,  while 
the  grain  gamblers  revelled  in  a  riot  of  riches, 
taking  as  a  clear  toll  from  41  per  cent,  to  78 
per  cent,  on  oats  of  the  prices  the  farmers 
received  over  all  costs  of  handling. 

THE  PRICE  OP  OATS  FROM  AUGUST   TO  DECEMBER. 


others    more    remote    will    receive    less, 
figures  given  will  be  a  fair  average. 


The 


Aug.  14. 

Sept.  4. 

Oct.  30. 

Nov.  6. 

Nov.  20. 

Dec.  11. 

Dec.  18. 


Fai-m     Chicago 
price        price 


30c. 
25c. 
26c. 
25c. 
25c. 
30c. 
31c. 


40e. 
35c. 
36c. 
35c. 
35c. 
40c. 
41c. 


Liv. 

price 

73c. 
74c. 
74c. 
74c. 
74c. 
75c. 
75c. 


Spee- 
Hndl.    ulator'B 
cost        toll 


16c. 
16c. 
17c. 
18c. 
25c. 
27c. 
28c. 


17c. 
23c. 
21c. 
20c. 
14c. 

8c. 

6c. 


In  finding  the  farm  price,  as  given  in  the 
above  table.  10c.  was  deducted  from  the  Chi- 
cago price.  Of  course,  in  some  instances 
farmers  will  get  a  little  more  than  this,  as 
they   happen   to   live   close   to    the   terminals. 


READ 

"CabinetControl" 

By  H.  F.  GADSBY 

IN  THE 

February  Issue 


WHEAT  PRICES  ANI 

THE  PORTION 

THE  GAMBLERS 

TOOK 

Farm 
price 

Chicago 
price 

Liv. 
price 

Hndl. 
cost 

Spec- 
ulator's 
•oil 

Aug. 

14. 

.$0.91 

$1.10 

$1.72 

29c. 

33c. 

Sept. 

10. 

.      .78 

.93 

1.63 

33c, 

37c. 

Sept. 

30. 

.      .79 

.94 

1.63 

33c. 

36c. 

Oct. 

30. 

.      .79 

.98 

1.64 

35c. 

31c. 

Nov. 

27. 

.      .84 

1.03 

1.68 

35c. 

30c. 

Dec. 

18. 

.      .97 

1.16 

1.68 

51c. 

Ic. 

Jan. 

8. 

.    1.03 

1.22 

1.77 

53c. 

2c. 

Jan. 

15. 

.    1.06 

1.25 

1.76 

50c. 

Ic. 

Feb. 

11. 

.1.09 

1.28 

1.92 

56c. 

8c. 

Mar. 

4. 

.      .95 

1.14 

1.83 

63c. 

6c. 

Mar. 

18. 

.      .90 

1.09 

1.68 

61c. 

0 

Mar. 

25. 

.      .93 

1.12 

1.65 

58c. 

0 

Apr. 

15. 

.1.00 

1.19 

1.65 

57c. 

0 

In  the  compilation  of  these  tables  grain  of 
the  same  kind  and  grade  has  been  taken  in 
every  instance,  as  given  in  the  Liverpool, 
Chicago  and  Duluth  quotations.  The  table  on 
wheat  shows  that  from  August  14th  to  Nov- 
ember 27th,  1915,  the  speculative  interests 
took  from  the  farmers  an  average  of  34c  per 
bushel  over  every  known  cost  of  handling, 
according  to  prices  during  the  same  time  pre- 
vailing at  Liverpool,  the  world's  clearing 
house  for  foodstuff. 

It  will  also  be  observed  that  by  January 
8th  the  toll,  on  the  basis  of  Liverpool  prices, 
shrunk  to  2c.  per  bushel,  and  by  the  middle 
of  March  had  entirely  disappeared,  and  so 
continued  down  to  the  15th  of  April.  Thus 
while  the  bulk  of  wheat  and  oats  was  being 
marketed,  the  speculative  interests  forced 
prices  down  through  manipulation  so  that  they 
realized  a  profit  on  oats  of  78  per  cent,  and  a 
profit  on  wheat  of  41  per  cent,  over  all  costs 
of  handling,  according  to  Liverpool  quota- 
tions. 

The  mouthpiece  of  the  grain  speculators 
tried  to  justify  these  wholesale  robberies  at 
the  time  they  were  being  enacted,  but  is  it 
not  plain  that  if  grain  be  handled  and  export- 
ed during  the  months  of  December,  January, 
February,  March  and  April  on  a  commission 
of  2c.  or  3c.  per  bushel,  or  even  less  at  times, 
that  the  taking  of  34c.  per  bushel  on  an  aver- 
age during  the  months  of  August,  September, 
October  and  November,  when  the  rush  of 
grain  came  to  market,  was  nothing  more  or 
less  than  the  artistic  accomplishments  of  a 
hold-up  artist?  In  other  words,  the  grain 
gamblers  skinned  the  farmers  during  those 
earlier  months  by  forcing  prices  down;  they 
later  skinned  the  consuming  public  by  forc- 
ing prices  up. 

CORN    PRICES    FROM    SEPTEMBER    TO    MARCH 


Sept.  11. „ 
Oct.  9.. 
Nov.  20.. 
Dec.  24.  . 
Jan.  15.  . 
Feb.  19,  . 
Mar.  11.  . 
Mar.  18.  . 


I'\irni 
price 

.    60c. 

.    49c. 

.   42c. 

,    51c. 

.    52c. 

,    49c. 

.    49c. 

.    50c. 


Chi- 

CMgO 


Tjiver- 
pool 


I)rife     price 
76c.     $1.17 


Hand-  Specu- 
ling    lator's 


65e. 
58c. 
67c. 
68c. 
65c. 
65c. 
66c. 


1.16 
1.27 
1.27 
1.43 
1.46 
1.46 
1.38 


cost 
32c. 
36c. 
43c. 
38c. 
47c. 
61c. 
61c. 
61c. 


toll 
9c. 
15c. 
26c. 
22c. 
28c. 
20c. 
20c. 
lie. 


Corn  does  not  come  to  market  as  early  as 
wheat  and  oats.  Accordingly  we  see  that  while 
the  heavy  tolls  on  the  latter  were  during 
August,  September,  October  and  November, 
the  heavy  tolls  on  corn  did  not  commence  till 
November  20th,  and  from  this  time  down  to 
February  19th,  the  heavy  marketing  season 
for  corn,  55  per  cent,  of  the  price  the  farmers 
received  at  the  local  station  was  taken,  over 
all  handling  costs,  according  to  Liverpool 
markets. 

Barley  cannot  be  figured  with  the  accuracy 


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85 


of  wheat,  oats  and  corn,  for  the  reason  that 
barley  is  not  quoted  on  foreign  markets: 
but  those  who  have  paid  any  attention  to  the 
markets  will  know  that  barley  fared  no  bet- 
ter than  other  crops,  and  that  the  loss  on 
barley  on  account  of  price  manipulation  and 
doctoring  of  grades  was  not  less  than  20c. 
per  bushel,  and  at  times  as  much  as  25c.  per 
bushel. 

Estimating  that  farmers  marketed  within 
the  time  of  depressed  prices  four  hundred 
million  bushels  of  wheat,  five  hundred  million 
bushels  each  of  corn  and  oats  and  160  million 
bushels  of  barley,  and  deductings  from  the 
tolls,  as  indicated  on  the  tables,  4c.  for  wheat 
and  corn  and  3c.  for  oats  and  barley,  as  legiti- 
mate profits,  which  is  more  than  they  ever 
admit  taking,  and  the  loss  to  the  agricultural 
interests  of  the  country  reaches  the  enormous 
sum  of  three  hundred  and  fifty  millions  of  dol- 
lars, through  price  manipulation  alone,  with- 
out counting  the  hundred  and  one  lesser  tricks 
of  the  trade  the  grain  gamblers  use  to  relieve 
the  farmers  of  their  hard-earned  cash. 

Is  it  any  wonder  that  the  Armours,  the  Pat- 
tens, the  Leiters  and  their  associates  are  ap- 
proaching the  billionaire  mark,  while  the 
thinking  people  of  our  country  are  becoming 
more  concerned  as  year  succeeds  year  because 
of  the  rapid  increase  of  tenant  farmers? 

Yet,  to  control  this  mighty  octopus  that 
reaches  out  in  all  directions  is  a  herculean 
undertaking.  It  controls  all  trade  journals,  is 
able  to  silence  nearly  all  of  the  agricultural 
papers  and  its  influence  is  ever  potent  with  a 
majority  of  the  metropolitan  press. 

From  each  of  the  great  terminal  markets  a 
well-trained  army  of  solicitors  circulates 
through  tributary  territory  disseminating 
such  news  as  is  deemed  advantageous  to  the 
speculative  interests,  pleading  the  cause  of 
their  masters  to  farmers,  merchants  and  local 
elevator  men  with  fluency,  determination  and 
effect.  Its  far-reaching  power  determines  the 
policy  of  great  cities,  wields  a  potential  in- 
fluence upon  the  action  of  states  and  reaches 
even  the  capitol  at  Washington.  Farmers 
should  organize  to  crush  this  monster  combine 
that  preys  alike  on  producer  and  consumer. 


Should  Students 
Study? 

Why   Many   Students   Prominent   iyi 

"College  Life"  Turn  Out  to  he  Half 

Men  in  the  World. 


What  Is  Auto-Intoxication- 
And  How  to  Prevent  It 


By  C.  G.   Percival,  M.D. 


'TpHE  motto  "Do  not  let  your  studies  inter- 
A  fere  with  your  college  education"  has 
a  prominent  place  on  the  walls  of  many  a 
student's  room.  It  is  his  semi-humorous  way 
of  expressing  his  semi-conviction  that  studies 
do  not  count,  that  the  thing  to  go  in  for  is 
"College  Life."  William  Trufant  Foster, 
President  of  Reed  College,  Portland,  Oregon, 
writing  in  Harper's  Monthly  Magazine,  holds 
to  the  light  the  other  side  of  the  question. 
The  author's  well-grounded,  practical  views 
and  the  timeliness  of  the  subject  make  the 
article  of  far-reaching  interest.  He  says  in 
part: — 

In  academic  circles,  this  is  not  merely  an 
academic  question.  The  boy  who  goes  to 
college  faces  it,  in  one  form  or  another,  again 
and  again.  Indeed,  before  he  dons  his  fresh- 
man togs,  his  father  has  told  him  to  get  an 
all-round  education,  and  may  even  have  given 
him  to  understand  that  deficiencies  in  scholar- 


Perhaps  the  best  definition  I  have  ever 
noted  of  Auto-Intoxication  is  "Self-In- 
toxication, or  poisoning  by  compounds 
produced  internally  by  oneself." 

This  definition  is  clearly  intelligible 
because  it  puts  Auto-Intoxication  exactly 
where  it  belongs;  takes  it  away  from  the 
obscure  and  easily  misunderstood,  and 
brings  it  into  the  light  as  an  enervating, 
virulent,  poisonous  ailment. 

It  is  probably  the  most  insidious  of  all 
complaints,  becau.se  its  first  indications 
are  that  we  feel  a  little  below  par,  slug- 
gish, dispirited,  etc.,  and  we  are  apt  to  de- 
lude ourselves  that  it  may  be  the  weather, 
a  little  overwork  or  the  need  for  a  rest. 

But  once  let  it  get  a  good  hold  through 
non-attention  to  the  real  cause  and  a  ner- 
vous condition  is  apt  to  develop,  which  it 
will  take  months  to  correct.  Not  alone 
that,  but  Auto-Intoxication  so  weakens 
the  foundation  of  the  entire  system  to 
resist  disease  that  if  any  is  prevalent  at 
the  time  or  if  any  organ  of  the  body  is 
below  par  a  more  or  less  serious  derange- 
ment is  sure  to  follow — 

The  ailments  which  have  been  com- 
monly, almost  habitually,  traced  to  Auto- 
Intoxication  are:  Languor,  Headache,  In- 
somnia, Biliousness,  Melancholia,  Nervous 
Prostration,  Digestive  Troubles,  Erup- 
tions of  the  Skin,  Rheumatism,  Neuralgia, 
Kidney  Disturbance,  Liver  Troubles. 

There  are  several  conditions  which  may 
produce  Auto-Intoxication,  but  by  far  the 
most  common  and  prevalent  one  is  the 
accumulation  of  waste  in  the  colon,  caused 
by  insufficient  exercise,  improper  food  or 
more  food  than  nature  can  take  care  of 
under  our  pre.9ent  mode  of  living. 

I  wonder  if  you  realize  how  prevalent 
this  most  common  cause  of  Auto-Intoxi- 
cation really  is — the  clearest  proof  of  it 
is  that  one  would  be  entirely  safe  in  stat- 
ing that  there  are  more  drugs  consumed 
in  an  effort  to  correct  this  complaint  than 
for  all  other  human  ills  combined — it  is 
indeed  universal,  and  if  it  were  once  con- 
quered, in  the  words  of  the  famous  medi- 
cal scientist.  Professor  Eli  Metchnikoff, 
"the  length  of  our  lives  would  be  nearly 
doubled." 

He  has  specifically  stated  that  if  our 
colons  were  removed  in  early  infancy  we 
would  in  all  probability  live  to  the  age  of 
150  years. 

That  is  because  the  waste  which  ac- 
cumulates in  the  colon  is  extremely  pois- 
onous, and  the  blood,  as  it  flows  through 
the  walls  of  the  colon,  absorbs  these 
poisons  until  it  is  permeated  with  them. 
Have  you  ever,  when  bilious,  experienced 
a  tingling  sensation  apparent  even  above 
the  dormant  sensation  which  biliousness 
creates?  I  have,  and  that  is  Auto-Intoxi- 
cation way  above  the  danger  point. 

Now,  if  laxative  drugs  were  thorough 
in  removing  this  waste,  there  could  be  no 
arraignment  against  them — 

But  they  are  at  best  only  partially 
effective  and  temporary  in  their  results, 
and  if  persisted  in  soon  cease  to  be  effec- 


tive at  all.  Their  effect  is,  at  best,  the 
forcing  of  the  system  to  throw  off  a 
noxious  element,  and  they,  therefore, 
"jolt"  nature  instead  of  assisting  her. 

There  is,  however,  a  method  of  elimin- 
ating this  waste,  which  has  been  per- 
fected recently  after  many  years  of  prac- 
tice and  study,  which  might  be  aptly 
termed  a  nature  remedy.  This  is  the 
cleansing  of  the  colon  its  entire  length, 
at  reasonable  periods,  by  means  of  an  in- 
ternal bath,  in  which  simple  warm  water 
and  a  harmless  antiseptic  are  used. 

This  system  already  has  over  half  a 
million  enthusiastic  users  and  advocates, 
who  have  found  it  the  one  effective  and 
harmless  preventive  of  Auto-Intoxication, 
and  a  resulting  means  of  consistently 
keeping  them  clear  in  brain,  bright  in 
spirits,  enthusiastic  in  their  work  and 
most  capable  in  its  performance. 

The  one  great  merit  about  this  method, 
aside  from  the  fact  that  is  so  effectual,  is 
that  no  one  can  quarrel  with  it,  because  it 
is  so  simple  and  natural.  It  is,  as  it  is 
called,  nothing  but  a  bath,  scientifically 
applied.  All  physicians  have  for  year.« 
commonly  recommended  old-fashioned  In- 
ternal Baths,  and  the  only  distinction  be- 
tween them  is  that  the  newer  method  is 
infinitely  more  thorough^  wherefore  it 
would  seem  that  one  could  hardly  fail  to 
recommend  it  wihout  stultifying  himself, 
could  he? 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  I  know  that  many 
of  the  most  enlightened  and  successful 
s))ecialists  are  constantly  prescribing  it  to 
their  patients. 

The  physician  who  has  been  responsible 
for  this  perfected  method  of  Internal 
Bathing  was  himself  an  invalid  twenty- 
five  years  ago.  Medicine  had  failed  and 
he  tried  the  old-fashioned  Internal  Bath. 
It  benefited  him,  but  was  only  partially 
effective.  Encouraged  by  this  progress, 
however,  he  improved  the  manner  of  ad- 
ministering it,  and  as  this  improved  so 
did  his  health. 

Hence,  for  twenty-five  years  he  has 
made  this  his  life's  study  and  practice 
until  to-day  this  long  experience  is  re- 
presented in  the  "J.  B.  L.  Cascade."  Dur- 
ing all  these  years  of  specializing,  as  may 
be  readily  appreciated,  most  interesting 
and  valuable  knowledge  was  gleaned,  and 
this  practical  knowledge  is  all  summed  up 
in  a  most  interesting  way,  and  will  be 
sent  to  you  on  request,  without  cost  or 
other  obligations,  if  you  will  simply  ad- 
dress Chas.  A.  Tyrrell,  M.D.,  Room  246, 
163  College  Street,  Toronto,  and  mention 
having  read  this  article  in  MacLean's 
Magazine. 

The  inclination  of  this  age  is  to  keep  as 
far  away  from  medicine  as  possible,  and 
still  keep  healthy  and  capable.  Physicians 
agree  that  95  per  cent,  of  human  ailments 
is  caused  by  Auto-Intoxication. 

These  two  facts  should  be  sufficient  to 
incline  everyone  to  at  least  write  for  this 
little  book  and  read  what  it  has  to  say 
on  the  subject. 


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ship,  which  do  not  end  his  college  career,  will 
be  overlooked  if  he  makes  the  football  team. 
He  observes  the  boys  who  return  from  col- 
lege; he  finds  that  their  language  and  their 
clothes  bear  marks  of  a  higher  education.  He 
hears  accounts  of  initiations  and  celebrations. 
His  chum's  big  brother  takes  him  aside  and 
tells  him  confidentially  just  how  he  must  con- 
duct himself  in  order  to  be  rushed  for  the 
right  fraternity.  Everybody  tells  him  he 
must  be  a  "good  fellow";  few  discourse  upon 
the  joys  of  the  curriculum.  Whether  students 
should  study  may  remain  with  him  an  open 
question,  but  he  begins  to  doubt  whether 
students  do  study. 

With  his  mind  set  on  going  to  college,  he 
reads  all  that  comes  to  hand  on  the  subject. 
The  newspapers  give  him  vivid  details  of 
the  games,  big  and  little,  with  full-page 
pictures  of  the  heroes.  They  report  night- 
shirt parades,  student  riots,  dances,  beer- 
nights — anything  but  studies.  Now  and  then 
they  do  give  space  to  a  professor,  if  he 
has  been  indiscreet,  or  has  appeared  to  say 
something  scandalous,  which  everybody  in 
college  knows  he  did  not  say,  or  if  he  is  sued 
for  divorce.  They  even  spare  him  an  inch  or 
two  if  he  is  awarded  a  Nobel  prize. 

The  lad  reads  stories  of  college  life.  How 
they  glow  with  escapades!  His  mind  becomes 
a  moving-picture  of  thriling  escapes,  of  goats 
enthroned  on  professorial  chairs,  of  freshies 
ducked  in  chilling  waters,  of  battalions  of 
rooters  yelling  with  the  precision  of  a  cash- 
register.  Now  and  then  there  is  mention  of 
lectures  and  examinations,  for  it  appears  that 
the  sophisticated  youth  knows  many  devices 
for  "getting-by"  these  impediments  to  the  un- 
alloyed enjoyment  of  college  life.  Surely  the 
high-school  teacher  who  spoke  with  such  en- 
thusiasm about  the  lectures  of  "Old  Socrates" 
must  be  hopelessly  behind  the  times.  Surely 
nobody  goes  to  college  nowadays  for  lectures. 

After  entering  college  the  boy  continues 
his  studies  in  the  philosophy  of  education 
under  the  tutelage  of  a  sophomore.  His  tutor 
informs  him  that  the  object  of  education  is 
the  all-round  man.  The  faculty  and  the 
curriculum,  he  explains,  are  obstacles,  but  the 
upper  classes  rescue  the  poor  freshman  from 
pentagonal  and  other  primitive  shapes  and 
round  him  out  with  smokers,  hazing,  initia- 
tions, jamborees,  and  visits  to  the  big  city, 
where  he  makes  the  acquaintance  of  drinks 
and  ladies  far  more  brilliant-hued  than  those 
of  his  somber  native  town.  He  is  told  that 
he  is  'seeing  life,"  and  that  college  will  make 
an  all-round  man  of  him  yet,  if  the  faculty 
do   not   interfere   with   his   education. 

If  this  sophomoric  philosophy  leaves  any 
doubts  to  puzzle  the  freshman,  they  may  be 
cleared  away  by  the  alumni  who  return  to 
warm  up  the  fraternity-house  with  stories  of 
the  good  old  days.  And,  of  course,  the  lad 
joins  a  fraternity  before  giving  his  course  of 
study  a  thought.  For  what  is  college  to  a 
non-fraternity  man  Merely  an  institution  of 
learning.  To  the  man  with  the  Greek-lettered 
pin  the  fraternity  is  the  sine  qua  non  of 
higher  education,  the  radiant  whole  of  which 
the  college  is  a  convenient  part,  providing  for 
the  fraternity  a  local  habitation. 

And  so  the  undergraduate  stretches  his 
legs  b^efore  the  hearth  and  hears  the  wisdom 
of  the  "Old  Grad."  In  his  day,  it  seems, 
things  were  different.  The  students  were  not 
such  mollycoddles,  the  beer  flowed  more  free- 
ly, and  the  faculty  did  not  try  to  run  things. 
No,  sir,  in  the  good  old  days  the  faculty  did 
not  spoil  college  life.  What  a  glorious  cele- 
bration after  that  56  to  0  game,  when  every 
window  in  old  West  Hall  was  broken  and  the 
stoves  were  thrown  down-stairs! 

"I  tell  you,  boys,"  cries  the  Old  Grad, 
warming  his  feet  by  the  fire  and  his  imagin- 
ation by  the  wonder  of  the  freshmen,  "it  is 


not  what  you  learn  in  your  classes  that 
counts.  It  is  the  college  life.  Books,  lec- 
tures, recitations — you  will  forget  all  that. 
Nobody  cares  after  you  graduate  whether  you 
know  any  Latin  or  algebra,  unless  you  are  a 
teacher,  and  no  man  can  afford  to  be  a  teacher 
nowadays.  But  you  will  remember  the  col- 
lege life  as  long  as  you  live." 

Some  of  the  alumni  would  have  a  different 
story  to  tell,  no  doubt,  but  they  do  not  get 
back  often  for  fraternity  initiations.  Per- 
haps they  are  too  busy.  And,  again,  they 
may  have  been  nothing  but  "grinds"  during 
their  college  days. 

Whatever  we  may  think  of  the  "Old 
Grad's"  remarks,  the  idea  does  prevail  in 
many  a  college  that  the  most  important  en- 
terprises are  found  in  the  side-shows,  con- 
ducted by  the  students  themselves,  while  the 
factulty  present  more  or  less  buncombe  per- 
formances in  the  main  tent.  Woodrow  Wilson 
said  something  to  this  effect  before  he  gave 
up  trying  to  make  boys  take  their  studies 
seriously  in  favor  of  the  comparatively  easy 
job  he  now  holds.  Professor  Churchman,  of 
Clark  College,  declares  that  success  in  ath- 
letics and  the  social  life  of  the  college  "seems 
to  be  the  honest  ambition  of  an  appalling 
proportion  of  fathers  and  mothers  who  are 
sending  their  sons  to  fashionable  colleges,  in 
the  same  spirit  that  accompanies  their  daugh- 
ters to  fashionable  finishing  schools."  One 
father  whose  son  triumphed  on  the  gridiron 
and  failed  in  his  studies  said  to  the  Dean  of 
Harvard  College,  "My  son's  life  has  been  just 
what  I  wanted  it  to  be." 

Many  students  look  upon  scholarship  as  a 
menial  servant  in  the  household  of  college 
life,  tolerated  for  a  time  in  order  that  the 
abode  may  be  free  to  welcome  its  convivial 
guests.  They  regard  the  social  light  of  the 
fraternity  and  the  hero  of  the  gridiron  as  the 
most  promising  candidates  for  success  in  life. 
The  valedictorian  appears  to  them  too  con- 
fined in  his  interests  to  meet  successfully  any- 
thing beyond  the  artificial  tasks  of  the  class- 
room. He — poor  fellow — is  supposed  to  be 
doomed  to  failure  in  real  life.  Wherefore  the 
respectability  of  "The  Gentleman's  Grade" 
— the  sign  of  mediocrity  in  scholarship. 
Wherefore  the  epithet  "grind,"  with  its  super- 
lative "greasy  grind,"  which  sums  up  the 
contempt  of  the  "good  fellow"  for  the  man 
who  makes  hard  study  his  chief  collegiate 
interest. 

In  many  a  student  group  the  boy  who  thus 
speeds  up  and  passes  his  fellows  is  treated  as 
a  "scab."  And  in  many  a  faculty  group  the 
idea  seems  to  be: 

'Tis  better  to  have  come  and  loafed 
Than  never  to  have  come  at  all. 

Such  ideas  find  fertile  ground  in  the  high- 
schools,  and  the  seed  spreads  even  to  the  vir- 
gin soil  of  the  kindergarten.  The  new  tree 
of  life — the  painless  education,  by  the  do- 
what-you-please,  when-you-please,  how-you- 
please  method — is  said  to  have  been  imported 
from  Italy.  But  its  foliage  is  much  like  our 
native  stock  of  the  American  college  variety. 

Even  upon  the  correspondence  schools  are 
grafted  some  branches  of  the  tree  of  college 
life.  It  is  said  that  a  father  in  Hood  River, 
Oregon,  found  his  son  standing  on  his  head 
in  the  crotch  of  an  apple-tree,  waving  his 
legs  in  the  air  and  giving  a  college  yell. 

"Come  down,  boy,"  he  cried.  "Are  you 
crazy?" 

"No,  father;  leave  me  alone."  said  he.  "I 
have  just  started  my  correspondence-school 
course  ,  and  the  sophomores  have  written  me 
to  go  and  haze  myself." 

On  the  other  hand.  President  Hyde  voiced 
the  common  idea  of  college  teachers  when  he 
said,  in  an  address  to  freshmen:  "Put  your 
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list,  you  will  have  a  better  time  in  college 
Hard  work  is  a  necessary  background  for  the 
snjoyment  of  everything  else.  Second,  after 
the  first  three  months  you  will  stand  better 
friih  your  fellows.  At  first  there  will  ap- 
ipear  to  be  cheaper  roads  to  distinction,  but 
their  cheapness  is  soon  found  out.  Scholar- 
ship alone  will  not  give  you  the  highest  stard- 
'fr.g  with  your  fellows;  but  you  will  not  get 
Jheir  highest  respect  without  showing  that 
Jrou  can  do  well  something  that  is  intellectu- 
'«lly  difficult.  Third,  your  future  career  de- 
lends  upon   it." 

But  does  your  future  career  really  depend 
ipon  it?  That  question  may  well  be  answered 
)y  college  faculties  with  something  more  than 
heir  opinions.  On  this  subject  teachers  are 
igarded  as  prejudiced  authorities.  They  are 
upposed  to  believe  in  the  importance  of  their 
■wn  jobs.  They  may  exhort  students  to  study 
'II  the  ground  that  success  in  undergraduate 
tudentship  leads  to  the  kind  of  achievement 
hat  men  desire  in  the  life  beyond  commence- 
ment. But  boys  think  they  know  better.  1 
:now  that  this  is  so,  for  I  have  recently 
isited  a  hundred  or  more  colleges,  from  the 
Jniversity  of  Maine  in  the  northwest  to  the 
Jniversity   of   Redlands   in   the   southwest. 

I  am  speaking,  always,  of  the  central  ten- 
loncies  of  groups — of  the  mode,  as  sociologists 
rould  say,  and  not  of  the  few  extreme  cases 
n  the  surface  of  distribution.  Nearly  every 
ollege  has  its  distinctive  feature,  which  balks 
lassification.  I  venture  one  generalization: 
tudents  of  the  younger  Western  colleges  are 
lore  worthy  of  the  name  than  those  of  the 
Ider  Eastern  colleges.  They  come  through 
rreater  sacrifices  and  with  more  serious  pur- 
oses.  This  is  what  history  tells  us  to  ex- 
ect  of  the  frontier.  It  Is,  moreover,  the 
sual  report  of  those  who  nave  taught  in  the 
Sasl  and  in  the  West.  Eagerness  for  know- 
sdge  is  one  manifestation  of  the  enthusiasm 
f  youth  in  a  younger  country.  In  many  of 
he  older  seats  of  learning,  responsiveness  to 
he  efforts  of  instructors  is  in  bad  form.  To 
o  more  than  the  assigned  lesson,  or  to  tarry 
fter  the  lecture  for  more  help,  is  to  risk  one's 
eputation.  "Harvard  indifference"  is  not 
larvard  indifference;  it  is  the  attitude  to- 
ward studies  of  young  men  anywhere  who  go 
0  college  as  a  matter  of  course,  with  no 
ominant  purpose  beyond  the  desire  to  en- 
oy  college  life.  They  find  that  there  is  little 
i  it;  even  their  interest  in  intercollegiate 
thletics  has  to  be  coaxed  by  rallies  and 
rganized  into  cheers.  They  find  out  that  a 
lan  who  has  nothing  to  do  but  amuse  hlm- 
elf  has  a  hard  job.  Spontaneous  delight 
ver  anything  is  not  to  be  expected.  To  in- 
rease  in  years  and  in  resources  and  yet  re- 
ain  the  splendid  enthusiasms  of  poverty  and 
outh  appears  to  be  as  difficult  for  institutions 
s  for  men  and  women. 

Is  high  scholarship  worth  the  effort?  In 
ther  words,  have  colleges  devised  courses  of 
tudy  which  bear  any  relation  to  the  probable 
areers  of  their  students?  Is  there  any  evi- 
ence  that  a  man  who  attains  high  marks  is 
lore  likely  to  achieve  success  after  gradua- 
on  than  a  man  who  is  content  with  passing 
larks? 

If  there  is  any  such  connection  between 
uccess    in    studies    and    success    in    life,    it 


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should  be  possible  to  measure  it  by  approved 
statistical  methods,  and  thus  arrive  at  con- 
clusions of  more  value  as  guidance  to  the 
undergradute  than  the  opinion  of  any  man. 
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of  his  preconceived  notions;  each  is  inclined 
to  scorn  the  opinion  of  the  other. 

But  conclusions  drawn  from  large  numbers 
of  cases,  not  subject  to  invalidating  processes 
of  selection,  and  employing  terms  that  are 
adequately  defined  for  the  purpose  at  hand, 
must  command  the  respect  of  all  men.  If  such 
conclusions  do  not  support  the  contention 
that  it  pays  to  study,  there  is  something  radi- 
cally wrong  with  the  professor's  part  of  col- 
lege affairs;  different  kinds  of  achievement 
should  receive  academic  distinction  and  new 
tests  should  be  devised.  If,  on  the  other  hand, 
present  standards  for  raring  students  pre- 
dict their  future  success  with  any  degree  of 
accuracy,  the  facts  should  be  discovered  and 
used  everywhere  to  combat  the  prevalent 
undergraduate  opinion.  Whatever  the  out- 
come of  such  studies,  we  should  have  them  in 
larger  numbers,  in  many  places,  protected  by 
every  safeguard  of  scientific  method.  We 
may  well  ask,  first,  whether  promise  in  the 
studies  of  one  period  becomes  performance  in 
the  studies  of  a  later  period.  In  over  eighty 
per  cent,  of  cases  on  record  it  does.  Of 
course,  a  boy  may  loaf  in  high-school  and  take 
his  chance  of  being  the  one  exception  among 
five  hundred.  But  he  would  hardly  be  taking 
a  sporting  chance;  it  would  be  rather  a  fool's 
chance. 

But  what  is  success  in  life?  Concerning 
the  value  of  Who's  Who  as  a  criterion  of  suc- 
cess in  life,  we  may  say  at  least  this,  that  it 
is  a  genuine  effort,  unwarped  by  commercial 
motives,  to  include  the  men  and  women  who 
have  achieved  most  worthy  leadership  in  all 
reputable  walks  of  life.  Whatever  flaws  it 
may  have,  it  is  acknowledged  to  be  the 
best  list  of  names  for  such  uses  as  we  are 
now  making  of  it -and  such  changes  in  the 
list  as  any  group  of  competent  judges  might 
make  would  not  materially  affect  the  general 
conclusions   we   have  drawn. 

It  is  well  known  that  the  universities  of 
England  and  the  English  people  generally 
have  much  more  respect  for  scholarship  than 
is  common  in  the  United  States.  One  reason 
is  doubtless  the  eminence  for  centuries  in  the 
Old  W^orld  of  leading  university  scholars.  Of 
the  384  Oxford  University  men  called  to  the 
bar  before  186.5,  46  per  cent,  of  those  who 
received  first-class  honors  at  Oxford  subse- 
quently attained  distinction  in  the  practice 
of  law,  as  indicated  by  the  offices  they  held. 
Of  the  men  who  were  content  with  pass  de- 
grees, only  16  per  cent,  attained  distinction. 
The  list  follows: 

Of  the  92  v/ho  received  first-class  honors, 

46  per  cent,  attained  distinction. 
Of  the  85  who  received  second-class  honors, 

33  per  cent,  attained   distinction. 
Of  the  67  who  received  third-class  honors, 

22   per  cent,  attained  distinction. 
Of  the  61  who  received  fourth-class  honors, 

20   per  cent,  attained  distinction. 
Of  the  271  who  received  pass-degree  honors. 

16  per  cent,  attained  distinction. 
Of  the  ,58  who  received  no  degrees, 

15  per  cent,  attained   distinction. 
No  student  who  fell  below  the  second  group 
of  scholars  at  Oxford  attained  a  political  dis- 
tinction  of   the  highest   class. 

A  similar  correlation  is  found  between  the 
degree  of  success  of  undergraduates  at  Ox- 
ford and  their  subsequent  distinction  as 
clergymen. 

Of  the  first-class  men, 

68  per  cent,  attained  distinction. 
Of  the  second-class  men. 


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37  per  cent,  attained  distinction, 
©f  the  third-clafss  men, 

32  per  cent,  attained  di.stinction. 
Of  the  fourth-class  men, 

29  per  cent,  attained  distinction. 
Of  the  pass-degree  men, 

21  per  cent,  attained  distinction. 
Of  the  no-degree  men, 

9  per  cent,  attained  distinction. 

Success  in  the  Oxford  final  schools  is  thus 
en  to  give  fairly  definite  promise  of  success 

the  bar  and  in  the  church.  In  very  truth, 
e  boy  is  father  of  the  man. 
A  knowledge  of  all  these  facts  will  hardly 
ike  thinking  as  popular  as  a  motion-picture 
ow,  but  it  ought  to  silence  some  of  those 
10  seek  to  excuse  their  mental  sloth  on  the 
ound  that  it  doesn't  matter. 
Now  let  the  student  profit  by  the  ex- 
riences  of  the  thousands  who  have  gone 
fore  and  greet  his  next  task  with  the  words 

Hotspur  before  the  battle  of  Shrewsbury: 
1,  gentlemen,  the  time  of  life  is  short; 

spend  that  shortness  basely  were  too  long, 

life  did   ride  upon   a  dial's  point, 
ill  ending  at  the  arrival  of  an  hour. 


Canada's  Boom  in 
Shipbuilding 

Continued  from  page   19. 

its  for  the  construction  of  these  ships, 
e  condition  being  that  during  the  war 
ey  should  not  engage  in  anv  enemy 
ade,  and  another  that  no  demand  should 
made  on  Great  Britain  for  materials, 
jchinery  or  labor  to  build  them. 

"*HERE  are  also  some  shipbuilding  de- 
velopments to  note  on  the  Atlantic 
d  Pacific  coasts.  At  New  Glasgow,  the 
>va  Scotia  Steel  and  Coal  Co.  are  now 
Iding  one  steel  freighter,  designed  for 
eir  own  use  and  they  have  recently  an- 
unced  that  they  will  also  build  a  second 
ssel.  Colonel  Cantley,  president  of  the 
mpany,  has  expressed  himself  very 
ongly  on  the  question  of  building  up  a 
inadian  marine.  He  believes  that  now 
the  time  for  Canada  to  take  action  and 
starting  a  steel  shipbuilding  industry 
New  Glasgow,  he  is  putting  his  beliefs 
;o  practice. 

At  the  Wallace  Shipyards  at  Vancou- 
r  a  steel  steamer  is  now  under  con- 
uction  for  a  Japanese  shipping  con- 
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am  and  22  feet  depth  of  hold,  with  4,.500 
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sy  for  the  ne.xt  two  years.  Other  plants 
Vancouver,  New  Westminster  and 
ince  Rupert  are  also  reported  as  hav- 
?  orders  for  several  Norwegian  boats, 
the  construction  of  which  they  will 
trt  immediately. 

This,  then,  summarizes  the  present 
ipbuilding  activities  in  Canada — an  en- 
ely  unexpected  revival  of  the  old  wood- 
shipbuilding  industry  and  a  concentra- 
•n  of  effort  on  the  part  of  the  builders 
steel  ships  on  the  construction  of 
mdard  freighters  for  Norwegian  ship- 
Tiers.  It  is  a  peculiar  situation,  the 
tcome  of  which  will  be  watched  with 
»rest. 


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Continued  from  page  75. 


ous  woman  who  had  never  been  on  a  horse 
before  was  "cinching"  her  own  saddle  and 
looking  back  and  up. 

The  saddle  tightened,  she  sat  down  and 
emptied  her  riding-boots  of  a  few  pieces  of 
rock.     Her  silk  stockings  Wc-re  in  tatters. 

"I  feel  as  though  ray  knees  will  never  meet 
again,"  she  said,  reflectively.  "But  I'm  so 
swollen  with  pride  and  joy  that  I  could 
shriek." 

That's  what  it  is,  partly.  A  sense  of 
achievement,  of  conquering  the  unconquer- 
able. Of  pitting  human  wits  against  giants 
and  winning.  Every  mile  is  an  achievement. 
And,  after  all,  it  is  miraculously  easy.  The 
trails  are  good;  the  horses  are  steady  and 
sure-footed.  It  is  a  triumph  of  endurance, 
rather  than  of  courage. 

If  you  have  got  this  far  you  are  one  of  us, 
and  you  will  go  on.  The  lure  of  the  high 
places  Is  in  your  blood.  The  call  of  the  moun- 
tains is  a  real  call.  The  veneer,  after  all,  is 
so  thin.  Throw  off  the  impediments  of  civili- 
zation and  go  out  to  the  West.  Ride  slowly 
so  as  not  to  startle  the  wild  things.  Throw 
our  your  chest  and  breathe,  look  across  green 
valleys  to  wild  peaks  where  mountain  sheep 
stand  impassive  on  the  edge  of  space.  Let 
the  summer  rains  fall  on  your  upturned  face 
and  wash  away  the  memory  of  all  that  is 
false  and  petty  and  cruel.  Then  the  moun- 
tains will  get  you. 

Above  the  timber  line  we  rode  along  bare 
granite  slopes.  Erosion  had  been  busy  here. 
The  mightly  winds  that  sweep  the  crests  of 
the  Rockies  had  bared  the  mountain  breasts. 
Beside  the  trails  were  piled  high  cairns  of 
stones,  so  that  during  the  winter  snows  the 
rangers  may  find  their  way  about.  This  is 
North-Western  Montana,  and  the  Canadian 
border  is  only  a  few  miles  away.  Over  these 
peaks  sweens  the  full  force  of  the  great  bliz- 
zards of  the  north-west. 

The  rangers  keep  going  all  the  winter. 
There  is  much  to  be  done.  In  the  summer  it 
is  forest  fires  and  outlaws.  In  the  winter 
there  are  no  forest  fires,  but  there  arc 
poachers  after  mountain  sheep  and  goats, 
opium  smugglers,  and  "bad  men"  from  over 
the  border. 

All  summer  these  intrepid  men  go  about  on 
their  sturdy  horses,  armed  with  revolvers.  In 
the  fall — snow  begins  early  in  September, 
sometimes  even  in  August — they  take  to  snow- 
shoes.  With  a  carbine  strung  to  his  shoulders, 
matches  in  a  waterproof  case,  snowshoes,  and 
a  package  of  food  in  his  pocket,  the  Glacier 
Park  ranger  covers  unnumbered  miles,  pa- 
trolling the  wildest  and  most  storm-ridden 
country  in  America.  He  travels  alone.  The 
imprint  of  a  strange  snowshoe  on  the  trail 
rouses  his  suspicion.  Single-handed  he  fol- 
lows the  marks  A  blizzard  comes  along.  He 
makes  a  wickie-up  of  branches,  lights  a  small 
fire,  and  plays  solitaire  until  the  weather 
clears,  for,  like  himself,  the  prey  he  is  stalk- 
ing cannot  advance.  Then  one  day  the  snow 
ceases.  The  sun  comes  out.  Over  the  frozen 
crust  his  sno\vshoes  slide  down  great  slopes 
with  express  speed.  Generally  he  takes  his 
man  in,  but  sometimes  the  outlaw  gets  the 
drop  on  the  ranger  first,  and  gets  away. 

The  winter  before  last  one  of  these  rangers 
froze  to  death.  He  was  caught  in  a  blizzard, 
and  he  knew  what  was  coming.  When  at  last 
he  sat  down  beside  the  trail  to  wait  for  death, 
he  placed  his  snowshoes,  point  upward,  in 
front  of  him.  The  snow  came  down  and  cov- 
ered him,  and  they  found  him  the  next  day 


by  the  points  of  his  snowshoes  sticking  up 
beside  him. 

In  the  summer  the  snow  melts  on  the  mea- 
dows and  in  the  groves,  but  the  peaks  are  still 
covered,  and  here  and  there  the  trail  leads 
through  a  snow-field.  The  horses  venture  out 
on  in  gingerly.  The  hot  sun  that  blisters 
one's  face  seems  to  make  no  impression  on 
these  glacier-like  patches,  snow  on  top  and 
ice  beneath.  Flowers  grow  at  their  very 
borders,  and  striped  squirrels  and  whistling 
marmots,  much  like  Eastern  wood-chucks,  run 
about,  quite  fearless,  or  sit  up  and  watch  the 
passing  of  the  line  of  horses  and  riders,  so 
close  that  they  can  almost  be  touched. 

We  passed  through  great  spaces  and  cool, 
shadowy  depths  in  which  lay  blue  lakes.  Above 
us  were  mountain  sides  threaded  with  white, 
where  from  some  hidden  lake  or  glacier,  far 
above,  the  overflow  falls  a  thousand  feet  or 
more.  Over  all  was  the  great  silence  of  the 
Rockies.  Nerves  that  nad  been  strained  for 
years  slowly  relaxed.  There  was  not  much 
talking.  The  horses  moved  along  slowly. 
Someone,  shading  his  eyes  with  his  hand, 
proclaimed  that  there  was  a  mountain  sheep 
or  goat  on  a  crag  overhead.  The  word  passed 
back  along,  the  line.  Then  some  wretched 
electrical  engineer  or  college  youth  or  scepti- 
cal lawyer  produced  a  pair  of  field-glasses, 
and  announced  it  to  be  a  patch  of  snow. 

Here  and  there  we  saw  "tourist  goats" — 
rocks  so  shaded  and  situated  as  to  defy  the 
strongest  glass.  The  guides  pointed  them 
out,  and  listened  with  silent  enjoyment  to  ths 
resulting  acclamation.  We  adopted  a  safe 
rule  after  that  discovery.  Nothing  was  a 
goat  that  did  not  move.  Long  hours  we  spent 
while  our  horses  wandered  on  with  loose 
reins,  our  heads  lifted  to  that  line,  just  above 
the  timber,  which  is  Goat-land. 

The  first  night  out  of  doors  I  did  not  sleep. 
I  had  not  counted  on  the  frosty  nights,  and 
I  was  cold.  The  next  day  I  secured  some  wool- 
len pyjamas  from  a  more  provident  mem- 
ber of  the  party.  Clad  in  these,  and  covered 
with  all  the  extra  items  of  my  wardrobe,  I 
was  more  comfortable.  It  takes  woollen  cloth- 
ing and  bed  socks  to  keep  out  the  chill  of 
those  mountain   nights. 

One  rises  early  on  these  expeditions.  No 
matter  how  late  the  story-tellers  have  held 
the  crowd  the  night  before  around  the  camp 
fire,  somewhere  about  five  o'clock  our  leader 
came  calling  among  the  silent  tepees. 

"Time  to  get  up!"  he  called.  "Five  o'clock 
and  a  fine  morning.     Up  with  you!" 

And  everybody  got  up.  There  were  basins 
about,  and  each  one  clutched  his  cake  of 
soap  and  his  towel,  and  filled  his  basin  from 
whatever  lake  or  stream  was  at  hand.  There 
is  plenty  of  water  in  Glacier  Park,  and  the 
camps  are  generally  beside  a  lake.  The  water 
is  cold.  It  ought  to  be,  being  glacier  water, 
cold  and  blue.  The  air  is  none  too  warm.  A 
few  brave  spirits  seek  isolation  and  a  plunge 
bath,  but  the  majority  are  cowards. 

Now  and  then  a  luxurious  soul  worries  the 
cook  for  hot  water.  They  tell  of  a  fastidious 
lady  who  carried  a  small  tin  pail  of  water  to 
the  cook-tent,  and  addressed  the  cook  nerv- 
ously as  he  beat  the  morning  flapjacks  with 
a  savage  hand. 

"Do  you  think,"  she  inquired,  nervously, 
"if — if  I  put  this  water  on  your  stove  it  will 
heat  ?" 

He  turned  and  eyed  her. 

"You  see,  it's  like  this,  lady,"  he  said.  "My 
father  was  a  poor  man,  and  couldn't  give  me 


no  education.  Blest  if  I  know.  What  do  you 
think?" 

Before  one  is  fairly  dressed,  with  extra  gar- 
ments thrust  into  the  canvas  war-sack,  or 
duffle-bag,  which  is  each  person's  allowance 
for  luggage,  the  tents  are  being  taken  down 
and  folded.  The  cook  comes  to  the  end  of 
the  big  tent. 

"Come  and  get  it!"  he  yells,  through  hol- 
lowed hands. 

"Come  and  get  it!"  is  repeated  down  the 
line  of  tepees. 

That  is  the  food-call  of  the  camp.  Believe 
me,  it  has  the  butler's  "Dinner  is  served, 
"madam,"  beaten  anyhow. 

There  is  no  second  call.  You  go  or  you 
don't  go.  The  long  tables  under  the  open  end 
of  the  cook-tent  are  laden — bacon,  ham,  fried 
eggs,  flapjacks,  round  tins  of  butter,  enamel 
cups  of  hot  coffee,  condensed  milk,  and  some- 
times fried  fish.  For  the  cook  can  catch  trout 
where  the  most  elaborate  outfitted  Eastern 
angler  fails. 

The  horses  come  in  with  a  thudding  of 
hoofs,  and  are  rounded  up  by  the  men  into  th" 
rope  corral.  All  night  they  htve  been  grazing 
quietly  in  mountain  valleys,  watched  by  night- 
herders.  There  is  not  much  grass  for  them. 
By  the  end  of  the  three-hundred  mile  trip  they 
are  a  little  thin,  although  otherwise  in  good 
condition.  It  is  the  hope  of  the  superintend- 
ent of  the  Park  and  others  interested  that  the 
Government  will  soon  realize  the  necessity 
for  planting  some  of  the  fertile  valleys  and 
meadows  with  grass.  There  are  certain 
grasses  that  will  naturalize  themselves  there, 
and  beyond  the  first  planting  they  would  need 
nothing  further.  And,  since  much  of  the 
beauty  of  this  region  will  always  be  inacces- 
sible by  motor,  it  can  never  be  properly  open- 
ed up  until  horses  can  get  sufficient  grazing. 

Sometimes  at  night  our  horses  ranged  far 
for  food — eight  miles,  and  even  more.  Again 
and  again  I  have  watched  my  own  horse  nos- 
ing carefully  along  a  green  bank,  and  finding 
nothing  at  all,  not  a  blade  of  grass  St  could 
eat. 

With  the  second  day  came  a  new  sense  of 
physical  well-being,  and  this  in  spite  of  a 
sunburn  that  had  swollen  my  face  like  a 
toothache.  Already  telephones  and  invita- 
tions to  dinner  and  face  powder  belonged  to 
the  forgotten  past.  I  carried  my  saddle  over 
and  placed  it  beside  my  horse,  and  a  kindly 
and  patronizing  member  of  the  staff  put  it 
on  and  "cinched"  it  for  me.  I  never  learned 
how  to  put  the  thing  on,  but  I  did  learn,  after 
a  day  or  two,  to  take  it  off,  as  well  as  the 
bridle  and  the  red  hackamore,  and  then  to 
stand  clear  while  my  buckskin  pony  lay  down 
and  rolled  in  the  grass  to  ease  his  weary 
back.  All  the  horses  rolled,  stiff-legged.  If 
the  saddle  did  not  come  off  in  time  they  rolled 
anyhow,  much  to  the  detriment  of  cameras 
and  field-glasses  and  various  other  impedi- 
menta trapped  thereon. 

Day  after  day  we  progressed.  There  were 
bright  days  and  days  when  we  rode  through 
a  steady  mist  of  rain.  Always  it  was  worth 
while.  What  matters  a  little  rain  when  there 
is  a  yellow  "slicker"  to  put  on  and  no  one  to 
care  how  one  looks?  Once,  riding  down  a 
mountain  side,  with  water  pouring  over  the 
rim  of  my  old  felt  hat  and  pattering  merrily 
on  my  "slicker,"  I  looked  to  one  side  to  see  a 
great  grizzly  bear  raise  himself  from  behind 
a  tree  trunk  and,  standing  upright,  watch 
impassively  as  my  horse  and  I  proceeded.  I 
watched  him  as  far  as  I  could  see  him.  We 
were  mutually   interested. 

The  party  had  gone  on  ahead.  For  a  long 
time  afterwards  I  heard  the  cracking  of  small 
twigs  in  the  heavy  woods  beside  the  trail.  But 
I  never  saw  Mr.  Bear  again. 


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FEBRUARY,    1917 


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THE  GREATEST  HOTEL  MAN  IN  THE  WORLD 9 

W.  A.  Ckaick. 

A  sketch  of  John  McEntee  Bowman,  a  young  Canadian. 

INTO  THE  ABYSS   13 

H.  G.  Wells. 

The  story  of  a  strange  experiment  under  the  sea. 

— Illustrated  by  E.  J.  Dinsmore. 

IN   MERRY  MEXICO    16 

Stephen  Leacock. 

The  story  of  a   trip  to   the  land   of   revolutions   and 
moving  pictures. 

—Illustrated  by  C.  W.  Jefferys. 

DANTON  OF  THE  FLEET   19 

A.  C.  Allenson. 

A  complete  novelette. 

— Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards. 

KEEPING   THEM    IN    LINE    27 

H.  F.  Gadsby. 

An  article  on  Cabinet  control  in  Canadian  politics. 

— Illustrated  by  Lou  Skuce. 

CANADA,  UNITED  STATES  AND  THE  FUTURE 31 

Agnes  C.  Laut. 

An  article  on  our  relations  vifith  the  American  Republic. 

JORDAN  IS  A  HARD  ROAD  ; 33 

Sir  Gilbert  Parker. 

A  serial  story  of  the  Canadian  North-West. 

— Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards. 

RECORDS  OF  SUCCESS  36 

The  First  Woman  to  Edit  a  Daily. 
Madge  Macbeth. 

The  Opponent  of  Cabinet  Ministers. 
Stanley  Smith. 

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A  FKgKt 

By    A.  W.    Burt 

With  a  rush  from  the  aerodrome,  upward  I  fly, 
Spurning  the  earth,  speeding  fast  for  the  sky. 
The  droning  and  throbbing ^hut  out  every  sound; 
In  this  centre  of  tumult  reigns  silence  profound. 
With  grey  homes  for  the  living,  green  graves  for  the  dead, 
The  dull  world  below  to  my  view  lies  outspread; 
But  I  enter  a  cloud  and  all  fades  from  my  sight. 
From  a  plunge  through  its  gloom  I  emerge  into  light. 
Light  free  from  all  shadotvs,  unsnllied,  serene, 
With  the  sky's  depths  of  blue  and  the  cloud's  pearly  sheen; 
While  lord  of  this  splendor,  shines  forth  the  sun's  sphere. 
Immersed  in  his  beams  I'm  alone  with  him  here — 
Like  a  spirit  unbodied,  ecstatic,  afire, 
Towards  ren!m.i  empyrean  I  x'Kir  higher  and  higher. 


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But  the  frailty  of  flesh  makes  the  wing»  of  my  plane, 
As  his  wings  failed  Icarus,  lift  me  upward  in  vain; 
For  oppressed  by  my  impotence,  lonely  and  cold, 
I  am  called  back  to  earth  like  a  sheep  to  its  fold. 
In  one  long  spiral  .sweep  I  descend  from  the  skies, 
And  upward  to  welcome  me  earth  seems  to  rise. 

Now  I  rest  on  lier  bosom,  but  long  does  the  thrill 
Of  the  touch  of  the  infinite  stir  niv  soul  still. 


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By  H.  McK. 


There's  a  coll  in  my  soul  that  I  cannot  quell, 

It  conies  through  the  waning  light 

Of  eventide,  like  a  mystic  spell, 

On  the  dusky  wings  of  night; 

And  it  bids  me  forth 

To  the  rugged  North, 

Where  stars  gleam  lone  and  white. 


And  as  I  sit  and  watch  the  day, 

At  sunset,  flare  and  die. 

The  distant  pines  I  see  them  sway. 

I  hear  the  zephyr  sigh  : 

And  I  long  again 

For  a  stretch  of  plain, 

And  a  naked  vault  of  sky. 


For  I'm  one  of  the  many  haggard  men. 

Pent  up  in  ivalls  of  stone, 

Though  my  soul  cries  out  for  moor  and  fen 

.ind  solitudes  unknown : 

/  think  for  a  change 

I'll  hit  the  range — 

And  I'm  going  to  line  alone. 


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A  PAINTING  BY  ARTHUR  HEMING 

A  Canadian  artist  famous  for  his  pictures   of   the  north   country   life.     In  some  parts  of  the  country  where 

wild  life  abounds,  prospectors  beat  on  their  tin   basins  as   they  make  their  way  through  the  dense  woods 

in   order   to    warn  animals  from    their    path.       Even   the   sturdy   grizzly    has   learned   to  seek  fresh  cover 

when  he  hears  the  clatter  of  the  prospector's  pan.     But  here  Mr.  Heming  depicts  an  unusual 

situation.     The  bear  has  not  had  time  to  get  away  !     The  picture  shows 

Mr.  Heming  at  his  best  and  is  representative  of  his  art. 


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Volume  XXX 


FEBRUARY,  1917 


Number  4 


The  Greatest  Hotel 

Man  in  the  World 

The  Story  of  a  Canadian  Boy  Who  is  the 

Controlling  Power  of  a  Huge 

Hotel  System 

By   W.   A.   Craick 


lohn 

McEntee 

Boivman 


RARELY  has  a  more  remarkable 
drama  of  human  success  been  en- 
acted than  that  of  the  latest  star  in 
the  firmament  of  international  celebrities 
—  John  McEntee  Bowman,  proclaimed, 
not  without  warrant,  the  greatest  hotel- 
man  in  the  world. 

Consider  the  circumstances.  Yesterday, 
to  all  seeming,  an  ordinary,  everyday  lad 
in  the  City  of  Toronto,  living  in  an  ordin- 
ary, everyday  house,  in  an  ordinary 
everyday  neighborhood,  attending  an  ord- 
inary, every  day  public  school  and  doubt- 
less leading  an  ordinary,  every  day  sort 
of  boyish  existence.  To-day,  transported 
as  if  by  the  magic  of  an  Aladdin's  lamp 
into  the  midst  of  all  the  luxury  and  super- 
magnificence  of  New  York's  most  palatial 
hotel  system,  monarch  of  all  he  surveys, 
ruler  over  many  servants,  entertainer  of 
milionaires,  a  sovereign  more  potent  than 
many  a  mediaeval  king. 

The  contrast  is  striking.  It  is  all  the 
more  extraordinary  when  one  considers 
that  the  fairy  prince  has  not  yet  completed 


his  forty-second  year. 
The  metamorphosis  has 
been  rapid.  Within  a 
comparatively  few 
years  this  remarkable 
genius  in  modern  hotel- 
dom  has  emerged  from 
a  dim  Canadian  obscur- 
ity into  the  effulgent 
glare  of  an  internation- 
al Broadway  of  renown. 
It  is  such  contrasts  in 
life  that  attract  and 
hold  the  interest  of  the 
multitude.  Children  are 
fascinated  by  fairy 
tales,  in  which  strange 
and  wonderful  powers  are  exer- 
cised  by  the  gift  o  f  magic. 
Grown-ups  are  still  child-like  in 
their  fondness  for  hearing  of 
achievements,  which  in  their  results 
often  border  on  the  verge  of  fairy- 
land. The  story  of  any  boy,  born  in 
humble  circumstances  and  reared  in  com- 
monplace surroundings,  who  now  dwells 
•n  a  palace,  wears  fine  raiment  and  com- 
mands all  the  luxuries  which  wealth  be- 
stows, never  fails  to  win  the  attention  of 
a  large  section  of  the  public. 

John  McEntee  Bowman,  president  of 
the  companies  owning  and  operating 
the  famous  Biltmore,  the  scarcely  less 
famous  Manhattan  and  the~  fashionable 
Ansonia  Hotels  in  New  York;  promo- 
ter and  designer  of  the  immense  new 
Hotel  Commodore,  which  when  com- 
pleted will  be  the  largest  and  most  mod- 
ernly  equipped  hotel  in  the  world;  a  man 
who  is  taking  a  direct  personal  interest 
in  the  approaching  construction  of  the  fine 
new  Hotel  Devonshire  in  his  old  home 
town,  Toronto,  may  scarcely  be  regarded 
as  having  started  on  quite  so  low  a  rung 
of  the  success-ladder  as  some  notabilities 
who  might  be  mentioned.  Yet  in  compari- 
son with  his  present  position,  his  start 
was  humble  enough. 


The  Bowmans  are  an  old  Toronto 
family,  not  in  the  sense  of  being  promi- 
nent society  folk,  but  in  perhaps  the 
better  sense  of  being  honest,  hardworking 
citizens.  John  Bowman,  grandfather  of 
the  famous  hotelman,  came  to  Canada 
from  Derry  in  Ireland  during  the  thirties 
of  the  last  century  and  settled  in  Toronto. 
He  is  remembered  by  old-timers  as  the 
owner  of  a  livery  and  cartage  business  on 
Temperance  Street.  His  son,  A.  M.  Bow- 
man, father  of  John  McEntee  Bowman, 
who  is  still  living,  also  engaged  in  the 
same  line  of  business,  being  for  some 
time  associated  with  Bond,  whose  estab- 
lishment was  once  quite  famous  in  the 
Queen  City.  Mr.  A.  M.  Bowman  also  had 
some  experience  in  the  management  of 
hotels,  for  at  one  time  he  ran  the  Victoria 
Hotel,  in  Montreal  and  at  another,  the 
Queen's,  in  Barrie. 

The  hero  of  this  latest  success-romance 
was  born  on  July  20,  1875,  in  a  small 
house  on  Nelson  Street.  Nelson  Street 
has  degenerated  badly  since  then,  being 
now  a  poor,  down-in-the-heel  sort  of 
place,  inhabited  for  the  most  part  by 
people  of  foreign  origin,  but  in  those  days 
it  was  a  well-to-do  street,  lying  near  the 
old  Parliament  Buildings,  Government 
House  and  Upper  Canada  College  and  in 
the  vicinity  of  Simcoe  and  Wellington 
Streets,  both  of  which  were  then  the  acme 
of  fashion.  Young  Jack,  the  only  child 
of  his  parents,  attended  John  Street 
School,  a  landmark  of  Toronto  wiped 
out  when  the  Canadian  Pacific  Railway 
Company  built  their  freight  sheds  on  the 
old  Government  House  property;  and 
there  are  ex-pupils  of  the  school  to  be 
found,  who  have  a  recollection  of  the  lad 
in  those  fast-receding  school  boy  days. 
He  is  recalled  as  a  good-looking,  clean-cut 
youngster,  small  and  active,  smart  at  his 
lessons,  quick  at  games  and  with  the  best- 
natured  disposition  in  the  world. 

Jack  Bowman  was  obviously  born  either 
with   a   silver   spoon   in   his  mouth   or  » 


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golden  key  in  his  fist.  The  spoon  or  the 
key,  whichever  it  chanced  to  be,  was  in 
his  case  a  passion  for  horses.  He  came 
by  his  liking  naturally;  it  was  an  inherit- 
ed characteristic  and  in  his  youth  he  had 
many  opportunities  to  indulge  his  fancy. 
He  learned  to  ride  when  a  mere  slip  of  a 
lad;  he  became  an  accomplished  horseman 
before  he  was  in  his  teens  and,  as  the 
sequel  will  abundantly  prove,  it  was 
through  his  love  for  horses  that  he  has 
reached  the  pinnacle  of  fame,  which  he 
now  occupies 

From  public  school,  Jack  Bowman  gra- 
vitated to  business  college  and  from  busi- 
ness college  to  the  office  of  a  wholesale 
merchant.  Here  he  served  for  a  short 
time  in  the  capacity  of  bookkeeper.  But 
the  lad  was  restless.  He  was  not  just  en- 
gaged in  the  kind  of  work  he  fancied.  Pro- 
bably he  did  not  know  what  career  would 
be  best  suited  to  his  talents,  but  any  rate 
it  was  not  ordinary  wholesale  business. 
At  the  critical  moment,  the  hand  of  fate 
intervened,  picked  him  up  like  a  p^iwn  in 
a  game  of  chess  and  transported  him  to 
Saranac  Lake  in  the  Adirondacks.  Here, 
behold  him  at  nineteen  years  of  age,  blos- 
soming forth  as  steward  of  the  famous 
old  summer  hotel,  the  Waumbeck. 

Business  college  taught  him  the  theory 
of  accounting;  the  wholesale  warehouse 
gave  him  practical  experience  in  the  keep- 
ing of  accounts;  at  the  Waumbeck  he 
gained  an  intimate  knowledge  of  those 
most  important  departments  of  hotel 
management,  catering  and  the  buying  of 
supplies.  In  those  earlier  days  assistant 
stewards  were  regarded  as  superfluities 
and  Jack  Bowman  was  obliged  to  store  for 
future  requisition  all  of  the  supplies  re- 
quired by  the  big  summer  hotel. 


The  summer  season  over  and  the  Waum- 
beck closed,  its  proprietor,  Uriah  Welsh 
by  name,  sent  Bowman  down  to  Thomas- 
ville,  Georgia,  where  he  owned  a  winter 
hotel  known  as  the  Mitchell  House.  At 
this  hostelry,  the  young  man  performed 
similar  functions  to  those  he  had  exer- 
cised at  the  hotel  on  Saranac  Lake,  in- 
creasing his  knowledge  of  hotel  manage- 
ment and  strengthening  his  hold  on  the 
hotel  business  generally. 

"^X^HEN  the  southern  season  was  over, 
^  ^  the  youthful  steward  returned  north 
and  landed  in  New  York.  Not  unnatur- 
ally he  went  to  pay  a  visit  to  Proctor 
Welsh,  son  of  the  proprietor  of  the  Waum- 
beck and  the  Mitchell  House,  with  whom 
he  had  become  acquainted  the  previous 
summer  in  the  Adirondacks.  Proctor 
Welsh  happened  to  be  filling  the  position 
of  bookkeeper  at  Durland's  Riding  Acad- 
emy, which  was  located  on  Columbus, 
Circle  at  the  entrance  to  Central  Park. 
He  intimated  that  he  was  about  to  throw 
up  his  job  and  suggested  that  Bowman 
could  take  it,  if  he  wanted  it.  Delighted 
to  be  near  his  favorite  horses  again,  the 
young  man  jumped  at  the  opportunity, 
and  in  jumping — made  his  fortune. 

It  was  inevitable  that  Bowman,  the 
bookkeeper,  and  Bowman,  the  accomplish- 
ed rider,  could  not  exist  together.  Book- 
keeping was  a  waste  of  time  for  a  man 
who  could  handle  a  horse  as  superbly  as 
he.  This,  Mr.  Durland  soon  discovered. 
He  promptly  hired  another  bookkeeper 
and,  to  the  great  joy  of  the  young  horse- 
man, transferred  him  to  the  Academy, 
where  he  was  employed  in  the  training 
and  exhibiting  of  horses. 

At   this   juncture,   with    the   stage   all 


A  vista  in  one  of  the 
immaculate  and  superb- 
ly-equipped kitchens  of 
the  Biltmore,  with  a 
view  of  the  splendid 
swimming-tank  provid- 
ed for  the  delectation  of 
guests. 


set  for  great  events,  enter  the  magi- 
cian, who  was  destined  to  pour  into  the 
lap  of  the  fairy  prince  the  gifts  which 
were  soon  to  make  him  rich  and  renowned. 
This  was  Gustav  Baumann,  owner  of  one 
of  Gotham's  famous  old  hostelries,  the 
Holland  House,  a  man  of  wealth  and  pres- 
tige in  the  hotel  world.  Baumann 
wanted  a  horse,  came  to  Durland's  Acad- 
emy for  it,  struck  up  an  acquaintance 
with  the  good-looking  young  Canadian, 
who  rode  so  superbly,  took  a  decided  fancy 
to  him  and  presently  offered  him  a  posi- 
tion as  his  private  secretary. 

Likeableness  has  always  been  a  win- 
ning trait  in  Mr.  Bowman's  composition. 
He  was  popular  as  a  boy  at  school  in 
Toronto.  Since  then  his  geniality  and 
good-heartedness  have  proved  important 
factors  in  his  success,  gaining  for  him 
the  loyal  friendship  and  support  of  the 
thousands  of  men  and  women  with  whom 
he  has  been  thrown  in  contact,  a  friend- 
ship that  includes  in  its  circle  many  of 
America's  biggest  financiers  and  captains 
of  industry.  Small  wonder,  therefore, 
that  Gustav  Baumann  should  have  suc- 
cumbed rapidly  to  the  fascination  of  his 
sunny  nature. 

Association  with  Baumann  involved  a 
return  to  hotel  work;  but  circumstances 
were  different.  He  was  now  the  confiden- 
tial secretary  of  one  of  the  leading  hotel- 
men  of  the  day,  which  meant  that  he  was 
virtually  in  charge  of  the  big  establish- 
ment owned  by  the  latter.  More  and 
more  did  the  management  of  his  patron's 
interests  devolve  on  him  as  the  days  went 
by.  Stronger  and  stronger  did  the  bond 
of  friendship  between  the  two  grow.  At 
length  the  relationship  became  r^ather 
that  of  father  and  son  than  of  master 
and  servant,  and  Jack  Bowman  was  prac- 
tically adopted  into  the  family  of  the  rich 
New  Yorker.  But  he  did  not  abuse  his 
great  good  fortune.  He  was  a  worker 
then  as  now  and  fully  justified  every  con- 
fidence that  his  patron  reposed  in  him. 

Not  a  great  many  years  ago  the  Hol- 
land House  patronage  outgrew  the  hotel's 
capacity  to  accommodate  it  and  Mr.  Bau- 
mann began  to  consider  the  erection  of  a 
new  hotel.  His  attention  was  directed  to 
a  site  at  the  corner  of  Fifth  Avenue  and 
Twenty-fifth  Street,  which  was  at  the 
time  regarded  as  pretty  well  up-town. 
Many  of  his  friends  favored  this  location 
and  urged  him  to  build  there,  but  Bow- 
man was  dead  against  it.  His  bump  of 
foresight  warned  him  that  Twenty-fifth 
Street  would  soon  be  left  far  behind  in  the 
rapid  movement  of  business  northward. 
He  had  already  seized  upon  the  fact  that 
the  Grand  Central  terminal  zone  was  the 
strategic  point  for  large  hotel  develop- 
ments and  in  the  end  he  was  able  to  per- 
suade Mr.  Baumann  to  the  same  belief. 

^~\UT  OF  these  deliberations  there  was 
^^  evolved  the  Biltmore  and  with  the 
building  of  the  Biltmore,  John  McEntee 
Bowman's  name  began  to  be  heard  around 
town  as  that  of  a  coming  man.  The  Bilt- 
more, which  first  opened  its  doors  on  De- 
cember 31,  1913,  was  the  last  word  in 
hotel  design  and  service.  It  crystallized 
all  the  daringly  progressive  ideas  in  hotel 
construction,  equipment  and  management 
that  had  flashed  through  the  brain  of 
Jack  Bowman,  during  the  years  he  had 
managed  the  Holland  House.  In  it  were 
incorporated  features  that  would  have 
been  regarded  but  a  few  years  before  as 
entirely  outside  the  scope  of  hotel  prac- 
tice.    Yet  it  caught  on.     It  became  im- 


.M  A  C  L  E  A  is"  S    M  A  ( i  A  Z  1  N  1-: 


11 


mensely  popular  and  with  its  success,  the 
way  opened  up  for  g^reater  developments. 
While  Mr.  Bowman  had  been  largely 
instrumental  in  working  out  the  details 
of  the  Biltmore  enterprise  and  had  be- 
come its  manager  when  the  big  hotel  was 
opened,  it  was  nevertheless  Gustav  Bau- 
mann  who  had  stood  sponsor  for  the 
undertaking.  Baumann  was  president  of 
the  Beau  Site  Hotel  Company,  which  was 
organized  to  erect  the  Biltmore,  and  it 
was  on  the  security  of  his  long  experience 
in  hotel  management  that  the  project  was 
financed.  Mr.  Bowman  held  office  as  vice- 
president  and  general  manager  of  the 
company. 

IN  OCTOBER,  1914,  Gusitav  Baumann 
died.  Immediately,  his  protege  step- 
ped into  his  shoes.  There  was  no  other 
alternative.  No  one  had  the  intimate 
knowledge  of  the  older  man's  interests 
that  he  possessed  and,  when  it  became 
necessary  to  elect  a  new  president  of  the 
Biltmore,  there  was  no  question  as  to  the 
identity  of  his  successor.  Up  to  this  point, 
the  young  Canadian  hotelman's  person- 
ality had  been  overshadowed  by  that  of 
his  patron.  Now  he  was  at  last  to  come 
into  his  own. 

Developments  followed  rapidly.  The 
first  was  the  formation  during  the  latter 
part  of  1915  of  the  Bowman  Hotel  Cor- 
poration, a  company  which  will  lease  and 
operate,  when  completed,  the  new  Hotel 
Commodore,  now  being  erected  at  Lexing- 
ton Avenue  and  Forty-second  Street, 
alongside  the  Grand  Central  Depot.  This 
enormous  hotel,  containing  2,500  rooms 
and  representing  an  investment  of  ten 
millions,  is  being  built  by  the  New  York 
Central  Railway  Company  for  the  Bow- 
man Hotel  Corporation  and  will  be  leased 
to  the  latter  for  a  term  of  forty  years. 
It  will  be  twenty-six  stories  high  and, 
when  opened  this  fall,  will  be  the  largest 
and  most  modernly  equipped  hotel  in  the 
world. 

But  even  with  the  Biltmore  and  the 
Commodore  on  his  hands,  the  young  Na- 
poleon of  hoteldom  was  not  content.  He 
craved  new  worlds  to  conquer.  Last 
summer,  following  up  his  scheme  of  wall- 
ing in  the  Grand  Central  with  hotels,  he 
secured  the  lease  of  the  Manhattan  Hotel, 
lying  to  the  west  of  the  Terminal.  This 
hotel  had  been  in  operation  for  many 
years  and  had  enjoyed  a  good  class  of 
patronage.  A  complete  rejuvenation  of 
the  property  was  decreed  and  something 
like  five  million  dollars  was  expended  on 
its  restoration  to  the  standing  and  style 
of  its  big  neighbors.  The  Manhattan, 
leased,  it  is  said,  for  twenty  years  at  a 
quarter  of  a  million  a  year,  is  believed  to 
be  Mr.  Bowman's  personal  enterprise. 

'TpHE  YOUNG  man's  next  achievement 
-*•  was  consummated  last  September, 
when  he  became  president  of  the  Hotel 
Ansonia  on  Broadway.  The  Ansonia  was 
once  regarded  as  decidedly  an  up-town 
hotel.  It  is  to-day  in  the  heart  of  the 
city's  activities  on  the  north  and  in  con- 
sequence occupies  a  foremost  position 
among  New  York's  larger  and  more  fash- 
ionable establishments.  The  Ansonia  was 
being  managed  by  two  of  Mr.  Bowman's 
former  associates  in  the  Holland  House. 
These  men  were  anxious  to  gain  for  their 
hotel,  the  prestige  which  the  association 
of  Mr.  BovsTnan  with  the  organization 
would  impart  and  they  finally  prevailed 
on  him  to  accept  the  office  of  president. 
His  accession  to  the  presidency  of  the  An- 


sonia gave  a  substantial  im- 
petus to  the  business. 

Though  he  has  lived  more 
than  half  his  life  in  the 
United  States,  Mr.  Bowman 
is  still  at  heart  a  good  Cana- 
dian, and  when  the  new 
hotel  enterprise  for  Toronto 
was  brought  to  his  attention 
recently,  he  gladly  consent- 
ed to  join  the  directorate 
and  give  to  the  promoters  of 
the  undertaking  the  advan- 
tage of  his  intimate  know- 
ledge of  the  hotel  business. 
If  his  interest  in  the  Hotel 
Devonshire  is  attended  with 
anything  like  the  success 
which  has  followed  his  jt 

association  with  the  jfl 
Bowman  string  n  f  ^^J. 
hotels  in  New 
York,  it  will 
be  a  fortun- 
ate thing  for 
Toronto  —  a 
city  that  has 
long  been 
handicapped 
by  the  lack  of 
modern  hotel 
accommoda- 
tion. 

So  much 
for  Mr.  Bow- 
man's career 
to  date.  Now 
for  a  brief 
investigation 
of  the  rea- 
sons for  his 
success  and 
an  examina- 
tion of  some 
of  the  meth- 
ods he  has 
employed  in 
bringing  i  t 
about. 

It  will  pro- 
bably be  said 
of  him  by  nine 
persons  out  of 
ten    that    his 


pi 


Above  —  the  lofty 
front  of  the  fam- 
ous Hotel  Bilt- 
more; below — the 
new  Hotel  Com- 
modore, as  it  will 
appear  when  com- 
pleted. 


pleasing  personality  has  had  more  than 
any  other  one  thing  to  do  with  his 
triumph.  He  is  one  of  those  rare  beings 
whose  geniality  is  contagious.  It  per- 
meates his  entire  staff  and  imparts  an 
"atmosphere"  to  the  hotels  he  manages. 
There  is  a  get-together  spirit  among  his 
employees,  a  desire  to  please  the  pro- 
prietor and  show  an  appreciation  of  his 
kindliness  and  consideration.  For  he  is 
indeed  considerate  and  many  a  story  is 
told  of  the  generous  way  in  which  he  has 
treated  members  of  the  staff  who  have 
been  ill  or  in  trouble. 

It  is  surely  a  man  of  breadth  of  view, 
of  generosity  and  of  kindly  spirit,  who 
would  pen  such  a  message  as  that  which 
Mr.  Bowman  sent  to  the  employees  of  the 
Biltmore  on  the  occasion  of  the  annual 
staff  entertainment  a  year  ago.  This  is 
how    the   message   read: — 

"To  the  staff  of  the  Biltmore:  I  ex- 
tend to  you  my  compliments,  congratula- 
tions and  best  wishes  for  a  happy  and 
prospverousi  New  Year.  It  is  unnecessary 
to  tell  you  that  we  have  had  a  wonderful 
year  and  that  the  hotel  has  been  a  great 
success.  You  all  know  it  because  you  have 
all  helped  to  make  it  so.  It  is  all  due  to 
the  sincere  and  happy  co-operation  of 
each  and  every  one  of  you  from  the  high- 


est to  the  lowest;  the  patience  you  have 
shown  each  other  and  your  appreciation 
of  each  other's  problems. 

"We  have  been  through  a  lot  together 
in  the  last  two  years,  and  our  troubles — 
some  great,  some  small — have  brought  us 
closer  together,  until  to-day  I  feel  that 
we  are  one  large  family  in  which  loyalty 
and  confidence  reign  supreme.  I  am  very 
proud  of  you  all." 

This  is  a  message  from  the  heart  and  it 
is  quoted  here  as  showing  why  it  is  that 
all  his  employees  esteem  him  and  give 
him  the  best  service  that  is  in  their  power. 
Through  them  the  public  are  efficiently 
served,  the  reputation  of  the  hotels  is 
enhanced  and  the  success  of  the  man- 
agement is  guaranteed,  so  that  quite  ob- 
viously the  personality  of  Mr.  Bowman 
is  a  very  important  factor  in  the  progress 
of  his  hotel  system. 

A  STRONG  and  exuberant  vitality  must 
■^*-  be  regarded  as  another  element  in 
Mr.  Bowman's  success.  It  takes  work, 
and  much  hard  work,  to  accomplish  all 
that  he  has  done  in  the  past  year  or  two. 
Without  a  sound  physique,  energy  and 
enthusiasm  he  would  have  failed.  These 
advantages  he  enjoys  as  a  result  of  par- 
ticipation in  sport,  particularly  his  fav- 


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One  of  several 
charming  tea 
rooms  in  the 
Biltniore,  this 
one  overlook- 
ing the  skatinq 
rink  on  the 
roof. 


One  of  t  h  e 
•playrooms 
where  the  chil- 
dren of  guests 
and  plenty  of 
amus  e  ment 
during  their 
sojourn  at  the 
hotel. 


orite  horse-back  riding,  and  a  love  of  out- 
of-door  life.  He  is  to-day  a  man  of 
medium  height,  with  a  poise  and  carriage 
which  suggest  extraordinary  suppleness 
and  muscular  development.  Invariably 
well-groomed  and  fastidious  in  his  dress, 
his  figure  gives  an  idea  of  force  and 
energy  kept  in  constant  readiness  for 
action. 

r\  RGANIZING  ability  is  a  third  power- 
^^ful  element  in  Mr.  Bowman's  make- 
up. He  is  credited  with  having  introduced 
a  brand  new  system  of  hotel  management 
into  the  operation  of  the  Biltmore  and 
this  plan  of  his  has  been  copied  quite  gen- 
erally by  the  managers  of  other  hotels 
throughout  the  country.  Instead  of  try- 
ing to  handle  the  bulk  of  the  work  with 
one  or  two  assistants,  he  has  surrounded 
himself  with  what  might  be  called  a  "cabi- 
net" of  assistants,  each  one  of  whom,  as 
manager,  is  responsible  for  some  one  de- 
partment of  the  hotel  organization.  These 
men  are  chosen  for  their  particular  fit- 
ness  for  their  work,  with  the  result  that 
the  entire  system  runs  smoothly  and  effi- 
ciently, each  department  standing  on  its 
own  bottom,  its  head  being  responsible 
to  the  chief  himself. 


Supplementing  the  "cabinet"  is  the  effi- 
ciency board,  another  innovation  of  Mr. 
Bowman's  invention.  The  efficiency  board 
is  made  up  of  men  from  every  department 
in  the  hotel.  The  membership  is  changed 
from  time  to  time,  in  order  to  give  new 
men  a  chance  to  make  suggestions,  but 
meetings  are  held  regularly.  In  these 
meetings,  which  are  of  the  round-table 
variety,  ail  questions  of  improvement  in 
•  operation,  of  efficiency  in  personnel,  of 
ways  and  means  for  better  service,  are 
thoroughly  discussed.  The  findings  of  the 
board  are  reported  direct  to  Mr.  Bowman, 
who  considers  them  of  great  value  and 
puts  such  of  them  as  appeal  to  him  into 
operation. 

"P  ORESIGHT  must  be  included  as  yet 
-*■  another  of  Mr.  Bowman's  success- 
compelling  characteristics.  In  the  Bilt- 
more it  has  been  said,  practically  no  fea- 
ture was  omitted.  He  had  prepared  for 
every  possible  contingency.  The  diver- 
sity of  entertainment  services  provided  in 
this  palatial  hostelry,  as  a  result  of  his 
genius  for  evolving  novelties  is  amazing. 
The  number,  the  variety  and  the  size  of 
the  dining  and  tea  rooms  in  the  building, 
including  such  attractions  as  the  Grecian 


Foyer,  the  Cascades,  the  Ice  Garden  and 
the  Midnight  Supper  Room,  are  matters 
of  wonderment.  There  are  libraries,  con- 
taining thousands  of  real  books;  play- 
rooms for  the  children  of  guests;  a  hospi- 
tal and  a  Turkish  bath  establishment,  to 
name  a  few  of  the  outstanding  features 
of  this  mammoth  institution.  And  through 
it  all  runs  the  genius  of  its  versatile 
originator. 

Mr.  Bowman  belongs  to  a  new  race  of 
hotel  managers.  Time  was  when  a  hotel- 
keeper,  while  often  a  very  worthy  citizen, 
was  looked  down  upon  by  the  better 
classes  in  the  community.  Hotelkeeping 
was  not  exactly  a  genteel  business.  To- 
day the  profession,  if  such  it  may  be 
called,  is  being  raised  to  a  dignity  and 
importance  more  in  keeping  with  its 
standing  in  the  business  world.  The  man- 
agement of  such  huge  establishments  as 
the  Biltmore  and  the  Commodore  is  the 
work  of  no  ordinary  man.  It  requires 
genius  of  a  high  order  to  control  their 
complex  operation. 

A  ND  SO  one  finds  that  this  one-time 
■^*-  hotel  clerk  has  attained  a  social 
standing  in  the  United  States, — that  he 
has  come  to  the  front  among  the  business 
men  of  the  republic.  He  numbers  among 
his  intimates  several  multi-millionaires. 
He  belongs  to  numerous  select  clubs.  He 
was  last  summer  honored  by  being  elect- 
ed to  the  directorate  of  the  Harriman 
National  Bank,  one  of  the  largest  institu- 
tions of  its  kind  in  the  United  States.  In 
short,  he  has  become  a  big  figure  across 
the  line,  not  alone  through  the  amazing 
success  which  has  attended  his  hotel  en- 
terprise but  because  of  his  ability  to  hold 
his  own  in  other  lines  of  activity,  business 
and  social. 

Like  most  big  men,  he  is  notoriously 
generous  and  his  name  is  invariably  to  be 
found  at  or  near  the  top  of  any  fund, 
whose  cause  appeals  to  him  as  meritori- 
ous. He  is  still  enough  of  a  Canadian  to 
give  hearty  support  to  those  patriotic 
appeals  which  have  been  made  from  time 
to  time  in  the  Dominion  since  war  broke 
out.  The  Patriotic  Fund  and  the  British 
Red  Cross  have  both  benefited  materially 
through  his  generosity. 

Up  in  Westchester  County,  New  York, 
Mr.  Bowman  owns  a  fine  large  farm,  on 
which  he  has  erected  a  charming  country 
home.  Here  he  loves  to  motor  after  a 
bard  day's  work  in  the  city  and  spend  the 
evening  in  company  with  a  friend  or 
two.  His  horses  are  here  and  horses  he 
still  loves  dearly.  His  tastes  are  natur- 
ally simple.  He  does  not  care  for  large 
or  hilarious  house  parties  and  so  hi." 
country  home  is  characteristic  of  his 
ideals  in  this  direction. 

Having  in  mind  all  that  he  has  accom- 
plished in  a  score  of  years — his  wealth, 
his  social  standing,  his  position  among 
the  foremost  business  men  of  the  United 
States — it  must  be  admitted  that  he  has 
been  extraordinarily  successful. 


IN  MARCH 

MacLean's 


Sir  Gilbert  Parker,  Stephen  Leacock,  Agnes  C.  Laut, 
Arthur  E.  McFarlane,  Peter  McArthur,  Hopkins  Moore- 
house,  H.  F.  Gadsby  are  among  the  contributors  next 
month.      It    promises    to    be   the    best    number  yet  offered. 


Into  the  Abyss 

The  Story  of  a  Strange  Experiment  Under  the  Sea 


By  H.  G.  Wells 

Author  of  "Mr.  Britling  Sees  It  Thro-ugh,"  etc. 
Illustrated   bv   E.    J.    Dinsmore 


THE  LIEUTENANT  stood  in  front 
of  the  steel  sphere  and  gnawed  a 
piece  of  pine  splinter.  "What  do 
you  think  of  it,  Steevens?"  he  asked. 

"It's  an  idea,"  said  Steevens,  in  the  tone 
of  one  who  keeps  an  open  mind. 

"I  believe  it  will  smash — flat,"  said  the 
lieutenant. 

"He  seems  to  have  calculated  it  all  out 
pretty  well,"  said  Steevens,  still  impar- 
tial. 

"But  think  of  the  pressure,"  said  the 
Lieutenant.  "At  the  surface  of  the  water 
it's  fourteen  pounds  to  the  inch,  thirty 
feet  down  it's  double  that;  sixty,  treble; 
ninety,  four  times;  nine  hundred,  forty 
times;  five  thousand  three  hundred  — 
that's  a  mile — it's  two  hundred  and  forty 
times  fourteen  pounds;  that's — let's  see 
— thirty  hundred-weight- — a  ton  and  a 
half,  Steevens;  a  ton  and  a  half  to  the 
square  inch.  And  the  ocean  where  he's 
going  is  five  miles  deep.  That's  seven  and 
a  half " 

"Sounds  a  lot,"  said  Steevens,  "but  it's 
a  jolly  thick  steel." 

'TpHE  LIEUTENANT  made  no  answer, 
-^  but  resumed  his  pine  splinter.  The 
object  of  their  conversation  was  a  huge 
globe  of  steel,  having  an  exterior  diameter 
of  perhaps  eight  feet.  It  looked  like  the 
shot  for  some  Titanic  piece  of  artillery. 
It  was  elaborately  nested  in  a  monstrous 
scaffolding  built  into  the  frame  work  af 
the  vessel,  and  the  gigantic  spars  that 
were  presently  to  sling  it  overboard  gave 
the  stern  of  the  ship  an  appearance  that 
had  raised  the  curiosity  of  every  decent 
sailor  who  had  sighted  it,  from  the  Pool  of 
London  to  the  'Tropic  of  Capricorn.  In 
two  places,  one  above  the  other,  the  steel 
gave  place  to  a  couple  of  circular  windows 
of  enormously  thick  glass,  and  one  of 
these,  set  in  a  steel  frame  of  great  solid- 
ity, was  now  partially  unscrewed.  Both 
the  men  had  seen  the  interior  of  this  globe 
for  the  first  time  that  morning.  It  was 
elaborately  padded  with  air  cushions, 
with  little  studs  sunk  between  bulging 
pillows  to  work  the  simple  mechanism  of 
the  aff'air.  Everything  was  elaborately 
padded,  even  the  Myer's  apparatus,  which 
was  to  absorb  carbonic  acid  and  replace 
the  oxygen  inspired  by  its  tenant,  when  he 
had  crept  in  by  the  glass  manhole,  and 
had  been  screwed  in.  It  was  so  elabor- 
ately padded  that  a  man  might  have  been 
fired  from  a  gun  in  it  with  perfect  safety. 
And  it  had  need  to  be,  for  presently  a  man 
was  to  crawl  in  through  that  glass  man- 
hole, to  be  screwed  up  tightly,  and  to  be 
flung  overboard,  and  to  sink  down — down 
— down — for  five  miles,  even  as  the  lieu- 
tenant said.  It  had  taken  the  strongest 
hold  of  his  imagination;  it  made  him  a 
bore  at  mess;  and  he  found  Steevens,  the 
new  arrival  aboard,  a  godsend  to  talk  to 
about  it,  over  and  over  again. 

"It's  my  opinion,"  said  the  lieutenant, 


"that  that  glass  will  simply  bend  in  and 
bulge  and  smash,  under  a  pressure  of 
that  sort.  Daubree  has  made  rocks  run 
like  water  under  big  pressures — and,  you 
mark  my  words " 

"If  the  glass  did  break  in,"  said  Stee- 
vens. "what  then?" 

"The  water  would  shoot  in  like  a  jet  of 
iron.  Have  you  ever  felt  a  straight  jet  of 
high  pressure  water?  It  would  hit  as 
hard  as  a  bullet.  It  would  simply  smash 
him  and  flatten  him.  It  would  tear  down 
his  throat,  and  into  his  lungs;  it  would 
blow  in  his  ears " 

"What  a  detailed  imagination  you 
have,"  protested  Steevens,  who  saw 
things  vividly. 

"It's  a  simple  statement  of  the  inevit- 
able," said  the  Lieutenant. 

"And  the  globe?" 

"Would  just  give  out  a  few  little  bub- 
bles, and  it  would  settle  down  comfortably 
against  the  day  of  judgment,  among  the 
oozes  and  the  bottom  clay — with  poor  El- 
stead  spread  over  his  own  smashed  cush- 
ions like  butter  over  bread." 

*»  LJ  AVING    a    look    at    the    jigger?" 

^  ^  said  a  voice  from  the  rear;  and 
Elstead  stood  behind  them,  spick  and  span 
in  white,  with  a  cigarette  between  his 
teeth,  and  his  eyes  smiling  out  of  the 
shadow  of  his  ample  hat-brim.  "What's 
that  about  bread  and  butter,  Weybridge? 
Grumbling  as  usual  about  the  insufl!icient 
pay  of  naval  officers?  It  won't  be  more 
than  a  day  now  before  I  start.  We  are 
to  get  the  slings  ready  to-day.  This  clean 
sky  and  gentle  swell  is  just  the  kind  of 
thing  for  swinging  off  twenty  tons  of 
lead  and  iron;  isn't  it?" 

"It  won't  affect  you  much,"  said  Wey- 
bridge. 

"No.  Seventy  or  eighty  feet  down,  and 
I  shall  be  there  in  a  dozen  seconds,  there's 
not  a  particle  moving,  though  the  wind 
shriek  itself  hoarse  up  above,  and  the 
water  lifts  halfway  to  the  clouds.     No. 

Down  there "     He  moved  to  the  side 

of  the  ship  and  the  other  two  followed 
him.  All  three  leant  forward  on  their 
elbows  and  stared  down  into  the  yellow- 
green  water. 

"Peace,"  said  Elstead,  finishing  his 
thought  aloud. 

"Are  you  dead  certain  that  clockwork 
will  act?"  asked  Weybridge,  presently. 

"It  has  worked  thirty-five  times,"  said 
Elstead.     "It's  bound  to  work." 

"But  if  it  doesn't?" 

"Why  shouldn't  it?" 

"I  wouldn't  go  down  in  that  confounded 
thing,"  said  Weybridge,  "for  twenty  thou- 
sand pounds." 

"Cheerful  chap  you  are,"  said  Elstead, 
and  spat  sociably  at  a  bubble  below. 

"I  don't  understand  yet  how  you  mean 
to  work  the  thing,"  said  Steevens. 


♦'  TN  THE  first  place  I'm  screwed  into 
■'■  the  sphere,"  said  Elstead,  "and 
when  I've  turned  the  electric  light  off  and 
on  three  times  to  show  I'm  cheerful,  I'm 
swung  out  over  the  stern  by  that  crane, 
with  all  those  big  lead  sinkers  slung  below 
me.  The  top  lead  weight  has  a  roller 
carrying  a  hundred  fathom  of  strong  cord 
lolled  up,  and  that's  all  that  joins  the 
sinkers  to  the  sphere,  except  the  slings 
that  will  be  cut  when  the  affair  is  drop- 
ped. We  use  cord  rather  than  wire  rope 
because  it's  easier  to  cut  and  more  buoy- 
ant— necessary  points  as  you  will  see. 

"Through. each  of  these  lead  weights 
you  notice  there  is  a  hole,  and  an  iron  rod 
will  be  run  through  that  and  will  project 
six  feet  on  the  lower  side.  If  that  rod  is 
rammed  up  from  below  it  knocks  up  a 
lever  and  sets  the  clockwork  in  motion  at 
the  side  of  the  cylinder  on  which  the  cord 
winds. 

"Very  well.  The  whole  affair  is  low- 
ered gently  into  the  water,  and  the'  slings 
are  cut.  'The  sphere  floats — with  the  air 
in  it,  it's  lighter  than  water;  but  the  lead 
weights  go  down  straight  and  the  cord 
runs  out.  When  the  cord  is  all  paid  out, 
the  sphere  will  go  down  too,  pulled  down 
by  the  cord." 

"But  why  the  cord?"  asked  Steevens. 
"Why  not  fasten  the  weights  directly  to 
the  sphere?" 

"Because  of  the  smash  down  below.  The 
whole  affair  will  go  rushing  down,  mile 
after  mile,  at  a  headlong  pace  at  last. 
It  would  be  knocked  to  pieces  on  the  bot- 
tom if  it  wasn't  for  that  cord.  But  the 
weights  will  hit  the  bottom,  and  directly 
they  do  the  buoyancy  of  the  sphere  will 
come  into  play.  It  will  go  on  sinking 
slower  and  slower ;  come  to  a  stop  at  last 
and  then  begin  to  float  upward  again. 

"That's  where  the  clockwork  comes  in. 
Directly  the  weights  smash  against  the 
sea  bottom,  the  rod  will  be  knocked 
through  and  will  kick  up  the  clockwork, 
and  the  cord  will  be  rewound  on  the  reel. 
I  shall  be  lugged  down  to  the  sea  bottom. 
There  I  shall  stay  for  half  an  hour,  with 
the  electric  light  on,  looking  about  me. 
Then  the  clockwork  will  release  a  spring 
knife,  the  cord  will  be  cut,  and  up  I  shall 
rush  again,  like  a  soda-water  bubble.  The 
cord  itself  will  help  the  flotation." 

"And  if  you  should  chance  to  hit  a 
ship?"  said   Weybridge. 

"I  should  come  up  at  such  a  pace,  I 
should  go  clean  through  it,"  said  Elstead, 
"like  a  cannon  ball.  You  needn't  worry 
about  that." 

"And  suppose  some  nimble  crustacean 
should  wiggle  into  your  clockwork " 

"It  would  be  a  pressing  sort  of  invita- 
tion for  me  to  stop,"  said  Elstead  turning 
his  back  on  the  water  and  staring  at  the 
sphere. 


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THEY  had  swung  Elstead  overboard 
by  eleven  o'clock.  The  day  was 
serenely  bright  and  calm,  with  the  horizon 
lost  in  haze.  The  electric  glare  in  the 
little  upper  compartment  beamed  cheer- 
fully three  times.  Then  they  let  him 
down  slowly  to  the  surface  of  the  water, 
and  a  sailor  in  the  stern  chains  hung 
ready  to  cut  the  tackle  that  held  the  lead 
weights  and  the  sphere  together.  The 
globe,  which  had  look- 
ed 90  large  on  deck, 
looked  the  smallest 
thing  conceivable  un- 
der the  stern  of  the 
ship.  It  rolled  a  little, 
and  its  two  dark  win- 
dows, which  floated 
uppermost,  seemed 
like  eyes  turned  up  in 
round  wonderment  at 
the  people  who  crowd- 
ed the  rail.  A  voice 
wondered  how  Elstead 
liked  the  rolling.  "Are 
you  ready?"  sang  out 
the  Commander.  "Aye, 
aye,  sir!"  "Then  let 
her  go!" 

The  rope  of  the 
tackle  tightened 
against  the  blade  and 
was  cut,  and  an  eddy 
rolled  over  the  globe  in 
a  grotesquely  helpless 
fashion.  Some  one 
waved  a  handkerchief, 
some  one  else  tried  an 
ineffectual  cheer,  a 
middy  was  counting 
slowly  "Eight,  nine, 
ten!"  Another  roll, 
then  with  a  jerk  and 
a  splash  the  thing 
righted  itself. 

It  seemed  to  be  sta- 
tionary for  a  moment 
to  grow  rapidly  small- 
er, and  then  the  water 
closed  over  it,  and  it 
became  visible,  enlarg- 
ed by  refraction  and 
dimmer,  below  the  sur- 
face. Before  one  could 
count  three  it  had  dis- 
appeared. There  was 
a  flicker  of  white  light 
far  down  in  the  water, 
that  diminished  to  a 
speck  and  vanished. 
Then  there  was  noth- 
ing but  a  depth  of 
water  going  down  in- 
to blackness,  through 
which  a  shark  was 
swimming. 


Deceniber  sun  was  now  high  in  the  sky, 
and  the  heat  very  considerable. 

"He'll  be  cold  enough  down  there,"  said 
Weybridge.  "They  say  that  below  a  cer- 
tain depth  sea-water's  always  just  about 
freezing." 

"Where'll  he  come  up?"  asked  Steevens. 
"I've  lost  my  bearings." 

"That's  the  spot,"  said  the  Commander, 
who  prided  himself  on  his  omniscience. 


.     .     .     A  faintly  moving  figure  remotely  suggestive  of  a 
walking  man.    .    .    .    It  was  a  strange  vertebrated  animal. 


^HEN  suddenly  the  screw  of  the  crui- 
-•;  ser  began  to  rotate,  the  water  was 
crickled,  the  shark  disappeared  in  a 
wrinkled  confusion,  and  a  torrent  of  foam 
rushed  across  the  crystalline  clearness 
that  had  swallowed  up  Elstead.  "What's 
the  idea?"  said  one  A.  B.  to  another. 

"We're  going  to  lay  off  a  couple  of 
miles,  'fear  he  should  hit  us  when  he 
comes  up,"  said  his  mate. 

"The  ship  steamed  slowly  to  her  new 
position.  Aboard  her  almost  every  one 
who  was  unoccupied  remained  watching 
the  breathing  swell  into  which  the  sphere 
had  sunk.  For  the  next  hour  it  is  doubt- 
ful if  a  word  was  spoken  that  did  not  bear 
directly  or  indirectly  on   Elstead.     The 


He  extended  a  precise  finger  south-east- 
ward. "And  this,  I  reckon,  is  pretty  near- 
ly the  moment,"  he  said.  "He's  been 
thirty-five  minutes." 

"Then  he's  overdue,"  said  Weybridge. 

"Pretty  nearly,"  said  the  Commander. 
"I  suppose  it  takes  a  few  minutes  for  that 
•cord  of  his  to  wind  in." 

"I  forgot  that,"  said  Weybridge,  evi- 
dently relieved. 

A  ND  THEN  began  the  suspense.  A 
■^*-  minute  slowly  dragged  itself  out, 
and  no  sphere  shot  out  of  the  water. 
Another  followed,  and  nothing  broke  the 
low  oily  swell.  The  sailors  explained  to 
one  another  that  little  point  about  the 
winding-in  of  the  cord.  The  rigging  was 
dotted  with  expectant  faces.     "Come  up. 


Elstead!"  called  one  hairy-chested  salt, 
impatiently,  and  the  others  caught  it  up, 
and  shouted  as  though  they  were  waiting 
for  the  curtain  of  a  theatre  to  rise. 

The   Commander   glanced   irritably  at 
them. 

"Of   course,   if  the  acceleration's  less 

than  two,"  he  said,  "he'll  be  all  the  longer. 

We   aren't   absolutely    certain    that   was 

the  proper  figure.    I'm  no  slavish  believer 

in  calculations." 

Steevens  agreed 
concisely.  No  pne  on 
the  quarter-deck  spoke 
for  a  couple  of  min- 
utes. Then  Steevens' 
watch-case  clicked. 

Vy  HEN,  twenty- 
'  '  one  minutes 
after,  the  sun  reached 
its  zenith,  they  were 
still  waiting  for  the 
globe  to  re-appear, 
and  not  a  man  aboard 
that  dared  to  whisper 
that  hope  was  dead. 
It  was  Weybridge  who 
first  gave  expression 
to  that  realization.  He 
spoke  while  the  sound 
of  eight  bells  still 
hung  in  the  air.  "I  al- 
ways distrusted  that 
window,"  he  said  quite 
suddenly   to   Steevens. 

"Good  God!"  said 
Steevens.  "You  don't 
think " 

"Well!"  said  Wey- 
bridge, and  left  the 
rest  fx)  his  imagination. 

"I'm  no  great  be- 
liever in  calculations 
myself,"  said  the  Com- 
mander, dubiously,  "so 
that  I'm  not  altogether 
hopeless  yet."  And  at 
midnight  the  gunboat 
was  steaming  slowly 
in  a  spiral  round  the 
spot  where  the  globe 
had  sunk,  and  the 
white  beam  of  the  elec- 
tric light  fled  and 
halted  and  swept  dis- 
contentedly onward 
again  over  the  waste 
o  f  phosphorescent 
water  under  the  little 
stars. 

"If  his  window 
hasn't  b  u  r  sjt  and 
smashed  him,"  said 
Weybridge,  "then  it's 
a  cursed  sight  worse,  for  his  clockwork  has 
gone  wrong  and  he's  alive  now,  five  miles 
under  our  feet,  down  there  in  the  cold 
and  dark,  anchored  in  that  little  bubble  of 
his,  where  never  a  ray  of  light  has  shone 
or  a  human  being  lived,  since  the  waters 
were  gathered  together.  He's  there  with- 
out food,  feeling  hungry  and  thirsty  and 
scared,  wondering  whether  he'll  starve 
or  stifle.  Which  will  it  be?  The  Myer's 
apparatus  is  running  out,  I  suppose. 
How  long  do  they  last?" 

"Good  Heavens!"  he  exclaimed.  "What 
little  things  we  are!  What  daring  little 
devils!  Down  there,  miles  and  miles  of 
water  —  all  water,  and  all  this  empty 
water  about  us  and  this  sky.     Gulfs!" 

He  threw  his  hands  out,  and  as  he 
did     so     a     little     white     streak     swept 


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15 


noiselessly  up  the  sky,  travelling  more 
slowly,  stopped,  became  a  motionless  dot 
as  though  a  new  star  had  fallen  up  into 
the  sky.  Then  it  went  sliding  back  again 
and  lost  itself  amidst  the  reflections  of 
the  stars,  and  the  white  haze  of  the  sea's 
phosphorescence. 

At  the  sight  he  stopped,  arm  extended 
and  mouth  open.  He  shut  his  mouth, 
opened  it  again  and  waved  his  arms  with 
an  impatient  gesture.  Then  he  turned, 
shouted,  "El-stead  ahoy,"  to  the  first 
watch,  and  went  at  a  run  to  Lindley  and 
the  searchlight. 

"I  saw  him,"  he  said.  "Starboard 
there!  His  light's  on  and  he's  just  shot 
out  of  the  water.  Bring  the  light  round. 
We  ought  to  see  him  drifting,  when  he 
lifts   on   the  swell." 

But  they  never  picked  up  the  explorer 
until  dawn.  Then  they  almost  ran  him 
down.  The  crane  was  swung  out  and  a 
boat's  crew  hooked  the  chain  to  the  sphere. 
When  they  had  shipped  the  sphere  they 
unscrewed  the  manhole  and  i>eered  into 
the  darkness  of  the  interior  (for  the 
electric  light  chamber  was  intended  to 
illuminate  the  water  about  the  sphere, 
and  was  shut  oflf  entirely  from  its  general 
cavity). 

The  air  was  very  hot  within  the  cavity, 
and  the  india-rubber  at  the  lip  of  the 
manhole  was  soft.  There  was  no  answer 
to  their  eager  questions  and  no  sound  of 
movement  within.  Elstead  seemed  to  be 
lying  motionless,  crumpled  up  in  the 
bottom  of  the  globe.  The  ship's  doctor 
crawled  in  and  lifted  him  out  to  the 
men  outside.  For  a  moment  or  so  they  did 
not  know  whether  Elstead  was  alive  or 
dead.  Hie  face,  in  the  yellow  glow  of  the 
ship's  lamps,  glistened  with  perspiration. 
They  carried  him  down  to  his  own  cabin. 

He  was  not  dead  they  found,  but  in  a 
state  of  absolute  nervous  collapse,  and 
besides  cruelly  bruised.  For  some  days 
he  had  to  lie  perfectly  still.  It  was  a  week 
before  he  could  tell  his  experiences. 

Almost  his  first  words  were  that  he  was 
going  down  again.  The  sphere  would 
have  to  be  altered,  he  said,  in  order  to  al- 
low him  to  throw  off  the  cord  if  need  be, 
and  that  was  all.  He  had  had  the  most 
marvellous  experience.  "You  thought  I 
should  find  nothing  but  ooze,"  he  said. 
"You  laughed  at  my  explorations,  and  I've 
discovered  a  new  world!" 

He  told  his  story  in  disconnected  frag- 
ments, and  chiefly  from  the  wrong  end,  so 
that  it  is  impossible  to  re-tell  it  in  his 
words.  But  what  follows  is  the  narrative 
of  his  experience. 

T  T  BEGAN  atrociously,  he  said.  Before 
^  the  cord  ran  out  the  thing  kept  rolling 
over.  He  felt  like  a  frog  in  a  football. 
He  could  see  nothing  but  the  crane  and 
the  sky  overhead,  with  an  occasional 
glimpse  of  the  people  on  the  ship's  rail. 
He  couldn't  tell  a  bit  which  way  the  thing 
would  roll  next.  Suddenly  he  would  find 
his  feet  going  up  and  try  to  step,  and  over 
he  went  rolling,  head  over  heels  and  just 
anyhow  on  the  padding.  Any  other  shape 
would  have  been  more  comfortable,  but 
no  other  shape  was  to  be  relied  upon 
under  the  huge  pressure  of  the  nether- 
most abyss. 

Suddenly  the  swaying  ceased ;  the  globe 
righted,  and  when  he  had  picked  himself 
up,  he  saw  the  water  all  about  him  greeny- 
blue  with  an  attenuated  light  filtering 
down  from  above,  and  a  shoal  of  little 
floating  things  went  rushing  up  past  him, 
as  it  seemed  to  him,  towards  the  light. 


And  even  as  he  looked  it  grew  darker  and 
darker,  until  the  water  above  was  as  dark 
as  the  midnight  sky,  albeit  of  a  greener 
shade,  and  the  water  black.  And  little 
transparent  things  in  the  water  developed 
a  faint  glint  of  luminosity,  and  shot  past 
him  in  faint  greenish  streaks. 

And  the  feeling  of  falling!  It  was  just 
like  the  start  of  a  lift,  he  said,  only  it  kept 
on.  One  has  to  imagine,  what  that  means, 
that  keeping  on.  It  was  then  of  all  times 
that  Elstead  repented  of  his  adventure. 
He  saw  the  chances  against  him  in  an  al- 
together new  light.  He  thought  of  the  big 
cuttle-fish  people  knew  to  exist  in  the 
middle  waters,  the  kind  of  things  they 
find  half-digested  in  whales  at  times,  or 
floating  dead  and  rotten  and  half  eaten  by 
fish.  Suppose  one  caught  hold  and 
wouldn't  leave  go.  And  had  the  clock- 
work really  been  sufficiently  tested?  But 
whether  he  wanted  to  go  on  or  go  back 
mattered  not  the  slightest  now. 

T  N  FIFTY  seconds  everything  was  as 
■'■  black  as  night  outside,  except  where 
the  beam  from  his  light  struck  through 
the  waters,  and  picked  out  every  now  and 
then  some  fish  or  scrap  of  sinking  matter. 
They  flashed  by  too  fast  for  him  to  see 
what  they  were.  Once  he  thought  he 
passed  a  shark.  And  then  the  sphere 
began  to  get  hot  by  friction  against  the 
water.  They  had  under-estimated  this,  it 
seems. 

The  first  thing  he  noticed  was  that  he 
was  perspiring,  and  then  he  heard  a 
hissing,  growing  louder,  under  his  feet, 
and  saw  a  lot  of  little  bubbles — very  little 
bubbles  they  were — rushing  upward  like  a 
fan  through  the  water  outside.  Steam! 
He  felt  the  window  and  it  was  hot.  He 
turned  on  the  minute  glow  lamp  that  lit 
his  own  cavity,  looked  at  the  padded  watch 
by  the  studs,  and  saw  he  had  been  travel- 
ling now  for  two  minutes.  It  came  into 
his  head  that  the  window  would  crack 
through  the  conflict  of  temperatures,  for 
he  knew  the  bottom  water  was  very  near 
freezing. 

Then  suddenly  the  floor  of  the  sphere 
seemed  to  press  against  his  feet,  the  rush 
of  bubbles  outside  grew  slower  and  slower 
and  the  hissing  diminished.  The  sphere 
rolled  a  little.  The  window  had  not  crack- 
ed, nothing  had  given,  and  he  knew  that 
the  dangers  of  sinking,  at  any  rate,  were 
over. 

In  another  minute  or  so,  he  would  be 
on  the  floor  of  the  abyss.  He  thought,  he 
said,  of  Steevens  and  Weybridge  and  the 
rest  of  them  five  miles  overhead,  higher 
to  him  than  the  very  highest  clouds  that 
ever  floated  over  land  are  to  us,  steaming 
slowly  and  staring  down  and  wondering 
what  had  happened  to  him. 

JJ  E  PEERED  out  of  the  window. 
'^  ^  There  were  no  more  bubbles  now, 
and  the  hissing  had  stoped.  Outside  there 
was  a  heavy  blackness — as  black  as  black 
velvet  —  except  where  the  electric  light 
pierced  the  empty  water  and  showed  the 
color  of  it — a  yellow  green.  Then  three 
things  like  shapes  of  fire  swam  into  sight, 
following  each  other  through  the  water. 
Whether  they  were  little  and  near,  or  big 
and  far  off,  he  could  not  tell. 

Each  was  outlined  in  a  bluish  light  al- 
most as  bright  as  the  lights  of  a  fishing- 
smack,  a  light  which  seemd  to  be  smok- 
ing greatly,  and  all  along  the  sides  of 
them  were  specks  of  this,  like  the  lighted 
portholes  of  a  ship.  Their  phosphores- 
cence seemed  to  go  out  as  they  came  into 


the  radiance  of  his  lamp,  and  he  saw  then 
that  they  were  indeed  fish  of  some  strange 
sort,  with  huge  heads,  vast  eyes,  and 
dwindling  bodies  and  tails.  Their  eyes 
were  turned  towards  him,  and  he  judged 
they  were  following  him  down.  He  sup- 
posed they  were  attracted  by  his  glare. 

Presently  others  of  the  same  sort  joined 
them.  As  he  went  on  down  he  noticed 
that  the  water  became  of  a  pallid  color, 
and  that  little  specks  twinkled  in  his  ray 
like  motes  in  sunbeam.  This  was  pro- 
bably due  to  the  clouds  of  ooze  and  mud 
that  the  impact  of  his  leaden  sinkers  had 
disturbed. 

By  the  time  he  was  drawn  down  to  the 
lead  weights  he  was  in  a  dense  fog  of 
white  that  his  electric  light  failed  alto- 
gether to  pierce  more  than  a  few  yards, 
and  many  minutes  elapsed  before  the 
hanging  sheets  of  sediment  subsided  to 
any  extent.  Then,  lit  by  his  light  and  by 
the  transient  phosphorescence  of  a  dis- 
tant shoal  of  fishes,  he  was  able  to  see 
under  the  huge  blackness  of  the  superin- 
cumbent water  an  undulating  expanse  of 
greyish-white  ooze,  broken  here  and  there 
by  tangled  thickets  of  a  growth  of  sea 
lilies,  waving  hungry  tentacles  in  the  air. 

'C'ARTHER  away  were  the  graceful 
■*•  translucent  outlines  of  a  group  of  gi- 
gantic spones.  About  this  floor  there  were 
scattered  a  number  of  bristling  flattish 
tufts  of  rich  purple  and  black,  which  he 
decided  must  be  some  sort  of  sea-urchin, 
and  small,  large-eyed  or  blind  things, 
having  a  curious  resemblance,  some  to 
woodlice,  and  others  to  lobsters,  crawled 
sluggishly  across  the  track  of  the  light 
and  vanished  into  the  obscurity  again, 
leaving  furrowed  trails  behind  them. 

Then  suddenly  the  hovering  swarm  of 
little  fishes  veered  about  and  came  to- 
wards him  as  a  flight  of  starlings  might 
do.  They  passed  over  him  like  a  phos- 
phorescent snow,  and  then  he  saw  behind 
them  some  larger  creature  advancing 
towards  the  sphere. 

At  first  he  could  see  it  only  dimly,  a 
faintly  moving  figure  remotely  suggestive 
of  a  walking  man,  and  then  it  came  into 
the  spray  of  light  that  the  lamp  shot  out. 
As  the  glare  struck  it,  it  shut  its  eyes, 
dazzled.  He  stared  in  a  rigid  astonish- 
ment. 

T  T  WAS  a  strange,  vertebrated  animal. 
•*•  Its  dark  purple  head  was  dimly  sug- 
gestive of  a  chameleon,  but  it  had  such  a 
high  forehead  and  such  a  brain-case  as 
no  reptile  ever  displayed  before;  the  ver- 
tical pitch  of  his  face  gave  it  a  most  ex- 
traordinary resemblance  to  a  human 
Joeing. 

Two  large  and  protruding  eyes  pro- 
jected from  sockets  in  chameleon  fashion, 
and  it  had  a  broad  reptilian  mouth  with 
horny  lips  beneath  its  little  nostrils.  In 
the  position  of  the  ears  were  two  huge 
gill  covers,  and  out  of  these  floated  a 
branching  tree  of  coralline  filaments,  al- 
most like  the  tree-like  gills  that  very 
young  sharks  possess. 

But  the  humanity  of  the  face  was  not 
the  most  extraordinary  thing  about  the 
creature.  It  was  a  biped,  its  almost  glob- 
ular body  was  poised  on  a  tripod  of  two 
frog-like  legs  and  a  long  thick  tail,  and 
its  fore  limbs,  which  grotesquely  cari- 
catured the  human  hand  much  as  a  frog's 
do.  carried  a  long  shaft  of  bone,  tippled 
with  copper.  The  color  of  the  creature 
was  variegated ;  its  head,  hands,  and  legs 
Continued  on  page  67. 


In  Merry  Mexico 

By  Stephen  Leacock 

Author  of  "Sunshine  Sketches  of  a  Small  Town,"  "Literary  Lapses," 
"Nonsense  Novels,"  etc. 

Illustrated  by   C.  W.  Jefferys 

EDITOR'S  Nf/l'E. — Stephrn  Leacock  han  been  travelinrj  for 
MacLean's  Magazine.  First,  on  the  maiiir  carpet  o)  Ms  vMm- 
sical  imaginatirin  he  ri.'^iled  Germany  and  "Oermany  From  Within" 
ii-as  the  result.  Next  fie  ucnt  to  Turken,  riyht  to  the  Yiidiz  Kiosk. 
Then  he  came  nearer  home  and  "In  Drii  Toronto"  resulted.  FinaUii 
he  has  1>een  to  Mexico. 


I  STOOD  upon  the  platform 
of  the  little  deserted  railway 
station  of  the  frontier  and 
looked  around  at  the  wide  pros- 
pect. 

"So  this,"  I  said  to  myself,  "is 
Mexico!" 

About  me  was  the  great  plain 
rolling  away  to  the  Sierras  in  the 
background.  The  railroad  track 
traversed  it  in  a  thin  line.  There 
were  no  trees  —  only  here  and 
there  a  clump  of  cactus  or  chap- 
paral,  a  tuft  of  dog-grass  or  a 
few  patches  of  dogwood.  At  in- 
tervals in  the  distance  one  could 
see  a  hacienda  standing  in  a  ma- 
jestic solitude  in  a  cup  of  the 
hills.  In  the  blue  sky  floated 
little  banderillos  of  white  cloud, 
while  a  graceful  hidalgo  ap- 
peared poised  on  a  crag  on  one 
leg  with  folded  wings,  or  floated 
lazily  in  the  sky  on  one  wing  with 
folded  legs. 

There  was  a  drowsy  buzzing  of  cicadas 
half  asleep  in  the  cactus  cups,  and,  from 
some  hidden  depth  of  the  hills  far  in  the 
distance,  the   tinkling  of   a   mule  bell. 

I  had  seen  it  all  so  often  in  moving  pic- 
tures that  I  recognized  the  scene  at  once. 

"So  this  is  Mexico!"  I  repeated. 

The  station  building  beside  me  was 
little  more  than  a  wooden  shack.  Its  door 
was  closed.  There  was  a  sort  of  ticket 
wicket  opening  at  the  siide,  but  it  too  was 
closed. 

But  as  I  spoke  thus  aloud,  the  wicket 
opened.  There  appeared  in  it  the  head 
and  shoulders  of  a  little  wizened  man, 
swarthy  and  with  bright  eyes  and  pearly 
teeth.  , 

He  wore  a  black  velvet  suit  with  yellow 
facings,  and  a  tall  straw  hat  running  to  a 
point.  I  seemed  to  have  seen  him  a  hun- 
dred times  in  comic  opera. 

"Can  you  tell  me  when  the  next  train — " 
I  began; 

The  little  man  made  a  gesture  of  Span- 
ish  politeness. 

"Welcome  to  Mexico!"  he  said. 

"Could  you   tell   me "   I   continued. 

"Welcome  to  our  sunny  Mexico!"  he 
repeated,  "our  beautiful,  glorious  Merico. 
Her  heart  throbs  at  the  sight  of  you." 

"Would  you  mind "  I  began  again. 

"Our  beautiful  Mexico,  torn  and  dis- 
tracted as  she  is,  greets  you.  In  the  name 
of  the  de  facto  government,  thrice  wel- 
come. Su  casa!"  he  added  with  a  grace- 
ful gesture  indicating  the  interior  of  his 
little  shack.  "Come  in  and  smoke  cigar- 
ettes and  sleep.  Su  casa!  You  are  cap- 
able of   Spanish,   is  it  not?" 

"No,"  I  said,  "it  is  not.  But  I  wanted 
to  know  when  the  next  train  for  the  in- 
terior-— — -" 


"Ah!"  he  rejoined  more  briskly.  "You 
adress  me  as  a  servant  of  the  de  facto 
government.   Momentino!   One  moment!" 

1_T  E  SHUT  the  wicket  and  was  gone  a 
*^  ^  long  time.  I  thought  he  had  fallen 
asleep. 

But  he  reappeared.  He  had  a  bundle 
of  what  looked  like  railway  time  tables, 
very  ancient  and  worn,  in  his  hand. 

"Did  you  say,"  he  questioned,  "the  in- 
terior or  the  exterior?" 

"The  interior,  please." 

"Ah,  good,  excellent — for  the  interior 
• — — "  the  little  Mexican  retreated  into 
his  shack  and  I  could  hear  him  murmur- 
ing— "for  the  interior,  excellent" — as  he 
moved  to  and  fro. 

Presently  he  reappeared,  a  look  of  deep 
sorrow  on  his  face.  "Alas!"  he  said, 
shrugging  his  shoulders.  "I  am  desolado. 
It  has  gone!     The  next  train  has  gone!" 

"Gone!     When?" 

"Alas!  Who  can  tell?  Yesterday,  last 
month?     But  it  has  gone." 

"And  when  will  there  be  another  one?" 
I  asked. 

"Ha!"  he  said,  resuming  a  brisk  official 
manner.  "I  understand.  Having  missed 
the  next  you  propose  to  take  another. 
Excellent!  What  business  enterprise  you 
foreigners  have!  You  miss  your  train! 
What  do  you  do?  Do  you  abandon  your 
journey?  No.  Do  you  sit  down — do  you 
weep?  No.  Do  you  lose  time?  You  do 
not." 


•^  "Mapnifico!    Is  it  not?" 

said    my    companion. 

"Excuse  me,"  I  said.  "But  when  is 
there  another  train?" 

"That  must  depend"  said  the  little  offi- 
cial and  as  he  spoke  he  emerged'  from  his 
house  and  stood  beside  me  on  the  plat- 
form fumbling  among  his  railway  guides. 
"The  first  Question  is,  do  you  propose  to 
take  a  de  facto  train  or  a  de  jure  trans" 

"When  do  they  go?"  I  asked. 

"There  is  a  de  jure  train,"  continued 
the  station  master,  peering  into  his 
papers,  "at  two  p.m. — very  good  train — 
sleepers  and  diners  —  one  at  four,  a 
through  train — sleepers,  observation  car, 
dining  car,  corridor  compartments — that 
also  is  a  de  jure  train " 

"But  what  is  the  diff'erence  between  the 
de  jure  and  the  de  factoV 

"It's  a  distinction  we  generally  make  in 
Mexico;  the  de  jure  trains  are  those  that 
ought  to  go;  that  is,  in  theory,  they  go. 
The  de  facto  trains  are  those  that  actu- 
ally do  go.  It  is  a  distinction  clearly  es- 
tablished in  our  correspondence  with 
Huedro  Huilson." 

"Do  you  mean  Woodrow  Wilson?" 

"Yes,  Huedro  Huilson,  president — de 
jure — of  the  United  States." 

"Oh,"  I  said.  "Now  I  understand.  And 
when  will  there  be  a  de  facto  train?" 

"At  any  moment  you  like,"  said  the 
little  official  with  a  bow. 

"But  I  don't  see " 

"Pardon  me — I  have  one  here  behind 
the  shed  on  that  side  track — excuse  me — 
one  moment  and  I  will  bring  it." 


M  A  C  L  K  A  N  '  S    M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


17 


HE  DISAPPEARED  and  I 
presently  saw  him  energeti- 
cally pushing  out  from  behind 
the  shed  a  little  railroad  lorry  or 
hand  truck. 

"Now  then,"  he  said  as  he 
shoved  his  little  car  on  to  the 
main  track,  "this  is  the  train. 
Seat  yourself.  I,  myself,  will 
take  you." 

"And  how  much  shall  I  pay? 
What  is  the  fare  to  the  inter- 
ior?" I  questioned. 

The  little  man  waved  the  idea 
aside  with  a  polite  gesture. 

"The  fare,"  he  said,  "let  us  not 
speak  of  it.  Let  us  forget  it. 
How  much  money  have  you?" 

"I  have  here,"  I  said,  taking 
out  a  roll  of  bills,  "fifty  dollars." 

"And  that  is  all  you  have?" 

"Yes." 

"Then  let  that  be  the  fare! 
Why  should  1  ask  more?  Were 
I  an  American,  I  might;  but  in 
our  Mexico,  no.  What  you  have 
we  take;  beyond  that  we  ask 
nothing.  Let  us  forget  it.  Good. 
And,  now,  would  you  prefer  to 
travel  first,  second  or  third 
class?" 

"First  class,  please,"  I  said. 

"Very    good.      Let    it    be    so." 
Here  the  little  man  took  from  his 
pocket  a  red  label  marked  FIRST 
CLASS  and  tied  it  on  the  edge  of 
the  hand  car.     "It  is  more  com- 
fortable," he  said.     "Now   seat 
yourself,  seize  hold  of  these  two 
handles  in  front  of  you.     Move 
them    back    and    forward,    thus. 
Beyond  that  you  need  do  nothing.     The 
working  of  the  car  other  than  the  mere 
shoving  of  the  handles,  shall  be  my  task. 
Consider  yourself,  in  fact,  senor,  as  my 
guest." 

WE  TOOK  our  places.  I  applied  my- 
self, as  directed,  to  the  handles  and 
the  little  car  moved  forward  across  the 
plain. 

"A  glorious  prospect,"  I  said,  as  I  gazed 
at  the  broad  panorama. 

"Magnifico!  Is  it  not?"  said  my  com- 
panion. "Alas!  my  poor  Mexico.  She 
wants  nothing  but  water  to  make  her  the 
most  fertile  country  of  the  globe!  Water 
and  soil,  those  only  and  she  would 
excel  all  others.  Give  her  but  water, 
soil,  light,  heat,  capital  and  labor,  and 
what  could  she  not  be!  And  what  do  we 
see;  distraction,  revolution,  destruction 
— pardon  me,  will  you  please  stop  the  car 
a  moment?  I  wish  to  tear  up  a  little  of 
the  track  behind  us." 

I  did  as  directed.  My  companion  des- 
cended and  with  a  little  bar  that  he  took 
from  beneath  the  car,  unloosed  a  few  of 
the  rails  of  the  light  track  and  laid  them 
beside  the  road. 

"It  is  our  custom,"  he  explained,  as  he 
climbed  on  board  again.  "We  Mexicans 
when  we  move  to  and  fro,  always  tear  up 
the  track  behind  us.  But  what  was  I 
saying?  Ah,  yes- — destruction,  desolation, 
alas,  our  Mexico!" 

He  looked  sadly  up  at  the  sky. 

"You  speak,"  I  said,  "like  a  patriot. 
May  I  ask  your  name?" 

"My  name  is  Raymon,"  he  answered, 
with  a  bow.  "Raymon  Domenico  y  Mira- 
flores  de  las  Gracias." 

"And  may  I  call  you  simply  Raymon?" 

"I  shall  be  delirious  with  pleasure  if 
you  will  do  so,"  he  answered.    "And  dare 


I  ask  you  in  return,  your 
business   in   our  beautiful       ' 
country?"  .'   ' 

The  car,  as  we  are  speaking,  had  enter- 
ed upon  a  long  and  gently  down  grade 
across  the  plain,  so  that  it  ran  without 
great  effort  on  my  part. 

"Certainly,"  I  said.  "I'm  going  into 
the  interior  to  see  General  Villa!" 

At  the  shock  of  the  name,  Raymon 
nearly  fell  off  the  car. 

"Villa!  General  Francesco  Villa!  It 
is  not  possible!" 

The  little  man  was  shivering  with  evi- 
dent fear. 

"See  him!  See  Villa!  Not  possible. 
Let  me  show  you  a  picture  of  him  instead? 
But  approach  him — it  is  not  possible!  He 
shoots  everybody  at  sight!" 

"That  is  all  right,"  I  said.  "I  have  a 
written   safe  conduct  that  protects  me." 

"From  whom?" 

"Here,"  I  said.  "Look  at  them — I  have 
two." 

Raymon  took  the  documents  I  gave  him 
and  read  aloud. 

"The  bearer  is  on  an  important  mission 
connected  with  American  rights  in  Mexi- 
co. If  any  one  shoots  him  he  will^  be  held 
to  a  strict  accountability. — W.W." 

"Ah !  Excellent !  He  will  be  compelled 
to  send  in  an  itemized  account.  Excel- 
lent !    And  this  other,  let  me  see." 

"If  anybody  interferes  with  the  bearer, 
I  will  knock  his  face  in. — T.R." 


His  head  was  bowed  over 
the  books  in  front  of  him. 


"Admirable!  This  is,  if  anything,  bet- 
ter than  the  other  for  use  in  our  country. 
It  appeals  to  our  quick  Mexican  natures. 
It  is,  as  we  say,  simpatico.    It  touches  us." 

"It  is  meant  to,"  I  said. 

"And  may  I  ask,"  said  Raymon,  "the 
nature  of  your  business  with  Villa?" 

"We  are  old  friends,"  I  answered.  "I 
used  to  know  him  years  ago  when  he  kept 
a  Mexican  cigar  store  in  Montreal.  It 
occurred  to  me  that  I  might  be  able  to 
help  the  cause  of  peaceful  intervention. 
I  have  already  had  a  certain  experience 
in  Turkey.  I  am  commissioned  to  make 
General  Villa  an  offer." 

"I  see,"  said  Raymon.  "In  that  case, 
if  we  are  to  find  Villa  let  us  make  all 
haste  forward.  And  first  we  must  direct 
ourselves  yonder" — he  pointed  in  a  vague 
way  towards  the  mountains — "where  we 
must  presently  leave  our  ear  and  go  on 
foot,  to  the  camp  of  General  Carranza." 

"Carranza!"  I  exclaimed.  "But  he  is 
fighting  Villa!" 

"Exactly.  It  is  possible — not  certain — 
but  possible,  that  he  knows  where  Villa 
is.  In  our  Mexico  when  two  of  our  gener- 
alistas  are  fighting  in  the  mountains,  they 
keep  coming  across  one  another.  It  is. 
hard  to  avoid  it." 


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IT  WAS  two  days  later  that  we  reached 
Carranza's  camp  in  the  mountains.  Wd 
found  him  just  at  dusk  seated  at  a  little 
table  beneath  a  tree. 

His  followers  were  all  about  picketing 
their  horses  and  lighting  fires. 

The  General,  buried  in  a  book  before 
him,  noticed  neither  the  movements  of  his 
own  men  nor  our  approach. 

I  must  say  that  I  was  surprised  beyond 
measure  at  his  appearance. 

The  popular  idea  of  General  Carranza 
as  a  rude  bandit  chief  is  entirely  errone- 
ous. 

I  saw  before  me  a  quiet,  scholarly-look- 
ing man,  bearing  every  mark  of  culture 
and  refinement.  His  head  was  bowed  over 
the  book  in  front  of  him,  which  I  noticed 
with  astonishment  was  Todhunter's  Al- 
gebra. Close  at  his  hand  I  observed  a 
work  on  Decimal  Fractions,  while,  from 
time  to  time,  I  saw  the  General  lift  his 
eyes  and  glance  keenly  at  a  multiplication 
table  that  hung  on  a  bough  beside  him. 

"You  must  wait  a 
few  moments,"  said 
an  aide-de-camp,  who 
stood  beside  us.  "The 
General  is  at  work  on 
a  simultaneous  equa- 
tion!" „„    ^ 

"Is  it  possible?  1 
said  in  astonishment.      ,      ^gs».>-- 

The  aide-de-camp  I  .^^  <^- 
smiled.  "Soldiering  -^^^  i  (f/g 
to-day,  my  dear  Sen- 
or,"  he  said,  "is  an  ex- 
act science.  On  this 
equation  will  depend 
our  entire  food  supply 
for  the  next  week." 


In  the  thick  of  the 
press  a  leader  of  fer- 
ocious aspect  mount- 
ed upon  a  gigantic 
black  horse,  waved  a 
combrero  above  hia 
head. 


"When  will  he  get  it  done?"  I  asked 
anxiously. 

"Simultaneously,"  said  the  aide  de 
camp.  The  general  looked  up  at  this 
moment  and  saw  us. 

"Well?"  he  asked. 

"Your  Excellency,"  said  the  aide-de- 
camp, "there  is  a  stranger  here  on  a  visit 
of  investigation  to   Mexico." 

"Shoot  him!"  said  the  General,  and 
turned  quickly  Lo  his  work. 

The  aide  de  camp  saluted. 

"When?"  he  asked. 

"As  soon  as  he  likes,"  said  the  General. 

"You  are  fortunate,  indeed,"  said  the 
aide-de-camp  in  a  tone  of  animation,  as 
he  led  them  away,  still  accompanied  by 
Raymon.  "You  might  have  been  kept 
waiting  round  for  days.  Let  us  get  ready 
at  once.  You  would  like  to  be  shot,  would 
you  not,  smoking  a  cigarette,  and  stand- 
ing beside  your  grave?  Luckily,  we  have 
one  ready.  Now  if  you  will  wait  a  mo- 
ment, I  will  bring  the  photographer  and 
his  machine.  There  is  still  light  enough, 
I  think.  What  would  you  like  it  called? 
The  Fate  of  a  Spy?  That's  good,  isn't 
it?  Our  syndicate  can  always  work  up 
that  into  a  two-reel  film.  All  the  rest  of 
it — the  camp,  the  mountains,  the  general, 
the  funeral  and  so  on — we  can  do  to-mor- 
row without  you." 

He  was  all  eagerness  as  he  spoke. 

"One  moment,"  I  interrupted.     "I  am 

sure  there  is 
some  mis- 
take. I  only 
wished  t  o 
present  cer- 
tain   papers 


and  get  a  safe  conduct  from  the  General 
to  go  and  see  Villa." 

The  aide-de-camp  stopped  abruptly. 

"Ah!"  he  said.  "You  are  not  here  for 
a  picture.  A  thousand  pardons.  Give  me 
your  papers — one  moment — I  will  return 
to  the  General  and  explain." 

He  vanished,  and  Raymon  and  I  waited 
in  the  growing  dusk. 

"No  doubt  the  General  supposed,"  ex- 
plained Raymon,  as  he  lighted  a  cigarette, 
"that  you  were  here  for  las  machinas,  the 
moving  pictures." 

In  a  few  minutes  the  aide  de  camp  re- 
turned. 

"Come,"  he  said,  "the  General  will  see 
you  now." 

We  returned  to  where  we  had  left  Car- 
ranza. 

The  General  rose  to  meet  me  with  out- 
stretched hand  and  with  a  gesture  of 
simple  cordiality. 

"You  must  pardon  my  error,"  he  said. 

"Not  at  all,"  I  said. 

"It  appears  you  do  not  desire  to  be  shot." 

"Not  at  present." 

"Later,  perhaps,"  said  the  General.  "On 
your  return,  no  doubt,  provided,"  he  added 
with  grave  courtesy  that  sat  well  on  him, 
"that  you  do  return.  My  aide-de-camp 
shall  make  a  note  of  it.  But  at  present 
you  wish  to  be  guided  to  Francesco  Villa?" 

"If  it  is  possible." 

"Quite  easy.  He  is  at  present  near 
here,  in  fact  much  nearer  than  he  has 
any  right  to  be." 

The  General  frovsmed.  "We  found  this 
spot  first.  The  light  is  excellent  and  the 
mountains,  as  you  have  seen,  are  wonder- 
ful for  our  pictures.  This  is,  by  every 
rule  of  decency,  our  scenery.  Villa  has  no 
right  to  it.  This  is  our  revolution" — the 
General  spoke  with  rising  animation — 
"not  his.  When  you  see  the  fellow,  tell 
him  for  me — or  tell  his  manager — that  he 
must  either  move  his  revolution  further 
away — or,  by  Heaven,  I'll — I'll  use  force 
against  him.  But  stop,"  he  checked  him- 
self. "You  wish  to  see  Villa.  Good.  You 
have  only  to  follow  the  straight  track 
over  the  mountain  there.  He  is  just  be- 
yond, at  the  little  village  in  the  hollow, 
El  Corazon  de  las  Quertas." 

The  General  shook  hands  and  seated 
himself  again  at  his  work.  The  interview 
was  at  an  end.     We  withdrew. 


THE  NEXT  morning  we  followed  with- 
out difficulty  the  path  indicated.  A 
few  hours'  walk  over  the  mountain  pass 
brought  us  to  a  little  straggling  village 
of  adobe  houses,  sleeping  drowsily  in  the 
sun. 

There  were  but  few  signs  of  life  in  its 
one  street — a  mule  here  and  there  tether- 
ed in  the  sun — and  one  or  two  Mexicans 
drowsily  smoking  in  the  shade. 

One  building  only,  evidently  newly 
made,  and  of  lumber,  had  a  decidedly 
American  appearance.  Its  doorway  bore 
the  sign  "GENERAL  OFFICES  OF  THE 
COMPANY,"  and  under  it  the  notice 
"KEEP  OUT,"  while  on  one  of  its  win- 
dows was  painted  "GENERAL  MANA- 
GER," and  below  it  the  legend,  "NO 
ADMISSION,"  and  on  the  other, 
"SECRETARY'S  OFFICE :  GO 
AWAY." 

We  therefore  entered  at  once. 

"General  Francesco  Villa?"  said  a  clerk," 
evidently  American.  "Yes,  he's  here  all 
right.     At  least,  this  is  the  office." 

"And  where  is  the  General?"  I  asked. 
Continued  on  page  76. 


^^c,x^^^- 


,;X3='OC 


A  COMPLETE  NOVELETTE 


Danton  of  the  Fleet 

By  A.  C.  Allenson 

Vfho  wrote  "The  Bluewater  Prodigal,"  and  other  stories. 
Illustrattd  by  Harry  C.  Edwards 


"Forty     years     on     when     afar    and 
asunder, 
I'arted   are  those  who  are  singing 
to-day, 
When  you  look  back  and  forgetfully 
wonder 
What  you   were  like  in  your  work 
and  your  play ; 
Then    It    may    be    there    will    often    come   o'er 
you 
Glimpses  of  notes  like  the  catch  of  a  song. 
Visions    of    boyhood    shall    float    them    before 
you. 
Echoes     of     dreamland      shall      bear      them 
along." 

— Harrow  School   Song. 

THE  boys  stood  stiffly  at  attention 
in  the  bare,  oak-raftered  hall,  five 
hundred  of  th»m,  soldierly  straight 
in  their  well  drilled  precision.  A  Spartan 
discipline  that  would  seem  barbarous  to 
the  coddled  youth  of  the  twentieth  cen- 
tury had  set  its  mark  on  faces  and  figures 
not  unimpressively.  The  master,  a  broad- 
bearded  Saxon,  called  the  roll  swiftly, 
the  sharp,  staccato  answers  ringing  out 
like  a  rapid  succession  of  pistol  shots. 
With  the  last  response  he  shut  the  book 
smartly,  and  paused  a  moment.  It  was 
the  final  roll  call  of  the  school  year,  and 
the  rather  sentimental  master  meditated 
a  speech  for  the  moment,  then  regretfully 
abandoned  it  as  too  great  a  departure 
from  the  routine  so  rigorously  followed. 
To-morrow  the  boys  would  scatter,  some 
to  return,  but  to  many  it  was  the  closing 
of  one  of  life's  pitifully  few  great  chap- 
ters. 

Even  the  least  impressionable  lad  felt 
something  of  the  sobering  solemnity  of 
the  hour.  A  sharp,  harsh  command,  and 
in  military  order  the  ranks  filed  out, 
swinging  round  like  a  piece  of  machinery 
and  marching  with  the  precision  of  its 
cogged  wheels.  In  the  gymnasium  they 
broke  up  into  a  noisy  cosmopolitan 
crowd,  for  representatives  of  a  dozen 
nations  were  there.  From  the  throng 
three  boys  separated  themselves,  and, 
arms  linked,  walked  away  from  the  rest. 
They  belonged  to  the  social  aristocracy  of 
the  place,  came  from  good  families,  and 
were  destined  for  the  same  profession. 
Envious  onlookers  called  them  the  "Drei- 
bund,"  or  Triple  Alliance,  and,  while 
other  as.sociations  changed,  in  the  shift- 
ing life  of  an  active  community,  this  one 
never  altered,  and  a  quarrel  with  one 
meant  having  the  antagonism  of  three 
undesirable  foes.  A  healthy,  courageous 
companionship,  there  was  none  in  the 
School  bold  enough  to  challenge  their  su- 
premacy,  which  was  exhibited   in   work 


and  in  such  athletic  exercises  as  the  mili- 
tary rule  of  the  establishment  tolerated. 
They  were  about  the  same  age,  nearly 
sixteen,  and  for  each  it  was  the  last  night 
at  Rheinwied. 

Two  of  them  were  English,  one  Ger- 
man, and  they  had  been  together  three 
years.  On  the  whole,  school  life  had  been 
pleasant.  At  first  the  severe  restrictions 
and  constantly  suspicious  oversight,  had 
been  irksome  to  the  English  lads,  and 
they  never  became  accustomed  to  the 
fixed  German  assumption  that  honor  in 
boys  was  non-existent;  but  discipline  had 
its  values. 

'  I  *  HEY  now  wandered  forth  on  an  un- 
-*-  planned  tour  of  the  familiar  places, 
each  with  its  imperishable  associations. 
The  dingy  Moravian  Chapel,  plain  to  ug- 
liness, where  the  women  sat  on  one  side 
of  the  building,  the  men  on  the  other, 
like  two  antagonistic  species,  between 
whom  the  stout,  solemn  pastor  was  a  sort 
of  mediator.  The  tiny  cemetery,  with  its 
orderly  rows  of  graves,  spaced  exactly, 
as  beds  in  a  well  ordered  hospital,  and 
each  with  its  square,  flat  stone  laid  upon 
its  bosom — nothing  to  distinguish  rich 
from  poor,  symbolical  of  the  ultimate 
equality.  Some  of  the  narrow  mounds 
held  schoolmates  from  far  lands;  and 
here  the  three  lingered,  for  in  the  heart 
of  a  boy  lies  a  deep  mine  of  precious  senti- 
ment. Out  on  the  wooded  hillside  they 
went,  to  watch  the  purple  twilight  drop 
its  rich  mantle  over  the  lovely,  glowing 
valley  of  the  Rhine.  The  eighth  of  Aug- 
ust, 1889,  would  mark  an  epoch  in  their 
lives. 

For  a  moment  their  communion  was 
the  silent  fellowship  of  the  spirit.    With 


the  sunset  would  fall  the  curtain 
on  their  boyhood.  To-morrow 
they  would  be  facing  their  life- 
work,'  eagerly  anticipating  it. 
All  three  were  taking  the  Sea 
as  their  profession,  entering  the  Navies 
of  their  countries. 

Returning  to  their  room  in  the  big 
school  building,  now  dismantled  and  deso- 
late, a  wilderness  of  packed  trunks  and 
jammed  valises,  they  sat  down. 

"What  a  dismal  hole!"  sighed  one  of 
the  English  lads,  viewing  the  wreckage 
in  extreme  disgust. 

"What  a  dismal  company!"  laughed  the 
German.  "It  might  be  a  funeral  instead 
of  our  entrance  into  life,  and  those  boxes 
coflSns  with  real  corpses  in  them  instead 
of  our  caskets  of  fortune.  Hurrah,  for 
the  new  life!  For  the  Sea,  our  home  and 
mother  to  be!  For  the  Navies,  British 
and  German!  And  one  more  for  our  lit- 
tle Rheinwied  triple  alliance!" 

"Shut  up,  you  lunatic!"  grinned  Angus 
Barnsley,  a  handsome,  aristocratic  look- 
ing boy,  who  would  be  sure  to  make  his 
way,  everyone  said,  for  he  had  ability 
and  influence. 

"Now,  if  you  were  a  Russian,  Angus, 
and  Frank,  here,  a  Frenchman,  we  might 
be  glum,  because  in  a  few  years  we'd  like- 
ly be  carving  at  each  other's  throats.  But 
British  and  German,  friends  always,  al- 
lies often,  one  in  blood  and  faith,  our 
Royalties  intimately  related,  we  are  real- 
ly one  family,"  harangued  the  voluble 
German.  "France  hates  us  both,  Russia 
hates  us  both.  France  hungers  for  re- 
venge for  the  debacle  of  '70,  and  the  loss 
of  Alsace-Lorraine,  and  she  hates  your 
sea  power,  your  work  in  Egypt;  for  six 
or  seven  centuries,  with  little  intermission 
she  has  fought  you  all  the  world  over  for 
the  big  prizes,  India,  the  Isles  of  the  Sea, 
America  and  Canada — and  she  has  lost. 
Russia  with  her  Panslavism  and  over- 
lordship  of  the  Balkans,  we  have  one  day 
to  crush  for  our  own  safety,  and  she  hates 
England  for  bolstering  up  the  Turk  in 
the  Crimean  War,  and  halting  her,  after 
her  march  to  the  City  of  her  Faith's  Cra- 
dle, at  the  very  gates  of  Constantinople. 
Every  year  the  Bear  shambles  nearer  and 
nearer  India.  But  England  and  Germany 
are  natural,  God-ordained  allies,  and  with 
your  sea  power  and  our  army,  we  are  in- 
vincible." 

And  so  they  dreamed  with  the  fine 
optimism  of  youth,  as  their  elders  dream- 
ed at  a  later  date.       Before  their  eyes 


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were  visions  of  strange,  new  lands,  noble 
enterprises,  and,  perhaps,  gallant  deaths. 
The  bell's  summons,  reminding  them  that 
they  were  still  under  school  rules  and 
must  be  in  bed  inside  half-an-hour, 
brought  them  back  to  the  world  of  to-day. 

"We  will  make  a  compact,"  said  Bars- 
dorf,  the  German,  springing  from  his 
chair.  "Ten  years,  fifteen,  twenty — no, 
that  will  not  be  enough  to  report  upon. 
Twenty-five  years  from  this  night,  if 
alive,  we  will  meet  again  and  renew  the 
Alliance  made  here  during  these  three 
years." 

"Great  idea?"  said  Barnsley. . 

"Where?"  asked  the  practical  Frank 
Danton,  tall,  square-jawed,  rather  pale, 
acknowledged  to  be  the  most  brilliant  boy 
in  the  school,  idolized  by  the  spectacled 
science  master,  who  prophesied  a  won- 
derful career  for  the  boy  who  needed  no 
teaching,  as  Steinmetz  said — only  his  nose 
laying  to  the  scent. 

"We'll  toss  for  it.  Who  has  got  any 
money?  I  don't  get  my  expense  cash  till 
the  morning,"  said  the  impecunious  Teu- 
ton. 

"Same  here  for  both  of  us,"  replied 
Angus,  cheerfully. .  He  had  spent  his  last 
coin  in  buying  a  ribbon  for  a  pretty,  flax- 
en-haired girl  who  was  visiting  the  Herr 
Principal's  house. 

"There's  an  English  shilling  in  the  cup- 
board there,  if  Angus  hasn't  bagged  it," 
Frank  reminded  them. 

'TT*  HE  coin  was  found,  a  series  of  sol- 
■*■  emn  tossings  followed,  and  in  the  end 
Angus  Barnsley  found  himself  the  pros- 
pective host  of  his  friends  at  some  unspe- 
cified spot  on  the  earth's  surface  on  the 
eighth  day  of  August,  1914.  To  the  three 
lads  that  night  it  seemed  a  whole  mille- 
nium  away. 

"And  I'll  do  you  to  the  royallest  blow- 
out money  can  buy,"-  he  promised  them. 
"But,  meantime.  Max,  hand  over  that 
English  bob;  it's  no  use  to  you." 

"Sixpence  of  it  for  me,"  demanded 
Frank.  "There'll  be  lots  of  use  for  it  on 
the  other  side  of  the  briny." 

"Not  so  fast,"  laughed  the  German. 
"I  never  was  good  like  you  at  the  mathe- 
matics, but  I  remember  that  three  into 
twelve  goes  four.  This  is  the  way  to  split 
it."  He  took  up  a  hammer  and  chisel  that 
were  lying  on  one  of  the  packing  cases, 
and  cut  the  coin  into  three  pieces,  solemn- 
ly distributing  them. 

"A  memento  of  our  compact  made  this 
night,"  he  said.  "We  will  keep  them,  luck 
pieces.  And  now,  my  budding  Admirals, 
to  bed,  for  the  last  time  at  Kheinwied." 

II. 

"V/T  ISS  Barnsley  sat  with  a  book  in  a 
screened-oflf  corner  of  the  pleasant 
tea-room.  She  had  come 
over  from  England,  via. 
New  York,  a  few  days  be- 
fore with  her  brother,  who 
was  on  a  Naval  mission  to 
Canada.  He  was  unmar- 
ried, devoted  to  his  sister, 
who    accompanied    him    in  ^ 

most  of  his  journeyings, 
since  the  death  of  their 
mother.  He  was  away  for 
the  day  on  urgent  business, 
but  the  charm  of  Quebec,  _j_ 

which  she  was  visiting  for         W^3 
the  first  time,  was  making     _  - 

her  loneliness  not  without 
compensation.       The   only 


other  persons  in  the  big  apartment  were 
two  men,  motorists,  she  guessed,  from  her 
casual  view  of  them  in  a  mirror.  They 
conversed  in  subdued  tones,  but  their  deep 
voices  carried  distinctly  to  the  place  where 
she  sat.  She  purposed  to  rise  and  leave 
the  room,  as  she  had  finished  tea,  but 
something  she  heard  made  her  linger.  The 
elder  of  the  two  men,  a  tall,  smooth-sha- 
ven, stout  person,  seemed  restless  and  ex- 
tremely irritable  and,  in  amusing  con- 
trast, the  mood  of  his  companion  was  ban- 
teringly  cheerful. 

"I'm  on  pins  and  needles,"  said  the 
stout  man,  impatiently.  "If  I  had  dream- 
ed he  was  here,  and  that  you  could  treat 
the  situation  so  lightly  you  could  not  have 
brought  me  within  a  hundred  miles  of 
Quebec.  I  have  enough  solid  work  on  my 
hands  to  do  without  playing  tricks  at  a 
time  like  this." 

"And,  on  the  contrary,  I  never  was 
more  comfortable  in  my  life.  This  com- 
mercial life  of  yours,  my  friend,  with  all 
its  detail  and  intricacies  seems  to  be  ruin- 
ous to  the  nerves,"  responded  the  other, 
munching  cakes  with  evident  relish.  "As 
for  me,  my  work  here  is  done.  I  have  at- 
tended to  business,  I  have  seen  the  sights 
which  this  amazingly  candid  people  so 
hospitably  exhibit.  The  trip  down  this 
magnificent  river  was  most  instructive. 
Once  before  I  was  here,  inconspieuously, 
at  the  time  of  the  Tercentenary  celebra- 
tions. Much  has  been  done  in  the  way  of 
improvements  since  we  picnicked  so  plea- 
santly along  the  coast,  and  pursued  our 
agreeable  studies.  An  admirable  thing, 
the  efficiency  that  seeks  not  only  to  make 
things  work  in  an  orderly,  economical 
manner,  but  plans  for  the  plodding  work- 
er to  build  by.  All  true  efficiency  keeps 
a  calendar  dated  at  least  ten  years  ahead, 
forty  or  fifty  in  case  of  the  greater  minds. 
And  now  on  the  heels  of  this  most  delight- 
ful business  trip  comes  the  touch  of  Ro- 
mance, if  I  may  so  speak  of  it.  Fate,  Co- 
incidence, Providence — as  you  will — en- 
ables me  to  keep  my  tryst  with  such  as- 
tonishing ease.  To  probe  the  significance 
of  Coincidence  always  had  a  fascination 
for  me." 

"I  find  enough  work  watching  the 
ground  at  my  feet  without  indulging  in 
star  gazing,"  answered  the  big  man,  net- 
tled by  the  amusement  the  other  found  in 
his  nervousness. 

"Too  close  absorption  in  the  dusty  min- 
ing industries  of  this  admirable  Pro- 
vince," laughed  the  other.  "Dust  and 
grime  tend  to  clog  one's  soul  and  spiritual 
perceptions." 

"Come,  let  us  get  away,"  begged  the 
elder,  as  his  companion  poured  out  more 
tea.  "You  might  have  to  stay  here  longer 
than  you  desired,  and  the  entertainment, 
perhaps,  might  not  always  be  of  the  Cha- 
teau Frontenac  order." 


»'/^NE      MIGHT      find 

^^  compensations  in  a 
hospitality  even  thus  limit- 
ed," laughed  the  other. 
"But  don't  be  afraid,  I 
really  could  not  afford  it, 
with  the  pressure  of  sud- 
den busmess  that  has  come 
into  my  hands.  The  place 
has  wonderful  charm — de- 
lightful old  France  in  the 
New  World.  It  gives  a  touch 
of  dignity  to  a  sadly  utili- 
tarian continent,  wherein 
'every  prospect  pleases  and 
only  man  is  vile.'  I  am  no 
republican ;    I   do   not   like 


your  Porkopolis  places,  and  your  New 
York  rubber-neck  waggons,  from  which 
bawlers  announce  the  fortunes  of  the  oc- 
cupants of  the  houses  before  which  they 
linger,  and  the  number  and  quality  of  the 
wives  the  master  of  the  house  has  had. 
No,  a  city  like  Quebec  redeems  many  Chi- 
cagos.  What  an  eye  England  has  had  for 
the  choice  fruit  of  the  world's  basket! 
Fools  term  her  dull,  unimaginative.  My 
friend,  she  has  the  keenest  eye,  the  most 
vivid  imagination,  screened  perfectly  by 
the  semblance  of  indifi'erence.  Is  it  blind 
luck  that  enables  her  to  hold  the  keys  of 
the  world  to-day?  Your  smaller  creatures 
prate  of  efficiency,  like  a  child  with  a  new 
toy,  she  pretends  to  be  ignorant  of  it,  out 
of  date.  But  where  are  the  fruits  of  tire- 
less efficiency  so  rich  and  abundant?  Dis- 
trust the  Englishman  when  he  admits  his 
weaknesses,  for  there  is,  what  you  call 
the  uppercut  coming.  Cannot  I  persuade 
you  to  take  another  cup  of  this  nectar?" 

V/f  ISS    BARNSLEY    smiled    as    she 
'■^^     heard  the  expletive  wherewith  the 
fat  man  rejected  the  hospitable  offer.  The 
other  laughed  aloud. 

"I  was  star-gazing,  as  you  term  it,  this 
morning,"  he  continued  imperturbably. 
"Daylight  dreaming,  on  the  spot  at  which 
Wolfe  climbed  the  cliffs  that  dark  Sep- 
tember night,  one  hundred  and  fifteen 
years  ago,  found  France  sleeping,  and  in 
a  few  minutes'  brisk  work,  won  this  su- 
perb prize,  this — Canada!"  The  speak- 
er's deliberate  enunciation  of  the  name 
was  powerfully  impressive,  almost  rever- 
ential. 

"What  were  the  words  they  tell  us  he 
repeated?  • 

An-ait   .nlike   tli'    inovitable    hour. 

"The  inevitable  hour!  The  Day!  Pate's 
appointment!  While  there  I  wondered  if 
there  might  not  come  again  the  hour,  the 
sleeping,  and  yet  another  waking  under 
the  ardent  kiss  of  another  daring  lover, 
and  — " 

"Wonder  and  think  all  you  like,  but  for 
God's  sake,  do  both  silently,"  said  the 
other  with  hardly  suppressed  anger. 

"Their  slumbers  are  too  deep  for  my 
whispers  to  disturb,"  answered  the  youn- 
ger lightly.  "I  believe  I  could  be  another 
Wolfe.  Wolfe!  The  name  has  fascina- 
tion. Picture  it,  my  earth-rummaging 
friend!  The  black  night!  The  slumber- 
ing sheepf  old !  The  fierce,  hungry  raider ! 
and  the  prize,  this — Canada."  He  spoke 
now  softly.  "A  land  of  clear  skies,  the 
sparkling  brilliance  that  makes  the  swift, 
keen  mind.  It  is  the  Northern  people,  not 
the  hot  house  humanity,  that  will  inherit  ML 
the  earth,  those  who  have  the  blend  of  V 
fire  and  ice,  the  tempered  summer,  the 
brilliance  of  winter  sunlight.  I  would 
trade  all  your  tropic  luxuriani^e  for  the 
splendor  of  the  exhilaration  of  the  glow- 
ing North." 

"If  you  are  ready  I'll  step  out  and  have 
the  car  brought  round,  and  I'll  thank  God 
fervently  when  I  have  seen  the  last  of 
you,"  grunted  the  fat  man,  rising. 

"I  really  feel  I  am  spoiling  an  exqui- 
sitely planned  situation,  .some  drama  stag- 
ed by  the  gods,"  said  his  companion  han- 
teringly.  "It  has  all  been  planned  for  me. 
I  did  not  dream  he  would  be  here,  I 
thought  he  was  the  other  side  of  the  At- 
lantic, and  I  marching  from  him,  hut 
Fate  has  shaken  the  dicebox  with  that 
clever  hand  of  hers,  and  here  we  tumble 
out  together,  almost  jostling  one  another, 
in  Quebec.  If  he  were  actually  in  the 
city  I  think  the  temptation  would  be  al- 


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most  irresistible. 
However,  there  is  the 
other  side — Waiter! 
A  sheet  of  notepaper 
and    envelope!" 

SEVERAL  min- 
utes passed. 
Miss  Barnsley  could 
see  the  reflection  of 
the  bent  head  as  the 
man's  hand  wrote 
rapidly.  Presently 
the  elder  returned, 
evidently  greatly 
agitated. 

"You  look  as  if 
.vou  have  seen  an  un- 
usually disagreeable 
ghost,"  said  the  other 
quietly,  sealing  his 
letter.  "My  friend 
has  returned,  eh?" 

"Come  at  once,  the 
car  is  at  the  door," 
said  the  elder  man 
huskily.  "I  saw — " 
Miss  Barnsley  could 
not  catch  the  whis- 
pered name. 

"I  had  wondered  if 
he  might  not  be 
here,"  said  the  list- 
ener calmly.  "He 
was  always  oddly 
punctilious  in  such 
matters,  dates  and 
figures,  and  the  how 
and  when  of  events. 
A  day  of  remarkable 
happenings,  this 
eighth  day  of  Aug- 
ust, 1914 !  You  were 
indeed  fortunate  he 
did  not  see  you.  He 
had,  I  rernember,  a 
very  long  memory,  a 
powerful  hand,  a 
fiercely  burning 
heart.  His  teacher 
used  to  say  all  that 
was  needed  was  to 
put  his  nose  to  the 
scent,  he  would  run 
down  the  most  ab- 
truse  fact  to  its  re- 
motest lair.  He  has 
quite  a  big  bill  to 
square,  and  is  a  bad 
man  because  he  pays 
so  inexorably.  The 
men  who  are  indif- 
ferent in  these  mat- 
ters are  much  easier 
to  handle.  A  big 
debt,  a  bitter,  ugly 
debt." 

"This  is  neither 
time  or  place  for  co- 
V  e  r  t  moralizings," 
snapped  the  other 
roughly,  resenting 
something  of  con- 
tempt and  menace  in 
his  companion's  man- 
ner. "We  should  never  agree  on  that 
subject." 

"No,  I  think  not,"  answered  the  young- 
er man  slowly.  "I  do  not  like  covert  mo- 
ralisings  either.  But  as  we  are  in — what 
shall  I  say — partnership,  it  can  do  no 
harm  to  say  to  you  that  it  was  damnable, 
hellish,  vile." 

"Those  whose  opinions  govern  both  of 
us  did  not  so  regard  it,  and — "  He  hesi- 
tated an  instant. 


The  chance  came     .      .     .     Cranswick  thundered  his 
order  and  under  the  water   a   torpedo   slipped  away. 


"If  the  car  is  ready,  let  ua  go,"  broke 
in  the  younger  man,  rising. 

Miss  Barnsley  rose  quickly  and  follow- 
ed them  to  the  door,  undecided  how  to 
act,  wishing  she  might  meet  her  brother. 
In  the  distance  a  slate  colored  racing  car 
v/as  disappearing  swiftly.  Enquiring  at 
the  office  she  learned  that  the  elder  of  the 
two  was  a  well-known  business  man  in 
the  eastern  part  of  the  Province,  with 
large    interests   in    mines;      the   other   a 


business  acquaintance  of  his,  an  Ameri- 
can, also  greatly  interested  in  the  mined 
product.  There  were  many  of  those 
Americans,  with  oddly  Germanic  names 
and  wide  interests  doing  very  active  busi- 
ness in  the  Province  of  Quebec  in  those 
days;  and  there  are  some  still,  very  si- 
lent, very  cordial  on  occasion,  very  popu- 
lar because  of  a  notable  free  handedness. 
They  are  not  poor  enough  to  run  any 
danger  of  an  internment  camp,  and  too 


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American,  when  it  comes  to 
the  proof,  to  have  their  neu- 
trality called  in  question. 
Moreover,  they  are  so  vitally 
connected  with  the  big  and 
wealthy  that  it  is  a  menace  to 
the  big  business  of  the  pro- 
vince to  suggest  that  they  are 
anything  beside  worthily  pop- 
ular business  men. 

III. 

p  APTAIN  BARNSLEY  was  late  for 
^^  dinner.  An  Admiralty  man,  at  pres- 
ent on  Dominion  service,  his  comings  and 
goings  these  busy  war  times  were  uncer- 
tain. Waiting  for  him,  his  sister's  mind 
dwelt  on  the  overheard  conversation.  Sus- 
picion in  those  early  days  of  the  big  strug- 
gle had  not  been  roused.  Little  by  little 
the  world  of  the  old  time  had  to  be  con- 
vinced, much  against  its  will,  of  the  thor- 
oughness of  the  German  preparation  for 
the  long-planned  scheme  of  world  domin- 
ation. Many  were  much  more  suspicious 
of  the  Jingo  in  their  own  land  than  the 
bland  and  amiable  Teuton.  The  know- 
ledge had  to  seep  into  minds  gradually 
that  any  considerable  body  of  men,  no 
matter  how  hare-brained  the  Kaiser  and 
Crown  Prince  might  be,  could  possibly 
enter  into  friendly  houses,  eat  the  bread 
and  salt  of  cordial  hospitality,  receive  all 
the  fullest  courtesies  of  civilized  inter- 
course, and  between  dinners  plan  with 
calm,  philosophic  efficiency  the  best  way 
in  which  to  cut  the  throats  of  their  hosts. 
The  world  had  gone  beyond  that  stage. 
Men  had  still  to  learn  the  extreme  patrio- 
tic piety  of  Court  Chaplains,  and  emin- 
ent theologians,  and  to  discover  that  there 
is  no  deviltry  hatched  in  hell  that  you 
cannot  find  a  kind  of  logic  for,  or  some 
Doctor  of  Divinity  to  father. 

Miss  Barnsley  was  unsuspicious.  She 
had  the  English  dislike  of  a  scene  that 
might  turn  out  after  all  to  be  but  the 
silliest  of  farces.  The  conversation  was 
susceptible,  perhaps,  of  an  entirely  per- 
sonal interpretation.  The  men  evidently 
were  known,  and  to  some  extent,  vouched 
for.  Still  she  was  not  altogether  easy  in 
her  mind.  She  was  a  woman  of  thirty, 
with  distinction  and  charm  of  manner 
and  appearance  rare  as  attractive.  To 
many,  who  regard  the  matrimonial  goal 
as  the  measure  of  woman's  success  in 
life,  it  was  a  matter  of  surprise  that  so 
delightful  a  woman  had  never  married. 

It  was  not  because  opportunities  had 
been  lacking.  Those  who  knew  her  best 
whispered  that  in  the  tragedy  of  Frank 
Danton  the  reason  could  be  found.  She 
had  been  engaged  to  the  young  naval  ofli- 
cer  when  the  shock  came  of  his  arrest  on 
the  charge  of  betraying  his  country's  in- 
terests to  Germany.  There  had  been  no 
more  brilliant  man  among  the  rising  gen- 
eration of  the  Senior  Service.  Coming 
under  the  eye  of  the  great  reorganizer  of 
the  British  Navy,  he  shot  rapidly  to  the 
fore  as  a  man  of  mark  in  the  new  scienti- 
fic school  of  sea  fighters.  Among  naval 
men  of  all  nations,  to  whom  his  genius 
and  inventive  skill  were  known,  he  was 
regarded  as  one  whom  opportunity  would 
carry  to  a  place  on  the  splendid  roll  of 
great  British  sea  captains. 

This  particular  period  marked  the 
transition  of  the  British  Navy  from  a 
comparatively  inefiicient  service,  in  which 
quantity  rather  than  quality  was  consid- 
ered, to  the  most  efficient  fighting  arm 
the  world  has  ever  seen,  the  German  army 


not  excepted.  Then  the  lists 
were  filled  with  imposing 
names  of  ancient,  out-dated 
,^~>.  vessels,  with  antiquated  arm- 
ament, slow,  cumbersome,  ill- 
equipped,  and  kept  in  the  first 
I'-r,  ^  %]  line  because  at  the  time  of 
'^'  4  their  launching  they  had  been 
""^' '  *  '  remarkable.  The  cries  of  Par- 
liamentary economists,  who 
believed  the  Millennium  would  arrive  be- 
fore 1914,  and  that  it  was  time  for  beat- 
ing swords  into  ploughshares  and  spears 
into  pruning  hooks,  deprecated  naval  ex- 
penditures, and  pointed  out  what  a  won- 
derful fleet  Britain  had — on  paper.  No- 
thing appeals  to  me  more  than  the  op- 
portunity to  indulge  sentimental  idealism 
and  at  the  same  time  keep  the  purse- 
strings  tight.  Thus  it  was,  then,  with 
Great  Britain,  as  it  is  to-day  with  the 
United  States,  the  genial  pacifist  had  his 
way  and  believed  with  such  soul  as  he 
had  that  he  was  the  greatest  of  progres- 
sives instead  of  the  most  pitiful  of  re- 
actionaries.. The  Millennium,  unless  it 
comes  from  the  outside,  as  does  not  seem 
very  likely,  will  have  to  depend  on  the 
consensus  of  sane  opinion,  or  the  compul- 
sion of  the  criminal  by  the  law  abiding. 
There  is  still  need  for  bolts  and  locks  on 
house  doors,  especially  those  with  treas- 
ures in  them,  and  to  put  them  there  is  no 
reflection  upon  the  morals  of  humanity  at 
large.  We  cannot  yet  put  away  police  pro- 
tection. The  wealthiest  pacifist  keeps  a 
safe  with  an  intricate  combination,  and 
resents  the  footpad  just  as  if  he  were 
not  a  man  of  peace. 

P  ORTUNATELY  at  the  head  of  the 
•'■  British  Admiralty  was  a  man  who 
saw  only  the  necessity  of  an  efficient  fleet; 
so,  heedless  of  the  cries  of  economists  who 
would  have  persisted  in  sending  thous- 
ands of  sailors  to  sea  in  ships  that  the 
first  broadside  of  an  up-to-date  cruiser 
would  have  sent  to  the  bottom,  he  rele- 
gated the  naval  junk  with  the  big  names 
to  the  scrap  heap,  filling  their  places  with 
fighting  machines  of  the  first  rank.  Not 
all,  happily,  were  lulled  to  quiescence  by 
Prussian  blandishments.  Treachery  in 
the  past  had  richly  rewarded  the  Teuton. 
The  stealthy  preparation,  the  sudden  leap 
at  the  throat,  the  swift  beating  down  of 
the  unprepared,  had  paid  enormously. 
Denmark,  Austria,  Prance  had  been  hum- 
bled in  less  than  forty  weeks  of  actual 
fighting.  Schleswig-Holstein,  Alsace, 
Lorraine,  the  supremacy  of  Prussia  in 
the  German  Confederation,  the  vast  in- 
demnity extorted  from  Prance  —  these 
were  the  brilliant  trophies  won  less  by 
fighting  in  the  field,  than  by  long-plan- 
ned, slowly  matured  treachery. 

In  some  respects  the  memory  of  the 
world  is  short.  When  the  criminal  is 
affable,  powerful,  rich,  it  is  not  diflficult 
to  forget  the  ancient  offence  and  believe 
one's  first  impression  to  have  been  false. 
Now  a  new  day  had  come,  and  with  it 
new  projects.  From  mastery  of  Europe 
to  world  mastery  was  not  too  great  a  step 
for  an  ambitious  imagination.  To  meet 
the  demands  of  the  new  projects,  to  make 
victory  on  sea  as  certain  as  victory  on 
land  had  been,  new  preparations  were 
made.  The  native,  inseparable  bombast 
of  the  Prussian  made  the  danger  less  in- 
sidious than  otherwise  it  might  have  been. 
The  grandiloquent  Mailed  Fist  speech, 
the  telegram  to  Kruger,  the  announce- 
ment that  Germany's  future  lay  on  the 
sea,  the  gigantic  Navy  Law,  and  the  per- 


iodic rattling  of  the  sword  all  gave  warn- 
ing to  those  who  were  minded  to  heed  it. 

T  N  the  dawning  of  the  new  day  and  Bri- 
-*-  tain's  preparation  for  its  task,  Dan- 
ton  had  his  place.  Deceived  as  politicians 
might  be,  the  men  providentially  at  the 
head  of  the  Navy  were  not  to  be  fooled 
by  Teutonic  blandishments  and  amiable 
hypocrisies.  It  was  known  that  an  army 
of  spies,  men  and  women,  infested  Lon- 
don, whose  business  it  was  to  make  Naval 
men  their  especial  study.  Secrets  were 
reaching  Germany — no  one  doubted  that. 
Some  minor  arrests  had  been  made  and 
convictions  of  small  fry  secured,  but  it 
was  known  that  more  than  signal  codes, 
fleet  dispositions,  harbor  defences,  was 
being  disclosed  to  Berlin.  There  were 
searches,  diligent,  and  anxious,  for  the 
man  "higher  up." 

Danton  had  been  on  furlough,  had  spent 
some  days  at  Ostend,  then  in  the  days  of 
its  attempted  rivalry  of  Monte  Carlo. 
There  he  had  met  with  German  friends. 
One  day  the  amazing  hint  dropped  out  of 
the  skies  into  Admiralty  offices.  Danton 
was  found  drunk  or  drugged  in  a  hotel, 
with  incriminating  papers  and  large  sums 
of  money  upon  him,  that  were  later  traced 
to  German  banks.  Search  of  his  rooms 
in  town  revealed  letters,  plans  of  con- 
struction known  to  have  been  sold  to  Ger- 
many, and  a  great  many  incriminating 
documents,  that  furnished  so  strong  and 
connected  a  chain  of  proof  that  escape 
was  impossible.  Even  in  his  rooms  aboard 
ship  was  found  damning  evidence  against 
him.  There  was  only  one  possible  ver- 
dict at  the  court  martial,  and  Danton 
spent  five  years  in  prison,  a  sentence 
whose  lightness  surprised  the  world. 

tJIS  fall  came  upon  the  proud  Service 
'--*  as  an  unspeakable  calamity.  When 
he  came  out  of  the  horrible  place  into  an 
even  bleaker  world,  there  was  waiting  for 
him  in  the  dreary  little  prison  town  a 
woman,  tender,  confident,  true,  whose  an- 
chor of  faith  had  held  through  the  storm 
when  all  others  dragged.  They  saw  each 
other  but  for  a  few  moments.  There  were 
no  pledges,  nothing  was  said  of  the  future, 
but  Danton  went  out  among  men  again 
strengthened  by  the  assurance  of  a  wo- 
man's changeless  belief.  Not  once  during  A 
all  the  terrible  strain  had  Ellen  Barns-  ■ 
ley's  faith  wavered. 

This  her  brother  attributed  to  the  fine 
spirit  of  a  generous  woman,  loyal  to  the 
first  instincts  of  her  breeding.  She  never 
spoke  of  Danton,  even  to  him,  and  he  hoped 
that  the  man  had  been  finally  weighed 
and  found  wanting  in  the  scales  of  her 
clear-thinking  mind. 

When  he  went  away  from  her,  Danton 
left  the  world  he  had  known  and  that  had 
known  him.  He  changed  his  name,  and 
for  a  time  was  in  the  employ  of  a  famous 
submarine  builder  in  the  United  States, 
later  accepting  a  position  in  one  of  the 
young  South  American  Navies,  and  work- 
ing rapidly  up  to  a  command.  There,  re- 
cords ar.d  certificates  are  not  absolutely 
vital.  Coming  from  Rivers,  the  submarine 
man,  it  was  not  difficult  from  that  base 
for  a  man  of  Danton's  powers  to  work 
his  way  up. 

*  *  * 

PRESENTLY  a  servant  entered  the 
■*■  room  in  which  Miss  Barnsley  was  sit- 
ting, to  say  that  her  brother  had  returned 
and  awaited  her  in  their  private  dining 
room.  She  joined  him  at  once,  purposing 
to  tell  him  what  she  had  overheard  when 


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the  servant  should  leave  the  room.  While 
giving  his  order  to  the  man,  Barnsley 
took  up  the  letter  that  had  been  brought 
up.  His  sister  watched  him  curiously,  as 
he  paused  in  his  instructions  to  loolc  at 
the  writing.  Some  instinct  told  her  this 
was  the  letter  the  stranger  had  written. 
He  finished  his  order  to  the  servant,  who 
left  the  room.  With  a  word  of  apology, 
he  opened  the  letter,  and  something  fell 
to  the  table — a  triangular  piece  of  silver 
— part  of  a  coin.  Unfolding  the  note,  he 
glanced  rapidly  over  it. 

"What  an  extraordinary  thing!  How 
on  earth — ?  The  eighth  of  August,  1914." 
said  Barnsley  half  aloud.  He  picked  up 
the  piece  of  metal,  examined  it,  then 
took  from  his  purse  a  similarly  shaped 
bit  of  tarnished  silver  and  fitted  the  two 
together  on  the  cloth,  his  sister  watching 
eagerly. 

"A  most  amazing  thing!"  he  said,  look- 
ing up.    He  gave  her  the  note. 

"Dear  Old  Chap,  (it  ran),  I  believe 
1  was  the  one  to  suggest  our  compact 
of  twenty-five  years  ago,  so  I  should 
be  the  first  to  keep  it.  The  world  has 
reversed  its  motion,  as  we  understood 
it  a  quarter  of  a  century  ago.  Too 
bad  it  could  not  have  waited  a  little 
longer,  instead  of  balking  us  by  a 
pitiful  four  days.  I  am  positively 
hungry  for  that  royal  blow-out  you 
promised — a  sailor's  appetite — but 
there's  nothing  el.se  for  it;  we  must 
extend  the  time  a  little.  I  should  like 
to  have  seen  you,  but  just  now  your 
hospitality  might  be  too  attentive.  I 
wonder  if  F.  will  show  up?  Poor  old 
P.  However,  a  toast  to  the  Triple 
Alliance  of  the  old  time,  and  the  post- 
poned meeting. — M." 


"FJELIVERED  at  the  office  by  hand. 

■^  I'll  go  down  and  investigate.  I'll 
be  back  presently,  but  don't  wait."  Barns- 
ley rose  to  leave  the  room. 

"I  think,  perhaps,  I  can  tell  you  some- 
thing about  it,"  she  said,  detaining  him. 
"It  sounds  rather  absurd,  but  you  may 
judge  for  yourself."  And  she  told  him  of 
the  overheard  conversation,  describing  the 
niotorists  as  distinctly  as  possible.  "I 
feel  sure  the  younger  wrote  that  note." 

"It  was  the  man  himself,"  said  Angus, 
when  she  had  finished.  '"The  other  I  do 
not  know,  but  I'll  find  out  details  at  the 
office.  I  may  be  absent  some  time.  You 
had  better  not  wait  for  me."  And  he 
left  the  room  hurriedly.  She  ordered  the 
delaying  of  dinner,  and,  recalling  the 
conversation  of  the  afternoon,  considered 
it  in  the  light  of  her  knowledge.  Her 
brother  was  away  for  some  time.  When 
he  came  back  he  was  silent  and  unusually 
absorbed.  She  waited  patiently  until  he 
was  ready  to  tell  her  what  she  wished  to 
know. 

"That  note  was  from  Max  Barsdorf,  an 
lid  Rheinwied  schoolfellow,  now  Captain 
11  the  German  Navy."  And  he  told  her 
if  the  boyish  compact,  omitting  reference 
to  the  third  party  to  it. 

"The  Dreibund!  The  Triple  Alliance!" 
she  repeated  quietly.  "The  third  was 
Frank  Danton,  I  suppose?" 

"Yes,"  he  replied;  and  gave  his  atten- 
tion to  the  food  on  his  plate. 

"I  am  afraid  I  shall  be  very  busy  for 
an  hour  or  two  at  the  office  downtown," 
he  said  as  they  left  the  table.  "I  must 
leave  for  Ottawa  to-morrow  and  there  is 
a  great  deal  to  be  attended  to  in  the  mean- 
time.    Can  you  find  anything  to  amuse 


you?     It  must  be  awfully  slow  and  dull 
for  you  with  only  your  maid."     • 

"I  don't  find  it  so  in  the  least,"  ahe 
smiled.  "You  must  not  think  at  all  of 
me  or  I  shall  be  afraid  I  am  in  the  way.  I 
find  the  old  city  very  wonderful.  I  want 
to  see  the  sunset  from  the  Terrace,  and 

■    then,  if  everything  else  fails,   there  are 
heaps  of  letters  to  write." 

CHE  WENT  out  a  few  minutes  later 
^  and  shortly  afterwards  he  left  to  at- 
tend to  his  affairs.  A  brisk  walk  soon 
brought  him  to  the  building  in  which  an 
office  had  been  set  apart  for  him.  On  the 
ground  floor  a  number  of  men  were  wait- 
ing to  be  admitted  to  one  of  the  rooms. 
Hurrying  to  the  elevator  he  paused  a 
moment  to  look  them  over.  They  were 
mostly  of  the  type  very  familiar  to  him, 
reservists,  old  service  men,  with  perhaps 
some  volunteers  seeking  enlistment,  all 
anxious  to  be  in  the  middle  of  the  big 
ring.  There  had  been  a  constant  stream 
since  the  declaration  of  war. 

Barnsley's  experienced  eye  now  ran 
over  them  approvingly.  They  were  the 
right  kind.  Men  from  farm  and  mine 
and  workshop — answering  the  call.  Sud- 
denly his  glance  was  riveted  on  a  tall, 
well-built  man,  clearly  of  a  different  class 
from  the  majority.  The  subtle  hallmark 
of  class  was  on  him,  and  the  men  stand- 
ing round,  keen  judges,  seemed  to  recog- 
nize it.  Barnsley  recognized  him  at  once. 
It  was  Danton. 

The  officer  did  not  hesitate  a  moment 
after  recognition.  There  was  a  cloudly 
anger  on  his  face.  He  walked  forward 
and  tapped  the  man  on  the  shoulder 
sharply.     The  other  turned  swiftly. 

"I  want  to  see  you  a  moment.  Come 
with  me!"  said  Barnsley.  The  other  fol- 
lowed without  a  word  and  they  went  up- 
stairs to  a  private  room  and  the  officer 
closed  the  door. 

"What  were  you  doing  in  that  line?"  he 
demanded  of  Danton,  who  returned  his 
gaze  without  flinching. 

It  was  a  strong,  fine  face,  full  of  clean- 
cut  power.  Barnsley  in  his  wrath  had 
to  acknowledge  that  the  man  had  not 
"let  go"  despite  his  fall.  He  did  not 
know  whether  to  be  glad  or  sorry.  He 
marvelled  for  an  instant,  at  the  power  so 
terrible  an  experience  had  not  shattered. 

"I  came  to  answer  the  call,"  Danton 
replied. 

"The  call  is  not  for  you,  and  you  know 
it,"  rapped  Barnsley,  sharply.  "We  are 
summoning  men  to  fight  the  German — 
against  him  I  mean,  don't  you  under- 
stand?" 

He  was  not  the  man  to  mince  words, 
and  he  did  n4t  mean  the  other's  feelings 
should  be  touched  tenderly. 

"Then  you  mean  to  bar  me?"  asked 
Danton. 

"I  most  certainly  do,"  came  the  swift 
reply.    "We  want  men,  trained  men  where 
we   can   get   them.     AH   we   ask   is   that 
they  are  sound,  loyal  to  the   allegiance 
they  swear,  but — well,  what's  the  use  of 
wasting  words?    I  don't  want  any  fuss  or 
dramatic     scene    about 
the  man  who  wants  to 
come  back  and  that  kind 
of    stuff.      Some    may 
come  back,  but  there  are  ./ 

others  for  whom  there 
is  no  return  road. 
Everything  has  broken 
down  behind  them,  and 
there  is  nothing  but 
space.     For   your   own 


sake,  for  old  times'  sake,  keep  out  of 
that  line.  That's  all  I've  got  to  say,  and 
I  cannot  make  it  too  plain." 

He  uttered  the  prohibition  slowly,  em- 
phatically. There  was  menace  in  his  tone. 
"Barnsley!"  said  Danton  after  a  mo- 
ment's pause.  The  strong  self-posssession 
had  not  wilted  under  the  other's  words. 
"As  you  may  suppose,  it  is  not  an  easy 
matter  to  ask  consideration  from  you. 
I  have  no  desire  to  sp>eak  of  the  past,  no 
protestation  of  innocence,  no  excuse  to 
make.  Let  that  .stand  as  it  is  for  the  pre- 
sent. It  won't  always  stand.  So  much  I 
will  say.  I've  enough  faith  left  in  me  to 
believe  that  hell  will  not  always  be  top- 
side. I  want  to  serve,  I  don't  care  in 
what  capacity.  Is  there  no  place  I  can 
fill,  without  peril  to  the  flag  I  used  to 
serve  under?" 

"There  is  none,"  answered  Barnsley. 
"None." 

"You  used  to  reckon  me  a  man  who 
knew  his  trade,"  said  Danton. 

"The  man  you  were  would  be  priceless 
to  us  to-day,"  replied  the  officer,  moved, 
despite  himself,  as  he  recalled  what  had 
been  prophesied  in  gun-room  and  service 
club  of  the  man  before  him. 

"I  am  the  man  I  was,"  said  the  visitor 
quietly.  "All  I  ask  is  to  get  back  to  a 
British  ship,  under  the  old  ensign,  on  the 
fighting  line.  You  cannot  suggest  any 
service  I  will  turn  from.  Try  me.  I  am 
a  better,  more  skilled  man  than  I  was  in 
the  old  days,  and  I  have  a  big  account  of 
my  own  to  square.  Has  the  country  no 
use  for  a  man  of  my  training  and 
powers?" 

There  was  no  egotism  in  the  speech. 
The  listener,  and  thousands  of  others,  had 
experienced,  in  his  fall,  the  bitterest  sor- 
row of  their  lives.  It  was  the  downfall 
not  of  one  who  was  insignificant,  but  of 
a  stronger  tower  in  the  vital  line  of  de- 
fense. 

"Look  here,  Danton,"  said  Barnsley  in 
gentler  tone,  as  he  considered  the  an- 
guish of  such  a  man  as  the  one  before  him, 
shut  out  from  the  great  opportunity  that 
had  been  the  dream  at  least  of  the  clean 
years  of  his  career.  "God  knows  I  don't 
want  to  rake  up  the  damnable  story.  If 
any  man  believed  in  you,  to  the  bitter  end, 
I  did,  for  every  reason.  When  the  report 
came  out  at  first  I  laughed  at  the  absur- 
dity of  it.  I'd  have  cheerfully  killed  the 
man  who  suggested  it.  And  then  came 
the  proof,  hammered  into  my  unwilling 
mind  by  hard,  cold  fact.  You  made  your 
own  hell  and  jumped  into  it,  in  spite  of 
every  sacred  tie  in  life,  your  country, 
your  God,  your  friends — all  of  us  who  held 
you  as  a  brother,  and  more.  You  were 
meant  for  a  leader,  a  Captain  of  Cap- 
tains. You  traded  us  like  cattle  in  the 
market  to  our  deadliest,  foulest  foe,  for 
money.  And  this  night,  if  I  could 
take  you  out  of  your  torment  I  would 
not!  Hell  is  made  for  deeds  like  yours, 
and  if  I  lied  or  hid  the  truth  to  free  you 
for  service,  I'd  be  guilty  as  you  were. 
Now  go!" 

He    turned   away    to 
the    window    and     did 
i  not    look    round    again 

until  he  heard  the  door 
open  and  close,  and  he 
knew  he  was  alone. 
He  sat  down  to  work, 
feeling  strangely  shak- 
en. The  interview  had 
stirred  him  to  the 
depths. 


24 


MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


IV. 

DAYLIGHT  was  fading  intx>  dusk. 
The  day  had  been  hot,  but  with  sun- 
set had  come  the  delicious  coolness  of  the 
Canadian  summer  evening.  From  the 
commanding  height  of  the  grandly  pic- 
turesque old  world  city,  Danton  looked 
down  on  the  lordly  St.  Lawrence,  its 
waters  brilliant  with  the  hues  of  the 
setting  sun.  A  stark,  war-painted  cruiser 
was  threshing  its  way  toward  Gulf  and 
open  sea.  He  watched  her  every  move- 
ment, his  face  hard  and  drawn  with  fierce, 
hopelss  longing.  As  she  passed  out  of 
sight,  leaving  the  darkening  river  dreary 
and  lifeless,  she  symbolized  all  he  had  lost. 
Eight  years  before  this  cruiser,  now 
plunging  seaward,  had  been  his  command. 
To-night  he  envied  the  opportunity  and 
clean  name  of  the  humblest  sailor  who 
served    aboard    her. 

Barnsley's  words  had  impressed  upon 
him,  as  had  nothing  since  he  left  Eng- 
land, the  immeasurable  gulf  separating 
him  from  the  world  that  had  cast  him 
out.  He  and  Barnsley  had  been  intimate 
from  childhood,  their  lives  seemingly  in- 
extricably interwoven.  For  a  bitter  mo- 
ment the  gulf  seemed  to  be  impassable. 
There  came  again  to  him  the  suggestion 
of  a  former  service  friend,  spoken  when 
the  trial  was  almost  over.  It  summed  up 
the  judgment  of  the  men  he  had  known, 
their  best,  kindest  advice. 

"There's  always  the  big  retreat,  Dan- 
ton.     There's  always  the  way  of  the  bul- 
let."    A  thousand  times,  in   crucial  mo- 
ments,   when     the    fighting    spirit,    had 
pressed,  had  pulsed  low,  the  words  had 
echoed  through  his  mind.     "The  big  re- 
treat.   The  way  of  the  bullet!"    He  had 
always   repulsed   the    bitter    advice    con- 
temptuously.     To-night   it   came   to   him 
like   a  ringing  bugle   call.     A   fierce  de- 
termination to  fight  hell  back  to  his  last 
gasp  gripped  him  anew.    There  should  be 
no  retreat.    If  he  had  to  go  down  without 
vindication,    it    should    be    fighting,    and 
from  the  fire  of  the  enemy.     All  had  not 
been  lost.     Ont  of  the  mists  of  the  past, 
the   darkness  of   the   present,   came   the 
face,  sweet  and  tender,  of  the  woman  who 
had  not  failed  him. 

npHE  HARD  lines  in  his  face  softened, 
-*■  his  figure  whipped  up  straight.  There 
was  much  to  fight  for  beside  his  own  place 
irt  the  world,  a  woman's  faith  to  justify, 
her  love  to  crown. 

"Frank!"  a  voice  called  softly;  a  hand 
was  laid  on  his  arm.  For  a  moment  he 
thought  it  was  but  the  dream  face  he  had 
hungered  for. 

"Ellen!"  he  whispered.  And  then,  as 
he  looked  upon  her,  the  gulf  separating 
her  from  him  seemed  wide  as  eternity, 
the  prison  brand  to  be  stamped  inerasibly 
on  his  very  forehead. 

"Take  me  away  from  here,  where  we 
may  speak,"  she  said.  They  walked  on  in 
silence  until  they  came  to  a  more  secluded 
spot.  Her  eyes  shone  with  an  eager  light, 
the  color  glowed  in  her  face.  Trouble 
and  the  heavy  burden  of  suffering  love 
had  given  to  her  a  new,  rarer  beauty. 
There  came  to  him  a  determination  to 
keep  this  last  holy  thing  given  to  him 
from  the  vultures  that  ever  hovered  over 
him. 

"Ellen,  you  should  not  have  done  this," 
he  said.  "Can't  you  see,  dear,  that  the 
thought  of  you  being  soiled  by  contact 
with  my  evils  is  bitterest  of  all.  I  cannot 
bear  the  thought  of  any  clouding  of  your 
life." 


"You  can't  help  it,  Frank,"  she  smiled. 
"I  am  what  I  am,  so  near  to  you  In  every 
thought,  that  the  clouds  that  are  over 
you  must  darken  my  skies.  I  would  not 
have  it  otherwise.  If  I  feared  to  walk 
with  you  in  the  darkness  I  should  not  be 
fit  to  stand  with  you  when  the  sunlight 
comes  again." 

The  wonder  of  her  clear  shining  love 
awed  him  to  new  reverence,  and  kept  him 
silent. 

"And  the  light  is  coming,  I  know  it,  I 
know  it,"  she  said  with  a  strange  triumph 
ant  conviction  that  startled  him.  "Now 
tell  me  of  these  last  years." 


CO 


HE  told  her  of  his  work  in  the 
States,  the  gaining  of  the  first  foot- 
hold from  which  he  had  climbed  to  the 
commission  he  had  more  recently  held. 
It  was  not  a  great  position,  but  still  a 
notch  on  the  face  of  the  steep  cliff  from 
which  advance  might  be  made.  Then, 
when  the  war  clouds  were  gathering,  so 
sOre  was  he  that  the  day  prepared  for 
30  long  by  the  Prussian  war  bureaucracy 
had  been  determined  upon  by  them,  and 
the  decision  arrived  at  to  make  the  Sara- 
jevo murders  the  excuse  for  the  raid  upon 


What  is  the  strangest  inda.^- 
trij  in  Canada?  An  article  in 
March  MacLe.vn's  will  tell 
ivhat  it  is  and  all  about  it. 


civilization,  that  he  threw  up  his  commis- 
sion and  hastened  north  at  once. 

He  told  her  of  his  interview  with  her 
brother  an  hour  or  two  before. 

"We  cannot  blame  him,  Ellen,"  he  said. 
"In  his  place,  with  similar  facts  before 
me,  I  should  do  the  same." 

"But  Angus  cannot  bar  every  door," 
she  encouraged  him.  "The  war  is  your 
big  opportunity.     There  must  be  a  way." 

"If  I  have  to  go  the  round  of  the  Em- 
pire till  I  find  a  hole  in  the  fence,  I  am 
going  to  get  inside."  There  was  a  dogged 
determination  in  the  set  face,  a  hopteiul- 
ness  in  his  voice  that  still  further  stimu- 
lated her  own  courage.  She  did  not  think 
her  loyalty  to  Angus  permitted  her  to 
speak  of  the  Barsdorf  coming  and  the 
letter,  but  she  drew  him  on,  speaking  of 
the  old  school  friendship  until  he  had  told 
her  of  the  compact  that  had  fixed  this 
day  as  the  time  of  the  reunion.  She  ex- 
pressed a  wish  to  have  the  piece  of  silver 
he  had  kept,  and  he  gave  it  to  her.  They 
conversed  till  the  darkness  was  falling, 
then  turned  to  go  back. 

"There  is  one  thing,  Frank,  that  we  must 
change,"  she  said.  "I  must  know  where 
you  are,  so  that  we  may  write  to  each 
other.  The  silence  since  you  left  Eng- 
land had  been  hardest  of  all  to  bear. 
There  is  no  need  for  that  to  continue." 

She  gave  him  her  address  in  Ottawa 
and  he  promised  to  acquiesce  in  her  plans. 
He  went  with  her  as  far  as  he  dared  in 
the  direction  of  the  hotel,  and,  with  her 
kiss  glowing  on  his  lips,  watched  her  till 
she  disappeared. 


V. 

THERE  was  a  fresh  color  in  her 
cheeks,  and  her  eyes  shone  brightly 
when  she  entered  the  sitting  room  to  find 
her  brother  back  from  his  work.  He 
was  buried  in  thought,  with  newspapers 
-about  him  on  the  floor. 

"You  are  late,  Ellen,"  he  greeted  her. 
"The  air  has  done  you  good.  You  look 
charming,  my  dear." 

"It  was  very  delightful,"  she  answered. 
"I  have  been  with  Frank.  It  is  right  that 
you  should  know  it,  Angus." 

"I  am  sorry,"  he  responded  slowly.  "I 
had  hoped  that  trouble  was  dead  and 
buried  beyond  hope  of  resurrection." 

"Angus,"  she  said.     "You  have  always 
been    kind   and    considerate   to   me.      We 
have  been  much  more  to  each  other  than 
brother  and  sister  usually  are,  and  I  wish 
you  to  understand  fully.    There  has  never 
been  and  never  can  be,  any  change  in  my 
relationship  with  Frank.     Whether  he  is 
vindicated  before   the  world,   or   not,   he 
needs   no  clearing  in   my  eyes.     I   know 
what  you   could   say.     There  is  not  one 
black  fact  unknown  to  me.    I  have  search- 
ed them  piece  by  piece,  seeking  the  loop- 
hole,  the   falseness   that    is   there    some- 
where.    I  do  not  blame  you,  but  I  have 
other  standards  to  judge  by.     You  need 
not     fear     awkward     developments,     for 
there  will  be  no  change  until  the  truth  is 
established.     I  would  marry  him  to-mor- 
row, but  he  would  not  let  me.    So  we  wait 
for  the  dawning.     We  have  waited  long, 
eight  years  already.     It  has  been  a  heavy 
task,  and  yet  light  for  his  sake.    We  know 
that  the  vindication  in  full  light  of  day 
will  come." 

"I  would  give  all  I  possess,  for  his  sake 
as  well  as  yours,  for  my  own  also,  if  it 
could  be  so,"  he  answered  sadly.  "I  sup- 
pose he  told  you  that  he  had  seen  me?" 

"Yes,  you  were  right  according  to  your 
standards,"  she  agreed.  "You  could  have 
done  nothing  else.  That  I  know,  and  so 
does  Frank.  But,  Angus,  there  are  some 
questions  puzzling  me.  There  is  meaning 
in  them  I  do  not  understand  as  yet,  but  I 
am  convinced  that  if  I  could  have  them 
answered  a  clue  could  be  found  to  the 
method  by  which  Frank  was  betrayed. 
All  the  evening,  ever  since  you  received 
that  note,  they  have  been  turning  in  my 
mind.  Who  was  it  the  man  from  the  tea- 
room saw  when  he  went  out  to  the  gar- 
age? Could  it  have  been  Frank  the  spy 
saw?  It  was  some  one  known  to  both 
of  them.  I  did  not  speak  to  Frank  about 
it,  or  about  Captain  Barsdorf.  I  thought 
perhaps  it  would  not  be  exactly  in  accord- 
ance with  my  duty  to  you." 

"It  was  very  thoughtful  of  you,  dear, 
he  said  appreciatively.  "Yes,  I  have  been 
considering  that,  and  I  think  the  proba- 
bilities are  it  was  Frank.  It  is  quite 
possible  that  a  spy,  now  active  here,  may 
have  worked  before  in  another  field.  When 
one  becomes  known  or  suspected  by  reason 
of  his  undue  prominence  in  any  particular 
direction,  the  German  service  will  move 
him  across  the  world  to  a  healthier  and 
still  useful  spot." 


THE  SUBJECT  was  a  distressing  one, 
his  love  for  her  making  him  very  sen- 
sitive about  hurting  her  feelings.  He 
could  quite  understand  that  a  prominent 
Prussian  secret  service  man,  who  knew 
his  England,  would  not  be  ignorant  of  the 
Danton  aff"air.  Who  could  know?  The 
man  might  have  been  mixed  up  with  the 
naval  officer's  downfall. 


MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


t. 


"Then  if  it  was  Frank,  why  should  this 
man   fear   him   so   much?"   she   pursued. 
"One  might  expect  contempt  toward  a  tool 
used  for  a  base  purpose,  ruined  and  cast 
aside.    But  the  man  was  in  abject,  tremb- 
ling:  fear.      Why   did    Captain    Barsdorf 
say  it  was  well  for  the  man   Frank  had 
not  seen  him,  that  Frank 
had  a  long  memory,  a  pow- 
erful hand,  a  fiercely  burn- 
ing heart?     That  does  not 
sound  like  the  mere  de.9ire 
to  avoid  a  despicable  trai- 
tor, does  it?" 

"I  do  not  understand  it 
myself,"  replied  Barnsley. 
This  he  did  understand, 
that  former  confederate.s 
might  easily  disagree,  and, 
in  such  evil  matters,  the 
disagreement  might  be 
deadly.  Danton  had  not 
been  the  man  to  be  cast 
aside  easily. 

"And  what  did  Captain 
Barsdorf     mean 
by    saying    that 
some  act  of  the 
spy's,    for    that 
was  the  distinct 
implication      o  f 
the      conversa- 
tion, was  'damn- 
able,      hellish, 
vile?'  Would  not 
the      words     fit 
some   evil    trap   laid   to 
catch      an      innocent 
man?"  she   asked. 

The  force  of  her  rea- 
soning impressed  itself 
upon  her  brother,  but 
he  made  no  reply.  There 
was  much  to  weigh  and 
consider. 

"And  there  is  one 
thing  more,"  she  con- 
tinued, driving  home 
her  argument.  "Cap- 
tain Barsdorf.  refers  to 
Frank  in  his  note  and, 
certainly  not  at  all  con- 
temptuously. I  suppose 
mean  Frank?" 

He  nodded  in  reply. 
"And  why,  in  the  same  connection, 
does  Captain  Barsdorf  underline  the 
word  triple  in  the  note?  Would  it  liot  seem 
that  he  does  not  exclude  Frank  from  his 
friendship.  Captain  Barsdorf  is  a  man 
of  honor,  is  he  not?" 

"Undoubtedly,"  replied  Barnsley  read- 
ily. There  had  been  no  submarine  fright- 
fulness,  no  butchery  of  helpless  women 
and  children  on  the  high  seas  by  German 
submarine  commanders  as  yet,  and  the 
German  naval  officer  was  still  classified 
with  the  men  of  a  chivalrous  profession. 
"Would  he  be  willing,  do  you  think,  to 
associate,  even  indirectly,  with  one  who, 
though  his  villainy  had  been  of  service  to 
Germany,  was  a  traitor  to  his  own  flag?" 
she  continued.  "Would  he  call  that  man 
friend  who  sold  his  own  country?  Is 
there  not  still  a  code  among  all  honorable 
men — friends  or  foes — that  bars  for  ever 
the  traitor  from  fellow.ship?  Would  Cap- 
tain Barsdorf,  the  man  you  know,  call 
that  officer  a  friend,  discovered  or  undis- 
covered, who  had  betrayed  his  country? 
Whatever  England,  the  Admiralty,  you, 
may  believe.  Captain  Barsdorf  knows  that 
Frank  was  guiltless,  and  he  was  speaking 
of  the  plot  that  ruined  his  friend,  though 
of  another  and  an  enemy  nationality, 
when  he  called  it  'damnable,  hellish, 
vile!'     And  Angus " 


must 


"Frank!"  a  voice  called  softly; 
a    hand   was    laid    on    his    arm. 


He  looked  up  doubtful,  perplexed. 

"Keep  the  nieces  of  silver  for  me.  Here 
is  the  third  part,"  she  said.  "You  may 
give  them  to  me  on  my  wedding  morning 
when  we  enter  into  the  full  sunlight  again. 
I  can  see  the  dawn  coming,  ever  so  faintly 
perhaps,  but  the  sun  is  behind  it,  rising, 
and  the  day  will  soon  be  here.  Good-night, 
dear."    And  she  bent  over  and  kissed  him. 

l_r  E  WAS  still  busy  with  his  thoughts 
*  •'■  when  a  call  came.  He  had  been  ex- 
ppcting  it,  so  flinging  on  a  light  coat  and 
cap  he  went  downstairs.  A  car  was  wait- 
ing with  three  men  in  it.  He  jumped  in 
and  a  few  minutes  later  they  were  across 
the  '•iver  speeding  into  the  dark  country. 
For  over  two  hours  they  rushed  along  at 
racing  speed,  and  at  last  drew  up  by  the 
side  of  a  small  lake.  High  up  the  steep 
slope  stood  a  spacious  house,  standing  in 
extensive  grounds,  and  commanding  a  full 
view  of  the  water  and  a  wide  range  of 
hilly  country  beyond.  It  was  the  country 
residence  of  Schwartz,  the  mining  opera- 
tor, within  which  he  had  dispersed  lavish 


25 

country-house  hospitality  to  an  admiring 

circle  of  neighbors  and  friends.     Popular 

with   farmers   and  tradesmen,  he  never 

haggled  about  prices  and  paid  spot  cash. 

Such  a  man  is  idolized  in 

any    community    wherein 

money   is   the   true   elixir 

vitae. 

A    drowsy   farm    bailiff 
came    to    the    door.      His 
master  had  gone  away  that 
morning,  and  was  likely  to 
be  away  for  some  time,  in 
the     States     like     enough. 
Examination  of  the  house 
showed   the   probability  of 
the  absence   being   a   very 
long  one.    Papers  had  been 
collected     and     destroyed, 
for  the  big  open  fire  place 
was    full    of    charred    re- 
mains.    All   had  not  been 
burned  in  the  hurried  task. 
The  .searchers  found  plans 
of  the  roads  in  the  county, 
drawn    with    the    intimate 
fidelity    of    the    laborious 
Teutonic  draughtsman,  ac- 
curate maps  of  the   valu- 
able mine  properties  of  the 
vicinity,    that    had    inter- 
ested    German     capital 
largely,    the   "whereabouts 
of  the  large  stores  of  ex- 
plosives, lists  of  the  more 
important  families  in   the 
neighborhood,  and  the  esti- 
mated wealth  of  the  more 
notable   residents.        With 
the  same  fidelity  to  detail 
that  had  characterized  pre- 
paration   for    the    Teu- 
tonic  raid  on   Belgium 
and     northern     France, 
Eastern     Canada     had 
been  mapped  out  under 
the  eye  of  the  amiable 
German-American,    Mr. 
Schwartz,    in    Germany 
a  German,   in   America 
an  American,  jealous  of 
the  honor  of  the  "flag  of 
his    adoption"    and     in 
Canada    the   friend    of 
all,  the  enemy  of  none, 
smiling,    fatly    urbane, 
rich. 

IN  A  remote  building  was  discovered  a 
powerful  wireless  plant  that  had  been 
dismantled.  The  bailiff  knew  there  was 
some  funny  machinery  there,  but  had  been 
told  he  must  not  go  near  it  as  experiments 
with  dynamite  were  being  made.  What 
did  he  know  about  such  things?  There 
was  little  doubt  that  the  snug,  country 
residence  of  the  rich  bachelor  had  been  a 
safe  rendezvous,  not  far  from  the  line, 
for  those  who  sought  to  prepare  the  way 
for  a  possible  German  Colonial  Empire 
in  North  America,  money  being  used  as 
the  most  effective  blind. 

Never  has  there  been  better  illustration 
than  in  these  recent  years  that,  no  matter 
what  God  men  may  worship,  or  to  what 
King  or  country  they  may  profess  alle- 
giance, the  God  and  Monarch  that  levels 
all  barriers  and  makes  men  one  is  He  of 
the  hundred  cents,  the  Almighty  Dollar. 
In  his  presence  even  the  voice  of  Con- 
science is  hushed.  He  has  as  many  logical 
reasons  for  demonstrating  black  to  be 
white  as  a  Prussian  doctor  of  philosophy 
or  religion  in  proving  murder  a  positive 
virtue. 

Barnsley  annexed,  as  his  own  private 
booty,  a  rare  photograph  of  the  ex-mining 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


magnate.  He  was  desirous  of  establish- 
ing if  possilbe  any  connection  tiiere  might 
be  between  the  man  in  the  lonely  Quebec 
hills  and  the  downfall  in  London  and  Os- 
tend  of  Frank  Danton.  That  there  was 
some  link  he  no  longer  doubted,  but  how 
its  discovery  would  help  his  former 
friend,  or  Ellen,  he  did  not  see. 

'IpHE  NEXT  day  he  left  for  Ottawa 
-•-  with  his  sister,  and  shortly  after- 
wards was  recalled  to  England  for  a 
short  time,  Ellen  remaining  with  friends 
until  he  should  return.  She  was  not  idle 
in  the  meantime,  and,  as  Captain  Barns- 
ley's  sister  played  her  part  during  the 
manifold  activities  of  those  early  war 
■days. 

Canada  was  fully  awake,  armies  were 
being  enrolled,  equipped,  drilled,  and  sent 
overseas  to  blazon  the  name  of  the  Domin- 
ion fadelessly  on  the  scroll  of  fame.  Naval 
matters  were  not  ignored.  There  were 
enemy  raiders  afloat,  fast,  powerful,  en- 
terprising, lacking  nothing  either  of  sup- 
plies or  information  from  well  planted 
agencies  all  over  the  Continent.  On  both 
coasts  deep  anxiety  was  felt  despite  the 
sheltering  of  the  mighty  British  Navy. 
Seas  are  wide,  and,  in  hunting,  more 
hounds  than  hares  are  required.  Many 
nervous  folk  lived  in  apprehension  of  an 
attack  upon  the  land  they  had  deemed  to 
be  inviolable.  Theories  went  by  the  board 
in  minutes,  and  many  a  pacifist  who  had 
demonstrated,  in  the  abstract,  to  the  last 
dot  and  dash,  the  absolute  impossibility  of 
7if"°u"^  things,  found  to  his  alarm  that 
the  theoretic  and  moral  impossibility  had 
become  a  probability,  and  that  his  only 
protection  from  an  impossible  raid  by  a 
benevolent  people  lay  in  the  activity  and 
ceaseless  vigilance  of  the  ships  and  sailors 
of  Great  Britain  three  thousand  miles 
away.  Many  an  eloquent  orator  whose 
home  bordered  on  the  ocean  wished  with 
all  the  intensity  of  his  nature  that  one  of 
those  floating  war  machines  he  had  con- 
demned as  menaces  against  the  Millenium 
were  outside  the  bay  yonder  between  his 
life  and  property  and  a  German  raider. 

i;it.?"%  v^  *°  ^^"'^  ^  theory-  but  quite 
another  to  be  compelled  to  live  up  to  it 

3ifl"fVT'  P^  **>«  ^"e'ny  do  not  jibe 
7^11  T  ^^-^  ^"=*  ^'^  '■^"'"'"y  Atkins  and 
Jack  Tar  varies,  as  Mr.  Kipling  has  point- 
ed out,  according  as  peace  reigns  or  "the 
drums  begin  to  roll." 

J])URING  all  this  time  of  hurrying  pre- 

paration  Miss  Barnsley  saw  Danton 

more  than  once.  There  came  a  morning 

when  she  sent  for  him,  and  a  little  later  in 

cLtf^  -tv,"^^^  °"  ^'^  ^^y  to  the  Pacific 
Coast,  with  a  recommendation  from  an 
influential  authority  suggesting  that  a 
place  might  be  found  for  a  man  who  had 
large  experience  of  the  new  warfare 
especially  as  it  applied  to  submarines,  and 
had  resigned  a  commission  elsewhere  in 
order  to  get  into  the  big  line.  Sometimes 
t  IS  denied,  probably  with  truth,  that 
woman's  influence  is  exerted  in  the  Matter 
of  appointments,  or  that  it  achieves  its 
objects  Be  that  as  it  may,  it  is  certain 
that,  when  it  was  known  that  the  Barn- 
sleys  knew  the  applicant,  and  that  Miss 
Barnsley  had  expressed  interest,  it  did 
not  hinder  his  chances. 

The  how  and  wherefore  is  of  little  im- 
portance, the  main  point  being  that  when 
the  man  presented  himself  at  the  western 
coast  town  he  soon  found  himself  aboard 
a  King's  ship  and  under  the  old  flag. 


VI. 

"IJ  E'S  A  slippery  devil  all  right,  but 

■'■■*-  a  damned  good  sportsman,  which 
you  can't  say  for  a  lot  of  his  crowd," 
grinned  Brock  of  the  cruiser  Montreal 
presently  taking  aboard  supplies  at  Van- 
couver, preparatory  to  putting  to  sea 
again.  His  companion  was  Trench  of  the 
destroyer  Albatross  just  in  from  a  trip 
along  the  coast.  Neither  was  in  the  very 
best  of  cheer.  Hunt  the  slipper  is  a 
good  name,  but  it  palls  after  a  time,  and 
variety  is  welcome. 

The  Koenigsfelt,  of  the  Imperial  Ger- 
man Navy,  had  been  enjoying  itself  amaz- 
ingly, flitting  up  and  down  the  coast  like 
a  destructive  Will  o'  the  Wisp,  playing 
hawk  to  western  trading  ship  chickens 
ever  since  the  war  began.  Elusive  as  a 
phantom,  she  had  evaded  a  dozen  well- 
planned  traps,  having  as  sound  informa- 
tion from  her  compatriots  ashore  as  if  she 
were  in  a  German  harbor.  Every  vessel 
she  sank,  in  her  daring  ventures,  rubbed 
a  new  raw  spot  on  the  tough,  substantial 
person  of  Brock. 

He  was  now  surveying  with  approving 
eye  the  trim,  business-like  shape  of  the 
destroyer  berthed  below. 

"You  look  very  fit  down  there,"  he  said, 
nodding  toward  the  Albatross.  "Who's 
this  Cranswick  chap  Ottawa  sent  you? 
Gunroom  look  about  him,  different  from 
some  of  the  Johnnies  you  rake  up  in 
emergency  times  like  these?" 

"Don't  know  anything  about  his  pedi- 
gree, and  in  some  way  he's  a  bit  of  a  puz- 
zle to  me.  Still  these  times  we  are  not 
worrying  too  much  about  antecedents  so 
long  as  the  man  himself  has  the  stuff. 
The  war  is  going  to  make  us  the  most 
democratic  folk  on  the  face  of  the  earth  " 
replied  Trench.  "What  I  do  know  is  that 
he  was  a  civilian  at  one  time  working  with 
Rivers,  the  Yankee  submarine  man. 
Anything  he  doesn't  know  about  under- 
water craft  isn't  worth  the  knowing.  Lat- 
terly he  swapped  to  an  infant  navy  in 
South  America  somewhere,  but  threw  up 
the  job  and  came  North  when  the  band 
began  to  play.  Whatever  is  back  of  him, 
and  wherever  he  hails  from,  he  is  a  star. 
What  suits  Ottawa  is  good  enough  for 
me,  especially  when  it's  a  man  of  his  class 
in  real  work.  We  are  all  praying  our 
hardest  for  a  fly  at  the  German,  but  this 
chap  is  cold,  fighting  mad,  like  a  fellow 
with  a  bitter  grudge  fight  on  his  hand. 
Has  had  an  overdose  of  the  Teuton  stuff 
some  time  or  other,  and  it  left  a  bad 
taste." 

"The  Lord  send  us  more  of  them"  prayed 
Brock  piously.  "And  when  he  sends  them 
I  wish  there'd  come  a  hint  of  where  wc 
can  stack  up  against  the  aodger  for  the 
scrap.  I  never  did  care  much  for  over- 
doing footwork  in  the  ring,  though,  of 
course,  that  is  the  chap's  game." 

A  RING  at  the  telephone  and  the  ar- 
^  *■  rival  of  a  messenger  broke  up  the 
chat.  News  had  been  wirelessed  along 
that  the  Koeningsfeldt  had  been  seen, 
heading  North  at  full  speed.  There  were 
humors  from  all  along  the  coast,  faked, 
likely  enough,  as  Brock  granted,  in  order 
to  keep  him  burning  good  coal  on  a  wild 
goose  chase.  Still  there  were  possibilities 
that  the  Prince  Rupert  coal  packets  might 
be  attractive  to  the  raider,  since  latterly 
a  keener  vigilance  over  the  movements  of 
"neutral"  colliers  had  made  the  supplies 
of  raiders  much  less  regular  and  much 
more   precarious.     Then   the   delight   of 


dropping  a  few  visiting  cards  in  the  shape 
of  shells  into  the  brisk  streets  of  Vancou- 
ver would  appeal  peculiarly  to  the  ideas 
of  Teutonic  Kulture. 

Hoping  for  the  best,  out  slid  the  two 
war  dogs  within  the  hour,  and  very  many 
days  elapsed  before  Vancouver  saw  either 
of  them  again.  Rumors  of  the  usual  type 
flew  about.  First  they  had  been  in  action 
with  half  a  dozen  German  warships,  dart- 
ing north  after  Coronel  to  exhibit  to 
Canada  the  prowess  of  the  challenger  for 
sea  dominion.  But  ten  days  later  the  de- 
stroyer crept  into  Prince  Rupert  just 
after  nightfall.  Trench  was  obviously 
disappointed  on  account  of  his  failure. 
Cranswick  was  more  silent,  leaner,  hun- 
grier-looking than  ever,  but  he  had  the 
crew  in  what  Trench  exulted  over  as 
"North  Seat  fighting  kilter."  Given  a 
chance,  the  Albatross  would  show  the  re- 
sult of  ceaseless  striving  after  naval  effi- 
ciency. 

It  was  depressing  to  realize  that  they 
had  been  the  victims  of  another  scare- 
head  rumor.  Still  it  was  all  in  the  game. 
No  word  of  the  adversary  had  reached 
British  Columbia  during  this  time,  which 
was  more  hopeful,  in  Cranswick's  eyes, 
than  the  more  sensationar  fumors.  The 
cruiser  was  still  abroad  hunting  farther 
afield. 

T~\EADLY  dull  was  the  night,  as  only 
-*-^  such  a  night  in  Prince  Rupert  could 
be.  The  drip!  drip!  drip!  of  the  misty 
rain  added  the  last  touch  of  dreariness  to 
the  tedious  place.  Cranwick  was  on  deck 
in  glistening  oilskins,  peering  seaward. 
There  was  a  strangely  anticipatory  rest- 
lessness in  his  veins  to-night. 

Toward  eleven  events  began  to  move. 
A  launch  flitted  in  hotfoot  with  news.  In 
the  blackness  it  had  almost  run  into  the 
darkened  enemy,  feeling  his  cautious  way 
inwards,  and  had  been  fortunate  enough 
to  be  unnoted. 

In  a  very  few  minutes  the  hunter  stole 
out,  lights  blanketed,  keenest  eyes  and 
ears  straining  into  the  gloom.  An  hour 
passed  without  sign  and  still  they  plough- 
ed the  darkness,  like  a  last  voyager  on 
a  dead  sea.  Was  the  informant  mistaken? 
Had  the  quarry  swung  off  at  some  warn- 
ing message?  Had  he  slipped  by  in  the 
gloom?  It  was  possible  that  the  imagined 
enemy  "was  but  a  cautious  merchantman 
on  some  lawful  errand  whom  they  had 
missed  in  the  dense  blackness. 

Suddenly  the  enveloping  fog  bank  swept 
upward,  at  the  whim  of  a  sharp  gust  of 
wind,  a  chink  of  light  showed  for  an  in- 
stant, to  be  drowned  again  by  the  descend- 
ing wraiths.  In  darted  the  destroyer  un- 
perceived. 

Then  a  broad,  circling  fan  of  light  flash- 
ed over  the  waters, '  making  the  billowy 
mists  a  world  ot  bright,  ghostly  shapes, 
and  the  guns  of  the  cruiser  ripped  the  fog. 
Trench  and  his  second  in  command  went 
down  before  the  action  had  been  many 
minutes  in  progress.  Almost  before  he 
could  realize  it,  the  destroyer  was  in 
Cranswick's  charge.  Now  and  again  she 
staggered,  as  under  a  giant's  buffet,  when 
a  shot  found  her,  but  she  bore  a  charmed 
life.  To  Cranswick  it  was  all  a  splendid 
dream — the  dark  night,  the  rolling  fog 
banks,  the  flame-haloed  cruiser,  the  dart- 
ing, zig-zagging  destroyer  waltzing  round 
on  her  heel,  the  crashing  salvos,  the  rip 
and  rattle  of  smaller  arms.  Above  him 
was  the  fighting  flag  of  the  Empire  that 
ail  the  seas  of  the  world  know  so  well. 
Continued  on  page  61. 


Keeping  Them  in  Line 

By  H.  F.  Gadsby 

Who  u-rote  "Peaches  and  Lemons,"  "Conserving   the  Conservatives,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  lyou  Skiice 


WE  ARE  all  democrats  because  we 
are  aristocrats  at  heart.  We  sup- 
port the  rule  of  the  many  because 
wo  hope  to  be  of  the  few  who  do  the  rul- 
ing. Having  uttered  these  two  trite  para- 
doxes of  democracy  we  can  now  pass  on 
1 0  cabinet 
control. 

We  believe 
in  responsible 
government 
by,  for,  and 
of  the  people 
because  the 
people  have 
very  little  to 
do  with  it. 
We  elect  a 
Parliament 
of  two  hun- 
d  r  e  d  and 
twenty  mem- 
bers, know- 
ing well  that 
fifteen  men 
on  one  side 
will  do  all  the 
executive 
work,  and 
that  the  same 
number  o  f 
clear  think- 
ers on  the 
other  will  do 
all  the  criti- 
cizing. This 
brings  the  re- 
sponsible 
government 
of  eight  mil- 
1  i  o  n  people 
down  to  a 
matter    of 

thirty  men,  fifteen  of  whom  are  in  office 
and  fifteen  not.  The  fifteen  men  who 
are  in  office  are  the  Cabinet.  The  fifteen 
clear  thinkers  who  are  not  in  office  would 
be  the  Cabinet  if  the  Government  changed 
hands.  A  seasoned  Ottawa  correspond- 
ent can  always  pick  out  the  Opposition 
Cabinet  a  year  before  it  is  necessary. 
For  instance,  if  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  came 
into  power  to-morrow  his  Finance  Min- 
ister would  be — but  that  would  be  telling. 

We  have  reduced  responsible  govern- 
ment for  Canada  to  thirty  men,  but  that 
minimum  is  reducible  still  further.  For 
the  purposes  of  this  calculation  you  may 
now  get  rid  of  the  fifteen  clear  thinkers 
in  Opposition.  They  have  no  authority. 
All  they  can  do  is  suggest  ideas,  inflame 
the  public  and  harass  the  fifteen  men  in 
office  who  are  doing  the  business.  The 
outfit  you  need  to  keep  your  eye  on  is 
the  fifteen  men  who  make  up  the  Cabinet. 
Fifteen— count  'em — fifteen,  approximate- 
ly one-fifteenth  of  the  Parliament  that 
was  elected  to  govern  a  country  as  large 
as  Western  Europe,  or,  to  make  it  more 
absurd  still,  three  sixteen-hundred-thou- 
sandths  of  the  sovereign  people  who  are 
supposed  to  do  the  ruling. 

Come  again.    A  little  more  arithmetic. 


The  theory,  as  we  have  seen,  is  that 
all  the  people  rule;  the  custom  is  that  a 
Parliament  of  two  hundred  and  twenty 
members  is  elected;  the  practice  is  that 
a  committee  of  fifteen  share  the  work  and 
the  actual  fact  is,  if  our  democracy  is  run- 


Cabinet   control  over   the   rank  and  file   in  the  House  will  always  exist  as  long 
as  the  people  send  to  Parliament  that  ordinary  basswood,  the  average  member. 

ning  as  smoothly  as  it  should,  that  one 
man  bosses  the  job.  So  that  in  the  last 
analysis  democracy  gets  back  to  the  rule 
of  one  man — the  more  or  less  benevolent 
despot  of  our  dreams.  We  do  not  call  that 
man  king,  but  for  all  practical  purposes 
he  is  one.  He  is  a  king  with  a  difference. 
We  can  put  him  in  and  we  can  take  him 
out.  The  king  can  do  no  wrong.  At  least 
he  can't  go  farther  wrong  than  five  years. 
We  can  always  chase  him  at  the  next 
general  election  if  he  does.  In  that  lies 
our  democracy. 

This  One  Man  of  ours  is  not  a  king  by 
name,  but  he  must  be  one  by  nature.  He 
must  command  the  respect  and  obedience 
of  his  followers.  If  he  can  command  their 
love  so  much  the  better,  but  if  he  can't 
there  are  ways  of  getting  along  without 
it.  He  must  above  all  command  the  re- 
spect and  obedience  of  his  inner  privy 
council,  being  at  all  times  able  to  say 
to  one  go  and  he  goeth,  and  to  another 
come  and  he  cometh ;  and  no  back  talk 
from  either.  The  tradition  is  that  when  a 
new  premier  takes  office  he  has  the  signed 
resignations  of  all  his  cabinet  ministers 
in  his  pocket,  so  that  he  can  cash  in,  so  to 
speak,  on  any  or  all  of  them  as  need 
arises,  but  I  have  always  doubted  that 
pretty  tale.     I  cannot  imagine  a  reason- 


able man  providing  a  sword  to  hang  over 
his  own  head,  and  I  cannot  imagine  a 
strong  man  asking  him  to  do  so. 

I  prefer  to  believe  that  our  One  Man 
has  the  lion-taming  eye,  the  winning 
smile,  or  whatever  he  does  it  with,  and 

that  he  is 
Master  of  the 
A  d  m  i  n  i  s  - 
tration  on  his 
merits.  I 
could  almost 
swear  that  he 
doesn't  black- 
mail his  col- 
leagues with 
their  own 
signed  docu- 
m  e  n  t  8  for 
two  reasons 
— because  he 
hasn't  the 
documents  to 
do  it  with 
and  because 
h  e  would  d  o 
it  oftener  if 
he  had.  I  say 
this  in  the 
full  assur- 
ance that  in 
politics  you 
may  ascribe 
the  lowest 
motives  t  o 
anybody  and 
be  perfectly 
right  in  your 
surmise. 

As  a  demo- 
c  r  a  c  y  we 
must  all  be 
glad  to  feel 
that  Cabinet  ministers  do  not  resign  for 
mere  scraps  of  paper  previously  signed, 
but  under  duress  from  the  big  boss  who 
knows  when  it  is  time  for  them  to  get  out. 
Resignations  are  all  of  that  kind  in  Cana- 
dian cabinets — resignations  at  the  toe  of 
the  boot,  as  it  were.  They  call  it  resigna- 
tion, but  often  enough  the  victims  are 
far  from  being  resigned.  Some  go  so  far 
as  to  seek  and  wreak  revenge— but  more 
of  that  anon.  Resignation — let  it  go  at 
that.  By  any  other  name  it  would  smell 
as  sweet. 

This  power  of  kicking  his  subordinates 
out,  which  a  strong  premier  exercises 
freely,  is  what  is  known  as  cabinet  con- 
trol. I  am  aware  that  the  public  are  often 
agitated  over  another  kind  of  cabinet  con- 
trol— cabinet  control  over  the  rank  and 
file  of  the  predominant  party  in  the  House 
of  Commons,  but  this  kind  of  control  is  too 
bald  and  uninteresting  to  follow  up  here. 
It  will  always  exist  so  long  as  the  people 
send  to  Parliament  that  ordinary  bass- 
wood,  the  average  member.  The  average 
member  is  a  sheep.  He  follows  the  bell- 
wether. There  are,  as  I  said  before,  about 
thirty  conspicuous  thinkers  and  debaters 
in  the  House  of  Commons  and  they  are 
the  bell-wethers  for  the  rest.  The  cabinet 
is,  of  course,  the  bell-wether  group  for 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


Sir  John  A.  Macdonald  was  the  original  cabinet  con- 
troller.    He   smiled  as   he  inade  them  walk  the  plank. 


the  party  in  power  so  that  cabinet  control 
of  that  sort  is  about  as  easy  as  breathing. 

T  N  MY  seventeen  years'  experience  in 
•*■  the  Press  Gallery  at  Ottawa  I  have 
only  been  present  once  when  cabinet  con- 
trol failed  to  work  its  charm  on  the  aver- 
age member.  Some  ten  years  ago  I  saw 
the  Ontario  Liberals  hesitate  when  Sir 
Wilfrid  Laurier  injected  separate  schools 
into  the  Autonomy  Bills,  but  they  all  came 
to  heel  when  the  division  bell  rang.  At 
the  last  session  of  Parliament  I  thought 
I  saw  signs  of  rebellion  in  the  average 
member  when  it  came  to  voting  on  the 
Quebec  and  Saguinay  railway,  but  it  was 
only  imagination.  When  the  whip  crack- 
ed the  average  member  swallowed  his 
scruples  in  a  gulp,  stood  up  when  the 
Clerk  called  for  "ayes,"  and  put  it  across 
like  a  little  man. 

Later  on  in  the  session  I  had  the  plea- 
sure of  seeing  the  average  member  assert 
his  independence  of  cabinet  control  and 
insist  on  an  inquiry  into  the  Kyte 
charges  which  the  Government  was  not 
anxious  to  grant.  And  that  time  the 
average  member  got  away  with  it.  O 
happy  day!  But  he  had  been  working 
up  to  it  for  seventeen  years,  and  may  not 
spring  it  again  for  another  seventeen. 
One  forebodes  that  it  was  only  an  accident 
and  that  it  will  not  become  a  habit  until 
the  average  member  increases  his  average 
by  having  a  mind  capable  of  doing  its  own 
thinking.  Perhaps  some  day  the  Cana- 
dian voter  will  pick  out  men  like  that. 
Meanwhile  cabinet  control  of  the  average 
member  goes  without  saying.  If  the  aver- 
age member,  by  any  chance,  shows  a 
gleam  of  intelligence,  which  would  make 
him  uncontrollable  by  the  cabinet  he  is 
made  a  chairman  of  a  committee  or  other- 
wise absorbed  into  a  responsible  position 
where   he    is   little    brother    to    the    con- 


trolling influences.  Not  to  go  more  than 
three  thousand  miles  away  for  an  illus- 
tration look  at  R.  B.  Bennett. 

Cabinet  control  of  the  garden  variety, 
cabinet  control,  that  is  to  say,  of  the 
House  of  Commons,  or  speaking  more 
broadly,  party  control  by  the  party  lead- 
ers in  Parliament,  is  an  understood  thing 
and  not  worth  mentioning.  But  cabinet 
control  of  the  cabinet  by  the  man  at  the 
top  is  picturesque,  complicated,  often 
stormy  and  always  full  of  human  interest. 
A  cabinet  is  a  microcosm  of  man's  pas- 
sions —  ambition,  jealousy,  hatred,  re- 
venge, treachery,  ingratitude,  all  the  black 
rout.  Sometimes  love  enters  in,  but  not 
often  enough  to  attract  attention. 

A  cabinet  is  witches'  broth,  and  the 
more  it  is  stirred  the  worse  it  smells.  The 
cabinet  that  can  control  itself,  even  in  this 
Christian  age  and  country,  is  a  marvel. 
Greater  than  he  that  taketh  a  city  is  the 
cabinet  that  cpnquereth  its  own  heart. 
What  does  Lloyd  George  say  to  that,  or 
Lord  Northcliffe,  or  Sir  Edward  Carson, 
or  Lord  Curzon,  or  any  of  the  outstanding 
figures  in  the  Mother  of  Parliaments? 
Cabinets  must  have  their  quarrels  and 
politicians  play  their  little  game,  though 
the  world  crack  and  heaven  fall.  That 
Ex-Premier  Asquith  should  have  driven 
his  wild  horses  for  seven  years — five  years 
of  civil  discord'  and  two  of  Armageddon 
thunder — that  he  should  have  done  this 
v/onderful  thing  shows  him  a  cabinet  con- 
troller of  whom  history  will  be  proud. 

No  matter  what  form  democracy 
takes  —  republic,  autonomous  depend- 
ency, constitutional  monarchy— the  head 
man  must  have  control  or  friction  de- 
velops. Too  many  premiers  spoil  the 
game.  To  state  it  in  terms  of  baseball, 
the  pitcher  is  the  star  player  and  the  rest 
of  the  team  figures  as  his  support.  The 
pitcher     must    have  plenty  of  time  for  his 


wind-up.  He  must 
be  at  liberty  to  re- 
fuse the  catcher's 
signs  if  he  will  and 
act  according  to  his 
own  judgment. 
Sometimes  he  puts  a 
good  one  over,  cuts 
the  very  centre  of 
the  plate,  and  fools 
the  enemy  that  way. 
Anon  he  slips  one 
round  the  corner  or 
drops  one  under  the 
bat,  or  sends  up  a 
floater  or  otherwise 
deceives  his  adver- 
sary. I  need  not  ex- 
pand the  political 
analogies.  The  read- 
er will  trace  them 
out  for  himself.  The 
point  1  am  making 
is  that  the  premier  is 
the  pitcher;  and  the 
pitcher  must  have 
control  or  all  his 
good  intentions  go 
for  naught.  Even 
at  that  the  pitcher 
can  still  lose  the 
game  if  his  support 
boots  it  away. 

How  about  cabinet 
control    in    Canada? 
Well,  time  was  when 
there    was    no    such 
thing.       Control  was 
the  last  thing  a  cabi- 
net   wanted.       It 
thrived    on    lack    of  control.      The    more 
rage    it   displayed    the    better    it   seemed 
to  suit  a  peevish  electorate  which  had  a 
habit   of   burning    Parliament    Buildings 
and      stoning     governor-generals      when 
things  did  not  go  to  their  liking.     That 
was   the   dim,   crepuscular   period   before 
Confederation  when  ancient  night  strug- 
gled with  the  dawn  of  hope  and  there  was 
hell  to  pay  generally.    They  called  it  the 
Union  of  Upper  and  Lower  Canada.    The 
Union !    God  save  the  mark!    It  was  more 
like  a  rugby  scrimmage — everybody  horn- 
ing  in — and   those   who   went   down    got 
their  faces  kicked  off! 

In  those  days  cabinets  did  not  aim  to 
harmonize.  They  stood  better  with  their 
constituents  if  they  gouged  each  other's 
eyes  out.  The  voters  were  fierce  too.  They 
had  open  ballot,  cheap  whiskey  and  free 
fights  and  many  a  cracked  head  went  with 
the  independent  exercise  of  the  franchise. 
Every  Government  had  an  Attorney- 
General  east  and  an  Attorney-General 
west,  whose  chief  object  in  life  was  not 
to  get  along  together — and  they  invari- 
ably attained  their  object.  Each  succes- 
sive government  had  two  premiers  and  a 
double  name  and  tried  to  lead  a  double  life 
under  one  roof,  which  is  one  of  the  things 
that  cannot  be  done.  Deadlock  got  the 
best  of  them  at  last.  It  was  this  bloody 
welter  that  produced  the  Fathers  of  Con- 
federation. They  were  giants.  They  had 
to  be  to  survive  that  hard  school'. 

THE  MOST  conspicuous  of  the  Fathers 
was  Sir  John  A.  Macdonald.  His  life 
is  the  history  of  Canada — the  dark,  the 
dawn,  the  bright  morning.  He  was  born 
into  chaos  and  he  did  not  like  it.  Al- 
though he  was  in  many  of  the  hyphenated, 
inharmonious  cabinets  between  1854  and 
1867,  he  never  learned  to  love  that  janus- 
faced  misery.    Sir  John  was  a  hard  fight- 


M  ACL  10  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


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er — none  harder — but  he  hated  bickering. 
He  dwelt  in  the  midst  of  alarms.  He 
never  went  to  bed  without  feeling  that 
he  mitrht  have  to  get  up  and  answer  an 
alarm  before  morning.  The  first  thing  he 
asked  when  he  heard  the  fire  bell  ring 
was,  "Who's  been  fired?"  That  was  the 
hold  a  cabinet  minister  had  on  his  job  in 
those  dear  dead  days  now  happily  beyond 
recall.  What  Sir  John  saw  in  thosie  far- 
oflf  twilight  struggles  determined  him  on 
one  point — when  he  had  a  cabinet  of  his 
own  he  would  have  control. 

But  it  was  a  long  way  to  Tipperary. 
Many  a  year  passed  before  Sir  John  was 
in  sight  of  his  desire.  Heaven  only  knows 
how  many  cabinets  of  the  double-headed, 
tooth-and-nail,  bite-and-scratch  sort  he 
was  in  prior  to  Confederation,  and  noth- 
ing is  to  be  gained  by  naming  them  here 
— but  three  blessings  he  got  out  of  them 
—  training,  experience,  increased  pres- 
tige. Cabinets  might  come  and  cabinets 
might  go,  but  John  Alexander  Macdonald 
seemed  to  go  on  forever.  To  the  voter  he 
loomed  up  as  the  one  constant  figure.  Just 
before  the  coalition  cabinet  was  formed 
which  carried  Confederation  there  were 
two  general  elections  and  four  ministers 
were  defeated,  but  John  A.  Macdonald 
was  in  all  of  them.  Canada  couldn't  lose 
John  A.  He  had  his  hooks  in.  He  had 
learned   to   hang  on. 

INCIDENTALLY  those  years  of  storm 
and  stress  developed  his  method  of 
cabinet  control.  Let  me  say  right  here 
that  his  method  was  the  direct  antithesis 
of  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier's.  The  difference 
will  explain  itself  as  this  article  pro- 
ceeds. The  difference  is  two-fold — ^of  the 
man  and  of  the  manner.  I  got  my  first 
inkling  of  it  many  years  ago  when  Sir 
John  received  his  LL.D.  degree,  honwis 
causa,  at  the  hands  of  Toronto  University. 
We  were  giving  him  a  student's  welcome 
in  Convocation  Hall — "He's  a  Jolly  Good  . 
Fellow"  and  that  sort  of  thing  you  know. 
And  he  was  a  jolIy  good  fellow — that  was 
the  truth  of  it.  The  students  felt  it  in 
their  bones,  as  many  other  men  had  felt  it, 
that  the  little  man  with  the  great  dome  of 
a  head  and  the  nose  beloved  of  the 
cartoonists  and  the  ready  smile  was 
bo7i  camarade  to  mankind  in  gen- 
eral. When  I  studied  his  career  later 
on  I  came  to  the  conclusion  that 
that  was  half  of  his  success — his 
geniality.  He  was  the  original  Sun- 
ny Jim. 

By  the  same  token  he  was  also  the 
original  cabinet  controller  and  his 
method  was  just  that — plenty  of 
sunshine.  He  smiled  as  he  made 
them  walk  the  plank.  It  was  not 
until  1864  that  Sir  John  got  a  cabl- 
et together  of  which  he  was  the 
titular  head,  but  he  had  been  the 
actual  head  of  many  cabinets  be- 
fore that.  In  fact  he  was  the  thread 
of  common  sense  and  equable  tem- 
per that  ran  through  most  of  them. 

The  first  test  of  his  method  oc- 
curred in  1856  when  it  fell  to  him 
to  ease  Sir  Allan  McNab  out  of  his 
place  in  the  McNab-Morin  govern- 
ment. Anyone  who  has  ever  gazed 
on  the  portrait  of  Sir  Allan  in  the 
Parliament  Buildings  at  Ottawa 
will  realize  what  a  truculent  old 
gentleman  he  was.  One  sees  there 
a  fine  old  tawny  countenance,  a  nose 
to  threaten  and  command,  but  some- 
what fat  at  the  end,  the  prominent 
George  the  Third  eye,  sidewhiskers, 
short  but  bristling,  a  double  chin. 


and  a  checkered  waistcoat  of  many  colors. 
The  whole  picture  seems  to  say  "Demme, 
sir!"  One  needs  no  historian  to  tell  that 
Sir  Allan  was  a  Tory  squire  of  the  oldest 
school  and  the  purplest  sort  and  that  in 
1856  he  had  the  gout  and  a  violent  temper. 
Sir  John  no  doubt  regarded  him,  as 
Lord  Northcliffe  might  to-day,  "as  an 
"aged  and  inept  mediocrity,"  but  he  never 
told  him  so.  No  doubt  also  Sir  John  rea- 
lized that  Sir  Allan  and  his  kind  would 
have  to  be  got  out  of  the  way  if  the  new 
party  which  he  had  in  mind,  consisting  of 
moderate  Reformers  and  reasonable  Con- 
servatives, was  to  succeed;  but  he  never 
said  as  much  to  Sir  Allan's  face.  In- 
rtead  he  smiled  and  .'miiled,  warmed  the 
old  man's  vanity  with  his  kind  words  and 
when  the  time  came  to  bump  him  off  the 
old  man  took  it  like  a  lamb.  People  who 
knew  Sir  Allan  McNab  as  he  was  in  hi.s 
palmy  days  could  hardly  believe  that  he 
had  quit  the  job  without  first  working 
himself  into  an  apoplexy  through  rage. 
But  so  it  was.  Writinfr  about  it  after- 
wards Sir  John  could  say,  "He  is  very 
reasonable  and  requires  only  that  in  his 
sere  and  yellow  leaf  we  should  not  offer 
him  the  indignity  of  casting  him  aside." 
Well,  Sir  John  didn't  cast  him  aside  ex- 
actly, but  he  let  him  out,  which  sounds 
better  and  amounts  to  the  same  thing. 

npHE  NEXT  human  obstacle  Sir  John 
-^  had  to  exercise  his  charm  on  was 
George  Brown,  who  was  a  member  of  the 
coalition  government  which  carried  Con- 
federation. George  Brown  was  by  dispo- 
sition the  Scotch  thistle  crossed  with  the 
American  cactus  and  the  fretful  porcu- 
pine. He  had  one  of  those  minds  which 
needs  something  to  get  mad  about  or  the 
owner  is  not  happy.  His  love  for  a  griev- 
ance was  almost  Irish.  He  defied  people 
to  take  his  grievance  away  from  him  and 
when  they  did  he  immediately  snatched 
up  another.  George  Brown  was  a  great 
man.  He  loved  his  country,  but  he  did  not 
love  John  Alexander  Macdonald.  In  fact 
he  hated  him  up  and  down,  clear  across 
and  through  the  middle.     He  hated  Mac- 


donald because — well,  because  Brown  was 
Brown  and  Macdonald  was  Macdonald 
and  the  former  couldn't  see  how  the  latter 
could  be  earnest  about  great  matters 
and  not  carry  a  long  face  with  it. 

Still  George  Brown  was  patriot  enough 
to  sink  his  hatred  for  the  time  being,  dine 
with  his  enemy  in  public  places,  play 
euchre  with  him  while  crossing  the  At- 
lantic, and  go  into  society  in  England  with 
him — all  to  advance  the  great  cause  of 
Confederation  which  he  had  at  heart. 
And  yet  on  the  day  after  Brown  resigned 
the  two  men  resumed  their  old  positions. 
Brown  never  spoke  to  Macdonald  again 
and  kept  on  hammering  him  in  the  Globe 
newspaper  as  before  the  truce.  All  of 
which  goes  to  show  that  George  Brown 
was  a  good  long-distance  hater.  Brown 
remained  in  the  coalition  cabinet  for  one 
year — just  long  enough  to  do  the  job— 
and  then  he  quit  cold.  He  couldn't  stand 
Sir  John's  sunshine  any  longer.  It  made 
him  gag.  It  interfered  with  his  meals. 
Confound  that  fellow  Macdonald  and  his 
hair-trigger  smile!  Wouldn't  he  ever  quar- 
rel about  anything?  He  wouldn't.  Where- 
upon George  Brown  resigned  and  felt 
much  better  ever  afterwards.  He  kept 
his  grudge,  but  it  was  in  great  danger  for 
a  while  of  being  melted  by  Sir  John's 
sunny  temper. 


T  N  HIS  first  cabinet  after  Confederation 
^  Sir  John  had  some  big  men,  but  not 
so  big  that  they  were  above  quarrelling. 
To  paraphrase  the  famous  Mr.  Fitz- 
simmons,  the  bigger  they  are  the  sorer 
they  can  get,  and  Sir  John  soon  found 
out  that  such  was  the  case.  For  example, 
Cartier  was  miffed  because  he  hadn't  been 
made  a  knight;  McDougall  because  his 
Liberal  friends  weren't  getting  their 
share  of  the  Government  jobs,  and  Gait 
because  he  thought  he  was  too  big  to  play 
second  fiddle.  Sir  John  smoothed  Cartier 
out  by  getting  him  a  baronetcy;  placated 
McDougall  by  giving  him  his  bit  and  let 


Mr.    Tarte  had  not  finished  when  Sir   Wilfred  got 
back  home.       Biff!       After    that    it    was    silence. 


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Gait  go.  It  is  not  on  record  that  Gait 
and  Macdonald  parted  other  than  as 
friends.  Indeed,  Sir  John's  smile  did  a 
lot  to  light  Sir  Alexander  on  his  way. 

Joseph  Howe  was  a  hard  man  to  handle, 
but  Sir  John  put  it  over  him  with  his 
bright  smile  and  his  gentle  diplomacy. 
Joseph  Howe  was  the  local  great  man  of 
Nova  Scotia.  As  Nova  Scotia's  favorite 
son  he  had  a  spoiled  child's  faults  For 
instance,  he  wanted  to  be  the  centre  of 
attention.  He  didn't  like  to  share  the 
playthings.  He  was  in  favor  of  Confeder- 
ation for  Nova  Scotia  but,  when 
he  came  back  from  a  trip  to 
England  and  found  that  Dr. 
Charles  Tupper  had  grabbed 
his  crusade  in  the  meantime, 
Joseph  sulked.  He  was  a  great 
man,  as  I  .said  before,  but  he 
had  a  peacock  streak  in  him— 
he  liked  the  whole  terrace  to 
himself.  There  wasn't  room 
for  Joseph  Howe  and  Charles 
Tupper  to  spread  their  tails  at 
the  same  time.  At  least  that 
was  the  way  Joseph  Howe  fig- 
ured it  out  and  on  that  line 
of  reasoning  he  opposed  Con- 
federation. 

He  opposed  it  until  he  came 
under  Sir  John's  spell  and  then 
he  ceased  to  oppose  it  because 
the  spirit  and  the  bride  said 
come  and  his  own  conscience 
told  him  that  Confederation 
was  right.  Thus  did  Joseph 
Howe  become  right  and  at  the 
same  time  cabinet  minister  in 
Sir  John  Macdonald's  govern- 
ment. Whereat  there  was  con- 
siderable jeering  in  Nova  Sco- 
tia which  was  not  lessened 
when  Howe  subsequently  re- 
signed to  take  a  position  of 
emolument  under  the  Crown. 
The  paths  of  glory  lead  but  to 
the  grave  and,  when  Joseph 
Howe  was  snugly  interred  in  a 
government  job,  there  is  reason 
to  believe  that  Sir  John  went 
on   smiling. 

The   sunshine   of   Sir  John's 
smile  also  melted  Charles  Tup- 
per out  of  his  road.    Here  was 
a  man  who  might  cause  him 
trouble,  a  robustious  rival  who 
might  easily  throw  him  out  if 
he  remained  in  the  cabinet,  a 
rival,  however,  who  had  done 
good    work   in    bringing    Nova 
Scotia     into     Confederation. 
Good  work!     It  was  more  than  that.     It 
was   Stone  Age,  Cave   Man  work.        Sir 
Charles  had  dragged  Nova  Scotia  in  by 
the  hair  of  her  head.    He  was  worth  keep- 
ing an  eye  on.  Sir  John  having  no  fancy  to 
be  subject  to  that  sort  of  treatment  him- 
self.   So,  when  Dr.  Tupper  got  it  into  his 
head  that  destiny  called  him  to  England 
with  a  view  to  founding  a  family  of  Tup- 
pers  who  would  in  due  time  ornament  the 
British  peerage.  Sir  John  did  his  best  to 
help  the  bright  idea  along.     Sir  Charles 
became    High    Commissioner   at    London 
and  left  Sir  John  and  Canada  in  peace 
for  many  long  years  to  come.     In  fact 
Sir  John  was  in  his  grave  and  beyond 
reach  of  harm  when  his  old  rival  came 
back,  S.O.S.  signals  having  been  sent  out 
by  son  Hibbert,  Foster  and  others. 

This  stormy  spirit,  summoned  across 
the  vasty  deep,  made  a  wonderful  cam- 
paign for    the    Conservatives.      Calling 


to  his  assistance  Hugh  John  Macdonald, 
his  father's  son,  with  his  father's  nose, 
and  a  bust  of  Sir  John  garnished  on 
occasion  with  the  famous  red  necktie,  Sir 
Charles  stumped  Canada  from  one  end 
to  another.  Seventy-four  years  old  he 
might  be  but  he  showed  that  he  was  as 
young  as  his  courage,  just  as  Sir  John 
Macdonald  did  when  he  made  his  last 
fight  at  the  age  of  seventy-five  and  as  Sir 
Wilfrid  Laurier  probably  will  at  the  same 
age  when  he  leads  his  party  at  the  next 
general  election.     Sir  Charles,  as  a  rule, 


A  FTER  Sir  John  Macdonald  died  there 
-'^■was  a  period  of  quiet  decay  during 
which  Sir  John  Abbot  and  Sir  John 
Thompson  seem  to  have  had  fairly  good 
control  and  fairly  poor  cabinets.  "To  them 
succeeded  Sir  Mackenzie  Bowell,  who  had 
no  control  at  all,  and  a  cabinet  that  was 
more  like  an  oven.  Sir  Mackenzie  him- 
self called  it  a  nest  of  traitors,  but  he  may 
have  been  overdrawing  it.  A  great  deal 
of  it  was  his  own  fault.  Sir  Mackenzie 
was  too  amiable  for  that  period  of  unrest. 
However,  he  had  a  happy  issue  out  of  all 
his  troubles.  He  was  edged  out 
by  his  colleagues  about  April, 
1896,  and  some  three  months 
later  the  party  went  out  with 
him.  Sir  Mackenzie  is  no  Sam- 
son, but  he  certainly  brought 
down  the  pillars.  Once  clear  of 
the  debris  Sir  Mackenzie  has 
lived  on  carefree  until  now  he 
is  ninety-three  years  of  age  and 
bids  fair  to  beat  the  Senatorial 
record  for  longevity  which  Sen- 
ator Wark  left  at  one  hundred 
and  one.  May  Sir  Mackenzie 
live  forever.  There  is  no  rea- 
son why  he  shouldn't  now  that 
guarding  the  powder  magazine 
is  another  man's  job. 


¥ 


What  would  happen  if  the  irresistible  force  met  the  immov- 
able body.  .  .  .  The  immovable  body  would  f/et  tired 
of  the  irresistible  force  and  just  roll  over  and  crush  him. 

delivered  a  couple  of  two-hour  speeches 
every  lawful  day,  ate  like  a  hired  man  and 
slept  like  a  child.  He  had  great  staying 
power.  Once  I  saw  him  talk  the  East 
wind  down  at  a  political  picnic,  and  again 
a  howling  mob  at  Massey  Hall  who  ob- 
jected to  the  overwhelmingness  of  his 
Ego.  "I,"  "I,"  they  shouted  for  three 
hours,  but  the  old  man  kept  right  on.  He 
made  his  speech  to  the  reporters  and  it 
got  into  the  newspapers,  which  was  the 
main  thing.  After  it  was  all  over  and  the 
Conservative  party  was  combing  the  mud 
out  of  its  hair  it  was  agreed  that  Sir 
Charles'  campaign  was  a  marvelous  per- 
formance and  that  Sir  John  Macdonald 
must  have  been  an  even  greater  man  than 
was  supposed  for  having  rubbed  Tupper 
out  so  easily.  Talk  about  endurance!  Sir 
Charles  lived  twenty  yearS  after  that — 
dying  at  last,  aged  ninety-four.  What  he 
did  in  1896  was  merely  for  exercise. 


CIR  WILFRID  LAURIER 
'^  came  into  power  in  1896, 
and  in  the  course  of  fifteen 
years  assisted  five  cabinet  min- 
isters out  of  office — an  average 
of  one  every  three  years.  Sir 
Wilfrid's  admirers  speak  of  his 
sunny  ways,  but  these  sunny 
ways  are  not  the  ways  of  Sir 
John  Macdonald.  Sir  Wilfrid's 
cordiality  is  of  the  brain.  Sir 
John's  was  of  the  heart.  Sir 
Wilfrid  is  an  intellectual  with 
political  affiliations,  Sir  John 
was  a  politician  with  human 
attachments.  Sir  Wilfrid  has 
dignity,  wins  by  grace  of  man- 
ner and  charm  of  presence,  but 
is  no  mingler.  Sir  John  cared 
nothing  for  dignity,  slapped 
men  on  the  backs  and  called 
them  by  their  first  names — in 
short  was  a  mixer.  When  Sir 
John  was  obliged  to  get  rid  of 
a  cabinet  minister  he  led  him  to 
the  door  with  a  smile  and  shook 
hands  at  parting.  When  Sir 
Wilfrid  let  a  cabinet  minister 
out  he  let  him  out — and  that 
was  all  there  was  to  it.  He  did 
not  wave  the  parting  guest  good-bye 
or  blow  him  a  kiss. 

Sir  Wifrid  was  always  master  in  his 
own  house.  He  started  that  way  and 
kept  it  up.  There  came  a  time,  however, 
when  he  had  to  assert  his  authority.  His 
time  of  testing,  as  the  Globe  would  call  it, 
was  from  1902  to  1907.  During  this  period 
five  cabinet  ministers  passed  out — three 
for  trying  conclusions  with  the  master 
and  two  for  minor  offences.  After  .1907 
there  was  peace  —  peace  and,  as  some 
people  said,  a  fatal  sleep.  At  all  events 
there  was  no  disturbance  until  the  great 
catastrophe  in  1911. 

Mr.  J.  Israel  Tarte  was,  as  I  recollect, 
the  first  to  get  gay.  It  was  in  1902,  when 
Sir  Wilfrid  was  absent  on  a  visit  to  Eng- 
land, that  Mr.  Tarte  invaded  Ontario  and 
with  his  hand  on  his  heart  told  the  people 
what  a  fine  thing  protection  was.  Mr. 
Continued  on  page  6.i. 


Canada,  United  States  and  the  Future 


By  Agn^s  C.  Laut 

ICdituk'?.  >;otk — President  Wilson's  I'eace  Not<:  m-k*'  pre- 
■•'tntcd  after  this  article  was  wtitten.  It  further  accentuates 
the  need  for  a  careful  consideration  of  the  relations  that  are  to 
exist  between  Great  Britain,  the  United  States  and  Canada 
after  the  war.  Miss  Laut  points  out  that  the  election  of  Wilson 
iras  an  evidence  of  the  real  sentiment  of  the  nation  toward 
the  world  tear,  a  sentiment  which  persists,  despite  the  machi- 
nations of  the  Kaiser's  hirelings  and  the  shallowness  of 
American  politicians — a  sentiment  concretely  expressed  in 
the  reception  to  Sir  Robert  Borden  in  New  York.  That  this 
■sentiment  is  north  fostering,  and  that  Canada  can  play  an 
important  pari  in  so  doing — this  is  a  point  that  should  br 
(It  re  fully  considered. 


"A  battle  for  you  as  well  as 
for  us  that  shall  never  cease 
till  the  cause  of  another 
such  war  is  made  impossible. 


TO  DESCRIBE  American  political 
conditions  as  chaotic  since  the  elec- 
tions is  putting  it  mildly. 

What  defeated  Hughes?  What  re- 
elected Wilson?  Why  did  the  Germans 
immediately  on  Hughes'  defeat  launch  a 
subterranean  peace  propaganda,  and  fol- 
low that  up  with  a  condemnation  of 
foreign  loans  by  the  United  States,  ut- 
tered by  the  Federal  Reserve  Bank  Board 
of  the  United  States?  How  comes  it 
with  these  two  moves  that  there  looms  on 
the  horizon  the  cloud  of  a  resumption  of 
the  policy  of  "frightfulness"  on  the  High 
Seas?  The  very  week  that  Germany 
launched  her  peace  propaganda  word 
camo  that  a  flotilla  of  submarines  had  left 
Kiel  for  American  waters;  and  before 
these  words  see  print,  the  destination  of 
the  German  fleet  of  under-seas  destroyers 
will  probably  have  been  proclaimed  in 
another  series  of  sea  disasters. 

And  don't  forget  the  very  week  Ger- 
many launched  peace  from  one  hand  and 
crime  on  the  high  seas  from  the  other, 
the  lawyers  and  bankers  of  New  York 
quietly  gave  over  one  week  end  to  wel- 
coming, feting  and  feasting  Sir  Robert 
Borden,  Premier  of  Canada,  not  because 
he  was  Sir  Robert  Borden,  but  because  he 
represented  the  race  that  is  to-day  fight- 
ing the  world's  greatest  battle  for  a  free 
democracy. 

FIRST  of  all,  what  really  defeated 
Hughes?  Two  reasons  have  been 
given  to  the  public — or  rather  explana- 
tions of  the  sbrt  that  do  not  explain.  It 
was  the  woman  vote.  Or  it  was  Cali- 
fornia. A  palatial  train  was  fitted  out 
for  women  campaigners  to  go  West  and 
bid  for  the  woman  vote  of  the  suffrage 
states.  The  cost  of  the  trip  was  defrayed 
by  some  of  the  richest  contributors  in  the 
East.  The  explanation  is  given  that  the 
Democrats  "played  up"  "the  golden  si>e- 
cial"  in  a  way  to  discredit  the  Republican 
campaigners  with  the  simple  West.  The 
appeal  was  made  for  Wilson  that  "he  kept 
us  out  of  the  war,"  and  that  argument 
was  supposed  to  have  swayed  the  women 
voters  of  the  Middle  West,  while  "the 
golden  special"  was  used  to  alienate  the 
independent  voter. 

Let  the  argument  pass  for  what  it  is 
worth ;  and  apply  the  salt  of  a  few  facts. 
The  night  that  election  returns  were 
coming  in,  I  came  down  from  the  country 
to  New  York.  German  restaurants  were 
full.    Beer  flowed  in  floods.    As  the  news 


of  returns  favoring  Hughes  was 
flashed  on  the  .screens  in  a  cer- 
tain well-known  theatre,  the 
German  Ambassador  in  his  box 
was  seen  wreathing  smiles  that 
fairly  fell  over  the  railing  in 
bouquets  on  the  audience.  The 
Germans  were  so  sure  they  had 
"spoked"  Teddy's  nomination, 
rebuking  him  for  his  harsh 
words  on  the  war  and  had  then 
defeated  Wilson.  But  there  was 
a  different  story  in  the  morning 
at  the  hotel  where  Bernstorff  was***^** 
staying.  The  valet  came  down- 
stairs with  features  wreathed  in  pain. 
Nothing  had  pleased  the  representative  of 
Majesty  that  morning.  The  fellow  had 
been  "cussed"  black  and  blue.  What  was 
the  matter  that  the  returns  had  been  all 
right  the  night  before  but  were  all  wrong 
the  morning  after?  Nothing  —  except 
that  Wilson  had  been  elected  instead  of 
Hughes. 

"I  have  voted  Republican  for  forty 
years,"  wrote  a  very  big  business  man  of 
the  Middle  West.  "I  have  waited  for 
Hughes  to  utter  one  word  in  repudiation 
of  pro-German  propaganda  in  a  neutral 
country;  and  I  have  waited  in  vain.  Wil- 
son with  his  see-saw  is  bad  enough;  but 
if  one  is  just  as  negative  as  the  other,  I 
don't  propose  swapping  horses  in  mid- 
stream. I  especially  don't  purpose  sup- 
porting a  man,  whose  angling  for  alien 
votes  makes  him  oblivious  of  American 
nationalism." 

In  other  words,  this  typical  Middle 
Westerner  seemed  to  think  that  what  cost 
Hughes  the  election  was  the  German  vote 
—or  the  general  supposition  that  he  was 
going  to  have  it. 

A  S  TO  the  cry  "he  kept  us  out  of  the 
"^  *■  war"  appealing  to  the  women  voters 
for  Wilson,  the  best  answer  is  that  the 
strongest  alliances  for  preparedness,  the 
most  active  organizations  for  compulsory 
military  training,  are  among  women. 
There  is  hardly  a  state  in  the  Union 
where  some  women's  organization  this 
winter  will  not  besiege  the  legislature  for 
compulsory  military  training  to  be  estab- 
lished by  law  in  the  schools. 

One  year  before  Hughes  was  nominated, 
I  was  talking  to  a  strong  Hughes  man. 
I  asked  him  why  the  Republicans  did  not 
risk  their  very  life  as  a  party  to  expose 
and  oppose  the  German  plots  going  on 
in  the  United  States.    He  answered  terse- 


ly: "The  Germans  have  always  voted  Re- 
publican." 

It  was  not  what  Hughes  said  that  de- 
feated him.  It  was  what  he  left  unsaid. 
The  whole  country  knew,  and  knows,  that 
Wilson  has  blundered,  faltered,  fumbled, 
side  stepped,  backed  and  filled,  see-sawed, 
he-hawed  and — written  notes.  The  people 
didn't  want  Wilson  doubly  damned  by 
Hughes.  Wilson  had  already  written  his 
own  epitaph — "too  proud  to  fight."  What 
the  people  wanted  to  know  was — What 
would  Hughes  do?;  and  he  didn't  tell 
them — for  fear  of  offending  the  German 
vote;  as  it  was  supposed  he  would  get  the 
German  vote  holus  bolus  he  didn't  get 
enough  of  the  American  vote.  In  the  most 
lethargic  election  ever  seen,  the  voters 
dragged  to  the  polls  and  registered  for  the 
man  in  office. 

California's  vote  took  a  prominence  un- 
justified by  facts.  Because  California's 
close  vote  was  the  deciding  factor  for 
the  whole  country,  California  loomed 
large.  The  plain  facts  are — California 
Republicans  double-crossed  their  own 
party  because  Governor  (now  Senator) 
Johnston  is  trimming  for  the  Republican 
nomination,  himself,  in  1920. 

XT  O  SOONER  was  Wilson  elected  than 
-'■  ^  German  foresight  grasped  the  fact 
there  was  a  reckoning  due.  Wilson  had 
been  negative.  The  German  vote  had  cut 
Wilson.  Now  secure  in  a  second  term, 
would  Wilson  become  more  positive? 
There  were  inside  rumors  of  a  "wide 
open"  investigation  of  German  propa- 
ganda with  "the  lid"  off.  It  was  even  said 
that  von  Rintelen  might  be  brought  back 
from  London  to  turn  State's  evidence  on 
Mexico  and  labor  plots  and  the  Lusitania. 
Those  rumors  still  persist  among  those 
who  know  and  von  Rintelen  may  have 
been    indicted   before   this   appears;    but 


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immediately  there  sprang  up  shnidtanc- 
ously  but  not  spontaneously,  all  over  the 
country  from  San  Francisco  to  New  York 
a  hue  and  cry  for  peace  propaganda. 
California  became  seized  with  a  violent 
demonstration  for  a  huge  peace  petition  to 
be  presented  to  President  Wilson  asking 
him  to  become  "the  saviour  of  the  warring 
world."  Having  been  re-elected,  what 
need  he  care  for  votes?  Let  him  leave  the 
White  House  the  noblest  Roman  of  them 
all,  with  the  Nobel  Peace  prize  in  his  poc- 
ket and  the  aureole  round  his  head  of  hav- 
ing saved  the  world  from  the  most  terribla 
slaughter  in  history.  Simultaneously  hut 
not  spontaneously,  Chicago  became  seized 
of  the  same  desire.  So  did  New  York.  So 
did  Boston.     So  did  Philadelphia. 

Accounts  were  flooded  into  the  press  of 
prominent  bankers,  philanthropists,  pub- 
lic men  meeting  at  formal  dinners  and 
luncheons  "to  enforce  peace." 

T  HOPE  you  grasp  the  idea  of  applying 
■'■  "force"  to  "peace"  and  see  the  beauti- 
ful consistency  of  the  idea.  It  didn't  mat- 
ter very  much  at  all  that  these  same  pro- 
minent citizens  the  very  next  day  denied 
they  had  been  present,  denied  they  had 
uttered  a  word  on  the  subject,  declaimed 
against  the  unauthorized  use  of  their 
names.  The  announcements  had  been 
given  head  lines.  The  denials  were  tucked 
away  in  obscure  corners;  and  the  peace 
snow  ball  rolled  bigger  and  bigger. 

All  this  is  not  implying  that  the  world 
is  not  praying  and  hoping  for  peace. 
Every  man  and  woman,  who  thinks,  must 
pray  and  work  for  peace — but  only  the 
Peace  that  is  a  Victory  and  will  be  kept. 
Hell  is  not  deep  enough,  nor  eternity  long 
enough  to  pay  for  the  infamous  crimes  of 
this  War;  and  some  men  don't  purpose 
letting  the  criminal  lick  his  lips  of  inno- 
cent blood  and  quit  because  he  is  worn  out 
with  killing.  As  Sir  Robert  Borden  said 
at  the  dinner  given  him  by  the  Lawyers' 
Club — "no  peace  till  victory  has  declared 
such  a  War  can  never  be  repeated." 
Which,  being  interpreted,  means:  "No 
peace  till  Germany  is  powerless  to  repeat 
this  War."  I  was  at  the  dinner  and,  as  I 
listened,  asked  a  banker  to  my  left  if  the 
Canadian  Premier  could  possibly  realize 
the  import  in  the  fiery  passion  of  his 
words,  amid  the  money-made  claque  for 
peace. 

At  the  very  time  this  peace  propaganda 
was  being  launched 
in  America,  more 
than  40,000  women 
and  girls  were  being 
transported  from 
France  to  (Germany 
and,  as  all  the  world 
knows,  more  than 
300,000  Belgian  men 
were  being  herded 
to  Germany  to  take 
the  place  of  Germans 
in  the  trenches. 

Nor    did    the    fine 
hand  of  German  propaganda 
stop  with  peace.     About  two 
months   before    the   deporta- 
tion  of   the   Belgians,   vague 
insmuating     articles     began 
appearing  in  the  American  press,  about 
the   Belgians  being  unworthy  of  Ameri- 
can   charity.     "They   were   an    idle    lot" 
(hints  of  immorality,  here,  evidently  to 
excuse    the    German    plans)    "and    must 
be  put  to  work."     That  was  about  the 
gist  of  it. 


C  INCE  the  war  began,  living  has  in- 
^  creased  to  an  almost  extortionate  fig- 
ure in  the  United  States.  It  is  the  price 
Uncle  Sam  has  to  pay  for  this  war.  In 
cotton,  copper,  steel,  cotton  and  wheat — 
undoubtedly  the  increased  cost  has  re- 
sulted from  the  war;  but  in  other  staple 
food  products  and  house  needs  such  as 
coal,  milk,  vegetables,  poultry,  clothing, 
wood,  etc.,  etc.  the  only  legitimate  cause 
of  high  cost  has  been  high  wages.  Food 
investigating  committees  have  proved  that 
cliques  of  speculators  have  forced  prices 
up.  When  housekeepers  declared  an  egg 
boycott  the  price  of  eggs  tumbled.  When 
the  City  of  New  York  threatened  to 
handle  and  sell  its  own  coal,  the  price  of 
coal  fell  from  $20  a  ton  to  $7  and  $8;  and 
when  the  Federal  Government  gave  a  hint 
to  the  "wheat  pools"  of  Chicago  wheat  fell 
sheer  14  to  16  cents  in  one  day.  So,  while 
high  wages  and  heavy  exports  account  for 
some  of  the  high  cost  of  living,  they  do 
not  account  for  this  50%  tumble  that  oc- 
curred immediately  the  Government  be- 
gan to  lo<)k  into  things. 

But  here  was  a  grand  chance  for  the 
pro-German-Irish-hate-England  crowd, 
who  failed  to  elect  Hughes.  Was  this 
country  to  be  starved  in  order  to  feed 
England?  Put  an  export  embargo  on  all 
food  products,  and  save  the  poor  Ameri- 
can working  man,  who  is  now  receiving 
300%  higher  wages  than  two  years  ago, 
and  is  now  working  eight  hours  a  day 
instead  of  twelve.  "The  embargo"  cry 
will  undoubtedly  get  an  airing  in  Con- 
gress; but  the  airing  will  be  a  farce;  for 
the  animus  has  been  revealed  in  Repre- 
sentative Fitzgerald's  resolution  declar- 
ing that  the  embargo  is  retaliation  on 
England  for  interfering  with  American 
shipping  and  black-listing  American 
shippers.  I  fancy  before  the  gentlejnan 
gets  very  far  in  his  Congressional  debate 
he  will  receive  some  enlightenment  on  ex- 
actly where  American  shipping  would  be 
to-day  if  it  were  not  for  the  British  Navy. 

Y'  OR  THAT  brings  in  the  next  point. 
■*■  German  efficiency  is  so  delightfully 
elastic,  you  "just  pays  your  money  and 
takes  your  choice."  Here,  gentlemen,  are 
deportations  of  Belgians.  Here,  gentle- 
men, is  the  love  of  peace  cooing  her  amor- 
ous ditty.  Here,  is  the  dire  fear  of  starv- 
ing America  to  death  to  feed  England; 
and     here     is     a     beneficent     gentleman 


Notv  secure  in 
a  second  term 
will  Wilson 
became  more 
positive? 


standing  in  the  White  House,  who  has 
only  to  reach  forth  and  accept  the  Nobel 
Prize  from  the  Kaiser.  (Oh,  save  my 
face!)  And  if  these  potent  arguments  of 
German  kultur  are  not  suflficient,  here 
gentlemen,  is  a  fleet  of  submarines  set 
sail  from  Kiel  for  American  waters  to 
blow  every  ship  they  can  hit  into  Hades. 
You  see  how  various  are  the  gifts  of  the 
Kaiser,  'lake  which  you  will,  America, 
but  save  my  face! 

When  a  writer  signing  himself  "Cos- 
mos" began  his  articles  in  the  Times,  of 
New  York,  for  peace,  a  very  prominent 
Frenchman  now  in  America  made  answer 
to  this  effect:  "If  the  League  to  enforce 
peace  is  sincere,  why  did  it  not  protest 
against  the  invasion  of  Belgium?"  When 
Louvain  was  burnt  and  Rheims  destroyed, 
when  ten  departments  of  France  were 
invaded,  when  the  women  and  girls  of 
Lille  were  deported,  why  did  these  Trus- 
tees of  Humanity,  who  are  for  enforcing 
peace,  keep  silent?  If  they  have  re- 
mained dumb  and  deaf  when  all  those 
crimes  were  perpetrated,  there  is  no 
(visible?)  reason  why  they  should  not 
remain  deaf  and  dumb  when  the  crime 
is  going  to  be  punished." 

Right  here  an  interesting  problem  came 
up  in  diplomacy.  The  English  knew  when 
these  submarines  left  Kiel.  Would  it  be 
toisdoin  to  post  a  line  of  British  cruisers 
along  the  Atlantic  to  destroy  the  sub- 
marines as  they  came;  or  let  American 
commerce  take  care  of  her  oivn,  and  let 
the  German  "subs"  tuork  their  will?  A 
patrol  of  British  cruisers  would  virtually 
he  a  blockade.  Do  you  hear  the  eagle 
scream  and  the  German-American  howl 
and  the  Irishmen  rip  the  hypocrisy  out 
of  things?  No,  the  British  cruisers  will 
not  fight  to  protect  an  American  com- 
merce, which  America  won't  protect  for 
herself.  If  you  do  so  much  for  a  neigh- 
bor, you  get  thanks.  If  you  do  too  much, 
you  get  a  kick.  England  is  at  the  kick 
stage  here  just  now.  Diatribes  are 
heard  on  England's  blacklisting  of  Ameri- 
can firms.  Little  is  said  of  American 
foreign  trade  sprung  to  eight  billions  over 
night,  because  British  ships  patrol  the 
sea  lanes  of  the  Atlantic.  On  the  whole, 
it  was  a  wise  diplomatic  decision  to  let 
the  Kaiser  and  Uncle  Sam  settle  the 
matter  of  German  submarines  in  Ameri- 
can waters.  There  is  a  kick  stage  just 
now.  There  will  be  a  back  kick  when  half 
a  dozen  American  ships  are 
sunk.  Such  are  the  Kaiser's 
gifts.  At  time  of  writing  the 
fleet  of  submarines^ is  sup- 
posed to  be  headed  for  Yuca- 
tan— a  friendly  visit, 
of  course,  unconnect- 
ed with  the  British 
Navy's  supply  of  oil 
from  Mexico. 

BUT  ALL  this  has 
not  exhausted 
German  efficiency  in 
America  since  the 
election. 

No  loans  have  been 
made  by  the  United 
States   to   the   Allies 
unsecured   by   either 
a        Franco  -  Briti.sh 
guarantee,     or     col- 
lateral.      Yet  lately 
the  Federal  Reserve  Banks 
issued    what    was    tanta- 
mount to  a  warning  to  in- 
Continued  on  page  60. 


Jordan  is  a  Hard  Road 


By  Sir  Gilbert  Parker 

Author  of  -'The    Weavers,"   The   Right  of  Way," 
"The  Money  Master,"  etc. 


SYNOINSIS— iii7!  Mindcn.  ex-tiuin  rol)- 
\ier,  cumi  s  tn  Axkatoitn  to  Hie,  crcatinu 
lively  tli>*cusiii')n  iimotit/  the  totrnspeaplc 
an  to  his  motlics.  lie  stalls  at  the  Suti- 
hright  Hotel,  and  Hies  ati  exemplary  li/e, 
rending  his  bihle  on  Sundays  on  the  hotel 
porch  in  full  view  of  everyone.  Minden 
shous  special  interest  in  the  school 
lau(/ht  by  Cora  Finley,  a  pretty  and 
popular  yountj  wnmiin,  and  Mrs.  Finley, 
the  miither.  displays  animosity  toward 
him.  lie  calls  on  Mrs.  I'inley  one  even- 
ing and  in  the  course  of  the  conm-sation 
it  develops  that  Cora  is  Minden's  daugh- 
ter, given  to  Mrs.  Finley  to  raise  by 
Minden  on  his  wife's  death.  Minden 
avows  his  intention  of  leinning  his  icay 
to  power  in  Askatoon. 


CHAPTER  III. 

THE  CAMP  MEETING 

REVIVAL     meetings     are    generally 
held  in  great  halls  or  churches;  but 
the    strikingly    successful    revival 
meeting  at   Mayo,   Nolan   Doyle's  ranch, 
was  held  in  tents,  and  it  was  therefore 
called  a  Camp  Meeting.     It  was  the  first 
that  had  ever  been  held  between  Winni- 
peg and  the  Rockies.   Therefore  the  popu- 
lation of  Askatoon  was   numerously   re- 
inforced  by   the    religious    pilgrim   from 
outside,  and  also  by  the  inquisitive  sin- 
ner who  came  to  see,  be  seen,  and  enjoy 
whatever    sensation    the    pious   exercises 
might  beget.      To  these  was  added  the 
visitor  and  citizen,  who  was  neither  re- 
ligious nor  simple,  but  who  had  pursued 
his  way  without  being  convicted  of  un- 
righteousness on  the  one  hand  or  being 
reputed    irreligious    on    the    other.       His 
particular  conversion,  when  it  came,  was 
no    sensation;    he   was   simply    convicted 
of  original    sin   and   the   atonement   and 
the  necessity  for  finding  salvation.     His 
consequent    pain,    agony,    and    spiritual 
disturbance     was     indispensable     to     a 
proper    passage    from   the    ranks   of    the 
unsaved   to  the  saved.     He  received  the 
sympathy  of  those  who  went  about  em- 
bracing, exhorting  and  whispering  com- 
fort; but  his  capture  caused  less  rejoic- 
ing than   when   some  real   outcast,   some 
acknowledged    sinner,    reprobate,    drunk- 
ard, evil-liver  or  scoffer,  bent  to  the  spiri- 
tual   storm    and    strove   with    the    spirit, 
until  at  last,  tossing  upon  the  sea  of  emo- 
tion he  felt  his  fingers  grip  the  bulwark 
of  the  ship  of  salvation.    Then,  lifted  on 
a  wave  of  .passion  to  its  safe  deck,  he  cried 
out,  "I'm  saved!  Saved!  Bless  the  Lord!" 
while   all   around   him    rose   the    cry   of 
"Glory!    Glory!"   with   all   the  emotional 
ejaculations  which   signified   that  a   soul 
was  snatched  from  the  burning. 

The  great  revival  preacher,  Ephraim 
Masterman,  was  a  reaper  without  a  rival 
so  far  as  the  West  had  known.  In  the 
great  tent  he  alternately  prayed  and  ex- 
horted,  blessed   and   wept,    soothed   and 


Illustrated  by    Harry  C.   Edwards 

clamored,  and  exultingly  embraced  the 
conquered  ones  translated  from  the  anxi- 
ous seat  to  the  platform  of  the  saved  with 
its  spectacular  joy. 

T  T  was  just  after  the  harvest,  the  wea- 
*■  ther  was  still  delightfully,  indeed,  am- 
orously warm,  and  in  the  lull  that  follow- 
ed the  strenuous  activities  of  the  wheat 
harvest — or  the  almost  complete  harvest 
— the  fervid  air  of  exalted  sentiment  was 
highly  stimulating.  It  was  perhaps  un- 
fortunate that  while  the  tents  were  pitch- 
ed in  the  open  there  was,  very  near  by, 
a  grove  of  trees  offering  invitations  to 
the  pleasures  of  indolence.  The  cynic 
might  well  be  scornful  of  the  too  neigh- 
borly association  of  the  Godly  love  in  the 
tents  in  the  open  and  the  profane  love  in 
the  grove  that  shadowed  them. 

The  Young  Doctor  scratched  his  chin 
in  reflection  when  Terence  Brennan,  the 
millionaire  railway  owner  and  ranches, 
fresh  from  a  hasty  visit  to  the  Camp 
Meeting,  made  out  of  curiosity  while 
paying"  a  visit  to  Mrs.  Nolan  Doyle,  his 
sister,  said  to  him:  "Did  you  ever  read 
Bobby  Burns'  'Holy  Fair'?"  And  when 
the  Young  Doctor  nodded  in  reply,  added 
cynically,  "  'And  mony  a  job  begun  that 
day  will  end  in  hockmagandy,  or  some 
ither  place.'  " 

The  Young  Doctor's  reply  was  a  little 
severe.  After  all,  Terence  Brennan  was 
an  absentee  millionaire  who  could  afford 
any  pleasure  he  wanted,  and  therefore 
could  more  easily  escape  the  divine  dis- 
content possessing  those  whose  field  of 
life  is  limited,  whose  pleasures,  mental 
and  emotions  spiritual,  are  few. 

"It's  no  bad  thing  to  get  back  into  the 
primitive  life  and  to  the  primary  emo- 
tions," he  said.  "You  are  too  sophisti- 
cated and  incredulous,  Brennan.  'Evil  to 
him  that  evil  thinks.'  You're  doing  very 
well  out  of  Askatoon,  Brennan.  It  con- 
tributes its  share  of  your  railway  profits, 
and  you'd  better  let  us  work  out  our  own 
salvation.  In  fear  and  trembling,  of 
course,  it  will  be — fe^r  that  you'll  raise 
your  freight  rates  on  us;  but  for  Hea- 
ven's sake  let  us  live  our  own  life.  You 
selfish  millionaires  are  critical  because 
your  souls  are  so  small." 

Brennan  laughed  good-naturedly.  He 
loved  attack:  it  was  the  breath  of  life 
to  him. 

"There,  there,  I'll  give  you  the  chips 
for  the  game,"  he  replied.  "You  can  say 
you've  won;  but  you're  right;  I'm  in  a 
mood  to  be  critical  of  Askatoon ;  so  I  sup- 
pose I'm  not  a  really  good  judge  of  your 
holy  fair." 

"Wherefore  critical?"  asked  the  Young 
Doctor,  his  mind,  as  always,  alert  for 
every  shiver  of  colors  in  the  kaleidoscope 
of  life. 


D  RENNAN  chuckled  and  lighted  a 
^  cigar.  "Well,  Bill  Minden  in  Aska- 
toon— Bill  Minden  as  school  trustee.  Bill 
Minden  standing  for  mayor.  Bill  Minden 
as  the  fatherly  philanthropist,  patting 
the  school  children  on  the  head,  chuck- 
ing the  young  lady  teacher  under  the  chin, 
magnetizing  the  town  and  corporation 
with  a  wave  of  his  bonnie  brown  hand — 
well,  isn't  that  enough  to  make  a  railway 
president  critical  of  Askatoon?  Once  to 
my  knowledge,  and  twice  to  my  instinct. 
Bill  Minden  has  gone  through  the  pockets 
of  the  passengers  of  my  trains  and  has 
scooped  the  cash  from  the  express-car; 
and  here  he  is  now  the  pet  lamb  of  the 
fold!" 

"Is  that  why  you  are  here?"  asked  the 
Young  Doctor. 

"You  ought  to  know  better.  Isn't  my 
family  here — Norah  Doyle  out  at  Mayo, 
and  my  father  and  mother !  I  didn't  know 
that  Minden  was  in  Askatoon  till  I  saw 
him  at  the  camp  meeting  this  afternoon ; 
till  I  saw  him  getting  inside  the  big  tent 
with  a  look  on  his  face  like  the  Queen  of 
Sheba  when  she  met  Solomon.  It  beats 
me.  What's  he  here  for?  What's  his 
game?" 

"Well,  some  men,  when  they're  tired 
of  doing  the  world,  seek  the  shadow  of  a 
great  rock  in  a  weary  land,"  answered 
the  Young  Doctor.  "When  you're  tired  of 
doing  the  world,  Brennan,  when  you've 
finished  'watering  stock'  in  the  cities,  per- 
haps you'll  come,  too,  and  water  the  on- 
ions in  your  own  back  garden  here?  like 
a  king  who,  having  had  everything  the 
world  can  offer,  in  the  spirit  of  the  Sy- 
barite turns  hermit,  and  tries  the  simple 
life  from  sheer  luxury  of  living." 

"Perhaps  you're  right,"  answered  the 
millionaire.  "The  gay  Griselda,  finding 
the  candle  of  enjoyment  all  burnt  up, 
and  only  the  black  snuff  left,  comes  and 
lights  the  wick  again  at  the  altar  of  the 
church,  and  ends  her  days  in  peace,  pro- 
perly penitent,  pleasantly  pious,  prudent- 
ly prepared." 

The  Young  Doctor  roared  with  laugh- 
ter. "Brennan,  you've  been  listening  to 
Bill  Minden.,  That's  his  game,  and  you've 
caught  on.  Alliteration  is  a  disease  with 
him.  A  choicer  vocabulary  I've  never 
known." 

"Suppose  the  camp  meeting  catches 
him — converts  him,  eh?" 

"Well,  that  would  please  Mrs.  Fin- 
ley," remarked  the  Young  Doctor  with  a 
meaning  smile. 

"Mrs.  Finley?  -Oh!  old  Steve  Finley's 
widow,  eh?     Is  she  making  up  to  Bill?" 

"No,  but  she  seems  to  have  a  fancy  for 
saving  his  soul,  and  she  has  offered  up 
petitions    in   the    prayer-meeting    pretty 


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constantly    of    late,    that    Bill    shall    be 
snatched  from  the  burning." 

THE  two  men  had  walked  along  the 
street  until  they  had  almost  reached 
the  door  of  the  post-office.  At  that  mo- 
ment Cora  Finley  stepped  out  of  the  post- 
office  door,  and  with  eyes  alight  and  ex- 
citement in  her  face,  came  quickly  to- 
wards the  Young  Doctor. 

"Oh!  what  do  you  suppose  has  hap- 
pened!" she  said.  "Mr.  Masterman  has 
had  a  stroke  or  something,  at  the  Camp 
Meeting,  and  they're  bringing  him  in  to 
Askatoon." 

Terence  Brennan  looked  at  the  girl  in- 
quiringly, then  said:  "I've  only  just  come 
from  there,  I  didn't  hear  of  it." 

"That's  easily  explained,"  she  answer- 
ed. "There  was  no  school  to-day,  the 
telegraph  operator  wanted  to  go  to  the 
Camp  Meeting,  and  I've  taken  her  place 
at  the  key.  You  know  I  learned  tele- 
graphy a  long  time  ago,"  she  added  to 
the  Young  Doctor.  "There's  a  branch- 
line  to  Mayo  where  the  Camp  Meeting  is, 
and  I've  just  got  the  news  over  the  wire. 
They're  bringing  him  in." 

"So  endeth  the  spiritual  free-an-easy," 
remarked  Brennan,  with  an  ironical  smile. 

"The  girl's  eyes  flashed.  "You  wouldn't 
understand,"  she  said;  "you're  a  Roman 
Catholic." 

"No,  I  suppose  I  wouldn't  understand," 
the  millionaire  drawled  pleasantly.  "It 
wants  a  sensitive  mind  like  Bill  Mind-en's 
to  grasp  such  things." 

The  girl's  eyes  flashed  indignation. 
"Some  men  sin  and  pay,  like  Mr.  Min- 
den,"  she  said;  "and  others  sin  and  don't 
pay." 

"Why  should  they  if  they  don't  have 
to?"  pleasantly  retorted  Brennan. 

"Those  that  sin  and  are  sorry,  and  suf- 
fer and  pay  now,  don't  have  to  pay  in 
the  end,"  she  replied  severely. 

"Well,  I'll  put  it  off  as  long  as  pos- 
sible," remarked  the  capitalist.  "  'Jordan 
is  a  hard  road  to  travel'." 

The  Young  Doctor's  eyes  had  been 
searching  the  girl's  face,  with  a  curious, 
almost  set,  alertness.  Something  in  her 
dark  blue  eyes  riveted  his  attention. 

"I  see  it,"  he  said  to  himself  sudden- 
ly and  with  a  thumping  of  his  heart.  "By 
George,  I  see  it!" 

A  moment  afterwards  the  three  had 
separated,  the  girl  to  go  back  to  the 
post-office,  the  millionaire  to  mount  his 
horse  and  gallop  away  to  the  pleasant 
little  home  where  his  old  father  and 
mother  peacefully  lived  in  the  plenty  he 
provided.  The  Young  Doctor  went  to  his 
office.  If  Masterman,  the  revivalist,  had 
had  a  stroke,  they  would  be  sure  to  send 
for  him,  or  to  bring  the  sick  man  to  him ; 
and  he  must  be  ready  for  the  emergency. 
As  he  entered  his  house  he  looked  back 
towards  the  post-office. 

"I  see  it!"  he  said  aloud.  "I  see  it  now. 
She's  got  Bill  Minden's  eyes." 

A  LL  night  the  Young  Doctor  watched 
■^*-  at  Masterman's  bedside,  and  by  the 
middle  of  the  following  day  was  able  to 
announce  that  his  patient  was  out  of  dan- 
ger, but  that  he  must  take  a  long  rest 
to  recover  from  the  partial  paralysis 
which  had  seized  him.  The  religious  dove- 
cots of  Askatoon  were  greatly  fluttered  in 
consequence. 

The  class  meeting  arranged  for  the 
morning  was  as  barren  of  emotional 
music  as  a  tin  pan  is  of  melody.  Dejec- 
tion,   irritation,    prevailed.     Those    who 


were  responsible  for  the  organization  of 
the  great  gathering  talked  mournfully 
of  the  spiritual  loss;  but  there  was  an- 
other loss  upon  which  they  were  all  dis- 
creetly silent,  until  Rigby,  the  druggist, 
who  was  an  especially  candid  soul,  re- 
marked that  three  days  more  and  they 
would  have  had  enough  cash  profit  out 
of  the  Camp  Meeting  to  pay  the  debt  ©«■ 
the  church. 

"We  expected  to  net  three  thousand 
dollars,"  he  said;  "and  we've  got  two 
thousand  five  hundred  of  it;  but  the 
chances  of  getting  the  last  five  hundred 
ain't  worth  a  pinch  of  bakin'  soda." 

Here  a  voice  intervened.  "Have  faith, 
'brother  Rigby,  have  faith!"  it  cried. 
"Baking  so4a  makes  the  dough  rise;  from 
faith  will  rise  our  deliverer.  Perhaps  even 
while  we  are  troubled  here,  one  cometh 
of  whom  it  may  be  said,  'Who  is  this  that 
cometh  with  dyed  garments  from  Bazrah 
traveling  in  the  greatness  of  his 
strength?'  " 

Curiosity  would  bring  a  crowd  to  the 
late  afternoon  meeting,  and  interest  for 
one  day  would  be  tolerably  secure;  but 
it  would  quickly  and  finally  evaporate  un- 
less someone  could  be  found  who  would 
raise  the  standard  with  a  new  religious 
slogan. 

'  I  "•  HE  weather  was  propitious,  the  late 
-•-  afternoon  was  very  warm,  and  the 
comfort  of  physical  warmth  is  a  great 
encouragement  and  a  great  support  to 
an  organized  meeting.  One  local  minister 
opened  the  proceedings  very  wisely  with 
a  hymn,  and  it  was  a  good  hymn.  It  was 
the  hymn  which  Bill  Minden  had  quoted 
to  Mrs.  Finley,  "When  I  Can  Read  My 
Title  Clear  to  Mansions  in  the  Skies."  It 
started  well,  but  it  finished  on  a  wave 
of  feeling  with  a  little  lower  crest  than 
that  of  previous  days.  Another  minister 
from  the  mountains  was  about  to  pray, 
when  a  shrill  and  throbbing  voice  rang 
out  from  the  crowd  singing,  "Hold  the 
Fort  for  I  Am  Coming,"  and  the  congre- 
gation, responding  to  the  inspiration,  join- 
ed in  with  great  fervor,  to  the  delight  of 
the  leaders.  Prayer  by  the  mountain 
preacher  followed,  but  it  lacked  what  one 
of  the  critics  at  the  back  of  the  tent  called 
"snap,"  and  he  further  remarked  that  it 
reached  the  audience  it  was  intended  to 
reach,  but  he'd  take  a  bet  that  it  didn't 
reach  the  Lord. 

It  was  apparent  that  the  emotion  of 
the  meeting  required  flagellation.  The 
leaders  soon  found  themselves  in  heavy 
country  and  were  conscious  of  dying 
fires.  As  soon  as  the  hymns  had  finished, 
they  brought  their  biggest  gun  into  ac- 
tion. It  was  the  president  of  a  theological 
college  with  a  clean-shaven  actor's  face 
and  long  white  hair  combed  straight  back 
from  a  narrow  but  somewhat  lofty  fore- 
head. There  were  times  when  his  unctu- 
ous intonations  and  saponaceous  appeals, 
behind  which  was  a  really  godly  nature, 
had  eflfect;  and  just  at  the  start  his  ad- 
jurations and  declamation  stirred  the 
congregation ;  but  evaporation  almost  im- 
mediately began.  Something  with  more 
grip,  something  more  rugged  and  less  re- 
fined than  usual  was  required.  The  Rev. 
Ephraim  Masterman  had  not  been  rug- 
ged, his  had  not  been  the  voice  of  the  ver- 
nacular, but  he  had  been  young,  eloquent, 
sentimental,  vivid  and  hypnotic,  and  hav- 
ing caught  the  women  first  by  his  sad 
beauty  and  his  ecstasy,  he  had  got  the 
men  by  a  really  magnetic  force.  The 
white-haired    imitator    with   his   stereo- 


typed language  and  illustrations  and  ad- 
jurations, without  a  note  of  originality, 
was  but  an  imitation  of  the  real  thing, 
of  the  real  emotional  power  which  the 
stricken  revivalist  had  pushed  too  far. 
The  congregation  was  slipping  away 
swiftly  out  of  control,  in  spite  of  the 
speaker's  energetic  outbursts  here  and 
there,  of  pleadings  to  sinners,  when  sud- 
denly, in  a  short  pause  of  the  harangue 
— indeed  in  its  most  desperate  moment — 
a  beautiful,  clear,  full-throated  voice  rang 
out  above  the  subdued  clamor  of  those 
who  had  found  and  those  who  were  find- 
ing peace.    It  sang: 

"There's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day 

And  by  faith  we  can  see  it  afar, 
■    And  our  Saviour  waits  over  the  way 
To  prepare  us  a  dwelling  place  there." 

T  T  WAS  the  voice  of  the  leader  of  the 
-'■  choir,  Cora  Finley.  Something  in  it 
vibrated  like  the  strings  of  a  violin.  It 
had  neither  cant,  sentimentality  nor  whin- 
ing. It  rang  true  metal.  It  was  the 
convinced  outpouring  of  a  simple  soul 
that  knew  no  guile,  which  belonged  to 
all  that  was,  had  ever  been,  or  ever  had 
been  taught.  It  was  the  first  note  that 
she  had  sung  at  this  revival  meeting; 
it  was  the  first  time  that  she  had  ever 
taken  part  as  one  who  had  joined  the 
church.  The  great  congregation  let  her 
sing  the  whole  verse  without  joining  in, 
while  tears  filled  Mrs.  Finley's  eyes  and 
trickled  down  her  cheek;  for  it  seemed 
to  her  that  the  prayers  of  years  had  been 
answered;  that  her  girl  "had  got  reli- 
gion." The  meeting  was  magnetized 
once  again,  and  the  second  verse  began  in 
a  very  storm  of  exhortation.  The  pi'each- 
ers  had  failed  and  the  previous  hymns  had 
failed;  they  had  seemed  forced  and  un- 
real; but  now  the  real  thing  possessed 
the  meeting. 

What  was  to  come  after  none  could  tell, 
but  for  the  moment  all  was  well.  To- 
day was  as  yesterday;  the  darkness  was 
lit  up.  Veins  tingled,  hearts  swelled,  tears 
flowed,  voices  rang  out.  In  the  middle  of 
the  third  verse,  there  was  a  sudden  move- 
ment which  attracted  attention  and  a 
man's  voice  calling.  Then,  all  at  once, 
before  the  congregation  could  realize 
what  was  happening  there  sprang  on  to 
the  platform  a  man  with  a  great  touzled 
head,  bushy  beard  and  blazing  blue  eyes. 

"Saved!"  he  cried.  "Saved!  Glory  be 
to  God!  There's  a  land  that  is  fairer 
than  day!  I'm  going — I'm  going — I'm 
going  there!     Glory  be  to  God!" 

T  T  WAS  Bill  Minden.  The  class-leaders 
-'•  on  the  platform  moved  down  on  him, 
embracing  him,  shrieking  in  a  frenzy  of 
joy.  The  congregation  rocked  to  and  fro. 
Bill  Minden,  the  train  robber,  the  jail- 
bird, the  notorious,  the  school  trustee, 
the  philanthropist,  the  would-be  Mayor, 
Bill  Minden  was  converted.  No  longer 
the  Bible  read  upon  the  hotel  stoop,  no 
longer  the  quaint  commentary  of  the  Old 
Testament  to  a  curious  crowd  on  a  Sab- 
bath morning,  but  now  the  sinner  re- 
pentant, crying:  "I've  found  it!  I've 
found  it!  I've  found  it!"  while  shouting 
came  from  all  sides:  "Bless  the  Lord! 
Glory  be  to  God,  he's  saved." 

Two  minutes  afterwards  Minden  was 
pouring  out  a  flood  of  eloquence  which 
even  drowned  the  memory  of  Ephraim 
Masterman.  Here  was  something  right 
out  of  the  core  of  nature.  Here  was  a 
mar  of  the   people,  in   the  language  of 


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the  people,  talking  in  a  vernacular 
strain  which  roused  the  meeting  to 
wonder  and  to  passion.  Now  all  the 
past  reading  of  Bill's  Old  Testament 
supplied  him  with  texts,  phrases,  illus- 
trations without  number. 


CHAPTER  IV. 

MINDEN   FORMS   A   PARTNERSHIP. 

THE  CAMP  Meeting  was  saved  by 
Bill  Minden,  the  converted,  and  for 
three  days  the  great  "effort"  went  on. 
At  the  end  of  it  Mr.  Rigby,  the  drug- 
gist, treasurer  of  Grace  Church,  an- 
nounced that  the  debt  on  the  building 
was  redeemed. 

The  newspapers  of  the  West  ex- 
claimed sympathetically,  and  here  and 
there  cynically,  on  Bill  Minden's  "get- 
ting grace"  as  it  was  colloquially 
called.  It  certainly  was  a  sensation ; 
but  the  violence  of  the  spiritual  gym- 
nastics was  somewhat  abated  by  the 
fact  that  Minden  in  all  his  public  life, 
if  it  might  be  so  called,  had  been  the 
amazing  anomaly  of  a  man  who  had 
stuck-up  coaches  and  trains,  and  had 
even  killed  men  while  carrying  a  Bible 
in  his  saddle-bag.  Paradox  he  had 
always  been,  and  now,  as  a  definite 
entity  without  contradiction  he  was 
startling  but  he  did  not  defy  under- 
standing. It  was  as  though  a  surgical 
operation  had  produced  from  a  char- 
acter composite  of  both  crime  and 
goodness  a  consistent  whole. 

The  Young  Doctor  was  profoundly 
interested  in  what  he  called  the  Case. 
No  one  in  Askatoon  but  himself  had 
seen  the  singular  likeness  between  the 
deep  blue  eyes  of  Cora  Finley,  and 
those  of  the  notorious  Minden.  Once 
he  got  the  clue,  he  began  to  travel  back, 
with  scientific  certainty,  through  a 
hundred  incidents  of  Minden's  life  at 
Askatoon,  and  through  many  circum- 
stances surrounding  his  transfer  from 
the  highwayman's  enterprise  to  his 
new  civic  virtue.  At  the  end  of  the 
journey  he  found  the  truth — Minden 
was  the  girl's  father.  He  could  not, 
however,  guess  what  had  been  the  past 
relations  between  Mrs.  Finley  and 
Minden,  and  why  it  was  that  Mrs. 
Finley,  until  Minden's  conversion,  was 
his  sharpest  critic. 

It  was  a  fact,  however,  that  when 
Minden  stepped  from  the  platform  of 
the  saved  in  the  hour  of  his  conversion, 
Mrs.  Finley  had  met  him  with  outstretch- 
ed hands.  The  Young  Doctor  himself  had 
seen  the  conversion  and  had  noted  how  it 
was  linked  with  Cora's  wonderful  singing 
of  "There's  a  Land  that  is  Fairer  than 
Day."  There,  however,  he  stopped  dead. 
He  only  knew  that  thereafter  Minden  fre- 
quented the  Finley  home  and  even  attend- 
ed choir  practice  now  and  then.  It  would 
all  have  been  absurd,  had  it  not  been  that 
Minden  was  one  of  the  most  natural  men 
in  speech  and  manner  that  could  be  found 
in  a  month  of  Sundays.  Even  as  success- 
ful train-robber  he  had  been  unassuming. 
He  had  never  swaggered  in  the  hey-day 
■of  his  triumphant  crime,  but  somehow 
had  looked  the  world  simply  and  humor- 
ously in  the  face.  Now  as  the  most  spec- 
tacular figure  of  the  West,  the  black 
sheep  of  the  flock  turned  miracuously 
"white,  there  was  no  smack  of  vanity  or 
self-consciousness  about  him.  As  Jonas 
Billings  said: 

"He  surely  is  a  wonder.     You'd  think 


Then,  all  at  once,  before  the  congregation  could  rcalhc  what  was  h"/.- 
pening,  there  sprang  on  to  the  platform  a  man  with  a  great  touzled 
head,'   bnshy    beard    and    blazing   blue    eyes.       "Saved!"    he    cried. 


he  was  born  at  a  love  feast  of  the  quar- 
terly meeting,  singing,  'I'm  glad  that  my 
Saviour  loves  me'." 

BUT  behind  Minden's  shrewd,  kindly 
eyes,  behind  his  loose  jointed,  friend- 
ly body,  showing  a  healthy  and  generous 
existence,  a  brain  was  ceaselessly  devising 
how  to  get  a  larger  share  of  happiness 
which  he  could  not  wholly  grasp.  It  was 
true  he  saw  his  daughter  almost  every 
day,  though  not  every  day  did  he  speak 
with  her;  that  he  visited  Mrs.  Finley's 
house;  that  he  officially  inspected  the 
school  where  she  was,  that  he  saw  her  at 
choir  practice;  but  that  was  not  enough. 
The  great  Camp  Meeting  had  been  dis- 
solved into  a  shiver  of  prismatic  radiance, 
but  there  was  an  obsession  in  his  brain 
and  heart  which  controlled,  possessed 
him:  he  wanted  more.  The  acknowledg- 
ment of  the  girl  as  his  daughter  was  de- 
nied him,  but  he  had  a  supreme  joy  and 
vanity  in  what  she  was.     Respectability 


such  as  hers  was  a  very  worshipful  thing 
to  him,  although  he  had  never  known  it 
until  now.  He  longed,  almost  savagely, 
to  be  under  the  same  roof  with  her,  to  feel 
her  influence  moving  round  him  like  a 
golden  light  every  day.  Morning,  noon 
and  night,  he  thought  and  thought,  and 
puzzled  and  puzzled  his  brain,  as  to  what 
he  could  do  to  get  closer  to  her  and  yet 
not  risk  the  truth  becoming  known. 

It  was  characteristic  of  him  that  he  still 
stayed  at  the  Sunbright  Hotel.  At  first 
the  preachers  and  the  class-leaders  rea- 
soned, expostulated  with  him,  but  his  re- 
ply had  been :  "I  have  lived  in  a  tavern 
all  my  life,  when  I  haven't  been  in  a  tent 
or  shack;  I  never  had  but  for  a  little  while 
any  home  'cept  a  tavern  since  I  growed 
up.  I'm  a  brother  to  every  man,  an'  I'm 
most  a  brother  to  them  that's  on  the  pad, 
that's  comin'  an'  goin'.  I'm  at  home  with 
the  wayfarer,  an'  he's  at  home  with  me. 
Y've  got  to  follow  y'r  bent  in  the  state 
Continued  on  page  71. 


A  department  given  over  to  sketches  of 
interesting:  Canadian  men  and  women 


The  First  Woman  to  Edit  a  Daily 

By  Madge  Macbeth 


1HAVE  only  one  regret  in  presenting 
this  brief  sketch  of  Mrs.  McLagan— 
that  is,  my  editor  refuses  to  allow 
me  space  for  a  serial,  a  romantic  serial 
such  as  would  make  the  Williamsons 
green  with  envy,  the  Askews  and  Harold 
Macgrath  sigh  for  new  worlds  to  con- 
quer, and  the  moving  picture  people 
scramble  themselves  to  death  in  their  ef- 
forts to  secure  the  rights!  In  their  tell- 
ing lingo — every  move's  a  picture ;  there's 
a  punch  in  every  reel;  the  action  never 
lags! 

Sara  Maclure,  eldest  daughter  of  John 
and  Martha  Mclntyre  Maclure,  was  born 
near  Belfast,  Ireland.  Her  father,  a  civil 
engineer,  was  engaged  in  Government 
survey  work  there  until  1858,  when  he 
answered  the  call  for  volunteers  to  join 
the  Royal  Engineers  and  go  to  British 
Columbia.  Not  being  able  to  wait  until 
arrangements  for  the  family's  moving 
were  completed,  the  husband  left  his  wife 
to  follow  him  to  the  new  country,  bringing 
her  two  babies — Sara,  aged  three  years, 
and  an  infant,  aged  three  months.  "They 
embarked  at  Liverpool,  on  an  old  sailing 
vessel,  and  spent  a  mere  matter  of 
six  months  getting  to  Victoria, 
rounding  Cape  Horn,  amongst  other 
perilous  undertakings,  and  seeing 
old  Father  Neptune  in  all  his  vari- 
able moods.  Arrived  at  New  West- 
minster, Mrs.  Maclure  found  only 
tents  provided  for  the  families  of 
the  engineers  —  until  houses  could 
be  built!  Nevertheless,  they  were 
on  land,  and  one  imagines  that  any- 
thing stationary  looks  like  home, 
after  half  a  year  on  the  ocean. 

It  would  appear  that  the  Mac- 
lures  craved  solitude,  for  after  a 
few  years  of  metropolitan  pleasures 
in  New  Westminster,  they  removed 
to  a  homestead  on  the  Matsqui  Prai- 
rie —  forty  miles  from  the  nearest 
city,  and  seventeen  from  a  neighbor. 
All  communication  with  the  outside 
world  was  not  severed,  however,  for 
Mr.  Maclure  was  placed  in  charge 
of  the  Collins  Overland  Telegraph 
Company,  with  the  office  in  his 
home.  This  being  the  case,  "I  was 
able  to  gain  sufficient  knowledge," 
said  Mrs.  McLagan  to  a  friend, 
"without  much  trouble,  to  report  all 
business  for  British  Columbia  com- 
ing via  the  Western  Union  lines." 
She  was  thirteen  years  old  at  the 
time! 

"All  business"  included  press  des- 
patches, which  were  particularly 
heavy  during  the  Franco-Prussian 
War.     One   of  her   duties  was  to 


compile  from  the  regular  despatches  suf- 
ficient war  news  to  forward  each  day  to  a 
small  daily  published  in  Caribou. 

I  think  you  will  grant  me  a  "move"  in 
this  picture — that  of  a  little  girl  thir- 
teen years  old,  receiving  despatches  and 
sorting  them  over  for  suitable  news  for 
a  daily  paper! 

Enter  the  Superintendent.  He  gives 
the  little  girl,  only  very  slightly  larger, 
charge  of  all  the  offices  from  New  West- 
minster to  Caribou.  Her  duties  now  re- 
quire her  to  test  the  wire  every  morning, 
besides  the  handling  of  men;  she  must 
send  repairers  out  whenever  needed.  Dur- 
ing the  construction  of  the  C.P.R.  she  was 
asked  to  take  over  the  Yale  office;  it  was 
difficult  to  get  responsible  operators  in 
those  days  for  a  business  which  grew  so 
rapidly  that  it  reminded  one  of  the  coun- 
try youth  and  his  shrinking  trousers.  So 
young  Sara  Maclure  took  charge  of  the 
Yale  office.  Soon  after,  the  reporting  of- 
fice was  moved  to  New  Westminster  and 
the  little  operator  moved  with  it — now  as 
the  manager  of  the  Victoria  office,  under 


Mrs.  Sara  McLagan. 


the  Dominion  Government,  with  Mr.  Gis- 
borne,  of  Ottawa,  as  superintendent. 

Don't  you  call  that  a  "punch"  in  this 
reel? 

In  1884  the  manager  resigned  to  marry 
Mr.  J.  C.  McLagan,  editor  and  manager 
of  the  Victoria  Times.  He  was  also  the 
founder  of  the  first  evening  paper  pub- 
lished in  Vancouver.  ("The  World,"  1888.) 
During  her  husband's  lifetime,  Mrs. 
McLagan  took  no  active  part  on  the  pa- 
per— with  the  exception  of  reading  the 
exchanges  and  clipping  a  weekly  page, 
which  was  of  great  interest  to  women 
and  deeply  appreciated  by  the  country 
people.  After  such  a  life  as  she  had  spent, 
the  mere  managing  of  a  home,  the  rear- 
ing of  a  family,  and  the  clipping  of  a 
weekly  page,  certainly  made  her  feel  idle! 
It  was  she  who  used  the  word  inactive — 
not  I! 

In  April,  1901,  Mr.  McLagan  succumb- 
ed to  a  protracted  illness — and  the  fol- 
lowing extract  will  serve  to  show  what 
esteem  the  public  felt  for  him  and  his 
wife: — 

"  *  *  *  He  left  a  splendid  record  of  pub- 
lic achievement  and  it  was  his  death 
which  necessitated  Mrs.  McLagan's  com- 
plete mergence  into  public  life,  as  the  first 
woman  editor  in  Canada,  of  a  daily  pa- 
per. For  four  strenuous  years  *  *  *  she 
followed  the  dictates  of  a  high  ideal  as 
to  educative  and  regulative  force  a 
paper  should  strive  to  exert  for  the 
good  of  the  community,  and  she 
maintained  the  high  standard  her 
husband  set,  despite  the  opposition 
of  reporters  who  were  imbued  with 
the  modern  craving  for  sensational- 
ism at  all  hazard.  To  prevent  un- 
authorized copy  from  finding  its 
way  surreptitiously  into  the  paper, 
Mrs.  McLagan  exercised  a  rigorous 
censorship  as  proofreader,  and  in 
this  manner  ran  counter  to  an  in- 
ternational law  for  the  employment 
of  a  Union  worker.  Although  stiff 
opposition  faced  her,  she  held  her 
ground  and  finally  had  the  satisfac- 
tion of  seeing  the  regulation  so 
amended  as  to  exempt  owners  of 
newspapers.     .     .     ." 

Speaking  of  her  necessity  to  take 
over  the  management  of  the  paper, 
Mrs.  McLagan  says:  "Except  for  a 
loyal  staff  and  an  appreciative  gen- 
eral public,  I  could  never  have  suc- 
ceeded." 

In  1905  such  tempting  induce- 
ments for  the  disposal  of  the  paper 
were  offered,  that  the  editor  felt 
constrained  to  accept  them,  reluct- 
antly giving  up  the  work  she  had 
Iparned  to  love,  notwithstanding 
long  hours  of  slaving  and  many 
hardships. 

Her  first  philanthropic  venture 
on  a  large  scale  was  assisting  in 
founding  the  Vancouver   Y.M.C.A 


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This  was  in  1888  —  when  Vancouver 
was  not  the  place  it  is  to-day.  The 
Y.W.C.A.  followed,  of  which  Mrs.  Mc- 
Lagan  was  secretary  for  several  years. 
She  was  one  of  a  committee  of  five 
to  organize  the  Art  Historical  Associa- 
tion, and  ig  an  honorary  life  member  of 
the  same.  She  was  also  president  of  the 
Local  Council  of  Women  for  three  years, 
and  Provincial  President  for  two,  during 
which  she  succeeded  in  organizing  the 
New  Westminster  Council — one  of  the 
largest  in  British  Columbia.  She  was  also 
accorded  the  honor  of  being  the  firsrt  B.C. 
representative  at  a  national  meeting  (of 
the  Council)  held  in  Toronto;  and  soon 
after  this  she  assisted  in  establishing  the 
Victorian  Order  of  Nurses  in  Vancouver, 
acting  as  secretary  for  three  years.  Dur- 
ing her  office,  two  members  of  the  V.  O. 
N.  were  sent  to  the  Yukon  under  escort 
of  the  R.N.M.P.,  and  a  public  reception 
was  given  them  when  they  passed  through 
Vancouver,  at  the  residence  of  the  secre- 
tary. It  was  a  festive  occasion,  truly! 
attended  by  the  R.N.M.P.  officers  and 
many  of  the  local  mititia,  city  officials, 
and  other  prominent  persons.  And  surely 
the  memory  of  that  glorious  send-off  must 
have  been  sweet  to  the  two  women  who 
put  for  the  time,  home  and  home  ties  far 
from   them. 


Some  years  later — secretaryships  be- 
ing thrust  upon  her — Mrs.  McLagan  was 
urged  to  hold  that  post  for  the  Daughters 
of  the  Empire. 

After  her  father's  death  she  returned 
to  her  childhood's  home,  Hazelbrae,  where 
she  spent  five  years  in  farming.  Then  she 
made  another  move — to  Kilgard,  her  pres- 
ent home,  where  she  is  interested  with 
her  son  and  other  members  of  the  family, 
in  the  manufacture  of  pressed  brick,  sew- 
er piping,  etc. 

In  her  youth,  and  later,  her  chief  hob- 
by, her  recreation,  has  been — guess! 
Stocks?  No!  Other  forms  of  gambling 
and  speculation?  No!  Something  vigor- 
ous and  exciting,  I'll  be  bound?  No! 
Gardening! 

She  has  few  greater  delights  than  ram- 
bling through  the  woods  in  which  so  many 
exquisite  wild  things  grow,  secluded  and 
sequestered  from  the  rush  of  evolving  na- 
tions, and  she  loves  nothing  better  than 
the  cultivation  of  these  same  untended 
flowers. 

Of  her  personal  charm  I  have  purpose- 
ly said  nothing.  If  you  cannot  feel  it  in 
every  undertaking,  if  you  cannot  see  it 
in  this  life  so  full  of  achieving  things — 
then  I  have  failed  in  my  sketch,  utterly. 
And,  just  a  moment!  Doesm't  it  make  you 
feel  inordinately  lazy? 


The  Opponent  of  Cabinet  Ministers 

By  Stanley  Smith 


FIFTY  odd  years  ago  two  bare-leg- 
ged boys  played  and  squabbled  on 
their  way  to  school  in  the  County 
of  Kent,  New  Brunswick.  Even  before 
the  primer  was  finished  one  was  whisked 
away  beyond  the  ocean  to  live  with  his 
relatives  in  Glasgow,  and  the  other,  left 
at  home,  mourned  his  departure.  The  boy 
who  went  away  is  now  a  member  of 
the  British  War  Council  and  one  of 
the  foremost  personalities  in  the  Gov- 
ernment. Thus  did  one  Kent  County 
boy  grow  and  flourish  and  he  has  still 
much  of  his  career  before  him.  But  the 
one  left  at  home  did  not  pine  or  spend  his 
life  in  bewailing  his  lack  of  opportunities. 
For,  be  it  known,  that  the  two  were  A. 
Bonar  Law  and  Henry  A.  Powell,  and 
there  be  many  who  know  Mr.  Powell,  and, 
judging  the  Right  Hon.  A.  Bonar  Law  by 
his  pictures,  his  speeches,  and  his  record, 
think  that  the  lad  who  stayed  at  home  in 
Kent  County  fits  and  looks  the  part  of  a 
British  Cabinet  Minister  just  as  well  at 
least  as  his  one-time  playmate. 

Bonar  Law,  we  are  told,  has  the  keen, 
analytical  mind;  he  is,  in  a  sense,  unim- 
pressionable,   reactionary    and   reserved. 
His  oratory  has  none  of  the  fervid  power 
of  Churchill,  or  of  the  measured  eloqu- 
ence of  Asquith.   He  was  the  Opposition's 
'      financial    critic   before   he   became   their 
candidate  for  the  Prime  Ministership,  and 
later  the  associate  of  David  Lloyd-George, 
1      and    his    speeches   breathe    the    financial 
I      spirit,  logical,  convincing  and  aggressive, 
i      but  with  nothing,  so  it  is  said,  to  warm 
the  cockles  of  the  heart  or  stir  men  to 
deeds  of  valor. 

On  the  other  hand,  here  we  have  Henry 
A.  Powell,  with  a  splendid  legal  mind,  but 
a  tongue  of  silver,  a  Tory  leader,  but  also 


a  progressive,  broad  in  his  views,  as  well 
as  his  girth,  a  rotund  face  lit  up  with 
friendliness  and  crowned  with  snow- 
white  hair,  a  predilection  to  white  vests 
and  white  ties  and  grey  suits;  in  short, 
a  sort  of  British  statesman  to  the 
life.  He  gets  down  to  brass  tacks 
in  his  big  job  on  the  Interna- 
tional Waterways  Commission. 
But  that  does  not  check  the 
flow  of  his  oratory  or  shade 
the  glow  of  his  human  kindli- 
ness. By  all  the  laws  of  psy- 
chology, Bonar  Law,  with  his 
keenness  and  this  thinness, 
ought  to  be  in  Mr.  Powell's 
place  and  Mr.  Powell,  with  his 
heartiness  and  his  girth, 
ought  to  be  in  Mr.  Law's 
place.  But,  such  is  the  way 
of  the  world. 

Beneath  Mr.  Powell's  kind- 
ly exterior  we  know  he  is  a 
fighter.  He  fought  his  way 
into  the  Dominion  House  of 
Commons  in  1895  as  the  re- 
presentative for  Westmor- 
land, and  then  came  back  in 
1896.  At  that  time  he  wielded 
the  sword  on  behalf  of  the  Re- 
medial Bill.  Then,  in  1900,  as 
a  big  man,  he  ran  against  a 
big  man,  and  with  the  Govern- 
ment at  Ottawa  controlling 
the  I.C.R,  Westmorland  sent 
Hon.  H.  R.  Emmerson  to  Ot- 
tawa instead  of  Mr.  Powell. 
Looking  about  for  a  larger 
field  for  his  legal  abilities,  Mr. 
Powell  came  to  St.  John  in 
1906  and  in  1911  he  was 
chosen  as  a  Conservative  stan- 
dard bearer  to  run  against 
Hon.  William  Pugsley.  St. 
John  owed  much  to  the  then 


Minister  of  Public  Works,  but  only  65 
citizens  more  rallied  to  his  support  than 
those  who  were  willing  to  take  a  chance 
on  Mr.  Powell.  Thus  the  latter's  political 
defeats  have  been  before  two  Cabinet 
Ministers. 

Mr.  Powell  on  the  stump  is  mellow  in 
his  eloquence,  fierce  in  his  denunciation, 
and  convincing  in  his  logic.  Personalities 
know  no  place  in  his  periods.  He  is  too 
big  for  that.  But  the  larger  issues  are 
thoroughly  discussed.  Woe  to  the  cub  re- 
porter assigfned  to  Mr.  Powell.  In  long- 
hand it  is  impossible  to  keep  pace  with 
him,  reproduce  his  rhapsodies  or  to  pre- 
serve the  beauty  of  his  language.  "This 
is  particularly  true  of  his  patriotic 
speeches.  The  pages  of  British  history 
are  open  to  him;  he  speaks  intimately  of 
characters  of  whom  the  layman  knows 
little  or  nothing,  and  he  has  the  gems  of 
the  great  speeches  of  the  leaders  of  all 
ages  at  his  tongue's  tip.  He  recalls  many 
an  anecdote  and  thrilling  story  which  he 
has  found  tucked  away  in  the  corners  of 
little-read  histories. 

He  is  by  descent  a  Welshman.  His  fore- 
fathers found  their  way  to  New  Bruns- 
wick with  the  United  Empire  Loyalists 
and  they  settled  in  Richibucto.  The  youth- 
ful Powell  lost  no  time  in  finishing  up 
what  school  advantages  were  offered  him 
in  his  native  town,  and  at  the  early  age 
of  twenty  he  graduated  from  Mount  Al- 
lison, at  Sackviile.  He  turned  naturally 
to  law  and  was  admitted  a  barrister  in 
1880,  two  years  after  his  marriage.  He 
did  not  have  to  leave  home  to  find  a  field 
for  his  legal  talent,  but  settled  in  his  col- 
lege town  and  there  made  a  name  for  him- 
self which  extends  beyond  the  borders  of 
the  Dominion. 

Like  so  many  public  men  of  Canada, 
Mr.  Powell  got  his  first  political  train- 


Henry  A.  Powell. 


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ing  as  a  member  of  the  Provincial  Legis- 
lature, representing  Westmorland  in  the 
local  House  from  1890  to  1895.  When  he 
entered  the  larger  field  he  was  getting  to- 
ward his  prime,  and  when  he  moved  the 
Address  to  the  Speech  from  the  Throne 
in  the  opening  session  of  1896,  he  made 
a  very  deep  impression.  The  late  Nicho- 
las Flood  Davin  wrote  at  that  time:  "Here 
we  have  a  man  unexcelled  in  the  'new 
guard.'  " 

Mr.  Powell's  legal  attainments  became 
more  finished  as  his  political  experience 
broadened  and  his  reputation  stands  very 
high  in  cases  that  are  involved  and  intri- 
cate, particularly  those  of  the  bigger  mat- 
ters of  railways  and  property  settlements. 
He  levelled  his  powerful  criticism 
against  the  Transcontinental,  and,  mak- 
ing a  study  of  the  railways  of  Canada  as 
a  whole,  he  has  lectured  on  this  subject 
in  a  highly  convincing  and  interesting 
manner. 

After  the  Homeric  campaign  of  1911 
in  which  he  lost  the  election  by  only  a  few 
votes,  came  his  great  opportunity  and  he 
was  chosen  as  a  member  of  the  Canadian 


section  of  the  International  Waterways 
Commission,  as  named  by  the  new  Govern- 
ment. He  entered  upon  the  work  with  a 
very  high  sense  of  the  responsibility  and 
an  enthusiasm  peculiarly  his  own.  This 
commission  deals  with  subjects,  that,  as 
Mr.  Powell  himself  said,  have  been  far 
more  weighty  and  provocative  than  the 
issues  leading  up  to  the  great  European 
war,  but  which  he  and  his  colleagues  so 
far  have  been  able  to  adjust  without  ran- 
cor and  to  the  satisfaction  of  both  the 
United  States  and  Canada.  The  sittings 
are  held  in  Washington,  in  Canadian  ci- 
ties, and  at  points  along  the  international 
border  conveniently  situated  to  the  wa- 
terways on  which  the  disputes  arise.  This 
position  would  be  sufficient  for  the  ambi- 
tion of  most  men,  but  whispers  say  that 
Mr.  Powell  looks  ahead  and  can  see  other 
worlds  to  conquer.  We  know  that  a  war- 
rior who  has  gone  forth  to  battle  against 
such  doughty  knights  as  Emmerson  and 
Pugsley,  although  unhorsed,  is  worthy  of 
the  cause  he  has  championed  and  would 
be  accorded  the  privilege  of  another  fight 
when  conditions  are  more  favorable.  The 


decision  rests  with  Mr.  Powejl.  Whether 
or  not  he  will  again  don  the  armor  and 
draw  the  sword  is  a  question  on  which  he 
will    not   commit   himself. 

However  that  may  be,  he  is  finding  life 
strenuous  and  enjoyable,  with  the  com- 
panionship of  a  devoted  wife,  a  charming 
daughter,  and  the  satisfaction  of  seeing 
a  brilliant  son  forging  ahead  in  the  medi- 
cal profession. 

His  bent  for  research  found  a  new  out- 
let in  the  archeological  movement  and  he 
became  one  of  the  promoters  and  best 
supporters  of  the  St.  John  Archeological 
Society  when  it  was  formed  in  1909.  His 
lectures,  besides  the  address  on  railways 
mentioned,  include  those  on  "Some  For- 
gotten Events  in  History,"  "Some  Inci- 
dents in  Canadian  History,"  and  patrio- 
tic speeches.  He  has  besides  maintained 
a  close  connection  with  his  Alma  Mater 
and  is  a  member  of  the  Board  of  Regents, 
a  senator,  and  a  member  of  the  executive 
committe  of  Mount  Allison  University.  A 
profound  student,  a  keen  lawyer,  and  a 
good  citizen,  Henry  A.  Powell  stands  high 
among  Canadian  public  men. 


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Men  —  The  Biggest   Problem  in  Business 


Progress   Comes   Only   Through  Making 

the  Scientific  Serve  the  Human 

Elernent. 


'T*HE  PROBLEM  of  men— the  hardest  pro- 
•A  blem  in  business,  many  think — is  un- 
usually troublesome  now.  Three  years  ago 
the  number  of  workers  out  of  employment  was 
appalling;  to-day  there  is  probably  less  un- ' 
employment  than  during  any  period  for 
which  we  have  records,  and  workers  have  not 
been  slow  to  grasp  their  advantage.  A  rapid 
increase  in  living  costs  has  also  acted  as  a 
spur.  The  following  extracts  from  an  article 
in  System  outline  some  methods  and  policies 
that  have  worked  out  successfully  in  the  race 
of  the  severest  obstacles: 

We  shall  need  a  new  degree  of  effectiveness 
in  our  business,  big  and  little,  once  the  war 
ends.  The  fire  of  this  great  combat  will  burn 
a  new  order  of  things  into  the  lives  of  an  im- 
portant percentage  of  the  civilized  population 
of  the  world.  As  a  result,  commerce  and 
trade  will  be  absolutely  different  after  the 
war  in  certain  important  respects. 

Thousands  of  men  who  entered  the  armies 
as  privates  are  going  to  leave  them  with 
shoulder  straps.     The  toll  has  been  so  heavy 


on  the  ruling  classes  that  they  can  no  longer 
supply  the  officers,  and  new  types  have  been 
taught  to  lead. 

These  confident,  well-trained,  hardened  men 
are  going  back  into  Europe's  stores  and  fac- 
tories when  peace  returns  to  exert  exactly 
the  same  influence  that  our  veterans  exerted 
on  business  after  the  Civil  War  closed.  They 
will  be  poor,  but  nothing  puts  fibre  into  men 
and  nations  and  business  more  surely  than 
the  impelling  power  of  poverty.  And  these 
men  are  to  be  my  competitors  and  your  com- 
petitors— regardless  of  the  size  or  the  nature 
of  your  business — after  the  restoration  of 
peace. 

Now  what  practical  stens  should  we  take 
to  meet  this  situation?  What  are  the  most 
important  steps  you  and  I  can  take  in  our 
businesses,  the  effects  of  which,  when  totaled 
for  the  entire  country,  will  do  the  most  to 
solve  the  problems?  I  want  to  suggest  that 
wo  turn  our  attention  to  those  who  work  with 
us.  to  the  human  side  of  business.  If  we  shall 
each  learn  how  to  awaken  a  little  more 
loyalty  from  our  help  and  to  give  more  in 
turn,  always  remembering  that  loyalty  creates 
loyalty  —  I  prefer  the  old-fashioned  word 
"help"  to  "operative,"  "worker"  or  "em- 
ployee," for  they  are  our  helpers — the  total 
results  may  satisfy  the  need,  for  a  country's 
effectiveness  in  commerce  is  measured  by  the 
good  will  and  loyalty  between  the  heads  and 
the  helping  hands  in  its  factories  and  stores. 
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iiinlation  of  national  commercial  standing. 
nd  there  is  only  one  way  to  strengthen  the 
^alty  of  help — by  learning  to  treat  it  with  a 
gree  of  human  sympathy  that  will  result  in 
tter  team  work  among  the  help  on  your 
yroU  and  my  payroll.  We  might  properly 
raphrase  the  old  quotation :  "Am  I  my 
other's  keeper?"  and  make  it  read:  "I  am 
r  brother's  helper." 

It  is  possible  to  point  out  certain  methods 
lich  help  to  win  loyalty  from  help.  Let  us 
Bt  consider  the  concern  large  enough  to 
re  foremen  or  others  to  take  over  the  sub- 
iinate  direction  of  the  men.  Here  it  is  all 
portant  to  have  the  foremen  feel  that  win- 
ig  the  support  of  the  help  is  as  important 
'actor  in  judging  their  success  as  the  quality 
d  the  quantity  of  the  product.  They  must 
derstand  that  a  workman  is  first  of  all  a 
man  being,  not  a  tooth  on  a  gear,  and 
>t  he  will  never  produce  best  when  you  buy 
ly  the  work  of  his  hands  and  forget  to 
jvide  for  the  sympathetic  co-operation  of 
id  and  heart. 

^ow  let  us  turn  to  conditions  that  apply 
concerns  of  practically  all  sizes.  It  is 
portant  not  to  drive.  "Fear  of  the  boss" 
rer  inspired  any  real  team  work,  and  no 
)d  working  force  was  ever  built  up  without 
m  work.  The  men  in  positions  of  respon- 
ility  must  make  the  men  under  them  really 
nt  to  work  with  and  for  them.  It  takes  a 
?able  personality  to  awaken  this  sort  of  an 
itude  among  the  help,  and  yet  men  have 
athered  and  destroyed  the  likeable  per- 
alities  which  should  have  been  an  import- 
asset. 

say  without  hesitation,  and  judging  from 
Dmewhat  varied  experience  in  management, 
t  I  would  choose  a  tactful  personality 
ry  time  in  preference  to  great  executive 
lity  or  mechanical  skill.  The  man  with  a 
able  personality  can  develop,  with  appar- 
ly  no  effort  at  all,  a  degree  of  effectiveness 
surpassing  that  created  with  the  most 
nstaking  care  by  men  possessing  only  great 
cutive  ability  or  skill.  And  when  we  find 
aan  who  possesses  a  combination  of  all 
le  to  a  high  degree — a  human  personality, 
sual  executive  and  mechanical  ability — we 
did  count  him  an  almost  priceless  asset. 
;  is  also  vita!  for  those  in  positions  of  re- 
isibility  to  be  patient  despite  trying  con- 
Dns.  Above  all,  they  must  be  fair.  No 
ter  how  restricted  it  may  be,  they  should 
to  appreciate  the  other  person's  point  of 
f,  and  they  should  make  every  effort  to 
1  their  tempers,  no  matter  to  what  extent 
'  may  be  aggravated.  They  must  avoid 
ng  things  that  should  never  have  been 
in  the  heat  of  anger.  Their  horizons  are 
;r  than  the  usual  horizon,  their  outlooks 
ider  than  the  average  outlook,  and  there- 
it  is  fair  to  expect  self-restraint  and 
artiality  from  them. 

3  hear  patiently  what  their  subordinates 
to  say,  and  to  convince  these  subordin- 
that  they  want  to  be  fair  and  just,  should 
mong  the  lessons  learned  by  these  execu- 
Where  do  most  of  the  labor  troubles 
t?  Precisely  at  the  point  where  some 
ager,  superintendent,  foreman,  workman 
abor  leader  takes  a  position  from  which 
pride  will  not  let  him  recede  even  if  his 
•ment  favors  a  retreat.  He  must  either 
ender  or  fight,  and  if  he  fights,  hundreds 
thers  may  have  to  pay  an  awful  price — 
ly  to  sustain  one  man's  personal  pride, 
a  little  temper,  not  much,  a  few  hot 
Is,  not  many,  a  few  "damn  you's"  and  the 
and  the  only  bridge  between  both  parties 
peace  is  down.  If  only  a  little  tact  and 
5n  had  been  used  during  the  early  stages 
e  trouble,  the  final  position  that  could  not 
compromised  might  easily  have  been 
led. 

ese  executives  should  learn  that  it  never 
to  call  one  employee  down  in  the  pre- 
!  of  another.  It  may  be  all  right — at 
5  it  may  even  be  advantageous — to  speak 
s  of  praise  for  other  ears,  but  this  is 
r  true  of  words  of  criticism.  Sharp,  cut- 
words  of  criticism  may  sear  and  burn 
nployee's  brain  for  months,  and  if  spoken 
e  presence  of  another  embitter  him,  per- 
for  life. 

rhaps  you  have  heard  the  advice  an  old 
lad  superintendent  gave  to  his  son — it 
omething  like  this:  "Son,  you  will  some- 
i  have  to  discipline  men,  but  you  can  do 


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Carriers 


Have  brought  thou- 
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of  the  health-benefits 
following  a  change 
from  tea  or  coffee  to 


POSTUM 


Some  people  seem  able  to  drink  tea  or  coffee,  for  a  time, 
without  much  apparent  harm  to  health  and  comfort.  But 
there  are  many  others  to  whom  it  is  definitely  injurious  to 
heart,  stomach  and  nerves. 

If  you  are  one  of  those  with  whom  tea  and  cofiFee  dis- 
agree, a  change  to  the  pure,  delicious  food-drink,  Postum, 
would  seem  advisable — and 


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Tour  Hair 

FOR  your  hair  to  look  its  best  the  shampoo 
must  not  impair  the  oily  secretion  of  the 
scalp;  otherwise  the  hair  will  become  dry  and 
brittle. 

Ivory  Soap  is  so  mild  and  pure  that  it  does 
nothing  but  cleanse.  Its  copious  lather  enables 
it  to  absorb  the  dirt  and  any  excessive  oil  there 
may  be  upon  the  hair,  but,  because  of  its  free- 
dom from  alkali  and  other  harsh  materials,  it 
does  not  affect  the  tiny  oil  ducts  at  the  roots. 

Because  Ivory  does  not  contain  unsaponified 
oil  it  does  not  stick  to  the  hair.  Rinsing  is 
quick,  easy  and  thorough,  leaving  the  hair  in 
condition  to  dry  soft,  silky,  fluffy  and  glossy. 

Ivory  Soap  Shampoo 

Make  a  warm  suds  with  Ivory  Soap  Paste  (see 
directions  inside  wrapper).  Saturate  hair  and 
scalp.  Rub  the  scalp  with  the  paste  and  dip  the 
suds  over  it.  Rinse  with  spray  or  cup,  gradually 
cooling  the  water.  Dry  by  rubbing,  in  the  sun 
if  possible,  but  do  not  use  strong  heat. 


5  CENTS 

IVORY  SOAP  S  99^0^  PURE 


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that  without  parting  company  with  good  man- 
ners. It  won't  lift  you  up  in  the  estimation 
of  your  men  to  tell  a  man  in  the  presence  of 

others  how  many  kinds  of  a  d fool  he  is. 

No,  no,  that  good  old  word  discipline  comes 
from  the  same  root  as  the  word  disciple,  and 
the  definition  of  the  word  disciple  is  follower." 
When  the  boss  cultivates  a  spirit  of  grouch 
he  can  decide  at  once  that  it  is  going  to  pro- 
duce one  kind  of  fruit  and  one  only — it  will 
produce  "after  its  own  kind."  And,  although 
the  boss  may  be  just  one  grouch,  from  that 
seed  there  may  grow  forty  grouches  all 
'round  the  shop  and  the  odds  will  be  against 
him. 

It's  the  man  with  the  smile  who  usually 
wins  out  in  business,  as  well  as  in  other 
walks  of  life,  for  that  matter. 

Our  business  executives  must  be  taught 
that  the  man  who  attempts  to  do  everything 
himself  usually  fails.  Nothing  is  more  piti- 
ful than  the  sight  of  a  man  of  skill  falling 
down  on  a  job  requiring  something  besides 
skill  simply  because  he  will  not  provide  him- 
self with  suitable  assistance  and  then  dele- 
gate some  of  the  work  to  the  assistants.  The 
man  who  succeeds  is  the  man  who  has  the  help 
of  a  team.  The  lack  of  team  work  is  the  ex- 
planation of  many   a  failure. 

Since  we  are  discussing  ways  of  working 
with  men  to  better  advantage,  we  must  na- 
turally give  some  thought  to  so-called  (and 
too  often  miscalled)  scientific  management. 
There  is  apparently  a  growing  tendency  to 
ignore  the  human  element  in  industry,  and 
many  would  connect  this  with  the  interest 
in  scientific  management.  This  tendency  runs 
toward  the  creation  of  the  means  for  the 
production  of  goods  at  maximum  capacities 
and  minimum  costs  without  much  regard  for 
the  human   element  involved. 

The  result  is  a  mechanical  spirit,  a  spirit 
which  produces  minds  of  mechanical  qualities 
and  withers  up  ordinary  human  feelings. 
We  should  never  agree  to  acquiring  commer- 
cial effectiveness  at  the  expense  of  the  richer 
spiritual  qualities.  If  we  are  going  to  allow 
our  pursuit  of  the  scientific  to  make  slaves 
of  materialism  of  us,  we  had  best  call  a  halt 
to-day,  before  we  have  gone  too  far,  for  real 
progress  will  come  only  from  making  the 
scientific   serve   the   human   element. 

As  long  as  we  remember  that  making  our 
business  effective  really  amounts  to  applying 
common  sense  to  ordinary  commonplace  af- 
fairs we  shall  be  safer.  There  is  nothing 
miraculous  about  that,  and  we  shall  not  get 
beyond  our  depths.  There  is  no  doubt  that 
the  new  profession  called  "efficiency  engineer- 
ing" and  other  names  has  made  considerable 
progress  in  some  directions,  but  that  should 
not  be  made  the  excuse  for  placing  either  our- 
selves or  it  in  a  false  position  by  turning 
everything  that  is  troubling  us  in  business 
over  to  it.  When  it  comes  to  this  question, 
some  of  us  who  were  not  born  yesterday 
transpose  the  words  on  the  signs  at  the 
railroad  crossings  and  look,  listen — and  stop. 

A  friend  of  mine  went  to  hear  a  leading 
efficiency  man.  who  has  done  splendid  work, 
speak  about  efficiency  in  the  household.  The 
argument  was  advanced  that  even  in  the  pur- 
chase of  lamb  chops  there  were  chances  for 
improvements  through  greater  efficiency. 

The  next  morning  my  friend  undertook  to 
teach  his  wife  what  he  had  learned  from  this 
speech.  His  wife  listened  patiently  for  a 
time,   and   then   asked.     "Do   you    love   me?" 

"Certainly  I  do,"  he  answered. 

"Do  you  love  your  happy  home?"  she  then 
asked. 

"Sure!"  was  his  answer.  , 

Next  she  shot  at  him:   "Then  shut  up." 

So-called  scientific  management  has  as  its 
object  the  elimination  of  waste.  The  most 
important  waste  in  business  is  not  of  mater- 
ials but  of  time.  Now  to  make  the  most  at- 
tractive reductions  in  the  wastage  of  time, 
you  must  have  co-operation  from  your  em- 
ployees. In  other  words,  the  knack  of  work- 
ing with  men  is  vital. 

Hence  any  system  of  management,  whe- 
ther it  is  called  scientific  or  not,  which  disre- 
gards this  factor  of  team  work  or  co-operation 
from  the  help  is  most  dangerous.  It  will  de- 
feat its  own  ends. 

It  is  fairly  easy  to  list  a  number  of  types 
of  management  in  use  by  men  responsible  for 
the  work  accomplished  by  important  con- 
cerns.   For  instance,  some  business  men  think 


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the  knack  of  handling  men  amounts  to  nag- 
King  at  more  or  less  regular  intervals.  Per- 
sonally I  do  not  think  much  of  this  method. 

Others  prefer  to  make  working  with  men 
largely  a  money  matter.  They  offer  a  man 
twice  the  amount  any  one  else  will  give  him, 
tell  him  they  expect  him  to  make  good  twice  as 
spectacularly  as  any  one  else  and  then  leave 
him  completely  alone.  If  he  makes  good,  they 
readily  give  him  enough  more  to  keep  him 
pushing;  if  he  falls  down,  they  replace  him. 
This  method  may  be  all  right  if  you  can  afford 
expensive  blunders. 

A  third  plan  is  to  work  with  men  by  arous- 
ing a  spirit  of  team  play  among  them  and 
making  them  feel  that  they  are  members  of 
an  industrial  family.  This,  I  believe,  is  the 
best  way.  You  must  have  team  work  for  the 
finest  success. 

One  of  the  important  detailed  questions 
involved  in  working  with  men  is,  of  course, 
when  and  how  to  handle  raises.  Here  again 
we  encounter  fifty-seven  varieties  of  specific 
conditions.  The  case  of  each  man  is  different. 
With  some  men  a  raise  will  act  as  a  spur; 
with  others  it  will  put  them  to  sleep.  The 
question  of  salary  rewards  should  never  be 
disregarded,  of  course,  because  the  man  who 
most  deserves  an  increase  may  be  one  who 
will  not  ask  for  it  and  will  cast  about  for  new 
connections  after  a  noticeably  long  period 
passes  without  a  raise.  Most  business  men 
with  a  number  of  highly  paid  men  under  them 
have  stated  periods,  I  presume,  for  going  over 
the  names  of  these  men.  Only  by  following 
some  such  schedule  can  the  risk  of  overlook- 
ine  a  good  man  be  avoided.  More  important 
still  is  the  advisability  of  mapping  out  the 
line  of  advance  best  suited  to  each  man  and 
.■showing  him  that  it  is  ahead.  Then,  too,  men 
should  be  shifted  until  they  are  in  position 
for  advancement  along  the  lines  at  which  they 
work  best.  The  reward  of  planning  of  this 
sort,  if  coupled  with  the  right  type  of  man- 
agement, should  be  team  work  and  an  un- 
usually low  labor  cost  in  place  of  the  always 
expensive  hiring  and  firing  policy. 


*^The  Heart's  Desire 
of  Rumania 

Sketches  From  the  History  of  a  County 

Distingxiished  in  Poetry   and 

Agriculture. 


'  I  *HE  Rumania  of  to-day  is  as  large  as 
■*■  England,  with  a  population  equal  to  that 
of  England  a  century  and  a  quarter  ago.  The 
present  war  seeks  to  add  to  it  Rumanian  lands 
and  Rumanian  peoples  equal  to  Scotland,  and, 
like  Scotland  a  region  of  pine-clad  hills.  But 
in  many  things  it  is  to  Ireland  rather  than 
England  that  comparisons  point.  There  is 
intense  nationalism,  as  in  Ireland,  and  a 
land  question  bitterly  fought  between  two 
parties.  Quoting  briefly  from  the  Outlook  we 
have  the  following  notes  from  the  history  of 
this    interesting   country: 

Of  cultivated  land — as  rich  as  any  in  the 
world,  so  that  this  small  kingdom  stands  fifth 
among  the  nations  for  wheat  and  fifth  for 
wine — Rumania  has  twenty  million  acres. 
Some  ten  million  acres  are  divided  into  little 
peasant  holdings  of  less  than  ten  acres  each; 
some  ten  millions  into  great  estates  averag- 
ing over  two  thousand  acres,  worked  by 
laborers  not  far  from  serfdom,  while  the 
owners,  absentees  like  the  Irish  landlords 
of  the  past,  spend  their  money  lavishly  in 
Bucharest  or  Paris.  So  it  comes  that  in 
no  other  country  in  Europe  is  the  chasm  so 
wide  between  the  few  very  wealthy  land- 
owners— less  than  five  thousand  families — 
and  the  great  bulk  of  the  people  who  till  the 
soil. 

Yet  another  comparison  with  Ireland.  The 
first  ruler  of  modern  Rumania,  besides  being 
a  great  nationalist,  was  the  leader  in  a  na- 
tion-wide land  agitation  which  had  for  its 
aim  just  the  aim  Parnell  had  in  view  in  Ire- 


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Stored-Up 

Daylight 

in  the  dark  celler,  the  attic  or 
into  the  blackness  of  night — 
wherever  need  calls  you  into  the 
darkness.  The  "Franco" 
Square  Hand  Lantern  is  the 
most  convenient,  portable  lan- 
tern made.  It  is  safe,  clean, 
instant  and  long-lived.  It  gives 
a  brilliant  white  light  at  hours 
for  a  time  or  intermittently  as 
desired. 

THE  "FRANCO"  was  attested 
in  competition  with  the  world  at 
the  Panama-Pacific  Exposition, 
1915,  where  "Franco"  Flash- 
lights received  the  highest  gold 
medal  award. 

Equipped  with  "Franco"  Radio 
Nitrogen  Battery  and  "Franco" 
Tungsten  Bulbs,  these  Lamps 
outlast  the  ordinary  kind  and 
give  dependable,  satisfactory 
service.  Be  safe  and  sure — 
remember  the  name — "Franco." 

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land — to  turn  a  nation  of  laborers  into  a 
nation  of  peasant  owners;  and,  like  Parnell, 
the  Rumanian  leader  was  ruined  through  a 
tragedy  of  passion,  and  left  his  work  undone. 
So  it  comes  that  the  land  question  is,  after 
nationalism,  the  greatest  and  gravest  ques- 
tion in  Rumanian  politicis.  For  the  present 
it  is  in  abeyance;  but  it  will  assuredly  come 
up  again  after  the  war. 

This  passion  for  the  land  and  for  the  things 
that  grow  upon  it  has  deeply  colored  Ruma- 
nian poetry.  Just  as  among  Irish  popular 
ballads  there  is  a  class  called  "Come  all  ye's," 
from  their  first  words,  so,  in  Rumania,  whole 
groups  of  poems  begin  with  the  names  of 
plants  or  fruits:  "Leaf  of  the  violet!  Leaf 
of  red  clover!  Leaf  of  the  mulberry!  Leaf 
of  the  bramble!  Leaf  of  the  acacia!  Leaf 
of  marjoram!  Leaf  of  arbutus!"  Here  is 
a  long  song  that  is  representative  of  many: 
"Green  leaf  of  the  hawthorn!  nothing  any 
longer  touches  my  thought.  Since  longing 
came  upon  me,  it  has  taken  prisoner  my 
heart;  since  longing  seized  me,  ray  soul  is 
on  fire.  I  climb  the  hill,  I  go  down  into  the 
valley,  and  my  day  is  wasted  by  the  roadside. 
I  pass  my  life  in  longing.  My  little  sweet- 
heart, whose  lips  are  like  a  flower,  when  I 
see  thee,  I  forget  the  plow  in  the  furrow, 
the  pickax  struck  into  the  earth;  I  let  my 
oxen  graze,  my  plow  rust,  my  pickax  rot. 
Alas,  little  sweetheart!  if  thou  wert  willing, 
I  would  drive  four  plows  and  till  the  whole 
land!  But  thou  are  not  willing,  ray  woe, 
and  I  die  for  longing!" 

In  these  folk  poems  one  finds  wonderful 
phrases:  A  wanderer  went  to  the  world's 
end,  "where  things  that  are  mingle  with 
things  that  are  not;"  there  is  an  old  widow, 
"old  as  Time,  and  so  poor  that  even  the  flies 
had  deserted  her  hut;"  there  are  sheep  that 
whiten  the  hillside  "like  a  carpet  of  opened 
flowers."  And  some  of  the  songs  end  with 
a  graceful  touch  of  humor:  "My  hero  is  still 
living — unless  he  has  died!"  "The  wedding 
feast  is  still  going  on,  unless  it  ended — like 
my   song!" 

One  of  the  best  of  these  poems  is  in  praise 
of  poetry  itself,  of  the  national  Rumanian 
poem,  the  "Doina:"  "Oh,  doina,  doina,  sweet 
song,  when  I  hear  thee  I  halt  in  the  way. 
Oh,  doina,  doina,  song  full  of  fire,  when  thou 
echoest  I  stand  still.  Spring  winds  blow, 
and  I  sing  the  doina  in  the  open  air,  amid  the 
flowers  and  the  nightingales.  When  winter 
comes,  laden  with  tempests,  I  sing,  in  my 
cottage,  the  doina,  to  guard  my  days  and 
nights.  When  the  birth  of  the  leaves  in  the 
forests  comes  again,  I  sing  the  doina  of  the 
brigands.  The  leaf  falls  to  the  earth,  and 
then  I  sing  the  doina  of  lamentations.  I 
speak  the  doina,  I  breathe  the  doina,  I  live 
only  through  the  doina!" 

One  may  sum  up  in  the  words  of  the  late 
King  Carol,  who  made  himself  a  true  Ruma- 
nian: "Our  popular  poety  in  a  marvelous 
way  mirrors  the  painful  times  of  a  past  full 
of  fear  and  suffering.  While  science  and 
politics  lay  dormant,  poetry  was  profoundly 
alive  in  the  Rumanian  heart." 

If  poetry  be  the  soul  of  the  Rumanian 
people,  the  tillage  of  the  soil  is  its  body. 
The  wide  plains  of  the  Danube  and  its  afflu- 
ents— the  Sereth,  which  flows  south  from 
Bukowina;  the  Yalomitsa,  which  rises  in  the 
Carpathian  foothills;  the  Aluta,  which  comes 
southward  through  the  mountains  from 
Transylvania  —  are  among  the  richest  farm 
lands  in  the  world;  lands  on  which  the  fawn- 
colored  oxen  and  buffaloes  of  bygone  days 
are  yielding  to  modern  tractors  and  steam 
plows,  just  as,  alas!  the  national  costume  of 
the  peasants,  splendid  with  colored  needle- 
work, is  in  danger  of  absorption  into  the 
drab  monotony  of  "civilized"  clothes.  These 
rich  lands  the  Rumanian  peasants  tilled  as 
serfs,  for  masters  who  for  centuries  were 
little  better  than  serfs  of  the  Turks. 

Rumania  was  for  generations  the  battle- 
field of  the  Turks  from  the  south,  fighting 
against  the  Russians  from  the  north;  the 
Russians  who,  after  long  tnd  abject  helotry 
to  the  Moslem  Tartars — of  the  hordes  of  the 
great  Genghiz  Khan — had  slowly  and  through 
much  suffering  shaken  off  the  Tartar  yoke, 
at  last  driving  their  conquerors  back  to  the 
shores  of  the  Black  Sea,  on  the  fringe  of  the 
Sultan's  Empire.  Something  over  a  century 
ago  one  of  these  interminable  wars  raged 
between   Russian   and   Turks;    and   Suvaroff, 


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the  wild  genius  who  led  Empress  Catherine's 
armies,  inflicted  a  crushing  defeat  upon  the 
Turks  in  a  region  largely  peopled  by  Ru- 
manians, at  Ismailia,  just  north  of  the  mouths 
of  the  Danube.  The  peace,  made  in  1812, 
gave  Russia  as  spoils  of  victory  the  region 
between  the  Dniester  and  the  Pruth,  which 
bears  the  name  of  Bessarabia,  from  the  old 
Rumanian  princely  family  of  Besaarab. 
There  was  hardly  even  a  stirring  of  Ruma- 
nian nationality  then;  the  name,  even,  of 
Rumanian  had  hardly  come  into  being.  The 
whole  of  the  future  Kingdom  was  still  divided 
into  two  Turkish  provinces:  Moldavia,  to  the 
north,  between  the  Pruth  and  the  Carpa- 
thians; and  Wallachia,  to  the  south,  between 
the  Transylvanian  Alps  and  the  Danube. 
Their  administration,  which  consisted  largely 
in  plundering  their  populations,  was  for  the 
most  part  carried  on  by  Greek  traders  from 
Stamboul,  who  bought  their  offices  at  auction 
from  the  Sultan,  and  counted  on  organized 
robbery  to  get  back  the  price. 

A  word  concerning  the  faith  of  the  Ru- 
manians. All  eastern  Europe,  from  the  line 
of  the  Balkans  northward,  owes  its  Chris- 
tianity to  two  Slav  apostles,  Cyril  and  Me- 
thodius, who,  drawing  their  inspiration  from 
the  ancient  Church  of  Constantinople,  car- 
ried the  Scriptures  and  Prayer-Book,  in  the 
old  Slav  tongue,  to  the  northern  half  of  the 
Balkan  Peninsula  and  to  what  was  to  be  the 
Russian  Empire.  So  old  Slavonic  became 
the  Church  tongue  of  Servia,  Montenegro, 
Bulgaria,  and  Russia,  to  whose  living  tongues 
it  stands  in  the  same  relation  as  the  Latin 
of  the  Western  Church  does  to  Italian.  Span- 
ish, Portuguese,  and  French.  It  also  became 
the  ecclesiastical  language  of  the  Rumanian 
region,  where  it  has  always  been  an  alien 
speech-  So  that  in  working  toward  national 
consciousness  and  life  Rumania  had  gradually 
to  turn  its  Church  tradition  and  services  into 
the  national  tongue,  as  in  the  domain  of  law 
it  threw  off  the  shackles  of  the  Phanariote 
Greeks,  with  the  jaiijon  they  brought  with 
them  from  Stamboul.  For,  while  the  best 
writing  of  modern  Greece  is  close  to  the 
beautiful  old  tongue  of  Hellas  -no  living 
tongue  has  changed  less  in  two  millenniums 
— the  daily  speech  of  the  peasants  and  the 
Constantinople  traders  is  no  better  than  a 
.iargon.  And  this  was  still  more  true  a  cen- 
tury ago,  when  the  fight  for  the  Rumanian 
tongue  began. 

While  they  were  thus  winning  a  language 
for  their  nascent  nation,  which  was  coming 
up  out  of  the  throes  of  centuries  of  suffering 
and  subjection,  the  Rumanians  were  at  the 
same  time  reconquering,  by  slow  and  painful 
stages,  the  power  and  right  to  govern  them- 
selves, though  still  under  Turkish  suzerainty. 
The  people  of  Wallachia  now  elected  their 
own  prince,  as  did  the  Moldavians  to  the 
north.  By  a  happy  inspiration,  they  effected 
a  union  in  1859  by  electing  the  same  man  to 
both  oflfices.  and  Alexander  John  Cuza,  whom 
we  have  likened  to  the  great  Irish  National- 
ist Charles  Stewart  Parnell,  became  the  first 
Prince  of  United  Rumania,  whose  admin- 
istration was  completely  unified  in  1861.  But 
five  years  later  a  strong  party  in  Rumania 
brought  about  his  downfall:  in  part  because 
of  elements  in  his  private  life,  but  more,  per- 
haps, because  of  his  land  policy,  which  meant 
the  emancipation  and  enrichment  of  the  peas- 
ant millions  at  the  expense  of  the  few  great 
landed   families. 

Then  came  the  suggestion,  made  first,  it 
is  said,  in  France,  that  a  prince  of  the  old 
Roman  Catholic  line  of  Hohenzollern-Sigma- 
ringen  should  be  called  to  govern  Rumania; 
Prince  Carol  of  that  ancient  house,  was 
unanimously  accepted  by  a  Constituent  As- 
sembly, which  in  the  summer  of  1866  formed 
also  a  Parliament  of  two  houses,  to  govern 
constitutionally  in  union  with  the  Prince. 
The  Sultan  of  Turkey  was  still  suzerain 
over  Rumania;  but  Prince  Carol,  who  was 
a  trained  soldier,  throwing  himself  heart 
and  soul  into  the  national  life  of  Rumania, 
organized  and  trained  an  excellent  army,  and 
began  a  network  of  strategic  railways  lead- 
ing up  to  the  mountain  passes  and  down  to 
the  Danube,  and  later  connected  with  the 
Black  Sea  by  the  line  to  Constanza,  which 
crosses  the  Danube  by  the  magnificent  bridge 
at  Cherna  Voda,  the  "black  water."  These 
were  happy  days  for  the  Rumanians.  Wealth 
and  well-being  increased;  new  writers,  full 
of  the  spirit  of  Rumania  nationalism,  mul- 


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The  Oat  Is  a  Complete  Food 

Students  of  food  values  know  that  the  oat  contains 
all  the  olomoiits  we  need.  And  in  the  right  proportions. 
All  save  fat — which  the  cream  supplies — and  water. 

It  is  rich  in  elements  which  most  foods  lack. 

It  is  famous  for  its  energizing  powers. 

For  ages  the  effects  have  proved  that.  But  science 
now  tells  us  why. 

It  is  this  great  food — the  most  delicious,  most  im- 
portant grain  food — that  Quaker  Oats  presents  in 
extra-luscious  form. 

It  is  for  lovers  of  vivacity,  capacity  and  power. 

In  this  rich,  flavory  form  folks  eat  it  plentifully  and 
often — as  thev  should. 


The  Royal  Grade  of  Vim  Food 


Its  extra  goodness  is  due  to  select- 
ed grains.  Quaker  Oats  is  flaked 
from  only  the  big,  plum,  luscious 
oats.  We  get  but  ten  pounds  from  a 
bushel 

The  little  grains  have  no  such  fla- 
vor as  you  find  in  Quaker  Oats. 

All  the  world  over,  millions  of  oat 

Large  Round  Package,  2Sc 


lovers  have  discovered  this  Quaker 
Oats  quality.  So  everywhere  this 
premier  brand  outsells  any  other. 

Every  grocer  sells  it,  and  without 
extrfi  price.  Asking  will  bring  it  to 
you.  Remember  this,  for  your  own 
delight,  when  you  next  order  oats. 

Regular  Package,  10c 


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tiplied  poems  and  histories,  dramas  and 
romances,  of  Rumanian  life;  and  Carol's 
co^lsort,  who  had  been  Princess  Elizabeth  of 
Wied,  became,  as  "Carmen  Sylva,"  the  en- 
thusiastic prophetess  of  the  Rumanian  tongue 
and  its  ancient,  beautiful  traditions.  The 
closeness  of  that  tongue  to  French  made  easy 
a  rich  interchange  between  the  two  langu- 
ages; Rumania's  memories  and  aspirations 
were  told  in  French,  and  the  best  French 
writers  became  the  models  of  the  young 
Rumanians. 

In  1854,  a  dozen  years  before  the  coming 
of  Prince  Carol  and  "Carmen  Sylva,"  and 
five  years  before  the  two  D^nubian  principali- 
ties were  first  united,  Russia  and  Turkey  had 
once  more  gone  to  war.  Turkey,  with  the 
support  of  Napoleon  III.  and  Viscount  Palm- 
erston,  was  able,  when  the  war  closed,  to  get 
back  a  part  of  Bessarabia,  which  had  then 
been  a  part  of  the  Russian  Empire  for  nearly 
half  a  century.  In  1877,  eleven  years  after 
Carol  had  come  to  rule  Rumania,  the  Turkish 
petsecution  of  the  Slavonic  Serbs  and  Bul- 
gars  led  Russia  once  more  to  intervene  in  the 
Balkans.  On  May  17  a  Russian  army  began 
a  southward  march  through  Rumania  and 
across  the  Danube;  and,  after  a  first  serious 
check  at  Plevna,  Rumanian  troops  under 
Prince  Carol  were  invited  to  join  the  Rus- 
sins  and  fought  splendidly  through  the  re- 
mainder of  the  campaign.  But  the  distri- 
bution of  fruits  of  victory  brought  discord. 
Russia  claimed  and'  received  western  Bessa- 
rabia, which  had  been  Russian  territory  from 
1812  to  1856,  but  which  had  been  embodied 
in  Turkish  Rumania  from  1856  to  1877.  As 
compensation  Russia  compelled  Turkey  to 
cede  to  Rumania  the  Dobrudja  plateau,  which 
turns  the  Danube  northward  at  Silistria.  But 
the  compensation  was  felt  to  be  inadequate; 
the  alienation  of  Bessarabia,  with  its  million 
Rumanian  inhabitants,  was  one  of  the  causes 
which  led  Rumania,  six  years  after  the  war, 
to  throw  in  her  lot  with  the  Central  Empires! 
Against  the  Central  Powers,  however, 
Rumania  had  a  deeper  and  more  lasting 
grievance.  In  the  Bukowina,  in  Transylva- 
nia, and  the  Banat,  there  are  four  million 
Rumanians,  and  this  whole  region  is  saturated 
with  the  most  ancient  Ruman  traditions. 
The  city  now  called  Karlsburg,  in  south- 
western Transylvania,  was  Apulum,  the  head- 
quarters of  the  legionaries  of  the  Rumanian 
region;     Sucheava,    on     a     tribuary    of    the 


Sereth,  in  Bukowina,  the  Beechland,  was  the 
ancient  Moldavian  capital;  and  in  the  Putna 
monastery,  hard  by,  the  old  Moldavian  princes 
were  buried. 

It  is  curious,  and  far  from  creditable,  that 
the  Rumanians  of  Transylvania  and  the 
Banat,  subject  to  Hungary  and  governed 
from  Budapest,  have  been  far  more  harshly 
treated  than  their  brothers  in  the  Bukowina, 
directly  under  the  Austrian  crown.  At  the 
very  time  when  the  Magyars,  under  Louis 
Kossuth's  fiery  leadership,  were  fighting  for 
their  liberty  and  their  national  ideal  these 
same  Magyars  were  planning  to  disfranchise 
the  Rumanians  of  Transylvania  and  reduce 
them  to  helotry.  Transylvania  was  to  be  re- 
presented at  Budapest  by  sixty-nine  Deputies; 
ijut  these  were  all  to  be  Magyars  or  Germans, 
although  the  Rumanians  were  two-thirds  of 
the  whole  population,  while  the  Magyars  were 
but  a  quarter  and  the  Germans  less  than  a 
tenth.  This  was  in  1848,  the  "year  of 
liberty."  In  1863  the  Emperor  Franz  Josef, 
bringing  Transylvania  more  directly  under 
his  rule,  dealt  more  generously  with  the  Ru- 
manian population;  but  three  years  later  the 
Prussian  victory  at  Sadowa  broke  the  Aus- 
trian power.  Hungary  asserted  herself,  re- 
covered Transylvania,  and  has  been  bullying 
and  maltreating  the  Rumanians  ever  since,  as 
she  has  bullied  the  Slovaks  and  other  Slav 
peoples  within  the  Kingdom.  Under  the  Mag- 
yar election  law,  of  more  than  four  hundred 
representative  elected  to  the  Diet,  only  one 
was  a  Rumanian.  A  tyrannous  Magyariza- 
tion  went  on  at  the  same  time,  for  there  is  a 
false  nationalism  as  well  as  a  true.  And  now 
the  cup  of  injustice  has  flowed  over;  the 
armies  from  the  Rumanian  Kingdom  lately 
poured  through  the  Carpathian  passes  in  an 
effort  to  liberate  their  western  brothers,  to 
reunite  the  old  Rumanian  land.  And  so  rich, 
so  fertile,  so  full  of  promise,  is  the  Rumanian 
genius  that  the  whole  world  stands  to  gain 
through  a  fuller  expression  of  Rumanian 
nationalism.  We  have  come  to  learn,  through 
long  centuries  of  pain  and  struggle,  that  the 
fruit  of  a  nation's  work  is  of  sterling  and 
universal  value,  of  genuine  worth  in  the 
world,  only  when  that  nation  is  living  and 
breathing  in  the  free  spirit  of  its  own  genius; 
and  this  Ruman  nation,  young  and  strong 
and  vigorous  and  of  uncorrupted  life,  for  all 
its  centuries  of  tradition,  has,  we  are  confi- 
dent, rich  treasures  in  its  heart,  to  be 
brought  forth  for  the  enrichment  of  the  world. 


Dante's  Appeal  to  the  Nations 


The  Seer  of  Six  Hundred  Years  Ago  Has 
a  Message  for  Europe  To-day. 


TO-DAY,  perhaps  owing  to  the  pressure  of 
great  practical  anxieties,  we  would  wel- 
come the  man  of  action  more  than  the  man 
of  vision;  it  is  natural,  when  the  hour  has 
come  that  we  should  look  for  the  man  who 
can  act,  but  the  world  could  not  do  without 
the  man  of  vision.  At  any  rate  the  man 
of  vision  has  often  inspired  the  man  of  action. 
When,  however,  we  turn  to  Dante  and  ask 
what  message  he  has  for  us,  we  may  be  sure 
we  shall  not  listen  to  the  vapourings  of  a 
visionary,  but  to  the  carefully  devised  schemes 
and  well-weighed  words  of  a  man  who  had 
imagination  enough  'to  understand  the  great 
things  of  the  world,  and  good  sense  enough  to 
remember  the  little  things  which  are  also 
great.  This  is  true  in  spite  of  the  fact  that 
we  must  regard  him  chiefly  as  an  idealist, 
and  so  judge  the  appeal  which  comes  to  us 
across  the  stretch  of  six  hundred  years. 
Quoting  briefly  from  The  Nineteenth  Century 
Magazine : 

We  are  to-day  spectators  of  a  conflict 
which  will  alter  the  map  of  Europe  and  re- 
volutionize the  conditions  of  social  and  politi- 
cal life.  The  children  who  are  born  to-day 
will  grow  up  in  a  new  world.  Things  and  in- 
stitutions  which    we    and    our   fathers    have 


known  may  vanish,  a  new  earth  may  be  born, 
better  or  worse  than  the  one  we  have  known 
and  lived  in.  From  the  spectacle  of  the  con- 
vulsed Europe  we  know  we  turn  to  Dante, 
who  in  his  day  also  looked  out  upon  a  Europe 
seething  with  unrest — in  which  theories  seem- 
ingly irreconcilable  fought  for  the  mastery, 
and  self-seeking  men  and  unprincipled  oppor- 
tunists waited  warily  upon  events,  in  which 
thousands  of  the  combatants  fought  for  prin- 
ciples which  they  did  not  understand,  and 
shouted  rallying  cries  which  had  lost  their 
meaning,  in  which  few  had  any  real  guiding 
principle  of  judgment,  and  many  exercised  a 
prudent  caution  of  concealment.  He  lived  in 
a  Europe,  in  fact,  which,  though  wholly  dif- 
ferent from  the  Europe  we  know,  was  filled 
with  men  like  the  men  we  know — men  brave 
but  ignorant,  men  astute  but  cowardly,  men 
patriotic  and  self  sacrificing,  and  men  who 
measured  everything  by  self-interest.  Human 
nature  with  its  greatness  and  littleness  is  the 
same  to-day  as  it  was  600  years  ago.  We 
may,  therefore,  hear  from  Dante  an  appeal 
which  has  its  message  for  our  own  age.  I 
call  it  an  appeal,  and  I  hope  that  I  can  justify 
the  word.  For  the  present  I  only  ask  what 
message  Dante  has  for  the  nations  and  men 
of  to-day.  One  great  Italian  of  last  century, 
speaking  in  a  time  of  Continental  unrest,  said 
"The  secret  of  Dante  is  the  secret  of  our  own 
epoch."  If  so,  it  is  not  unreasonable  to  be- 
lieve that  he  has.  some  message  for  us. 

To  this  end  let  us  look  at  some  of  Dante's 
political  principles.  Dante  set  out  his  views 
in  a  formal  fashion  in  his  work  De  Monarchia. 
He  saw  that  the  times  were  times  of  war  and 
confusion.     Rivalries,  dynastic,  municipal,  re- 


ligious, were  complicating  the  problem  of  how 
to  live.  He  felt  that  the  hour  needed  some 
strong,  wise  and  honorable  man  who  might 
restore  harmony  and  establish  upon  some 
permanent  basis  a  better  order  of  things.  In 
the  chaos  of  the  times  unity  of  Government 
seemed  to  be  the  most  pressing  necessity,  and 
so  with  great  earnestness,  with  the  use  of  the 
verbal  logic  which  was  fashionable,  with  de- 
lightful dexterity  and  simple-minded  sincer- 
ity, allied  with  a  simplicity  which  is  astonish- 
ing, he  pleaded  that  a  great  State  Ruler  was 
needful  for  civil  affairs,  just  as  a  great  Eccle- 
siastical Ruler  was  recognized  as  necessary  in 
religious  matters.  The  world  needed  a  mon- 
arch for  things  of  the  State  and  a  Pope  for 
things  of  the  Church,  both  deriving  their 
authority  from  Heaven.  Now  when  we  read 
his  earnest  pleadings  for  unity  of  Govern- 
ment, his  reiterated  arguments  leading  to  the 
monotonous  conclusion  that  a  single  ruler  is 
needed  for  the  peace  of  the  world,  we  may  be 
tempted  to  think  that  Dante  must  be  counted 
among  those  who  would  welcome  the  estab- 
lishment of  an  Empire  which  would  put  into 
the  hands  of  one  sovereign  the  destinies  of 
Europe.  In  this  case  we  may  ask  whether  his 
ideas  are  not  more  in  harmony  with  the 
programme  of  Germany  to-day  than  with 
those  of  ourselves  and  of  our  Allies? 

What  is  the  root  and  ground  of  this  Imperial 
majesty?  It  arises,  Dante  says,  from  man's 
social  state,  "which  is  ordained  for  a  single 
end — namely,  a  life  of  happiness."  It  is  be- 
cause man  cannot  reach  happiness  alone, 
but  only  with  comradeship,  because  he  is  a 
companionable  animal,  that  this  central  ruler 
is  needed.  Man  needs  help  in  social,  in  poli- 
tical affairs,  and  in  the  long  run  his  happiness 
cannot  be  secured  unless  there  is  some  final 
authority  to  determine  disputes  and  do  jus- 
tice. Thus  it  is  not  empire  for  the  sake  of 
empire  which  Dante  advocates,  but  empire 
for  the  sake  of  human  happiness.  The  form 
of  his  remedy  from  existing  evils  is  only 
adopted  because  he  desires  the  end — human 
happiness.  To  him  the  method  is  less  than 
the  end:  the  form  less  than  the  purpose.  His 
deepest  interest  is  not  with  the  form  of  cen- 
tral government,  but  with  happiness  of  the 
race. 

What  Dante  desires  is  a  consensus  in  regard 
to  fundamental  principles  of  right  and  free- 
dom in  practical  life.  He  could  only  see  se- 
curity for  such  a  consensus  in  some  supreme 
ruler.  "Not  only  is  this  possible  to  one,  but 
it  must  of  necessity  flow  from  one  that  all 
confusion  concerning  universal  principles  may 
be  removed."  But  in  the  application  of  prin- 
ciples freedom  was  to  be  allowed.  Dante  ad- 
vocates a  supreme  ruler,  because  he  wishes 
to  secure  to  all  men  freedom  and  peace;  these 
were  the  great  objects  which  he  had  in  view. 
He  only  valued  his  theory  as  it  promoted  or 
seemed  to  promote  these  objects.  His  theory 
was  subordinate  to  his  purpose,  and  not  his 
purpose  to  his  theory.  He  would  have  been 
the  first  to  refuse  power  which  did  not  secure 
to  man  the  happiness  in  peace  and  freedom 
which  man  had  a  right  to  claim. 

This  freedom  is  the  greatest  gift  conferred 
by  God  on  human  nature;  for  through  it  we 
have  our  felicity  here  as  men,  through  it  we 
have  our  felicity  elsewhere  as  deities.  He 
tells  us  clearly  that  the  value  of  rulers  is 
that  they  can  promote  happiness  by  preserv- 
ing freedom. 

Citizens,  he  says,  are  not  there  for  the  sake 
of  Consuls,  nor  the  nation  for  the  .sake  of 
the  King,  but  conversely,  the  Consuls  for  the 
sake  of  the  citizens,  and  the  King  for  the 
sake  of  the  nation.  For  just  as  the  body 
politic  is  not  established  for  the  benefit  of  the 
laws,  but  the  laws  for  the  benefit  of  the  body 
politic,  so  too  they  who  live  under  the  law 
are  not  ordained  for  the  benefit  of  the  legisla- 
tor, but  rather  he  for  theirs.  .  .  .  hence 
it  is  clear  that,  albeit  the  Consul  or  King  be 
masters  of  the  rest  as  regards  the  way,  yet  as 
regards  the  end  they  are  servants;  the  mon- 
arch most  of  all  for  he  must  assuredly  be  re- 
garded as  the  servant  of  all. 

If  Dante  then  has  a  message  for  us  in  the 
present  conflict,  it  is  not  a  mesage  to  en- 
courage the  northern  barbarians  on  their 
errand  of  vindictive  and  ambitious  conquest. 
It  is  a  message  of  hope  to  the  gallant  little 
nations  fighting  for  their  right  to  live  ac- 
cording to  their  own  judgment  of  what  is 
fitting:  it  is  the  message  of  faith  that  nations 


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In  comfort,  roominess,  convenience  and  easy  riding  qualities  the 
Series  18  Studebaker  cars  are  the  finest  cars  on  the  market  v/ithin 
hundreds  of  dollars  of  their  prices.  The  upholstery  is  in  high-grade, 
semi-glazed,  straight-grained  ge"  nine  leather — long,  genuine  curled 
hair  is  used  in  the  cushions  and  seat  backs.  The  seats  are  form-fit- 
ting— giving  restful  comfort  for  long  trips  and  tours. 

In  finish,  appointment  and  equipment,  Studebaker  cars  are  dis- 
tinctly fine  cars.  The  silk-mohair  top  is  bound  with  leather  edging, 
carpets  are  bound  with  leather  instead  of  the  cheap,  raveling  thread- 
stitch,  and  aluminum  binding  finishes  the  "battleship"  linoleum  in 
the  front  compartments  of  the  touring  cars — these,  and  other  little 
details,  have  all  been  observed. 

The  exterior  is  finished  in  a  beautiful  and  exclusive  gun-metal  gray,  put  on 
with  25  hand-applied  paint  and  varnish  operations. 

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Penetang  (Ontario;  Child,  Once   so  Thin  and 
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MRS.  JARVIS,  BOX  286,  PENE- 
TANC,  P.O.,  ONTARIO,  says:  "It 
is  a  pleasure  'to 
write  and  tell  you 
what  Dr.  Cassell's 
Tablets  have  done 
for  my  baby.  When 
only  five  months 
old  he  was  taken 
ill.  I  had  medical 
advice  for  him,  and 
was  told  he  had 
colic,  for  which  he 
was  treated,  but  he 
did  not  get  any  bet-' 
ter,  only  worse.  I 
tried  several  special 
foods,  but  none  of 
them  would  stay  on 
his  stomach,  and  he 
became  so  thin  that 
he  seemed  just  skin  and  bone.  He 
only  weighed  ten  pounds.     We  never 


thought  poor  baby  could  live,  but  one 

day  I  chanced  to  hear  of  a  baby's  case 
almost  like  mine, 
that  had  been  cured 
by  Dr.  Cassell's 
Tablets,  so  I  got 
some  for  my  baliy, 
and  I  am  thankful 
I  did.  After  a  tew 
doses  the  nervous 
jumps  he  had  suf- 
fered from  stopped, 
and  s'oon  he  was 
almost  well.  I  have 
given  him  the  Tab- 
lets during  teething, 
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are,  by  the  order  of  Providence,  to  be  allowed 
to  develop  to  their  fullest  the  special  gifts  and 
qualities  which  nature  has  i)estowed  upon 
them.  The  duty  of  the  strong  is  to  secure  to 
the  weak  the  opportunity  and  liberty  for  such 
development.  Such  a  message  is  not  a  mes- 
sage for  the  Central  Powers  but  for  the  Al- 
lies, who  seek  to  restore  to  Serbia,  Monten- 
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being,  and  political  peace. 

Such  is  Dante's  message  to  the  nations  of 
to-day. 

But  Dante's  message  goes  deeper  than  this. 
He  realizes — what  political  theorists  fail  to 
realize — that  the  secret  of  human  happiness 
lies  in  man  himself.  The  key  which  was 
needed  to  liberate  Christian  from  the  Castle 
of  Despair  was  in  his  own  bosom.  All  true 
thinkers  are  at  one  in  this,  that  the  root  of 
evil  lies  not  in  things  external  but  in  man 
himself.  "Happiness,"  said  a  modern  Italian, 
"is  not  in  things:  it  lies  in  moral  healthful- 
ness." 

"No  created  being,"  Dante  writes,  "is  a 
final  goal  in  the  intention  of  the  Creator; 
but  is  rather  the  proper  function  for  the 
achieving  that  goal."  We  are  made  not  as 
ends  in  ourselves,  but  as  powers  to  accomplish 
aome  end.  We  are  hot  here  for  self  l^ut  for 
service. 

But  how,  to  fit  ourselves  for  service? 
Dante's  answer  would  be,  I  think,  by  achiev- 
ing freedom.  Freedom  is  our  when  our  capa- 
cities and  powers  are  made  available  under 
our  own  direction  for  the  fulfilment  of  our 
function,  duty  or  destiny. 

The  first  principle  of  freedom  is  freedom 
of  choice.  But  Dante  is  not  so  foolish  as  to 
include  the  idea  that  every  man's  freedom 
consists  in  choosing  what  he  likes.  I  can 
imagine  Dante's  scornful  denunciations  of  the 
man  who  was  led  by  his  likes  or  dislikes.  Men, 
he  says,  get  as  far  as  saying  that  free  choice 
is  free  judgment,  and  herein  he  admits  that 
they  say  truth;  but  he  urges  that  they  should 
go  further  and  understand  the  significance 
and  value  of  what  they  say  and  what  he  ad- 
mits is  true. 

For  if  freedom  of  choice  is  free  judgment, 
we  need  to  understand  what  we  mean  by  judg- 
ment. Judgment  clearly  means  a  decision 
between  two  litigants  or  competitors.  There 
is  no  judgment  where  there  is  no  weighing 
of  rival  claims.  In  human  experience  we  are 
often  called  to  exercise  our  judgment  between 
the  counsels  of  mind  or  thought  and  the  plead- 
ings of  desire.  Hence  Dante  calls  judgment 
the  link  (ought  we  not  to  say  the  judge  or 
umpire?)  between  apprehension  and  appetite. 

"If  the  judgment  sets  the  appetite  in  mo- 
tion, then  it  is  free;  but  if  the  judgment  is 
moved  by  the  appetite,  it  cannot  be  free,  for 
it  does  not  move  of  itself,  but  is  drawn  captive 
by  another."  In  other  words,  if  we  are 
swayed  by  desire,  our  judgment  has  really 
not  acted  in  the  case:  it  is  only  when  our 
judgment,  having  weighed  and  considered  the 
question,  after  having  understood  or  appre- 
hended it  in  all  its  bearings  has  come  to  a  de- 
cision, that  we  can  be  said  to  be  acting  as  free 
men.  Briefly,  we  may  be  slaves  of  appetite  or 
desire  or  likes  or  dislikes;  and  it  is  the  part 
of  wise  men  to  realize  that  in  the  order  of 
God  we  are  called  to  develop  harmoniously 
all  our  powers,  and,  therefore,  to  give  its 
fitting  place  to  thought  and  its  true  throne  to 
judgment.  "Brutes,"  Dante  says,  "cannot 
have  free  judgment  because  their  judgments 
are  always  anticipated  by  their  appetites." 
Your  little  dog  takes  greedily  whatever  dainty 
is  given  to  it.  You  may  talk  to  it  and  give  it 
the  sagest  and  soundest  advice:  you  may 
point  out  with  vivid  exactness  the  evil  effects 
of  greediness  indulged;  but  its  little  eyes  are 
fixed  with  determined  desire  on  the  dainty 
morsel  in  your  hand:  he  will  ignore  your  wise 
counsels  and  swallow  the  morsel  with  avidity 
and  turn  innocent  and  expectant  eyes  to  you, 
waiting  for  more.  Truly,  Dante  is  right:  ap- 
petite anticipates  judgment  in  such  a  case. 
Your  freedom  as  a  human  being  is  only  true 
freedom  when  desire  is  subordinate  to  judg- 
ment. 

This  power  of  judgment  to  set  passion  or 
appetite  in  its  proper  place  must  inevitably 
contribute  to  the  building  up  of  character  in 
its  true  proportion.  In  this  true  proportion 
freedom  is  found;  for  then  only  we  are  at 
liberty  when  all  our  members,  powers,  and 
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operation  their  share  to  the  main  end  and 
work  of  life.  Freedom  is  ability  to  use  power 
as  need  or  duty  may  require.  In  this  happy 
proportion  of  duly  subordinated  and  co- 
operating powers  there  will  be  found  what 
Dante  would  call  nobility. 

Nobility  is  a  fine  word  if  we  understand  its 
full  significance.  Nobility,  according  to  Dante, 
is  perfection  according  to  nature:  it  is  a  per- 
fection which  is  reached  in  the  full  and  free 
development  of  all  our  powers  and  qualities 
within  the  limits  of  our  nature.  His  illustra- 
tion is  simple:  the  circle  is  a  noble  circle  if  it 
is  a  perfect  circle;  but  the  circle  which  is 
egg-shaped  loses  the  quality  of  its  nature:  it 
is  not  a  true  circle:  it  is  not  "noble"  of  its 
kind,  but  a  perfect  circle  possesses  a  kind  of 
"nobility"  because  it  is  true  to  itself:  it  is 
complete  and  also  true:  there  is  no  deviation 
from  its  type  or  pattern  form. 

This  nobility  is  a  greater  thing — larger  in 
thought — than  virtue.  Nobility  is  like  the 
heavens  in  which  virtues  like  stars  may 
shine.  "For  truly  it  is  a  heaven  wherein 
many  stars  do  shine;  there  shine  the  intel- 
lectual and  moral  virtues:  there  shine  the 
good  dispositions  bestowed  by  nature — that  is, 
piety  and  religion  and  the  laudable  passions, 
such  as  shame  and  compassion  and  many 
others:  there  shine  the  good  gifts  of  the  body 
— that  is,  beauty,  strength,  and  almost  per- 
petual health."  Nobility  is  thus  a  perfection 
of  nature  and  according  to  nature.  It  is  not 
a  quality  inherent  in  a  race.  A  man  may  be 
proud  of  his  race,  but  this  pride  of  race  does 
not  make  him  noble:  the  inheritance  of  a 
noble  name  does  not  confer  of  itself  true  no- 
bility. "Let  not  the  Uberti  of  Florence  or  the 
Visconti  of  Milan  say:  'Because  I  am  of  such 
a  family  I  am  noble'";  for  the  divine  seed 
does  not  fall  upon  a  family,  that  is  a  race, 
but  upon  individuals,  and  (as  shall  be  proved 
hereafter)  the  race  does  not  ennoble  the  in- 
dividual but  the  individuals  ennoble  the  race. 
Dante  would  subscribe  to  the  verdict  of  the 
late  Duke  of  Argyll,  when  in  his  poem  of 
Guido  and  Lita  he  said: 

"Noble   names,   if   nobly   worn. 
Live  within  a  nation's  heart." 

The  truth  is  that  in  the  great  heroic  souls — 
in  Drake  and  Nelson — in  Wellington,  and 
Lawrence  and  Outram,  and  in  the  lonely,  un- 
heeded Prophet  Warrior  of  our  own  day.  Lord 
Roberts — we  read  the  fine  features  of  char- 
acter, courage,  self-restraint  and  self-sacrifice 
which  are  possible  to  all  of  us;  we  all  feel 
called  and  lifted  to  a  higher  level  of  aspira- 
tion and  life  by  them:  we  are  ennobled  in 
them.  Names  like  these  give  the  patent  of 
nobility  to  the  race  that  bore  them.  They  call 
out  in  us  the  longing  for  qualities  in  which 
we  may  resemble  them:  their  nobility  con- 
sisted in  the  fulness  with  which  they  used 
and  actualized  the  powers  of  nature.  Their 
lives  are  a  perpetual  challenge  to  us. 

But  in  Dante's  view  it  is  more  than  such  a 
human  challenge.  He,  after  his  fashion,  sees 
God  in  all  things,  and  realizes  that  every  good 
and  perfect  gift  is  from  above:  in  the  gift  of 
this  good  and  admirable  seed  to  men  he  sees 
man,  though  lower  than  the  angels,  crowned 
with  glory  and  honor,  yes,  in  the  possession 
of  these  powers  he  sees  man  touching  ranges 
of  life  and  being  which  are  not  open  to  angels. 
And  then,  with  that  practical  wisdom  which 
meets  us  so  often  in  Dante's  works,  he  presses 
home  the  conclusion  of  the  matter,  and  urges 
the  duty  of  cultivating  the  habits  which  may 
serve  to  establish  and  invigorate  the  yearn- 
ings and  capacities  from  which  the  noble  per- 
fection of  life  may  spring.  God  the  giver 
sows  the  seed  of  good;  it  rests  with  man  to 
prepare  the  ground  and  to  cultivate  the  seed. 

Therefore  St.  Augustine  holds  (and  also 
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mind,  and  spirit:  nothing  exists  in  this  world 
except  for  some  purpose,  and  it  is  man's  high 
duty  to  make  himself  fit  for  the  fulfilment  of 
the  high  purpose  of  righteousness;  but  the 
highest  fulfilment  of  the  Divine  purpose  is 
that  which  can  be  achieved  not  by  any  indi- 
vidual, nor  even  by  any  small  group  of  men, 
but  only  by  the  human  race  as  a  whole,  work- 
ing together  with  co-operative  zeal  towards 
one  great  end,  and  animated  by  one  ennobling 
spirit. 

It  is  the  intention  of  God  that  every  created 
thing  should  present  the  divine  likeness  in  so 
far  as  its  proper  nature  is  capable  of  receiv- 
ing it.  Wherefore  it  is  said,  "Let  us  make 
man  after  our  image  and  likeness.    .    .    ." 

But  the  full  divine  resemblance  is  to  be 
found  rather  on  the  race  than  in  the  indivi- 
dual. 

The  human  race  is  the  Son  of  Heaven  .  . 
and  best  disposed  when  it  follows  the  track  of 
heaven  in  so  far  as  its  proper  nature  allows. 
Dante  dreamed  that  an  earthly  prince,  the 
garden  of  whose  government  should  be  Italy 
and  not  Germany,  and  the  centre  of  whose 
rule  should  be  Rome  and  certainly  not  Berlin, 
might  be  found  under  whose  rule  high  ideals 
might  prevail,  and  of  which  love  might  be  the 
animating  spirit;  but  neither  in  this  mountain 
nor  in  any  earthly  city  will  such  a  spotless 
and  successful  government  be  found.  The 
unity  of  the  race  in  happy  co-operative  ser- 
vice will  never  come  by  external  pressure  nor 
by  any  organization,  whether  political  or  ec- 
clesiastical: the  unity  must  be  one  of  the 
spirit,  springing  up  within  and  enabling  man- 
kind to  find  those  secret,  sweet  and  strong 
bonds  of  union  which  are  independent  of 
outward   form. 

Great  Britain  has  come  nearer  the  realiza- 
tion of  Dante's  dream  than  any  Roman  or 
Continental  Europe  ever  reached;  for  she, 
without  external  pressure,  by  modest  claims, 
by  the  promotion  of  common  interests  and, 
above  all,  by  the  inspiration  of  a  common  love, 
has  welded  together  an  Empire  greater  and 
more  complex  than  any  Caesar  ruled.  And  in 
the  great  contest  which  is  now  going  forward 
there  will  be  put  to  the  test  the  rival  methods 
of  stern  discipline  and  of  ready  and  willing 
patriotism,  of  institutions  governed  by  auth- 
ority and  of  those  free  institutions  which  have 
grown  from  the  heart  of  the  people.  It  is  a 
conflict  between  authority  from  without  and 
loyalty  from  within.  Law  makes  nothing 
perfect,  but  love  fulfils  the  law.  I  have  no 
doubt  that  the  strength  which  comes  from 
love  will  outlast  the  strength  which  comes 
from  disciplinary  laws;  and  I  think  that" 
Dante,  whose  mind  looked  for  the  outworking 
of  hidden  principles,  who  saw  that  "will"  was 
God's  greatest  gift  to  man,  and  liberty  his 
his  prerogative,  would  see  hope  for  the  world 
not  in  the  hard  imperialism  of  Germany,  but 
in  the  freedom-loving  imperialism  of  the  Bri- 
tish Empire;  and  would  rejoice  to  see  his  Italy 
fighting  in  the  cause  of  freedom  against  the 
barbarian  tyranny  of  Berlin. 


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Of  the  wealth  in  the  diamond  area  the  Journal 
says: — 

But  the  richest  and  by  far  the  most  import- 
ant mineral  discovery  so  far  made  in  South- 
West  Africa  is  that  of  diamonds.  Until  the 
year  1908,  although  there  had  been  rumors  of 
these  precious  stones  in  various  parts  of  the 
territory,  and  desultory  explorations  had  been 
carried  on,  no  actual  discovery  had  been  made. 
The  first  find  was  not  quite  so  romantic  in 
character  as  that  of  the  first  Cape  diamond, 
which  was  picked  out  in  the  year  1867  by  a 
wandering  trader  and  hunter  named  O'Reilly 
from  among  a  handful  of  pretty  colored 
pebbles  spread  on  the  rough  table  of  a  Boer 
farmhouse.  These  pebbles  had  once  been  the 
olaythings  of  a  bushman's  child  on  the  Orange 
River,  and  had  been  taken  over  as  toys  by  the 
Dutchman's   children. 

The  northern  parts  of  the  field  have  hither- 
to not  been  so  successful  as  those  farther 
south,  and  under  German  rule  the  heavy 
Government  taxation — one-third  per  cent,  of 
the  proceeds  of  sale,  plus  regie  and  other 
profits — proved  an  almost  impossible  handi- 
cap. On  the  other  hand,  water  is  somewhat 
more  abundant,  and  under  the  rule  of  the 
Union  Government  of  South  Africa  it  will 
probably  be  found  that  these  fields  may  be 
made  payable  to  the  companies  or  individuals 
owning  them.  The  water-supply  of  the 
southern  fields  may  be  described  as  originally 
nil,  for  the  country  is  sheer  desert,  with  al- 
most no  rainfall.  Wells  have  been  sunk, 
which  here  and  there  provide  a  brackish  liquid 
unfit  for  human  consumption,  but  just  drink- 
able by  animals.  For  drinking  purposes 
water  is  produced  from  condensers  on  the 
coast;  and  this  is  carried  in  carts  and  small 
tanks  borne  by  pack-animals  to  the  localities 
where  it  is  required.  At  the  Kolmanskop  field, 
where  twenty  million  pounds'  worth  of  dia- 
monds are  believed  to  be  now  "in  sight,"  sea- 
water  is  obtained  from  Elizabeth  Bay,  seven- 
teen miles  away;  and  here  a  big  pumping- 
station  has  been  set  up  for  the  purpose. 
Electricity  for  lighting  and  power  purposes 
is  supplied  from  Luderitzbucht,  or  was  before 
the  war,  to  various  mining  companies. 

The  diamonds  thus  far  have  been  chiefly 
found  in  a  deposit  of  sand  and  gravel,  varying 
in  depth  from  six  inches  to  fifteen  feet.  The 
raging  trade-winds  which  blow  periodically  in 
this  region  have  carried  the  smaller  and  light- 
er gems  to  the  sand-dunes,  characteristic  of 
Great  Naraaqualand;  but  the  heavier  stones 
and  a  layer  of  other  particles  are  often  left  in 
rich  pockets,  where  many  of  the  gems  may  be 
found  together.  As  a  rule  the  stones  are  much 
smaller  than  those  found  at  the  Kimberley 
and  Vaal  River  diggings,  going  some  six  or 
eight  to  the  carat;  but  some  large  stones  arc 
occasionally  found,  the  heaviest  yet  discover- 
ed attaining  thirty-four  and  seventeen  carats 
respectively.  They  run  in  all  colors — pure 
white,  yellow,  lemon,  pale  pink,  dark  red,  and 
even  in  bluish,  greenish,  and  blackish  tints. 
Of  a  parcel  of  one  thousand  five  hundred  and 
fifty-eight  diamonds,  however,  no  fewer  than 
eight  hundred  and  nineteen  were  clear  white, 
or  had  only  a  trifling  yellowish  tinge.  It  will 
be  remembered  that  very  many  of  the  Cape 
diamonds  are  characterized  by  this  pale-yellow 
tint.  These  precious  gems  are  found  among 
sand  and  gravel,  including  minute  fragments 
of  banded  agate,  red  garnet,  milky  quartz, 
yellow  chalcedony,  red  jasper,  white  felspar, 
epidote,  magnetite,  and  specular  iron,  often 
accompanied  by  particles  of  granite  and 
gneiss. 

The  diamonds  of  South-West  Africa  have  a 
character  of  their  own.  They  are  said  to  re- 
semble Brazilian  stones,  and  can  readily  be 
distinguished  by  experts  from  the  Kimberley 
and  Vaal  River  gems.  Not  long  since  some 
natives  produced  in  Cape  Colony  certain  small 
diamonds  which  they  pretended  to  have  found 
in  the  Vaal  River  alluvial  diggings.  But  the 
experts  detected  them  at  once.  They  were  not 
Vaal  River  stones,  but  had  been  stolen  in 
German  South-West  Africa.  The  puzzle 
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forbidding  sand  deserts  in  which  they  are 
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and  dismissing  various  theories,  states  his 
belief  that  they  are  derived  from  a  primary 
deposit  or  primary  deposits  which  now  lie 
buried  in  the  sea  somewhere  off  Pomona,  one 
of  the  principal  fields,  where  the  heaviest 
stones  are  found.  Dr.  Marloth  states  that  ■ 
among  the  prospectors  "the  belief  is  quite 
common  that  Pomona  diamonds  came  from 
some  volcanic  fissures  that  occurred  there." 
Another  authority,  Dr.  Versfeld,  believes  that 
the  diamond-bearing  gravel  is  not  of  marine 
origin,  but  debris  from  diamond  "pipes," 
which  has  been  concentrated  by  strong  winds, 
and  that  the  stones  may  have  been  thus  trans- 
ported hundreds  of  miles.  He  is  of  opinion 
that  the  ^discovery  of  diamond-bearing  pipes 
"much  nearer  to  the  Luderitzbucht  deposits 
than  those  at  present  known  seems  well  with- 
in the  bounds  of  probability."  It  is  worth 
stating  that  "pipes"  and  dikes  resembling  the 
Kimberleyformations  have  been  discovered  in 
the  Keetmanshoop,  Gibeon,  and  Bethany  dis- 
tricts, much  farther  east  of  the  new  fields; 
but  these,  singularly  enough,  contain  no  dia- 
monds. 

How  valuable  the  diamond  industry  of 
South-West  Africa  is  to  the  Union  of  South 
Africa  may  be  gauged  by  the  following 
figures: 

DIAMONDS  PRODUCED  IN  SOUTH-WEST  AFRICA. 

Value 
Carats.        Value.        per  carat. 

1908     39,762     £      53,842     27s.  Id. 

1909  519,190  704,123  29s.  0.5d. 

1910  792,642  1,015,779  25s.  7d. 

1911  766,465  968,418  25s.  3.1d. 

1912  992,380  1,408,738  28s.  4.7d. 

1913    1,470,000       2,953,500     40s.  1.9d. 

Total   .  .4,580,439     £7,104,400 

These  figures  are  from  Dr.  Wagner's  The 
Diamond-Mines  of  Southern  Africa,  and  they 
are  worth  pondering. 

In  1911  the  total  value  of  the  diamond  out- 
put in  the  Union  of  South  African  territories 
was  eight  million  seven  hundred  and  forty- 
six  thousand  seven  hundred  and  twenty-four 
pounds;  in  1912,  ten  million  sixty-one  thou- 
sand four  hundred  and  eighty-nine  pounds; 
and  in  1913,  eleven  million  three  hundred 
and  eighty-nine  thousand  eight  hundred  and 
seven  pounds.  These  mines  have  been  estab- 
lished and  at  work  some  forty  years;  and  the 
output  of  South-West  Africa  for  1913,  close 
on  three  million  pounds,  after  a  mining  life 
of  five  brief  years  only,  makes  by  comparison 
quite  a  formidable  showing.  Some  very  won- 
derful dividends  have  been  paid  by  German 
mining  companies  on  these  fields.  Thus  in 
1912  the  Koloniale  Bergbaugeselleschaft  paid 
its  shareholders  3800  per  cent.;  in  1911  the 
dividend  was  2500  per  cent.  In  1913  the  Pom- 
ona Company  paid  a  dividend  of  175  per  cent. 
The  German  Government,  by  taxation,  dia- 
mant  regie,  and  in  other  ways,  derived  very 
large  profits  from  this  industry;  and  it  may 
be  expected,  therefore,  that  as  the  mines 
develop  the  Union  of  South  Africa  will  prove 
to  have  done  a  magnificent  stroke  of  business 
in  the  acquisition  of  these  fields  alone,  as  a 
result  of  General  Botha's  remarkable  con- 
quest. 


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51 


The  Re-discovery  of 
Persons 

Are  We  Rccoveriiifi  a  Forgotten  Standard 
of  Human  Values? 


IN  these  months  of  shock  and  upheaval,  we 
find  ourselves  groping  among  the  primi- 
tive instincts,  the  elemental  passions  and  loy- 
alties that  go  down  to  the  roots  of  man's  be- 
ing. We  are  recovering  a  forgotten  standard 
of  human  values  so  that  we  judge  and  discri- 
minate afresh  between  what  is  of  small  ac- 
count and  what  seriously  matters  in  the  end. 
Says  the  British  Weekly: — 

From   one   point  of  view  we  may  describe 
the  change  by  saying  that  we  have  begun  to 
realize  once  more  the  supremacy  of  persons 
over  things.     Through  our  sleek,  prosperous 
years  that  supremacy  was  lost  sight  of.     In 
a  world  where  faith  is  waning  we  always  have 
to  confess  that  "things  are  in  the  saddle  and 
ride  mankind."     But  now  amid  carnage  and 
ruin  a  new  dawn  of  faith  kindles  along  the 
sky.  and  in  its  sunrise  such  a  dreadful  inver- 
sion becomes  possible  no  longer.     The  result 
may  indeed  appear  paradoxical:   for  in  some 
respects   things   have    grown    more   dominant 
and   despotic   than   ever.      We  have  bent  our 
necks  to  the  yoke  of  organized  State  control 
in  a  fashion  none  of  us  ever  dreamed  of  be- 
fore.   We  are  being  governed  by  a  Committee 
of  Public  Safety.    England  is  fighting  for  her 
existence   in   a   war   wherein   machinery    and 
munitions   seem   all-important,   a   war   whose 
latest  product  is   such  monstrous  engines  as 
"tanks."     And  yet  we  have  entered  upon  a 
new   freedom,   because   our   spirits   are   being 
redeemed   from   the  tyranny  of  mere  things. 
Most  of  us,  for  example,  are  worse  off  to- 
day than  we  were  before  the  war,  and  we  ex- 
pect to  grow  still  poorer.     But  we  are  learn- 
ing afresh  that  a  man's  life  consisteth  not  in 
the  abundance  of  those  things  which  he  pos- 
scsseth — things  which,  as  they  multiply  gen- 
erally end  by  taking  possession  of  him.     We 
can  endure  the  spoiling  of  our  goods,  not  per- 
hiips  joyfully,  but  without  flinching,  if  there- 
by we  attain  man's  chief  good — which  is  that 
his   spirit   shall  be  quickened   so   that  he   be- 
comes more  abundantly  and  vitally  and  in- 
tensely alive.     For  generations  we  have  been 
attending    to    economic    results    and    leaving 
human  results  to  take  care  of  themselves.  But 
to-day  we  realize  that,  if  the  choice  must  be 
made,  we  ought  to  do  the  exact  opposite.    For 
we  are  beginning  to  understand   at  last   the 
burden   of  that  eloquent  prophet  whom   God 
sent   to   rebuke   England   for  her  worldliness 
and  secularity:  "There  is  no  wealth  but  Life 
— Life  including  all  its  powers  of  love,  of  joy, 
and  of  admiration.    That  country  is  the  rich- 
est which   nourishes   the  greatest  number  of 
noble  and  happy  human  beings."    Civilization, 
said  Baron  Liebig,  half  a  century  ago,  is  eco- 
nomy of   power,   and   English   power   is   coal. 
Civilization,  retorted  Ruskin,  is  the  making  of 
civil  persons.     "And  English  power  is  by  no 
means  coal,  but,   indeed,  of   that  which 
When  the  whole  world  turns  to  coal 
Then  chiefly  lives." 
The   same   principle   has   its   application    to 
thics  as  well  as  to  economics.    Nay,  it  enters 
nto  the  substance  and  fibre  of  ethics,  which 
;an  never  be  reduced  to  a  subject  of  abstract 
ipeculation.      Germany  may  admonish   us   on 
his   point: — "In   no   country    is    psychology 
nore    studied,    and    in    no   country   is   human 
lature  less  understood."    To-day  we  have  be- 
!un    to   revolt   against   the    tyranny   of   ab- 
tractions     and    to    take     refuge     once    more 
.mong    the    children    who    are    partakers    of 
l«sh  and  blood.    Three  years  ago  people  used 
O  argue  in  an  abstract  way  about  the  British 
avy;   to-day  we  all  talk  fondly  and  proudly 
f  "our  men  at  the  front."     That  change  is 
he  symbol  of  a  spiritual  conversion.     For  it 
!  the  one  grand  characteristic  of  Christian- 
as that  it  translates  into  personalities.  After 
1  is  said,  good  and  evil  are  only  names  un- 
|I8S  they  stand  for  personal  qualities.    Right 
ad  wrong  have  no  proper  moral  meaning  ex- 
spt  when  they  describe  the  relations  between 
lersons.    And  the  essence  of  immorality  lies 


The  Hours  We 
Don't  Forget 

The  Same  Good-Nights,  for  a  Hundred  Years, 
Will  be  Said   Over  Dishes  of  Puffed    Grains 

The  little  ones,  in  countless  homes,  will  to-night  float  Puffed  Grains  in 
their  bowls   of   milk. 

In  times  to  come,  thoir  children 's  children  will  do  the  same,  no  doubt.  For 
no  man  can  ever  make  from  wheat  or  rice  a  better  food  than  these. 

The  Pinnacle  Foods  Forever 

Hundreds  of  foods  have  been  made  from  these  grains.  But  Puffed  Grains 
mark  the  apex.    They  can  never  be  excelled. 

Prof.  Anderson's  process  takes  a  whole  wheat  or  rice,  and  makes  every 
atom  digestible.  Kvery  food  cell  is  exploded.  Every  granule  is  fitted  to  feed. 
No  one  can  ever  go  further. 

These  grains  are  sealed  in  guns.  For  an  hour  they  are  rolled  in  550 
degrees  of  heat.  The  moisture  in  each  food  cell  is  changed  to  steam.  The  guns 
.  are  shot  and  that  steam  explodes. 

There  occur  in  each  grain  a  hundred  million  explosions — one  for  every  food 
cell.  The  grains  are  pulled  to  eight  times  normal  size.  They  come  out  airy, 
(laky  bubbles,  as  you  see 

No  other  cooking  process  breaks  more  than  half  of  the  food  cells.  None 
can  ever  break  more.  So  these  must  forever  remain  the  sovereign  foods  pro- 
duced from  wheat  or  rice. 


Puffed 
Wheat 


Puffed 
Rice 


Each  1 5c  Except  in  Far  West 


Tliese  are  not  mere  morning  dainties.  They  are  all-day  foods.  Folks  use  them 
like  nuts  in  candy  making,  or  as  garnish  for  Ice  cream.  They  serve  them  as  wafers 
in  soup.  Between  meals  they  eat  them  dry.  And  no  other  morsels  are  so  Ideal  for 
serving  in   howls  of  milk.     Serve  one  each  day 

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VIYELLA 


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FLANNEL 

Winter  Designs  for  1917 

"F/>^//^"  can  be  obtained  at  all  lead- 
ing retail  stores. 

Stripes  !     Plain  Colours  !    and    Plaids  ! 

^'''Viyella'  is  specially  adapted  for 
Women's  Waists  and  Children's  School 
Dresses. 

^''Viyella'  Shirts  and  Pyjamas  are  sold 
by  the  leading  men's  furnishers. 

Avoid  Imitations 

"Viyella"  is  stamped  on  the    selvedge    every   2^    yards. 

DOES   NOT   SHRINK 


Yes!  This  is  Right 

I  can  always  tell 

FEARMAN'S  STAR  BRAND 

BREAKFAST    BACON 

by  the  package.  It  is  so  appetizing  that  I  always  like 
to  have  a  good  supply  of  it.  We  all  enjoy  it  so  much 
for  breakfast.  FEARMAN'S  is  sugar  cured  under  the 
most  favorable  conditions.  It  is  selected  from  the 
best  stock,  and  cured  by  experts.  Its  delicious,  satis- 
fying flavor  adds  zest  to  the  morning  meal. 

Whtn    ord^rlne   Baton,     atk    jpur  groctr    for   . 
Fearman^s  Srtaifast  Bacon.    It  will  fleast  you:' ■ 

F.    W.    FEARMAN    CO.,    LIMITED 
HAMILTON,  ONTARIO 


in  treating  a  living  person  as  if  he  were  no 
better  than  a  thing.  Slavery  is  hateful  be- 
cause it  involves  dealing  with  human  beings 
as  though  they  were  chattels.  We  do  despite 
to  God  when  we  take  a  fellow-creature,  made 
in  God's  image,  and  turn  that  fellow-creature 
into  the  mere  instrument  of  our  own  profit 
or  our  own  self-indulgence.  It  is  a  deadly 
sin  thus  to  despise  the  least  of  Christ's  little 
ones.  The  doom  of  Dives  turned  on  the  fact 
that  he  treated  Lazarus  as  beneath  his  notice, 
he  habitually  trampled  on  the  personal  claim 
of  one  poor,  hungry  wretch  who  lay  at  his 
door. 

To  a  Christian,  things  are  of  no  account 
compared  with  persons,  they  have  worth  only 
as  they  subserve  persons.  Our  religious  or- 
ganizations and  institutions  are  all  means  to 
an  end;  they  become  useless,  they  may  even 
become  harmful  and  poisonous,  unless  they 
minister  to  the  spirits  of  living  men.  Our 
theology  grows  vital  when  it  turns  away  from 
abstractions  and  goes  back  into  partnership 
with  flesh  and  blood.  It  may  also  be  said 
that  a  man's  Christianity  is  tested  by  the  way 
in  which  he  regards  faces  in  the  street. 
Browning's  biographer  has  described  how  the 
poet  looked  at  the  fellow  creatures  he  met. 
To  him  each  one  of  them  wore  some  expres- 
sion, some  blend  of  eternal  joy  and  eternal 
sorrow,  not  to  be  found  in  any  other  coun- 
tenance. He  was  hungrily  interested  in  all 
human  beings,  but  it  would  have  been  quite 
impossible  to  say  of  Browning  that  he  loved 
humanity.  He  did  not  love  humanity,  but 
men.  His  sense  of  the  difference  between  one 
man  and  another  would  have  made  the  idea 
of  melting  them  all  into  a  lump  called  hu- 
manity simply  loathsome  and  prosaic.  For 
Browning  "believed  that  to  every  man  that 
ever  lived  on  this  earth  has  been  given  a  de- 
finite and  peculiar  confidence  of  God."  Surely 
the  first  lesson  in  Christian  service  is  to 
learn  this  inexpressible  value  and  sacredness 
of  separate  souls.  A  true  saint,  who  enters 
into  Christ's  mind  and  heart,  comes  to  look 
unon  men  with  Christ's  eyes  and  to  think 
about  them  with  Christ's  thoughts,  and  to 
feel  for  them  with  something  of  Christ's  own 
passion,  and  to  estimate  them  according  to 
Christ's  judgment.  Under  the  baseness  and 
cruelty  and  corruption  of  human  nature  he 
discerns  in  each  individual  sinner  the  object 
of  the  Divine  solicitude,  the  Divine  sacrifice. 
The  love  of  Christ  constrains  him  to  recog- 
nise something  unspeakably  lovely  and  pre- 
cious in  every  single  person,  however  mean 
or  marred.  And  this  constraining,  consuming 
sense  of  the  infinite  beauty  and  value  of  hu- 
man souls  is  the  secret  which  can  sustain  the 
loneliest  missionary  and  inspire  the  humblest 
preacher  of  the  Gospel.  Throughout  the  his- 
tory of  the  Church  those  Christians  who  had 
power  to  seek  and  to  save  the  lost  have  been 
alike  in  this:  though  they  differed  in  methods 
and  in  doctrines,  they  have  all  been  baptised 
into  the  love  of  souls  for  Christ's  sake. 


The  Nation  and  the 
Individual 

A   Protest  Ac/ainst   the  Sacrifice  of 
Modern  Warfare. 


<(  'T*HE  willingness  of  men  to  die  in  strug- 
A  gles  that  effect  no  permanent  good,  and 
leave  no  contribution  to  civilization  makes  the 
tragedy  of  individual  life  pathetic.  The 
crime  of  the  nation  against  the  individual  is. 
not  that  it  demands  his  sacrifices  against  his 
will,  but  that  it  claims  a  life  of  eternal  signi- 
ficance for  ends  that  have  no  eternal  value.' 
This  is  the  theme  of  a  rather  stirring  article 
by  Reinhold  Niebuhr  in  the  Atlantic  Monthly,' 
which  we  quote  in  part  as  follows: 

The  incurable  optimists  who  feel  called  upon' 
to  find  a  saving  virtue  in  every  evil  and  in 
every  loss  a  compensation  have  been  comfort'- 
ing  the  world  since  the  outbreak  of  the  great 
war  with  the  assurance  that  the  nations  of 
Europe    would    arise    purified    and    ennobled 


M  AC  I.  KA  N  'S     .\I  Ad  A  Zl  N  K 


53 


from  the  ashes  of  the  war's  destruction.  It  is  I 
not  difficult  to  share  this  hope,  but  it  gives  us 
little  comfort  if  we  have  any  sense  of  propor- 
tion and  are  able  to  see  what  the  individual  is 
payinp  for  a  possible  ultimate  gain  to  the 
nations.  We  cannot  help  but  think  of  the 
thousands  of  graves  on  the  countryside  of 
Europe  that  are  mute  testimonies  to  the 
tragedy  of  individual  life  as  revealed  in  this 
war,  when  we  are  asked  to  accept  these  opti- 
mistic assurances.  The  heroes  and  victims 
will  not  arise  from  their  graves,  though  Eu- 
rope may  rise  from  its  destruction. 

This  war  presents  a  tragic  climax  to  a  pathe- 
tic history  of  individual  life  in  its  relation 
to  the  nation.  This  history  is  a  pathetic  one 
because  the  individual  has  held  a  pitiful  place 
in  society  from  the  very  beginning.  The  race 
has  never  had  an  adequate  apprec>aion  of 
his  unloue  worth,  and  has  always  been  too 
ready  to  claim  his  loyalty  for  petty  ends.  In 
piiinitive  society  the  individual  owned  no  pro- 
perty that  the  tribe  could  not  claim,  and  he 
dared  no  action  that  its  customs  did  not  sanc- 
tion. His  life  was  valuable  only  in  so  far  as 
it  could  be  used  to  realize  tribal  and  national 
ambitions.  Since  primitive  society  lacked 
the  direction  of  public  opinion,  these  ambi- 
tions were  dictated  by  the  caprice  of  the 
rulers.  Whether  the  ruler  was  a  tribal  chief- 
tain, racial  king,  builder  of  empires,  or  feudal 
lord,  he  sacrificed  the  individual's  life  in  any 
venture  or  adventure  to  which  he  was  prompt- 
ed by  his  jealousy  or  avarice,  his  pride  or  pas- 
sion. Xo  cause  was  too  petty  to  be  advanced 
by  blood;  no  price  in  human  values  too  high 
to  be  paid  for  its  advancement.  History  is 
not  lacking  in  national  ventures  that  can  be 
morally  justified,  but  on  the  whole  it  presents 
a  dismal  succession  of  petty  jealousies,  often 
more  personal  than  national,  of  cheap  ambi- 
tion and  unrighteous  pride,  all  of  which  claim- 
ed the  individual  as  a  victim. 

To  this  history  of  individual  life  this  war 
is  a  tragic  climax,  because  it  convinces  us  that 
the  forces  of  history  have  not  favored  in- 
dividual life  as  much  as  we  thought.  Before 
the  war  there  was  a  general  tendency  to  re- 
gard the  moral  weaknesses  and  injustices  of 
nationalism  as  relics  of  primitive  days  which 
the  forces  of  modern  civilization  were  gradu- 
ally overcoming  and  eliminating.  But  the 
war  has  taught  us  that  the  nationalism  of  to- 
day is  distinctly  modern  in  some  of  its  aspects, 
in  its  faults  as  well  as  in  its  virtues. 

To  begin  with,  the  nation  has  never  been  so 
powerful  as  it  is  now.  Two  forces  have  con- 
tributed to  its  power.  One  is  the  rise  of  racial 
self-consciousness  which  began  with  the  fall 
of  the  Rbman  Empire,  or,  to  be  more  exact, 
with  the  disintegration  of  the  Empire  of 
Charlemagne.  The  development  of  nations 
upon  the  basis  of  racial  unity  proceeded 
slowly  during  the  Middle  Ages,  hampered  as 
it  was  by  the  power  of  feudal  lords  and  by 
the  custom  of  dividing  a  kingdom  among  all 
the  heirs  of  the  king.  Nevertheless,  racial 
solidarity  gradually  became  the  basis  of  poli- 
tical power.  Among  the  nations  of  to-day 
Germany  is  perhaps  the  best  example  of  na- 
tional power  based  on  racial  solidarity.  It  is 
not  an  empire  of  peoples,  and,  popular  opin- 
ion notwithstanding,  it  seems  not  to  cherish 
the  imperial  deal;  it  feels  that  its  power  is 
derived  from  the  intense  self-consciousness 
of  a  single  race.  That  is  more  or  less  true  of 
all  modern  nations,  although  most  of  them 
control  several  minor  races  without  absorbing 
them. 

The  other,  and  even  more  potent,  cause  of 
modern  nationalism  is  the  advance  of  democ- 
racy. There  is  a  peculiar  irony  in  this  fact. 
Democracy,  we  rejoiced  to  believe,  favored  the 
individual.  It  is  indeed  based  upon  a  greater 
appreciation  of  personal  and  individual  values, 
and  has  resulted  in  their  development.  But, 
although  it  may  have  espoused  the  cause  of 
the  individual,  it  has  strengthened  the  power 
of  the  race  with  even  greater  success.  The 
democratic  tendencies  of  modern  history  have 
done  more  to  free  the  race  from  the  tyranny 
and  caprice  of  its  rulers  than  to  free  the  in- 
dividual from  exploitation  by  the  face.  They 
have  taken  the  supreme  power  of  history  out 
of  the  hands  of  the  few  and  lodged  it  with  the 
many,  but  they  have  done  less  to  secure  the 
liberty  of  the  one  against  the  power  of  the 
many.  Democracy  has  trodden  in  the  paths 
of  constitutionalism,  and  constitutionalism 
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established  upon  law  and  deriving  its  power 
from  the  people  is  naturally  more  stable  than 
were  the  governments  that  lived  by  the  power 
and  fell  with  the  weakness  of  individual 
rulers.  Its  power  to  exploit  the  individual  is 
correspondingly  enhanced. 

The  accumulation  of  national  debts  is  a 
striking  example  of  this  development.  Primi- 
tive states  would  not  have  dared  to  make  un- 
born generations  responsible  for  stupendous 
national  debts  in  the  making  of  which  they 
had  no  part.  They  refrained  from  this  policy 
of  modern  states,  not  because  they  possessed 
less  power.  They  lacked  the  credit  to  amass 
large  debts.  When  constitutions  did  not  fix 
the  order  and  mode  of  succession,  kings  could 
not  guarantee  the  payment  of  debts  by  theii 
successors  and,  therefore,  quit  fighting  when 
their  exchequer  was  empty.  The  enormous 
national  debts  of  to-day  are  obviously  by- 
products of  constitutionalism.  The  stability 
of  modern  governments  is  making  the  nation 
more  powerful  than  it  has  ever  been  in  his- 
tory. There  was  a  time  when  other  communi- 
ties disputed  the  nation's  claim  to  the  loyalty 
of  the  individual.  In  the  Middle  Ages  the 
church,  the  empire,  and  the  fief  competed  with 
the  nation  for  supremacy;  and  in  more  re- 
cent times  the  class  tried  to  establish  itself 
as  the  ultimate  community.  But  when  this 
war  broke  out,  class  consciousness,  so  care- 
fully nurtured  before  the  war,  was  impotent 
before  the  passion  of  patriotism  and  the  su- 
perior organization  of  the  nation.  The  ruth- 
less manner  in  which  the  belligerent  nations 
have  been  able  to  suppress  opinions  that  dif- 
fered from  the  national  policy,  arouses  the 
suspicion  that  the  latter  is  a  more  potent  fac- 
tor in   modern  nationalism  than   the  former. 

The  possession  of  power  does  not  necessar- 
ily imply  its  unrighteous  or  oppressive  use, 
although  it  generally  awakes  suspicion.  We 
have  no  right  to  assume,  therefore,  that  the 
nation  is  oppressing  the  individual  because 
it  is  powerful  enough  to  do  so.  However,  if  a 
strong  nationalism  is  not  in  itself  oppressive 
of  individual  life,  certain  conditions  of  con- 
temporary civilization  seem  to  have  conspired 
to  make  it  so.  One  of  these  is  the  develop- 
ment of  individual  life  and  personal  values. 
The  individual  soul  stands  for  more  than  it 
once  did,  both  in  its  own  eyes  and  in  the 
esteem  of  its  fellows.  The  German  scientist 
Haeckel  contended  in  a  recent  article  on  the 
war  that  his  nation  was  bringing  greater  sac- 
rifices than  any  other  belligerent  because  the 
nersonal  life-value  of  the  German  soldier  was 
higher  than  that  of  the  black  and  yellow 
fighters  in  the  ranks  of  the  Allies.  This 
'■laim  is  based  upon  a  significant  truth,  though 
Haeckel's  partisan  application  of  it  is  rather 
far-fetched.  Civilization  has  increased  the 
value  of  the  individual  soul.  More  and  more 
man  emerges  from  the  mass  and  takes  a  dis- 
tinctive place  among  his  fellows.  Education 
has  given  him  the  independence  of  his  own 
opinions.  His  Christian  faith  has  made  his 
happiness  the  very  goal  of  history  and  his 
destiny  independent  of  the  future  of  his  race. 
Science  has  tamed  the  hostility  of  his  bitterest 
enemy,  nature.  Nature  has  always  favored 
the  race  against  the  individual. 

So  careful  of  the  type  she  seems. 
So  careless  of  the  single  life. 

But  the  ingenuity  of  man  has  bent  many 
of  her  forces  to  his  own  uses.  All  of  these 
factors  have  given  the  single  life  a  higher 
value  and  a  more  unique  worth.  When  a  na- 
tion demands  these  lives  it  is  asking  for 
greater  sacrifices  and  is  inflicting  more  acute 
pains  and  agonies  than  did  the  primitive  state- 
when  it  summoned  its  men.  The  artisans 
and  professional  men,  the  business  men  and 
thinkers  who  are  manning  the  trenches  of 
Europe  and  whose  blood  is  drenching  its 
battlefields,  mean  more  or  meant  more  to  their 
friends,  stood  for  more  in  their  communities, 
and  added  more  to  the  sum  total  of  human 
values  than  the  soldiers  of  ancient  armies  who 
could  follow  the  standards  of  their  leaders  and 
espouse  their  country's  cause  without  forsak- 
ing any  particular  task  or  abandoning  any 
distinctive  place  in  their  community.  Were 
modern  nationalism  no  stronger  than  of  old. 
this  development  of  perat-nal  values  would 
make  its  demands  upon  them  more  cruel  and 
painful. 

The  methods  of  modern  warfare  serve  to 
aggravate  the  pain  of  sacrificing  individual 
values  for  racial  ends.  In  the  face  of  the  de- 
velopment of  individual  life  modern  warfare 


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demands  an  unprecedented  suppression  of 
individuality  and  sacrifice  of  personal  values. 
Modern  armies  still  need  men,  more  than  ever 
before,  bnt  the  very  qualities  that  make  their 
lives  worth  whil(»  in  civic  life  and  endow  their 
personalities  with  a  unique  distinction  arc 
least  needed  in  the  modern  army.  Both  the 
ascendancy  of  the  machine,  of  modern  artil- 
lery, in  warfare,  and  the  machine-like  char- 
acter of  the  army  itself  have  caused  this  state 
of  affairs. 

So  impersonal  is  the  modern  machinery  of 
war  that  not  even  the  individuality  of  its 
manipulators  stands  out  distinctly.  The 
greatest  war  of  all  history  has  produced  very 
few  heroes  and  great  personalities.  Courage 
is  still  an  asset  in  the  army  of  to-day,  but  not 
that  romantic  valor,  so  celebrated  in  ancient 
histories,  in  which  the  qualities  of  personal 
prowess  and  initiative  predominated.  The 
courage  that  is  needed  to-day  is  the  submis- 
sive courage  that  executes  strategical  plans 
without  understanding  them  and  obeys  com- 
mands without  fathoming  their  purpose. 
Thus  grimness  is  overshadowing  the  romance 
of  war,  and  machine-like  precision  has  become 
more  necessary  than  spectacular  heroism. 
This  is  the  reason  why  modern  warfare  is  so 
fruitful  of  mental  agony  as  well  as  of  physi- 
cal pain.  The  individual,  never  more  eager 
for  a  unique  distinction  among  his  fellows, 
has  never  been  more  completely  lost  in  the 
mass  than  in  the  modern  army. 

But  the  final  indictment  of  modern  nation- 
alism is  not  that  it  demands  such  great  sacri- 
fices. If  modern  warfare  did  nothing  more 
than  demand  greater  sacrifices  and  inflict 
more  cruel  pain  than  before,  it  might  be  en- 
dured. Mankind  has  not  outgrown  its  capa- 
city for  sacrifice  or  outlived  its  need  of  it. 
This  war  has  taught  us  that  prosperity  has 
not  made  men  as  flabby  and  complacent  as 
we  thought  it  had.  We  see  the  individual 
wronged  by  the  nations,  not  because  they  de- 
mand so  much  of  him,  but  because  they  de- 
mand so  much  to  so  little  purpose.  We  are 
grieved,  not  because  democracy  has  given  the 
nation  so  much  power,  but  because  it  has 
endowed  it  with  too  little  conscience.  Though 
democracy  may  have  freed  us  of  the  caprici- 
ous adventures  of  tyrants,  it  does  not  seem 
to  have  delivered  us  from  the  unrighteous 
pride  and  avarice  of  the  race.  This  does  not 
mean  that  the  moral  character  of  the  race  has 
not  developed  as  well  as  that  of  the  individual, 
but  the  former  does  not  seem  to  have  held  nace 
with  the  latter.  At  any  rate,  too  many  of  the 
purposes  involved  in  national  ambitions  and 
of  the  issues  involved  in  national  struggles 
are  of  a  kind  that  will  not  and  should  not  ap- 
peal to  the  conscience  of  the  individual,  if  he 
is  permitted  to  regard  them  sanely  and  is 
not  blinded  by  the  chauvinistic  passion  that 
national  crises  so  easily  unloose.  Man  is  not 
unwilling  to  make  sacrifices,  but  he  has  never 
longed  for  issues  that  will  hallow  his  sacri- 
fices and  make  them  worth  while. 

The  nations  of  to-day  are  hard  pressed  to 
meet  this  demand.  Perhaps  this  is  true, 
not  so  much  because  they  lack  conscience,  but 
because  conditions  over  which  they  have  no 
control  have  robbed  their  issues  of  their  ulti- 
mate character.  There  was  a  time  when  the 
nation  was  man's  ultimate  community  and  he 
had  no  higher  obligation  than  to  serve  its 
interests.  But  he  no  longer  lives  in  his  coun- 
try alone.  He  is  a  citizen  of  the  world.  He 
draws  his  spiritual  sustenance  from  all  the 
races.  Their  geniuses  instruct  him  in  their 
wisdom  and  their  moral  struggles  enrich  his 
spiritual  life.  All  humanity  serves  the  mod- 
ern man  and  puts  him  under  obligations  by 
that  service.  He  does  violence  to  his  con- 
science if  he  presses  the  interests  of  his  race 
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community  in  which  he  lives. 

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mands  the  sacrifices  of  its  citizens.  This, 
then,  is  the  stuff  that  modern  nationalism  is 
made  of,  at  least  in  so  far  as  it  is  manifested 
in  modern  warfare.  What  a  pitiful  thing  n 
is  that  the  Pomeranian  peasant  or  the  miner 
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struggle  that  is  to  determine  whether  future 
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merce ,  and  the  e.xploitation  of  undeveloped 
countries!  That  is  the  tragedy  of  modern 
nationalism — if  offers  the  modern  man,  with 
all  his  idealism  and  sensitive  moral  instincts, 
no  better  cause  to  hallow  his  sacrifices  than 
the  selfish  and  material  one  of  securing  his 
nation's    prosperity. 

It  is,  by  the  way,  a  sad  commentary  on 
contemporary  civilization  that  commercial 
competition  is  so  strongly  national.  We  try 
to  be  international  in  our  spiritual  interests, 
and  send  missionaries  to  other  lands  to  be- 
stow our  spiritual  possessions  on  other  na- 
tions; but  we  build  tariff  walls  and  develop 
national  commerce  at  the  risk  of  bloodshed,  in 
order  to  keep  our  material  possessions  strict- 
ly for  ourselves  and  if  possible  develop  a  pros- 
perity beyond  that  which  other  nations  enjoy. 

If  the  purposes  for  which  the  nation  claims 
the  sacrifices  of  its  citizpis  are  not  worthy 
ones,  the  question  arises  why  these  sacrifices 
are  still  so  successfully  demanded  and  so 
readily  made.  One  answer  is  that  the  nation 
is  still  powerful  enough  to  claim,  though  its 
purposes  are  not  always  great  enough  to  de- 
serve, the  individual's  sacrifices.  Another 
answer  is  that  the  average  man  is  not  able  to 
fathom  the  real  motives  that  underlie  national 
policies  and  cause  national  struggles.  But  the 
principal  reason  for  the  satisfaction  which 
the  modern  soldier  is  still  able  to  find  in  the 
sacrifices  he  makes,  is  that  in  times  of  war 
loyalty  and  courage  are  made  ultimate  virtues 
for  which  men  are  honored  without  regard  to 
the  ends  which  these  virtues  may  serve.  But 
by  peculiar  irony,  history  applies  other  stand- 
ards to  the  actions  of  men  than  those  of  the 
tribunals  of  contemporary  opinion.  It  sees 
many  men  as  fools  who  were  heroes  in  their 
own  time.  For  its  loyalty  is  not  an  end  in 
itself.  It  looks  to  the  ends  that  this  virtue 
may  serve.  That  is  the  reason  posterity  often 
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sketch  in  the  Contemporary  Review,  Cuthbert 
Spurling  sums  up  some  of  the  puzzling  traits 
of  the  British  characters  as  follows: — 

Our  critics  on  the  hearth  in  the  daily  press 
roundly  abuse  us  for  "not  taking  the  war 
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pelled to  admit  that  there  is  a  curiou.s  air  of 
detachment  and  frivolity  in  the  presence  of 
imminent  national  danger.  Our  enemies  foam 
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solemnity  they  consider  their  due.  Reading 
the  German  press,  one  would  draw  the  conclu- 
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cease  to  jeer  at  th«  "German  wireless  news," 
would  give  up  talking  of  the  war  in  terms  of 
sport,  would  frankly  confess  to  Germany  "you 
are  a  very  formidable  nation  and  have  done 
great  things,"  all  our  wickedness  and  hypo- 
crisy would  be  forgiven.  Germany  feels  her- 
self like  Thor  in  the  hall  of  the  giants.  She 
strains  her  muscles  and  performs  prodigious 
feats,  but  we  stand  round  laughing.  "All  the 
giants  laughed,  and  the  noise  of  their 
"laughing  was  loud  as  the  breaking  of  great 
waves  on  the  shore." 

Frenchmen,  whose  whole  sou!  is  in  the  war, 
come  over  here  and  find  us  eagerly  discussing 
Charlie  Chaplin  and  the  bubble  blown  by 
Professor  Dewar.  Our  rulers  find  it  neces- 
sary to  correct  these  impressions  by  im- 
porting small  bodies  ,of  delegates  from  the 
Allied  nations.  These  representative  men  are 
personally  conducted  on  a  tour  of  inspection. 
"A  visit  to  the  Grand  Fleet"  has  superseded 
"A  tour  round  the  Trossachs."  We  show  them 
our  munition  factories  instead  of  our  cathe- 
drals. 

All  through  our  history,  the  tale  has  been 
the  same.  Apparent  indifference,  disregard 
of  consequences,  absence  of  forethought  and 
organization — yet  grim  determination  in  the 
hours  of  trial.  "A  degenerate  people,  unable 
to  retain  what  was  won  by  its  gallant  ances- 
tors!" Such  has  been  the  cry  from  age  to  age, 
and  yet  it  has  retained  and  has  increased  its 
conquests.  "We  seem  to  have  conquered  half 
of  the  world  in  a  fit  of  absence  of  mind,"  says 
Professor  Seeley. 

Hence  our  reputation  for  hypocrisy.  John 
Bull,  the  next  door  neighbor  of  Herr  Hans,  is 
always  lamenting  the  weakness  of  his  defence 
against  burglars.  He  has  lost,  he  says,  "that 
alacrity  of  spirit  that  he  was  wont  to  have," 
his  limbs  are  feeble,  his  eye  is  dim.  His 
house  is  decaying;  it  is  open  to  every  bold  in- 
vader. Meanwhile  his  quarrels  with  his  wife 
and  his  sons  are  audible  to  every  ear.  "Ho! 
Ho!"  thinks  Hans.  "He  says  that,  docs  he; 
and  indeed  I  can  tell  the  signs  myself.  But 
how  rich  he  is,  how  undeservedly  rich  and 
clothed  with  the  spoils  of  half  the  world!  I 
will  fall  upon  him  suddenly  and  slay  him  and 
take  from  him  all  that  he  has.  'England  has 
everything  and  deserves  nothing,  Germany 
has  nothing  and  deserves  everything'."  But 
Hans  gets  no  further  than  the  threshold. 
John  Bull  exhibits  an  unexpected  vigour.  His 
wife  and  sons  fly  to  his  assistance.  Quarrels 
in  the  household  are  forgotten  in  the  pre- 
sence of  the  common  enemy.  So,  when  Hans 
is  thrown  out  at  length  and  retreats  growling 
and  discomfited,  he  proclaims  his  grievance 
to  the  w'orld.  "They  are  hypocrites,  these 
British;  they  tempted  me  on  to  my  ruin. 
Perfidious  Albion — to  pretend  to  be  so  weak 
and  prove  to  be  so   strong!" 

Yet  there  is  a  very  simple  solution  to  the 
apparent  inconsistencies  of  the  English  char- 
acter. England  is  the  Peter  Pan  of  the 
nations,  the  country  which  never  grew  up. 
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No  flags  were  flown  in  London  for  the  victory  I 
of  the  Marne.  A  battle  on  so  vast  a  scale  has 
not  the  touch  of  the  human  personal  element 
which  appeals  to  youth.  But  thousands  of 
citizens  thronged  the  bridges,  to  cheer  the 
plucky  little  Wandle  on  its  triumphal  pro- 
gress up  the  river.  Nelson,  not  Wellington,  is 
the  national  hero.  Was  not  Nelson  the  ideal 
hero  for  a  nation  of  boys?  His  empty  sleeve, 
his  telescope  to  his  blind  eye  his  signal  to  the 
Fleet  at  Trafalgar,  his  glorious  death  in  the 
hour  of  victory! 

The  Englishman's  weakness  is  his  lack  of 
foresight;  his  strength  lies  in  his  invincible 
optimism.  Both  defect  and  virtue  are  due  to 
his  boyish  character.  If  a  boy  fights,  will  he 
fight  solemnly  with  a  great  sense  of  respon- 
sibility, or  will  he  fight  joyously,  gaily,  as 
if  fighting  were  a  jest?  We  know  the  answer. 
Let  us  wonder  then  at  the  humor  of  the 
trenches,  at  the  soldier's  apparent  lightness 
of  heart,  at  his  grim  jokes  in  the  very  beard  of 
Goodman  Death. 

Sir  Thomas  More  was  a  great  Englishman, 
but  we  have  all  read  of  his  jokes  on  the  scaf- 
fold. "Scandalous  levity,"  is  the  cry  of  the 
unthinking.  Be  sure  it  was  not  so.  More  was 
typical  of  his  nation.  An  Englishman  finds 
it  difficult  to  put  into  words  the  deeper 
thoughts  of  man.  They  become  banal  and 
pompous  in  the  expression.  So  he  fell  back 
on  his  panoply  of  boyhood,  that  God-given 
boon  bestowed  on  nearly  every  Englishman, 
and  met  his  death  with  a  jest  on  his  lips. 

All  "human  boys"  are  collectors.  That  great 
boy.  John  Bull,  has  colleced  colonies.  It  is  his 
hobby,  and  circumstances  beyond  his  control 
are  always  adding  to  his  collection.  The  love 
of  exploration  and  the  search  for  hidden  trea- 
sure is  inherent  in  the  young.  The  English- 
man, fortune  natus,  retains  the  taste  to  an 
age  when  he  has  the  means  to  indulge  in  his 
propensity. 

"Never  was  isle  so  little,  never  was   sea  so 
lone; 
But,  over   the   sand   and   the   palm   tree   the 
English   flag  was  flown," 
says  Kipling.    And  again  in  the  same  poem: — 
"The  lean  white  bear  hath  seen  it  in  the  long, 
long  Arctic  night. 
The  musk  ox  knows  the  standard  that  flouts 
the  Northern  light." 
The  ubiquity  of  the   Britain  is  one   of  his 
chief  offences  to  a  certain  class  of  foreigner. 
Throughout  the  German  novel,  "His  English 
Wife,"  we  detect  an   undercurrent  of  bitter- 
ness  due    to    this   cause.      The    German    feels 
himself  a  provincial  in  the  presence  of  a  na- 
tion of  globe-trotters.     As  a  man  grows  old, 
he  develops  a  cat-like  affection  for  the  locality 
in  which  he  has  I'esided  for  some  years.     If 
he  can  be  induced  to  leave  at  all,  it  will  be  to 
remove  to  some  other  district  where  the  same 
conditions  prevail,  and  where  he  may  expect 
to  be  equally  comfortable.     He  will  not  give 
up  a  settled  for  an  unsettled  habitation.     A 
boy  has  no  such  prejudices.    He  prefers  a  tent 
in  the  garden  to  the  most  luxurious  of  sitting- 
rooms.     He  Is  ready  at  any  moment  to  aban- 
don   the   known   and   the   secure   in   favor   of 
adventure.     The  prospect  of  roughing  it  has 
no  terrors  for  him.     "The  emigrant  from  Ger- 
many and   the  emigrant  from   Great  Britain 
exhibit  the  same  differencts  of  temperament. 
The   German   cannot  be   induced   to   seek   his 
fortune  in  the  immature  German  colonies;  he 
will   rather  go   to   the   United   States,   to   the 
United  Kingdom,  or  to  some  well-established 
British  Colony.     He  will  hunt  for  quarters  of 
the  world  where  the  conventions  of  his  home 
life  do  not  apply.     The  English  soldier  whose 
prayer   was   'to   be   put   somewhere's   east   of 
Suez,   where    there   ain't    no    Ten    Command- 
ments," was  not  really  desirous  of  breaking 
the  rules  of  the  Decalogue.       His  sentiment 
was  the  same  as  that  of  the  small  boy  who,  to 
escape    the    constant   "don'ts"    of   his    elders, 
flees  him  to  some  deserted  waste  ground  where 
he  is  monarch  of  all  he  surveys.    Many  things 
have   gone   to   the   foundation   of   the   British 
Empire.      The   blood    of    innumerable    sailors 
and  soldiers,  the  wise   forethought  and   sage 
diplomacy  of  statesmen,  the  energy  of  traders 
in  search  of  new  markets,  the  enterprise  and 
vigour   of   youth.     But   the   spirit  "of  youth, 
above  all. 

The  Englishman  in  love  exhibits  all  the 
characteristics  of  the  hobbledehoy.  Just  as 
the  Scotchman,  according  to  popular  belief, 
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not  glib  in  his  love-making.  The  yokel  lovers 
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around  waists,  with  never  a  word  between 
them.  Lovers  of  a  different  class  are  depict- 
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of  intrigue,  every  man  neighing  after  his 
neighbor's  wife,  but  a  play  like  "Charley's 
Aunt."  based  on  the  practical  joke  of  an  un- 
dergraduate. We  may  push  the  argument  too 
far  if  we  claim  that  English  humor  is  that 
of  the  schoolroom — it  is  too  rich  and  varied 
for  that — but  some  forms  of  it,  and  those 
the  most  peculiar  and  characteristic,  have 
the  freshnes  and  originality  of  youth.  The 
humor  of  Lewis  Carroll  and  W.  S.  Gilbert  is 
so  racy  of  the  soil  that  special  words,  "Car- 
rollian,  Gilbertian,"  must  needs  be  coined  to 
describe  it.  "I  played  cricket  once  only,"  ob- 
.served  Lewis  Carroll  in  the  Senior  Common 
Room  at  Christ  Church,  "I  bowled.  The  im- 
pire  said  "that  if  the  ball  had  gone  for 
enough,  it  would  have  been  a  wide."  Most 
Englishmen  appreciated  the  savor  of  that 
remark,  but  I  doubt  whether  it  would  bear 
translation.  Would  "vice-versa"  have  gained 
its  enormous  success  had  it  been  first  pub- 
lished in  any  other  country  but  this? 

A  foreign  observer  is  reputed  to  have  said 
that  the  English  take  their  pleasures  sadly. 
Possibly  "sadly"  is  a  mistranslation  for  "seri- 
ously." If  so,  the  statement  is  illuminating. 
EnglishmeA  take  nothing  seriously  except 
their  pleasures.  Mark  that  bank  manager  of 
the  grizzling  locks;  why  sits  he  so  mumchancc 
at  his  meals?  Whence  comes  the  portentous 
gloom  that  overcasts  his  countenance?  Has 
some  enterprise  of  great  pith  and  moment 
turned  awry?  Are  the  pillars  of  Commerce 
rocking  at  their  foundation?  No;  the  city 
stands  where  it  did,  but  the  banker  has  not 
done  himself  justice  in  the  spring  handiean 
of  his  golf  club.  The  Cabinet,  we  are  told, 
keeps  no  minute  book;  but  every  club  in  this 
country  dealing  with  any  form  of  sport,  how- 
ever humble,  has  its  minute  book,  its  secre- 
tary, its  rules,  its  general  meeting,  its  com- 
mittees, and  its  sub-committees.  If  complaint 
is  sometimes  justly  made  against  the  House  of 
Commons  for  its  frivolity,  no  such  charge  can 
be  brought  against  our  meetings  for  purposes 
of  sport.  The  solemnity  and  deadly  serious- 
ness of  the  croquet  tournament  must  be  ex- 
perienced to  be  believed. 

Now  for  the  practical  application  of  the 
thesis.  You  cannot  put  old  heads  on  young 
shoulders.  A  nation  of  boys  can  never  be 
drilled  into  Wiseacres.  Every  day  a  por- 
tion of  the  press  scolds  us  because  we  will 
not  imitate  the  Germans  we  are  fighting. 
But,  with  that  sure  national  instinct  which 
has  saved  England  in  every  past  crisis  of  her 
history,  the  average  Englishman  holds  on  his 
way  deaf-eared  to  these  appeals.  He  will 
fight  in  his  own  way,  or  not  at  all.  He  covets 
nothing  of  the  German,  nor  his  Gott  nor  his 
Kaiser,  his  soldier  nor  his  sailor,  his  Kultur 
nor  anything  that  is  his. 

If  we  have  the  defects  of  boys,  have  we  not 
some  of  their  notives — their  uncanny  swift- 
ness in  detecting  insincerity,  their  hatred  of 
the  boaster?  The  charlatan  in  politics  has 
rarely  attained  to  supreme  office  in  this  coun- 
try. The  type  of  statesman  most  successful 
has  ever  been  the  man  who  sticks  sturdilv  to 
his  own  opinions,  refuses  to  flatter  his  fellow- 
countrymen,  and  pursues  his  duty  regardless 
of  abuse.  We  are  rather  suspicious  of  "bril- 
liant men."  Our  distaste  for  brag  and  coast- 
ing amounts  to  an  obsession;  it  has  even  an 
effect  on  our  words  of  encomium.  Our  great- 
est praise  for  an  achievement  is  the  expres- 
sion "not  half  bad,"  corrupted  by  the  vulgar 
into  "not  'alf."  If  we  say  of  a  man  that  his 
conduct  has  been  "pretty  decent."  we  feel  that 
we  have  erred  on  the  side  of  exaggeration. 
This  habit  of  mind  is  one  of  the  chief  stumb- 
ling-blocks to  the  foreign  observer.  A  nation, 
like  an  individual,  is  generally  taken  at  his 
own  (apparent)  estimation.  We  have.  In 
reality,  an  enormous  pride  in  our  race  and 
our  country,  but  because  our  pride  is  so  great 
we  are  careful  to  conceal  it.  "He  is  the  Ga- 
darene  swine,"  muttered  in  disgust  the  boys 
in  Kipling's  "Stalky  and  Co.,"  when  the  flam- 
boyant Member  of  Parliament  unfurled  the 
British  flag  on  the  platform,  and  waved  it 
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To  them  that  flag  "was  a  matter  shut  up, 
sacred  and  apart."  Stalky's  name  for  its 
would-be  exploiter  was  "a  jelly-bellied  flag- 
flapper." 

Our  reticence  misleads  both  friend  and  foe. 
The  great  German  plot  of  1914  was  complete 
in  every  detail  to  meet  every  event  the  Ger- 
man intelligence  thought  likely  to  occur.  But 
it  made  no  allowance  for  energy  and  enter- 
prise on  the  part  of  the  British  Empire.  That 
Great  Britain  would  raise  a  huge  arjny  and 
manufacture  enormous  supplies  of  munitions; 
that  hosts  of  armed  men  from  the  oversea 
dominions  of  the  Crown  would  flock  to  take 
part  in  the  defence  of  European  liberties — 
these  were  possibilities  not  foreseen.  That 
such  things  could  occur  would  have  been 
laughed  at  as  the  wildest  of  improbabilities. 
A  study  of  our  past  history  might  have  sug- 
gested caution.  But  every  generation  for- 
gets the  lessons  of  its  predecessors.  Now. 
in  the  midst  of  the  great  war,  we  find  the 
German  people  still  hoping  to  frighten  us  by 
Zeppelins  and  submarines,  still  buoyed  up  to 
expectations  that  we  shall  tire  of  the  struggle. 
It  is  rather  pathetic.  One  pictures  to  oneself 
"a  fat  old  man  of  forty"  (to  quote  from  a 
recent  speech  in  the  House  of  Commons)  en- 
gaged in  a  strenuous  race  with  a  youth  of 
eighteen,  uttering  guttural  threats  of  ven- 
geance as  he  runs,  and  fondly  imagining  that 
he  will  last  out  the  better.    . 


Canada,  United 

States   and    the 

Future 

Continued  from  page  32. 

vestors  not  to  buy  "unsecured"  foreign 
loans.  It  may  be  remarked  that  none 
of  the  Allied  loans  have  gone  down  on 
the  market  below  95  and  98.  German 
exchange  to-day  is  at  a  discount  of  almost 
40% — which  perhaps  explains  why  the 
Kaiser  has  turned  his  attention  to  fin- 
a'Tce.  It  may  be  added  that  the  Federal 
Reserve  Board  has  several  members 
avowedly  and  notoriously  pro-German  in 
sympathy.  There  was  nothing  for  the 
Morgans  to  do  but  withdraw  the  last 
loan.  The  effect  will  soon  be  seen  in  the 
slackening  of  expwrt  trade  from  these 
shores. 

From  all  of  which  it  is  appa;  ent  that 
the  Kaiser's  chess  board  shows  a  skilfully 
manipulated  game  under  Uncle  Sam's 
nose.  Up  to  the  present,  what  his  been 
accomplished  towards  Germany's  ends — 
lo.ss  of  life,  infamy,  the  defeat  of  Hughes '. 

Let  it  7iot  be  inferred  for  one  moment 
that  Mr.  Hughes  was  party  to  the  Ger- 
man machinations  that  went  on  behind  his 
the  impudent  self-styled  leader  of  the 
American  Truth  Society — "a  blind  pig" 
for  the  German-Irish  Alliance  —  Mr. 
Hughes  prided  himself  on  knowing  noth- 
ing of  a  man,  who  for  three  years  has 
made  the  welkin  ring  with  demands  for 
Irish  freedom  and  opposition  to  Allied 
loans.  Mr.  Hughes  evidently  thought  to 
play  safe  and  win.  He  that  saveth  his 
life  shall  lose  it;  and  the  Republicans 
played  so  safe  that  they  lost. 

That  is  why  the  date  and  the  personnel 
of  the  entertainment  to  Canada's  Premier 
were  sw  significant.  The  elections  were 
just  past.  At  both  the  luncheons  given 
by  the  Lawyers'  Club  and  the  dinner  later 
at  the  Plaza,  all  American  speakers  care- 
fully refrained  from  violating  the  Presi- 
dent's request  for  neutrality;  but  when 
Sir  Robert  Borden  skating  over  as  thin 
ice  as  a  speaker  could  referred  to  the  War 
as  a  fight  for  world  freedom — "a  battle 


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for  you  as  well  as  for  us  that  shall  never 
cease  till  the  cause  of  another  such  war 
is  made  impossible" — the  hearers  shout- 
ed  wildest  approval. 

The  honors  paid  Premier  Borden  repre- 
sent the  first  concrete  specific  efforts  of 
the  United  States  to  cultivate  friendship 
with  the  British  Empire  as  a  counterfoil 
to  German  propaganda.  Much  will  de- 
pend on  how  Canada  returns  not  the 
honor,  but  the  overtures.  German  pro- 
paganda has  been  tireless  and  sleepless  in 
the  United  States  for  ten  years.  It  was 
called  Pan-Germanism.  British  propa- 
ganada  has  been  jiil.  Yet  both  Canada 
and  the  Mother  Country  must  be  financed 
to  some  extent  in  the  United  States.  No 
matter  when  or  how  the  war  ends,  the  na- 
tions of  the  world  will  offer  a  new  align- 
ment after  the  war.  Where  the  British 
Empire  and  the  United  States  stand  will 
largely  result  from  the  part  Canada  plays 
or  does  not  play  as  the  golden  link  of 
friendship  between  the  two  great  democ- 
racies of  the  ivorld. 


Danton  of  the  Fleet 

Continued  from  page  26. 

and  in  company  with  her,  the  colors  of 
the  great  daughter,  Canada,  receiving 
their  baptism  of  fire.  The  stout  little 
ship  under  him  was  dlive. 

Answering  her  helm  as  if  she  knew 
what  was  wanted  of  her,  the  Albatross 
escaped  most  of  the  hail  that  crashed 
round  her,  and  the  thick,  shifting  mist 
was  her  friend.  The  burdens  of  the  years 
rolled  from  Cranswick  in  the  glory  of  the 
crowded  hour.  His  heart  danced  and 
sang  in  the  grey  dawning  of  his  new  life. 
It  seemed  sheer  impossibility  that  the 
little  craft  could  live  through  the  unequal 
battle,  but  to-night  the  man  in  corrlmand 
never  doubted  his  star.  Fortune  had  in 
the  supreme  crisis  returned,  and  was 
sweeping  him  in  flood  tide  back  to  victory. 
Down  came  the  thick  fog  again.  He 
swerved  the  destroyer  out  of  the  zone  of 
concentrated  fire.  Circling  about,  he 
swept  back  dogged,  implacable  as  Fate. 
From  every  part  of  the  cruiser  guns 
crackled  and  roared  as  the  venomous, 
shrouded  foe  tore  in.  Cranswick  leaned 
forward,  a  song — for  the  first  time  in 
years — on  his  lips.  His  moment  was 
coming  fast.  Suddenly  in  the  midst  of  all 
the  darting  and  circling  of  the  antagon- 
ists, the  chance  came,  the  instant  when 
the  skilled  boxer  sees  the  opening  for  the 
knock-out  blow.  Cranswick  thundered  his 
order  and  under  the  water  a  torpedo  slip- 
ped away.  He  leaned  forward,  tense  and 
breathless.  There  was  an  instant's  lull 
in  the  bedlam  din  and  then  the  cruiser's 
guns  thundered  again,  as  if  conscious  of 
deadly  peril.  A  dull  roar  shook  the  heavy 
atmosphere.  The  doomed  ship  shuddered 
and  reeled.  Then  came  a  second  explo- 
sion, as  the  destroyer,  a  thing  of  life, 
fired  another  bolt. 

The  cruiser,  a  moment  before  a  thing  of 
terrible  might,  lay  a  helpless,  shattered, 
sinking  wreck.  Silence  again  fell  over  the 
sea  and  the  destroyer's  lights  streamed 
out  alone  into  the  mists. 

VII. 

A  FEW  days  after  the  big  duel,  Cap- 
-^*-  tain  Barnsley,  with  his  sister,  arrived 
in  Vancouver.  He  had  just  returned  from 
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of  the  Koenigsfeldt  came  to  him  shortly 
after  he  went  aboard  the  train.  He  was 
anxious  to  meet  the  much  talked  of  man, 
of  whom  everyone  knew  so  little  except 
the  achievement  that  had  made  his  name 
ring  through  the  land.  No  sooner  had  he 
arrived  at  his  hotel  than  the  hospital 
chaplain  called  to  see  him  with  a  message 
from  the  captain  of  the  destroyed  German 
ship,  who  was  severely  injured,  that  he 
would  like  to  see  the  English  officer. 
Barnsley  knew  that  the  wounded  man  was 
Max  Barsdorf. 

"I'll  come  with  you  at  once,"  replied 
Angus  gravely.  "He  was  an  old-time 
schoolmate  of  mine.  Is  he  dangerously 
hit?" 

"The  doctors  say  he  will  not  live 
through  the  night,"  replied  the  chaplain. 
"He  is  in  full  possession  of  his  mental 
faculties  and  has  been  very  eager  to  see 
you  ever  since  he  learned,  in  response  to 
his  enquiries,  that  you  were  coming  west." 

He  found  Barsdorf  anxiously  expect- 
ing him.  The  German  was  mortally  hurt, 
but  bore  himself  with  the  cheerful  cour- 
age of  a  gallant  man. 

"So  we  brought  off  the  meeting  after 
all,  Angus,"  he  greeted  his  old-time  friend. 
"Twenty-five  years  ago  we  did  not  dream 
this  would  be  the  manner  of  it.  Never 
mind!  I  have  had  my  day,  and  it  has 
been  a  pretty  good  one,  on  the  whole,  and, 
now  that  the  paying,  time  has  come,  I  do 
not  grudge  footing  the  bill.  The  Jap- 
anese penalty  for  failure  is  right  and 
just — to  the  uttermost  farthing.  I  could 
scarcely  find  it  in  me  to  thank  my  rescuers 
for  fishing  me  out  of  the  sea.  Far  better 
to  have  died  in  her  motherly  arms,  and 
have  been  laid  in  her  grand  temple 
sepulchre.  It  was  my  vanquisher,  Crans- 
wick,  who  picked  me  up.  Have  you  con- 
gratulated him  yet?" 

"I  have  only  just  come  down.  Your 
message  reached  me  as  I  arrived  at  the 
hotel,  so  I  came  at  once,"  replied  Barns- 
ley. 

"It  was  good  of  you  to  come,"  smiled  the 
German.  "But  about  this  conqueror  of 
mine.  When  he  lifted  me  from  the  sea  1 
suppose  I  was  nearly  gone,  but  he  was 
anxious  for  some  reason  to  save  me  if  1 
should  happen  to  be  among  the  wreckage. 
I  had  been  hit  pretty  badly.  It  seemed  to 
me  that  I  was  already  dead,  the  mists 
rolling  in  the  light's  glare  a  kind  of  Val- 
kyrie setting  to  the  finish.  When  they 
lifted  me  into  the  boat  I  fancied  the  good 
spirits  of  the  long  ago  were  taking  me 
from  the  dark  river.  It  was  strange, 
terrible,  good.  Out  there  in  the  fog  and 
the  rain  and  the  blackness  broken  by 
the  streaming  lights  I  saw  a  ghost."  He 
closed  his  eyes  and  rested. 

"There  were  three  of  us  at  Rheinwied, 
brothers  inseparable."  He  stretched  out 
his  hand  and  Barnsley  took  it.  "I  am  a 
combatant  no  longer,  Angus.  To-night — it 
is  my  weakness — I  am  very  weary  of  the 
warring  Jevovah  of  battle,  the  relentless, 
ruthless,  blood-reeking.  The  old  Norse 
gods  are  the  gods  of  life,  vigor,  strength. 
They  mean  nothing  to  such  as  I  am  now. 
I  am  back  again  to-night  at  the  old  place 
with  the  white  Christ  of  the  old  Moravian 
Chapel.  One  has  gone  far  from  it  in  the 
years,  but  the  child  spirit  comes  again,  on 
the  verge  of  the  kingdom  they  say  one 
must  enter  as  a  little  child — and  the  de- 
sire for  the  things  that  belong  to  it.  It 
was  a  good,  clean,  fair  world,  the  simple 
folk  with  their  Herrnhut,  their  faith  and 
prayers."    His  eyes  closed,  and  Barnsley 


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leaid  him  murmur  words  he  had  not 
istciied  to  for  more  than  five  and  twenty- 
rears. 

"From  self-complacency;  from  un- 
timely projects;  from  the  unhappy 
desire  of  becoming  great;  from  the 
murdering  spirit  and  devices  of 
Satan;  deliver  us,  Most  Gracious 
Lord  and  God." 

"pHE  WORDS  were  from  the  quaintly 
-*■  l)eautiful     Litany    of    the     Moravian 
Church  they  had  listened  to,  often  weari- 
oniely,   a.9  careless  lads,   every   Sunday, 
n  the  old  School  Chapel  above  the  Rhine. 
Think  of  aspirations  like  those  in  the 
rorld   to-day!"   said   Barsdorf  musingly. 
There  were  three  of  us.     You— Frank — 
'     Barnsley  nodded. 
".Angus!    it  was   Frank   who   sank   me 
hat  black  morning.     You  remember  how 
e  used  to  bore  in,  playing,  working,  fight- 
iig.        You  could  not  hold  him   off.        I 
hought  of  it  that  night  on  the  bridge  of 
ly  ship,  but  it  seemed  too  absurd.     The 
nan  1  had  known,  the  sport  of  the,vindie- 
ivc   gods,  come  back  to  his  own   again, 
rith  the  shield  of  Omnipotence  covering 
.    It  seemed  that  the  gun  had  not  been 
orged  that  could  penetrate  his  armor  that 
ight.       Cranswick,     the     conqueror,     is 
rank  Danton,  the  man   you   broke   and 
liled   for  betraying  his  country  to  us." 
Neither  spoke  for  some  moments. 
"My  people  war  as  did  the  Chosen  of 
he  Loi-d,  when  He  brought  them  up  from 
ondage,  and  set  them  to  make  their  des- 
ny,"  spoke  the  dying  man.    "We  destroy 
hat  we  may  build  a  world-wide  Empire. 
To  weapon  is  neglected  as  you  know.   The 
plendor  of  the  purpose  overrides  halting 
onsiderations  as  to  the  means.     We  are 
ur  own  law.    We  make  or  break  as  we 
rill  it.     We  regarded  Danton  as  one  of 
he  most  dangerous  of  your  captains,  as 
re  regard  Britain  as  the  foe  of  foes,  in 
omparison  with  whom  other  nations  are 
isignificant.       Danton  was  German   in 
cience,    modernity,    thoroughness.       My 
eople  went  after  him  and  saw  to  it  that 
ou  broke  him,"    The  tired  voice  rested, 
nd  Barnsley  waited  eagerly. 
"Perhaps  I  am  wrong.     The  individual 
as  no  rights  when  the  good  of  the  State 
concerned,  but  I  cannot  leave  the  world 
ith  this  evil  in  it.     I  had  no  part  in  it, 
nd,    Angus,    I    hated    it    with    all    the 
trength  of  my  soul.    It  has  been  my  cru- 
ifixion    no    less,    in    some    sense,    than 
rank's.     He  was  brother  to  me,  but  he 
as  sold,  aod  I  had  to  stand  by.    It  was  a 
reater  sacrifice  for  my  country  than  dy- 
ig  for  it.  It  Is  easy  to  give  one's  strength, 
lood,  life,  but  I  had  to  slay  my  honor,  to 
lake  myself,  in  my  own  eyes,  of  no  repu- 
ition,  to  lay  all  tjiat  I  prized  in  the  dust, 
'rank  was  tricked  into  the  hotel,  drug- 
ed,  skilfully  handled,  the  incriminating 
vidence    placed    upon   him,    in    the   very 
esk  at  his  home  at  which  he  wrote,  in  his 
hip,  as  you  know.     The  work  took  years 
'  omplete,    and,    when    all   was    ready, 
;!■  people  were  put  on  the  track.     He 
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statement,  I  think,  with  the  Chaplain — it 
was  possible  you  might  not  come  in  time — 
it  will  enable  them  to  find  the  way  to  the 
real  truth.  More  I  cannot  say  in  loyalty 
to  my  own  people,  less  I  may  not  say,  and 
meet  my  God  as  a  clean  man.  You  have 
my  word,  also,  on  the  verge  of  the  grave, 
that  Frank  Danton  had  no  part  in  the 
treachery  of  which  he  was  accused  and 
convicted.  I  have  already  seen  him  since 
I  came  here,  and  we  are  friends,  brothers 
still.     He  is  coming.     He  is  here  now." 

'TpHE  DOOR  opened  and  Danton  enter- 
-^  ed.  Words  were  few,  for  time  was 
short.  Across  the  bed  of  the  German  the 
two  Englishmen  clasped  hands.  Over 
them  Barsdorf  placed  his. 

"The  Dreibund!"  he  whispered. 

When  they  looked  down,  he  was  dead. 

VHI. 

tp  ROM  this  time  events  moved  rapidly. 
■•-  Within  a  few  hours  of  Barnsley's 
cabling  to  the  Admiralty  came  a  summons 
calling  Danton  home.  Ellen  Barnsley 
and  her  brother  travelled  by  the  same 
ship.  The  fame  of  the  unknown  man's 
exploit  and  his  sudden  call  to  headquar- 
ters had  roused  the  excited  interest  of  a 
Continent,  and,  in  some  way  known  only 
to  the  fertile  mind  of  the  newspaper  re- 
porter who  brought  off  the  wonderful 
scoop,  the  discovery  was  made.  When. 
Danton  was  half  way  across  the  Atlantic 
the  news  was  flashing  round  the  world 
that  Cranswick  of  the  Albatross  was  none 
other  than  the  brilliant  Danton  of  the 
fleet  whose  tragic  downfall,  nearly  nine 
years  before,  had  been  a  universal  sensa- 
tion. Moreover,  he  had  gone  home  with 
triumphant  proof  of  innocence,  and  there 
was  to  be  a  re-investigation  of  the  case 
and  a  review  of  the  conviction.  Of  this 
publicity  the  three  aboard  the  liner  knew 
nothing.  .  Off  the  Lizard  a  cruiser  passed 
them,  and  a  ringing  cheer  went  up  from  a 
cluster  of  jackies  thronging  the  fighter's 
rail.  Even  the  officers  on  the  bridge 
waved  greeting.  Such  demonstrations 
from  an  unemotional  patrol  crew  excited 
some  comment.  Perhaps  there  had  been 
some  victory  that  the  wirelesis  had  not 
communicated. 

Passing  in  through  the  Needles  and  up 
Southampton  Water  from  the  scurrying 
war  ships  came  the  same  greeting.  It  was 
not  until,  passing  near  to  a  destroyer, 
that  the  three  passengers  understood  the 
meaning  of  it. 

"There  he  is!"  shouted  a  lusty  A.  B.  "I 
served  under  him.  Welcome  home,  Cap- 
tain Danton."  And  there  followed  a  roar 
of  cheering  that  drove  the  three  below 
until  the  vessel  docked. 

HURRYING  up  to  London  there  was 
no  delay  in  reopening  the  case.  The 
evidence  was  again  sifted,  facts  were  ex- 
amined in  the  light  of  the  new  informa- 
tion, and  the  completest  vindication,  with 
instant  rein.statenient  came  to  Danton. 
Later  followed  the  honors  for  his  achieve- 
men   aboard   the  Albatross. 

As  soon  as  the  decision  was  given, 
Barnsley  hurried  away  to  carry  the  news 
to  his  sister.  She  had  already  heard,  for 
the  streets  were  ringing  with  the  news  of 
the  triumph.  One  might  have  thought 
some  great  victory  had  been  won.  To- 
gether brother  and  sister  talked  over  the 
details  of  the  case.  Later  Danton  himself 
would  come  when  the  excitement  had  sub- 
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shoulder  high  through  the  streets  could 
they  have  laid  hands  on  him. 

"And  what  about  the  man  of  the  tea- 
room, the  Quebec  spy,  Schwartz?"  asked 
Ellen,  when  her  brother  had  almost  fin- 
ished his  recital. 

"Schwartz,"  answered  Angus,  "is  a 
well-known  German  spy,  who  became  too 
public  a  character  this  side  the  Atlantic 
to  serve  his  employers'  ends  so  he  was 
transferred  to  tlie  United  States  and  Can- 
ada. He  has  had  quite  a  number  of 
names  and  sustained  several  roles  in  the 
course  of  his  activities.  When  he  first 
came  to  England  he  was  the  half  starv- 
ing son  of  a  poverty-stricken  castor  in 
Germany,  his  name  then  was  Weiss  and 
he  was  an  out-at-elbows  usher  in  a  cheap 
boarding  school.  He  had  qualities  and 
gifts  and  Frank  Danton's  father  took 
pity  on  him,  gave  him  a  well-paid  position 
as  tutor  and  secretary  in  his  household. 
He  was  treated  almost  as  one  of  the 
family,  more  like  a  relative  than  employe. 
This  gave  him  the  opportunity  of  meeting 
with  persons  of  more  or  less  importance 
in  the  services,  and  opened  the  way  for 
him  to  enter  upon  the  still  more  lucrative 
business  as  a  spy.  As  you  know  now,  the 
east  coast  particularly  was  infested  with 
these  crawlers,  the  abjects  of  a  Father- 
land that  had  starved  them.  It  was 
Weiss,  or  Schwartz,  as  he  more  appro- 
priately named  himself,  who  planted  all 
the  incriminating  papers  on  Frank,  in  his 
private  rooms,  in  the  cabin  of  the  ship  it- 
self. The  home  authorities  presently  had 
their  attention  directed  to  his  suspicious 
activities,  though  the  Dantons  themselves 
were  utterly  in  the  dark,  and  a  hint  reach- 
ing the  man,  he  made  himself  scarce.  It 
was  a  telegram  from  him  speciously  word- 
ed that  took  Frank  across  the  Channel  to 
Ostend,  led  to  the  happenings  there,  and 
the  discovery,  and  arrest  of  Frank  as  soon 
as  he  reached  England  again. 

"Thereafter,  the  ruin  of  his  benefactors 
being  compassed,  Weiss  became  Schwartz 
of  New  York,  and  the  mining  districts  of 
Eastern  Canada — the  hospitable,  opulent 
mining  magnate. 

"But  now,  my  dearest  girl,  let  us  drop 
the  reptile,  and  talk  of  wholesomer  things 
until  Frank  comes.  Suppose  we  discuss 
designs  in  which  the  parts  of  a  cut  shilling 
may  be  reunited  and  suitably  mounted  as 
a  wedding  gift?" 

So  they  laughed  and  talked  until  the 
bell  rang  and  a  quick  step  was  heard  in 
the  hall.  Ellen  rose,  her  face  white  and 
tender.  Then  the  glow  of  perfect  happi- 
ness swept  over  it.  Her  brother  slipped 
away  by  another  door ;  and  the  two  enter- 
ed into  the  full  clear  sunshine  of  cloudless 
day. 


Keeping  Them  in 
Line 

Continued  from,  page  30. 

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when  Sir  Wilfrid  got  back  home.  Biff! 
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Silence  till  1904,  when  the  Hon.  A.  G. 
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about  the  railway  policy  of  the  Govern- 
ment than  he  was  being  allowed  to  hear 
at  that  moment.  Mr.  Blair  threatened 
to  resign  and  was  taken  at  his  word.  Mr. 
Blair  was  accustomed  to  swinging  New 
Brunswick  by  the  tail  and  he  had  made 
the  mistake  of  thinking  that  he  could  do 
the  same  thing  with  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier. 
Mr.  Blair  broke  out  in  another  spot  later 
on,  talked  of  revelations,  but  failed 
when  it  came  to  a  show  down.  There  is 
an  old  story  that  it  was  J.  Weslev  Allison, 
of  fuse  contract  fame,  who  came  forward 
with  the  fatal  knowledge  that  put  the 
clamps  on  Mr.  Blair. 

T  N  1905  the  Hon.  Clifford  Sifton  had  a 
-*•  difference  of  opinion  with  Sir  Wilfred 
Laurier  over  separate  school  clauses  of  the 
Autonomy  Bill.  He  went  away  for  a  rest 
and  to  think  it  over.  When  he  came  back 
he  found  that  the  clauses  had  been  slipped 
in.  He  blamed  Sir  Charles  Fitzpatrick 
for  it  and  Sir  Wilfrid  took  up  the  chal- 
lenge. Mr.  Sifton  resigned.  The  current 
gossip  was  that  he  was  looking  just  at 
that  time  for  a  soft  spot  to  fall  on,  but 
that  did  not  prevent  people  with  sharp 
ears  hearing  him  hit  every  step  as  he  went 
down.  For  this  little  incident  Mr.  Sifton 
naturally  cherished  revenge  and,  when  his 
chance  came  in  1911  to  organize  his  ven- 
detta, he  did  it  with  great  skill.  He  paid 
special  attention  to  the  Laurier  cabinet 
ministers,  most  of  whom  were  defeated 
by  his  clever  tactics.  It  took  Sir  Clifford 
six  years  to  get  even,  but  he  made  a  fairly 
good  job  of  it. 

After  Mr.  Hyman  passed  out  in  1905 
and  Mr.  Emmerson  in  1907,  Sir  Wil- 
frid had  no  more  trouble  in  that  direction. 
He  was  monarch  of  all  he  surveyed,  and 
his  right  there  was  none  to  dispute  until 
the  reciprocity  election  came  along  and 
took  his  monarchy,  but  not  his  absolute 
leadership,  away.  Sir  Wilfrid  is  still  the 
master  of  his  own  party  and  when  his 
party  wants  him  to  be  anything  less  they 
can  get  another  leader.  In  short.  Sir 
Wilfrid  is  in  good  practice  for  cabinet 
control  if  ever  again  he  has  a  cabinet  to 
control. 

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nation is  almost  too  recent  for  comment. 
The  facts  are  not  all  known  yet.  Sir 
Robert  can  be  stern  enough  when  he 
pleases — he  has  excommunicated  members 
of  Parliament  before  now — but  he  has  a 
reputation  for  long  suffering  on  which 
some  persons  might  presume.  One  never 
saw  Premier  Borden  and  Sir  Sam  to- 
gether vnthout  thinking  of  that  old 
wheeze  about  the  immovable  body  and  the 
irresistible  force.  What  would  happen  if 
the  irresistible  force  met  the  immovable 
body?  Well,  my  guess  is  that  at  the  end, 
say,  of  two  years,  the  immovable  body 
would  get  tired  of  the  irresistible  force 
and  just  roll  over  and  crush  him. 

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Into  the  Abyss 

Continued  from  page  15. 

ere  purple;  but  its  skin,  which  hung 
osely  upon  it,  even  as  clothes  might  do, 
as  a  phosphorescent  grey.  And  it  stood 
lere,  blinded  by  the  light. 
At  last  this  unknown  creature  of  the 
)yss  blinked  its  eyes  open,  and,  shading 
em   with   its   disengaged   hand,   opened 

mouth   and  gave  vent  to  a   shouting 
»ise,  articulate  almost  as  speech  might 

that  penetrated  even  the  steel  case 
id  padded  jacket  of  the  sphere.  How  a 
outing  may  be  accomplished  without 
ngs  Elstead  does  not  profess  to  explain, 
then  moved  sideways  out  of  the  glare 
to  the  mystery  of  shadow  that  bordered 
on  either  side,  and  Elstead  felt  rather 
an  saw  that  it  was  coming  towards 
m.  Fancying  the  light  had  attracted  it, 
turned  the  switch  that  cut  off  the  cur- 
nt.  In  another  moment  something  soft 
bbled  upon  the  steel,  and  the  globe 
ayed. 

Then  the  shouting  was  repeated,  and  it 
imed  to  him  that  a  distant  echo  answer- 
it.  The  dabbing  recurred,  and  the  globe 
ayed  and  ground  against  the  spindle 
sr  which  the  wire  was  rolled.  He  stood 
the  blackness,  and  peered  out  into  the 
jrlasting  night  of  the  abyss.  And  pre- 
itly  he  saw,  very  fainj  and  remote, 
ler  phosporescent  quasi-human  forms 
rrying  towards  him. 

IARDLY  knowing  what  he  did,  he  felt 
about  in  his  swaying  prison  for  the 
d  of  the  exterior  electric  light,  and 
ne  by  accident  against  his  own  small 
w  lamp  in  its  padded  recess.  The 
lere  twisted,  and  then  threw  him  down ; 
heard  shouts  like  shouts  of  surprise, 
i  when  he  rose  to  his  feet  he  saw  two 
rs  of  stary  eyes  peering  into  the  lower 
idow  and  reflecting  his  light, 
n  another  moment  hands  were  dabbing 
orously  at  his  steel  casing,  and  there 
s  a  sound,  horrible  enough  in  his  posi- 
of  the  metal  protection  of  the  clock- 
rk  being  vigorously  hammered.  That, 
eed^  sent  his  heart  into  his  mouth,  for 
these  strange  creatures  succeeded  in 
pping  that  his  release  would  never  oc- 
Searcely  had  he  thought  as  much 
2n  he  felt  the  sphere  sway  violently, 
I  the  floor  of  it  press  hard  against  h^s 
t.  He  turned  off  the  glow  lamp  that 
the  interior,  and  sent  the  ray  of  the 
?e  light  in  the  separate  compartment 
into  the  water.  The  sea  floor  and  the 
i-like  creatures  had  disappeared,  and 
auple  of  fish  chasing  each  other  drop- 
suddenly  by  the  window. 
[e  thought  at  once  that  these  strange 
izens  of  the  deep  sea  had  broken  the 
e  rope,  and  that  he  had  escaped.  He 
ve  up  faster  and  faster,  and  then 
)ped  with  a  jerk  that  sent  him  flying 
inst  the  padded  roof  of  his  prison, 
half  a  minute  perhaps  he  was  too 
mished  to  think. 

hen  he  felt  that  the  sphere  was  spin- 

?  slowly,  and  rocking,  and  it  seemed  to 

that  it  was  also  being  drawn  through 

water.      By   crouching   close   to   the 

dow  he  managed  to  make  his  weight 

l:tive  and  roll  that  part  of  the  sphere 

Inward,  but  he  could  see  nothing  save 

I  pale  ray  of  his  light  striking  down 

Sfectively  into  the  darknes.     It  occur- 

i  to  him  that  he  would  see  more  if  he 

Continued  on  page  79. 


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A  Year  of  Prosperity 


THE  OUTSTANDING  feature  of 
the  business  situation  at  the  pre- 
sent time  is  the  prospect  of  a  larger 
volume  of  war  orders  for  Canada.  The 
peace  proposals  of  the  war-weary  despot 
of  Potsdam  brought  about  the  sudden 
scurrying  of  stock  speculators  to  cover, 
which  created  such  havoc  on  Wall  Street; 
but  back  of  the  peace  talk  was  a  very 
tangible  fact.  John  Bull  had  cancelled 
extensive  orders  placed  in  the  United  ■ 
States  for  war  supplies.  This  might  mean 
either  that  Britain  anticipated  early 
peace  or  that  it  had  been  possible  to  so 
extend  the  munition  manufacturing  faci- 
lities of  Great  Britain  and  Canada  that 
the  bulk  of  British  war  needs  could  be 
supplied.  Either  explanation  spelled 
confusion  to  the  war-bred  prosperity  of 
Wall  Street. 

The  latter  explanation  is  the  correct 
one.  Great  Britain  does  not  anticipate  an 
early  cessation  of  hostilities.  On  the  con- 
trary John  Bull  is  preparing  to  wage 
greater,  grimmer  war  than  ever  before. 
•But  the  organization  of  industrial  re- 
sources has  been  improved  to  such  an  ex- 
tent that  an  almost  adequate  supply  of 
shells  can  be  secured  now  from  the  work- 
shops of  Britain  and  Canada. 

This  presages  a  period  of  greater  ac- 
tivity and  prosperity  even  than  has  been 
seen  during  the  past  year.  "For  in- 
stance," says  The  Financial  Post,  "it  has 
been  learned  that  an  order  for  shells 
larger  than  the  biggest  contract  placed 
in  the  United  States  last  year  has  been 
awarded  to  the  Montreal  Locomotive  Co., 
Ltd.,  the  Canadian  branch  of  the  Ameri- 


can Locomotive  Co.  As  the  Bethlehem 
Steel  Corporation  last  year  received  an 
order  amounting  to  $150,000,000,  the 
Canadian  order  is  probably  between  $175,- 
000,000  and  $200,000,000.'"  If  these  fig- 
ures are  accurate,  even  approximately, 
the  coming  year  will  surely  usher  in  a 
period  of  colossal  industrial  effort,  of 
strenuous  activity,  of  unprecedented  pros- 
perity. 

The  prospect  is  not  one  to  regard  with 
elation.  The  more  shells  we  turn  out  the 
more  men  must  we  send  to  follow  in  the 
pitted  path  of  the  missile  storm.  The 
prosperity  that  is  coming  to  Canada  this 
year  as  the  result  of  the  focussing  of  the 
wealth  of  an  Empire  on  military  needs, 
we  must  accept,  not  with  personal  com- 
placency and  smug  realization  of  indi- 
vidual benefit,  but  purely  with  an  eye  to 
its  later  use  in  the  more  uncertain  times 
following  the  declaration  of  peace.  In 
this  connection  it  must  be  noted  in  an  ad- 
monitory mood  that  despite  a  million  dol- 
lar increase  in  our  exports  for  the  year 
ending  November  over  the  year  ending 
September,  Canada's  favorable  balance  of 
trade  has  fallen  from  $367,647,000  to 
$306,437,516  due,  of  course,  to  the  in- 
crease in  imports.  This  tendency  began 
in  October  when  a  new  upward  movement 
in  imports  began  and  the  favorable  bal- 
ance fell  to  about  $335,000,000.  This  is 
in  marked  contrast  with  the  advance  in 
the  favorable  balance  a  year  ago  though, 
of  course,  this  year  the  favorable  balance 
is  much  higher  than  it  was  at  that  time. 
A  point  worth  noting  is  that  while  ex- 
ports of  merchandise  were  only  $109,588,- 
950  for  the  month  of  November,  1916, 
against  $94,436,093  in  1915,  imports  were 
$72,690,791  against  only  $45,217,559  a 
year  ago.  In  one  year  imports  have  al- 
most doubled  and  the  advance  has  been 
very  steady  indeed. 

1915 
Mdse.  only.  Sept.  Nov. 

Exports    $517,982,000     $559,152,052 

Imports    417,183,000       435,249,966 


Balance 


.$100,799,000     $123,902,086 

1916 
Mdse.  only.  Sept.  Nov. 

Exports    ..$1,052,925,000     $1,053,840,861 
Imports    .  .      685,278,000  744,403,345 


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The  situation,  from  a  purely  business 
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not  within  the  range  of  possibilities  that 
Canada  can  be  anything  but  highly,  nay 
exuberantly,  feverishly  prosperous  during 
1917.  We  have  a  big  task  to  do:  To  turn 
out  a  larger  share  of  the  munitions  need- 
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Itrinkirhuff  in   A  eir   Yuik  Eteniny  Mail 


~  Why  will  she  bring  that  disagreeable 
child? 

and  to  do  so  with  fewer  men.  The  in- 
creased activity  in  the  war  industries  will 
unquestionably  be  reflected  in  all  other 
branches.  Huge  waeres  are  being:  paid  to 
munition  workers  and  no  amount  of  earn- 
est admonition  on  the  subject  of  thrift 
can  prevent  a  larger  share  of  the  in- 
creased wages  from  passing  into  the  usual 
channels  of  circulation.  At  present  writ- 
ing it  is  one  hundred  per  cent,  certain 
that  1917  will  be  a  year  of  busy  factor- 
ies, crowded  stores  and  general  activity. 
The  only  thing  that  could  un.settle  the 
outlook  would  be  a  sudden  weakening  in 
the  Wilhelmstrasse.  After  peace  would 
come — what?  Perhaps  a  continuance  of 
prosperity.  Men  are  less  skeptical  on  the 
score  of  the  future  than  they  were.  In- 
dustry has  been  preparing  for  peace. 


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THE  SAVINGS  deposits  in  Canadian 
banks  on  October  1,  1916,  reached 
the  huge  total  of  $816,374,171,  an  in- 
crease in  twelve  months  of  $123,034,320. 
Satisfactory  as  this  increase  is,  illustrat- 
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of  Canada  during  a  year  of  world-wide 
disturbance  due  to  an  unparalleled  war, 
it  is  remarkable  that  so  vast  a  sum  should 
yield  so  small  a  return  to  its  owners. 

If  the  owners  of  these  deposits  had  had 
their  money  invested  at  5  per  cent.,  in- 
stead of  3  per  cent.,  they  would  receive 
for  interest  in  one  year  $40,818,707,  in- 
stead of  $24,491,225.  In  other  words, 
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4.— Toronto,  Jan.  6.— "A  client  of  mine  Is 
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Brazilian  Traction  and  has  requested  me 
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this  investment,  either  for  speculation  or  In- 
vestment purposes." 

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outbreak  of  war,  and.  for  the  reason  that  it 
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adverse  exchange  situation,  there  'has  been  a 
serious  loss  in  the  returns  to  Canadian  in- 
vestors. There  is  some  talk  now  of  a  cut 
in  the  dividend,  owing  largely  to  the  ex- 
change rate.  It  Is  said  by  those  who  know- 
that  the  idea  Is  to  build  up  a  reserve  to  be 
paid  to  investors  when  exchange  has  been 
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A    WIDOW'S    INVEJSTMENT. 

5. — St.  Catharines.  Jan.  !5. — "I  am  looking 
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Road 

Continued  from  page  35. 

of  life  which  the  Lord  has  called  you 
to.  I  want  to  be  just  where  I've  always 
been,  while  not  being  as  I've  always  been. 
If  I'm  goin'  to  do  any  good  with  my  re- 
ligion, which  I  got  while  the  lowly  lamp 
still  held  out  to  'luminate,  I  mus'n't  shake 
my  shanks  away  from  the  passin'  show. 
What's  the  good  o'  my  livin'  among  be- 
lievers! What  I've  got  to  do  is  to  live 
among  the  damned.  Being  familiar  with 
them,  I  get  a  better  chance  of  gettin'  my 
hand  on  to  them,  and  coaxin'  them  out 
of  the  broad  path  into  the  neat  and  nar- 
row way,  where  the  light  of  love  lingers 
long  as  life  lasts." 

In  his  "soul  to  soul"  talks,  as  he  callea 
them,  he  never  could  resist  this  allitera- 
tion. His  preachings,  his  prayers,  and  his 
exhortations  were  filled  with  striking 
phrases;  it  was  a  unique  gift. 

"No,  the  tavern's  the  place  for  me,  and 
a  tavern  it  shall  be,"  he  added.  "I'm 
of  the  passin'  world,  prepared  to  pene- 
trate the  pilgrim's  impenitent  soul.  To 
the  tavern  door  comes  the  young  yearlin' 
of  the  herd  and  the  old  buck  of  the  bad 
lands.  A  word  in  season,  a  whisper  in 
the  night,  a  warnin'  in  the  mornin'  an' 
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soul  out  of  the  cinders." 


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T  T  WAS  a  good  argument,  still  the 
•'■  prayer-people  felt  it  incongruous  that 
their  new  leader,  their  profligate  prodi- 
gal, now  a  tower  of  strength  in  the 
Lord's  house,  should  still  remain  in  the 
house  of  Rimmon,  where  scenes  of  drunk- 
enness occurred;  where  even  a  migratory 
strumpet  might  now  and  again  be  seen. 
What  discontent  might  have  developed  till 
the  fresh  convert  was  disciplined  at  quar- 
terly meeting  would  never  be  known,  be- 
cause on  a  certain  inspired  day  Minden 
found  the  way  out.  One  night  he  had  not 
slept  at  all  thinking  of  his  "little  gal," 
and  in  the  morning,  soon  after  sunrise, 
sitting  on  the' stoop  of  the  hotel,  he  saw 
passing  down  the  street  another  victim  of 
insomnia — John  Warner,  the  real  estate 
agent.  Only  the  day  before  he  had  heard 
of  Warner's  impending  bankruptcy.  The 
poor  man  had  built  a  hotel  and  could  not 
pay  for  it,  and  the  mortgagees  and  the 
banks  were  crowding  to  crush  him;  to 
get  out  of  his  mangled  remains  financial 
profit  while  yet  it  would  not  fail  them. 
As  Minden  watched  Warner  passing  with 
haggard  face  and  downcast  look,  there 
flashed  into  his  mind  the  solution  of  his 
own  problem.  He  rose  hurriedly  from  the 
verandah  and  strode  down  the  street  after 
the  broken  man. 

"Say,  wait  a  minute,  Mr.  Warner,"  he 
said. 

Apathetically,  the  other  turned,  but  he 
did  not  speak. 

"Tell  me,  what  did  your  hotel  cost  you?" 
Minden  asked.  "What  did  it  cost  you 
according  to  the  bills  and  the  auditors?" 

"Seventeen  thousand  dollars — all  I  had, 
and  six  thousand  more  than  I  had,"  an- 
swered the  other. 

"I'll  give  eighteen  thousand  for  it," 
said  Minden,  'if  you  can  show  me  straight 
it  cost  you  that." 

"It's  worth  twenty-five  thousand,"  re- 
sponded Warner  with  a  new,  tremulous 
look  of  hope  in  his  face. 

"Well,  then,  I'll  give  twenty  thousand. 


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TO  INVESTORS 

THOSE  WHO,  FROM    TIME    TO   TIME,  HAVE 

FUNDS    REQUIRING     INVESTMENT 

MAY    PURCHASE    AT    PAR 

DOMINION  OF  CANADA  DEBENTURE  STOCK 


IN  SUMS  OF  $500,  OR  ANY  MULTIPLE  THEREOF 


Principal  repayable  1st  October,  1919. 

Interest  payable  half-yearly,  1st  April  and  1st  October  by 
cheque  (free  of  exchange  at  any  chartered  Bank  in  Canada)  at 
the  rate  of  five  per  cent  per  annum  from  the  date  of  purchase. 

Holders  of  this  stock  will  have  the  privilege  of  surrendering 
at  par  and  accrued  interest,  as  the  equivalent  of  cash,  in  pay- 
ment of  any  allotment  made  under  any  future  war  loan  issue  in 
Canada  other  than  an  issue  of  Treasury  Bills  or  other  Uke  short 
date  security. 

Proceeds  of  this  stock  are  for  war  purposes  only. 

A  commission  of  one-quarter  of  one  per  cent  will  be  allowed 
to  recognized  bond  and  stock  brokers  on  allotments  made  in 
respect  of  applications  for  this  stock  which  bear  their  stamp. 

For  appUcation  forms  apply  to  the  Deputy  Minister  of 
Finance,  Ottawa. 


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OCTOBER  7th,  1916. 


if  you're  givin'  it  t'  me  straight,"  re- 
turned Minden. 

In  vain  the  other  tried  to  conquer  him- 
self, but  he  had  eaten  nothing  for  a 
couple  of  days,  and  he  had  not  slept  at  all 
for  three  whole  nights.  He  opened  his 
lips  once  or  twice  to  speak,  then  a  great 
convulsion  shook  him,  and  he  burst  into 
tears.  Sobs  shook  him  as  Minden  hurried 
him  across  the  street  into  the  Sunbright 
Hotel,  and  upstairs  into  his  own  room. 

When  Warner  could  control  himself 
sufficiently  he  said  "My  God,  but  you're  a 
Christian,  Mr.  Minden!" 

WHY  DID  Minden  buy  a  hotel  at  a 
cost  of  twenty  thousand  dollars?  At 
first  glance  it  seemed  bad  enough  to  live 
in  an  hotel  when  you  were  a  professing 
Christian,  but  to  buy  a  hotel  deliberately, 
which  would  be  licensed  to  sell,  "Wine, 
beer  and  other  spirituous  and  fermented 
liquors,"  seemed  flying  in  the  face  of  a 
newly  got  reputation  for  grace.  Bill 
saw  the  full  significance  of  the  situation 
he  had  created,  but  he  had  staked  all  on 
his  inspired  hazard,  and  he  would  see  it 
through.  The  news  of  his  purchase  tra- 
veled swiftly  through  the  town,  and  many 
a  sour-tempered  sinner  essayed  to  run 
across  him  during  the  day  with  the  dark 
purpose  of  "showing  him  up,"  as  they 
put  it.  For  one  of  the  "saved"  to  buy  a 
hotel,  was,  as  Jonas  Bilings  said,  enough 
to  make  a  cat  laugh.  The  unregenerate 
laughed  consumedly,  and  Billings  an- 
nounced that  Minden  hadn't  learned  yet 
how  to  be  a  Christian.  He  guessed  that 
as  Bill  had  been  taking  things  without 
paying  for  them  all  his  life,  the  new  habit 
of  paying  for  what  he  wanted,  'sort  of  in- 


toxicated him;  an'  he'll  want  to  buy  a 
race-course  next,  an'  a  brass  band  to  go 
with  it." 

Good  humor  marked  the  sardonic  cri- 
ticism of  nearly  every  unregenerate;  but 
Patsy  Kernaghan,  who  had  become  IBill's 
most  ferocious  and  unassuaged  critic 
since  his  conversion,  fairly  danced  in 
triumph  to  the  Young  Doctor's  office, 
bursting  in  upon  his  medical  friend  as  he 
was  cleaning  instruments  after  an  opera- 
tion. On  this  unconventional  entrance 
the  Young  Doctor  thrust  a  long  knife  out 
at  Patsy  medodramatically. 

"I'll  cut  your  face  away  from  that  ugly 
nose  of  yours,  Kernaghan,"  he  said,  "if 
you  enter  my  office  again  without  knock- 
ing." 

"Aw,  Doctor  dear,"  rejoined  the  other 
excitedly — "aw,  put  it  away.  It  doesn't 
matter  cutting  away  me  face — it's  never 
been  anny  use  to  me;  but  have  you  heard 
what's  happened?  Did  ye.  get  the  news? 
Did  ye  hear  the  thunderbolt  drop?" 

"You  mean  about  Minden  and  War- 
ner's hotel?"  answered  the  other  lazily. 

"Tare  an'  'ouns,  isn't  that  a  thunder- 
bolt? Isn't  that  a  fine  scrape?  In  to- 
day an'  out  to-morrow,  like  a  landleaguer 
an'  Limerick  Gaol !  Here  to-day  and  away 
to-morrow,  like  the  clods  of  the  valley! 
In  the  arms  of  the  Methodies  last  week, 
and  back  again  to  Beelzeboob  this  week. 
Shure,  I  think  he  was  mad — just  struck 
down  by  a  gurl's  voice  in  a  crowded  tint, 
an'  all  the  people  shouting  round  him 
'Glory  be'!  He  hadn't  been  used  to  it, 
and  him  gettin'  old — that's  what's  the 
matter  with  him." 

"Ah,  you  had  hopes  he  would  join  the ' 


Catholics,  Patsy."  remarked  the  Young 
Doctor,  with  a  careful  edge  to  his  voice. 

"Shure,  I  thought  there  was  that  much 
sense  left  till  him.  There  was  hopes 
he'd  get  the  balance  of  his  mind  in  this 
good  air,  but,  annyhow,  glory  be,  he  didn't 
stay  long  among  thim  Methhodies.  He 
breaks  out  like  a  young  bull,  an'  buys  a 
hotel,  an'  begorra,  he's  goin'  to  run  it 
himself,  too!" 

"So  there's  hope  for  him  yet,  eh?" 

"There's  no  hypokrasy  in  the  Cat'lic 
Church.  Shure,  a  man  can  keep  a  hotel 
or  be  a  doctor ! — it  doesn't  matter  how 
bad  he  is.  The  Church  just  says.  Do  your 
dooty  where  y'are  placed;  whether  it's 
tradin'  with  good  whiskey  or  dosin'  with 
bad  poisin.  If  'iis  so.  Doctor  dear,  thin 
there  y'are.  The  Church  saves  you  in 
spite  of  it.  That's  not  the  way  with  the 
Methodies.  Niver  mind  where  y'are 
placed,  come  out  of  it  they  say.  Come 
out  of  it,  an'  be  a  baker  or  a  tinsmith 
or  a  storekeeper  or  an  insurance  agent, 
or  an  undertaker;  an'  there  y'are! 
Thim's  the  Hevenly  trades  that's  pur- 
sooed  in  the  mansions  in  the  skies.  Aw, 
Doctor  dear,  I  was  afeared  Bill  Minden 
was  losin'  his  mind;  but  I  shouldn't  won- 
der but  some  good  angel  with  a  bottle 
of  Hinnisy's  brandy  stepped  up  till  him 
last  night,  as  he  was  getting  into  bed 
an'  whispered  in  his  ear  what  was  good 
for  him.  So  he  woke  up  in  the  marnin' 
with  an  empty  bottle  in  his  hand  an'  a 
new  mind;  an'  seein'  Warner's  hotel 
yander  he  observed  his  duty  an'  done  it, 
an'  was  saved  from  the  grave  of  the 
hypocrik  an'  the  hell  of  the  lunatic." 

"Well,  I'm  not  so  sure  of  that,"  an- 
swered the  Young  Doctor.     "I'd   like  to 


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hear  what  Minden  says  to  the  class- 
leaders  to-night.  They're  getting  thumb- 
screws ready  for  him,  I  hear.  There 
were  never  any  inquisitors  in  Spain  like 
these,  Patsy.  The  Spanish  crowd  said, 
'Be  of  good  cheer,  for  by  this  you  shall 
be  saved';  while  the  Askatoon  inquisitors 
say,  'Put  out  his  eyes,  cut  off  his  tongue, 
and  let  him  be  damned.'  Kernaghan,  my 
lad,  I'm  not  at  all  sure  there  isn't  a  nigger 
in  William  Minden's  fence.  He'll  roast 
them,  I'm  thinking." 

The  Young  Doctor  was  quite  right. 
There  was  to  be  a  class-meeting  in  the 
evening,  and  at  it  the  prayer-people  would 
sit  in  judgmenron  Minden,  the  converted 
one.  It  was  a  difficult  position.  Mind€n 
had  greatly  increased  the  church  mem- 
bership; he  had  been  an  "instrument  of 
grace,"  the  rescuer  of  the  lost.  Also  he 
had  been  a  rich  source  of  financial  profit, 
and  their  hearts  were  sick  that  this  hotel- 
business  might  force  them  to  expel  him 
from  their  communion.  In  any  one  else 
the  matter  would  have  called  for  re- 
proach and  discipline  only,  but  in  Min- 
den's case,  it  was  a  degrading  return  to 
the  husks  the  swine  did  eat,  and  it  was 
too  notorious  not  to  notice  it  in  a  large 
way. 

Minden  knew  it  all.  He  depended  on 
one  thing,  and  he  went  to  find  it  at  the 
house  of  Mrs.  P'inley.  It  was  five  o'clock 
in  the  afternoon  and  to  his  joy,  Mrs. 
Finley  was  absent  and  Cora  was  at  home. 
He  entered  on  her  at  a  moment  when  she 
was  making  for  supper  what  are  called 
biscuits  in  the  West.  In  her  white  apron 
and  flour-covered  hands,  with  eyes  alight 
and  cheeks  abloom,  with  an  air  of  genteel 
business  about  her,  she  was  a  very  pic- 
ture of  domesticity.  Minden's  heart  grew 
big  with  pride. 

"Peace  bo  to  this  house,"  he  said  \v'ith 
Oriental  quaintness  and  an  Occidental 
smile. 

"And  unto  you,  friend,  also,"  she  re- 
replied,  with  a  joyous  naturalness. 

Presently  she  added,  "I  can't  quite  make 
out  why  it  is,  Mr.  Minden,  that  the  first 
time  we  met,  your  eyes  seemed  familiar 
to  me,  and  just  now  when  you  came  in, 
it  seemed  as  if  I  knew  you  ages  ago  some- 
where." 

A  flush  stole  slowly  over  Minden's  face. 
She  had  startled  him.  It  was  almost  as 
though  she  had  called  him  father. 

"Well,  it  must  ha'  been  all  right  be- 
tween us  ages  ago,"  he  answered,  "for 
you  surely  are  kind  to  me  now.  You  don't 
stand  me  off  as  though  I  ought  to  be 
breakin'  stones." 

"You  have  been  breaking  stones,"  she 
answered.  "You  have  broken  the  stone  of 
many  a  hard  heart;  you've  made  people 
happy  that  were  unhappy  before.  That's 
the  thing  about  religion  which  I  under- 
stand," she  added.  "I  don't  think  I  ever 
had  any^race,  as  mother  understands  it; 
but  helping  someone  that  needs  help  is  my 
religion." 

"You  don't  just  think  all  the  time  about 
saving  your  own  soul,  then?"  asked  her 
vi.sitor. 

"I  think  that's  selfish,"  she  answered. 
"You've  got  to  be  thinking  of  others  or 
you  don't  have  happiness."  Then  while 
wiping  the  flour  from  her  fingers,  she  con- 
tinued: 

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hotel,  isn't  it?  You  weren't  thinking  of 
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T^  OR  A  moment  Minden  was  silent,  then 
■*•  as  though  with  an  effort,  he  replied: 
"No.    I  guess  I  was  selfish  after  all." 

"I  don't  believe  it,"  she  replied  stoutly. 

He  shook  his  head  perplexedly.  "I'll 
tell  you  why  I  bought  that  hotel,  an'  I'm 
telling  you  first  of  all.  I'm  hopin'  too 
you're  not  goin'  to  fly  out  an'  say  shame 
on  me  when  I've  told  you.  I  bought  that 
tavern,  not  to  run  it  as  a  place  where 
anybody  can  get  drunk  if  he  likes  or  play 
cards,  and  shoot  off  his  mouth.  I  bought 
it  for  the  town's  good.  I'm  goin'  to  run  ic 
as  a  temperance  hotel.  Lots  of  people 
know  me  in  the  West,  an'  lots  who  don't 
know  me  want  to  see  me,  as  if  I  was  a 
hyena  in  a  circus;  an'  I'll  draw.  That 
tavern  '11  be  a  home  for  the  weary,  for  the 
traveller  comin'  or  goin'.  I  can  do  more 
good  in  a  temperance  hotel  like  that  than 
ten  churches  can,  for  there'll  be  a  word 
in  season  for  them  that  never  enter  a 
church — not  a  word  of  religion,  but  just 
good  tidin's,  just  a  sort  of  sense  of  bein' 
all  right." 

She  clapped  her  hands.  "There,  I  was 
sure  you  meant  something  good  by  it, 
but  I  see  now  how  a  big  mind  thinks." 

"Say,  don't  talk  like  that,"  Minden  an- 
swered with  blinking  eyes,  while  longing 
to  kiss  the  spot  on  the  top  of  her  head 
where  the  light  burnished  her  hair.  "I'll 
tell  you  what  my  plans  are,  because  you're 
the  only  person  that  can  help  me  carry 
'em  out.  If  you  say  yes,  then  both  of  us 
together  can  make  your  mother  say  yes. 
She  can  be  made  to  say  it,"  he  con- 
tinued almost  introspectively.  "You  don't 
know  what  I  want?  Well,  listen.  Your 
mother  told  me  a  week  ago  that  this 
house  has  been  sold  by  her  landlord,  and 
she  has  to  give  up  and  get  out.  Well,  I 
want  her  to  come  and  help  me  make  that 
temperance  hotel  go — the  first  ever  started 
out  here  in  a  big  way,  an'  I  want  you  and 
her  to  come  and  live  there.  We  can  prove 
a  hotel  can  be  made  like  a  home;  we  can 
make  it  a  real  reef-me-in  rest-house.  Not 
a  drop  of  liquor  '11  ever  enter  it,  if  I  can 
help  it;  but  I  can't  do  it  alone.  There's 
not  one  in  a  million  has  got  the  sense  of 
home  your  mother  has.  She  can  make 
that  place  seem  a  home.  We  can  kill 
two  or  three  of  the  small  taverns,  and  give 
the  men  that's  running  them  work  in  our 
place;  for  half  the  men  that  run  taverns 
are  sober  and  hate  drink;  they  see  too 
much  of  it.  Don't  you  take  what  I'm 
driving  at?     Will  you  do  it?" 

She  certainly  did  not  see  all  that  he 
was  driving  at.  What  he  wanted  was 
this  daughter  of  his  and  her  reputed 
mother  under  his  own  roof,  where  he 
could  see  them  every  day,  in  the  many 
hours  of  every  day,  and  share  with  this 
wonderful  girl  the  life  of  a  home.  As  he 
awaited  her  reply  his  eyes  grew  bigger 
with  intense  scrutiny  and  suspense. 

U"  ER  EYES  like  his  were  expanding, 
*■  -■■  she  too  saw  a  vision ;  it  was  the 
vision  of  a  man's  work  and  constructive 
power,  brought  within  the  range  of  her 
own   co-operation. 

"Splendid  —  it's  splendid!"  she  ex- 
claimed. "Of  course  I'll  do  it,  if  mother 
will ;  and  she  must.  She  certainly  must 
do  it.  Isn't  it  a  great,  big,  magnificent 
plan !  That's  religion,"  she  continued. 
"It  isn't  getting  at  a  lot  of  people  at 
Church  on  a  Sunday,  and  a  few  at  class- 
meetings  in  the  week;  but  it's  getting  at 
people  coming  and  going,  and  going  and 
coming,  and  sitting  and  resting  in  a 
place  where  things  are  taught  without 


words.  Oh,  dear,  I  wish  mother  would 
come — but  here  she  is!"  she  added,  as  the 
gate  clicked. 

A  moment  later  Mrs.  Finley  was  in- 
side the  room,  quickly  perceiving  an  at- 
mosphere of  excitement. 

"What  is  it?"  she  asked  with  a  look 
of  suspicion  and  reproof  in  her  face,  for 
she  had  heard  of  Minden's  new  adven- 
ture with  alarm  and  pain. 

"Now  don't  you  offer  to  shake  hands 
till  I've  told  you  everything,"  Minden 
said.  "I've  been  telling  her  because  in- 
stinct would  tell  her  what  to  do,  but  it 
would  be  good,  full-grown  common  sense 
with  you.  I  was  more  afraid  of  her  than 
you,  because  you'd  make  up  your  mind  on 
the  merits  and  she'd  make  up  her's  on  her 
feelings." 

'Tp  HOUGH  Mrs.  Finley  was  distressed 
-*■  and  provoked  at  what  she  had  heard 
about  the  tavern,  there  was  a  feeling  for 
this  man  she  could  not  conquer.  He  was 
a  link  with  her  old  happy  past.  He  had 
given  her  joy  through  this  child  of  his. 
In  spite  of  everything  she  believed  in 
him. 

"Well,  I'd  like  a  cup  of  tea  first,"  she 
answered.  "Maybe  you'll  get  it,  Cora, 
while  we  talk,"  she  added  to  the  girl. 

Cora  nodded,  but  before  she  left  the 
room,  she  said,  "Please  remember  I  want 
you  to  do  what  he  wants  you  to  do." 

When  she  reurned  ten  minutes  later, 
she  saw  what  she  had  seen  but  a  few 
times  in  her  life,  tears  in  Mrs.  Finley's 
eyes. 

"We've  got  to  do  it,  Cora;  it's  a  clear 
message  from  on  high,"  Mrs.  Finley  said. 

Almost  with  an  air  of  benevolence  Cora 
watched  the  two  drink  their  tea.  It 
seemed  to  herself  that  she  was  removed 
to  a  height  above  them  both.  In  the  man 
there  was  a  great  human  passion  work- 
ing; in  the  woman's  mind  there  was  a 
conviction  of  a  message  from  on  high ; 
in  the  girl's  there  was  a  romance  of 
doing  good,  of  helping  her  fellow-crea- 
tures, a  view  of  something  splendid,  a 
sweet  indefinite  promise  of  the  future. 
It  was  something  bigger  than  herself,  and 
there  was  in  it  neither  spiritual  fana- 
ticism nor  human  vanity;  only  the  jeal- 
ous wisdom  and  aspiration  of  youth. 

CHAPTER  V. 

SANCTUARY. 

CO  FAR  Minden  had  had  his  way  in 
^everything  in  Askatoon.  He  had  gone 
from  sensation  to  sensation  like  the  great 
adventurer  he  had  always  been.  First 
the  bogey  man  with  a  bad  reputation, 
moving  like  a  threatening  cloud  among 
them  all;  then  the  open-handed  philan- 
thropist who  never  turned  a  marble  heart 
to  anyone  in  misery  or  any  good  cause; 
then  school-trustee;  later  the  repentant 
sinner  from  whom  there  had  been  more 
joy  than  over  the  ninety-and-nine  who 
needed  no  repentance;  then  Mayor;  and 
after  that  the  greatest  sensation  of  all : 
the  transportation  of  Mrs.  Finley  and  her 
daughter  to  the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel.  There 
the  capable,  pious  widow-woman  with  the 
cameo-brooch  and  the  medieval  head  be- 
came the  organizer  of  a  larger  domestic 
scheme  than  she  had  ever  known.  Fifty- 
five  years  old  she  was,  the  management 
of  this  large  and  various  business  did 
not  prove  too  great  for  her  capacity. 

It  had  been  a  moment  of  great  heart 
searching  on  the  part  of  the  Methodist 


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community  when,  in  the  sacred  enclosure 
of  the  class-meeting,  Minden  unfolded  his 
plan,  and  Mrs.  Finley  made  a  decisive 
little  speech  in  which  she  declared  that 
she  was  called  to  do  this  thing;  that  the 
spirit  had  spoken  to  her;  and  that  as  the 
work  had  to  be  done  she  was  calmly  sure 
that  she  could  do  it  as  well,  even  a  little 
better,  than  anybody  else.  Two  or  three 
women  present  sniffed  at  this  self-con- 
fidence, but  on  the  whole  she  was  taken 
at  her  own  valuation.  That  she,  how- 
ever, who  had  been  the  converted  ex- 
criminal's  most  austere  critic,  should 
leave  her  little  home  and  become  the 
housekeeper  of  his  big  tavern  was  a  large 
mouthful  for  these  finicking  religious 
feeders  to  swallow.  There  were  two  or 
three  women  present  who,  if  they  had 
dared,  would  have  said,  "Why  don't  you 
marry  him  at  once  and  have  done  with 
it!" 

Good  people  as  they  were,  it  was  nat- 
ural they  should  be  anxious  that  Mrs. 
Finley  should  not  be  a  hypocrite;  that 
the  situation  should  be  outwardly  what 
it  really  was  inwardly;  for  Mrs.  Finley 
had  no  more  idea  of  a  closer  association 
with  Minden  than  he  had,  and  it  was  as 
distant  from  his  mind  as  Gehenna  from 
Guadalupe.  Minden  was  obsessed  by  one 
idea  only — the  home  where  his  "little 
gal"  would  be. 

It  was  not  a  home  such  as  he  would 
have  liked;  that  is,  a  kind  of  stockade 
which  should  shut  out  the  whole  savage 
world.  With  the  constant  coming  and 
going  through  its  doorways  of  hundreds 
of  travellers,  the  Rest  Awhile  Tavtrn  was 
only  a  home  like  the  Arab's  tent  or  the 
Gipsy's  van;  though  there  were  two  se- 
cluded sets  of  rooms  at  either  end  of  the 
capacious  hostel,  where  the  peace  of  home 
had  its  habitat.  Also  there  was  a  little 
dining  room  common  to  the  three,  where 
they  met  at  least  three  times  a  day; 
and  by  Minden's  careful  ingenuity,  there 
were  many  incidental  meetings  with  the 
girl  who  was  the  apple  of  his  eye.  Aska- 
toon  watched  the  career  of  the  Rest 
'  Awhile  Hotel  with  abnormal  scrutiny. 
Scores  of  wayfarers,  attracted  by  the 
unique  character  of  the  place,  hoped  to 
find  a  bottle  behind  a  door  somewhere,  or 
a  secret  panel  which  shielded  some  stimu- 
lant; but  it  was  not  long  before  the 
public  became  aware  that  the  Rest 
Awhile  Hotel  was  in  fact,  as  in  name,  a 
temperance  hotel,  where  sarsaparilla, 
lemonade,  ginger-beer,  ginger-ale,  and 
Adam's  ale  (pure  cold  water),  were  the 
only  drinks  to  be  had,  besides  tea,  coffee 
or  cocoa.  No  drunken  man  ever  kept  a 
foot  within  the  Rest  Awhile,  and  at  last 
it  came  to  be  understood  that  Minden's 
scheme  was  working  well.  Then  the  re- 
ligious community  began  to  imagine  it 
was  they  who  had  devised  this  wonder- 
ful social  reform,  wherein  the  ccmforts 
of  home  were  united  with  the  adventur- 
ous excitement  of  a  pious  summer  picnic. 

A  S  MAYOR,  Minden  did  his  work  well 
-^*  and  wisely,  and  the  business  of  the 
town  was  run  economically.  Only  in  the 
stationery  department  was  there  extra- 
vagance. His  large  way  of  doing  things, 
his  open-handedness,  were  expressed  in 
the  hand-writing  which  enabled  him,  by 
crowding,  to  put  as  many  as  fifty  words 
on  a  sheet  of  foolscap;  and  if  his  fluency 
in  writing  had  been  like  his  spasmodic 
fluency  in  speech  the  Mayor's  archives 
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As  Patsy  Kernaghan  said  to  the  Youn? 
Doctor:  ^ 

"If  he's  goin'  on  being  Mayor  we'li 
have  to  build  a  paper-mill,  or  he'll  have 
to  get  a  sicretairy." 

"Well,  there  is  Miss  Pinley,"  remarked 
the  Young  Doctor,  with  a  queer  look. 

Kernaghan  nodded  and  jerked  an  ap- 
proving hand.  "Aw,  yis,  longhand  an' 
shorthand  an'  anny  hand,  she  knows,  that 
gurl.  She  winds  Bill  Minden  round  her 
little  finger.  Shure,  she's  always  bin  the 
same  since  the  first  day  he  come  an'  phe 
smiled  a  soft  word  till  him,  walking  out 
of  the  gate  of  the  Central  School.  Don't 
you  remember  that,  Doctor  dear?  Didn't 
I   tell    it   till    ye?" 

_    "Yes,"    answered    the   Young    Doctor, 
I  remember  it  well  enough.     He's  that 
fond  of  her,  she  might  be  his  own  daugh- 
ter." * 

"His  own  daughter!  Do  ye  mean  that 
peach  blossom  from  the  wild  tree  in  the 
garden  of  Eden  —  that  peach  blossom 
belong  to  the  wicked  old  lupus  tree  with 
the  Dead   Sea  fruit  on  it?     Aw,   Doctor 


dear,  is  there  anny  lunacy  in  v'r 
family?"  * 

The  Young  Doctor  had  never  whis- 
pered his  suspicions  to  a  human  being. 
As  the  West  says,  he  never  hutted  in. 
It  was  the  soul  of  his  business,  the 
etiquette  of  his  life  that  he  should  be 
called  in.  So,  until  the  time  came,  until 
he  should  be  called  in,  if  that  ever  was 
to  be,  no  one  should  guess  what  he 
thought  Minden's  story  was,  or  what  was 
the  secret  of  the  firm  of  Minden,  Finley 
and  Finley. 

■LJ  E  WAS  quite  right.  There  was  ap- 
'^  -*■  proaching  the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel 
an  event,  the  one  hand  of  which  held  hap- 
piness, while  from  the  other  streamed 
the  black  end  of  the  midnight  road. 

Minden  had  treasured  up  all  the  late 
newspaper  reports  which  told  of  his  con- 
version, vividly  set  forth  against  his  past 
umbrageous  career.  Some  sneered  at  his 
getting  religion,  some  hinted  at  the  habit 
of  the  pig  returning  to  its  wallow,  calling 
him  a  natural-born  criminal. 
To  he  Continued. 


In  Merry  Mexico 

Continued  from  page  18. 


.The  clerk  turned  to  an  assistant  at  a 
desk  in  a  corner  of  the  room. 

"Where's  Frank  working  this  morn- 
ing?" he  asked. 

"Over  down  in  the  gulch,"  said  the 
other,  turning  round  for  a  moment. 
"There's  an  attack  of  American  cavalry 
this  morning." 

^^  "Oh,  yes,  I  forgot,"  said  the  chief  clerk. 
"I  thought  it  was  the  Indian  Massacre, 
but  I  guess  that's  for  to-morrow.  Go 
straight  to  the  end  of  the  street  and  turn 
left  about  a  half  a  mile  and  you'll  find 
the  boys  down  there." 

We  thanked  him  and  withdrew. 

"\X/"E  PASSED  across  the  open  plaza, 
and  went  down  a  narrow  side  road, 
bordered  here  and  there  with  adobe 
houses,  and  so  out  into  the  open  country. 
Here  the  hills  rose  again  and  the  road 
that  we  followed  wound  sharply  round  a 
turn  into  a  deep  gorge,  bordered  with 
rocks  and  sage  brush.  We  had  no  sooner 
turned  the  curve  of  the  road  than  we  came 
upon  a  scene  of  great  activity.  Men  in 
Mexican  costume  were  running  to  and 
fro  apparently  arranging  a  sort  of  bar- 
ricade at  the  side  of  the  road.  Others 
seemed  to  be  climbing  the  rocks  on  the 
further  side  of  the  gorge,  as  if  seeking 
points  of  advantage.  I  noticed  that  all 
were  armed  with  rifles  and  machetes  and 
pres_ented  a  formidable  appearance.  Of 
Villa  himself  I  could  see  nothing.  But 
there  was  a  grim  reality  about  the  glit- 
tering knives,  the  rifles  and  the  maxim 
guns  that  I  saw  concealed  in  the  sage 
brush  beside  the  road. 

"What  is  it?"  I  asked  of  a  man  who 
was  standing  idle,  watching  the  scene 
from  the  same  side  of  the  road  as  our- 
selves. 

".attack  of  American  cavalary,"  he  said 
nonchalantly. 

"Here!"  I  gasped. 

"Yep,  in  about  ten  minutes:  soon  as 
they  are  ready." 

"Where's  Villa?" 

"It's  him  they're  attacking.  They  chase 


him  here,  see!  This  is  an  ambush.  Villa 
rounds  on  them  right  here,  and  they  fight 
to  a  finish!" 

"Great  Heavens!"  I  exclaimed.  "How 
do  you  know  that?" 

"Know  it?  Why,  because  I  seen  it.  Ain't 
they  been  trying  it  out  for  three  days? 
Why,  I'd  be  in  it  myself  only  I'm  off  work 
— got  a  sore  toe  yesterday — horse  stepped 
on  it." 

All  this  was,  of  course,  quite  unintel- 
ligible to  me. 

"But  it's  right  here  where  they're  going 
to  fight?"  I  asked. 

"Sure,"  said  the  American,  as  he  moved 
carelessly  aside  "as  soon  as  the  boss  gets 
it  all  ready." 

T  NOW  noticed  for  the  first  time  a  heavy- 
-'■  looking  man  in  an  American  tweed 
suit  and  a  white  plug  hat,  moving  to  and 
fro  calling  out  directions  with  an  air  of 
authority. 

"Here!"  he  shouted,  "what  in  h 1 

are  you  doing  with  that  machine  gun ! 
You've  got  it  clean  out  of  focus.  Here, 
Jose,  come  in  closer — that's  right — steady 
there  now,  and  don't  forget,  at  the  second 
whistle  you  and  Pete  are  dead.  Here,  you, 
Pete,  how  in  thunder  do  you  think  you  can 
die  there?  You're  all  out  of  the  picture 
hidden  by  that  there  sage  bush.  That's 
no  place  to  die.  And,  boys,  remember  one 
thing,  now,  die  slow.  Ed." — he  turned 
and  called  apparently  to  some  one  invis- 
ible behind  the  rocks — "when  them  two 
boys  is  killed,  turn  her  round  on  them, 
slew  her  round  good  and  get  them  centre 
focus.  Now  then,  are  you  all  set? 
Ready?" 

At  this  moment  the  speaker  turned  and 
saw  Raymon  and  myself.  "Here,  youse," 
he  shouted,  "get  further  back;  you're  in 
the  picture.  Or,  say,  no,  stay  right  where 
you  are.  You,"  he  said,  pointing  to  me, 
"stay  right  where  you  are  and  I'll  give 
you  a  dollar  to  just  hold  that  horror; 
you  understand ;  just  keep  on  registering 
it.  Don't  do  another  thing;  just  register 
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His  words  were  meaningless  to  me.  I 
had  never  known  before  that  it  was  pos- 
sible to  make  money  by  merely  registering 
my  face. 

"No,  no,"  cried  out  Raymon,  "my 
friend  here  is  not  wanting  work.  He  has 
a  message,  a  message  of  great  importance 
for   General   Villa." 

"Well,"  called  back  the  boss,  "he'll  have 
to  wait.  We  can't  stop  now.  All  ready, 
boy  s  ?     On  e — two — n  o  w ! " 

AND  WITH  that  he  put  a  whistle  toTiis 
■^*-    lips  and  blew  a  long  shrill  blast. 

Then  in  a  moment  the  whole  scene  was 
transformed.  Rifle  shots  rang  out  from 
every  crag  and  bush  that  bordered  the 
gully. 

A  wild  scamper  of  horses'  hoofs  was 
heard  and  in  a  moment  there  came  tear- 
ing down  the  road  a  whole  troop  of  mount- 
ed Mexicans,  evidently  in  flight,  for  they 
turned  and  fired  from  their  saddles  as 
they  rode.  The  horses  that  carried  them 
were  wild  with  excitement  and  flecked 
with  foam.  The  Mexican  cavalry  men 
shouted  and  yelled,  brandishing  their 
machetes  arjd  firing  their  revolvers.  Here 
and  there  a  horse  and  rider  fell  to  the 
ground  in  a  great  whirl  of  sand  and  dust. 
In  the  thick  of  the  press,  a  leader  of  fer- 
ocious aspect,  mounted  upon  a  gigantic 
black  horse,  waved  his  sombrero  about 
his  head. 

"Villa  —  it  is  Villa!"  cried  Raymon, 
tense  with  excitement;  "is  he  not  magni- 
(ico?  But  look!  Look — the  Americanos! 
They  are   coming!" 

T  T  WAS  a  glorious  sight  to  see  them 
^  as  they  rode  madly  on  the  heels  of  the 
Mexicans — a  whole  company  of  Ameri- 
can cavalry,  their  horses  shoulder  to 
shoulder,  the  men  bent  low  in  their  sad- 
dles, their  carbines  gripped  in  their 
hands.  They  rode  in  squadrons  and  in 
line,  not  like  the  shouting,  confused  mass 
of  the  Mexicans — but  steady,  disciplined, 
irresistible. 

On  the  right  flank  in  front  a  grey- 
haired  officer  steadied  the  charging  line. 

The  excitement  of  it  was  maddening. 

"Go  it,"  I  shouted  in  uncontrollable 
emotion.  "Your  Mexicans  are  licked, 
Raymon,  they're  no  good!" 

"But  look!"  said  Raymon;  "see — the 
ambush,  the  ambuscade!" 

For  as  they  reached  the  centre  of  the 
gorge  in  front  of  us  the  Mexicans  sud- 
denly checked  their  horses,  bringing  them 
plunging  on  their  haunches  in  the  dust, 
and  then  swung  round  upon  their  pur- 
suers, while  from  every  crag  and  bush  at 
the  side  of  the  gorge  the  concealed  rifle- 
men sprang  into  view — and  the  sputter- 
ing of  the  machine  guns  swept  the  ad- 
vancing column  with  a  volley. 

We  could  see  the  American  line  checked 
as  with  the  buflfet  of  a  great  wave,  men 
and  horses  rolling  in  the  road.  Through 
the  smoke  one  saw  the  grey-haired  leader, 
dismounted,  his  uniform  torn,  his  hat 
gone,  but  still  brandishing  his  sword  and 
calling  his  orders  to  his  men,  his  face  as 
one  caught  in  a  flash  of  sunlight,  steady 
and  fearless.  His  words  I  could  not  hear, 
but  one  saw  the  American  cavalry,  still 
unbroken,  dismount,  thrown  themselves 
behind  their  horses,  and  fire  with  steady 
aim  into  the  mass  of  Mexicans.  We  could 
see  the  Mexicans  in  front  of  where  we 
stood  falling  thick  and  fast,  in  little  hud- 
dled bundles  of  color,  kicking  the  sand. 
The  man  Pete  had  gone  down  right  in  the 


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foreground  and  was  breathinK  out  his 
soul  before  our  eyes. 

"Well  done,"  I  shouted.  "Go  to  it, 
boys!  You  can  lick 'em  yet!  Hurrah  for 
the  United  States.  Look  Raymon,  look! 
They've  shot  down  the  crew  of  the  ma- 
chine guns.  See,  see — the  Mexicans  are 
turning  to  run — at'  em,  boys! — they're 
waving  the  American  flag!  There  it  is 
in  all  the  thick  of  the  smoke!  Hark! 
There's  the  bugle  call  to  mount  again! 
They're  going  to  charge  again!  Here 
they  come!" 

As  the  American  cavalry  came  tearing 
forward,  the  Mexicans  leaped  from  their 
places  with  gestures  of  mingled  rage  and 
terror  as  if  about  to  break  and  run. 

The  battle,  had  it  continued,  could  have 
but  one  end. 

But  at  this  moment  we  heard  from  the 
town  behind  us  the  long  sustained  note 
of  a  steam  whistle  blowing  the  hour  of 
noon. 

In  an  instant  the  firing:  ceased. 

'T*HE  BATTLE  stopped.  The  Mexi- 
■*■  cans  picked  themselves  up  off  the 
ground  and  began  brushing  off  the  dust 
from  their  black  velvet  jackets.  The 
American  cavalry  reined  in  their  horses. 
Dead  Pete  came  to  life.  General  Villa 
and  the  American  leader  and  a  number  of 
others  strolled  over  towards  the  boss,  who 
stood  beside  the  fence  vociferating  his 
comments. 

"That  won't  do!"  he  was  shouting. 
"That  won't  do!  Where  in  blazes  was 
that  infernal  Sister  of  Mercy?  Miss  Jen- 
kinson !"  and  he  called  to  a  tall  girl,  whom 
I  now  noticed  for  the  first  time  among 
the  crowd,  wearing  a  sort  of  khaki  cos- 
tume and  a  short  skirt  and  carrying  a 
water  bottle  in  a  strap.  "You  never  got 
into  the  picture  at  all.  I  want  you  right 
in  there  among  the  horses,  under  their 
feet." 

"Land  sakes!"  said  the  Sister  of  Mercy. 
"You  ain't  got  no  right  to  ask  me  to  go 
in  there  among  them  horses  and  be 
trampled." 

"Ain't  you  paid  to  be  trampled?"  said 
the  manager  angrily.  Then  as  he  caught 
sight  of  Villa  he  broke  off  and  said: 
"Frank,  you  boys  done  fine.  It's  going 
to  be  a  good  act,  all  right.  But  it  ain't 
.just  got  the  right  amount  of  ginger  in 
it  yet.  We'll  try  her  over  again,  any- 
way." 

"Now,  boys,"  he  continued,  calling  out 
to  the  crowd  with  a  voice  like  a  mega- 
phone, "this  afternoon  at  three-thirty — 
Hospital  scene.  I  only  want  the  wounded, 
the  doctors  and  the  Sisters  of  Mercy.  All 
the  rest  of  youse  is  free  till  ten  to-morrow 
— for  the  Indian  Massacre.  Everybody 
up  for  that." 


T  T  WAS  an  hour  or  two  later  that  I  had 
-»■  my  interview  with  Villa  in  a  back 
room  of  the  little  posada,  or  inn,  of  the 
town.  The  General  had  removed  his 
ferocious  wig  of  straight  black  hair,  and 
substituted  a  check  suit  for  his  war-like 
costume.  He  had  washed  the  darker  part 
of  the  paint  off  his  face  —  in  fact,  he 
looked  once  again  the  same  Frank  Villa 
that  I  used  to  know  when  he  kept  his 
Mexican  cigar  store  in  Montreal. 

"Well,  Frank,"  I  said,  "I'm  afraid  I 
came  down  here  under  a  misunderstand- 
ing." 

"Looks  like  it,"  said  the  General,  as  he 
rolled  a  cigarette. 

"And  you  wouldn't  care  to  go  back  even 
for  the  offer  that  I  am  commissioned  to 


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ike — your  old  job  back  again,  and  half 

profits  on  a  new  cigar  to  be  called 
^  Francesco  Villa?" 
The  General  shook  his  head. 
'It  sounds  good,  all  right,"  he  said,  "but 
s  moving  picture  business  is  better." 
'I  see,"  I  said.  "I  hadn't  understood, 
thought  there  really  was  a  revolution 
re  in   Mexico." 

'No,"  said  Villa,  shaking  his  head, 
een  no  revolution  down  here  for  years 
not  sinde  Diaz.  The  picture  companies 
Tie  in  and  took  the  whole  thing  over; 
jy  made  us  a  fair  offer — so  much  a  reel 
■aight  out,  and  a  royalty,  and  let  us 
'ide  up  the  territory  as  we  liked.  The 
St  film  we  done  was  the  bombardment 
Vera  Cruz — say,  that  was  a  dandy — 
1  you  see  it?" 
'No,"  I  said. 
"They  had  us  all  in  that,"  he  continued. 

done  an  American  Marine.  Lots  of 
3ple  think  it  all  real  when  they  see  it." 

Why,"  I  said,  "nearly  everybody  does. 

■en  the  President " 

'Oh,  I  guess  he  knows,"  said  Villa,  "but, 
u  see,  there's  tons  of  money  in  it  and 

good  for  business,  and  he's  too  decent 
nan  to  give  it  away.  Say,  I  heard  the 
ys  saying  there's  a  war  in  Europe.  I 
mder  what  company  got  that  up,  eh? 
it  I  don't  believe  it'll  draw.    There  ain't 

scenery  for  it  that  we  have  in  Mexico." 

Alas!"  murmured  Raymon.  "Our 
autiful  Mexico.  To  what  is  she  fallen ! 
>eding  only  water,  air,  light  and  soil  to 
ike  her " 

Come  on,  Raymon,"  I  said,  "let's  go 
me. 


Into  the  Abyss 

Continued  from  page  67. 

rned  the  lamp  off  and  allowed  his  eyes 
grow  accustomed  to  the  profound  ob- 
irity. 

N  THIS  he  was  wise.  After  some  min- 
utes the  velvety  blackness  became  a 
inslucent  blackness,  and  then  far  away, 
d  as  faint  as  the  zodiacal  light  of  an 
iglish  summer  evening,  he  saw  shapes 
)ving  below.  He  judged  these  crea- 
res  had  detached  his  cable  and  were 
wing  him  along  the  sea  bottom. 
And  then  he  saw  something  faint  and 
mote  across  the  undulations  of  the  sub- 
irine  plain,  a  broad  horizon  of  pale 
minosity  that  extended  this  way  and 
at  way  as  far  as  the  range  of  his  little 
ndow  permitted  him  to  see.  To  this  he 
»s  being  towed,  as  a  ballon  might  be 
wed  by  men  out  of  the  open  country 
to  a  town.  He  approached  it  very  slow- 
and  very  slowly  the  dim  irradiation 
IS  gathered  together  into  more  definite 
apes. 

It  was  nearly  five  o'clock  before  he  came 
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lOut  as  a  vast  roofless  erection  that  was 
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ive  the  place  an  appearance  as  if  it 
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shot  like  shining  minarets  and  lilies  of 
filmy  light  out  of  the  general  glow  of  the 
city.  In  the  open  spaces  of  the  place  he 
could  see  a  stirring  movement  as  of 
crowds  of  people,  but  he  was  too  many 
fathoms  above  them  to  distinguish  the 
individuals  in  those  crowds. 

'  I  *HEN  slowly  they  pulled  him  down, 
■*■  and  as  they  did  so  the  details  of  the 
place  crept  slowly  upon  his  apprehension. 
He  saw  that  the  courses  of  the  cloudy 
buildings  were  marked  out  with  beaded 
lines  of  round  objects,  and  then  he  per- 
ceived that  at  several  points  below  him  in 
broad  open  spaces  were  forms  like  the 
encrusted  shapes  of  ships. 

Slowly  and  surely  he  was  drawn  down, 
and  the  forms  below  him  became  brighter, 
clearer  and  more  distinct.  He  was  being 
pulled  down,  he  perceived,  towards  the 
large  building  in  the  centre  of  the  town, 
and  he  could  catch  a  glimpse  ever  and 
again  of  the  multitudinous  forms  that 
were  lugging  at  his  cord.  He  was  aston- 
ished to  see  that  the  rigging  of  one  of  the 
ships,  which  formed  such  a  prominent 
feature  of  the  place,  was  crowded  with  a 
host  of  gesticulating  figures  regarding 
him,  and  then  the  walls  of  the  great  build- 
ing rose  about  him  silently,  and  hid  the 
city  from  his  eyes. 

And  such  walls  they  were,  of  water- 
logged wood,  and  twisted  wire  rope  and 
iron  spars,  and  copper,  and  the  bones  and 
skulls  of  dead  men. 

The  skulls  ran  in  curious  zig-zag  lines 
and  spirals  and  fantastic  curves  over  the 
building;  and  in  and  out  of  their  eye- 
sockets,  and  over  the  whole  surface  of  the 
place,  lurked  and  played  a  multitude  of 
silvery  little  fishes. 

And  now  he  was  at  such  a  level  that  he 
could  see  these  strange  people  of  the 
abyss  plainly  once  more.  To  his  astonish- 
ment, he  perceived  that  they  were  pros- 
trating themselves  before  him,  all  save 
one,  dressed  as  it  seemed  in  a  robe  of 
placoid  scales,  and  crowned  with  a  lum- 
inous diadem,  who  stood  with  his  rep- 
tilian mouth  opening  and  shutting  as 
though  he  led. the  chanting  of  the  wor- 
shippers. 

They  continued  worshipping  him,  with- 
out rest  or  intermission,  for  the  spar«  of 
three  hours. 

MOST  circumstantial  was  Elstead's  ac- 
count of  this  astounding  city  and  its 
people,  these  people  of  perpetual  night, 
who  have  never  seen  sun  or  moon  or  stars, 
green  vegetation,  nor  any  living  air- 
breathing  creatures,  who  know  nothing 
of  fire,  nor  any  light  but  the  phosphores- 
cent light  of  living  things. 

Startling  as  is  his  story,  it  is  yet  more 
startling  to  find  that  scientific  men,  of 
such  eminence  as  Adams  and  Jenkins,  find 
nothing  incredible  in  it.  They  tell  me 
they  see  no  reason  why  intelligent,  water- 
breathing,  vertebrated  creatures  inured 
to  a  low  temperature  and  enormous  pres- 
sure, and  of  such  a  heavy  structure,  that 
neither  alive  nor  dead  would  they  float, 
might  not  live  upon  the  bottom  of  the 
deep  sea,  and  quite  unsuspected  by  us, 
descendants  like  ourselves  of  the  great 
Theriomorpha  of  the  New  Red  Sandstone 
age. 

We  should  be  known  to  them,  however, 
as  strange  meteoric  creatures  wont  to 
fall  catastrophically  dead  out  of  the  my- 
sterious blackness  of  their  watery  sky. 
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rainiriK  down  out  of  the  night.  Some- 
times sinking  things  would  smite  down 
and  crush  them,  as  if  it  were  the  judg- 
ment of  some  unseen  ptower  above,  and 
sometimes  would  come  things  of  the  ut- 
most rarity  or  utility  or  shapes  of  in- 
spiring suggestion.  One  can  understand, 
perhaps,  something  of  their  behaviour  at 
the  descent  of  a  living  man,  of  the  things 
a  barbaric  people  might  do,  to  whom  an 
enhaloed  shining  creature  came  suddenly 
out  of  the  sky. 

A  T  ONE  time  or  another  Elstead  pro- 
-^*-  bably  told  the  officers  of  the  Piarmi- 
fian  every  detail  of  his  strange  twelve 
hours  in  the  abyss.  That  he  also  intended 
to  write  them  down  is  certain,  but  he 
never  did,  and  so  unhappily  we  have  to 
piece  together  the  discrepant  fragments 
of  his  .story  from  the  reminiscences  of 
Commander  Simmons,  Weybridge,  Stee- 
vens,  Lindley  and  the  others. 

We  see  the  thing  darkly  in  fragmentary 
glimpses— the  huge  ghostly  building,  the 
bowing,  chanting  people,  with  their  dark, 
chameleon-like  heads  and  faintly  lumin- 
ous forms,  and  Elstead,  with  his  ligh*- 
turned  on  again,  vainly  trying  to  convey 
to  their  minds  that  the  cord  by  which  the 
sphere  was  held  was  to  be  severed.  Min- 
ute after  minute  slipped  away,  and  El- 
stead, looking  at  his  watch,  was  horrified 
to  find  that  he  had  oxygen  only  for  four 
hours  more.  But  the  chant  in  his  honor 
kept  on  as  remorselessly  as  if  it  was  the 
marching  song  of  his  approaching  death. 

The  manner  of  his  release  he  does  not 
understand,  but  to  judge  by  the  end  of 
cord  that  hung  from  the  sphere,  it  had 
been  cut  through  by  rubbing  against  the 
edge  of  the  altar.  Abruptly  the  sphere 
rolled  over,  and  he  swept  up,  out  of  their 
world,  as  an  ethereal  creature,  clothed 
in  a  vacuum,  would  sweep  through  our 
own  atmosphere  back  to  its  native  ether 
again.  He  must  have  torn  out  of  their 
sight  as  a  hydrogen  bubble  hastens  up- 
wards from  our  air.  A  strange  ascension 
it  must  have  seemed  to  them. 

The  sphere  rushed  up  with  even  greater 
velocity  than,  when  weighted  with  the  lead 
sinkers,  it  had  rushed  down.  It  became 
exceedingly  hot.  It  drove  up  with  the 
windows  uppermost,  and  he  remembers 
the  torrent  of  bubbles  frothing  against 
the  glass.  Every  moment  he  expected  this 
to  fly.  Then  suddenly  something  like  a 
huge  wheel  seemed  to  be  released  in  his 
head,  the  padded  compartment  began 
spinning  about  him,  and  he  fainted.  His 
next  recollection  was  of  his  cabin,  and  of 
the  doctor's   voice. 

But  that  is  the  substance  of  the  extra- 
ordinary story  that  Elstead  related  in 
fragments  to  the  officers  of  the  Ptarmi- 
gan.. He  promised  to  write  it  all  down  at 
a  later  date.  His  mind  was  chiefly  oc- 
cupied with  the  improvement  of  his  ap- 
paratus, which  was  effected  at  Rio. 

It  remains  only  to  tell  that  on  February 
2nd,  1896,  he  made  his  second  descent 
into  the  ocean  abyss,  with  the  improve- 
ments his  first  experience  suggested. 
What  happened  we  shall  probably  never 
know.  He  never  returned.  The  Ptarmi- 
f/an  beat  about  the  point  of  his  submer- 
sion, seeking  him  in  vain  for  thirteen 
days.  Then  she  returned  to  Rio,  and  the 
news  was  telegraphed  to  his  friends.  So 
the  matter  remains  for  the  present.  But 
it  is  hardly  probable  that  any  further  at- 
tempt will  be  made  to  verify  his  strange 
story  of  these  hitherto  unsuspected  cities 
cf  the  deep  sea. 


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No.  5 


Contents 


TEN  MILLION  DOLLARS  FOR  THE 
ASKING 9 

STEPHfiN  LEACOCK. 

— Illustrated  by  C.  W.  Jcfferys. 

THE  SITUATION  IN  THE  UNITED 

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Volume  XXX 


MARCH,  1917 


Number  5 


Ten  Million  Dollars  for  the  Asking 

An  Offer  to  the  Government  of  Canada 


By  Stephen  Leacock 

Who  wrote  "In  Dry  Toronto,"  "In  Merry  Mexico,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  C.  W.  Jefferys 


IT  IS  a  well  known  fact  that  throughout 
his  later  life  Mark  Twain  was  con- 
stantly harassed  and  distressed  by  the 
fact  that  people  refused  to  take  him  in 
earnest.  Like  all  persons  of  a  so-called 
humorous  temperament,  his  true  interest 
lay  in  the  underlying  realities  of  life,  and 
not  in  the  lights  and  shadows  that  flicked 
across  its  surface.  Hence  from  time  to 
lime  he  was  moved  to  violent  outbursts  of 
feeling,  to  fierce  denunciations  of  wrong 
and  to  expressions  of  passionate  sym- 
pathy with  the  oppressed.  All  of  these 
the  public,  who  thought  of  him  only  as  the 
author  of  Tom  Sawyer  and  the  Innocents 
Abroad,  insisted  on  treating  as  first  class 
jokes.  When  he  said  that  he  sympathized 
with  the  Filipinos,  the  remark  was  re- 
garded as  screamingly  funny.  When,  in 
a  passion  of  indignation  at  European 
cruelty  in  China,  at  the  time  of  the 
"Boxer"  troubles.  Twain  exclaimed,  "/ 
am  a  Boxer,"  everybody  roared.  Men 
repeated  to  one  another  over  theii>  news- 
papers, "I  see  Mark  says  he's  a  Boxer!" 
and  then  held  their  sides  to  prevent  burst- 
ing. When  he  wrote  a  beautiful  and  sym- 
pathetic account  of  the  Marytrdom  of 
Joan  of  Arc,  people  shook  their  heads — 
"Mark's  going  a  little  too  far,"  they  said; 
they  admitted  that  it  was  funny,  glori- 
ously funny,  but  doubted  whether  any 
man  had  a  right  to  poke  fun  at  religion. 
Mark  Twain  lived  and  died  misunder- 
stood, regretting  wistfully  that  he  had  not 
been  born  a  Presbyterian  minister  or 
something  real. 

What  happens  to  a  great  man  in  any 
l;ne  of  activity,  may  well  happen  to  the 
small  ones. 

T  N  ANY  degree,  I  have  found  it  so.  I 
-'■  have  so  often  been  fortunate  in  pleas- 
ing the  humorous  fancy  of  an  indulgent 
public  as  a  writer  of  mere  meaningless 
foolishness,  that  it  is  becoming  difficult 
for  me  to  persuade  any  readers  that  I  am 
capable  of  trying  to  think  seriously. 

This  I  found  to  be  the  case  when,  a 
month  or  two  ago,  I  submitted  to  the 
Government  of  Canada  an  offer  to  make 
ten  million  dollars  for  them  as  a  Christ- 
mas present,  by  calling  in  our  silver  cur- 


rency and  substitut- 
ing nickel  for  it.  I 
embodied  the  pro- 
posal in  a  memoran- 
dum that  in  point  of 
language  was  as  ser- 
ious as  political  econ- 
omy and  as  sober  as 
Toronto  on  Saturday 
night. 

But  the  thing  went 
wrong. 

The  answer  that  I 
received  from  the 
members  of  the  Gov- 
ernment, courteous 
and  friendly  as  they 
were,  showed  me 
that  somehow  they 
had  taken  it  up 
wrongly. 

"Sir  Robert  Bor- 
den"— so  wrote  the 
secretary  of  the  Pre- 
mier— "has  been  im- 
mensely amused  by 
your  delightful  bur- 
lesque on  the  theory 
of  silver  money.  He 
expressly  desires  me 
to  state  that  he  read 
the  first  page  of  your 
memorandum  with 
such  pleasure  that  he  afterwards  read 
it  aloud  to  his  cabinet,  who  greeted  it 
with  bursts  of  uncontrollable  laughter. 
They  even  propose,  at  a  later  opportunity, 
to  read  the  rest  of  it." 

'T*HESE  may  not  have  been  the  exact 
-*■  words  of  the  letter.  But  they  repro- 
duce the  substance  of  it  as  far  as  one  dare 
violate  the  confidence  of  an  official  com- 
munication. 

In  the  same  way  a  letter  from  the  Fin- 
ance Department  informed  me  that  Sir 
Thomas  White  had  no  sooner  read  my  pro- 
posal for  coining  nickel  money  in  place 
of  silver,  than  he  fell  into  a  paroxysm  of 
laughter  that  threatened  to  pass  into 
hysteria.  He  was  only  saved  from  an 
actual  syncope  by  reaching  for  the  public 


Crooked  kings  made  crooked  m,oney  by  tak- 
ing out  more  of  the  silver  in  the  shillings. 


up   figures   three 
his  one  form  of 


accounts    and    adding 
columns  at  a  time 
mental  relaxation. 

My  memorandum,  I  suppose,  might 
easily  have  p'assed  into  political  oblivion 
but  for  the  singular  acumen  of  the  editor 
of  this  magazine.  The  editor — like  all 
other  successful  men  in  Canada — is  partly 
Scotch.*  (The  other  parts,  in  these  cases, 
are  a  mere  hindrance.  It  is  the  Scotch 
that  counts.)  Being  Scotch,  the  editor  is 
accustomed  to  consider  nothing  amusing 
until  it  is  proved  so.  The  presumption  is 
always  against  it.  It  is  thought  better,  in 
Scotland,  that  a  hundred  jokes  should  go 
unrecognized  rather  than  that  a  man 
should  be  betrayed  into  hasty  and  indecor- 

•An  error.  Tbe  editor  is  a  Manxman. 
Colonel   MacLean,   however,  Is   al!   Highlander. 


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"Sir  Robert  Borden  read  the  first  page  of  your  memorandum 
with  such  pleasure  that  he  afterwards  read  it  aloud  to  his  cabi- 
net, who  greeted  it   with   bursts   of  uncontrollable    laughter." 


ous  laughter  which  he  afterwards  bitterly 
regrets. 

The  Editor,  therefore,  had  no  sooner 
read  my  memorandum  over  six  times  than 
he  said,  "I  believe  there  is  something  in 
this." 

TJI  E  HAS,  therefore,  invited  me  to  re- 
■*■  ■*•  produce  the  substance  of  the  memor- 
andum for  this  magazine.  To  my  regret 
he  tells  me  that  he  cannot  reproduce  the 
document  in  its  original  form.  It  was, 
he  said,  too  full.  In  fact  he  feared  that 
it  was  90  full  that  his  readers  would  not 
stand  for  it.  This,  in  Toronto,  is  quite 
natural. 

I  am,  therefore,  compelled  to  omit  all 
the  first  part — some  fifty  pages — called, 
"A  Brief  Disquisition  on  the  Origins  and 
Development  of  the  Use  of  Certain  Art- 
icles, or  Commodities,  as  Media  or  Medii, 
of  Exchange."  I  regret  very  much  the 
necessity  of  suppressing  this.  It  went 
back  to  ancient  times  and  came  down, 
slowly  and  reluctantly  as  efery  scholarly 
history  does,  to  our  own  day.  It  began 
with  the  words:  "The  earliest  form  of 
money  known  in  ancient  times  was  the 
goat."  I  fear  that  this  sentence  may 
have  been  what  misled  Sir  Robert  Borden. 
Perhaps  he  read  no  further.  Yet  it  only 
states  a  well  known  economic  fact.  Goats 
and  cattle,  the  flocks  and  herds  of  the 
pastoral  days  of  Abraham  and  Isaac,  were 
the  earliest  form  of  money.  Even  to-day 
when  we  talk  of  a  man's  capital  the  word 
really  means,  in  its  origin,  his  head  of 
cattle.  And  when  we  speak  of  a  doctor's 
fee,  the  word  recalls  to  those  who  know 
its  meaning  the  goat,  or  cow,  that  the 


grateful  patient  (an  institution  older 
than  history)  paid  to  the  "medicine  man" 
of  the  tribe. 

But  I  admit  I  should  have  done  better 
to  leave  out  the  goat  altogether.  And  I 
onlj'  made  things  worse  by  going  on — 
"The  goat  was  at  best  indifferent  money. 
Lacking,  as  he  was,  in  divisibility,  in 
homogeneity  and  in  durability,  incapable 
of  receiving  and  retaining  a  stamp  or 
punch  on  both  the  upper  and  the  reverse 
side,  the  goat,  as  money,  failed  to  com- 
mand esteem." 

On  looking  that  over,  I  think  I  can  see 
just  how  it  was  that  my  memorandum 
lacked  conviction.  It  would  have  been 
better,  like  most  other  state  documents, 
without  the  introduction. 

Yet  the  suggestion  that  I  should  confine 
myself  to  the  essential  substance  or  gist 
of  my  proposal  comes  with  a  peculiar 
cruelty.  The  gist  of  it,  and  indeed  of 
anything,  if  stated  truthfully,  appears  so 
pitiably  small.  Consider,  for  example, 
what  would  be  the  gist  of  a  sermon,  or 
the  gist  of  a  speech  from  the  throne,  or 
the  gist  of  Woodrow  Wilson's  notes  to 
Germany.  The  whole  lot  of  them  would 
go  nicely  inside  a  walnut. 

But  if  gist  it  has  to  be,  here  it  is, 
written  at  as  great  length  as  I  dare  put  it. 


TV/f  Y  PROPOSAL  itself,  to  state  it  in 
^^'^  all  seriousness,  is  a  very  simple  mat- 
ter. What  is  suggested  is  that  the  gov- 
ernment of  Canada  should  call  in  all  its 
existing  silver  coins — fifty  cent,  twenty- 
five  cent,  ten  cent  and  five  cent  pieces — 
and    substitute   nickel   coins   in    place   of 


them.  The  point  of  it  lies  in  the 
enormous  profit  that  could  be 
made  on  this  transaction  without 
inconvenience  or  loss  to  anybody. 
Our  use  of  silver  coins  is  a 
purely  hiitoric  matter.  It  comes 
down  from  the  time  when  a  sil- 
ver shilling  or  a  silver  dollar 
circulated  on  its  own  value.  That 
is  to  say,  when  the  actual  silver 
metal  that  it  contained,  if  sola 
in  the  bullion  market  as  metal, 
would  be  worth  in  gold  the  twen- 
tieth part  of  a  gold  sovereign,  or 
the  full  value  of  a  gold  dollar. 
This  is  no  longer  the  case.  At 
the  present  time  silver  is  worth 
about  75  cents  for  an  ounce  troy 
(480  grains).  The  American 
silver  dollar,  which  contains 
371%  grains  of  pure  silver,  with 
41 V4  grains  of  copper  added  as 
an  alloy,  is  worth  to-day  as 
metal  a  trifle  more  than  58  cents. 
A  Canadian  dollar  in  silver — two 
fifty  cent  pieces  or  four  quarters 
— is  worth  rather  less — about  52 
cents. 

Anybody  can  prove  for  him- 
self that  silver  money  is  not  in- 
trinsically worth  its  face  value 
by  melting  it  down  and  trying  to 
sell  it  as  sliver. 

The  silver  coin  circulates  only 
as  a  token.    It  is  a  mere  repre- 
sentative of  the   gold   coin   for 
which  it  can  be  exchanged  and 
of  which  it  is  only  a  humble  sub- 
stitute.   As  far  as  Its  value  goes 
it  might  as  well  be  made  of  tin, 
or  rubber,  or  celluloid  or  of  any- 
thing that  would  carry  writing 
on  it,  and  act  as  a  token.  In  fact 
it  is  on  exactly  the  same  footing 
economically  as  the  paper  dollar.  Were  it 
not  for  the  obvious  inconvenience  of  try- 
ing to  handle  it  in  small  sums,  the  whole 
of  our  currency  might  be  made  of  paper 
with    no   disturbance   of    its   circulating 
power.    A  silver  coin  is  a  mere  promise 
to  pay,  inscribed,  with  quite  unnecessary 
wastefulness,  upon  a  bit  of  silver. 

The  absurdity  of  using  silver  for  such 
a  purpose  would  be  perfectly  apparent  if 
it  werfe  being  introduced  as  a  new  thing 
and  judged  upon  its  merits.  But  it  is 
not.  It  belongs  among  a  whole  cupboard- 
ful  of  absurdities — such  as  the  House  of 
Lords,  and  the  Canadian  Senate  and  Wil- 
liam Jennings  Bryan — which  are  difficult 
to  get  rid  of,  because  they  are  a  legacy  of 
the  past. 

TIME  was  when  silver  money  was  not 
only  real  money,  but  was  practically 
the  only  money  of  Western  Europe.  All 
through  the  dark  and  middle  ages  this 
was  the  case.  Our  English  pound  meant  , 
originally  a  pound  weight  of  silver  coined 
up  into  240  silver  pennies,  and  later,  into  20 
silver  shillings.  These  circulated  on  their 
own  value,  dependent  like  every  other  . 
economic  object,  on  the  difficulty  and  cost 
of  producing  them.  In  the  time  of  Wil- 
liam the  Conqueror  a  bushel  of  wheat  sold 
for  two  and  a  quarter  silver  pennies;  a 
cow  was  worth  about  seventy  pennies, 
while  eggs,  in  those  bright  days,  sold  at 
one  penny  for  two  dozen,  or  thereabouts. 
These  prices  represented  the  real  value 
of  the  silver  in  terms  of  other  products. 
There  was  no  gold.  Not  until  the  reign  of 
Henry  the  Third  were  a  few  gold  coins 


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11 


made,  their  value  being  expressed  in 
terms  of  silver  money. 
"  This  remained  the  case  for  centuries. 
Silver  was  the  standard.  True,  it  was  not 
coined  up  at  the  original  rate  of  twenty 
shillings  to  the  pound.  Crooked  kings 
made  crooked  money  by  taking  out 
more  of  the  silver  in  the  shillings  and 
putting  in  more  and  more  alloy.  Wiser 
kings  in  fits  of  repentance  straightened 
the  money  out  again.  But  with  all  its  ups 
and  downs  silver  was  the  standard.  It 
circulated  on  its  own  value — such  as  it 
was.  By  the  end  of  the  reign  of  Elizabeth 
the  mint  was  making  sixty  shillings  out 
of  a  pound  weight  troy  of  silver.  With 
the  new  cheap  silver  from  America  and 
with  coins  containing  less  silver  per  shil- 
ling, prices  had  risen  enormously.  But 
silver,  such  as  it  was,  remained  the  stan- 
dard of  English  money  till  the  reign  of 
Charles  the  Second.  After  that  for  over 
a  hundred  years — till  well  into  the  reign 
of  George  the  Third — the  standard  was 
double.  Both  gold  and  silver  could  be 
brought  to  the  mint,  by  whosoever  would, 
and  coined  into  silver  shillings  or  into 
gold  sovereigns. 

AND  THEN  a  rather  peculiar  thing 
happened,  fateful  as  it  proved  for 
the  financial  greatness  of  England.     By 
a  series  of  lucky  accidents   England,   a 
century  before  the  other  industrial  coun- 
tries,   blundered    into    the    monometallic 
gold  standard,  which  proved  in  the  sequel 
to  be  the  only  possible  basis  of  the  world 
commerce  of  our   time.     But  the  thing, 
like  so  much  else  in  our  history,  was  a 
lucky  accident.      The  silver  coins  of  the 
eighteenth    century   contained    too   much 
metal.     They  were  worth  more  as  bullion 
than  as  coin.     They  would  not  circulate. 
People   melted    them   or   exported   them. 
Only  the  bad  silver  coins — clipped,  punch- 
ed, or  sweated — could  stay  in  circualtion. 
This  did  well  enough  for  small  change. 
For  large  payments  it  would  not  do.     To 
save  perpetual  quarrelling  over  the  money 
the  government,  in  1778,  removed  from 
silver  its  legal  tender  quality.     It  was 
to  be  henceforth,  and  has  remained,  valid 
in  law  only  for  payment  of  forty  shillings. 
At  the  same  time  the  mint  was  closed  to 
the  coinage  of  silver  by  and  for  the  gov- 
ernment.    This  made  no  apparent  diflFer- 
ence  to  anybody.    Silver  was,  in  any  case, 
too  valuable  to  coin  at  the  existing  ratio. 
Finally  in   1816,  in  order  to  be  sure  of 
having  a  proper  supply  of  small  change, 
the   government,   since   full   weight  good 
silver  coins  would  not  circulate,  deliber- 
ately coined  bad  ones.    Sixty-six  shillings 
were  made,   as   they  still   are,   out  of   a 
pound  trov.     These  new  coins  circulated 
admirably.     They  could  not  do  anything 
else.    Melt  them  or  export  them  and  they 
lost  about  ten   per  cent,   of  their   value. 
They  stayed   in   circulation.        They  are 
there  still.     Quite  unconsciously  a  great 
monetary  invention — that  of  token  money 
— had  been  made. 

A  LL  THE  other  great  nations  followed, 
•^^  some  of  them  with  reluctance,  the 
same  path."  The  United  States  for  nearly 
a  hundred  years  (1792-1873)  attempted 
to  use  a  double  standard,  with  unlimited 
coinage  of  both  metals.  It  failed.  First 
one  metal  and  then  the  other  ran  away 
from  the  coinage.  As  the  value  of  silver 
in  terms  of  gold— or  gold  in  terms  of 
silver  (it  is  the  same  thing) — -rose  and 
fell,  either  the  gold  dollar  was  too  valu- 
Lable  to  stay  in  the  coinage,  or  the  silver 


dollar  was.  There  was  no  peace.  In  1853, 
in  order  to  ensure  the  circulation  of  small 
change,  the  American  government  coined 
underweight  silver — dimes,  quarters  and 
halves — made,  like  the  English  coins,  with 
less  silver  than  their  face  value,  and  limi- 
ted in  their  legal  tender.  Many  Congress- 
men sneered  at  the  proposal.  "If  these 
coins  can  circulate,"  they  said,  "then  we 
have  discovered  the  Philosopher's  Stone." 
But  the  coins  did  circulate.  The  silver 
dollar,  too  valuable  to  coin  or  to  use  as 


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bir  Tliomas  White  was  only  saved 
from  an  actual  syncope  by  reaching 
for  the  public  accounts  and  adding 
up  figures  three  columns  at  a  time— 
his   one  form  of  mental  relaxation. 

money  (these  were  the  days  before  the 
fall  of  silver)  dropped  out.  The  bad 
coins  had  nowhere  to  go.  They  stayed. 
Presently  (in  1873)  the  law  cut  out  the 
coinage  of  the  silver  dollar.  The  United 
States,  like  England,  stood  and  has  re- 
mained on  the  basis  of  a  gold  standard 
with  silver  only  as  token  money. 

France,  Italy,  Germany,  Austria,  Rus- 
sia, Japan — all  the  industrial  countries 
— have  had  the  same  experience. 

Yet  the  situation  has  been  such  that 
silver  has  left  behind  it  a  sort  of  linger- 
ing regret.  Silver  states,  mine  owners, 
populists,  inflationists  and  cheap-money- 


men  of  all  stamps  and  degrees  had  shed 
tears  over  its  fate.  "This  country,"  said 
Mr.  Bryan,  as  the  boy  orator  of  the  Chi- 
cago Convention  of  1896,  "is  being  cruci- 
fied upon  a  cross  of  gold." 

Very  naturally  there  has  been  a  gen- 
eral hesitation  to  give  silver  its  coup  de 
■grace  by  refusing  it  even  its  present 
status  as  the  material  of  token  coins. 

Yet  for  any  nation  that  will  undertake 
the  change,  the  profit  is  enormous.  Take 
our  own  case  in  Canada. 

IF  WE  were  to  call  in  our  silver  money 
and  if  it  all  actually  came  back,  we 
could  sell  the  metal  in  the  market  to- 
day for  about  $12,000,000.  No  doubt  it 
would  not  all  come  back.  A  part  of  it  is 
presumably  lost.  But  the  great  bulk  of 
it  is  still  with  us — circulating  from  Tiand 
to  hand  and  in  the  vaults  of  the  banks. 
The  mechanism  of  calling  it  in  offers  no 
difficulty.  The  government  need  only  pass 
a  law  terminating  the  legal  tender  power 
of  silver,  and  making  it  exchangeable  at 
all  banks  and  post  offices  for  the  new 
coins  and  it  would  practically  all  come 
back  in  a  week.  Silver  is  worth  at  pre- 
sent 76  cents  a  Troy  ounce  and  nickel  is 
worth  55  cents  a  pound  avoirdupois.  A 
dollar  in  Canadian  silver  uses  up  52  cents 
worth  of  silver.  Nickel  would  cost  about 
3  cents.  Thus  in  1914  Canada  coined 
half  dimes  to  the  value  of  $210,108.  If 
these  had  been  made  of  nickel  there  would 
have  been  a  profit,  on  this  one  year's  coin- 
age of  one  kind  of  coin  of  about  $92,400. 

T  GNORANT  people  might  fear  that 
-•■  the  whole  plan  would  be  upset  by  the 
danger  of  counterfeiting.  This  is  not  so. 
The  profit  on  counterfeiting,  even  now 
would  be  enormous.  Successful  counter- 
feiting would  turn  52  cents  into  a  dollar 
even  at  the  present  price  of  silver.  A  few 
years  ago  whe*  silver  was  worth  less 
than  50  cents  an  ounce,  the  process  would 
have  turned  35  cents  into  a  dollar.  But 
successful  counterfeiting,  under  modern 
conditions,  is  not  possible.  It  requires  a 
plant  and  premises  that  cannot  long  be 
concealed.  This  is  what  hinders  it — not 
the  value  of  the  silver.  Let  those  who 
fear  it  as  an  objection  consider  the  case 
of  the  paper  dollar  and  be  silent. 

But  it  is  needless  to  speculate  on  whe- 
ther nickel  money  can  exist  and  circulate. 
It  is  doing  so  already.  France  and  Italy 
each,  have  nickel  pieces  of  25,  10  and  5 
centimes;  Switzerland  a  20  centime  piece; 
Austria  has  coins  of  20  and  10  hellers; 
Hungary  of  20  and  10  hellers;  Siam  coins 
ten-satang  pieces  of  pure  nickel  and  Tur- 
key goes  so  far  as  to  coin  pieces  of  40 
paras.  If  there  is  any  reader  so  ignorant 
as  not  to  know  what  a  satang  or  a  par»  is, 
he  may  appreciate  at  least  the  fact  that 
Hayti,  as  bold  as  it  is  black,  coins  fifty- 
cent  pieces  out  of  nickel. 

Cheaper,  dark  money — made  of  bronze 
or  copper— one  dare  not  use  for  fear  of 
confusion  with  the  cents  and  pennies. 
But  many  countries  use  an  amalgam  of 
nickel  and  copper  that  is  still  bright 
enough  to  avoid  mistake.  The  familiar 
"nickel"  of  the  United  States  is  75  per 
cent,  copper.  Germany  has  for  years 
coined  10  pfennig  pieces  of  nickel  mixed 
with  an  alloy.  Jamaica  and  many  other 
British  dependencies  are  using  money  of 

the  same  sort. 

*  *  *  * 

BUT  THERE  is  no  need  to  cumulate 
examples.  The  thing  is  easy  and  ob- 
vious. The  question  is,  will  our  govern- 
ment do  it?    Of  course  not — or  not  now. 


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The  goat  was,  at  best,  indifferent  money,  .  .  . 
incapable  of  receiving  and  retaining  a  stamp  or 
punch    on    both     the    upper    and    reverse    side. 


A  few  years  hence  when 
England  has  thrown  its 
meaningless  silver  coins 
on  the  scrap  heap,  and 
when  France  has  sold  its 
silver  and  the  United 
States  is  about  to  follow, 
then  we  shall  no  doubt  wit- 
ness a  quite  lively  agita- 
tion on  the  subject. 

Meantime,  the  whole 
topic  is  only  fit  for  a  pro- 
fessor. It  should  not  be 
treated  seriously.  In  any 
case,  I  note,  as  I  look  over 
the  proofs  of  this  article, 
that  the  Editor  after  all 
has  classed  it  as  humor ;  he 
has  set  my  good  friend  Mr. 
Jefferys,  as  usual,  to  make 
for  it  his  inimitable  pic- 
tures. 

So  my  last  chance  of 
being  heard  is  gone. 

Moreover,  the  awful 
thought  has  occurred  to 
me  that  the  Editor  might 
pay  me  for  this  article  in 
nickel  money.  Let  it  be 
understood,  here  and  now, 
that  that  would  be  carry- 
ing the  thing  too  far. 


The  War  Situation  in  the  United  States 


New  York, 
-Feb.  13. 

EVENTS  are  following  with  such  in- 
credible   rapidity    in    the    United 
States  that  what   is   news   to-day 
may  be  stale  to-morrow. 

Only  in  November  the  country  was 
divided  into  just  two  great  parties — He- 
kept-us-out-of-the-war  and  He-ought-to- 
have-fought-for-freedom-and-right.  Pa- 
cifism stood  shrieking  hysterically  at  Pre- 
paredness. America  was  an  island  of 
smug  buttered  prosperity  in  a  sea  of 
blood.  To-day  there  are  no  longer  two 
great  parties.  There  is  only  one;  and 
though  it  has  no  name  and  hardly  knows 
whether  it  is  going  to  line  up  with  the 
Allies  or  fight  alone,  it  is  a  solid  phalanx 
behind  the  President  against  Germany. 
Pacifism  has  been  swept  off  the  map. 
Henry  Ford  has  offered  his  entire  for- 
tune and  all  his  plants  to  equip  the  United 
.States  for  aggressive  defence  —  please 
note  the  words.  School  boys  are  drilling. 
Army  and  navy  are  girding  up  their 
loins.  There  is  not  a  State  in  the  Union 
which  is  not  cont-emplating  universal 
training,  which  is  a  soft  way  of  breaking 
the  public's  mind  into  the  idea  of  uni- 
versal conscription.  Instead  of  being  an 
island  of  smug  cowardly  safety  in  a  wel- 
tering sea  of  blood,  it  looks  as  if  the  whole 
nation  would  presently  plunge  in  the  uni- 
versal struggle  for  world  freedom. 

CIX  MONTHS  ago  you  could  not  get 
'^  action  against  pro-German  plotters 
who  blew  up  munition  factories  and  ter- 
minals. To-day,  men  in  khaki  uniform 
are  strung  in  line  guarding  water  works, 
bridges,  terminals  railroads,  and  ships. 
Wire  netting  is  being  stretched   across 


By  Agnes  C.  Laut 

Atlantic  harbors  to  keep  submarines  out; 
and  cement  foundations  are  being  laid  to 
mount  long-range  guns  tb  defend  every 
city  on  the  Atlantic  Coast.  Appropria- 
tions are  being  rushed  through  Congress 
for  fleets  of  fast  cruisers,  of  submarines, 
of  aeroplanes;  and  practically  every  fac- 
tory in  the  United  States  has  offered  its 
services  to  the  Government  for  defence 
and  equipment.  One  concern  has  been 
asked  to  provide  500,000  shoes  for  sol- 
diers; another  explosives;  another 
nitrates;  and  so  down  the  line  from  Maine 
to  the  Rio  Grande.  Six  months  ago  men 
pooh-poohed  stories  of  German  plots.  To- 
day public  subscriptions  are  being  taken 
up  to  spread  knowledge  of  the  actual  facts 
as  to  the  underground  danger.  As  late 
as  January  German-Americans  drank  to 
the  Fatherland.  Within  one  week  in  one 
city  1,450,000  Germans  have  applied  for 
naturalization  papers;  and  the  Presi- 
dent's condemnation  of  Germany's  sub- 
marine warfare  was  hardly  off  his  lips 
before  every  German  house,  restaurant, 
factory,  shop,  brokerage  office  and  bank 
had  hoisted  the  Stars  and  Stripes  and 
shouted  to  high  heaven  eager  desire  to 
shoulder  a  Lewis  gun  (60  shots  a  min- 
ute) and  to  fight  for  Uncle  Sam.  And  the 
German-American  Alliance  which  boasted 
three  million  votes,  and  the  twenty  mil- 
lion Germans  of  whose  loyalty  the  Kaiser 
bragged,  and  the  600,000  German  army 
reservists  of  whom  the  Kaiser  had  twitted 
Ambassador  Gerard — where,  oh,  where 
were  they?  Singing  small,  very  small,  my 
friends,  not  visible  to  the  naked  eye,  on 
the  run  for  naturalization  papers,  Vereich 
of  the  blatant  Fatherland  Weekly  leading 
the  race  in  a  sudden  change  of  his  sheet's 
name  and  purpose. 


AS  TO  the  American  public  if  you  know 
this  mercurial,  highly  emotional,  al- 
most childishly  optimistic  people  well,  you 
will  not  need  to  be  told,  they  are  too  quiet, 
very  much  too  quiet,  too  ominously  quiet 
for  the  health  of  any  treasonous  plotter, 
if  the  things  break  from  cover  which  have 
been  burning  and  smouldering  in  secret 
for  two  years. 

Now  review  the  facts ! 

As  early  as  November  10  authorities 
on  this  side  have  known  that  certain  sub- 
marines left  Kiel  for  American  waters, 
they  have. suspected  submarine  bases  on 
this  side  within  range  of  Panama.  They 
have  known  that  some  oil  company  here 
or  in  Mexico  must  have  been  supplying 
these  submarines  with  fuel.  It  was 
thought  at  first  these  submarines  were 
designed  to  intercept  oil  supply  for  the 
British  navy  moving  out  from  Mexico, 
and  Uncle  Sam  shrugged  his  shoulders. 
Now  men  are  asking  themselves  whether 
the  big  merchant  submarines  that  first 
came  to  Baltimore  and  New  London, 
which  were  welcomed  so  vociferously, 
were  not  scouts  for  a  war  fleet  of  hidden 
destroyers. 

Whether  delayed  by  the  November  elec- 
tions, Wilson's  peace  note  or  what,  is  not 
known,  but  the  anticipated  crisis  did  not 
come.  Men  began  to  quizz  their  own 
judgment  for  having  believed  there  were 
submarines  on  this  side.  Two  or  three 
facts  should  be  emphasized  here.  They 
are  significant.  One  week  before  Bern- 
storff  handed  the  American  State  Depart- 
ment Germany's  declaration  of  a  return 
to  ruthless  submarine  warfare,  the  mach- 
inery of  the  big  fleet  of  German  liners  tied 
up  at  American  docks  was  secretly  utterly 
destroyed.        The    destruction    was    as 


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frenzied  and  bootless  a  piece  of  madness 
as  all  Germany's  other  acts;  for  the 
United  States,  governed  by  the  law  of 
civilized  nations,  has  declared,  in  case  of 
war  with  Germany,  German  property  in 
the  United  States  would  be  left  inviolate, 
though  treason  on  the  part  of  Germans  in 
the  United  States  would  be  visited  by 
death.  Also,  German  gold  on  deposit  in 
American  banks  began  surreptitiously 
moving  to  South  America.  Also,  just  be- 
fore the  news  broke,  cargoes  for  the  big 
merchant  submarines  in  the  docks  at  New 
London  were  fired  and  burned  by  their 
owners.  Lastly,  a  big  fleet  of  German 
cargo  vessels  ostensibly  owned  by  Ameri- 
can capital,  were  frantically  offered  for 
sale.  Without  a  doubt  German  agents  on 
this  side  knew  what  was  coming.  It  is 
now  said  that  Ambassador  Bernstorff  re- 
ceived his  instructions  just  before  Presi- 
dent Wilson  announced  his  peace  message, 
and  that  on  his  own  authority  the  Ger- 
man Ambassador  withheld  the  submarine 
declaration  till  the  effects  of  Wilson's 
peace  outlines  could  be  observed. 

■To   the  outside   the   question   at   once 
occurs:    Why    this    sudden    paralysis    of 


shipping?  What  brought  the  tension  to 
a  crisis?  What  is  Germany  able  to  do 
now  any  more  than  she  has  been  able  to 
do  with  her  submarines  from  the  first? 
Didn't  she  announce  a  ruthless  submarine 
warfare  before?  Didn't  she  push  her  war- 
fare while  she  parleyed  with  America,  till 
Great  Britain  had  destroyed  her  sub- 
marines, then  tacitly  consent  to  a  miti- 
gated warfare?  Isn't  she  doing  the  same 
thing  again?  While  she  is  trying  it  out, 
won't  she  count  on  bluffing  Wilson  off 
with  explanations?  Why  the  sudden 
crisis  now? 
.  The  answer  is  in  two  words — the  Pocket 
Nerve.  Wilson  was  counting  on  Germany 
not  meaning  her  wild  threats.  Germany 
was  counting  on  President  Wilson  not 
meaning  his  mild  protests,  and  each  was 
in  deadly  earnest  and  unwittingly  called 
the  other's  bluff. 

This  time  the  German  submarines  are 
to  be  on  this  side.  This  country's  foreign 
commerce  has  leaped  to  billions  and  her 
gold  imports  to  $800,000,000,  solely  owing 
to  the  fact  that  the  British  navy  was  keep- 
ing the  sea  lanes  open  and  clear;  but  if 
the   submarines   come  to   this   side,   can 


Uncle  Sam  expect  John  Bull  to  patrol 
American  shores?  Consider  the  length 
of  America's  shore  line — 3,000  miles  as 
the  crow  flies,  8,000  miles  as  the  zig-zag 
line  runs.  John  Bull  could  not  patrol 
these  shores,  nor  half  these  shores,  nor  one 
short  strip  of  them.  Submarines  and 
raiders  were  sighted  down  Hayti  way, 
down  Yucatan,  in  the  Caribbean,  off 
Brazil. 

Suddenly,  marine  insurance  rates  shot 
skj-ward.  Something  suddenly  stabbed 
the  Pocket  Nerve  of  a  thoughtless  people. 
The  quiver  ran  from  shipside  to  bank, 
from  bank  to  factory,  from  factory  to 
farm  labor.  When  a  small  freighter  ties 
up  at  her  berth,  it  costs  the  owner  $5,000 
a  day.  Cotton  can't  move  out.  Wheat  is 
embargoed.  Cotton  fell  nearly  $45  a  bale 
in  a  week,  wheat  30  to  40  cents.  Even 
steel,  the  king-pin  of  prosperity,  slumped 
14  points  a  share.  Factories  laid  off 
hands.  Farm  labor  came  back  on  the  job. 
Last  year  you  could  not  hire  farm  labor 
for  love  or  money.  This  week  I  had  forty 
applicants  for  one  job. 

I  do  not  mean  to  imply  that  it  was  only 
Continued  on  page  80.   , 


Facts  Behind  the  Peace  Proposals 


EDITOR'S  NOTE.— The  foregoing  has 
been  received  from  Miss  Laut  as  we  go  to 
press.  The  article  which  follows  was  writ- 
ten four  weeks  ago  and  was  in  type  before 
the  "break"  in  diplomatic  relations.  It 
dealt  with  the  reasons  behind  President 
Wilson's  peace  proposals ;  and  the  accuracy 
of  the  writer's  inside  information  has  been 
strikingly  demonstrated  by  subsequent  de- 
velopments. In  order  to  make  room  for 
the  above  information  it  has  been  neces- 
sary to  break  this  page  and  grop  the  in- 
troductory part  of  the  following  article  in 
which  she  outlined  the  situation  created 
by   Wilso7i's  Peace  Crusade. 

THE  War  Lord  has  failed  as  a  War 
Lord — the  most  colossal  failure  in 
all  history.  Could  he  still  "save  his 
face,"  or,  to  use  more  diplomatic  lan- 
guage, could  he  save  some  of  his  prestige 
by  coming  out  as  the  Great  Lord  of 
Peace?  Roumania  gave  him  the  psycho- 
logical opporunity. 

But,  before  the  Roumanian  campaign, 
Wilson  had  been  re-elected  president,  and 
no  thanks  to  the  Germans.  For  two-and- 
a-half  years,  Wilson's  ambition  has  been 
to  act  as  mediator  in  the  war.  He  tried 
it  by  writing  notes,  multitudinous  notes 
that  have  made  him  ridiculous. 

He  has  tried  it  by  being  "too  proud  to 
fight,"  which  has  become  his  own  epitaph. 
He  has  tried  it  by  letting  Germany  kick 
him  in  the  face,  and  drown  American  citi- 
zens, and  plot  murders  and  arson  within 
the  boundaries  of  the  United  States;  and 
Germany's  response  has  been  to  inter- 
vene in  American  elections  and  to  con- 
spire to  defeat  Wilson  in  his  own  country. 

Gerard  came  home  from  Germany. 

House  came  home  from  Europe.  Labor 
in  return  for  the  eight-hour  law  turned 
State's  evidence  and  cards  up  on  the  table 
gave  Wilson  all  the  proof  he  needed  that 
Germany  had  bribed  many  of  the  1915-16 
strikes  in  the  United  States.  Doubtless 
there  was  "a  trade"  with  labor  for  this 
evidence;  for  the  prosecutions  against 
:ertain  political  labor  leaders  of  the  Middle 
West  in  connection  with  German  plots 
are  to  be  dropped;  and,  in  consequence, 


Mr.  Marshall  and  Roger  Wood,  the  fede- 
ral attorneys  of  New  York,  who  were  con- 
ducting the  prosecutions,  have  resigned. 
They  are  both  too  loyal  to  the  Democratic 
party  to  say  why  they  resigned;  but  one 
does  not  need  to  guess  hard  to  know. 

The  fact  remains  that  Wilson  got  all 
Labor's  evidence  against  Germany.  And 
this  evidence  was  of  a  damning  nature 
that  is  almost  incredible. 

Here  are  two  or  three  pieces  of  the  evi- 
dence: The  German  Secret  Service  had 
listed  and  card  indexed  every  soldier  in 
the  U.S.  regular  army.  I  saw  one  of  these 
cards.  It  details  where  the  man  was 
born ;  was  he  American  or  foreign  born ; 
was  he  loyal  to  America  or  the  land  of 
his  birth;  what  were  his  vices,  what  his 
weak  point;  how  much  was  he  paid,  how 
much  would  he  have  to  be  paid? 

Do  you  take  in  what  that  means? 

Whether  a  similar  card  index  exists  in 
the  German  Secret  Service  on  the  Ameri- 
can Navy,  I  do  not  know;  but  I  have  seen 
evidence  that  it  does  exist  on  the  Ameri- 
can Army. 

Said  the  Kaiser  to  a  certain  American 
representative  in  Berlin: 

"Are   you    aware.    Sir,    that    we    have 


600,000  German  Reservists  in  the  United 
States,  loyal  to  Germany,  trained  sol- 
diers?" 

Said  the  American  representative: 
"Your  Majesty,  are  you  aware  that  we 
have  600,000  lamp  posts  in  our  country?" 

Said  an  American  labor  leader  on  this 
episode:  "Well,  at  the  end  of  the  war, 
Canada  will  have  600,000  trained  fighters, 
who  will  hate  Germany  and  everything 
German.  I  guess  instead  of  the  Monro 
Doctrine  protecting  Canada,  it  will  be  a 
case  of  Canada  protecting  this  country." 

A  FEW  more  of  the  facts  given  by 
"'*-  Labor  to  Wilson:  The  plot  for  the 
destruction  of  the  Parliament  Buildings 
in  Ottawa  was  revealed;  and,  still  more 
astounding,  the  order  reversing  those 
orders  to  destroy  the  buildings  because — 
so  it  read:  "When  we  capture  the  country 
(Canada)  we  may  need  those  buildings." 

The  facts  of  the  massing  the  German 
Reservists  along  the  Canadian  border  in 
1915  were  brought  out. 

And  these  are  only  a  few  of  the  facts 
revealed  by  Labor.  I  may  add  that  I  ob- 
tained these  facts  from  a  Labor  investi- 
gator, myself. 

Wilson  may  be  didactic.  He  may  be 
professorial.  He  may  be  lethargic.  He 
was  not  lethargic  after  he  got  these  facts. 

O  EMEMBER  another  important  fact. 
-^^  It  was  known  in  November,  1916, 
that  a  fleet  of  German  submarines  had 
left  Kiel  for  American  waters. 

It  was  guessed,  is  guessed  yet,  that  they 
have  a  submarine  base  in  the  West  In- 
dies or  in  Mexican  waters. 

It  is  not  even  a  guess  who  is  supplying  - 
Villa,  the  Mexican  bandit,  with  funds  and 
ammunition    to   revive    the   border    dis- 
orders. 

"^^  OW,  as  Canadians,'  will  you  please 
■'-  ^  digress  a  moment  and  forget  your 
fury  that  the  greatest  democracy  on  earth 
has  failed  in  this  "world  struggle  for  free- 
dom, has  lain  stewing  in  the  grease  and 
fat  of  its  own  wealth,  while  all  the  rest 
of  the  world  has  bled  for  freedom — will 


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you  please  contemplate  some 
facts  as  cold  and  hard  and 
pitiless  as  steel,  the«steel  of 
a  bayonet? 

Of  what  does  the  regular 
army  of  the  United  States 
consist? 

It  is  supposed  to  consist  of 
100,000  men.  Deduct  skulk- 
ers, physically  unfit,  officers 
deserters,  pygmies,  who  en- 
list because  they  can't  earn  bread  in  any 
other  vocation,  it  is  not  50,000  fighting 
strong.  Burn  those  facts  into  your  con- 
sciousness ! 

After  you  have  deducted  the  officers  and 
the  pygmies,  if  you  place  50  men  to 
patrol  each  mile  of  the  boundary,  the 
American  regulars  could  not  patrol  the 
Rio  Grande,  let  alone  the  Atlantic  and 
Pacific. 

How  about  the  Volunteer  Forces,  or  as 
we  call  them  in  this  country,  the  National 
Guard,  of  whom  so  much  was  made  when 
the  last  Congress  placed  the  defence  of 
the   country  squarely  and  fairly  on   the 
shoulders  of  that  "citizen  soldiery"  which 
Bryan   said   would  spring  to   arms  over 
night?    I  quote  the  War  Department  Re- 
port.     It    shows    that    "of    the    128,000 
militiamen  finally  mustered  in  for  duty 
on  the  Mexican  border,   only   37%   were 
enlisted  on   the   date  of  the   call  in   the 
regiments  as  they  turned  out.  Of  the  total 
number  on  the  rolls  on  the  date  of  the  call, 
47,657  were  lost  for  various  reasons,  in- 
cluding physical  disability.      Sixty  thou- 
sand of  the  militiam,en  who  went  to  the 
border  had  had  no  military  training  at 
all,  and  nearly  as  many,  or  56,813   feaa 
never  fired  a  military  rifle.     The  indict- 
ment of  the  militia  system  furnished  by 
these    figures    is    supplemented    by    the 
charges  made  by  the  returning  guards- 
men themselves  that  they  got  no  instruc- 
tion in  divisional  manoeuvres  and  next  to 
no  target  work  while  doing  police  detail 
on  the  Rio  Grande.     The  country  has  not 
profited  as  it  should  have  even   through 
the  training  of  these  men  in  return  for 
the  loss  of  their  time  from  their  business 
and  the  expenditure  of  millions  of  Federal 
cash.     Nor  have   the  recruiting  officers, 
with  the  stimulus  of  the  border  trouble  to 
help  them,  been  able  to  bring  enlistments 
in   the   regular  army   and   the   National 
Guard  to  within  many  thousands  of  the 
minimum  figures  set  by  the  Hay  bill.    The 
militia  system  has  had  a  fair  trial  and 
has  failed.     Americans  must  either  dis- 
card it  and  adopt  universal  training  on 
the  Swiss  or  Australian  plan  or  accept  the 
consequences     of     inadequate     defensive 
power." 

This  War  Department  Report  does  not 
set  forth  the  facts — there  were  cavalry 
regiments  without  horses;  there  were 
rifles  without  cartridges;  there  were 
whole  battalions  without  regimentals; 
there  were  field  guns  that  jammed  and 
would  not  fire;  there  were  "elected  by 
vote"  officers  who  knew  no  more  about 
drill  than  a  child  in  a  nursery  and  could 
no  more  take  a  twenty-mile  "hike"  with- 
out becoming  winded  and  "done  up"  than 
a  fat  stall-fed  society  woman  could  run  a 
Marathon  race  and  come  out  a  winner. 

How  about  the  Navy? 

Of  about  30,000  men 
needed  the  Navy  is 
18,000  short. 

There  are  battle- 
ships laid  up  without 
crews  to  man  them. 

For  one  year  the  re- 


cruiting officers  have  used  every  means  in 
their  power  to  gain  recruits.  This  year  is 
shorter  of  recruits  than  last. 

Of  Uncle  Sam's  boasted  Navy,  at  least 
48  vessels  of  the  .first  line  will  have  to  be 
scrapped;  and  many  of  the  rest  of  the  ves- 
sels are  inferior  in  range  and  projectile 
power  -to  Japan,  to  Germany,  to  Great 
Britain. 

But  projectiles  and  battleships  are  no 
more  the  sole  arbiter  of  war. 

What  has  bottled  the  English  fleet  up, 
what  has  bottled  the  German  fleet  up,  is 
the  stealthy  lurking  danger  under  the  sea, 
and  the  invisible  lurking  danger  in  the  sky 
— the  submarine  and  the  airship,  whether 
aeroplane  or  Zeppelin. 

L-T  OW  about  Uncle  Sam  as  to  these  in- 

-•■    visible  protectors  or  enemies? 

Uncle  Sam  has  invented  both  sub- 
marine and  aeroplane;  but  he  has  armed 
his  enemies  with  these  instruments  of  de- 
struction against  himself.  For  himself, 
he  has  not  100  submarines,  nor  100  war 
aeroplanes.  The  Wright-Martin-Hispanio- 
Sueza  aeroplane  engine  is  probably  the 
most  marvellous  air  engine  in  the  world 
with  a  weight  of  363  pounds,  a  speed  of 
75  miles  an  hour  and  a  horse  power  of 
150.  This  company  has  sent  7,000  of  its 
engines  to  Europe.  It  has  supplied  less 
than  100  for  American  defence. 

As  to  the  big  Naval  programme  of 
Uncle  Sam  for  the  next  few  years — good, 
it  is  excellent!  It  entails  expenditure  of 
$300,000,000  a  year  and  will  place  Uncle 
Sam  fourth  in  the  Naval  Power  of  the 
world;  but  not  a  single  ship  can  be  con- 
structed and  completed  before  1920. 

Roosevelt  once  said  that  China  was  a 
huge  inert  fat  cheese  waiting  to  be  eaten 
by  maggots.  He  did  not  dare  add  that 
the  United  States  is  a  huge  fat  tub  of 
golden  butter  honeycombed  by  maggots. 

Please  look  at  all  these  facts.  They 
are  not  opinions.  They  are  not  pleasant. 
They  are  facts  financed  by  the  Pacifists 
made-and-paid-in-Germany.  And  there  is 
a  financial  and  voting  influence  in  this 
country  twenty  million  strong. 

Do  you  wonder  that  Wilson  had  a  bad 
attack  of  "jumps?"  He  is  a  complacent 
and  supremely  and  serenely  self-satisfied 
man ;  but  even  a  complacent  and  supreme- 
ly and  serenely  self-satisfied  man  can  not 
sit  on  bombs  with  a  sense  of  safety. 

r>  UT  TO  proceed  further  with  the  facts 
-'-'  of  the  case.  Preceding  Germany's 
peace  overtures,  it  was  well  known  in 
inside  circles  that  President  Wilson  was 


about  to  issue  a  prouncia- 
mento  of  peace.  Not  exactly 
u  pronunciamento  for  peace, 
but  a  sort  of  "Stand  back 
you  fighters  —  both  sides  — 
say  what  you  are  fighting 
for  —  get  the  atmosphere 
CiCar — see  if  we  can't  clean 
this  thing  up." 

It  was  well  known   Ger- 
many has  her  secret  agents 
on  "the  inside"  and  knew  of  the  message 
being  prepared  by  President  Wilson. 

The  Federal  Reserve  Board  action  had 
been  traced  down  to  the  simple  fact  that 
bankers  could  not  dispose  of  their  Euro- 
pean securities. 

All  at  once,  the  Kaiser's  peace  overtures 
were  sprung.  They  preceded  Wilson  in- 
tentionally. The  Ward  Lord  became  a 
Peace  Lord.  It  may  be  mentioned  inci- 
dentally that  food  in  Berlin  had  mounted 
to  $1  for  a  small  cut  of  beef,  12  cents  for 
long  range  telescope  glimpse  of  an  egg, 
with  hunger  thrown  in  as  a  seasoning. 

Of  course,  the  hunger  had  nothing  to  . 
do  with  the  War  Lord  becoming  a  Peace 
Lord. 

The  Kaiser  trumped  President  Wilson's, 


T  DON'T  know  whether  President  Wil- 
•*■  son  was  plain,  common  "mad"  or  not; 
but  I  do  know — and  I  know  from  the  in- 
side —  that  when  Bernstorflf  began  to 
claim  Wilson's  peace  overtures  as  proof 
that  America  was  with  Germany,  Wilson 
was  mad.  He  was  mad  all  through  — 
through  and  through  —  he  was  mad 
enough  to  attempt  to  stop  the  war  by  stop- 
ping exports  to  Europe  and  to  go  the 
length  of  punishing  German  plots  in  the 
United  States. 

So  the  second  declaration  followed 
signed  by  Lansing — unless  the  belliger- 
ents stopped,  the  States  would  be  involved 
in  the  war.  It  need  scarcely  be  added 
this  did  not  mean  a  war  with  the  Allies. 

Wall  Street  went  mad.  The  bottom  fell 
out.  I  had  friends  call  me  up  to  know  if 
that  meant  war  with  England?  Smile! 
No;  but  it  did  mean  a  break  of  diplomatic 
relations  with  Germany  —  the  first  de- 
finite indication  of  red  blood  and  righte- 
ousness in  Wilson. 

I  also  know  that  Gerard  has  gone  back 
to  Germany  with  a  plain  warning,  some- 
thing to  this  effect:  "no  more  notes — 
more  outrages  and  we  shall  go  into  the 
war." 

It  was  to  be  expected  that  Mr.  Lan- 
sing's warning  of  "verging  near  war 
should  be  heralded  by  Germany  as  a 
threat  of  a  break  with  the  Allies;  but 
this  was  quickly  explained  by  Mr.  Lan- 
sing's second  statement.  The  break  fore- 
warned was  with  Germany. 

T  F  THIS  were  all  the  notes  implied,  why 
■••  did  the  bottom  fall  out  of  Wall  Street? 
Because  if  Germany  goes  on  with  her 
policy  of  frightfulness,  the  United  States 
may  soon  be  involved. 

Another  very  vital  point  should  not  be 
ignored.     The  neutral  nations  have  con- 
ferred  and   they   are   not   going  to   stay 
neutral  much  longer.     The  warring  na- 
tions must  justify  the  continuance  of  the{ 
struggle,  or  face  an  alliance  among  the] 
neutral.     That  the  AI 
lies  can   justify   theirj 
fighl    no    one    doubts.] 
Then,  where  would  ai 
alliance     among     th«l 
neutral     nations     pul| 
Germany? 
Continued  on  p.  78.\ 


N^ 


The  Bigger  They  Are,  the  Harder  They  Fall 

An  Amusing  Story  of  Ranching  Life  in  the  Canadian  West 

By  H.  M.  Tandy 

Who  wrote  "A  Fourth  for  Bridge,"  "Strawxtack  Strategy."  etc. 


IF  YOU,  friend  reader,  care  to  secrete 
yourself  behind  that  shaving  stick,  I 
will  get  behind  this  candle  and  tell 
you  briefly  and  concisely  the  history  of  the 
three  figures  asleep  in  the  iron  beds  and, 
in  passing,  how  they  come  to  be  here. 

The  burly  one  in  tlie  pink  striped 
pyjamas  is  named  Archibald  McLoud,  ex- 
bank  clerk,  strong  like  an  ox.  Notice  the 
wrist  and  fore  arm,  thick  as  a  piano  leg? 
That  is  his  style  of  architecture  through- 
out. Archie  holds  to  a  strong  belief  in 
system  and  efficiency  as  applied  to  agri- 
culture; has  a  fair  bass  voice;  plays  the 
piano  by  "Hunt  System";  favorite  tune, 
"If  I  had  a  cow  and  she  gave  milk."  Dis- 
position kind  and  gentle,  will  stand  with- 
out hitching.  Is  slightly  tinged  with  soc- 
ialism however,  believing  that  farmers 
are  entitled  to  bank  loans  on  the  same  in- 
terest and  security  basis  as  stockholders, 
real-estaters,  etc.    Age  rising  30. 

Next  bed,  Samuel  F.  Featherstone,  ex- 
police-and-hotel  reporter  on  Daily  Bleat. 
College  graduate  but  convalescent  on  this 
point.  Was  able,  before  becoming  slightly 
touched  in  the  wind,  to  run  a  hundred 
yards  in  ten  seconds.  Author  of  revolu- 
tionary but  as  yet  unpublished  MS., 
"The  failure  of  the  Newspapers  to  Edu- 
cate and  Refine  the  Masses."  Hobby, 
Shorthorn  Cattle.  Temper  variable  but 
sound  at  base.    Age  27  years. 

Bed  near  window;  Frederick  Creighton 
Smith,  son  of  the  well-known  John  Smith. 
Previous  to  moving  to  farm  Fred  was  hat 
salesman  or  drummer,  or  according  to 
British  phraseology,  "traveler  in  hats 
and  caps."  Has  traveled  extensively  in 
certain  districts  of  North  America  and 
Quebec.  Persistent  raconteur,  also  critic 
and  cogitatist.  Temper  average.  Hobby: 
"An  egg  per  hen  per  day  and  strafe  the 
mortgage."  Possessor  of  pleasing  but 
somewhat  throaty  bathroom  tenor  voice. 
Age  rising  29  years. 

'T'  HAT  must  suffice,  friend  reader,  be- 
-*■  cause  that  "click"  you  heard  portends 
that  the  alarm  clock  is  about  to  shatter 
the  silence  and,  chances  are,  awake  at 
least  one  of  the  sleepers. 

But  first  it  is  desirable  to  explain, 
which  perhaps  can  be  done  without  too 
great  elaboration  of  detail,  how  came 
these  three  to  be  here.  The  credit  goes 
to  Archibald.  During  his  employment  in 
the  bank  he  irked,  if  one  may  be  permitted 
the  expression.  He  was  a  mountainous 
boy,  you  will  remember,  and  often  blushed 
with  embarrassment  at  the  thought  of 
carving  his  career  in  the  world  with  a  pen. 
And  further,  the  ends  of  his  fingers  were 
so  large  that  he  found  it  next  to  impossi- 
ble to  press  the  keys  of  the  adding  ma- 
chines, one  at  a  time,  in  other  than  a 
slow  and  irksome  manner. 

So  the  Department  of  Agriculture  at 
Ottawa  came  by  request  to  forward  to  his 
address  highly  specialized  literature  on 
such  subjects  as  The  Eradication  of  Noxi- 
ous Weeds,  Hog  Diseases,  Their  Causes 
and  Cures,  Seasonable  Hints  on  Diversi- 


fied Farming,  and  many  others  dealing 
with  the  vexed  questions  of  growing  flora 
and  fwtna. 

Archie  found  little  difficulty  in  persuad- 
ing Fred  to  join  the  venture.  Traveling 
in  hats  and  caps  had  few  charms  for  him 
that  farming  could  not  match.  He  would 
go — willingly — especially  as  he  would 
then  get  an  opportunity  of  proving  what 
he  had  always  maintained,  viz,  "the  dom- 
estic hen  is  misunderstood  by  nine  out  of 
ten  farmers  and  as  a  result  her  average 
per  diem  yield  is  low." 

It  was  diff'erent  with  Sam.  He  pre- 
sented a  serious  obstacle.  There  was  a 
certain  girl,  accomplished  and  beautiful 
of  course,  in  whose  violet  eyes  Sam  had 
found  favor.  She  occupied  one  pan  of  the 
scale  and,  though  the  whole  world  was  in 
the  other,  yet  did  she  outweigh  it.  No, 
Sam  would  not  go  farming.  He  would 
buy  a  little  paper  one  of  these  days  and 
start  out  on  a  journalistic  career  of  such 
brilliance  and  power  that  no  girl,  be  her 
eyes  ever  so  violet,  could  resist  for  long 
the  chance  of  sharing  his  fortune  and 
basking  in  the  reflected  light  of  his  fame. 

But  one  day  Sam  arrived  at  Archie's 
quarters  and  announced  his  willingness 
to  go  farming.  The  girl,  it  appears,  in 
addition  to  her  violet  eyes  had  a  soul 
dyed  in  the  deep  purple  of  inconstancy, 
for  while  Sam  was  busy  on  the  work  of 
carving  his  career,  she  had  promised  her- 
self to  another.  This  breach  of  faith, 
Sam  averred,  convinced  him  of  the  sound- 
ness of  his  belief  that  women,  all  women, 
went  about  clothed  in  the  garments  of  de- 
ceit; in  consequence  of  which  he  from  that 
time  had  decided  to  cultivate  the  germ  of 
hate  for  the  sex. 

The  following  day  at  lunch  the  three 
agreed  to  resign  their  respective  positions 
and  at  the  earliest  possible  moment  move 
West.  As  a  stipulation  Sam  exacted  from 
the  other  two  the  most  solemn  declara- 
tion that  for  a  period  of  three  years  at 
least  neither  of  them  would  cast  covet- 
ous eyes  at  any  girl  and  stifle  in  infancy 
any  thoughts  of  matrimony. 

So,  in  effect,  the  ringing  slogan  of 
Dumas'  Three  Guardsmen,  "One  for  All 
and  All  for  One,"  as  proposed  by  Sam, 
was  accepted  by  the  others;  and  under 
this  flaming  banner  we  now  behold  them 
recumbent  in  the  upper  chamber  of  the 
shack  at  Slough  View  Farm. 

I  *  HE  farm  had  prospered  reasonably. 
■*•  The  problems  of  husbandry  and  culti- 
vation that  arose  went  down  beneath  the 
onslaught  of  enthusiasm  and  effort,  for 
skill  comes  with  doing,  in  farming  as  in 
most  things. 

Socially  they  made  many  discoveries. 
It  was  just  as  diverting,  they  found,  to 
discuss  the  relative  merits  of  Clyde  and 
Percheron  as  the  state  of  the  hat  and 
cap  market  or  the  possible  distribution  of 
Christmas  bonuses  by  the  bank. 

And  they  discovered  Mary. 

It  came  about  in  this  wise:  Their  im- 
mediate  neighbor   to   the   north   had   de- 


cided to  invest  -some  of  the  season's  crop 
in  a  new  barn — a  large,  imposing  build- 
ing on  a  cement  foundation,  that  loomed 
against  the  sky-line  like  a  huge  red  moun- 
tain— for  it's  treason  in  the  neighbor- 
hood to  own  other  than  a  red  barn. 

The  building  completed,  Mr.  Dawson 
with  his  hands  thrust  deep  in  his  overall 
pockets  surveyed  it,  and,  finding  that  it 
was  good,  informed  "central"  in  town  that 
on  the  following  Friday  night  all  and 
sundry  were  expected  to  turn  up  prepared 
to  chase  the  hours  with  flying  feet  to  the 
accompaniment  of  an  orchestra  imported 
at  considerable  cost  from  a  distant  city. 
.\nd  Central,  delighted,  from  the  middle 
of  her  web  spun  a  blanket  invitation  that 
covered  the  countryside. 

TV/f  ARY  was  Mr.  Dawson's  daughter^ 
^^'-  and  it  is  only  the  truth  to  say  that 
many  a  good  man  and  true  in  that  partic- 
ular locality  had  tied  his  team  in  the  old. 
man's  stable  to  the  accompaniment  of  a 
wildly  beating  and  covetous  heart.  For 
Mary  had  a  manner  of  putting  her  blond 
head  on  one  side  and  flooding  a  fellow 
with  thoughts  that  perhaps  after  all — 
well,  one  never  can  tell — and  anything 
worth  having  was  worth  asking  for.^ 
Mary's  smile,  in  short,  had  the  Circean 
effect  of  making  faint  hearts  brave,  and 
as  the  dance  progressed  Sam,  to  his  utter 
surprise,  found  himself  thinking  that 
perhaps,  after  all,  there  were  other  at- 
tractive shades  in  eyes  than  violet. 

The  dance  was  over.  A  pleasant  time 
was  had.  We  have  the  editor's  printed 
word  for  that.  On  the  road  home  the  three 
frorn  Slough  View  Farm  beguiled  the 
time  by  a  more  or  less  free  discussion  of 
those  they  had  met  there,  but  Sam,  reluct- 
ant to  betray  the  fact  that  the  spell  of 
two  fair  but  faithless  violet  eyes  was  dis- 
solving, contributed  little  to  the  sympos- 
ium but  grunts. 

There  was  small  question  of  the  deep- 
ness of  Sam's  wound.  He  railed  at  wo- 
man. "Women,"  he  would  say  if  given  an 
opening,  "are  a  failure.  They  are  going 
to  bring  civilization  tottering  down  about 
our  ears.  Once,  in  our  mother's  time, 
they  had  a  place  in  the  scheme  of  things 
but  they've  gene  wild — wild  and  irrespon- 
sible and  undependable,  I  tell  yo«.  And 
as  for  me,  I'm  through  with  them." 

"We  shall  see,"  Fred  would  answer  on 
such  occasions.  "We  shall  see.  I  am  not 
one  given  to  many  words,  but  I  bet  I  live 
to  see  you  strung  up  on  the  matrimonial 
tree.  I  know  YOUR  kind.  I  believe  that 
Fitzsimmons  was  right — 'the  bigger  they 
are  the  harder  they  fall.' " 

A  ND  this  was  the  morning  after  the 
■^*-  dance.  The  sun  was  a  mere  slit  of 
glowing  orange  on  the  horizon.  Archie- 
was  already  kicking  into  his  overalls. 
"Get  up  fellows,  get  up!  Do  you  want  to 
sleep  all  day?  It's  a  quarter  past  five- 
now." 

Sam  partly  opened  one  eye.  "I  was 
brought  up  not  to  consider  one  either  a 


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dullard  or  a  sloth  who  is  found  in  bed  at 
5.15,"  he  announced  from  a  rift  in  the 
pillow.  "And  I  wanta  tell  you  chaps  that 
in  the  city  after  a  dance.    .    .    ." 

"You  can  tell  anything  that  happens  to 
be  on  your  mind  to  the  cows  as  you  milk 
'em,"  Archie  cut  in.  "There's  a  lot  to  do 
to-day.  There's  the  chores,  and  that 
piece  of  pig  fence  to  build.  And  By  Jove ! 
We've  got  to  brand  those  calves.  So  get 
a  hump  on,  you  twin  mountains  of  sleep." 

Archie,  now  fully  dressed,  started  for 
the  stairs.  On  the  way  past  their  beds 
he  deftly  flipped  the  covers  off  each, 
thereby  releasing  all  the  animal  heat  they 
had  so  assiduously  been  generating  during 
the  night.  This  is  perhaps  the  least  tact- 
ful, even  if  the  most  eificacious,  of  all 
ways  to  induce  a  fellow  man  to  stand 
erect  and  greet  the  smiling  morn,  and 
probably  accounts  for  the  sullied  disposi- 
tions that  Sam  and  Fred  brought  to  the 
breakfast  table. 

"That  breakfast,"  said  Archie  some 
time  later,  pushing  aside  the  dishes  and 
refilling  his  coffee  cup,  "meets  every 
dietic  necessity — appetizing,  sustaining, 
perfectly  balanced.  The  hen  that  laid 
those  eggs  is  an  ornament  to  her  sex.  The 
cow  that  er- — er — relinquished  that  cream 
is  the  soul  of  honor.  Now  to  business. 
What  says  the  schedule  for  to-day?" 

Reaching  to  a  small  desk  behind  him  he 
produced  a  card  index  file.  "Here  we  are, 
'June  27th.  Brand  Calves.  Build  pig 
fence.  Balance  of  time  clear  brush  in 
south  field.'  See  how  simple  it  is?  The 
entire  day's  work  already  planned — I  tell 
you  fellows  that  this  farm  is  going  to 
glide  to  success  and  prosperity  on  the 
wings  of  system." 

"On  the  wings  of  your  grandmother," 
floated  in  disgusted  tones  from  the  kit- 
chen where  Fred  was  noisily  attempting 
to  sort  the  dishes  preparatory  to  washing 
them.  "You  up-end  and  come  dry  these 
dishes.  System!  You  make  me  sick, 
Archie." 

TT  IS  not  the  intention,  friend  reader,  to 
•*■  mislead  you  as  to  the  difficulty  and 
labor  involved  in  branding  half  a  dozen 
yearling  calves.  This  undertaking  Is  no 
harder  for  an  amateur  than  playing  "The 
Rustle  of  Spring"  on  a  squiffer;  or  per- 
forming a  dental  operation  on  a  wild  cat; 
or,  say,  shelling  peas  with  a  pair  of  box- 
ing gloves.  Don't  misunderstand  us; 
these  things  are  ALL  more  or  less  diffi- 
cult. 

Branding  calves,  in  theory,  is  simpli- 
city itself.  Corral  your  cattle.  Snub 
them  one  at  a  time  to  a  post  or  posts  with 
stout  ropes  or,  if  preferred,  throw  and 
hog-tie  them.  Heat  your  irons,  and 
apply. 

You  ^re  no  doubt  familiar  with  that 
sterling  old  English  recipe  for  rabbit  pie, 
which  starts  off  with  this  useful  phrase, 
"First  catch  your  rabbit — "  There  is 
reason  and  logic  in  that  phrase,  in  fact 
it  contains  the  germ  of  a  sermon  on  pre- 
paredness applicable  in  varying  forms  to 
many  situations  that  occur  in  a  day's 
work. 

Our  dumb  friends  possess  in  great  keen- 
ness the  piower  of  sensing  impendiing 
trouble  which  countless  generations  of 
domesticity  has  not  been  able  to  deaden, 
dull  or  diminish.  It's  the  chicken  you 
need  to  round  out  the  menu  that  sulks 
under  the  barn.  It's  the  one  pig  you  par- 
ticularly desire  to  point  out  to  the  butcher 
which  refuses  to  approach  the  trough. 
If  there  is  a  horse  in  the  pasture  you  set 


your  heart  upon,  it  is  he  and  he  alone, 
who  refuses  to  fall  for  the  "oat  gag." 
Even  ducks,  stupid  and  dull  in  most 
things,  know,  without  benefit  of  calendar, 
when  the  season  opens. 

The  cattle  of  Slough  View  Farm  did 
not  furnish  the  exception  that  proves  this 
rule.  They  discerned  at  once  that  the 
trio  descending  upon  them  had  hidden, 
sinister  motives,  which  motives  they  de- 
termined to  oppose  at  each  and  every 
point. 

Several  times  the  herd  was  urged  to- 
wards the  yawning  gates  of  the  barn- 
yard. An  equal  number  of  times  did  they 
refuse  to  enter.  Led  by  Mrs.  Pankhurst, 
a  roan  cow  of  rakish  cut,  they  slewed 
from  the  very  portals  of  the  gate  to  the 
right  or  left  and  back  once  more  to  the 
pasture,  there  deploying  in  extended 
order. 

A  word  regarding  Mrs.  Pankhurst. 
Sam  named  her.  It  happened  in  this  wise. 
She  was  a  hard  cow  on  fences.  There 
was  no  fence  made  of  smooth,  barb  or 
woven  wire  that  would  keep  this  bovine 
in,  or  out,  as  the  case  might  be.  She  was 
always  in  the  crop.  So  they  arrested  her 
one  day  and  incarcerated  her  in  the  barn. 
But  she  wouldn't  eat.  So,  to  save  her 
life,  they  released  her.  The  next  day  she 
horned  the  door  off  the  granary,  calling 
to  the  balance  of  the  herd  (so  Sam 
averred).  "Come  on  girls.  Oats  for 
women."  So  Sam  named  her  Mrs.  Pank- 
hurst. 

"There  is  only  one  thing  to  do,  boys — 
and  that's  to  rope  Mrs.  Pankhurst," 
opined  Archie. 

'Tp  HERE'S  another  thing  that  requires 
-*■  finesse — roping  a  cow  of  the  tempera- 
ment of  Mrs.  Pankhurst.  It  calls  for  low 
cunning  combined  with  speed  and  endur- 
ance. Sam,  being  the  quickest  on  his 
feet,  was  elected  roper.  His  time  for  the 
ensuing  hour  was  taken  up  with  prowl- 
ings,  shadow  boxing  and  laborious  slow 
circumnavigations. 

In  this,  as  in  most  things,  persistence 
wins  and,  with  a  glad  cry  of  triumph,  Sam 
finally  dropped  his  rope  over  a  bush  and 
about  the  horns  of  Mrs.  Pankhurst. 

From  this  point  such  action  sets  in  as 
to  raise  this  simple  tale  out  of  the  realm 
of  prose,  for  what  transpired  was  of  that 
stuff  of  which  moving  picture  scenarios 
are  made.  First,  from  behind  a  clump  of 
willows,  came  Mrs.  Pankhurst:  Followed 
a  long  taut  length  of  rope":  Then  followed 
Sam. 

Such  tremendous  acceleration  did  Mrs. 
Pankhurst  possess  that  before  long,  Sam 
was  but  skimming  the  bosom  of  Mother 
Earth,  swaying  and  yawning  like  a  cap- 
tive balloon. 

As  he  reached  the  spot  from  which  Fred 
and  Archie  had  been  issuing  tactical  ad- 
vice he  traveled  in  a  series  of  long  strides 
or  hops,  and  from  the  movement  of  his 
lips  it  was  evident  he  spoke,  though  the 
rush  of  wind  carried  his  words  back  over 
his  shoulder  too  quickly  for  comprehen- 
sion. But,  knowing  that  assistance  would 
not  come  amiss  to  him,  they  too  fastened 
themselves  to  the  rope. 

At  slightly  diminished  speed,  Mrs. 
Pankhurst  held  her  course  for  a  distance, 
for  the  combined  opposition  of  three  men 
was  no  more  to  this  determined  bovine 
than  the  oppyosition  of  one.  But  physically 
she  weakened.  She  tired  in  limb,  and  her 
wind,  if  we  may  be  permitted  the  expres- 
sion, came  in  short  pants. 

She  towed  the  group  to  the  centre  of  a 


small  pool  or  puddle  and  stopped,  turn- 
ing upon  them  a  cold  and  dauntless  eye. 
This  eye,  the  trio  observed,  was  suffused 
by  the  light  of  a  new  idea.  "Give  them 
the  bayonet,"  she  decided.  "The  cold  horn 
.does  it!"  And  since  with  her  to  decide 
was  to  act,  she  sprang  to  the  attack  with 
long,  clean  leaps  and  lowered  head. 

What  did  they  do?  What  could  they 
do?  They  had  a  rope  on  her  'tis  true  but 
it  is  not  possible  to  apply  push-pressure 
on  a  rope.    They  gave  ground. 

"1^  OW  the  retreat  of-  one  side  is  not 
^  ^  necessarily  a  victory  for  the  other. 
Troops  have  been  lured  to  defeat  in  the 
thought  that  they  were  carrying  all  before 
them.  But  Mrs.  Pankhurst  was  no  ordin- 
ary foe.  Observing  that  the  enemy  was 
preparing  to  carry  out  a  strategic  retreat, 
she  charged,  horse,  foot  and  artillery  as  it 
were.  This  brought  about  something  in 
the  nature  of  a  rout,  with  the  enemy  clear- 
ing scrub  and  silver  willow,  brier  patches 
and  small  bodies  of  water  in  an  effort  to 
maintain  their  margin  of  safety,  while 
bayonets,  not  less  to  be  feared  because 
they  were  shaped  like  the  handles  of  a 
bicycle,  sought  to  engage  their  rear  guard 
in  action. 

Mrs.  Pankhurst.  like  a  wise  and  fore- 
handed general,  decided  not  to  venture 
too  far  from  her  base.  Turning,  she 
made  slowly  for  the  pasture,  grazing  as 
she  went,  but  not  forgetting  ever  and 
anon  to  sweep  the  horizon  with  a  glance 
to  make  sure  no  further  raids  were  im- 
pending. 

The  herd,  deprived  of  Mrs.  Pankhurst's 
splendid  leadership  and  courage,  was 
easier  to  capture.  One  by  one  the  calves 
were  caught,  roped  and  branded,  if  not 
with  neatness  and  dispatch,  at  least  event- 
ually. As  the  last  struggled  to  its  feet 
the  tyros  seated  themselves  on  a  wagon- 
pole  and  wiped  each  his  perspiring  face. 

"Well,"  remarked  Archie.  "That 
chore's  chored." 

"And  rather  a  neat  job  of  stencil  work 
too,  if  I  do  say  so  who  shouldn't,"  added 
Sam  who  had  applied  the  branding  irons. 

"It  must  sting  the  little  beggars  some," 
observed  Fred.  "I  remember  the  time  I 
put  my  leg  up  against  a  hot  stove  in  a 
little  station  south  of — Goderich !" 

'T*  HEN  it  was  that  Archie  jumped  to 
■*■  his  feet  and  gave  tongue.  He  made 
a  strange  and  unusual  sound,  recalling 
the  days  when  Lo  The  Poor  Indian  was 
wont  to  raise  his  victim's  hair  with  fright 
preparatory  to  raising  his  scalp  with  a 
knife. 

"Wow!"  he  yelled.  "Look.  See.  See 
what  you've  done!  How  do  you  propose 
to  fix  that,  you  ivory  tip." 

"How  do  you  mean?  Fix  what?"  asked 
Sam  in  a  tone  of  questioning  alarm,  al- 
lowing his  gaze  to  follow  the  direction 
indicated  by  Archie's  stiffly  extended  fin- 
ger until  it  rested  on  a  red  bull  calf,  slow- 
ly and  painfully  picking  his  way  to  the 
gate. 

"See  what  you've  done!"  Archie  con- 
tinued to  yell  "You  must  have  got  those 
irons  mixed.  Our  marks  are  S.  A.  S., 
aint'  they?  Well  then,  read  that  calf. 
Read  him.  What  does  it  say  on  him? 
A.S.S.,  don't  it?  You've  put  your  own 
personal  signature  on  him,  that's  what 
you've  done." 

It  was  most  alarmingly  true.  Sam 
had  mixed  the  branding  irons  and,  as  he 
watched  the  calf  disappear,  the  sickening 
Continued  on  page  75. 


Then  the  pre- 
sident rolled 
up  his  sleeves 
and  began. 


The  Rabbit  Revolution 

EDITOR'S  ^OTE.— Arthur  William  Brown,  the 
famous  illustrator,  is  a  Canadian.  He  has  a  younger 
brother  living  in  Toronto,  who  is  establishing  him- 
self as  a  u'riter  of  clever  short  stories.  They  are  here- 
with presented  together,  for  the  first  time. 


THE  SUN  fell,  like  a  golden  orange, 
into  the  maw  of  the  white-toothed 
Cordilleras.  A  night-mist,  flat  and 
sinuous  as  a  snake,  crept  along  the  low 
and  alluvial  shore-line.  The  sea,  churned 
by  the  screw  of  the  coaster,  showed  phos- 
phorescent in  the  steamer's  wake.  Away 
to  the  south-west  a  few  lights  glimmered 
at  the  water's  edge. 

"Never  thought  they'd  keep  so  close  to 
these  shores  at  night,"  said  the  yellow- 
faced  civil  engineer. 

"You  never  know  how  they're  going  to 
do  things,  in  the  Banana  Belt!"  scoffed 
the  fat  man  in  the  steamer  chair,  as  he 
lifted  his  feet  to  the  rail- 
top.     "Look  at  their  elec- 
tions!    Instead  of  having 
elections,    they   have    pin- 
wheel  revolutions.  Look  at 
their  presidents!     Instead 
of  being  statesmen,  they're 
play-actors !    Look  at  Vin- 
acosta!      Look    at    Media 
himself!" 

"Who's  Media?"  lan- 
guidly inquired  the  en- 
gineer. 

"He's  the  main  squeeze 
of  Vinacosta.  I  got  to 
know  him  some  when  I  was 
coffee-buying  in  that  tin- 
horn republic  of  his.  I  also 
got  to  know  the  Canadian 
consul  up  there.  And  I've 
got  to  tell  you  about  that. 

"  T_r  IS  name  was  Hoke 

-TA  Button.  He  hailed 
from  the  West  and  thought 
Winnipeg  the  very  finest 
place  on  the  map.  He 
wasn't  far  wrong;  you  rea- 
lize that  when  you  get 
down  in  the  tropics. 

"When  Hoke  left  home 
for  the  torrid  zone,  his  sis- 
ter made  him  a  farewell 
present  of  a  chafing-dish. 
She  said  you  could  never 
tell  how  things  were  cook- 
ed in  those  foreign  places. 
Wanted  him  to  promise  to 
cook  all  his  food  on  it;  but 
Hoke  found  it  easier  to  mix 
cocktails.  Besides,  Felipe, 
his  half-caste  hombre,  pre- 
ferred a  wood  fire  on  a 
baked     clay     hearthstone. 


By  Adam  Barnhart  Brown 

Illustrated  by  Arthur  William  Brown 

belt,  watching  the  white  lights  for  the  first 
time. 

"Then,  to  give  him  an  extra  treat,  Hoke 
trots  out  the  nickel-plated  chafing-dish, 
and  lights  the  alcohol.  He  had  a  lot  of 
ready-to-cook  stuff  lying  handy,  so  he 
puts  it  over  the  flame.  Soon  he  ladles 
out  to  those  surprised  Vinacostians  a 
plateful  each  of  first-class  made-while- 
you-wait  Welsh   rarebit. 

"Say,  were  the  President  and  his  aides 
pleased?  Were  they?  Well,  they  let 
out  about  twenty  carambas  of  joy,  and 
said  it  was  the  most  beautiful  thing  they 
had  ever  tasted. 

"All  except  one  of  the  aides — Baron 
von  Smerk — a  fellow  that'd  been  kicked 
out  of  the  German  army.  He  seemed 
quite  satisfied  with  the  consul's  whiskey. 

"But  the  President  fell  on  Hoke's  neck, 
and  wanted  to  kiss  him. 

"  'What  is  it  that  you  call  it?'  he  asks, 
taking  another  forkful. 

"'Welsh  rarebit,'  says  Hoke.  'D'ye 
like  it,  President?' 


Sometimes  of  an  evening,  however, 
Hoke'd  bring  out  the  chafing  dish  to  make 
a  Welsh  rarebit.  We'd  sandwich  it  be- 
tween a  couple  o'  cocktails,  and  it'd  go 
very  well. 

"One  day — Hoke  told  me  himself — the 
President,  riding  back  from  inspecting  a 
new  fort  or  something,  dropped  in  at  ^le 
consulate  to  return  the  last  oflicial  visit 
of  Mr.  Button.  Hoke  did  the  honors  and 
mixed  cocktails  for  him  and  his  aides. 
The  President  was  pleased  as  punch  to 
see  the  inside  of  one  of  those  queer 
Americano  habitaciones.  Hoke  says  he 
rubbered  round  like  a  rube  from  the  corn 


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The  president 
and  his  aides 
said  it  was  the 
most  beautiful 
thing  they  had 
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"'Magnificent!'  gurgles  the  President. 
'It  is  a  fine  rabbit!' 

"  'Rarebit,'  repeats  Hoke.  'Welsh-rare- 
bit.' 

"  'Rabbit,  of  course,'  says  the  President. 
'It  is  one  of  your  funny  Americanisms. 
You  say  Mock-duck,  Mock-turtle,  and  now 
Mock-rabbit!    Ha,  ha!    The  joke  is  good.' 

"And  Hoke  couldn't  get  him  to  think 
anything  diiferent. 

"But,  say,  if  the  Welsh  business  pleased 
the  President's  palate,  the  chafing-dish 
fitted  in  on  his  want-list.  He  took  to  it 
like  a  country  cousin  does  a  free  ticket 
to  a  first-night  performance. 

"In  fact,  he  got  so  tickled  with  it,  that 
he  ordered  another  on  the  spot — C.O.D. 
Though,  when  he  found  it'd  take  a  couple 
of  weeks  to  bring  one  from  New  York, 
his  jaw  fell.  Hoke  said  he  felt  real  sorry 
for  the  old  chap.  So  he  puts  on  his  coat, 
makes  a  neat  little  speech,  and  presents 
the  chief  executive  with  his  own  chafing- 
dish. 

"Did  the  President  refuse  with  dignity? 
Well,  Hoke  says  he  acted  like  a  subur- 
banite at  a  bargain  sale. 

«*'T'  HAT  was  the  way  the  game  began 

■*•  that  early  smashed  up  the  noble- 
hearted  Government  of  a  trustful  repub- 
lic. The  President  became  so  interested 
in  his  little  onwe-killer  that  he  let  the  offi- 
cial business  slide.  It  was  a  regular  fig- 
ure-8  to  him.  He  bought  cook-books,  sub- 
scribed to  a  Spanish  household  magazine, 
and  laid  in  gallons  of  wood-alcohol. 

"First  he  tried  his  hand  on  the  Cabinet 
at  a  midnight  council  meeting.  They 
daren't  refuse  what  he  handed  out,  and 
next  morning  they  looked  like  plaster 
busts  dug  out  of  Pompeii.  The  second 
time  he  invited  them  to  supper,  they  re- 
signed in  a  bunch.  But  he  wouldn't  ac- 
cept their  resignations,  so  they  had  to  re- 
sume office. 

"The  next  time  I  mixed  in  with  this 
funny  business  was  when  I  strolled  up 
to  the  palace  to  get  some  concession  pa- 
pers signed.  The  chocolate-colored  sen- 
try on  guard  woke  up,  and  after  I'd  tip- 
ped him  two  centavos,  passed  me  in.  I 
found  the  President  in  the  reception  room 
fussing  over  a  piled-up  table.  The  double- 
doors  leading  on  to  the  front  balcony  were 
open  and  the  noise  from  the  plaza  remind- 
ed me  of  Coney  Island  on  a  quiet  July  day. 

"But  the  noise  didn't  seem  to  worry 
the  President  any.  Just  then  he  was  too 
busy  to  hear  it.  He  had  a  ladies'  pocket- 
knife  in  his  fist,  and  was  digging  it  into 
an  ochre-maroon  cheese.  I'm  not  sure  if  it 
was  Roquefort;  It  might  have  been 
Dutch;  but  I  think  it  was  Dago.  I  didn't 
like  to  go  to  near. 

"'Umm!'  says  the  President,  'This  is 
pleasant  cheese,  but  not  just  the  flavor 
for  a  rabbit.  Greetings,  senor,'  he  chirps 
to  me.  'You  are  opportunely  come.  Do 
you  like  cheese?' 

"'Why  yes,  President,'  I  says;  'I  cer- 
tainly do.  But  let  that  pass.  I'm  a  vege- 
tarian to-day.' 

«'  RUT  the  old  boy  wasn't  listening.  He 
-'-'  digs  a  hole  in  the  cheese  and  pours 
in  a  lot  of  white  wine — to  improve  the 
flavor,  I  guess.  Coal  oil  would  have  done 
as  well!  I  saw  the  chafing-dish,  set  on 
one  of  those  Louis-Quinze  tables,  like  a 
German-Ohio  antique  on  a  teak  fruit- 
stand. 

"The  reception  room  in  the  Palace  at 
Vinacosta  couldn't  look  the  Waldorf-As- 
toria in  the  face,  but  it  was  all  there  with 


An- 
the 


the     Fifth     Avenue 
fixings,     so     far     as 
those      gimcrack 
places  go.    The  high 
pillars  at  each   cor- 
ner  used    to   be 
white,    but    at 
that    time    they 
were   burnt- 
orange,  and  two 
of    them    had 
been  cracked  by 
careless   revolu- 
t  i  o  n  i  s  t  s.       I 
thought  the  blue 
and    green    fes- 
toons   over    the 
windows       and 
door      looked 
quite    artistic. 
But  I  didn't 
like  to  see  a 
sliced  melon 
dr  i  pping 
over  an  ele- 
gant purple 
plush     sofa. 

"Just  as  I 
got  my  bus- 
iness finish- 
ed, the  door 
swings  open 
and      in 
marches  General 
astasio  Casandra 
President's  chief  adju 
tant. 

"  'Your  Excellency,' 
says  he,  bowing,  'as 
were  your  orders,  the 
Charlatan-quack  doc- 
tor has  been  arrested. 
He  awaits  below.' 

'"Eh,    what!'    says 
the    President, 
waking    up. 
'Quack?    What 
has  he  done?' 

"  'Your  Ex- 
cellency will 
remember,' 
goes  on  the 
General,  'that 
the  German 
consul  request- 
ed his  deporta- 
tion.' 

"  'O  h,  yes,' 
says  the  Presi- 
dent, wearily, 
'I  remember.  I 
would    like    to 

have  his  opinion  on  a  little  dish, 
suppose  it  can't  be.' 

"  'What  will  we  do  with  him 
lency?' 

"  'Oh — er — let  me  see,'  wiggles  the  Old 
Man.  'Oh,  send  him  to  Porto  Cruz  and 
put  him  on  board  that  ship  in  the  harbor 
bound  for  New  York.  They  like  quacks. 
I  read  in  Blanco  y  Negro  that  in  the  New 
York  cafes  alone  they  devour  immense 
numbers  of  canvas-backed  quacks.  What 
cannibals  Americanos  are?' 

"  'Your  orders  shall  be  carried  out,' 
says  the  adjutant-bird.  'But  also  I  have 
sequestered  the  doctor's  medicine-chest. 
What  do  you  wish  done  with  it?' 

"  'Do  with  it?'  repeats  the  President. 
'Can't  you  see  I  am  busy.  General?  Bring 
it  in  here,  and  I'll  look  over  it  when  I 
have  time.  By  the  way,'  he  calls,  as  Ca- 
sandra backs  out,  'when  the  vegetable- 
man  comes  with  the  onions,  show  him  up.' 
"Just  then  one  of  his  aides  hurried  in. 


BR,  OV^N 


Whenever 
pretty  one 

But  I 
Excel- 


he'd    see    a    particularly 
he'd  twirl  his  moustache. 


He  was  only  a  colonel,  but  he  made  it  up 
in  his  uniform. 

"  'Your  Excellency,'  says  he,  'I  have  to 
report  that  last  night  the  garrison  of  San 
Jupe  mutinied  and  in  the  courtyard  burnt 
Your  Excellency  in  effigy.' 

"  'Tut,  tut,'  says  the  President.  'Where 
did  you  say  they  burnt  me,  Colonel?' 

"  'Right  in  the  centre  of  the  courtyard, 
your  Excellency!' 

♦'  'TpHEY  were  interrupted  by  Casandra 
-^  bringing  in  a  little  black  leather 
case,  fixed  up  with  rows  of  labeled  bottles. 
You  know  the  kind;  about  the  size  of  a 
kid's  dress-suit  case.  He  put  it  down  by 
the  table,  and  we  went  out,  leaving  the 
President  to  his  carnivorous  thoughts. 

"In  the  hallway  the  General  dropped  a 
few  tears  on  my  shoulder. 

"'Ah,  senor,'  says  he,  'you  have  seen! 
Is  it  not  sad?  Our  President  gives  so 
little  time  to  affairs  of  state ;  his  mind  is 


MACLEAN'S     MA  ( !  A  Z  1  N  E 


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occupied  with  foolish  vani- 
ties! And  even  now,  Don 
Esteban,  the  Liberal  lead- 
er, makes  speeches  against 
the  Government,  and  no 
one  arrests  him!  I  believe 
it  eats  lettuce  and  blades 
of  grass.' 

'What  does?'  I  asks, 
startled,  'the  Liberal  lead- 
er?' 

"  'No,  senor,  the  rabbit,' 
says  the  General,  weeping 
some  more. 

"I  felt  90  sorry  for  the 
poor  old  man  that  I  took 
him  over  to 
the  nearest 
bar,  Ameri- 
c  a  n  style, 
and  gave 
him  a  drink. 


He  sank  back 
dreamily  on  the 
purple  plush  sofa. 


•<>'2THv/fc     \y-ii\.u  /A-w-v     'tit  <^\J^ 


"Going  back,  as  I  passed  the  old  Span- 
ish Cathedral,!  met  Baron  von  Smerk,one 
of  the  President's  aides.  The  baron  was 
standing  at  one  side,  watching  the  women 
come  from  mass.  Whenever  he'd  see  a 
particularly  pretty  one  he'd  twirl  his  mus- 
tache and  puff  out  the  new  uniform  that 
he'd  stolen  from  a  German  band  conduc- 
tor. 

"He  was  glad  to  see  me;  quite  affable, 
in  fact.  I  heard  later  that  the  President 
\  had  just  given  him  ten  per  cent,  of  the 
f       customs  dues. 

"After  we'd  passed  a  few  cheerful  re- 
marks, I  mentioned  being  up  at  the  Pal- 
ace. 

"  'Yes,  it  is  unfortunate,'  says  the 
baron.  'The  President  wastes  his  time  on 
fool  things.  And  he  burns  alcohol — actu- 
ally sets  it  on  fire — alcohol !  Ach  Himmel ! 
Can  men  be  so  crazy?  I  hear  the  Lib- 
erals are  organizing  an  army  in  the  north! 
There  will  be  a  revolution!  What  will  be 
the  outcome?     I  do  not  know.' 

"'  I  *HE  next  day  I  dropped  in  at  the 
-*•  consulate  to  get  a  taste  of  home. 
XL  Hoke  met  me  wearing  a  smile,  wide  as 
B'  the  lakefront  back  in  old  Toronto. 
H  "  'It's  awful  funny,'  says  he,  beginning 
^K  to  mix  the  cocktails.  "The  fact  is,  this  dear 
^^wold  President  has  went  and  gone  and  in- 
^Hyited  the  Cabinet  Ministers  and  all  his 
W^^avorite  Generals  to  a  special  midnight 
I  supper  at  the  Palace.'  Hoke  burst  out 
'        laughing,  and  nearly  upset  the  olives.  'He 


won't  take  any  refusal,  so  the  poor  beg- 
gars have  to  go  or  be  arrested !  I'm  to 
go  too,  he  says.  Sort  o'  delicate  compli- 
ment to  the  Dominion!  And  the  whole 
show  is  simply  for  us  to  taste  one  of  the 
President's .' 

"'Can  it!'  I  yells.  'I  see  them  in  my 
dreams!' 

"  'Well,  anyway,  that's  what  it's  for,' 
finishes  Hoke,  handing  me  a  glass.  'That's 
better  than  the  stuff  we'll  get  to-night!' 

"The  rest  of  the  story  I  got  partly  from 
what  I  picked  up,  but  mostly  from  my 
friend,  the  consul. 

"Hoke  hustled  into  his  party  ducks  and 
made  the  Palace  in  time  to  help  the  Pre- 
■sident  with  his  nickel  indigestion  plant. 

"After  awhile  the  other  guests  strag- 
gled in  by  twos  and  threes.  There  were 
about  ten  little,  greasy-faced,  frock-coat- 
ed men,  and  a  dozen  Generals.  Talk  about 
gorgeousness !  Say,  as  far  as  decorations 
go,  the  military  bugs  of  Vinacosta  have 
the  Russian  Grand  Dukes  breaking  stone 
at  Sing  Sing!  Champagne  and  sand- 
wiches were  served  out — to  give  'em  an 
appetite,  Hoke  said.  It  made  them  look 
more  cheerful,  anyway. 

"Then  the  President  rolled  up  his 
sleeves  and  began.  First  he  poured  a 
bottle  of  English  beer  into  the  saucepan 
and  started  it  to  simmering.  Then  he  un- 
wrapped the  cheese. 

"Just  then  General  Casandra  hurried 
in. 

"  'Your  Excellency,'  says  he,  'the  tele^ 


graph  operator  reports  the  revolutionary 
army  has  captured  the  town  of  San  Blan- 
co, fifty  miles  away.' 

"  'Well,'  says  the  President,  sweetly,  'is 
not  San  Blanco  still  fifty  miles  away?' 

"The  General  didn't  have  the  answer. 
'But — but — '  he  says. 

"  'Another  interruption,'  says  the  Pre- 
sident. 'I  suppose  I  must  do  something! 
How  many  troops  are  at  our  disposal?' 

"  'There  is  the  garrison  of  San  Jupe,' 
answers  the  General,  'but  they  have  a  dis- 
loyalty; and  there  are  125  soldiers  at  the 
St.  Patro  barracks.  The  main  part  of 
the  army,  Excellency,  is  stationed  at 
Porto  Cruz.' 

"  'In  that  case,'  says  the  President,  'we 
may  be  thankful  that  there  is  a  brewery 
at  San  Blanco.' 

"And  after  that  he  cut  up  an  onion, 
while  the  guests  nervously  ate  sand- 
wiches. 

«'  T  T  WAS  getting  dark, 
-*■  Hoke  said,  when  sud- 
denly Baron  von  Smerk 
slams  in  with  his  clothes  all 
dusty. 

"'President!'    he    shouts, 
'the  garrison   of  San   Jupe 
have  arisen  and  are  march- 
ing on  the  Palace!     I  only 
escaped    by    the 
skin  of  my  teeth!'' 
"The  President 
looked  put  out. 

"But  one  of  the 
guests.       General 
Esteban     Castillo 
y  Urbina,  who  al- 
ways     spoke     of 
home  as  'th' 
owld      sod,' 
stepped    be- 
f or  e    the 
dictator. 

"'Presi- 
dent, dear,' 
says  he. 
'Sure  an'  I'll  not  stand  by  an'  see  ye  de- 
voured like  a  timid  gazelle  by  thim  black- 
faced,  decayed  sardines!  Be  jabbers,  I 
will  not!  I  think  me  regiment  at  the  St. 
Patro  barracks  is  loyal,  so  come  wid  me, 
President,  dear,  an'  we'll  swape  the  white- 
faced  hyenas  into  the  sea  entirely!' 

"  'General  mio,'  says  the  President,  with 
a  sad,  sweet  smile,  'would  you,  who  are  a 
soldier  and  a  man  of  honor,  expect  me  to 
desert  a  half-cooked  rabbit?' 

"Most  of  the  Cabinet  had  slipped  out 
the  back  way,  and  the  Generals  weren't 
wasting  any  time,  either.  The  baron  step- 
ped out  on  the  balcony;  in  a  minute  he 
called  back  that  the  rebels  were  entering 
the  square.  Hoke  went  over  to  have  a 
look.  He  didn't  feel  particularly  happy, 
and  wondered  if  they'd  remember  he  was 
the  Canadian  consul. 

♦'A^T"  ELL,  the  troops  marched  into  the 
* '^  plaza,  while  behind  them  romped 
a  crowd  of  half-caste  citizens  and  riff-raff 
of  the  outskirts.  Hoke  says  the  torches 
threw  a  lurid  glare  over  the  set  faces  of 
the  sullen  soldiery.  I  don't  quite  believe 
this,  but  it  sounds  good.  At  one  side  stood 
a  committee  of  three  'Liberal'  members 
of  Congress. 

"The  bare-footed  army  drew  up  in  a 
line  about  150  strong,  with  the  officers  in 
front,  and  a  generalissimo  to  harangue 
them. 

"  'My  brave  men,'  Hoke  heard  the  lead- 
Continued  on  page  63. 


Face  Up 


A  Story  of  the  Earlier  Days  in  British  Columbia 

By    Hopkins   Moorhouse 

Illustrated  by  J.  W.  Beatty 


IN  THE  little  mountain  town  general 
excitement  broke  loose  and  ran  down 
the  Cairo-like  street  to  meet  Sheriff 
Bob  Wallace  and  his  posse  of  miners  and 
mule-skinners.  It  was  plain  to  be  seen 
that  they  had  had  a  hard  ride  of  it.  They 
were  covered  with  dust;  their  horses  were 
fagged  out  and  the  men  themselves  were 
saddle  weary.  But  they  had  made  a  cap- 
ture. The  prisoner  was  riding  in  the 
centre,  hands  bound  behind,  his  bare  curly 
head  drooped  forward  in  utter  dejection 
and  fatigue. 

The  worthy  citizens  of  Sanderson 
whooped  their  welcome.  The  fact  that  the 
prisoner  was  a  mere  boy,  probably  the 
novice  of  the  gang,  in  no  way  affected 
them.  That  one  member  of  Dutch  Mc- 
Gee's  crowd  had  been  caught,  even  the 
most  harmless  of  the  road-agents,  was  a 
.good  start  towards  running  the  whole 
gang  out  of  the  country.  Sanderson  was 
too  jealous  of  its  reputation  to  risk  any 
further  depredations.  Boom  mining  camp 
it  might  be,  flushed  with  money  and 
liquor,  littered  with  playing-cards,  its 
nights  noisy  with  incessant  pianos  and 
loud  songs;  but  robbery  at  the  point  of  a 
gun  was  a  breach  of  etiquette  that  must 
not  be  permitted.  It  was  not  conducive  to 
general  prosperity. 

Hence  the  excitement  at  the  prospect  of 
proving  to  the  world  that  Sanderson  was 
one  camp  where  a  man  could  part  with 
his  "poke"  in  a  perfect  genteel  manner, 
surrounded  by  his  friends,  with  plenty 
of  rye  to  drink,  cigars  to  smoke,  music 
and  dancing  to  make  the  occasion  alto- 
gether enjoyable.  Assuredly  this  Kid 
Carter  was  going  to  furnish  a  convinc- 
ing example  of  the  folly  of  robbery  on 
dark  and  lonesome  trails  before  a  man 
had  a  chance  to  reach  camp! 

T  IM  FARGEY  sat  in  front  of  the  "Blue 
"^  Light"  saloon,  quietly  smoking,  his 
chair  tilted  back  comfortably  on  two  legs. 
With  languid  interest  he  watched  the 
little  cavalcade  climbing  the  street.  The 
thing  was  no  concern  of  his,  of  course. 
Anyway,  before  the  night  was  very  old  he 
would  be  quite  tired  listening  to  repetition 
of  the  details.  He  was  a  gambler,  a  wan- 
derer, not  a  permanent  citizen  of  Sander- 
son. He  dealt  faro  in  the  "Blue  Light"  by 
night  and,  when  he  wasn't  sleeping,  he 
smoked  quietly  by  day;  whenever  the 
splits  came  and  the  boom  burst,  as  he  had 
seen  all  the  other  booms  burst,  he  would 
drift  off  with  the  tide  and  somewhere  else 
by  day  smoke  quietly  and  by  night  deal 
faro. 

For  Jim  Fargey  had  been  a  gambler  for 
twenty-five  years  or  more;  Montana,  the 
Mississippi,  New  Orleans — he  had  worked 
them  all.  One  hy  one  the  years  had 
climbed  slowly  up  on  his  straight  back  to 
a  seat  on  the  breadth  of  his  shoulders — 
more  than  fifty  of  them;  somewhere  in 
the  pack  was  the  Joker  that  had  whitened 
his  hair,  that  had  sifted  the  melancholy 


into  the  depths  of  his  dark,  inscrutable 
eyes  and  mingled  reserve  with  the  court- 
esy that  gave  him  manner.  But  he  was 
still  in  the  game  and  always  he  had  man- 
aged to  rise  above  the  yellow  of  ,his  en- 
vironment; so  that  with  Fargey  behind 
the  case  the  camp  knew  it  would  get  a 
straight  run  for  its  money. 

Above  all  else  was  he  a  quiet  man.  He 
waved  languid  acknowledgment  of  the 
sheriff's  friendly  greeting  as  the  posse 
rode  by.  Then  his  gaze  returned  to  the 
distant  peaks,  behind  which  the  sun  was 
already  dipping,  and  for  a  long  time  he 
sat  where  he  was,  smoking  thoughtfully, 
while  the  shadows  in  the  gulch  deepened 
rapidly  and  one  by  one  the  lights  of  the 
rough  little  mining  camp  glowed  out  upon 
the  gathering  darkness. 

ON  THE  evening  preceding  the  day  set 
for  young  Carter's  trial,  the  prisoner 
sat  despondently  in  the  little  stone  jail, 
watching  the  last  ray  of  sunlight  disap- 
pear from  the  heavy  iron  bars  of  the  cell 
window.  The  mountain  shadows  crowded 
in  and  the  hours  of  gloomier  foreboding 
were  upon  him  with  their  heavy  blanket 
of  useless  regrets.  The  Kid  knew  that  he 
was  in  a  bad  fix;  his  chances  for  leni- 
ency were  too  slight  for  consideration  at 
all.  He  was  lucky  that  this  was  Canada 
where  Judge  Lynch  was  frowned  upon 
or  by  now  he  might  be  swaying  in  the 
wind  from  the  limb  of  some  tree. 

Or  was  it  lucky  after  all?  Better,  per- 
haps, short  shrift  than  a  living  death  in 
the  penitentiary.  What  an  unalloyed 
young  fool  he  had  been  to  start  out  on  a 
trail  which  could  end  in  no  other  way! 
Why  had  he  tried  to  ape  the  toughs  of  his 
home  town?  Why  had  he  fooled  himself 
into  the  belief  that  therein  lay  fame? 
After  that  drunken  brawl  at  Pap's  Place 
why  had  he  run.  away  and  left  'Lissa — ? 
The  Kid  choked  and  buried  his  head  in 
his  arms.  He  dare  not  think  of  Melissa 
now  if  he  hoped  to  bear  up  for  what  was 
coming. 

He  ought  to  have  known  that  fellows  of 
Dutch  McGee's  calibre  were  concerned 
only  about  saving  their  own  skin.  They 
were  over  the  border  by  this  time  pro- 
bably and  damning  him  for  a  young  fool 
who  deserved  all  he  was  going  to  get.  His 
wild  idea  that  perhaps  they  would  ride 
in  and  shoot  up  the  town  and  rescue  him 
was  born  of  Jesse  James'  stories.  He 
realized  that  now.  Jesse  would  have 
done  that  and  thought  nothing  of  it.  Or 
Buchanan — that  notorious  outlaw  would 
have  shot  down  a  hundred  men  to  release 

a  p^l.    As  for  Dutch 

The  Kid  was  startled  to  see  something 
white  come  skimming  in  between  the  bars 
of  the  tiny  window  and  drop  at  his  feet. 
He  picked  it  up  and  saw  that  it  was  a 
piece  of  paper,  folded  into  a  dart  such  as 
he  had  been  wont  to  send  sailing  across 
the  schoolroom  when  the  teacher  was  not 
looking. 


PEVERISHLY  he  spread  it  out  on  his 
■»•  knee  and  peered  close  at  the  clumsy 
scrawl  in  the  failing  light.  The  note 
stated  briefly  certain  directions  he  was  to 
follow  along  about  midnight.  He  would 
find  his  cell  door  unlocked.  If  he  travelled 
a  certain  course  up  the  gulch  he  would 
find  a  cayuse  tethered  in  a  cedar  grove 
back  amongst  the  rOcks.  He  was  to  speak 
to  no  man,  but  make  all  haste  to  the  old 
shack  at  Jackass  Mine.  The  note  was 
signed  with  three  peculiar  marks. 

At  sight  of  those  three  little  marks  Kid 
Carter  stood  up  and  sucked  in  a  great 
breath,  his  eyes  alight,  his  jaw  set.  He 
had  wronged  "the  boys,"  after  all;  they 
were  going  to  stand  by  him,  although 
it  might  mean  death  or  capture  if  a  hitch 
occurred.  They  were  going  to  stand  by 
him  just  as  the  notorious  Brad  Buchanan 
would  have  done.  He  should  have  re- 
membered that  Dutch  was  the  sole  sur- 
vivor of  the  old  Buchanan  gang..  He 
should  have  shown  a  little  more  faith  in 
good  old  Dutch,  who  was  Buchanan 
trained.  Dutch  was  standing  by  him — 
would  get  him  away  without  a  shot  being 
fired  if  everything  went  as  they  planned. 
It  was  great! 

'T>  HE  NIGHT  was  hot.  The  air  seemed 
-^  pocketed  in  the  gulch  and  the  heat  re- 
flected from  the  rocks  which  had  baked 
in  the  sun  all  day  offset  the  shortness  of 
the  twilight  and  the  early  in-closing  of 
the  mountain  shadows.  The  bit  of  moon 
that  had  hung  above  the  towering  West- 
ern peaks  dropped  over  on  the  other  side 
and  left  the  valley  to  the  dim  light  of  the 
stars. 

About  two  hours'  ride  back  into  the  hills 
and  well  away  from  all  accustomed  trails 
was  Jackass  Mine.  Here  in  days  gone  by 
some  wandering  prospectors  had  bur- 
rowed into  the  mountain-side  in  search  of 
silver.  They  had  gone  so  far  as  to  erect 
a  couple  of  buildings  at  the  place  and 
had  sunk  considerable  money  in  the  mine 
itself  only  to  find  its  promise  unfulfilled. 
The  holes  were  still  there,  the  timbers 
rotting  in  the  shafts.  The  old  cabins  were 
still  erect;  but  the  place  was  frequentea 
only  by  the  wild  creatures  that  roamed  in 
the  night. 

Approaching  it  eagerly,  not  long  after 
midnight,  the  Kid  was  none  the  less  cau- 
tious. Rounding  a  rocky  spur,  he  dis- 
mounted and,  with  the  utmost  care  as  to 
where  he  stepped,  climbed  forward  and 
upward  until  he  was  peering  over  the  edge 
of  the  arroyo.  On  the  opposite  side  he 
could  make  out  the  darker  shadow  of  the 
shacks.  There  was  not  a  spark  of  light 
in  the  place  nor  any  outward  sign  of  life. 

Placing  his  hands  on  either  side  of  his 
mouth,  the  lad  emitted  a  low,  tremulous, 
hoot  and  listened  anxiously.  An  owl 
answered  from  the  other  side,  the  quavers 
trembling  away  in  weird  melancholy. 
Hurrying  back  to  the  cayuse,  it  took  the 
Kid  but  a  few  minutes  to  ride  down  and 


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around  to  the  mouth  of  the  ra- 
vine. There  he  left  his  horse  and 
excitedly  ascended  the  steep  path 
to  the  deserted  mine. 

As  he  approached  he  noted  the 
shadowy  figure  of  a  man  stand- 
ing in  the  nearest  doorway.  It 
looked  like  Chic  Yerex.  He  step- 
ped back  as  the  Kid  entered, 
growling  something  about  a 
candle  on  the  table  and  they 
might  as  well  have  a  light  for  a 
minute — till  they  mapped  out  the 
trail  they  would  take  to  join  the 
others. 

Wondering  somewhat  at  the 
brusqueness  of  his  reception, 
young  Carter  felt  for  the  match- 
es, struck  one  and  touched  it  to 
the  candle.  As  he  did  so  he  was 
conscious  of  the  door  being  shut 
behind  him;  but  it  was  the  soft 
thud  of  the  heavy  wooden  bolt 
that  made  him  whir!  like  light- 
ning. The  candlelight  was  shin- 
ning along  the  barrel  of  a  six- 
shooter  which  covered  him  where 
he  stood  and  behind  it  was  a  man 
whom  he  did  not  remember  hav- 
ing seen  before  in  his  life — a 
man  who  smiled  with  quiet 
amusement. 

A  FRIGHTENED  oath  broke 
■^*-  from  the  Kid's  lips  as  he 
stood  there,  staring  in  amaze- 
ment. It  flashed  across  him  that 
even  if  he  had  been  armed  the 
fellow  had  the  drop  on  him  com- 
pletely. The  Kid  swore  again 
and  the  other  continued  to  smile 
good-humoredly. 

"I  aint  a-goin'  to  hurt  you, 
kid,"  he  chuckled.  "A  feller 
don't  generally  help  a  prisoner 
to  make  a  getaway  so  't  he  kin 
put  a  bullet  in  him.  If  you  do 
git  hurt,  son,  it'll  be  your  own 
fault,  remember.  Sit  down  an' 
make  yourself  comfortable. 
We're  goin'  to  have  a  little  chat, 
all  to  ourselves  out  here,  you  an' 
me,  where  it's  nice  an'  quiet,  no 
interruptions  an'  all  that.  Sit 
down,  I  said." 

The  Kid  sat  down.  There  was 
nothing  else  to  do. 

"Who  are  you?"  he  gasped. 

The  other  had  lowered  the 
weapon  and  was  eyeing  him  spe- 
culatively. The  Kid  continued  to 
watch  him  closely  with  growing 
wonder. 

"Thought  you'd  find  Dutch 
here,  eh?"  chuckled  the  stranger.  "Or  was 
it  that  wall-eyed  son  of  Satan,  Chic  Yerex? 
Or  mebbe  you  was  expoctin'  to  see  Bat  01- 
sen  or  shake  hands  with  the  Preacher.  Eh, 
son?  Wonderful  strong  on  shakin'  hands, 
the  Preacher,  aint  he? — rollin'  his  gun 
while  he's  doin'  it  an'  partin'  with  a  bit 
of  lead  all  at  one  an'  the  same  time  to  de- 
monstrate kind  feelin'  for  enemies!  Clever 
trick,  that,  eh?" 

"Who — who — ?"  began  the  Kid  weakly. 

"On'y  it  aint  the  Preacher's  own  trick, 
that,"  the  other  went  on  with  the  same 
amused  smile.  "Dutch  McGee  taught  it 
to  him  an'  Dutch  got  it  years  ago  from 
Buchanan — Ah,  so  you've  heard  tell  of 
Buchanan !  Well,  it  was  from  him  Dutch 
likewise  got  the  three  little  marks  for 
signin'  to  notes  afore  shootin'  same  into 
jails  an'  such  like — sit  down!" 


Jim  Fargey  sat  in  front  of  the  Blue  Light.  .  .  .  With 
languid    interest    he    watched   the  little   cavalcade. 


The  Kid  sank  back,  nervously  draw- 
ing his  shirt-sleeve  across  his  forehead. 

"But  this  is  wastin'  time,  son,"  said 
the  stranger  with  sudden  briskness. 
"We've  got  to  make  our  little  talk  much 
shorter'n  what  I'd  like,  for  you've  got 
to  be  a  long  ways  from  here  by  sun-up  an' 
I've  got  to  git  back  to  where  I  come  from." 

A  S  HE  spoke  he  deliberately  laid  his 
■^*-  six-shooter  on  the  deal  table  beside 
the  candle,  turned  his  back  and  walked 
across  the  little  room  to  the  shelves  in  the 
corner. 

"  'Mebbe  the  kid'll  need  a  drink,'  I  told 
myself.  So  I  just  brought  along  a  scoot 
or  two,"  explained  the  man  pleasantly  as 
he  went  to  get  it. 

Carter  stared  after  him  as  if  he  could 
scarcely  believe  his  eyes.     Then  he  sprang 


for  the  gun.  He  uttered  an  exultant  cry 
as  his  fingers  closed  on  the  grip  of  it. 
Turning  slowly,  the  stranger  gazed  at 
him  with  a  flicker  of  amusement.  He 
laughed  outright. 

A  flash  of  flame  that  seemed  to  eome 
from  nowhere  at  all!  When  the  smoke 
had  thinned,  the  gun  was  lying  on  the  far 
side  of  the  cabin  and  the  amazed  young 
man  was  nursing  an  arm  which  was  be- 
number  by  a  thousand  needle-prickings. 

"You  young  fool !'  the  man  cried  angrily 
as  he  came  towards  him.  "Want  to  let 
everybody  within  range  know  where  they 
kin  find  you?  Sit  down.  Now,  don't  try 
that  again!" 

He  crossed  over,  picked  up  the  gun,  laid 
it  again  upon  the  table.  Then  without  a 
look  he  went  over  coolly  to  the  shelves 


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once  more  and  came  back  with  a  bottle 
and  a  tin  cup. 

"You  look  as  if  you  needed  a  bracer. 
Down  with  it,  son.  There  aint  no  'casion 
to  git  scared." 

The  Kid's  hand  shook  in  spite  of  him- 
self as  he  raised  the  cup  and  when  he  had 
put  it  back  on  the  table,  he  sat  inert, 
staring  and  breathing  hard. 

"Bu— Buchanan!"  he  muttered.  "They 
tol'  me  Buchanan  was  shot — years  ago, 
they  said — somewhere  in  the  Kentucky 
■ffills.,!" 

''Siire.  Third  day  o'  September  it 
was,  'Ifcng  about  evenin',  twenty-five  years 
-ago.    What's  matter  with  you?" 

"Th^  gun-play  —  where'd  you  learn 
•tiskt  gun-play?"  demanded  the  Kid 
hoar»eiy.  "Who  are  you  that  knows  so 
'many  secrets?  An'  what  d'you  want  with 
me?" 

"Softly,  son.  I'll  tell  you.  Yes,  I  rather 
reckon  you're  due  to  be  told  a  few  things," 
and  the  stranger's  manner  altered  swiftly 
with  his  words.  He  drew  the  candle 
across  the  table  so  that  the  light  fell  full 
upon  the  young,  unlined  face  of  the  man 
opposite. 

■*'  T 'LL  have  to  cut  the  story  short,  for 

-•■  time's  gettin'  everlastin'  precious. 
It's  about  Buchanan.  I  knew  him.  There 
was  a  woman .  He  went  wrong  be- 
cause of  a  woman.  But  she  was  a  good 
woman  an'  didn't  know  she  drove  him  to 
it.  He  loved  her — how  he  loved  her !  She 
wasn't  for  the  likes  o'  him,  though.  He 
was  nacherally  a  wild  sort,  I  reckin,  an' 
she  wouldn't  have  anythin'  to  do  with  him. 
He  was  drinkin'  his  share  afore  she 
turned  him  down  an'  after  that  he  took  on 
worse'n  ever. 

"They  was  both  livin'  in  a  little  town 
down  in  Kaintucky.  There  was  a  garden 
in  front  o'  her  place  an'  it  was  full  o' 
hollyhocks  an'  petuniers  an'  she  used  to 
wear  a  pretty  pink  dress  an'  an  ol'  sun- 
bonnet  with  the  strings  flappin'  down  on 
each  side  o'  her  curls — brown  curls,  they 
were.     For  she  was  pretty! 

"One  day  there  come  along  a  slick- 
dressed  feller  from  the  city  an'  he  seen 
her  in  the  garden  an'  took  a  fancy  to  her. 
She  took  to  him,  too,  an'  after  awhile  they 
goes  an'  gits  married  an'  starts  livin' 
in  a  little  place  with  roses  creepin'  over 
the  front.  An'  all  the  time  this  here 
Buchanan  was  drinkin'  himself  to  death, 
y'understand. 

"By  an'  by  the  folks  begun  to  take 
notice  that  Mis'  Porter  warn't  quite  like 
she  used  to  be — color  all  gone  out  o'  the 
cheeks  o'  her  an'  she  was  gifting'  power- 
ful thin  an'  worrit-lookin'  an'  went  around 
with  a  scared  look  in  her  eyes  almost. 
She'd  been  so  all-fired  happy  afore  that— 
singin'  an'  spry  as  a  kitten — folks  couldn't 
help  noticin'  the  diff'rence.  There'd  been 
a  baby  girl  come  an'  she'd  been  happy  as 
the  day  was  long  up  till  the  little  one  was 
nigh  on  to  a  year  old. 

"Then  the  change  come  over  her,  as 
I've  told  you,  an'  the  neighbors  begun  to 
talk  about  him.  Used  to  go  'way  an' 
leave  her  fer  months  at  a  time,  an'  when- 
ever he  was  home  he  used  to  be  quarrellin' 
all  day  till  I  reckon  life  was  scarce  worth 
livin'  for  her. 

"Well,  'course  Buchanan  heard  'bout 
the  way  things  was  goin'  an'  he  took  it  on 
Tiimself  to  hang  around.  He  talked  to 
the  feller  that  had  married  the  girl  from 
him  an'  he  talked  all-fired  straight.  But 
it  didn't  seem  to  do  no  good  an'  things 
on'y  got  worse  after  that. 


"Then  one  day  Buchanan  was  passin' 
their  place  an'  he  heard  screams  comin' 
from  back  of  the  house  an'  he  just  vaults 
over  the  pickets  alongside  the  road  an' 
goes  around  back  to  see  what's  up.  What 
he  seen  was  the  feller  beatin'  his  wife.  So 
Buchanan  just  nacherally  pulls  out  a  gun 
an'  fires  it  off. 

"He  had  to  skip  out  o'  the  country 
mighty  quick  after  that  took  place,  cer- 
tain parties  bein'  hot  on  his  trail;  the 
dead  man's  relatives  an'  friends  had  lots 
o'  money  an'  they  sure  meant  business. 
Now,  that's  how  Buchanan  come  to  run 
from  the  law — just  like  I'm  tellin'  you. 
He  saw  the  way  things  was  shapin'  for 
him  an'  he  come  to  the  conclusion  he 
might's  well  play  the  game  through  to  the 
finish.  So  he  made  for  the  hills  an'  took 
to  buckin'  the  law  as  a  reg'lar  business. 

*'  P  'RAPS  you  know  some  o'  the  things 

•*■  he  done.  He  went  bad  complete 
an'  it  warn't  long  afore  they  had  a  price 
on  his  head  an'  men  was  huntin'  him 
everywheres.  He  got  to  be  pretty  cute  at 
dodgin'  around  an'  he  got  a  gang  about 
him  that  kep'  the  whole  blame  country  in 
hot  water  for  goin'  on  two  years. 

"But  you  can't  keep  that  kind  o'  game 
up  indefinite,  son.  One  day,  back  in  the 
hills,  they  cornered  the  gang  an'  wiped 
'em  out — all  but  a  couple  that  got  away. 
No,  son,  you  can't  keep  that  kind  o'  game 
up  forever." 

"An'  Buchanan?"  whispered  the  Kid 
breathlessly  at  last  as  the  other  sat 
silent.     "Buchanan  was  shot?" 

"Buchanan  was  shot,"  repeated  the 
other  slowly.  "Twenty-five  years  ago,  it 
was,  third  day  o'  September,  'long  about 
evenin'.  That's  the  story — all  o'  it,  'cept 
that  Mis'  Porter  on'y  lived  about  a  year 
after  Buchanan  was  wiped  out  —  just 
about  a  year." 

The  Kid  wiped  the  moisture  from  his 
forehead. 

"An'  the  kid— the  little  kid  girl?"  he 
ventured. 

"Grew  up  into  a  pretty  young  woman, 
just  like  her  mother  used  to  be  afore  her. 
She  was  adopted  by  a  maiden  lady  with  a 
kind  heart,  God  bless  her,  an'  come  by 
an'  by  to  call  her  'Auntie'  an'  never  knew 
no  diff'rent.  An'  she  used  to  tend  to  a 
garden,  just  like  her  mother  done  afore 
her." 

'Tp  HE  MAN  leaned  forward  suddenly. 
•*■  The  candlelight  fell  on  a  face  so  full 
of  menace  that  the  younger  man  shrank 
before  the  look  that  had  leapt  into  the 
eyes  which  searched  his  own. 

"She  used  to  tend  a  garden  like  her 
mother  done.  Hear  that?  An'  one  day 
there  come  along  a  young  feller  as  fell 
in  love  with  her,  like  her  father  done  with 
her  mother.  They  got  married  an'  went 
to  live  in  a  little  home  with  a  garden 
o'  their  own.  An'  the  girl  was  happy 
enough  till  her  fool  husband  got  shiftless 
an'  took  to  chummin'  in  with  a  bad  crowd 
down  to  Pap's  Place  —  got  some  crazy 
notion  into  his  empty  head  that  it  was  a 
smart  thing  to  get  drunk  and  sass  the 
law,  to  carry  a  gun  an'  shoot  same  off 
promisc'ous    and    frequent. 

"An'  the  time  come  when  this  young 
fool  got  tanked  up  too  tight,  got  mixed 
up  in  a  fight  an'  skipped  out,  leavin'  one 
o'  the  best  little  women  that  ever  walked 
God's  earth  to  shift  for  herself,  'stead  o' 
stayin'  by  her  an'  backin'  her  up  as  he'd 
sworn  to  do.  Are  you  listenin'?"  cried 
the  man  fiercely. 


"Who  are  you?"  gasped  the  Kid  in 
terror. 

"Never  mind  that!"  snapped  the  man. 
"You  listen  to  me.  That  aint  here  nor 
it  aint  there.  You've  asked  me  that  afore 
an'  you've  been  wonderin'  why'n  blue 
blazes  I  got  you  out  o'  the  hole  you  were 
in  back  there  to-night  an'  brought  you  out 
here  to  talk  to  you. 

"I'll  tell  you  why.  You're  goin'  back — ■ 
back  to  that  little  woman  as  is  waitin'  for 
you — back  home  to  be  a  man  'stead  o'  a 
blitherin'  young  fool.  You're  goin'  back 
because  you  owe  it  to  her  an'  because  if 
you  don't  do  it  by  Heaven!  I'll  know  the 
reason ! 

"You're  nothin'  but  a  kid.  Carter — yes, 
I  know  all  about  you!  I've  made  that  my 
business.  I  was  a  kid  once  myself — 
made  a  wreck  o'  my  own  life  an'  I  aint 
aimin'  to  let  you  do  the  same  with  yours. 
I'm  tellin'  you  straight  a  man  can't  buck 
the  law  anywheres — an'  up  here  in  Can- 
ader  in  partic'lar.  It  can't  be  played  that 
way  to  anythin'  but  a  cold  finish.  You've 
got  to  go  back  and  live  straight  for  the 
little  girl's  sake  if  not  for  your  own.  An' 
that  goes !  If  you  ever  play  her  dirt  like 
her  father  done  her  mother  I'll  find  you 
out  an'  by  G-d!  I'll  put  a  bullet  in  you 
same  as  I " 

"Buchanan!"  breathed  the  Kid,  cring- 
ing away. 

"Buchanan  was  shot,  I  tell  you!"  cried 
the  man  savagely.  "Twenty-five  years 
ago  in  the  Kentucky  hills.  Buchanan's 
dead.  An'  it's  on'y  a  question  o'  a  short 
while  afore  Dutch  McGee  an'  his  pals 
will  all  pass  in  their  checks  the  same  way. 
You  can't  play  that  game  to  any  other 
finish.  If  it  hadn't  been  for  me,  you'd 
be  in  the  discard  now.  As  'tis,  I'm  givin' 
you  one  more  chance  an'  it's  up  to  you  to 
cinch   it  mighty   quick. 

"You'll  find  my  horse  picketed  down  be- 
low. He's  the  best  hereabout  an'  I'm 
givin'  him  to  you  here  an'  now.  He'll 
carry  you  out  safely.  Carter,  if  you  mind 
yourself.  Keep  to  the  old  trail  that  runs 
around  back  of  Toad  Mountain  an'  stop 
for  nothin'.     Come,  we'll  find  the  horse." 

SILENTLY  the  Kid  stood  up  and  fol- 
lowed the  other  outside.  The  two  men 
scrambled  down  the  steep  declivity  to  the 
bottom  of  the  ravine  without  exchanging 
another  word.  The  Kid  was  in  the  saddle 
before  he  could  find  his  tongue,  and  even 
then  he  could  do  no  more  than  lean  down 
to  grasp  the  other's  hand,  blurting  his 
thanks.  The  stranger  was  peering  up  at 
him  in  the  shadow,  his  hand  on  the  candle. 

"Remember,  Carter,  what  I  said,"  he 
admonished  slowly.  "She's  worth  the  very 
best  of  you  an'  you're  goin'  to  quit  makin' 
a  fool  of  yourself." 

"Yes,"  promised  the  Kid  fervently. 
"She's — worth  it,"  he  echoed  and  there 
was  a  break  in  the  voice  that  brought  a 
satisfied  smile  to  the  stranger's  face  that 
was  lost  in  the  darkness.  Abruptly  he 
caught  the  young  man's  hand  and 
squeezed  it  hard.  "I  forgot  to  say  that 
there's  a  little  curly-headed  boy  waitin' 
for  his  daddy,  too.  Carter." 

"Great  Pelican!"  breathed  the  Kid. 
He  slapped  the  flank  of  the  horse  and 
with  a  rattle  of  gravel  the  darkness  swal- 
lowed him.  "S'long,  old  man!"  came  back 
brokenly. 

The  stranger  smiled  again.  He  stood 
there,  listening  until  all  sound  of  the 
hoof-beats  had  died  away.  It  did  not  take 

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You  put  a  caterpillar  in 
at  one  end  of  the  ma- 
chine and  it  comes  out 
a  silk  dress  at  the  other. 


Sometim,e8  you  reverse 
the  process  —  you  put 
the  silk  dress  in  at  one 
end  and  it  comes  out  a 
caterpillar  at  the  other. 


As  the  Twig  is  Bent 


How  National  Policies  are  Being  Shaped 

Munition  Making,  etc. 
By   H.   F.   Gadsby 


Recruiting, 


I  HAD  not  been  in  the  Press  Gallery 
very  long  before  I  came  to  realize  the 
truth  of  the  old  saw  that,  as  the  twig 
is  bent,  so  the  tree  is  inclined.  It  may  al- 
most be  laid  down  as  an  axiom  that  no 
policy  comes  out  of  Parliament  the  same 
policy  as  it  went  in.  In  other  words,  the 
raw  material  is  quite  different  from  the 
finished  product.  You  put  a  caterpillar  in 
at  one  end  of  the  machine  arid  it  comes 
out  a  silk  dress  at  the  other.  Sometimes 
you  reverse  the  process — you  put  the  silk 
dress  in  at  one  end  and  it  comes  out  a 
caterpillar  at  the  other  end. 

The  most  recent  and  startling  example 
of  twig  bending  includes  those  changes 
in  military  policy  which  resulted  in  the 
retirement  of  Lieutenant-General  Sir 
Sam  Hughes  from  the  position  of  Minis- 
ter of  Militia  for  Canada.  It  goes  with- 
out saying  that  these  changes  were  not 
accomplished  painlessly.  There  were  vio- 
lent quarrels  at  the  council  board  which 
it  does  not  behoove  me  to  discuss  here. 
Broadly  speaking,  Sir  Sam  wanted  to  live 
up  to  his  certificate  of  character  by  Lord 
Roberts  as  the  greatest  Driving  Force  in 
history,  but  there  were  others  who  didn't 
want  to  drive  his  way,  nor,  perhaps,  quite 
as  hard.  That,  stripped  of  detail,  was  the 
chief  difficulty. 

The  changes  in  policy  had  regard  to 
four  main  subjects — recruiting,  purchas- 
ing of  supplies,  the  manufacture  of  muni- 


Illustrated  by  Lou  Skuce 

tions,  and  the  control  and  management  of 
the  Canadian  troops  overseas. 

'T*HE  P'IRST  recruiting  was  a  rush 
-•-  order.  The  usual  routine  of  sending 
telegrams  to  the  various  battalion  officers 
through  the  D.O.C.'s  was  brushed  aside 
as  being  too  slow,  and  instead  telegrams 
were  sent  direct  from  the  Adjutant- 
General's  office  to  every  officer  in  Canada, 
the  D.O.C.'s  being  notified  at  the  same 
time.  The  officers  were  instructed  to  en- 
rol the  men  and  rally  at  the  nearest  mili- 
tary centre,  after  which  they  were  to  pro- 
ceed as  soon  as  possible  to  Valcartier 
Camp.  The  senior  officer  took  charge  of 
his  unit  as  it  came  aboard  the  train. 
This  system  of  recruiting  was  free  and 
easy,  almost  chaotic,  but  it  turned  out 
highly  successful.  It  was  responsible 
for  the  first  Canadian  division.  It  raised 
thereby  thirty-three  thousand  men  in  six 
weeks — a  record-breaking  performance. 

The  next  outfit  was-raised  at  leisure  in 
the  large  centres  of  Canada  during  the 
fall  and  winter  of  1914-191,5.  This  plan 
was  slow.  When  it  was  seen  that  the  war 
was  serious  and  was  going  to  last  a  long 
time  a  big  push  was  made  for  men  in  the 
summer  of  1915.  This  was  plan  No.  3. 
It  was  Sir  Sam's  plan  par  excellence. 
Briefly  is  was  to  get  men  wherever  they 
could  be  got — to  go  to  the  men  instead  of 
waiting  for  the  men  to  come  to  us.  Officers 


were  sent  to  the  various  towns  and  villages 
throughout  Canada  and  the  men  were  en- 
rolled and  trained  in  their  own  home 
districts. 

This  was  the  most  effective  plan  of  all. 
Each  population  group  of  forty  thousand 
was  expected  to  raise  a  battalion,  and  the 
expectation  was  in  every  case  realized. 
Some  centres  raised  many  more  than  the 
battalion   asked   for. 

Plan  No.  4  was  a  modification  of  plan 
No.  3,  the  diff'erence  being  that  a  batta- 
lion was  now  asked  from  population 
groups  of  from  eighty  to  one  hundred 
thousand.  This  was  the  plan  that  was  in 
operation  in  the  spring  of  1916  when  re- 
cruiting was  to  a  certain  extent  called 
off  for  the  purpose  of  helping  out  the 
munition  factories.  Recruiting  figures 
dropped  from  32,000  a  month  to  6,000  a 
month  and  less. 

'T'HE  NEXT  subject  of  controversy 
■*■  more  or  less  heated  in  the  cabinet  was 
the  purchase  of  supplies.  It  has  under- 
gone four  changes.  'The  first  plan  was  to 
purchase  supplies  through  the  Militia 
Department  direct,  without  the  formality 
of  Orders-in-Council,  but  on  an  under- 
standing with  the  Premier.  Sir  Sam 
contends  that  no  better  purchasing  has 
been  done  during  the  war  than  under  this, 
system.  It  broke  down  in  only  one  spot, 
and  this  was  not  the  fault  of  the  system 


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but  of  those  who  couldn't  resist  the  temp- 
tation to  make  a  rake  off. 

The  next  plan  was  purchase  by  a  sub- 
committee of  the  Privy  Council  who  would 
prepare  data  for  an  Order-in-Council,  on 
which  the  purchases  would  be  based.  To 
this  plan  Sir  Sam  objected  and  had  it 
changed  so  that  the  Order-in-Council  was 
prepared  on  the  report  of  his  officers  and 
then    transmitted   to   the    Privy   Council. 

This  plan  was  carried  out  for  a  while, 
but  was  eventually  succeded  bv  a  third 
plan  by  which  the  Minister  of  Militia,  on 
the  report  of  his  officers,  prepared  an 
Order-in-Council  to  submit  to  the  Privy 
Council,  which  in  turn  submitted  it  to  the 
purchasing  sub-committee.  Both  this 
plan  and  the  former  indicate  that  the 
Militia  Department  as  a  department  was 
losing  control  of  the  purchase  of  supplies. 
The  tendency  was  to  get  it  out  of  the 
Minister's  hands — to  relieve  him  of  that 
part  of  his  work  by  letting  four  of  his 
colleagues  do  it  instead. 

The  fourth  plan  was  a  War  Purchase 
Commission,  which  largely  follows  the 
lines  recommended  by  Sir  Sam  Hughes  at 
the  beginning  of  the  war.  His  plan, 
which  was  not  carried  out,  differed  from 
the  present  plan  in  this  respect — a  com- 
mittee of  capable  business  men  was  to  do 
the  purchasing  in  co-operation  with  the 
Director  of  Contracts. 

POR  THE  making  of  munitions  Sir 
-*■  Sam  appointed  a  Shell  Committee, 
whose  history,  methods  and  results  are 
too  well  known  to  need  stating  here.  The 
Shell  Committee,  as  Sir  Sam  says,  met 
with  the  hostility  of  certain  persons  who 
failed  to  get  contracts  and  was  supplant- 
ed after  severe  throes,  by  the  Imperial 
Munitions  Board,  which  was  appointed 
by  the  British  War  Office. 

It  is  not  generally  known  that  the  Duke 
of  Connaught,  by  nature  of  his  office  of 
Governor-General,  which  makes  him  com- 
mander of  the  forces  in  British  North 
America,  claimed  control  of  the  Canadian 
troops  for  the  British  Government,  even 
while  the  Canadian  troops  were  in  Can- 
ada. But  this  and  other  similar  claims 
were  not  sustained  by  the  Canadian  auth- 
orities, and  thi^  led  to  his  withdrawal; 
though  as  W.  F.  Maclean  hinted  in 
the  World  he  wanted  to  remain.  From 
the  beginning  of  the  war  up  to  the  present 
moment  the  control  of  Canadian  troops 
while  in  Canada  has  remained  in  the 
hands  of  the  Canadian  Government. 

Tr\  URING  the  first  year  of  the  war,  the 
-*-^  entire  control  of  the  Canadian  troops 
in  England  and  at  the  front  was,  as  Lord 
Kitchener  explained  to  Sir  Sam,  in  the 
hands  of  the  British  Government.  During 
the  second  year  of  the  war,  certain  con- 
cessions were  made  to  Canada — that  is, 
to  Sir  Sam,  who  fought  tooth  and  nail  for 
them.  But  the  British  War  Office  still 
controls  the  inspection  of  equipment, 
transport,  and  many  other  matters,  and 
seeks  to  prune  away  Canadian  manage- 
ment as  much  as  possible.  Whether  this 
is  the  best  policy  or  not  is  a  moot  ques- 
tion. 

In  1916,  with  the  influence  of  Lloyd- 
George,  Bonar  Law,  and  Sir  Max  Aitken, 
Sir  Sam  was  able  to  score  several  points 
on  the  British  War  Office,  which  recog- 
nized the  absolute  right  of  Canada  to 
control  in  every  sense  her  own  forces — 
that  is  to  say,  to  carry  out  the  British  and 
Canadian  law  on  this  subject.,  Among 
other  things,  the  British  W^j:,, Office  re- 


cognized Canada's  right  to  appoint  the 
Canadian  divisional  commanders.  This 
was  the  zenith  of  Canadian  control  over- 
seas. Since  Sir  Sam  stepped  out,  Cana- 
dian control  has  been  slipping  back  and 
now  the  British  War  Office  does  about 
what  it  likes  in  regard  to  appointments, 
promotions,  decorations,  and  other  mat- 
ters, against  which  Sir  Sam  struggled 
gallantly. 

A  ND  now,  to  further  consider  the  sub- 
'^*-  ject  of  twig-bending  politics.  In 
their  progress  through  Cabinet  and  Par- 
liament, policies  are  subject  for  the  most 
part  to  violent  changes,  quick  decay,  or 
abnormal  growth.  Some  policies  contract, 
others  expand.  The  Grand  Trunk  Paci- 
fic policy  belongs  to  the  latter  class.  It 
entered  Parliament  the  Grand  Trunk  Pa- 
cific and  came  out  the  National  Trans- 
continental. It  made  its  bow  as  a  modest, 
sensible  business  proposition  and  its  exit 
as  a  high-sounding  patriotic  enterprise. 
It  was  the  caterpillar  going  in  and  the 
silk  dress  coming  out.  Almost  fourteen 
years  have  gone  by  since  then  and  the 
silk  dress  is  on  a  fair  way  to  shrink  back 
to  the  caterpillar  again,  now  that  the 
Grand  Trunk  Pacific  end  is  not  paying 
interest  charges  and  the  National  Trans- 
continental end  is  being  operated  feebly 
and  unprofitably  by  a  reluctant  Govern- 
ment. 

Just  here  I  want  to  say  that  I  have  al- 
ways been  very  fond  of  the  Grand  Trunk 
Pacific  or  the  National  Transcontinental, 
whichever  you  choose  to  call  it,  and  I  am 
sorry  to  see  it  go  wrong.  I  saw  it  born. 
I  watched  it  from  the  cradle  up  to  the 
present,  when  it  has  one  foot  and  half 
of  the  other  in  the  grave,  and  I  am  tender 
of  its  faults.  It  is  still  the  most  expensive, 
the  best  built  railway  in  the  world,  with 
the  least  curves  and  the  smallest  grades, 
and  I  am  filled  with  regret  to  think  that 
they  won't  let  it  stay  put,  but  are  tearing 
parts  of  it  up  and  shipping  it  to  France. 
At  the  same  time,  I  am  free  to  admit 
that  I  always  suspected  the  joker  clause 
by  which  the  G.T.R.  engineers  were  to  ap- 
prove of  N.T.R.  construction  before  tak- 
ing the  Government-built  eastern  end  of 
the  road  over.  The  patriots  who  tacked 
the  National  Transcontinental  on  the 
Grand  Trunk  Pacific  may  deem  it  worth 
noting  that  in  the  long  run  the  G.T.R. 
got  what  it  originally  planned — the  alleg- 
ed fat  prairie  end  of  the  railway  from 
Winnipeg  to  the  Pacific  Coast,  leaving  the 
lean  Winnipeg-Moncton  end  to  the  Gov- 
ernment. It  may  be  retribution,  but  the 
prairie  end  didn't  prove  as  fat  as  was 
expected  and  that  the  G.T.R.  would  like 
to  unload  this  on  the  Government,  too,  but 
the  point  I  am  making  is  that  the  politi- 
cians might  just  as  well  have  saved  their 
breath.  The  G.T.R.  did  not  take  over  the 
National  Transcontinental  end  of  the  rail- 
way, and  never  intended  to. 

WHEN  the  scheme  first  reached  Par- 
liament Hill  it  was  in  the  hands  of 
level-headed  business  men  like  the  late 
Chas.  M.  Hays,  Wm.  Wainwright  and  Sen- 
ator Cox.  They  knew  what  they  wanted — 
a  road  from  North  Bay  west  to  the  Paci- 
fic to  link  up  with  the  G.T.R.'s  eastern 
lines  and  make  use  of  the  Atlantic  termi- 
nals already  provided.  As  these  termi- 
nals were  in  the  United  States,  the  pat- 
riots had  a  good  handle  when  they  said 
such  a  railway  was  not  loyal  enough  and 
clamored  for  an  all-red  line  from  ocean 
to  ocean.   But  the  scheme  as  presented  by 


Messrs.  Hay,  Wainwright  and  Cox  was, 
as  I  said  before,  simply  to  aid  the  Grand 
Trunk  to  build  a  railway  from  North  Bay 
to  the  Pacific,  on  the  terms  and  conditions 
usually  granted  to  such  enterprises.  It, 
was  cold  business  and  it  was  only  when 
they  saw  danger  of  their  plan  failing  if 
they  did  not  yield  to  the  politicians  that 
they  consented  to  burden  it  with  the  Que- 
bec to  Moncton  addition.  As  Andrew  G. 
Blair  put  it  at  the  time.  Cox  couldn't  wait, 
and  because  Senator  Cox  and  his  part- 
ners couldn't  afford  to  wait  for  fear  of 
losing  out,  they  took  on  a  bit  of  bad  busi- 
ness. 

When  it  was  bruited  about  that  the  rea- 
sonable commercial  venture  with  which 
Messrs.  Hays,  Wainwright  and  Cox  had 
identified  their  names  was  on  the  brink 
of  blossoming  out  into  a  national  institu- 
tion that  would  make  the  C.P.R.  look  like 
thirty  cents,  the  Opposition  of  the  day  at 
once  became  prolifically  practical.  They 
had,  as  I  remember,  an  alternative  policy 
for  every  day  in  the  week.  Monday's  pol- 
icy was  to  extend  the  Intercolonial  Rail- 
way to  Georgian  Bay,  and  thence  to  Win- 
nipeg. Tuesday's  policy  was  to  give  as- 
sistance to  the  Grand  Trunk  Pacific.  Wed- 
nesday's policy  was  to  control  rates  in  re- 
turn for  reasonable  public  aid;  also  to 
extend  the  Intercolonial  and  free  it  from 
Government  control.  Thursday's  policy 
was  to  extend  the  Intercolonial  clear 
across  the  continent  and  let  the  people 
own  and  control  it.  Friday's  policy  was 
to  aid  the  Grand  Trunk  to  build  from 
North  Bay  to  the  Pacific  as  it  wished.  Sat- 
urday's policy  was  to  buy  or  build  link 
railways  which  would  bring  the  Inter- 
colonial to  Fort  William  and  to  assist  the 
C.N.R.,  C.P.R.,  and  G.T.R,  to  build  lines 
or  improve  grades  from  there  on  to  Ed- 
monton, with  colonization  roads  froni  Ed- 
monton to  the  Pacific  and  from  Quebec 
to  Winnipeg,  as  a  prospect  of  the  near 
future.  Sunday's  policy  was  to  utilize  the 
water  routes,  lake,  canal  and  river. 

Still  another  plan  was  to  buy  out  the 
C.N.R.,  but  Messrs.  Mackenzie  and  Mann 
could  not  see  it  in  that  light.  Instead, 
they  were  inspired  to  have  a  transcontin- 
ental railway  of  their  own  and  then  and 
there  began  that  policy  of  shreds  and, 
patches,  buying  and  building,  a  link  here 
'  and  a  link  there,  subsidies  and  loans, 
which  has  since  run  into  a  lot  of  money. 
Even  at  that,  the  C.N.R.  was  conceived 
in  common  sense  and  built  economically. 
It  did  business  as  soon  as  the  rails  were 
down  and  comes  nearer  paying  its  way 
right  now  than  the  more  ambitions  pro- 
ject which  had  its  birth  at  the  same  time. 
But  then,  Mackenzie  and  Mann  were  in 
the  business  to  make  money.  They  didn't 
load  their  railway  up  with  fifteen  hundred 
miles  of  patriotism  running  mostly 
through  a  wilderness  of  rock  and  muskeg, 
whose  only  traffic-producing  business  was 
pure  air  and  Christmas  trees.  It  was  ob- 
jected at  the  time  that  nobody  knew  any- 
thing about  this  northern  fringe  between 
Winnipeg  and  Quebec,  but  the  old  reports 
of  the  Geological  Survey  were  dug  up  and 
were  cited  as  a  "mountain  of  information." 

THE  trouble  was  that  the  Opposition 
had  too  many  alternative  policies. 
They  worked  a  different  one,  sometimes 
two  different  ones,  every  day.  They  would 
have  done  better  to  settle  on  one  policy 
and  stick  to  it.  As  it  turned  out,  almost 
any  policy  would  have  been  better  than  the 
one  the  Liberal  Government  adopted.  But 


M  A  C  L  E  A  N  '  ,S    M  A  ( ;  A  Z  1  N  E 


25 


The  Opposition  did  not  take 
the  conflict  seriously.  .  .  It 
went  through  the  motions  but 
had  no  real  heart  in  the  fight. 


who  could  have  told  it?  It  was  1903,  the 
threshold  of  Canada's  century,  and  there 
was  optimism  in  the  air.  There  were  mil- 
lions hovering  around  and  there  were  also 
men  hovering  around  who  were  willing 
to  make  the  millions  while  the  making 
was  good.  Almost  everything  and  every- 
body about  the  G.T.P.  did  well,  the  pro- 
moters, the  townsite  operators,  all  the  side 
lines,  in  fact — everything  except  the  rail- 
way.   It  bit  off  more  than  it  could  chew. 

To  make  a  metaphor  of  it,  Sindbad 
might  have  got  along  all  right  if  it  hadn't 
been  for  his  Old  Man  of  the  Sea.  In 
other  words,  the  Maritime  Province  mem- 
bers of  Parliament  got  hold  of  the  G.T.P. 
and  loaded  it  up  with  the  "Winnipeg  to 
Moncton  extension.  "Us,  too!"  they 
howled,  and  if  they  hadn't  got  what  they 
were  howling  for,  the  G.T.P.  would  prob- 
ably have  died  then  and  there.  They  were 
prepai'ed  to  hold  it  up  until  they  got  what 
they  wanted.  But  this,  as  it  happened, 
fell  in  with  the  megalomania  of  the  Gov- 
ernment, which  was  keen  to  make  the 
Laurier  regime  famous  for  a  transcontin- 
ental railway,  as  the  C.P.R.  had  made 
Sir  John  Macdonald.  I  may  have  got  this 
twisted.  Perhaps  it  was  Sir  John  Mac- 
donald made  the  C.P.R.  famous — let  it 
go  at  that. 

At  all  events,  what  had  entered  Parlia- 
ment in  1003  as  a  neat  little  business  pro- 
position, came  out  in  1904  as  a  national 
project  all  blown  up  with  politics  and  hot 
air.  Did  I  say  national?  Well,  semi-na- 
tional— the  fat  end  for  the  capitalists, 
the  lean  end  for  the  people.  All  the  nation 
ever  got  out  of  the  National  Transcontin- 
ental was  the  privilege  of  footing  the  de- 
ficits. Thus  and  so  did  the  people  go  half 
and  half  with  the  capitalists  in  this  great 
enterprise — the  capitalists  to  take  all  the 
profits  and  the  people  to  take  all  the  losses. 
They  called  this  plan — that  is  to  say, 
handing  over  to  the  capitalists  the  prairie 
section  from  Winnipeg  west,  and  to  the 
people  the  muskeg  section  from  Winnipeg 


east — giving  the  people  control  of  the 
funnel.  To  me  it  always  looked  more  like 
letting  the  people  hold  the  bag.  The  fun- 
nel has  a  poor  job — it  doesn't  keep  any- 
thing— the  riches  are  at  either  end. 

T  N  spite  of  criticism  the  scheme  went 
-'•  through  with  comparatively  little  op- 
position considering  its  vast  ramifications. 
The  Opposition,  though  fruitful  in  sug- 
gestions, did  not  take  the  conflict  serious- 
ly. It  went  through  the  motions,  but  had 
no  real  heart  in  the  fight,  the  newspapers 
on  both  side  of  politics  being  agreed  that 
Canada  couldn't  have  too  many  railways. 
When  it  came  to  action,  Parliament  was 
dumb,  as  it  always  is,  in  the  presence  of 
such  high  finance.  Two  Washington  cor- 
respondent^  who  visited  Ottawa  when  the 
battle  was  supposed  to  be  at  its  height, 
were  surprised  to  find  things  running  so 
smoothly.  They  suspected  lubrication  and 
asked  if  a  barrel  had  been  opened.  When 
a  negative  answer  was  given  they  ex- 
pressed more  surprise  and  asked  how  the 
reporters  could  show  so  much  enthusiasm 
for  which  they  had  not  been  paid.  It  was 
explained  that  the  capitalists  had  a  stran- 
gle hold  on  the  newspapers,  anyway,  but 
the  Washington  friends  still  could  not  see 
why  they  didn't  pay  for  a  little  warmth 
lower  down.  All  of  which  goes  to  throw 
a  certain  amount  of  light  on  the  Washing- 
ton practice. 

The  public  was  surprised  that  an  appli- 
cation for  a  railway  charter  by  a  private 
company  should  come  out  such  a  tremen- 
dous thing  as  it  did,  «lAd  that  surprise  has 
since  cost  us  something  like  two  hundred 
million  dollars  and  the  end  is  not  yet. 
Even  the  most  sanguirie  had  not  expected 
anything  like'  public  ownership,  including 
the  newspaper  I  worked  for  at  the  time, 
which  expected  it  so  little  and  believed  it 
so  much  less  that  it  kept  my  "scoop"  on 
ice  for  four  days  before  publishing  it.  In 
spite  of  which  I  contend  that  the  man  on 
the  spot  often  knows  more  about  a  sub- 


ject than  the  wise  guy  three  hundred  miles 
away. 

The  surprise  of  the  public  was  followed 
by  something  like  disappointment  when 
they  saw  what  a  striped  article  of  public 
ownership  it  was— public  ownership  of 
liabilities  and  private  ownership  of  the 
possible  dividends.  And  the  disappoint- 
ment has  gradually  become  pain  at  the 
amount  of  money  this  piebald  public  own- 
ership is  costing  us.  Even  at  that,  the 
public  doesn't  quite  understand  what  the 
Laurier  contract  with  the  G.T.P.  let  them 
in  for  any  more  than  I  do  to  this  day.  I 
have  only  the  vaguest  idea  of  its  horrors— 
I  would  no  more  look  them  in  the  face  than 
I  would  make  a  visit  to  Dante's  Seventh 
Circle.  At  the  time  the  bill  was  passed. 
Clifford  Sifton  delivered  a  speech  which 
made  it  clear,  as  they  said,  to  the  Man  on 
the  Street,  including  myself.  But  since 
then  I  have  forgotten  the  speech  and  the 
explanation  along  with  it.  All  I  remem- 
ber is  that  it  was  perfectly  satisfactory. 
I  understood  it  from  A  to  Z,  but  when, 
years  afterwards,  the  G.T.R.  sprang  a 
new  meaning  on  a  certain  clause  which 
let  Canada  in  for  ten  million  dollars  more, 
I  felt  that  I  had  slipped  a  cog  somewhere. 

Among  those  who  were  surprised  at 
the  final  disguise  the  Grand  Trunk  Pa- 
cific bill  assumed  was  Andrew  G.  Blair, 
then  Minister  of  Railways.  He  was  not 
only  surprised,  but  hostile.  At  the  very 
beginning.  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  took 
charge  of  the  matter — just  as  Sir  Robert 
Borden  took  charge  of  the  Dreadnaught 
policy — and  proceeded  to  handle  it  for 
himself.  Sir  Charles  Fitzpatrick  did  a 
good  deal  of  preliminary  work.  The  Minis- 
ter of  Railways  was  the  last  man  to  be 
consulted.  Mr.  Blair  naturally  felt  that  the 
Minister  of  Railways  should  get  a  look  in 
when  a  two  hundred  million  dollar  rail- 
way was  being  discussed,  and  was  much 
peeved  when  he  was  brushed  aside. 

Blair's  chief  grievance  was  that  the 
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Jordan  is  a  Hard  Road 


By  Sir  Gilbert  Parker 

Author  of  "The   Weavers,"   The  Right  of  Way," 
"The  Money  Master,"  etc. 

Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards 


SYNOPSIS — Hill  Minden,  ex-train  robber,  comes  to  Aakatoon  to  live,  creating  livelii 
discunsion  among  the  toicnspeopte  as  to  his  motives.  He  stays  at  the  Sunbright  Hotel, 
and  lines  an  exemplary  life,  reading  his  Bible  on  Sundays  on  the  hotel  porch  in  lull 
view  0/  everyone.  Minden  shows  special  interest  in  the  school  taught  by  Cora  Finley, 
a  pretty  and  popular  young  woman,  and  Mrs.  tHnley,  the  mother,  displays  animosity 
toxLard  him.  He  calls  on  Mrs.  Finley  one  evening  and  in  the  course  of  the  conversa- 
tion it  develops  that  Cora  is  Minden's  daughter,  given  to  Mrs.  Finley  to  raise  by  Minden 
on  his  wifefs  death.  Minden  avows  his  intention  0/  winning  his  way  to  power  in 
Askutoon.  Many  successful  revival  meetings  are  held  at  Mayo,  Ifolan  Doyle's  ranch, 
C7irf  at  one  of  these  camp  meetings  Minden  is  converted,  which  fact  causes  much  com- 
ment and  criticism  by  the  neivspapers  of  the  West.  Minden  longs  to  be  under  the  same 
roof  as  his  daughter,  and  yet  does  not  dare  risk  Icttinn  the  truth  become  knoii-n.. 
One  day,  hearing  of  the  impending  bankruptcy  of  John  Warner,  a  real  estate  agent', 
who  had  built  a  hotel  and  could  not  pay  for  it,  he  decides  to  buy  the  place.  Minden 
then  explains  to  Mrs.  Finley  and  Cora  that  he  intends  to'run  it  as  a  temperance  hotel 
and  persuades  them  to  come  and  help  hixn  make  the  venture  a  success. 


CHAPTER  y.— Continued. 

THEY  said  that  he  would  yet  return 
to  the  enticing  dangers  of  crime, 
as  a  red  man  educated  at  Harvard 
or  Oxford  returned  at  last  to  the  Sun 
Dance  and  the  greasy-haired  women  of 
his  tribe.  But  others  again  pointed  to 
the  fact  that  in  his  most  criminal  days 
he  always  carried  and  read  his  Bible, 
while  never  pretending  to  be  anything 
but  what  he  really  was. 

"There  is  no  reason,"  said  one  of  the 
articles,  "why  the  scandalous  sinner, 
damned  a  hundred  times,  over,  should 
not  admire  and  long  for  the  quiet  courts 
of  the  Lord,  the  happiness  to  which  he 
had  no  claim." 

It  was  further  said  that  Minden  had 
the  characteristics  of  a  dual  personality, 
loving  the  good  things  humanly  and 
truly,  but  doing  the  bad  things  wilfully 
and  voluntarily.  Minden  read  this  par- 
ticular article  many  times,  and  it  seemed 
to  him  to  be  true.  Ever  since  a  child  he 
had  been  susceptible  to  all  these  things 
which  were  the  possession  of  the  prayer- 
people,  while  something  drove  him  into 
acts  which,  never  personally  cruel,  or  ma- 
lignant,' were  still  criminal.  While  he 
had  risked  his  life  in  breaking  the  law 
many  times,  he  had  also  risked  it  in  sup- 
port of  the  law. 

/^NE  DAY,  as  he  sat  reading  this 
^^  article,  which  greatly  fascinated  him, 
he  said  to  himself  at  last: 

"It's  funny,  but  the  one  thing  seemed 
just  as  natural  to  me  as  the  other.  It 
was  always  like  that.  I  liked  good  com- 
pany better  than  bad,  but  I  couldn't 
keep  from  doing  the  bad  things,  an'  I 
didn't  want  to  keep  from  doing  them — 
not  till  now;  not  till  I  got  my  eyes  on 
my  little  gal.  By  gracious,  when  I  saw 
her  the  first  time  after  all  them  years, 
I  felt  as  if  I  could  say  to  my  right  foot, 
'You  walked  me  into  the  broad  path,  and 
.  off  you've  got  to  come  with  a  knife  an' 
a  saw';  an'  to  my  left  hand,  'You  held 
my  gun,  while  the  other  took  the  oof,  an' 
off  you've  got  to  come  with  a  knife  an'  a 
saw.'  That's  your  dooal  personality,  I 
s'p'ose.    I  ain't  never  been  one  personality 


till  now.  Since  I  come  to  Askatoon  I  feel, 
I  truly  feel,  grace  in  me.  When  my  little 
gal  looks  at  me  I  feel  as  if  I'd  like  to  be 
burnt  at  the  stake,  jest  to  show  her  what 
I'd  do  to  be  the  same  as  her.  ...  I 
wonder  how  long  it'll  last!" 

Trouble  came  into  his  eyes  suddenly. 
"I  wonder  how  long  it'll  last,"  he  re- 
peated. "I  wonder  how  long  it'll  go  on 
like  this — just  us  three  in  the  only  home 
I've  ever  had  since  I  was  a  little  boy. 
If  it  does  go  on,  my,  won't  it  be  too  good 
for  tastin'!  It  can't  though,  I  feel  it; 
an'  I've  got  to  make  the  most  of  it.  Cora's 
got  to  get  married,  an'  she's  got  to  marry 
an  all-righter,  a  one-in-a-million,  twenty- 
two  carat  fella,  so  as  when  I  go,  I'll  know 
she's  all  right.  She  ain't  goin'  to  marry 
a  man  like  me.  I  looked  all  right,  an'  I 
spoke  all  right  to  her  mother — the  angel 
that  she  was,  an'  I  deceived  her  as  to 
what  I  reely  was.  Cora's  got  Amandy's 
beauty  (an'  mind),  an'  she'll  break  her 
heart  if  she  don't  marry  the  right  kind  o' 
man.  She  ought  to  marry  a  President  or 
a  young  Ceecil  Rhodes — that's  the  kind 
of  man  she  oughter  marry,  high  bred  and 
high  steppin'." 

He  laughed  a  ;ittle  to  himself.  "I 
wonder  what  they'd  think  of  that  at 
prayer-meetin'!  Their  idea  'd  be  she 
oughter  marry  in  her  own  station,  down 
among  the  druggists,  an'  the  undertakers; 
but  I've  traveled  a  lot,  an'  I've  seen  the 
pearl-necklace  ladies,  the  finger-bowl 
ladies,  an'  rigged  out  like  them  she'd  look 
fifty  times  as  good." 

Suddenly  a  cloud  passed  over  his  face. 
"There's  the  dool  personality  again.  Here 
am  I  converted  and  saved,  and  belongin' 
to  the  Methodists,  bein'  the  revivalist 
that  held  the  fort  when  the  g-ir-iaon  fell 
sick  of  a  fever — here  am  I  talkin'  as  if 
I  was  a  slave  to  the  high-muggery  of 
this  here  world.  But  wait;  ain't  there 
as  good  men  among  the  blue-veined  high- 
muggers  as  down  here  'mongst  the  nar- 
row-minded children  of  the  Lord?  I 
ain't  as  humble  as  I  ought  to  be,  for  I 
feel  as  good  as  any  ot  'em,  an'  I  don't 
like  their  tastes.  They  want  hell-fire 
preachin',  an'  praise  God  for  the  elect; 
they  want  to  live  humble  before  the  Lord, 


yet  they're  graspin'  after  riches  all  the 
time.  But  I  want  to  be  like  Solomon — 
sit  on  a  throne,  with  a  cornucopeey  in 
each  hand,  pourin'  out  beautiful  gold  five- 
dollar  pieces  for  humanity.  I  want  to 
be  good  like  him,  an'  write  the  Song  o' 
Solomon,  an'  the  Book  0'  Ruth  an'  the 
Proverbs;  but  I  want  to  do  it  from  the, 
steps  of  a  palace.  That's  Bill  Minden, 
an'  I  guess  I  ain't  a  Christian  in  th** 
sense  it's  understood.  I  guess  I  belong 
to  the  old  order — them  that  lived  a  thou- 
sand years  before  Matthew  begun  to 
write.  .  .  .  But  she's  got  to  marry,  an' 
I  don't  like  the  lot  that  surrounds  her 
now,  my  little  gal." 

He  was  still  brooding  and  talking  to 
himself,  with  the  newspaper  in  his  hand, 
when  Cora  entered,  her  eyes  sparkling, 
her  cheeks  showing  nothing  of  the  fatigue 
of   the   six   hours   iri   the   schoolroom. 

"Now  I  wish  you  wouldn't  do  that, 
Mr.  Minden,"  she  said.  "You're  always 
so  polite,  though  you're  old  enough  to  be 
my  father." 

A  flush  stole  slowly  over  his  face.  "I 
shouldn't  mind  being  your  father;  I'd 
be  good  to  you,"  he  answered. 

She  nodded.  "I  know  that,  but  my 
own  father  was  kind  to  me — yes,  beau- 
tifully kind.  He  always  seemed  sorry 
when  I  went  out  and  always  glad  when 
I  came  in.  Tell  me,"  she  added,  "were 
you  ever  married?" 

IV/IINDEN  looked  her  straight  in  the 

eyes  as  he  answered,  "Yes,  I  was 

married,  but  my  wife  died  a  year  after." 

"And  you  had  no  children?"  she  asked, 
but  as  though  it  were  a  fact. 

"Yes,  I  had  a  child." 

"Oh!         .    .     she  isn't  living?" 

"I  lost  her,"  he  answered.  "I  lost  her 
soon  after  her  mother  died." 

"How  long  ago  was  that?"  she  asked 
with  a  deep  curiosity  in  her  face. 

"Why,  years  and  years  ago — more'n 
twenty  years  ago,  I  guess." 

"And  you  never  have  had  any  rea' 
home  since?"  she  inquired  softly. 

"Not  till  I  come  here  to  Askatoon,  a.~ 
you  and  your  mother  come  and  made  a 
home  for  me  here.     Now  I  feel  like  a 
family-man — as  if  I  had  my  own  family 
under  my  own  roof." 

"And  you  still  remember  your  little  girl 
that  died?"  she  asked  with  sympathetic 
eyes. 

"Whenever  I  look  at  you  I  remember 
her,"  he  answered  slowly. 

"So,  I'm  a  kind  of  adopted  daughter  to 
you,  am  I  not?"  she  returned. 

"Well  it's  almost  like  the  real  thing," 
he  said,  his  face  aflush,  but  holding  him- 
self sternly  quiet. 

She  laughed  very  prettily,  and  yet  there 
was  a  touch  of  sadness  in  her  eyes,  a  lurk- 
ing something  which  was  always^behind 


MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


*he  mirth  of  her  face;  and  it 
w^s  in  his  eyes  also. 

"Shut  your  eyes,"  she  said 
softly. 

He  did  so.  She  went  up  to 
him  and  touched  his  cheek 
with  her  lips.  "I'm  your  lost 
girl,"  she  said  sweetly,  little 
knowing  the  truth. 

It  required  all  his  will  to 
prevent  him  pouring  out  a 
father's  accumulated  love  of 
twenty-two  years  upon  her; 
but  he  mastered  himself  in 
time. 

"Lord  love  us,  but  that  was 
good!"  he  said,  without  any 
excess  of  motion,  and  they 
both  smiled  as  though  it  was 
but  a  trifling  matter  between 
them. 

"I'm  not  going  to  do  it 
again,"  she  said  however.  "I 
know  you're  fond  of  me,  but 
the  world  wouldn't  under- 
stand. I  don't  believe  mother 
would  understand,  though 
kissing  you  is  different  from 
kissing  any  other  man." 

"Do  men  kiss  you?"  he 
asked,  frowning  slightly  in 
anxiety. 

"Men  don't  kiss  me,  but  a 
man  did  kiss  me,  and  I  hated 
it,"  she  answered.  A  shadow 
crossed  her  face.  "1  don't  like 
to  remember  it,"  she  con- 
tinued. "I  liked  him  in  a  way, 
and  then  all  at  once  I  didn't 
like  him,  because  he  took  hold 
of  me  and  kissed  me.  I 
wanted  to  strike  him  in  the 
face,  I  hated  him  so.  I  don't 
know  what  it  was,  but  first 
he  seemed  respectful  to  me, 
the  same  as  most  other  men, 
and  then  he  acted  like  some 
wild  animal,  and  it  made  me 
sick." 

"Was  it  here  in  this  house?" 
he  asked,  almost  trembling 
with  anger,  yet  hiding  it  from 
her. 

"No,  not  here,"  she  replied. 
"I'm  glad  o'  that— I'm  glad 
it  didn't  happen  here,"  he  de- 
clared. "I'm  glad  it  didn't 
happen  while  you  was  here 
with  me." 

"Men  don't  bother  me  since 
I  came  to  live  here,"  she  re- 
marked. "It  was  when  I  was 
alone  with  mother  they  did  it. 
Oh,  there  are  men — but  no,  I 
won't  tell  you.  Bygones  are 
bygones." 

"Did  you  never  care  for  any 
man?"  he  asked.  "Did  you 
never  love  any  man  at  all?" 

"No,  never,"  she  answered. 
"I  never  loved  any  one  except  my  own 
father,  and  then  I  am  very  fond  of  you." 
A  great  light  shone  in  his  eyes.  "It 
may  happen  a  man'll  come  some  day. 
Wouldn't  you  like  to  love  a  man  and  get 
married?"  he  asked. 

She  looked  him  frankly  in  the  face,  and 
her  eyes  softened.  "When  the  right  man 
comes  along  I'll  marry  him  just  as  quick 
as  he  wants  me  to — or  almost,"  she  an- 
swered. 

About  ten  o'clock  that  night,  Minden 
was  sitting  in  his  office  which  had  a 
big  door  opening  on  the  garden  behind 


'The  riders  came  down  on  us.    .    . 
.     .     The  MacMahons  got  away.' 


the  hotel.  From  it  a  few  steps  led  down 
to  the  grassy  level.  With  foresight,  not 
to  say  cunning,  he  had  placed  his  office 
where  he  could  not  be  reached  by  the 
casual  passer-by;  by  the  loafer,  the  book 
agent,  or  the  bore.  It  was  some  distance 
from  the  rooms  occupied  by  Mrs.  Finley 
and  Cora,  and  it  was  also  some  yards 
away  from  the  central  hall  where  visitors 
were  received  and  names  registered.  He 
had  greatly  enjoyed  the  seclusion,  and 
there  were  times  when  he  worked  for 
hours  with  his  accounts  and  at  the  de- 
tailed business  of  the  hotel.  These  de- 
tails  and    calculations    gave    him    much 


trouble  at  first,  because  he  had  always 
been  indift'erent  to  money  in  the  small 
pieces  and  hated  detail — the  small  items 
of  life,  as  it  were.  His  whole  scheme  of 
existence  had  been  too  large,  too  episo- 
dical and  incidental,  to  admit  of  prectston 
and  finesse;  but  now  when  he  felt  he 
could  tear  accounts,  books  and  letters  to 
pieces,  and  scatter  them  to  the  four  winds 
of  heaven,  one  thought  held  him  steady, 
kept  him  smiling  at  his  desk.  It  was 
•Cora.  It  was  worth  any  amount  of  drud- 
gery to  be  near  her,  and  something  of  a 
conventional  sense  of  duty,  belonging  to 
the  Christian  life,  worked  through  all  he 


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.M  A  C  L  E  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


did.  Perhaps  it  was  as  much  habit  as 
anything  else,  but  there  it  was :  the  pious 
system  with  its  etiquette,  rules  and  dis- 
cipline worked  upon  him. ' 

He  had  sat  in  his  office  till  nearly  an 
hour  past  closing-time,  absorbed,  puz- 
zled, stubbornly  determined  to  work  out 
his  business  problems  without  calling  in 
an  accountant's  assistance.  A  pipe  rest- 
ed by  his  hand  untouched,  the  clock  ticked 
on  unnoticed.  Presently  he  was  disturbed 
by  a  noise  in  the  garden.  Then  he  heard 
his  own  name  called,  and  someone  stum- 
bled on  the  steps.  He  went  to  the  door 
quickly,  opened  it  and  looked  out  into  the 
night.  It  was  very  dark.  He  stepped 
back  quickly  and  turned  the  gas  low.  then 
he  went  to  the  open  door  again.  Now  he 
could  make  out  a  stooping  figure  at  the 
bottom  of  the  steps. 

"Help,  Mr.  Minden,  help!  I'm  hurt!" 
a  voice  whispered  to  him. 

An  instant  later  Minden  had  the 
stranger  in  his  office  lying  on  a  sofa.  A 
little  trickle  of  blood  showed  on  the  floor, 
and  there  was  another  spot  on  the  lower 
step  of  the  stair  at  the  doorway.  Minden 
asked  no  questions  at  once,  but  with  the 
instinct  of  one  who  had  used  firearms 
much,  he  found  a  wound  in  the  man's  arm 
and  the  flesh  of  the  side.  Stripping  the 
victim  of  his  coat  and  waistcoat  and  tear- 
ing open  his  shirt,  he  proceeded  with  a 
frontiersman's  skill  to  dress  the  wounds, 
cutting  up  with  a  pair  of  scissors  a  towel, 
which  hung  by  the  little  washstand,  and 
using  his  big  red  handkerchiefs  to  bind 
the  bandages. 

Instinct  told  him  that  here  was  a  mys- 
tery, a  story  not  for  the  open  day. 

"What  did  you  come  to  my  back  door 
for?"  he  asked  of  the  haggard-looking 
young  man  with  the  handsome  face  and 
the  round,  soldier-like  head. 

The  blue  eyes,  troubled  by  physical 
pain,  looked  straight  into  his  own.  "I 
might  have  been  seen — the  police!"  the 
wounded  man  said. 

"What  you  been  doing?"  Minden  asked, 
still  at  work  with  the  bandages. 

"I  knew  I'd  be  safe  with  you,"  was  the 
reply.  "You've  been  in  trouble  yourself 
for  what  you  did  and  meant  to  do.  I'm 
in  trouble  now  for  what  I  did  and  didn't 
mean  to  do." 

"That's  a  fool's  game,"  remarked  Min- 
den. "It's  bad  enough  to  get  into  trouble 
with  the  law  for  what  you  mean  to  do,  but 
the  other  makes  me  sick.  You  must  have 
been  an  idjit." 

"Perhaps  not  so  much  as  you  think," 
was  the  weary  reply. 

"Well,  anyway,  what  did  you  come  to 
me  for?"  Minden  asked  authoritatively. 

"I  know  you  belong  to  the  Methodists, 
now,  Mr.  Minden,"  was  the  quick  answer ; 
"but  you've  been  through  such  a  lot  your- 
self, if  the  papers  say  what's  right,  and 
I  was  sure  you'd  help  a  fellow  who  only 
made  one  mistake.  I  didn't  know  what 
the  MacMahons  were  when  I  joined  up 
with  them  a  few  weeks  ago,  dead  broke, 
with  a  mine  worth  millions  behind  me!" 

Minden  stopped  his  first-aid  surgical 
work  suddenly,  put  his  hands  on  his  hips 
and  looked  down  at  the  young  face  made 
so  old  with  suffering. 

"You — you  joined  up  with  the  Mac- 
Mahons. That  gang's  the  worst  lot  of 
horse  thieves  above  the  49th  parallel. 
You  got  into  traces  with  them — that  lot!" 

The  young  man  made  a  protesting  ges- 
ture. "I  didn't  know  this  part  of  the 
country.     I've  been   mining  for  the  last 


two  years.  I'm  an  Englishman  from  Nor- 
folk— my  family's  all  right.  They  be- 
long"— but  as  though  to  stop  himself  from 
bragging,  he  paused. 

Minden  went  on  with  the  bandaging 
again.  "Of  course  you  were  English,  or 
you  couldn't  ha'  been  such  a  fool.  You 
belong  to  the  way-up  people,  eh?  To  the 
ten  thousand-acre  lot,  eh?  Up  among 
the  dukes  and  earls  and  lords?" 

'npHE   young  man  nodded  mournfully. 

-^  He  did  not  seem  very  proud  of  it.  "I 
came  out  over  two  years  ago  with  a  man 
who  had  been  here  before,  and  knew  about 
the  mine.  First  we  tried  one  place  in  the 
claim,  then  another,  then  we  struck  it, 
but  not  so  awful  rich.  We  got  capital  and 
used  it,  then  we  wanted  more  capital,  and 
we  couldn't  get  it.  The  mine  wasn't  rich 
enough  to  bring  money  in.  We  were  three 
partners,  one  being  a  native  of  the  West 
here.  They  left  the  mine  at  last  and  came 
down  to  Rowney  City  to  have  a  last  try 
for  money.  I  had  a  lot  of  faith  in  that 
mine.  I  offered  to  buy  the  others'  shares. 
I  had  five  thousand  dollars  which  I  hadn't 
touched — not  in  my  worst  days.  I  found 
I  could  buy  that  whole  mine — their  share 
of  it — for  fifteen  thousand  dollars;  so  I 
gave  them  my  last  five  thousand  dollars, 
and  my  note  for  the  rest,  and  a  mortgage 
on  the  machinery.  After  they  went  away 
I  struck  a  reef,  a  drift  that  was  twice  as 
good  as  what  we'd  had,  and  I  believe  it's 
three  times  as  good  further  on.  I  left  a 
man  in  charge  of  the  mine  and  struck 
south,  where  my  horse  died  at  the  Mac- 
Mahons' ranch.  I  bought  one  from  them 
and  offered  to  work  it  out.  That's  why  I 
stayed  there  on  the  ranch— just  a  few 
days  it  was.  I  didn't  see  anything  wrong 
in  the  outfit.  They  told  me  day  before 
yesterday  they  were  going  after  a  bunch 
of  horses  they'd  bought,  and  I  was  to  go 
with  them.    I  went." 

"An'  you  found  out  that  the  bunch  of 
horses  wasn't  their  own,  an'  the  Riders 
come  down  on  you?" 

"That's  it,"  answered  the  young  man, 
drawing  himself  up  to  a  sitting  posture. 
"I  only  found  out  the  truth  at  the  last 
minute,  and  then  I  went  hoofing  it  to  get 
away.  The  MacMahons  got  away  safe, 
and  so  did  I  except  for  this  bullet  wound 
and  my  horse  shot  under  me  as  I  rode 
away  hell-for-leather." 

Minden's  eyes  were  alight;  the  old 
virus  was  working  in  his  veins.  "It  was  a 
MacMahon  horse  you  rode,  eh!  It  was 
branded  with  an  M?" 

The  young  man  nodded. 

"Say,  that's  real  good,"  answered  Min- 
den. "The  police'U  likely  think  it  was  an- 
other MacMahon  moke.  There  used  to  be 
four  MacMahons,  but  there's  only  three 
now.  Phil,  the  best  of  them,  vamoosed 
South.  They'll  think  you  was  him  p'raps. 
How  did  you  get  here?" 

"I  got  the  trail  and  stumbled  along 
somehow,  bleeding  till  my  boots  were  half 
full."  • 

"What  made  you  steer  for  me?"  asked 
Minden. 

"Because  of  what  you'd  done  yourself, 
as  I  said.  I  believed  you'd  hide  me,  for  I 
didn't  mean  to  do  wrong.  I  didn't  realize 
the  situation.  I  saw  you  once  on  the 
Eraser  River.  I  saw  you  give  fifty  dollars 
to  a  poor  tramp  of  a  fellow  who'd  been 
shot  dead  by  bad  luck.  I  hadn't  anywhere 
to  go  that  seemed  safe,  except  to  you." 

"But  I'm  a  Christian,  now,"  remarked 
Minden  dryly  and  with  a  glimmer  of 
irony. 


"You  were  a  Christian  then  on  the 
Eraser  River  when  you  gave  a  man  a 
chance  to  begin  life  again.  You'll  stand 
by  me,  won't  you?  I  don't  believe  the 
Riders  have  traced  me  here.  You'll  hide 
me,  and  get  the  doctor  to  look  after  me, 
and  see  me  through,  won't  you?  I'll  give 
you  a  share  of  my  mine.  .  .  .  Oh,  it's 
all  right!"  he  added,  when  he  saw  a  smile, 
half  cynical,  half  compassionate,  come 
upon  Minden's  face.  "You  know  all  about 
mines,  and  you  must  take  three  or  four 
days  off,  and  go  and  look  at  it.  Make  your 
own  investigtions,  and  you'll  see!" 

"Say,  that  mine  doesn't  cut  any  ice  with 
me,"  Minden  responded.  "I  don't  sell 
my  private  hospitality.  That's  not  the 
trouble.  I  do  it  because  the  spirit  moves 
me,  an'  you  can't  buy  that,  no  more'n  you 
could  bite  into  a  piece  of  iron  with  your 
ivory  teeth.  Who's  your  father,  and 
what's  your  name?"  he  asked  brusquely. 

"I  call  myself  Mark  Hayling  out  here, 
but  my  real  name  is  Mark  Sheldon,  and 
my  father  is  Lord  William  Sheldon." 

"Who  was  your  grandfather?" 

"He — he  was  the  Duke  of  Bolton." 

Minden  whistled.  "Well,  a  man  has  got 
to  be  good  to  a  duke's  son  just  the  same  as 
to  the  son  of  a  tinsmith,"  he  remarked 
dryly.  "You  can  stay  here,  although  it's 
against  the  Christian  religion  to  shelter 
a  man  from  the  law.  If  what  you  say  is 
true  though — an'  I  believe  it  is^an'  you 
was  trapped  into  that  MacMahon  scrape, 
I'll  help  you  out.  I'll  hide  you,  an'  give 
you  my  wine  and  milk  without  money  and 
without  price." 

"If  you  looked  at  the  mine  you'd " 

"Pshaw,  the  mine  can  wait!"  interject- 
ed Minden.  "I'll  have  a  look  at  it  all 
right,  but  there's  no  hurry.  There's  a 
hurry,  though,  about  gettin'  a  doctor  here, 
for  fear  your  wounds  git  poisoned,  an' 
I've  got  to  find  a  room  to  put  you  to  bed 
in.  Then  about  that  doctor.  I've  got  to 
tell  him  everything.  He's  all  right,  he's 
as  good  as  gold ;  he's  been  here  ever  since 
the  place  started  almost.  I'd  let  him  see 
the  inside  of  my  mind  an'  it's  safe  de- 
posit, an'  that's  sayin'  a  lot." 

He  paused  reflectively,  and  then  after 
a  minute  added:  "Tell  me  now,  do  you 
think  the  police  got  a  glimpse  o'  your 
face?" 

"I'm  certain  they  didn't,"  was  the  re- 
ply. "Bill  MacMahon  opened  fire  from 
behind  the  trees — it  was  dusk;  and  then 
we  made  tracks.  I  don't  think  they  saw 
me  even  when  they  hit  me.  It  must  have 
been  a  chance  bullet." 

"That's  all  O.K.  It  makes  things  easy. 
Son,  we'll  save  you,  if  it  can  be  done. 
Have  you  got  a  mother?" 

"Yes,  I  have  a  mother,"  was  the  slow 
reply,  "the  best  that  ever  was." 

Minden  nodded  sagely.  "There's  lot  of 
good  mothers  in  this  world ;  there's  one  in 
this  house;  and  I've  got  to  rout  her  out 
now,  an'  have  her  make  a  bed  for  you 
on  the  next  floor  up.  If  you  can't  walk 
I  can  carry  you.  You've  got  to  have  some- 
thin'  to  eat  an'  drink.  The  three  of  us  can 
look  after  you  all  right — anyhow  two  of 
us  can.  That's  no  reason  Miss  Finley 
shouldn't  get  you  some  hot  milk,  while 
her  mother  is  getting  your  bed  ready. 
Think  you'll  be  all  right  for  a  few  minutes 
son?" 

"I'll  be  right  enough.  This  is  good 
enough  for  me.  I  don't  mind  about  the- 
doctor;  tell  him  everything." 

Continued  on  page  55. 


The  Village  of  Voiceless  Men 

;  Something  About  the  Strangest  Industry  in  Canada 


By  Robson  Black 


OME  with  me  to 
the  uncommonest 
habitation  within 
the  bounds  of  Canada, 
the  Village  of  Voiceless 
Men.  There  is  that 
other  marvellous  pro- 
duct of  faith,  the  shrine 
of  Ste.  Anne  de  Beaupre, 
but  the  Monastery  at  La 
Ti-appe  has  for  most  of  us  a  significance  a 
good  deal  cheerier,  a  good  deal  less  ethe- 
real, taken  in  its  everyday  dress.  The  pil- 
grim town  beyond  Quebec  with  its  dolor- 
ous prayer-making,  its  terrible  concourse 
of  crippled  bodies  and  crying  souls  is 
never  cheery.  It  may  be  majestic,  but 
■  there  cannot  be  a  sadder  acre  this  side  of 
Death  and  Judgment. 

Then,  too,  the  Monastery  represents  to 
magazine  readers  a  new  phase  of  reli- 
gious experience  in  Canada,  an  alliance 
of  shrewd  business  management  with  self- 
consecration.  La  Trappe,  indeed,  may  be 
unique  in  the  history  of  monasteries  in 
that  it  earns  its  own  living  without  large 
endowment  or  special  tax  on  parishes. 
The  many  years  of  what  may  be  called  its 
administrative  and  commercial  success 
have  not  faded  the  original  religious  pur- 
pose of  its  founders.  A  glimpse  into  the 
life  of  La  Trappe,  such  as  these  lines  de- 
sire to  give,  misses  the  real  heart  of  the 
institution  if  it  fails  to  recognize  the 
religious  passion  which  plays  incessantly 
on  the  lives  of  its  hundred  and  twenty 
members. 

Into  this  strange  eddy  of  Canadian  life 
I  made  my  way — a  ferry-ride  from  Como, 
a  waggon-drive  through  an  exquisite  land 
of  white-walled  homesteads,  past  thickly- 
laden  orchards  confessing  already  the 
contagion  of  the  monks'  example  in  hor- 
ticulture, and  here  we  swing  toward  the 
glistening  river  between  Lombardy  pop- 
lars and  budding  plum  trees  until  a  new 
brick  college  building  comes  to  sight.  This 
building  is  the  first  evidence  we  have  of 
the  handshake  between  the  fourteenth  and 
twentieth  centuries,  between  the  religion 
of  personal  piety  and  the  idea  of  public 
service.    The  collcere  buildine  has  alreadv 


EDITOR'S  NOTE.— .Sirice  the 
accompanying  article  was  written,  fire 
has  visited  the  La  Trappe  Monastery 
and  destroyed  part  of  the  old  building 
where  the  Fathers  lived.  The  ivork  of 
the  institution  is  going  on  as  before, 
however,  and  the  fire  has  created  but 
small  change  in  the  daily  routine  of 
the  men  of  silence. 


drawn  to  itself  scores  of  young  French- 
Canadians,  there  to  be  instructed  in  prac- 
tical agriculture.  The  expansion  of  func- 
tions, however,  does  not  seem  to  affect  the 
asceticism  which  gave  the  order  its  birth. 
Whatever  the  pressure  from  outside, 
there  can  be  no  complete  modernizing  of 
La  Trappe.  It  is  a  large  estate,  2,000 
acres,  and  however  many  farm  lads  troop 
alongto  the  new  institution,  the  monastery 
proper  is  many  yards  separate  from  the 
class  rooms  and  shrouds  itself  jealously 
behind  heavy  forest  and  drooping  acres  of 
orchard.  A  few  monks  must  go  out  daily 
to  demonstrate  and  to  teach,  but  the 
greater  part  continue  their  routine  of 
self-abnegation  and  Christ-worship,  seem- 
ingly unaffected  by  the  influx  of  unascetic 
students. 

'T^O  THE  great  talkative,  talked-at 
world  that  swings  by  the  gates  at  La 
Trappe,  the  rigors  of  the  Trappist  vow 
surpass  toleration  in  one  gravely  pic- 
turesque respect;  the  members  of  the 
order  are  not  permitted  to  speak.  The 
oath  of  perpetual  dumbness  applies  to  boy 
and  patriarch,  whoever,  indeed,  invites 
the  mantle  of  the  Order.  Only  a  few 
members  whose  contact  with  the  public, 
in  schools,  commercial  transactions,  etc., 
makes  the  voice  necessary,  are  permitted 
to  enjoy  speech.  For  the  others,  one  sen- 
fence  alone :  "Remember,  Brother,  the 
time  Cometh  when  all  of  us  must  die." 

And  with  that  admonition  of  the  near- 
ness of  eternity,  the  Trappist  satisfies 
himself. 

One  must  believe  it,  to  see  these  Trap- 
nists  about  their  business,  that  the  nri- 


vilege  of  speaking  is  not,  after  all,  an  ab- 
solute requisite  to  usefulness,  or  happi- 
ness, or  health.  The  monks  form  a  strik- 
ingly healthy  company.  Men  of  seventy 
and  seventy-five  may  be  seen  climbing  a 
hill  at  midday  with  such  agility  as 
awakens  a  visitor's  amazement.  As  for 
the  younger  men,  they  fill  in  a  brimming 
pi'Ogramme  from  2  a.m.  to  8  p.m.  with 
hard  physical  labor,  and  prayer,  and  rest 
on  unfeathered  beds  without  sign  of  dis- 
content or  exhaustion.  As  we  shall  see 
from  the  incessant  activities  at  La 
Trappe,  one  may  well  believe  that  these 
disciples  of  silence  have  precious  little 
time  to  talk  even  should  the  Father  Ab- 
bot restore  them  to  their  luxuries. 

npHE  "business  side"  of  La  Trappe  is  a 
phrase  which,  I  fear,  the  good  abbot 
would  not  countenance.  Yet  the  Order 
has  its  business  side.  Two  thousand  bar- 
rels of  apples  have  been  taken  in  a  single 
season  from  the  orchards  and  sold  to  the 
highest  advantage  in  Montreal  for  home 
consumption  and  export.  A  cheese  fac- 
tory in  which  expierts  spend  their  days 
without  a  dollar's  pay  transforms  ten 
tons  of  milk  into  a  cheese  that  flicks  the 
appetite  of  fancy  hotels  all  over  America. 
Thousands  of  pounds  of  honey  go  to  mar- 
ket in  the  fall  months  fetching  prices  to 
make  an  ordinary  apiarist  groan.  The 
Monastery  has  its  own  bookkeepers,  its 
own  system  of  cost  accounting.  Bills  are 
rendered  promptly  and  paid  promptly. 
On  this  great  farm  of  two  thousand  acres 
where  only  the  occasional  auxiliary 
laborer  is  paid  wages  it  is  not  difficult  to 
see  that  the  average  net  income  runs  into 
a  very  large  total.  Much  of  this  money 
goes  into  improvements,  new  buildings, 
more  up-to-date  machinery,  the  develop- 
ment of  the  agricultural  colleges.  Taxes, 
of  course,  do  not  afflict  this  or  any  other 
religious  institution,  but  it  will  be  borne 
in  mind  that  the  developments  at  La 
Trappe  have  conferred  inestimable  com- 
.pensations  on  the  county  and  province 
through  serving  as  a  demonstration  farm. 
Who  comprise  this  strange  company? 
What  secret  accompanies  the  tireless  and 
successful  recruiting  of  the  ranks?  As 
French  is  the  official  language  of  the 
place,  so  one  suon  realizes  the  unmistak- 
able French-Canadian  characteristics  in 
face  and  manner.  Quebec  supplies  most 
of  the  members,  and  there  are  a  few  Bel- 
gians. They  come  because  of  the  same 
religious  impulse  that  leads  a  woman  to  a 
nun's  veil  or  a  hermit  to  forsake  his 
house  for  a  cave.  'Here  is  Brother  "X." 
About  twenty-four  years  old,  I  would  say. 
In  a  family  of  four  sons  he  was  early 
marked  for  Holy  Orders.  It  is  the  prayer 
of  many  Quebec  Catholic  families  that 
one  son  or  daughter  at  least  may  wear  the 
mantle  of  religious  service.  Brother 
"X"  found  his  education  and  inclination 
synonymous.  From  college  he  passed  to 
an  office  with  the  Trappists,  which  cor- 
responds roughly  to  that  of  an  acolyte  or 
junior.  Upon  such  youths,  no  doubt,  the 
compulsion  of  silence  must  fall  severely. 
But,  generation  after  generation,  they  do 
measure   nr>   to   these    standards   of   dis- 


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cipline,  and,  the  ap- 
prenticeship of  the 
young  French-Can- 
adian successfully 
terminated,  "X" 
became  a  Brother. 
With  the  consent  of 
the  Father  Abbot, 
this  may  be  a  step- 
ping stone  in  after 
years  to  the  "Up- 
per House"  of 
Fathers.  The  divi- 
sion is  one  largely 
o  f  spiritual  a  d  - 
vancement,  for 
many  of  the  Fath- 
ers are  younger  in 
years  than  some 
Brothers. 

MORE  striking, 
however,  than 
the  young  recruit 
who  evolves  into 
the  Order  by  fam- 
ily encouragement 
and  careful  coach- 
ing is  the  consid- 
erable group  who 
become  Trappists 
near     middle     life. 

The  personal  records  of  the  monastery 
are  obviously  matters  of  leaden  secrecy. 
When  a  man  assumes  the  robe,  his  previ- 
ous identity  as  a  citizen  ceases.  This  is 
not  an  imaginary  dividing  line;  it  becomes 
through  mental  and  spiritual  concentra- 
tion as  real  as  if  the  first  thirty  or  forty 
years  of  life  in  the  world  were  jiist  an 
unhappy  fancy.  The  old  name  is  taken 
away.  No  longer  are  there  Misters  or 
Doctors  or  Barristers.  One  is  called 
Andre  or  Albert  and  accepts  instructions 
with  the  docility  of  a  trooper  and  the  en- 
thusiasm of  a  disciple.  Here  are  men  who 
at  middle  life  have  sickened  of  the  world 
and  what  they  have  known  of  its  aimless 
strivings  and  paltry  successes.  They  hun- 
ger for  a  life  of  meditation  and  spiritual 
reconstruction.  The  passion  becomes 
overpowering,  all-absorbing.  To  many 
such,  the  gates  of  La  Trappe  have  opened 
wide.  Whatever  their  previous  social 
class,  they  are  received  on  one  democratic 
footing.  Each  must  subscribe  to  all  the 
long  and  searching  formulae  of  initia- 
tion. At  the  conclusion,  the  members  of  ^ 
the  Order  with  their  Father  Abbot  accept 
the  new  brother,  invest  his  shoulders  with 
the  dour  brown  garments,  and  from  that 
moment  the  last  link  with  his  previous 
civil  existence  is  looked  upon  as  broken.  I 
believe  there  is  not  an  instance  on  record 
of  rebellion,  or  recanting  of  vows. 

I  have  watched  the  voiceless  band  to 
whom  the  wondrous  renunciation  of 
spyeech  must  fasten  all  the  days  of  their 
lives,  working  at  earliest  dawn  and  latest 
dusk.  Here  is  an  old  man  in  the  fields, 
his  heavy  robes  the  color  of  walnut,  fol- 
lowing the  endless  rows  of  corn  hour  after 
hour.  His  shaven  crown  is  barie  to  the 
sun  and  sweat  rises  from  his  forehead 
and  cheeks.  His  hands  are  large,  as  be- 
comes a  tiller,  and  the  bending  back  sel- 
dom straightens  for  a  rest.  What 
thoughts  pass  through  his  brain?  What 
bacliward  looks,  what  sudden  sharp  check- 
ing of  vagrant  fancies  inhabit  that  greyed 
head? 

Who  shall  say?  And  who  shall  not  sur- 
mise? We  do  know  for  sure  he  is  a 
dynamo  of  industry,  that  he  seeks  and 
finds  no  earthly  reward,  that  his  life  is 


Traprnst  Fathers  and  their  students  at  the  Agricultural  School 


harshly  masculine,  wholly  uncommuni- 
cative, and  stripped,  as  we  outsiders  view 
it,  of  every  tethering  pin  but  work. 

T  F  LA  TRAPPE  is  built  upon  the  idea 
■'■  of  religious  reclusiveness  its  chief 
corner  stone  is  diligence.  Where  laziness 
could  find  a  hiding  place  within  those 
walls,  I  cannot  guess.  The  astonishing 
results  from  poultry  yard  and  stables 
and  orchards  are  one  continuous  testi- 
mony to  the  power  of  human  patience  and 
energy  in  wringing  profits  from  third- 
rate  land.  It  is  not  so  much  intensive 
farming  as  intelligent  farming.  If  a 
piece  of  pasture  will  not  pay  for  itself, 
what  reason?  Well,  the  Holstein  and  Jer- 
sey cattle  will  not  flourish  on  the  par- 
ticular vegetation.  Then  away  with  the 
Holsteins  and  Jerseys  and  bring  along  the 
common  French-Canadian  milker.  That 
is  an  instance  of  what  the  Trappists  did. 
Strongly  forsworn  to  pure-bred  stock  as 
they  are,  the  pasture  land  on  their  domain 
gave  back  more  money  from  unpedigreed 
"reds,"  and  the  high-brow  connoisseurs 
were  sold.  "Is  our  present  way  the  best 
way?"  rises  like  a  sign  board  in  every 
department  of  their  labor.  If  you  saw  the 
farming  structure  built  across  those  two 
thousand  acres  to-day,  you  might  envy  the 
Order  their  original  inheritance.  Actu- 
ally, it  was  about  the  poorest  stretch  of 
land  in  Quebec,  stony,  gravelly  soil  for 
the  greater  part,  better  adapted  to  bush 
than  to  field  crops.  But  the  stones  built 
them  their  towering  monastery;  the  trees 
pass  through  their  sawmill  and  are  em- 
ployed as  lumber.  In  such  a  neighbor- 
hood, stock  raising  and  dairying  flourish 
best,  so  the  Order  pinned  its  chariot  to 
three  hundred  cows,  and  wonderful  barns 
were  built  to  house  them,  with  mechanical 
milkers.  When  you  see  the  name  of  Oka 
cheese,  you  will  recognize  it  as  the  work- 
manship of  the  monks  of  La  Trappe.  As 
much  as  20,000  pounds  of  milk  go  into 
a  day's  production.  One  hundred  horses 
and  hundreds  of  pigs,  a  hundred  hives  of 
bees  and  myriads  flocks  of  poultry,  tended, 
fed,  according  to  searching  modern 
standards,  many  of  which  standards, 
by    the    way,    have    their    origin    with 


the  devoted  monks, 
occupy    the    atten- 
tion of  the  baniJs  of 
Brothers  who  in  the 
course  of  time  have 
become    specialists. 
Father   Leopold, 
for    instance,    has 
gained  a  wide  repu- 
tation   as    a    horti- 
culturist  and   is   a 
welcome    guest    at 
many     conventions 
of     -fruit     growers 
where     his     tested 
knowledge  and  per- 
fect    command     of 
languages     are    of 
value.  I  have  walk- 
e  d     through     the 
apple      orchards 
with    Father    Leo- 
pold where  magni- 
ficent acres  of  lad- 
en trees  stretch  be- 
yond  sight  6f   the 
eye   and   have  list- 
ened to  his  spark- 
ling   comments    as 
one  tree  after  an- 
other brought  fresh 
points  to  his  mind. 
Here   under   a   canvas   canopy   rattled 
and    roared    a    mechanical    apple-sorter, 
the  second  of  its  kind  in  Canada,  which 
automatically   receives   the   apples   in    a 
hopper    and    separates    them    according 
to  sizes  and  values.    Beside  the  machine 
stood    two    boyish-looking    brothers    and 
some  hired  laborers  packing  the  beauties 
into  paper-lined  boxes  for  shipment  over- 
seas.    A  few  words  to  them,  a  cheery  in- 
struction, and  he  was  again  striding  with 
vibrant  step  across  the  browned  grass'to 
where  lay  a  pile  of  culls  beneath  a  glori- 
ous roof  of  reddening  Spies.    It  was  a  joy 
to  hear  his  exclamations  as,  plucking  a 
handy  apple,  he  surveyed  its  flawless  coat 
with  the  sense  of  a  master.     Before  we 
finished   with   that  orchard   I   verily   be- 
lieved  that   Father   Leopold   could   have  , 
taken   a   contract  to   produce  heliotrope 
apples  with  pink  sashes  had  I  but  ex- 
pressed such  a  wish. 

Five  hundred  dollars  was  paid  for  a 
solitary  cockerel  a  while  ago  as  an  aid" 
to  improving  the  laying  strain.  That 
payment  Was  but  a  picturesque  emphasis 
of  the  policy  of  the  institution  as  a  whole. 

IN  THESE  varied  occupations  of  a 
mixed  farm,  almost  the  entire  per- 
sonnel of  the  Order  finds  employment. 
You  may  see  the  oddly-dressed  figures 
passing  and  repassing  about  the  fields  and 
yards,  the  brothers  in  solid  brown,  the 
fathers  relieved  with  white.  It  is  a  cum- 
bersome-looking uniform,  the  heavy  loose 
robe  reaching  to  the  feet  and  caught  up 
by  cords  at  the  sides,  the  wooden-soled  un- 
laced shoes,  the  bared  head  above  the 
woolen  cowl.  These  robes  are  worn  day 
and  night,  at  work  and  in  chapel,  and 
fresh  supplies  are  distributed  once  a  week. 
With  slight  variation  it  serves  for  win- 
ter and  summer  alike. 

Coarse  clothes,  exhausting  labor,  with- 
out a  penny  of  remuneration,  a  pledge  to 
life-long  silence — and  yet  I  have  yet  to 
see  a  miserable  looking  Trappist.  Work 
has  given  him  physical  health,  he  knows 
nothing  of  nervous  waste;  constant 
prayer  and  obedience  render  him  immune 
to  the  petty  worries  that  harass  world- 
lings.   Earth  seems  good,  and  serves  well 


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31 


Right:  The 
graves  of  the 
Trappist 
Fathers. 


its  main  function  as  an  ante-room 
to  Paradise. 

Whatever  the  exact  philosophy  of 
the  Trappist,  he  does  not  oppress 
his  fellows  with  groans  and  grumb- 
lings.    He  is  modest  and  kind,  and 
if  he  is  one  of  those  permitted  to 
speak  to  visitors,  his  conversation 
will    not    likely    stray    beyond    the 
daily  programme  of  the  Monastery, 
its  breeds  of  cattle,  and  prospects 
of   the   honey   crop.      Not   that   he 
is  personal- 
ly   immers- 
ed in   these 
tKings,     but 
h  e      knows 
that,  most 
visitors  are. 
Your     ear 
will     hear 
nothing    o  f 
wars,      of 
battle   crui- 
sers,     and 
violated 
treaties 
more     than 
would       b  e 
current    o  n 
the     streets 
of  Heaven. 

Meal  time 
comes.  The 
b  r  o  t  h  ers 
and  white 
fathers  file 
s  o  1  e  m  n  1  J' 
into  the 
long  refec- 
tory where  on  one  long  board  table  are 
laid  the  few  essentials  of  a  meal.  The 
men  are  provided  with  a  stool,  a  wooden 
fork  and  spoon  and  bowl.  The  menu  is 
austerely  frugal^vegetables  and  bread 
and  milk  and  butter.  In  summer,  two 
meals  are  permitted,  in  winter  but  one, 
with  a  "snack"  of  something  before  going 
to  bed.  On  this  restricted  and  mostly 
vegetarian  diet,  are  developed  many  of 
the  best  physical  si>ecimens  in  Canada. 
When  the  men  are  seated,  a  brother  takes 
his  place  at  a  reading  desk  and  until  the 
finish  of  the  meal  his  voice  alone  may  be 
heard  asserting  phrases  of  prayer  and 
exhortation. 

Night  is  here  and  from  the  fields  come 
in  the  heavy-mantled  workmen,  with  hoe 


and  rake  across  their  shoulders.  The  milk 
is  pumped  in  tons  to  the  cheese  vats,  the 
horses  are  fed,  the  poultry  gathered  to 
their  gable-roofed  shelters.  One  day's 
work  has  been  added  to  the  great  imper- 
sonal record  of  the  Monastery. 

A  bell  tinkles  at  a  very  great  distance 
and  its  echo  runs  through  the  long,  plas- 
tered halls.  It  is  the  signal  for  chapel 
.service.  We  follow  the  guest-master  up 
flight  after  flight  of  steps  and  through  a 
narrow  door  to  a  gallery.  Before  our 
eyes  opens  a  bewildering  picture.  The 
glow  of  evening  penetrates  the  window 
panes  in  shafts  of  changing  light.  Flick- 
ering candles  burn  their  way  to  brighter 
and  brighter  yellow  as  the  chain  of  white 
robes  swings  up  the  aisle  and  separates. 


Left :  A  view 
of  the  chapel, 
un  h  a  p  p  il'if 
burned  in  the 
recent  fire. 

link  by  link,  into  the  boxes 
or  stalls  that  line  the  walls. 
The  fathers  commence  to  read 
the  psalms  of  the  day.  The 
right  wall  responds  to  the  left 
with  a  deeply  masculine  in- 
tonation. 

A  door  swings  back  and, 
with  a  great  clattering  of 
wooden  shoes,  in  come  the 
brown  brothers.  They  range  themselves 
before  the  fathers  and  take  up  the  first  of 
many  Gregorian  chants.  Then  they  sing 
a  hymn  and  the  service  closes.  Now 
rings  out  the  first  stroke  of  the  Angelus; 
every  head  is  bowed,  every  tongue  repeats 
a  prayer. 

The  Trappist's  sleep  is  probably  a 
dreamless  one,  as  befits  his  outdoor  life, 
but  even  in  his  sleeping  the  rigor  of  his 
sacrifice  is  not  relaxed.  His  bed  is  a  hard, 
thin  mattress  thrust  into  a  doorless  cubi- 
cle. Even  when  that  day  comes  when,  as 
portended  in  his  frequent  saying,  "all  of 
us  must  die,"  his  comrades  lower  his  body 
into  the  deep  earth,  clad  only  in  the  simple 
working  clothes,  with  not  so  much  as  the 
box  casket  accorded  a  village  pauper. 


A  Remarkable  Story  of  the  Canadian  North 

"The  Gun-Brand,"  by  James  B.  Hendryx,  will  start  as  a  serial  in  the  April 
issue.  The  plot  of  this  virile  and  romantic  tale  is  laid  in  the  far  north  Peace  River 
country.  It  deals  with  voyageurs,  fur  traders,  gun-runners  and  Indians — and, 
above  all  else,  a  most  remarkable  girl.  James  B.  Hendryx  is  the  author  of  many 
stirring  stories  of  the  North,  which  he  knows  from  many  years  of  residence  there 
—notably  "The  Promise,"  "The  One  Big  Thing,"  "Marquard  the  Silent."  "The 
Gun-Brand"  is  the  best  story  he  has  ever  written. 


The  Guile  of  Ulysses 

By    Peter   McArthur 

Who  wrote  "The   Witch  of  Atlas,"  etc. 


Editor's  Notk — Peter  McArthur  is  one  of  the  latest  additions  to 
MacLean's  all-star  list  of  contributors.  No  Canadian  writer  has  a 
larger  following  of  readers  in  Canada  than  Peter  ilcArthnr,  and  he  is 
acknowledged  to  know  the  agricultural  life  of  the  Dominion  better 
than  any  other  interpreter.  For  MacLean's  he  is  telling  of  farm 
life  in  story  form — stories  that  have  the  convincing  forte  of  absolute 
adherence  to  conditions  as  they  are.    This  is  the  second  of  the  series. 


DEACON  PULLEN  was  mad;  in 
fact,  he  was  mad  clean  through. 
As  he  drove  up  the  broad  drive- 
way that  circled  in  front  of  John  Dalrym- 
ple's  cottage,  he  was  muttering  to  himself 
and  his  red  whiskers  seemed  to  be  brist- 
ling with  rage.  He  found  old  John  sitting 
in  an  easy  chair  on  the  verandah  and  was 
so  full  of  his  grievance  that  he  hardly 
took  the  trouble  to  be  polite  to  the  fine- 
looking  old  gentleman  who  rose  somewhat 
stiffly  to  welcome  him  and  invite  him  in- 
to the  house. 

"No,"  said  the  Deacon,  "I'm  not  going 
in  to-day.  I  just  drove  over  to  tell  you 
that  you  got  to  do  something  about  the 
way  folks  are  listening  at  their  telephones 
whenever  anyone  trie_g  to  talk  business." 

John  Dalrymple  had  walked  down  the 
steps  to  the  buggy  where  the  Deacon  was 
sitting  and  had  insisted  on  shaking  hands 
with  him  in  a  way  that  was  almost  pathe- 
tically friendly.  When  the  angry  man 
stopped  for  breath,  John  looked  up  at 
him  with  a  smile  of  kindly  inquiry  and 
remarked  softly: 

"Yes!  What  is  the  trouble  now.  Dea- 
con?" 

"The  trouble  is  that  that  telephone  has 
cost  me  a  hundred  dollars,  and  maybe 
more,  and  I  wish  to  goodness  you  never 
got  us  to  have  telephones  if  they  can't  be 
managed  better." 

"Yes?"  John  commented,  enquiringly. 

"You  see  I  was  going  to  buy  and  ship 
a  carload  of  steers  in  partnership  with 
my  brother  Bob,  who  lives  out  on  the  El- 
tham  town  line,  and  yesterday  morning 
when  I  got  a  telegram  from  Toronto  tell- 
ing what  the  prices  would  be,  I  called  up 
Bob  to  tell  him  so  that  he  could  go  out 
buying  in  one  direction  while  I  would  go 
in  the  other.  I  told  him  that  the  highest 
price  we  could  afford  to  pay  would  be 
$6.40  a  hundredweight,  and  that  we  ought 
to  be  able  to  pick  up  a  lot  of  bargains 
at  about  six  dollars  or  six  and  a  quarter. 
Then  we  both  started  out  and,  do  you 
know,  everywhere  we  went  the  folks  stood 
out  for  six-forty  a  hundred  and  we 
couldn't  buy  a  hoof  under  that  price;  so 
that  we  had  to  ship  the  car  to-day  with 
hardly  any  profit  on  it.  And  I  never  would 
have  known  what  was  the  matter  if  it 
hadn't  been  that  Mrs.  Pullen  happened  to 
go  to  the  phone  to  call  up  the  grocery 
store.  She  noticed  that  the  line  was  busy 
and  listened  for  a  minute  to  see  who  was 
using  it  and  if  there  wasn't  Ezra  Drake 
calling  up  Sam  Black  to  tell  him  that 
Brother  Bob  and  I  were  out  buying  steers 
and  that  if  he  held  on  he  could  get  six- 
forty  a  hundred  out  of  us." 

Old  John  whistjed  softly. 

"You  see  someone  listened  in  on  that 
dashed  telephone  when  I  was  talking  to 


Bob  about  the  price  we  ought  to  pay. 
Then  he  telephoned  it  to  someone  else,  and 
in  half  an  hour  the  news  was  all  over 
three  townships.  As  I  figure  it  out,  we 
could  have  bought  that  carload  of  steers 
a  couple  of  hundred  dollars  cheaper  if 
everyone  didn't  know  just  what  price  we 
were  willing  to  pay,  and  I'm  so  mad  about 
it  that  I  feel  like  tearing  the  contraption 
out  of  the  house  and  throwing  it  in  the 
ditch." 

"Oh,  you  mustn't  do  that,"  said  John, 
softly.  "I  have  been  hearing  a  lot  of 
complaints  lately  and  have  been  thinking 
about  the  matter  quite  a  lot.  If  you  will 
just  let  things  rest  for  a  week  or  so  I 
may  be  able  to  fix  things  up." 

"Well,  I  think  you'd  better.  With  folks 
listening  in  on  the  telephone  and  wimmin 
gossiping  when  they  ought  to  be  at  their 
work,  and  young  people  makin'  dates  with 
one  another,  the  telephone  is  getting  to 
be  the  curse  of  the  country.  Giddap, 
Dolly." 

/ 

A  FTER  Deacon  Pullen  had  driven 
-'*■  away  John  Dalrymple  returned  to 
his  easy  chair  on  the  verandah  and,  in 
spite  of  the  tale  of  woe  he  had  listened  to, 
there  was  a  smile  on  his  face.  Moreover, 
it  was  a  shrewd  smile  ahd  by  no  means  the 
kind  that  you  would  expect  to  find  on  the 
face  of  a  man  sitting  on  the  verandah  of 
a  quiet  little  cottage  in  the  country.  That 
was  because  John  Dalrymple  was  not  in 
his  natural  environment.  Although  spend- 
ing his  old  age  in  the  country  there  was 
nothing  about  him  to  suggest  the  country- 
man. His  neighbors  called  him  "Ulysses" 
but  very  few  of  them  understood  why  the 
Rev.  Peregrine  Low  had  bestowed  this 
outlandish  nickname  on  the  kindly  old 
man  who  was  so  pathetically  eager  to  be 
friendly  with  everyone,  and  who  gave  so 
lavishly  to  all  good  works  and  public  en- 
terprises. To  explain  why  the  Rev.  Pere- 
grine applied  the  name  it  will  be  neces- 
sary to  tell  briefly  all  that  the  country 
people  knew  of  the  story  of  John  Dal- 
rymple. 

One  day  some  years  before  he  had  come 
to  the  town  in  a  high-powered  car  and 
had  made  careful  enquiries  for  a  number 
of  people  who  were  either  dead  or  had 
long  since  moved  away.  In  talking  to  the 
town  clerk  he  mentioned  that  the  first 
six  years  of  his  life  had  been  spent  on  a 
farm  in  the  neighborhood.  His  father 
had  wearied  of  pioneer  farming  and  had 
moved  away  to  a  city  where  John  Dal- 
rymple had  spent  the  rest  of  his  life.  He 
had  succeeded  in  business  but  had  always 
been  homesick  for  the  farm  on  which  he 
had  spent  his  boyhood  years.  But  it  was 
sixty  years  after,  when  his  family  had 
scattered  and  his  wife  had  died,  that  he 


first  came  back  to  see  if  any  of  the  boys 
with  whom  he  had  played  were  still  living. 
Finding  no  one  who  remembered  him  he 
quietly  bought  the  farm — at  that  time 
used  for  pasture — on  which  he  had  played 
as  a  child.  From  the  American  city  where 
he  lived  and  had  made  his  wealth  he  sent 
landscape  gardeners  and  architects  who 
quickly  changed  the  ol(i  farm  into  an  ideal 
country  home. 

Then  he  came  back  to  live  among  people 
who  knew  nothing  about  him  and  to  whom 
he  was  an  unceasing  mystery.  He  did 
all  he  could  to  help  the  country  and  the 
town,  and  gradually  came  to  be  accepted 
as  a  sort  of  public  institution.  When 
the  Rev.  Peregrine  Low  came  to  know 
him  and  to  learn  something  of  his  past 
he  quoted  with  a  chuckle,  but  not  without 
awe: 

".Much  have  I  seen  and  known,  cities  of  men, 
And   manners,  climates,  councils,  governments, 
Myself  not   least,   but   honored   of  tliem   all; 
And   drunk  dellglit  of  battle  with   my   peers." 

To  have  such  a  m^n  settle  down  to  end 
his  days  among  them  reminded  the  clergy- 
man of  Ulysses  and  he  talked  of  the  like- 
ness until  people  gave  John  Dalrymple 
the  nickname.  But  mostly  he  was  known 
as  "Old  John." 

A  MONO  his  other  benefactions  he  or- 
■^*-  ganized  the  rural  telephone  company 
and,  being  a  man  of  business,  allowed 
them  to  make  him  president  of  the  com- 
pany. As  he  filled  the  position  and  at- 
tended to  its  not  too  exacting  demands, 
the  Rev.  Perry  chuckled  again  and 
quoted : 

"I    mete   and    dole 
rnequal  laws  unto  a  savage  race, 
That    hoard,    and    sleep,    and   feed,    and    know 
not  me." 

Just  how  this  man,  skilled  in  the  busi- 
ness of  the  outer  world,  meted  the  law  is 
the  purpose  of  this  little  tale. 

A  FEW  days  after  Deacon  Pullen's 
-^^  visit  Ulysses  began  to  bestir  himself. 
First  he  hired  the  only  public  hall  in 
the  town  and,  when  mysterious  boxes  be- 
gan ^to  arrive  at  the  station,  he  employed 
the  local  drayman  to  cart  them  to  the 
hall.  Then  he  had  out  his  big  touring  car 
and  spent  a  day  whirling  along  the 
country  roads.  Before  taking  this  trip  he 
had  secured  from  Minnie  Addison,  the 
telephone  operator,  the  names  and  ad- 
dresses of  the  subscribers  who  were  on 
the  ends  of  all  the  party  lines.  He  paid 
a  mysterious  visit  to  each  of  them  and, 
as  he  got  home,  he  telephoned  to  all  of 
them.  Then  he  went  to  bed  and  slept  as 
placidly  as  an  innocent  child. 

About  noon  on  the  following  day  it  be- 
gan to  look  as  if  even  more  than  war- 
time prosperity  were  coming  back  to  the 
old  town.  People  began  to  pour  in  from 
every  point  of  the  compass.  Some  came 
afoot,  some  in  buggies,  some  in  lumber 
waggons  and  some  in  automobiles.  There 
hadn't  been  such  a  crowd  of  people  on  the 
streets  since  the  fall  fairs.  In  some  cases 
the  whole  family  had  come  out.  But  still 
the  stores  did  no  business.     The  people 


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33 


simply  stood  around  and  talked,  as  if 
waiting  for   something. 

Not  only  the  thrifty  and  enterprising 
farmers  turned  out,  but  even  those  whose 
shiftless  methods  were  a  by-word  in  the 
country.     For   instance: 

The  Nagles  were  out  in  full  force.  They 
were  the  people  of  whom  it  was  said  that 
they  ploughed  their  land  and  put  in  their 
crops,  but  if  they  had  drained  their  fields 
they  might  have  had  something  at  har- 
vest time.  Of  course,  it  was  wicked  to 
say  such  things,  but  the  saying  gave  a 
fairly  accurate  character  sketch  of  the 
Nagles. 

Then  there  were  the  MacAinshs.  They 
were  also  out  in  force.  People  who  knew 
their  methods  of  farming — of  selling  their 
hay  and  then  letting  their  cattle  starve — 
used  to  say  that  their  money  came  in  to 
therh  twice  a  year — for  hay  in  the  fall  and 
for  hides  in  the  spring.  Apparently  they 
still  had  some  money  left  from  the  last 
sale  of  hides  and  had  come  out  to  look 
for  bargains. 

The  MacNabs  had  come  out  in  a  lumber 
waggon,  a  whole  load  of  them.  They  were 
called  the  Fussy  MacNabs,  because  they 
were  so  neat  about  their  work  that  they 
seldom  got  much  done.  They  had  been 
sized  up  by  their  neighbors  in  the  saying 
that  "they  wasted  sheaves  while  picking 
up  heads." 

But  it  is  needless  to  give  a  complete 
catalogue  of  all  the  people  who  came  to 
town  and  of  their  distinguishing  habits. 
Everybody  in  the  country  was  out  with  a 
few  exceptions — exceptions  whose  absence 
will  be  explained  later  on. 

A  T  HALF  past  one  Old  John  appeared 
■^*-  in  his  big  touring  car  and  stopped  in 
front  of  the  hall  which  he  had  hired  and 
to  which  the  mysterious  boxes  had  been 
conveyed.  He  spoke  cheerfully  to  the  as- 
sembled multitude  and  shook  hands  cordi- 
ally with  many  old  friends.  At  last  he 
went  to  the  door  of  the  hall  and  the  care- 
taker opened  it  for  him.  When  he  en- 
tered the  crowd  followed  until  the  place 
was  full.  Not  only  the  country  people, 
but  the  people  of  the  town  who  were  curi- 
ous to  know  what  was  about  to  happ>en, 
crowded  in  as  long  as  they  could  get 
standing  room.  The  hall  had  never  known 
a  larger  crowd — even  at  a  political  rally. 

■jVTO  ONE  seemed  to  know  just  what 
-^  ^  was  going  to  happen,  but  presently 
Old  John  got  up  on  the  platform  and, 
after  fumbling  in  his  pocket  a  while, 
brought  out  a  piece  of  paper  on  which  he 
had  written  a  number  of  names.  Every- 
body was  silent  with  expectation.  Old 
John  cleared  his  throat. 

"Is  John  Gillies  here?" 

A  dozen  voices  answered  at  once.  "No. 
He  isn't  in  town." 

"  Is  Henry  Wadell  here?" 

"No,  no,  no,"  came  from  various  parts 
of  the  hall. 

"Arthur  Young?" 


"Not  here." 

"Jim  Bain?" 

"He  went  to  the  city  this  morning." 

Old  John  pretended  to  look  bewildered. 

"This  is  very  strange,"  he  said  with  a 
shake  of  his  head.  "Are  Albert  Luce  or 
Bill  Atkinson  or  Bert  Eaton  here?" 

A  whole  storm  of  "Nos"  replied  to  this 
lot  of  questions. 

/^  LD  JOHN  looked  at  his  audience  in  a 
^^  grieved  sort  of  way,  folded  his  paper 
and  put  it  back  in  his  pocket. 

"It  is  really  very  strange,"  he  com- 
mented sadly,  "but  the  men  whose  names 
I  called  were  the  only  ones  I  invited  to 
come  here  to-day  and  they  are  the  only 
ones  who  are  not  here." 

"Isn't  the  sale  to  be  or>en  to  every- 
body?" asked  Deacon  Pullen  in  a  blustery 
tone. 

"Ah,"  said  Old  John.  "Now  that  you . 
mention  the  sale  I  feel  that  I  should  make 
a  little  explanation  and  then  perhaps  some 
of  you  will  make  a  little  explanation  to 
me.  Last  night  I  called  up  the  men  whom 
I  asked  for  a  few  minutes  ago  and  told 
them  over  the  telephone  that  I  had  bought 
a  lot  of  bankrupt  stock  that  I  was  going 
to  sell  at  a  bargain  to-day.  If  you  re- 
member the  names  I  called  you  will  notice 
that  they  are  subscribers  at  the  ends  of 
the  different  telephone  lines.  I  had  called 
on  them  in  my  automobile  yesterday 
afternoon  and  had  told  them  that  I  was 
going  to  send  them  this  fake  message  just 
to  find  out  how  many  people  are  in  the 
habit  of  listening  at  the  telephones  when 
other  people  are  talking.  I  don't  think  I 
have  missed  many,  and  now,  as  president 
of  the  telephone  company,  I  declare  this  a 
meeting  of  the  subscribers  for  the  purpose 
of  discussing  the  evil  practice  of  eaves- 
dropping." 

'  I  *  HERE  was  a  howl  of  laughter  from 
-*-  the  townspeople  who  were  at  the  meet- 
ing and  they  began  pounding  their 
friends  on  the  back  to  express  their  joy. 
But  presently  the  voice  of  Deacon  Pullen 
was  heard  bellowing  above  the  tumult. 

"I  was  just  calling  up  the  farrier  about 
a  sick  horse  when  you  were  on  the  wire, 
and  that  was  how  I  heard  you." 

"Quite  so,"  said  Old  John.  "And  don't 
you  think  it  was  perhaps  in  the  same  way 
that  you  were  overheard  when  you  were 
telling  your  brother  about  the  prices  you 
could  pay  for  steers  the  day  you  were 
going  out  buying?" 

It  is  not  known  what  reply  the  Deacon 
would  have  made,  for  before  he  could 
open  his  mouth  Doc.  Neelands,  the  veter- 
inary surgeon,  asked  in  surprise: 

"Why,  which  one  of  your  horses  is  sick, 
Deacon?    You  didn't  call  me  up  about  it." 

"You  shut  up  and  mind  your  own  busi- 
ness," roared  the  Deacon  as  he  elbowed  his 
way  to  the  door. 

While  this  was  going  on  Mrs.  Bax- 
ter   was    thinking    fast.       With    the    in- 


stinots  of  a  great  general  she  realized 
that  the  victory  often  goes  to  the  person 
making  the  attack,  so  she  began  a  shrill 
assault. 

"You  listen  to  me,  John  Dalrymple," 
she  shouted. 

"Very  well,  Mrs.  Baxter,"  said  Old 
John  mildly. 

"Isn't  there  a  law  against  swearing 
over  the  telephone?" 

"There  is,  and  also  a  law  against  listen- 
ing when  other  j>eople  are  speaking." 

"Well,  there  ought  to  be  a  law  against 
lying  over  the  telephone.  Lying  is  worse 
than  swearing." 

"I'd  be  glad  to  have  such  a  law  passed," 
he  assented  cheerfully.  "It  would  put  a 
stop  to  so  much  gossiping." 

"But  you  were  lying  when  you  sent  that 
message  that  fooled  everybody?" 

"I  suppose,  if  you  got  awfully  strict  all 
at  once,  you  might  call  it  lying." 

"Yes,  and  lying  is  worse  than  stealing. 
They  say  we  can  protect  ourselves  against 
a  thief,  but  not  against  a  liar." 

"Oh,  yes  we  can.  We  don't  need  to 
listen  to  other  people  when  they  are  lying 
over  the  telephone." 

"There.  You  admit  you  were  lying. 
You  were  lying.  You  were  lying."  And 
she  kept  it  up  till  she  got  to  the  door. 

Amelia  Blossom  tried  to  explain  that 
she  never  listened  except  to  hear  if  it  was 
anyone  calling  for  the  doctor  so  that  if 
it  was  she  could  carry  broth  to  them  and 
help  with  the  nursing.  • 

C\  F  COURSE  everybody  wanted  to  ex- 
^-^  plain  just  how  it  was  they  happened 
to  hear  things  over  the  telephone,  but  it 
was  hard  with  Old  John  and  all  the  towns- 
people laughing  at  them.  And  it  was  no 
use  trying  to  bring  the  gathering  together 
as  a  meeting  of  the  telephone  company. 
The  people  who  had  been  caught  were  too 
much  worked  up  and  the  townspeople 
were  too  full  of  boisterous  laughter. 

Just  as  the  crowd  was  about  to  disperse 
one  of  the  McAinsh's,  who  had  an  eye 
to  business  and  had  not  lost  sight  of  the 
boxes  on  the  platform  sidled  up  and  asked 
Old  John : 

"What  have  you  got  in  the  boxes?" 
"Oh  I  forgot  to  have  them  opened.  They 
are  all  filled  with  hay." 

"With  hay?    What  was  that  for?" 
"To  feed  goats.    I  think  I  got  the  goat 
of  almost  everybody  in  the  district  and 
I'd  like  to  feed  them  right." 

"Then  there  ain't  going  to  be  a  sale?" 
"Well,  it  strikes  me  that  a  lot  of  people 
who  are  in  the  habit  of  listening  at  the 
telephone  have  been  rather  badly  sold. 
I  think  we  have  had  a  fairly  successful 
sale." 

While  the  trick  that  was  played  on 
them  may  not  have  stopped  people  entire- 
ly from  listening  at  the  'phone,  it  has 
made  them  very  careful  about  repeating 
what  they  overhear  and  that  is  a  help. 


a 


The  Great  Mogul"  Delayed 


It  was  intended  to  start  a  new  serial,  "The  Great  Mogul,"  by  Arthur  E.  McFarlane, 
in  this  issue.  Owing  to  sudden  illness,  however,  Mr.  McFarlane  has  been  unable  to 
complete  his  revision  of  the  last  chapters,  and  a  delay  in  publication  is  rendered  neces- 
sary.   It  is  hoped  to  be  able  to  start  "The  Great  Mogul"  in  the  April  issue. 


A  departnient  given  over  to  sketches  of. 
interesting  Canadtan  men  and  women 


The  Business-man  Premier  of  B.C. 

,  By  Norman  Lambert 


HONORABLE  Harlan  Carey  Brew- 
ster is  Premier  of  British  Columbia 
to-day  for  two  reasons.  First,  he 
has  lived  in  British  Columbia  for  twenty 
years,  and  has  made  a  success  of  business. 
Secondly,  he  is  known  to  be  a  straight 
man.  Both  Liberals  and  Conservatives  at 
the  Pacific  Coast  know  those  two  things 
about  Premier  Brewster,  and  he  knows, 
too,  that  he  was  not  elected  to  the  leader- 
ship of  his  province  by  one  party  or  the 
other,  but  by  the  combined  strength  of  an 
electorate  which  wanted  its  affairs  placed 
in  the  hands  of  a  shrewd,  clean  business 
man. 

Accordingly,  this  man  when  he  visited 
Toronto  the  other  day  told  a  member  of 
the  press  that  the  present  (lovernment  of 
British  Columbia  realized  pretty  well  that 
it  was  not  in  power  primarily  for  the 
benefit  of  the  Liberal  party.  And  fur- 
thermore, like  a  sound  man  of  business 
who  might  be  expected  to  say  what  the 
party  politician  hasn't  the  sense  to  say, 
he  stated  the  policy  of  his  Government  in 
these  words:  "We  are  simply  the  directors 
of  a  big  company,  and  our  interests  are 
those  of  our  shareholders  who  in  this  case 
happen  to  be  the  taxpayers  of  the  Pro- 
vince." 

It  may  be  concluded,  therefore,  that  the 
new  Premier  from  the  far  West  is  rather 
a  unique  type  in  the  political  life  of  this 
country.  Politics  in  the  past  in  Canada 
has  favored  the  lawyer  who  could  talk. 
Few  men  have  been  sought  out  by  the 
people  for  Parliamentary  honors  on  ac- 
count of  any  proved  ability  in  business  or 
farming.  It  has  been  the  glib-tongued 
party  man  and  patronage  seeker  who  has 
loomed  large  on  the  country's  political 
horizon  during  the  past  generation.  In- 
dications, however,  point  to  a  new  era. 
For  one  thing,  Canadians  are  beginning 
to  see  what  party  politics  has  cost  them, 
and  as  a  timely  change  they  would  like  to 
see  the  country  managed  in  a  business- 
like manner  for  a  few  years.  What  is  a 
statesman?  Would  not  a  good  definition 
be,  so  far  as  Canada  is  concerned:  a  suc- 
cessful business  man  handling  the  affairs 
of  state  as  efficiently  as  he  has  conducted 
his  own  in  private  life.  That  is  simply 
what  H.  C.  Brewster  has  set  forth  to  do. 
Time  will  tell  whether  or  not  he  has  been 
a  statesman. 

Is  it  possible  to  run  a  Government 
these  days  as  a  strictly  business  proposi- 
tion? In  other  words,  is  it  possible  to 
raise  the  administration  of  the  state 
above  the  hampering  influence  of  party 
patronage?    For  the  first  time  in  the  his- 


tory of  responsible  government  in  Can- 
ada, a  man  has  gone  into  the  premiership 
of  one  of  the  provinces,  sajdng  this  can  be 
done.  Brewster  of  British  Columbia  went 
into  power  pledging  himself  to  abolish 
the  patronage  system  as  a  factor  in  the 
management  of  provincial  affairs.  He 
had  never  used  patronage  in  running  his 
excellent  fish  canning  business.  Competi- 
tion was  the  rule  there.  Why  not  let  the 
same  principle  apply  in  the  Parliament 
Buildings  at  Victoria?  He  has  started 
already  to  try  and  justify  this  question. 
Some  influential  "friends  of  the  party," 
remonstrating  with  the  new  Premier  of 
British  Columbia  at  a  private  meeting, 
over  his  pledge  to  abolish  patronage,  ex- 
claimed: "But  it  will  drive  us  out  of 
power  inside  of  four  years." 

"Well,  then,  let  us  go  out  of  power," 
was  the  firm  reply. 

T  T  HAS  been  the  custom  of  the  age  to 
'-  congratulate  men  upon  their  success 
whenever  they  have  been  elected  to  a  seat 
in  Parliament,  or  to  the  headship  of  a 
government  or  party.  The  congratula- 
tions very  often  are  unwisely  premature. 
Such  felicitations  are  offered  before  the 
member  or  the  leader  has  really  done  any- 


The  Honorable  Harlan  Carey  Brewster. 


thing.  It  is  time  enough  to  shake  hands 
when  men  are  returned  to  office.  The 
most  a  new  man  can  do  is  to  give  promise. 
He  may  be  judged  pretty  accurately  be- 
forehand by  his  record  in  business  and 
by  the  pledges  he  makes  to  his  electors, 
but  his  public  career  can  only  be  a  matter 
of  promise.  That  is  the  light  in  which  one 
views  H.  C.  Brewster  at  the  present  time. 
The  first  Minister  of  British  Columbia 
is  only  forty-six  years  old.  With  spec- 
tacles which  he  wears  all  the  time,  and  a 
head  as  bald  as  ivory,  he  looks  older  than 
forty-six  at  first  glance.  But  a  little  fringe 
of  reddish  hair  adorning  the  temples  and 
extending  behind  the  ears  may  be  seen  at 
a  second  and  closer  glance.  It  is  entirely 
free  of  silver,  and  combined  with  clear, 
blue  eyes  and  ruddy  complexion  suggests 
much  of  the  vigor  and  energy  of  youthf  ul- 
ness.  Physical  strength  is  apparent  in 
the  stout,  stocky  figure  with  its  breadth 
of  shoulder  and  depth  of  chest,  and  the 
resolute  lines  of  mouth  and  chin  denote 
force  of  mind  and  character.  Speaking 
in  public,  H.  C.  Brewster  reveals  a  cer- 
tain spirit  of  self-confidence,  almost  ap- 
proaching belligerence  at  times.  It  is 
not  difficult  to  understand  that  he  means 
what  he  says.  Directness,  fluency,  force- 
fulness  are  the  outstanding  qualities  of 
this  Premier's  style  of  address.  In  pri- 
vate conversation,  he  is  quiet,  serious,  and 
always  to  the  point.  Without  being  unap- 
proachable in  the  least,  his  manner  has  a 
quality  of  aloofness  which  does  not  sug- 
gest the  sharing  of  confidence,  or  the  seek- 
ing of  popular  favor. 

'TpHE  CAREER  of  Premier  Brewster 
-*■  up  to  this  time  has  been  uncommonly 
interesting  and  successful.  He  was  born 
in  New  Brunswick,  in  the  seaport  town 
of  Harvey,  where  his  father,  Gilbert 
Brewster,  was  for  many  years  collector 
of  customs,  as  well  as  a  shipbuilder  and 
ship  owner.  His  mother  was  a  member  of 
the  Wells  family  of  Toronto,  one  of  her 
brothers  being  the  late  Professor  James 
E,  Wells,  of  McMaster  University.  From 
one  side  of  his  family  H.  C.  Brewster  in- 
herited a  love  of  the  sea  and  of  boats  and 
ships,  and  from  the  other  side  an  inclina- 
tion to  study  and  write.  Boyhood  daj^s 
were  spent  at  school  in  the  little  seaport 
town,  and  later,  further  scholastic  train- 
ing was  received  in  Boston.  For  a  time 
he  served  as  a  reporter  on  the  Boston 
Herald.  Before  this  he  had  qualified  as  a 
practical  sailor  for  master's  papers  en- 
titling him  to  the  standing  of  a  deep-sea 
and  coasting  navigator.  As  a  youth  he 
had  absorbed  much  useful  knowledge  in 
his  father's  office  and  shipyards  about  the 
shipping  industry  and  the  business  of 
directing  marine  transportation.  An  older 
brother,  however,  had  gone  to  British  Co- 
lumbia   in    the    early    nineties,    and    the 


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stories  of  that  far  western  coast  return- 
ing east,  finally  induced  the  young  report- 
er to  leave  his  job  on  the  Boston  Herald 
and  go  West. 

At  the  age  of  twenty-six,  the  present 
Premier  of  British  Columbia  arrived  at 
Vancouver.     His  first  position  was  taken 
in  the  employ  of  the  old  Canadian  Pacific 
Navigation    Company.     As   purser   on    a 
line  of  boats  which  ran  north  to  Alaska, 
he  became  well   known   along  the  coast, 
gaining  the  respect  of  the  company  for 
which  he  worked,  as  well  as  the  affection 
of  his  fellow-oflficers.     Shipping  gave  him 
his  introduction  to  the  Pacific  Coast  with 
its   abundance   of   fish,  timber   and  min- 
erals.    The  late  Thomas  Earle,  M.P.,  of 
Victoria,  who  had  extensive  trading  in- 
terests on  the  North  Pacific  Coast,  finally 
secured  H.  C.  Brewster  to  inject  new  life 
into   a   badly   disorganized   business.      A 
series  of  Earle's  trading  posts  along  the 
coast  had  got  out  of  hand..   It  was  neces- 
sary to  inspect  them,  audit  their  accounts, 
and    practically    place    the    whole    enter- 
prise on  a  new  basis.     In  this  task  of  re- 
organizing    Thomas     Earle's     business, 
young  Brewster  was  eminently  successful 
and  gained  a  great  deal  of  credit  for  his 
work.     After  that  he  went  north  to  the 
Skeena  River  to  take  charge  of  a  salmon 
<;annery,  where  his  management  speedily 
made    itself    felt.      He   had   much    to    do 
there  as  well  as  in  other  parts  of  the  pro- 
vince, in  stimulating  new  development  in    ' 
the  fishing  industry. 

OUT  ON  the  wild,  stormy  west  coast 
of  Vancouver  Island,  H.  C.  Brewster 
finally  got  control  of  a  cannery  of  his  own. 
He  became  one  of  the  owners  and  the 
manager  of  the  Clayoquot  Sound  Can- 
ning Company,  whose  plant  is  situated 
near  the  mouth  of  the  Kennedy  River. 
There  he  built  up  a  commercial  institu- 
tion which  is  regarded  as  a  model  by  every 
canner  on  the  coast.  Mr.  Brewster  was 
the  first  man  in  the  canning  industry  in 
British  Columbia  to  eliminate  Oriental 
labor  completely  from  his  operations.  He 
stood  and  fought  for  a  long  time  for 
white  labor,  and  finally  got  what  he 
wanted.  He  was  also  the  first  canner  on 
the  coast  to  introduce  into  his  plant  what 
is  known  as  the  "sanitary  system,"  by 
which  cans  of  salmon  were  soldered  by 
machinery  instead  of  by  hand  as  in  the 
■old  days. 

The  result  of  these  achievements  first  in 
the  shipping  and  trading  business,  and 
next  in  the  canning  industry,  was  that 
when  he  entered  politics  in  1907,  H.  C. 
Brewster  was  known  as  a  young  man  of 
marked  ability,  reliable  and  competent. 
He  was  elected  to  the  provincial  legisla- 
ture in  that  year,  and  with  the  exception 
of  the  period  from  1912  to  1915  in  which 
the  McBride  and  Bowser  governments 
held  undisputed  sway,  he  has  retained  a 
prominent  seat  since  that  time.  And  now 
after  a  residence  of  twenty  years  in  Bri- 
tish Columbia,  H.  C.  Brewster  has  been 
elected  as  the  first  citizen  to  his  adopted 
province.  His  record  has  been  good.  In 
private  business  he  revealed  a  capacity 
for  ovranization  and  construction  which 
brought  success.  As  Premier  of  the 
wealthiest  and  most  undeveloped  pro- 
vince of  the  Dominion,  he  has  to  meet  a 
tremendous  demand  upon  those  abilities. 
There  is  the  unparalleled  opportunity  at 
this  time  to  crown  business  achievement 
with  statesmanship.  Premier  Brewster's 
future  seems  brim  full  of  bright  promise. 


Mrs.  Hayter  Reed,  "Tenth  Vice-President 

of  the  C.P.R." 

By   Madge  MacBeth 


D 


IM  indeed  must  be  the  artistic  eye 
of  the  visitor  who  can  enter  any 
of  the  larger  C.P.R.  hotels  and 
fail  to  appreciate  the  beautiful  decora- 
tions and  appointments  of  the  interior — 
features  which  cause  them  to  rank  as  the 
equal  of  any  and  the  superior  to  most, 
similar  hostelries  on  the  continent. 

Deadened  indeed  must  be  the  spark  of 
feminism  whj.ch  does  not  glow  with  the 
thought  that  this  royally  artistic  achieve- 
ment was  accomplished  by  a  woman,  for 
the  designing,  the  entire  furnishing  and 
the  interior  appointments  in  at  least  three 
of  the  Canadian  Pacific  hotels — the  Fron- 
tenac,  the  Empress  and  the  Royal  Alex- 
andra— came  under  Mrs.  Hayter  Reed's 
personal   supervision. 

There  are  several  successful  women 
decorators  throughout  Canada;  Toronto 
boasts  of  three  or  four,  one  of  whom,  I 
think,  achieved  a  notable  reputation  for 
her  work  in  one  of  the  Niagara  hotels: 
Montreal  could  lay  her  finger  on  a  few 
more;  Winnipeg  is  said  to  have  had  the 
first  decorator  (and  a  woman)  in  Canada 
to  introduce  black  walls  and  carpets  in- 
to the  Dominion.  But  their  work  dif- 
fers radically  from  that  of  Mrs.  Reed, 
in  spite  of  many  stories  to  the  contrary. 
"Did  you  ever  hear  what  salary  Mrs. 
Reed  receives  from  the  C.P.R.?"  I  asked 
the  Old  Resident,  who  knows  everything 
about  everybody  from  the  Adams  family 
down. 

"Ten  thousand  dollars  a  year,"  she 
answered  promptly. 

"I  hear  that  Mrs.  Hayter  Reed  gets  a 
salary  of  ten  thousand  dollars  a  year 
from" the  C.P.R.,"  I  said  to  the  very  up- 
to-date  Gossip,  who  also  knows  every- 
thing there  is  to  know  about  people. 

"Heavens,  my  poor  dear,"  she  said. 
"You  are  only  about  ten  years  behind 
the  times.  I  know  for  a  fact  that  to- 
day she  is  paid  twenty-five  thousand  dol- 
lars a  year,  for  decorating  and  furnish- 
ing the  hotels." 

"Fifteen  thousand  dollars  is  quite  a 
substantial  increase,  and  might  possibly 
have  been  exaggerated,  so  I  tried  a  gen- 
tleman of  my  acquaintance. 

"Well,  I  have  heard,"  he  told  me, 
guardedly,  "that  she  gets  about  thirly 
thousand  dollars,  besides  all  sorts  of 
perquisites. 

THE  TRUTH  IS  THAT  SHE  RE- 
CEIVES NOTHING! 

Chief  Justice  Armour,  whose  wife  was 
Miss  Eliza  Clench,  was  the  father  of  ten 
children — five  sons  and  five  daughters. 
The  eldest  of  the  daughters  was  Kate. 
The  family  lived  in  Coburg,  Ont.,  where 
the  early  schooling  of  the  children  took 
place,  and  later  they  went  to  Toronto. 
What  can  one  say  about  Miss  Kate  Ar- 
mour which  will  not  sound  fulsome  and 
gushing?  Can  one  say  that  she  was  a 
beautiful  girl,  her  lovely  hair  being  one 
of  her  most  notably  attractive  features, 
that  her  keen  wit,  her  originality  made 
her  one  of  the  most  popular  members  of 
a  group  of  women  renowned  to-day  in 
Canadian  history?  She  was  the  close 
friend  of  Mrs.  Charles  A.  E.  Harris,  in 
turn  a  friend  of  the  Baroness  Macdon- 
ald,  of  Mrs.  William  Macdougall,  of 
Madame  Girouard,  and  hosts  of  others 
equally  prominent.    Can  one  say  without 


' /^!'g.?»''i!UK':SM-"'-  i: ' V 


Mrs.  Hayter  Reed. 


being  banal  that  her  spontaneous  gen- 
erosity, her  goodness  of  heart  enhanced 
her  already  attractive  personality;  they 
did  not  cover  a  multitude  of  negligible 
virtues.  To  say  that  she  was  and  is 
'good  hearted'  is  no  insult! 

The  picture  of  the  young  student  por- 
ing over  books  on  art,  working  in  a  dusty 
attic,  smeared  with  paints  and  crayons, 
is  satisfying,  no  doubt,  but  utterly  un- 
true. The  bald  truth  is  that  she  never 
studied  art  in  the  usual  sense.  It  came 
naturally,  as  the  salt  comes  from  the 
ocean.  She  inherited  not  only  a  love  of 
it,  but  genius  for  it.  A  near  relative  of 
the  Armours  was  Paul  Kane. 

In  1880,  Miss  Kate  Armour  married 
Mr.  Grosvenor  Lowry,  a  prominent  mem- 
ber of  the  New  York  bar,  and  a  widower 
with  three  children.  Upon  the  death  of 
her  husband,  Mrs.  Lowry  rented  her 
handsome  New  York  home  and  came 
back  to  Ottawa,  where  she  frequently 
met  Mr.  Reed.  A  romance  which  had 
been  nipped  in  the  bud  came  under  the 
watchful  eye  of  the  little  lad  with  the 
arrows  and,  finding  receptivity  for  his 
barbed  shafts  once  more,  he  saw  the  af- 
fair brought  to  a  happy  culmination  by 
a  weddins:  between  Mrs.  Lowry  and  Mr. 
Hayter  Reed. 

Resigning  a  Government  billet,  Mr. 
Reed  accepted  the  managership  of  the 
C.P.R.  hotel  system,  and  his  brilliant 
wife's  artistic  career  began. 

Let  it  not  be  understood,  however,  that 
her  genius  had  lain  dormant  all  these 
years.  Its  scope  was  more  or  less  con- 
fined to  her  own  home,  which  was  as 
perfect  as  money  and  taste  could  make 
it.  A  characteristic  story  is  told  of  Mrs. 
Lowry  and  a  "vandal,"  who  had  rented 
her  house   partly  furnished. 

She  met  a  real  estate  broker,  a  great 
friend,  one  morning  and,  rushing  up  to 
him,  said: 

"You  can  sell  my  house,  as  soon  as 
possible,  and  you  can  take  anything  you 


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can  get  for  it.  I  never  want  to  see  it 
again." 

"But  you  have  just  finished  putting 
such  a  lot  of  time  and  money  in  its  de- 
coration," protested  the  astonished 
friend. 

"Exactly!  And  I  have  rented  it  to  that 
French  vandal,  who  has  brought  a  car 
load  of  his  old  French  furniture  and 
ryined  the  atmosphere  of  my  Italian 
room!" 

Mrs.  Reed  was  the  first  woman  in  Can- 
ada to  mother  the  Antique  Shop  idea.  In 
Quebec,  through  her  assistance,  such  a 
place  was  opened  a  good  many  years  ago 
and  she  was  tireless  in  her  search  for 
the  genuine  antiques  sold  there.  At  first 
her  trips  were  confined  to  the  Province 
of  Quebec,  where  rare  treasures,  bofh 
French  and  English,  were  unearthed. 
Then  she  extended  her  search  throughout 
the  Maritime  Provijices  with  successful 
results.  No  benefit  accrued  to  Mrs.  Reed 
from  this  venture.  It  is  just  mentioned 
as  another  of  her  "good-hearted"  deeds, 
for  friendship's  sake. 

The  decoration  of  the  Chateau  Fron- 
tenac  was  her  first  large  and  spectacular 
venture.  Naturally,  the  C.P.R.  officials 
would  not  allow  such  a  find  to  rust  for 
lack  of  use.  One  may  say,  she  is  the 
busiest  woman  in  the  Dominion,  always 
flitting  here  and  there  like  a  brilliant 
meteor,  and  leaving  a  blazing  trail. 

"Mrs.  Reed  is  coming  to-morrow,"  one 
will  be  told  by  the  clerk  in  the  office,  as 
though  one  might  say:  "The  King  is  com- 
ing." 


"Mrs.  Reed  has  been  here,"  says  the 
chamber  maid  on  the  tenth  floor,  with 
all  the  pride  of  an  intimate  friend. 

For,  beside  that  rare  combination  of 
the  artistic  and  the  practical,  Mrs.  Reed 
possesses  the  enviable  faculty  of  "get- 
ting on"  with  every  one  from  the  mana- 
ger of  the  largest  hotel  to  the  most  ob- 
scure scullery  maid.  "She  hath  all  the 
charm  of  woman  and  all  the  breadth  of 
man." 

To  quote  Paddy,  without  whose  say- 
ings we  would  be  hard  pressed  at  times, 
"She  is  gone  to-day  and  here  to-mor- 
row." Here,  means  a  delightful  home  in 
St.  Andrew's.  Having  brought  the  in- 
terior of  that  home  to  the  highest  pitch 
of  artistic  perfection,  Mrs.  Reed  has 
turned  her  attention  to  the  outside,  and 
her  garden  is  her  present  hobby. 

The  collection  of  china  is  also  an  out- 
let for  her  energetic  spare  hours,  boots, 
china  boots,  being  her  especial  concen- 
tration. I  would  hardly  dare  to  say  how 
many  she  has.  Certainly  she  could  out- 
fit a  tribe  of  centipedes  without  any  dif- 
ficulty! 

Some  one  has  said  that  wit  is  the  salt 
of  conversation.  That  being  the  case,  it 
is  extremely  difficult  to  discover  anything 
of  Mrs.  Reed's  which  is  not  soaked  in 
brine.  Her  bon  mots  are  famous;  she 
has  always  an  answer  ready,  and  her 
love  of  truth  and  frankness  detract  not 
As  often  as  not,  her  jibes  are  leveled  at 
a  whit  from  the  humor  of  her  remarks, 
herself,  as  the  following  story  will  show: 


She  was  invited  to  one  of  those  crush- 
ing gatherings  in  which  a  smile  is  se- 
verely criticized  and  laughter  outrage- 
ously bad  form.  The  conversation  some- 
how veered  to  so  frivolous  a  subject  as 
a  famous  palmist  who  was  creating  quite 

a  stir  in  .     A  few  members  of  the 

party  acknowledged  with  frightened 
looks  at  their  neighbors,  that  they  had 
consulted  this  palmist  with  astounding 
results.    He  seemed  to  know  everything. 

"Nonsense,"  said  Mrs.  Reed,  "the  man 
is  a  fraud.  To  prove  it,  I  will  tell  you 
what  he  said  to  me.  He  said  that  I  was 
a  remarkably  virtuous  woman!" 

No  one  enjoyed  this  sally,  except  the 
perpetrator  of  it,  whose  enjoyment  un- 
der the  circumstances  was  a  thousand 
times  more  keen. 

On  another  occasion,  Mrs.  Reed  was 
crossing  the  border  and  had  neglected  to 
open   her  hand   baggage   for   inspection. 

"What  is  in  that  bag?"  demanded  the 
Authoritative  Uniform. 

"Just  our  personal  effects,"  answered 
Mrs.  Reed. 

"Only  clothing?  Nothing  dutiable?" 
insisted  the  officer,  suspiciously. 

"That  is  all." 

He  took  the  bag  and  opened  it.  He 
thrust  in  the  mighty  arm  of  the  Cus- 
toms and  drew  triumphantly  forth,  a 
bottle  of  whiskey. 

"Ah— ha!"  he  said.    "What's  this?" 

"That,"  said  Mrs.  Reed,  calmly,  "is  my 
husband's  night  cap!" 


Jonathan  and  I 

By  Eric  A.  Darling 

Who  wrote  "For  Love  of  Danny,"  etc. 


SPRINGTIME  is  here,  and  the  other 
day  we,  Jonathan  and  I,  slipped  away 
from  the  work-a-day  world  and  lost 
ourselves  from  early  morning  until  the 
little  stars  came  out  in  a  lilac  and  daffo- 
dil sky. 

"Once  again,  dearie,"  smiled  Jonathan 
at  my  gate,  where  the  lilacs  are  budding 
and  the  long  rows  of  jonquils  are  yellow 
at  Caesar's  gold,  "once  again." 

My  heart  fluttered  faintly,  as  the  heart 
of  an  old  maid  is  supposed  to  flutter  when 
such  a  man  as  Jonathan  calls  her 
"dearie";  and  I  smiled  back  in  his 
scholar's  face. 

He  opened  the  gate  and  I  came  through, 
though  I  had  no  hat  on  my  grey-flecked 
hair — no,  nor  any  sunshade,  nor  even  a 
shawl.  But  when  Jonathan  calls  I  go,  for 
the  calling  has  come  so  late,  and  we  both 
know  the  vague  shortness  of  its  duration. 
There  is  never  a  time  when  we  come  to 
my  gate  after  one  of  our  delightful,  ir- 
responsible wanderings,  that  I  do  not 
clutch  his  thin  hand  and  look  into  his  mar- 
velous eyes  and  wonder  with  a  presage 
of  that  anguish  I  know  to  lie  sleeping 
within  me,  biding  its  time. 

"The  woods  are  full  of  lamb's  tongues  on 
every  northern  slope,  and  the  Johnny- 
jump-ups  are  thick  by  the  branch,"  he 
said,  as  he  shut  the  gate — an  old  maid's 
garden  must  be  protected — and  I  looked 
up  the  slope  behind  the  town  and  sniffed 
the  good  smell  of  fresh-turned  earth. 
Some  yokel  was  at  his  farminfr. 


"Which  road  of  the  four?"  I  asked,  and 
Jonathan  drew  out  of  his  pocket  a  bat- 
tered old  coin  and  tossed  it  up  like  a  boy' — 
he  who  has  given  his  scholar's  life  to  the 
great  university  frowning  on  the  hill! 

"Heads,  east  and  south,"  he  said,  "tails, 
west  and  north — two  tosses."  How  well 
I  knew  that  old  coin.!  I  have  handled  it 
and  looked  at  every  worn  mark  upon  it. 
It  has  a  Latin  inscription  running  all 
around  a'nd  the  head  of  a  petty  monarch 
of  the  long  ago,  dead  these  three  hundred 
years,  on  its  discolored  face. 

It  has  decided  many  joyous  pilgrim- 
ages for  us,  and  found  us  untold  delights. 
It  fell  now  in  the  dew-shaded  dust  heads 
up,  and  Jonathan  tried  again.  "East," 
he  said,  and  we  turned  our  faces  toward 
the  newly  risen  sun. 

'  I  *  HE  EAST  road  is  a  never-ceasing 
■*■  source  of  wonder,  as,  in  fact,  are  the 
north  and  the  west  and  the  south  roads. 
Never  do  we  go  along  between  its  little 
groves  of  trees,  its  fields,  and  over  its 
chuckling  streams,  but  we'  find  some  new 
and  beautiful  thing,  maybe  a  bunch  of 
rosy-cheeked  children  roystering  into  the 
village  to  school  (and  oh,  then,  do  we, 
Jonathan  and  I,  avoid  each  other's  eyes 
that  each  may  not  see  the  longing,  the 
regret  for  the  life  that  we  have  missed!) 
maybe  a  pair  of  lovers,  bright-eyed  and 
laughing,  shy  and  droop-headed  or  may- 
be only  a  new  and  wobbly  calf,  jumping  at 
shadows  in  a  fence  corner.    This  day  was 


very  young,  and  we  looked  for  anything  to 
happen,  any  sweet  picture  to  unfold. 

Jonathan  plucked  me  a  handful  of 
sturdy,  scentless  wild  violets,  and  I  hid 
them  in  my  dress  front.  They  are  price- 
less, these  offering-s  gleaned  from  the  wild 
roadsides. 

"See  this  tiny  white  velvet  star — it  is 

a ,"  and  my  poor  head  whirled  with 

Jonathan's  scientific  syllables — but  I  took 
it,  too,  the  wee  white  velvet  star,  and  hid 
it  with  the  violets. 

A  turn  was  just  ahead,  and  we  looked 
eagerly,  craning  our  necks  to  see  around 
it,  though  we  knew  just  what  was  there — 
a  little  meadow  on  the  right,  running 
swiftly  down_  to  a  tiny  branch,  some  low 
wooded  hills  in  the  distance,  and  a  pretty 
wood  on  the  left  with,  far  back  up  a  wind- 
ing road  that  was  ankle  deep  in  fall  with 
leaves,  a  wee  little  house  of  logs,  old  and 
always  poverty-stricken  from  one  genera- 
tion to  another.  We  had  known,  or  Jona- 
than had  known,  since  he  had  lived  so 
long  at  the  frowning  pile  on  the  hill, 
many  of  those  who  had  lived  from  time  to 
time   in   the   little   house. 

A  young  man  lived  there  now,  a  big 
young  man  with  a  square  chin  and  a 
homely,  straightforward  face,  a  young 
man  who  worked  the  neighboring  fields 
on  shares,  and  who  wore  a  coat,  clean  but 
with  many  patches.  I  had  seen  the  coat, 
and  wondered  what  the  wife  of  this  youth 
was  like — she  who  made  the  neat  mends 
and  kept  the  old  coat  clean. 


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ND  AS  we  craned  our  necks  to  look 
^  up  the  little  road  the  young  man 
s  coming  down  it — striding  down  it 
th  long,  swinging  steps,  and  his  square 
n  set  forward  under  the  thunder-cloud 
the  face  above. 

Jonathan  gasped  as  he  leaned  forward 
d  stopped  in  his  tracks;  and  I  hung  onto 
sleeve.  It  seemed  as  if  I  must  hold 
io  him,  for  we  were  face  to  face  with 
moil,  with  war  and  anger,  and,  it 
med  to  me,  despair. 
Eh?"  said  Jonathan,  astounded,  as 
!  young  man  met  us,  probing  innocently 
i  straightly  at  the  heart  of  the  matter, 
his  gray  hair  and  boundless  gentleness 
e  him  leave  with  all  things,  "What 
this  awful  thing,  Matthias?" 
Matthias  looked  into  his  gray  eyes,  so 
•er  and  sweet  and  calm,  and  the  black 
wn  drew  deepter  between  his  eyes,  from 
Iden  pain,  I  knew,  by  the  twitching 
the  straight  lips. 

'The  end — for  me,"  he  flung  out  and 
uld  have  passed,  but  Jonathan  caught 
arm.  The  wonder  of  our  east  road 
i  colored  its  gold  with  tragedy. 
'Why,  lad,"  said  my  Jonathan,  "there 
always  the  end — and  the  end  is — the 
i.  It  is  such  a  long  end.  Never  hasten 
meet  it.  All  good  is  before  it — none, 
ely,  after.  Tell  me  your  trouble." 
The  young  giant  dropped  his  stormy 
s  and  stood  a  moment.  Then  he  flung 
his  head. 

'It  is  family  trouble,"  he  said  bluntly, 
'hat  can  you  know  about  that?" 
\h.   what   indeed,    my   Jonathan,   who 
5  never  had  a  family — Jonathan  wait- 
:  for  rne,  who  came  too  late — when  the 
ht  of  his  life  was  flickering. 
It   is  my — my   wife — Letitia.      We've 
irreled.     Again.     We're  always  at  it, 
i  I'm  tired  of  it.    The  love  has  gone — " 
,   now   did    the   straight   lips   tremble 
ly! — "and  I'm  going,  too.    Step  out  of 
way,  professor!" 
lis  pain  had  made  him  forgetful  of  his 
mtry    manners,     but    Jonathan     said 
itly,  still  holding  on  to  his  sleeve,  and 
n  to  Jonathan's  sleeve: 
'Wait  a  bit,  Matthias,  the  day  is  still 
•ng." 

le  shifted  his  hand  very  gently  until 
ested  on  the  shoulder  of  the  faded  coat, 
t  over  one  of  the  patches. 
You  are  going  away.    For  ever?" 
vlatthias  nodded. 

And  leave  Letitia  alone  in  the  little 
ise!  Granted  Letitia  has  quarreled 
h  you,  Matthias,  there  isn't  time  in 
3  world  to  hold  spite.  Hasten,  lad,  to 
back  and  forgive  her.  See  here," 
lathan  drew  me  forward,  "here  is  my 
itia,  the  one  who  should  have  kept  a 
le  house  for  me  thirty  years  ago,  who 
uld  have  sewed  patches  on  my  coat 
h  loving  fingers" — the  big  shoulder 
iced  under  his  hand — I  saw   it — "but 

0  never  came  to  me  until  my  life  was 
h  spent.     We  have  lost  thirty  years, 

1  we  will  never  cease  to  mourn  their 
You  are  ready  to  throw  thirty  years 

ay — and   love  and   Letitia  with   them. 
;'s  talk  awhile,  Matthias." 

DNATHAN  looked  at  me  and  then  up 
the  little  road,  and  I  understood  with 

t  quickness  which  would  have  been  one 

the  joys  lost  in  those  thirty  years. 

['hey  two  stood  together  and  I  went  up 

ween   the  budding  trees. 

\t  the  little  house  I  found  Letitia,  and 
was  just  as  I  had  pictured  her,  a  slim 

set  creature  with   shining   black   hair 


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Your  Bedtime  Bath 

TVyTHILE  it  is  the  water,  of  course,  that 
"^  soothes  the  nerves  and  makes  the  bath 
before  retiring  conducive  to  sound,  refreshing 
sleep,  still  the  water  can  do  its  best  only 
when  Ivory  Soap  absorbs  the  skin's  excre- 
tions. Then  the  pores  are  opened  and  cleaned 
and  the  tiny  bubbles  of  Ivory  lather  carry 
the  water  into  closest  contact  with  the  blood 
vessels  under  the  skin. 

Ivory  Soap  is  especially  good  for  warm  water 
bathing  because  of  its  extreme'  mildness  and 
purity.  No  matter  how  tender  a  skin  may 
be  nor  how  sensitive  it  may  become  from 
the  heat  of  the  water.  Ivory  never  causes  the 
slightest  irritation.  Its  freedom  from  alkali 
permits  its  unrestricted  use  under  the  most 
trying  conditions. 


5  CE 


IVORY  SOAP 


99^0^  PURE 


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and  blue  eyes  drowned  in  tears,  and  she 
was  flung  prone  across  the  poor  little 
table,  sobbing  terribly. 

"Hush,  dearie,"  said  I,  with  my  arms 
around  her  in  a  moment;  and,  if  she  was 
startled  at  the  apparition  of  a  bareheaded 
old  maid  whom  she  had  never  seen  before, 
she  made  no  motion.  Instead  she  came 
naturally  to  my  shoulder  and  the  tale  was 
all  out  in  a  breath. 

"He's  gone  for  good  this  time,  Mat- 
thias! And  he  doesn't  care  any  more! 
And  he's  got  good  reason,  such  a  fright  as 
I  am  these  days !  No  ribbons  nor  any  new 
dress  this  year  and  the  old  heavy  shoes 
that  weigh  me  down !  And  he  says  I'm 
awkward  and  not  light  on  my  feet  like  I 
was  when  he  married  me!  And  the  meals 
— I  can't  cook  when  there's  nothing  good 
to  cook — and  I  wish  I  was  dead!  And 
he's  gone,  for  good!" 

My  eyes  were  wet  by  this  time  and  I 
wished  helplessly  for  Jonathan.  Yet  fifty 
years  without  him  had  not  left  me  without 
resource,  and  I  rocked  and  comforted  the 
little  wife,  come  to  grief  after  only  three 
y3ars  with  her  Matthias  • — •  soothed  and 
comforted  until  I  saw,  through  the  door 
left  open  for  the  spring,  Jonathan  coming 
up  the  darling  tree-topped  road  with  a 
big  young  man  rebelliously  in  tow.  I 
waited  until  they  stood  in  the  portal  and 
then  I  said  over  Letitia's  shoulder: 

"Jonathan,  what's  that  bulging  your 
two  coat  pockets?" 

And  Jonathan  clapped  a  hand  on  either 
side,  a  little  at  random  for  the  irrelevant 
question,  yet  following  my  lead  with  his 
delightful  sympathy. 

"Why,"  he  said,  "why — it's  a  little  lunch 
for  our  ramble." 

I  knew  Jonathan's  pocket  lunches  — 
thin,  wafery  sandwiches,  a  tiny  pot  of 
olives,  a  bar  of  milk  chocolate  and  a 
thermos  bottle  steaming  with  _  fragrant 
coffee. 

"Here,"  I  said,  "give  it  to  Matthias. 
He  and  Letitia  are  going  out  along  the 
budding  country  for  our  aimless  day 
of  loitering,  and  you  and  I  are  going  to 
keep  the  little  house." 

Jonathan's  eyes  were  like  a  bit  of  sky 
suddenly  flooded  with  sunlight. 

"To  keep  house!"  he  cried,  and  I  winced 
at  the  marvelous  joy  of  him. 

IT  SEEMED  for  a  time  as  if  we  were 
to  lose  our  chance,  so  obstinately  did 
Letitia  cry  by  the  table  and  Matthias 
stand  twisting  his  big  hands.  But  at  last 
we  thrust  the  bundles  in  his  pockets  and 
lifted  Letitia  to  her  feet,  leading  her  to 
him  and  even  putting  her  little  work-hard- 
ened hand  on  his  arm.  And  at  last  we 
saw  them  go,  hesitant  and  awkward,  dovra 
the  road  into  the  sunlit  world  of  spring, 
thrust  out  and  together  by  two  meddle- 
some old  frumps  who  wanted  to  play  for 
a  day  at  the  housekeeping  they  had 
missed. 

"Jonathan,"  I  said,  when  they  had 
passed  from  view,  "it  is  poverty  and  the 
wearing  strain  of  it  that  has  frayed  their 
love  to  frazzles.  There  are  no  more  rib- 
bons for  her  black  hair  and  her  shoes  are 
worn  and  shapeless,  so  that  she  drags  at 
her  work  and  the  big  young  simpleton 
thinks  the  longing  for  them,  the  ribbons 
I  mean,  is  discontent  with  her  lot  and  him 
for  not  being  able  to  better  it,  and  so  they 
are  on  the  verge  of  shipwreck.  Oh,  Jona- 
than !  See  how  small  a  thing  is  likely  to 
make  them  lose  thirty  years!" 

Jonathan's  pale  face  was  blank  with 
the    suddenness    of    his    understanding. 


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hen  he  rose  to*  the  top,  aa  he  does  in 
rery  emergency.  What  a  general  he 
ould  have  made  if  the  university  could 
ive  spared  him! 

"They  won't  be  back  till  sundown,"  he 
lid,  the  enthusiasm  growing  in  his 
)ice.  "We  have  all  day.  Come  on, 
;arie,  back  to  the  village  and  the  shops." 

So  we  left  the  little  house  open  to  the 
)ring  and  hastened  back  over  the  east 
)ad.  It  was  past  noon  when  we  again 
;ood  in  the  bare  log  room  and  a  cart 
as  rumbling  down  the  pretty  road  after 
aving  its  load  behind.  Jonathan  took 
T  his  coat  and  I  laid  his  hat  on  the 
antel,  and  the  sun  gleams  touched  his 
ray  head,  glorifying  it. 


I  ONATHAN  has  more  money  than  he 
'  can  ever  spend,  and  in  his  will  it  is 
)  be  left  to  one,  "my  beloved  compan- 
in" — an  old  maid  who  doesn't  want  it. 
o  we  had  spent  prodigally  that  day. 

I  tucked  up  my  skirt  and  together  we 
all  to  undoing  the  load  of  things  the 
art  had  left.  We  first  moved  out  the 
ttle  old  table  of  pine  wood,  and  rolled 
own  upon  the  clean  white  floor  a  big 
ay  rug  that  covered  half  the  one  room, 
tie  half  where  stood  the  bed  with  its 
atchwork  quilt,  the  puffs  between  the 
uiltings  worn  quite  through  in  places; 
nd  then  we  set  upon  it  a  shining  new 
able  with  curley-cued  legs. 

"See!"  I  cried,  the  efl'ect  already  mak- 
:ig  for  joy. 

And  see!"  cried  Jonathan,  setting  a 
ittle  chair  with  rockers  between  it  and 
he  window.     "Sit  down  in  it,  dearie." 

He  stood  a  moment  regarding  me  with 

II  his  lost  young  dreams  in  his  fine  eyes. 
Next  we  hung  a  big  bright  picture  over 

he  rude  mantel  with  a  vase  and  two  iron 
andlesticks  beneath  it,  and  Jonathan 
nust  needs  run  right  out  and  get  a  bunch 
f  green  leaves  from  the  nearest  bush  to 
o  in  the  vase  and  I  took  out  a  part  of  my 
ohnny-jumps-ups,  not  without  a  pang,  I 
onfess,  and  added  them,  and  we  stood 
ack  and  admired,  critically.  I  took  down 
he  faded,  dingy  blue  strip  that  hung  for- 
ornly  at  the  north  window  and  Jonathan 
rot  up  on  a  box  and  fastened  up  a  long 
>air  of  scrim  curtains,  cheery  in  their 
oft  cream  and  crimson  stripes;  and  we 
led  them  back  with  a  crimson  cord. 

You  see  there  had  been  so  much  gloom 
md  dinginess  in  the  little  house  all 
hrough  the  winter  that  we  were  deter- 
nined  to  bedizen  it  in  the  garb  of  spring 
ind  joy. 

A  bundle,  unwrapped,  disclosed  two 
yhite  tablecloths  and  six  plain  napkins, 
ill  ready-to-use,  and  I  threw  one  on  the 
hiny  table.  Another  long  glass  vase 
vent  in  the  centre  and  we  stopped  again 
o  look  and   admire. 

"You'll  get  me  some  more  as  we  go 
lome?"  I  questioned,  and  Jonathan  smiled 
it  me.  There  were  three  pretty  plates, 
hree  cups  and  saucers,  a  sugar  and  cream 

')ot,  a  bowl  or  two  and  a  little  platter,  all 
>icked    out    freshly    in    sprays    of   apple 

Mossoms,  just  like  the  spring,  and  these 

put  in  place — two  of  them,  for  a  late 

ittle  supper  when  two  should  come  home, 

leliciously    hungry,    from    their    thrust- 

|jpon-them  day.  Viands,  cold  and  tempi- 
ng, Jonathan  had  foraged  while  I  was  at 

,.he  shop;  and  these  I  .set  there,  too.  And 
;hen  again  we  stood  and  looked  and  push- 
id  the  hair  back  from  our  foreheads,  for 
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The  True  History  of  the  Slave  Raids  in 
Belgium. 


THE  \^orst  outrage  that  can  be  wreaked 
upon  mankind  has  at  last  been  wreaked 
upon  the  wounded  body  of  a  country  whose 
only  crime  was  its  scrupulous  adherence  both 
to  the  letter  and  the  spirit  of  international 
law,  writes  Alfred  Noyes,  describing  the  slave 
raids  in  Belgium.  The  article  which  appeared 
in  The  Outlook,  is  directed  especially  to  Amer- 
ica, "the  big  brother"  to  whom  Belgium  had 
looked  with  confidence.  Of  Britain's  respon- 
sibility the  writer  says: — 

It  took  England  a  long  time  to  prepare; 
but  she  is  doing  her  utmost  now.  I  have  seen 
the  roads  of  France  pouring  the  whole  might 
of  the  British  Empire  towards  Belgium;  and 
I  have  heard  the  continuous  sound  of  the 
guns,  like  the  sound  of  the  Atlantic  in  storm 
against  the  coast  of  Maine,  unbroken  for  a 
single  moment,  pounding  their  difficult  way 
onward,  foot  by  foot.  I  have  seen  our  wound- 
ed coming  back  from  the  trenches,  and  smelled 
the  chloroform  in  a  score  of  villages.    I  have 


seen  the  little  wooden  crosses  in  our  grave- 
yards— not  scores  or  hundreds,  but  thousands 
of  them — close  up  to  the  trenches;  and  the 
men  digging  new  graves  by  the  hundred  in 
readiness,  while  the  shells  whined  above  them 
to  provide  new  tenants  for  the  clay.  And  I 
think  I  have  heard,  occasionally,  the  big  bro- 
ther saying  in  his  sleep  that  all  the  nations 
— including  his  little  brother — have  "sinned 
equally,"  and  that  we  are  "all  war-mad." 

And  now  comes  the  final  outrage.  Ameri- 
cans knew  something  of  the  meaning  of  sla- 
very.    Have  they  forgotten  ? 

But  they  have  never  known  a  slavery  like 
this,  where  innocent  men  are  suddenly  torn 
away  from  their  families,  in  the  heart  of  a 
highly  civilized  community,  and  set  to  work 
against  the  lives  of  their  own  people.  It  is 
the  crowning  infamy  of  Germany,  the  most 
damning  indictment  of  her  civilization,  that 
she  should  have  perpetrated  this  appalling 
horror. 

But  the  world  has  supped  so  full  on  horrors 
that  it  seems  impossible  to  convey  all  that 
this  new  crime  means.  Does  the  big  brother 
realize  that  women  and  children,  at  this  hour, 
throw  themselves  in  agony  before  the  trains 
that  are  carrying  their  husbands  and  fathers 
away  into  this  new  slavery;  that  even  the  des- 
tinations   of    the    slaves    are    unknown;    and 


Bradley,  in  Chicaijo  Diiilij  Xcv:i 
In  His  Character  of  Schoolmaster. 


that  thousands  are  simply  lost,  probably  for- 
ever, to  those  whom  they  love,  for  it  becomes 
more  and  more  difficult  to  trace  them  in  their 
enforced  wanderings? 

I  have  had  exceptional  opportunities  for 
obtaining  the  full  history  of  this  latest  Ger- 
man outrage  from  the  lips  of  some  of  the  most 
responsible  Belgian  citizens,  including  one  of 
the  most  distinguished  members  of  the  Uni- 
versity of  Louvain.  The  evidence  proves  con- 
clusively that  the  crime  had  been  long  pre- 
meditated, and  that  it  is  part  of  the  general 
scheme  of  German  domination.  I  feel  that 
it  is  something  like  a  duty  to  present  this  evi- 
dence to  American   readers. 

Let  me,  first  of  all,  destroy  at  once  any  il- 
lusion that  this  slave  system  has  been  forced 
upon  the  Germans.  They  declare  that  they 
have  adopted  it  for  humanitarian  reasons  in 
order  to  help  the  unemployed.  This  is  per- 
haps the  most  hypocritical  lie  in  history;  and 
it  is  the  only  defence  offered  by  the  Germans. 
It  is  well,  then,  that  the  reader  should  have 
the  complete  answer  before  him  at  once,  and 
that  he  should  read  what  follows  in  the  light 
of  that  answer.  The  Germans  have  taken  a 
very  large  proportion  of  students,  teachers, 
and  busings  men  who  were  not  only  engaged 
in  comparatively  well  paid  work,  but  also  had 
money  of  their  own.  They  were  e.xpressly  in- 
vited by  the  Germans  themselves  to  bring  this 
money  with  them  in  the  preliminary  notice 
announcing  that  they  were  to  be  called  up. 
Moreover,  the  Germans  deliberately  shut 
down,  in  many  cases,  the  perfectly  innocent 
business  upon  which  these  men  were  engaged, 
in  order  to  create  for  Germany  the  excuse 
she  needed. 

The  history  of  the  whole  affair  can  be  stated 
briefly. 

In  a  placard  issued  on  the  2nd  of  Septem- 
ber, 1914,  Baron  von  der  Goltz,  the  Acting 
Governor-General  of  Belgium,  relieved  the 
fears  of  the  Belgians  by  saying:  "I  ask  no 
one  to  renounce  his  patriotic  sentiments;  but 
I  expect  from  you  all  a  reasonable  submission 
and  an  absolute  obedience  to  the  orders  of 
the  Governor-General."  This  placard  was 
posted  in  Brussels. 

In  November,  1914,  the  Belgian  refugees  in 
Holland  were  actually  invited  to  return  to 
Belgium.  The  Germans  pledged  themselves  to 
restore  "normal  conditions."  An  official  de- 
claration was  made  by  Baron  von  Huehne, 
military  governor  of  Antwerp,  and  read  in 
all  the  parish  churches  of  the  city.  "Young 
men."  it  declared,  "need  have  no  fear  of  being 
deported  to  Germany,  either  to  be  enrolled  in 
the  army  or  to  be  subjected  to  forced  labor." 


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Baron  von  der  Goltz  announced  that  this 
declaration  applied  to  the  whole  country,  and 
he  made  his  solemn  promise  to  Cardinal  Mcr- 
cier,  in  the  presence  of  two  German  staff  offi- 
cers and  the  private  secretary  of  the  Cardi- 

These  promises  were  not  kept;  for  they 
were  German  promises.  They  were  followed 
in  quick  succession  by  the  forced  striking  of 
the  Beltrian  ilag.  the  suppression  of  the  Bel- 
gian colors  in  Brussels  and  in  the  provinces, 
the  forbidding  of  the  Te  Deiim  on  the  name 
day  of  the  King,  of  the  sale  of  portraits  of 
the  roval  family,  and  of  the  playing  or  sing- 
ing of  the  national  anthem.  Then  came  the 
obligation  to  use  the  German  language,  to- 
gether with  the  German  school  inspection. 
All  this  was  done,  of  course,  to  destroy  as  far 
as  possible  not  only  the  patriotism  but  the 
nationalitv.  the  soul,  of  Belgium.  Large  num- 
bers tried  to  escape  over  the  Dutch  border. 
But  electric  wires  (^death-dealing  to  any  who 
tried  to  cross  them)  were  posted  all  along  the 
frontier,  and  the  population  was  entrapped 
completely.  It  became  more  and  more  diffi- 
cult to  obtain  news  of  what  was  happening 
behind  the  death  barrier. 

At  the  end  of  April,  1915,  facts  of  the  ut- 
most gravity  were  brought  to  the  knowledge 
of  the  Belgian  Government.  Workmen  had 
been  persecuted,  and  even  tortured,  for  refus- 
ing to  do  work  of  a  military  character  for  the 
Germans.  The  demand  that  they  should  have 
to  do  this,  of  course,  was  in  dir«ct  defiance 
of  international  law. 

The  railways,  which  were  now  the  most 
important  part  of  the  German  military  ma- 
chine, were  run  by  German  workmen  till 
April,  1915,  when  the  resources  of  German 
man  power  were  running  low  and  the  men 
were  recalled  to  their  military  depots.  Bel- 
gian workmen  were  called  upon  to  take  their 
places;  but  they  refused  to  assist  the  enemy. 

Starvation  and  imprisonment  failed  to  force 
them  into  submission  as  completely  as  the  for- 
mer offers  of  payment;  and  one  hundred  and 
ninety  workmen  were  then  deported  to  Ger- 
many, where  they  were  treated  like  convicts 
and  cruelly  tortured.  The  nineteenth  report 
of  the  Belgian  Commission  of  Inquiry  gave 
the  story  of  their  martyrdom  in  full.  A  month 
later  the  same  methods  of  "frightfulness" 
were  employed  at  Malines.  The  men  of  the 
"arsenal"  were  taken  from  their  houses  and 
brought  to  the  workshops  under  military  es- 
cort. Still  they  refused  to  obey,  and  the  Ger- 
man method  of  terrorization  was  once  more 
applied;  for  not  only  these  workmen  but  the 
whole  town  was  sentenced  to  punishment.  A 
poster  signed  "von  Bissing,"  and  dated  May 
30,  1915,  stated  that  "the  town  of  Malines 
nuist  be  punished  as  long  as  the  required  num- 
ber of  workmen  have  not  resumed  work."  Let 
American  citizen  in  their  great  free  Repub- 
lic consider  for  a  moment  this  amazing  ini- 
quity, crowning  even  the  other  iniquity.  The 
same  methods  were  adopted  at  the  same  time 
with  the  workmen  of  factories  at  Ghent- 
brugge,  Jupille,  Courtrai,  Roulers,  and  many 
other  places. 

The  innocent  civilian  population  of  Belgium, 
however,  obeying  every  other  demand  of  their 
uninvited  visitors,  justly  and  honorably  refus- 
ed to  work  for  the  German  military  machine 
against  the  lives  of  their  own  sons  and  hus- 
bands in  the  trenches.  The  demand  was  un- 
sneakably  infamous — the  sort  of  demand  that 
might  have  been  made  by  a  devil  suffering 
from  sofiening  of  the  brain.  But  the  threats 
with  which  it  was  accompanied  were  meant  in 
grim  earnest,  and  one  by  one  they  were  car- 
ried out  till  the  crucifixion  of  Belgium  was 
completed. 

Up  to  this  time  there  had  been  no  special 
German  decree  on  the  forced  enlistment  of 
Belgian  workmen.  As  late  as  the  25th  of 
July,  1915,  Governor  von  Bissing  issued  a 
placard  telling  the  people  that  "they  should 
never  be  compelled  to  do  anything  against 
the   interests   of   their   country." 

But  this  was  as  hypocritical  as  the  earlier 
enticements  of  the  German  authorities;  for 
they  had  already  prepared  the  ground  for 
the  wholesale  deportations  which  are  now 
being  carried  out. 

Von  Bissing  announced  on  August  10,  1915, 
that  anyone  dependent  on  public  charity  who 
refused  to  undertake  work  "without  sufficient 
re-\son"  should  be  given  from  foul'teen  days' 
to  six  months'  imprisonment.     "Any  one  en- 


A  rush  of  live  steam  — 

a  flood  of  boiling  water-^ 

and  the  varnish  wasn't  harmed! 

THIS  is  one  of  those  astonishing  Valspar  stories 
that  come  in  our  mail  almost  every  day. 


Esse\vllle,  Mich.,  Match  8.  1915 
Messrs.  Valentine  &  Company, 
New  York  City. 

Dear  Sirs: — Last  summer  I  built  a  new 
resideuce  for  myself.  The  lloors  and 
woodwork  are  all  oak,  and  after  haviuK 
such  good  success  with  Valspar  on  my 
boats,  I  thought  it  would  be  just  the 
thing  for  our  floors  and  all  the  Inside 
finish. 

I  gave  the  floors  two  coats  of  Valspar. 
Some  little  time  after  we  moved  in  this 
fall,  when  letting  the  air  out  of  one  of 
the  radiators  (we  have  a  hot-water  heat- 
ing system)  I  broke  the  valve  off.  and 
the  result  was  that  a  stream  of  almost 
boiling  water  came  out  and  ran  all  over 
the  floors  and  covered  them  with  two 
inches  of  very  hot  water.  This  iiater 
Kiis  80  hot  anri  made  so  much  steam  in 
the  rooms,  that  it  caused  the  wall  paper 
til  come  oS  in  some  places. 
This  water  stood  on  the  floors  until  we 
could  get  it  mopped  up,  so  hot  you  could 
not  touch  the  cloths,  towels,  etc.,  which 
we  used  in  soaking  up  the  water.  I 
thought  sure  our  floors  were  ruined.  I)ut 
It  never  hurt  them  a  particle.  I  would 
not  have  believed  that  any  varnish  could 
stand  anything  like  that  without  turn- 
ing white. 

I  saw  this  myself,  so  there  Is  no  chanc" 
for  a  dispute.  , 

Taking  Into  consideration  the  slight 
extra  cost,  I  would  advise  anyone  to  use 
Valspar  if  they  want  a  finish  that  will 
stand    almost   anything. 

Yours  truly, 

(Signed)   JOHN  R.  COTTER 


VALENTINE'S 

ALSPAR 


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for  the  experience ! 

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all  through  your  house, 
inside  and  out. 

Be  sure  you  get  Valspar. 
If  your  paint  or  hardware 
dealer  does  not  carry 
Valspar,  write  us  direct 
and  we  will  give  you  name 
of  nearest  dealer. 


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This  decree,  however,  left  it  to  the  Belgi 
tribunals  to  decide  what  reasons  were  su 
cient.  On  May  2,  1916,  the  decision  was  tak 
out  of  their  hands  and  placed  in  those  of  t 
German  military  authorities.  This  meant, 
course,  that  all  Belgian  labor  was  now  enti: 
ly  at  the  disposal  of  the  German  army.  St 
by  step  the  process  had  been  completed.  T 
machinery  of  the  slave  system  was  ready  a 
waiting  for  the   touch   on  the   lever. 

On    May    13,    another    decree    was    issui 
whereby    "the    governors,    military    comma 
ders,   and   chiefs   of   districts   are   allowed 
order  the  unemployed  to  be  taken  by  force 
the  spots  where  they  have  to  work."    Hith( 
to    there    had    been    no    forced    labor   outsi 
Belgium.      But  now,   not  only  were  the   B 
gians  to  submit  to  Germany's  enforced  vis 
with  its  accompaniment  of  fire  and  massai 
and    midnight   murder,    but    they    themseh 
were  to  be  taken  out  of  their  own  country 
force  to  work  as  slaves  for  the  invader,  in 
alien  land. 

About  the  middle  of  last  October  the  Gi 
man  Minister  HelfTerich  announced  in  t 
Reichstag  that  forced  labor  would  now  be  i 
posed  on  the  population  of  the  occupied  ter 
tory;  and  the  General  Headquarters  of  t 
German  army  issued  a  notice  to  all  the  co 
munes  of  Flanders.  This  notice  warned 
those  "who  are  fit  to  work  that  they  may 
forced  to  do  so,  even  outside  their  place 
residence,  if  they  are  obliged  to  have  recoui 
to  public  charity  either  for  themselves  or  ] 
those   dependent   on   them." 

Refusal  to  work  in  these  circumstances 
punished  with  three  months'  imprisonment 
a  fine  of  ten  thousand  marks.  The  slave  ra 
had  already  begun  at  Bruges,  and  they  W( 
extended  after  October  12  to  Alost,  Termon 
Ghent,  Courtrai,  Mons,  Nivelles,  Flore 
nes,  Antwerp,  and  finally  Brussels,  whi 
the  first  deportation  was  announced  for  > 
vember  18. 

Let  those  who  bow  down  and  worship  1 
fore  the  idol  of  efficiency  take  note  that  1 
method  of  this  deviltry  was — for  temporal  pi 
poses — quite  efficient.  The  Germans  had  tr 
for  some  time  to  obtain  information  ab( 
the  unemployed.  The  National  Relief  Co 
mittee  and  the  municipalities  who  kept  t 
lists  refused  to  hand  them  over,  despite  thri 
and — frequently — the  use  of  force.  TV 
were  then  sub.iected  to  blackmail.  So  anxic 
were  the  Germans  to  relieve  the  distress 
the  "unemployed"  that  they  fined  the  c 
of  Bruges  200,000  marks  outright,  with  2 
000  marks  for  every  day's  delay  in  produci 
the  lists.  The  members  of  the  municipal 
were  arrested  and  imprisoned.  Still  faili 
to  obtain  the  lists,  however,  the  Germans  us 
the  electoral  lists  and  their  own  lists  of  m 
of  military  age,  or  rounded  up  the  able-bod 
men  in  the  streets.  The  philosophy  of  t 
method,  perhaps,  was  that,  if  they  deport 
all  tho.se  whom  they  could  find,  there  mif 
be  more  work  for  the  unemployed  whom  tl: 
could  not  find.  It  would  not  be  too  curious 
piece  of  reasoning  for  the  logic  of  Prussia 
the   humanitarianism   of   the   German   arm 

The  men  were  usually  called  together 
some  mustering  place,  where  they  were  exa 
ined  as  to  their  fitness  for  certain  kinds 
work,  lack  of  emnloyment  not  being  a  fac 
one  way  or  the  other.  In  many  cases!  inde 
the  unemployed  were  sent  back  to  their  hom 
Rich  and  poor  alike  were  deported,  and  sk 
ed  artisans — who  never  lacked  employment 
were  usually  preferred.  In  some  places  evf 
able-bodied  man  was  taken. 

Only  twenty-four  hours  were  allowed  1 
tween  the  calling  up  and  the  deportation,  a 
this  time  had  to  be  spent  in  preparing  a  spec 
outfit,  particulars  of  which  were  given, 
gether  with  the  announcement  which  I  mi 
tioned  above,  that  "money  could  be  take; 
Surely  a  generous,  a  dangerously  genero 
excess  of  the  spirit  of  liberty! 

The  new  slaves  were  then  torn  away  fp 
their  families,  herded  into  cattle  trucks,  a 
sent  off'  to  unknown  destinations.   It  is  knov 
however,  that  large  numbers  are  conveyed 


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some  places  behind  the  German  lines  in 
France,  and  that  they  are  digging  trenches 
both-  in  France  and  in  Belgium,  helping  to 
construct  aerodromes,  and  doing  other  kinds 
of  military  work.  Others  were  deported  to 
Germany,  as  is  attested  by  the  numerous 
trains  passing  through  Herbestal.  But  the 
destination  of  the  great  majority  of  indivi- 
duals is  unknown,  and  they  are  completely 
lost  to  their  families,  who,  in  turn,  may  be 
forced  from  their  present  place  of  residence 
long  before  they  meet  again.  It  seems  doubt- 
ful whether  many  of  these  broken  families 
will  ever  be  reunited.  But  the  Kaiser's 
"bleeding  heart"  will,  no  doubt,  subdue  their 
homelier  griefs  into  a  becoming  silence.  So 
august  are  the  sorrows  of  Emperors! 

At  Ghent  and  Antwerp  the  men  were  taken 
to  concentration  camps  and  invited  to  sign 
agreements  to  work  in  Germany  at  the  muni- 
ficent rate  of  threepence  a  day,  part  of  ivhich 
was  to  be  deducted  for  their  food.  The  agree- 
ment was  described  as  "voluntary."  Then,  in 
the  decree  published  at  Antwerp  on  November 
2,  follows  the  sublimely  naive  declaration  that 
"those  refusing  to  sign  the  voluntary  agree- 
ment will  be  immediately  deported  to  Ger- 
many. The  point  of  destination  will  be  some 
place  in  Germany.  The  workmen  will  be  dis- 
tributed among  the  German  factories,  where 
they  will  have  to  work." 

Undoubtedly  the  German  devil  is  suffering 
from  a  progressive  softening  of  the  brain; 
for  his  stupidity  is  as  appalling  as  his  bru- 
tality. The  throbbings  of  the  heavy  brain 
can  be  followed  by  a  child.  There  is  obvious 
method  in  his  deeds,  however,  though  his 
thoughts  contradict  one  another.  "Every  de- 
ported workman,"  said  the  Belgian  bishops, 
"is  another  soldier  for  the  German  army," 
for  the  Belgians  so  deported  release  other 
for  the  front. 

The  Belgians  refused,  almost  without  ex- 
ception, to  sign  "the  voluntary  agreement." 
Some  of  them  were  promptly  deported.  Others 
were  starved  into  "voluntary"  submission 
after  they  had  been  deprived  of  food  for  two 
or  three  days. 

But  those  who  were  deported,  unexhausted 
by  starvation,  showed  all  the  sublime  cour- 
age of  their  nation,  a  little  nation  which  has 
leaned  to  the  first  rank  among  all  the  nations 
of  history  during  these  tragic  years  of  war. 
For  Belgium,  at  least,  is  immortal  now  with 
Greece  and  Rome,  a  beacon  light  of  civiliza- 
tion. And  as  her  sons  were  carried  away  into 
their  temporal  captivity  all  along  the  railway 
lines  there  fluttered  "scraps  of  paper"  of 
another  sort,  which  had  been  thrown  out  by 
the  deportees.  They  bore  the  legend,  Wy  zul- 
len  nooit  wcrken  voor  den  Dtiitsch,  noch  on- 
zen  naam  op  papier  zitten.  Lang  leve  Konig 
Albert!"  (We  will  never  work  for  the  Ger- 
mans and  never  sign  an  agreement.  Long 
live  King  Albert!) 

Within  a  week  more  than  fifteen  thousand 
of  these  men  were  taken  from  Flanders.  In 
the  Mens  district  twenty-five  per  cent,  of  the 
male  population  has  been  carried  away.  And 
this  wholesale  deportation  continues.  Five 
train-loads  cross  the  frontier  daily.  The  Ger- 
mans say  they  need  three  hundred  and  fifty 
thousand  men. 

In  the  slave  trains  they  are  treated  worse 
than  cattle.  Sixty  men  are  crammed  into  a 
wagon  for  forty.  The  wagons  are  open  to 
wind  and  rain,  and  no  food,  or  very  little,  is 
provided.  Yet  as  these  trains  of  slaves  (who 
can  never  be  slaves  while  life  remains  to 
them)  roll  into  the  stranger's  land  the  silent 
crowds  who  watch  them  hear  the  thunder  of 
their  national  songs;  hear  a  nobler  music 
than  all  the  art  of  Germany  could  ever  pro- 
duce; hear  these  prisoners  that  are  kings, 
chanting  the  "Brabanconne,"  and  "The  Lion 
of  Flanders." 

"We  used  to  think  that  music  crude,"  said 
a  Belgian  to  me  recently,  "but  we  cannot  hear 
it  now  without  tears." 

And  what  a  symphony  is  there,  transcend- 
ing anything  that  the  imagination  of  Bee- 
thoven conceived!  There,  over  the  sobs  and 
cries  of  the  women  and  children,  with  the 
mutter  of  the  redeeming  guns  already  upon 
the  horizon,  rises  that  mighty  chorus,  as  the 
trains  move  out  with  their  triumphing  loads 
of  white  slaves. 


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Possibilities  of  a 

4-hour  Workday 

Charles  P.  Steinmetz  Predicts  a  Time 

When  the  World's  Work  Will  he  Done 

in  Eight  Hundred  Hours  a  Year. 


'  I  *  HE  discussion  concerning  the  eight-hour 
-*■  law  makes  of  timely  interest  the  idea  of 
Charles  P.  Steinmetz,  that  the  four-hour 
workday. may  be  the  final  standard  of  labor. 
Mr.  Steinmetz  treats  the  subject  at  length 
in  a  recent  article  in  the  New  York  Sun,  ex- 
tracts from  which  are  quoted  herewith: 

Shorter  hours  mean  a  decreased  plant  effi- 
ciency, and  thus  an  increase  of  the  fixed  cost 
representing  interest  and  depreciation  of  the 
factory  investment,  as  the  plant  remains  idle 
a  larger  part  of  the  time,  and  this  will  have  to 
be  met  by  operating  in  several  shifts,  utilizing 
the  plant  by  several  successive  sets  of  em- 
ployees. 

But  what  afterwards  ?  With  the  eight-hour 
day  accomplished  the  demand  will  not  stop, 
but  go  toward  a  seven-hour  day,  six-  hour  day, 
etc.  What  is  the  ultimate  limit  at  which  the 
decrease  of  the  hours  of  labor  will  have 
to  stop,  if  our  civilization  shall  con- 
tinue? Or  what  readjustment  in  our  social 
organization,  in  our  standards  of  living,  will 
be  required  to  accommodate  it  to  a  greatly 
reduced  labor  supply? 

One  hundred  years  ago  the  average  work- 
day was  ten  to  eleven  hours.  Now  it  is  eight 
to  nine  hours.  It  has  decreased  about  20  per 
cent.  The  productivity  of  work  in  these 
hundred  years,  by  the  steam  engine  and  the 
infinite  number  of  inventions  and  improve- 
ments following  it,  has  increased  at  least  ten- 
fold—probably more  nearly  twenty  to  thirty 
fold — but  for  illustration  let  us  assume  only  a 
tenfold  increase. 

Thus  with  only  an  average  of  one  hour's 
work  during  the  day  we  could  now  produce  aa 
much  as  we  did  in  ten  hours  a  hundred  years 
ago,  and  could  live  in  the  same  manner,  with 
the  same  standard  of  living  which  satisfied 
us  a  hundred  years  ago,  by  working  only  one 
hour  a  day.  But  we  have  realized  on  the  in- 
creased productivity  of  man,  not  by  a  reduc- 
tion of  the  hours  of  labor,  but  by  an  increase 
of  consumption  of  commodities.  In  short,  we 
are  getting'  the  benefit  by  receiving  many 
more  commodities — eight  to  ten  times  as  much 
as  satisfied  us  a  hundred  years  ago — but  not 
by  working  shorter  hours. 

But  is  this  abnormal  increase  of  consump- 
tion, which  in  spite  of  the  enormous  increase 
of  productivity  requires  almost  the  same 
working  hours,  desirable,  or  is  it  even  de- 
sired? Is  it  not  to  a  large  extent  artificial 
and  unnatural,  fostered  by  the  producers?  A 
considerable  part  of  the  world's  work  of  to- 
day is  not  production,  but  is  advertising,  sell- 
ing and  all  those  activities  which  essentially 
aim  to  increase  the  production  by  stimulating 
demand  where  it  did  not  exist.  By  these  arti- 
ficial means  the  consumption  has  been  in- 
creased to  keep  up  with  the  production  at  the 
old   rate   of   working   hours. 

Suppose  now  we  should  discontinue  con- 
sumption of  things  we  never  cared  for  until 
somebody  persuaded  us  to  their  use  and  be 
satisfied  with  only  four  to  five  times  the  com- 
modities with  which  we  got  along  one  hundred 
years  ago;  this  would  give  a  four  hour  work- 
day. But  the  elimination  of  all  the  work 
in  making  us  use  more  than  we  have  the  in- 
clination to  use  by  advertising,  selling,  etc., 
the  elimination  of  obvious  waste  and  ineffici- 
ency of  duplication  of  production,  etc.,  would 
still  further  materially  reduce  the  work  of 
the  world,  so  that,  even  without  discounting 
the  improvements  and  inventions  which  are 
continuously  being  made,  we  can  see  a  world 
with  a  standard  of  living  fully  as  satisfactory 
as  ours,  but  working  only  four  hours  a  day, 
only  200  days  during  the  year — that  is,  tak- 
ing a  week  or  two  for  recreation  at  every 
holiday  and  two  months  vacation  in  summer. 
This  is  far  away,  but  it  is  no  idle  dream, 
for  we  only  need  to  look  across  the  water, 
toward  war-torn  Europe,  and  we  can  see  con- 


The  Discovery 

of  Puffed  Grains 

Brought  Ideal  Foods  to  Millions 

Prof.  A.  P.  Anderson,  when  he  found  a  waj-  to  puff  wheat, 
gave  children  a  better  wheat  food  than  they  ever  had  before. 

Every  expert  knew  that  whole  wheat  was  desirable.  It  is  rich 
in  elements  lacking  in  flour.  And  rarely  a  child  got  enough  of 
them. 

But  whole  wheat,  for  its  purpo.«e,  ntu.st  be  wholly  digestible. 
That  is  the  problem  Prof.  Anderson  solved  when  he  discovered 
this  way  to  explode  it. 

He  Bubbled  the  Grains 

He  sealed  up  the  kernel.?  in  guns,  and  applied  a  fearful  heat.  Then 
he  shot  the  guns,  and  out  came  the  kernels  puffed  to  eight  times  normal 
size. 

What  happened  was  this;  Inside  each  food  cell  a  trifle  of  moisture 
was  changed  to  steam.  When  the  guns  were  shot,  a  hundred  million 
explosions  occurred  inside  each  kernel. 

Every  food  cell  was  blasted,  so  digestion  could  act.  Thus  every 
element  was  made  available,  and  every  atom  fed. 

And  the  grains  were  made  into  food  confections,  flaky,  toasted,  airy, 
crisp.  So  these  hygienic  foods  became  the  most  delightful  foods  you 
know. 


Puffed        Puffed 
Wheat  Rice 

Each   15c   Except^ia  Far  West 


Don't  let  your  iliildron  lose  the  benefits 
of  this  great  food  invention.  Don't  confine 
I'uffed  drains  to  lireakf:ist.  Serve  tiieii) 
for  supper  lu  Iwwls  of  milk.  Douse  then] 
with  melted  liutter  when  ehildren  get 
hungry   between  meals. 

Puffed  Wheat  and  Rice  are  whole-grain 
foods.  They  taste  like  nut  meats,  bubbled 
and  toasted.  But  they  are  In  fact  the  best 
foods  wheat  or  rice  can   make. 

Keep  both  kinds  on  hand. 


Puffed  Grains  in  Milk  or  Cream 


The  Quaker  Qafs  G>mpany 


Peterborough,  Canada 


Sole  Makers 


Saskatoon,  Canada 


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ditions  which,  with  the  waste  of  war  removed, 
would  not  be  far  different  from  the  above. 

While  the  entire  world  is  called  upon  to  feed 
and  supply  the  Allies  during  this  war  the 
blockaded  Central  Powers  feed  and  supply 
themselves  and  get  along  fairly  successfully, 
as  far  as  we  can  see,  and  what  little  trouble 
there  is  is  due  to  imperfections  of  the  new  or- 
ganization rather.  But  if  we  allow  for  the 
millions  of  producers  who  are  kept  in  produc- 
tive idleness  in  the  armies,  and  supported  by 
the  best  the  nation  has  in  food,  physical  and 
medical  supervision,  the  other  millions  wast- 
ing their  energy  in  unproductive  work  in 
making  ammunition  and  war  materials,  sub- 
tract the  mass  of  products  consumed  by  these 
unproductive  elements,  the  consumption  of  the 
peaceful  part  of  the  nation  certainly  amounts 
to  materially  less  than  four  hours  a  day  pro- 
ductivity. Thus  under  better  skies  the  same 
organization  of  production  and  elimination 
of  waste  would  make  the  above  dream  a 
reality. 

If  work  and  sleep  and  eating  are  necessi- 
ties of  living  the  efficiency  of  life  is  measured 
by  how  large  a  part  of  our  life  we  have  at 
disposition  for  ourselves,  not  occupied  by 
necessities,  but  free  to  fulfil  life's  aim  as  we 
understand  it. 

In  spite  of  the  enormous  advance  of  the 
human  race  in  the  last  hundred  years  the  in- 
crease of  efficiency  of  life  has  been  very  small. 

Let  us  look  at  it.  One  hundred  years  ago 
man  worked  ten  hours  a  day,  an  average,  for 
300  days  during  the  year.     This  meant: — 

Total    number    of   hours    during   the 

year    365    X    24-8,760   hours =100% 

Sleeping  (8  hrs.  per  day)  and  eating 

(1    hr.)    365X9=3,285   hours =  37.5% 

Working  300  days  at  10  hours,  300 

X  10=3,000  hours    =  34.4% 

Leaving  available  as  free  time  2,745 

hours    =  28.1% 

At   present   with   an    eight-hour   workday,. 

working  300  days  during  the  year,  it  means: 

Total   number  of  hours   during  the 

year   365  X  24  =  8,760   hours =100% 

Sleeping  (8  hrs.  per  day)  and  eat- 
ing (1  hr.)  365  X  9  =  3,285  hours..  =  37.5% 

Working   30   days    at   8   hours,   300 

X  8=2,400  hours   =   27.4% 

Leaving  available  as  free  time  3.085 

hours =   35.1%^ 

Thus,  in  spite  of  the  great  progress  during 
the  last  hundred  years,  the  efficiency  of  human 
life  has  increased  only  from  28.1  per  cent,  to 
35.1  per  cent.,  or  by  7  per  cent.,  and  still  is 
extremely  small,  35.1  per  cent. 

If,  however,  we  could  fully  realize  on  our 
advancements,  with  a  four-hour  day  and  200 
working  days,  the  record  would  stand: 

Total   number   of  hours  during   the 

year   365  X  24=8,760   hours =100% 

Sleeping  (8  hrs.  per  day)  and  eat- 
ing (1  hr.)  365  X  9=3,285  hours..  =  37.5% 

Working  200   days  at  4   hours,  200 

X  4=800   hours    =     9.1% 

Leaving  available  as  free  time  4,675 

hours =  53.4% 

This  would  give  53.4  per  cent,  as  a  maxi- 
mum possible  efficiency  under  the  present  con- 
ditions of  human  knowledge,  nearly  twice  a» 
much  as  100  years  ago,  and  would  be  an  ad- 
vancement worth  while. 

But  with  the  increasing  subdivision  of 
work  the  character  of  the  work  has  changed, 
and  with  it  the  attitude  of  the  worker  toward 
it;  the  creative  element  has  gone  out  of  the 
work.  To  the  shoemaker  of  former  days  who 
from  the  leather  as  raw  material  made  a  com- 
plete pair  of  shoes,  to  the  machinist  who  col- 
laborated in  building  a  finished  machine  there 
was  a  satisfaction  in  the  creation  of  things 
which  necessarily  gave  them  an  interest  in 
their  work.  This  satisfaction  in  his  work  the 
piece  worker  cannot  feel,  who  makes  the  same 
seam  in  every  one  of  the  thousand  shoes  which 
pass  before  him  in  the  shoe  factory  or  who 
makes  the  same  slash  in  every  one  of  the 
carcases  passing  before  him  in  the  slaughter 
house,  or  drops  the  same  bolt  into  the  same 
kind  of  hole  in   the  automobile  factory. 

Thus  the  work  of  the  world  has  largely 
changed  to  labor,  to  drudgery,  and  the  inter- 
est which  the  worker  of  former  days  founrt 
in  his  work  he  now  seeks  outside  of  the  work- 
ing hours.  As  the.  result  the  demand  for 
shorter    working    hours,    though    existing    in 


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former  times,  has  become  more  insistent  now, 
with  the  changed  character  of  most  of  the  in- 
dustrial work. 

It  is  often  difficult  for  the  captain  of  in- 
dustry, the  leader,  or  manager  to  understand 
why  the  employees  demand  the  eight  hour 
working  day  while  he  himself  is  working 
twelve  to  fourteen  hours  without  complaint; 
but  let  us  distinguish  between  creative  work 
and  monotonous  labor  and  the  matter  is 
clearer.  Of  the  twelve  hours  of  the  director 
two  hours  may  be  uninteresting  mechanical 
routine,  drudgery;  ten  hours  supervision,  ad- 
ministration, direction  of  work — in  short, 
creative  activities;  and  compared  with  the 
piece  worker  the  balance  of  labor  stands  two 
hours    against    eight    hours. 

Even  in  the  United  Stales  the  rapidly  in- 
creasing means  of  production  have  crept  up 
to  and  beyond  the  means  of  possible  consump- 
tion, and  the  industrial  problem  has  become 
urgent. 

This  problem  had  not  been  expected  in  the 
early  days  of  the  competitive  system  of 
society,  and  while  to-day  most  people  through- 
out the  civilized  world  feel  that  there  is  a 
hitch  somewhere  in  the  working  of  free  com- 
petition, most  people  do  not  yet  clearly  rea- 
lize where  and  why  competition  failed  to 
bring  about  that  stable  balance  between  pro- 
duction and  consumption  which  was  the  ortho- 
dox idea  of  the  economists  of  the  past,  in  the 
early  days  of  the  individualistic  era,  and 
which  is  still  the  conception  of  many  of  those 
who,  far  from  the  work  of  the  world  under 
the  student  lamp  and  in  the  chairs  of  our  uni- 
versities, ponder  over  the  problems  of  the 
nation. 

The  conception  as  a  benevolent  force  in  the 
industrial  progress  was  based  upon  the  theory 
that  by  competition  between  the  producers 
price  would  be  lowered  down  to  near  the  cost 
of  production,  stopping  just  as  much  above 
the  cost  of  production  as  is  necessary  to  give 
a  fair  profit. 

The  fallacy  involved  in  this  reasoning  is  the 
neglect  of  the  economic  law  that  it  is  more 
economical  to  operate  a  business  or  factory  at 
a  loss  than  it  is  to  have  it  stand  idle,  because 
to  have  an  industry,  a  factory,  stand  idle  in- 
volves the  continuous  loss  in  fixed  charges. 

The  result  is  that  unlimited  competition  as 
soon  as  the  ability  of  producing  has  increased 
beyond  the  available  demand  for  the  product 
forces  the  price  down  not  merely  to  the  value 
giving  a  fair  profit  above  the  cost  of  produc- 
tion, as  dreamed  by  the  early  economists,  but 
the  dropping  of  price  stops  only  there,  where 
it  would  become  cheaper  to  stop  production 
than  to  produce  at  a  loss — that  is,  where  the 


loss  in  production  exceeds  the  loss  of  having 
the  industry  stand  idle;  the  limitation  of 
price,  forced  by  free  competition,  is  below  the 
cost  of  production,  and  as  the  result  the  level 
reached  by  free  industrial  competition  is  an 
unstable  condition,  a  condition  of  production 
at  a  loss,  which  can  exist  and  continue  for  a 
limited  time  only,  but  finally  ends  in  the 
bankruptcy  of  many  of  the  producers,  in  seri- 
ous losses  to  others,  and  in  widespread  de- 
struction of  values. 

The  natural  result  of  this  industrial  law 
is  that  free  competition  cannot  continue,  but 
that  intelligent  people  in  charge  of  the  in- 
dustries all  over  the  world — whether  they  be 
the  milkmen  or  ice  dealers  supplying  a  small 
country  town,  or  the  presidents  of  rolling 
mills  or  railroads — have  to  come  together  and 
stop  unlimited  competition  before  the  level  of 
destruction   is   reached. 

This  led  to  co-operation  as  the  industrial 
force  which  is  taking  the  place  of  competition. 

Many  people  in  our  country,  in  all  walks 
of  life,  economists  and  statesmen,  even,  do 
not  yet  realize  the  working  of  this  economic 
law  and  its  consequence. 

They  see  competition  vanishing  before  co- 
operation or  consolidation,  and  still  dreaming 
of  competition  as  the  beneficient  force  which 
it  was  in  the  early  days  of  industrial  develop- 
ment, endeavor  to  restore  competition.  There- 
fore, you  see  all  the  attempts  to  resurrect  to 
life  a  dead  issue  by  legal  enactments,  by  try- 
ing to  break  up  the  corporations,  enforcing 
competition  by  law,  etc. 

Thus,  not  the  "trusts"  are  killing  competi- 
tion, but  the  failure  of  competition  is  the 
cause  of  industrial  consolidation  of  the  cor- 
porations. Thus  whenever  outside  forces 
did  not  interfere  the  inevitable,  because 
natural,  industrial  development  in  the  in- 
dividualistic era  is,  from  small  production  by 
numerous  independent  individual  producers — 
in  the  days  before  Lincoln  in  our  country — to 
a  smaller  number  of  larger  industrial  estab- 
lishments still  personally  owned  and  man- 
aged. Then  by  consolidation  of  the  stronger 
and  elimination  of  the  weaker  ones  came  the 
formation  of  industrial  corporations,  each  re- 
presentating  the  combination  of  numerous 
individual  producers. 

There  is,  however,  some  excuse  for  the  op  ■ 
position  against  the  co-operation  of  the  cor- 
porations controlling  the  industry,  in  the  dan- 
ger to  the  public  welfare  which  the  power  of 
such  co-operative  organization  may  involve  in 
a  nation  like  ours,  which  has  no  stable,  per- 
manent and  therefore  responsible  Govern- 
ment, but  in  which  the  Government  is  still 
largely  dominated  by  the  principle  of  rotation 
in  office  for  the  distribution  of  spoils.  In  the 
control  of  an  industry  by  the  co-operation  of 
the  industrial  corporations  in  controlling  pro- 
duction and  prices,  it  is  possible  to  limit  pro- 
duction below  the  demand  and  so  "corner"  the 
product,  and  to  raise  the  prices  beyond  those 
giving  a  fair  return  on  the  legitimate  invest- 
ment of  capital. 

Then  the  combination  becomes  a  national 
menace,  especially  where  foreign  competition 
does  not  act  as  a  check,  as  in  free  trade  Eng- 
land. Sometimes  such  exploitation  of  the 
public  may  be  premeditated,  but  more  often 
it  is  the  result  of  the  inefficiency  of  produc- 
tion, and  the  latter  is  the  more  serious  side 
of  the  problem,  as  it  is  more  difficult  to  deaf 
with  than  a  mere  attempt  at  extortion. 


Dye-stuffs  Made  in 
America 

Dr.    Thotnas   H.   Norton   Discovers    Dye 
Formulas  Known  Only  to  Germany. 


f~^  EKMANY  for  many  years  monopolized 
^-^  the  dye  stuff  markets  of  the  world,  Ger- 
man secrecy  kept  the  treasured  formulas  from 
rivals,  and  German  trade  combinations  stood 
ever  ready  to  smash  competitors  by  under- 
selling, so  no  other  country  could  gain  a  foot- 
hold in  the  markets.  Then  came  the  European 
war,  and  something  akin  to  panic  spread  in 
factories  which  found  coloring  materials  es- 
sential   to    their    products.      Some    manufac- 


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turers  threatened  to  close  their  mills.  It 
seemed  as  though  people  must  wear  white 
goods  requiring  no  dyes,  or  materials  colored 
with  inferior  blacks  and  blues  which  could  be 
produced  in  small  quantities.  According  to 
the  American  Magazine,  the  difficulty  has  been 
solved  very  satisfactorily  ia  America. 

The  United  States  Government  saw  the 
need  for  information.  President  Wilson  talk- 
ed it  over  with  the  Cabinet.  The  officials  de- 
cided to  asign  some  expert  chemist  to  the  job 
of  nursing  the  industry  along  in  America, 
gathering  facts  to  lead  the  struggling  dye- 
makers  into  the  light. 

The  Federal .  rolls  at  first  suggested  no 
suitable  chemist.  The  officials  searched  in 
vain  for  weeks.  Then,  they  found  the  man. 
They  found  him,  not  in  the  numerous  scientific 
bureaus  of  the  Government,  but  attached  to 
the  State  Department,  an  American  consul  at 
Chemnitz,   Saxony. 

They  found  Dr.  Thomas  H.  Norton,  with 
degrees  from  Hamilton  and  Heidelberg,  and 
experience  with  great  chemical  industries  in 
America  and  abroad.  They  transferred  him 
to  the  Bureau  of  Foreign  and  Domestic  Com- 
merce, with  the  title  of  "special  agent,"  and 
gave  him  a  desk,  a  stenographer,  an  appro- 
priation, and  mighty  few  instructions.  No- 
body knew,  except  in  a  general  way,  what  to 
tell  him  to  do. 

Doctor  Norton,  confident,  but  modest  and 
unassuming,  keen-eyed  and  smiling,  whose 
sixty-five  years  have  left  only  a  few  marks 
of  gray  in  his  dark  brown  hair,  lost  no  time  in 
getting  to  work.  He  gathered  from  the  gov- 
ernment libraries  all  the  books  which  had  any 
bearing  on  the  subject.  Most  of  them  were 
in  German,  and  he  translated  important  sec- 
tions for  the  information  of  American  dye- 
makers.  He  carefully  recorded  all  the  com- 
plicated formulas  which  he  found,  and  fur- 
nished them  to  the  firms  interested  in  the 
industry. 

Doctor  Norton  gathered  formulas  for  manu- 
facturing 23  different  grades  of  coal-tar  dyes, 
which  were  possible  to  make  from  ingredients 
plentiful  in  America.  He  visited  some  of  the 
struggling  plants;  he  gave  advice,  and  he 
studied  and  wrote.  With  the  various  factories 
fairly  well  started,  able  in  a  degree  to  meet 
the  immediate  shortage,  he  set  about  to  take 
an  American  "dyestuff  census." 

How  could  he  learn  what  American  textile 
and  other  manufacturers  needed  most,  what 
colors  and  in  what  quantities?  How  could  he 
get  the  data  quickly,  accurately  and  fully  ? 

Doctor  Norton  solved  the  problem  by  ex- 
amining the  customs  invoices  of  the  Treasury 
Department  for  the  fiscal  year  ended  June 
30,  1914,  just  before  the  outbreak  of  the  war. 

The  37,500  separate  entries  of  dyestuffis 
and  intermediaries  that  year.  Doctor  Norton 
found,  came  to  the  United  States  apparently 
as  5,674  different  grades,  representing  the 
entire  range  of  colors,  shades  and  composi- 
tion. Some  of  the  brands,  however,  are  iden- 
tical, he  knew,  since  the  various  foreign  man- 
ufacturers producing  the  same  goods  made  no 
effort  to  maintain  uniformity  in  markings. 

Doctor  Norton  estimates  that  there  are 
3,000  different  grades  of  dyestuffs,  the  com- 
position of  923  of  which  are  known  in  the 
United  States.  To  all  intents  and  purposes 
this  is  sufficient  to  meet  the  ordinary  needs  of 
manufacturers.  The  formulas  for  the  other 
2,000  grades,  chiefly  modifications  in  com- 
position, probably  can  be  worked  out  in  time. 

Doctor  Norton  ascertained,  too,  that  Ameri- 
can industries  consume  29,000  short  tons  of 
dyestuffs  annually.  The  supposition  gener- 
ally was  that  the  amount  did  not  exceed  20,000 
short  tons. 

With  Doctor  Norton's  nursing,  the  Ameri- 
can dyestuff  industry,  two  years  ago  an  in- 
fant in  arms,  now  is  a  rapidly-growing  young- 
ster, beginning  to  walk.  Where  there  were 
six  dyestuff  manufacturers  in  this  country 
two  years  ago,  now  there  are  nearly  fifty. 
Two  years  ago  there  were  only  398  operatives 
in  the  entire  American  field;  now  1,000  work- 
men are  employed  in  a  single  estahlishment. 

American  coal  tar  is  yielding  now  no  less 
than  three-fourths  of  all  the  artificial  colors 
required  in  the  manufacture  of  textile,  paper 
and   other   materials. 


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PS"  To  City,  Town  and  Village  Dwellers  in  Ontario 

"A  Vegetable  Garden  for  Every  Home'' 

IN  this  year  of  supreme  effort 
Britain  and  her  arrnies  must  have 
ample  supplies  of  food,  and  Canada 
is  the  great  source  upon  which 
they  rely.  Greater  production  is 
a  vital  necessity.  Every  one  with 
a  few  square  feet  of  ground  can 
contribute  to  victory  by  growing 
vegetables. 

Four  Patriotic  Reasons 

For  Growing  Your  Own  Vegetables 


1 — It  saves  money  that  you  would  otherwise 
spend  for  vegetables,  thus  being  an  effective 
means  of  thrift,  leaving  your  money  free  for 
purposes  more  directly  helpful  to  the  cause. 

2 — It  helps  to  lower  the  "High  cost  of  liv- 
ing." 

3^By  increasing  production  your  vegetable 

Multiply  your  effort  by  the  number  of  available  gar 
and  the  significance  of  vegetable  production  as  a  for 
ance  to  the  country ! 


garden  helps  to  enlarge  the  urgently  needed 
surplus  of  produce  for  export  to  the  Mother- 
land and  her  allies. 

4 — Every  dollar's  worth  of  vegetables  you 
grow  saves  several  hours'  labor  of  some  worker 
somewhere  whose  effort  at  this  critical  time 
should  be  expended  upon  producing  food  for 
export,  or  upon  other  vital  war  work. 

den  plots  in  cities,  towns  and  villages  all  over  Ontario 
m  of  patriotic  thrift  becomes  one  of  startling  import- 


The  Department  of  Agriculture  Will  Help  You 


The  Ontario  Department  of  Agriculture  appeals  to  Horti- 
cultural Societies  to  devote  at  least  one  evening  meeting  to 
the  subject  of  vegetable  growing.  Manufacturers,  labor 
unions,  lodges,  school  boards,  etc.,  are  invited  to  actively 
encourage  home  gardening.  Let  the  slogan  for  1917  be  "A 
Vegetable  Garden  for  Every  Home." 

Organizations  are  invited  to  arrange  for  instructive  talks 
by  practical  gardeners  on  the  subject  of  vegetable  growing. 
In  eases  where  it  is  impossible  to  secure  a  local  speaker  the 
Department  of  Agriculture  will,  on  request,  send  a  suitable 
man. 

The  demand  for  speakers  will  be  great.  The  number  of 
available  experts  being  limited,  the  Department  urgently 
requests  that  arrangements  for  meetings  be  made  at  once; 
if  local  speakers  cannot  be  secured,  send  applications 
promptly.     Address  letters  to  "Vegetable   Campaign,"  De- 


partment of  Agriculture,   Parliament  Buildings,  Toronto. 

The.  Department  suggests  the  formation  of  local  organi- 
zations to  stimulate  interest  by  offering  prizes  for  best 
vegetable  gardens.  It  is  prepared  to  assist  in  any  possible 
way  any  organization  that  may  be  conducting  a  campaign 
for  vegetable  production  on  vacant  lots.  It  will  do  so  by 
sending  speakers  or  by  supplying  expert  advice  in  the  field. 

Send  for  Literature. 
'    To  every  one  interested  in  vegetable  growing  the  Depart- 
ment of  Agriculture  will,  on  receipt  of  request,  send  litera- 
ture   giving    instructions    about    implements    necessary    and 
methods  of  preparing  the  ground  and   cultivating  the   crop. 

A  plan  of  a  vegetable  garden  indicating  suitable  crop  to 
grow,  best  varieties  and  their  arrangement  in  the  garden  will 
be  sent  free  of  charge  to  any  address. 


Write  for  PoiUtry  Bulletin. 

The  waste  from  the  average  table  would  support  a   small  flock  of  hens.     They  are  inexpensive  to  keep, 

and  you  will  be  highly  repaid  in  fresh  eggs.     Write   for   free   bulletin   which   tells  how   to   keep   hens. 

Ontario  Department  of  Agriculture 


W.  H.  Hearst,  Minister  of  Agriculture 


Parliament  Buildings,  Toronto 


When  Northcliffe 
Bought  the  Times 

Some  Amusing  Difficulties  in  Modernizing 

the  System,  of  an  Old  English 

Neivspaper. 


SOMEONE  has  suggested  the  following 
comparison  of  our  American  institutions 
and  those  of  England:  In  America  we  con- 
struct our  institutions;  in  England  they  are 
born.  Our  institutions  are  machines;  those 
of  the  English  are  biological  growths.  In  an 
American  business  concern  the  machinery 
functions  when  some  man  has  his  hand  on 
the  crank  turning  the  wheels;  in  an  English 
business  concern  there  are  no  wheels,  only 
legs  and  arms.  With  the  British  business  en- 
terprise men  come  and  go,  generations  pass, 
and  the  business — a  living,  thing,  not  a  ma- 
chine— goes  on  its  way,  carrying  its  managers 
with  it.  An  interesting  case  bearing  out  this 
idea  is  found  in  the  story  of  how  Northcliffe 
took  over  The  Times,  as  told  by  William  Gunn 
Shepherd  in  Every  Week: — 

When  Lord  Northcliffe,  after  a  terrific 
business  fight,  succeeded  in  getting  the  anci- 
ently established  British  family  that  owned 
the  Times  to  take  his  mcoy  and  give  him  a 
deed  to  the  great  newspaper,  he  discovered 
that  he  had  purchased  an  aged  oak — so  aged 
that  he  was  fearful  to  trim  a  branch  or  touch 
a  root.  When  the  dream  of  his  life  had  come 
true,  and  he  could  at  last  step  into  the  dusty 
old  buildings  and  breathe  the  sacred  though 
musty  air  of  the  old  place,  and  know,  the 
while,  that  he  owned  it  all,  puzzlement  rather 
than  pleasure  is  said  to  have  been  his  sensa- 
tion. 

"Why,  I  can't  discharge  an  errand-boy 
down  there  without  running  the  risk  of  up- 
setting the  whole  institution,"  he  said. 

Which  was  true,  since  most  of  the  errand- 
boys  were  white-haired  men  whose  duties, 
formed  during  decades  of  service,  were  as  im- 
portant to  the  smooth  running  of  the  Times 
as  the  duties  of  the  editor  himself. 

The  staffs  in  the  business  office,  the  editorial 
rooms,  the  press  room,  and  the  library  con- 
sisted, in  the  main,  of  white-haired,  mysteri- 
ous old  gentlemen  who  performed  regularly  a 
set  of  mysterious  tasks,  and  had  been  doing 
so  for  many  years.  In  little  side  rooms  clerks 
toyed  with  figures  that  seemed  to  mean 
nothing;  in  other  rooms  men  wrote  things 
that  were  never  printed;  in  the  library  were 
men  who  appeared  to  spend  their  time  in  tak- 
ing down  books,  reading  them,  and  putting 
them  back  in  place  again.  They  were  all  on 
the  pay-rolls. 

"I  can't  find  out  what's  done  here  or  who 
does  it,"  Northcliffe  is  credited  in  the  London 
Press  Club  with  having  said  one  evening,  with 
a  hopeless  sigh,  as  he  saw  his  great  staff 
depart  after  a  day's  toil. 

The  books  showed  him  nothing  but  the 
names  of  the  employees  and  their  salaries. 
Most  of  these  were  ridiculously  low.  Though 
the  standard  of  newspaper  salaries  had  risen 
considerably,  the  Times  had  not  seemed  to 
know  it. 

Northcliffe  attempted  to  have  the  employees 
called  to  his  private  office,  one  at  a  time,  for 
conversation;  but  to  be  summoned  to  the 
office  of  the  publisher  was  so  upsetting  to  an 
employee  and  his  friends  that  Northcliffe  dis- 
continued it;  the  operation  was  too  much  like 
settling  questions  of  life  and  death. 

Desperation  seized  upon  the  great  British 
publisher.  They  tell  in  the  Press  Club  how, 
for  some  weeks,  the  gloomy  hallways  of  the 
Times  were  haunted  by  a  gentle,  smiling  Brit- 
ish gentleman  who,  with  a  business  card  in  his 
hand  reading  "Lord  Northcliffe,"  waylaid  all 
comers  with  the  question: 

"I  beg  your  pardon,  but  won't  you  please 
tell  me  your  name?" 

The  conversation  in  the  dark  hallway  usu- 
ally went  like  this: 

"My  name  is  So-and-So." 


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All  Foods  Are  There 

16  Elements  in  Quaker  Oats 

Nature  makes  many  foods,  some  rich  in  one 
element,  some  in  another. 

But  in  the  oat  she  combines  them  all,  in  just  the 
right  proportions. 

There  are  16  elements  in  oats.  Here  science  finds 
the  perfectly-balanced  food.  One  could  live  on  oats 
alone,  plus  the  fat  in  milk. 

Here  Nature  stores  a  wealth  of  vim-food,  to 
energize  the  user.  And  here  she  lavishes  exquisite 
flavor  to  delight. 

So  the  oat  is  to  people  like  honey  to  i  he  bee.  Like 
the  nut  to  the  squirrel.     It  is  all-in-all. 


The  Superlative  Vim-Food 


We  get  Nature's  choicest  oats,  then 
discard  two-thirds.  That  to  get  the 
queen  oats  only,  rich  in  flavor  and 
aroma. 

Those  big,  plump  grains — and  those 
alone — are  flaked  for  Quaker  Oats. 

That's  the  reason  for  this  luscious 
flavor   which   has   won    the   world    to 

Large  Round  Package,  25c 


Quaker.     It  is  known  to  people  of  every 
clime. 

In  cottage  and  palace,  all  the  world 
over,  this  is  the  favorite  brand.  Yet 
asking  for  it  brings  it  to  you  without 
extra  price.  Don't  miss  this  premier 
dish. 

Regular  Package,  10c 


Except  in  Far  West 


T^«  Quaker  O^^^  C>mpany 


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"Well,  I  am  Lord  Northcliffe.  Now,  won't 
you  please  tell  me  what  your  duties  are  here?" 

"I  do  such-and-such  a  thing." 

"Ah!  Yes!  Now,  won't  you  tell  me  what 
your  wages  are  ?" 

"I  have  so-and-so  many  shillings  a  week." 

"Too  little,  my  boy!  Too  little!  You  ought 
to  have  more.  I  want  to  have  everybody  on 
the  Times  happy  and  well  paid,  you  know. 
Tell  everybody  so,  won't  you?  That's  a  good 
chap.  Tell  them  not  to  be  afraid  of  me.  I 
mean  quite  all  right  to  everybody,  you  know." 

On  the  card  Northcliffe  would  write  a  note 
to  the  cashier  telling  him  to  increase  "So-and- 
So's"  wages  by  so  much. 

"Now  take  that  to  the  cashier  and  give  it  to 
him.  You  must  have  more,  my  boy — must 
have  more!  All  a  little-family  here  together, 
you  know.  Want  everybody  happy  and  com- 
fortable. Tell  all  your  friends  in  the  office 
not  to  run  away  from  me  in  the  hallways, 
won't  you?  Want  to  meet  'em  all.  Not  much 
of  a  stair-climber;  when  they  run  upstairs  I 
simply  can't  catch  them.  That's  all.  Tell 
them  not  to  run  away,  you  know." 

This  system  worked  better.  The  informal- 
ity of  it  did  not  terrify  the  staff,  and  it  also 
reassured  the  old  oak  that  it  was  not  going  to 
be  cut  down.  But  the  change  was  too  slow  to 
suit  Northcliffe;  so  one  day  he  said  to  Murray 
Allison,  an  Australian,  and  one  of  his  bright- 
est young  business  stars: 

"Go  down  to  that  Times  office  and  see  if  you 
can't  get  the  place  modernized  without  giving 
it  too  much  of  a  jolt." 

Allison  hustled  over  to  the  Times  in  an 
automobile,  dashed  in — and  discovered,  from 
the  hurt  and  astonished  gaze  on  the  faces  of 
the  staff,  that  dashing  wouldn't  help  him  any. 
He  decided  that  it  would  be  best  for  him  to 
select  an  office  in  the  building,  settle  down 
quietly,  and  let  his  modern  influence  slowly 
ooze  out  into  the  surroundings.  After  several 
days  of  looking  around  he  chose  a  room  that 
appeared  to  be  unoccupied,  hunted  up  the 
custodian,  and  said: 

"I'd  like  to  have  Room  28  for  my  office." 

"I'm  afraid  you  can't  have  it,  sir." 

"Can't  have  it?    Why,  whose  is  it ?" 

"Don't  know  whose  it  is,  sir.  He's  a  gentle- 
man that  comes  every  Saturday  afternoon  and 
occupies  the  room,  sir." 

Allison  passed  another  dozen  days  without 
an  office;  but  the  desire  for  Room  28  grew  into 
a  determination  to  make  another  try  for  it. 
He  went  to  28  the  next  Saturday  afternoon, 
seated  himself  in  one  of  several  big  leather- 
covered  chairs,  and  waited. 

At  last  a  man  entered.  He  wore  a  high 
silk  hat,  side-whiskers,  a  frock-coat,  and 
carried  an  alligator-skin  bag,  which  he  placed 
on  the  floor  with  considerable  care.  He  gave 
Allison  the  "once-over"  in  a  disinterested 
fashion,  seated  himself  in  a  great  easy  chair, 
and  began  to  read  the  morning  paper,  which 
had  evidently  been  spread  out  for  him  on 
the  table. 

"My  name  is  Allison,"  said  Lord  North- 
cliffe's  representative. 

"Ah,  yes,"  answered  the  man  politely. 

"May  I  ask  your  name?" 

"Jarrolds  is  my  name." 

"Been  with  the  Times  long. 

"Oh,  been  coming  here  about  twenty-five 
years  now." 

"This  your  room?" 

"Yes.     Been  mine  for  a  long  time." 

"What  do  you  do  here?  May  I  ask  your 
duties?" 

"Oh,  I  come  here  every  Saturday  afternoon 
with  my  bag,  and  stay  until  Monday  morn- 
ing." 

"Sleep  here?" 

"Yes.     Can't  go  away  to  sleep  very  well." 

"Eat  here?" 

"Yes.  Restaurant  chap  near  here  brings 
up  my  meals." 

"Well — what,  exactly,  do  you  do  here? 
What  are  your  duties?" 

"Nothing  particularly.  I  just  come  here  to 
this  room  and  stay  here  until  Monday  morn- 
ing, and  read  and  sleep  and  wait." 

"Been  doing  that  for  twenty-five  years?" 

"Yes,  about  that.  I  took  the  job  over  from 
a  gentleman  who  had  filled  it  for  forty  years. 
He  died." 

"Pretty  easy  way  to  keep  on  the  Times 
pay-roll,"  suggested  Allison. 

"I'm  not  on  the  Times  pay-roll,  bless  you!" 
said  the  roan. 


"Well,  who  are  you,  then  ?"  asked  Allison, 
in  exasperation. 

"Why,  I'm  Jarrolds.  Jarrolds  of  Scoots' 
Bank." 

"But  why  do  you  come  here  to  the  Times?" 
persisted  Allison. 

"I  don't  know.  I've  been  coming  here  for 
twenty-five  years  and  the  gentleman  before 
me  came  here  for  forty  years.  My  job  is  to 
bring  my  bag  here  and  stay  until  Monday 
morning." 

"What's  in  the  bag?" 

"Scoots  may  tell  you  that.  I'm  not  at 
liberty  to  do  so." 

Monday  morning,  bright  and  early  Allison 
was  at  Scoots'  Bank,  demanding  to  know  more 
of  Mr.  Jarrolds  of  Room  28.  It  took  two 
days  for  the  bank  officials  to  dig  out  of  their 
two-hundred-year-old  files  the  correspondence 
between  the  Tim.es  and  Scoots'  which  gave 
Jarrolds  and  his  predecessor  their  strange 
jobs. 

Seventy-five  years  ago  an  editor  of  the  Times 
who  wanted  to  send  a  correspondent  across  to 
France  in  a  hurry  one  Saturday  night  found 
all  the  money  in  the  business  office  was  locked 
up.  He  took  a  collection  around  the  office  for 
the  correspondent,  and  then  sat  down  and 
wrote  a  letter  to  the  business  manager,  saying 
he  didn't  want  to  have  such  a  thing  occur 
again.     On  Saturday  nights  and  over  Sunday 


there  must  always  be  some  free  and  loose 
money  lying  around  the  Times  office  some- 
where. 

So  the  business  manager  wrote  a  letter  to 
Scoots'  Bank  asking  them  to  send  a  man 
with  five  hundred  gold  sovereigns  to  the  Times 
every  Saturday  afternoon  and  keep  him  there 
until  Monday  morning.  The  Times,  he  added, 
would  furnish  him  with  a  couch  and  with  his 
meals. 

And  so  the  arrangement  had  been  going  on 
for  three  quarters  of  a  century.  The  Times 
grew  and  established  offices  in  every  capital 
in  Europe;  no  longer  were  the  men  from  the 
London  offices  sent  out  on  mad  and  sudden 
dashes  to  out-of-the-way  places.  But  no- 
body, in  all  those  years,  thought  to  tell  Scoots 
that  their  man  with  his  five  hundred  gold 
pieces  was  no  longer  needed.  And  all  the  men 
at  Scoots'  and  all  the  men  at  the  Times  who 
had  made  the  arrangement  passed  the  way  of 
mortal  flesh,  and  the  men  who  took  their 
places  let  things  go  on  in  good  old  English 
fashion,  as  they  had  always  been  doing. 

Allison  took  Room  28,  and  the  next  Sunday 
Jarrolds,  for  the  first  time  in  twenty-five 
years,  worshipped  with  his  family. 

It's  all  right  to  talk  about  American  busi- 
ness men  adjusting  their  methods  to  suit  the 
business  systems  of  other  countries.  But 
there  is  a  limit. 


How  to  Pick  a  $25,000  a  Year  Man 


Heads   of   the   Only   Two   Billion  Dollar 

Corporations  in  the  World  Tell  What 

Qualities  Are  Most  in  Demand. 


ELBERT  L.  GARY,  chairman  of  the  United 
States  Steel  Corporation,  and  Theodore 
W.  Vail,  president  of  the  American  Telephone 
and  Telegraph  Company,  and  head  of  the 
Bell  system,  have  been  persuaded  to  tell,  in 
the  American  Magazine,  the  kind  of  men  they 
want  for  high  positions.  Quoting  briefly 
from  the  views  of  these  experts  we  have  the 
following: 

In  his  personal  experience,  Mr.  Vail  says: 
"We  have  always  had  two  or  three  office 
boys  around.  I  would  notice  the  particularly 
bright  one.  Then  I  would  miss  one  of  them 
and  on  asking  where  he  had  gone  I  would  be 
told  'He  took  up  stenography  and  is  now  in 
the  clerk's  office.'  Pretty  scon  I  will  send  to 
the  head  of  some  department  to  get  certain 
information.  He  will  bring  in  a  youth  with 
the  remark,  'This  is  the  man  vfho  knows  more 
about  it  than  any  one  else  '  And  I  will  re- 
cognize in  the  expert  my  old  friend  the  ex- 
offlce  boy.  This  is  happening  every  week. 
These  young  men  are  not  pushed  forward. 
They  get  there  themselves.  They  win  their 
own  way."  Further  extracts  from  Mr.  Vail's 
philosophy   read: 

"The  man  who  forges  ahead  is  not  the  one 
who  does  only  what  he  is  told  has  to  be  done; 
he  is  the  fellow  who  docs  what  he  sees 
should  be  done — provided  he  doesn't  imagine 
he  is  more  important  than  he  really  is.  In- 
itiative counts  heavily.  I  feel  like  taking  off 
my  hat  to  a  cripple  who  has  had  push  enough 
to  devise  some  way  to  earn  his  own  living, 
rather  than  lazily  allowing  himself  to  become 
a  public  charge. 

"Common  sense  is  one  of  the  most  import- 
ant ingredients  of  success.  It  is  also  one 
of  the  rarest  things  in  life.  As  someone  aptly 
said:  'Common  sense  is  the  most  uncommon 
thing  in  the  world.' 

"A  corporation's-  employees  must  be  the 
eyes  and  ears  Of  its  executive.  I  recently 
impressed  upon  our  boys  that  initiative,  orig- 
inality, progress,  ideas,  do  not  come  from  the 
top  down,  but  from  the  bottom  up.  They  come 
first  from  all  the  people  to  the  centre,  to  the 
chief  officer,  who  winnows  everything  and 
tries  to  separate  the  good  from  the  bad.  The 
good  is  sent  down  again,  to  be  put  into  opera- 
tion. 

"Men  in  an  organization  must  be  made  to 
feel  they  are  part  of  that  organization — for 
the  esprit  de  corps,  to  my  mind,  is  one  of  the 


most  important  factors.  Whatever  I  have 
to  do  I  always  fiAd  can  be  done  easier  and 
better  by  getting  every  man  concerned  in  it 
to  feel  that  he  is  doing  it,  too.  I  am  only  one 
cog  in  a  large  wheel. 

"Why  do  employers  pay  a  man  a  big  salary? 
Because  he  can  earn  it;  and  he  must  show 
before  he  gets  it  that  he  can  earn  it;  if  he 
cannot  earn  it,  after  all,  he  cannot  hold  his 
position  against  one  who  can. 

"A  company  or  employer  engages  a  man 
not  only  to  earn  his  own  salary  and  his  own 
expenses,  but  to  earn  a  margin  over  and 
above.  The  earnings  of  the  employee  must 
contribute  its  share  to  the  payment  of  the 
interest  on  capital  employed  in  the  business, 
the  maintenance  and  upkeep  of  the  plant, 
and  the  many  other  expenses  connected  with 
a  going  enterprise,  and  also  show  a  little 
profit  for  the  man  or  concern  employing  him. 
Without  this  profit  there  would  be  no  business. 

"Some  men  can  make  a  success  of  working 
for  others,  yet  cannot  make  a  success  work- 
ing for  themselves.  They  lack  the  quality  or 
temperament  that  assumes  responsibility. 
They  are  magnificent  lieutenants  but  not 
captains.  The  man  who  employs  has  to  as- 
sume responsibility,  risks — in  fact  the  whole 
burden  of  making  good  is  upon  him. 

"The  European  war  has  shown  there  are 
any  number  of  men  who  make  magnificent 
soldiers  when  they  have  officers  to  direct 
them,  but  who  go  to  pieces  when  left  with- 
out a  commander." 

Why  do  so  many  college-bred  youths  and 
the  sons  of  wealthy  parents  fail  in  business 
life?  Let  Mr.  Vail,  out  of  his  long  experience 
answer: 

"The  young  man  entering  life  must  not  be 
impatient.  He  must  accumulate  experience, 
he  must  learn  the  duties  of  his  position  by  the 
actual  doing  before  he  has  any  value  to  his 
employer. 

"The  reason  so  many  college  boys  fail  is 
that  they  are  full  of  theories;  they  think 
they  know  it  all.  A  college  course  is  a  good 
thing,  an  excellent  thing,  but  it  must  be 
given  to  the  right  kind  of  youth.  Quite  a 
number  of  the  highest  positions  are  filled 
by  men  who  went  through  college  but  who 
had  no  false  notions  as  to  what  was  re- 
quired of  them  when  they  entered  business. 
No  man  is  worth  anything  until  he  has  gone 
into  the  heat  of  the  battle  and  had  his 
theories  subordinated  to  practice. 

"The  son  of  rich  parents  is  handicapped 
in  his  youth.  He  gets  no  experience  of  doing 
things,  and  no  opportunity  to  benefit  from 
hard  knocks." 

Then  Mr.  Vail  explains  how  he  has  accom- 
plished so  much  in  his  seventy-one  years  of 
life. 

"No  one  man  in  Gold's  world  can  do  much," 


M  ATI.  !■:  A  N'S     M  A  (;  A  /TNE 


53 


JSs-tabJis^iedt   IB 52 


THE  NEW  SERIES  18  STUDEBAKER 
CARS  ARE  LEADERS 


OVER  290,000  Studebaker  cars 
in  daily  use  throughout  the 
world  stand  as  living  testi- 
monials to  the  soimdness  of  Stude- 
baker dependability.  But,  regard- 
less of  this  reputation  for  superior 
quality  and  service,  the  built-in- 
value,  the  sturdiness  and  distinction 
of  the  line  was  never  more  convinc- 
ingly presented  than  in  the  new 
Studebaker  Series  38  cars. 

Ample  evidence  of  this  fact  is 
found  in  the  equipment  of  any  Stude- 
baker car  which  includes  such  feat- 
ures as  the  famous  Syg-inch  bore  x 
5-inch  stroke  Studebaker  motor, 
known  throughout  the  world  for  its 
remarkable  flexibility  and  hill  climb- 
ing ability;  the  reinforced  rear-axle 


construction  that  absorbs  all  road 
shocks  and  insures  safety  and  com- 
fort at  all  times ;  ample  room  and  real 
comfort  for  five  grown  people,  and 
auxiliary  ann  chairs  in  the  toimeau 
for  two  extra  passengers,  that  slide 
under  the  rear  seat  when  not  in  use; 
and  the  most  accessible  chassis 
throughout  of  any  motor  car  built. 

See  these  wonderful  "Made-in- 
Canada"  cars  now..  An  investigation 
and  demonstration  will  convince  you 
of  their  exceptional  value  —  of  the 
luxury  and  distinction  of  appoint- 
ments and  appearance  that  make 
Studebaker  cars  the  preferred  types 
among  people  of  refinement  and  dis- 
crimination. 


FOUR-CYLINDER  MODELS 

FOUR  Chassis                              -          -  SI  195 

FOUR   Roadster         ....  1280 

FOUR  Touring  Car           -  1295 

FOUR   Every. Weather  Car  1570 

FOUR  Landau  Roadster  1575 

All  Prices  F.  O.  B.    Watkervi/le 


STUDEBAKER 

Walkerville,    Ont. 


SIX-CYLINDER  MODELS 

SIX  Chassis  '                                            .  $1495 

SIX  Roadster                            ■              -  1580 

SIX  Touring  Car                        -            -  159S 

SIX  Landau  Roadster                            ■  1785 

SIX  Every-Weather  Car  1870 

SIX  Touring  Sedan                           -             -  2245 

SIX  Coupe             -                           ■             ■  2310 

SIX  Limousine        -             ...  3430 
All  Prices  F.  O.  B.  Walkerville 


54 


M  A  C  L  J':  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


STURDY 
CHILDREN 

Oxo  Cubes  mean  health, 
strength     and     irrepressible 

vitality  to  the  little  folk,  and  an  im- 
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mothers  and  nurses. 

Oxo  Cubes  are  also  a  splendid  safe- 
guard against  the  little  ailments  which 
give  mothers  such  anxiety.  A  daily 
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winter  months  will  ward  off  many  a 
chill,  and  lessen  the  danger  of  being 
exposed  to  damp,  inclement  weather. 

An  Oxo  Cube  in  a  cup  of  hot  milk 
is  a  nourishing  and  easily-digested 
diet.  For  delicate  and  anaemic  child- 
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Tins  of  4.  10  SO  and  100  Cubes 

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Smooth,  hairfree  underarms  are 
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The  safest,  most  "womanly"  way 
to  remove  hair  from  the  face, 
neck  or  arms  is  the  El  Rado  way, 
a  colorless,  sanitary  lotion  that 
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MONTREAL 


"No  one  man  in  God's  world  can  do  much," 
"But  how  did  you  succeed  in  doing  as  much 
as  you  have  done?"  I  persisted. 

"By  never  doing  anything  I  could  find  some- 
body else  able  to  do  better.  Many  failures 
are  caused  by  putting  good  men  in  the  wrong 
places.  I  try  to  avoid  that.  If  men  could 
only  recognize  what  they  can  do  and  what 
they  cannot  do,  endless  trouble  would  bi- 
avoided.  Some  men  think  that  because  they 
have  risen  to  a  certain  point  they  are  capable 
of  doing  anything;  they  plunge  in,  find  them- 
selves in  difficulties,  and  are  carried  down  the 
stream. 

"Concentration,  application,  persistency, 
good  judgment,  imagination — and  courage. 
These  spell  success.  Don't  be  easily  dis- 
couraged." 

"Were  you  never  discouraged  during  your 
heartbreaking  fight  in  the  early  days  of  the 
telephone  when  everything  and  everybody 
went  against  you?"  I  asked. 

"If  I  was  ever  discouraged,"  he  replied,  "I 
never  let  anybody  know  it.  Yet  I  have  never 
had  absolute  unquestioning  confidence  in  my- 
self. I  always  kept  in  mind,  that  there  lay 
ahead  the  possibility  of  failure  and,  there- 
fore, I  did  everything  possible  to  guard 
against  it.  There  is  nothing  more  dangerous 
than  cocksureness." 

Judge  Gary,  head  of  the  world's  largest  in- 
dustrial army,  after  thinking  the  subject  over 
carefully,  compiled  the  following  prescription 
for  the  young  man  ambitious  to  attain  suc- 
cess: 

1.  He  should  be  honest,  truthful,  sincere 
and   serious. 

2.  He  should  believe  in  and  preach  and 
practice  the  Golden  Rule. 

3.  He  should  be  strong  and  healthy,  physi- 
cally and  morally. 

4.  His  habits  and  mode  of  living  should  be 
temperate  and  clean  and  his  companions  se- 
lected with  regard  to  their  character  and  re- 
putatipn. 

.5.  He  should  possess  good  natural  ability 
and  a  determination  constantly  to  improve  his 
mind  and  memory. 

6.  He  should  possess  a  good  education,  in- 
cluding particularly  the  fundamentals,  such 
as  mathematics,  grammar,  spelling,  writing, 
geography  and  history;  and  also  a  technical 
education  concerning  the  lines  he  proposes  to 
follow. 

7.  He  should  be  studious  and  thoughtful, 
keeping  his  mind  upon  a  subject  until  it  is 
mastered. 

8.  He  should  be  conscientious,  modest  but 
courageous,  energetic,  persistent,  even-tem- 
pered, economical,  faithful  and  loyal  to  his 
friends   and   the   interests  he   represents. 

Discussing  salaries.  Judge  Gary  has  said: 
"One  man  may  be  cheap  at  $100,000,  another 
dear  at  $10,000  in  the  same  position.  When 
$100,000,000  or  $500,000,000  has  to  be  spent, 
the  amount  paid  in  salary  to  the  man  entrust- 
ed with  the  spending  of  it  is  of  little  import- 
ance. Capitalists  are  not  looking  for  men  who 
will  accept  low  salaries;  they  are  on  the  out- 
look for  men  worth  large  salaries.  Whether 
an  enterprise  succeeds  or  fails  depends  large- 
ly on  the  man  at  its  head.  Financiers  are 
willing  to  pay  for  success. 

"Combination  has  led  to  the  creation  of 
huge  concerns.  The  salaries  paid  heads  of 
such  concerns  are  no  larger  than  the  salaries 
formerly  paid,  when  you  consider  the  in- 
crease in  the  responsibilities.  Greater  re- 
sponsibilities demand  greater  fitness.  In- 
creased rewards  inspire  increased  incentive." 

Quite  a  number  of  men  under  Judge  Gary 
draw  one  hundred  dollars  or  more  every  day. 
Both  salaries  and  wages  have  been  going  up 
— the  workmen,  at  the  suggestion  of  Judge 
Gary,  received  three  increases  in  rapid  suc- 
cession not  long  ago.  He  believes  the  laborer 
is  worthy  of  his  hire,  no  matter  how  humble 
the  task  performed. 

As  in  the  telephone  company,  most  of  the 
highest  officers  in  the  Steel  Corporation  have 
risen  from  lowlier  places  than  those  occupied 
by  the  average  reader  of  this  magazine. 

Prizes  there  are.  This  article  has  outlined 
how  to  set  about  qualifying  to  win  them. 


l'i:lil  .March  wlnils  arc  hard  on  skin  and 
eoiiiplexlon.  Unless  proper  precautions  are 
taken  chafing  and  roughness  are  sure  to 
result.  A  wrong  choice  of  treatments  and 
lireparations  will  do  more  harm  than  good. 
For, over   twenty-five  years   the 

Princess  Preparations 

have  been  used  by  particular  women  from  one  end 
of  Canada  to  the  other.  Send  ns  ten  cents  and 
our  illustrated  Booklet  D  and  generous  sample  of 
rnncess  White  Rose  Cream  will  be  i*ent  postpaid. 
Tliis  sample  will  give  you  an  idea  of  the  wonderful 
properties  of  the  Princess  Preparations,  and  the 
booklet  will  tell  you  of  our  other  preparations  and 
of  our  success  in  treating  all  manner  of  skin,  com- 
plexion, hair  and  sealp  treatments,  also  of  how 
we  permanently  remove  superfluous  hair,  moles, 
warts,  etc.  -Any  correspondence  will  be  treated  in 
strictest  confidence,  and  our  advice  is  absolutely  free. 
S9F  COLLEGE  ST.,  TORONTO 


NO  JOKE   TO  BE  DEAF 


alter  being  deaf  for 


"Every  Deaf    Person    Knows    That 

1   make  myself  hear,   after  being  deaf  for 
25     years,     with     these 
f    Artificial    Ear    Drums,  j 
/     I   wear  them  day   and  | 
night.      They    are    per- 1 
fectly    comfortable.    No  \ 
one    sees    them.    Write 
[me  and   I  will  tell  you  ...  ir      r^ 

a    true    story,    how     l  Medicated  fc^r  LMjin 
got  deaf  and  how  I  make  you  hear.      Pat.   Nov.  3,  1908. 

AddrcM.  GEO.  P.  WAY.  Artificial    Ear  Drum  Co..  (Inc.) 

20  Adelaide  Street,  Detroit,  Mich. 

Japanese  Rose  Bushes 
Five  for  I  Ocfs. 

The  Wonder  of  the  AVorld 

I  Rose  Bushes  witii  roses  on  tliem  in  8 
weeks  from  the  time  the  seed  was 
planted.lt  may  not  seem  possible  but 
we  Guarantee  it  to  be  so,  Thcv  will 
BL.OOItI  KVKRYTKN^VEEKS 
Winter  or  Summer,  and  whcnSyears 
old  will  have  .5  orf)  hundred  roseson 

each  bush.   'Will  j!;rovr  in  the  house 

in  th^w.iiteraswellasin  the  ground  in  summer. 
Ro««s  All  The  Year  Aronnd.  Package  of  seed 
with  our  (ru-\rantee  hv  mail,  only  Ten  Cents. 
Japan  Seed  Co.  Box   igg  South  Norwslk,  Conn. 


UEP.VKT.MEXT   OF    THE    .\AVAL 

SERVICE. 
ROYAL  N.WAL  COLLEGE  OF  CANADA 
ANNUAL  EXA.MINATrO.\S  for  eutry  of 
■^*-  Naval  Cadets  into  this  College  are  held 
at  the  e.";amiimtion  centres  of  the  Civil 
Servloe  Commission  In  May  each  year, 
successful  candidates  joining  the  College 
on  or  about  the  1st  August  following  the 
exiimlnatlon. 

.\ppllcations  for  entry  are  received  up 
to  the  15th  April  by  the  Secretary,  Civil 
Service  Commission,  Ottawa,  from  whom 
blank  entry  forms  can  be  obtained. 

Candidates  for  examination  must  have 
passed  their  fourteenth  birthday,  and  not 
reached  their  sixteenth  birthday,  on  the 
1st  July  following  the  examination. 

Further  details  can  be  obtained  on  appli- 
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Continued  from  page  28. 

A  FEW  minutes  later  Mrs.  Finley  was 
making  the  bed  ready  in  a  room  a 
short  distance  from  her  own.  She  had 
already  gone  to  bed  when  Minden  called 
her,  but  Cora  sat  reading  in  her  own  room 
and,  hearing  Minden's  voice,  came  out 
into  the  hall.  Briefly  Minden  told  her  the 
story,  and  she  had  quickly  repeated  it  to 
her  mother. 

Presently  she  herself  was  below  stairs 
scalding  milk,  into  which  she  poured  a 
beaten-up  egg  and  sherry.  It  is  hard  to 
tell  what  sort  of  man  she  expected  to  see 
in  the  office.  Minden  had  said  nothing 
about  the  youth,  about  his  handsomeness 
and  soldierly  appearance,  or  of  his  name 
or  family;  and  she  had  imagined  some 
rough  westerner  with  a  red  handkerchief 
round  his  neck,  with  a  hard-bitten  face 
and  rough  bony  hands.  When  she  entered 
the  office,  Sheldon  was  on  his  feet,  leaning 
on  Minden's  shoulder,  for  he  was  six 
inches  taller.  He  stood,  head  bent  for- 
ward, with  that  piteous  look  of  despair 
which  seizes  youth  when  checked  on  its 
course.  His  look  of  suffering  softened  the 
almost  iron  lines  of  the  shapely  head,  and 
gave  a  touch  of  poetry  to  a  determined 
face,  which  had  more  uprightness,  persis- 
tence, courage  and  good  humor  than  aught 
else.  Her  hand  tightened  almost  spas- 
modically on  the  glass  of  milk  she  held,  as 
her  glance  fell  on  the  wounded  refugee, 
fler  eyes  met  his  in  one  long  look,  and  a 
wonderful  smile  came  to  his  lips.  She 
shivered,  however,  as  she  went  forward 
and  held  the  milk  to  his  lips. 

Half  an  hour  later  the  Young  Doctor 
had  a  talk  with  Minden  in  his  office. 
"He  will  get  well,  unless  there's  something 
we  can't  see,"  remarked  the  Young  Doctor 
decisively.  "But  I  tell  you  frankly,  I 
don't  like  playing  against  the  law.  How- 
ever ;  all  you  ask  is  that  I  keep  my  tongue 
still,  and  I'm  not  supposed  to  know,  unless 
you  tell  me,  that  the  law  is  after  the  young 
fellow.  I  like  him,"  he  added  reflectively. 
"He  has  eyes  that  no  Ananias  ever  had, 
and  he  has  looks  too ;  but  there's  a  young 
lady  we  both  know  in  this  house,  Min- 
den.   Have  you  thought  of  that?" 

Minden  nodded  and  turned  away  his 
head.  After  a  moment  he  said:  "Yes, 
that's  all  right.  She  can  take  care  of 
herself." 


CHAPTER  VI. 

MINDEN  TO  THE  RESCUE. 

VX/'EEKS  went  by.  In  spite  of  Min- 
^  '  den's  powers  of  self  control  he  found 
himself  at  times  so  agitated  that  more 
than  once  he  mounted  his  horse,  rode  ten 
or  fifteen  miles  into  the  prairie  and  back 
again,  "to  work  off  steam."  When  the 
conviction  came  to  him  that  Sheldon  was 
to  play  a  part  in  Cora's  life,  he  began  to 
reflect,  and  then  to  trouble  himself  great- 
ly. 

Here  Sheldon  was,  a  comet  with  a  long 
tail  of  travel,  adventure  and  life — life 
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self  with  such  a  man  of  mystery  and  mis- 
demeanor, with  no  future  except  a  proble- 
matical scoop  out  of  a  problematical  gold 
mine?  If  Sheldon  had  spoken  the  whole 
truth  then  the  solution  of  the  problem 
might  not  be  so  hard,  seeing  Mrs.  Pinley's 
attitude  towards  him.  Like  many  a  wo- 
man who  has  had  a  man  in  her  home  and 
has  lost  him,  so  losing  also  the  opportun- 
ity for  mothering,  the  opportunity  af- 
forded Mrs.  Finley  by  Sheldon's  arrival 
was  like  a  gift  from  Heaven.  Yet  she  re- 
mained watchful  and  concerned;  for  no 
matter  how  reputable  the  young  man — 
Minden  had  not  told  her  all — he  certainly 
had  not  "got  religion,"  and  she  did  her 
best  to  keep  Cora  from  intimacy  with  him. 
When  he  was  able  to  leave  his  bedroom, 
however,  and  use  Mrs.  Finley's  sitting- 
room,  watching  on  her  part  became  oner- 
ous, with  her  many  exacting  daily  duties; 
while,  at  the  same  time,  Cora's  gravita- 
tion towards  Sheldon  was  natural  and 
frequent. 

'TpHE  PUBLIC  only  knew  of  his  pre- 
•^  sence  in  the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel  after 
the  Riders  of  the  Plains  had  reported  to 
the  Commissioner  an  encounter  with  un- 
identified horse  thieves,  though  they  had 
good  reason  to  suspect  that  they  were 
the  MacMahons.  As  evidence  there  was 
the  dead  horse  ridden  by  Sheldon,  brand- 
ed with  the  letter  M.  The  MacMahons, 
however,  were  found  asleep  in  their  beds 
when  the  Riders  raided  their  ranch  soon 
after  the  encounter.  Bill  MacMahon 
said  that  the  horse  had  been  stolen  from 
their  paddock  and  this  was  borne  out 
by  the  evidence  of  hired  hands.  The 
MacMahons  knew  what  had  happened 
to  Sheldon,  and  where  he  was,  but  they 
knew  well  also  that  he  would  remain 
silent.  Before  ten  days  had  gone  interest 
in  it  was  replaced  by  other  sensational 
events  demanding  the  attention  of  the 
Riders. 

Concerning  his  relations  with  the  Mac- 
Mahons, Minden  believed  that  Sheldon 
spoke  the  truth;  but  there  was  the  ques- 
tion of  his  origin.  A  previous  Mayor 
of  the  town  had  been  an  Englishman,  and 
he  had  fortified  himself  for  his  office  by 
a  useful  reference  library.  One  or  two 
volumes  like  Kelly's  "County  Families," 
and  "Debrett,"  were  found  useful  by  sub- 
sequent Mayors  when  travelling  mem- 
bers of  "the  best  families"  of  Great  Bri- 
tain visited  Askatoon.  With  a  pleasur- 
able yet  anxious  excitement,  and  with  a 
little  awe,  Minden  approached  these  books 
for  a  history  of  Sheldon's  family. 

His  fingers  had  never  trembled  on  the 
trigger,  or  had  had  a  tremor  in  time  of 
danger,  but  they  shook  a  little  now— 
perhaps  it  was  age  creeping  on — as  he 
turned  over  the  page  to  the  index  letter 
"S."  After  a  few  moments  of  attentive 
search  they  suddenly  halted  on  a  page. 

Y^ES,  THERE  it  was.  There  was  the 
-*■  celebrated  genealogy  and  history  of 
the  Dukes  of  Bolton ;  there  was  the  name 
cf  Reginald  Sheldon,  grandson  of  the 
sixth  Duke,  sometime  of  the  Household 
Cavalry,  now  a  fugitive  from  justice, 
impounded  in  the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel  of 
Askatoon.  There  he  was,  the  grandson 
of  a  Duke  in  Bill  Minden's  house  talking 
to  Bill  Minden  and  his  daughter  and  her 
reputed  mother  .just  as  though  they  had 
been  brought  up  together!  But  that  was 
due  to  a  kind  of  manner  Sheldon  had,  a  ' 
manner  Minden  had  seen  among  Indians, 
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Cora  taking  to  the  grandson  of  a  Duke 
and  he  taking  to  her  pleased  him,  but  it 
also  startled  him.  A  kind  of  panic  took 
possession  of  him.  What  might  have 
been  a  splendid  prospect  for  an  ambitious 
eye  suddenly  became  a  moor  of  blackened 
gorse  and  heather  to  Minden's  vision. 
Then  it  was  he  lunged  up  and  down  his 
office  talkiYig  aloud  to  himself,  tempted  to 
objurgation  and  even  blasphemy,  yet  not 
yielding.  If  the  class-leaders  of  Grace 
Methodist  Church  could  have  seen  him 
in  such  a  state,  they  would  have  declared 
him  imperfectly  saved.  They  would  have 
said  it  was  his  duty  to  take  the  whole 
matter  to  the  Throne  of  Grace.  No  doubt 
they  were  right,  for  the  old  Adam  was 
still  much  alive  in  Minden. 

No  repose  came  to  him;  none  could 
come  until  he  had  tested  the  last  and 
most  important  statement  made  by  Shel- 
don concerning  the  mine  and  its  impri- 
soned fortunes.  It  seemed  mean  to  sus- 
pect him  of  untruth.  In  his  heart  of 
hearts  he  believed,  but  a  great  anxiety 
concerning  the  welfare  of  his  daughter 
forced  him  to  be  cautious.  Had  he  not 
thrown  the  young  man  in  her  way  by 
harboring  him?  If  what  Sheldon  said 
about  the  mine  was  true,  why  not  visit 
it,  and  find  out  the  facts  beyond  per- 
adventure?  He  could  not  bring  himself 
to  do  it.  however,  until  fully  three  weeks 
after  the  patient's  removal  from  Mrs. 
Finley's  end  of  the  house  to  his  own, 
where  Sheldon  showed  himself  in  the 
public  rooms  of  the  hotel.  On  the  first 
day  he  made  his  appearance  in  the  public 
dining-room,  who  should  appear  but  one 
of  his  sometime  partners  of  the  Sink-ov 
Swim  mine! 

Straightway  Sheldon  sent  for  Minden 
and  introduced  the  two.  Sheldon's  late 
partner  was  on  his  way  East.  It  could 
be  seen  he  was  cynical  concerning  the 
prospects  of  the  mine,  but  the  main  truth 
of  Sheldon's  story  was  established,  and 
the  erstwhile  partner  left  with  mingled 
admiration  for  Sheldon's  courage  and 
compassion  for  his  fatuity. 
'  It  was  otherwise  with  Minden.  With- 
in twenty-four  hours  he  was  on  his  way 
North  to  investigate  the  mine,  taking  with 
him  an  expert  assayist.  Something  of  the 
the  old  zeal  of  the  coach-road  and  the 
switch-man's  red  light  filled  the  mind  of 
William  Minden,  Esq.,  Mayor,  school- 
trustee,  class-leader  and  revivalist,  as  he 
neared  his  destination.  He  arrived,  he 
explored,  he  found;  he  saw,  and  saw 
enough. 

Thirty-six  hours  later,  in  his  office  at 
Askatoon,  he  sat  closeted  with  his  un- 
paying  guest.  Neither  Sheldon,  Mrs. 
Finley,  nor  Cora  had  known  the  cause 
of  his  absence  during  the  preceding  four 
days. 

"What  are  you  going  to  do  about  that 
mine?"  he  said  to  Sheldon.  "And  what 
are  you  going  to  do  anyhow?" 

"I  am  waiting  for  two  hundred  pounds 
— a  thousand  dollars,"  was  Sheldon's  an- 
swer. "It's  coming  from  Montreal.  It 
was  sent  there  on  deposit  for  me  from 
my  father.  That  will  pay  my  bill  here, 
won't  it?" 

Minden  made  a  wide,  generous  gesture. 
"You  ain't  got  any  bill  here,  son,"  he 
said,  "'cept,  the  doctor's  bill.  He's  got 
to  be  paid,  of  course,  but  your  name  ain't 
on  my  books.  I  was  once  nursed  myself 
when  I  was  shot  by  a  constable.  I  was 
five  weeks  in  the  house  where  two  women 
and  a  man  tended  me,  an'  they  wouldn't 
take  anything  from  me;  but  they  never 


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knew  how  the  mortgage  was  lifted  from 
their  farm.  That  I  done  in  return  for 
goods  received.  They  never  made  any 
charge  on  me — none  at  all,  and  I  ain't 
makin'  any  charge  on  you,  I  guess," 

Sheldon  smiled.  It  was  an  ashen  and 
restrained  smile.  "I'll  remember  that, 
and  I'll  lift  a  mortgage  for  you  when  the 
Sink-or-Swim  is  making  five  thousand 
dollars  a  day,"  he  remarked. 

Minden  nodded.  "That's  what  I  want 
to  know.  What  about  your  mine?  Is  it 
movin'?" 

A  SHADOW  crossed  the  young  man's 
-'*■  face  but  he  looked  straight  into  Min- 
den's  eyes.  "I  haven't  the  least  idea 
how  I'm  going  to  get  the  cash  to  make 
that  mine  move,  but  I  believe  in  it,  as  I 
believe  I  have  got  two  hands  and  two 
eyes  and  a  mouth  that  never  lost  a  tooth, 
I  haven't  begun  to  stir  yet,  but  there  is 
going  to  be  stirring;  the  mine  must  move 
on,  I  want  twenty  thousand  dollars  to 
put  that  money-machine  in  motion  again 
and  give  me  a  chance  to  show  a  steady 
output  for  awhile.  Just  as  soon  as  I 
can  pay  for  more  stamps,  just  as  soon  as 
I  can  pay  wages,  I'm  going  to  pull  the 
beginning  of  a  fortune  out  of  her. 
There's  a  good  many  million  dollars  in 
this  country,  and  there's  a  lot  of  men  who 
have  got  money  and  want  to  make  more; 
well,  I  will  give  them  their  chance. 
But  mind  you,  Mr,  Minden,  I  am  going 
to  have  and  keep  three-quarters  of  the 
stock  of  the  Sink-or-Swim,  and  I  would 
rather  see  it  shut  up  for  ever  than  not 
own  fifty  per  cent,  of  its  stock.  If  it 
proved  a  success  —  and  it  will  —  and  1 
didn't  have  half  of  it,  I'd  go  grousing  all 
the  rest  of  my  life.  I'm  not  going  to 
grouse:  I'm  going  to  have  all  that's  in 
that  mine  up  to  seventy-five  per  cent,; 
I  haven't  the  least  idea  how  it  is  to  be 
done,  but  that's  my  policy," 

"I  got  idea  plenty  how  it  can  be  done," 
answered  Minden.  "How  would  you  like 
to  give  me  a  mortgage  on  the  mine,  and 
take  your  twenty  thousand  dollars  with 
you?" 

The  young  man  stared  hard  at  Minden, 
his  hands  resting  on  his  knees  seemed  to 
clinch  spasmodically.  He  doubted  what 
he  had  heard. 

"Don't    make    fun    of    a    man    that's 
down,"  he  said.     "It's  one  thing  I  can't 
joke  about — that  mine.     If  you  were  to  ' 
swear  on  the  Bible  what  you've  said  just 
now,  I'd  ask  you  to  swear  it  again." 

Minden  got  up,  opened  a  desk,  and 
took  out  a  little  black  Bible  having  that 
greasy  look  which  the  wax  of  time  gives. 
He  laid  it  on  the  table  between  them,  sat 
down  and  placed  his  hand  on  it, 

"Once  and  then  twice,  and  then  as 
many  times  as  you  like,  Mr,  Sheldon," 
he  said  in  a  quiet  voice, 

Sheldon  got  to  his  feet,  placed  his 
hands  on  the  table  and  leaned  over  to- 
wards Minden  with  a  devouring  look, 
"You  mean  it?  Why,  you've  never  seen 
the  place,    I  might  be  lying  to  you," 

"Yes,  you  might,  you  naturally  might, 
but  you  naturally  ain't,  because  you  ain't 
built  that  way,"  answered  Minden.  "I 
know  all  about  that  mine,  I've  been 
there,  I  took  the  best  assayist  in  the 
country  with  me.  I  know  what  I'm  do- 
ing. You  can  have  the  twenty  thousand 
dollars,  with  a  mortgage  on  the  whole 
mine;  but  I'd  ruther  buy  straight  out  a 
quarter  of  the  mine,  if  you'd  take  me  on 
as  a  quiet,  sleepin'  partner." 


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The  young  man  sank  down  in  his  chair 
and  dropped  his  head  into  his  hands. 
"This  takes  the  starch  out  of  me,"  he  said 
brokenly.  "I  apologize;  it's  everything 
to  me.  I  was  just  starting  life  again, 
and  I  was  dead  stopped.  I  couldn't  go 
to  my  father  and  ask  for  more;  he  has 
done  all  he  could.  So  I  was  going  out 
like  a  commercial  traveller  to  drum  up 
cash,  with  that  beautiful  mine  just  wait- 
ing to  pour  itself  out;  and  now  here 
you're  starting  me  fair  again!" 

He  frpt  to  his  feet  once  more.  "I'll 
make  it  go;  it  shall  be  a  winner,"  he  said. 

His  eyes  were  moist  and  his  hands 
trembling,  but  the  look  on  his  face  was 
the  look  of  ten  men  facing  a  hundred, 
but  sure  that  the  end  of  the  battle  was 
theirs. 

"Say,  son,  keep  cool,"  said  Minden 
cheerfully.  "It's  all  right.  I'll  give  you 
the  cheque  in  an  hour.  Steady  now,  steady 
on,  son." 

He  had  his  hands  on  the  young  man's 
shoulders,  and  then  all  at  once  he  released 
them.  He  had  used  a  very  friendly  word 
of  greeting — the  word  son;  and  now,  sud- 
denly, it  had  taken  a  new  and  tremend- 
ous significance.  He  flushed  and  turned 
away  to  his  desk. 

"Is  it  going  to  be  a  mortgage  or  a  sale?" 
he  asked  over  his  shoulder. 

"A  sale,  of  course,"  Sheldon  answered. 

CHAPTER  VII. 

BY    THE    WAYSIDE. 

T  N  THE  late  afternoon  of  the  day  when 
-*•  Minden  gave  him  twenty  thousand  dol- 
lars for  a  quarter  of  his  mine,  Sheldon 
took  the  air  for  the  first  time  since  his 
coming  to  the  Rest  Awhile.  Ever  since 
the  one-sided  bargain  was  made,  he  had 
been  in  a  dream.  Wonderful  visions  of 
the  future  flitted  through  his  brain.  For 
two  or  three  hours  it  had  worked  excited- 
ly, and  he  had  defined  his  plans  for  the 
immediate  future  with  a  sharp  decision 
natural  to  him.  There  was  much  of  the 
soldier  about  him — not  the  soldier  of  rou- 
tine, lather  the  soldier  of  tactics  and 
strategy.  The  twenty  thousand  dollars 
would  set  the  mine  working,  would  in- 
crease the  machinery,  would  provide  for 
further  prospecting  and  a  search  for  the 
drift  which,  dropped  at  one  point,  must  be 
picked  up  again  somewhere  else.  He  was 
impatiently  eager  to  get  the  Sink-or-Swim 
well  forward  again  before  the  winter  set 
in.  He  made  his  plans  with  the  idea  that 
he  would  leave  Askatoon  within  a  week. 

As  he  slowly  travelled  the  main  street 
to  the  bridge  crossing  the  river,  gratitude 
to  Minden  possessed  him.  No  compunc- 
tions existed  in  his  mind  as  to  the  source 
of  the  latter's  wealth.  If  the  conscience 
of  Minden,  who  was  a  class-leader,  per- 
mitted him  to  use  the  money  got  without 
labor  and  investment,  without  inheritance 
or  toil,  but  which,  perhaps,  other  people 
had  got  through  such  sources  and  had  de- 
livered up  to  Minden  under  pressure,  his 
own  conscience  would  not  trouble  itself. 
Besides,  this  tainted  money  was  to  be 
used  in  a  virtuous  enterprise  which,  if 
successful.  Would  make  his  fortune  se- 
cure, make  good,  as  the  prairie  people 
say,  the  promise  of  his  youth,  redeem  his 
past. 

As  he  neared  the  end  of  the  street, 
two  men  drove  past  him  in  a  buggy.  They 
were  Bill  and  Matt  MacMahon. 

As  they  passed  him  without  reining 
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The  Ideal  One-Man 

Top  Material 

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It  is  guaranteed  one  year   against    leakage,  but  built  to  last 

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RAYNTITE    has    been    on    the    market    and    in    active    service   on    thousands 
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Now  Made  in  Two  Varieties 

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over  the  side  of  the  buggy  and  with  a 
savage  sneer,  said:  "God,  but  you  had  a 
lot  of  luck!  Makin'  for  jail,  you  dropped 
into  the  bosom  of  the  family !  Keep  your 
mouth  shut,  damn  you!" 

"Yes,  I  had  a  lot  of  luck,"  Sheldon  said 
to  himself  as  they  drove  on.  "I  might 
have  been  doing  hard  labor,  with  nothing 
in  front  of  me,  at  all,  at  all;  and  here  1 
am  with  better  chances  than  I've  ever 
known," 

He  turned  and  looked  after  the  Mac- 
Mahons,  a  curtain  of  dust  rolling  up  be- 
hind them  on  their  swift  journey  into  the 
town.  "You  devils,"  he  exclaimed,  "some- 
thing worse  than  jail  will  bring  you  up 
with  a  sharp  turn!" 

WITH  a  shudder  and  a  swift  upward 
motion  of  the  hands,  as  though  free- 
ing, himself  from  an  ugly  thought,  he 
moved  slowly  across  the  bridge,  and  .was 
making  for  Nolan  Doyle's  ranch  Mayo, 
when  he  saw  another  buggy  approaching. 
Suddenly  a  faintness  came  over  him.  The 
sun  was  still  hot,  though  the  day  was  well 
past,  but  he  had  walked  too  fast  for  the 
first  outing  after  his  illness.  He  stepped 
to  one  side,  and  leaned  against  a  solitary 
tree,  which  threw  a  timorous  shade  over 
a  small  portion  of  the  gold-brown  prairie. 
He  did  not  heed  the  on-coming  buggy,  his 
eyes  were  bent  upon  the  ground  in 
thought,  for  the  meeting  with  the  Mac- 
Mahons  had  unnerved  him.  It  snatched 
him  out  of  his  dream,  back  into  the  dan- 
ger where  he  had  been,  and  he  realized, 
with  a  force  never  before  felt,  what  he 
had  escaped.  Certainly,  the  luck  had  been 
with  him.  Presently  he  was  conscious 
that  the  buggy  had  stopped  beside  him, 
and  before  he  saw  its  occupant  he  ab- 
stractedly watched  the  surf  of  dust  sett- 
ling at  the  wheels.  Then  he  heard  what 
brought  his  head  up  quickly,  and  sent 
into  his  eyes  a  delighted  look  of  recog- 
nition. 

"What  are  you  doing  here,  Mr.  Shel- 
don?" a  charming  voice  asked.  "Well,  I 
never!  You  ought  to  be  whipped.  Who 
let  you  out?  You  aren't  fit  to  walk  yet, 
but  I  suppose  you've  come  all  the  way 
from  home." 

He  nodded,  and  smiled  with  a  curious 
meaning.  "Yes,  I  have  walked  all  the 
way  from  home,"  he  answered. 

It  was  strange  that  she  should  speak 
of  the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel  as  home!  Yet 
it  was  home  in  the  sense  that  he  had 
never  known  home  for  very  many  years. 
It  was  home  because  she  was  there,  the 
daughter  of  a  woman  who  had  an  income 
of  five  hundred  dollars  a  year.  He  had 
been  born  in  a  castle,  he  had  been  friend- 
ly with  a  hundred  county  families  with 
their  marriageable  daughters,  yet  the 
naturalness,  the  self-reliance,  the  self- 
respect  and  the  sweet  musing  charm  of 
this  girl  had  been  to  him  like  a  cleansing 
shower,  through  which  the  sun  shone. 
Three  weeks  in  the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel, 
.  caravanserai  as  it  was,  had  made  him  feel 
that  it  was  more  home  to  him  than  any 
other  place  in  the  world.  The  companion- 
ship of  a  reformed  criminal  and  the 
finely  austere  friendship  of  an  elderly 
woman  who  had  never  seen  the  ocean  or 
a  great  city,  had  brought  a  new  under- 
standing of  life  to  him.  With  that  had 
come  something  else  which  this  girl  with 
the  faint  rose  in  her  cheeks  and  the  deep- 
ly mysterious,  yet  frank  look  in  her  blue 
eyes  represented.  The  other  two  had 
brought  him  friendship;  she  had  brought 
him  he  knew  not  what;  he  only  felt  that 


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where  she  was  he  wanted  to  be.  When 
she  was  present  he  was  hesitant  to  speak; 
and  when  she  was  pone  he  counted  the 
hours  and  minutes  till  she  returned.  When 
she  returned  he  counted  the  minutes  until 
she  must  leave  him  again ;  and  so  their 
relationship  stood. 

"Come,  get  in,"  she  said.  "I'll  drive 
you  back  home." 

Did  she,  too,  then,  regard  the  Rest 
Awhile  as  home?  What  was  it,  indeed,  but 
a  gipsy  tent  to  which  all  might  come  and 
pay  and  pass  on  their  way!  The  truth 
is  she  had  never  spoken  of  it  in  that  way 
before.  It  had  come  to  her  as  she  looked 
at  liim,  pale  and  overdone,  leaning  againft 
that  solitary  tree. 

"Get  in,"  she  repeated  with  a  pretty 
authoritative  flick  of  the  whip. 

LJ  E  SMILED  and  came  forward.  "I'm 
^^  not  one  of  your  pupils  that  you  can 
use  a  whip  on,"  he  said  in  mock  protest. 

"Yes  you  are  my  pupil,"  she  answered. 
"At  any  rate  you're  not  old  enough  to 
know  what  you  ought  to  do,  and  a  little 
whipping  might  do  you  a  great  deal  of 
good." 

"Did  you  get  a  great  deal  of  whipping 
sometime  or  other?"  he  asked. 

"I  never  needed  it.  I  never  was  whipped 
in  my  life.  My  mother  never  even  slap- 
ped me  once,"  she  indignantly  remarked. 

"Then  what  made  you  so  good?"  he 
questioned. 

She  laughed  gaily.  'I  was  born  good,  I 
expect,"  she  answered  mockingly. 

He  shook  his  head.  "Then  you  had  a 
better  chance  than  most  of  us.  Look  what 
it  cost  me  to  be  any  sort  of  good.  Look 
what  it  costs  Mr.  Minden  to  be  any  sort 
of  good." 

A  strange,  almost  rapt  look  came  into 
the  girl's  face.  "Yes,  it  is  wonderful 
about  him,"  she  said;  "oh,  but  wonder- 
ful !    Do  come." 

He  put  his  hand  on  the  rail  of  the 
buggy-seat  and  another  of  the  dashboard, 
and  was  about  to  mount,  when  he  stopped 
and  said,  "I  don't  want  to  drive  home,  I 
want  to  be  in  the  open  air  awhile  yet. 
Haven't  you  got  an  hour  you  can  spare 
before  supper?" 

"Yes,  of  course,"  she  answered  frankly. 
"I  have  .iust  been  over  to  Nolan  Doyle's 
ranch  seeing  that  new  baby  which  Mrs. 
Doyle  has  adopted.  I've  nothing  else  to 
do  except  to  see  that  you  don't  spoil  all 
the  nursing  you've  had  the  last  three 
weeks  by  walking  yourself  sick.  How 
would  you  like  to  go  down  the  river-bank 
to  the  old  Hudson  Bay  Fort,  about  two 
miles?  It's  shady  there,  and  I've  got  a 
fishing  rod  and  line  hid  in  the  Fort. 
There's  a  splendid  place  for  rock^bass  just 
below  the  Fort.  You'd  love  it.  And  if 
you  really  want  to  do  any  work  you  can 
dig  for  bait.  What's  more,  Mrs.  Doyle 
insisted  on  my  having  some  tea-cakes 
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You  ought  to  have  some  fun,  you  know, 
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He  interrupted  her.  "In  that  happy 
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"In  prison — I  don't  understand,"  she 
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Half  turning,  he  was  about  to  look  her 
straight  in  the  eyes,  but  he  did  not  do  so; 
and  he  was  wise. 

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with  only  a  sidelong  glance,  as  though  to 
see  how  she  took  it. 

She  did  take  it  with  a  sudden  little 
flush,  but  coquetry  was  native  to  her, 
though  she  had  used  it  so  little,  and  she 
answered:  "Yes,  you  were  a  captive.  The 
Young  Doctor  was  the  jailor;  and  we 
other  three  were  the  wardens,  whose  duty 
was  to  see  that  you  atoned  for  your 
crimes." 

CHE  HAD  turned  the  horse  into  the 
'^  trail  leading  to  the  Fort,  and  she  flick- 
ed it  gently  with  her  whip.  Unconscious- 
ly she  wished  to  reach  the  goal  quickly. 
So  far  she  had  only  talked  with  him  with- 
in four  walls,  and  she  was  not  used  to 
these  living  minutes  with  him  in  the  open 
air.  Somehow,  it  had  just  a  feeling  of 
impropriety.  This,  of  course,  was  ab- 
surd, but  behind  her  natural  openness, 
there  was  a  curious  reticence  and  sensi- 
tiveness, and  it  was  as  though  she  hasten- 
ed to  the  river  and  the  old  Fort,  so  that 
the  world's  eyes  could  not  be  upon  her  as 
she  sat  beside  him. 

Atoned  for  his  crimes!  A  strange  look 
passed  over  Sheldon's  face.  Yes,  he  had 
paid  something  of  the  price  of  atonement, 
l3ut  not  all.  She  did  not  know  about  the 
horse-stealing.  Minden  had  not  told  her. 
Suddenly  he  made  up  his  mind  that  he 
would  tell  her  the  whole  truth.  But  not 
yet;  he  would  wait  until  they  reached  the 
Fort.  He  also  was  seized  by  her  desire 
for  seclusion. 

"This  is  a  real  bit  of  luck,"  he  said.  "I 
was  hungry  and  you  bring  me  some  cakes; 
I  was  thirsty  and  you  bring  me  some 
drink;  I  was  dying  for  some  sport  and 
you've  got  a  fishing  rod.  I  wanted  to  see 
you" — his  voice  faltered^ — "and  here  you 
are.  This  is  my  lucky  day.  Yes,  it  is  my 
lucky  day,"  he  added.  "No  man  ever  had 
so  much  in  one  day  as  I've  had.  I  was 
let  out  of  prison  to-day,  and  some  one  met 
me  at  the  prison-gates  and  offered  to  give 
me  a  new  start  in  life,  and  then  you  came 
and  " 

He  paused  as  she  looked  at  him  in- 
quiringly. She  caught  the  undertone  of 
sentiment  in  his  voice,  but  she  grasped 
also  at  some  deeper  meaning.  She  did  not 
question  him,  or  speak;  she  waited.  She 
had  a  woman's  instinct  that  he  had  some- 
thing to  tell  her,  and  she  had  a  further  in- 
stinct that  what  he  had  to  tell  her  was  not 
what  a  number  of  men  had  tried  to  tell 
her  in  her  short  life.  Of  late  there  had 
grown  a  feeling  within  her  that  she  want- 
ed to  know  about  his  past  life  and  what 
he  was  going  to  do  in  future.  Perhaps 
her  wish  was  to  be  granted  now. 


Jonathan  and  I 

Continued  from,  page  37. 

were — fitting  a  little  new  home  for  a  big 
new  love. 

And  at  last  I  undid  a  mysterious  pack- 
age that  had  all  to  do  with  me  and  none 
of  Jonathan,  though  he  stood  at  my 
shoulder  and  watched. 

OUT  UPON  the  bed  I  laid  a  gown  that 
would  closely  fit  young  Letitia  —  a 
white  gown  of  my  own  youth,  filmy  and 
webbed  with  mists  of  finest  lace,  though 
yellowed  with  the  years,  and  by  it  went 
a  big  white  hat  with  red  poppies  bought 
from  the  village  milliner,  while  near  the 
two  stood  on  their  tall  French  heels  a  pair 


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of  bronze  slippers  that  had  helped  to 
dance  my  youth  away.  I  sighed  with 
joy  as  I  looked  around  and  Jonathan's 
eyes  were  misty. 

'Twas  a  fairy  bower,  and  over  it  hung 
the  glamor  of  romance.  In  its  cheery 
brightness  there  was  no  room  for  Leti- 
tia's  discontent,  for  Matthias's  blundering 
misunderstanding,  for  here  surely  would 
linger  the  joy  of  the  two  of  us,  who  had 
spent  our  day  in  making  it. 

And,  indeed,  we  had  spent  our  day.  As 
we  turned,  startled  at  the  thought,  we  saw 
that  the  shadows  were  already  deep  in 
the  little  road  and  twilight  close  upon  us. 
So  we  lighted  the  tall  wax  tapers  in  the 
candlesticks,  adjusted  the  crimson  shades, 
took  one  last  look  around  at  the  bright 
rug  and  picture,  the  dainty  curtains,  the 
fresh  table  in  its  springtime  tracery,  the 
little  chair  waiting  for  Letitia  and  the 
dainty  frou-frous  on  the  bed,  and  Jona- 
than reached  for  my  hand  to  depart,  but 
dropped  it  again  as  he  took  a  pad  from 
his  pocket  and  wrote  a  moment  in  the 
candlelight.  He  laid  the  slip  on  Mat- 
thias's plate,  and  this  is  what  it  said: 

"We  have  regained  a  part  of  the 
joy  lost  in  our  thirty  years  in  the 
little  house  to-day,  and  we  bequeath 
the  rest  to  you." 

'  I  ^  HEN  he  took  my  hand  again  and  we 


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went  out  into  the  sweet  spring  woods. 


turning  on  the  threshold  for  a  last  glimpse 
of  the  little  paradise  we  were  leaving.  We 
hastened  then,  not  down  the  little  road, 
but  into  the  woods  like  two  thieves,  for 
down  it  we  had  caught  a  flash  of  the 
two  young  things  coming  home  in  the 
twilight,  and  his  head  was  high  again 
and  she  clung  to  his  arm,  and  the  empty 
thermos  bottle  swung  happily  in  his  hand 
like  a  weapon.  Our  day  was  done.  But 
at  my  gate  when  we  stopped  in  the  dusk  I 
lifted  my  old  face  like  a  maiden  for  Jona- 
than's staid  caress — and  got  the  kiss  of 
youth,  joyous  and  live  as  spring,  a  kiss 
from  thirty  years  ago. 


The  Rabbit 

Revolution 

Continued  from  page  19. 

er  say,  'I  have  led  you  here  to  redress  your 
ways !  You  starve  beneath  the  heel  of 
the  autocrat!  But  I  will  see  you  fed!  In 
twenty  minutes,  I  pledge  you  my  word,  the 
private  stores  of  the  despot  will  delight 
your  palates,  and  the  President's  kitchen 
will  cater  to  your  tastes!  Viva  Liber- 
tad!' 

"Hoke  stepped  back  to  the  President. 
'You  better  make  your  getaway  right 
now,'  he  says.  'The  rabbit  must  run  to 
its  little  hole.' 

The  President  gulped. 

"  'Too  late,'  says  von  Smerk.  'Here  they 
are  now!' 

"All  the  guests  had  slipped  away  ex- 
cept General  Castillo,  the  baron,  and 
Hoke.  Probably  the  General  hadn't  much 
faith  in  his  regiment;  perhaps  he  liked 
the  champagne.  As  for  the  baron — well, 
he  had  nowhere  else  to  go. 

"As  Hoke  turned  to  the  President  again, 
the  door  swung  open,  and  in  strode  the 
revolutionary  officers.  And  the  General- 
issimo ! 

"They  were  a  beautiful  and  inspiring 
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"Two  coffee-colored  drummers  in  the 
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all  ready  to  make  speeches. 

"  'Welcome,  Senores'  smiles  the  Presi- 
dent; 'you  are  just  in  time  for  the  feast. 
You  see  we  are  unarmed.    So  enter.' 

"  'Haah,'  rumbled  the  Generalissimo, 
and  drew  his  hip-razor  another  inch. 

"The  President  got  wise  to  what  he 
meant.  He  directed  General  Castillo  and 
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General  didn't  want  to,  but  the  President 
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"  'Now,  Senores,'  says  the  President,  'I 
beg  of  you  to  enter.' 

"The  Generalissimo  advanced,  frown- 
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clanked  and  the  drums  marked  time.  He 
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$500  worth  of  turkey  feathers  in  a  full 
arm  sweep. 

"  'Tu-rump!  Tu-rump! — Blumb!'  went 
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"General  Castillo  opened  a  bottle  of 
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"The  Generalissimo  looked  at  the  Pre- 
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bles cabbage!' 

"That's  where  the  Generalissimo  play- 
ed into  a  bunker. 

"  'One  moment,'  says  the  President, 
holding  up  his  hand.  'I  have  here  a  little 
dish  of  surpassing  deliciousness.  I  beg, 
Generals  and  Senores,  you  will  partake. 
And  afterwards  we  will  discuss  business. 
Yes?' 

"The  Generalissimo  was  going  to  re- 
fuse, when  his  eye  fell  on  the  sweet  cham- 
pagne, and  he  paused. 

"  'For  a  small  space  I  will  accept  hos- 
pitality,' says  he.  'But  remember,  if 
treachery  is  intended,  like  a  bomb-shell 
I  will  burst  through  your  perfidy  and 
make  utter  destruction !' 

WHEN  he  sat  down.  The  rest  of  his 
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u  us.    Out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  Hoke 

.ciw  him  pick  one  of  the  bottles.    It  was 

labelled  'Strychnine.' 

"  'No,  no,'  sighs  the  President,  'I  will 

I  never  stoop  to  that.     It  would  give  the 

^rabbit  a  bad  name.'    And  he  put  it  in  the 

i:ase  again. 

'In  a  second  his  eye  caught  another 
jottle  marked  'Morphine.'  He  drew  is 
)ut  and  went  back.  The  Generalissimo, 
ivho  was  putting  away  his  third  glass  of 
ihampagne,  didn't  notice  much.  'The  Pre- 
sident smiling  winningly,  turned  his  back 
m  the  company,  and  emptied  the  mor- 
jhine  bottle  into  the  cheese.  After  shak- 
ng  in  salt  and  pepper,  he  added  a  tea- 
ipoonful  of  oleo-margarine ;  then  he  ord- 
red  up  hot  toast  from  the  kitchen,  also  a 
iozen  heated  plates. 

'Hoke  put  the  baron  wise,  and  he  only 
et  the  exact  number  come  in. 

"  'At  last,'  says  the  President,  squinting 
it  the  flame.  'My  friends,  have  patience ! 
n  two  or  three  minutes  the  dish  will  be 
ooked  to  a  niceness.' 

"The  Generalissimo  didn't  like  to  keep 
;he  army  waiting,  but  he  felt  too  sure  of 
limself  to  make  a  kick. 

<  A    FTER  the  President  had  arranged 

■'*■  the  twelve  pieces  of  toast  on  the 
welve  plates,  he  garnished  them  with 
labbage  and  onion,  real  fancy. 

"Hoke  and  the  baron  passed  it  out.  But 
;he  Generalissimo  didn't  seem  a  bit 
)leased. 

"  'Eat  and  enjoy,'  says  the  President. 

"  'It  has  a  queer  smell,'  says  a  Colonel, 
but  the  taste  is  sweet.' 

'  'Hasten,  my  dear  General,'  smooths 
he  President.  "When  you  are  satisfied 
we  will  do  business.' 

"  'Well,  there  are  many  things  I  wish 
.0  say,'  says  the  Generalissimo.  So  he 
?ets  busy.  So  did  the  rest  of  the  bunch, 
rhey  finished  it  up  like  little  men. 

"  'Now  that  it  is  over,'  chirps  the  Pre- 
iident.     'You  were  saying ' 

"But  the  Generalissim,o  didn't  care 
yhat  he  was  saying.  He  stood  up  and 
vaved  his  hand.    Then  he  sat  down  again. 

"  'I  have  a  feeling,'  he  moans,  'that  I — 
•Jiat  I — Ah!'    He  tried  to  find  his  sword. 

'  'Treachery,'  he  began  to  mumble,  with 
lis  head  resting  on  an  epaulet.  'We  are 
)ytrayed!'  he  whispered  indifferently. 
Then  he  sank  dreamily  back  on  the  purple 
Dlush  sofa.  The  other  eleven  feasters 
ladn't  a  word  to  say.  They  were  busy 
;hemselve9,  getting  tickets  for  Dream- 
and. 

"Just  then  came  a  racket  from  outside, 
was  the  army  getting  impatient. 
■  'Food,  food!'  they  were  yelling.    'Give 
IS  food !    We  starve  at  your  door,  tyrant ! ' 

"  'Ah,  my  soldiers  desire  food,'  says  the 
President.  'They  are  hungry.  So!  I 
Vill  address  them.' 

"The  Generalissimo  made  a  last  effort. 
Ruffian,'  he  whispers,  'I  will  call  to  my 

|-^oops.    I  will ' 

I     "Baron  von  Smerk  drew  his  revolver, 
but  it  wasn't  needed. 

I'*  A  S  THE  President  stepped  out  on 
^  •^*-  the  balcony  there  was  an  awful 
)utbreak  from  the  crowd.  Hoke  says  for 
I  i  few  minutes  the  purple  night  was 
i  emon-colored  with  howls,  shrieks,  and 
i  he  Central  American  college  yells. 

'"We   demand   food!'   the   army   yells. 
We  famish  beneath  you,  despot!     Down 
frith  the  oppressors  of  the  poor!' 
'    "So  it  was  up  to  the  President. 

"  'Soldiers.'  he  says,  in   a  quiet  voice. 


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'listen !  Such  a  behavior  is  most  unseem- 
ly. While  the  officers  who  have  led  you 
here  are  within,  eating  their  fill  and 
drinking  the  wine  of  Bordeaux,  you 
should  not  interrupt  them!' 

"At  that  there  was  another  fearful  out- 
burst. Hoke  says  he  thought  some  of 
the  little  soldiers  would  do  themselves  an 
injury.  They  threw  fits.  They  frothed  at 
the  mouth.  They  said  things  that  made 
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At  last  the  President  got  a  word  in. 

"'My  men,'  he  cries,  'hear!  I  speak! 
You  have  been  foully  cheated !  The  crea- 
tures who  have  stolen  your  confidence  are 
self-seeking  adventurers!  They  think  only 
of  filling  their  own  stomachs.  They  come 
here  intending  to  oust  me  from  my  sacred 
trust,  using  you  noble  patriots  as  their 
tools!  They  say  ■■•ou  will  be  fed.  But  do 
they  keep  their  promises?  No!  They 
do  not!  But  I,  Ramon  St.  Valentino 
Media,  have  a  heart  that  beats  for  my 
gallant  troops!  I,  even  I,  will  feed  you! 
Hear,  I  will  give  the  orders.  Colonel  von 
Smerk,'  he  calls  over  his  shoulder,  'have 
my  private  stores  thrown  open  to  these 
brave  lads,  and  command  the  Palace  kitch- 
eners to  prepare  the  necessary  supplies! 
Now,  my  friends,'  he  says,  turning  to  the 
plaza  again,  'in  four  ininutes  you  will  be 
filled  to  a  fullness.  Also,'  he  spouts  as  a 
finishing  touch,  'all  your  back  pay  shall  be 
sent  to  you  to-morrow!' 

"Say,  that  fixed  it.  When  the  boss  spell- 
binder came  to  an  end,  the  soldiers  gave 
one  gasp.  Then  they  caught  their  breath 
and  yelled : 

"'Via  libertad!  Via  el  army!  LONG 
LIVE   PRESIDENT  MEDIA!' 

"And  the  rabbit  revolution  was  over. 

«"  A  ND  HOW,'  asked  the  President  of 
-^~*-  Hoke,  when  it  was  all  over,  'would 
you  have  handled  a  situation  such  as  this 
up  in  Canada?' 

"Hoke  thought  it  over  for  a  moment. 

"  'When  our  politicians  get  up  against 
it,'  he  said,  'they  generally  hand  the 
people  out  a  line  of  soft  stuff — though  not 
rabbits — just  talk  and  promises.  On  the 
whole,'  he  summed  up,  'I  guess  there  isn't 
much  difference  in  our  methods  after 
all.'  " 


Face  Up 

Continued  from  page  22. 

long;  for  the  boy  was  riding  faster  than 
he  had  ever  ridtien  before  in  all  his  life. 

THERE  was  wild  excitement  in  San- 
derson and  untold  mystery.  The  pri- 
soner had  escaped  in  the  most  unaccount- 
able manner.  The  Sheriff  hastily  got  to- 
gether a  new  posse  of  deputies  and  they 
rode  away  to  hunt  the  trail  of  the  fugi- 
tive, leaving  behind  them  excited  groups 
in  the  dusty  street. 

Jim  Fargey  sat  in  front  of  the  saloon, 
quietly  smoking.  He  was  a  gambler;  he 
was  a  wanderer.  He  dealt  faro  in  the 
"Blue  Light"  by  night  and,  when  he  was 
not  sleeping,  smoked  quietly  by  day.  And 
whenever  the  splits  came  and  the  boom 
burst,  as  he  had  seen  all  the  other  booms 
burst,  he  would  drift  off  with  the  tide 
and  somewhere  else  by  day  smoke  quietly 
and  by  night  deal  faro. 


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67 


Wiles  of  Confidence 
Men 

A  Judge  of  the  Highest  Criminal  Court 

Discloses  Some  Common  Practices 

of  Dunco-Steerers  of  New  York. 


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NOUODY  knows  how  much  money  has  been 
secured  by  crooks  in  New  York  through 
confidence  games,  and  any  estimate  must  be 
a  mere  guess.  But  according  to  the  estimate 
of  a  District  Attorney,  writing  in  Mtmsey's 
Magazine,  during  the  past  ten  years  the 
amounts  fleeced  from  victims  could  be  set 
down  in  millions.  A  few  of  the  schemes  as 
described  by  the  writer  are  quoted  herewith: 

The  care  and  skill  with  which  plans  are 
laid  to  swindle  a  promising  victim  are  little 
less  than  astonishing.  A  fine  residence  is 
selected  in  a  fashionable  section  of  the  city, 
and  is  rented  at  a  high  figure.  Furniture, 
hangings,  rugs,  paintings  are  installed  which 
are  worth  many  thousands  of  dollars.  Costly 
cigars  and  still  more  costly  wines  are  laid  in 
stock.     Trained  servants  are  installed. 

Next,  certain  members  of  the  gambling  ring 
are  selected  to  impersonate  well-known  mil- 
lionaires. Photographs  of  these  prominent 
men  are  studied;  whenever  possible,  they 
themselves  are  studied  in  every  detail  of  fea- 
ture, height,  breadth,  build,  carriage,  dress. 
The  way  they  brush  their  hair,  the  kind  of 
glasses  they  wear — not  a  detail  is  too  insig- 
nificant to  escape  attention.  All  this  must  be 
staged  before  the  intended  dupe  is  introduced 
to  the  "club." 

Great  care  is  exercised  in  selecting  and 
hiring  the  entire  personnel  which  is  to  take 
part  in  the  "killing,"  when  the  victim  arrives 
with  his  money.  Every  one  who  participates 
in  the  swindle  must  be  paid  for  his  services. 
For  example,  in  a  recent  case,  a  man  who 
represented  Andrew  Carnegie  received 
twenty-five  dollars  a  night. 

Now,  the  very  idea  that  a  man  of  Mr.  Car- 
negie's character  and  experience  would  fre- 
quent a  gambling-club  is  absurd  on  the  face 
of  it;  yet  it  did  not  seem  so  to  a  visitor  from 
the  Middle  West  who  had  hurried  to  New  York 
to  win  a  fortune  from  Mr.  Carnegie  and  his 
millionaire  friends.  There  is  a  semi-humorous 
side  to  the  question  how  many  carefully 
selected  gamblers  there  may  be  on  any  single 
night  each  impersonating  Mr.  Carnegie,  Mr. 
Vanderbilt,  or  Mr.  Schwab  in  as  many  differ- 
ent gambling  establishments,  and  raking  in 
money  by  wholesale  from  as  many  different 
victims. 

Quite  recently  the  district  attorney's  office 
secured  the  arrest  and  conviction  of  several 
men,  leaders  of  a  ring  of  swindlers,  among 
the  more  prominent  being  Fred  and  Charles 
Gondorf  and  Frank  M.  Thompson,  alias  Wil- 
liam I.  Cherry.  In  telling  how  they  and  other 
confidence  men  work,  I  will  substitute  other 
names  for  the  real  names  of  their  victims,  who 
have  suffered  sufficiently  through  the  loss  of 
their  property,  and  need  not  be  held  up  to 
public  ridicule  in  a  magazine  that  goes  all 
over  the  worl<i 

Cherry  and  his  accomplices  are  in  prison 
largely  because  a  pawnbroker  of  a  large  West- 
ern city,  whom  we  will  call  Smith,  decided  to 
lay  the  whole  case  before  the  proper  authori- 
ties in  New  York,  instead  of  hiding  his 
losses,  which  amounted  to  sixty  thousand  dol- 
lars. Smith  had  fought  his  way  up  from 
poverty  to  substantial  wealth  through  a  life- 
time of  work  in  his  shop;  and  if  any  occupa- 
tion puts  a  man  constantly  on  guard,  it  must 
?urely  be  that  of  a  pawnbroker. 

One  day  a  casual  acquaintance  dropped 
into  Smith's  pawn-shop  and,  after  some  trivial 
talk,  made  an  important  revelation.  He  had 
a  friend  in  New  York,  he  said — a  rich  friend, 
who  was  in  with  the  head  dealer  of  Canfield's 
cambling-placef.  This  dealer  had  a  grudge 
.  '.rainst  his  employers,  and  was  looking  for  a 
I  hance  to  trim  them.  His  plan  was  to  get  a 
lew  friends  of  his  into  a  game  with  big  stakes, 
and  then  throw  the  game  to  them  through 
signals  arranged   in  advance. 

Perfectly  simple,  wasn't  it?    Several  times 
the  plan  was  discussed,  and  some  days  later 
Continued  on  page  78. 


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INTEREST  in  the  business  outlook 
centers  on  the  international  situation 
created  by  President  Wilson's  action. 
At  time  of  writing  it  seems  certain  that 
the  United  States  will  be  drawn  into  the 
war.  All  that  is  required  is  one  hostile 
act  and  the  torch  will  have  been  touched 
to  the  dynamite  keg. 

Speculation  is  rife  as  to  how  this  will 
affect  business  conditions,  but  it  is  signi- 
ficant that  an  optimistic  tone  prevails 
everywhere.  It  is  even  more  significant 
that  Wall  Street  rallied  under  the  stimu- 
lus of  the  President's  sudden  announce- 
ment of  a  diplomatic  break.  There  was 
no  wild  scamper  to  cover.  Finance  appar- 
ently is   not  unduly   apprehensive. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  if  Uncle  Sam 
peels  off  his  coat  and  starts  to  take  a  hand 
it  will  mean  a  greater  degree  of  activity 
than  before  in  the  steel  and  munitions 
industries.  War  orders  laid  the  founda- 
tion for  the  joy  ride  of  prosperity  that 
the  land  of  the  stars  and  stripes  has  en- 
joyed for  the  past  two  years.  Increased 
war  stock  activity  will  maintain  it. 

Practically  the  only  cause  for  appre- 
hension on  the  part  of  Canadian  business 
men  has  been  the  matter  of  supplies.  It 
is  certain  that  the  situation  in  regard  to 
raw  materials  will  be  intensified  when  the 
United  States  declares  war.  We  depend 
wholly  now  on  the  American  market  for 
many  lines  and  war  may  mean  a  sweeping 
curtailment  of  export.  However,  even  on 
this  score  business  men  are  not  really 
worrying.  A  certain  degree  of  uneasiness 
is  the  only  manifestation. 

"T^  HE  STORY  of  our  present  abounding 
*•  prosperity  is  best  told  in  the  latest 
trade  figures.  The  last  Government  re- 
port shows  that  Canada's  export  trade 
for  1916  reached  a  figure  considerably 
over  the  billion  mark. 

Total  Canadian  trade  for  12  months 
ending  December,  exclusive  of  coin  and 
bullion  amounts  to  $1,879,171,893.  This 
.shows  an  increase  of  $775,135,707  over 
the  total  for  1915,  and  of,  $969,537,072 
over  the  total  for  1914. 

Total  trade  for  the  month  of  December, 
1916,  amounted  to  $200,548,572,  an  in- 
crease of  $61,263,248  over  the  correspond- 
ing month  of  1915. 

Total  exports  of  Canadian  produce  for 
the  year  1916  amounted  to  $1,091,706,403, 
an  increase  of  $477,576,558  over  the  total 
exports  for  the  year  1915,  and  an  increase 
of  $712,410,549  over  exports  for  the  year 
1914. 

In  addition  to  the  foregoing  there  were 
exports  of  foreign  produce  amounting  to 
$20,738,599,  and  of  coin  and  bullion 
amounting  to  $196,468,416. 

ANKING  figures  are  comforting  also. 

We  Canadians  are  not  so  extravagant 

after  all.  We  are  not  spending  all  our  war- 


begot  substance  in  riotous  living.  Con- 
sider: Despite  the  holiday  season  and  its 
heavy  trade,  which  might  have  been  ex- 
pected to  reflect  upon  the  savings  of  the 
people,  the  December  bank  statement 
shows  that  savings  deposits  increased  by 
$8,400,000,  as  compared  with  November, 
and  were  $124,000,000  higher  than  for 
December  of  1915.  Demand  deposits 
phowed  a  decline  of  $1,000,000,  but  were 
$34,500,000  higher  than  the  previous  year. 
Circulation  increased  by  over  $26,500,000. 
Declines  in  the  Canadian  call  of  $6,800,- 
000  and  in  foreign  call  of  $9,300,000,  as 
compared  with  November,  gave  evidence 
of  the  effect  of  the  curbing  of  stock  mar- 
ket activity.  Current  loans  were  larger 
by  $6,500,000  for  the  month  and  $44,- 
800,000  for  the  year.  Important  changes 
are  shown  as  follows: 

DECEMBER  BANK  ST.\TEMBNT. 
Assets. 

Change  Change 

Dec,  1916.  Month.  Year. 

Specie  ...$  71,172,169— $11.391,6,99-^?  3,176,55» 
Notes  . . .  124,750,241-1-  5,907,348 —  20,780,517 
Oold  ....  42,700,000-1-  400,000-1-  26,340,000 
Call  ab'd.  173,878,134—  9,372,255-f  36,720,265 
Can.  Call.  82,569.983—  6.825,387—  1.658,172 
Current  .  820,378,557-1-  6,586,6104-  44,860.610 
T.'ns  Ab'd       76,396,720-1-        309,350-)-     17,916,981 


Total   . . .  ..1:1.948,044,258—$  9,467,244-l-$210,052,014 

Liabilities. 

I'lroul'n  .  14,8,785,2,87 -f  587.316-1-  26,585,705 
Demand  .  -iriS,207,417—  1.069,037-1-  34,518,033 
Savings  .  ,845,006,717-t-  8,41:1.44,8-1-  124,016,450 
I'orelgn    .      162,,S60.612 -f        653,3654-     28,210,429 


Total    ....  .$1,706,948,508—$  9,266,412— $207,664,818 

It  is  still  possible  on  all  grounds  to 
regard  the  business  situation  with  the  ut- 
most confidence. 


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On  Investing  $100 

PROBABLY  the  question  that  crops  up 
most  frequently  in  regard  to  invest- 
ments is:  "How  can  a  small  sum,  aay  of 
$100,  be  safely  invested?" 

Every  man  or  woman  with  money  in- 
vested has  at  some  time  or  other  asked 
this  question ;  for,  of  course,  savings  start 
at  nothing  and  there  comes  a  time  in  the 
career  of  every  investor  when  he  or  she 
has  the  sum  of  $100  on  hand  and  wonders 
what  to  do  with  it.  Some  solve  the  pro- 
blem by  leaving  the  money  in  the  bank, 
to  draw  interest  at  3%  until  such  time  as 
it  has  attained  larger  proportions.  Others 
insist  on  their  money  working  more  ac- 
tively for  them  and  shove  it  out  from  the 
shelter  of  the  bank  into  the  world  of  in- 
vestment. 

There  is  only  one  answer  for  the  am- 
bitious person  with  $100  to  invest;  Buy  a 
bond.  Now  most  people  are  prone  to 
think  that  bonds  cannot  be  bought  in  such 
small  denominations,  but  the  fact  ot  ui2 
matter  is  that  there  are  always  odd  lots 
on  thfe  market,  including  bonds  bearing  a 
face  value  of  $100,  but  available  at  prices 
varying  from  $80  to  $110.  The  yield  to 
the  investor  will  average  around  5%  and 
the  security  is  so  perfectly  sound  that  the 
cautious  and  slow  saver  has  really  no 
excuse  for  leaving  such  balances  in  the 
bank  on  that  score. 

Probably  the  reason  why  more  $100 
bonds  are  not  bought  is  the  timidity  and 
lack  of  knowledge  of  the  possessors  of 
small  savings.  Not  having  had  any  ex- 
perience in  investing  they  hesitate  to  take 
the  plunge,  regard  all  investments  with 
suspicion  and  look  askance  at  bonds,  for 
instance,  which  sell  below  par.  They  can- 
not help  thinking  that  a  bond  carrying 
par  value  of  $100  would  not  be  offered  for, 
say,  $91  unless  there  is  something  radi- 
cally wrong  with  the  security.  As  a 
matter  of  fact,  bonds  selling  below  par 
are  generally  stronger  than  those  selling 
above,  the  selling  price  bearing  a  direct 
relation  to  the  rate  of  interest.  A  bond 
offering  a  comparatively  low  rate  of  in- 
terest is  sounder  than  bonds  that  offer 
more  but  will  sell  at  a  lower  figure  on 
account  of  the  less  attractive  yield.  Bonds 
sell  above  par  because  of  larger  yield; 
and  the  risk  is  so  infinitesimal  that  in- 


— Ireland  in  Columbia  Dispatch 
Passing  Up  the  Fancy  Stuff. 


Thrift — and  its  full  re^^ard 

Why  save  and  then  risk  all  in  a  questionable  investment?  Or  why 
leave  your  savings  uninvested,  earning  insufficient  income,  for  want  of 
knowledge  of   safe  investment? 

Thrift  obtains  its  full  reward  by  investment  of  savings  in  Canadian 
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CSince  this  Company's  inception  earnings, 
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CEarnings  for  last  year  were  four  times  and 
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CAt  the  current  market  price  the  bonds  can 
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a  circular  stating  why  we  consider  that  these 
bonds  will  be  subject  to  considerable  appre- 
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vestors  will  pay  more  to  get  a  bond  giving 
a  more  substantial  return. 

Domestic  bonds  may  be  had  in  denomin- 
ations of  $100  and  in  this  connection  men- 
tion should  be  made  of  the  impending 
Government  loans  arranged  for  small  in- 
vestors, in  units  of  $25.  Here  is  a  capital 
opportunity  for  the  man  of  small  means 
to  serve  the  country  and  at  the  same  time 
become  initiated  into  the  practice  of  bond 
buying. 


A  Strong  Case  for 
Insurance 

/^NE  OP  the  strongest  arguments  for 
^-'  insurance  is  contained  in  the  follow- 
ing extract  from  an  article  which  ap- 
peared some  years  ago  in  MacLean's 
Magazine.  It  is  so  trenchantly  put  and 
drives  the  point  home  with  such  force  that 
the  editor  of  this  department  feels  that  it 
should  be  reprinted.  • 

Tbe  habit  of  thrift  In  Canada  has  beei> 
heavily  handicapped  by  periods  of  boom  and 
by  a  certain  juvenile  confldeuce  In  to-mor- 
row's lucli.  As  a  good  many  old-fashioned 
investors  linow  quite  well,  the  man  who 
places  his  money  In  municipal  and  govern- 
ment bonds  at  5%  per  cent,  per  annum  will, 
nine  times  in  ten,  wax  considerably  richer 
than  even  the  luckiest  stock  speculator,  gaug- 
ing their  respective  performances  by  a  period 
of  twenty  or  thirty  years.  But  the  wage- 
earner  seldom  buys  bonds  and  less  seldom 
follows  the  ticker.  His  thrift  may,  and  does 
at  times,  heap  up  millions  in  the  savings 
banks,  but  in  an  appalling  number  of  cases, 
the  ultimate  Investment  is  disastrous  and 
tbe  precious  proceeds  are  swept  beyond  his 
reach.  Thrift  unallled  to  sagacity  Is  of  no 
practical  good.  How  very  few  of  the  thrifty 
know  how  to  place  their  capital  is  one  of  the 
pitiful  and  always  amazing  chapters  of  Cana- 
dian experience.  On  the  authority  of  one 
of  the  greatest  American  Insurance  companies, 
it  Is  stated  that  three-fifths  of  the  insurance 
money  paid  to  women  Is  frittered  away  In 
foolish  or  rascally  ventures.  In  five  years, 
scheming  rogues  have  taken  three  hundred 
and  fifty-one  million  dollars  from  the  Ameri- 
can public,  by  misuse  of  the  malls  alone. 
These  are  United  States  facts,  but  who  -will 
doubt  that  they  are  proportionately  true  of 
Ibis  side  of  the  border  as  well? 

Here  is  another  of  those  unhappy  but 
stimulating  truths  which  play  upon  the  point 
we  have  In  mind.  Not  one  man  In  a  thousand 
will  say  frankly  that  he  anticipates  an  old 
age  of  humiliation  and  penury.  Yet,  95  per 
cent,  of  men  at  60  have  not  a  surplus  dollar 
to  their  name  beyond  their  dally  earnings. 
That  fact  must  be  bracketed  with  another: 
SO  per  cent,  of  men  at  45  are  receiving  In- 
comes in  excess  of  their  expenditures;  In 
other  words,  they  are  saving  something  each 
year.  Reading  the  two  facts  together,  you 
will  realize  that  the  fifteen  years  between  45 
and  60  are  dotted  with  financial  casualties  on 
a  wholesale  scale.  Little  fortunes  at  that 
period  of  life  seem  to  tumble  over  like  nine- 
pins. Why?  The  reasons  are  legion,  but 
biiman  fallibility  Is  the  simple  and  sutTlcient 
cause  back  of  It  all.  A  buys  land.  B  signs 
his  neighbor's  note.  C  goes  In  for  specula- 
tion. It  Is  all  very  "dead  sure";  "the  skies 
are  blue  .and  canary  birds  are  warbling  in 
the  branches."  Along  comes  a  War  or  a  Bart 
Year  or  My-Own-Fault — whichever  goat  you 
want  to  hitch  to.  There  is  no  use  poking 
about  for  the  Why,  because  the  family  purse 
is  .lust   as   empty   after   you   have   found    it. 

There  I9  precisely  half  a  chance  In  every 
ten  that  sixty  years  of  age  will  not  find  you 
and  me — Irrespective  of  present  possessions— 
np  against  It  for  an  extra  five-dollar  bill. 
Halt  a  chance  In  ten  Is  pretty  gloomy  odds 
which  even  an  Intelligent  gambler  would  off- 
set  by   a   stake  In   some  other   direction. 


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As  the  Twig  is  Bent 

Continued  from  page  25. 

Quebec-Moncton  extension  would  parallel 
the  Intercolonial — he  wanted  the  I.C.R. 
double-tracked  instead,  but  the  real  sore 
spot  was  that  they  were  crowding  him 
out  of  hi8  job.  In  the  end  he  resigned. 
Death  and  Lieutenant-Governorships  had 
already  removed  a  few  of  the  all-star 
Laurier  cast,  but  Blair  was  the  first  to 
resign. 

r^  LIFFORD  SIFTON,  another  of  the  all 
'^star  players,  resigned  two  years  later, 
also  on  a  question  of  policy.  The  Autono- 
my Bills,  as  they  called  them,  were  Sir 
Clifford's  finish.  In  1905,  Alberta  and 
Saskatchewan,  which  had  grown  too  large 
were  given  home  rule.  They  entered  the 
galaxy  of  provinces.  Up  to  that  time,  like 
the  little  girl  in  the  poem,  we  were  seven 
— but  for  the  last  twelve  years,  we  have 
been  nine.  Nine  daughters  in  Canada's 
house  and  plenty  of  room  for  more — rgo- 
ing  some.  Drafting  a  constitution  for 
Alberta  and  Saskatchewan  was  not  very 
hard  with  so  many  good  models  around. 
As  a  matter  of  fact.  Alberta  and  Sas- 
katchewan were  both  started  out  with 
sound  constitutions,  and  if  they  have  done 
anything  to  undermine  them  since  with 
new  fangled  patent  medicines,  like  initia- 
tive and  referendum,  recall,  woman  suf- 
frage, and  3uch,  it  is  their  own  fault. 

The  one  weak  spot  was  the  educational 
clauses  and  it  was  this  spot  that  Sir  Clif- 
ford Sifton  chose  to  land  on.  The  story 
was  at  the  time  that  he  wanted  to  get 
out  anyway,  and  that  the  educational 
clauses  were  a  good  excuse.  The  educa- 
tional clauses  were  pulled  about  quite  a 
bit.  The  twig  was  bent  this  way  and  that. 
They  do  say  that  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  con- 
sulted Monsignor  Sbaretti,  the  Papal 
Delegate,  oftener  than  was  his  wont.  At 
all  events,  they  were  very  good  friends. 
Henri  Bourassa  was  credited  with  having 
his  finger  in  the  pie.  While  the  affair  was 
at  its  tensest,  Mr.  Sifton  went  south  to 
rest  and  recuperate  for  a  couple  of  weeks. 
In  his  absence  the  educational  clauses 
took  the  shape  which  they  assumed  when 
the  bill  was  presented  to  the  House  of 
Commons.  Sir  Charles  Fitzpatrick,  the 
Solicitor-General,  was  said  to  have  had 
the  chief  hand  in  the  drafting.  When  Mr. 
Sifton  came  back  the  mischief  had  been 
done.  He  took  one  look  at  their  horrid 
work  and  resigned  on  the  spot. 

As  a  matter  of  fact  he  resigned  too 
soon.  When  the  House  got  at  the  clauses 
it  trimmed  them  down  pretty  fine.  The 
original  clauses  gave  the  separate  schools 
all  the  privileges  they  enjoyed  under  the 
old  Northwest  Territories  Act  when  sep- 
arate schools  were  the  schools  of  the  ma- 
jority, the  population  in  those  days  con- 
sisting mostly  of  Metis  and  the  Metis 
being  Roman  Catholics.  But  the  clauses 
as  finally  passed  gave  the  separate  schools 
of  Alberta  and  Saskatchewan  about  as 
much  as  Ontario  gives  them  which  is  as 
little  as  possible  consistent  with  justice 
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those  who  wanted  to  pare  down  the 
clauses.  I  remember  that  I  became  en- 
gaged in  a  bye-election  at  that  time  and 
the  chief  thing  we  had  to  keep  an  eye  on 
was  the  "Globe's"  conscience,  which  was 
much  stirred  by  these  alleged  aggressions 
of  Rome.  Incidentally  the  Autonomy  Bills 
gave  two  well-known  statesmen  their  first 
chance.  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  tested  them 
out  on  these  bills  and  got  their  quality. 
Both  of  them  gave  trial  sermons,  as  it 
were,  with  the  result  that  Walter  Scott 
became  the  first  Premier  of  the  new  Pro- 
vince of  Saskatchewan,  and  Frank  Oliver 
became  Minister  of  the  Interior,  via  Mr. 
Sifton  resigned  for  political  heterodoxy. 

'TT  HE  naval  policy  is  another  policy 
which  I  have  seen  wax  and  wane  in 
the  course  of  eight  years.  The  question 
of  naval  defence  first  seriously  entered 
Canadian  politics  in  1909,  when  Sir 
George  Foster  introduced  a  resolution  to 
the  effect  that  Canada  ought  to  get  busy 
and  pay  for  protecting  her  own  coast  line 
and  seaports.  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  ac- 
cepted the  principle  of  this  resolution  and 
with  the  consent  of  Mr.  Borden  and  Mr. 
Foster,  introduced  a  more  positive  motion 
to  the  effect  that  Canada  should  get  busy 
right  away  and  organize  a  Canadian  na- 
val service  that  would  fit  into  the  Im- 
perial navy  organization  if  need  arose. 

This  resolution  passed  the  House  of 
Commons  unanimously.  Mr.  Foster  pooh- 
poohed  the  idea  of  a  fixed  money  contri- 
bution in  support  of  the  Imperial  navy  as 
looking  too  much  like  hiring  a  substitute. 
Mr.  Borden  also  laughed  the  contribution 
idea  into  scorn  as  a  slacker's  method, 
which  neglected  the  aspirations  of  the 
Canadian  people.  He  wanted,  as  I  remem- 
ber, a  Canadian  navy  which  would  sti- 
mulate Canadian  patriotism  and  inciden- 
tally foster  the  Canadian  shipbuilding 
industry.  Mr.  Borden  repeated  these  re- 
marks to  the  Constitutional  Club  in  Lon- 
don. It  looked  like  a  love  feast.  Every- 
body was  agreed  on  this  vital  matter  of 
Canadian  naval  defence.  It  was,  as  you 
might  say,  out  of  politics,  because  both 
parties  believed  that  we  ought  to  have  a 
navy  of  our  own. 

'Tp  HAT  was  the  happy  state  of  things 
■*■  at  the  end  of  1907 — perfect  harmony 
and  the  goose  honking  high.  On  the  faith 
ot  it.  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  brought  in  his 
Naval  Service  Bill  in  1910,  which  provid- 
ed that  Canada  should  make  a  start  with 
four  protected  cruisers  of  the  Bristol 
type,  one  cruiser  ^{  the  Boadicea  type, 
six  destroyers  of  the  improved  river  class, 
at  a  total  cost  of  $11,000,000,  with  annual 
maintenance  of  $2,500,000.  To  get  ahead 
of  my  story  a  little,  the  Laurier  Govern- 
ment had  opened  tenders  for  most  of  these 
when  it  went  out  of  office  in  September, 
1911,  but  the  Borden  Government  did  not 
go  on  with  the  business,  having  a  naval 
policy  of  its  own  which  it  was  anxious  to 
try  out.  The  only  thing  the  Laurier  Gov- 
ernment had  to  show  for  its  naval  policy 
was  the  two  training  ships  it  bought,  the 
Niobe  and  the  Rainbow,  the  former  of 
which  was  lying  dismantled  when  the  war 
broke  out,  and  the  latter  of  which  has 
done  good  work  on  the  Pacific  Coast,  in 
spite  of  its  being  an  old  duck  and  a  little 
lame. 

I  am  sorry  to  say  that  the  naval  policy 
stopped  waxing  and  began  to  wane  as 
soon  as  the  Naval  Service  Act  was  passed 
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tiful  harmony  was  broken  up.  Party  poli- 
ties took  a  hand  in  and  split  Pandora's 
box  wide  open.  The  winds  of  strife  were 
unloosed.  There  looked  to  be  a  chance  to 
break  Laurier's  grip  on  Quebec  by  means 
of  a  Conservative-Nationalist  alliance. 
The  Nationalists  must  be  flattered  to  the 
top  of  their  bent — and  the  Nationalists 
didn't  like  Laurier  navies  or  any  other 
sort  of  navies.  They  apprehended,  or  pre- 
tended to  apprehend,  that  a  Canadian 
navy  would  be  merely  a  donkey  engine 
for  the  British  navy  and  that  the  sons  of 
Quebec  would  be  dragged  away  to  become 
cannon  food  on  the  seven  seas.  They  said 
that  the  Laurier  Government  was  sacri- 
ficing the  interests  of  Canada  to  the  in- 
terests of  the  British  Empire. 

In  due  course  Leader  Borden  and  his 
followers  reached  a  decision  against  a 
Canadian  navy  and  went  in  for  a  policy 
of  two  Dreadnaughts  and  have  done  with 
it.  Just  here  is  the  place  to  observe  that 
the  two  Dreadnaughts  became  three  in 
1913,  when  Premier  Borden  failed  to  pass 
his  measure  through  the  Senate,  but  up 
to  this  moment  the  Borden  Government 
has  never  announced  any  permanent  naval 
policy.  The  last  we  saw  or  heard  of  the 
naval  policy  it  was  three  Dreadnaughts 
for  the  British  navy — that  is  to  say,  the 
money  contribution  which  was  what  Par- 
liament started  off  by  repudiating.  Talk 
about  whirligigs! 

*T*  O  get  back  to  the  story.  The*e  was 
-*•  an  election  in  Drummond-Arthabaska 
in  November,  1910,  in  which  the  Nation- 
alist candidate  won.  This  was  a  plain  in- 
timation to  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  that  the 
Nationalists  didn't  think  much  of  his 
navy  and  probably  explains  why  the  navy 
wasn't  further  along  when  the  Liberals 
went  out  of  office.  In  a  word,  that 
hostile  by-election  gave  the  Laurier  Gov- 
ernment cold  feet  on  the  navy  question. 
It  threw  a  scare  into  them  and  prevented 
them  getting  on  with  their  plans.  Three 
years  later,  when  the  Liberal  majority  in 
the  Senate  put  the  naught  in  Premier 
Borden's  three  Dreadnaughts,  the  ac- 
counts were  balanced.  It  was  horse  and 
horse. 

The  famous  Dreadnaught  debate  in 
March,  1913,  is  almost  too  recent  to  need 
recalling.  Premier  Borden,  having  col- 
logued with  Winston  Churchill,  came  back 
with  the  idea  that  three  Dreadnaughts  of 
the  best  that  money  could  buy  and  science 
contrive  —  three  Dreadnaughts  to  cost 
$35,000,000,  and  to  become  part  of  the 
Imperial  navy — was  the  thing  the  doctor 
ordered.  That  was  his  policy  and  he  up- 
held it  with  some  heat.  Among  other 
things  he  said  that  a  Canadian  navy 
would  take  fifty  years  to  build.  It  was 
plain  to  see  that  Premier  Borden  had 
soured  on  the  Laurier  navy.  He  had  a 
bright  thought  of  his  own  and  he  pressed 
it  will  great  zeal — even  to  the  extent  of 
applying  the  closure  when  the  Liberals 
would  not  down.  This  led  to  the  stormiest 
scene  in  the  Green  Chamber  in  thirty 
years.  Men  cursed  each  other  across  the 
floor  of  the  House.  Dr.  Michael  Clark 
blasphemed  the  rules  of  order  and  was 
"named"  by  the  Speaker,  who  was  run- 
ning around  his  dais,  like  a  chicken  with 
its  head  cut  off.  Dr.  Clark  did  not  curl 
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and  outgrew  Speaker  Sproule's  kibosh. 

Premier  Borden  hinted  darkly  —  too 
darkly,  indeed,  for  the  House  to  get 
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ace,  the  emergency,  and  similar  matters. 
He  hinted  at  secrets  which  he  could  not 
disclose.  He  would  have  done  better  to 
disclose  them.  If  he  had  breathed  them, 
were  it  but  privately  and  in  strict  confi- 
dence, the  newspaper  reporters  beins 
locked  out,  the  Senate  might  have  voted 
differently.  As  it  was,  the  Liberals  stuck 
to  the  Laurier  navy.  They  would  enlarge 
and  extend  it.  They  would  have  an  At- 
lantic fleet  unit  and  a  Pacific  fleet  unit, 
too.  If  one  measured  patriotism  in  terms 
of  money,  their  policy  would  cost  at  least 
twenty  millions  more  than  Premier  Bor- 
den's. And  there  the  matter  hangs.  The 
net  result  of  all  this  wind  and  fury  is 
that  neither  party  does  anything  for  na- 
val defence.  The  game  has  come  to  a 
stalemate. 

Most  Veople  think  of  reciprocity  as 
something  that  was  suddenly  sprung  on 
the  country  in  the  summer  of  1911.  The 
fact  of  the  matter  is  that  the  Laurier 
Government  would  have  fared  much  bet- 
ter if  it  had  given  reciprocity  less  time  to 
simmer.  The  negotiations  were  really 
under  way  with  Washington  from  Feb- 
ruary, 1910.  They  reached  the  delegate 
stage  a  couple  of  months  later,  and  after 
that  there  was  a  full  year  for  discussion 
and  pondering.  It  was  in  this  interval 
that  the  sentiment  for  the  Old  Flag,  in- 
dustriously fanned  by  the  Opposition, 
grew  up  and  played  havoc  with  all  the 
good  arguments  advanced  by  the  Liberals. 
In  the  long  run,  the  heart  rules.  Messrs. 
Patterson  and  Fielding  visited  Washing- 
ton in  November,  1910,  and  it  was  May, 
1911,  before  the  terms  were  announced  in 
Parliament. 

When  the  bargain  was  announced  to 
Parliament,  there  was  a  general  feeling 
that  the  Yankees  had  conceded  so  much 
that  they  would  never  stick  to  it.  Many 
people  remembered  Uncle  Sam's  sharp 
practice  in  regard  to  fortifying  the  Pan- 
ama Canal,  and  were  not  inclined  to  tak^ 
his  word  of  honor.  However  that  may  be, 
such  and  such  terms  were  offered  and  re- 
main in  the  statute  books  of  the  United 
States  to  this  day,  if  we  care  to  accept 
them.  The  terms  were  pulled  about  quite 
a  bit  both  at  Washington  and  in  Sir  Wil- 
frid's Cabinet  before  they  took  final  shape. 
Parliament  had  little  or  nothing  to  do 
with  it — they  were  told  after  it  was  all 
settled.  If  Parliament  had  been  consulted 
the  Western  members,  who  are  mostly 
free  traders,  would  perhaps  have  asked 
for  a  great  deal  more.  As  it  was,  the  pro- 
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wanted  a  great  deal  less  than  Messrs. 
Fielding  and  Patterson  brought.  They 
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vote  and  the  manufacturers  were  already 
protesting  that  it  was  the  thin  edge  of  the 
wedge,  and  the  famous  Toronto  Eighteen 
were  breaking  away. 

np  HE  reciprocity  voted  on  by  the  peo- 
*  pie  of  Canada  was  considerably  less 
than  the  reciprocity  Messrs.  Fielding  and 
Patterson  brought  from  Washington,  but 
it  was  as  much  reciprocity  as  was  consid- 
ered safe.  It  was  whittled  and  pared  with 
the  idea  of  keeping  as  many  votes  as  pos- 
sibl'.  It  was  certainly  not  as  wide  as  the 
unrestricted  reciprocity  the  Liberals 
fought  for  in  1891,  or  even  as  wide  as  the 
limited  reciprocity  Sir  John  Macdonald 
was  willing  to  accept  as  an  alternative 
at  that  time.  It  was,  as  a  matter  of  fact, 
reciprocity  in  a  limited  number  of  natural 
products  and   a  carefully  chosen  list  of 


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partly  prepared  table  products.  It  was 
drawn  up  with  a  view  to  disciplining  the 
high  cost  of  living,  which  was  even  then 
showing  its  horrid  head.  Moreover,  it 
tickled  Liberal  hearts  because  it  looked 
like  bed-rock  principle,  free  trade,  and 
Sir  Wilfrid  himself  thought  it  "was  a 
fair-time  winner."  Besides,  one  always 
chooses  to  have  a  general  election  on  a 
real  issue  rather  than  on  a  scandal. 

A  S  I  said  before,  reciprocity  died  of 
■^*-  too  much  talk.  President  Taft  and 
Champ  Clark  barged  in  and  made  a  mess 
of  it.  They  helped  to  send  it  to  hell  with 
their  good  intentions  of  making  Canada 
an  "adjunct"  of  the  United  States.  Of 
course,  Canada  wouldn't  stand  for  that. 
The  Liberals  had  the  better  arguments, 
but  the  Conservatives  had  the  better  feel- 
ings. Of  course,  sentiment  won.  Some  of 
the  Liberal  arguments  were  so  fine  that 
they  shot  over  rather  than  through  the 
heads  of  the  ultimate  consumer.  For  in- 
stance, the  public  could  not  see  how  the 
farmer  would  get  more  for  his  products 
while  the  city  consumer  would  pay  less 
Of  course,  it  can  be  shown — competition 
is  the  key — but  the  argument  lost  heat 
in  the  showing.  The  spread  between  six 
cent  hogs  on  the  hoof  and  thirty-two  cent 
bacon  in  the  pan — I  quote  1911  prices — 
was  not  used  as  an  illustration  as  much 
as  it  might  have  been,  owing  to  the  fact 
that  a  number  of  prominent  Liberals  had 
relations  in  the  packing  business.  The 
Canadian  hen  was  quoted  more  freely.  At 
that  time  she  wSs  getting  twenty-four 
cents  a  dozen,  which  is  cheap  considering 
the  wear  and  tear  on  the  hen.  She  was 
urged  to  make  a  noise  about  it,  and  no 
doubt  she  did.  It  was  lucky  for  the  hens, 
as  it  turned  out,  that  they  had  no  votes. 
See  what  happened  to  the  hen  for  being 
loyal  to  her  home  market.  Last  Christmas 
she  got  a  dollar  a  dozen ! 

The  Bigger  They 

Are,  the  Harder 

They  Fall 

Continued  from  page  16. 

realization  came  to  him  that  there  was 
probably  no  way  known  to  the  science  of 
branding  in  which  the  mistake  could  be 
rectified. 

"The  branding  iron  writes,  and  having 
writ,  moves  on,  nor  all  your  tears  can 
change  a  word  of  it,"  mis-quoted  Fred. 

Archie  threw  up  his  hands  in  despair. 
Sam  lighted  a  cigarette  with  an  air  of 
complete  indifference,  but  even  so,  the  calf 
was  probably  the  sorest  of  all  concerned. 

As  was  often  the  case,  the  full  list  of 
items  on  the  card  index  for  the  day  could 
not  be  accomplished.  When  the  pig  fence 
was  finished,  so  was  the  daylight. 

So  passed  the  days  and  the  seasons. 

'  I  ^  HE  typographical  error  that  Sam 
-*■  had  committed  on  the  calf  was  not 
often  referred  to  now.  The  work  and 
anxiety  of  harvest  had  driven  frivolity 
into  a  corner.  Though  the  fall  was  well 
advanced  there  was  still  enough  warmth 
in  the  setting  sun  to  allow  them  to  sit  for 
a  while  on  the  verandah  after  supper.  So 
on  this  evening  there  they  sat,  each  in  his 
respective  chair. 

From  three  pip>es  ascended  three  peaoe- 
Continued  on  page  76. 


You're  Not  Healthy 

Unless  You  Are 

Clean  Inside. 

And  (he  one  way  to  real,  internal 
cleanlines-s — by  which  you  are  pro- 
tected against  ninety  per  cent,  of  all 
human  ailments — is  through  proper 
internal  bathing,  with  plain  warm 
water. 

There  is  nothing  unusual  about  this 
treatment — no  drugs,  no  dieting — noth- 
ing but  the  correct  application  of  Na- 
ture's own  cleanser.  But  only  since  the 
invention  of  the  J.  B.  L.  Cascade  has  a 
means  for  proper  internal  bathing  exi.9ted. 

Pending  its  discharge  from  our  bodies, 
all  waste  matter  is  held  in  the  organ 
known  as  the  colon.  This  waste,  like  all 
other  waste  in  Nature,  is  poisonous. 

And  twice  during  each  24  hours  every 
drop  of  blood  in  the  human  body  circu- 
lates through  the  colon.  Unless  the  poi- 
sonous waste  is  properly  washed  away, 
more  or  less  of  it  is  necessarily  absorbed 
by  the  blood  and  carried  to  other  parts  of 
the  body. 

To  accumulated  waste  may  be  traced 
the  original  cause  of  many  dangerous  ail* 
.nents,  of  which  appendicitis  is  one  of  the 
most  common. 

Naturally  this  poison  in  the  blood 
weakens  the  system  and  produces  that 
"run  down"  condition  which  opens  the 
way  for  attack  from  countless  diseases 
either  by  contagion  or  by  natural  pro- 
cesses. 

Typhoid  rarely  can  secure  a  foothold 
in  the  system  of  one  who  bathes  internally 
as  well  as  externally. 

Indigestion,  headaches,  dizziness  and 
most  common  of  all,  nervousness — these 
are  some  of  the  distressing  and  life- 
shortening  troubles  caused  by  continued 
absorption  of  the  poisons  in  the  colon. 

Only  one  treatment  is  known  for  actu- 
ally cleansing  the  colon  without  the  aid 
of  elaborate  surgical  apparatus.  This  is 
the  internal  bath  by  means  of  the  J.  B.  L. 
Cascade. 

Prof.  Metchnikoff,  Europe's  leading 
authority  on  intestinal  conditions,  is 
quoted  as  saying  that,  if  the  colon  and 
its  poisonous  contents  were  removable, 
people  would  live  in  good  health  to  twice 
the  present  average  of  human  life. 

Dr.  A.  Wilfred  Hall,  Ph.D.,  LL.D.,  and 
W.  E.  Forest,  B.D.,  M.D.,  two  world- 
famous  authorities  on  internal-bathing, 
are  among  the  thousands  of  physicians 
who  have  given  their  hearty  and  active 
endorsement  and  support  to  the  J.  B.  L. 
Cascade  treatment. 

Fully  half  a  million  men  and  women 
and  children  now  use  this  real  boon  to 
humanity — most  of  them  in  accordance 
with  their  doctor's  orders. 

Mr.  T.  Babin,  proprietor  of  Ottawa's 
leading  hotel,  the  Alexandra,  writes: — 

Dear  Doctor, — I  cannot  express  my- 
self as  I  feel.  I  don't  think  I  could 
find  words  explicit  enough.  I  have  used 
the  J.  B.  L.  Cascade  two  years.  It  has 
made  a  new  man  of  me.  In  reality,  I 
feel  that  I  would  not  sell  it  for  all  the 
money  In  this  world  It  I  could  not  buy 
another. 

Through  nay  recommendation,  I  know 
a  number  of  my  friends  who  have  been 
using  it  with   the  same  satisfaction. 

For    people    troubled    with    Constipa- 


tion, I  say  it's  a  Ood-send.  Hoping 
tbli  will  help  the  poor,  suffering 
humanity, 

I  remain  respectfully, 

T.  BABIN, 

Let  Dr.  Tyrrell  advise  you.  Dr.  Tyrrell 
is  always  very  glad  of  an  opportunity  to 
consult  freely  with  anyone  who  writes 
him — and  at  no  expense  or  obligation 
whatever.  Describe  your  case  to  him  and 
he  gives  you  his  promise  that  you  will 
learn  facts  about  yourself  which  you  will 
realize  are  of  vital  importance.  If  you 
will  write  to-day,  address.  Dr.  Charles 
A.  Tyrrell,  Room  242,  163  College  St., 
Toronto,  you  will  receive  his  book,  "The 
What,  the  Why,  the  Way,"  which  is  a 
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ful  spirals  of  smoke.  It  was  no  archi- 
tectural masterpiece,  this  verandah,  but 
it  overlooked  the  slough  whereon  were 
learning  to  swim  numerous  large  families 
of  small  ducks.  At  another  angle  they 
could  see  their  oats  spraying  into  head 
and  four  good  feet  above  the  ground  and, 
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yond, a  number  of  their  horses  and  cattle 
were  almost  continually  in  moving  sil- 
houette against  the  gaudy  sky-line. 

"This  is  indeed  a  hard  life,"  remarked 
Archie  elevating  his  feet  mid-way  up  a 
post.  "How  about  a  little  close  harmony? 
When  I  sing  'If  I  had  a  cow,'  you,  Fred, 
come  in " 

"Just  a  moment,"  objected  Sam.  "I've 
got  .some  news  for  you." 

"Tell  it,  brother,"  drawled  Fred. 

"I'm  going  to  quit,"  said  Sam. 

Archie's  feet  slid  down  the  post  and 
hit  the  verandah  with  a  bang:  "You're 
going  to  what?" 

"I'm  going  to  quit.  I'm  going  away 
from  here,"  said  Sam. 

"You  are?"  asked  Fred. 

"I  are,"  echoed  Sam.  "By  and  by  you 
fellows  are  going  to  grasp  my  meaning — 
I  am  going  away." 

"I  saw  that  you  got  a  letter  from  The 
Bleat  the  other  day,"  said  Archie  sadly. 
"So  that's  it,  eh?  Going  back  to  be  a  re- 
porter. F'ifteen  a  week  and  chances  at  the 
show  passes  for  yours,  eh?  I'm  very  much 
disappointed  in  you,  Sam.  You've  got 
no  more  ability  for  writing  than  the  most 
backward  dumb  brute  on  the  place — why 
you  can't  even  stencil  three  letters  on  a 
calf  without  getting  them  wrong.  I  pull 
you  out  of  the  slums,  practically,  work 
and  pray  over  you,  try  to  make  a  farmer 
and  a  man  of  you,  and  just  as  you  are 
learning  to  tell  a  Berkshire  hog  from  an 
Indian  Runner  Duck,  you  pull  out.  I 
swear  that  henceforth  and  forever,  hu- 
manity must  get  along  without  my  help. 
If  I  see  a  man  in  the  gutter — he  stays 
there.    I'm  through." 

"Do  you  mean  to  say  you  are  going  to 
quit  the  farm?"  enquired  Fred. 

Sam,  who  was  about  to  answer  Archie 
in  kind,  turned  on  the  questioner.  "If 
you  should  ask  me  that  question  once 
more,  Frederick,  just  once  more,  I  shall 
probably  end  by  finding  a  pitch  fork  and 
beating  you  into  a  state  of  coma.  Yes, 
Frederick,  I  am  going  to  quit." 

"Is  that  so?"  murmured  Fred. 

Archie  looked  out  across  the  slough, 
silently,  pulling  at  his  pipe. 

"I  am  sorry  to  hear  that  Sam,"  he  said 
at  last.  "Fred  and  I  will  have  some  trouble 
running  the  place  alone  for  a  couple  of 
years,  until  we  can  afford  to  hire  some 
help  anyway.  But  I  guess  we  will  get 
along  O.K..  eh  Fred?" 

Fred  nodded. 

"I  am  sorry  too,  boys,  really  I  am," 
said  Sam.  "I've  thought  a  great  deal 
about  this.  I've  tried  to  fight  down  the 
impulses  to  take  this  step  for  months.  I 
have  been  happy  here,  and  more  inter- 
ested than  I  have  been  in  anything  before. 
But  it  is  no  use.  A  fellow  has  impulses 
and  instincts  and  a  sense  of  his  destiny. 
These  things  should  be,  mitst  be  obeyed, 
or  one's  life  is  not  the  free  flowing  experi- 
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the  way  I  figure  it  out." 

Archie  turned  on  him  and  pointed  his 
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strange  behavior,  he  flashed  a  wink  at 
Fred,  that  belied  his  ferocious  mien. 

"You  feel  an  urge  to  report,  do  you? 
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,378  Clarkson  Building.  Chicago,  lllinoit. 


for  posterity  what  happens  to  a  dockful 
of  drunks  and  bums.  If  that  is  the  'free 
flowing  experience'  your  nature  craves, 
take  it  from  me,  you  need  your  head 
read."  And  he  commenced  to  stride  up 
and  down  the  verandah  causing:  it,  to  say 
nothing  of  the  house  to  which  it  clung,  to 
vibrate  with  the  stress  of  his  indignation. 

A  T  THIS  point  Fred  arose,  leaned 
-^^*-  against  the  house  out  of  range  of 
Sam's  vision.  Then  another  strange 
thing  happened — he  caught  Archie's  eye 
for  a  moment  and  he  winked  and  grinned 
after  the  manner  of  one  who  is  party  to  a 
conspiracy. 

But  he  successfully  eliminated  the 
semblance  of  either  wink  or  grin  in  his 
voice  as  he  commenced  to  speak,  moodily. 

"I  don't  see  why  you  want  to  quit  Sam," 
said  he.  "Just  after  we've  got  the  chicken 
house  planned  and  everything.  We'll 
have  four  foals  next  spring  and  you  won't 
have  a  chance  to  see  them  or  break  then' 
if  you  quit.  And  think  of  the  crop  we'll 
have — 30  acres  or  more  on  breaking.  An' 
we  were  going  to  take  a  flier  in  sheep  next 
year — you  know  what  we  were  saying 
about  getting  a  few  sheep  to  run  on  the 
summer-fallow  to  keep  the  weeds  down 
and  one  thing  and  another.  An'  the 
ppring  calves  and  everything — how  will 
we  brand  them  without  you,  Sam'  Ah, 
stick  around.  The  Daily  Bleat  can  get 
along  without  you  all  right." 

"You  fellows  are  altogether  too  precipi- 
tate— if  you  know  what  that  means — you 
jump  at  conclusions.  You  particularly, 
Archie.  Did  I  say  anything  about  going 
back  to  the  Bleat,  although,"  puffing  out 
his  chest,  "I  may  say  in  all  modesty,  me 
job  awaits  me  there.     Did  I?" 

"No — you  didn't — but "  commenced 

Archie. 

"I  didn't  say  I  was.  And  I'm  not." 
Then,  with  much  ostentation  of  manner 
he  added,  "I  am  getting  a  farm  of  my 
own." 

"A  farm  of  your  own?"  asked  Fred. 

"There  you  are  at  it  again,  Fred.  Your 
brain  is  dusty  to-night.  A  farm  of  my 
own !  A  farm  of  my  own !  And  for  the 
third  and  last  time — say,  I'll  drop  you  in 
your  tracks  if  you  ask  me  that  again." 

"Is  that  so,"  murmured  Fred.  "A  farm 
of  your  own." 

"Where  at?"  asked  Archie  in  a  tone  of 
exaggerated  amazement. 

"Not  far  away.  I'm  going  in  for  pure 
bred  cattle  —  shorthorns  mostly.  Some 
horses — Clydes.  A  few  sheep  and  one 
thing  and  another." 

'T*  HEN  a  fresh  idea  struck  Fred  and  he 
•*■  commenced  to  laugh  most  immoder- 
ately. "Oh,  ho,"  said  he,  "that's  a  good  one. 
He'll  be  baching,  Archie,  and  you  know 
what  a  splendid  housewife  he  is,  so  cap- 
able and  willing.  Never  breaks  a  single 
dish — more  than  once.  Never  forgets  the 
salt  in  the  porridge.  Oh,  no!  Loves  to 
cook.  Remember  the  pigs  trying  to  crack 
the  armour  on  that  batch  of  bread  he 
made  and  the  chickens  going  round  with 
their  beaks  all  bent  on  it.    Ho,  ho !" 

"That  will  be  a  'free  flowing  experience' 
all  right,"  said  Archie. 

A  T  THIS  point  Sam  jumped  to  his  feet. 
-^*-  He  swallowed  nervously  once  or 
twice.  He  extended  his  hand  in  a  com- 
manding gesture.  But  what  he  would 
have  said  will  never  be  known,  for  Archie 
turned  to  Fred  and  said  sternly,  "Bring 
the  incriminating  papers." 

Continued  on  page  78. 


"With  Brains,  Sir" 

The  celebrated  artist.  Sir  Joshua  Rey- 
nolds, was  once  asked  by  an  ambitious 
young  student,  with  what  he  mixed  his 
paints  to  produce  such  subtle  harmony  of 
color,  he  replied,  "With  brains.  Sir." 

Two  sculptors  may  take  the  same  piece 
of  marble,  and  use  the  same  tools,  yet 
one  will  produce  a  Venus  de  Milo,  while 
the  other  will  simply  waste  his  time  and 
material. 

It  is  just  'the  same  with  heating  sys- 
tems; one  engineer  will  design  a  system 
that  will  not  prove  satisfactory  when  in- 
stalled even  at  great  expense,  while  an- 
other will  produce  for  you  most  economi- 
cal results  that  are  obtainable  with  least 
possible  expenditure. 


The  Webster  System  is  not  the  cheapest 
to  install  as  far  as  the  first  cost  is  con- 
cerned, but  it  is  the  cheapest  a  careful 
buyer  can  afford  (in  the  long  run)  where 
results  are  considered. 

Darling  Brothers,  Limited,  were  the 
pioneers  of  Vacauum  Heating  in  Canada. 
They  designed  the  first  Vacuum  Heating 
System  that  was  installed  in  the  Dominion 
in  the  year  of  1890,  and  have  since  that 
time  spent  years  in  developing  and  im- 
proving the  Webster  System. 

It  takes  years  of  use  and  experience  to 
test  and  perfect  a  heating  system.  One  of 
the  greatest  advantages  of  the  Webster 
System  is  that  it  has  been  tested  in  every 
kind  of  situation,  and  proved  its  superior- 
ity under  all  possible  requirements. 

Prudent  builders  avoid  needless  experi.. 
menting  and  employ  competent  Heating 
Engineers  who  guarantee  results. 

Darling  Brothers,  Limited,  employ  a 
large  staff  of  Heating  Engineers.  Their 
branch  offices,  situated  throughout  the 
country  are  in  charge  of  heating  experts, 
thoroughly  conversant  to  deal  with  the 
problems  presented. 

If  you  have  a  problem  of  this  nature 
consult  their  nearest  branch  office.  They 
make  no  charge  for  information. — Advt, 


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The  Franco 
Square  Hand 
Lantern 


THE  "  FRANCO "  was  attested 
in  competition  with  the  world  at 
the  Panama-Pacific  Exposition, 
1915,  where  "Franco"  Flash- 
lights received  the'  highest  gold 
medal  award. 

In  THE  "FRANCO"  SQUARE 
HAND  LANTERN  you  have  a 
wonderful  medium  for  carrying 
around  stored-up  daylight  all 
ready  to  be  let  loose  wherever 
you  need  light — in  the  cellar — the 
attic,  or  out  in  the  blackness  of 
night — anywhere  where  necessity 
requires  that  you  go  into  the 
darkness  that  cannot  be  lighted 
by  other  means. 

THE  "FRANCO"  is  the  most 
convenient  portable  lantern  made 
— absolutely  safe — clean  and  in- 
stant. It  gives  a  brilliant  white 
light  at  hours  a  time,  or  intermit- 
tently, as  desired. 

' '  FEANCO ' '  Lanterns  are  equip- 
ped with  "Franco"  Tungsten 
Bulbs  and  "FRANCO"  Radio 
Nitrogen  Battery,  which  outlive 
ordinary  kinds.  Ask  your  dealer 
— if  he  cannot  supply,  write  us 
direct. 


The  Interstate  Electric  Novelty 
Company  of  Canada,  Limited 
220  King  St.  W.,  Toronto,  Ont. 


Fred  dived  into  the  house,  to  return 
shortly  with  an  envelope,  bearing  on  the 
outside  these  words,  "Sealed  in  the  pre- 
sence of  the  undersigned,  July,  1916," 
under  which  appeared  his  signature  and 
that  of  Archie. 

"Open  and  read,"  commanded  Archie. 

Fred  did  so,  and  this  is  what  he  read : 

Slough  View  Farm,  July  20,  1916. 

"Having  for  some  months  past  closely  ob- 
served the  attentions  being  paid  by  one  Samuel 
F.  Featherstone,  to  Mary,  daughter  of  Neigh- 
bor Dawson,  we  the  undersigned,  have  come  to 
the  conclusion  that  s«id  Samuel  is  fast  heading 
towards  matrimony.  This  would  be  a  most 
desirable  condition  of  affairs  e.tcept  that  said 
Samuel  is  bound  by  reason  of  his  plighted  word 
to  refrain  from  any  step  tending  in  this  direc- 
tion for  a  period  covering  three  years  after 
March,  1915.  But  we,  the  undersigned,  being  of 
charitable  and  benign  disposition,  do  hereby 
release  Samnel  I>".  Featherstone  from  such  bond 
and  oath,  and  this  paper  is  on  this  date  drawn 
up  to  serve  as  evidence  that  the  said  Samuel 
F.  Featherstone  is  not  putting  one  over  on  the 
undersigned  as  he  Imagines  to  be  the  case,  but 
on  the  contrary  his  numerous  buggy  rides,  his 
journeys  to  church,  his  frequent  visits  to  the 
house  where  said  Mary  does  reside,  are  all 
known  and  apprehended  by  the  undersigned. 
This  paper  shall  be  produced  at  the  proper 
time  and  place,  read  in  the  presence  of  Samuel 
F.  Featherstone,  and  then  presented  to  him  as 
his  token  of  release  from  his  oath  above  refer- 
red   to,   as   evidence   that   the   undersigned   are 


fully   aware   of   his   Intentions,   and   as   further 
proof  of  the  fact  that  Fltzsimmons   was  right 
when    he   said    that    "the   bigger   they   are   the 
harder  they  fall." 
Signed, 

-Archibald  McLoud. 

Frederick  Creighton  Smith. 

WHEN  you  are  next  roughing  it  in 
the  West,  friend  reader,  ask  the 
Ethiopian  Major  Domo  in  charge  of  the 
car  to  let  you  know  when  the  train  ap- 
proaches the  neighborhood  of  Range  26, 
Township,  28,  Section  12,  West  of  the  4th 
Meridian.  Keep  an  eye  out  for  a  low  choc- 
olate-colored house  with  cream  trimmings, 
with  a  pasture  in  front  in  which  graze  a 
bunch  of  Clyde  horses.  You  will  know 
them  by  the  hair  on  their  legs.  If  you 
see  a  Shetland  pony  in  the  lot,  a  bay  with 
a  white  face  and  two  front  feet,  that 
will  be  Sam's  place. 

The  pony  is  the  children's  and  frequent- 
ly he  trots  them  over  to  Slough  View 
Farm.  Sam  is  a  prosperous  baron  of  the 
plains  now,  but  this  doesn't  prevent  Fred 
and  Archie  from  raking  up  his  early  ex- 
ploits with  the  branding  iron  —  all  of 
which  is  not  a  bad  way  of  putting  in  the 
time  while  waiting  for  the  grain  to  fill 
and  ripen. 


Facts  Behind  the  Peace  Proposals 


Continued  from  page  14. 


Yet  another  point — Lloyd  George  has 
said  that  he  will  arm  merchantmen 
against  submarines.  The  United  States 
has  said  that  such  vessels  will  not  be  ad- 
mitted to  American  ports.  Very  well, 
then— -the  vessels  will  go  from  Canadian 
ports.  If  such  a  course  were  followed,  it 
would  practically  act  as  an  embargo  on 
American  exports.  Halifax  and  St.  John 
could  not  take  care  of  the  volume  of 
traffic  now  going  from  American  ports. 


The  reaction  on  American  commerce 
would  be  almost  as  severe  as  if  this  coun- 
try were  involved  in  war.  No  wonder 
Wall  Street  had  "jumps." 

What  will  come  out  of  it  all? 

Bankers  sajf  "peace." 

At  time  of  writing,  the  calm  brewing 
here  is  the  calm  that  precedes  the  burst  of 
a  greater  storm;  after  which  peace  may 
well  come  from  sheer  exhaustion. 


Wiles  of  Confidence  Men 


Continued  from  page  67. 


there  arrived  in  the  Western  city  a  stranger 
who  was  introduced  to  Smith  as  Mr.  Cherry, 
the  head  dealer  at  Canfield's.  There  were 
further  talks  with  Cherry,  who  insisted  on 
maturing  the  scheme  perfectly.  It  appeared 
that  he  was  taking  a  vacation. 

One  day  the  dealer  dropped  his  spectacle- 
case,  which  Snvith  picked  up.  It  was  a  strik- 
ing object — especially  to  the  keen  eye  of  an 
experienced  pawnbroker.  In  a  glance  Smith 
saw  that  it  was  made  of  heavy  gold,  incrusted 
with  diamonds.  On  the  one  side  was  engraved 
in   neat,  unobtrusive  letters: 

"From  John  Jacob  Astor 
To  his  friend  William  I.  Cherry." 

At  another  time  Mr.  Cherry  took  from  his 
pocket  a  cigarette-ca.se,  opened  it,  and  offered 
it  to  Smith.  This  was  ornamented  with  emer- 
alds as  well  as  with  diamonds,  and  bore  an 
inscrition  saying  that  it  was  a  gift  from 
John  W.  Gates  to  his  friend  Cherry.  These 
men,  Cherry  said,  were  very  fond  of  him, 
and  he  often  met  them  at  their  gambling 
club.  Frequently  he  gave  them  tips,  and  just 
as  frequently  they  won  forty  or  fifty  thou- 
sand dollars  or  even  more. 

It  was  so  easy!  If  Smith,  for  example, 
wanted  to  make  a  moderate  investment,  say 
of  fifteen  or  twenty  thousand  dollars,  Cherry 
could  arrange  a  "fixed"  faro-game  so  that 
Smith  could  safely  and  surely  pick  up  a 
hundred   thousand. 

The  more  Smith  thought  of  it,  the  better 
it  looked  to  him,  and  one  day,  shortly  after 
the    conclusion    of    the    dealer's    vacation,    he 


packed  his  grip  and  started  for  the  metropolis, 
accompanied  by  the  man  who  had  introduced 
him  to  Cherry.  In  New  York,  Cherry  met  him 
at  a  hotel  and  carefully  instructed  him  in  the 
signals  by  which  the  faro-game  was  to  be 
thrown  in  order  that  the  dealer  could  get  even 
with  his  employers  and  that  Smith  could 
rake  in  a  hundred  thousand  dollars,  a  small 
part  of  which  he  was  to  turn  over  as  Cherry's 
share  in  the  proceeds. 

From  this  point  I  will  quote  from  the  state- 
ment subsequently  made  by  the  victim  in  the 
district  attorney's  office. 

After  explaining  the  game  to  us,  he  told  us 
he  would  meet  us  that  night  at  half  past  seven 
o'clock.  He  told  us  to  come  in  full  dress.  He 
said  the  place  was  patronized  by  millionaires, 
by  very  fine,  aristocratic  people,  such  as  Mr. 
Astor,  Charles  Schwab,  Cornelius  Vanderbilt, 
Frank  Gould,  and  a  lot  of  railroad  magnates; 
and  that  it  would  be  out  of  place  for  us  to 
come  in  without  full  dress,  as  we  must  be  re- 
presented to  be  rich  men. 

We  met  in  the  pool-room  of  a  hotel.  We 
went  out  to  the  street  and  walked  three  or 
four  blocks — just  what  street  I  couldn't  tell. 
He  told  us  to  wait  about  ten  minutes  after  he 
went  into  the  house,  and  then  to  follow  him. 
He  gave  us  a  card  on  which  was  the  name  of  a 
club,  and  told  us  to  present  that. 

He  went  into  the  premises,  and  we  went  in 
about  ten  minutes  later.  A  gentleman  in  full 
dress  opened  the  door,  and  we  handed  him  the 
card.  He  took  it  in  to  somebody  else  in  the 
room  where  they  were  playing.  A  man  in  full 
dress   came   out — a   stout   man,   broad-should- 


M  A  C  L  E  A  N  •  S    M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


ered;  he  had  a  light-eomplexioned  face  and  a 
rough  voice.     He  said  to  us: 

"Good   evening,   gentlemen;    you    are    from 
Washington  ?" 
"Yes,"  we  replied. 
"All  right,"  he  said. 

He  invited  us  into  the  other  room.  The  two 
rooms  were  elaborately  furnished,  with  fine 
paintings  on  the  walls.  The  gentleman  who 
brought  us  in   said: 

"You  can  enjoy  yourselves  a  little,  and  then 
play,   if  you   want  to." 

Cherry  then  was  dealing  behind  the  table. 
There  were  at  least  five  or  six  people  at  the 
table,  and  others  standing  around.  I  gave 
•Cherry  five  thousand  dollars,  and  my  com- 
panion gave  him  five  thousand  dollars.  He 
gave  us  each  twenty  chips.  We  started  to 
play,  and  followed  the  instructions  which 
Cherry  had  given  us  before  we  went  there.  We 
both  began  to  lose  money  right  away,  and,  as 
I  recall  it,  we  were  cleaned  out  of  all  our 
chips  at  the  end  of  the  first  call.  On  the  turn 
of  the  card,  we  had  both  called  the  card. 
Neither  of  us  won,  as  we  had  miscalled  the 
card. 

We  then  left  and  went  back  to  the  hotel. 
Inside  of  an  hour  Cherry  came,  and  he  said: 
"What  is  the  matter  with  you  people?    Why 
did  you  go  to  work  and  call  it  wrong?" 

"I  don't  know,"  my  companion  said.  "I  got 
nervous  and  I  didn't  know.  I  thought  I  was 
calling  it  right." 

"It  is  very  easy  if  you  follow  my  instruc- 
tions," Cherry  said. 

Cherry  made  believe  that  he  felt  awful 
about  it,  and  pretended  to  be  very  nervous 
and  excited,  saying  that  he  had  a  lot  of  trouble 
and  sickness  in  his  family,  and  this  was  going 
to    begin    his    downfall. 

One  would  think  that  after  such  an  experi- 
ence almost  any  man  of  ordinary  sense  would 
have  had  enough;  but  such  was  not  the  case. 
Lured  on  by  assurances  that  he  would  cer- 
tainly win  next  time,  and  becoming  more  and 
more  worried  as  his  losse.s  piled  up.  Smith 
returned  several  times  to  New  York,  until, 
as  I  have  said,  he  had  lost  no  less  than  sixty 
thousand  dollars. 

It  is  not  possible,  within  the  limits  of  this 
statement,  to  describe  even  briefly  one-half 
the  ingenious  schemes  worked  successfully 
by  confidence  men  in  this  enlightened  twen- 
tieth century.  One  plan  is  to  bring  the 
wealthy  victim  to  New  York  upon  the  repre- 
sentation that  a  man  connected  with  a  tele- 
graph company  is  able  to  furnish  the  results 
of  horse-races  before  the  information  reaches 
the  pool  rooms  thus  permitting  the  favored 
come-on  to  bet  his  money  on  a  sure  thing. 

The  trustful  victim  is  taken  to  some  down- 
town telegraph-office  in  New  York,  in  a  busy 
section  of  the  city.  When  entering  the  office, 
and  within  hearing  of  the  click  of  telegraph- 
instruments,  he  meets  and  is  introduced  to 
the  supposed  representative  of  the  company, 
who  states  that  he  is  just  about  to  attend  a 
meeting  of  the  board  of  directors  of  the  com- 
pany, i:nd  that  it  will  be  necessary  to  make  a 
later  appointment.  Of  course,  this  fake  re- 
presentative has  merely  been  "planted"  in  the 
office  at  the  time  when  the  victim  is  taken 
there  by  a  confederate;  and  of  course  he 
never  had  the  remotest  idea  of  attending  a 
board-meeting. 

The  next  scene  of  the  comedy  is  staged  in 
an  up-town  hotel,  where  the  victim  is  as- 
sured that  the  information  necessary  to  en- 
able him  to  win  will  be  telephoned  to  him 
from  five  to  eight  minutes  in  advance  of  its 
receipt  by  the  pool-rooms.  This  will  give 
sufficient  time  to  hurry  to  the  nearest  pool- 
room and  place  his  bets  with  the  certainty 
of  winning  heavily. 

When  the  races  are  being  run  on  some  dis- 
tant track,  the  victim  receives  the  promised 
telephone-messages,  and  is  taken  at  once  to 
a  supposed  pool-room  close  by.  The  place  is 
equipped  with  telephones  and  telegraph-in- 
struments connected  with  wires  which,  how- 
ever, run  no  further  than  the  wall.  Of  course, 
he  loses  his  money.  To  prevent  a  row,  he  is 
told  that  a  mistake  was  made  in  the  trans- 
mission of  his  advance  information  over  the 
telephone,  and  that  instead  of  betting  his 
money  on  the  horse  to  win,  he  should  have 
bet  his  money  for  the  "place." 

For  instance,  a  recent  investigation  dis- 
closed the  original  methods  by  which  one 
clever  individual  was  getting  money  in  no 
small  amounts.    He  would  make  the  acquaint- 


le^ 


Quality  and  Service 


-Qua 


Th 
complisl 


ity  and  Service  are  inseparably  linked  with  the  name  Yale, 
is  prestige — uninterrupted  during  nearly  48  years — restsupon  the  ac- 
hed ideal  of  better  goods,  made  in  a  better  plant,  by  better  workmen . 
Look  for  the  name  "Yale." 

Canadian  Yale  &  Towne,  Limited 
St.  Catharines,  Ont. 


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for  Pleasure,  will  find  themselves  well  repaid  for  their  Patronage 
oi  our  Line  by  the  opportunity  of  traversing  a  new  Section  of 
Canada,  and  of  recovering  that  thrill  aroused  by  their  first  glimpse 
of  towering,  Snow-capped  Peaks  and  Rugged  Canyons. 

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ance  of  a  stranger  who  possessed  ready  cash, 
and  would  induce  the  victim  to  bet  a  con- 
siderable sum  against  his  assurance  that  he 
— the  swindler — could  transmit  the  denomina- 
tion of  a  playing-card  to  another  person,  a 
long  distance  away,  merely  by  using  mental 
telepathy. 

The  victim  is  likely  to  reply  that  he  doesn't 
believe  in  any  such  nonsense,  and  will  cheer- 
fully wager  money  against  his  new  acquaint- 
ance's ability  to  send  brain-sparks  five  or  six 
miles  across  a  crowded  city.  All  right!  The 
money  is  put  up,  and  a  new  deck  of  cards  is 
laid  out  on  a  table. 

The  victim — call  him  Clark — selects  one  of 
the  cards,  looks  at  it  carefully  for  identi- 
fication, seals  it  in  an  envelope,  and  places 
the  envelope  in  his  pocket.  Tlien  the  opera- 
tor goes  into  a  pretended  trance  for  a  few 
minutes.  Coming  out  of  the  trance,  he  tella 
Clark  to  step  across  the  room  and  call  up  a 
certain  telephone-number,  asking  for  a  man 
whose  name  is  Johnson.  The  following  con- 
versation ensues  over  the  wire: 

"Is  this  Morningside  0108?  I  want  to  speak 
to   Mr.  Johnson." 

"I  am  Mr.  Johnson,"  says  the  voice  at  the 
other  end  of  the  wire. 

"Well,  Mr.  Johnson,  what  card  have  I 
selected?" 

Instantly  the  answer  comes  back — and  the 
correct  answer  at  that. 

However  mysterious  this  seems  to  the  vic- 
tim, who  loses  the  money  he  has  wagered,  the 
explanation  is  quite  simple.  To  every  card  in 
the  pack  there  has  been  given  the  name  of  a 
different  man,  and  the  bunco-steerer  and  his 
confederate  have  carefully  memorized  each 
name.  The  ace  of  hearts,  for  example,  may 
be  "Mr.  Bull,"  the  three  of  diamonds  "Mr. 
Jeffreys,"  and  so  on. 


The  War  Situation 

Continued  from  page  13. 

the  Pocket  Nerve.  It  was  something  big- 
ger, deeper.  That  is  why  things  are  so 
quiet.  'That  is  why  people  are  not  shout- 
ing. But  I  d<f  mean  to  imply  it  was  a 
bayonet  thrust  in  the  Pocket  Nerve  that 
arrested  this  whole  nation's  thoughtless- 
ness—  that  wakened  Middle  West  and 
F'ar  West  and  down  South  as  well  as  East. 
It  is  easy  to  be  perfunctory  in  sympathy 
when  the  tragedy  is  far  away;  but  when 
somebody  sticks  a  bayonet  in  your  middle 
and  then  kicks  you  in  the  face  it  is  quite 
impossible    to    remain    nonchalant.. 

THEN,  another  influence  came  in. 
Hoover  and  many  of  his  Belgium  re- 
lief men  are  back.  The  tales  they  tell  do 
not  make  pleasant  hearing.  Two  years 
ago  certain  famous  correspondents  pub- 
lished over  their  signatures  the  declara- 
tion that  there  were  no  German  atroci- 
ties. Not  so,  say  Hoover's  men.  They 
gay  the.  atrocities  are  as  infamous  to-day 
as  at  the  very  worst;  and  young  Ameri- 
cans of  the  50,000  fighting  in  France  bear 
witness  to  the  truth  of  the  testimony. 
The  bayonet  thrust  in  the  pocket  book 
brought  forcibly  home  what  might  hap- 
pen to  Americans  if  an  American  city 
were  raided  and  sacked.  Suddenly  the 
righteousness  of  the  Allied  cause  shone 
forth  unconfused  by  German  sophistries. 

Will  it  mean  war? 

And  if  so,  will  the  United  States  line  up 
with  the  Allies? 

One  person's  guess  is  as  good  as  an- 
other's. 

As  to  the  army  for  a  fighting  force  the 
American  army  to-day  is  not  80,000 
strong;  and  it  is  badly  equipped.  Though 
the  navy  used  to  rank  third  and  fourth 
in  the  world,  the  navy  has  not  men  to  man 
the  ships.    It  is  18,000  men  short. 


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Those  facts  settle  the  question  of  actual 
fig-hting  in  the  immediate  future. 

'TpHE    United    States    are    preparing. 
-*■   They  are  preparing  feverishly.     They 
will  drill  and  equip  and  make  ready;  but 
it  is  not  the  actual  fighting  which  they 
now  fear.     Nor  is  it  some  great  catas- 
trophe like  the  Lusitania.    It  is  the  after- 
math of  all  the  devilish  plots  which  Ger- 
man   Propaganda   has   been    sowing   for 
two  years.    An  Anarchist  was  heard  by  a 
Secret    Service    man    boasting    "when    a 
bomb  would  bring (the  highest  build- 
ing in  New  York)  down."    For  two  years 
German  secret  agents  have  indoctrinated 
the    Anarchists    with    devices    as    ready 
tools — powder    which    stepped    on    would 
throw  a  factory  into  flames,  bombs  which 
plunged   into  water   would   consume   the 
irery  atmosphere;  and  they  have  plied  the 
Wild    Reds    with    whiskey,    money    and 
women.    A  rascal  in  Detroit,  who  has  en- 
jineered  the  worst  plots  against  Canada 
ictually  showed  a  woman  agent  the  list 
)f  big  men  whom  the  Germans  had  chosen 
'to  be  picked  off."  The  ruler  of  the  United 
States,  the  two  presidents  of  two  great 
»rporations,  half  a  dozen  bankers  were 
m  the  list.     A  woman  was  chosen  to  vic- 
dmize  one,  a  chauffeur  "to  get"  another, 
I  favorite  bootblack  to  pass  out  informa- 
ion  on  a  third.    The  woman  secret  agent 
lad  a  lover  who  was  an  Austrian  anarch- 
st.     In   fact,   when   this   whole   story   is 
vritten  it  will  read  more  like  a  pre-revo- 
ution  page  of  French  history,  when  court 
lebauch  ran  to  height,  than  sober  Ameri- 
an  fact.     Men  who  have  been  respected 
leads  of  families  caught  in  the  snare  of 
lisreputaUe  plots  have  lost  their  decency, 
[rugged    themselves    with    bribery    and 
iquor  and  women,  and  cast  decency  to  the 
rinds.    This  is  true  of  the  Detroit  plotter 
s  it  is  equally  true  of  some  master  plot- 
ers,  who  will  be  on  the  way  home  to  Ger- 
aany  before  these  words  see  print. 

A  S  I  write  the  Adriatic  is  in  the  dan- 
^-  ger  zone;  but  it  is  not  the  fate  of  the 
idriatic  that  men  here  fear.  It  is  a 
■lowing  up  of  the  secret  fires  which  Ger- 
lany  has  been  banking  and  plying  with 
igh  explosive  fuel  among  "the  Reds." 
'ublic  men,  public  buildings,  banks,  ter- 
linals  all  are  under  most  rigorous  guard; 
ut  you  can't  undermine  and  sap  the  se- 
arity  of  public  life  with  high  explosive 
lieories  and  facts,  for  two  years  and  not 
ay  the  price;  and  Uncle  Sam  knows  he 
ill  pay  the  price  in  terrible  catastrophes 
afore  he  is  in  the  war. 

)  Y  THE  time  he  is  prepared,  what? 

Will  the  war  be  over? 
There  are  twenty-three  million  Ger- 
I  an-Americans  in  this  country.  They  are 
ifoving  themselves  American-Americans; 
jit — they  are  the  great  buying  power  for 
|ie  German  commerce  that  comes  to  this 
j'untry.  Likewise,  they  are  the  great 
I'lling  force  for  the  American  commerce 
■  at  goes  to  Germany.  It  is  inconceivable 
at  these  Americans  of  German  influence 
'.  the  world  of  finance  will  not  wield  their 
:>wer;  and  their  power  is  to  coerce  the 
iling  dynasty  of  Germany,  or  feed  the 
ime  of  German  Revolution. 
No  one  will  utter  predictions  these 
lys;  but  the  expectation  is  the  reaction 
ir  Germans  in  the  United  States  will 
isrten— will,  indeed,  force  the  end  of  the 
ir.  If  that  expectation  is  wrong,  then, 
deed,  are  evil  days  ahead  for  the  United 
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T.   B.   COSTAIN,  Editor 


Vol.  XXX.  APRIL,  1917 


No.  6. 


Contents 


THE  WANDERING  MUMMY   (Short 
Story)     11 

W.  A.  Eraser. 

— Ilhislrated  by  Ben  Ward. 

GREY  CLOUD    (Short  Story)    14 

Jack  Hines. 

WHY    WILSON    IS    WAITING 16 

Agnes  C.  Laut. 

THE  HIGHWAY  (A  Poem)   18 

J.  Lewis  Milligan. 

THE  GUN  BRAND   (Serial  Story)...     19 
James  B.  Hendryx. 
— Illtistrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards. 

THE  MOTOR  ROADS  OF  CANADA.     22 
W.  A.  Craick. 

THE  CENTRE  OF  GRAVITY  (Short 

Story)    26 

Hopkins  Moorhouse. 

SHALL  WE  SLAY  THE  SENATE?..     29 
H.  F.  Gadsby. 

— Illustrated  by  Lou  Skuce. 

JORDAN  IS  A  HARD  ROAD   (Serial 
Story)    32 

Sir  Gilbert  Parker. 

— Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards. 

WHAT  IS  WRONG  WITH  THE  RAIL- 
ROADS?       35 

E.  J.  Chamberun. 

GEORGE  LANE  —  MILLIONAIRE 

RANCHER    38 

Norman  Lambert. 


A  MOULDER  OF  INFANT  MINDS. , 
Madge  Macbeth. 


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Will  Business  Suffer  if  Unele  Sam 
Goes  to  War? 


ANY  discussion  of  the  business  out- 
look at  the  present  juncture  may 
take  either  of  two  lines.  It  may 
be  confined  to  an  actual  discussion  of 
business  conditions  as  they  are  without 


— Kirby   in  the  Neiv   York   World. 
Breaking  in. 

reference  to  the  future;  or  it  may  deal 
with  the  many  uncertainties  and  possi- 
bilities of  the  future  in  their  relation  to 
present  conditions. 

When  future  contingencies  are  taken 
into  consideration  it  becomes  apparent 
that  there  are  many  factors  lurking  in  the 
foreview  which  may  seriously  affect  the 
business  outlook.  At  time  of  writing 
(March  2)  the  United  States  is  hovering 
on  the  brink  of  war.  Before  these  words 
see  print  President  Wilson  almost  cer- 
tainly will  have  found  his  "overt  act"  and 
declared  war.  That  this  will  have  some 
effect  on  business  conditions  is  certain, 
although  there  is  a  singular  degree  of 
optimism  on  both  sides  of  the  line  on  that 
score.  If  serious  internal  troubles  de- 
veloped in  Uncle  Sam's  land  following  the 
declaration  of  war,  then  business  might 
suffer;  for  the  German  element  could 
create  havoc  for  a  time  if  it  had  the  will 
and  courage. 

It  is  generally  thought,  however,  that 
the  actual  declaration  of  war  will  create 
little  disturbance  of  industrial  conditions. 
Uncle  Sam  is  drifting  from  neutrality 
to  belligerency  by  such  gradual  stages 
that  there  may  be  little  excitement  even 
when  it  comes.  In  any  case  trade  with  the 
Central  Powers  has  practically  ceased, 
and  war  should  make  no  difference  to  the 
United  States  except  the  speeding  up  of 
munition  production  and  a  general  in- 
crease of  activity  in  all  lines  touching 
war  preparation. 

Some  uncertainty  also  exists  with  re- 


gard to  the  effect  of  the  new  regulations 
being  put  into  force  in  Great  Britain. 
The  measure  prohibiting  the  importation 
of  certain  lines  literally  upsets  world  mar- 
kets. Withdrawing  ships  for  war  pur- 
poses is  having  its  effect  on  world  ship- 
ping. Supplies  of  certain  lines  are  grow- 
ing scarcer  all  the  time.  Prices  are  bound 
to  advance.  In  attempting  to  gather  to- 
gether and  summarize  the  conditions  that 
are  arising  and  estimate  their  effect,  the 
prophet  is  appalled  by  the  uncertainty  of 
it  all.  He  is  confronted  by  a.  series  of 
"ifs" — if  the  submarines  continue  un- 
checked— if  the  war  lasts  over  another 
winter — if  natural  resources  hold  out. 

The  safest  plan  is  to  brush  aside  every- 
thing but  the  actual  facts  of  the  present 
and  out  of  the  chaos  of  information  and 
speculation  with  reference  to  the  future, 
keep  only  one  fact  in  mind — that  produc- 
tion viust  be  maintained  to  the  limit  of 
our  resources. 

There  is  the  key  to  the  future.  Pro- 
duction must  be  maintained  no  matter 
if  a  score  of  neutrals  go  to  war  and  the 
ships  of  commerce  are  swept  from  the 
seas.  Canada  must  continue  busy.  So 
long  as  the  war  lasts  the  present  condi- 
tion of  prosperity  will  be  maintained. 

That  Canada  is  prosperous  to-day  is 
too  obvious  a  fact  to  require  the  conflrmar 
tion  of  trade  statistics.  Railway  traffic  is 
at  its  highest  point  and  industry  is  strain- 
ing to  meet  the  demands  made  upon  it.  It 
has  been  confidently  stated  that  this  will 
continue  at  least  as  long  as  the  war  lasts. 
It  is  possible  that  our  activity  will  in- 
crease steadily  during  the  period  of  the 


—  Webster  in  the  Xew  York  Globe. 
Building  them  up  at  the  eleventh  hour. 


MACLEAN'S 


TyiJ\Gj^Z  I  N  EL 


mimm' 


Volume  XXX 


APRIL,  1917 


Number  6 


The  Wandering  Mummy 


By  W.  A.  Fraser 

Author  of  "Mooswa,"   "Thoroughbreds,"  etc. 
Illustrated   by   Ben  Ward 


EDITOR'S  NOTE—//  was  a  distinct  loss  to 
<  anadlan  literature  when  some  year^  ago  W.  A. 
Fraser  laid  down  his  pen.  His  animal  stories  and 
his  tales  of  India  had  icon  him  a  well-established 
place  in  the  world  of  letters.  It  is  now  possible  to 
make  the  welcome  announcement  that  W.  A. 
Fraser  is  "coming  back."  He  has  again  taken  up 
the  pen  and  the  reading  public  m,ay  look  forward 
to  a  long  series  of  new  Fraser  storie.'^.  In  accord- 
ance with  its  policy  of  securing  the  best  of  'every- 
thing Canadian,  MacLean's  has  brought  Mr. 
'Frii.ter  info  its  star  Ciiriadian  list  nf  confril)iifor.i. 


CAPT.  FRANK  LEIGH-MERVYN 
turned  from  Regent  Street  down 
mews  in  which  was  located  Sco- 
bald's  Curio  Shop.  He  often  picked  up 
for  a  couple  of  shillings  some  trinket 
which  he  later  passed  on  to  an  acquaint- 
ance at  a  profit. 

It  happened  that  the  usual  weekly  auc- 
tion sale  was  on.  A  pudgy  man  stood  be- 
side a  long,  narrow,  green-and-red  box. 
exhorting  hig  limited  audience  to  give 
him  a  starting  bid  for  its  contents — a 
mummy. 

"Of  all  the  rummy  goes!"  Captain 
I'Vank  muttered. 

"Shall  I  say  a  sovereign?"  And  the 
auctioneer's  small  gimlet  eyes  gazed  hyp- 
notically at  Captain  Frank.  The  latter 
nodded;  the  fishy  eyes  had  caught  him 
mentally  overbalanced. 

In  vain  Scobald  pleaded  for  a  raise, 
iium-firing  the  words,  "One  quid — one 
raid — one  quid  bid."  There  was  no  re- 
-ponse.  "It  is  yours,  my  friend,"  de- 
iared  Scobald  as  his  mallet  fell;  "you've 
got  it  dirt  cheap." 

Captain  Frank,  paralyzed  by  the  stun- 
ing  asininity  of  his  caper,  solemnly  paid 
nis  sovereign  and  took  his  way  back  along 
Regent  Street  toward  the  Criterion, 
counting  by  the  sense  of  touch  the  con- 
tents of  his  pocket.  Two  shillings  and 
four-pence,  and  hig  allowance  of  seven 
pounds  weekly  would  be  due  Saturday  at 
noon. 

He  entered  the  Criterion  and,  sitting 
down,  ordered  a  drink.  As  he  did  so  a 
•an  slipped  into  the  chair  across  the 
table,  saying:  "Order  one  for  me,  Frank, 


dear  boy. 
I'm  like  St. 
Paul,  hav- 
ing neither 
gold  nor  sil- 
ver." 

With  a 
cynical 
smile  Cap- 
tain Frank 
sacrificed 
hia  dinner 
for  Grand- 
on's  whisky 
and  soda, 
saying, 
"Glad  to  see 
you,  old 
man.  You 
don't  hap- 
pen to  need 
a  mummy, 
do  you." 

"Hardly. 
What's  the 
idea?" 

"I  bought 
one  this  afternoon — gave  my  last  sov.  for 
him." 

"Gad!"  Grandon's  face  took  on  a  deso- 
late look.  "And  I  wanted  to  borrow  a  quid 
Frank!  I'm  cleaned  out.  What  the  devil 
are  you  going  to  do  with  a  mummy?" 

"Haven't  the  faintest  idea,  old  chap 
■Phey  seem  to  be  a  drug  on  the  market 
.just  now." 

"Send  him  to  your  brother,  Doctor 
Tom ;  he  used  to  go  in  for  devilish  queer 
things." 


Leigh-Mervyn  ivhirled  in  his  chair  and 
fastened   his   eye    on    the   mummy   case. 


Captain  Frank  started.  By  Jove! 
Many  a  practical  joke  he  had  played  on 
his  brother.  He  laughed  aloud  as  he 
drew  a  mental  picture  of  old  Tom's  face 
when  he  saw  what  had  arrived  as  a  pre- 
sent. 

Grandon  rose,  saying:  "I'm  off  to  hunt 
that  quid.  Tom  's  out  in  Canada,  isn't 
he?    Ship  old  paraffine  'collect'." 

*     *     * 

There  had  been  five  Leigh-Mervyn 
brothers,    each    one     possessed    of    less 


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balance  than  a  tumbler  pigeon.  Doctor 
Tom  had  as  many  idiosycracies  as  Cap- 
tain Frank.  Perhaps  they  were  of 
heavier,  more  sombre  texture;  and,  while 
Captain  Frank's  revolt  against  things  as 
they  were  had  carried  him  back  to  Pic- 
cadilly, Doctor  Tom's,  more  primeval,  had 
landed  him  in  Little  Oxford,  a  village  in 
Canada.  Out  of  the  discarded  past  the 
Doctor  had  reserved  one  thing,  his  old 
Indian  servant,  Boodha. 

So  it  was  in  Little  Oxford  one  bright 
morning  that  Doctoj  Leigh-Mervyn  found 
the  following  letter  in  his  mail: 

"Dear  Brother  Tom: 

"As  we  grow  older  we  acquire  wis- 
dom; and  with  age  gradually  has  come 
to  me  a  strong  conviction  that  I  have 
not  fully  appreciated  your  many  acts 
of  kindness  in  the  past.  Waywardness 
invariably  brings  an  aftermath  of  un- 
pleasant recollection;  and  in  vain  we 
beseech  Repentance  to  obliterate  the 
scars  caused  by  the  blows  we  have 
caused  our  friends. 

"At  best  words  are  but  cheap  and 
empty  evidence  of  a  contrite  spirit;  and 
I  could  n6t  blame  you,  brother,  if  you 
were  disinclined  to  place  overmuch  re- 
liance upon  assurances  from  me  of  my 
regard  for  you.  But  that  I  am  sincere 
I  trust  you  will  believe  when  you  re- 
ceive the  small  present  I  am  sending. 
Its  intrinsic  value  is  trifling— nothing, 
as  compared  with  the  artistic  complete- 
ness of  the  whole.  I  am  sure  it  will 
prove  a  companion  to  you.  I  have  often 
thought  that  you  must  find  life  in  that 
new  country  rather  dreary  —  rather 
provincial,  and  devoid  of  pleasant  sur- 
roundings. When  you  receive  my  little 
gift  do  not  take  the  trouble  to  thank  me 
— I  shall  hardly  deserve  even  this  con- 
sideration at  your  hands;  I  shall  have 
my  reward  in  the  knowledge  of  the  fact 
that  perhaps  I  have  helped  to  brighten 
your  life. 

"Your  brother, 

"FRANK." 

"P.S. — Please  keep  this  work  of  art  in 
a  dry  place;  it  is  a  genuine  Rayneses." 


"Great  Caesar!"  exclaimed  Doctor  Tom, 
when  he  had  finished  this  epistle.  "The 
Salvation  Army  must  have  got  Frank." 
Then  he  read  it  again,  a  faint  suspicion 
crossing  his  mind  that  there  was  an  un- 
natural ring  to  its  tone. 

"Frank  repentant;  that's  lovely.  And 
buying  presents  for  his  friends;  that's 
a  miracle.  Well,  well!"  he  ejaculated, 
with  a  sigh.  "Human  nature  is  very  erra- 
tic— very  erratic.  I  hope  it's  all  right. 
I  shall  see  when  the  gift  comes.  Judging 
from  my  experience  of  brother  Frank  it 
might  be  anything  down  to  an  infernal 
machine." 

"Work  of  art,  work  of  art,"  he  re- 
peated. "A  genuine  Rameses.  Don't  re- 
member a  painter  of  that  name;  but 
Frank  mixed  up  in  art  is  too  ridiculous. 
It  will  be  a  bull  pup,  or  a  picture  of  a 
fighting  cock." 

T  N  A  few  days  advice  came  from  the 
•*■  customs  at  Toronto  of  the  arrival  of 
Captain  Frank's  box.  Doctor  Tom  had 
it  cleared  by  a  broker,  a  heavy  bill  of  costs 
paid,  and  the  box  forwarded  on. 

"This  is  a  present  from  Captain  Sahib," 
he  told  Boodha  when  it  arrived,  speaking 
the  latter's  soft  mother  language,  Hin- 
dustani. 

-  Boodha's  eyes  darkened  suspiciously; 
he  had  known  his  master's  brother  in 
India  in  the  old  days. 

Then  they  opened  the  box,  and  Rameses, 
figuratively,  stared  up  at  them  with  a 
calm  expression  born  of  a  thousand  years 
of  Nirvana.  "The  very  antiquity  of  the 
visitor  seemed  to  preclude  all  profanity — 
either  that  or  the  gruesome  absurdity  of 
the  situation.  At  all  events  Doctor  Tom 
simply  gave  a  short,  dry  laugh,  went  to 
his  library,  and  returned  with  Captain 
Frank's  letter. 

"Boodha,  you  who  are  of  the  Orient, 
and  you,  Rameses,  midway  dweller  be- 
tween the  Orient  and  the  Occident,  should 
hear  this  epistle  of  a  Saxon.  In  your 
soul,  Boodha,  there  is  no  humor — of  that 
I  have  a  thousand  proofs;  but  I  have  read 
that  Egyptians  were  given  to  levity.  So, 
my  gentle  Rameses,  it  may  be  that  you 
will  turn  jn  your  sarcophagus  and  smile 
at  this  subtle  wit  of  a  modern."     Then 


he  read  the  letter  once,  rendering  pas- 
sages into  Hindustani. 

"See,  Boodha,"  he  added,  when  he  had 
finished,  "Captain  Sahib  fears  that  I  am 
lonesome  here  with  you  and  the  natives 
of  Little  Oxford,  and  has  sent  this  other, 
this  Egyptian  to  cheer  us." 

"Huzoor,  this  is  indeed  like  unto  the 
Captain  Sahib,"  declared  Boodha.  "Did 
he  not  tie  a  live  pig  in  the  mess  kitchen 
at  Lahore  so  the  cooks,  who  were  of  my 
faith,  being  Mussulmans,  could  not  prepare 
dinner,  to  the  end  that  the  Colonel  Sahib, 
and  the  Officer  Sahib  suffered  much  pain 
because  of  their  hunger?" 

"Yes,  it's  not  unlike  my  playful 
brother,"  muttered  Doctor  Tom.  "And 
I'll  just  keep  this  matter  quiet  till  I  have 
a  chance  to  get  rid  of  our  guest  from  the 
Nile." 

'X*HE  ADVENT  of  the  coffin-shaped 
■»•  box  was  an  episode  in  Little  Oxford. 
Leigh-Mervyn  was  an  irritating  mystery. 
The  things  he  did  were  irregular,  such  as 
having  a  heathen  servant  suggestive  of 
wooden  gods,  idols,  and  other  things  per- 
taining to  the  Black  Art.  And  the  things 
the  Doctor  didn't  do  were  equally  uncan- 
onical.  He  didn't  sit  in  the  village  gro- 
cery and  gossip;  he  didn't  go  to  church; 
he  didn't  engage  in  the  soul-elevating  en- 
deavor of  money  getting.  So  the  villagers 
shot  suspicion  at  Doctor  Tom,  and  an  oc- 
casional stone  or  two  at  Boodha,  feeling 
that  they  ■were  magnanimous  in  letting  it 
rest  at  that. 

Now  while  the  village  worried  over  the 
coffin  box.  Doctor  Tom  worried  over  its 
disposal.  Rameses  got  on  his  nerves. 
Captain  Frank  had  not  thought  of  this 
part  of  the  mummy's  mission,  but  never- 
theless the  Egyptian  was  making  himself 
felt.  It  was  like  an  evil  spirit  in  the 
house.  A  corpse  would  have  been  bad 
enough  but  this,  that  had  been  dead  for 
two  thousand  years,  was  worse;  it  was 
symbol  of  the  decay  of  a  vast  empire. 

Unfortunately  Doctor  Tom  had  just 
dipped  enough  into  Egyptian  lore  to  rea- 
lize the  presence  of  the  mummy's  indis- 
cernible ka — the  Egyptian  conception  of 
the  Aspect.  As  well  might  the  Pharoah 
himself   be   stalking  about  the   Doctor's 


Rameses  stared  up  at  them  with  a  calm  expression. 


M  A  C  1.  E  iV  N  '  S    M  A  Ci  A  Z  I  N  E 


halls.  It  was  as  though  a  wretched  neme- 
sis had  come  up  out  of  the  dead  past  of 
the  Orient  to  sit  grinning  at  his  board. 

'TPHEN  Doctor  Tom  hit  upon  a  plan— 
*  a  brilliant  plan.  He  was  leaving  that 
night  for  Ottawa  on  business.  Why  not 
present  Rameses  to  his  dear  friend  there, 
Professor  Bachmann,  antiquarian  and  all 
the  rest  of  it;  a  lover  of  dry  bones  and 
parched  cuticle  —  the  dryer  and  more 
parched  the  more  precious. 

Leigh-Mervyn  chuckled  at  this  happy 
solution ;  it  also  gave  him  a  chance  to 
score  over  the  villagers.  They  would 
be  consumed  with  curiosity  as  to  what 
was  in  the  strange-looking  box.  Now  it 
would  have  popped  into  the  village  and 
out  again  and  they  could  go  on  wonder- 
ing for  the  rest  of  their  natural  lives. 

He  tacked  a  card  on  the  lid  and,  with 
the  servant's  assistance  placed  it  in  the 
hall,  saying:  "I'm  going  to  Ottawa  for 
two  days,  Boodha,  and  will  give  this  ac- 
cursed wanderer  to  a  sahib  there.  I  will 
tell  the  expressman  to  come  for  it  in  the 
morning." 

Boodha  had  a  perpetual  presentiment 
of  evil  hanging  over  his  turbaned  head  in 
Little  Oxford,  largely  due,  no  doubt,  to 
the  hardness  of  the  cobble  stones  his 
anatomy  had  intercepted  on  their  winged 
flight  from  happy  youth's  reckless  hands. 
He  had  also  taken  very  literally  their  ex- 
pressed intention  of  offering  him  up  as 
a  human  sacrifice.  But  now,  when  he 
begged  to  accompany  his  master,  the  lat- 
ter laughed  at  his  fears  and  told  him  to 
sit  tight — hold  the  fort. 

With  misgivings  Boodha  saw  his  mas- 
ter depart,  and  sundry  manifestations 
through  the  first  hours  of  the  night  deep- 
ened the  Mussulman's  fears.  Some  of  the 
young  hoodlums  prowling  about,  imbued 
ijy  mischievous  curiosity,  were  seen  by 
him.  Half  crazed  by  fear  he  ran  the 
gamut  of  his  chances  alone  amongst  these 
blood-thirsty  sahibs,  and  saw  little  left 
but  a  choice  between  being  murdered  in 
the  house  or  slaughtered  if  he  sought  to 
escape. 


"You  didnt'  speak,  did  you,  Oswald — it  sounded  like  a  gasp." 


p^  EAR  quickened  his  sense  of  self-pre- 
^  servation,  and,  like  his  master,  he  hit 
upon  a  brilliant  idea.  Of  course,  kneel- 
ing on  his  little  prayer  rug  he  had  of- 
fered up  a  most  fervant  prayer  for  wis- 
dom to  Allah;  so  this  inspiration  was  un- 
doubtedly the  favor  of  the  true  god.  The 
box  was  to  follow  the  Doctor  Sahib  to 
Ottawa  in  the  morning,  and  he  would 
occupy  it.  Allah  be  praised;  how  com- 
plete a  deliverance.  What  his  master 
might  think  of  the  escapade,  the  possible 
"  inconvenience  of  the  journey,  everything, 
was  as  nothing,  swept  away  in  the  flood  of 
exuberant  joy  the  prospect  of  escape 
brought  to  Boodha.  Quite  irreverently 
he  haled  the  dead  king  from  the  sarcoph- 
agus in  which  he  had  nested  for  cen- 
turies, and  placed  him  in  the  Doctor's  big 
arm  chair  saying,  "Sit  you  here,  one 
of  an  unknown   name." 

As  Boodha  released  his  hold  and  step- 
ped back,  the  mummy  slid  to  the  floor,  re- 
clining against  the  chair  in  groggy  aban- 
don. Something  of  dread  smote  upon 
Boodha's  heart,  a  feeling  that  he  had  been 
guilty  of  disrespect  to  the  dead ;  there  was 
a  suggestion  about  the  mummy  that  it 
might  rise  up  at  any  moment  and  revile 
him — call  curses  down  upon  his  head. 

"In  the  name  of  Allah!"  he  muttered. 
"I  shall  go  mad  gazing  upon  this  sainted 


one  that  no  doubt  was  a  benefactor  of 
the  poor,  and  holy,  indeed." 

Even  as  he  spoke  Boodha  was  running 
over  in  his  mind  the  divers  corners  of 
seclusion  in  the  house.  "Allah  be 
praised !"  he  exclaimed,,"!  have  it."  Call- 
ing upon  the  dead  Egyptian  to  forgive 
him,  and  explaining  the  delights  of  pri- 
vacy, he  carried  the  mummy  to  his  mas- 
ter's bedroom,  stood  him  up  in  a  small 
clothes  closet,  and  locked  the  door. 

A  LL  NIGHT  the  Mussulman  worked, 
^^-  and  prayed,  and  talked,  never  sleep- 
ing. He  bored  small  airholes  in  the  box, 
arranged  the  lid  so  that  he  could  fasten  it 
with  hooks  from  the  inside,  and  dragged 
it  out  to  the  verandah.  In  the  morning  he 
ate  a  hearty  meal,  locked  the  door,  crept 
into  the  box,  closed  the  lid,  and  waited. 
Soon  there  was  the  rumble  of  wheels, 
the  harsh  voice  of  McGinnis,  the  dray- 
man, and  his  aggressive  feet  beating  the 
board  walk.  Even  for  a  drayman  Mc- 
Ginnis would  have  been  considered  pro- 
fane; oaths  entered  into  his  plan  '  of 
vocal  decoration  as  red  and  yellow  en- 
liven the  color  scheme  of  a  macaw.  He 
kicked  the  door  and  commanded  the  pagan 
idolator  to  come  out  and  give  him  a  hand 
with  the  box.  For  reasons,  not  obvious 
to  McGinnis,  Boodha  did  not  appear.    In- 


deed, he  almost  ceased  to  breathe,  his 
fear  of  the  irate  Irishman  was  so  great. 

In  vain  McGinnis  pounded  on  the  door; 
in  vain  he  hurled  strange  oaths  at  the  in- 
visible servant;  the  house  remained 
strangely  silent.  Something  of  suspicious 
mystery  laid  its  subduing  touch  upon  the 
drayman.  The  pagan  servant  had  been 
left  behind — where  was  he  now?  Per- 
haps he  had  been  murdered — a  curious 
dread,  unreasoning,  primitive,  seized  Mc- 
Ginnis. He  shouldered  the  box,  muttering 
weird  conjectures  and  dumped  it  into  his 
dray  with  a  vicious  slam  that  all  but 
knocked  the  breath  out  of  poor  frightened 
Boodha. 

Within  an  hour  the  Mussulman  was 
speeding  per  express,  toward  his  master; 
while  McGinnis  was  pouring  his  dark  sus- 
picions into  the  ears  of  the  villagers. 

A  T  THE  first  humming  drone  of  the 
-^^  iron  wheels  the  traveller  muttered 
rapturously:  "Allah!  Allah  be  praised!" 
After  a  few  hours  confinement  he  was 
sobbing:  "Allah  have  mercy  on  me,  child 
of  affliction!"  At  Ottawa  poor  Boodha 
was  in  a  state  of  collapse ;  by  the  time  he 
was  delivered  at  Professor  Bachmann's 
antiquarian  junk-shop  residence  he  was 
unconscious. 

Continued  on  page  95. 


Grey  Cloud 

By  Jack  Hines 

Author  of  "Seegar-Cigarette,"  "The  Blue  Streak,"  etc. 


IN  CRAG  HART  could  be  encountered 
all  the  elemental  units  which  entitled 
him  to  be  rightfully  termed  the  King 
of  the  Alaskan  dog-punchers.  He  was  the 
breathing,  implacable,  Indian-like  embodi- 
ment of  that  sacred  crew  of  Arctic  spar- 
tans,  tabulated  and  indexed  as  the  "out- 
post" mail  carriers. 

Hart's  regular  run  lay  between  the 
Kaltag  portage  station  on  the  lower 
Yukon,  and  the  Northern  terminal  point 
of  the  three  thousand  mile  route,  at  Nome. 
It  was  about  the  toughest,  most  deceit- 
ful stretch  of  three  hundred  miles  in  all 
the  known  Northland.  It  is  yet,  for  that 
matter,  for,  until  some  profound  geo- 
logical change  occurs,  or  some  distinct 
alteration  of  the  North  setting  sea  cur- 
rents is  brought  about,  the  Norton  Sound 
winter  trail  will  always  continue  to  be, 
the  most  prolific  of  the  Behring  grave- 
yards. 

Cross-cutting  or  skirting  this  treacher- 
ous bit  of  the  trail  in  the  ordinary  routine 
of  duty,  had  sluiced  away  the  youthlike 
contours  of  Crag  Hart's  face,  and  had  left 
in  their  place,  gouged  caverns  and  rock- 
like angles.  These  granite  features  were 
marked  with  a  white  gash  that  extended 
from  the  lobe  of  his  left  ear  to  the  cleft 
of  his  chin,  straight  across  the  jaw. 

He  was  the  senior  mail  carrier  in  the 
Northland,  a  human  spring  of  vitalized 
energy,  set  in  a  steel-knit  frame.  Hart, 
on  each  of  his  schedule  trips,  shook  old 
grim  Death  by  the  hand  and  snarled  de- 
fiance into  his  very  face. 


N' 


OW  HE  was  "summerin'  with  the 
dogs."  With  his  team  pack  he  was 
indolently  resting  the  summer  away.  The 
open  season  was  the  trailman's  play  spell. 
Drowsily  leaning  against  the  sun-soaked 
front  of  "Jourdan's  Rest"  Crag  dreamed 
of  the  world  beyond  the  southern  horizon 
and  wondered  if  ever  he  would  break  the 
link  that  kept  him  chained  to  this  heart- 
less man-breaking  country,  that  had  no 
use  for  any  living  thing  except  to  crush 
and  grind  it  beneath  a  merciless  heel. 

At  his  feet,  stretched  in  majestic  re- 
pose, lay  the  inseparable  companion  of  all 
his  pleasures  and  pains — the  famed  wolf- 
bred  leader  malamute — Grey  Cloud.  The 
dog  was  enjoying  his  "Ock-tu-chin-ick- 
tuc" — the  big  sleep — to  which  he  was  just- 
ly entitled,  after  a  winter  of. the  most 
severe  trail  service  he  had  as  yet  endured. 

It  is  barely  possible  that  the  wolf  leader 
was  at  the  moment  living  over  the  event 
from  which  he  had  come  forth  knighted 
in  the  eyes  of  all  northern  dogs  and  men. 
In  hisxleep  sleep  he  gave  a  faraway  sort 
of  wild  call,  and  Crag  from  the  medita- 
tions of  what  awaited  him  across  the  seas 
— fell  to  stroking  the  livid  crease  along 
his  chin-line. 

Before  his  eyes  swam  an  incessant  par- 
ade of  the  summer  season  arrivals  but 
recently  deposited  on  the  beach  and  all 
alive  to  make  of  the  ninety  day's  daylight 
one  long  active  period.  It  was  to  Hart 
a  myriad-hued  whirl  which  made  him 
stroke  more  determinedly  the  still  fresh 
scar  on  his  face.  As  he  did  so  he  edged 
his  foot  out  under  the  ribs  of  the  dog  so 


as  to  feel  the  deep  breathing  of  the  beast. 
He  felt  Grey  Cloud,  too,  would  like  to 
know,  even  though  sleeping,  that  the  one 
thing  he  adored  above  life  was  right  by 
his  side.  This  master  never  withheld  any 
evidence  of  affection  from  his  dog. 

The  milling  crowds  seemed  to  spin  be- 
fore Hart's  eyes.  They  took  shape  in  his 
reverie  as  the  blinding  whiteness  of  the 
snows  in  that  fiercest  blizzard  of  the  year. 
The  bright  splotches  of  color  that  flashed 
across  his  brain  resolved  to-  an  intermin- 
able streak  of  fighting  red — the  crimson 
guide  posts  set  by  his  government  to  hold 
the  Sound  voyagers  to  the  true  trail  in 
thick   going. 

"How  did  it  all  come  and  get  by  and 
over  with  so  quickly?"  he  pondered.  Crag 
had  really  not  quite  retrieved  his  bearings 
— there  was  a  mystic  uncanniness  that  he 
could  not  rid  himself  of — it  was  the  up- 
ending of  the  ice  that  staggered  him  now 
as  he  again  tried  to  figure  it  all  out.  The 
flash  of  white,  and  the  human  cry  from 
Grey  Cloud  as  his  tusks  missed  Crag's 
drill  parka  and  instead  found  a  hold  in 
his  jaw — there  was  nothing  indefinable 
about  that!  Ah,  no.  He  —  Crag — was 
here!  He  was  breathing  warm  air.  He 
saw  the  procession  of  his  fellowmen.  And 
why  was  that?  The  answer  lay  a  pul- 
sating, adoring  servant  at  his  feet,  taking 
his  rest,  not  his  pay — Grey  Cloud's  pay 
was  the  commission  laid  before  him  for 

execution,  at  command  of  his  master! 
*     *     * 

"Don't  take  any  chances  on  beating  the 
break-up,  Crag."  These  were  the  words 
that  Corbersier,  the  river  relay  man,  had 
spoken  as  he  delivered  the  mail  pouches. 

"I  sufipose  you're  going  to  tell  me  what 
to  do  on  this  playground  of  mine,"  Crag 
had  returned  good  humoredly. 

"I  certainly  got  a  chill  or  two  when  I 
left  Nulato  yesterday.  Crag.  The  old 
river  was  growling  and  seemed  like  to  me 
that  she  just  wanted  to  buckle  up  and 
blast  the  ice  all  over  the  Yukon  valley. 
It  just  made  me  think  of  you  and  this 
stretch  across  the  Sound  that  you  have 
to  make  to-day.  So  you  don't  mind  old 
pal  if  I  sort  of  get  it  off'  my  chest?" 

Crag  knew  the  kindliness  and  concern 
behind  Corbersier's  warning.  Besides  he 
knew  the  significance  of  the  Yukon  signs. 
The  trail  spoke  to  these,  her  sons.  Her 
language,  although  mysterious,  was  read- 
ily understood  by  the  dogmen  and  seldom 
went  unheeded.  Crag  had  had  his  mes- 
sage the  day  before  while  on  the  run  from 
Chief  Isaac's  Point  to  Shaktolik. 

A  ND  HE  had  hardly  started  on  his 
■^*-  run  across  the  Sound  when  it  came  to 
him  with  unmistakable  meaning  from  his 
head  malamute  Grey  Cloud. 

The  dog,  although  holding  true  to  the 
trail  stakes,  was  ever  for  throwing  his 
head  toward  the  open  sea  and  sniffing  the 
sharp  air  as  though  it  contained  some 
menace  from  which  he  must  fly.  He  called 
to  the  team  dogs  for  further  action.  "Race 
with  me  mates!"  That's  what  it  appeared 
he  wanted  to  impress  upon  the  string. 

A  shroudlike  mist  hung  heaving  and 
billowing  between  the  ice  and  the  spring- 


time sun.  The  tang  of  salt  was  in  the 
air  to  Crag,  riding  the  supple  birch  sleigh 
rail  with  his  feet  entwined  in  its  sup- 
porting standards,  gave  Cloud  the  "Home- 
ward Ho"  command  that  sent  him  on  like 
a  projectile  from  the  cannon's  mouth. 
What  lay  before  the  dog  held  no  terror  for 
him.  Once  for  a  brief  instant  the  sun 
broke  through  the  vapor  and  showed  a 
mocking  fire  ball— it  was  dull  blood-red 
and  sinister.  To  Crag  it  appeared  as  a 
scroll  fraught  with  dreadful  punishment. 
Its  weird  light  was  as  abruptly  with- 
drawn as  it  had  appeared,  leaving  a 
smokelike  shaft  of  ghostly  light  where  it 
had  broken  through  the  mist. 

POR  THREE  hours  Grey  Cloud  plung- 
■*■  ed  on  with  his  lead  line  strung  out 
taut  and  infected  every  dog  in  the  team 
with  his  indomitable  spirit.  There  were 
times  that  the  guide  posts  were  obliter- 
ated by  the  drifting  snow,  but  the  leader's 
sense  of  direction  never  failed  him.  He 
caught  up  with  and  passed  them  with  suc- 
cessive precision  which  made  for  Crag  the 
task  of  driving  the  dogs  a  matter  of  mini- 
mum eff'ort.  When  Grey  Cloud  was  given 
his  head,  he  was  the  master-mind  of  the 
mail  outfit. 

What  lay  beyond  the  black  shade  that 
loomed  before  the  lunging  dogs  was  the 
thing  that  now  caused  Crag  to  shoot  out 
his  underjaw.  The  darkness  of  that  cloud 
screen  was  as  a  battle  line  for  the  trail 
kings.  They  threw  themselves  against 
it,  eager  to  grapple  with  the  worst  it  held 
for  them. 

And  then  it  threw  itself  against  them. 
They  were  picked  up  as  though  the  en- 
tire outfit  were  but  a  speck  of  chaff  and 
whirled  out  in  the  vortex  of  a  titanic  ice 
tornado.  Grey  Cloud  squealed  like  a 
trapped  wolf  as  he  lurched  blindly  on,  his 
ears  laid  back  close  to  his  head,  his  tail 
double-screwed  to  his  back  so  that  his 
team  could  see  that  no  matter  what  the 
elements  had  on  their  firing  line  still  he, 
the  dog,  was  unafraid  and  defiant. 

There  was  no  sign  of  a  trail,  there  was 
nothing  but  the  whistle  and  screeching 
of  the  drift.  It  seemed  that  great  winged 
birds  were  also  being  blown  about  in  that 
maelstrom,  beating  their  wings  about, 
muttering  ghastly  guttural  moans.  Crag, 
veteran  of  these  ice  highways,  was  at  the 
point  of  calling  the  "Come  in"  command. 
There  is  but  one  thing  to  do  when  the  very 
God  above  shows  nothing  but  a  clenched 
fist;  and  that  is  to  pull  up  and  strike  camp 
— to  cover  up;  man  and  dogs  huddled  to- 
gether; to  be  blanketed  by  the  snows; 
and  then  to  wait.  No  human  being  has  a 
yet  been  successful  in  a  battle  against  a 
Norton  Sound  blizzard. 

"When  it's  time  to  lay  down  and  quit, 
he'll  come  in  of  his  own  accord.  What's 
the  use  of  me  butting  in  on  this  business?" 
thought  Crag.  "'This  is  Cloud's  own 
game.  He  knows  every  angle  of  it.  And 
what  I  know  of  the  trail  work,  he  has 
taught  me!  But  I'd  like  to  know  whert 
the  hell  we  are,  just  at  this  present  min- 
ute. As  far  as  I  personally  am  concerned, 
we're  gone!" 

These  were  the   disturbing  reflections 


M  A  C  L  P:  A  N  '  S    MAGAZINE 


1.') 


that  consumed  the  mail  carrier  as  he 
clutched  the  handle  bars  and  shoved  the 
sleipfh  along  in  whatever  direction  that 
Grey  Cloud  was  leading  them  on.  The 
snow  lashed  them  viciously.  It  was  wet 
and  gleetlike.  There  were  times  that  Crag 
was  certain  it  wasn't  snow  at  all  that 
whipped  his  face.  Itwas«pray!  That's 
what  it  was,  ocean  spray!  They  were  not 
far  from  open  water!  And  that's  why 
(irey  Cloud  wouldn't  "come  in"  and  sug- 
gest the  laying  to  until  the  blizzard  blew 
over. 

Everything  was  a  dull,  indistinct  lead 
color.  The  dog  had  absolutely  nothing  to 
guide  him  on — nothing  but  a  heaven- 
given  instinct  that  Crag  had  long  since 
come  to  respect,  as  he  did  nothing  else 
on  earth.  Once  Crag  started,  and  cried 
a  high  pitched  "Haw,  boy!"  Crag  heard 
the  splashing  of  great  sea  monsters. 
Every  dog  in  the  team  heard  it,  too.  And 
they  heard  the  uncanny  yawing-like  cries 
of  sea  lions— ogrooks,  we  call  them  here 
in  Alaska — as  they  sported  in  the  black- 
ness of  the  Sound  waters.  But  the  water 
they  never  did  see.  Grey  Cloud  came  off 
the  tack  upon  which  he  had  been  running 
and  raced  away  from  the  swishing  sounds 
frantically. 

C  UDDENLY  the  dog  found  himself 
•^  thrashing  on  in  thick  snow  that  walled 
up  before  him.  It  was  like  climbing  a 
mountain  of  soft  drift  that  gave  no  grip 
to  his  feet.  Then  he  broke  through  and 
felt  the  sickening  waters  about  his  toes — 
slush  it  was,  greasy,  dangerous  slush — 
half  snow  and  half  water.  The  dogs 
pressed  him  close  now.  They  were  filled 
with  the  fear  they  could  suppress  no 
longer.  They  whimpered  their  misgiv- 
ings and  snapped  at  each  other.  Then 
they  shot  down  an  incline  like  a  tobog- 
gan dip.  The  ice  had  upheaved  behind 
them  and  tossed  the  whole  outfit  into  the 
trough  of  its  break.  Water  surged  about 
them  in  a  terrifying  flood.  Grey  Cloud 
plunged  at  the  wall  which  rose  before  him 
sheer  and  precipitous.  He  gained  the 
crest  of  it  and  gave  tongue  to  a  wild  cry 
of  conquest.  As  he  did  so  he  jerked  the 
whole  team  and  sleigh  with  such  abrupt 
force  that  Crag,  who  had  been  hanging  to 
the  handle  bars,  felt  them  slip  from  his 
grasp.  As  he  fell  back  into  the  cairn- 
like crevice,  he  called  to  the  dogs  and 
frantically  grappled  with  hands  and  feet 
to  get  some  hold  that  would  lift  him  to  the 
trail  level.  But,  the  more  he  endeavored 
to  scale  the  yielding  snow,  the  deeper  did 
he  sink.  It  was  like  quicksand ;  his  efforts 
to  free  himself  from  the  maw  of  the  snow 
cave  accomplished  nothing  but  to  more 
firmly  embed  him  in  its  depths.  Crag 
raised  his  eyes  to  the  darkness  that  ob- 
scured the  heavens  and  breathed  a  few 
fervent  words  to  the  God  who  had  never 
deserted  him  before. 

1_T  E  FELT  that  he  was  sinking  slo,wly, 
^  -*■  deeper  and  deeper  to  the  bottom  of 
the  suddenly-formed  ice  cave.  How  far  it 
was  to  that  bottom  he  couldn't  tell — water 
covered  it.  It  seemed  to  Crag  that  it  must 
have  been  a  tidal  wave  that  rushed  behind 
them  and  carried  the  ice  before  it  as  a 
river  carries  logs  on  the  crest  of  its  surg- 
ing current.  'The  water  was  seeping  up 
the  snow  in  which  he  was  now  embedded. 
Crag  found  heart  to  thank  his  God  that 
He  hadn't  sent  along  a  chilling  tempera- 
ture with  the  break-up  storm.  He  prayed 
for  the  dogs  too,  and  especially  for  Grey 
Cloud.    How  long  would  the  heroic  leader 


go  on  before  he  discovered  that  his  master 
no  longer  rode  to  runners,  or  plunged 
along  behind  the  sleigh  hanging  on  to 
the  handle  bars? 

Crag  breathed  deep  and  called  his  lead- 
er's name  at  the  top  pitch  of  his  lungs. 
It  sounded  to  him  as  though  the  blizzard 
fiends  mockingly  took  his  cry  and  hurled 
it  back  to  him  in  his  cave.  He  tried  a  final 
move  to  gain  freedom,  but  it  cost  him  a 
few  inches  in  distance  toward  the  inky 
water  beneath  him.  He  relaxed  himself 
then  and  thoughts  that  embraced  long 
forgotten  episodes  in  his  life  came  to  him 
— an  endless  phantasmagoria.  , 

But  king  of  the  trailmen  he  still  was, 
and  even  though  he  saw  his  life  unfold 
before  him  and  realization  of  what  that 
meant  at  this  moment — he  again  offered 
praise  to  the  Almighty  that  he  had  lived  a 
full  and  useful  life.  The  world  owed  him 
nothing.  But  Grey  Cloud,  what  would 
become  of  him?  Who  would  take  care  of 
him?  Where  was  he  now?  Crag  fought 
back  choking  tears  at  the  thought  of  the 
malamute  mourning  for  his  lost  master. 

A  T  THAT  very  moment  Grey  Cloud 
•^*-  was  doing  precious  little  mourning — 
he  was  piling  back  as  fast  as  legs  of 
lead  would  permit,  toward  the  spot  where 
last  he  had  heard  his  owner's  voice.  The 
dog  remembered  one  call  distinctly.  It 
was  just  as  the  ice  eruption  occurred,  but 
he  had  thought  it  a  cheer  to  blend  with 
his  own  battle  cry.  He  must  have  gone 
on  a  mile  before  he  realized  that  the  fam- 
iliar chirp,  or  the  encouraging  "yip-yip" 
were  missing  in  the  screeching  winds  at 
his  back.  He  stopped  and  cast  a  look  at 
the  sleigh  to  see  that  the  beloved  form 
was  there  no  more.  There  was  no  inter- 
val of  indecision  in  his  next  move.  He 
fairly  catapulted  the  string  on  the  back- 
track. Whiner,  his  gee-side  swing  trailer, 
whimpered  a  plaintive  remonstrance 
which  started  the  whole  team  crying  in 
reluctance.  It  was  just  what  the  supreme 
leader  required  to  bring  all  his  fighting 
blood  to  a  seething  boil. 

He  plunged  forward  dragging  the  en- 
tire six  after  him  —  bang  into  the  on- 
slaught of  the  steel-splintered  snow. 
Guided  by  nothing  but  his  marvelous  dog 
sense  —  or  supersense  —  and  fighting 
every  malamute  behind  him,  he  dug  on, 
calling  upon  every  atom  in  his  body  for 
its  last  effort  to  get  back  to  where  his  mas- 
ter now  awaited  him.  The  team  dogs  hung 
back — they  uragged — at  least  it  so  felt  to 
Grey  Cloud;  but  really,  now,  they  were 
responding  to  their  leader's  control  over 
them  and  were  doing  their  utmost.  But 
that  utmost  was  way  below  what  the 
leader  demanded  just  then.  It  was  a 
snail's  pace  for  Grey  Cloud. 

A  ND  THEN  it  came  to  him.  The  voice 
-^*-  of  his  master  ahead — dead  ahead! 
It  sped  to  Grey  Cloud  on  the  howling  blast 
of  the  south-wester.  Like  a  powerful 
chord  of  deep  music  the  well-known  ken- 


nel call  of  Crag  struck  into  his  soul — and 
not  only  his — it  also  filled  the  rest  of  the 
dog's  with  the  lust  to  win  speedily  to 
their  master's  aid.  They  all  plowed  on 
in  desperation.  They  felt  the  sleigh 
careen  and  then  turn  over  completely  as 
they  lunged  into  a  mountainous  obstacle 
of  heaved-up  ice  and  drift-snow.  Its  bow 
runners  shot  into  this  opposing  face  and 
stuck  the  sleigh  there  like  a  barb — firmly 
anchored. 

The  wheeler  team  sprawled  helplessly 
on  the  ridge  of  the  upheaval,  while  the 
rest  of  the  team  hung  suspended  below 
them  in  a  mist-filled  yawning  pit.  Grey 
Cloud,  their  leader,  had  recognized  this 
spot  the  instant  that  it  loomed  before  him 
and  without  a  thought  for  what  may  come 
behind  him,  he  dived  clear  of  its  brink — 
in  his  nostrils  the  body  scent  of  the  only 
thing  that  existed  in  his  world. 

The  lead  malamute  felt  the  impetus 
of  his  plunge  suddenly  checked — but  not 
out  of  gripping  reach  of  the  all  but  oblit- 
erated form  of  his  beloved  master.  Crag 
had  sunk  deeper— almost  too  deep.  His 
head  had  dropped  forward  to  his  chest. 
He  had  about  given  up  when  through  his 
glazed  eyes  he  saw — or  seemed  to  see — 
a  fierce,  wild-looking  thing  of  grey  spring 
clear  of  the  crater  brim.  Crag  saw  in 
that  flashing  fraction  of  time  a  fighting 
pair  of  ears  laid  flat  against  a  wide  wolf 
head,  he  saw  four  gleaming  ivory  tusks 
in  a  red  mouth,  and  his  ears  were  filled 
with  Grey  Cloud's  triumphant  squeal  as 
the  beast  volplaned  to  where  he  was. 

Black,  brilliant  eyes  shone  into  his 
dulled  ones;  Crag  felt  the  hot  breath  of 
his  incomparable  trail  dog  on  his  cheek 
and  then  he  knew  the  sharp  pain  of  a  cut 
that  laid  his  jaw  open  as  though  it 
had  been  slashed  with  a  lance.  The  blood 
spurted  from  the  wound  and  with  its 
surge  Crag  was  brought  back  to  a  vivid 
realization  of  things  temporal.  Grey 
Cloud's  fangs  had  missed  his  parka  the 
first  time.     But  his  next  grip  held. 


r^  RAG  felt  a  hand  press  his  shoulder. 
^  His  memories  slipped  away  and  he 
opened  his  eyes  to  see  Corbersier,  the 
river  man,  standing  before  him. 

"Hello,  Crag,"  said  Uie.  bronzed  mail 
carrier.  "I'm  over  to  see  Ross  about 
raisin'  our  pay.  That  last  trip  I  made 
back  to  Nulato  makes  me  think  the  work 
is  worth  more  money.  How  did  you  make 
it  across  the  Sound?  All  O.K.  I  hope. 
You  found  your  playground  a  bit  wet, 
didn't  you?" 

"Yes,  Corbersier,  it  was  a  bit  wet,  but 
the  sport  had  its  compensations,"  said 
Crag  reflectively  as  the  other  stalked  off. 

Crag  breathed  deeply  of  the  warm  air. 

"Gee,  'Cloud,  this  sun  is  wonderful,"  he 
whispered  to  the  slumbering  dog.  "And 
God  is  God  above  all — and  as  for  you,  old 
boy,  what  dog  words  are  there,  that  I 
can  bark  or  howl  long  enough,  to  tell  you 
what  you  are!" 


A  Splendid  Feature  Coming 

"SUNSHINE  IN  MARIPOSA" 

By  STEPHEN  LEACOCK 


Why  Wilson  is  Waiting 

By  Agnes  C.  Laut 

Who  wrote  "Tfie  War  Situation  in  the  United  States,"  etc. 


EDITOR'S  NOTE.— Zh- //*e  Jane,  1916,  issue  of  MacEean's. 
Agnes  C.  Laid  told  of  the  German  plot  in  Mexico,  which  was  revealed 
in  the  American  Senate  ten  days  ago.  The  article  published  at  that 
time  gave  full  details,  of  the  plotting  of  Von  Papen  and  Ilorst  von  der 
Goltz;  how  both  Villa  and  Carranza  were  being  financed  and  supplied 
luith  arms;  in  short,  how  trouble  for  Uncle  Sam  was  being  stirred  up. 
il/m  Laut's  articles  in  MacLean's  have  for  the  past  two  years  given 
the  inside  story  of  German  activities  on  this  side  of  the  Atlantic;  they 
have  teemed  with  information  that  no  other  publication  has  dared  to 
give  and  that*no  other  writer  has  been  in  a  position  to  secure. 
MacLean's  has  been  consistently  "scooping"  the  continent.  The 
follovnng  article  was  in  type  two  weeks  before  the  exposure  of  Bern- 
storff's  Mexican  plots    .<>o    completely    upset    the    diplomatic  world. 


HISTORY  is  being  enacted  in  the 
United  States  to-day  a  great  deal 
faster  than  it  can  be  written. 

As  I  write,  American  ships  are  moving 
out  of  New  York  harbor  for  European 
ports  in  defiance  of  Germany's  submarine 
zone.  They  are  not  arming  for  the  pre- 
sent because  if  they  were  armed  that 
fact  might  seem  to  give  excuse  for  Ger- 
many's attacks  on  neutral  merchantmen. 
As  I  write  also,  American  ships  are  being 
sunk.  Several  American  lives  have  been 
lost  on  ships  torpedoed  by  German  sub- 
marines. Congress  has  endorsed  the  Pre- 
sident and  the  President  has  flatly  refused 
to  parley  any  more  with  German  diplom- 
acy. Bernstorff  has  sailed  for  Germany 
and  the  whole  country  here  is  smarting 
with  suppressed  fury  over  the  indignities 
shown  the  American  Ambassador  and  his 
staff. 

Why,  then,  has  the  President  seemed 
to  hesitate?  I  cannot  answer  that.  I 
can  only  set  (iown  a  series  of  occurrences 
and  facts  from  which  you  must  draw  your 
own  inferences. 

XT  O  SOONER  had  the  diplomatic  break 
■'•  ^  taken  place  than  American  house- 
holds employing  German  servants  were 
startled  by  the  sudden  leave  taking  of 
Gardener,  furnace  man,  butler,  waiter — 
of  German  birth.  A  dozen  households  in 
Washington  and  New  York  awakened  one 
morning  to  find  there  was  no  man  to 
-shovel  the  snow ;  there  was  no  cook.  The 
German  chauffeur  had  left.  The  German 
butler  was  ill.  The  German  furnace  man 
had  a  colic.  The  German  clerk  had  a  sud- 
den chilblain.  Grocer,  baker,  candlestick 
maker — all  had  some  sudden  call  from 
their  daily  vocation.  Nor  liad  the  thing 
arisen  from  discourtesy  or  hostility  from 
the  American  public.  The  American  pub- 
lic is  the  most  patient  and  good  natured 


in  the  wide  world.    It  has  been  too  patient 
for  two  and  a  half  long  years. 

But  just  now  people  have  realized  how 
terribly  near  the  nation  is  hovering  to  an 
abyss.  There  is  restraint.  There  is 
studied  carefulness.  Bernstorff,  whose 
staff  have  perpetrated  every  crime  in  the 
calendar,  which  one  nation  could  plot 
against  another,  left  these  shores  without 
one  word  or  sign  of  hostility  from  New 
York  to  San  Francisco.  But  please  note 
— there  was  no  cheering.  Except  for  the 
hand  wavings  of  his  own  personal  friends, 
there  was  not  a  signal  of  kindliness  as  the 
steamer  moved  away  from  her  dock. 
Bernstorff  must  have  been  conscious  of 
the  frigid  atmosphere ;  for  he  deliberately 
prolonged  his  shaving  the  morning  he 
went  on  board  to  avoid  showing  himself 
to  observ,ers;  and  when  he  did  present 
himself  over  the  steamer  rail  for  the 
squad  of  camera  men,  he  was  careful  to 
appear  with  his  wife — an  American  wo- 
man— and.the  wife — also  another  Ameri- 
can woman — of  a  member  of  his  staff;  but 
the  Count  need  have  had  no  apprehen- 
sions. There  was  none  of  the  mob  mani- 
festation that  hounded  him  after  the  Lusi- 
tania.  There  has  been  no  sign  of  hostility 
to  any  German  in  the  United  States. 
Why,  then,  the  hurried  hegira  of  German 
servants;  and  whither? 

It  has  been  very  much  like  last  winter, 
when  the  U.S.  Secret  Service  got  wind 
of  German  Reservists  being  massed  on 
the  Canadian  border.  A  sudden  order 
had  been  sent  out  from  the  German  Em- 
bassy for  all  Germans  to  hide  or  get  rid 
of  personal  arms.  If  exposure  came,  the 
German  Reservists — of  whom  there  ar>e 
600,000  in  the  United  States— were  not 
going  to  be  caught  with  "the  goods  on." 

In  this  case,  the  U.S.  Secret  Service  put 
shadows  on  the  trail  of  the  Germans  sud- 
denly   throwing    up    their    regular    jobs. 
Please  note!      Where   did 
they    go?      One    and     all 
headed    for    the    Mexican 
border.      For   a   few   days 
it  was  thought  Bernstorff, 
himself, 
might  retire 
to     Mexico; 
and  old  fluf- 
fy whisker- 
ed   Carran- 
za, who  has 
been  a  pup- 


pet   in     the 

hands       of 

w  h  atever 

plotter   put 

up  the  most 

money,    sig- 
^  nalized    the 

occasion    by 

wiring  a  re- 
quest     for 

the     United 

States      "to 

prohibit  the 

exportation 

of  all  munitions."  Also,  Villa,  the  bandit 
leader,  signalized  the  occasion  by  rising 
from  the  dead  and  raiding  the  American 
border  just  as  Pershing  withdrew  his 
troops.  Obregon,  Madregon,  Trevino — 
one  leader  of  Irish  origin  (O'Brien),  two 
of  German — suddenly  became  very  active. 
And  the  election  in  Cuba  suddenly  flamed 
into  a  "baby"  revolution.  Please  remem- 
ber some  facts  here!  It  was  along  the 
border  of  Mexico  that  Von  Rintelen,  Von 
Papen  and  Boy-Ed  laid  some  of  the  deep- 
est plots.  It  was  in  Mexican  waters  that 
German  submarines,  operating  on  this 
side  of  the  Atlantic,  were  supposed  to 
have  had  a  base  to  lie  in  wait  for  oil  tank- 
ers carrying  oil  from  Mexico  to  the  Brit 
ish  navy.  And  it  was  in  Mexico  that 
Von  Rintelen  spent  German  gold  in  floods. 
There  was  not  a  revolutionist  in  Mexico 
whom  Von  Rintelen  at  some  period  did 
not  finance. 

'Tp  HERE  are  still  in  Germany  two  or 
-^  three  thousand  Americans.  A  similar 
number  still  live  in  Austria;  and  in  Tur- 
key and  Asia  Minor  are  American  fami- 
lies —  missionaries,  teachers,  business 
people  —  as  defenceless  against  the  foes 
around  them  as  the  very  Armenians. 

Are  the  reasons  not  apparent  why  the 
President  has  hesitated  and  waited  before 
declaring  war?  Has  he  not  been  giving 
Americans  in  the  zone  of  danger  time  to 
escape  for  their  lives?  May  he  not  want 
to  master  the  peril  within  his  borders  be- 
fore essaying  to  challenge  the  dangers 
without? 

From  the  window  where  I  sit  you  can 
see  down  Fifth  Avenue  almost  to  the  Bat- 
tery. Flags  are  blowing  from  every  win- 
dow. As  the  troops  march  past  and  the 
band  plays,  men  do  not  run  shouting  as 
they  did  when  the  boys  left  for  Mexico. 
They  take  off  their  hats,  and  look  very 
grave.  For  the  nation  is  up  against  the 
duty  it  has  been  shirking  and  side-step- 
ping for  two  years;  and  it  is  just  as  nn- 
prepared  now,  when  forced  by  fate  to  act. 
as  it  was  tivo  years  ago,  when  prompted 
by  honor.  The  regular  army  would  scarce- 
ly muster  80,000  strong.  The  navy  is 
17,000  men  short  of  requirements;  and  re- 
cruiting is  discouragingly  slow. 

The  United  States,  the  home  and  origin 
of  the  submarine,  with  a  coast  of  8,000 
miles  to  defend,  has  fewer  submarines 
than  Holland  or  Denmark.  This  country, 
the  home  and  origin  of  the  aeroplane,  has 
almost  no  aeroplanes  for  defence.  (One 
American  firm  is  shipping  7,000  of  its 


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aeroplanes  a  year  to 
the  Allies.  It  cannot 
obtain  an  order  fqr 
one  in  its  own  land.) 
This  country,  the 
home  and  origin  of  the 
Lewis  gun— the  swift- 
est firing  light  field 
gun  in  the  world  — 
which  has  given 
30,000  Lewis  guns  to 
the  Allies — has  barely 
a  score  of  such  guns  in 
use  in  its  own  Dorders. 
America  has  some 
superdrea  dnoughts, 
but  to  man  them  it  is  necessary  to 
rob  other  ships  of  their  crews;  and 
though  Congress  has  laid  down  a  strong 
naval  programme — please  note  the  fact — 
not  a  ship  can  be  completed  before  1920. 
If  the  regular  American  army  and  the 
ragged,  hardened  bandits  of  Mexico  faced 
one  another  in  the  field  to-morrow,  only 
one  thing  could  save  the  American  army 
from  annihilation  —  the  fact  that  the 
United  States  controls  the  only  supply 
of  ammunition  and  arms  in  tfie  country. 

T  T  MAY  be  asked,  if  so  unprepared,  how 
-^  can  the  United  States  enter  war?  On 
what  is  the  United  States  depending  for 
defence?  In  plain,  brutal  words — the 
United  States  is  depending  for  defence  on 
just  one  thing — the  British  naw;  and  it 
is  because  the  British  navy  cannot  spare 
ships  to  convoy  vessels  under  the  Stars 
and  Stripes,  that  American  ships  have 
been  tied  up  at  their  docks,  blockading 
trade  and  stalling  the  railroads.  In  cer- 
tain Eastern  cities,  the  cost  of  provisions 
has  doubled  in  a  few  days  as  the  result  of 
miles  and  miles  of  cars  loaded  with  ship- 
ments for  export  being  stalled  and  side- 
tracked, waiting  for  ships.  In  one  city, 
coal  has  gone  to  $20  a  ton  in  a  week. 
Vegetables  have  doubled  in  price;  and 
flour  is  universally  short  east  of  Buffalo. 
Farmers  are  paying  for  grain  feeds  prices 
just  double  those  of  a  year  ago.  These 
extortionate  prices  are  the  penalty  the 
country  is  paying  for  laggp-  '  Prepared- 
ness; and  that  is  an  argument  that  kills 
pacificism  and  stabs  lethargy. 

There  is  one  other  bulwark  of  defence 
besides  the  British  navy.  It  is  that  in 
supplying  the  Allies  with  arms  and  am- 
munition, the  United  States  has  develop- 
ed the  greatest  defence  of  all  modern 
warfare — the  science  of  producing  high 
explosives  in  almost  unlimited  quantities. 
Cut  off  from  their  base  of  supplies,  Ger- 
man reservists  or  Mexico,  or  Germany 
and  Mexico  combined — would  be  power- 
less after  the  first  rush. 

It  is  the  first  rush  against  which  the 
United  States  is  now  preparing  with  em- 
placements for  big  guns  behind  coast  de- 
fences and  wire  traps  for  submarines 
across  the  entrance  to   Eastern  harbors. 

C  INCE  the  break  in  diplomatic  rela- 
^  tions,  there  has  fallen  a  Maxim- 
silencer  on  the  loud-mouth  propaganda  of 
the  Pan-German  Alliance.  One  young 
man,  probably  the  heaviest  shareholder 
in  the  Hamburg-American  line,  has  lit- 
erally died  of  a  broken  heart.  The  doctors 
called  it  pneumonia,  but  his  health  had 
been  broken  up  by  the  tragic  drift  of 
affairs,  which  he  was  powerless  to  stop. 
Munsterberg's  sudden  death  was  undoubt- 
edly caused  by  the  terrible  anxiety  of  a 
man  whose  treason  to  the  United  States 
was  on  the  verge  of  an  exposure.    Vere- 


fmijtu 


■"ink 


ick's  "Fatherland"  suddenly  changed  its 
coat  arid  shrieked  loyalty  to  a  Germanized 
America.  A  big  New  York  daily,  notori- 
ous for  its  German  propaganda,  which 
has  been  proving  for  two  years  that  it  is 
not  Germanized,  has  been  suddenly  offer- 
ed for  sale.  American  correspondents, 
who  proved  there  were  "no  atrocities  in 
Belgium"  and  that  Germany  could  never 
be  blockaded  into  surrender  called  me  v» 
the  day  Bernstorff  sailed  to  knoiv  if  I 
had  influence  enough  with  the  British 
authorities  to  persuade  them  "not  to  pub- 
lish private  letters  if  any  were  seized  by 
the  British  from  the  Bernstorff  party  at 
Halifax."  Tauscher,  who  was  acquitted 
of  complicity  in  plots  to  blow  up  the 
Welland  Canal,  found  when  diplomatic 
relations  were  broken  that  he  had  a  sud- 
den call  home  to  Germany.  So  did  Wolf 
von  Igel,  Von  Papen's  secretary,  whose 
secret  papers  were  seized  by  the  Ameri- 
can State  Department  down  at  60  Wall 
Street.  So  great  was  the  latter  young 
gentleman's  love  for  Ambassador  Bern- 
storff that  he  forfeited  $20,000  bail  to 
sail  with  the  Count.  I  have  already  re- 
ferred to  the  fact  that  two  days  before 
the  diplomatic  relations  broke,  the  mach- 
inery of  every  German  ship  interned  in 
American  waters  was  secretly  destroyed. 
There  are  72  such  ships  in  U.S.  ports; 
and  at  the  present  ruling  value  of  sea- 
going craft,  they  are  easily  worth  $100,- 
000,000.  The  destruction,  as  I  have  told 
before,  was  wanton  madness;  for  the 
United  States  will  not  tou'-h  Gerlnan  pro- 
perty unless  Germany  seizes  American 
property  in  Germany;  and  though  big 
firms  like  International  Harvester  and 
Singer  Sewing  Machine  and  U.S.  Steel 
and  Standard  Oil  have  enormous  holdings 
in  Germany,  the  aggregate  is  a  bagatelle 
compared  to  German  investments  in  the 
United  States.  It  is  well  known  that 
another  line  of  twelve  freighters  plying 
under  the  Stars  and  Stripes  was  financed 
by  capital  from  Germany.  These  were 
frantically  offered  for  sale  about  a  month 
ago.  Berlin  was  evidently  calling  home 
the  capital.  At  the  time,  the  ships  were 
being  crippled,  German  gold  began  mov- 
ing to  South  America  and  Mexico.  It 
need  hardly  be  told  that  coke  processes 
are  the  foundation  for  such  high  explo- 
sives as  T.  N.  T.;  and  early  in  the  war, 
Germany  secretly  bought  one  of  the  larg- 
est coke  plants  in  the  country.  She  also 
bought  enormous  holdings  of  copper,  cot- 
ton, lard,  pork — ostensibly  for  shipment 
to  South  America.  These  have  all  been 
thrown  violently  on  the  market  since  the 
break. 

T  MENTION  these  facts  as  signs  whe- 
ther Germany  intends  to  back  down  or 
not.  And  don't  let  Canada  make  any  mis- 
take about  it!  Uncle  Sam  is  going  slow 
bcrause  he  is  so  deadly  in  earnest.     Only 


one  thing  can  stop  the 
United  States  to-day 
— that  is  the  sudden 
and  complete  collapse 
of  Germany;  and  if 
Germany  had  any  idea 
of  a  sudden  and  com- 
plete collapse,  I  do  not 
believe  she  would  wan- 
tonly sacrifice  her 
holcfings  here  as  she 
has  been  doing  for  the 
past  few  weeks. 

I  said  in  a  former 
article  that,  while  war 
would  be  declared,  it 
seemed  impossible  for  the  United  States  to 
be  prepared  in  time  to  do  any  actual  fight- 
ing before  Germany  is  defeated.  For  in- 
stance, the  navy  cannot  be  in  readiness  in- 
side of  four  years.  In  England,  menaced 
by  invasion,  it  took  Kitchener  one  year  to 
prepare  an  army.  America  is  not  menaced 
by  invasion ;  and  recruiting  is  so  slow  that 
the  idea  of  conscription  is  being  broken  t» 
the  public  under  the  name  "universal 
training."  Politics  curse  the  state  militia 
with  incompetent  officers.  Under  these 
conditions,  it  seems  impossible  that  any 
American  army  could  be  ready  for  the 
European  field  inside  of  two  years;  and 
before  two  years,  the  pressure  of  inter- 
nal revolution  caused  by  want  and  ruined 
commerce  virill  have  curbed  Germany's 
frenzy. 

Whether  this  country  enters  the  war 
as  one  of  the  Allies  or  essays  action  in- 
dependently, it  is  not  the  actual  fighting 
that  has  brought  realization  of  danger 
home.  It  is  the  knowledge  of  the  actual 
danger  here  within  the  bounds  of  the 
country. 

There  are  600,000  German  reservigta 
in  the  United  States.  Will  they  fight? 
There  are  20,000,000  people  of  German 
birth  or  ancestry.  Will  they  fight?  I 
do  not  know.  The  people  of  German  birth 
are  taking  out  naturalization  papers  en 
masse  and  swearing  to  shoulder  arms  for 
the  United  States;  but  some  German  re- 
servists are  certainly  massing  on  the 
Mexican  border;  and  as  late  as  a  montl) 
ago,  lodges  of  young  Austrians  and  Ger^ 
mans  were  drilling  at  Bridgeport,  where 
the  German  Goverment  controlled  a  muni- 
tion factory.  It  will  be  recalled  that  when 
German  agents  bought  these  munition 
plants,  the  motive  given  was  to  keep  the 
Allies  from  buying  supplies.  A  deeper, 
motive  now  becomes  apparent;  and  I 
venture  to  guess  that  the  American  Sec- 
ret Service  does  not  know  where  these 
German  supplies  are  stored. 

AX/^  ITHOUT  money  from  headquarter^ 
'  '  to  finance  the  reservists,  I  think  it 
a  pretty  even  guess  that,  when  they  come 
to  the  actual  scratch,  they  would  not 
fight;  but  that  is  only  a  guess;  for  the 
American  Government  has  knowledge  of 
at  least  one  point,  where  a  cement  foun- 
dation was  placed  for  a  big  gun.  As 
Gerard  told  the  Kaiser  —  there  are  as 
many  lamposts  in  the  United  States  as 
there  are  reservists.  It  is  not  from  the 
reservists  that  this  country  looks  for 
catastrophe.  It  is  from  the  anarchist  toolsi 
that  the  German  spy  system  has  Iseen 
using. 

Take  a  run  back  over  the  unlawful  acts 
attempted  by  the  German  s<»y  system  in 
this  country!  The  sinking  of  ships,  of 
which  the  Lusitania  was  the  most  cardinal 
crime!  The  placing  of  slow-fuse  bombs 
on  board  cargo  ships,  of  which  more  than 
$10,000,000  worth  were  destroyed  in  si.\ 


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months.    This  was  done 
by     placing     acids     in    ^ 
metal      containers     ^ 
through     which     they        (j'  jJ   Q  ' 
would  eat  in   so  many  Ig)* 

days  and  come  in  con- 
tact with  a  high  explo- 
sive in  the  same  con- 
tainer. The  destruction 
of  munitions  on  railroads,  at  docks  and  in 
factories!  This  was  not  affected  by  the 
old-fashioned  crude  method  of  throwing  a 
bomb  and  running.  A  new  form  of  high- 
power  powdered  explosive,  which  would 
turn  the  air  into  a  flame  on  the  pressure 
of  a  foot  step,  was  scattered  where  the 
trains  would  pass  over  the  rail,  or  the 
ferry  would  bump  ship-side.  This  explains 
why  so  many  explosions  took  place  in 
cement  and  metal  fire-proof  structures; 
and  why  the  culprit  could  never  be  traced. 
The  knowledge  was  obtained  by  bribing 
a  betrayal ;  and  needless  to  say  crude  ig- 
norant bomb  throwers  were  not  the  mov- 
ing hand.  This  kind  of  work  required 
technical  skill  and  scientific  training;  but 
the  wild-brained  anarchist  was  used  as 
the  tool. 

To  go  on  with  the  list  of  German  activi- 
ties. The  names  of  leading  bankers  and 
manufacturers  were  catalogued  on  the 
anarchist  assassination  list!  Morgan's 
life  was  the  only  open  attempt.  The  cata- 
loguing of  the  United  States  Army! 
Secret  reports  on  every  fort  and  military 
road  in  the  country!  The  massing  of  re- 
servists at  Buffalo  and  Detroit  and  Seat- 
tle for  the  invasion  of  Canada !  Plots  for 
the  destruction  of  Welland  Canal  and  the 
Canadian  Parliament  Buildings!  The 
paid  fomentation  of  strikes,  which  Gom- 
pers  exposed  and  of  which  the  Longshore- 
man's strike  was  the  most  conspicuous! 
The  paid  lobbying  in  Congress  of  sub- 
sidized peace  organizations  to  put  an  em- 
bargo on  exports! 

These  are  only  a  few  of  the  crimes  of 
Germany  in  the  United  States.  The  whole 
story  of  Mexican  plots  will  never  be  told. 
Well,  what  of  it — haven't  they  passed  all 
these  perils  and  aren't  they  safely  out 
.of  the  German  spy  net?  No— for  the 
.German  agent  didn't  do  these  things,  him- 
self. He  hired  and  organized  and  trained 
the  anarchist;  and  he  trained  him  scien- 
tifically to  cover  his  tracks.  The  anarch- 
ist is  still  here  and  he  has  been  literally 
_pickled  in  the  deviltries  of  German  money. 


Did  you  ever  stop  to  think  that  one  of 
the  new  high  power  explosives  the  size  of 
your  hand  could  cut  off  New  York's  water 
suoply,  or  put  all  the  lights  out  on  the  in- 
stant, or  destroy  the  subway?  Those 
are  the  kind  of  catastrophes  feared  in 
America  more  than  open  warfare.  Ant- 
werp would  not  have  fallen  if  there  had 
not  been  enemies  inside. 

THE  STORY  of  the  means  taken  to 
"get  hold"  of  congressmen,  labor 
leaders,  pacifists,  big  public  men — would 
outbeggar  any  fiction  ever  conceived. 
Plain  money  was  used  with  some  con- 
gressmen and  labor  leaders.  Lamar,  "the 
wolf  of  Wall  Street,"  who  pocketed  most 
of  the  money,  is  serving  a  term  in  the 
penitentiary  for  such  work  now.  His 
story  is  the  sublime  reduced  to  the  ludi- 
crous. He  could  get  a  pacifist — yes,  the 
biggest  pacifist  in  the  land;  so  he  boasted 
to  Von  Rintelen  and  Albert;  and  he  was 
given  $25,000  cash.  But  the  pacifist 
never  received  any  of  the  cash.  He  made 
the  speech  on  his  own  initiative  and 
Lamar  kept  the  money.  Likewise,  a 
hundred  labor  leaders  could  be  rounded 
up  on  an  Eastern  platform  in  favor  of 
peace  for  a  consideration  of  $1,000  each. 
The  labor  leaders  were  mustered  all 
right;  but  somebody  else  pocketed  the 
$100,000.  And  it  is  a  pretty  even  bet  that 
literally  millions  destined  for  the  press 
never  got  past  the  pocket  of  the  inter- 
mediary. 

In  other  case,  means  not  as  innocent  as 
money  were  used.  I  know  of  two  of  the 
biggest  public  men  in  this  country 
tricked  into  Ford's  peace  fiasco  by  a 
woman  whom  they  thought  a  dove  of 
peace.  She  was  a  German  agent.  This 
they  quickly  learned  when  they  reached 


Sweden  and  came  im- 
mediately back.  Adven- 
turesses titled  and  un- 
titled were  installed  in 
fashionable  resorts  to 
meet  big  manufactur- 
ers and  bankers.  Be- 
hind them  in  the  guise 
of  valet,  or  attendant, 
or  -shoe  black,  or  table  waiter — lurked  the 
real  agent;  and  as  Germany's  system 
never  lets  the  right  hand  know  what  the 
left  hand  does,  the  woman  and  the  agent 
often  did  not  know  that  each  was  watch- 
ing the  other.  One  of  the  biggest  steel 
men  was  "shadowed"  in  this  way.  So  was 
a  big  powder  man.  The  latter  found  to 
his  dumbfounding  that  a  servant  in  his 
house  had  been  "listed"  for  the  deed  of 
assassination.  The  man,  who  worked 
the  worst  deviltries  against  Canada  was 
weaned  from  decency  by  a  siren  and  the 
betrayal  of  his  plots  came  from  an  in- 
furiated wife.  There  is  a  story  here  right 
in  the  Gei-man  Embassy's  own  circle, 
luhich  surpasses  the  notorietni  of  Nero's 
indifference  to  blood-shed;  but  the  time 
has  not  come  yet  to  tell  it.  Suffice  to  say 
that  while  Europe  has  been  saturated  in 
the  blood  of  heroism.,  while  women  and 
children  have  suffered  from  Belgium  to 
Armenia,  what  pen  or  tongue  can  never 
tell,  the  light  woman  here  has  dandled 
the  fate  of  nations  in  a  harlot's  lap  and 
coined  gold  out  of  the  stream  of  livid 
blood  flowing  from  the  world's  crucifix- 
ion. I  cannot  speak  plainer  now,  but  I 
shall  some  day. 

All  this  is  the  dark,  grave  side  of  the 
picture.  There  is  another  side.  It  is 
aflame  with  light.  The  United  States 
have  taken  their  stand  in  the  world's 
arena  to  fight  for  freedom  and  democracy. 
For  the  first  time  since  1812,  every  scin- 
tilla or  slmdow  of  ill-feeling  between 
Great  Britain  and  the  United  States  has 
been  swept  away.  The  two  greatest  de- 
mocracies in  the  world's  history  are  stared- 
ing  shoulder  to  shoulder  again — the  first 
time  for  a  century  and  a  half.  As  Barrie 
says — it  is  the  star'of  hope  above  a  blood- 
drenched  ivorld.  If  they  keep  together, 
there  will  never  be  another  world  war — 
which  was  what  Ford  dreamed.  And  as 
"Life"  says — Germany  iinth  her  tii-or- 
oughness  did  it.  No  power  on  earth  but 
a  blunderer  big  as  Germany  could  have 
forced  the  two  countries  into  a  union  of 
defence.     Praise  be — laughs   "Life." 


THE    H IG  H W A Y 

By  J.  LEWIS  MILLIGAN 


There's  nothing  so  free  as  the  highway! 

There's  nothing  so  fair  as  the  sky! 
Come  away  from  the  wood  and  the  by-way, 

And  take  the  big  world  in  your  eye! 

Afar  where  the  straight  road  rises. 
Till  lost  on  the  crest  of  the  hill, 

There  are  vistas  unscanned  and  surprises 
For  all  who  step  out  with  a  will. 


A  pageant  of  cloud  is  passing 
In  white-robed  glory  on  high; 

The  pools  in  the  meadows  are  glassing 
The  face  of  the  laughing  sky! 

The  fields  lie  furrowed  or  fallow. 
The  barn-doors  are  flung  open  wide. 

The  robin  has  come,  and  the  swallow 
Is  journeying  north  with  his  bride. 


Come  fill  your  wide  eyes  with  the  beauty 
Of  furrow  and  farm  and  lea; 

You  owe  to  your  soul  this  duty — 
O  come  to  the  highway  with  me! 


The  Gun  Brand 

A  Stirring  Romance  of  the  Canadian   Far  No 

By  James  B.  Hendryx 

Author  of  "Marquard  the  Silent,'"  "The  Promise,"  etc 

Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards 

EDITOR'S  NOTE. — Herewith  ig  presented  the  first  instalment  of 
a  new  serial  story  of  the  romantic  north  country.  James  B.  Hendryx, 
the  author,  knows  the  north  as  few  other  writers  do,  and  in  "The  Gun- 
Brand"  he  presents  the  most  interesting  phages  of  life  in  the  newly 
opened  up  parts  of  Canada  that  begin  with  the  Peace  River.  He  will 
introduce  all  that  is  picturesque  in  the  north — trapping,  gun-run- 
ning, whiskey-running,  the  iron  laws  of  the  trading  factors,  the 
peculiar  codes  of  the  vogageurs.  It  is  a  stirring  tale,  told  in  the  best 
style  of  this  master  of  Northern  narrative.  Readers-  u'ho  enjoyed  "The 
Frost  Girl"  will  find  an  equal  pleasure  in  reading  the  story  of  Chloe 
Elliston,  Pierre  Lapierre  and  "Brute"  McNair,  the  Post  factor. 


CHAPTER  I. 

THE  CALL   OF   THE  RAW. 

SEATED  upon  a  thick,  burlap-covered 
bale  of  freight — a  "piece,"  in  the 
parlance  of  the  North — Chloe  Elli- 
ston idly  watched  the  loading  of  the 
9C0W9.  The  operation  was  not  new  to 
her ;  a  dozen  times  within  the  month  since 
the  outfit  had  swung  out  from  Athabasca 
Landing  she  had  watched  from  the  muddy 
bank  while  the  half-breeds  and  Indians 
unloaded  the  big  scows,  ran  them  light 
through  whirling  rock-ribbed  rapids,  car- 
ried the  innumerable  pieces  of  freight 
upon  their  shoulders  across  portages 
made  all  but  impassable  by  scrub  timber, 
oozy  muskeg,  and  low  sand-mountains, 
loaded  the  scows  again  at  the  foot  of  the 
rapid  and  steered  them  through  devious 
and  dangerous  miles  of  swift-moving 
white-water,  to  the  head  of  the  next 
rapid. 

They  are  patient  men  —  these  water 
freighters  of  the  far  north.  For  more 
than  two  centuries  and  a  quarter  they 
have  sweated  the  wilderness  freight 
across  these  same  portages.  And  they 
are  sober  men — when  civilization  is  be- 
hind them — far  behind. 

Close  beside  Chloe  Elliston,  upon  the 
same  piece,  Harriet  Penny,  of  vague  age, 
and  vaguer  purpose,  also  watched  the 
loading  of  the  scows.  Harriet  Penny  was 
Chloe  Elliston's  one  concession  to  conven- 
tion— excess  baggage,  beyond  the  out- 
posts, being  a  creature  of  fear.  Upon 
another  piece.  Big  Lena,  the  gigantic 
Swedish  Amazon  who,  in  the  capacity  of 
general  factotum,  had  accompanied  Chloe 
Elliston  over  half  the  world,  stared  stolid- 
ly at  the  river. 

Having  arrived  at  Athabasca  Landing 
four  days  after  the  departure  of  the 
Hudson  Bay  Company's  annual  brigade, 
Chloe  had  engaged  transportation  into 
the  north  in  the  scows  of  an  independent. 
And,  when  he  heard  of  this,  the  old  fac- 
tor at  the  post  shook  his  head  dubiously, 
but  when  the  girl  pressed  him  for  the 
reason,  he  struggled  and  remained  silent. 
Only  when  the  outfit  was  loaded  did  the 
old  man  whisper  one  sentence: 

"Beware  o'  Pierre  Lapierre." 


A  GAIN  Chloe  questioned  him,  and 
■^*  again  he  remained  silent.  So,  as  the 
days  passed  upon  the  river  trail,  the  name 
of  Pierre  Lapierre  was  all  but  forgotten 
in  the  menace  of  rapids  and  monotony  of 
portages.  And  now  the  last  of  the  great 
rapids  had  been  run — the  rapid  of  the 
Slave — and  the  scows  were  almost  loaded. 

Vermilion,  the  boss  scowman,  stood 
upon  the  running-board  of  the  leading 
scow  and  directed  the  stowing  of  the 
freight.  He  was  a  picturesque  figure — 
Vermilion.  A  squat,  thick  half-breed, 
with  eyes  set  wide  apart  beneath  a  low 
forehead  bound  tightly  around  with  a 
handkerchief  of  flaming  silk. 

A  heavy-eyed  Indian,  moving  ponder- 
ously up  the  rough  plank  with  a  piece 
balanced  upon  his  shoulders,  missed  his 
footing  and  fell  with  a  loud  splash  into 
the  water.  The  Indian  scrambled  clum- 
sily ashore,  and  the  piece  was  rescued, 
but  not  before  a  perfect  torrent  of 
French-English-Indian  profanity  had 
poured  from  the  lips  of  the  ever-versatile 
Vermilion.  Harriet  Penny  shrank  against 
the  younger  woman  and  shuddered. 

"Oh!"  she  gasped,  "he's  swearing!" 

"No!"  exclaimed  Chloe,  in  feigned  sur- 
prise.    "Why,   I  believe  he  is!" 

Miss  Penny  flushed.  "But,  it  is  ter- 
rible!    Just  listen!" 

"For  Heaven's  sake.  Hat!  If  you 
don't  like  it,  why  do  you  listen?" 

"But  he  ought  to  be  stopped.  I  am 
sure  the  poor  Indian  did  not  ti-y  to  fall 
in  the  river." 

Chloe  made  a  gesture  of  impatience. 
"Very  well.  Hat;  just  look  up  the  ordi- 
nance against  swearing  on  Slave  River, 
and  report  him  to  Ottawa." 

"But  I'm  afraid!  He  —  the  Hudson 
Bay  Company's  man  —  told  us  not  to 
come." 

Chloe  straightened  up  with  a  .ierk. 
"See  here,  Hat  Penny!  Stop  your  snivel- 
ing! What  do  you  expect  from  river- 
men?  Haven't  the  seven  hundred  miles 
of  water  trail  taught  you  anything?  And, 
as  for  being  afraid — I  don't  care  ivho 
told  us  not  to  come!  I'm  an  Elliston, 
and  I'll  go  wherever  I  want  to  go!  This 
isn't  a  pleasure  trip.  I  came  up  here  for 
a  purpose.    Do  you  think  I'm  going  to  be 


scared  out  by  the  first  old  man  that  wags 
his  head  and  shrugs  his  shoulders?  Or 
by  any  other  man!  Or  by  any  swearing 
that  I  can't  understand,  or  any  that  I 
can,  either,  for  that  matter!  Come  on, 
let's  get  aboard." 

p  HLOE  ELLISTON'S  presence  in  the 
^— '  far  outlands  was  the  culmination  of 
an  ideal,  spurred  by  dissuasion  and  an- 
tagonism into  a  determination,  and  de- 
veloped by  longing  into  an  obsession. 
Since  infancy  the  girl  had  been  left  much 
to  her  own  devices.  Environment,  and  the 
"irescribed  course  at  an  expensive  school, 
should  have  made  her  pretty  much  what 
other  girls  are,  and  an  able  satellite  to 
her  mother,  who  managed  to  remain  one 
of  the  busiest  women  of  the  Western  me- 
tropolis— doing  absolutely  nothing — but, 
doing  it  with  eclat. 

The  girl's  father,  Blair  Elliston,  from 
his  desk  in  a  luxurious  office  suite  pre- 
sided over  the  destiny  of  the  Elliston 
fleet  of  yellow-stack  tramps  that  r>oked 
their  noses  into  queer  ports  and  put  to 
sea  with  queer  cargoes  —  cargoes  that 
smelled  sweet  and  spicy,  with  the  spice 
of  the  far  south  seas.  Officer  sailor  though 
he  was,  Blair  Elliston  commanded  the  re- 
spect of  even  the  roughest  of  his  pwlyglot 
crews — a  respect  not  wholly  uncommin- 
gled  with  fear. 

For  this  man  was  the  son  of  old 
"Tiger"  Elliston,  founder  of  the  fleet: 
The  man  who,  shoulder  to  shoulder  with 
Brooke,  the  elder,  put  the  fear  of  God  in 
the  hearts  of  the  pirates,  and 'swept  wide 
trade-lanes  among  the  island  of  terror- 
infested  Malaysia.  And  through  Chloe 
Elliston's  veins  coursed  the  blood  of  her 
world-roving  ancestor.  Her  most  trea- 
sured possession  was  a  blackened  and 
scarred  oil  portrait  of  the  old  sea-trader 
and  adventurer,  which  always  lay  swath- 
ed in  many  wrappings  in  the  bottom  of 
her  favorite  trunk. 

In  her  heart  she  loved  and  admired 
this   grandfather,  with    a   love   and   ad- 


•JO 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


miration  that  bordered  upon  idolatry. 
She  loved  the  lean,  hard  features,  and  the 
cold,  rapier-blade  eyes.  She  loved  the 
name  men  called  him:  Tiger  Elliston,  an 
earned  name  —  that.  The  name  of  a 
man  who,  by  his  might  and  the  strength 
and  mastery  of  him,  had  won  his  place 
in  the  world  of  the  men  who  dare. 

Since  babyhood  she  had  listened  with 
awe  to  tales  of  him ;  and  the  red-letter 
days  of  her  childhood's  calendar  were  the 
days  upon  which  her  father  would  take 
her  down  to  the  docks,  past  great  win- 
dowless  warehouses  of  concrete  and  sheet- 
iron,  where  big  glossy  horses  stood  har- 
nessed to  high-piled  trucks — past  great 
tiers  of  bales  and  boxes  between  which 
trotted  hurrying,  sweating  men — past  the 
clang  and  clash  of  iron  truck  wheels,  the 
rattle  of  chains,  the  shriek  of  pulleys,  and 
the  loud-bawled  orders  in  strange  tongues. 
Until,  at  last,  they  would  come  to  the 
great  dingy  hulk  of  the  ship  and  walk  up 
the  gangway  and  onto  the  deck,  where 
funny  yellow  and  brown  men  with  their 
hair  braided  into  curious  pigtails,  worked 
with  ropes  and  tackles,  and  called  to 
other  funny  men  with  bright-colored  rib- 
bons braided  into  their  beards. 

Almost  as  she  learned  to  walk  she 
learned  to  pick  out  the  yellow  stacks  of 
•'papa's  boats" — learned  their  names,  and 
the  names  of  their  captains,  the  bronzed, 
bearded  men  who  would  take  her  in  their 
laps,  holding  her  very  awkwardly  and 
very,  very  carefully,  as  if  she  were  some- 
thing that  would  break,  and  tell  her 
stories  in  deep,  rumbly  voices.  And 
nearly  always  they  were  stories  of  the 
Tiger  —  "yer  gran'pap,  leetle  missey," 
they  would  say.  And  then,  by  palms, 
and  pearls,  and  the  fires  of  blazing  moun- 
tains, they  would  swear  "He  wor  a  man!" 

I  '*0  THE  helpless  horror  of  her  mother, 
■*■  the  genuine  wonder  of  her  many 
friends,  and  the  ill-veiled  amusement  and 
approval  of  her  father,  a  month  after  the 
doors  of  her  alma  mater  closed  behind  her 
she  took  passage  on  the  Cora  Blair,  the 
oldest  and  most  disreputable-looking  yel- 
law  stack  of  them  all,  and  hied  her  for  a 
year's  sojourn  among  the  spicy  lotus- 
ports  of  the  dreamy  southern  ocean  — 
there  to  hear  at  first  hand  from  the  men 
who  knew  him,  further  deeds  of  Tiger 
Elliston. 

To  her,  on  board  the  battered  tramp, 
came  gladly  the  men  of  power — the  men 
whose  spoken  word  in  their  polyglot  do- 
mains was  more  feared  and  heeded  than 
decrees  of  emperors  or  edicts  of  kings. 
And  there,  in  the  time-blackened  cabin 
.  that  had  once  been  his  cabin,  these  men 
talked  and  the  girl  listened  while  her  eyes 
glowed  with  pride  as  they  recounted  the 
exploits  of  Tiger  Elliston.  And,  as  they 
talked,  the  hearts  of  these  men  warmed, 
and  the  years  rolled  backward,  and  they 
swore  weird  oaths,  and  hammered  the 
thick  planks  of  the  chart-table  with  bangs 
of  approving  fists,  and  invoked  the  bless- 
ings of  strange  gods  upon  the  soul  of  the 
Tiger — arid  their  curses  upon  the  souls 
of  his  enemies. 

Nor  were  these  men  slow  to  return  hos- 
pitality, and  Chloe  Elliston  was  enter- 
tained royally  in  halls  of  lavish  splendor, 
and  plied  with  costly  gifts  and  rare.  And 
honored  by  the  men,  and  the  sons  and 
daughters  of  men  who  had  fought  side  by 
side  with  the  Tiger  in  the  days  when  the 
yellow  sands  ran  red,  and  tall  masts  and 
white  sails  rose  like  clouds  from  the  blue 
fog  of  the  cannon-crashing  powder-smoke. 


So,  from  the  lips  of  governors  and 
potentates,  native  princes,  and  rajahs,  the 
girl  learned  of  the  deeds  of  her  grandsire, 
and  in  their  eyes  she  read  approval,  and 
respect,  and  reverence  even  greater  than 
her  own — for  these  were  the  men  who 
knew  him.  But,  not  alone  from  the 
mighty  did  she  learn.  For,  over  rice- 
cakes  and  poi,  in  the  thatched  hovels  of 
Malays,  Kayans,  and  savage  Dyaks,  she 
heard  the  tale  from  the  lips  of  the  van- 
quished men — men  who  still  hated,  yet 
always  respected,  the  reddened  sword  of 
the  Tiger. 

'TpHE  YEAR  Chloe  Elliston  spent  among 
-*•  the  copra-ports  of  the  South  Seas  was 
the  shaping  year  of  her  destiny.  Never 
again  were  the  standards  of  her  compeers 
to  be  her  standards — never  again  the 
measure  of  the  world  of  convention  to  be 
her  measure.  For,  in  her  heart  the  awak- 
ened spirit  of  Tiger  Elliston  burned  and 
seared  like  a  living  flame,  calling  for  other 
wilds  to  conquer,  other  savages  to  sub- 
due— to  crush  down,  if  need  be,  that  it 
might  build  up  into  the  very  civiliza- 
tion of  which  the  unconquerable  spirit  is 
the  forerunner,  yet  which,  in  realization, 
palls  and  deadens  it  to  extinction. 

For  social  triumphs  the  girl  cared  noth- 
ing. The  heart  of  her  felt  the  irresistible 
call  of  the  raw.  She  returned  to  the  land 
of  her  birth  and  deliberately,  determined- 
ly, in  the  face  of  opposition,  ridicule,  ad- 
vice, and  command  —  as  Tiger  Elliston, 
himself,  would  have  done — she  cast  about 
until  she  found  the  raw,  upon  the  rim  of 
the  Arctic.  And,  with  the  avowed  pur- 
pose of  carrying  education  and  civiliza- 
tion to  the  Indians  of  the  far  north, 
turned  her  back  upon  the  world-fashion- 
able, and  without  fanfare  or  trumpetry, 
headed  into  the  land  of  primal  things. 

WHEN  the  three  women  had  taken 
their  places  in  the  head  scow,  Ver- 
milion gave  the  order  to  shove  off,  and 
with  the  swarthy  crew  straining  at  the 
rude  sweeps,  the  heavy  scows  threaded 
their  way  into  the  north. 

Once  through  the  swift  water  at  the 
tail  of  Slave  Rapids,  the  four  scows  drift- 
ed lazily  down  the  river,  the  scowmen 
distributed  themselves  among  the  pieces 
in  more  or  less  comfortable  attitudes,  and 
slept.  In  the  head  scow  only  the  boss 
and  the  three  women  remained  awake. 

"Who  is  Pierre  Lapierre?"  Chloe  asked 
suddenly. 

The  man  darted  her  a  searching  glance 
and  shrugged.  "Pierre  Lapierre,  she 
free-trader,""  he  answered.  "Dees  scow, 
she  Pierre  Lapierre  scow." 

If  Chloe  was  surprised  at  this  bit  of 
information,  she  succeeded  admirably  in 
disguising  her  feelings.  Not  so  Harriet 
Penny,  who  sank  back  among  the  freight 
pieces  to  stare  fearfully  into  the  face  of 
the  younger  woman. 

"Then  you  are  Pierre  Lapierre's  man? 
You  work  for  him?" 

The  man  nodded.  "On  de  reevaire  I'm 
run  de  scow — me — -Vermilion !  I'm  tak' 
de  reesk.  Lapierre,  she  tak'  de  money." 
The  man's  eyes  glinted  wickedly. 

"Risk?     What  risk?"  asked  the  girl. 

Again  the  man  eyed  her  shrewdly  and 
laughed.  "Das  plant'  reesk — on  de  ree- 
vaire. De  scow — me'be  so,  she  heet  de 
rock  in  de  rapids — bre'k  all  to  hell — 
Voila!"  Somehow  the  words  did  not  ring 
true. 

"You  hate  Lapierre!"  The  words 
flashed  swift,  taking  the  man  by  surprise. 


"Non.  Non!"  he  cried,  and  Chloe 
noticed  that  his  glance  flashed  swiftly 
over  the  sprawling  forms  of  the  five  sleep- 
ing scowmen. 

"And  you  are  afraid  of  him,"  the  girl 
added  before  he  could  frame  a  reply. 

A  SUDDEN  gleam  of  anger  leaped 
-^^  into  the  eyes  of  the  half-breed.  He 
seemed  on  the  point  of  speaking,  but  with 
an  unintelligible  muttered  imprecation  he 
relapsed  into  sullen  silence.  Chloe  had 
purposely  baited  the  man,  hoping  in  his 
anger  he  would  blurt  out  some  bit  of  in- 
formation concerning  the  mysterious 
Pierre  Lapierre.  Instead,  the  man 
crouched  silent,  scowling,  with  his  gaze 
fixed  upon  the  forms  of  the  scowmen. 

Had  the  girl  been  more  familiar  with 
the  French  half-breeds  of  the  outlands 
she  would  have  been  suspicious  of  the 
man's  sudden  taciturnity  under  stress  of 
anger  —  suspicious,  also,  of  the  gradual 
shifting  that  had  been  going  on  for  days 
among  the  crews  of  the  scows.  A  shift- 
ing that  indicated  Vermilion  was  selecting 
the  crew  of  his  own  scow  with  an  eye  to  a 
purpose — a  purpose  that  had  not  alto- 
gether to  do  with  the  scow's  safe  conduct 
through  white-water.  But  Chloe  had  taken 
no  note  of  the  personnel  of  the  scow- 
men, nor  of  the  fact  that  the  freight  of 
the  head  scow  consisted  only  of  pieces 
that  obviously  contained  provisions,  to- 
gether with  her  own  tent  and  sleeping 
outfit,  and  several  burlapped  pieces 
marked  with  the  name  "MacNair."  Idly 
she  wondered  who  MacNair  was,  but  re- 
frained from  asking. 

THE  long-gathering  twilight  deepened 
as  the  scows  floated  northward.  Ver- 
milion's face  lost  its  scowl,  and  he  smoked 
in  silence  — ■  a  sinister  figure,  thought  the 
girl,  as  he  crouched  in  the  bow,  his  dark 
features  set  off  to  advantage  by  his  flam- 
ing head-band. 

Into  the  stillness  crept  a  sound — the 
far-off  roar  of  a  rapid.  Sullen,  and  dull, 
it  scarce  broke  the  monotony  of  the 
silence  —  low,  yet  ever  increasing  in 
volume. 

"Another  portage?"  wearily  asked  the 
girl. 

Vermilion  shook  his  head.  "Non,  eet 
ees  de  Chnte.  Ten  miles  of  de  wild,  fast 
wataire,  ffut  safe — eef  you  know  de  way. 
Me — Vermilion — I'm  tak'  de  scovr  t'rough 
a  hondre  tarn — bien!" 

"But,  you  can't  make  it  in  the  dark!" 

Vermilion  laughed.  "We  mak'  de  camp 
to-night.  To-mor',  we  run  de  Chute." 
He  reached  for  the  light  pole  with  which 
he  indicated  the  channel  to  the  steersman, 
and  beat  sharply  upon  the  running 
board  that  formed  the  gunwale  of  the 
scow.  Sleepily  the  five  sprawling  forms 
stirred,  and  awoke  to  consciousness.  Ver- 
milion spoke  a  guttural  iargon  of  words 
and  the  men  fumbled  the  rude  sweeps 
against  the  tholes.  The  other  three  scows 
drifted  lazily  in  the  rear  and,  standing 
upon  the  running-board,  Vermilion  roared 
his  orders.  P'igures  in  the  scows  stirred, 
and  sweeps  thudded  against  thole-pins. 
The  roar  of  the  Chute  was  loud,  now — 
hoarse,  and  portentous  of  evil. 

The  high  banks  on  either  side  of  the 
river  drew  closer  together,  the  speed  of 
the  drifting  scows  increased,  and  upon 
the  dark  surface  of  the  water  tiny  whirl- 
pools appeared.  Vermilion  raised  the 
pole  above  his  head  and  pointed  toward 
a  narrow;  strip  of  beach  that  showed 
dimly  at  the  foot  of  the  high  bank,  at  a 


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point  only  a  few  hundred 
yards  above  the  dark  gap 
where  the  river  plunged  be- 
tween the  upstanding  rocks 
of  the  Chute. 

Looking  backward,  Chloe 
watched  the  three  scows 
with  their  swarthy  crews 
straining  at  the  great 
sweeps.  Here  was  action — 
life!  Primitive  man  battling 
against  t'h  e  unbending 
forces  of  an  iron  \vildernes.s. 
The  red  blood  leaped 
through  the  girl's  veins  as 
she  realized  that  this  life 
was  to  be  her  life — this  wild- 
erness to  be  her  wilderness. 
Hers  to  bring  under  the 
book,  and  its  primitive  chil- 
dren, hers — to  govern  by  a 
rule  of  thumb! 

Suddenly  she  noticed  that 
the  following  scows  were 
much  nearer  shore  than  her 
own,  and  also,  that  they 
were  being  rapidly  outdis- 
tanced. She  glanced  quick- 
ly toward  shore.     The  scow 

was  opposite  the  strip  of 
beach     toward     which     the 

others  were  slowly  but  sure- 
ly drawing.  The  scow  seem- 
ed  motionless,   as   upon   the 

surface  of  a  mill-pond,  but 

the  beach,  and  the  high  bank 

beyond,  raced  past  to  dis- 
appear    in     the     deepening 

gloom.     The   figures   in   the 

following  scows — the   scows 

themselves — blurred  into  the 

shore-line.     The   beach   was 

gone.  Rocks  appeared,  jag- 
ged  and   high  —  close   upon 

either  hand. 

In  a  sudden   panic,  Chloe 

glanced  wildly  towards  Ver- 
milion, who  crouched  in  the 

bow,  pole  in  hand,  and  with 

set    face,    stared     into    the 

gloom    ahead.      Swiftly   her 

glance     traveled     over     the 

crew — their  faces,  also,  were 

set,   and   they   stood   at  the 

sweeps,  motionless,  but  with 

their    eyes    fixed    upon    the 

pole   of   the    pilot.      Beyond 

Vermilion,  in  the  forefront, 

appeared   wave   after   wave 

of  wildly  tossing  water.   For 

just    an    instant    the    scow 

hesitated,  trembled  through 

its    length,    and    with    the 

leaping    waves    battering 

against  its  bottom  and  sides, 

plunged  straight  into  the 
maw  of  the  Chute! 

CHAPTER  II. 

VERMILION  SHOWS  HIS  HAND 

T^  OWN,  down  through  the  Chute  raced 
■•-'  the  heavily  loaded  scow,  seeming 
fairly  to  leap  from  wave  to  wave  in  a 
series  of  tremendous  shocks,  as  the  flat 
bottom  rose  high  in  the  fore  and  crashed 
onto  the  crest  of  the  next  wave,  sending  a 
spume  of  stinging  spray  high  into  the  air. 
White  water  curled  over  the  gunwale  and 
sloshed  about  in  the  bottom.  The  air  was 
chill,  and  wet — like  the  dead  air  of  a 
rock-cavern. 

Chloe   Elliston    knew   one   moment  of 
^■wift  fear.    And  then,  the  mighty  roar  of 


The  man,  who  had  ordered  Vermilion 
to  release  her,  stood  calmly  watching. 


the  waters;  the  mad  plunging  of  the  scow 
between  the  towering  walls  of  rock;  the 
set,  tense  face  of  Vermilion  as  he  stared 
into  the  gloom;  the  labored  breathing  of 
the  scowmen  as  they  strained  at  the 
sweeps,  veering  the  scow  to  the  right,  or 
the  left,  as  the  rod  of  the  pilot  indicated ; 
the  splendid  battle  of  it;  the  wild  exhil- 
aration of  fighting  death  on  death's  own 
stamping  ground  flung  all  thought  of  fear 
aside,  and  in  the  girl's  heart  surged  the 
wild,  fierce  joy  of  living,  with  life  itself 
at  stake. 

For  just  an  instant  Chloe's  glance  rest- 
ed upon  her  companions;  Big  Lena  sat 
scowling  murderously  at  Vermilion's 
broad  back.     Harriet  Penny  had  fainted 


and  lay  with  the  back  of  her  head  awash 
in  the  shallow  bilge  water.  A  strange 
alter  ego — elemental  —  primordial  —  had 
taken  possession  of  Chloe.  Her  eyes 
glowed,  and  her  heart  thrilled  at  the  sight 
of  the  tense,  vigilant  figure  of  Vermilion, 
and  the  sweating,  straining  scowmen. 
For  the  helpless  form  of  Harriet  Penny 
she  felt  only  contempt — the  savage,  in- 
tolerant contempt  of  the  strong  for  the 
weak  among  firstlings. 

The  intoxication  of  a  new  existence 
was  upon  her,  or,  better,  a  world-old  ex- 
istence— an  existence  that  was  new  when 
the  world  was  new.  In  that  moment,  she 
was  a  throw-back  of  a  million  years,  and 
Continued  on  page  83. 


Top — On  the  Calgary  trail, 
close  to  Exshaiv.  Below — 
Near  Sinclair  Hot  Springs  on 
the  Banff-Windennere  Road. 


The  Motor  Roads 
of  Canada 

By  W.  A.  Craick 

Illustrated  by  Photographs  from  All  Parts  of  the  Dominian 


THE  APPEAL  of 
the  automobile  to 
the  favor  of  man- 
kind  is  many-sided.       To   one 
person    its    sheer    utility    may 
prove  to  be  its  most  valued  fea- 
ture; to  another  the  opportun- 
ity it  affords  for  the  pursuit  of 
health  or  pleasure.     One  man 
is  fascinated  by  the  mechanism 
itself   and   takes   rare    delight 
in   the   perfect  motion   of  en- 
gine   and    running    gear;    his 
neighbor   derives  his   satisfac- 
tion  from  the   exhilaration   of 
rapid  motion  and  the  shatter- 
ing of  speed  records.    There  is 
a  peculiar  attraction  for  some 
people  in  the  skilful  handling 
of  a  car  amid  the  congested  traffic  of  a  city's 
streets,  and  there  is  a  simpler  joy  for  other  people 
in  quiet  runs  along  unfrequented  country  roads. 

But  of  all  the  appeals  that  the  automobile 
exerts  on  the  human  mind  that  of  the  open  road 
seems  most  alluring.  To  leave  behind  the  circum- 
scribed life  of  home  and  office,  the  narrow  con- 
fines of  one's  everyday  experiences,  and  set  forth, 
like  the  knights  of  old,  to  conquer  new  worlds — 
that  must  surely  be  the  strongest  appeal  of  all. 

In  olden  times,  those  who  could,  and  would, 
journeyed  where  they  pleased  and  by  such  routes 
as  took  their  fancy.  They  were  not  compelled  by 
the  exigencies  of  time  and  space  to  travel  on  a 
fixed  line  or  by  an  immutable  schedule.  But  with 
the  advent  of  the  railroad  and  the  railroad  train, 
much  of  this  joy  of  the  open  road,  with  its  unre- 
stricted movements,  was  lost.  Travel  became,  in 
,  one  sense  at  least,  an  affair  performed  under 
pronounced  limitations.  The  traveller  had  of 
necessity  to  proceed  at  hours  that  were  not  of  his 
choice  and  by  routes  that  were  fixed  for  him,  while 
his  views  of  passing  scenery  were  but  fractional 
in  scope.  To-day,  the  automobile  is  emancipating 
men  and  women  from  the  partial  thraldom  into 
which  they  had  been  forced.  It  is  giving  them 
the  means  to  regain  a  portion  at  least  af  that 
freedom  of  motion  enjoyed  by  their  forefathers. 
It     is    quite    true    that    there    are    still    seri- 


ous restrictions  on  even  the  move- 
ments of  the  motorist.  He  cannot 
go  whither  he  would  in  comfort  be- 
cause of  the  shocking  condition  of 
many  of  the  roads.  Yet,  the  agita- 
tion in  favor  of  good  roads,  which 
has  compelled  provincial  and  muni- 
cipal governments  to  take  heed  and 
set  about  the  improvement  of  exist- 
ing highways  and  the  construction 
of  necessary  new  ones,  is  bearing 
fruit,  and  year  by  year  the  extent 
of  country  thrown  open  to  the  mo- 
torist is  being  rapidly  increased. 
As  compared  with  five  years  ago, 
or  even  less,  his  field  of  possible 
motion  has  been  surprisingly  en- 
larged. 

CANADA  is  so  obviously  a  coun- 
try possessing  boundless  attrac- 
tions for  the  motor  tourist  that  it  is 
scarcely  necessary  to  point  them 
out.  From  coast  to  coast  there  is 
not  a  natural  feature  omitted  from 
the  list  of  possibilities.  Wilderness 
and  cultivated  land,  mountains  and 
plains,  river  and  lakes,  waterfalls 
and  canyons,  forests  and  clearings, 
islands  and  shore,  cities  and  hamlets 
— all  are  embraced  within  the  limits 
of  the  broad  Dominion. 

Perhaps  the  country's  strongest 
appeal  comes  from  the  wilderness. 
Men  and  women  live  so  much  within 
the  artificial  confines  of  populated 
centres,  their  ordinary  expeditions 
by.  motor  are  so  frequently  limited 

Along  the  Banff — Win- 
dermere   Motor    Road. 


— Photo  by  Spaiilding,  FeriiieA 


-M  A  CI.  i:.\  N'S     .M  A  (;  A  Z]  N  K 


to  roads  traversing  cultivated    areas    that,    vi^hen 
more  extended  tours  are  contemplated,  it  is  to  re- 
gions where  nature  is  yet  in   its  primitive   state 
that   they   would    feign    direct   their    movements. 
That   is   why   Canada   is    becoming   annually   the 
Mecca  for  increasing  numbers  of  American  tour- 
ists.    In  their  own  country  they  are  liv- 
ing  under   conditions   that   are   growing 
more    and    more    artificial    in    character. 
In  Canada  they  still  find  opportunities  for 
the  en.ioyment  of  outdoor  life  in  its  freest 
form. 

There  are  gradually  being  evolved  in 
Canada  a  system  of  main  highways  for 
motorists  which,  when  linked  up  in  pro- 
cess of  time,  will  provide  the  Dominion 
with  a  network  of  splendid  smooth  roads 
on   which   the  traveller  by  automobile 
may,  if  he  has  the  time  and  the  means, 
traverse  the  entire  breadth  of  the  coun- 
try from  the  Atlantic  to  the  Pacific  ex- 
peditiously and  in  comfort.    This  Na- 
tional Highway  is  still  a  dream,  but  that 
it  will  ultimately  eventuate,  is  reason- 
ably sure.     So  ranid  is  the  progress  al- 
ready being  made  with  existing  build- 
ing programmes  and  so  vigorously  is 
the  good  roada  movement  being  pushed 
by   automobile   clubs   and   associations, 
that  it  is  not  at  all  improbable  that  a  high- 
way from  coast  to  coast  will  become  a 
reality  within  a  comparatively  few  years. 
At  the  present  time  the  efforts  being 
made  to  provide  roadways  suited  to  the 
needs    of    motor    traflSc    are    provincial 
rather  than  national  in  scope.    Each  pro- 
vince of  Confederation  has  its  roads  de- 
partment and  each  of  these  departments 
is  working  out  problems  connected  with 
provincial  needs.    In  the  van  of  the  move- 
ment comes  Quebec,  where   upwards  of 
seventeen  million  dollars  has  been  con- 
tributed by  the  government   since  1912 
towards   the    construction    of    provincial 
highways.     Ontario  follows  with  an  ex- 
panding  programme   of   good    roads   de- 
velopment.   British  Columbia  already  has 
several  unsurpassed  scenic  roads  through 
its    immense    mountain     ranges.       The 
prairie  provinces  are  gradually  providing 
their    inhabitants   with    improved    road- 
ways, while  in  the   Maritime  Provinces, 
where  some  of  Canada's  most  charming 
scenery  is  to  be  found,  the  several  govern- 
ments are  alive  to  the  pressing  demands 
of  the  people  for  better  roads. 


Top — Approaching  Sinclair  Hot 
Springs  along  the  Banff-Winder- 
mere Road.  Bottom — Five  hun- 
dred feet  above  the  Fraser  River. 


Meantime  the  Island 
Highway  continues  on 
up  the  east  coast  of  the 
Island  through  Lady- 
smith  and  Nanaimo  to 
Parksville,  from  which 
point  a  second  branch 
road  strikes  across 
country  to  Port  Alberni 
Canal.  Leaving  Parks- 
ville, the  main  road 
hugs  the  island  shore 
and  proceeds 
through    Q  u  a  1  i- 


r^  OMMENCING  with  British  Columbia, 
^^  it  may  prove  interesting  to  enumerate 
some  of  the  main  tourist  routes  now  open 
to  the  motorist.  There  are,  in  the  Pacific 
province,  roughly,  two  systems  of  roads. 
One  may  be  described  as  the  island  sy^ 
tern;  the  other  the  inland  system.  Both 
contain  much  superb  scenery;  both  are 
excellently  constructed  and  both  will 
shortly  be  linked  up  into  a  single  pro- 
vincial system. 

As  the  name  implies,  the  island  system 
is  to  be  found  on  Vancouver  Island.  It 
radiates  from  Victoria  and  comprises  the 
main  island  highway,  175  miles  in  lengtl), 
extending  to  Campbell  River  and  includ- 
ing the  famous  Malahat  Drive,  with 
branch  roads  to  Cowichan  Lake  and  Al- 
berni ;  and  a  number  of  fine  roads  on  the 
Saanich  Peninsula.  The  system  has 
elicited  unstinted  praise  from  American 
tourists,  who  describe  Vancouver  Island, 
as  viewed  from  its  motor  roads,  as  a 
scenic  wonderland  with  an  irresistible 
call  to  the  motor  enthusiast. 

The  first  few  miles  along  the  route  of 
the  Island  Highway  takes  the  tourist 
through  a  beautiful  country  bordering  on 


the     Gorge, 

an    arm    of 

the     Pacific 

Ocean.    Then   the 

road    swings 

northward 

through    magnifi- 
cent  forests   and    finally 

begins  the  gradual  ascent 

of     Malahat     Mountain, 

over  the   so-called   Mala- 
hat Drive.  This  mountain 

driveway     deserves     the 

highest   praise,   not   only 

because  of  its  wonderful 

scenery,  but  by  reason  of 

its  gentle   gradients  and 

wide  well-built  roadway. 
To   reach   the   summit, 

at  an  elevation  of  1,250 

feet,    is   an    easy    accom- 
plishment   for    any    car,     ^^^^^^^^^ 

and  the  road  is  wide/  ^^^^^^^^ 
enough  for  the  passenger; 
to  enjoy  the  scenery  without  fear  of  get- 
ting too  close  to  the  edge  of  the  shelf  on 
which  it  is  built.  From  the  top  of  the 
mountain  a  splendid  view  of  the  island- 
dotted  stretches  of  Saanich  Inlet  is  to  be 
had,  while  far  in  the  background  towers 
the  massive,  snow-clad  peak  of  Mount 
Baker  on  the  American  coast. 

r\  ESCENDING  again  into  the  valley, 
*■''  the  road  skirts  the  shores  of  Mill 
Bay,  passes  on  through  Cobble  Hill  and 
along  Harrison  Bay  until  the  town  of 
Duncans  is  reached.  Near  here  a  branch 
road  turns  inland  to  Cowichan  Lake,  a 
distance  of  some  twenty  miles.  The  lat- 
ter route  traverses  a  well-wooded  terri- 
tory and  follows  the  Cowichan  River  Val- 
ley down  to  the  Lake,  a  very  beautiful 
stretch  of  water  much  frequented  by  holi- 
day makers. 


-Photo  by  Spauldhig,  Fernie. 


cum  Beach,  Union  Bay  and  Courtenay  to 
Campbell  River.  It  is  possible  to  travel 
still  further  by  motor,  though  this  is 
really  the  end  of  the  highway.  A  road 
now  extends  up  the  River  to  Forbes 
Landing  at  the  entrance  to  Strathcona 
Park,  an  immense  reservation  in  the  heart 
of  Vancouver  Island,  destined  to  become 
one  of  Canada's  most  famous  play- 
grounds. 

The  road  system  on  the  Saanich  Penin- 
sula, while  not  off'ering  the  same  possi- 
bilities for  extended  tours  as  the  Island 
Highway,  yet  provides  the  motorist  with 
very  tempting  fare  in  the  way  of  choice 
scenery.  The  favorite  programme  is  to 
make  a  loop  trip  around  the  Peninsula. 
This  includes  the  ascent  of  Little  Saanich 
Mountain,  on  the  summit  of  which  the 
new  Dominion  Observatory  with  its  re- 
cord-breaking   telescope,    has    just    been 


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View  on  the  'main 
road  through  the 
fa^nous     Evangeline 

Country,  N.S. 


A  typical  Nova 
Scotia  road,  winding 
through  t  h  e  ivoods. 


erected.  The  road  to  the  observatory  is 
blasted  out  of  the  rock  and  presents 
several  interesting  engineering  features, 
while  from  the  top  of  the  mountain,  the 
tourist  obtains  a  glorious  view  of  the  sur- 
rounding country,  a  combination  of  forest, 
lake  and  mountain  scenery  of  rare  charm. 

ON  THE  mainland  of  British  Colum- 
bia, while  in  certain  districts,  not- 
ably the  Okanagan  Valley  and  the  district 
around  Kamloops,  many  fine  roads  have 
been  built,  the  number  of  what  may  be 
described  as  tourist  routes  is  as  yet  some- 
what limited.  The  earliest  constructed 
road  in  the  province,  the  famous  Cariboo 
Trail,  which,  starting  at  Hop,  follows  the 
Eraser  River  Valley  up  to  Lillooet  and 
thence  northward  to  Quesnel,  reputedly 
holds  magnificent  attrac- 
tions for  motorists,  in- 
cluding fishing,  hunting, 
good  road,  and  road 
houses  and  sruperb  and 
varied  scenery.  This  road 
is  reached  from  Vancou- 
ver by  proceeding  over 
the  Westminster  Yale 
Road,  a  connecting  link, 
built  soon  after  British 
Columbia  entered  Con- 
federation. 

The  finest  system  of 
roads  in  the  province, 
however,  is  not  to  be  ap- 
proached from  the  west, 
but  from  the  east,  and 
until  some  missing  links 
are  supplied,  the  coast 
cities  will  continue  to  be 
cut  off^  from  communica- 
tion with  it.  The  refer- 
ence is  to  the  Banff-Win- 
d  e  r  m  e  r  e  ,    Cranbrook- 


Golden  and  Creston-Macleod  roads.  Start- 
ing from  Calgary,  it  is  possible  to  make 
a  grand  circuit  of  all  three  roads,  an  ex- 
perience which  those  who  have  attempted 
it  describe  as  one  of  the  finest  trips  im- 
aginable. 

The  route  from  Calgary  to  Banff  is  now 
a  familiar  one  to  many  motorists  as  it 
has  long  been  a  favorite  run  for  Calgar- 
ians.  From  Banff  to  Lake  Windermere, 
however,  the  road  is  only  just  in  process 
of  completion  and  in  consequence  it  is  still 
a  terra  incognita  to  most  people.  That 
it  will  prove  to  be  one  of  the  most  attrac- 
tive scenic  routes  in  the  world,  admitting 
the  motorist  as  it  will,  to  the  very  heart 
of  the  Rocky  Mountains,  may  be  taken 
for  granted.  It  crosses  from  the  Bow 
River    Valley   to   the     Kootenay    Valley 


A  waterside  stretch  in  Quebec. 


through  the  Vermil- 
ion Pass  and  thence 
from  the  Kootenay 
Valley  to  the  Colum- 
bia Valley  by  the 
Sinclair  Pass  and 
Canyon.  At  Sinclair 
it  joins  the  older 
road  extending  up 
the  Columbia  Valley 
from  Golden  to  Fort 
Steele. 

At  Fort  Steele  the 
tourist  comes  into 
touch  with  the  main 
southern  highway  of 
the  province,  which, 
starting  at  Creston 
passes  eastward 
through  Cranbrook, 
Fernie  and  the 
Crow's  Nest  Pass 
and  so  out  into 
Southern  Alberta. 
This  road  is  said  to 
surpass  any  other  in 
the  province  in  ex- 
cellence and  the 
scenery  throughout 
its  entire  length  is 
splendid.  It  will 
take  the  motorist  to 
Macleod,  whence  a 
good  road  runs  north 
to  Calgary,  complet- 
ing the  circuit. 

'  I  *HE  prairie  pro- 
■^  vinces  are  not 
without  their  attrac- 
tions for  the  motor- 
ist on  tour  and  those  who  enjoy  the  pros- 
pect of  vast  expanses  of  open  country  will 
find  plenty  of  opportunities  for  indulging 
their  fancy  in  the  environs  of  almost  any 
of  the  larger  centres  of  population  on 
the  plains.  However,  of  recognized  motor 
routes  extending  for  considerable  dis- 
tances, there  are  as  yet  few  in  this  part 
of  Western  Canada,  though  several  have 
been  projected.  One  has  to  come  east 
to  the  older  portions  of  Ontario  before 
encountering  systems  of  roads,  providing 
varied  scenery  and  affording  satisfactory 
facilities  for  the  enjoyment  of  tours  by 
motor. 

The  good  roads  movement  had  its  in- 
ception in  Ontario  several  years  ago,  with 
the  result  that  many  smooth,  well-con- 
structed highways  are  now  to  be  found 
in  various  parts  of  the 
province.  The  only  draw- 
back to  a  thorough  enjoy- 
ment of  these  roads  is 
that,  up  to  the  present 
time,  the  work  of  im- 
provement has  been  done 
by  the  counties  individ- 
ually and  in  consequence 
there  has  not  been  that 
co-ordination  of  effort 
necessary  to  combine  the 
county  systems  into  a 
connected  provincial  sys- 
tem. This  defect  is  to  be 
remedied  forthwith.  A 
bill  has  already  been  in- 
troduced into  the  legis- 
lature which  will,  when 
enacted,  give  the  province 
power  to  take  over  main 
roads  from  the  counties 
and  establish  a  system  of 
provincial  highways, 
which  will  link  up  exist- 


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ing  good  roads  and  make 
them  easily  accessible  to 
motorists  from  all  parts 
of  the  province. 

As  a  first  step  in  the 
evolution  of  the  proposed 
provincial  system,  there 
will  be  the  establishment 
of  a  highway  from  Wind- 
sor, on  the  Detroit  River, 
to  the  Quebec  boundary 
line  at  the  eastern  ex- 
tremity of  the  province. 
This  highway,  to  all  in- 
tents and  purposes,  al- 
ready exists  and  for  the 
most  part  it  is  in  excel- 
lent condition.  All  that 
the  province  will  have  to 
do  will  be  to  bring  it  up 
to  a  certain  standard 
throughout  its  entire 
length.  This  done,  it  will 
form  the  backbone  of  all 
the  road  systems  in  the 
province  and  in  itself  will  provide  a  most 
attractive  tourist  route  from  end  to  end 
of  old  Ontario. 

The  provincial  highway,  starting  from 
Windsor,  passes  east  through  Chatham, 
l^ndon,  Woodstock  and  Brantford  to 
Hamilton,  where  it  links  up  with  the 
splendid  new  Hamilton-Toronto  high- 
way. From  Toronto  eastward  it  follows 
the  Kingston  Road  through  the  lake-front 
towns  of  Whitby,  Oshawa,  Bowmanville, 
Port  Hope,  Cobourg,  Belleville  and  Nap- 
anee  to  Kingston  and  continues  thence  by 
the  old  Front  Road  through  Brockville, 
Prescott  and  Cornwall  to  Montreal.  It  is 
already,  in  whole  or  in  parts,  a  favorite 
run  for  motorists  and  will  become  more 
and  more  popular  as  the  remaining  defec- 
t  i  V  e  sections  are 
brought  up  to  stand- 
ard. 


A  picturesque  glimpse  on  one  of  Quebec's  famous  motor  roads. 

be  in  excellent  shape  we.st  of  St.  Thomas, 
though  not  so  good  east  of  that  point. 
Connection  with  the  main  road  may  be 
made  by  means  of  the  St.  Thomas-London 
road. 

From  a  scenic  standpoint,  however,  the 
best  available  territory  in  Western  On- 
tario is  to  be  found  up  around  Georgian 
Bay  and  Lake  Huron,  and  thanks  to  the 
efforts  of  the  counties  in  that  locality, 
many  first-class  roads  now  exist  in  that 
section  of  the  country.  It  is  possible  to 
start  from  Toronto,  Hamilton,  London  or 
other  points  on  the  trunk  line  and  make 
most  enjoyable  runs  in  a  northerly  or 
north-weslerly   direction. 

Yonge  Street,  extending  north  from 
Toronto  to  the  vicinity  of  Bradford,  is 


VyiTH    the    pro- 
vincial      high- 
way as  a  base,  it  is 
possible  to  make  var- 
ious side  and  round 
trips  through  attrac- 
tive   sections   of   old 
Ontario.        For     in- 
stance, the  run  from 
Hamilton  to  Niagara 
Falls  over  the  Stoney 
Creek  Road  in  Went- 
worth     County     and 
the     old     Queenston 
and    Grimsby    Stone 
Road      i  n      Lincoln 
County,  is  one  of  the 
finest     in     the     pro- 
vince.      At  Niagara 
Falls,    the    beautiful 
system  of  roads  built 
by    the    Queen    Vic- 
toria  Niagara   Falls 
Park   Commission   is 
encountered  and  the 
run     may     be     con- 
tinued    along    the 
famous    Niagara    Boule- 
vard as  far  as  Fort  Erie. 
An  alternative  route  to 
that    of    the    trunk    line 
from    Hamilton    west    is 
provided   by  the   famous 
Talbot   Road,   which    ex- 
tends from  Niagara  Falls 

to    Windsor   through    St.  Thomas,  paralleling  the 
main   road   to  the   south.    This  road  is  reported  to 


25 

one  popular  means  of  ac- 
cess to  this  alluring  dis- 
trict.      From     Bradford, 
excellent  roads  built  by 
the    county    of    Simcoe, 
take     the     motorist     on 
through    Barrie   and    up 
the  beautiful  west  shore 
of  Lake  Simcoe  to  Orillia. 
Beyond    that    there    are 
passable  roads  to  Parry 
Sound   and   even   farther 
north.     Debouching  from 
Barrie,  one  may  proceed 
to  Penetang  by  a  fairly 
good  county  road  or  else 
make    the    run    through 
Stayner    to    Collingwood 
and     thence     along     the 
.shore  of  Georgian  Bay  to 
Meaford     and     Owen 
Sound.     The  scenery  on 
all   these    roads  is   very 
fine,    including    hill    and 
valley,  wood  and  stream, 
lake    and    river.       Another    picturesque 
route  to  the  Bay  is  via  Hurontario  Street. 
This  old  highway  starts  from  Port  Credit 
and  runs  through  Brampton  to  Orange- 
ville.    It  is  a  route  full  of  variety  and  the 
road  itself  is  one  of  the  best  in  the  pro- 
vince.    From  Orangeville  there  is  a  good 
road  to  Shelburne  and  thence  to  Owen 
Sound.     Yet  another  route  that  may  be 
followed  is  to  set  out  from  Hamilton,  cross 
to  Guelph  and  then  proceed  through  Fer- 
gus and  Arthur  to  Owen  Sound. 

From    Owen    Sound    one    may    motor 
across  the  Bruce  Peninsula  to  Southamp- 
ton and  thus  come  out  on  the  shore  of 
Lake  Huron.  Or  the  same  objective  may 
be  pleasantly  obtained  by  leaving  Hamil- 
ton and  driving  through  Guelph,  Fergus, 
Flora,     Harriston     and 
Walkerton.      A     very 
beautiful  ride  to  South- 
ampton   is    that    from 
Guelph,  through  Berlin 
and  Stratford,  to  God- 
erich  and  thence  north 
along  the  shore  of  Lake 
Huron,     through     Kin- 
cardine, to  one's  destin- 
ation.    This  same  lake 
run  may  be  made,  start- 


A  Sylvan  road  tra- 
versing Wihnot  Park 
in  the  provincial  cap- 
ital of  New  Bruns- 
wick. 


A  typical  New 
Brunswick  scene  — 
along  the  beautiful 
valley  of  the  Kenne- 
bccasis  Hiver. 


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ing  from  London  and 
going  to  Goderich 
direct  or  via  Sarnia. 

P  AST  of  Toronto 
*--'  the  possibilities 
for  side  trips  from  the 
trunk  line  are  not  so 
numerous,  but  some  of 
the  available  runs  are 
very  pretty.  Except 
for  the  roads  in  Prince 
Edward  County,  all 
these  routes  run  to  the 
north.  Prom  Whitby 
the  old  main  road  to 
Lindsay,  skirting 
Lake  Scugog,  is  an  at- 
tractive one.  From 
Port  Hope  there  is  a 
good  road  to  Peterboro 
round  the  west  end  of 
Rice  Lake.  From  Co- 
bourg  a  capital  road 
runs  north  to  Gore's 
Landing.  There  is  a 
main  road  extending 
from  Belleville  to  Ma- 
doc  that  has  consider- 
able claim  to  beauty,  while  all  around  the 
Bay  of  Quinte,  especially  in  Prince  Ed- 
ward County  there  are  numerous  pretty 
roads.  From  Kingston  one  may  motor,  on 
a  fairly  good  road,  up  through  the  Rideau 
Lake  County  to  Perth,  Smith's  Falls, 
Carleton  Place  and  Ottawa.  A  highway 
is  projected  from  Prescott  to  Ottawa,  but 


A  choice  stretch  on  the  Niagara  Boulevard. 

as  yet  the  road  is  not  in  any  too  good 
shape  for  motoring.  Finally  there  is  the 
run  from  Ottawa  to  Montreal  along  the 
south  shore  of  the  Ottawa  River,  which 
will  be  very  much  improved  in  character 
in  the  near  future.  , 

If  in  the  Province  of  Ontario,  county 
systems  of  roads  have  preceded  provincial 


systems,  in  the  Pro- 
vince of  Quebec  the  re- 
verse, speaking  gen- 
erally, is  the  case. 
Quebec  already  pos- 
sesses four  fine  pro- 
V  i  n  c  i  a  1  highways, 
which  are  a  delight  to 
motorists,  but  outside 
of  these,  roads 
throughout  the  pro- 
vince as  a  rule  do  not 
measure  up  to  the 
standard  of  Ontario 
roads.  At  the  same 
time,  scenic  beauties 
are  perhaps  on  a  some- 
what grander  scale 
than  those  to  be  found 
along  motor  routes  in 
the  upper  province, 
which  partly  compen- 
sates for  the  inferior- 
ity of  some  of  the 
highways. 

Since  1912  the  Pro- 
vince  of    Quebec   has 
constructed  over  2,000 
miles  of  first-class  per- 
manently-improved highways,  the  govern- 
ment contribution  towards  the  building  of 
which  has  been  close  to  seventeen  million 
dollars.    More  than  that,  at  the  last  ses- 
sion of  the  legislature,  another  five  mil- 
lion   dollars   was    appropriated    for   the 
further  extension   of  the  provincial   sys- 
Continued  on  page  80. 


The  Centre  of  Gravity 

A  Story  of  the  Gold  Boom  Days  in  British  Columbia 

By  Hopkins  Moorhouse 


Who  wrote  "Face  Up,"  "What  the  Gods  Send,"  etc. 


EDITOR'S  NOTE. — Mr.  Moorhouse  presents  herewith  a  new 
character — Andy  Doolin,  proprietor  of  the  Silver  Dollar,  a  typical 
publican  of  the  gold  boom  days  out  West.  Andy's  recital  of  the  excit- 
ing and  curious  events  in  the  gold  camps  will  be  worked  into  a  series 
of  short  stories,  and  we  shall  hear  more  of  Dutch  McGee  and  Jim 
Vrotty  and  Joe  Kerry.  This  will  be  the  best  series  of  typical  Cana- 
dian stories  that  has  appeared  in  years. 


OUEER  things  bein'  done  by  queer 
individuals  was  common  enough  in 
them  days  out  there  in  the  Slocan 
country.  But  lookin'  back,  I  can't  find  no- 
thin'  to  take  the  trick  from  Joe  Kerry.  So 
it  was  fittin'  and  proper  that  the  biggest 
doin's  Joe  ever  got  mixed  up  in  started  in 
some  burnin'  hay.  For  if  the  hay  hadn't 
caught  fire  on  top  of  a  load  of  giant  pow- 
der, Kerry  wouldn't  have  handed  Andy 
Doolin  his  talk  on  the  barrenness  of  life; 
and  but  for  said  talk,  said  Doolin,  which 
same  is  yours  truly,  wouldn't  have  steered 
him  up  against  that  rattle-snake  proposi- 
tion. An'  if  the  snake  hadn't  been  quick- 
er'n  Joe,  he'd  merely  have  moseyed  on  up 
the  trail  to  the  next  camp,  kickin'  him- 
self for  a  discard,  an'  thereby  missed 
meetin'  Sally  Lane.  ' 

Joe  held  the  royal  flush  for  recklessness 
in  half  a  dozen  camps  along  his  route. 
When  he  pulled  up  in  front  of  the  "Silver 
Dollar"  bar  that  day  with  a  load  of  giant 

•  'opyiiEli 


an'  hay,  he  just  natcherally  tossed  his 
glowin'  cigarette  over  his  shoulder,  climb- 
ed down,  hitched  the  team  an'  made  for 
the  thirst  emporium. 

Meantime  sundry  citizens  was  hittin' 
sand  for  the  timber  an'  hollerin'  like  a 
bunch  of  Siwashes.  When  Joe  happens 
out  casual  to  see  what's  movin'  in  the 
world  of  man  he  finds  nothin'  more  excit- 
in'  than  burnin'  hay  on  a  load  of  powder. 
So  he  just  finished  rollin'  another  smoke, 
gets  up  lazy  on  his  wagon,  kicks  said 
blazin'  hay  off,  follows  it  to  the  ground 
an'  proceeds  to  smother  same  with  a  horse 
blanket.' 

"By  Gander!"  he  swears,  kind  of  inter- 
ested. "I  came  darn  near  havin'  to  go 
back  for  more  hay,  Andy." 

"Yes,"  I  snorts,  "an'  you  come  mighty 
near  sendin'  this  here  booze  bazaar,  which 
includes  myself,  nearer  Heaven  than 
we're  carded  for!" 

His  jaw-hinge  weakened  at  that  an'  I 
ted  In  Uniteil  States  nnd  Great  Britain.     All  rights 


could  see  by  the  way  he  held  his  mouth 
that  he  was  some  impressed. 

"By  Gander,  that's  right!"  he  admits. 
"Somethin'  might've  happened — but  did 
it?  No,  Andy,  it  did  not."  And  he  starts 
shakin'  his  head  and  lookin'  at  me  sorrow- 
ful. "No,  Andy,  it  did  NOT!"  he  repeats, 
solemn  and  sad.  "Nothin'  EVER  does. 
It's  gettin'  tiresome — so  tiresome,  Andy, 
that  there  are  times  when  I  feel  that  I 
must  crawl  away  into  a  lonely  cave  among 
the  dead  bones  of  the  beasts  an'  lay  me 
down  and  die." 

T_T  IS  voice  was  hollow  as  said  cave,  an' 
■*■■*■  he  pulled  a  faded  flower  look  on  me 
that  made  me  think  of  coflSns  an'  a  dreary 
rain-soaked  grave  on  a  bleak  hill. 

"Have  a  drink,"  I  suggested,  kind  of 
hasty;  for  Joe  Kerry  had  a  funny-bone  as 
was  some  abnormal  an'  enterprisin'. 
"Mebbe  it'll  help  dispel  the  envelopin' 
gloom." 

He  shakes  his  head  as  he  sits  the  glass 
down  an'  stares  at  it  dejected. 

"Here  I  am,  Andy,"  he  proceeds,  "a 
full  grown,  healthy  citizen  of  five  and 
thirty  summers  an'  a  like  number  of  win- 
ters, an'  not  a  darn  thing  out  of  the  or- 
dinary ever  happened  to  me.  It's  my 
hoodoo,"  he  says.  "When  it  comes  to  be- 
in'  recognized  by  self-respectin'  and'  in- 
Reserved.  ' 


.M  A  C  J,  E  A  N  '  S    x\l  A  ( i  A  Z  1  iN  E 


terestin'  Events,  I've  got  the  measles  an' 
smallpox  an'  yellow  fever  all  rolled  into 
one. 

"Andy,"  says  he,  mournful,  "I'm  only 
a  bit  of  scum  in  a  stagnant  pool !  I'm  only 
the  wooden  post  on  the  graveyard  gate! 
I'm  the  centre  of  gravity,  that's  what  I 
am!  I'm  the  feather  that  dropped  from 
the  tail  o'  the  Great  Bird  o'  Progress!" 
says  he.  "An'  the  minute  I  flutter  near 
anythin'  that  looks  like  somethin',  it  falls 
so  flat  I  can't  even  find  the  edges  of  it. 
I've  climbed  onto  some  of  the  cussedest 
cayuses  ever  coralled  an'  the  blame  things 
have  walked  off  with  me  just  as  if  they 
enjoyed  it.  An'  the  next  fellow  that  tried 
to  saddle  'em,  the  critters  would  bite  a 
square  foot  of  hide  off  him,  kick  him  in 
the  face,  an'  then  roll  over  on  him !  Fact, 
I  tell  you. 

"I've  sat  in  poker  games  in  all  the 
camps  along  this  trail  an'  got  plumb  reck- 
less tryin'  to  start  somethin'.  But  I  ain't 
never  been  able  to  quit  loser  mor'n  a  dol- 
lar an'  never  won  more'n  six  bits  in  one 
sittin'i 

'I've  got  a  couple  o'  thousand  in  the 
bank  that  I  ain't  got  no  particular  need 
of,  an'  I'm  makin'  a  couple  o'  hundred 
every  trip  up  the  darn  old  trail.  An' 
though  I'm  just  pinin'  to  have  things  bust 
loose,  I  can't  get  no  more  excitement  out 
o'  life  than  a  hearse-driver.  Ain't  it  the 
limit?    Now,  honest,  Andy,  ain't  it?" 

"Well,"  says  I,  "it  may  be  that  I'm  a 

'  queer  sort,  but  I  never  could  work  up  any 

kind  of  indignation  over  havin'  things  go 

'long  nice  an'  smooth  like.    Bfit  every  man 

to  his  taste,  Joe." 

"What  would  you  do,  if  you  was  me?" 
he  says,  lookin'  earnest. 

"If  I  was  you?"  I  says,  speculatin'. 
"Why,  I  don't  know,  Joe.  Guess  I'd  go  out, 
pick  up  a  rattler  by  the  tail  an'  snap  his 
head  off  before  he  could  get  to  me." 

l_T  E  looked  at  me  kind  of  queer,  but  the 
•*■  •*■  subject  was  dropped  complete.  After 
we'd  talked  about  other  things  for  awhile, 
Kerry  mounted  his  seat  an'  drove  off. 

'Bout  an  hour  later  he  come  tearin'  back 
into  camp,  astride  one  of  his  horses.  He 
swung  off  at  the  "Silver  Dollar,"  rushed 
in,  grabbed  a  bottle  of  whiskey  from  the 
bar  and  emptied  same  without  stoppin'. 
Next  thing  I  knew  he'd  keeled  over  on 
the  floor  an'  I  got  to  him  faster'n  it  takes 
to  tell.  His  arm  was  swollen  an'  black 
from  the  wrist  to  a  thong  twisted  tightly 
around  it,  just  below  the  elbow.  'Bout 
half  way  up  I  could  see  the  marks  of  the 
rattler's  fangs  plain  enough.  I  slashes 
the  wound  with  my  pocket  knife  an' 
sends  Jimmy  on  the  run  for  Doc.  Bradley. 

Of  course,  Kerry  wasn't  in  condition 
to  continue  his  trip,  an'  his  partner,  re- 
turnin'  light  from  up  trail  next  day,  ex- 
changed outfits  and  hauled  the  powder 
away.  It  was  not  till  several  days  later 
that  the  blamed  idiot  took  up  his  unevent- 
ful career  and  proceeded  down  to  the  rail- 
way. And  on  the  next  trip  up  Sally  Lane 
was  perched  on  the  seat  beside  him.  So 
you  see  how  fate  had  worked  it  all  out. 

THE  whole  camp  was  out  to  greet  the 
new  school  teacher.  An'  I  tell  you  a 
prettier  little  schoolmarm  than  Miss  Lane 
never  come  West.  Every  man  in  Clover 
Bar  was  kow-towin'  to  her  before  her 
first  little  boot  sunk  into  the  gumbo.  An' 
inside  a  week  every  woman  in  the  place 
was  callin'  her  a  "dear  little  girl,"  which 


is  chalkin'  up  some  marks  for  aforemen- 
tioned young  lady. 

It  didn't  take  yours  truly  long  to  strad- 
dle the  fact  that  he'd  lost  a  good  custo- 
mer an'  that  Joe  was  some  punctured.  Miss 
Lane  had  decided  views,  it  seemed,  on  the 
consumption  of  alcoholic  beverages  an' 
the  regular  stoppin'  place  of  one  trail 
freight  wagon  was  now  the  little  school- 
house  just  above  the  camp.  Sometimes, 
when  Jimmy  was  relievin'  an'  I  was  out 
takin'  the  ozone,  I  used  to  meet  Joe  an' 
at  such  times  he  took  to  confidin'  how  he 
was  gettin'  along.  An'  though  I  had  one 
ear  always  open  for  it,  I  wasn't  hearin' 
any  more  talk  'bout  lonely  caves  an'  dead 
bones,  an'  life  bein'  tiresome. 

'Stead  of  that  he'd  taken  to  nibblin' 
dainty  lunches  spread  out  on  the  school- 
marm's  desk,  him  Ijstenin'  to  her  pretty 
prattle  'bout  nothin'  in  partickler,  an'  the 
two  of  'em  smilin'  across  at  each  other 
with  nothin'  to  smile  at.  I  didn't  say  no- 
thin',  but  plucked  a  few  flowers  of  thought 
that  made  me  feel,  somehow,  that  the 
"Silver  Dollar"  was  plugged  money  com- 
pared to  what  was  goin'  on  at  the  school- 
house. 

'T*  HERE  was  others  that  run  to  similar 
■*•  reflections,  for  these  spreads  was  get- 
tin' to  be  so  regular  that  Clover  Bar  house- 
wives took  to  rejoicin'  at  the  way  Joe  had 
reniged  on  the  Demon  Rum.  Everybody 
liked  Joe  a  heap.  But  just  when  the  afore- 
said skirt  brigade  was  flggerin'  as  how 
Miss  Lane  would  most  likely  not  go  back 
East,  didn't  Kerry  himself  waltz  in  an' 
spoil  every  thin'. 

"It's  my  hoodoo  again,  Andy,"  he  la- 
ments, some  lugubrious. 

"Hoodoo  nothin'!"  I  makes  change. 
"It's  plumb  foolishness.  Some  is  born 
fools  an'  some  make  fools  of  themselves. 
You  come  in  both  classes,"  I  says,  layin' 
on  the  brandin'  iron  some  hot. 

For  the  blame  idiot  had  been  ravin'  to 
Miss  Lane  'bout  the  beauty  and  desira- 
bility of  a  certain  girl  back  East.  Her 
eyes  were  nearly  the  same  blue  as  the 
schoolmarm's,  he  had  said,  an'  her  hair 
curled  down  over  her  forehead,  in  the 
same  enticin'  manner,  an'  a  few  more 
things  of  like  an'  similar  refrain.  The 
fact  that  there  never  had  been  no  such 
girl  an'  that  Kerry  was  only  tryin'  to  tell 
her  what  he  thought  of  her  wasn't  suflfi- 
cient  obtrusive  for  Sally  Lane  to  follow 
his  play.  So  the  atmosphere  just  nacher- 
ally  got  so  chilly  Joe's  enthusiasm  froze 
solid  an'  sudden,  an'  he  didn't  notice  Miss 
Lane  transferrin'  a  diamond  ring  from 
her  right  hand  to  the  third  finger  on  her 
left. 

"Really,  Mr.  Kerry,  you  must  be  ex- 
cusin'  me  now,"  she  warbles,  extreme  po- 
lite. "I  promised  Mr.  Laughlin  I'd  go  up 
and  see  the  mine  with  him  this  after- 
noon." 

Joe,  he  sits  there  a  minute,  gulpin'  for 
his  equilibrium  an'  finally  observes  as  how 
he'll  drop  in  to  see  her  on  his  way  back, 
Saturday.  But  she'd  promised  Mr.  Laugh- 
lin that,  there  bein'  no  school  on  Saturday, 
she'd  go  ridin'  vrith  him  an'  they'd  prob- 
ably be  gone  most  of  the  day.  'Then  Joe 
got  a  flash  of  the  diamond  and  left  with 
his  feelin's  quiverin'  an'  his  think-tank 
full  of  leaks. 

HE  was  so  numb  that  he  mounts  his 
load  an'  drives  off  without  lookin' 
back  once.  Things  was  happenin'  so  fast 
that  it  made  him  dizzy.    He  didn't  know. 


of  course,  that  Miss  Lane  had  no  intention 
of  goin'  up  to  the  mine  with  Mr.  Laugh- 
lin. What  she  really  did  when  he  left  was 
to  go  out  to  a  nook  beside  a  little  creek 
an'  take  to  ponderin'  long;  result — dia- 
mond back  on  right  hand,  determination 
to  show  Joe  Kerry  a  thing  or  two,  also 
to  really  go  ridin'  with  Laughlin  on  Sat- 
urday if  said  Laughlin  could  be  made  to 
ask  her  to  go. 

She  lived  near  the  school  an'  on  her 
way  back  she  was  lucky  enough  to  meet 
Jim  Laughlin.  Good  enough  feller,  Jim 
was — he'd  beat  Joe  out  at  a  beauty  show 
any  day.  His  salary  as  timekeeper  at  the 
mines,  though,  wasn't  high  enough  to 
reach  the  knee  of  Matrimonial  Aspira- 
tions; but  he  was  some  pleased  at  the 
temperature  of  Sally  Lane's  greetin'  and 
basked  in  same  all  the  way  to  the  school. 
It  wasn't  till  he  left  her  that  he  backed 
a  few  facts  into  a  corner  an'  examined 
their  teeth — discoverin'  that  they  hadn't 
talked  'bout  anythin'  but  horseback  rid- 
in' and  the  beautiful  country  to  be  seen 
surroundin',  an'  that  he  ha  J  actually  ask- 
ed her  to  go  horseback  ridin'  with  him  on 
Saturday  an'  him  never  on  a  beast's  back 
in  his  life  an'  scared  cold  at  thought  of 
said  stunt. 

That's  how  it  come  that  Joe  Kerry,  on 
his  way  down  trail  that  Saturday,  found 
the  stage-settin'  complete  for  the  worst 
foolishness  of  all.  The  Laughlin-Lane  ex- 
cursion was  halted  at  the  creek  crossin'. 
Miss  Lane  had  ridden  her  bronc  acrost 
the  little  bridge,  but  Laughlin's  piebald 
critter  had  sudden  come  to  the  conclusion 
that  he'd  be  darned  if  he  was  goin'  to 
cross  over.  Joe  Kerry's  funny-bone,  per- 
eeivin'  that  the  clouds  was  gatherin',  told 
him  to  whoa  his  team  an'  he  done  so, 
rollin'  a  pill  an'  settlin'  back  comfortable 
to  take  in  the  cirkis. 

"How  do  you  do.  Miss  Lane?"  he  nods, 
complacent. 

"Very  well,  thank  you,"  she  fellers 
suit,  icin'  her  voice. 

"Mr.  Laughlin  appears  to  be  havin'  a 
little  trouble,"  he  leads  back. 

She  passes — truth  of  statement  requir- 
in'  no  comment. 

"Why  don't  you  push  on  the  reins?" 
says  Joe,  switchin'  from  the  queen  to  the 
jack;  but  Laughlin  was  some  busy  an' 
anxious  an'  said  nothin'. 

"I'll  tell  you  what  to  do,"  Kerry  goes 
on.  "Get  the  horse  headed  right  an'  then 
lean  over  an'  prod  him  with  your  thumb, 
low  down  on  the  neck,  just  in  front  of  the 
shoulder-blade." 

Laughlin  was  some  desperate  an'  he 
covered  instructions  prompt.  The  bron- 
cho arched  sudden  just  under  the  saddle 
an'  cleared  the  bridge  in  one  bound,  leav- 
in'  his  rider  performin'  a  graceful  curve 
through  the  air  an'  comin'  to  rest,  settlin' 
in  the  middle  of  the  creek. 

"Joe  Kerry,  you're  no  gentleman!"  vol- 
unteered the  girl,  emphatic,  thereby  put- 
tin'  a  fat,  round  period  to  roarin'  amuse- 
ment of  party  specified.  She  galloped 
back  to  the  schoolhouse  without  lingerin! 
in  the  situation  an'  hitches  her  mount  to 
the  fence  for  Jim  Laughlin  to  come  an' 
gpt  when  it  suited  him. 

That  girl  was  so  put  out  she  couldn't 
-pell  "cat."  She  walks  up  an'  down  in- 
side, clenchin'  her  hands,  bitir'  her  lips, 
wipin'  away  scaldin'  tears  an  swoarin' 
dictionary  langwidge,  which  meant  she'd 
never  speak  to  Joe  Kerry  again.    She  got 


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so  worked  up  an'  plumb  mad  'bout  it  she 
sudden  started  laughin'  an'  the  more  she 
laughed  the  funnier  the  whole  thing  got. 
"What  a  man !  What  a  man !"  she  soli- 
taires, and  thereupon  sits  down  at  the 
desk  -mth  her  eyes  full  of  the  far  distant 
scene.  She  was  so  busy  lookin'  in  the 
picture-book  of  dreams  that  she  didn't 
pay  no  heed  to  the  clatter  Joe  made, 
passin'  the  place.  The  fallin'  shadows  of 
the  dyin'  day  woke  her  up  final  an'  she 
started  to  get  supper.  There  was  enough 
shreds  of  the  dreamin'  clingin'  to  her 
thoughts  to  make  her  set  two  places  at 
the  desk,  which  all  goes  to  show  what  tee- 
total fools  some  fellers  is. 

ALL  this  time  Kerry's  wagon  was  tied 
up  in  front  of  bad  money,  meanin'  the 
"Silver  Dollar,"  while  he  was  tellin'  yours 
truly  his  troubles.  He  did  have  sense 
enough  not  to  take  a  drink  an'  there  was 
some  excuse  comin'  where  he  did  for  ex- 
pert advice,  me  havin'  been  married  three 
times. 

"\ou  wall-eyed  son  of  Loiterin'  Loco- 
sis!"  I  opens  up  gentle.  "You  spoon-fed 
infant!  You  doggone  chump!  Not  con- 
tent with  makin'  an  ass  of  yourself,  you 
have  to  go  an  do  the  same  for  a  young 
fellow  she's  out  with.  Didn't  you  know 
that  your  play  there  at  the  bridge  was  to 
act  p'lite  an  show  Laughlin  how  to  get 
acrost?  'Stead  of  that  you  get  him  to 
thumb  the  beast  an'  thereby  humiliate 
the  girl.  I  don't  see  nothin'  for  you  to  do ; 
you  can't  be  trusted  to  go  an'  explain 
without  makin'  matters  worse.  I  reckon 
you'll  just  have  to  wait  for  somethin'  to 
happen." 

"But,  Andy,"  he  objects,  "you  know 
how  darn  few  things  happen  to  me."  At 
which  I  ignores  him  complete. 

ALL  through  fall  and  early  winter  the 
days  kept  on  floatin'  in  one  side  of 
camp  an'  fadin'  out  the  other,  managin'  to 
fill  their  pockets  with  the  same  old  doin's. 
Nothin' happened  that  anyone  saw,  nothin' 
except  Jim  Laughlin  practisin'  on  a  medi- 
cated old  bronc  of  Doc.  Bradley's.  When 
he  finally  asked  the  school  teacher  to  go 
out  ridin'  with  him  again,  he  got  away 
with  it.  The  girl  was  some  lonesome,  I 
reckon,  an'  Jim  was  company  of  a  sort; 
so  they  went  canterin'  round  the  hills  till 
the  big  snowfall  begun. 

But  even  a  mule  with  the  blind  stag- 
gers could  see  she  was  some  isolated  an' 
every  time  the  trail  wagon  went  by,  the 
girl  was  peekin'  out  'tween  the  blind  an' 
window-sash.  I  know,  'cause  I  seen  her 
do  it.  There  wasn't  no  talkin'  to  the  boy, 
long  'bout  then ;  his  funny-bone  was  sure 
ossified  an'  he  went  round  lookin'  like 
Sorrow  an'  Pain  tryin'  to  have  a  good 
time.  Pale  an'  quiet  an'  off  his  feed  an' 
touchy  as  a  colt  from  the  ranges — that 
was  Joe. 

X/f  EN  along  the  old  trail  still  talk  about 
■'■'•*  that  November.  Snow  started  to 
come  down  early  in  the  month.  The  sun 
was  off  on  a  bust  somewhere  an'  didn't 
show  up  till  the  fifteenth.  It  was  so  ex- 
hausted that  it  couldn't  thaw  through  to 
within  fifty  miles  of  the  earth.  The  roads 
was  blocked  an'  in  the  gulches  the  snow- 
drifts was  hangin'  over  the  rocks. 

Kerry  took  the  first  load  over  tlie  road. 
Just  above  Clover  Bar  the  trail  wound 
through  a  narrow  gulch,  not  more'n  wide 
enough  for  two  teams  to  pass.  Travelin' 
there  was  some  desperate,  the  snow  be- 


in'  so  deep  the  horses  could  wallow  eiong 
just  a  few  yards  at  a  time,  restin'  between 
whiles.  Some  big  slides  was  hangin'  like 
glistenin'  fangs  from  the  slopes  at  the 
top  of  the  cliffs. 

"Them's  goin'  to  get  someone  when  the 
sun  gets  warm  an'  makes  'em  heavy  with 
water,"  thinks  Joe;  but  he  got  through 
without  dislodgin'  anything. 

The  mine  operators  up  the  line  sure 
welcomed  the  boy  when  he  got  there.  The 
storm  had  hung  up  every  one  of  their 
teams  in  the  mountains.  The  stamp-mills 
had  been  workin'  steady  an'  each  day's 
clearin's,  which  they  usually  sent  down 
to  the  railroad  in  small  amounts,  was  add- 
in'  to  a  supply  of  bullion  which  was  get- 
tin'  altogether  too  large.  They  commis- 
sioned Kerry  to  take  along  over  ten  thous- 
and dollars'  worth  on  the  down  trip. 

C  TEVENSON,  boss  of  the  Kelso  group, 
^  calls  Joe  to  one  side  an'  looks  him  seri- 
ous in  the  eye. 

"Saunders  an'  Pete  '11  go  on  down  with 
you,  Joe,"  he  says  solemn.  "They's  both 
quick  on  the  draw  an'  accurate." 

"Rabbits?"  grins  Kerry,  disregardin'. 

"Coyotes!"  reparties  Steve,  some  sharp. 
"Ain't  you  heerd  the  noos  yet?  Black  Jim 
Crotty  an'  his  gang  has  blowed  into  this 
here  proximity  once  more.  We  happens  to 
know  he's  been  hangin'  'round,  keepin' 
almighty  quiet,  which  same  aint  no  good 
sign,"  worries  Steve.  "You  keep  your 
eye  everlastin'  peeled,  Joe;  fer  it's  goin' 
to  be  a  dangerous  trip." 

Kerry  just  grins  again.  But  he  aint 
sayin'  no  more  'bout  rabbits  an'  when  he 
pulls  out  o'camp  Big  Saunders  an'  Pete 
HoUister  is  ridin'  behind  the  trail  wagon, 
carryin'  rifles. 

This  here  party,  named  Crotty,  aint  no 
psalm-singin'  Salvationist,  I  rises  to  re- 
mark. He's  plumb  bad — a  killer  from  the 
Panhandle  country  what  drifted  north 
with  the  stampede  over  the  Old  Cariboo 
Trail,  lookin'  fer  pickin's,  an'  fell  in  with 
a  gang  o'  outlaws  what  Dutch  McGee  got 
together.  An'  when  Dutch  was  plugged 
final  up  near  Sanderson,  the  gang  got  to- 
gether again  after  them  ructions  an'  chose 
Black  Jim  fer  leader.  This  Crotty  was 
wanted  several  wheres  for  train-robbery 
an'  similar  frivolities  an'  he  was  wanted 
so  sincere  that  there  was  twenty  thou- 
sand dollars  waiting'  fer  the  feller  as 
could  bring  him  in,  whether  Crotty  was 
drawin'  reg'lar  on  the  ozone  at  the  time  or 
was  corpsed  stiff  an'  cold  complete. 

"D  UT  Joe  Kerry  wasn't  losin'  any  song 
-'-'  fraw  over  Crotty,  bein'  too  busy 
thinkin'  'bout  Miss  Sally  Lane.  If  he  did 
think  'bout  the  trip  now  bein'  made,  it 
was  to  wonder  whether  they'd  beat  out 
the  big  slowslides  in  the  long  gulch,  the 
which  he'd  noted  on  his  way  up.  When 
they  got  there  things  didn't  look  none 
too  promisin'. 

Three  days  had  given  the  sun  a  chance  to 
buck  up  an'  it  had  been  busy  eatin'  snow. 
The  road  was  bare  and  the  water  was  com- 
in' down  from  the  slopes  on  the  north  side 
in  ripplin'  rills.  Big  drifts  was  hangin'  by 
their  tails  over  the  edge  of  the  precipice, 
lookin'  for  a  place  to  light.  The  water 
from  up  the  slope  was  addin'  to  the  weight 
an'  bitin'  holes  in  them  drifts  to  make 
'em  let  go  an'  get  out  of  the  way. 

Joe  didn't  stand  round  long,  admirin' 
the  scenery.  He  knew  it  was  risky,  but  the 
bullion  had  to  go  forward  an'  he  played 
to  take  the  trick  before  the  bob-tailed 


flush  drew  out  an'  slid  down  into  the 
game.  He  hitched  the  lines  an'  walked  be- 
hind the  wagon,  ready  to  hike  for  safety. 
Behind  him  again  rode  the  guards.  They 
hadn't  more'n  got  into  the  gulch  when 
the  big  drift  got  a  kink  in  its  pinney  an' 
let  out  a  groan.  Guards  wheeled  mounts 
an'  made  for  the  open,  with  Kerry  emu- 
latin'.  The  horses  never  had  a  chance. 
When  the  boys  looked  back  there  was  no- 
thin' in  sight  but  snow,  packed  into  the 
gulch  an'  runnin'  up  the  sides  for  fifty 
feet. 

Travelin'  acrost  the  hills.  Clover  Bar 
was  only  two  miles  away,  though  by  the 
road  it  chalked  up  ten.  The  guards  sat 
down  on  a  rock  an'  let  the  sun  warm  'em 
while  Joe  set  out  for  help.  There  was  a 
trail  he  knew  of,  up  over  the  hill. 

T_r  E  HADN'T  much  mor'n  reached  said 
■'•  -*■  trail  than  he  heerd  somebody  talkin' 
up  above  him  an'  immediate  thereafter 
comes  four  fellers  sneakin'  into  sight, 
makin'  way  cautious  down  trail  an'  cursin' 
every  time  a  foot  slipped.  They  was  so 
busy  watchin'  their  feet  that  they  aint 
noticed  Joe,  who  drops  flat  behind  the 
nearest  rock  most  sudden  an'  anxious. 

Fer  it  was  that  black  devil,  Crotty,  sure 
'nough — him  an'  three  other  members  o' 
the  gang — an'  they  was  heeled  proper  fer 
trouble.  They  come  slippin'  an'  slidin' 
down  an'  stopped  direct  beside  the  big 
rock  where  Kerry  was  indentin'. 

"They  won't  be  'long  fer  a  couple  a 
hours  yet.  We'll  get  the  two  fellers  with 
the  rifles  first  shot;  but  I  aint  perposin' 
to  do  nothin'  to  Kerry  'less  he  shows 
fight,"  says  Mr.  Crotty,  kind-hearted. 
"He's  a  harmless  fool  mule-skinner  as 
don't  count.  We  aint  clost  enough  yet, 
boys.    Come  on  an'  shut  up." 

With  which  Mr.  Crotty  an'  his  assist- 
ants moseys  on  down  the  trail  aways.  As 
soon's  they  was  around  the  first  turn, 
Joe  was  wrigglin'  an'  soon  he  was  over 
the  hill.  He  aint  stoppin'  fer  anythin'  at 
all.  He's  slinkin'  fer  Clover  Bar  as  fast 
as  he  can  make  it. 

From  the  time  he  breezed  into  the  Silver 
Dollar,  till  the  place  was  deserted  an'  a 
bunch  o'  bronchos  was  blowin'  acrost  the 
white-faced  landscape  wasn't  any  lon- 
ger'n  necessary.  Crotty  alone  was  worth 
twenty  thousand  dollars  to  his  captor. 

"Laughlin  an'  the  schoolmarm  started 
up  the  road  on  horseback  a  little  while 
ago,"  remarks  someone  as  they  was  pullin' 
out. 

"By  Gander!"  swears  Kerry  at  that. 
"You  boys  follow  the  road,"  he  yells  back. 
"I'll  get  there  quicker  over  the  trail — to 
head  'em  off  before  they  run  into  that 
bunch." 

He  made  straight  for  the  sharp  turn  in 
the  gulch  where  the  hold-up  men  would 
be  waitin'  for  the  wagon  that  wouldn't  ar- 
rive. He  could  see  the  road  below  the  el- 
bow of  the  gulch  for  nearly  a  mile.  As 
he  rode,  he  saw  two  figures  come  canter- 
in' into  sight.  He  knew  his  voice  couldn't 
reach  them  from  that  distance.  He  knew 
also  that  the  outlaws  would  shoot  any- 
thin'  on  a  horse  at  sight. 

Joe  yanked  his  mount  round  an'  made 
for  the  brink  of  the  gulch. 

ONE  of  the  Crotty  gang  had  climbed  up 
the  cliff  in  order  to  pick  off  the  guards 
before  they  could  give  an  alarm.    He  saw 
Joe  comin'  and  opened  fire.  Joe  unlimber- 
ed  an'  returned  the  greetin',  but  owin'  to 
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No  tnattcr  how  great  the  intellect  people  do  not  like  to  see  it  enter  the  Red 
Chamber   in   a    wheeled   chair.      .      .         We   must   have   a   younger  Senate. 


Shall  We  Slay  the  Senate? 

By  H.  F.  Gadsby 

V/ho  wrote  "Peaches  and  Lemons,"  "Conserving  the  Conservatives,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  I^you  Skuce 


LET  ME  put  the  reader  out  of  sus- 
pense at  once  by  saying  that  we  shall 
'  not  slay  the  Senate.  We  shall  not 
slay  it  for  two  good  reasons — because  we 
do  not  di^^ire  to  do  so,  and  because  the 
Senate  will  not  let  us. 

This  has  not  always  been  my  attitude 
toward  the  Senate.  In  my  hot,  rebellious 
youth  when  I  would  reform  everything 
that  I  could  not  abolish  and  abolish  every- 
thing that  I  could  not  reform,  I  sat  in  the 
seat  of  the  scornful  when  anybody  men- 
tioned the  Senate.  At  one  time  or  another 
I  have  called  it  the  Sleeping  Porch,  the 
Hen  Houpe,  the  Old  Ladies  Home,  the 
Alms  House,  the  Home  for  Incurables,  the 
Valley  of  the  Shadow,  and  other  flippan- 
cies. Very  well — ?nea  culpa — peccavi — 
let  it  go  at  that.  But  there  was  a  bit  of 
legitimate  criticism  in  each  of  these  scoff- 
ing ep  thots.  What  we  want  is  not  a 
deader  Senate  but  a  better  one. 

Time  was  when  I  thought  that  the 
Lower  Chamber  could  do  all  the  work  and 
that  the  Senate  was  a  useless  gloss  on  the 
voice  of  the  people.  But  now  that  I  am 
older  I  can  see  that  the  Senate  is  the  sober 
second  tnougat  of  democracy  and  that  the 
voice  of  the  people  is  mostly  in  great  need 
of  second  thought,  having  in  nine  cases  out 
of  ten  very  little  thought  of  its  own.  So 
seldom  does  the  voice  of  the  people  know 
what  it  is  howling  about  that  we  should 
give  profound  thanks  to  pur  cautious  fore- 
fathers for  providing  constitutional 
means,  like  the  Senate,  to  sift  the  vapors 
and  arrive  at  sound  opinion. 


Moreover,  in  my  short  day  I  have  seen 
the  House  of  Commons  turn  down  so  many 
good  suggestions  and  turn  up  so  many  bad 
ones  that  I  have  always  felt  safer  for  the 
presence  of  a  Senate  that  would  pass  the 
sins  of  the  Green  Chamber  in  review.  I 
say  pass  advisedly,  for  the  Senate  passes 
the  Commons'  mistakes  oftener  than  it 
doesn't.  That  is  one  of  the  grudges 
against  it.    It  ought  to  do  more  rejecting. 

T  N  THE  nature  of  things  the  quality  of 
■*■  the  Senate  is  conservative,  which  is 
another  matter  to  be  thankful  for.  Pro- 
vided with  a  comfortable  livelihood  and 
free  transportation  for  the  remainder  of 
his  days  your  Senator  settles  down  to  a 
long  vista  of  comfortable  years.  He  will 
live  long  because  he  has  an  annuity.  Sen- 
ators are  famous  for  their  longevity.  Sen- 
ator Wark  lived  to  be  a  hundred.  Only 
last  session  Senator  DeBoucherville  died 
at  the  age  of  ninety-four.  Senator  Sir 
Mackenzie  Bowell  is  alive  and  sprightly  at 
ninety-three.  There  are  at  least  four  oc- 
togenarians on  the  pay  roll  right  now. 
Senators  of  seventy  are  quite  common. 

A  Senator  lives  long  because  his  mind 
is  at  ease,  because  he  has  no  voters  to 
consider,  because  he  owns  no  master  save 
his  conscience  and  his  bank  account,  be- 
cause he  can  do  right  if  he  likes  even 
when  it  is  not  expedient  and  because  he 
need  not  let  the  clamor  of  the  times  dis- 
turb him.  If  ever  man  was  in  a  position 
to  snap  his  fingers  at  public  opinion  it  is 
your  Senator.     And  yet  he  doesn't.     On 


the  contrary  he  has  a  great  respect  for 
it  —  particularly  for  the  solid  opinion 
which  is  represented  by  wealth  and  social 
position. 

Such  is  the  mollifying  influence  of  the 
Senate,  such  is  the  sweet  serenity,  the 
lasting  peace  it  breathes,  that  the  reddest 
Radicals,  the  fiercest  assailants  of  frills 
at  Rideau  Hall,  hot  from  the  Green  Cham- 
ber, soon  come  under  its  spell  and  roar 
thereafter  like  sucking  doves.  I  have 
even  heard  them  roaring  for  the  Vested 
Interests  which  goes  to  show  that  an  all- 
wise  Providence  knows  what  to  do  with 
the  Senate.  Obviously  it  is  intended  to 
take  care  of  those  who  have  a  stake  in  the 
country.  It  will  have  its  work  cut  out 
for  it  after  the  war  when  irresponsible 
philanthropists  on  both  sides  of  politics 
will  from  time  to  time  be  rising  on  their 
hind  legs  to  propose  that  your  property 
and  mine  be  handed  over  to  the  Weaker 
Brother  because  he  can't  get  anything 
any  other  way. 

A  ND  THAT  brings  me  to  my  first  ob- 
'^*-  .  jection.  If  the  Senate  has  work  to 
do  it  must  be  strong  enough  to  do  the 
work.  If  the  Senators  outlive  their  ' 
strength  the  Senate  will  lack  vigor.  That 
is  what  the  matter  is  with  the  Senate 
right  now.  It  is  so  old  that  it  has  almost 
reached  its  second  childhood.  Once  a 
man,  twice  a  child — you  know  the  saying. 
A  pretty  sentiment  but  not  applicable  to 
Senates.    A  Senate  should  always  be  able 


:{() 


M  A  C  L  E  A  N  '  S    M  A  ( i  A  Z  1  N  !•: 


//  o  Senator  faints  the  practice  is  to  wave  his  pay  cheque 
under  his  nose.     This  invariably  will  bring  him  around. 


to  9it  up  and  eat  meat  and  think  clearly. 
When  a  Senator  arrives  at  the  gruel  stage 
it  is  time  for  him  to  quit. 

The  aggregate  age  of  the  Senate  is  5900 
years.  This  makes  it  coeval  with  the 
pyramid  of  Cheops.  Is  it  asking  too 
much  to  divide  this  great  age  by  two,  thus 
making  the  Senate  contemporary  with  the 
beginnings  of  written  literature?  I  think 
not.  Three  years  ago — it  is  somewhat 
better  now— the  average  Senator's  age 
was  seventy.  In  the  interest  of  briskness, 
despatch  and  good  government  generally 
it  should  be  thirty-five.  At  all  events 
it  should  not  be  more  than  the  average 
age  of  the  House  of  Commons  which  is 
forty-five  years. 

This  is  a  young  country  and  it  ought  to 
have  a  young  Senate.  Put  a  young  man 
in  the  Senate,  with  three  meals  a  day  as- 
sured for  a  long  period  of  time,  and  tell 
him  that  he  needn't  give  a  rip  for  any- 
thing but  the  good  of  the  state — and 
watch  him  make  things  hum.  The  Senate 
would  then  be  just  the  corrective  that  a 
timid,  time-serving,  vote-catching  House 
of  Commons  requires.  According  to  law 
one  must  be  thirty  years  old,  a  British 
subject  and  have  a  certain  amount  of  real 
property  before  one  qualifies  as  a  Senator. 
But  according  to  custom  one  must  have 
grey  hair  around  one's  ears  or  present  a 
certificate  that  he  has  had  a  paralytic 
4^f  stroke  before  the  Government  considers 
him  ripe  enough.  Of  course,  this  is  an 
overstatement,  but  the  point  I  am  labor- 
ing is  that  we  have  a  curious  distrust  of 
youth  in  this  new  land  of  Canada  where 
youth  should  be  at  a  premium  in  all 
walks  of  life,  including  the  Senate. 

So  far  as  age  and  vigor  are  concerned 
the  recent  appointments  to  the  Senate  are 


better  than  usual.  Senators  in  the  prime 
of  life  like  Senator  Lynch-Staunton  and 
Senator  Nichols  must  bring  the  average 
down  considerably,  but  even  at  that  the 
Senate  is  old  enough  yet  to  make  a  husky 
fellow  like  Rufus  Pope  hold  his  breath  for 
fear  of  breaking  the  bric-a-brac.  The 
Senate  is  old  enough  to  impress  visitors 
with  its  oldness.  In  their  new  surround- 
ings at  the  Victoria  Museum,  where  they 
occupy  the  room  formerly  allocated  to  fos- 
sil invertebrates,  the  Senators  can  be 
seen  at  close  quarters,  with  no  kindly  dusk 
to  veil  their  faults,  and  the  net  impression 
they  convey  is  one  of  extreme  fragility. 
Coarse  persons  have  been  known  to  allude 
to  them  as  the  "wax  works." 

r\F  COURSE  that  is  overdrawing  it. 
^— '  but  the  fact  remains  that  the  Senate 
must  take  great  care  of  itself  if  it  is  to 
survive  from  day  to  day.  The  walls  are 
done  in  red  and  the  floor  is  carpeted  in 
red,  with  a  view  to  keeping  the  chill  out 
of  the  dear  old  Senators'  bones  if  the  tem- 
perature falls  at  any  time  below  eighty. 
When  the  red  wall  paper  and  the  red  car- 
pet fail  Senators  are  warmed  back  to  life 
again  by  putting  them  on  the  Divorce 
Committee,  which  furnishes  a  fair  amount 
of  hot  stuff  each  session.  If  a  Senator 
faints  the  practice  is  to  wave  his  pay 
cheque  under  his  nose.  This  invariably 
brings  him  round  unless  he  has  gone  for 
good. 

The  hygiene  of  the  Red  Chamber  is  as 
perfect  as  science  can  make  it.  The  air  is 
filtered,  the  water  is  filtered  and  often 
the  opinions  are  filtered  too.  Pains  are 
taken  to  keep  the  Senate,  if  not  pure,  at 
least  sanitary.  For  many  years  a  curi- 
ous old  snuff  box  held  a  place  on  the  clerk's 


table  from  which  Senators  of  the  old 
school  took  a  pinch  by  way  of  starting  a 
thought  or  two.  But  this  was  removed 
some  four  years  ago  because  some  of  the 
more  brittle  Senators  were  showing  a 
tendency  to  sneeze  their  heads  off.  Thank 
Heaven,  that  danger  has  passed ! 

The  only  jarring  note  in  the  stillness  of 
the  Red  Chamber  is  the  clock  which  ticks 
only  once  every  five  minutes,  but  atones 
for  it  by  the  noise  it  makes.  Oh,  cruel 
clock,  to  hurl  the  Senate  into  eternity  in 
five  minute  jumps!  Surely  one  second  at 
a  time  would  do  just  as  well !  Moreover,  a 
soft  voice  is  as  sweet  a  thing  in  clocks  as  it 
is  in  woman.  I  have  always  wondered 
why  the  Senate  didn't  get  up  and  kill  the 
clock.  If  I  had  a  clock  with  a  tick  like 
that  I  would  not  let  it  perform  except  in 
a  barrel.  However,  the  Senate  is  getting 
a  little  deaf.  Besides  it  sleeps  between 
the  ticks. 

The  stillness  of  the  Senate  is  second 
only  to  the  silence  of  death.  The  stillness 
is  punctuated  by  speeches  which  have  a 
mournful,  faraway  sound,  as  if  rising 
from  the  tomb.  The  Senate  sometimes 
reads  its  speeches,  but  more  often  it  in- 
tones them.  This  canorous  monotone 
makes  a  sombre  background  for  many 
little  noises  all  signifying  mortality  -7- 
hair  falling,  teeth  loosening,  joints  anchy- 
losing,  gums  shrinking,  and  so  on.  Yes, 
old  age  is  creeping  over  the  Senate  — 
creeping,  creeping,  creeping.  But  creep  it 
ever  so  slowly  it  catches  up  with  some 
Senator  at  last  and  the  flag  is  at  half  mast 
again. 

When  the  flag  is  half  masted  on  Parlia- 
ment Hill  nobody  in  Ottawa  asks  "Is  King 
George  dead?"  No,  indeed,  Ottawa 
squints  casually  at  the  sad  banner,  blows 


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its  nose  and  remarks,  "Ah,  ha,  Senator 
Snookum's  cashed  in."  Ottawa  always  has 
its  eye  on  some  Senator  with  one  leg  in  the 
grave.  And  as  soon  as  he  gets  the  other 
leg  in  a  goodly  part  of  the  population 
makes  application  for  the  dead  man's 
shoes. 

Yes,  the  Senate  is  older  than  it  ought 
to  be.  I  never  visit  the  Senate  Chamber 
without  reflecting  on  the  disabilities  of 
advanced  age.  I  think  of  more  crutches 
than  were  ever  left  at  St.  Anne  de  Beau- 
pre,  of  third  sets  of  teeth,  and  electric 
belts,  and  red  flannel,  and  camomile  tea 
and  goose  oil  and  graves  and  worms  and 
epitaphs.  I  shouldn't  feel  that  way  about 
the  Senate,  but  I  can't  help  it. 

D  ADINAGE  aside,  I  am  trying  to  say 
•*-'  that  we  must  have  a  younger  Senate. 
We  must  start  it  younger  and  keep  it  that 
way.  There  must  be  no  such  thing  as  a 
creaky  Senator.  No  matter  how  great 
the  intellect,  people  do  not  like  to  see  it 
enter  the  Red  Chamber  in  a  wheeled 
chair.  It  is  not  decent  that  any  Senator 
should  totter  about  with  death  in  his  face 
and  cast  a  gloom  over  the  community  by 
acting  as  a  memento  mon  to  his  healthy 
neighbors.  It  is  not  good  for  the  Senator 
who  should  be  with  his  trained  nurse  and 
his  home  comforts  and  it  is  not  good  for 
the  Senate  which  incurs  a  reputation  for 
harboring  dotards. 

This  is  no  joke.  I  say  it  without  pre- 
judice to  a  considerable  number  of  hale 
and  hearty  old  men  who  are  in  the  Sen- 
ate now,  men  who  are  enjoying  the  reward 
of  the  clean  lives  they  led  in  the  days  of 
their  youth,  veterans,  some  of  them,  of  the 
Mackenzie  administration.  What  I  urge 
is  that  after  a  certain  age  men  run  to  seed 
very  rapidly. 

Some  men  are  twenty  years  younger 
than  their  arteries,  but  such  are  few  and 
far  between.  The  supply  is  not  big  enough 
to  keep  the  Senate  stocked  with  seventy- 
year-old  statesmen,  actuated  by  fifty- 
year-old  arteries.  In  the  course  of  na- 
ture we  must  judge  a  man's  constitution 
chiefly  by  his  age  and  there  comes  a  time 
when  age  gets  the  better  of  him,  numbing 
his  mind,  weakening  his  body.  When  old 
age  has  finally  won  the  signs  disclose  it. 
If  the  victim  is  in  the  Senate  it  is  his  duty 
to  quit  and  let  a  younger  man  take  his 
place.  He  will  not  do  it,  however.  Sena- 
tors may  die,  but  they  never  resign. 

They  would  sooner  die  than  resign  any 
day.  As  a  matter  of  fact  they  do.'  They 
have  a  gift  for  dying.  Of  the  eighty  Sena- 
tors appointed  by  Laurier,  forty-one  are 
dead.  In  the  five  years  the  Laurier 
Government  has  been  out  of  office  the  Lib- 
eral majority  in  the  Senate,  which  was 
thirty-nine  when  Laurier  went  out,  has 
entirely  disappeared.  This  shows  how 
quickly  the  old  gentlemen  drop  off  when 
they  make  up  their  minds  to  it. 

Perhaps  this  is  the  way  Providence  has 
of  solving  the  problem — the  problem  of 
ridding  a  new  Government  of  a  hostile 
Senate,  left  them  by  the  party  previously 
in  power.  But  I  do  not  think  so.  We 
musn't  saddle  Providence  with  too  much. 
The  moral  is  that  if  we  appoint  younger 
Senators  they  will  live  longer  and  that  if 
we  appoint  them  on  merit  for  a  definite 
period  covering  their  highest  usefulness 
we  won't  care  how  long  they  live. 

'T'HIS  brings  me  to  my  chief  remedy 

■*•   for  the  ills  the  Senate  is  heir  to — the 

Elixir  of   Youth.     I   would   not  make   it 

elective.    The  commons  debated  this  ques- 


tion as  far  back  as  1874  on  the  motion  of 
the  Hon.  David  Mills  and  decided  in  the 
negative.  I  would  not  make  it  elective 
thereby  throwing  it  into  the  same  fevers 
to  which  the  Hou.se  of  Commons  is  sub- 
ject. Nor  would  I  make  it  appointive  for 
life,  as  it  is  now.  I  would  make  it  ap- 
pointive for  a  fifteen-year  period,  which 
is  long  enough  to  give  it  stability  and  also 
long  enough  to  harvest  a  man's  best  ener- 
gies at  their  fullest  perfection. 

The  Romans  made  thirty  the  minimum 
Senatorial  age,  but  that  appears  a  little 
callow.  Mahomet  made  the  ideal  age 
thirty-seven.  My  choice  would  be  the 
man  of  forty.  At  forty  every  man  is 
either  a  fool  or  a  physician.  If  he  is  a 
physician,  that  is  to  say,  if  he  knows  how 
to  take  care  of  himself,  he  should  become 
wiser  from  day  to  day.  Meanwhile  his 
physical  powers  are  in  full  bloom  and  his 
.spirit  is  brisk  and  strong.  He  comes  as 
near  as  ever  he  will  in  his  life  to  that 
wistful  thought — 

If  youth  but  knew. 
And  age  could  do. 

Now  is  the  time  for  the  state  to  pluck 
him  and  enjoy  his  full  essence — know- 
ledge that  youth  did  not  have,  experience 
which  comes  with  the  growing  respon- 
sibilities of  life,  vision  to  look  backward 
as  well  as  forward,  a  judgment  calm  and 
brave  to  face  ultimate  conclusions;  in 
short  the  exact  combination  of  prudence 
and  action  which  make  for  good  counsel. 
Youth  does  not  cloud  his  mind  with  pas- 
sion and  age  has  not  chilled  his  blood.  He 
is  at  the  flood  tide  of  his  manhood  for  the 
next  fifteen  years  and  for  that  period  he 
should  be  appointed — no  second  terms. 

THAT  in  short  is  my  theory — senators 
to  be  appointed  at  forty  and  to  go 
out  at  fifty-five,  or  some  similar  arrange- 
ment by  which  the  state  might  enjoy  a 


man's  wisdom  when  all  his  faculties  were 
at  their  keenest.  Of  course  the  matter  of 
age  is  not  absolute  because  some  men  are 
younger  at  sixty  than  others  are  at  forty, 
but  the  point  is  that  the  Government  in 
appointing  Senators  should  make  careful 
canvas  of  the  soundness  of  their  bodie.s, 
so  that  the  soundness  of  their  minds  will 
not  falter  before  their  time  is  up. 

You  will  observe  that  I  have  said  noth- 
ing about  an  elective  Senate.  Among  real 
ponderers  of  the  constitution  this  idea  is 
as  dead  as  Queen  Anne.  To  make  the 
Senate  elective  is  to  defeat  the  very  pur- 
pose for  which  it  was  formed.  The  sober 
second  thought  can  not  be  very  sober  if 
it  is  to  be  fretted  by  the  cries  and  rage.s 
of  the  hustings.  It  must  be  above  this 
turbulence,  and  free  of  its  penalties,  if 
second  thought  is  to  avail.  The  Senate, 
as  it  stands  to-day,  is  an  expansion  of  the 
old  Legislative  Councils  of  the  four  feder- 
ating provinces  of  1867.  Every  one  of 
these  Legislative  Councils  had  debated  at 
one  time  or  another  whether  the  elective 
form  would  be  better  and  every  one  had 
decided — very  wisely  as  I  think — that  it 
would  not.  Where  Upper  Chambers  are 
concerned  the  appointive  is  the  only  sys- 
tem that  has  its  root  in  right  reason. 

But  the  appointive  system,  as  it  ex- 
ists to-day  is,  in  my  humble  opinion,  quite 
wrong.  The  British  North  America  Act, 
in  allotting  an  equal  number  of  Senators 
to  each  of  four  districts,  aims  to  equalize 
the  powers  of  the  various  provinces  in 
the  Federal  Parliament.  But  this  good 
intention  can  be  defeated  if  the  Federal 
Government  has  a  grudge  against  any 
particular  province  or  provinces  either 
by  leaving  vacant  Senatorships  unfilled 
or  by  making  appointments  which  disturb 
the  just  equilibrium.  Moreover,  there  is 
always  the  danger  that  some  ardent  re~ 

Continued  on  page  77. 


//  ever  man  was  in  a  position  to  snap  hii 
fingers  at  public  opinion  it  is  your  Senator. 


Jordan  is  a  Hard  Road 

A  Continued  Story  of  the  Earlier  Days  in  the  North-west 

By  Sir  Gilbert  Parker 

Author  of  "The   Weavers,"   The  Right  of  Way."    "The  Money  Master  "  etc. 
Illustrated  by  Harry  C  Edwards 


SYNOPSIS — Bill  Minden,  ex-train  robber,  comes  to  Askatoon 
and  lives  an  exemplary  life,  reading^  his  Bible  on  Sundays  on  the  hotel 
porch  in  full  view  of  everyone.  Minden  shows  special  interest  in  the 
school  taught  by  Cora  Finleij,  a  pretty  and  popular  young  woman. 
He  calls  on  Mrs.  Finley  one  evening  and  in  the  course'  of  the  conver- 
sation it  develops  that  Cora  is  Minden's  daughter,  given  to  Mrs.  Finley 
to  raise  by  Minden  on  his  wife's  death.  Minden  avows  his  intention  of 
winning  his  wat/  to  poiver  in  Askatoon.  Many  successful  revival 
meetings  are  held  at  Mayo,  Nolan  Doyle's  ranch,  and  at  one  of  these 
camp  meetings  Minden  is  converted,  which  fact  causes  much  com- 
ment and  criticism  by  the  newspapers  of  the  West.  Minden  longs  to 
be  under  the  mme  roof  as  his  daughter,  and  yet  does  not  dare  risk 
letting  the  truth  become  known.  One  day,  hearing  of  the  impending 
bankruptcy  of  John  Warner,  a  real  estate  agent,  who  had  built  a  hotel 
and  could  not  pay  for  it,  he  decides  to  buy  the  place.  Minden  then 
explains  to  Mrs.  Finley  and  Cora  that  he  intends  to  run  it  as  a  tem- 
perance hotel  and  persuades  them  to  come  and  help  him  make  the 
venture  a  success.  One  night,  while  working  on  his  accounts  in  his 
office,  Minden  hears  a  cry  for  help  and  finds  a  stranger  suffering  from 
a  wound  in  the  arm.  He  learns  that  the  stranger's  name  is  Mark 
Sheldon  and  that  he  oivns  a  gold  mine,  but  hasn't  the  capital  to  work 
it.  Three  weeks  previously  he  had  joined  up  with  the  MacMahons, 
and  only  discovered  at  the  last  moment,  that  they  were  a  band  of 
horse  thieves.  He  had  been  ivounded  in  a  raid  by  the  police  and  had 
immediately  started  for  Minden's  hotel,  where  he  felt  sure  he  would 
be  protected.  Sheldon  recovers  and  succeeds  in  interesting  Minden  in 
his  mine.  He,  himself,  beconnes  interested  in  Cora. 


CHAPTER  \U.— Continued. 

A  LITTLE  while  later,  as  they  sat  on 
the  high  bank  of  the  river,  a  fish- 
ing-rod in  her  hand,  his  back 
against  a  tree  with  the  bait  by  his  side,  he 
said  to  her  as  she  gazed  intently  into  the 
water:  "So  you  think  it's  wonderful  that 
Minden  can  be  as  good  as  he  is  with  all 
he  has  had  to  fight  against?' 

She  nicked  her  line  into  the  water,  then 
turned  to  him  with  shining  steadfast  eyes. 
"Yes,  I  think  it  is  truly  wonderful ;  but 
there  must  have  been  more  good  than  bad 
in  him  at  the  start.  I  don't  believe  people 
become  good  that  are  bad  at  the  start;  but 
if  they  are  good  at  the  start,  then  I  think 
that  childhood  and  the  memory  and  in- 
fluence of  it  is  the  master  of  a  man's  or 
woman's  fate.  Everything  in  the  world 
loses  its  hold  on  us  except  childhood.  Mr. 
Minden  must  have  been  right  just  at  the 
start.  I've  heard  him  speak  about  his 
wife — it  was  beautiful.  He  had  a  child 
and  lost  her.  Isn't  it  a  pity?  But  if  he 
couldn't  go  straight,  perhaps  it  was  better 
the  child  died.  If  she  had  ever  known 
what  he  became  it  might  have  killed  her. 
A  woman  can't  stand  being  shamed  by  a 
man  she  loves.  She  may  hide  it,  but 
down,  down,  at  the  bottom  of  her  heart  it's 
an  ache  that  goes  on  and  on  and  on." 

"How  do  you  know?"  he  asked  in  a  low 
voice. 

"Why,  just  by  instinct,  and  by  watch- 
ing. In  a  place  like  this  with  hundreds  of 


people,  you  can  see  and  hear  a  good  many 
stories." 

"Minden  is  the  most  contradictory  man 
I've  ever  known,"  he  said  after  a  moment. 
"I  agree  with  you;  he  must  have  been 
right  at  the  start;  but  what  a  wonderful 
thing  when  he  has  lived  two-thirds  of  his 
time  out  that  he  can  right-about  face,  and 
live  as  though  he  had  never  done  any 
wrong.  It  needs  enormous  will-power. 
Think,  too,  of  what  that  will-power  might 
have  meant,  if  it  had  been  given  to  the 
straight  things  from  the  start." 

There  was  a  brief  interlude  in  which 
the  girl  detached  from  her  fish-hook  a 
fine  bass,  which  had  made  a  gallant 
struggle,  but  after  he  had  baited  the  hook 
again,  and  she  had  thrown  her  line,  she 
said: 

"It  isn't  will-power  that  has  made  Mr. 
Minden  what  he  is  now.  Will-power 
couldn't  do  it.  It  was  a  power  above  that 
he  reached  for  and  got." 

T_r  E  LOOKED  at  her  with  a  curious 
^  ■*■  searching  intentness.  He  had  never 
known  anything  like  this.  Here  was 
simple  Christian  faith  in  a  character 
sportive,  cheerful,  practical,  even  world- 
ly-wise in  its  own  way  and  a  little  coquet- 
tish, too.  Surely  it  was  contradictory, 
and  yet  she  seemed  completely  real.  If  he- 
had  known  the  exact  truth  he  would  have 
realized  that  she  was  Bill  Minden,  but 
what  a  different  Bill  Minden!  All  his 
contradictions  and  paradoxes  were  here, 


but  native  virtue  and  goodness  had  pre- 
vailed in  her,  while  Minden's  native  in- 
stinct for  virtue  and  goodness  had  been 
ruled  by  wilfulness^  waj-wardness,  the 
spirit  of  adventure,  an  intolerable  lazi- 
ness, and  a  loosely  held  moral  sense. 

Do  you  know,"  she  said  dreamily,  "I 
never  met  so  kind  a  man  as  Mr.  Minden. 
He  thinks  of  a  hundred  little  things  to 
make  you  happy.  Somehow,  in  spite  of 
all  he  ever  did,  I  can't  bring  myself  to 
think  hateful  things  about  him.  Mother 
did,  though.  At  first  she  was  his  enemy, 
but  I  never  was.  I  like  being  with  him. 
He's  so  modest  he  makes  you  feel  that 
if  he  had  to  choose  between  you  and  the 
angels,  he  would  choose  you!" 

"Well,  so  would  I,  if  it  comes  to  that,' 
was  Sheldon's  quick  comment. 

He  saw  a  flush  mount  to  her  cheek,  but 
she  did  not  look  at  him,  and  he  did  not 
follow  up  his  tender  attack. 

"Do  you  think  he'll  stick  it  out?"  he 
asked.  "Don't  you  believe  he'll  tire  of 
being  what  he  is  now,  and  backslide? 
Won't  there  be  a  reaction  when  the  charm 
of  respectability  has  worn  off?" 

She  flicked  her  line  almost  angrily  out 
of  the  water  and  in  again,  and  her  eyes 
flashed  as  she  turned  to  him. 

"Haven't  I  said  it  isn't  his  will  or  any- 
thing that  belongs  to  him  that's  doing  it! 
He  gets  help  from  God." 

How  invincibly  sincere  she  was!  There 
was  no  cant,  no  sentimentality  in  her 
voice  or  words.  In  the  circles  he  had 
frequented,  that  kind  of  religion  had  not 
existed — supreme  philosophy  rather,  for 
it  did  not  sound  like  religion.  It  made 
him  feel  tremendously  secure  where  she 
was  concerned. 

"Well,  perhaps  you  are  right,"  Sheldon 
replied.  "There's  no  sweetness  like  that  of 
running  straight.  I  was  good  once.  Yes, 
I  really  think  I  was  good  at  the  start,"  he 
added,  and  then  he  paused. 

He  saw  the  fish-pole  suddenly  dip  in  her 
hands,  as  though  they  weakened;  he 
noticed  the  sudden  arrest  of  those  indefin- 
able motions  of  the  body  at  ease,  then  her 
head  turned  slowly  toward  him,  and  with 
painful  wonder,  she  said: 

"Haven't  you  always  been  good?" 
"I'm  going  to  tell  you,"  he  answered. 
"I'm  going  to  tell  you  all  about  it — all.  I 
want  you  to  know.  No  one  knows  all  ex- 
cept ypu,  that  is,  except  you  when  I've 
told  you.  But  Mr.  Minden  knows  far 
more  than  you  do.  He  has  been  good  to 
me — I  knew  he  would  be;  that's  why  I 
made  for  him  when  they  shot  me  for 
horse- stealing." 

He  caught  the  fishing-rod  which  was 
dropping  from  her  hands,  as  her  face 
became  white,  and  her  eyes  had  a  bewild- 
ered and  shocked  look.  Yet  she  seemed 
not  to  shrink  from  him,  but  to  hold  herself 
steadily. 

"Horse-stealing!     ...     I  do  not  be- 


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lieve  you.    But  go  on — tell  me!"  she  said 
in  a  low,  weak  voice. 

TJ  E  TOLD  her  all  his  past^of  his  few 
*■  ■*•  years  in  the  household  cavalry,  of 
his  gettinp  into  debt  through  baccarat  and 
being  obliged  to  leave  the  army;  of  his 
joining  the  gendarmerie  in  Macedonia; 
then  of  his  final  effort  to  reinstate  him- 
self, to  make  a  home  and  a  fortune.  He 
told  her  of  discounted  expectations  and 
the  selling  of  reversionary  rights  in  order 
to  make  this  hunt  for  gold.  Then  at  last 
he  related  the  story  of  his  abandonment 
of  the  mine,  of  his  sojourn  at  the  Mac- 
Mahon's  ranch,  of  the  horse-raid,  of  the 
encounter  with  the  Riders  of  the  Plains, 
of  the  bullet  in  his  side  and  his  struggle 
to  reach  the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel,  and  of 
what  Minden  had  done  for  him  this  very 
day. 

"Don't  you  loathe  me  for  it  all — for 
chucking  my  life  away  at  the  start  like 
that?  According  to  the  law  of  the  land, 
I'm  a  criminal,  a  horse-thief."  He  looked 
at  her  with  intense  inquiry. 

"You  weren't  horse-stealing,"  she  pro- 
tested. "You  didn't  know  the  MacMahons 
were  stealing  the  horses.  You  said  so 
yourself  just  now.'! 
"And  you  believe  me?" 
She  looked  him  wonderingly  in  the 
eyes.    "Why,  of  course,  I  believe  you." 

"Though  I'm  an  Episcopalian  —  and 
never  had  religion,  as  you  Methodists 
say." 

"Well,  I  suppose  some  Episcopalians 
get  to  heaven,"  she  answered  demurely. 

"Don't  you  think  what  Mr.  Minden  has 
done  for  me  is  one  of  the  biggest  things 
one  man  ever  did  for  another?"  he  asked 
presently.  "What  do  you  suppose  made 
him  do  it?" 

A  mist  came  into  her  eyes  and  a  rapt 
expression  to  her  face.  "Perhaps  he 
felt  you  ought  to  have  your  chance,"  she 
answered.  "Perhaps  if  somebody  some- 
time had  done  the  same  to  him  he  mightn't 
have  had  so  much  to  be  sorry  for.  Don't 
you  think  that's  it?" 

^  "I  thought  so  at  first,"  he  replied,  "but 
I'm  not  so  sure  now.  I  can't  understand 
it." 

"He  treats  me  almost  as  if  I  belonged 
to  him,"  she  added  in  a  hushed  sort  of 
voice.  "I  keep  wondering  how  he  ever 
could  have  been  bad  at  all." 

Suddenly  Sheldon  seemed  to  pull  him- 
self together.  "There  is  one  more  thing 
I  ought  to  tell  you,"  he  said.  "It's  not  a 
crime,  but  it  was  a  bad  business  enough. 
I  wasn't  going  steady  when  I  did  it.  .  . 
At  the  time  I  came  a  cropper  with  bacca- 
rat I  married." 

Horror  and  apprehension  seemed  to 
take  possession  of  the  girl.  She  whipped 
the  line  out  of  the  water,  and  laid  the 
rod  down  upon  the  ground;  then  clasping 
her  hands  tightly  in  her  lap  she  turned 
her  face  away  from  him  towards  the  far- 
ther shore  of  the  river. 

"What  is  there  to  tell  about  that?"  she 
asked  in  a  cheerless  voice. 

"She  was  a  chorus  girl  in  a  theatre. 
I  was  twenty-two,  and  I  thought  she 
was  wonderfully  clever  and  wonderfully 
good — she  looked  so  good  with  her  flaxen 
hair  and  wide  brown  eyes.  The  marriage 
was  secret.  Within  a  year  she  had  run 
away  with  a  millionaire  from  the  Argen- 
tine, and  within  another  year  she  was 
dead." 

With  his  last  words  the  rigidity  of 
Cora's    figure    relaxed,    and    in    a    voice 


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'What  is  there  to  tell  about  that?" 
she  asked  in  a  cheerless  voice. 


scarce  above  a  whisper,  she  said:  "You 
did  not  divorce  her?" 

"No,  somehow  I  couldn't  do  that,"  he 
replied  heavily. 

"Oh,  but  that  was  right!"  she  rejoined. 
"For  she  might  have  repented,  and  " 

She  could  get  no  further,  her  body 
swayed  backwards  and  forwards  slightly, 
and  her  face  dropped  into  her  hands. 

He  moved  over  quickly  to  her,  leant 
down,  and  looked  up  to  her  hidden  face. 

"Cora!    Cora!"  he  said  passionately. 

She  made  no  reply,  but  after  an  in- 
stant her  hands  dropped  tenderly  upon 
his  head. 

CHAPTER   VIII. 

ENTER   THE   BRUTE. 

p'OR  A  time  the  world  went  well  with 

those  to  whom  the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel 

was  a  home.     No  light  illumines  a  face 

like  that  which  comes  from  a  happy  sec- 


ret, and  Cora's  face  had  that  look  of 
transfiguration  which  belongs  to  an  ex- 
alted spirit  or  to  a  happy  heart.  She 
spiritualized  her  love  and  exalted  the  ob- 
ject, and  all  her  work  and  all  she  did  was 
touched  with  that  grace,  that  phantom 
ease,  which  belongs  to  those  whose  inner 
being  is  as  active  as  their  outer  life.  She 
stepped  with  exceeding  lightness;  her 
head  was  held  as  high  as  though  the 
world  had  never  sinned;  yet  her  joy  did 
not  make  her  selfish.  Her  interest  in 
everything  and  everybody  round  her  was 
increased,  and  to  Mrs.  Finley  it  seemed 
that  as  a  foster-mother,  she  had  done  her 
duty  well. 

Minden  certainly  told  her  so  with  al- 
most boisterous  delight.  There  were  times 
when  he  almost  believed  he  was  secure  in 
his  converted  state  and  that  he  was  truly 
and  unalterably  saved.  He  prayed  with 
great  eloquence;  he  occasionally  preached 
with  fire  and  wayward  originality.    Also 


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he  did  the  work  of  Mayor  with  a  cheer- 
ful energy  which  made  him  as  popular  as 
he  was  conspicuous,  because  of  his  um- 
brageous past. 

A  two  days'  journey  north,  Sheldon 
was  playing  his  part  with  an  almost  de- 
structive cheerfulness,  working  Jiight  and 
day  to  make  the  twenty  thousand  dollars 
which  Minden  paid  for  a  quarter  of  the 
mine  meet  current  needs.  In  the  end  it 
proved  impossible.  He  had  been  too  op- 
timistic, had  left  no  margin  for  accident 
and  the  unforeseen;  and  both  accident 
and  the  unforeseen  occurred.  A  break- 
down in  the  mine  destroyed  machinery;  a 
sudden  claim  by  the  original  owners 
proved  a  menace  to  its  future.  He  strug- 
gled on  under  a  load  five  times  greater 
than  even  Minden  thought  it  to  be.  Min- 
den had  never  believed  that  the  twenty 
thousand  dollars  would  be  enough.  Ht 
was  quite  prepared  to  put  in  much  more 
money  when  Sheldon  had  proved  himself 
a  "hustler  from  Hustlerville."  He  want- 
ed to  test  the  capacity  of  Cora's  future 
husband,  and  the  result  was  worth  while. 

HE  LET  Sheldon  fight  on,  himself  look- 
ing forward  to  the  day  when  he 
would  step  to  the  rescue  with  much  more 
money  and  say,  "Halves,  partner, 
halves!"  That  would  mean  in  the  long  end 
that  Cora  would  be  a  partner  with  her 
own  husband  in  the  mine  about  which  the 
West  was  beginning  to  speculate  serious- 
ly. Everything  seemed  clear;  there  were 
no  clouds  in  the  sky.  As  Minden  said  to 
himself:  "There  ain't  no  rails  on  the  line." 
Yet  on  one  of  the  happiest  days  he  had 
ever  known — that  in  which  his  daughter 
passed  her  matriculation  and  her  first 
year's  examination  at  the  University  in 
one — accident  and  penalty,  twin  sisters  of 
Fate,  came  storming  at  his  door. 

Even  while  he  walked  with  a  swagger 
round  the  table  in  the  dining-room  where 
Cora  sat  in  half-dreaming  happiness  with 
the  Academic  certificate  in  her  hand. 
Brute  Penalty  was  at  work  in  Mrs.  Fin- 
ley's  sitting-room.  While  Minden  ejacu- 
lated praises  at  the  girl,  who  had  proved 
that  her  intellect  was  as  healthy  as  her 
body  and  bloomed  like  her  cheek,  Brute 
Penalty  spurted  its  venom  into  Mrs.  Fin- 
ley's  shocked  face.  It  had  burst  into  her 
room  as  she  was  rising  from  her  knees, 
where  she  had  thanked  God  for  the  gift 
of  her  beloved  child.  She  had  never  seen 
a  man  intoxicated  at  the  Rest  Awhile 
Hotel;  and  it  was  a  shocking  thing  to  her 
that  the  Brute  Man,  who  now  reeled  into 
her  room,  was  her  brother. 

She  had  to  face  a  leering,  degraded, 
drunken  tramp  whose  grinning  humor  of 
the  lips  was  denied  by  the  malice  of  his 
eyes — the  shrewd,  malignant  and  unmer- 
ciful look  of  the  blackmailer:  for  that 
was  what  Robert  Simeon  Struthers  sud- 
denly became  on  this  day  in  the  Resi, 
Awhile  Hotel. 

"Lor'a-massy!"  he  exclaimed.  "Lor'- 
a-massy,  'Liza,  what  a  joint  this  is! 
Heaven  and  hell  arm  in  arm  for  sure. 
What  price  a  hotel  where  you  can't  get 
a  drink  not  for  love  or  money!  But  it's 
all  right,  it's  all  right,  it's  the  Rest  Awhile 
Tavern.  That's  a  goldarned  good  name. 
I've  been  travelin'  for  the  last  twenty-one 
years  an'  I'd  like  to  rest  awhile  meself. 
Jerrickety,  what  a  bunch  you  are  here! 
Bill  Minden,  the  boss  train-buster,  that'd 
hold  up  a  coach  just  as  you'd  cut  the  top 
off  an  egg — Bill  Minden  doin'  the  prayer 
trick,  playin'  the  sky-pilot,  runnin'  the 
town,   lovin'  the  ladies,  joinin'  up  with 


'Liza  Struthers  that  joined  the  church  at 
ten — oh,  what  a  surprise,  two  lovely  black 
eyes!" 

With  a  shocked  gesture  Mrs.  Finley 
stopped  him.  "Robert,  Robert,  have  you 
no  shame!"  she  almost  wailed. 

"No  shame!  You  talk  to  me  like  that! 
What  've  I  got  to  be  ashamed  of  'cept 
my  bad  luck  for  j'ears  an'  years  an'  years. 
Everything's  been  out  agen  me.  God 
and  the  Devil's  been  conspirin'  at  me.  I 
ain't  had  no  home.  You've  been  the 
lucky  one.  Steve  Finley.  left  you  five 
hundred  dollars  a  year,  and  instid  of 
makin'  a  home  for  your  poor  brother 
Robert,  you've  been  spending  your  life 
and  your  money  on  the  daughter  of  that 
damned  thief.  Bill  Minden." 

Mrs.  Finley  was  now  as  white  as  the 
collar  at  her  neck.  "Oh,  hush,  brother 
Robert!"  she  said.  "Nobody  knows  that 
she  is  William  Minden's  daughter.  You 
know  how  he  came  to  give  her  to  me,  and 
no  one  knows  the  truth  here.  She's  right 
happy  with  me." 

"You  mean  to  say  she  don't  know  who 
her  real  father  is?"  A  blackmailing  look 
came  into  the  brutish  eyes.  "Well,  then, 
I  guess  I  got  a  home,"  he  added  faceti- 
ously. "I  guess  I  can  rest  awhile  at  the 
Rest  Awhile.  Mr.  Bill  Minden  don't  want 
the  world  to  know  that  Cora  Finley's  his 
daughter,  an'  that's  good  enough  for  me. 
I  got  to  be  took  care  of,  if  I  keep  my  mouth 
shut — see  that?  Say,  why  doesn't  he 
want  her  to  pass  as  his  daughter?" 

"Can't  you  see?"  the  agonized  woman 
replied.  "Don't  you  know — why  you  did 
know  from  the  start,  that  he  didn't  want 
her  to  know  he  was  her  father.  He  didn't 
want  to  spoil  her  life." 

"Shucks!  Piflle!"  replied  the  other 
truculently.  "The  town's  damned  well 
goin'  to  know  she's  his  daughter.  The 
town's  goin'  to  be  purified  by  the  truth. 
This  Rest  Awhile  'Tavern  is  goin'  to  be 
made  a  happy,  happy  home  if  I  know  any- 
thing, an'  I  guess  I  do;  but  I'll  have  a 
swill  first.  Out  with  your  bottle  from 
the  cupboard,  'Liza."  He  looked  round  the 
room.  "I  got  to  have  a  drink  an'  a  good 
big  drink,  for  I  got  a  good  big  thirst,  an' 
it's  been  a  good  big  walk  from  where  they 
put  me  off  the  train.  An'  after  the  drink 
I'll  have  a  good  big  sleep  on  that  good  big 
sofa  over  there.  Gimme  that  drink, 
'Liza,  Qn  this  instep,  as  the  niggers  say. 
I'm  dry,  and  whiskey's  the  only  thing 
that  makes  my  throat  wet.     D'you  hear, 

SIS?" 

"C^OR  AN  instant  she  hesitated;  to  give 
•'■  drink  to  a  drunken  man  was  a  terrible 
thing.  Yet  she  must  gain  time;  Cora 
must  be  spared  a  shock.  She  mu9t  see 
Minden,  who  might  perhaps  find  a  way  to 
prevent  catastrophe.  She  remembered^ 
that  some  brandy  had  been  left  from  the 
occasion  of  Sheldon's  illness. 

"Wait  a  minute,  Robert,"  she  whis- 
pered, for  her  voice  failed  her  in  excite- 
ment.   "I'll  bring  it."     ~ 

She  went  into  the  next  room,  and  pre- 
sently returned  quickly  with  a  pitcher  of 
water  and  a  bottle  in  which  there  was 
about  an  eighth  of  a  pint  of  brandy. 

Struthers  greedily  snatched  the  bottle 
from  her  hand,  uncorked  it  and  smelt  it. 
Then  he  said  with  a  leer,  "That's  better 
than  whiskey — good  old  Three  Star!" 

Raising  it  to  his  lips,  he  drank  every 
drop  of  it,  then  caught  the  pitcher  of 
water  from  her  hand  and  took  a  gulp. 

"Now   for   the   good    big   sofa    and    a 


sleep," he  said;  "and  when  I  get  up  there'll 
only  be  rest  in  the  Rest  Awhile  if  I  have 
a  room  to  meself  an'  me  board  and  lodg- 
in'." 

Then  he  threw  himself  sprawling  on 
the  sofa,  and  closed  his  eyes  to  sleep;  but 
half  a  minute  later  they  opened  heavily. 
He  saw  his  sister  looking  at  him  with  an 
agony  in  her  face  which  made  him  laugh 
in  derision. 

"  'S  all  right,  'Lizt.  Get  that  room 
ready  for  your  lovin'  brother,"  he  mum- 
bled, and  instantly  sank  into  a  heavy 
sleep. 

'Tp  HREE  hours  later  the  ne'er-do-well 
-^  awoke  from  his  druken  sleep  with 
parched  lips  and  a  bad  temper.  As  he 
came  to  a  sitting  posture  and  blinked  his 
weasel  eyes,  he  caught  sight  of  Minden 
seated  with  arms  resting  on  the  table  in 
front  of  him.  Minden's  eyes  were  fixed 
on  his;  he  had  sat  for  a  half -hour  in  the 
same  position  waiting  till  Strutherri 
should  wake. 

For  a  moment  the  two  men  gazed  at 
each  other  in  silence.  Struthers  antici- 
pated trouble,  and  was  in  a  mood  to 
fight.  It  was  nearly  twenty  years  since 
they  had  seen  each  other,  and  both  had 
lived  hard  lives,  but  Struther's  life  had 
been  degraded,  besotted  and  poverty- 
stricken.  He  had  only  come  to  Askatoon 
to  borrow  money  from  his  sister,  but  now 
his  drunken  mind  saw  but  one  thing-^the 
price  of  silence  as  to  Cora's  relationship 
to  Minden.  He  looked  to  find  threatening 
in  Minden's  face,  and  was  met  by  an  al- 
most friendly  smile.    Minden  spoke  first. 

"Have  a  drink,"  he  said  pointing  to  a 
large  glass  pitcher  of  water  with  a  tumb- 
ler beside  it. 

Struthers's  lips  were  parched  and  dry. 
"I'll  have  lager,"  he  said.  "I'll  have  Mil- 
waukee lager — a  whole  or  two  halves. 
I'm  dry." 

"This  is  a  temperance  hotel,"  Minden 
replied  easily.  "Try  Adam's  ale  first. 
Bob,  then  you  can  step  across  the  street 
for  your  beer." 

A  sullen,  defiant  look  came  into  Stru- 
thers' face.  "Temperance — shucks!  Nice 
sort  of  joint  this — two  holy  Christians 
with  a  Christian  baby  keeping  a  decep- 
tion-house. What's  a  hotel  for  if  it  ain't 
for  drink — good  spiritual  drink?" 

"Well,  that's  all  the  drink  you'll  get 
here,  Bob,"  was  the  dry  reply.  "  'Spirit- 
ual  drink,'  is  the  word ;  it  goes.  But  there 
ain't  any  spirituoMS  drinks  to  be  had  here; 
so  if  you  must  have  it,  just  toddle  across 
the  way.  But  if  I  had  a  thirst  like  yours, 
I'd  make  that  pitcher  of  water  look  small 
in  about  two  thirsty  seconds.  Sip  it  up, 
man.  There'll  be  room  for  the  lager  after. 
What  you  want  now  is  coolin'." 

"I  want  money  for  the  lager,"  was  the 
stubborn  reply.  "I'm  dead  broke;  but  if 
I  wasn't  I'd  still  want  money  for  the 
lager.  I  ain't  here  for  nothin' — I  ain't 
here  for  nothin',  I  tell  you  that."  He 
stumbled  forward  to  the  table.  "I'm  here 
for  my  own  good — that's  why  I'm  here; 
and  I'm  here  for  good  and  all,  and  ever, 
d'you  understand?" 

The  complacent  smile  did  not  leave 
Minden's  face,  yet  there  was  a  savage  look 
creeping  into  his  eyes,  which  his  strong 
will  kept  calling  back  into  obscurity. 

"All  right.  Bob,  you  can  have  the  money 
for  the  lager,"  he  replied,  "but  I'd  really 
like  you  to  have  a  drink  of  the  wine  of  the 
country  first.     I'd  like  you  to  show  your 

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What  is  Wrong  With  the  Railroads? 

By  E.  J.  Chamberlin 

President  of  the  Grand  Trunk  Railway  System 

EDITOR'S  NOTE — There  is  a  disposition  to  blame  the  railroads  for  all  the  national  ills  that  the  com- 
munity is  sujfeiing  from.  Delayed  transportation  hns  been  advanced  as  the  cause  of  the  scarcity  of  coal, 
the  high  cost  of  foodstuffs,  and  even  the  curtailment  of  manufacturing.  The  railroads  have  failed,  accord- 
ing to  the  Clitics,  in  the  hour  of  greatest  need.  At  the  request  of  the  Editor  of  MacLean's  Magazine, 
President  E.  J.  Chamberlin,  of  the  Grand  Trunk  System,  sets  forth  in  the  following  message  the  under- 
lying causes  of  the  present  railway  difficulties  and  also  suggests  how  ultimately  relief  mxiy  be  found.  The 
conditions  arising  out  of  the  vxir  must  necessarily  continue  until  peace  is  declared. 


YOU  ASK,  "What  is  wrong  with  th£ 
railroads?"  The  reply  in  one  word 
is  "WAR."  Although  we  are  removed 
from  the  scene  of  actual  hostilities  by 
thousands  of  miles,  war  conditions  pre- 
vail on  this  continent  as  they  do  in  Eur- 
ope. The  conflict  has  wrought  great 
changes  in  our  industrial  life.  A  strain 
has  been  placed  upon  the  whole  fabric  of 
business  that  has  tested  it  to  the  breaking 
point.  The  conditions  that  obtain  to-day 
in  our  great  industries  were  undreamt  of 
before  the  war  and  the  railroads  cannot 
be  blamed  if  they 
failed  to  see  the 
coming  of  the 
conflict.  It  fell 
like  a  thunder 
clap  upon  the 
civilized  world 
and  each  month 
has  brought  an 
increase  in  the 
severity  of  its 
effects. 

The  period  im- 
mediately before 
the  opening  of 
hostilities  was 
marked  by  a  tre- 
mendous decline 
in  railroad  traffic. 
Net  revenues  fell 
to  the  vanishing 
point.  There  were 
tens  of  thousands 
of      idle      freight 


cars  and  hundreds  of  idle  locomotives. 
The  confidence  of  investors  in  railroad 
securities  had  been  so  shaken  by  the  per- 
sistent and  successful  efforts  of  various 
bodies  to  prevent  the  roads  from  earning 
a  fair  payment  for  the  transportation 
service  rendered  that  new  capital  was 
well  nigh  impossible  to  obtain.  Without 
the  necessary  capital  it  was  impossible 
for  the  railroads  to  proceed  with  plans 
for  developing  facilities  and  improving 
the  transportation  mechanism  to  meet  un- 
certain future  needs.  The  railroads  were 


geared  to  handle  efficiently  the  business 
offering.  They  have  been  called  upon, 
however,  during  the  past  two  years,  to 
carry  a  burden  of  a  magnitude  that  would 
previously  have  been  considered  outside 
the  realms  of  possibility. 

When  the  time  comes  to  measure  up 
what  our  railroads  have  done  during  this 
time  of  abnormal  stress,  it  will  be  freely 
admitted  that  our  transportation  systems 
have  accomplished  wonderful  work  in 
the  face  of  appalling  difficulties. 

Complaint  is  made  that  the  railroads 
have  from  time  to 
time,  in  commer- 
cial parlance,  got 
behind  with  their 
orders.  Is  there 
any  branch  of 
productive  activ- 
ity, engaged  in 
war  work,  that 
has  been  able  to 
meet  the  full  de- 
mands made  upon 
it?  Every  pos- 
sible agency  of 
production  is  be- 
ing used,  calling 
for  masses  of  ma- 
terial of  all  de- 
scriptions to  be 
gathered  together 
at  every  centre  of 
population.  The 
railroads  have 
carried  in  greater 
volume  than  ever 
before  the  raw 
materials  for 
manufacture  and 
have  then  faced 
the  task  of  mov- 
ing  the    immense 


;!6 


M  A  (M.  i:  A  X  ■  ,S    M  A  (i  A  Z  1  N  K 


This  illustrates  why  railway  traffic  has  become  congested— a  terminal  wharf 
crowded  with  loaded  cars  and  no  ships  to  take  the  freight  off.  Millions 
have   been   lost   because   the   cars  must    wait  for  ships   to   take   their   loads. 


tonnage  of  finished  products  in  a  steady 
stream  towards  the  seaboard.  The  pres- 
sure from  the  manufacturing  centres  for 
supplies  has  been  without  any  let-up,  and 
Imnerial  needs  have  demanded  that  all 
munitions,  etc.,  consigned  overseas  be 
moved  immediately.  The  efficiency  of  the 
railroads  in  handling  this  great  east- 
bound  export  traffic  has  been  controlled  by 
ocean  shipping  conditions.  These  have 
naturally  been  irregular  owing  to  the 
shortage  of  ships.  The  result  has  been 
that  every  railway  terminal  has  become 
congested  with  export  freight  awaiting 
the  clearing  up  of  the  situation  at  the 
ocean  point  of  loading.  Days  have  passed 
at  many  of  the  greatest  ports  on  the  At- 
lantic seaboard  when  there  has  not  been 
a  single  vessel  on  hand  to  receive  cargo. 
Such  a  situation  ties  up  thousands  of  cars 
and  prevents  the  free  use  of  the  ter- 
minals for  internal  movement.  Railway 
terminals,  unfortunately,  are  not  elastic 
and  with  such  conditions  prevailing  de- 
lays to  traffic  were  unavoidable.  It  must 
also  be  considered  that  the  bulk  of  the 
traffic  has  been  eastward  without  an 
equivalent  movement  west. 

THE  remarkable  increase  in  Canada's 
business  may  be  gathered  by  a  glance 
at  these  export  and  import  reports. 

CANADA'S  EXPORTS. 

1916 $1,091,706,403 

1915....      614,129,846 


This  increased  national  business  has 
meant  an  addition  to  the  freight  tonnage 
of  the  railways  of  more  than  fifty  per 
cent.  While  the  demands  upon  the  roads 
have  been  ever  increasing,  the  amount  of 


1916. . , 
1915... 


$    477,577,557  Increase  in   1916. 


CANADA'S    IMPORTS. 

$766,757,491 
.   452,761,111 


$313,996,380  Increase  in   1916. 


labor  available  for  the  railways  has  been 
away  under  normal  and  has  steadily  de- 
clined. Thousands  of  our  skilled  em- 
ployees have  answered  the  Empire's  call 
and  gone  overseas  and  the  reserve  has  not 
been  able  to  fill  the  gaps  in  the  railroad 
ranks. 


At  Ruhleben 


In  ail  early  number 
will  appear  the  ex- 
periences of  a  young 
Canadian  who  was 
imprisoned  f  o  r  al- 
most two  years  in  the 
detention  camp  at 
Ruhleben,  just  out- 
side Berlin.  It  is  an 
intensely  interesting 
narrative,  telling  of 
the  real  conditions 
and  actual  experi- 
ences of  interned 
English    civilians. 


THE  interests  of  the  railroads  and  the 
public  are  identical,  and  the  present 
situation  should  serve  to  emphasize  the 
necessity  of  allowing  the  railroads  to 
carry  on  their  business  in  a  manner  that 
will  allow  of  continuous  development  in 
order  to  keep  up  with  the  increasing 
needs  of  transportation.  The  railroads 
need: 

Greater  terminal  facilities. 

More  side  tracks. 

More  double  tracks. 

More  equipment. 

Under  a  burden  of  increased  expenses 
the  railroads  are  continuing  to  give  ser- 
vice at  the  rates  that  were  too  low  even 
when    all   classes   of   supplies   and   labor 
could  be  obtained  at  much  lower  prices 
than  is  possible  to-day.     The  assumption 
that,  because  of  the  abnormal  volume  of 
traffic  offering,  the  railroads  are  not  en- 
titled to  a  revision   of  their  tariffs  will 
lead  to   a  continuance  of  the  conditions 
which  are  now  complained  of.     The  rail- 
roads must  be  allowed  to  earn  a  net  in- 
come sufficient  to   pay  fair   dividends   if 
they  are  to  obtain  the  new  capital  neces- 
sary to  create  greater  facilities  and  give 
the  service  that  the  public  demands.     In- 
vestors will  in  the  future  look  for  larger 
returns   upon   their   capital   and   just   so 
long  as  railroads  are  restricted  to  earn- 
ings which  are  lower  than  those  obtained 
by  the  generality  of  industrial  enterprises 
the  railways  will  continue  to  find  grave 
difficulties    in    providing    necessary    new 
works  to  keep  abreast  of  industrial  ex- 
pansion and  the  business  life  of  the  com- 
munity will  be  menaced  by  a  return  of 
these  periods  of  acute  congestion. 

The  welfare  of  the  railroads  is  of  na- 
tional importance  and  the  selfish  inter- 
ests of  no  one  section  or  class  should  be 
allowed  to  interfere  with  their  proper  de- 
velopment along  sound  lines. 


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3/ 


George  Lane  —  Mil 
lionaire  Rancher 

By 
NORMAN  LAMBERT 


ANY  YEAR,  just  after  the  first  of 
January,  when  the  banks  begin  to 
.   hold    their    annual    meeting,    go 
down   to  a  certain   comfortable  old-fash- 
ioned hotel  on  Front  Street,  Toronto,  and 
upon  one  of  the  fresh  pages  of  a  newly 
jpened  register,   you  will  find  the   name 
jf  George  Lane,  Calgary,  Alberta,  writ- 
ten in  a  big  scrawling  hand.     From  that 
autograph  you   might   turn   around,   and 
pick  out  the  man  who  wrote  it,  if  he  hap- 
pened to  he  sitting  or  standing  about  the 
rotunda  of  the  hotel.     In  all  probability 
tie  would  be  wearing  an  old,  faded,  broad 
brimmed   Stetson  which  has  been  a  con- 
stant  mark   of   identification     for    many 
(rears,    and    incidentally    suggests    wide 
3xpanses  of  wind-blown   prairie.     If  his 
lat   were   not   with    him,    one   could    not 
miss  the  mass  of  sand- 
colored      hair      which 
fancy  might  blend  per- 
fectly    with     the     dun 
shades    of   the    western 
plains    in    hot   midsum- 
mer.      Tall,     huge     of 
frame  and  with  the  am- 
bling stride  of  the  cow- 
boy which  he  has  never 
quite    lost  •  despite    the 
present  age  of  motors, 
George    Lane    has    the 
Vest  written  all  over  him.     Talk  to  him. 
nd    the    e.xpressive    vernacular    of    the 
angeland,  the  heartiness  and  open  qual- 
ty  of  the   laugh,  and   the  twinkle   in    a 
hrewd-looking  pair  of  deepest  blue  eyes, 
eighten  the  impression  of  the  West.   You 
egin  unconsciously  to  stir  with  that  in- 
eseribable  restlessness  which  a  memory 
f   the   far-reaching   prairie   and   rolling 
jothills  produces  in  the  soul  of  any  nor- 
lal  man.     As  you  hear  about  boundless 
cres  and  thousands  of  livestock  feeding 
pon   them,  you   are  looking  out  yonder 
)  the   horizon   line   "where   the   strange 
jads  go  down."     It  all   sounds  like  the 
pening  of  the  first  chapter  of  Job,  except 
lat  Job  was  supposed  to  have  resided  in 
le  far  East.    In  short,  nothing  in  human 
)rm  suggests  quite  so  much  the  spirit, 
le  possibilities,  the  achievements  of  the 
'^est  as  George  Lane  of  Alberta. 
When   Lane  comes  to  Toronto  on   his 
:gular  annual  visit,  it  is  not  through  any 
msideration  of  the  bank  meetings,  many 
"  which  happen  to  be  held  here  each  year 
30ut  the   time   he   arrives.     He  invari- 
>ly  has  a  little  banking  business  to  do, 
sing   under   the   necessity   of   operating 
ich  season  a  plant  of  some  thirty  thou- 
md  acres.    If  a  "line  of  credit"  is  neces- 
iry  he  doesn't  bother  very  much  with  the 
•anch  at  Calgary.     He  makes  a  visit  to 
le  Head  Office  in  Toronto,  an  incident  of 
s  annual   trip   to   the    East.      Chicago, 
ew    York,    Montreal    and    Ottawa    are 
so  included  in  the  tour  which  is  really 
le  of  study.     George  Lane  is  a  student 
markets,  and  the  whole  world  is  his 
iend.    Single-handed  he  has  constructed 
wonderful  agricultural  business  which 
operated  from  his  splendid  lands  in  the 
othills  of  the  Rockies.     Some  people  say 
at  the  farmer  has  been  the  last  of  the 
|dustrial  interests  to  organize,  and  in  his 


1^ 


BOVRIL 

gives 

Strength  to  Win 


! 


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If  you  work  with 
your  hands— 

you  may  think  that,  to  remove  the  dirt  and 
grime,  it  is  necessary  to  put  up  with  strong, 
harsh  soap. 

Try  Ivory  Soap  and  you  will  find  that  it  cleans 
the  hands  without  cutting  away  the  dirt  through 
friction  and  without  eating  away  the  dirt  through 
the  action  of  free  alkali.  It  does  not  irritate 
the  skin  in  any  way  and  yet — //  cleans. 

Ivory  Soap  removes  the  dirt  by  softening,  loos- 
ening and  dissolving  it.  Ivory  is  able  to  do 
this  because  its  lather  is  so  copious,  rich,  thick, 
lasting,  and  because  it  is  so  pure  and  so  high 
in  quality. 

Ivory  Soap  is  unusual  in  its  combination  of 
mildness  and  efficiency.  It  is  a  delightful  sur- 
prise to  all  who  have  been  keeping  clean  at  the 
expense  of  the  comfort  and  appearance  of  the 
skin. 

5  CENTS 

IVORY  SOAP  ^g  99^0^  PURE 

'''■  PLOAtS 

Made  in  the  Procter  &  Gamble  factories  at  Hamillon,  Canada 


isolated  condition  has  been  made  the  vic- 
tim of  the  railways,  the  banks  and  the 
manufacturers.  If  such  be  the  case,  the 
credit  reflected  upon  men  like  Lane  for 
their  success,  is  indeed  great.  By  sheer 
ability,  unaided  by  any  other  power  than 
hia  own  wits,  this  man  has  planned,  con- 
ducted and  developed  a  ranching  business 
which  has  made  him  a  millionaire  al- 
most twice  over.  He  has  reached  his 
present    position    through    close    applica- 


George  Lane. 

tion  to  the  science  of  producing  things 
from  the  soil.  He  has  not  sought  advice 
in  this  from  outside  interests,  many  of 
which  are  only  too  ready  to  give  it.  He 
has  made  outside  interests  serve  him  in 
working  out  his  own  ideas,  and  in  that 
way  has  raised  agriculture  in  one  in- 
stance at  least  to  the  place  where  it  be- 
longs. 

'T*HE  STORY  of  George  Lane's  success 
■^  reaches  back  forty-five  years  to  the 
day  when  as  a  sixteen-year  old  lad  he 
strupk  out  for  himself  across  the  plains 
from  Oklahoma  to  Montana,  driving 
horses  and  cattle.  He  was  born  at  Boone- 
ville,  near  Des  Moines,  Iowa,  in  1856,  and 
as  a  child  went  with  his  parents  into 
southern  Kansas,  or  Oklahoma  as  it  is 
known  to-day.  The  trek  to  Montana 
when  he  was  sixteen  marked  his  begin- 
ning as  a  cowboy.  It  was  a  long,  weary 
trip,  that  first  venture  across  the  plains 


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of  the  Western   States.     The  trek  occu- 
pied the  entire  summer.     When  he  got  to 
Montana,  he  joined  a  ranching  outfit,  and 
spent  the  next  twenty  years  as  a  cowboy, 
learning   all   he   could   about  cattle   and 
horses.     In   1884  Lane  crossed  the  line 
into   Canada,    and   became   foreman   for 
the  North-West  Cattle  Company.     Those 
were  the  days  in  Alberta  when  the  ranch- 
r  held  undisputed  sway  over  the  fertile 
mds  of  the  West.    There  were  no  fences 
I   railways  to  hinder  or  restrict  the  cow- 
.y  riders  in   rounding  up  their   herds, 
i  ane  soon  became  known  as  one  of  the 
liest  cattle  men  on  the  range. 

An  interesting  story  is  told  by  the  old- 
timers  about  the  first  time  that  George 
Lane  became  a  prominent  figure  in  Al- 
berta. It  was  at  Pincher  Creek  in  'eighty- 
four,  not  long  after  Lane  had  come  to 
Canada,  John  Herron,  a  well-remembered 
figure  in  the  Pincher  Creek  district,  and 
a  famous  wrestler,  had  arranged  a  match 
with  a  renowned  athlete  from  the  States. 
A  big  crowd  assembled  at  Pincher  Creek 
on  the  day  of  the  contest,  cattle  men  rid- 
ing in  from  all  parts  of  the  foothill  coun- 
try. A  board  platform  had  been  erected 
for  the  two  wrestlers,  and  as  the  two  con- 
testants finally  appeared  ready  for  their 
trial  of  strength  and  skill,  a  tall,  lanky 
,cowboy  leaped  up  beside  them,  and  shak- 
ing a  fist  full  of  money  over  the  head  of 
Herron  who  was  the  smaller  of  the  two 
gladiators,  shouted,  "Here's  odds  on  the 
little  feller."  The  "little  feller"  won  in 
two  falls.  The  lanky  backer  was  George 
Lane,  whose  judgment  since  that  day  has 
grown  to  be  proverbial  amongst  the  peo- 
ple of  the  foothills. 

In  1892,  the  foreman  of  the  North-West 
Cattle  Company  became  an  independent 
rancher.  He  began  by  purchasing  several 
bands  of  grade  Percheron  horses  in  Mon- 
tana. He  had  made  up  his  mind  that  the 
Percheron  was  the  best  kind  of  heavy 
horse  for  use  in  Western  Canada,  and 
immediately  set  forth  to  cultivate  that 
breed  of  animal.  Although  Lane's  ranches 
now  turn  out  every  year  thousands  of 
cattle,  horses  and  pigs,  the  prize  feature 
«f  the  stock  is  the  band  of  pure  bred 
Percheron.  horses.  For  twenty  years 
George  Lane  has  been  specializing  in 
Percheron  horsed,  and  has  built  up  what 
is  generally  conceded  amongst  horsemen 
to  be,  the  finest  and  most  extensive  Per- 
cheron breeding  establishment  in  the 
■world.  It  is  indeed  a  far  cry  between  La 
Perche  district  in  old  Prance  where  the 
first  of  the  Percheron  breed  were  raised, 
and  the  rich  valleys  and  benches  of  the 
Alberta  foothills  where  the  old  seed  is 
bearing  fruit.  He  has  on  his  beautiful 
ranch  of  23,000  acres  west  of  High  River, 
some  350  pure  bred  Percheron  fillies  and 
mares,  and  between  fifty  and  sixty  pure 
bred  stallions.  In  addition  he  keeps  up- 
wards of  600  work  horses.  His  other  hold- 
ings of  live  stock  include  from  7,000  to 
8,000  head  of  cattle,  1,500  hogs  and  300 
sheep.  Some  2,000  calves  are  raised  an- 
nually. Fifteen  hundred  to  two  thousand 
head  of  fat  cattle  and  fifteen  hundred 
hogs  are  marketed  every  year.  In  addi- 
tion to  this  extensive  live  stock  business. 
Lane  has  had  a  grain  crop  these  past  two 
years  amounting  each  year  to  more  than 
ft  quarter  of  a  million  bushels. 

T  ANE'S  one  set  rule  is,  "do  not  waste 
*-*  anything."  He  is  not  a  grain  grower, 
and  he  is  not  a  speculator.  Grain  is  grown 
Rrst  on  his  ranches  for  its  feed  value;  the 
surplus  he  sells.    Lane  is  the  biggest  i^- 


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dividual  farmer  and  rancher  in  Canada, 
possibly  in  America.  During  the  excite- 
ment of  the  real  estate  orgy  in  the  West 
five  and  six  years  ago,  he  did  not  waste 
a  dollar  or  any  of  his  time  in  the  prevail- 
inz  practice  of  that  day.  Later  when  fev- 
erish prospectors  were  boring  for  oil  all 
about  hig  property,  he  was  not  attracted. 
He  was  too  busy  producing  cattle  and 
horses  and  grain.  These  products  have 
taken  him  abroad.  He  has  raised  his  pro- 
ducts from  the  land  on  the  one  hand,  and 
on  the  other  he  has  studied  world  mar- 
kets. In  the  early  days  he  exported  many 
cattle  to  Britain.  In  late  years,  he  has 
shipped  to  Chicago  and  Seattle  as  well  as 
to  the  other  markets  of  his  own  country. 
This  has  given  him  a  very  broad  outlook 


in  matters  of  trade.  To  him  there  should 
be  no  restrictions  betwen  nations  in  the 
form  of  tariffs.  He  is  a  Simon  Pure  free 
trader;  which  explains  the  striking  air  of 
cosmopolitanism  surrounding  him. 

Lane  has  been  elected  to  Parliament 
once.  In  1913,  he  was  returned  to  the 
Alberta  Legislature,  but  later  resigned 
in  order  that  a  defeated  minister  should 
be  given  a  seat.  He  is  again  a  candidate 
for  parliament.  This  time,  he  is  stand- 
ing for  election  to  the  House  of  Commons. 
At  Ottawa,  this  big  shrewd  constructive 
mind  which  has  battled  its  way  through 
many  an  obstacle  during  the  thirty-three 
years  of  a  rancher's  life  in  the  West, 
should  have  much  to  give  to  the  country* 
which  has  treated  him  so  well. 


A  Moulder  of  Infant  Minds 


By  MADGE  MACBETH 


I  DOUBT  that  I  am  the  only  woman 
whose  children  say:  "Oh,  but  Mother, 
we  don't  do  it  that  way  in  our  schools, 
noiv!" 

And  perhaps  I  am  not  the  only  one  im- 
pelled by  sensitiveness  to  subside  into  the 
early  Victorian  atmosphere  in  which  the 
children  have  placed  me,  feeling  a  strange 
unfamiliarity  with  the  educational  paths 
now  trodden  by  precocious  off-spring. 

Certainly  no  mothers  could  have  view- 
ed "schooling  methods"  with  more  stark 
amazement  than  those  of  Fort  William's 
Ghetto — if  we  stretch  the  term  made  fam- 
ous by  Zangwill  to  include  that  section  of 
the  city  known  as  the  coal  docks.  Here 
reside  the  non-English  population  and 
here  taught  Mrs.  Florence  N.  Sherk.  Fort 
William,  that  great  shipping  point,  the 
distribution  centre  for  the  North- Western 
wheat  belt,  has  a  large  foreign  popula- 
tion, and  I  can  fancy  children  from  the 
Ogden  School  racing  home-  to  be  cate- 
chised by  their  parents  in  polyglot 
tongues  something  after  this  manner. 

"Did  you  learn  to  write,  Yulska?  Can 
you  write  your  name?  And  can  you  spell 
big  words  like  'teacher'?" 

"No." 

"Can  you  read  out  of  a  book — or  can 
you  count?" 

"No." 

"Well,  what  under  the  great  sun  can 
you  do,  Yulska?" 

"I  can  tell  you  the  picture  of  the  Hon. 
George  Ross!" 

No  one  is  surprised  to-day  at  the  teach- 
ing of  subjects  by  means  of  moving  pic- 
tures and  lantern  slides,  but  people  were 
astonished  in  Fort  Wiliam,  when,  about 
nine  years  ago,  Mrs.  Sherk  proposed  the 
teaching  of  civics  by  means  of  photo- 
graphs. I  fancy  that  patriotism,  and  love 
of  country  and  Empire  prompted  the  wish 
to  make  the  "strangers  within  our  gates" 
good  citizens  first,  and  scholars  after- 
ward. Anyway,  sne  thinks  that  for  a 
preliminary  acquaintance  with  the  prin- 
ciples of  government,  the  study  of  civics 
is  of  the  utmost  value.  The  only  reason 
that  boys  and  girls  show  no  interest  in 
any  but  the  drum  and  trumpet  side  of 
history,  is  because  they  are  studying  the 
evolution  of  something  of  which  they 
have  no  comprehension.  The  word  feder- 
ation has  no  meaning  to  them ;  the  word 
Canada  no  personal  interest.  The  in- 
struction in  such  matters,  is,  according  to 


Mrs.  Sherk,  not  commenced  early  enough. 
Lessons  in  Government  should  be  given 
every  class — every  boy  and  girl  should 
know  something  of  the  source  of  public 
authority;  how  it  is  divided,  delegated 
and  administered.  Whether  this  subject, 
be  made  the  topic  for  morning  talks,  or 
given  otherwise,  is  of  little  consequence; 
it  should  be  taught!  And  it  can  be  made 
intensely  interesting,  instructing  at  the 
same  time,  to  the  pupil,  the  teacher  and 
the  parent. 

After  a  few  months'  trial  of  her  theory 
Mrs.  Sherk  said: 

"The  interest  in  political  geography 
and  in  the  history  of  not  only  the  present 
day,  but  of  the  past,  awakened  in  the 
minds  of  the  pupils,  can  hardly  be  rea- 
lized. Newspapers  and  magazines  were 
eagerly  scanned  for  the  appearance  of 
names  of  persons  represented  in  the  vari- 
ous groups  and  enquiry  stimulated  and 
encouraged." 

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"Various  groups"  refers  to  the  original 
method  instituted  by  Mrs.  Sherk  and  ap- 
proved by  no  less  a  person  than  Her  Ma- 
jesty Queen  Mary,  who  has  taken  a  great 
interest  in  the  method. 

To  begin  at  the  beginning.  The  late 
Sir  George  Ross  was  the  first  influential 
person  approached  in  regard  to  this  in- 
novation. He  was  the  Hon.  George  then, 
and  visited  Fort  William  as  Minister  of 
Education  for  Ontario.  He  also  visited 
Mrs.  Sherk's  "experimental  school"  and 
was  struck  by  the  success  of  her  method, 
even  in  its  infancy.  Upon  his  return  to 
Toronto,  he  sent  her  a  large  photograph 
of  himself,  which  was  exhibited  in  a  shop 
window  for  some  days,  and  which  one 
might  almost  say  formed  the  nucleus  of 
what  is  the  most  valuable  collection  of 
pictures  from  an  educational  standpoint; 
in  the  Dominion — perhaps  in  the  Empire. 
Encouraged  by  this  approval,  Mrs.  Sherk 
got  her  ideas  into  shape,  and  submitted 
them  to  the  Department  of  Education.  The 
result  was  that  in  1907  "civics"  was  in- 
troduced as  part  of  the  public  school  cur- 
riculum. The  mode  of  teaching  was  as 
follows : 

Photographs  of  the  Mayor,  his  council, 
and  the  various  boards  of  administration, 
even  public-spirited  citizens,  represent 
Municipal  Government.  Photographs 
of  the  Lieutenant-Governor,  the  Provin- 
cial Ministers  and  so  on — the  government 
of  the  Province;  federal  administration 
is  similarly  taught  by  photos  of  the  Gov- 
ernor-General, Prime  Minister,  his  Cabi- 
net and  so  on.  Having  learned  something 
of  the  governing  of  Canada,  the  children 


are  not  unprepared  to  tackle  the  intri- 
cacies of  Imperial  politics.  This  is  re- 
presented by  groups  of  our  reigning  sov- 
ereign and  family. 

If  the  reader  gives  a  moment's  thought 
to  the  subject,  it  will  be  readily  under- 
stood how  far-reaching  this  grouping  of 
phbtos,  is.  Beginning  with  the  munici- 
pality, one  swiftly  merges  into  the  Pro- 
vincial. From  that  to  the  Federal  is  but 
a  step,  and  from  Dominion  to  Empire — 
linked,  of  course,  by  the  Governor-Gen- 
eral, is  only  a  small  jump. 

With  rarest  exception,  Mrs.  Sherk  was 
encouraged  in  the  furtherance  of  her 
plans,  which,  of  course,  depended  largely 
upon  response  to'her  request  for  photos. 
She  says  (in  many  reports  and  speeches) 
that  she  is  indebted  not  only  to  Sir  George 
Ross,  Sir  John  Bourinot,  the  Hon.  Sidney 
Fisher,  Dr.  Smellie,  and  Lord  Minto,  but 
through  the  kindness  and  interest  of  the 
Duke  of  Argyll,  many  notable  statesmen 
and  dignitaries  were  added  to  the  fast- 
growing  collection. 

By  far  the  most  interesting  collection 
of  Royal  photos  was  sent  Mrs.  Sherk  at 
the  command  of  Queen  Mary  after  she 
and  King  George  had  made  their  Cana- 
dian tour.  It  will  be  remembered  that 
they  were  the  Duke  and  Duchess  of  York 
at  the  same  time. 

To  the  intense  disappointment  of  the 
citizens  of  Fort  William  and  Port  Arthur, 
it  was  learned  that  no  stop-over  had  been 
arranged;  but  no  group  of  persons  in  all 
the  city  felt  so  utterly  distressed  as  did 
the  little  people  of  the  Ogden  School.  To 
them  "our  Prince  and  Princess"  were  not 


strangers,  but  familiar  friends,  whose 
lives  had  been  watched  with  eager  inter- 
est from  the  radius  of  the  school-room 
wall,  and  it  was  well-nigh  impossible  for 
them  to  believe  that  the  Royal  tourists 
should  pass  through  their  city  without 
even  stopping  to  look  at  them,  be  looked 
at  by  them.  In  despair  they  appealed  to 
Mrs.  Sherk,  who  had  taught  them  to  love 
the  Royal  family,  but  who  had  neglected 
to  teach  them  how  intricate  are  the  ob- 
servance, the  decrees  which  govern  an 
apparently  free  sovereign.  In  Canada  re- 
lationships are  more  familiar,  social  ob- 
servances are  more  or  less  a  matter  of  in- 
•clination.  The  children  could  not  under- 
stand.        , 

Their  distress  was  more  than  Mrs. 
Sherrc  could  bear.  She  telegraphed  Lord 
Minto  asking  whether  something  could 
not  be  done.  The  days  passed  and  hope — 
so  hard  to  blight  in  the  child  mind — began 
to  fade,  until  the  morning  of  the  great  day 
dawned.  Then  darkness  was  turned  into 
radiance;  the  Royal  train  would  stop 
twenty  minutes  in  Fort  William  and 
Their  Royal  Highnesses  would  receive 
Mrs.  Sherk  and  twenty  of  her  pupils. 

But  the  supreme  pleasure  of  the  work, 
has  been  Queen  Mary's  appreciation  of 
Mrs.  Sherk's  picture  method  of  teaching 
the  history  of  civil  law.  In  a  letter  to 
the  Times  she  even  recommended  that  it 
be  taught  in  British  schools,  and  she 
backed  her  request  by  a  gift  of  fifty 
pounds — a  foundation  fund,  in  a  way, 
with  which  to  buy  pictures  for  the  Lon- 
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important  respects.  Changes  have  been  made 
in  the  bodies  ensuring  lightness,  more  room 
and  comfort  and  a  big  advance  in  appearance. 
The  chief  advance,  however,  has  been  in  the 
matter  of  comfort  provided  for  both  driver 
and  passengers;  the  1917  is  almost  like  d 
luxurious  apartment,  so  complete  are  its 
appointments. 

This  increase  in  comfort  is  reflected  in  all 
grades  and  makes  of  cars,  from  the  highest- 
priced  limousine,  to  the  small  roadster. 

The  whole  story  of  automobile  magic  shown 
in  the  1917  models  is  told  by  Joseph  Brinker 
in  Colliers'  Weekly.    He  says  in  part: 


The     Rue    de     la     Paix    dominates     Fifth 
Avenue's    gowns.      Just    so    does    New    York 
lead  the  way  in  the  latest  and  most  fastidious 
automobile  creations.     During  the  past  year 
one  of  Gotham's  most  prominent  automobile 
dealers  had  a  gown  designer  of  world  renown 
employ  her  wide  experience  and  good  taste  to 
design  the  interior  fitting  of  an  inclosed  car 
to  match  one  of  his  wife's  frocks.     This  car 
created  such  a  sensation  that  scores  gathered 
around  it  every  time  it  stopped  at  the  curb. 
Many  wanted  to  buy  it.    As  a  result  the  ultra- 
fashionable     motorist     may     now     purchase 
chameleonlike   interior   fittings   and   drapings 
to  match  her  every  gown.    These  drapings  are! 
interchangeable.      Those   to   match    the   colorl 
tones  of  one  fabric  may  be  quickly  and  easilyl 
fitted  in  place  by  simply  snapping  them  overl 
.small,   permanent   buttons   such   as   those   onl 
ladies'    gloves.      When    madam    changes    heg 
gown,  James   has   but   to   unhook   one   set 
interior    decorations    and    substitute    anothell 
in  its  place. 

The  1917  automobile  is  the  acme  of  confl 
Continued  on  page  47. 


M  A  ('  L  !•:  A  N  •  S    M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


Continued  from  page  42. 
fort  in  which  the  driver  plays  the  role  of  a 
modern  Aladdin.  He  steps  from  the  running 
bourd  to  his  position  behind  the  steering  wheel 
and  reclines  on  a  cushion  seat  far  more  com- 
fortable than  even  the  best  of  our  grand- 
fathers' parlor  settees.  Even  the  steering 
wheel  may  be  hinged  on  its  post  and  swung 
up  out  of  the  way  to  enable  him  too  reach  his 
seat  without  the  least  exertion. 

Seated,  he  simply  exerts  the  pressure  of  his 
smallest  finger  on  a  button  which  he  can  reach 
without  even  so  much  as  leaning  over  in  his 
seat.  This  calls  the  genii  of  a  hidden  mechan- 
ism into  life,  and  behold  the  motor  starts  pur- 
ring of  its  own  accord  like  a  cat  just  well  fed! 
Perhaps  he  wishes  to  enjoy  one  of  his  rare 
Havanas  while  on  his  after-supper  motor  run 
through  the  countryside  on  a  spring  even- 
ing. If  he  desires  to  light  the  weed  before 
starting,  he  simply  extends  his  arm,  pushes 
another  magic  button,  and  before  him  stands 
ready  and  waiting  an  electric  lighter  with  a 
flame  equivalent  to  a  whole  box  of  matches 
and  one  which  cannot  blow  out  no  matter  how 
strong  the  wind. 

Ready  to.  start,  he  simply  presses  down  a 
pedal  which  connects  the  waiting  engine  with 
the  remainder  of  the  driving  mechanism. 
Then  he  may  press  one  of  several  small  push 
buttons  extending  from  an  inconspicuous 
black  box  on  the  steering  post  below  the 
wheel.  This  magic  button  calls  forth  that 
particular  kind  of  genii  which  bids  the  car  go 
fast  or  slow  just  as  he  orders  them.  These 
•faithful  little  workers  enable  him  to  make  the 
car  go  from  any  one  of  its  speeds  to  any  other 
by  no  more  exertion  than  an  amount  of  finger 
pressure  which  would  hardly  dent  a  rubber 
eraser. 

Nor  is  this  the  last  word  in  the  almost  per- 
fect comfort  and  convenience  provided  for  the 
automobile  driver.  If  he  so  desires,  he  can  fit 
another  magic  lever  on  his  steering  wheel 
within  easy  reach  of  his  crooked  arm.  A  half- 
inch  movement  of  this  lever  calls  into  being 
still  another  class  of  genii  of  the  electrical 
family  that  form  themselves  into  a  tug-of-war 
team  and  pull  on  the  brake  rods  with  such 
strength  that  the  car  brakes  can  be  set  more 
quickly  and  smoothly  than  by  the  foot  or  hand 
of  the  driver. 

j  If  the  driver  should  happen  to  be  overtaken 
by  darkness  while  on  his  ride,  he  simply 
presses  another  magic  button  on  the  dash- 
board of  the  car  within  his  arm's  length.  This 
awakens  another  family  of  electrical  won- 
ider  workers  which  light  all  the  headlights, 
side  lights  and  tail  lights  in  one  operation. 
If  the  driver  wants  to  be  sure  to  get  home  at 
the  correct  time,  he  simply  presses  still  an- 
other inconspicuous  button,  which  lights  a 
tiny  electric  bulb  inside  of  the  shield,  which 
!eS  it  to  illuminate  the  clock  on  the  dash 
!  but  does  not  permit  it  to  shine  into  his 

ain,  if  on  the  way  home  he  should  desire 

it  a  friend  whose  house  address  he  knows 

r  than  the  house  itself,  he  simply  pushes 

her  button,  this  time  in  the  handle  of  a 

■ini:iil  pivotal   searchlight  on   the  edge  of  the 

wind  shield  or  side  of  the  cab.    Then,  by  turn- 

inc   the   handle,  he  is  able  to  throw  a   small 

1   of   light  on   the   house   numbers   as   he 

<  s   them. 

the  driver  is  one  of  those  automobile  en- 

asts    who    fit    their    cars    with    a    clo-sed 

in  winter  or  with  demountable  top  and 

windows,  he  may  also  call  into  play  the 

■  of  lighting  for  illuminating  the  interior 

:imself  or  guests.    He  may  be  even  more 

•ing  still  and  demand  that. his  hands  be 

warm  while  driving.    Even  this  wish  can 

•  atified,  for  by  rubbing  the  magic  lamp  he 

'■all  out  the  ever-ready  workers  of  the 

1  ically    heated    steering   wheel.      Nor.  is 

all  he  can  do,  for  his  feet  or  those  of  "his 

a.5iengers  can  be  kept  toast  warm  by  small 

j^lectric  heaters. 

The  1917  car  to-day  stands  at  one  of  the 
points   of   the   chart   in   engineering   de- 
[iment   for   the   reason    that   most  of   the 
aikers  have  continued  their  1916  models  with 
:  'Ut  few  changes.     Perhaps  the  two  most  im- 
portant  achievements   made   during   the   last 
!  ear  which  manifest  themselves  in   the   1917 
1  ?T'  ^^^  ^^^  manufacture  of  really  corafort- 
[  ble   and   finely   finished   bodies   and    experi- 
nental  work   seeking  to   develop   carburetor.-; 
Continued  on  page  51. 


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HOW  TO  finance  our  road  improvements  in 
Canada  is  one  of  the  first  things  every 
municipality  ought  to  solve  in  the  problem  of 
better  roads  for  Canada,  writes  F.  M.  Chap- 
man in  The  Farmer's  Magazine.  Heretofore 
we  have  never  financed  our  roads  as  we  ought 
to.  What  we  have  done  has  been  a  mere 
floundering  betwaen  a  theory  of  wished  for 
things,  and  a  battered-up  clash  of  county 
roads  and  statute  labor  nonsense. 

We  have  no  federal  co-ordination  of  high- 
ways. Our  provincial  organizations  are 
working  largely  in  the  dark,  a  hotch-potch 
of  systems  prevails.  And  perhaps  the  edu- 
cational value  of  this  indecisive  work  will 
bring  the  matter  to  a  head.  Indeed,  the  need 
is  becoming  emphasized.  With  the  use  of 
autos  and  motors  by  the  rural  population  more 
interested  and  thoughtful  eyes  are  being 
turned  towards  the  question.  The  future  is 
begining   to   assume   a   new   hopefulness. 

Nearly  all  the  provinces  now  have  High- 
ways Departments.  Definite  systems  of  road 
construction  and  maintenance  are  being 
worked  out.  Ontario  has  a  good  roads  sys- 
tem introduced  into  the  counties  whenein  the 
government  furnished  $40  for  every  $60  fur- 
nished by  the  county,  and  the  province  con- 
tributes 20%  of  the  maintenance. 

Financing  a  road  is  a  simple  problem  if 
we  will  keep  in  mind  that  it  is  an  investment 
which  ought  to  be  paid  for  by  the  people  who 
receive  its  benefits  and  in  accordance  with  the 
benefits  which  they  receive  from  It. 

Where  roads  are  financed  by  bond  issues 
so  as  to  distribute  the  first  costs  equitably 
over  the  generations  of  taxpayers  \yho  are 
going  to  use  the  roads,  we  have  certainly  the 
real  solution.  If  a  road  is  going  to  last  for 
20  years,  and  we  raise  our  funds  on  bonds 
running  for  20  years,  it  meets  the  case. 
Where  a  road  is  built  and  paid  for  in  one  year 
or  so,  the  taxpayers  simply  make  a  present 
of  the  road  to  posterity.  It  is  the  same  in 
much  of  our  township  permanent  bridge  con- 
struction work.  If  a  large  expenditure  is  ne- 
'  cessary  now  to  lay  the  proper  foundations  for 
a  good  road,  the  taxpayer  of  to-morrow  must 
bear  his  fair  share  of  that  burden.  That  is 
why  the  bond  system  carries  the  principle  of 
equity  in  it. 

Anticipating  the  future  public  revenues 
by  means  of  bond  issues  is,  therefore,  the  only 
equitable  method  of  distributing  the  cost  of 
such  long-lived  improvements  on  our  high- 
ways. The  farmer  is  demanding  current  rates 
of  interest  on  his  money.  From  5  to  8  per 
cent,  is  secured  on  mortgage  security.  The 
banks  charge  him  7%  and  8%  for  loans.  Often 
his  county  and  school  debentures  have  been 
selling  for  4%%,  although  they  are  bringing 
slightly  better  prices  now.  It  is  easy  to  see 
then,  if  the  bonds  for  road  improvement  are 
sold  in  equally  as  good  a  market,  the  farmer 
will  be  saving  fully  one  per  cent.,  and  often 
more  on  his  money. 

Let  us  look  into  this.  The  pay-as-you- 
go  policy  in  building  a  barn,  does  not  apply 
here  at  all.  If  he  builds  a  stretch  of  10 
miles  of  good  roads  in  his  township  this  year 
at  a  cost  of  $20,000  and  pays  for  it  out  of 
the  current  taxes,  the  money  is  gone  forever 
from  him.  If  he  had  kept  that  $20,000  at 
home  in  use  on  the  farms  at  6  or  7  per  cent., 
and  borrowed  the  money  frort^  some  of  the 
insurance  or  trust  companies  he  would  have 
got  it  for  5  per  cent,  and  saved  the  bilance. 
Thus  the  money  kept  at  home  in  productive 
use  would  pay  not  only  the  4'/(.  or  5  per  cent, 
interest  on  the  $20,000,  but  reduce  the  prin- 
cipal yearly  so  that  the  whole  thing  would 
be  wiped  out  in  thirty  or  forty  years,  accord- 
ing to  his  shrewdness  in  dealing.  He  would 
then  have  both  the  pood  road,  the  added  effi- 
ciency and  the  use  of  the  money  besides. 

Such  a  plan,  whereby  the  government  could 
borrow  the  money  at  a  low  rate  of  4%  or  5 
per  cent.,  and  loan  the  money  to  the  counties 


or  municipalities  at  a  low  rate  and  compound 
the  profit  on  the  amortization  plan,  whereby 
the  debt  would  be  wiped  out,  principal  and 
interest,  in  a  stated  number  of  years,  would 
be  an  ideal  one. 

There  may  be  some  difficulties  in  the  minds 
of  many  as  to  the  estimated  life  of  any  road 
being  at  all  accurately  gauged.  Yet  this  is  a 
difficulty  easily  overcome.  Already  we  have 
so  much  data  about  permanent  roads,  about 
subsoils,  frost  action,  freshets,  unusual  con- 
ditions and  disintegration,  both  from  modern 
experiments  and  from  the  old  Roman  roads  in 
Great  Britain  and  in  Italy.  We  know  that 
drainage  made  right  stays  right,  hills  cut 
down  are  cut  down  forever,  macadam  road 
properly  maintained,  concrete  and  asphalt 
properly  laid  and  kept  up  give  us  roads  abotit 
which  we  can  be  tolerably  sure  in  our  esti- 
mates. 

The  incidence  of  taxation  is  another  pro- 
blem. Our  general  theory  of  the  benefited 
paying  the  tax  is  all  right.  Its  working  out 
is  where  injustice  sometimes  comes  in.  A 
road  of  a  permanent  nature  running  across  a 
country  near  the  front,  such  as  is  the  case  of 
Ontario  county  where  ten  miles  of  road  paral- 
leling the  lake  has  to  be  built  in  the  good 
roads  scheme  works  some  injustice  to  the  rear 
residents.  The  county  goes  back  probably  60 
miles  and  the  major  portion  lies-  beyond  the 
Lpurentian  hills  almost  effectually  barring 
traffic  at  all  locally.  How  shall  we  assess  equit- 
ably? The ,  case  is  not  without  a  working 
solution.  The  fact  that  the  solution  has  not 
been  made,  only  evidences  our  pioneering 
youthfulness  in  road  financing?  , 

In  the  first  place,  the  value  of  the  road  as 
a  through  artery  for  the  firovince  must  be 
estimated.  The  province  should  build  what 
it  uses.  Then  again  the  men  who  live  near 
the  road  must  bear  a  fair  share.  He  gets  a 
special  benefit  and  must  pay  a  special  tax. 
In  some  of  the  U.  S.  states  this  special  claim 
is  assessed  at  one-fourth  and  one-third.  The 
neighbors  next  removed  receive  lesser  benefits 
and  the  variable  of  assessment  diminishes 
as  his  farm  recedes  from  the  road  in  ques- 
tion. 

In  Toronto  when  a  new  street  was  widened, 
as  was  Danforth  Avenue,  the  residents  on 
each  side  for  100  feet  were  assessed  a  special 
tax.  The  principle  holds  good  in  rural  road 
improvement  to  a  limited  extent.  While  bond 
issues  arc  necessary  to  equalize  the  ta.xes  on 
successive  generations,  so  special  assessments 
are  necessary  to  equalize  as  between  locally 
benefited  taxpayers. 

Thus  the  plan,  on  a  larger  scale,  of  insist- 
ing upon  a  county  appropriation  in  excess 
of  the  government  or  federal  grants,  is  done 
with  the  same  equity  in  view. 


Hernard  I'artridge,  in  Punch. 
Winged  Victory. 

Til   the   Honor  of  Our  Air  Srrcicei 


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which  will  eive  better  results  with  the  low- 
Krade  gasoline  now  being  bought  by  the 
public    generally. 

1917  bodies  are  larger,  as  a  rule,  than  those 
<if  1916.     They  are  also  so  proportioned  and 

prung  on  the  springs  that  they  make  for 
■asy  riding  both  when  only  partly  filled  and 
when  the  capacity  number  of  passengers  is 
carried. 

In  many  instances  the  roomier  1917  bodies 
have  been  secured  by  increasing  the  wheel- 
base  lengths  of  the  vehicles  and  keeping  the 
paces  taken  up  by  the  motors  the  same. 
'  Uhers  have  accomplished  the  same  result.^ 
iiy  a  redesign  of  the  body  shape — its  floor 
[ilan,  as  it  were.  This  has  been  made  wider 
or  longer,  as  the  case  may  be,  to  give  the 
.Iriver  or  passenger  the  impression  of  a  sense 
of  ease  that  is  comparable  with  that  en- 
joyed when  seated  in  one's  Morris  chair  be- 
fore  the  open   fireplace  at  home. 

Each  passenger  must  have  sufficient  leg 
room  and  elbow  space  if  he  is  to  enjoy  several 
hours'  ride.  Both  of  these  requisites  have 
been  secured  by  making  the  bodies  longer  and 
wider  between  the  sides.  To  add  to  this  com- 
fort obtained  by  eliminating  any  chance  for 
cramping,  most  of  the  designers  have  paid 
especial  attention  this  year  to  the  cushion- 
ing of  the  seats.  They  tend  to  give  the  im- 
pression of  riding  on  air.  This  has  been  ac- 
cpmplished  by  more  detailed  attention  to  the 
design  of  the  spring  element  of  the  seat  and 
its  ability  to  aid  in  the  vehicle  springs  in 
absorbing  the  road  shocks. 

The  clover-leaf  seating  plan,  with  divided 
front  seats  and  another  at  the  rear  for  one  or 
two  passengers,  gives  those  In  the  rear  seat 
plenty  of  leg  and  elbow  room.  At  the  same 
time  they  are  in  sufficiently  close  proximity 
to  those  on  the  front  seats  to  carry  on  a  con- 
versation without  having  to  lean  forward, 
while  those  on  the  front  seats  need  do  no  more 
than   slightly   turn   their  heads. 

This  design  has  developed  into  one  of  the 
most  distinctive  of  the  season,  the  four-pas- 
senger roadster.  This  new  style  has  a  body 
somewhat  along  the  lines  of  a  boat  with  an 
open  cockpit,  and  the  divided  seats  in  front 
and  the  wide  seat  in  the  rear.  Some  of  the 
twenty-five  types  of  this  style  already  offered 
have  folding  rear  decks  behind  the  divided 
■■ieats.  These  decks  fold  down  flush  and  cover 
the  rear  seats  when  the  latter  are  not  needed. 

Another  comfort-giving  feature  included  in 
many  of  the  1917  cars  is  the  winter-summer 
body.  While  this  idea  is  not  new  it  is  worked 
out  in  a  new  and  more  practical  way.  Former 
winter-summer  bodies  consisted  of  some  forms 
of  demountable  tops  and  sides  which  could  be 
titted  in  place  of  the  roadster  or  touring  tops 
•<  used  during  the  warm  weather.  The  new 
leation,  however,  is  made  up  of  a  perma- 
nent non-folding  top  with  glass  sides  which 
drop  down  out  of  sight  within  the  body 
panels.  In  warm  weather  these  are  kept  in 
heir  hiding  places,  but  on  the  approach  of  a 
lory  they  may  be  raised  in  a  jiffy  to  provide  a 
iiody  with  as  much  protection  against  the 
elements  as  a  conventional  limousine.  In  the 
winter  time  the  sides  may  be  kept  up  perma- 
nently, thus  giving  the  owner  the  same  con- 
venience as  if  he  had  two  cars,  one  open  and 
the  other  closed,  or  two  bodies,  one  taken  off 
when  the  other  is  fitted. 

Other  smaller  items  include  storm  curtains 
which  open  with  the  doors  on  touring  and 
roadster  bodies.  These  make  for  easy  en- 
trance and  exit  and  should  prove  a  great  boon 
to  those  who  desire  to  motor  in  the  fall  and 
early  spring  in  open  cars.  Even  the  doors 
themselves  have  been  made  wider  and  the 
seats  arranged  so  as  not  to  obstruct  the  clear 
way.  Still  other  small  items  which  make  for 
the  individual  comfort  of  the  driver  are  seats 
adjustable  for  height  and  a  slight  longitudinal 
movement;  steering  columns  adjustable  in 
their  height,  and  emergency  brake  and  gear- 
shift levers  so  positioned  as  to  be  easily  oper- 
ated without  bending  over. 

Not  to   be   outdone  by   the  many   conveni- 
ences, the  bodies  of  the  new  cars  are  much 
more  pleasing  to  the  eye.     They  are  the  work 
f  artists  rather  than  engineers.    They  are  ag 
f  draped  over  the  chassis  in  graceful  curves 
with   no    abrupt    rasping   angles    or   corners. 

The  most  important  engineering  develop- 
ment of  the  past  year  was  the  introduction 

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of  the  twelve-cylinder  motor  as  a  commercial 
unit  in  a  stock  car.  While  such  motors  of 
the  V  type  had  been  used  previously  in  racing 
cars  and  in  aeroplane  work,  they  had  never 
before  been  applied  to  automobiles  made  in 
any  quantity.  The  twelve-cylinder  V  type 
was  developed  to  answer  the  demand  for 
greater  power  and  for  a  smoother-running 
motor.  As  time  progressed  and  the  cylinders 
increased  from  one  to  two  in  the  older  cars 
and  then  to  four  and  finally  to  six,  the  method 
of  placing  the  cylinders  in  a  line  one  after 
another  kept  making  the  engines  longer  and 
longer.  If  this  method  had  been  continued  to 
its  logical  conclusion  in  the  eight  and  twelve- 
cylinder  types,  the  motors  would  have  taken 
up  more  of  the  wheel-base  length  of  the 
average  vehicle  than  that  for  the  driver  and 
passengers. 

Still,  a  certain  class  of  automobile  buyers 
demanded  more  power  as  exemplied  by  the 
ability  to  climb  hills,  to  pull  through  heavy 
roads,  and  to  travel  under  adverse  conditions 
on  high  gear;  more  comfort,  as  determined 
by  the  absence  of  vibration  and  jolting  due 
to  the  motor  or  to  road  inequality;  more  flexi- 
bility, as  shown  in  the  ability  to  operate  at 
from  five  to  fifty  miles  per  hour  on  high  gear 
without  choking  the  motor  and  with  a  smooth 
application  of  power;  more  acceleration,  as 
judged  by  the  ability  to  make  a  quick  get- 
away from  a  standing  start  or  to  change  speed 
rapidly  from  one  rate  to  another  on  all  gears. 
Added  to  these  mechanical  requirements  was 
the  necessity  for  economy,  to  be  easy  on  tires 
and  to  consume  relatively  small  quantities  of 
fuel  and  oil. 

The  1917  car  is  somewhat  lighter  than  its 
predecessor  of  1916  and  much  lighter  .than 
that  of  1915.  This  lightness  has  been  se- 
cured by  the  use  of  better  and  stronger  ma- 
terials and  by  a  grouping  of  parts  in  units, 
thus  rendering  unnecessary  many  brackets 
and  fixtures  heretofore  thought  essential.  A 
car  which  is  light  and  yet  sufficiently  strong 
to  carry  the  load  for  which  it  was  designed 
without  excessive  repairs  may  be  compared 
to  a  heavier  car,  just  as  a  lightweight  boxer 
may  be  compared  to  a  heavyweight.  The  big, 
heavy  men  must  expend  a  considerably  larger 
part  of  their  energy  in  moving  themselves 
through  space  than  do  the  lighter  men.  The 
latter  are  more  active  and  use  up  more  of 
their  muscular  energy  in  performing  actual 
work  rather  than  moving  their  own  bulk  from 
place  to  place. 

So  it  is  with  the  lighter  car  as  compared 
with  the  heavier  one  of  the  same  motor  horse- 
power. The  latter  is  less  efficient  than  the 
former  because  it  must  carry  around  its  addi- 
tional weight.  This  means  more  wear  on  the 
car  itself,  more  wear  on  the  tires,  and  a 
greater  relative  consumption  of  fuel  for  the 
work  performed,  all  of  which  means  a  higher 
operating  cost. 

Economies  which  have  been  effected  in 
weight  reduction  in  the  1917  car  and  the 
savings  made  by  the  continued  use  of  the 
machinery  by  which  last  year's  car  were 
turned  out  would  have  probably  resulted  in  a 
reduction  of  price  had  it  not  been  for  the  in- 
creased cost  of  materials.  As  a  result  the 
prices  of  the  1917  car  are  slightly  higher  than 
those  of  last  year. 


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How  Motor  Trucks 
Cut  Cost 

An  Article  on  the  Problems  of  Delivery 
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THERE  was  a  time  when  business  men  ser- 
iously discussed  the  relative  merits  of 
motor  trucks  and  horses  for  delivery  pui'poses. 
Nowadays  all  doubt  has  vanished;  for  the 
motor  truck  has  demonstrated  its  remarkable 
powers.  Any  discussion  on  the  subject  now 
extends  to  the  reduction  of  costs  and  the 
further  speeding  up  of  service.  On  these 
phases  A.  V.  Norton  writes  a  spendid  article 
in  System,  saying,  in  part: 

The  effectiveness  of  the  motor  truck  is 
rightly  expressed  by  the  formula  speed  x 
load   =   work. 

Given  a  motor  truck  which  develops  four 
times  the  speed  of  a  horse  and  carrier  four 
times  the  load,  the  resulting  effectiveness  is 
sixteen  times  that  of  a  single  horse.  This 
figure  correctly  represents  the  possible  effec- 
tiveness of  the  average  five-ton  truck.  Where 
such  a  truck  is  used  day  and  night  this 
figure  is  multiplied  by  two,  and  cases  have 
been  reported  where  one  truck  has  done  the 
work  of  thirty-five  and  even  forty  horses. 

It  is  seldom,  however,  that  conditions  are 
found  where  a  truck  can  make  use  of  its 
maximum  speed  and  carry  its  maximum  load 
without  interruption.  Most  trucks  operate  at 
less  than  half  their  possible  effectiveness.  The 
problem  of  the  business  man,  therefore,  is: 
"How  can  I  keep  the  factors  of  speed  and  load 
as  near  to  capacity  as  possible?"  He  may  in 
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ness, and  still  declare  a  profit  from  the  opera- 
tion of  his  trucks. 

An  enterprising  contracting  concern  in 
Chicago  recently  made  a  striking  demonstra- 
tion of  the  effective  use  of  motor  trucks,  pro- 
perly handled,  under  supposedly  unfavorable 
conditions. 

A  contract  for  hauling  sand  and  gravel  to 
be  used  in  paving  Western  Avenue  was  held 
by  a  teaming  company.  This  company  had 
never  used  motor  trucks,  but  the  manager  was 
nevertheless  eager  to  find  out  whether  or  not 
they  would  prove  economical  for  work  of  that 
nature.  The  test  took  the  form  of  a  sub-con- 
tract to  the  contracting  concern  already  men- 
tioned. The  sub-contract  was  signed  at  forty 
cents  a  yard,  the  prevailing  rate  paid  to 
team  owners  for  hauls  of  a  mile  or  under. 
This  figure  needs  an   explanation. 

Loose  material,  such  as  sand  and  gravel, 
is  generally  brought  into  the  city  by  rail. 
The  cars  in  which  it  is  carried  vary  in  type. 
Some  have  hopper  bottoms,  some  have  tight 
bottoms,  and  some  have  drop  doors  extending 
the  length  of  the  car. 

With  a  pair  of  horses  hauling  two-yard 
dump  wagons,  loaded  by  the  driver  and  two 
shovelers,  the  cost,  figuring  a  speed  of  three 
miles  an  hour,  is  as  follows: 

Working  hours,  10. 

Round  trip,  1  mile. 

Loading  time,  15  minutes. 

Traveling  time,  20  minutes. 

Unloading  time,  5  minutes. 

Number  of  trips,  15. 

Number  of  miles,  15. 

Number  of  yards,  30. 

Rate  per  yard,  $0.40. 

Daily  gross  income,  $12. 

The  income  of  twelve  dollars  a  day  for  a 
two-horse  team,  one  driver  and  two  shovelers 
is  by  no  means  excessive.  For  teams  forty 
cents  a  yard  is  a  fair  price. 

In  view  of  the  possibility  of  cutting  costs, 
the  contracting  company  attacked  this  pro- 
blem with  considerable  relish.  The  proprie- 
tor of  the  concern  was  a  student  of  transpor- 
tation questions.  He  saw  at  once  that  the 
.  delay  in  loading  must  be  greatly  reduced. 

The  problem  of  unloading  loose  material 
from  freight  cars  had  resisted  the  adoption  of 
special  devices  on  account  of  the  fact  already 
mentioned  —  namely,  that  these  cars  vary 
greatly  in  design.  Moreover,  none  but  a  port- 
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able  device  would  do,  because  of  the  trouble 
and  expense  of  moving  heavy  apparatus  from 
one  car  to  another.    Objections  from  the  rail- 

:id  companies  might  also  be  expected. 

rhe  contracting  concern  devised  a  portable 
in  loader,  in  the  form  of  a  tip  bucket  mounted 
nil  struts  so  constructed  that  the  whole  frame 
could  be  raised  or  depressed  according  to  the 
height  of  the  material  being  unloaded.  These 
buckets  were  of  two-yard  capacity,  and  the 
frames  were  mounted  on  wheels.  One  of  these 
devices  was  stationed  at  each  end  of  the  car, 
the  buckets  being  tipped  toward  the  car  while 
it  was  being  loaded.  Two  good  shovelers  could 
•ill  one  of  these  buckets  in  about  sixteen  min- 
us.     Four   or   five   shovelers   were   used   in 

rh  car,  and  as  the  capacity  of  each  of  these 
.luckots  was  two  yards,  or  only  half  the  ca- 
pacity of  the  average  five-ton  dump  truck, 
both  buckets  were  filled  before  the  truck  came 
to  be  loaded.  The  truck  would  then  drive  up 
alongside,  the  first  bucket  would  be  tipped 
and  the  load  deposited  in  the  body.  The  truck 
would  then  move  ahead  a  few  yards  under  the 
second  bucket,  where  the  operation  would  be 
repeated.  The  whole  process  of  loading  the 
truck — exclusive  of  shoveling  into  the  buckets, 
which,  of  course,  was  done  while  the  truck 
was  busy  on  the  road  —  consumed  thirty 
seconds.  The  time  gained,  therefore,  was  30 
minutes  minus  30  seconds,  or  29%  minutes. 

By  the  use  of  two  five-ton  trucks  with  dump 
bodies  operated  by  the  motor,  and  with  the 
loading  device  described  above,  the  table  of 
average  operating  time  and  income  began  to 
look  far  different  from  that  which  recorded 
the  returns  of  teams  hauling  and  loading  by 
shovel. 

Working  hours,  10. 
Round  trip,  1  mile. 
Loading  time,  Vt  minute. 
Traveling  time,  6  minutes. 
Unloading  time,  5  minutes. 
N'umber  of  trips,  52.1. 
Number  of  miles,  52.1. 
Number  of  yards,  208.4. 
Rate  per  yard,  40  cents. 
Daily   gross   income,   $83.36. 

This  remarkable  work  was  not  accomplish- 

1.  however,  except  by  vigilant  planning.  Or, 
l)ut  it  rather  the  other  way:  diligent  planning 
was  used  to  gain  this  exceptional  result.  The 
fact  is,  with  such  enormous  quantities  of 
material  handled  daily,  minutes  were  golden. 

Earning  a  gross  income  of  $83.36  a  day  of 
ten  hours,  the  income  per  minute  was  13.89 
cents.  For  five  minutes,  it  was  69.45  for  ten 
minutes   $1,389. 

In  order  to  show  the  cost  of  lost  minutes 
this  concern  kept  a  record  of  the  various 
delays  and  their  causes.  The  following  table 
shows  the  delays  met  with  in  one  hour  of  an 
average  day's  run: 

ONE  HOUK. 

Held  up  by  traffic  (2  minutes) $   .278 

Held  up  by  trolley  car  (2  minutes) 278 

Driver   dismounted   to   loosen   tail-gate 

( 1  %    minutes)     208 

Loaded  by  shovel   at  another  yard  on 
special  trip,  yard  not  equipped  with 

loading  device  (9  minutes)  1.250 

Blockaded    at   dumping   point    (2   min- 
utes)      278 

Total  lost  time  16 V4  minutes $2,292 

The  income  of  the  average  two-horse  team 
auling   loose   material   from   the   car-side,   a 
I'lund  trip  distance  of  one  mile  at  40  cents 
1   yard,  was  $12,  $1.20  an  hour.     The  motor 
ruck,  effectively  used,  became   so  productive 
id  made  time  so  valuable  that  the  average 
ime  it  lost  every  hour  from  slight  and  un- 
avoidable delays  amounted  to  $2.29  per  hour, 
nearly     twice     the     hourly     income     of     the 
horse  team!   . 

The  cost  of  handling  and  moving  express 
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I  latively  cramped  quarters.  If  the  trucks  use 
are  compact,  room  can  be  saved;  if  speed; 
goods  can  be  handled  and  got  out  of  the  wa; 
without  being  stacked  up  in  the  aisles  an 
passage-ways. 
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on  an  increased  business  without  increasir 
this  area,  make  possible  an  important  ecom 
my.  In  addition,  there  is,  of  course,  tl 
economy  to  be  derived  from  operating  tl 
device  itself,  if  it  is  more  effective  than  formi 
methods. 

The  American  Express  Company  in  Bostc 
has  its  headquarters  at  the  North  Union  St 
tion.  The  floor  space  at  the  company's  di 
posal  is  large,  but  the  business  which  com 
in  over  the  nineteen  tracks  is  also  larg 
Moreover,  this  business  has  increased,  whi 
the  floor  area  has  not. 

Beginning  in  January,  1912,  up  to  Api 
of  that  year,  this  concern  bought  twelve  i 
dustrial  trucks.  In  June,  of  the  same  yes 
it  bought  two,  and  during  the  balance  of  19 
it  added  eight  more.  In  1913  it  added  sixtei 
more,  and  at  the  present  time  it  has  on  ord 
and  in  course  of  delivery  still  twelve  moi 
This  will  make  a  fleet  of  fifty  trucks  opera 
ing  under  one  roof. 

These  trucks  have  been  equipped  with  dro 
platform  bodies.  This  design  permits  of  t 
maximum  carrying  capacity  in  compact  for 
The  lowered  base  of  the  body  clears  the  flo 
by  only  a  few  inches.  Thus  heavy  articles  c 
be  slid  on  or  off  without  much  lifting.  T 
two  raised  ends  are  just  the  height  of  t 
baggage  car  floors,  so  that  articles  can  be  s 
from  the  car  without  being  lifted.  Side  boar 
are  provided,  which  can  be  attached  whene\ 
the  load  is  bulky. 

As  a  result  of  this  installation  great  ecor 
mies  have  been  effected.  It  has  been  fou 
that  one  of  these  trucks,  requiring  only  0 
man  to  operate,  does  the  work  of  two  and  01 
half  hand  trucks,  each  of  which  required  t 
men  to  handle  on  the  level,  and  often  four 
five  on  inclines.  With  the  considerable 
crease  in  express  business,  the  'labor  chai 
has  remained  practically  the  same,  while  1 
merchandising  has  been  handled  more  sal 
factorily.  The  trucks  carry  greater  lo! 
than  men  could  handle.  They  take  up  1 
room  per  ton  carried.  They  are  safer  beca; 
of  the  automatic  brakes  with  which  they_; 
equipped.  Because  of  solid  rubber  tires,  lil 
damage  is  done  to  fr-\gile  merchandise, 
the  labor  is  not  so  hard,  the  operator  can  g 
more  of  his  energy  to  handling  the  frei 
properly  and  thus  a  higher  grade  of  men  • 
be  obtained  for  the  week. 

The  trucks  operate  at  six  miles  an  h< 
They  steer  on  all  four  wheels,  and  are  c 
to  manoeuver  in  compact  places.  For  instai 
they  have  a  turning  radius  of  sixteen  f 
but  they  can  twine  in  and  out  between  p 
set  only  seven  feet  apart. 

Recharging  is  effectively  handled,  by  In 
ing  four  or  five  spare  batteries  constantly 
hand.      An    overhead    rail    extends    from 
battery    station    to    a    distance    out    in 
centre  of  the  charging  room.     From  this 
is  suspended  a  chain,  at  the  lower  end  of  wl 
is  a  U-shaped  shovel,  the  two  arms  of  wl 
point  in   a  horizontal   direction. 

The   battery .  of   one   of   these   trucks,   1 
structed    as   it   is   largely   of  lead   and   01 
weighty  material,  is  very  heavy.    To  hand 
by  man  power  would  be  dangerous.    With 
device,   however,   a   battery   may   be   rem< 
and  a  fresh  one  put  in  its  place  in  about 
minutes.     As   these  trucks  average  aboul| 
miles  every  48  hours,  which  is  just  about 
capacity  of  a  battery  charge,  they  can  ope 
47  hours  and  58  minutes  out  of  every  48 
A    certain    amount    of    express    has    1 
hauled  daily  to  the  South  Station — a  dis 
of  some  two  and  one-half  miles  across  the 
Instead   of  removing  this   merchandise 
the  industrial  trucks  and  packing  it  in 
regular  street  truck,  it  has  been  found 
ticable  to  run  one  of  these  industrial  t 
already  loaded,  directly  on  to  the  body  o 
street   truck,   and   transport  both   truck 
load  across  the  city.    The  wheels  of  the  i 
trial  trucks  are  locked  by  chains  to  p 


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any  possibility  of  their  breaking  loose  and 
rolling  off. 

A  double  economy  is  gained  by  this  proce- 
dure. Time  is  saved  at  the  North  Station  by 
eliminating  the  transfer  of  goods  from  the  in- 
dustrial to  the  street  truck.  The  same  is  true 
in  reverse  order  at  the  South  Station,  where 
otherwise  it  would  be  necessary  to  unload  the 
street  truck  and  pack  the  goods  a  second  time, 
this  time  on  a  second  industrial  truck  which 
would  have  to  be  requisitioned  at  that  point. 

While  the  economy  of  the  motor  truck  as  an 
effective  carrier  under  certain  conditions  is 
to-day  more  or  less  taken  for  granted,  the 
problem  of  applying  it  in  specific  instances  is 
often  perplexing.  From  the  point  of  view  of 
I'xpert  accounting  there  are  many  things  to 
figure  before  the  merchant  can  conclude 
whether  trucks  will  cut  his  delivery  costs,  and 
how  much.  Using  horses  and  wagons,  he  has 
to  consider  such  expense  items  as  feed,  stable 
rent,  horse-shoeing,  harness  repair,  driver's 
pay,  wagon  repair,  veterinary  service,  insur- 
ance, interest,  depreciation.  Against  the 
motor  truck  must  be  charged  gasoline,  oil, 
urease,  storage,  repairs,  tires,  interest,  de- 
preciation, driver's  pay  and  the  like. 

"I  have  a  simple  way  of  deciding,"  says  a 
successful  wholesale  and  retail  provision  mer- 
chant in  a  Massachusetts  city  of  about  eighty 
thousand.  "Feed  and  rent  vary  in  different 
places.  I  have  seen  several  tables  in  which 
horse  and  motor  expense  have  been  compared, 
and  each  of  these  tables  tells  a  different  story. 
I  am  convinced  at  the  start  that  the  motor 
truck  can  cut  delivery  costs  if  it  can  be  kept 
busy.  The  question  that  I  am  most  interested 
in,  therefore,  is  this:  Con  /  keep  trucks  busy 
in  my  business?  After  I  have  decided  that 
question  there  will  be  time  to  go  into  the  ac- 
counting side  of  it. 

"So  I  have  devised  what  I  call  my  'yard- 
stick.' "  adds  the  merchant — who,  for  con- 
venience, we  may  call  Henderson.  "This 
yardstick  is  equipped  with  slides,  of  five  dif- 
ferent colors — I  suppose  tacks  would  do  just 
as  well — and  each  slide  represents  five  min- 
utes. Each  brown  slide  representes  five  min- 
utes spent  in  loading,  each  white  slide  five 
minutes  in  traveling  at  full  speed,  each  gray 
slide  five  minutes  at  half  or  reduced  speed, 
each  green  slide  five  minutes  in  unloading, 
each  black  slide  any  other  delay.  Notice  these 
slides  represent  time  and  not  distance.  This 
is  for  simplicity.  Where  distance  is  involved 
I  can  calculate  it,  because  I  know  the  speed 
of  the  truck. 

"I  drew  out  each  delivery  route  in  a  straight 
line.  Laying  my  yardstick  beside  it,  I  mea- 
sured it  in  units  of  time  consumed.  I  got  some 
mighty  interesting  results. 

"Route  A,  for  instance,  caused  me  a  lot  of 
'lisappointment.  Here  was  a  trip  involving 
a  fairly  long  haul,  and  yet  the  white  spaces, 
the  'open  running,'  showed  only  a  bare  25  per 
cent,  of  the  trip.  Because  of  the  character  of 
this  load  an  excessive  amount  of  time  was 
spent  unloading.  Only  four  stops  were  made, 
yet  they  consumed  65  per  cent,  of  the  time. 
Several  possibilities  suggested  themselves  to 
me.  First,  by  the  use  of  a  demountable  body 
I  could  cut  the  loading  time  down  to  one  per 
cent.  This  would  have  been  a  saving  of  only 
nine  per  cent.,  and  might  not  have  warranted 
the  investment  in  the  extra  body.  Moreover, 
the  saving  of  nine  per  cent,  might  be  repre- 
sented by  an  increase  of  only  three  or  four 
per  cent,  in  the  actual  running  time. 

"A  second  possibility  was  the  use  of  a 
trailer.  With  the  trailer  I  could  hitch  up 
after  the  loading  was  all  completed  and  speed 
out  to  my  first  stopping  place.  What  should 
I  do  then?  If  I  sent  the  truck  back,  how 
should  I  move  my  load  to  the  second  stopping 
place?  The  distance  between  stops  was  very 
short,  but,  however  short,  the  vehicle  could 
not  be  moved  by  hand.  I  would  either  have  to 
make  a  second  trip  with  the  truck — in  fact, 
three  or  four  trips,  which  would  be  out  of  the 
question — or  else  leave  the  truck  there,  in 
which  case  I  would  be  in  the  same  position  as 
if  I  used  a  truck  alone. 

"A  third  possibility  suggested  itself.  Why 
not  station  a  horse  at  the  first  delivery  point, 
to  take  up  the  work  of  moving  the  load  on  to 
the  three  remaining  stops?  I  found  this 
would  not  pay,  as,  in  addition  to  the  motor 
service,  it  would  be  tying  up  a  horse  all  day. 
and  it  would  have  been  expensive  to  maintain 
a  horse  so  far  away  from  my  stable  base. 


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"A  fourth  possibility  was  to  add  another 
helper  to  the  crew  of  the  truck,  and  thus  cut 
down  the  delivery  time.  However,  that  would 
add  an  extra  item  of  labor,  the  expenes  of 
which  would  very  nearly  equal  the  saving  in 
time.  How  I  solved  the  problem  will  appear 
later. 

"Route  B  showed  up  like  a  winner  from  the 
start.  My  partner  had  always  told  me  this 
route  would  not  do  for  a  truck,  because  there 
were  so  many  stops  on  it.  My  analysis,  how- 
ever, showed  that  these  stops,  although  num- 
erous, were  of  short  duration,  averaging  two 
and  one-half  minutes  each,  and  the  distance 
between  was  considerable,  giving  the  truck 
plenty  of  opportunity  to  show  its  heels.  The 
white  spaces,  representing  open  running, 
showed  up  strong.  In  fact,  75  per  cent,  of  the 
time  the  truck  was  making  its  twelve  miles 
an  hour.  I  put  this  route  down  for  a  truck 
at  once. 

"Route  C  was  of  quite  another  character. 
Although  the  time  spent  in  loading  was  not 
excessive,  and  the  stops  were  of  as  short  dura- 
tion as  in  Route  A,  these  stops  were  very 
close  together.  Thus,  the  total  time  spent  at 
stops  bore  a  high  proportion  to  the  time  spent 
running.  Moreover,  the  actual  running  time 
showed  up  a  muddy  gray  on  my  yardstick. 
The  truck,  when  running,  was  averaging  only 
five  or  six  miles  an  hour.  This  was  due  to 
two  factors:  first,  the  route  lay  through  a  con- 
gested part  of  the  city;  and  second,  the  dis- 
tance between  stops  was  so  short  that  the 
truck  hardly  had  time  to  get  up  speed  before 
it  had  to  slow  down  again.  Old  Dobbin  has 
his  route  to  this  day,  and  I  do  not  see  any 
way  of  ever  making  profitable  use  of  a  truck 
on  it. 

"Route  D  is  one  of  my  pets.  When  I  first 
laid  my  yardstick  on  this  route  the  'white 
spaces'  showed  only  a  scant  32  per  cent.  The 
indication,  of  course,  was  that  here  was  an- 
other good  place  to  stick  to  the  hor^e.  This 
route  was  peculiar  in  that  the  first  stop  con- 
sumed nearly  25  per  cent,  of  the  time.  This 
stop  was  at  a  large  apartment  block  and  was 
about  half  a  mile  out  from  the  store.  Fol- 
lowing this  stop  the  route  took  on  the  general 
character  of  Route  B  —  that  is,  there  were 
several  stops  but  they  were  short  and  separ- 
ated by  a  lot  of  open  running. 

"A  happy  thought  came  to  me:  I  would 
eliminate  the  first  stop  altogether  from  the 
route.  As  this  stop  was  such  a  short  dis- 
tance from  the  store,  a  horse  could  make  it 
economically,  and  certainly  could  much  better 
afford  to  stand  around  half  the  morning  than 
my  high-priced  motor  truck.  Route  D,  as  al- 
tered, is  now  as  huge  a  success  by  motor  truck 
as  Route  B — which  it  now  resembles — and  the 
time  gained  by  eliminating  this  big  first  stop 
has  been  used  to  good  advantage  by  extending 
the  radius  several  miles  and  bringing  in  new 
business. 

"Route  E  is  another  disappointment.  It  is 
very  much  like  Route  D  which  I  have  just  dis- 
cussed; it  is  ruined  by  one  long  delay.  You 
will  probably  say  at  once,  'Why  not  eliminate 
this  delay  and  turn  it  over  to  the  horse,  as 
in  D?'  There  happens  to  be  a  very  good  rea- 
son why  this  cannot  be  done.  This  delay  oc- 
curs near  the  end  of  the  route,  and  is  a  long 
way  from  the  store.  In  other  words,  to  turn 
it  over  to  the  horse  would  involve  a  long  haul, 
a  condition  which  is  practically  always  un- 
favorable to  the  horse.  In  D  it  Was  just  the 
other  way.  The  big  delay  occurred  only  five 
blocks  from  the  store.  A  horse  was  able  to 
reach  it  in  ten  minutes. 

"I  have,  however,  speeded  up  the  work  of 
loading  and  have  cut  down  the  time  of  delivery 
so  that  the  white  spaces  show  an  even  fifty  per 
cent.  Under  such  conditions  I  find  a  truck 
profitable,  although  not  so  profitable  as  in 
Routes   B   and  D. 

"Route  F  is  another  one  of  my  favorites. 
The  yardstick  at  first  showed  this  trip  to 
be  one  of  the  worst  of  the  lot.  While  there 
was  a  clear  haul  of  several  miles,  a  large 
amount  of  time  was  spent  in  loading  and  still 
more  time  in  delivering.  The  delivery  was 
made  to  two  places,  one  taking  seven-eighths 
of  the  load  and  a  dealer  half  a  mile  farther 
on  the  balance. 

"There  were  two  delays  to  be  eliminated. 
The  first  was  the  one  of  loading.  This  could 
be  reduced  to  almost  nothing  by  using  a 
demountable  body  or  a  trailer.  The  second 
delay,  that  of  delivering,  could  be  solved  only 
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Where  Germany 
Lost  Her  Victory 

A  New  Teutonic  View  of  the  "Strategic 
Retreat  at  the  Marne." 


TpROM  a  brilliant  essay  by  Prof.  Dr.  Fried- 
ich  Meinecke,  which  escaped  the  censors 
and  found  its  way  into  the  Frankfurter  Zei- 
tung,  the  Literary  Digest  quotes  the  follow- 
ing extract.  The  professor  advances  the  un- 
usual Teutonic  view  that  the  "strategic  re- 
treat" at  the  Marne,  and  the  failure  to  take 
Verdun  must  be  counted  as  German  defeats. 
He  writes: 

"Our  first  object  was  to  overthrow  France 
rai>idly,  and  to  compel  her  to  make  peace.  As 
it  was  our  interest  rapidly  to  reduce  the  num- 
ber of  our  enemies,  this  peace  would  probably 
have  been  very  lenient  for  France.  If  we 
succeeded,  we  could  then  turn  quickly,  carry 
out  the  same  military  idea  against  Russia  also, 
with  the  best  prospect  of  success,  and  then, 
under  favorable  conditions,  conclude  the  final 
peace  with  England,  who  would  have  been  dis- 
armed on  the  continent.  This  peace,  also, 
like  the  first  peace  concluded  with  France, 
would  have  had  to  assume  in  high  degree  the 
character  of  a  compromise,  since  we  could  not 
hope  to  overthrow  England's  naval  suprem- 
acy. 

"This  whole  programme,  brilliantly  begun, 
collapsed  at  the  gates  of  Paris  in  the  Battle  of 
the  Marne,  This  battle  was  not  a  tactical 
victory,  but  it  was  a  great  strategical  success 
for  the  French.  Perhaps  our  programme 
would  not  have  collapsed  if  we  had  carried 
through  our  original  strategical  idea  with 
perfect  strictness,  keeping  our  main  forces 
firmly  together,  and,  for  the  time,  abandon- 
ing East  Prussia." 

Professor  Meinecke  says  that  the  Battle 
of  the  Somme  has  led  to  the  ^conviction  in 
Germany  that  it  is  no  longer  possible  for 
either  side  to  arrive  at  a  military  decision  "in 
the  full  peace-compelling  sense,"  and  that 
Germany's  offer  of  peace  arises  from  "the  idea 
that  the  sacrifices  demanded  by  the  continua- 
tion of  the  war  no  longer  bear  any  relation 
to  the  military  results  which  can  still  be 
expected,  and  that  it  is  statesmanlike,  intelli 
gent,  and  wise  to  abandon  the  intention  of 
destruction,  which  after  all  does  not  lead  to 
destruction,  and  to  seek  a  reasonable  com- 
promise." 


THE   TWO    VON    MOLTKES. 

In  tlie  Dcconiber  issue  of  MacLean's  an 
article,  from  The  Literary  Digest,  appeared  In 
the  Uevlew  of  Hoviews  Department,  in  wnich 
ilio  statement  was  made  that  Lieut. -Gen.  Uel- 
iiiutli  von  Moltke,  of  the  German  army,  was  a 
c.'Uristlau  Scientist.  In  reference  to  this,  G.  I!. 
i.Dwc,   Ottawa,   writes   as   follows: 

"This  has  come  presumably  from  some  press 
reports  in  which  he  was  mistaken  for  Count 
llelmuth  von  MoltUt,  who  is  a  Christian 
Scientist.  The  former  af  these  gentlemen  was 
an  uncle  of  the  latter,  and  both  of  them  were 
j^iveu  the  same  name  as  their  famous  relative, 
ihe  Field  Marshal  who  gained  renown  in  the 
i'ranco-Prussian   War. 

"U  is  true  that  the  Germanic  'mysticism  of 
the  State'  Is  opposed  to  the  spiritual  freedom 
ind  Individuality  which  Christian  Science  In- 
culcates, but  notwithstanding  the  disadvantages 
of  Government  rcRulations  barring  all  but 
members  of  the  State  Church  or  of  the  Roman 
Catholic  Churcli  from  positions  in  the  Civil 
Service,   Christian   Science  has  a   foothold." 


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Suggests  Outline  of  Rules  and  Rights  To 

Be  Established  by  a  Tribunal  of 

Civilized   Powers. 


T  N  SUBMITTING  through  the  Outlook  a 
•*•  plan  for  a  world  league  for  peace,  Theo- 
dore Roosevelt  admits  that  no  man  can  ven- 
ture to  state  the  exact  details  that  should  be 
followed,  but  he  believes  that  the  following 
system  would  prove  entirely  workable  if  na- 
tions entered  into  it,  with  good  faith,  and  if 
they  treated  their  obligations  under  it  in 
the  spirit  in  which  the  United  States  treated 
its  obligations  as  regards  the  independence  of 
Cuba,  giving  good  government  to  the  Philip- 
pines, and  building  the  Panama  Canal;  the 
same  spirit  in  which  England  acted  when  the 
neutrality  of  Belgium  was  violated: 

All  the  civilized  Powers  which  are  able  and 
willing  to  furnish  and  to  use  force  when  force 
is  requji-ed  to  back  up  righteousness — and 
only  the  civilized  Powers  who  possess  virile 
manliness  of  character  and  the  willingness  to 
accept  risk  and  labor  when  necessary  to  the 
performance  of  duty  are  entitled  to  be  con- 
sidered in  this  matter — should  join  to  create 
an  international  tribunal  and  to  provide  rules 
in  accordance  with  which  that  tribunal  should 
act.  These  rules  would  have  to  accept  the 
status  quo  at  some  given  period;  for  the  en- 
deavor to  redress  all  historical  wrongs  would 
throw  us  back  into  chaos.  They  would  lay 
down  the  rule  that  the  territorial  integrity  of 
each  nation  was  inviolate;  that  it  was  to  be 
guaranteed  absolutely  its  sovereign  rights  in 
certain  particulars,  including,  for  instance, 
the  right  to  decide  the  terms  on  which  immi- 
grants should  be  admitted  to  its  borders  for 
purposes  of  residence,  citizenship,  or  business; 
in  short,  all  its  rights  in  matters  affecting  its 
honor  and  vital  interest.  Each  nation  should 
be  guaranteed  against  having  any  of  these 
specified  rights  infringed  upon.  They  would 
not  be  made  arbitrable,  any  more  than  an  in- 
dividual's right  to  life  and  limb  is  made  arbi- 
trable; they  would  be  mutually  guaranteed. 
All  other  matters  that  could  arise  between 
these  nations  should  be  settled  by  the  inter- 
national court.  The  judges  should  act,  not  as 
national  representatives,  but  purely  as  judges, 
and  in  any  given  case  it  would  probably  be 
well  to  choose  them  by  lot,  excluding,  of 
course,  the  representatives  of  the  Powers 
whose  interests  were  concerned.  Then,  and 
most  important,  the  nations  should  severally 
guarantee  to  use  their  entire  military  force, 
if  necessary,  against  any  nation  which  defied 
the  decrees  of  the  tribunal  or  which  violated 
any  of  the  rights  which  in  the  rules  it  was 
expressly  stipulated  should  be  reserved  to  the 
several  nations,  the  rights  to  their  territorial 
integrity  and  the  like.  Under  such  conditions 
— to  make  matters  concrete — Belgium  would 
be  safe  from  any  attack  such  as  that  made  by 
Germany,  and  Germsfny  would  be  relieved 
from  the  haunting  fear  its  people  now  have 
lest  the  Russians  and  the  French,  backed  by 
other  nations,  smash  the  Empire  and  its 
people. 

In  addition  to  the  contracting  Powers  a 
certain  number  of  outside  nations  should  be 
named  as  entitled  to  the  benefits  of  the  court. 
These  nations  should  be  chosen  from  those 
which  are  as  civilized  and  well  behaved  as  the 
great  contracting  nations,  but  which,  for  some 
reason  or  other,  are  unwilling  or  unable  to 
guarantee  to  help  execute  the  decrees  of  the 
court  by  force.  They  would  have  no  right  to 
take  part  in  the  nomination  of  judges,  for 
no  other  people  are  entitled  to  do  anything 
toward  establishing  a  court  unless  they  are 
able  and  willing  to  face  the  risk,  labor,  and 
self-sacrifice  necessary  in  order  to  put  police 
power  behind  the  court.  But  they  would  be 
treated  with  exact  justice,  and  in  the  event 
of  any  one  of  the  great  contracting  Powers 


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69 


having  trouble  with  one  of  them  they  would 
be  entitled  to  go  into  court,  have  a  decision 
rendered,  and  see  the  decision  supported,  pre- 
cisely as  in  the  case  of  a  dispute  between  any 
two  of  the  great  contracting  Powers  them- 
selves. 

No  Power  should  be  admitted  into  the  first 
circle,  that  of  the  contracting  Powers,  unless 
it  is  civilized,  well  behaved,  and  able  to  do  its 
part  in  enforcing  the  decrees  of  the  court. 
China,  for  instance,  could  not  be  admitted,  nor 
could  Turkey,  although  for  dilTerent  reasons; 
whereas  such  nations  as  Germany,  France, 
England,  Italy,  Russia,  the  United  States, 
.Japan,  Brazil,  the  Argentine,  Chile,  Uruguay, 
Switzerland,  Holland,  Sweden,  Norway,  Den- 
mark, and  Belgium  would  all  be  entitled  to  go 
in.  If  China  continues  to  behave  as  well  as 
it  has  during  the  last  few  years,  it  might  soon 
go  into  the  second  line  of  Powers,  which 
would  be  entitled  to  the  benefits  of  the  court, 
although  not  entitled  to  send  judges  to  it. 
Mexico  would,  of  course,  not  be  entitled  to 
admission  at  present  into  either  circle.  At 
present  every  European  Power,  with  the  ex- 
ception of  Turkey,  would  be  so  entitled;  but 
sixty  years  ago  the  Kingdom  of  Naples,  for 
instance,  would  not  have  been  entitled  to  come 
in,  and  there  are  various  South  American 
communities  which  at  the  present  time  would 
not  be  entitled  to  come  in;  and,  of  course, 
this  would  at  present  be  true  of  most  inde- 
pendent Asiatic  states  and  of  all  independent 
African  states.  The  council  should  have 
power  to  exclude  any  nation  which  completely 
fell  from  civilization,  as  Mexico,  partly  with 
the  able  assistance  of  President  Wilson's 
administration,  has  fallen  during  the  past 
few  years.  There  are  various  South  and 
Central  American  states  which  have  never 
been  entitled  to  the  consideration  as  civilized, 
orderly,  self-respecting  powers  which  would 
entitle  them  to  be  treated  on  terms  of  equality 
in  the  fashion  indicated.  As  regards  these 
disorderly  and  weak  outsiders,  it  might  well 
be  that  after  a  while  some  method  would  be 
devised  to  deal  with  them  by  common  agree- 
ment of  the  civilized  Powers;  but  until  this 
was  devised  and  put  into  execution,  they 
would  have  to  be  left  as  at  present. 


Germany  and  South 
America 

A   Brazilian   View  of  the  Pangermanist 
Dream  of  Conquest. 


TpVEN  after  two  years  and  six  months  of 
•*--'  war,  -we  find  ourselves  still  but  poorly 
acquainted  with  the  German  designs  for  uni- 
versal conquest.  Her  plans  for  conquest  in 
South  America,  and  her  scheme  for  settle- 
ment in  that  continent  at  the  expense  of 
South  American  Republics  is  another  evidence 
of  Pangermanism  which  is  the  real  cause  of 
the  war.  In  a  recent  article  in  the  Nineteenth 
Century  we  have  an  interesting  glimpse  of  the 
Brazilian  view  of  the  situation. 

"The  conquest  of  South  America  by  Ger- 
many," says  the  writer,  "was  certainly  a 
most  ambitious  dream  of  William  the  Second. 
After  having  annihilated  France  and  Russia, 
and  established  German  hegemony  over  Aus- 
tria-Hungary, the  Balkans,  Turkey,  Egypt, 
and  Persia;  after  having  seized  in  the  West, 
Holland,  Belgium,  and  Switzerland,  and  the 
North  of  France,  starting  from  a  line  drawn 
from  Belfort  to  Calais;  and,  in  the  East,  the 
Baltic  Provinces,  Russian  Poland,  the  Govern- 
ments of  Kovno,  Grodno,  and  Vilna,  the  Ger- 
man Empire  would  indicate  within  her  fron- 
tiers 4,015,000  square  kilometres,  and  204,- 
000,000  inhabitants,  so  that  she  could  raise 
an  army  of  twenty  millions  or  twenty-eight 
millions  according  to  whether  she  raised 
soldiers  at  the  rate  of  10  per  cent,  or  14  per 
cent,  of  the  whole  population.  Who  would 
be  able  under  these  conditions  to  resist  her? 
On  the  other  hand,  having  confiscated  the 
French  Fleet  and  disposed  of  all  the  resources 
of  the  conquered  countries,  she  could  quickly 


The 

Good 

Things 

Some 

Boys 

Get 

In  homes  that 
serve  Puffed  Wheat 
and  Rice,  boys  carry 
the  grains  at  play. 

Sometimes  they  are  simply  salted — sometimes  doused  with 
melted  butter.  And  these  bubble-like  grains,  toasted,  flavory,  crisp 
and  flaky,  form  real  food  confections. 

Those  Boys  Say  This : 

Bo3's  with  Puffed  Grains  always  treat  other  boys.  And  they  say  some- 
thing like  this: 

"Why,  we  have  Puffed  Grains  every  day  in  our  house.  I  get  a  dish 
every  morning. 

"I  get  them  sometimes  for  supper,  in  a  bowl  of  milk.  Sister  uses  them 
in  candy  making.     And  I  get  them  like  this  after  school. 

"Sometimes  it  is  Puffed  Wheat,  sometimes  Puffed  Eice.  But  one  is 
as  good  as  another. ' ' 


Children   who   get   Puffed   Grains   talk  about   them.     And   children   who 
don't,  envy  the  rest. 

For  these  are  the  foods  that  taste  like  nuts.     That  are  airy  and   thin 
and  flimsy.     And  that  seem  like  confections  served  by  the  dishful. 

Children  who  don't  get  Puffed  Grains  get  nothing  else  that's  like  them. 
There  is  no  other  way  to  make  whole  grains  into  such  inviting  morsels. 


Puffed 
Wheat 


Puffed 
Rice 


Each  15c   Except  in  Far  West 


The  purpose  of  pufGng,  by  Prof.  Anderson's  process,  is  to  make  whole 
grains  wholly  digestible.  By  terrific  heat  and  shooting  from  guns,  every 
food  cell  is  exploded. 

What  cooking  does  in  a  partial  way,  this  process  does  completely.  Thus 
every  element  is  made  available,  and  every  atom  feeds. 

People  need  whole-grain  foods.  But  they  need  them  so  the  whole  grain 
will  digest.  Puffed  Wheat  and  Rice  supply  them.  So  every  dainty  tidbit 
forms  a  perfect  food.     Let  children  cat  all  they  will. 

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build  a  powerful  fleet  superior  to  that  of  the 
British  Empire.  Who  could  then  resist  her 
on  the  sea  ?  The  world  would  then  be  at  her 
mercy.  Germany  would  only  have  to  stretch 
out  her  hand  to  take  possession  of  that  which 
she  coveted.  She  would  then  proceed  to  found 
in  South  America  a  German  Colony  destined 
to  rival  the  great  Anglo-Saxon  power  of  the 
North." 

Quoting  from  Prof.  Tannenberg,  thp 
article  states  that  German  South  America 
will  procure  for  Germany  in  the  temperate 
zone  a  territory  for  colonisation  where  emi- 
grants will  be  able  to  settle  as  agriculturists. 
Chili  and  Argentina  will  keep  their  language 
and  autonomy,  but  the  teaching  of  German 
as  a  second  language  should  be  enforced  in 
the  schools.  Southern  Brazil,  Paraguay  and 
Uruguay  would  be  the  countries  for  German 
culture,  and  German  should  be  there  the  na- 
tional language. 

Of  all  the  South  American  countries,  that 
which  has  the  greatest  number  of  Germans  is 
Brazil.  Their  number  is  estimated  at  450,000. 
This  number  is  relatively  small;  however,  it 
should  not  by  any  means  serve  as  an  argu- 
ment to  those  who  deny  the  German  danger. 
The  peril,  as  I  have  shown  with  abundant  and 
explicit  quotations,  arises  from  the  ambitions 
of  the  German  Government  more  than  from 
the  German  colonists,  whose  numbers  are 
small  compared  with  the  27,000,000  inhabi- 
tants of  the  Brazilian  nation. 

However,  if  the  Brazilian  Government  is 
not  more  active  in  the  future  than  it  has  been 
in  the  past  in  the  work  of  nationalization,  this 
refractory  population  may  form  in  a  few- 
years,  by  its  rapid  increase,  a  State  with  as- 
pirations for  independence.  This  peril  can 
only  be  averted  by  the  vigilance  of  the  Bra- 
zilian Government. 

To  allow  the  Germans  to  colonize  in  gjreat 
numbers  in  the  South,  where  the  Brazilian 
population  is  scarce,  and  to  form  groups 
where  the  German  element  predominates,  was 
grave  negligence.  The  evil  is  not  irreparable 
If  energetic  steps  are  taken  to  mitigate  it 
forthwith. 

Since  the  beginning  of  the  war  says  th<? 
correspondent,  I  have  often  happened  to  meet 
people  who  believed  that  the  feeling  of  the 
South  American  was  in  sympathy  with  the 
Germans,  and  that  because  they  had  vaguely 
heard  of  the  influence  of  Germans  in  South 
America.  The  contrary  is  the  truth.  It  is 
certain  that  there  are  still  some  German- 
ophiles  in  South  America,  but  their  numbers, 
already  very  small,  diminish  from  day  to  day. 
The  behaviour  of  the  Germans  in  this  war 
has  caused  great  indignation  in  all  the  Re- 
publics of  South  America.  This  is  natural 
when  one  thinks  that  South  America  is  Span- 
ish and  Portuguese  by  origin  and  tradition, 
and  has  become  French  by  culture.  French 
writers  have  had  a  considerable  influence  at 
all  times.  The  writers  from  the  "Encyclo- 
pedie,"  Voltaire,  Rousseau,  Raynal,  Condorcet, 
conveyed  political  thought  to  South  American 
nolitieians.  L'Esprit  des  Lois  of  Montesquieu 
is,  in  certain  of  the  American  Republics,  a 
species  of  political  Bible.  The  contemporary 
French  writers  are  immensely  appreciated. 
Most  of  the  scientific  books  for  the  universi- 
ties and  for  private  circulation  come  from 
France.  It  has  been  said  that  Paris  is  the 
intellectual  capital  of  South  Americans,  and 
hat  is  very  true.  To  the  Influence  of  French 
thought  is  "added  the  influence  of  North  Amer- 
ican politics;  the  first  Constitutions  of  South 
America  show  this  double  influence.  As  for 
England,  although  less  known  than  Prance, 
whose  literature  and  ideas  are  more  easily 
assimilated,  she  has  in  South  America  great 
financial  and  commercial  prestige.  Every- 
whei-e  to-day  South  Americans  practise  Eng- 
lish sports.  English  is  taught  in  most  of  the 
schools,  and  more  than  one  Brazilian  writer 
has  asked  that  education  should  be  organized 
on  the  principle  of  English  schools,  whose 
principal  aim  is  to  make  men.  The  English 
race  is  admired  for  its  qualities  of  enterprise 
and  energy,  although  severa*  traits  of  English 
character  are  not  generally  understood  in 
South  America. 

German   influence   is  more   recent,  but   lat- 
terly her  prestige  had  much  increased.     Re- 
ferring to  the  United  States  of  America,  M.  . 
Cheradame  has  written:  "Before  the  war,  for 
different   reasons,   the    Allied    countries    were 


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not  held  in  such  high  esteem  in  the  United 
States  of  America  as  Germany,  whose  in- 
tense commercial  and  industrial  activity  had 
won  for  her  a  very  great  prestige."  This 
could  be  applied  to  South  America  in  a  certain 
measure.  "However,  since  the  commence- 
ment of  hostilities,  opinion  is  shown  to  be 
growing  against.  Germany.  Peru  and  Chili 
avoid  more  and  more  the  German  Empire. 
In  Argentina  the  pro-Allies  movement  is  also 
growing  rapidly.  But  it  is  especially  in  Bra- 
zil, whose  southern  part  is  coveted  by  the 
Germans,  that  the  evolution  of  ideas  is  par- 
ticularly interesting  to  trace." 

At  Rio  de  Janeiro,  since  the  beginning  of 
hostilities,  there  has  been  formed  an  influen- 
tial pro-Allies  League,  organized  by  the  most 
di.atinguished  literary  men  in  Brazil.  This 
League  is  particularly  active. 

In  a  recent  conference,  Senhor  R.  Barbosa 
expressed  the  unanimous  feeling  of  the  league 
when  he  declared  that  the  United  States  had 
given  a  fatal  blow  to  their  glory  and  to  their 
destiny,  in  not  protesting  against  the  invasion 
of  Belgium  and  the  methodical  and  radical 
laceration  of  the  Hague  Convention.  "They 
have  lost  a  unique  opportunity,"  he  said,  "of 
securing  the  first  rank  among  nations,  and  of 
being  arbiters  for  restoration  of  peace."  We 
shall  regret  one  day  having  given  to  the  word 
"neutrality"  .such  an  absurd  interpretation. 
The  smallest  State  could  give  the  example.  It 
was  not  the  want  of  being  great,  like  the 
United  States,  that  prevented  us  taking  such 
an  initiative.  Brazil  should  have  been  able  to 
take  it  without  presumption  or  risk.  I  should 
like  to  see  our  well-loved  country  assume  this 
honor,  which  has  been  declined  by  other 
stronger   Governments. 


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O  INGE  labor  conditions  have  forced  em- 
^  ployers  to  put  women  and  girls  to  work 
at  tasks  formerly  closed  to  them,  and  which 
it  would  never  have  been  suggested  in  ordin- 
ary times  they  were  capable  of  performing, 
new  facts  have  come  to  light  regarding  the 
efficiency  of  women's  work  in  the  industries. 
A  leading  automobile  manufacturer  who  has 
entrusted  to  women  the  task  of  assembling, 
of  all  wiring,  primer  systems  and  switch  ap- 
paratus, the  inspection  of  pistons  and  all 
other  small  parts,  and  the  operation  of  drill 
presses  and  other  light  metal  working  ma- 
chines, declares  with  practically  all  other 
manufacturers  who  have  been  obliged  to  em- 
ploy women  for  men's  work,  that  he  would 
not  willingly  return  to  the  old  regime. 

This  is  not  due  to  direct  financial  consid- 
erations, as  is  so  often  the  case  where  women 
replace  men  in  clerical  work,  for  in  this 
instance,  at  least,  the  women  are  paid  the 
same  wages  or  piece  rates  as  were  the  men. 
The  statement  is  made  without  reserve,  that 
for  all  manner  of  skilled  labor  requiring  close 
application,  great  accuracy  and  considerable 
manual  ability,  but  no  extreme  physical 
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We  are  not  psychologists,  and  do  not  pre- 
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old  system  of  stricter  individual  accounta- 
bility to  the  employer.  But  tlie  importance 
of  this  factor  would  depend  upon  the  pro- 
portion of  such  workers,  and  consideration  of 
this  point  would  promptly  lead  us  back  to  the 
initial  statement  of  this  paragraph. 

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ference in  favor  of  woman  is  due  to  tiie 
novelty  of  her  new  employments,  and  that  in 
time  she  will  wear  down  to  the  level  of  the 
men.  Time  alone  can  tell  this.  It  is  suggested, 
on  the  other  hand,  that  woman  is  actually  an 
inherently  better  worker  than  man.  An  even 
stronger  probability  is  that  she  is  a  more  con- 
scientious one.  We  know  of  an  errand  girl, 
hired  because  boys  were  not  to  be  had,  who 
covers  regularly  in  less  than  an  hour  a  route 
from  which  her  boy  predecessors  seldom  if 
ever  returned  in  less  than  two  hoiirs.  In  this 
particular  case,  if  the  novelty  element  were  to 
enter  at  all  it  would  seem  that  it  should  make 
for  reduced  efficiency  through  greater  interest 
in  the  sight-seeing  aspect  of  the  job. 

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tions the  strength  factor  in  which  the  male 
excels,  substituting  therefor  the  skill  factor 
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toward  an  unparalleled  economic  upheaval. 
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able  only  to  compete  with  man  on  an  equal 
basis  in  a  large  number  of  occupations  form- 
erly closed  to  her,  the  effect  will  be  funda- 
mental. The  working  out  of  the  entire  situa- 
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San  Francisco 

ORGANIZED  a  year  and  a  half  ago,  the 
Canadian  Club  of  San  Francisco  has 
prospered  and  grown  to  a  membership  of  two 
hundred  and  fifty  active  men  engaged  in 
various  lines  of  business  in  the  city. 

The  club  idea  among  members  of  the  local 
Canadian  colony  is  traced  back  to  1902.  At 
that  time  a  number  of  young  Canadians  or- 
ganized a  lacrosse  association  for  the  pur- 
pose of  introducing  Canada's  national  game 
into  California  in  the  hope  of  having  various 
athletic  clubs  and  colleges  of  the  State  take 
up  the  pastime  and  develop  expert  players. 

The  efforts  of  the  leaders  were  rewarded 
by  the  organization  of  several  teams,  and  for 
several  years  a  regular  schedule  was  main- 
tained. Two  premier  teams  of  Canada,  the 
Shamrocks  of  Montreal  and  a  Vancouver  team 
visited  San  Francisco  at  the  invitation  of  the 
local  colony  and  a  series  of  games  was  played 
with  the  California  teams. 

Eventually,  however,  the  teams  disbanded, 
but  the  relationships  created  were  maintained 
and  it  was  in  this  need  for  a  medium  of  bring- 
ing local  Canadians  together  that  the  club 
idea  had  its  inception.  This  was  particularly 
manifested  in  July,  1915,  when  Canadian 
newspapers  were  starting  funds  to  provide 
tobacco  for  Canadian  soldiers  fighting  in 
France. 

There  were  a  number  of  local  Canadians 
who  felt  a  desire  to  participate  in  this  move- 
ment, but  the  lack  of  a  medium  of  communi- 
cation with  other  members  of  the  colony 
around  the  bay  prevented  any  concerted  move- 
ment until  several  of  the  more  ambitious  be- 
gan a  well-defined  campaign  for  the  organi- 
zation  of  a  social  club. 

The  rooms  are  furnished  in  the  best  of  club 
taste  and  breathe  a  distinctive  Canadian  at- 
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affairs  and  keep  alive  the  memories  of  the 
land  of  the  maple  leaf.  The  club  also  ex- 
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with  the  intention  of  making  this  their  home. 

That  the  social  propaganda,  of  the  club  will 
be  a  success,  is  assured  from  the  popularity 
which  marked  the  first  annual  banquet  given 
by  the  club  on  the  anniversary  of  the  Confed- 
eration of  the  Canadian  provinces  into  what 
is  known  as  the  Dominion  of  Canada.  This 
affair  was  held  at  the  Commercial  Club  in 
this  city  and  was  attended  by  some  of  the 
most  prominent  members  of  the  local  colony. 

The  following  telegram  was  sent  to  Premier 
Borden  on  the  night  of  the  banquet: 

"The  Canadian  Club  of  San  Francisco  at 
its  first  annual  banquet  on  Dominion  Day 
extends  its  heartiest  greetings  to  our  fellow 
Canadians  in  Canada,  and  especially  to  those 
who  are  fighting  so  valiantly  for  the  prin- 
ciples dear  to  the  people  of  the  empire  and 
civilization  at  large." 

The  clubrooms  are  open  at  all  times  and 
J.  J.  Turner,  assistant  secretary,  is  on  hand 
to  welcome  visitors.  Strangers  within  the 
city  drop  in  from  time  to  time,  and  by  means 
of  a  big  roster  of  members  on  view  in  this 
office  these  visitors  are  frequently  reunited 
with  old  friends  and  acquaintances.  It  is 
estimated  that  there  are  approximately  10,000 
Canadians  in  this  section  of  California,  and 
it  is  the  hope  of  the  club  to  make  itself  a  liv- 
ing influence  in  this  colony  of  10,000. 


Jordan  is  a  Hard 
Road 

Continued  from  page  36. 

friendliness  by  having  a  swig  of  Adam's 
ale  out  of  that  pitcher.  Hospitality  has 
its  rules,  and  the  rule  for  a  visitor  is  that 
he's  got  to  drink  what  his  host  shoves 
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"But  he  ain't  got  to  drink  what  his 
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"Oh,  shut  up,  guzzler,"  rapped  out  Min- 
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'TpHE  HALF-SOBERED  man  was  in  a 
-*-  perverse  mood.  He  had  a  feeling  that 
Minden  was  afraid  of  him.  Therefore,  he 
would  turn  the  screw.  He  had  tortured 
many  an  animal  just  to  see  it  helplessly 
resisting  his  malice,  and  he  had  tortured 
some  men;  but  never  had  he  had  a  chance 
to  torture  as  big  a  man-animal  as  this, 
and  one  of  the  notorieties  of  the  country. 

"You'll  give  me  what  I  want  when  I 
want  it,  or  you'll  get  what  you  don't  want 
when  you  don't  want  it,"  he  snarled.  "You 
want  nothin'  said  about  your  being  the 
father  of  Cora  Finley,  eh!  Well,  I  can 
spoil  her  just  for  the  price  of  one  bottle  oi 
lager.  I  can  take  the  pride  out  of  the 
silly,  stuck-up  daughter  of  a  burglar." 

He  had  gone  too  far.  With  the  flat 
of  his  hand  Minden  struck  him  in  the  face, 
and  he  fell  back  on  the  sofa  with  a  bleed- 
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Minden's  impulse  had  been  too  swift 
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passed;  p'r'aps  she  looked  down  on  you, 
eh?  Well,  a  drunken  hog  in  his  wallow 
is  apt  to  turn  the  stomach.  Go  on,  use 
that  handkerchief.  Don't  think  because 
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I  ain't  a  man  any  longer.  Bob  Struth- 
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have  to  kill  you  if  you  mention  my  girl's 
name  in  any  way  except  respectful. 
You've  surely  got  off  your  head.  Here, 
you  drink  this  water" — he  got  the  pitcher 
and  glass  from  the  table  —  "here,  you 
drink  this  water,  and  don't  try  to  bluff  me, 
because  I've  got  just  as  much  man  in  me 
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T  N  THEIR  boyhood  days  Minden  had  al- 
•^  ways  been  the  master  and  Struthers 
had  knuckled  down  to  him.  His  tract- 
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by  the  amount  of  physical  punishment 
he  received. 

"That  swat  in  the  gob  was  like  old 
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the  smile  which  had  been  on  his  face  when 
Struthers  waked. 

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make-believe.  Your  grandfather  was  a 
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old  game,  all  right.  Why,  I  might  as  well 
try  to  drink  that  swash  every  day" — he 
pointed  to  the  almost  empty  pitcher  of 
water — "instead  of  whiskey  or  lager.  I 
keep  goin'  back  to  it,  an'  you'll  go  back. 
Talk  about  bein'  saved,  when  every  day 
you  live's  a  lie !  You're  only  figurin'  to  be 
good,  'cause  you  want  your  daughter  to 
think  a  lot  of  you.  Can't  I  see!  I  didn't 
know  you  when  you  was  ten  years  old 
for  nothin',  old  non-such." 

Minden  was  now  back  again  in  his 
chair  at  the  table,  master  of  himself, 
with  a  friendly  look  in  his  face,  and  his 
mind  well-controlled. 
'  "I  guess  there's  some  truth  in  what  you 
say,  Robert  Simeon  Struthers,"  he  eon- 
ceded.  "I  may  backslide;  but  all  the  more 
reason  I  shouldn't  let  my  girl  know  who 
I  am.  I've  been  running  straight  quite 
a  while,  and  I've  had  a  lot  of  comfort  out 
of  gettin'  religion.  I  haven't  wanted  to 
do  what  I  used  to  do.  I  been  happy  and 
respected,  I  been  of  use — yes,  I  been  of 
use.  I  been  workin'  for  other  people,  doin' 
somethin'  for  them,  and " 

STRUTHERS  was  a  mongrel  cur  na- 
turally, and  his  life  had  made  him  a 
ruthless  brute.  If  anybody  could  handle 
him  it  was  Minden,  who  had  lorded  it 
over  him  in  days  long  gone,  but  in  his 
weasel  eyes  now  the  Brute  was  alive,  the 
under-world,  the  jungle  thing. 

"Well,  you  can  do  something  for  me  ifl 
you're  out  for  doing  good,"  he  said.  "Il 
ain't  had  any  luck  any  time.  Nothing  II 
ever  done  come  out  right.  The  world  owedl 
me  a  living,  an'  hasn't  ever  paid  it.  SoJ 
you  got  to  pay  it  now.  You  got  a  lo 
of  money  that  don't  belong  to  you;  an'  Il 
got  a  hold  on  you.  I  got  a  loose  tongues 
an'  I  can't  control  it  without  a  gold  bridl^ 
an'  bit.    I  got  to  be  paid." 

Minden  nodded  contemptuously.    "YesI 
I  know,  I  know  all  that,  man  alive.  You'P 
a  dirty  dog,  of  course;  you  always  wa 
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oughter  have  killed  you.  Well,  I've 
swatted  your  mouth  to-day,  an'  I  don't 
mind  paying  you  now  to  keep  your  dirty 
mouth  shut.    What's  your  price,  skunk?" 

Struthers  was  taken  aback.  He  had 
thought  there  would  be  storm  and  trouble, 
but  that  in  the  end  Minden  would  see 
there  was  nothing  else  to  do  but  to  grunt 
and  pay. 

He  made  his  shot  at  once,  however. 
"What  I  want — what  I  want — is  a  home; 
bed  and  board  an'  enough  cash  to  get 
my  drink  across  the  street,  if  I  can't  have 
it  here.  'Liza  Finley's  my  sister.  She's 
in  clover,  an'  she  ought  to  let  me  be  in 
grass." 

"Get  down  to  business,"  said  Minden 
sharply.  "You  want  your  bed,  your  board 
and  some  cash.  How  much  cash  do  you 
think  would  buy  your  beer?" 

"I  want  five  dollars  a  week  and  bed 
and  board — that's  my  offer." 

Minden  shook  his  head.  "You  couldn't 
live  here.  This  is  a  temperance  tavern 
run  on  Christian  lines,  an'  you'd  go  on 
getting'  drunk.  I'm  not  proposing  to 
keep  you  here,  though  it'd  be  cheaper. 
You  could  have  the  money  to  board  and 
lodge  somewhere  else,  an'  you  could  have 
the  five  dollars  a  week,  but  you'd  have  to 
keep  out  of  this  place  when  you  was 
drunk.  I'd  like  to  put  it  to  you  though, 
whether  you  could  settle  in  Askatoon  an' 
be  satisfied?  You've  been  travelin'  a  long 
time— d'you  think  the  one  long  street  of 
this  place  is  enough  for  you?  There's  a 
heap  of  prejudice  in  this  town.  What 
would  you  think  of  goin'  somewhere  else? 
Did  you  never  think  you'd  like  to  try  Aus- 
tralia? There's  a  lot  of  toughs  like  you 
over  there." 

'Tp  HE  WEASEL  eyes  almost  closed  with 
■*■  avarice,  but  they  caught  sight  of  Min- 
den's  face,  and  the  light  in  them  flickered. 
This  Bill  Minden  was  different  from  the 
Bill  Minden 'he  used  to  know;  this  Bill 
Minden  appeared  to  have  a  farther  reach. 
There  was  something  uncanny  about  him, 
in  spite  of  his  smile ;  something  that  made 
Struthers  afraid.  His  head  twitched;  it 
was  as  though  something  had  taken  pos- 
session of  his  nerves. 

"Travelin'  costs  money,"  he  stammered. 
"You  want  to  get  rid  of  me;  you  don't 
want  me  here,  and  so  you  begin  to " 

"Of  course  I  don't  want  you  here.  I 
never  could  tell  what  you  mightn't  do 
when  you  got  drunk.  Then,  if  you  split,  I 
might  forget  I  was  saved,  an'  kill  you. 
That's  why  I'd  like  to  see  you  hunch  away 
to  Australia.  They  drink  kerosene  in  the 
back-blocks  there  'stead  of  whiskey. 
You've  got  strange  tastes,  an'  that'd  suit 
you.  What  do  you  think  you'd  take  an' 
go?  There's  a  boat  leavin'  Vancouver  day 
after  to-morrow.  I'll  take  you  over  to 
Vancouver.    I'll  see  you  off." 

The  cunning  eyes  widened  a  little  now. 
"How  much  are  you  givin'  me  for  that, 
if  I  go?  I  got  a  lot  of  rheumatism  these 
days.    I  can't  work  like  I  used  to." 

Minden  waved  a  hand  of  scorn.  "Work! 
You  never  done  any  work  at  all.  Some- 
body else  always  worked  for  you — chiefly 
women.  That's  all  the  more  reason  why 
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The  weasel  eyes  opened  wider  in 
spite  of  themselves.  The  vision  of  in- 
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a  drunken  and  lascivious  day  passed  be- 
fore the  vision  of  the  brute. 

He  got  on  his  feet.  "I  guess  I  could 
about  do  it  for  that,"  he  conceded. 

"Well,  as  you  can  do  it  for  that,"  re- 
sponded Minden,  "then  you'll  see  how  fair 
I  am  v\?hen  I  tell  you  that  I'm  goin'  to  give 
you  three  thousand  five  hundred  dollars 
an'  your  passage-money." 

"You  can  afford  it,"  returned  the  other, 
with  sudden  swagger  in  his  bearing.  "I'll 
tell  you  in  a  week  or  so  what  111  do.  1 
want  to  rest  awhile  first." 

Minden's  voice  hardened.  "I  guess  not. 
I  can  afford  it  this  week,  but  I  mightn't 
be  able  to  afford  it  in  a  week  or  so,"  was 
the  dry  answer. 

"You're  goin'  to  leave  to-night  at  eleven, 
by  the  express,"  he  continued,  "an'  I'm 
going  with  you.  On  the  steamer  'Mo- 
poke'  I'll  hand  you  the  cash." 

"I  got  to  get  some  beer  right  away," 
answered  the  other  in  acquiescence,  "an' 
I'm  hungry  too." 

Minden  barred  his  way  to  the  door. 
"You  can't  have  a  drop  of  beer  in  this 
house,  an'  you've  got  to  stay  here  till  the 
train  starts.  You've  got  to  do  without 
your  beer  till  eleven  o'clock;  then  you 
can  have  a  full  bottle  on  the  train.  If 
what  I  propose  ain't  worth  while,  you  can 
light  out  now,  an'  you'll  get  nothin';  an' 
then  if  I  happen  to  forget  myself,  I'll  spoil 
you.  If  you  hurt  my  girl  I'd  find  you — 
religion  or  no  religion — I'd  find  you  if  you 
was  in  Patagonia.  Which  are  you  taking 
on — to  do  without  your  beer,  or  to  have 
the  other?    Put  it  up  to  me  now  or  never." 

With  a  muttered  oath  Struthers  turned 
to  the  table,  and  seized  a  water-bottle. 

"Gimme  something  to  eat,"  he  said. 
To  be  continued. 


Centre  of  Gravity 

Continued  from  page  28. 

the  plungin'  of  his  horse,  he  couldn't  seem 
to  shoot  straight. 

Just  as  he  was  cussin'  the  beast,  said 
piebald  fell  into  a  hole  and  threw  him 
clean  over  his  head.  He  got  snow  up  his 
sleeves  an'  down  his  neck  an'  connected 
with  a  Crotty  bullet  at  junction  of  his  left 
arm  an'  the  main  line,  said  bullet  shat- 
terin'  said  shoulder  pretty  bad.  With 
his  arm  danglin'  and  floppin'  about  fool- 
ish, Kerry  stumbled  on  through  the  snow, 
pumpin'  lead  with  his  good  hand,  his  teeth 
set  tight  an'  his  eyes  glitterin'  some  de- 
termined. Final  the  outlaw  gets  tired 
dodgin'  the  bullets  an'  absorbs  one  for  a 
change,  said  absorption  knockin'  hira 
clean  down,  the  hill. 

By  this  time  Joe  was  out  on  the  drift, 
bein'  too  busy  talkin'  to  his  friend  to  note 
minor  details.  It  doesn't  take  much  to 
start  a  slide  sometimes,  an'  down  she 
went,  fillin'  gulch  some  more,  burying  the 
Crotty  gang  complete  an'  givin'  Kerry  a 
ride  that  was  some  swift  an'  cool. 

Posse  found  him  against  the  rocks, 
lookin'  as  if  he  was  through  with  this 
mundane  sphere.  They  lifted  him  onto  a 
saddle  blanket  an'  carried  him  down  to 
the  road  where  Sally  Lane  was  as  bust 
up  mentally  as  he  was  physically.  She'd 
have  flung  her  arms  around  him  an'  sat 
rockin'  him  back  and  forth  till  he  was  » 
sure  'nough  goner,  if  we'd  let  her,  an' 
she  had  sobs  all  over  her  only  she  kep' 
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CONSIDERIN'  as  I  liked  the  boy  a  heap 
an'  him  lyin'  there  h6b-nobbin'  with 
Old  Cold-Deck,  it  was  queer  the  feelin' 
o'  gladness  that  came  over  me.  An'  when 
they  took  the  boy  into  Sally  Lane's  own 
little  room  off  the  schoolhouse,  even  though 
Doc.  only  give  him  one  chance  in  a  hun- 
dred, I  figgered  this  was  one  time  when  a 
long-shot  was  due  to  win. 

I  was  sure  right.  Nobody  could  have  died 
under  the  lovin'  care  that  girl  bestowed 
on  that  sick  boy.  When  Joe  Kerry  come 
out  o'  the  fever  an'  found  out  where  he 
was  an'  who  was  holdin'  his  hand  and  "so 
forth,  he  thought  at  first  he  had  taken 
again  to  the  Demon  Rum,  an'  that  his  up- 
per stope  was  some  haunted  by  sad  echoes 
o'  the  Past.  But  when  he  finally  come 
to  — 

Well,  this  not  bein'  no  moonlight-on- 
the-river  effect  an'  me  not  havin'  kissed 
a  girl  for  some  years  an'  the  whole  blame 
thing  bein'  nobody's  business  anyway, 
this  is  where  self-respectin'  words  just 
nacherally  clogs  up,  an'  sits  right  down, 
fagged  out  complete. 

All  I  know  is  that  Joe  Kerry's  three 
thousand  in  the  bank  had  changed  to 
twenty-three  thousand,  him  gettin'  the  re- 
ward for  Jim  Crotty,  which  same  didn't 
upset  his  stand-in  with  the  boys  so's  you'd 
notice  it.  I  closed  up  the  old  "Silver  Dol- 
lar" in  honor  o'  the  weddin',  which  went 
off  faster  an'  louder'n  the  biggest  funeral 
in  the  history  of  Clover  Bar. 

"Andy,"  says  the  boy,  callin'  me  aside 
just  before  he  mounts  the  trail  wagon. 
"Andy,"  he  says,  "you're  right  an'  I'm 
sure  converted.  Yours  truly  ain't  pinin' 
for  anythin'  but  sunshine  an'  flowers  from 
now  on.  I  ain't  got  no  more  use  for  a  hoo- 
doo, an'  I'm  handin'  you  that  just  when 
said  hoodoo  is  busted  an'  canterin'  along 
peaceful." 

"For  you  know,  Andy,"  he  says,  "come 
to  think  of  it,  there's  been  a  lot  o'  things 
happenin'  round  here  recent." 


Shall  We  Slay  the 
Senate? 

Continued  fro-m  page  31. 

former  will  do  to  the  Senate  as  they  did 
to  the  House  of  Lords  when  the  Reform  Bill 
had  to  be  carried^namely,.  create  enough 
Senators  to  get  over  a  deadlock.  In  fact 
Alexander  Mackenzie  once  proposed  that 
very  thing,  but  he  did  not  get  his  way. 
The  Borden  Government  holds  the  Senate 
more  sacred.  Although  it  has  at  this  mo- 
ment six  Senators  up  its  sleeve,  so  to 
speak — being  the  extra  six  that  the  West 
is  entitled  to  owing  to  the  growth  of  that 
part  of  the  country — it  refuses  to  make 
the  appointments  until  after  the  next  gen- 
eral election  when  the  House  of  Commons 
will  also  receive  an  addition  of  a  dozen 
members  as  awarded  by  law  and  the  last 
decennial  census. 

A  N  APPOINTIVE  system  I  contend, 
■'*■  which  leaves  the  Senate  open  to  fears 
and  tremblings,  to  inequities  of  distribu- 
tion and  to  party  guile  which  loads  it  up 
with  a  hostile  ma'ority  that  must  em- 
liarrass  the  next  government  in  power  for 
years  to  come — such  a  system,  I  repeat, 
is  thoroughly  wrong.  It  is  so  wrong  that 
the  House  of  Commons  has  debated  it 
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It's  a 


OINCE  1889  we  have  built  pleasure  craft, 
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Dyspepsia 

Halifax    (N.S.)    Sergeant   in    the    C.E.F. 
Cured   Completely  by  Dr.  Cassell's  Tablets. 


SERGEANT  DUNCAN  IVlACNEIL,  of  the  "  When  th«  war  broke  out  I  joined 
CANADIAN  EXPEDITIONARY'  FORCE,  the  Expeditionary  Force  and  came  to 
writing  from  Europe  (his  home  address  England.  I  had  not  been  long  there, 
b  116,    PLEASANT 


STREET,  HALIFAX, 

N.S.)  says  : — 
"  For  six  years  I, 
suffered  from  fre- 
quent attacks  of 
Dyspepsia,  each 
attack  being  more 
acute  than  the 
last.  During  one 
of  these  aitacks 
life  would  beoom© 
almost  unbearable, 
and  I  would  have 
to  regulate  my 
diet  to  liquid 
foods  only,  often 
being  in  bed  for 
days  at  a  time.  I 
was  under  the  care 
of  a  Physician, 
ar.d  tried  all  the 
remedies  on  the 
market,  spending 
a     small      fortune. 

but  obtained  little  or  no  relief.  I 
became  utterly  discouraged,  and  had 
almost  given  up  all  hope  of  Cure. 


however,  when 
luy  o'.d  trouble 
returned,  and  I 
had  to  go  to  hos- 
pital. While  in 
hospital  a  fr.end 
told  me  of  Dr. 
Cassell's  Tablets, 
and  I  decided  to 
try  them.  The 
firsit  box  brought 
such  pronounced 
relief  that  I  con- 
tinued the  treat- 
ment. To  make  a 
long  story  short,  a 
complete  cure  was 
effected. 

"Since  taking 
Dr.  Cassell's 
Tablets  I  have 
been  through  hard- 
ships almost  be- 
endurance,  but  not  once 


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either  by  making  the  Senate  elective  or 
abolishing  it  altogether.  The  House  of 
Commons,  by  the  way,  is  always  willing 
to  divert  attention  from  itself  by  reform- 
ing the  Senate.  Such  discussions  are 
purely  academic  and  generally  take  place 
when  Satan  can  find  no  other  mischief  for 
an  idle  House  of  Commons  to  do. 

Looking  up  the  records  I  find  that 
statesmen  on  both  sides  of  the  House  have 
been  deeply  interested  in  this  matter.  In 
1874  David  Mills,  M.P.;  moved  that  the 
Senate  be  made  elective — lost  on  division. 
In  1906  Mclntyre,  M.P.,  moved  that  it 
be  made  appointive  for  fifteen  years — de- 
bate adjourned.  In  1908  Mclntyre,  M.P., 
moved  that  the  Senate  be  abolished.  So 
did  Lancaster,  M.P.,  in  1909,  1910  and 
1911.  Debate  adjourned  in  each  case — 
so  far,  no  farther. 

In  the  session  of  1909  was  witnessed  the 
curious  spectacle  of  the  Senate  discussing 
its  own  possible  metamorphosis  on  the  mo- 
tion of  Senator  Sir  Robert  Scott  to  make 
the  Upper  Chamber  elective.  The  Senate 
debated  the  question  with  its  usual  candor 
and  disregard  of  results — the  Senate  for 
reasons  inherent  in  its  nature  discusses 
nearly  every  public  question  with  more 
frankness  than  the  Commons  —  but  no 
vote  was  taken.  At  no  stage  of  the  game 
did  the  Senate  view  the  subject  with 
alarm — it  knows  too  well  where  it  stands. 

'Tp  HE  appointive  system,  it  will  be  seen, 
■*■  has  stood  up  against  argument  pretty 
well  and  the  appointive  system  is  the  right 
one  if  the  propter  authority  makes  the 
appointments.  To  my  mind  the  Federal 
Government  is  not  the  proper  authority. 
As  the  present  system  works  out  each  ad- 
ministration leaves  a  Senate  majority  to 
act  as  a  stumbling  block  to  its  successor. 
It  is  the  existence  of  hostile  Senates  which 
leads  Governments  to  ask  why  the  spirit 
of  mortals  should  be  proud.  It  can't  be 
proud  with  pins  like  that  sticking  in  it. 
When  Alexander  Mackenzie  became  Pre- 
mier the  Senate  was  fifteen  against  him. 
When  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  came  in  in  1896 
there  were  only  thirteen  Liberals  in  the 
Senate.  In  the  course  of  fifteen  years 
Sir  Wilfrid  appointed  eighty-one  Sena- 
tors and  when  he  went  out  in  1911  he  left 
a  Liberal  majority  of  thirty-nine  in  the 
Upper  Chamber  to  keep  Premier  Borden 
from  feeling  too  gay.  Just  to  show  how 
Father  Time  does  his  gleaning  let  me 
state  that  the  thirty-nine  Liberal  major- 
ity has  disappeared  in  five  years  and  now 
Premier  Borden  has  three  Senators  on  the 
credit  side. 

If  the  Senate  is  ever  to  Be  more  than  a 
thorn  in  the  flesh  for  successive  Govern- 
ments the  appointing  power  must  be 
taken  away  from  Ottawa  and  handed  over 
to  the  various  Legislatures  to  whom  it 
properly  belongs.  Anybody  with  half  an 
eye  can  see  that  this  is  the  fair  and  rea- 
sonable way  to  do  it.  Not  only  would  it 
tend  to  confirm  the  power  of  the  pro- 
vinces and  establish  a  juster  balance  be- 
tween provincial  and  federal  rights,  but 
it  would  more  nearly  reflect  shades  of 
public  opinion  as  they  exist  from  time  to 
time  in  the  various  parts  of  Canada.  As 
things  stand  the  Government  at  Ottawa 
may  be,  let  us  say.  Conservative  and  be 
persistently  coloring  the  Senate  to  that 
hue  while  two-thirds  of  the  provincial 
governments  are  Liberal.  Or  it  may  be 
the  other  way  about.  In  either  case  the 
Senate  is  not  doing  what  the  B.N. A.  Act 
intended — namely,  holding  the  scales  even 
as  between  province  and  dominion. 


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/CONSIDERING  its  handicaps  the  Sen- 
^^  ate  has  come  out  of  the  struggle  fairly 
well.  It  is  not  a  bad  Senate  as  Senates  go. 
It  has  not  developed  caste,  as  some 
Fathers  of  Confederation  feared  it  would. 
It  has  remained  common  clay  like  the  rest 
of  us.  It  is  not  a  copy  of  the  House  of 
Lords— if  it  were  it  would  display  more 
ability.  Neither  is  it  an  imitator  of  the 
United  States  Senate — if  it  were  it  would 
be  more  a  slave  to  capital  than  it  is  now. 
As  Touchstone  says,  it  is  a  poor  thing  but 
our  own.  It  is  as  good  a  Senate  as  cir- 
cumstances permit  and  it  can  be  as  much 
better  as  we  want  it  to  be.  It  is  not  a 
.snobbish  Senate,  nor  a  corrupt  one,  nor  a 
servile  one.  In  fact  it  has  a  lot  of  neutral 
virtues  on  which  we  can  begin  work. 

In  its  fifty  years'  existence  the  Senate 
has  deteriorated  somewhat  in  quality. 
The  first  batch  of  Senators  included  the 
members  of  the  old  Legislative  Councils 
in  the  four  federated  provinces  and  pro- 
vided a  high  class  of  men.  Since  then 
the  standard  has  slipped  a  little — which 
was  to  be  expected  when  Senatorships 
are  given  not  for  merit  but  for  party  ser- 
vice. The  ideal  Senate  would  be  a  moral 
and  intellectual  oligarchy,  but  I  cannot 
remember  an^  Senatorships  that  were 
awarded  on  that  basis.  Money  is  honored 
often  enough,  but  intellect  gets  the  cold 
shoulder.  I  can  recall  only  one  Senator 
who  got  a  look  in  because  he  was  a  fol- 
lower of  the  muses — and  he  was  a  per- 
sonal friend  of  Sir  Wilfrid's  and  could 
not  be  overlooked.  The  Senate  would  be 
all  the  better  for  a  strong  leaven  of  doc- 
trinaires and  literary  men. 

tJ  AVING  appointed  our  new  Senate  on 
'■  *■  the  fifteen-year-full-bodily  health- 
with-plenty-of -brains  plan,  what  is  the 
next  thing  that  ought  to  be  done  to  it? 
Give  it  more  work.  The  Senate  spends 
most  of  its  time  now  adjourning.  It 
works  two  days  and  adjourns  ten.  Life 
is  thus  one  long  series  of  hiatuses.  In 
the  intervals  the  Senate  has  time  to  grow 
soft.  The  seeds  of  decay  are  sown.  One 
rusts  out  so  much  quicker  than  one  wears 
out.  It  is  a  great  pity.  It  is  not  the 
Senate's  fault.  It's  the  fault  of  the 
system. 

Under  the  Act  of  Union  there  was  a  Leg- 
islative Council  for  Upper  and  Lower 
Canada  and  in  eight  years  prior  to  1857 
that  Legislative  Council  rejected  325  bills 
from  the  Lower  House — forty  bills  a  ses- 
sion. Some  Senate  that!  It  gave  itself 
some  work  to  do.  Not  so  our  present  Sen- 
ate. It  gets  no  chance.  It  cannot  initiate 
money  or  revenue  bills  and  it  doesn't  seem 
to  care  to  initiate  anything  else.  How 
could  it  have  under  the  present  condi- 
tions? It  has  a  high  duty  to  perform  as  a 
check  on  hasty  legislation,  but  when  it 
performs  it  there  is  always  a  tremendous 
outcry  followed  by  threats  on  the  part 
of  the  populace  to  cut  its  heart  out.  The 
Senate  has  no  encouragement.  It  stops 
perhaps  one  bill  a  year  and  gets  nothing 
but  abuse  for  it. 

Rude  persons  make  a  mock  of  the  Sen- 
ate's trances  and  to  wake  it  up  suggest 
quilting  bees,  spelling  matches  and  Fri- 
day afternoon  debates  on  subjects  like 
this:  "Resolved  that  Sir  Sam  Hughes  is  a 
greater  general  than  the  Duke  of  Welling- 
ton." But  it  is  not  the  Senate  that  is  to 
blame  if  gossip,  tobacco  and  a  little  mild 
conspiracy  of  a  somewhat  toothless  sort, 
are  its  sole  occupation.  It  is  up  to  the 
British  North  America  Act  to  give  the 
Senate  something  more  to  do  than  to  tell 


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asthmas.  The  British  North  America 
Act  cannot  be  amended  too  soon.  There 
should  be  a  special  clause  providing  that 
the  Senate  shall  never  have  less  than  two 
Cabinet  Minisiters  in  its  midst  and  both 
of  them  with  jwrtfolios. 

With  these  changes  I  am  persuaded  that 
we  would  soon  have  a  brisk  up-to-date, 
cheerful,  industrious  and  efficient  Senate 
of  which  any  country  might  be  proud. 
There  is,  I  take  it,  no  immediate  danger 
that  the  Senate  will  be  either  elected  or 
abolished.  To  make  any  changes  in  the 
Senate  not  only  must  the  Senate  agree, 
but  also  the  House  of  Commons,  the  nine 
provincial  legislatures,  and  the  British 
Parliament.  The  Senate  may  consent  to 
revive  itself  by  adopting  a  reasonable  ap- 
pointive system,  but  it  will  never  commit 
suicide.    That  is  a  safe  bet. 


The  Motor  Roads  of 
Canada 

Continued  jrom  pacje  26. 

tem.  The  net  result  is  that  Quebec  is  far 
in  the  van  of  other  Canadian  provinces, 
having  as  a  matter  of  fact  more  perma- 
nently-improved highways  than  all  the 
other  provinces  put  together. 

The  longest  and  most  notable  highway 
in  the  province  is  that  extending  along 
the  north  shore  of  the  St.  Lawrence  River 
from  Montreal  to  Quebec  City,  known  as 
the  Montreal-Quebec  road.  It  was  com- 
pleted only  last  year,  but  already  it  has 
been  traversed  by  thousands  of  motorists, 
who  are  loud  in  their  praises  of  its  beau- 
ties. The  route  is  particularly  attractive 
below  Quebec,  where  the  country  becomes 
rougher  and  the  road,  in  consequence, 
more  winding  in  character. 

The  King  Edward  VII.  Highway  run- 
ning south  from  Montreal  to  the  Inter- 
national boundary  at  Rouse's  Point,  af- 
fords a  means  of  access  to  Quebec  for 
American  tourists  and  an  outlet  for  Que- 
bec motorists  on  tour  to  the  United  States. 
It  was  the  first  of  Quebec's  improved  high- 
ways and  its  popularity  is  attested  by 
the  fact  that  during  the  touring  season  an 
average  of  between  six  and  seven  hun- 
dred cars  a  day  pass  over  it.  The  road  is 
excellent  but,  from  the  scenic  standpoint, 
it  is  not  to  be  compared  with  the  Mont- 
real-Quebec highway,  the  country  tra- 
versed being  flat  and  rather  uninteresting. 

'T'HERE  was  practically  completed  last 
-*•  fall  a  road  running  south  from  Levis, 
opposite  the  City  of  Quebec,  to  the  bound- 
ary of  Maine,  known  as  the  Levis-Jack- 
man  road.  It  is  ninety  miles  in  length 
and  in  its  course  it  traverses  a  wild  and 
broken  country,  strikingly  picturesque 
in  character.  With  the  completion  of  this 
road  and  the  Montreal-Quebec  road,  the 
province  possesses  a  single  stretch  of  con- 
tinuous highway,  25  miles  in  length, 
starting  at  Rouse's  Point,  passing  through 
Montreal  and  Quebec,  and  ending  at  Jack- 
man  in  the  State  of  Maine. 

The  fourth  Quebec  highway,  which  to 
some  minds  is  even  more  beautiful  than 
any  of  the  other  three,  extends  from  Sher- 
brooke,  the  chief  city  of  the  Eastern 
Townships,  to  the  international  boundary 
at  Derby,  Vermont,  where  it  connects 
with  a  road  to  Newport  at  the  southern  ex- 


M  A  C  L  K  A  N  '  S    M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


jremity  of  Lake  Memphremagog.  It 
lasses  in  its  course,  Lake  Massawippi, 
me  of  the  most  beautiful  lakes  in  the 
Pownships  and  a  famous  resort  for  sum- 
aer  tourists.  That  road,  which  is  32 
niles  in  length,  was  completed  in  1915 
md  has  proved  immensely  popular. 

Apart  from  the  four  provincial  high- 
iraya,  the  province  has  several  other 
oads,  of  more  or  less  satisfactory  quality, 
irhich  can  be  followed  by  motorists  with 
(leasure.  In  the  environs  of  Montreal  it- 
elf,  there  are  now  numerous  excellent 
ughways  with  fine  scenic  possibilities. 
)ne  of  them,  known  as  the  Point  Fortune- 
kfontreal  Road,  extends  as  far  as  Point 
J'ortune  on  the  Ottawa  River  at  the  inter- 
jrovincial  boundary  and  there  forms  a 
tonnection  with  the  Ontario  system  of 
oads. 

An  alternative  route  from  Montreal  to 
House's  Point  is  provided  by  the  old  In- 
lernational  Highway,  which  many  motor- 
sts  prefer  to  the  King  Edward  Highway, 
instead  of  striking  direct  across  country, 
t  runs  over  to  St.  John's  and  thence  con- 
linues  up  the  valley  of  the  Richelieu  River 
»  the  boundary.  The  scenery  is  much 
iner  than  along  the  King  Edward  High- 
lyay,  while  the  road  is  very  little  inferior 
n  quality  to  the  new  road.  The  two 
•outes  combined  make  possible  an  inter- 
ssting  round  trip. 

There  is  much  charming  scenery  to  be 
'ound  in  the  Eastern  Townships  and  a 
;rip  from  Montreal  to  Sherbrooke,  with 
lide  jaunts  to  picturesque  corners  in  the 
iistrict,  is  one  of  the  choicest  attractions 
hat  the  province  can  offer.  The  run  to 
Sherbrooke  is  just  a  trifle  under  a  hun- 
Ired  miles  in  length.  Leaving  Montreal, 
•,he  main  route  runs  via  St.  Lambert  and 
Longueuil  to  Chambly  on  the  Richelieu 
River,  thence  across  to  Rougemont  and 
m  through  Granby,  Waterloo,  Eastman 
md  Magog  to  Sherbrooke,  passing  Lake 
Drford,  Lake  Memphremagog  and  Lake 
Wagog  on  the  way. 

From  Granby  a  beautiful  trip  can  be 
nade  to  Brome  Lake,  around  to  Knowlton 
jnd  on  to  Sutton  through  a  thickly  wooded 
sountry,  with  idyllic  glimpses  of  water 
"rom  time  to  time.  Or  one  may  turn  aside 
it  Magog  and  cross  country  to  North 
Hatley  on  Lake  Massawippi,  connecting 
shere  with  the  main  highway  from  Sher- 
jrooke  to  Newport. 

D  UT  OF  all  trips  out  of  Montreal  that 
'-*    North  to  Ste.  Agathe  in  the  Lauren- 

ian  Mountains  is  the  grandest.  It  in- 
/olves  a  run  of  about  64  miles.    The  road 

s  fairly  good  and  the  scenery  is  magnifi- 
lent,  being  mountainous,  with  a  wealth  of 
wild,  romantic  views. 

There  are  several  good  roads  in  the 
Iistrict  around  Quebec,  both  on  the  north 
ind  south  sides  of  the  St.  Lawrence.  On 
;he  north  an  attractive  run  is  possible 
;hrough  Charlesbourg  to  Lake  Beauport, 
while  on  the  south  a  good  road  extends 
Jastward  through  Beaumont,  Berthier,  St. 
Thomas  and  L'Islet  to  the  settlements 
lower  down  the  River. 

The  trip  has  been  made  by  motor,  both 
iown  the  south  shore  of  the  St.  Lawrence 
and  across  the  State  of  Maine,  to  New 
Brunswick,  but  the  experience  of  those 
who  have  attempted  it  has  not  been  en- 
eouraging.  For  general  purposes,  the 
Maritime  Provinces  are  pretty  well  cut 
off  from  Upper  Canada,  unless  the  motor- 
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land or  else  takes  his  car  across  the  Bay 
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within  the  borders  of  the  Atlantic  pro- 
vinces, the  possibilities  for  touring  are 
good  and,  while  there  are  as  yet  no  per- 
manent provincial  highways,  such  as 
those  in  Quebec,  road  improvement  is 
being  very  generally  carried  on,  with 
the  result  that  there  are  now  many  miles 
of  very  fair  roads  in  this  part  of  the  Do- 
minion. 

There  are  two  Canadian  routes  to  New 
Brunswick.  One  is  east  from  Riviere  du 
Loup,  Que.,  to  Campbelltown,  N.B.,  fol- 
lowing the  course  of  the  Intercolonial 
Railway  pretty  closely.  The  other  is  south 
from  Riviere  du  Loup  to  Edmundston,  fol- 
lowing the  route  of  the  Temiscouta  Rail- 
way. At  Campbellton,  the  former  con- 
nects with  the  main  road  along  the  south 
shore  of  the  Bay  of  Chaleur  to  Bathurst, 
thence  across  to  Chatham  and  so  down  the 
Gulf  shore  to  Shediac  and  Moncton.  The 
latter  crosses  the  St.  John  River  at  Ed- 
mundston and  follows  its  west  bank  south 
through  Grand  Falls,  Woodstock  and 
Fredericton  to  St.  John.  This  valley  road 
is  one  of  the  finest  in  New  Brunswick, 
particularly  south  of  Woodstock,  and  the 
scenery  is  most  attractive. 

From  St.  John  a  popular  run  is  to  St. 
Andrew's  and  thence  to  St.  Stephen's, 
where  connection  with  the  road  system  of 
the  State  of  Maine  is  made.  The  section 
from  St.  George  to  St.  Andrew's  around 
Passamaquoddy  Bay  is  particularly  fine, 
the  shore  being  girt  with  towering  gran- 
ite hills  and  the  Bay  itself  dotted  with 
beautiful  islands.  From  St.  Andrew's  to 
St.  Stephen's  the  drive  is  along  the  pic- 
turesque banks  of  the  St.  Croix  River. 

"TpG  REACH  Nova  Scotia,  the  motorist 
•*•  will  have  to  follow  the  beautiful  val- 
ley of  the  Kennebecasis  River,  passing 
^through  such  charming  towns  as  Rothe- 
say, Hampton  and  Sussex;  then  cross  to 
and  descend  the  valley  of  the  Petitcodiac 
River  as  far  as  Moncton.  From  this  point 
the  main  road  continues  east  through 
Sackville  and  Amherst,  thence  along  the 
shore  of  the  Straits  of  Northumberland 
to  Truro  and  so  into  Halifax. 

The  most  attractive  tour  in  Nova  Scotia 
and  one  that  is  being  taken  yearly  by  in- 
creasing numbers  of  tourists  is  that 
through  the  famous  Evangeline  county. 
Starting,  say,  from  Halifax,  the  road 
follows  the  general  course  of  the  Domin- 
ion Atlantic  Railway  to  Windsor.  It  then 
proceeds  through  Hantsport,  to  Wolfville 
and  Kentville,  in  the  heart  of  the  Land  of 
Evangeline,  and  on  down  the  Annapolis 
Valley,  through  Annapolis  Royal  to  Dig- 
by.  From  Digby  to  Yarmouth  there  is  a 
^splendid  road  skirting  the  shore  of  the 
Bay  of  Fundy,  while,  with  Yarmouth  as 
a  centre,  there  are  many  attractive  tours 
possible  through  the  western  counties. 
The  run  back  to  Halifax  via  the  beauti- 
ful South  Shore  Route  through  Shelburne, 
Liverpool  and  Chester  is  one  rich  in 
scenic  attractions. 

There  are  tours  that  may  be  taken  from 
Truro  to  New  Glasgow  and  Pictou  and  on 
to  Antigonish  and  from  Halifax  east 
along  the  south  shore  to  Musquodoboit, 
Sheet  Harbor  and  Sherbrooke,  both  of 
which  bring  the  motorist  in  touch  with 
scenes  peculiar  to  the  sea  shore  and  the 
life  of  the  hardy  inhabitants  of  the  blue- 
nose  province.  Owing  to  its  variety  of 
scenery  and  climate,  Nova  Scotia  will 
make  a  strong  appeal  to  the  motorist.  It 
already  boasts  many  miles  of  excellent 
roads  and  the  number  of  these  will  soon 
be  largely  augmented. 


M  A  C  L  E  A  N  '  S    M  A  G  A  ,Z  I  N  E 


The  Gun  Brand 

Continued  from  page  21. 

through  her  veins  fumed  the  ferine  blood 
of  her  paleolithic  forbears.  What  is  life 
but  proof  of  the  fitness  to  live?  Death, 
but   defeat? 

ON  RUSHED  the  scow,  leaping,  crash- 
ing from  wave  to  wave,  into  the 
northern  night.  And,  as  it  rushed,  and 
leaped,  and  crashed  it  bore  two  women, 
their  garments  touching,  but  between 
whom  interposed  a  whole  world  of  creeds 
and  fabrics. 

Suddenly,  Chloe  sensed  a  change.  The 
scow  no  longer  leaped  and  crashed,  and 
the  roar  of  the  rapids  grew  faint.  No 
longer  the  form  of  Vermilion  appeared 
couchant,  tense;  and,  among  the  scow- 
men,  one  laughed.  Chloe  drew  a  deep 
breath,  and  a  slight  shudder  shook  her 
frame.  She  glanced  about  her  in  bewild- 
erment, and,  reaching  swiftly  down, 
raised  the  inert  form  of  Harriet  Penny 
and  rested  it  gently  against  her  knees. 

The  darkness  of  night  had  settled  upon 
the  river.  Stars  twinkled  overhead.  The 
high,  scrub-timbered  shore  loomed  form- 
less and  black,  and  the  flat  bottom  of 
the  scow  rasped  harshly  on  gravel.  Ver- 
milion leaped  ashore,  followed  by  the 
scowmen,  and  Chloe  assisted  Big  Lena 
with  the  still  unconscious  form  of  Har- 
riet Penny.  As  if  by  magic,  fires  flared 
out  upon  the  shingle,  and  in  an  incredibly 
short  time  the  girl  found  herself  seated 
upon  her  bed-roll  inside  her  mosquito- 
barred  tent  of  balloon  silk.  The  older 
woman  had  revived  and  lay,  a  dejected 
heap,  upon  her  blankets,  and  out  in  front 
Big  Lena  was  stooping  over  a  fire.  Be- 
yond, upon  the  gravel,  the  fires  of  the 
scowmen  flamed  red,  and  threw  wavering 
reflections  upon  the  black  water  of  the 
river. 

Chloe  was  seized  with  a  strange  un- 
rest. The  sight  of  Harriet  Penny  irri- 
tated her.  She  stepped  from  the  tent  and 
filled  her  lungs  with  great  drafts  of  the 
spruce-laden  night-breeze  that  wafted 
gently  out  of  the  mysterious  dark  and 
rippled  the  surface  of  the  river  until  little 
waves  slapped  softly  against  the  shore  in 
tiny  whisperings  of  the  unknown — whis- 
perings that  called,  and  were  understood 
by  the  new  awakened  self  within  her. 
Continued  on  page  88. 


Ill  the  next  instalment 
of  this  strong  serial  story, 
"Brute"  McNair  appears 
on  the  scene.  McNair  is 
the  biggest  hgure  in  the 
north  country  —  an  inde- 
pendent trader  with  a  tre- 
mendous influence  over 
the  Indians  and  trappers. 
'J'he  interest  quickens  with 
the  appearance  of  the 
Brute  and  continues  to 
grow  until  the  climax  of 
the  story  is  reached. 


The 
Skeptic 
About 
Corns 


^'^, 


Some  years  ago  a  famous  chem- 
ist invented  the  Blue-jay  plaster. 

In  a  bit  of  red  wax  he  combined 
ingredients  which  no  corn  can  resist. 

Through  us  he  ofTered  to  all  peo- 
ple this  sure  ender  of  a  corn. 


Since  then  this  method  has  re- 
moved some  80  million  corns. 


But  people  said,  "We've  heard 
such  claims  before."  They  had 
used  harsh,  old-time  methods 
which  proved  inefficient. 

The  same  folks  tried  this  Blue- 
jay,  and  each  told  others. 


Here  is  a  way  that's  gentle,  scien- 
tific, sure.  It  is  applied  in  a  jiffy.  It 
costs  but  a  few  cents  per  corn. 

It  stops  the  pain  instantly.  It 
ends  the  corn  in  two  days— that  is, 
nine  corns  in  ten.  The  stubborn 
ones  need  a  second  application. 

It  makes  corns  forever  needless.  Corn 
aches  become  unknown.  For  your  own 
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A  Successful  Vegetable 
Garden  for  Everv  Home 

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PEDIGREE    SEEDS 

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The  Rowan  Tree 

The  most  beautiful  ornamental 
Lawn  Tree  in  America.  Compact  in 
habit,  beautiful  white  flowers  of  the 
richest  fragrance,  followed  by  scarlet 
bunches  of  fruit— attractive  to  birds— 
Haidy  in  Iceland — Commonly  known  as 
Mountain  Ash. 

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Japanese  Rose  Bushes 
Five  for  I  Oofs. 

The  Wonder  of  the  AVorld 

J  Rose  Bushes  with  roses  on  them  in  8 
,  weeks  from  the  time  the  seed  was 
planted.  1 1  may  not  seem  possible  but 
we  Rna  rantee  it  to  be  so  Thev  win 
BJLOOM  BVKHY  TEN  WEEKS 
Winter  or  Summer, and  when  3years 
oldTptll  have  ,5or6hundred  roses  on 
.  ,,-^>"  ,  eachbu.sh.  Will  j^row  in  the  hou.se 
m  thtwiiiteras  well  asm  the  ground  in  summer 
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Even  the  Small  Town  Lot  May 

Be  Made  a  Place  of  Beauty 

and  Productiveness 

IT  HAS  been  said  of  the  suburbs  of  cer- 
tain Canadian  cities  that  they  are  the 
most  beautiful  in  the  world — to  drive 
through.  There  is  rather  a  fine  qualifica- 
tion of  praise  in  this  when  we  remember 
that  these  suburbs  are  colonies  of  homes, 
not  public  parks.  They  are  not  for  the 
man  who  "drives  through,"  but  for  the 
man  who  stays  there,  and  for  his  wife 
and  sons  and  daughters — yet  the  streets 
are  the  most  attractive  part  of  them,  The 
new  ideal  is  to  make  the  whole  lot,  from 
the  front  to  the  back  lane,  a  place  of  pride 
and  beauty  for  the  family. 

From  an  artistic  view-point,  any  house 
requires  a  certain  amount  of  garden 
treatment  to  make  its  presence  on  the  face 
of  the  earth  anything  but  an  impertin- 
ence. Even  if  it  is  the  central  point  of 
interest_in  the  grounds,  but  is  permitted 
to  stand  up  bleak  and  naked  from  an  ex- 
panse of  gravel  or  turf  it  will  always 
wear  an  air  of  aloofness  from  the  garden 
picture.  The  first  care  of  the  designer, 
therefore,  should  be  to  fill  in  the  angles 
about  the  house  either  with  shrubbery,  or 
by  planting  borders  against  the  house 
wall. 

The  next  step  in  making  the  garden 
plan  is  to  design  a  border.  This  deserves 
more  space  than  is  usually  allowed.  The 
narrow  strips  of  border  so  often  seen 
skirting  the  fences  of  small-lot  gardens 
are  practically  useless  for  flower  culture. 
A  width  of  six  feet  is  not  too  much  for  the 
orincipal  border  and  it  should,  if  possible, 
be  in  full  sun.  A  charming  border  can  be 
made  by  planting  the  flowers  with  a  back- 
ground of  shrubbery,  or  if  space  is  too 
limited  for  this,  a  narrow  border  of  shrub- 
bery may  be  made  on  one  side  of  the  lawn 
or  path,  as  the  case  may  be,  and  a  com- 
plementary flower  border  on  the  other 
side.  Without  being  formal  the  two  give 
an  effect  of  balance  to  the  garden.  If  the 
grounds  are  fairly  large,  the  border  may 
be  laid  out  to  let  little  extensions  run  out 
into  the  grass  plot,  thus  increasing  the 
flower  space,  and  giving  a  pleasing  "ir- 
regularity." Shady  places,  like  the  foot 
of  a  southern  boundary  fence  may  be 
planted  with  a  border  of  ferns,  lily-of-the- 
valley,  or  a  multitude  of  other  plants  that 
thrive  without  much  sun. 

It  seems  almost  contrary  to  sacred  tra- 
dition to  say  a  word  against  the  planting 
of  trees,  but  trees  are  exacting  both  above 
and*below  the  ground,  and  all  other  growth 
must  wait  on  them  and  keep  its  distance. 
Also,  while  they  form  the  pillars  of  a 
landscape  garden,  they  cannot,  in  close 
quarters,  take  the  place  in  perspective 
which  should  be  theirs,  and  since  the 
streets  in  residential  sections  of  our  towns 
and  cities  are  usually  well  shaded,  both 
shade  and  ornamental  trees  had  better  be 
used  sparingly  in  the  private  grounds. 
Shrubs  can  be  arranged  to  give  the  ap- 
pearance of  shelter  and  privacy  that  trees 
aflFord  to  larger  areas. 

The  pictorial  eff'ect  of  an  informal  gar- 
den depends  in  a  great  degree  on  the  use 


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of  shrubbery  —  not  isolated  shrubs,  but 
shrubbery  en  masse.  As  a  background 
for  flower  borders,  to  soften  the  lines  of 
walls  and  fences,  jutting  out  here  and 
there  to  form  a  screen  for  a  garden-seat, 
or  merely  to  give  a  natural  outline,  it  has 
a  purpose  which  neither  trees  nor  flowers 
can  supply.  Further  it  can  be  made  about 
the  best  means  of  preserving  the  garden 
picture  the  year  round,  if  the  massed 
shrubbery  is  planned  to  have  one  or  two 
varieties  blooming  through  the  entire 
spring  and  summer  as  well  as  a  few  like 
the  barberry  and  high  bush  cranberry 
whose  scarlet  fruits  and  tangle  of  red- 
brown  twigs  keep  a  glow  kindled  through 
the  dreariest  days  of  winter.  In  massing 
groups  of  shrubbery  care  must  be  taken 
to  keep  the  taller  varieties  in  the  back- 
ground. The  forsythia,  a  yellow  flower- 
ing shrub  blooms  in  April  and  grows  to  a 
height  of  eight  feet.  The  Japanese  bar- 
berry also  has  yellow  flowers,  blooms  in 
May  and  reaches  a  height  of  four  feet. 
The  bush  honeysuckle  has  white  flowers 
and  red  berries,  flowers  in  May  and 
grows  to  about  six  feet.  The  spirea  and 
common  lilac  are  both  lasting  favorites 
for  spring  blooming,  and  for  June,  the 
syringa  and  the  hardier  roses  are  about 
the  only  varieties  to  depend  on  for  flowers. 
The  more  delicate  varieties  of  roses 
should  not  go  into  a  mixed  border.  They 
should  have  a  bed  by  themselves  where 
they  can  have  more  care  than  would  be 
given  the  ordinary  hardy  shrubs.  Box- 
wood is  another  shrub  that  is  in  a  class 
apart  from  the  rest.  It  is  about  the  only 
one  that  is  best  planted  alone  or  in  a 
hedge.  For  July  we  have  the  sweet  pep- 
per bush  with  greenish  white  flowers, 
growing  from  eight  to  ten  feet  tall,  and 
in  August  the  rose  of  Sharon,  about 
twelve  feet  and  the  hydrangea  growing 
from  ten  to  twenty  feet.  Both  of  these 
u.<?ually  liold  their  blooming  period  over 
into  September. 

In  laying  out  spaces  for  beds,  borders, 
paths,  etc.,  it  is  well  to  bear  in  mind  that 
grass  more  than  any  other  feature  helps 
to  secure  a  feeling  of  repose.  There  is 
something  delightfully  soothing  in  a  well- 
kept  stretch  of  green  turf,  and  it  is  little 
short  of  vandalism  to  fret  the  lawn  into 
a  pattern  of  geometrically  fashioned  beds. 
Nature  does  not  grow  her  flower  groups 
within  the  limits  of  stars,  crescents  and 
crosses.  Beds  in  grass  are  sometimes  ad- 
mirable features  in  the  general  scheme  if 
modelled  on  simple  shapes,  but  the  more 
elaborate  the  form  of  the  bed,  the  more 
time  and  labor  will  be  expended  in  pre- 
serving its  geometry  and  the  less  enjoy- 
ment will  be  derived  from  the  flowers.  The. 
maker  of  stars  and  crescents  moreover 
should  realize  that  an  acute  angle  is  an 
awkward  one  to  which  to  adap't  his  flowers 
and  that  to  preserve  the  outlines  of  such 
beds  it  is  necessary  to  fill  them  with  puny 
plants,  which,  by  constant  pinching  are 
prevented  from  developing  their  natural 
charm.  It  is  better  to  adopt  a  simple 
circle,  square  or  rectangle  and  to  be  not 
too  particular  about  keeping  the  flowers 
from  spreading  on  the  grass,  so  long  as 
they  grow  under  natural  conditions  and 
yield  their  harvest  of  bloom.  The  outlines 
they  create  under  such  treatment,  blend 
.softly  with  the  turf  and  are  far  more 
sightly  than  the  hard  edges  fresh  from 
the  trimming  tool. 

Although  the  construction  of  a  garden 
plan  on  paper  is  a  necessary  preliminary 
to  the  practical  operations,  much  of  the 
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^  To  City,  Town  and  Village  Dwellers  in  Ontario 

What  these  boys  do,  you  can  do 


SEVERAL  hundred  dollars 
worth  of  vegetables  was  the 
splendid  contribution  of  the 
Broadview  Y.  M.  C.  A.  boys  of 
Toronto  towards  increase  of  food 
production  last  season. 

There  exists  a  world  shortage  of 
food.  Hundreds  of  thousands  of 
Canadian  soldiers  are  now  con- 
sumers instead  of  producers.  So 
you  see  that  every  bit  of  help  in 
growing  extra  food  supplies  is  of 
colossal  importance.  Every  home 
should  have  a  vegetable  garden. 


Helping  in  the  War.  TorofttoY.M.C.A.  boys 
doing  their  bit  by  growing  vegetables.  Each  boy 
loo  Iks  after  his  own  plot,  and  either  sells  the  vege- 
tables or  uses  them  at  home. 


Every  dollar's  worth  of  vesretables 
you  grow  saves  money  otherwise  spent 
for  vegetables  or  gives  you  vegetables 
you  would  not  otherwise  have,  and  thus 
helps  to  lower  the  "high  cost  of  living." 


Growing  vegetables  saves  the  labor  of 
others  whose  effort  is  urgently  needed 
for  other  vital  work.  Boys,  girls,  grown- 
ups— everyone  should  help.  Let  the 
slogan  for  1917  be 


"A  vegetable  garden  for  every  home" 


Who  doesn't  enjoy  nice,  fresh, 
juicy  vegetables  on  the  table  every 
day !  Isn't  it  well  worth  everyone's 
while  to  grow  vegetables  this 
spring?  Decide  now.  Boys  and 
girls,  ask  your  parents  for  the  use 
of  the  ground  and  their  help. 
They  will  gladly  give  you  both. 
Grown-ups  should  plan  now  to 
have  a  garden. 

Horticultural  societies,  lodges, 
school  boards,  etc.,  are  invited  to 
encourage  vegetable  growing  by 
every  one.  Parents  and  guardians 
are  requested  to  give  boys  and 
girls  their  co-operation. 


It  is  .suggested  that  organizations 
arrange  for  addres.ses  on  vegetable 
growing  by  local  expert  gardeners. 
If  these  are  not  available,  the  De- 
partment will  endeavor  to  send  a 
speaker.  It  is  urgently  requested 
that  applications  for  speakers  be 
made  promptly,  as-  the  demand  for 
them  will  be  great  and  the  supply 
of  available  experts  is  limited. 

The  Department  of  Agriculture 
suggests  stimulating  interest  by 
forming  organizations  to  offer 
prizes  for  best  vegetable  gardens. 
Every  possible  as.si  stance  will  be 
given  any  organization  encourag- 


ing     vegetable      production      on 
vacant  lots 

You  do  not  need  to  be  an  ex- 
pert. Scarcely  any  plot  of  ground 
is  too  small.  Just  write  a  letter  to 
the  Ontario  Department  of  Agri- 
culture (address  below)  and  you 
will  receive  literature  telling  all 
about  vegetable  growing,  how  to 
prepare  the  ground  and  cultivate 
the  crop;  also  a  plan  showing 
suitable  vegetables  to  grow,  b&st 
varieties  for  Ontario,  and  their 
arrangement  in  the  garden.  These 
will  be  sent  free  on  request.  Attend 
the  meetings  in  your  community. 


Write  for  Poultry  Bulletin — The  high  prices  for  eggs  make  a  flock  of  poultry  well  worth  while.     They 
are  not  expensive  to  keep.    In  the  average  home  the  waste  from  the  table  is  sufficient.   Write  for  bulletin. 

Ontario  Department  of  Agriculture 


W.  H.  Hearst,  Minister  of  Agriculture 


Address  letters  to  "Vegetable  Campaign" 
Departmenttof  Agricalture.  Parliament  Buildinss,  Toronto 


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ground.  By  being  alive  to  possibilities, 
many  opportunities  will  crop  up  for  in- 
troducing charming  effects.  One  of  the 
most  gorgeous  pieces  of  color  work  I  have 
even  seen  was  the  result  of  planting  Vir- 
ginia creeper  at  the  foot  of  a  clump  of 
small  firs  on  the  grounds  of  a  country 
residence.  In  a  short  time  it  had  clam- 
bered up  amongst  the  dark  foliage  and 
festooned  it  with  graceful  sprays.  In 
summer  the  foliage  showed  light  green 
against  dark,  but  in  autumn  when  every 
leaf  was  vivid  carmine,  the  effect  was 
strikingly  beautiful. 

This  year  more  than  ever  before,  town- 
dwellers  will  want  to  make  the  most  of 
their  kitchen  gardens.  With  food  prices 
steadily  soaring,  the  luxury  and  economy 
of  home-grown  vegetables  cannot  be  ig- 
nored; at  the  same  time  the  plot  can  be 
made  a  place  of  beauty.  If  space  can  be 
afforded  the  flower  border  may  be  con- 
tinued through  the  vegetable  garden ;  pos- 
sibly flowers  for  cutting  could  be  grown 
here  for  the  market.  A  few  scarlet  run- 
ners and  hollyhocks  against  the  back 
fence  give  a  piquant  note  of  color,  while 
some  of  our  common  vegetables  like 
asparagus,  parsley,  and  the  rambling 
growth  of  the  vegetable  marrow  are  al- 
most handsome  enough  to  cultivate  for 
their  looks  alone. 

A  new  interest  as  well  as  a  new  satis- 
faction and  economy  will  come  from  plant- 
ing a  greater  variety  of  vegetables  this 
year.  Brussels  sprouts,  the  most  deli- 
cately flavored  vegetable  of  the  cabbage 
tribe,  are  little  known  in  our  home  gar- 
dens. Swiss  chard,  one  of  the  most  ap- 
petizing of  the  green  vegetables  comes  up 
again  so  quickly  after  cutting  that  it  is 
invaluable  as  an  all-summer  delicacy. 
The  leaves  and  stalks  may  be  used  as 
greens  or  the  stalks  may  be  cooked  like 
asparagu*.  Kale  should  also  be  consid- 
ered indispensable  in  every  garden  since 
it  comes  into  season  late  in  the  fall  when 
frost  has  killed  all  other  greens.  These 
and  others  like  the  okra  and  endive,  as 
well  as  the  staple  varieties  generally  culti- 
vated, will  repay  the  gardener  ten  times 
over  in  actual  money  value  this  year. 

In  the  city  garden,  in  order  that  maxi- 
mum crops  may  be  produced  from  a  mini- 
mum space,  it  is  essential  that  the  ground 
be  kept  fully  occupied  all  the  time.  This 
means  not  only  that  the  rows  of  vege- 
tables will  be  planted  close  together,  but 
that  short-season  crops  will  be  planted 
between  the  rows,  and  even  the  plants  of 
longer-season  crops,  and  that  as  soon  as 
one  crop  is  harvested  another  will  be 
planted  in  its  place.  Also,  transplanting 
may  be  practised  to  a  considerable  extent 
to  save  space  during  the  early  growth  of 
the  plants.  The  full  amount  of  space  re- 
quired by  a  given  plant  at  maturity  is 
allotted  to  that  plant  the  shortest  possible 
time.  Extremely  rapid  growth  is  made 
possible  by  making  the  soil  very  rich  and 
applying  water  copiously.  The  land  is 
kept  at  work  from  early  spring  till  late 
in  autumn,  and  two  or  even  three  crops 
may  be  harvested  from  the  same  area. 

Since  planting  must  be  close,  and  a 
large  amount  of  edible  product  secured 
from  each  square  foot  of  ground,  it  will 
be  necessary  to  omit  from  a  garden  of 
this  kind  some  of  the  larger-growing  vege- 
tables which  yield  a  relatively  small  edible 
product  for  the  amount  of  space  occupied. 
Sweet  corn,  melons  and  squashes  will, 
therefore,  be  omitted,  and  the  garden 
devoted  chiefly  to  such  crops  as  lettuce, 
radishes,   parsley,   cress,   mustard,   beets, 


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A  Greenhouse  and  Garage 

in  a  City  Garden 

Beauty  and  Utility  comhiiie  in  this  biiiklin<;:. 
Economy  is  considered,  too,  for  the  same 
heating  plant  serves  both  greenhouse  and 
garage. 

This  is  but  one  of  the  many  combinations  for 
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chard,  carrots,  onions  from  sets,  string 
beans,  and  turnips;  though- cabbage,  spin- 
ach, peas,  peppers  tomatoes,  and  even  cu- 
cumbers may  sometimes  be  included.  If 
tomatoes  are  grown  they  are  trained  in 
an  upright  position,  so  that  comparatively 
little  ground  space  is  occupied. 

A  selection  of  vegetables  and  their  ar- 
rangement for  a  small  city  garden  might 
be  as  follows: 

Row    1 — Onion   sets   (six  inclies   from  edge  of 
garden). 
2 — Radishes,  followed  by  tomatoes. 
3 — ^Karly   beets. 
4 — Early   beets. 

5 — Lettuce,  followed    liy   tomatoes. 
G — ^Cress. 
7 — Dwarf  peas. 

S — Onion   sets,  followed   by   pepiiers. 
9 — Dwarf  peas. 
10 — Spinach,    followed    by    string    beans, 

followed  by  lettuce. 
11— Karly   turnips. 
"      12— Spinach,    followed     by    sti'ing    beans. 

followed   by  lettuce. 
"      1.3 — Early  carrots. 
"      14 — Parsley. 

15 — Lettuce,  second  planting. 
••      16— Chard. 

1" — Radishes,  second  planting. 
"      18— Early     cabbages,     followed     by     late 

string  beans. 
"      19 — Radishes,   third   planting. 

In  the  original  plantings  the  row.s 
may  be  only  one  foot  apart.  When  the 
harvesting  of  the  radishes,  lettuce,  green 
onions  and  spinach  begins,  if  care  is  taken 
to  remove  plants  first  from  definite  spots 
spaced  at  proper  intervals,  the  tomatoes, 
peppers  and  string  beans  can  be  planted 
in  the  same  rows  considerably  before  the 
harvesting  of  these  early  crops  is  com- 
pleted. The  early  beets,  cress  and  peas 
in  the  intervening  rows  can  be  harvested 
before  the  tomatoes  and  peppers  need  all 
the  space.  Likewise  the  turnips,  carrots 
and  second  plantings  of  lettuce  and  rad- 
ishes will  be  removed  by  the  time  the 
string  beans,  parsley,  chard,  and  cabbage 
begin-  to  crowd  for  room. 


The  Gun  Brand 

Continued  from  page  83. 

CHE  GLANCED  toward  the  fires  of  the 
^  rivermen  where  the  dark-skinned, 
long-haired  sons  of  the  wild  squatted  close 
about  the  flames  over  which  pots  boiled, 
grease  fried,  and  chunks  of  red  meat 
browned  upon  the  ends  of  long  toasting- 
sticks.  The  girl's  heart  leaped  with  the 
wild  freedom  of  it.  A  sense  of  might  and 
of  power  surged  through  her  veins. 
These  men  were  her  men — hers  to  com- 
mand. Savages  and  half-savages  whose 
work  it  was  to  do  her  bidding — and  who 
performed  their  work  well.  The  night 
was  calling  her — the  vague,  portentous 
night  of  the  land  beyond  ourtpostis. 
Slowly  she  passed  the  fires,  and  on  along 
the  margin  of  the  river  whose  waters, 
black  and  forbidding,  reached  into  the 
north. 

"The  unconquered  north."  she  breathed, 
as  she  stood  upon  a  water-lapped  boulder 
and  gazed  into  the  impenetrable  dark. 
And,  as  she  gazed,  before  her  mind's  eye 
rose  a  victim.  The  scattered  teepees  of 
the  northland,  smoke-blackened,  filthy, 
stinking  with  the  reek  of  ill-tanned  skins, 
resolved  themselves  into  a  village  be- 
side a  broad,  smooth-flowing  river. 

The  teepees  faded,  and  in  their  place 
appeared  rows  of  substantial  log  cabins, 
each  with  its  yard  of  trimmed  grass,  and 
its  beds  of  gay  flowers.    Broad  streets  se- 


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parated  the  rows.  The  white  spire 
of  a  church  loomed  proudly  at  the 
end  of  a  street.  From  the  doorways 
dark,  full-bodied  women  smiled 
happily- — their  faces  clean,  and 
their  long,  black  hair  caught  back 
with  artistic  bands  of  quill  embroid- 
ery, as  they  called  to  the  clean 
brown  children  who  played  light- 
heartedly  in  the  grassed  dooryards. 
Tall,  lean-shouldered  men,  whose 
.swarthy  faces  glowed  with  the  love 
of  their  labor,  toiled  gladly  in  fields 
of  yellow  grain,  or  sang  and  called 
to  one  another  in  the  forest  where 
the  ring  of  their  axes  was  drowned 
in  the  crash  of  falling  trees. 

Her  vision  of  the  north — the  con- 
quered north — her  north ! 

I  HE  GIRL  started  nervously. 
-'■  Her  brain-picture  resolved  into 
the  formless  dark.  From  the  black 
waters,  almost  at  her  feet,  sounded, 
raucous  and  loud,  the  voice  of  the 
great  loon.  Frenzied,  maniacal, 
hideous  rang  the  night-shattering 
laughter.  The  uncouth  mockery  of 
the  raw — the  defiance  of  the  un- 
sonquerable  north! 

With  a  shudder,  Chloe  turned 
and  fled  toward  the  red-flaring  fires. 
In  that  moment  a  feeling  of  defeat 
surged  over  her — of  heart-sickening 
lopelessness.  The.  figures  at  the 
ires  were  unkempt,  dirty,  revolt- 
ng,  as  they  gorged  and  tore  at  the 
lalf-cooked  meat  into  which  their 
;rellow  fangs  drove  deep  as  the  red 
jlood  squirted  and  trickled  from  the 
orners  of  their  mouths  to  drip 
anheeded  upon  the  sweat-stiffened 
otton  of  their  shirts.  Savages! 
\nd  she,  Chloe  Elliston,  at  the  very 
gateway  of  her  empire,  fled  incon- 
inently  to  the  protection  of  their 
ires! 

Wide  awake  upon  her  blanket,  in 
;he  smudge-pungent  tent  where  her 
wo  companions  slept  heavily,  Chloe 
at  late  into  the  night  staring 
;hrough  the  mosquito-barred  en- 
rance  toward  the  narrow  strip  of 
)each  where  the  dying  fires  of  the 
cowmen  glowed  sullenly  in  the 
larkness,  pierced  now  and  again  by 
he  fitful  glare  of  a  wind-whipped 
)rand.  Two  stilLforms  wrapped  in 
agged  blankets,  lay  like  logs  where 
;leep  had  overcome  them. 

A  short  distance  removed  from 
he  others,  the  fire  of  Vermilion 
mrned  brightly.  Between  this  fire 
ind  a  heavily  smoking  smudge,  four 
nen  played  cards  upon  a  blanket 
pread  upon  the  ground.  Silently, 
ave  for  an  occasional  grunt  or 
pumbled  word,  they  played — deal- 
ng,  tossing  into  the  centre  the 
imount  of  their  bets,  leaning  for- 
vard  to  rake  in  a  pot,  or  throwing 
lown  their  cards  in  disgust,  to 
iwait  the  next  deal. 

The  scene  was  intriflsically  sav- 
'ige.  At  the  end  of  the  day's  work, 
irimitive  man  followed  primitive 
nstinct.  Gorged  to  repletion,  they 
lept,  or  wasted  their  substance 
rith  the  improvidence  of  jungle- 
teasts.  And  these  were  the  men 
jhloe  Elliston  had  pictured  labor- 
ng  joyously  in  the  upbuilding  of 
lomes!  Once  more  the  feeling  of 
lopelessness  came  over  her — seem- 
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a  great  wave  of  longing  carried  her  back 
to  the  land  of  her  own  people — the  land 
of  convention  and  sophistry. 

Could  it  be  that  they  were  right?  They 
who  had  scoffed,  and  ridiculed,  and  for- 
bade her?  What  could  she  do  in  the 
refashioning  of  a  world-old  wild?  One 
woman  against  the  established  creeds  of 
an  iron  wilderness?  Where,  now,  were 
her  dreams  of  empire,  her  ideals,  and 
her  castles  in  Spain?  Was  she  to  return, 
broken  on  the  wheel?  Crushed  between 
the  adamantine  millstones  of  things  as 
they  ought  to  be? 

The  resolute  lips  drooped,  a  hot  salt 
tear  blurred  Vermilion's  camp-fire  and 
distorted  the  figures  of  the  gambling 
scowmen.  She  closed  her  eyes  tightly. 
The  writhing  green  shadow-shapes  lost 
form,  dimmed,  and  resolved  themselves 
into  an  image — a  lean,  lined  face  with 
rapier-blade  eyes  gazed  upon  her  from 
the  blackness — the  face  of  Tiger  Elliston ! 

Instantly,  the  full  force  and  determina- 
tion of  her  surged  through  the  girl's  veins 
anew.  The  drooping  lips  stiffened.  Her 
heart  sang  with  the  joy  of  conquest.  The 
tight-pressed  lids  flew  open,  and  for  a 
long  time  she  watched  the  shadow-dance 
of  the  flames  on  her  tent  wall.  Dim,  and 
elusive,  and  far  away  faded  the  dancing 
shadow-shapes — and   she  slept. 

'^'  OT  SO  Vermilion,  who,  when  his 
■'■  ^  companions  tired  of  their  game  and 
sought  their  blankets,  sat  and  "rtared  into 
the  embers  of  his  dying  fire.  The  half- 
breed  was  troubled.  As  boss  of  Pierre  La- 
pierre's  scowmen,  a  toll  of  a  master  mind, 
a  unit  of  a  system,  he  had  prospered.  But 
no  longer  was  he  a  unit  of  a  syscem. 
From  the  moment  Chloe  Elliston  had 
bargained  with  him  for  the  transportation 
of  her  outfit  into  the  wilderness,  the  man's 
brain  had  been  active  in  formulating  a 
plan. 

This  woman  was  rich.  One  who  is  not 
rich  cannot  afford  to  transport  thirty-odd 
tons  of  outfit  into  the  heart  of  the  wild- 
erness, at  the  tariff  of  fifteen  cents  the 
pound.  So,  throughout  the  days  of  the 
journey,  the  man  gazed  with  avarice  upon 
the  piles  of  burlapped  pieces,  while  his 
brain  devised  the  scheme.  Thereafter 
in  the  dead  of  night,  occurred  many 
whispered  consultations,  as  Vermilion 
won  over  his  men.  He  chose  shrewdly, 
for  these  men  knew  Pierre  Lapierre,  and 
well  they  knew  what  portion  would  be 
theirs  should  the  scheme  of  Vermilion 
miscarry. 

At  last,  the  selection  had  been  made, 
and  five  of  che  most  desperate  ana  daring 
of  all  the  rivermen  had,  by  the  lure  of 
much  gold,  consented  to  cast  loose  from 
the  system  and  "go  it  alone."  The  first 
daring  move  in  the  undertaking  had  suc- 
ceeded— a  move  that,  in  itself,  bespoke 
the  desperate  character  of  its  perpetra- 
tors, for  it  was  no  accident  that  sent  the 
head  scow  plunging  down  through  the 
Chute  in  the  darkness. 

But,  in  the  breast  of  Vermilion,  as  he 
sat  alone  beside  his  camp-fire,  was  no 
sense  of  elation — and  in  the  heart  of  him 
was  a  great  fear.  For,  despite  the  ut- 
most secrecy  among  the  conspirators,  the 
half-breed  knew  that  even  at  that  mo- 
ment, somewhere  to  the  northward,  Pierre 
Lapierre  had  learned  of  his  plot. 

Eight  days  had  elapsed  since  the  mys- 
terious disappearance  of  Chenoine — and 
Chenoine,  it  was  whispered,  was  half- 
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Vermilion  crouched  beside  his  camp-fire 
and  cursed  the  slowness  of  the  coming 
of  the  day.  For  well  he  knew  that  when 
a  man  double-crossed  Pierre  Lapierre,  he 
must  get  away  with  it — or  die.  Many 
had  died.  The  black  eyes  flashed  dan- 
gerously. He  —  Vermilion  — •  would  get 
away  with  it!  He  glanced  toward  the 
sleeping  forms  of  the  five  scowmen  and 
shuddered.  He,  Vermilion,  knew  that  he 
was  afraid  to  sleep! 

For  an  instant  he  thought  of  abandon- 
ing the  plan.  It  was  not  too  late.  The 
other  scows  could  be  run  through  in  the- 
morning,  and,  if  Pierre  Lapierre  came, 
would  it  not  be  plain  that  Chenoine  had 
lied?  But,  even  with  the  thought,  the 
avaricious  gleam  leaped  into  the  man's 
eyes,  and  with  a  muttered  imprecation, 
he  greeted  the  first  faint  light  of  dawn. 

r^HLOE  ELLISTON  opened  her  eyes 
^^  sleepily  in  answer  to  a  gruff  call  from 
without  her  tent.  A  few  minutes  later 
she  stepped  out  into  the  gray  of  the  morn- 
ing, followed  by  her  two  companions. 
Vermilion  was  waiting  for  her  as  he 
watched  the  scowmen  breaking  open  the 
freight  pieces  and  making  up  hurried 
trail-packs  of  provisions. 

"Tam  to  mush!"  said  the  man  tersely. 

"But  where  are  the  other  scows?" 
asked  Chloe,  glancing  toward  the  bank 
where  the  scow  was  being  rapidly  un- 
loaded. "And  what  is  the  meaning  of 
this?"  Here,  you!"  she  cried,  as  a  half- 
breed  ripped  the  burlap  from  a  bale. 
"Stop  that!  That's  mine!"  By  her  side, 
Vermilion  laughed,  a  short,  harsh  laugh, 
and  the  girl  turned. 

"De  scow,  she  not  com'.  We  leave  de 
rivaire.  We  tak'  'long  be  grub,  eh?"  The 
man's  tone  was  truculent — insulting. 

Chloe  flushed  with  anger.  "I  am  not 
going  to  leave  the  river!  Why  should  I 
leave  the  river?" 

Again  the  man  laughed;  there  was  no 
need  for  concealment  now.  "Me,  Ver- 
milion, I'm  know  de  good  plac'  back  in 
de  hills.  We  go  for  stay  dere  till  you 
pay  de  money." 

"Money?     What  money?" 

"Un  hondre  t'ousan'  dollaire  —  cash! 
You  pay,  Vermilion — he  tak'  you  back. 
You  no  pay "  The  man  shrugged  sig- 
nificantly. 

The  girl  stared,  dumbfounded.  "What 
do  you  mean?  One  hundred  thousand 
dollars!     Are  you  crazy?" 

The  man  stepped  close,  his  eyes  gleam- 
ing wickedly.  "You  reech.  You  pay  un 
hondre  t'ousan'  dollaire,  or,  ba  gar,  you 
nevaire  com'  out  de  bush!" 

Chloe  laughed  in  derision.  "Oh!  I 
am  kidnapped!  Is  that  it?  How  roman- 
tic!" The  man  scowled.  "Don't  be  a 
fool,  Vermilion !  Do  you  suppose  I  came 
into  this  country  with  a  hundred  thou- 
sand dollars  in  cash — or  even  a  tenth  of 
that  amount?" 

The  man  shrugged  indifferently.  "Non, 
but  you  mak'  de  write  on  de  papaire,  an' 
Menard,  he  ta'  heem  to  de  bank — Ed- 
monton —  Preence  Albert.  He  git  de 
money.  By-m-by,  two  mont'  me'be,  he 
com'  back.  Den,  Vermilion,  he  ta'  you 
close  to  de  H.  B.  post — bien!  You  kin  go 
horn',  an'  Vermilion,  he  go  ver'  far  away." 

/^  HLOE  suddenly  realized  that  the  man 
^-'  was  in  earnest.  Her  eyes  flashed  over 
the  swarthy,  villainous  faces  of  the  scow- 
men, and  the  seriousness  of  the  situation 
dawned  upon  her.  She  knew,  now,  that 
the  separating  of  the  scows  was  the  first 


move  in  a  deep-laid  scheme.  Her  brain 
worked  rapidly.  It  was  evident  that  the 
men  on  the  other  scows  were  not  party 
to  the  plot,  or  Vermilion  would  not  have 
risked  running  the  Chute  in  the  darkness. 
She  glanced  up  the  river.  Would  the 
other  scows  come  on?  It  was  her  one 
hope.  She  must  play  for  time.  Harriet 
Penny  sobbed  aloud,  and  Big  Lena  glow- 
ered. Again  Chloe  laughed  into  the 
scowling  face  of  the  half-breed.  "What 
about  the  Mounted?  When  they  find  I 
am  missing  there  will  be  an  investiga- 
tion." 

For  answer,  Vermilion  pointed  toward 
the  river-bank,  where  the  men  were  work- 
ing with  long  poles  in  the  overturning  of 
the  scow.  "We  shove  heem  out  in  de 
rivaire.  W'en  dey  fin',  dey  t'ink  she  mak' 
for  teep  ovaire  in  de  Chute.  Voild!  Dey 
say:  'Een  de  dark  she  run  on  de  rock' — 
pouf!"  he  signified  eloquently  the  instan- 
taneous snuffing  out  of  lives.  Even  as  he 
spoke  the  scow  overturned  with  a  splash, 
and  the  scowmen  pushed  it  out  into  the 
river,  where  it  floated  bottom  upward, 
turning  lazily  in  the  grips  of  an  eddy. 
The  girl's  heart  sank  as  her  eyes  rested 
upon  the  overturned  scow.  Vermilion  had 
plotted  cunningly.  He  drew  closer  now 
— leering  horribly. 

"You  mak'  write  on  de  papaire — non?" 

A  swift  anger  surged  in  the  girl's  heart. 

"No!"  she  cried.  "I  will  not  write!  I 
have  no  such  amount  in  any  bank  this 
side  of  San  Francisco!  But  if  I  had  a 
million  dollars,  you  would  not  get  a  cent! 
You  can't  bluff  me!" 

"W"  ERMILION  sprang  toward  her  with 
'  a  snarl;  but  before  he  could  lay  hands 
upon  her  Big  Lena,  with  a  roar  of  rage, 
leaped  past  the  girl  and  drove  a  heavy 
stick  of  firewood  straight  at  the  half- 
breed's  head.  The  man  ducked  swiftly, 
and  the  billet  thudded  against  his  should- 
er, staggering  him.  Instantly  two  of  the 
scowmen  threw  themselves  upon  the 
woman  and  bore  her  to  the  ground,  where 
she  fought,  tooth  and  nail,  while  they 
pinioned  her  arms.  Vermilion,  his  face 
livid,  seized  Chloe  roughly.  The  girl 
shrank  in  terror  from  the  grip  of  the 
thick,  grimy  fingers  and  the  glare  of  the 
envenomed  eyes  that  blazed  from  the  dis- 
torted, brutish   features. 

"Stand  back!" 

The  command  came  sharp  and  quick 
in  a  low,  hard  voice  —  the  voice  of  auth- 
ority. Vermilion  whirled  with  a  snarl. 
Uttering  a  loud  cry  of  fear,  one  of  the 
scowmen  dashed  into  the  bush,  closely 
followed  by  two  of  his  companions.  Two 
men  advanced  swiftly  and  noiselessly 
from  the  cover  of  the  scrub.  Like  a 
flash,  the  half-breed  jerked  a  revolver 
from  his  belt  and  fired.  Chenoine  fell 
dead.  Before  Vermilion  could  fire  again 
the  other  man,  with  the  slightest  per- 
ceptible movement  of  his  right  hand,  fired 
from  the  hip.  The  revolver  dropped  from 
the  half-breed's  hand.  He  swayed  un- 
steadily for  a  few  seconds,  his  eyes 
widening  into  a  foolish,  surprised  stare. 
He  half-turned  and  opened  his  lips  to 
speak.  Pink  foam  reddened  the  corners 
of  his  mouth  and  spattered  in  tiny  drops 
upon  his  chin.  He  gasped  for  breath  with 
a  spasmodic  heave  of  the  shoulders.  A 
wheezing,  gurgling  sound  issued  from  his 
throat,  and  a  torrent  of  blood  burst  from 
his  lips  and  splashed  upon  the  ground. 
With  eyes  wildly  rolling,  he  clutched 
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Hambridge  Opens 
His  Eyes 

"Fight  the  case  if  you  are  determined  on 
it,  but  I  give  it  as  my  opinion  that  you  will 
lose  it,  and  it  will  do  you  no  good  in  a 
business  way  to  give  the  publicity  of  a 
trial  to  your  own  neglect  to  provide  the 
best  possible  equipment." 

So  spake  Lawyer  Bennett  to  James  Ham- 
bridge,  president  of  The  Hambridge  Candy 
Co.  One  of  Hambridge 's  employees,  Ben 
Collins,  had  been  seriously  scalded  when  a 
large  candy  kettle  had  burst,  and  an  action 
for  damages  against  the  company  had  been 
instituted.  The  company  had  resolved  to 
fight  the  ease. 

"You  say,  Mr.  Hambridge,"  said  hU  eross- 
exanilner  at  the  trial,  "that  you  had  exercised 
all  reasonable  care  and  precautions  to  prevent 
an  accident  of  this  sort.  Are  you  sincere  In 
this  contention?" 
"I  «m." 

"The  accident  wasi  due  to  an  excessive  steaui- 
pressure  In  the  "jacket"  of  the  steam-heated 
(andy  kettle.  The  steam  pressure  Is  indicated 
liy  a  gauge;  and  your  point  is  that  Collins 
should  have  used  the  means  provided  to  lower 
the  pressure  by  closing  down  the  globe  valve 
that  admits  the  steam  to  the  kettle.  This  Is 
your  contention,  is  it  not?" 
"It  is." 

"About  this  globe  valve,  Mr.  Hambridge,  Is  It 
.nutomatlc  in  its  action?" 
"It  l.s  not." 

"It  is  necessary  for  the  attendant  to  control 
the  supply  of  steam  by  definite  action  on  his 
part.  lie  must,  as  I  understand  matters,  pull 
a  chain  or  cord,  thus  closing  the  valve,  and 
thereby  lowering  the  pressure  to  a  safe 
amount.  This  is  the  procedure,  is  it  net?" 
"It  Is." 

"Now,  Mr.  Hambridge,  leaving  Collins  out  of 
the  question  for  the  moment,  let  me  ask  you 
about  pressure  reducing  valves,  as  I  beli 
they  are  called.  There  are  mechanisms  of  this 
sort.  I  believe,  that  are  automatic.  Is  not  this 
so?" 

"I  think  you  are  right,  hut  personally  I  do 
not  know  much  about  contrivances  of  this 
sort." 

"But  your  impression  is  that  there  are  auto- 
matic pressure  reducing  valves  which  reduce 
the  supply  of  steam  whenever  the  pressure 
reaches  a  certain  point  which  we  shall  call 
the  danger  point.  You  know^  this  more  or  less. 
do  yon  not?" 
"I  do." 

"Now.  Mr.  Hambridge,  If  your  candy  kettle 
had  lieen  protected  by  an  automatic  pressure 
reducing  valve,  the  probability  Is  that  this 
accident  would  not  have  occurred.  Is  this  a 
reasonable  conclusion?" 
"I  suppose  so." 

"That  will  do,  thank  you,  Mr.  Hambridge. 
Call  Mr.  West." 

West  is  the  engineer  of  The  Hambridge  Candy 
Company.  In  his  evidence  he  admitted  that 
he  knew  of  automatic  pressure  reducing 
valves;  that  he  had  reconnnended  several 
mouths  before,  the  installation  of  one  of  Dar- 
ling Brothers'  pressure  reducing  valvess  an 
automatic  safety  device,  guaranteed  to  oper- 
ate successfully ;  and  that  his  recommendation 
had  been  "turned  down"  on  accr.nut  of  tlie 
cost  ot  same  (ranging  from  $30  to  .$130,  ac- 
cortling    to    size). 

A  verdict  of  $1,500  In  favor  of  the  plaintiff 
was  given,   with   costs. 

.\dd  to  this  the  cost  of  a  new  kettle,  the  re^ 
pair  of  other  damage  done,  the  loss  of  time 
and  stock;  the  worth  of  the  time -of  prin- 
cipals and  staff  a.s  witnesses;  and  legal  fees; 
and  you  get  some  idea  of  wh.it  It  cost  the 
Ilambrtdge  Candy  Company  to  reject  West's 
recommendation. 

Incidentally,  It  may  be  stated  that  siuee  the 
Collins'  accident  D;irling  Brothers'  automatic 
pressure  reducing  valves  have  replaced  the 
old-fashioned  globe  valves  In  the  Hambridge 
Candy  Company's  plant. 

Automatic  Pressure  Reducing  Valves  for  any 
service  arc  sold  by  Darling  Brothers,  Limited, 
Montreal,  Canada,  to  whom  correspondence 
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frantically  at  the  breast  of  his  cotton 
shirt  and  pitched  heavily  into  the  smol- 
dering ashes  of  the  fire  at  the  feet  of  the 
stranger. 

But  few  seconds  had  elapsed  since 
Chloe  felt  the  hand  of  Vermilion  close 
about  her  v^rist — tense,  frenzied  seconds, 
to  the  mind  of  the  girl,  who  gazed  in  be- 
wilderment upon  the  bodies  of  the  two 
dead  men  which  lay  almost  touching  each 
other. 

np  HE  MAN  who  had  ordered  Vermilion 
-*■  to  release  her,  and  who  had  fired  the 
shot  that  had  killed  him,  stood  calmly 
watching  four  lithe-bodied  canoemen  se- 
curely bind  the  arms  of  the  two  scowmen 
who  had  attacked  Big  Lena. 

So  sudden  had  been  the  transition  from 
terror  to  relief  in  her  heart  that  the  scene 
held  nothing  of  repugnanc'e  to  the  girl, 
who  was  conscious  only  of  a  feeling  of 
peace  and  security.  She  even  smiled  into 
the  eyes  of  her  deliverer,  who  had  turned 
his  attention  from  his  canoemen  and 
stood  before  her,  his  soft-brimmed  Stet- 
son in  his  hand. 

"Oh!  I — I  thank  you!"  exclaimed  the 
girl,  at  a  loss  for  words. 

The  man  bowed  low.  "It  is  nothing. 
I  am  glad  to  have  been  of  some  slight 
service."  Something  in  the  tone  of  the 
well-modulated  voice,  the  correct  speech, 
the  courtly  manner,  thrilled  the  girl 
strangely.  It  was  all  so  unexpected — so 
out  of  place,  here  in  the  wild.  She  felt 
the  warm  color  mount  to  her  face. 

"Who  are  you?"  she  asked  abruptly. 

"I  am  Pierre  Lapierre,"  answered  the 
man  in  the  same  low  voice. 

In  spite  of  herself,  Chloe  startled 
slightly,  and  instantly  she  knew  that  the 
man  had  noticed.  He  smiled,  with  just 
an  appreciable  tightening  at  the  corners 
of  the  mouth,  and  his  eyes  narrowed  al- 
most imi)erceptibly.     He  continued: 

"And  now.  Miss  Elliston,  if  you  will 
retire  to  your  tent  for  a  few  moments,  I 
will  have  these  removed."  He  indicated 
the  bodies.  "You  see,  I  know  your  name. 
The  good  Chenoine  told  me.  He  it  was 
who  warned  me  of  Vermilion's  plot  in 
time  for  me  to  frustrate  it.  Of  course, 
I  should  have  rescued  you  later.  I  hold 
myself  responsible  for  the  safe  conduct 
of  all  who  travel  in  my  scows.  But  it 
would  have  been  at  the  expense  of  much 
time  and  labor,  and,  very  possibly,  of  hu- 
man life  as  well — an  incident  regrettable 
always,  but  not  always  avoidable." 

Chloe  nodded,  and,  with  her  thoughts 
in  a  whirl  of  confusion,  turned  and  en- 
tered her  tent,  where  Harriet  Penny  lay 
sobbing  hysterically,  with  her  blankets 
drawn  over  her  head. 

CHAPTER  III. 

PIERRE  LAPIERRE. 

A  HALF-HOUR  later,  when  Chloe 
•^*-  again  ventured  from  the  tent,  all 
evidence  of  the  struggle  had  disappeared. 
The  bodies  of  the  two  dead  men  had  been 
removed,  and  the  canoemen  were  busily 
engaged  in  gathering  together  and  restor- 
ing the  freight  pieces  that  had  been 
ripped  open  by  the  scowmen. 

Lapierre  advanced  to  meet  her,  his 
carefully  creased  Stetson  in  his  hand. 

"I  have  sent  word  for  the  other  scows 
to  come  on  at  once,  and  in  the  mean 
time,  while  my  men  attend  to  the  freight, 
may  we  not  talk?" 

Chloe    assented,    and    the    two    seated 


themselves  upon  a  log.  It  was  then,  for 
the  first  time,  that  the  girl  noticed  that 
one  side  of  Lapierre's  face — ^the  side  he 
had  managed  to  keep  turned  from  her — 
was  battered  and  disfigured  by  some  re- 
cent misadventure.  Noticed,  too,  the 
really  fine  features  of  him  —  the  dark, 
deep-set  eyes  that  seemed  to  smolder  in 
their  depths,  the  thin,  aquiline  nose,  the 
shapely  lips,  the  clean-cut  lines  of  cheek 
and  jaw. 

"You  have  been  hurt!"  she  cried. 
"You  have  met  with  an  accident!" 

The  man  smiled,  a  smile  in  which  cyni- 
cism blended  with  amusement. 

"Hardly  an  accident,  I  think.  Miss 
Elliston,  and,  in  any  event,  of  small  con- 
sequence." He  shrugged  a  dismissal  of 
the  subject  ,and  his  voice  assumed  a  light 
gaiety  of  tone. 

"May  we  not  become  better  acquaint- 
ed, we  two,  who  meet  in  this  far  place, 
where  travelers  are  few  and  worth  the 
knowing?"  There  was  no  cynicism  in  his 
smile  now,  and  without  waiting  for  a 
reply  he  continued:  "My  name  you  al- 
ready know.  I  have  only  to  add  that  I 
am  an  adventurer  in  the  wilds — explorer 
of  hinterlands,  free-trader,  freighter, 
sometime  prospector  —  causal  cavalier." 
He  arose,  swept  the  Stetson  from  his 
head,  and  bowed  with  mock  solemnity. 

"And  now,  fair  lady,  may  I  presume 
to  inquire  your  mission  in  this  land  of 
magnificent  wastes?"  Chloe's  laughter 
was  genuine  as  it  was  spontaneous. 

Lapierre's  light  banter  acted  as  a  tonic 
to  the  girl's  nerves,  harassed  as  they  were 
by  a  month's  travel  through  the  fly-bitten 
wilderness.  More — he  interested  her.  He 
was  diflferent.  As  different  from  the  half- 
breeds  and  Indian  canoemen  with  whom 
she  had  been  thrown  as  his  speech  was 
from  the  throaty  guttural  by  means  of 
which  they  exchanged  their  primitive 
ideas. 

"Pray  pause.  Sir  Cavalier,"  she 
smiled,  falling  easily  into  the  gaiety  of  the 
man's  mood.  "I  have  ventured  into  your 
wilderness  upon  a  most  unpoetic  mission. 
Merely  the  establishment  of  a  school  for 
the  education  and  betterment  of  the  In- 
dians of  the  north." 

A  MOMENT  of  silence  followed  the 
-^*-  girl's  words  —  a  moment  in  which 
she  was  sure  a  hard,  hostile  gleam  leaped 
into  the  man's  eyes.  A  trick  of  fancy, 
doubtless,  she  thought,  for  the  next  in- 
stant it  had  vanished.  When  next  he 
spoke,  his  air  of  light  raillery  was  gone, 
but  his  lips  smiled — a  smile  that  seemed 
to  the  girl  a  trifle  forced. 

"Ah,  yes,  Miss  Elliston.  May  I  ask 
at  whose  instigation  this  school  is  to  be 
established — and  where?"  He  was  not' 
looking  at  her  now,  his  eyes  sought  the 
river,  and  his  face  showed  only  a  rather 
finely  moulded  chin,  smooth-shavc-i! — and 
tt'e  lips,  with  their  smile  that  almost 
sneered. 

Instantly  Chloe  felt  that  a  barrier  had 
sprung  up  between  herself  and  this  mys- 
terious stranger  who  had  appeared  so  op- 
portunely out  of  the  northern  bush.  Whc 
was  he?  What  was  the  meaning  of  the 
old  factor's  whispered  warning?  And 
why  should  the  mention  of  her  school 
awake  disapproval,  or  arouse  his  antago- 
nism? Vaguely  she  realized  that  the  sud- 
den change  in  this  man's  attitude  hurt 
The  displeasure,  and  opposition,  and  ridi- 
cule of  her  own  people,  and  the  surly  in- 
difference of  the  rivermen,  she  had  over- 


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ridden  or  ignored.  This  man  she  could  not 
ignore.  Like  herself,  he  was  an  adven- 
turer of  untrodden  ways.  ,A  man  of  fancy, 
of  education  and  light-hearted  raillery, 
and  yet,  a  strong  man,  withal — a  man 
of  moment  evidently. 

She  remembered  the  sharp,  quick  words 
of  authority — the  words  that  caused  the 
villainous  Vermilion  to  whirl  with  a  snarl 
of  fear.  Remembered  also,  the  swift  sure 
shot  that  had  ended  Vermilion's  career, 
his  absolute  mastery  of  the  situation,  his 
lack  of  excitement  or  braggadocio,  and 
the  expressed  regret  over  the  necessity 
for  killing  the  man.  Remembered  the  ab- 
ject terror  in  the  eyes  of  those  who  fled 
into  the  bush  at  his  apearance,  and  the 
servility  of  the  canoemen. 

A  S  SHE  glanced  into  the  half-turned 
■^^  face  of  the  man,  Chloe  saw  that  the 
sneering  smile  had  faded  from  the  thin 
lips  as  he  awaited  her  answer. 

"At  m.y  otvn  instigation."  There  was 
an  underlying  hardness  of  defiance  in  her 
words,  and  the  firm,  sun-reddened  chin 
unconsciously  thrust  forward  beneath  the 
encircling  mosquito  net.  She  paused,  but 
the  man,  expressionless,  continued  to  gaze 
out  over  the  surface  of  the  river. 

"I  do  not  know  exactly  where,"  she 
continued,  "but  it  will  be  somewhere. 
Wherever  it  will  do  the  most  good.  Upon 
the  bank  of  some  river,  or  lake,  perhaps, 
where  the  people  of  the  wilderness  may 
come  and  receive  that  which  is  theirs  of 
right " 

"Theirs  of  right?"  The  man  looked 
into  her  face,  and  Chloe  saw  that  the  thin 
lips  again  smiled — this  time  with  a  quiz- 
zical smile  that  hinted  at  tolerant  amuse- 
ment.   The  smile  stung. 

"Yes,  theirs  of  right!"  she  flashed. 
"The  education  that  was  freely  offered 
to  me,  and  to  you — and  of  which  we 
availed  ourselves." 

For  a  long  time  the  man  continued  to 
gaze  in  silence,  and  when  at  length  he 
spoke,  it  was  to  ask  an  entirely  irrelevant 
question. 

"Miss  Elliston,  you  have  heard  my 
name  before?" 

The  question  came'  as  a  surprise,  and 
for  a  moment  Chloe  hesitated.  Then 
frankly,  and  looking  straight  into  his  eyes 
she  answered: 

"Yes,  I  haye." 

The  man  nodded,  "I  knew  you  had." 
He  turned  his  injured  eye  quickly  from 
the  dazzle  of  the  sunlight  that  flashed 
from  the  surface  of  the  river,  and  Chloe 
saw  that  it  was  discolored  and  bloodshot. 
She  arose,  and  stepping  to  his  side  laid 
her  hand  upon  his  arm. 

"You  are  hurt,"  she  said  earnestly, 
"your  eye  gives  you  pain." 

Beneath  her  fingers  the  girl  felt  the 
play  of  strong  muscles  as  the  arm  pressed 
against  her  hand.  Their  eyes  met,  and 
her  heart  quickened  with  a  strange  new 
thrill.      Hastily   she   averted   her   glance 

and  then The  man's  arm  suddenly 

was  withdrawn  and  Chloe  saw  that  his 
fist  had  clinched. 

"XXTITH  a  rush  the  words  brought  back 
'  ^'  to  him  the  scene  in  the  trading-room 
of  the  post  at  Fort  Rae.  The  low,  log- 
room,  piled  high  with  the  goods  of  barter. 
The  great  cannon  stove.  The  two  groups 
of  dark-visaged  Indians — his  own  Chip- 
pewayans,  and  MacNair's  Yellow  Knives, 
who  stared  in  stolid  indifference.  The 
trembling  excited  clerk.  The  grim  chief 
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watched  with  approving  eyes  while  two 
men  fought  in  the  wide  cleared  space  be- 
tween the  rough  counter  and  the  high-piled 
bales  of  woolens  and  strouds. 

Chloe  Elliston  drew  back  aghast.  The 
thin  lips  of  the  man  had  twisted  into  a 
snarl  of  rage,  and  a  living,  bestial  hate 
seemed  fairly  to  blaze  from  the  smolder- 
ing eyes,  as  Lapierre's  thoughts  dwelt 
upon  the  closing  moments  of  that  fight, 
when  he  felt  himself  giving  ground  before 
the  hammering,  smashing  blows  of  Bob 
MacNair's  big  fists.  Felt  the  tightening 
of  the  huge  arms  like  steel  bands  about 
his  body  when  he  rushed  to  a  clinch — 
bands  that  crushed  and  burned  so  that 
each  sobbing  breath  seemed  a  blade, 
white-hot  from  the  furnace,  stabbing  and 
searing  into  his  tortured  lungs. 

Felt  the  vital  force  and  strength  of  him 
ebb  and  weaken  so  that  the  lean,  slender 
fingers  that  groped  for  MacNair's  throat 
closed  feebly  and  dropped  limp  to  dangle 
impotently  from  his  nerveless  arms.  Felt 
the  sudden  release  of  the  torturing  bands 
of  steel,  the  life-giving  inrush  of  cool  air, 
and  dull  pain  as  his  dizzy  body  rocked  to 
the  shock  of  a  crashing  blow  upon  the 
jaw,  the  blazing  flash  of  the  blow  that 
closed  his  eye,  and  then-  wore  soul-sear- 
ing, and  of  deeper  hurt  than  the  blows 
that  battered  and  marred — the  feel  of 
thick  fingers  twisted  into  the  collar  of  his 
soft  shirt. 

Felt  himself  shaken  with  an  incredible 
ferocity  that  whipped  his  ankles  against 
floor  and  counter  edge.  And,  the  crown- 
ing indignity  of  all — felt  himself  dragged 
like  a  flayed  carcase  the  full  length  of  the 
room,  out  of  the  door,  and  jerked  to  his 
feet  upon  the  verge  of  the  steep  descent 
to  the  lake.  Felt  the  propelling  impact 
of  the  heavy  boot  that  sent  him  crashing 
headlong  into  the  underbrush  through 
which  he  rolled  and  tumbled  like  a  meal- 
bag,  to  bring  up  suddenly  in  the  cold 
water. 

npHE  WHOLE  scene  passed  through 
■'■  his  brain  as  dreams  flash  —  almost 
within  the  batting  of  an  eye.  Half-con- 
sciously,  he  saw  the  girl's  sudden  start, 
and  the  look  of  alarm  upon  her  face  as  she 
drew  back  from  the  glare  of  his  hate- 
flashing  eyes  and  the  bestial  snarl  of  his 
lips.    With  an  eff'ort  he  composed  himself : 

"Pardon,  Miss  Elliston,  I  have  fright- 
ened you  with  an  uncouth  show  of  sav- 
agery. It  is  a  rough,  hard  country — this 
land  of  the  wolf  and  the  caribou.  Primal 
instincts  and  brutish  passions  here  are 
unrestrained — a  fact  responsible  for  my 
present  battered  appearance.  For,  as  I 
said,  it  was  no  accident  that  marred  me 
thus,  unless,  perchance,  the  prowling  of 
the  brute  cross  my  path  may  be  at- 
tributed to  accident — rather,  I  IjeUeve  it 
was  timed." 

"The  brute!  Who,  or  what  is  the 
brute?     And  why  should  he  harm  you?" 

"MacNair  is  his  name  —  Bob  Mac- 
Nair."  There  was  a  certain  tense  hard- 
ness in  the  man's  tone,  and  Chloe  was 
conscious  that  the  smoldering  eyes  were 
regarding  her  searchingly. 

"MacNair,"  said  the  girl,  "why,  that  is 
the  name  on  those  bales!" 

"What  bales?" 

"The  bales  in  the  scow — they  are  on 
the  river-bank  now." 

"My  scows  carrying  MacNair's 
freight!"  cried  the  man,  and  motioning 
her  to  accompany  him  he  walked  rapidly 
to  the  bank  where  lay  the  four  or  five 
pieces,   upon   which   Chloe   had   read   the 


M  A  C  1.  E  A  N  •  S     M  A  ( ;  A  /  I  N  ]■; 


95 


name.  Lapierre  dropped  to  his  knees  and 
rcKarded  the  pieces  intently,  suddenly  he 
leaped  to  his  feet  with  a  laugh  and  called 
in  the  "Indian  tongue  to  one  of  his  canoe- 
men.  The  man  brought  him  an  axe,  and 
raising  it  high,  Lapierre  brought  it  crash- 
ing upon  the  innocent-looking  freight 
piece.  There  was  a  sound  of  smashing 
staves,  a  gurgle  of  liquid,  and  the  strong 
odor  of  whisky  assailed  their  nostrils. 
The   piece  was   a   keg,   cunningly   dis- 


guised as  to  shape,  and  covered  with  bur- 
lap. One  by  one  the  man  attacked  the 
other  pieces  marked  with  the  name  of 
MacNair,  and  as  each  cask  was  smashed, 
the  whisky  gurgled  and  splashed  and 
seeped  into  the.  ground.  Chloe  watched 
breathlessly  until  Lapierre  finished,  and 
with  a  .smile  of  grim  satisfaction,  tossed 
the  axe  upon  the  ground. 

"There  is  one  consignment  of  firewater 
that  will  never  be  delivered,"  he  said. 


To  be  continued. 


The  Wandering  Mummy 

Continued  from  page  13. 


The  Professor  was  in  the  seventh 
heaven  of  expectation,  having  received  a 
note  from  Doctor  Leigh-Mervyn.  Passing 
his  thin  fingers  through  his  thinner  hair, 
the  finger  vibrating  with  nervous  excite- 
ment, he  ordered  the  mummy  case  to  be 
brought  to  his  library. 

"It  is  a  dear  old-time  friend,  Oswald," 
he  confided  to  hia  servant,  "who  has  come 
on. a  visit  from  Egypt;  we  are  going  to 
hobnob  this  evening  —  to-morrow  we'll 
find  a  proper  place  for  his  majesty. 
Bring  a  hammer,"  he  added,  rubbing  his 
long,  lean  hands  together  in  a  frenzy  of 
anticipated  delight.  "Get  a  hammer  and 
loosen  the  lid  so  that  I  may  have  a  look 
at  this  guest  from  the  land  of  the 
Pharoahs." 

It  took  a  powerful  wrench  of  Oswald's 
strong  arm  to  tear  loose  the  hooks. 

"How  old  might  the  nigger  be,  sir?" 
Oswald  asked,  catching  a  view  of  the 
dark  face  within. 

"Ah — ah — I  can't  say  just  to  a  day," 
the  Professor  answered,  passing  his  hand 
across  his  forehead  reflectively;  "but  it's 
a  matter  of  two  or  three  thousand  years." 

"He  looks  it — and  as  if  he's  hung  in  a 
smoke  house  ever  since,"  said  Oswald. 

And  poor  old  Boodha  really  did,  for  the 

■  long  journey,  want  of  nourishment,  and 

the  stupefying  odors  that  had  been  of  the 

mummy  had  combined  to  thrust  him  into  a 

temporary  Nirvana. 

The  Professor,  who  had  left  his  glasses 
on  the  reading  table,  peered  at  the  silent 
black-faced  figure,  bending  down  to  his 
task  in  the  foolish  manner  of  short-sight- 
ed people.  "Lovely,  lovely — a  beautiful 
specimen !"  he  exclaimed  rapturously. 

"It  gives  me  the  jumps  to  look  at  him," 
Oswald   declared. 

"Yes,  yes,  indeed,"  Professor  Bachmann 
muttered  thoughtfully,  "he's  old,  old; 
from  Dynasty  XXII.  Here  we  have  his 
record  painted  in  green  on  a  white  ground 
in  the  inner  case.  "Ah,"  he  put  his  hand 
on  the  servant's  arm,  "Oswald,  if  this 
kingly  one  could  open  his  lips  and  speak 
to  us,  strange  secrets,  no  doubt,  he  could 
tell." 

"He'd  yell  for- something  to  eat,  I  guess, 
sir," 

"Well,  leave  him  now;  I'll— ah!  Did 
you — ^that   is — strange,   I — I   could   have 

sworn  I  heard You  didn't  speak,  did 

you,  Oswald — it  sounded  like  a  gasp." 

The  servant  looked  at  his  master  curi- 
ously, inquisitively;  then  he  said:  "I 
guess  I  coughed,  I've  got  a  little  cold.  But 
don't  you  think  you'd  better  not  work  any 
more  to-night?  You're  not  looking  any 
too  well,  sir." 

The  Professor  drew  himself  up  stiffly. 
"Thank  you,  Oswald,  I  am  feeling  quite 
well— quite  well,  indeed.  That  will  be 
all — you  may  go." 


'TpHE  SERVANT  bowed  with  almost 
-*■  equal  dignity,  and  the  two  men  turned 
their  backs  on  each  other,  Oswald  strid- 
ing toward  the  door,  and  the  Professor 
toward  his  writing  table.  Half  way  the 
Professor  tiarned  quickly,  angrily.  Was 
the  servant  laughing  at  him?  It  sounded 
suspiciously  like  it. 

He  stood  thus  till  Oswald  had  passed 
through  the  door;  then  with  a  sigh  he 
seated  himself  and  resumed  his  writing. 
Suddenly  he  raised  his  head  and  listened 
intently.  Then  he  tiptoed  very  softly 
across  the  room  to  the  door,  opened  it 
sharply  and  looked  out.  The  hall  was 
empty.  He  closed  the  door  and  returned 
to  his  seat,  muttering,  "Strange;  I  could 
have  sworn  I  heard  a  sigh,  or  a  laugh,  or 
a   moan." 

Then  the  Professor's  mind  reverted  to 
the  article  in  a  philosophical  journal 
which  he  had  been  reading.  It  was  on  a 
most  congenial  theme,  the  possibility  of 
holding  converse  with  deceased  persons. 
Bachmann  was  a  firm  believer  in  such 
manifestations  of  unconcrete  things. 
Once,  through  a  medium,  he  had  con- 
versed with  a  very  ancient  and  respected 
Pharoah  named  Soti.  Probably  the  Pro- 
fessor's mind,  through  groping  so  much 
amongst  matters  of  antiquity,  was  more 
in  adjustment  to  minds  which  had  been  on 
earth  centuries  ago.  And  also  the  Egyp- 
tians seemed  to  have  more  completely 
mastered  the  vagaries  of  the  soul  of  Jife 
essence  by  separating  it,  concreting  it  into 
what  they  called  the  Ka ;  therefore,  to  the 
Professor  it  seemed  extremely  reasonable 
that  these  Kas,  or  Aspects,  being,  so  to 
speak,  better  trained  than  the  modern 
elusive  spirit,  would  be  more  likely  to 
come  back  to  earth  and  hover  about  one 
interested    in    them. 

"Dear  me,  dear  me!"  the  Professor 
ejaculated.  "The  presence  of  that  mum- 
my has  filled  my  mind  with  the  memory  of 
that  delightful  converse  I  had  with  Soti. 
Delightful !  I'm  afraid  I  cannot  concen- 
trate my  mind  on  this  interesting — ah! 
Bless  my  soul!    What  was  that?" 

His  glasses  had  dropped  to  the  table 
with  the  sudden  uplift  of  his  head. 
A  distinct  gasping  sigh  had  smitten  upon 
the  old  gentleman's  ears;  there  was 
no  doubt  whatever  about  it.  The  gentle 
delver  in  antiquarian  fields,  with  a 
troubled  look  on  his  fine,  classic  face,  rose, 
and  softly  tiptoed  across  a  mellow  Turk- 
ish rug,  and  peered  into  the  casket.  There 
was  nothing  visible,  that  is  nothing  ani- 
mate. The  silent  dark-faced  figure  seemed 
to  rebuke  the  Professor's  trepidation  with 
its  solemn  calm.  "I  fancy  I'm  notional 
to-night — my  nerves  are  tricky,"  he  mut- 
tered, gazing  in  rapt  admiration  at  the 
mummy.  "How  perfect  their  art  was," 
he  added,  pinching  the  dark  cheek  with  a 


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forefinger.  "Our  friend  was  a  dweller  in 
Thebes,  where  they  had  this  perfect 
method  of  rendering  their  mummies  soft, 
and  yellow,  and  pliable;  vastly  superior 
to  the  black,  brittle  mummies  of  Memphis. 
Centuries  have  not  destroyed  that  flesh- 
like consistency.  What  I  can't  under- 
stand though,  what  vandals  have  stripped 
off  the  bandages,  taken  the  face  mask?" 

Suddenly  the  Professor  started  —  he 
could  have  sworn  that  one  of  the  eyes 
opened  dreamily  and  peered  up  at  him, 
almost  winked.  "Ha,  ha !"  he  laughed  ner- 
vously. "Strange  tricks  our  vivid  imag- 
inations play  us!  Centuries  since  that 
eye  closed  never  to  open  again." 

Professor  Bachmann  once  more  return- 
ed to  his  writing  table,  trying  to  drive 
from  his  mind  the  weird  idea  that  the 
shrivelled  Egyptian  had  looked  at  him 
out  of  his  soulless  eyes  and  winked. 

"I  wonder  if  there  really  is  anything 
the  matter  with  me,'  he  questioned. 
"What  did  Oswald  mean  by  not  working 
to-night;  he  must  have  noticed  something 
unusual.  Perhaps  I'm  taking  too  much 
coffee,  or  too  much — eh!  Again!  God 
bless  us!"  A  soft  rustling  noise  of  slip- 
ping drapery  claimed  his  startled  atten- 
tion; he  stared  stupidly  at  the  mummy 
case.  Undoubtedly  there  was  a  stirring  as 
of  life  in  that  casket  of  the  dead. 

THE  PROFESSOR  essayed  to  rise 
from  his  chair,  but  his  limbs  doubled 
under  him  like  soft  cloth;  he  sought  to 
question  the  maker  of  the  disturbing  noise 
but  his  tongue  had  lost  its  trick  of  speech. 
He  had  conversed  with  spirits  at  a  seance 
but  they  had  been  expected,  appealed  to. 
This  was  altogether  different.  No  longer 
was  there  any  doubt  about  the  actuality 
of  these  life  sounds.  Sighs  and  deep 
gasps  for  breath  came  from  the  mummy's 
resting  place  and  next,  in  the  Professor's 
vision,  there  loomed  an  arm  thrust  up- 
ward. His  mind  flashed  a  thousand  lights 
upon  his  own  condition;  it  worked  with 
fierce  rapidity.  He  was  not  mad,  he  coulj 
feel  that;  he  was  not  asleep  and  in  a 
nightmare;  he  stretched  forth  his  hand 
and  turned  two  separate  sheets  of  the 
treatise  on  psychology;  the  response  of 
the  paper  to  his  touch  proved  that  he  was 
awake  and  in  full  control  of  his  faculties. 
AH  doubt  of  this  fact  was  immediately 
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The  Professor  pulled  the  cover  over  the 
box  and  opened  the  door. 

DR.  LEIGH-MARVYN  stepped  into 
the  room,  saying,  blithely:  "Oswald 
said  you  were  here  so  I  took  the  liberty  of 
coming  right  up.  Just  dropped  in  to  see 
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called  yet."  As  Leigh-Marvyn  turned  he 
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ful kick.  "Let's  wake  him  up.  Professor, 
and  find  out  why  the  Sphinx." 

Bachmann  slipped  his  hand  through 
Leigh-Mervyn's  arm,  and  led  him  to  a 
chair  at  the  desk. 

The  Doctor  looked  professionally  at 
Bachmann.  "You're  looking  tucked  up, 
Professor.  The  dust  off  these  antiques 
gets  into  your  lungs.  Our  kippered  friend, 
for  instance " 

Bachmann  put  a  hand  on  the  Doctor's 
arm;  there  was  intensity  in  his  voice  as 
he  asked:  "Do  you  believe  in  the  rein- 
carnation of  the  dead?" 

"Leigh-Mervyn  checked  the  word  "Tom- 
my rot!"  that  rose  to  his  lips  and 
hedged:  "I  don't  place  much  faith  in  its 
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you  say?" 

"I'd  say — Good  God!"  Leigh-Mervyn 
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on  the  mummy  case  from  which,  undoubt- 
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Oxford?"  ^  ^ 

"We've  a  warrant  for  your  arrest.  Doc- 
tor." „  1.   i. 

Leigh-Mervyn     stared.        "For    what, 

pray?"  lie  asked. 

•'For  the  murder  of  your  servant.  We 
found  the  pagan's^body  in  the  house  just 
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"What!  My  servant  murdered  and  tne 
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"Yes:  packed  away  like  a  pair  of  old 
boots  in  a  clothes  closet.  When  I  opened 
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nasty  start,  I  tell  you." 

"But  why  should  I  kill  my  own  servant . 
It's  madness!"  _  ,    , 

"Well,  there  was  an  inquest,  an  tnt 
iury  wasn't  mad.  Nobody  but  yourself 
could  've  embalmed  the  body  the  way  that 
poor  heathen  was  done  up.  We  ve  been 
suspicious  of  you,  an'  hearin'  nobody 
about  the  place  we  broke  in-if  we  hadn  t 
done  that  that  body  would  've  stayed 
there  for  a  thousand  years  without  mak- 
in'    a    smell.      Nobody    would    've    ever 

''"'What  are  you  talking  about?"  the  Doc- 
tor was  p-lainly  mystified.    "I  embalmed 

^'^McBride  pointed  at  the  mummy  case 
"Yes,  and  there's  the  devilish  box  that 
vou  did  the  black  art  in  What  was  it 
brought  to  your  house  and  away  the  next 
day  for?  The  murder  was  done  while  it 
was  there!" 

McBride  stepped  toward  the  mummy 
.a-e:  the  Doctor  did  also;  involuntarily 
the   Professor  followed. 

"It's  circumstantial  evidence,  that  s 
what  it  is,"  McBride  said  in  an  ofhcial 
manner.  He  threw  the  lid  off .  For  an  in- 
stant they  all  craned  their  necks.  Then 
MeBride  cried  out  in  fear,  "Oh.  my  God ! 
and  sprang  back,  as  Boodha,  rising  to  a 
sitting  posture,  and  putting  1"S  hand  to 
his  forehead  said  to  the  Doctor:  "Salaam, 
Sahib.  I  was  afraid  and  came  by  this 
manner  of  means  to  your  protection.  With 
great  care  I  put  the  one  who  is  dead  in 
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No.  7. 


Contents 

A  CANADIAN  PRISONER  AT  RUH- 
LEBEN  (Eighteen  months  in  a  Ger- 
man Prison  Camp)    11 

UNCLE  SAM  AT  WAR 15 

Agnes  C.  Laut. 

THE  COWARD  (A  Poem) 17 

Alfred  Gordon. 

SUNSHINE  IN  MARIPOSA  (A  Play)      18 
Stephen  Leacock. 

— Illustrated  by  C.  W.  Jegerys. 

THE  GUN  BRAND  (Serial  Story)...     22 
James  B.  Hendryx. 
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THE  ROMANCE  OF  POWER  DE- 
VELOPMENT       26 

W.  A.  Craick. 

THE  WOMAN  WHO  UNDERSTOOD 

(Short   Story)     29 

Arthur  Stringer. 

CANADIANS  IN  NEW  YORK 31 

Beatrice  Redpath. 

JORDAN  IS  A  HARD  ROAD   (Serial 

Story)    34 

Sir  Gilbert  Parker. 

SHE  WAS  A  PEACH!  (Short  Story)  .     35 
Hopkins  Moorhouse. 

— Illustrated  by  Ben  Ward. 

AMERICA'S    BEST    WHEAT 

GROWER 38 

Norman  Lambert. 

THE  ARTFUL  FORKS  (Short  Story)     39 
Mary  Gaunt. 

— Illustrated  by  J.  W.  Beatty. 

REVIEW  OF  REVIEWS   43 

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ing to  the  entry  of  the  United  States  into 
the  war  have  been  coming  thick  and  fast 
and  it  is  certain  that,  by  the  time  this 
number  is  out  the  actual  declaration  of 
war  will  have  been  rnade.  During  normal 
times  thi.s  situation  would  have  literally 
shaken  business  to  its  very  foundations. 
Uncertainty,  nay,  even  panic,  would  have 
been  felt  in  all  directions.  As  it  is.  Uncle 
Sam's  move  to  buckle  on  his  armor  ha.s 
scarcely  created  a  ripple  here  in  Canada 
and  even  in  the  United  States  it  has  not 
seriously  upset  business  conditions. 

There  have  been  other  developments 
during  the  period  specified  which  ordin- 
arily would  have  created  a  panicky  feel- 
ing— Britain's  sweeping  new  commerce 
regulations,  food  embargoes,  etc.;  the  talk 
of  putting  the  Militia  Act  into  force; 
the  growing  certainty  of  at  least  another 
year  of  warfare.  Through  it  all  business 
has  kept  right  on,  getting  brisker  if  any- 
thing all  the  time. 

Business  at  present  is 
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even  materially  disturb  the 
trend  of  business.  And  a 
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SMALLER   BUYING,    HOWEVER. 

Any  review  of  present 
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take  cognizance  of  the  fact 
that  a  cautious  note  is  now 
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The  merchant  is  showing  a 
tendency  to  buy  in  smaller 
quantity,  in  fact  almost 
from  hand  to  mouth.  This 
tendency  has  been  growing 
more  marked  and  can  be 
traced  to  the  fact  that  the 
present  high  prices  make 
large  stocks  a  danger.  If 
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bring  prices  down,  the  mer- 
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of  goods  bought  at  the  pre- 
sent levels,  would  face  a 
heavy  loss.  However,  the 
carrying  of  lighter  stocks 
does  not  affect  the  volume, 
as  stocks  are  renewed  often- 
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to  show  that  business  men 


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paring for  eventualities. 

INDUSTRIAL    PROSPERITY. 

The  industrial  activity  which  has  been 
•  general  throughout  the  country,  particu- 
larly in  lines  which  have  been  affected 
by  war  demand,  for  the  past  year  or  so, 
and  the  general  improvement  in  business 
conditions  find  reflection  in  the  increas- 
ing dividend  returns  to  the  holders  of 
Canadian  securities.  As  estimated  by 
The  Financial  Pout  the  April  dividends 
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leading  industrial,  public  utility,  trust 
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This  amount  being  paid  to  the  public  re- 
presents an  important  factor  in  our  buy- 
ing power  and  reflects  directly  upon  gen- 
eral business  conditions.  Were  the  pay- 
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as  those  of  the  industrial,  public  utility 
and  other  groups  also  estimated  the  total 


From  Providence  Journal. 


Propagandist:    "Tut,    tut,   Sam,   it   isn' 
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Number  7 


A  Canadian  Prisoner  at  Ruhleben 

Eighteen  Months  in  a  German  Prison  Camp 


Editor's  Notk. — The  writer 
of  the  accompanying  article,  a 
I  imudian  by  birth,  lived  for 
many  years  in  Berlin  prior  to 
the  war.  After  his  eighteen 
months'  incarceration  at  Ruhle- 
ben he  was  permitted  to  cjo  t» 
Smitzerland,  for  his  health,  and 
there  he  has  remained  under  a 
measure  of  surveillance.  For 
nhvious  reasons  the  identity  of 
the  writer  must  be  kept  secret. 


"V! 

•1. 


'OU  ARE  under  arrest,"  was  the 
brusque  statement  that  fell  on  my 
ears  one  memorable  morninfr  in 
November,  1914.  "You  must  come  along. 
And  be  quick  about  it." 

It  came  as  a  thunder  clap  to  me  so  ut- 
terly unexpected  was  it.  I  could  hardly 
believe  that  the  private  detective  who 
utteied  the  words,  his  cold  gimlet-like 
eye  borin.g  through  me  the  while,  was  in 
earnest.  I  thought  for  a  moment  that  it 
must  be  a  practical  .joke  and  for  one 
panicky  moment  I  conside'red  flight.  But 
it  was  not  a  ioke.  It  was  very  much  grim 
earnest.  The  relentless  and  efficient  arm 
of  the  German  Secret  Service  had  reach- 
ed out  and  was  sweeping  in  every  atom  of 
humanity  who  could  be  termed  a  British 
subject  within  the  domains  of  Kaiser 
Whilhelm. 

We  had  lived  in  Germany  for  seventeen 
years;  consequently  my  brother  and  I  liad 
come  to  look  on  Berlin  as  our  home.  We 
had  entered  into  business  there,  we  spoke 
German  like  natives  and  all  our  friends 
and  acauaintancos  practically  were  Ger- 
mans. V.'e  never  thought  for  a  moment 
that  the  authorities  would  look  upon  ua 
with  suspicion. 

There  had  been  a  great  deal  of  talk  in 
the  press  about  the  internment  of  German 
people  in  England.  The  wildest  kind  of 
stories  circulated  about  the  ill-treatment 
they  were  receiving  and  this  swelled  the 
chorus  of  hate.  Retaliation  was  loudly 
demanded.  Then  the  story  got  around 
that  the  Imperial  Government  had  sent 
an  ultimatum  to  Britain  demanding  the 
release  of  all  German  civilians  interned 
there  by  November  6;  failing  such  action 
by  the  British  the  order  for  the  arrest  of 
all  British  subiects  in  Germany  from  the 
ages  of  17  to  55  was  to  be  given. 


I'ltlurta  hii  I'liderirood  d  Vndervnoi. 


A   picture  of  the  officers  in  ctiarge 
of    the    prison    camp    at    Rnkiebcn. 


"VKT  E  DID  not  take  this  very  seriously, 
'  ^  however.  As  I  was  leaving  the  office 
where  I  was  employed  on  the  evening  of 
November  5,  I  laughingly  remarked  to  a 
group  of  my  colleagues:  "If  I  don't  turn 
up  in  the  morning,  boys,  you'll  know  I'm 
in  gaol." 

No  such  ultirnatum  had  been  sent  so  I 
can  only  regard  what  followed  as  a  co- 
incidence. For.,  sure  enough,  the  sum- 
mons came  next  day.  We  lived  in  Hal- 
ensce,  a  suburb  of  Berlin.  On  that  mem- 
orable day — the  blackest  of  my  life — I 
arose  as  usual  and  was  having  my  morn- 
ing tub  when  there  came  a  ring  at  the 
door.  My  sister  answered  the  ring  and 
found  a  man  there  who  asked  for  my 
vounger  brother  and  myself.  He  was  not 
in  uniform,  but  there  was  no  mistaking 
him  for  anything  but  what  he  was.  Police 
official  was  written  all  over  him.  My 
sister  came  back  and  announced  him  with 
visible  trepidation.     I  slipped  into  a  bath 


robe  and  went  down  with  my  brother  to 
see  what  he  wanted.  And  we  got  the  sur- 
prise of  our  lives. 

"Bring  your  bedding  and  blankets  along 
with  you,"  he  ordered,  after  his  first  gruff 
intimation  of  his  errand.  We  hastened 
dumbly  to  obey,  partaking  of  a  hurried 
and  dismal  breakfast  before  packing  such 
meagre  belongings  as  we  found  we  would 
be  allowed  to  take.  We  still  thought  that 
the  matter  would  be  straightened  out 
when  we  reached  headquarters;  at  any 
rate,  we  tried  to  keep  our  courage  up  by 
repeating  this  over  our  coff'ee.  We  even 
tried  to  make  a  .ioke  out  of  it  all  and  in- 
formed our  parents  that  it  would  be  an 
experience  to  heartily  laugh  over  when 
the  troubled  times  were  gone.  We  left  the 
house  seemingly  in  the  best  of  spirits.  In 
reality  I  felt  like  a  convicted  criminal 
being  led  to  the  gallows  or  to  penal  ser- 
vitude. I  had  a  premonition  that  it  was 
not  a  joke  at  all — that  we  were  due  to 


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.M  A  C  L  !•:  A  N  '  S     MAGAZINE 


The  prisoners  wiled  the  time  away  by  all  forms  of  recreation,  and  box- 
ing matches  were  a  favorite  form.  It  may  be  pointed  out  that  the  photo- 
graphs presented  with  this  article   show  the  brighter  sides  of  camp  life. 


suffer  the  full  brunt  of  German  thorough- 
ness. 

We  never  saw  our  home  again  and  a 
few  days  later  we  heard  that  our  parents 
and  sisters  had  decided  to  return  to  Eng- 
land. 

T  OADED  down  with  bedding  and  rugs 
■'-^  and  portmanteaux  and  parcels,  we 
arrived  at  the  local  police  station.  We 
were  rather  unceremoniously  bundled  into 
a  little  room  which  we  found  already 
crowded  with  other  British  subjects. 
Among  them  was  my  married  brother  who 
lived  in  the  same  district.  Every  few 
minutes  more  worried-looking  additions 
to  our  party  arrived,  until  finally  the 
room  was  packed  full  to  overflowing. 
Finally  an  oflBcer  in  uniform  came  and 
looked  us  over  and  announced  with  a  self- 
satisfied  smile  that  he  had  rounded  up 
every  Englishman  in  the  district.  It  is 
said  that  misery  loves  company,  so  this 
should  have  cheered  us  up.  But  we  didn't 
cheer  up  in~any  noticeable  degree.  We 
were,  in  fact,  a  very  dismal  looking  lot. 

It  was  then  announced  that  our  destina- 
tion was  the  Stadtvogtei,  a  prison  in  the 
heart  of  Berlin.  We  were  told  that  we 
could  either  walk  there,  travel  in  the 
"Black  Maria"  or  go  in  cabs — hired  at 
our  own  expense.  The  majority  elected 
to  pay  for  the  cabs,  so  in  due  course  a 
string  of  taxis  came  up  and  we  crowded 
in.    A  policeman  went  in  each  cab. 

Arriving  at  the  Stadtvogtei  we  were 


very  promptly  clapped  into  cells.  This 
rather  amazed  us  as  we  had  not  thought 
we  would  be  treated  as  common  criminals. 
We  found  afterward,  however,  that  on  a 
basis  of  comparison  we  were  very  well 
treated,  indeed.  Ever  since  the  declara- 
tion of  war  the  authorities  had  been  pick- 
ing up  Englishmen  from  all  parts  of  the 
country.  In  many  cases  these  men  had 
been  locked  up  for  weeks  in  solitary  con- 
finement. Before  war  was  declared  Bri- 
tish seamen  in  Hamburg  and  other  sea- 
ports had  been  seized  and  shut  up  in  dis- 
graceful old  hulks.  We  subsequently  met 
some  of  these  men  and  found  then  that 
our  treatment  had  been  comparatively  de- 
cent and  mild. 

We  were  not  kept  long  in  suspense  as 
to  the  German  intentions.  At  3  o'clock 
that  afternoon  we  were  marched  to  the 
station  through  crowds  that  jeered  and 
hooted  at  us  lustily. 

"Bedank  Euch  bei  Eurem  Grey,"  they 
bellowed  at  us  time  and  again.  This 
meant,  "You  have  Grey  to  thank  for  this." 
The  state  of  the  German  mind  was  very 
bitter  against  Grey  at  that  time.  He  had 
been  cartooned  and  lampooned  as  the 
Machiavelli  of  European  diplomacy  until 
the  average  German  had  come  to  regard 
him  as  a  literal  fiend  incarnate. 

A  T  THE  station  was  a  special  train 
•^*-  waiting  for  us  and  we  pretty  well 
filled  it  up,  our  party  now  consisting  of 
the  whole  male  British  colony  of  Berlin. 


There  were  a  large  number  of  Canadians 
that  I  recognized.  No  intimation  had  yet 
been  given  us  as  to  whither  we  were 
bound  and  we  had  made  up  our  minds  that 
our  destination, was  some  distant  part  of 
Germany.  Consequently  we  were  much 
surprised  when  the  train  stopped  at  the 
Emigration  station  at  Ruhleben,  near 
Spandau,  about  half  an  hour's  journey 
from  Berlin. 

The  station  was  in  the  hands  of  a 
squad  of  soldiers  and  we  were  turned  over 
to  them.  They  lined  us  up  in  fours  and 
then  escorted  us  to  the  Ruhleben  race 
course.  The  iron  gates  clanged  behind  us 
and  we  beheld  our  new  abode. 

The  grounds  we  found  pretty  well 
sprinkled  already  with  prisoners  who  hur- 
ried over  to  watch  us.  Our  arrival  ap- 
parently was  an  event  of  great  import- 
ance in  the  grey  monotony  of  their  prison 
life.  They  looked  us  over  eagerly  and  in 
some  cases  found  friends  or  relatives 
amongst  us. 

The  soldiers  then  lined  us  up,  each  man 
with  his  own  luggage,and  searched  us 
carefully  for  weapons,  spirits,  playing 
cards  and  other  articles  that  were  "ver- 
boten."  Confiscations  were  common  in 
practically  all  cases. 

jT  INALLY  we  were  marched  in  to  the 
•*■  "apartments"  that  had  been  allotted 
us — a  long  succession  of  horse  boxes  and 
lofts.  Imagine  an  ordinary  stable  carried 
out   on   a   very   extensive   scale   and    you 


MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


13 


will  have  a  fairly  accurate  picture  of  our 
new  home.  Those  of  us  who  were  lucky 
enough  to  be  assigned  to  boxes  were  able 
to  locate  ourselves  with  a  certain  degree 
of  comfort.  My  brother  and  I  belonged  to 
the  fortunate  ones.  The  poor  beggars 
who  drew  lofts  for  their  sleeping  quar- 
ters were  indeed  to  be  pitied. 

We  were  now  lined  up  again — we  got 
quite  accustomed  to  this  in  a  day  or  so — 
and  our  dinner  service  was  handed  out, 
consisting  of  a  metal  bowl  with  handles 
attached  to  the  sides.  No  spoons  were 
provided.  A  few  days  later  we  were  able  to 
Imy  spoons,  but  until  that  time  our  man- 
ner of  eating  necessarily  reverted  back 
to  the  most  primitive  methods.  We  ate 
with  our  hand.«.  Nor  were  we  provided 
with  tables  and  chairs  at  first.  We  had, 
in  fact,  no  more  accommodation  than  the 
original  occupants  of  the  quarters.  Later 
all  this  was  changed  and  we  were  able  to 
secure  almost  anything  we  wanted  at  the 
canteen  established  in  the  camp.  Most  of 
us  also  got  things  sent  in  from  our  houses 
and  fixed  up  our  boxes  quite  comfortably. 

At  the  same  time  that  we  were  handed 
our  bowls  we  were  presented  with  a  couple 
of  thread-bare  blankets  and  a  towel.  We 
were  uncertain  at  first  if  the  towel  were 
intended  for  our  toilet  or  for  the  clean- 
ing of  the  bowls.  We  learned,  however, 
that  it  was  intended  for  the  later  purpose. 
Soap  apparently  was  an  article  deemed 
unnecessary  by  the  authorities;  at  any 
rate  we  received  none.  And  when  more 
prisoners  arrived  each  of  us  had  to  give 
up  one  of  our  blankets.  Supplies  were  not 
plentiful. 

Our  beds,  at  first,  consisted  of  a  litter 
of  straw,  that  was  not  over  clean.  Later 
we  received  sacks  which  we  filled  with 
the  same  straw.  This  did  us  for  a  few 
months  and  then  we  were  allowed  to 
change  the  straw  for  a  filling  of  wood 
shavings.  Finally,  however,  the  auth- 
orities installed  plank  bedsteads.  From 
that  time  on  we  could  use  the  bedding 
which  most  of  us  had  brought  along. 
Those  assigned 
to  the  lofts,  con- 
tinued unfor- 
tunate right 
through  the 
piece,  however. 
N  o  bedsteads 
were  installed 
for  them  and  up 
to  the  time  when 
I  left — and  pro- 
bably right  to 
the  present  day 
— they  continu- 
ed to  sleep  on 
their  straw 
mattresses  o  n 
the  floor.  Rac- 
ing stables  are 
always  infested 
with  rats  and 
Ruhleben  was 
n  o  exception. 
Let  us  hope  that 
by  this  time,  the 
men  in  the  lofts 
have  succeeded 
in  exterminat- 
ing the  rodents. 
The  number 
they  caught  the 
first  few  nights 
was  astonishing. 

The  one  ad- 
vantage that  the 
loft     men     had 


over  the  aristocrats  of  the  boxes  was  in 
the  matter  of  space.  We  were  assigned 
six  men  to  a  box,  so  that  at  night  we 
were  wedged  in  like  sardines  in  a  box. 

Y)  URING  the  first  few  days  of  our  cap- 
•*--'  tivity,  prisoners  continued  to  arrive 
from  all  parts  of  Germany.  •  The  swec  ) 
had  been  a  clean  one.  All  men  of  military 
age,  irrespective  of  occupation  and  con- 
nection, and  without  regard  to  matters 
of  health,  had  been  gathered  into  the 
police  dragnet.  By  the  end  of  the  first 
month,  4,UU0  men  were  housed  in  the 
stables  at  Ruhleben!  It  then  became 
necessary  to  find  additional  accommoda- 
tion, and  barracks  were  erected  on  the 
grounds.  Finally,  about  300  negroes  ar- 
rived and  they  were  housed  in  a  special 
Lsrracks. 

By  this  time,  we  resembled  very  much  a 
new  town  in  a  pioneer  district.  Men  of 
all  kinds  and  from  all  walks  of  life  had 
been  indi.scriminately  thrown  together. 
It  was  almost  as  though  we  had  been 
taken  away  and  marooned  on  a  desert 
island,  with  this  difference,  that  the 
barest  means  of  sustenance  were  provided 
us.  We  began  to  find  it  necessary  to  es- 
tablish some  form  of  government  in  order 
to  keep  law  in  camp.  We  took  this  matter 
into  our  own  hands  and  soon  had  a  kind 
of  organization  worked  out.  Captains 
were  elected  for  each  barrack  and  a  police 
force  organized,  the  members  of  which 
assembled  every  morning  to  receive  orders 
and  instructions  for  the  day  from  the 
superintendent.  The  men  selected  for 
service  on  the  force  wore  badges  with 
numbers  and  blue  bands  on  their  sleeves, 
much  after  the  order  of  the  London  police- 
men. The  police  had  to  be  obeyed  just 
as  they  have  in  civil  life.  They  patrolled 
the  grounds,  prevented  fighting  and 
promptly  arrested  all  offenders.  It  was  a 
remarkable  tribute  to  man's  inherent  in- 
stinct for  the  establishment  of  order  that 
this  organization  was  completed  so  quickly 
and   was   so   zealously   upheld.      In    this 


Prisoners  getting   a   stage   ready  under 
the  tribunes  for  the  presentation  of  plays. 


connection  it  must  be  said  that  the  Ger- 
man authorities  gave  us  every  co-opera- 
tion, allowing  us  to  practically  govern 
ourselves.  It  was,  of  course,  in  their  own 
interests  to  do  so,  as  we  managed  to 
maintain  order  ourselves  much  better 
than  if  it  had  been  left  to  the  soldiers  in 
charge. 

They  kept,  of  course,  a  very  close  watch 
on  us.  There  was  a  non-commissioned 
officer  assigned  to  each  barrack,  who  had 
the  most  complete  authority.  On  the 
whole,  we  got  along  very  well  with  these 
officers,  although  sometimes  they  could 
turn  very  nasty.  We  were  lucky  in  our 
section,  having  in  charge  a  non-commis- 
sioned officer  whom  I  shall  call  Karl.  He 
had  two  outstanding  characteristics,  a 
love  for  animals  and  a  passion  for  strong 
drink.  The  one  made  him  very  pwpular 
with  the  prisoners;  the  other  ultimately 
led  to  his  disgrace  and  banishment  to  ac- 
tive service.  He  had  a  black  poodle 
which  he  called  Peter  and  which  he  al- 
ways spoke  of  as  "Ein  Outer  Kerl"  (a 
good  fellow).  One  of  our  company  was 
an  artist  and  he  spent  quite  a  little  time 
making  a  sketch  of  Peter,  which  he  pre- 
senter to  Karl.  Beneath  the  sketch  were 
the  lines  "Ein  Guter  Kerl."  Karl  could 
not  do  too  much  for  us  for  a  time  after 
that,  and  even  went  to  the  length  of  estab- 
lishing a  poultry  yard  in  front  of  the  bar- 
racks for  the  ostensible  purpose  of  provid- 
ing fresh  laid  eggs  for  the  prisoners.  As 
we  paid  him  liberally  for  the  eggs,  a  sus- 
picion gradually  took  hold  of  us  that  his 
philanthropy  in  this  was  not  an  unmixed 
one;  especially  when  it  was  found  that 
most  of  the  eggs  he  sold  at  high  prices 
were  previously  purchased  at  the  can- 
teen. Karl's  weakness  for  intoxicants, 
however,  led  to  his  undoing.  Once,  after-^ 
being  out  on  leave,  he  came  back  in  a  con- 
dition of  tipsy  imbecility  and  was  very 
promptly  ordered  off  to  the  front. 

Many  of  the  non-coms  were  very  differ- 
ent, however,  from  good-natured  Karl. 
The  oflScer  in  charge  of  the  barracks  next 
to  us,  was  a 
tjTDical  Prussian 
martinet.  H  e 
delighted  in  the 
exercise  of  au- 
thority. H  i  s 
language  was 
vile  and  his  tem- 
P  e  r  frightful. 
Once  I  saw  him 
give  an  elderly 
gentleman  a 
blow  on  the  back 
which  sent  him 
sprawling  in  a 
huddled  heap  to 
the  ground.  To 
protest  against 
this  was  useless 
—  nay,  danger- 
ous. The  com- 
manding officer 
had  peremptor- 
i 1 y  announced 
that  he  would 
severely  punish 
any  prisoner 
who  brought 
complaints  b  e  - 
fore  him.  Thus, 
all  we  could  do 
was  to  grin  and 
bear  whatever 
burdens  were 
thrust  upon  us. 
Later,  when 


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M  A  C  L  K  A  N  •  S     M  A  Ci  A  Z  I  N  E 


the  pinch  of  man 
power  was  being 
felt,  all  these  sol- 
diers were  order- 
ed off  to  the  front. 
From  that  time 
on,  the  police  cap- 
tains of  our  own 
selection  had  sole 
charge  of  order  in 
the  camp.  Every 
night,  one  of  our 
own  police  was  on 
duty  in  each  sec- 
tion. This  very 
welcome  change 
took  place  in  the 
autumn    of    1915. 

WE  HAD  A 
great  many 
invalids  in  the 
camp  and  also  not 
a  few  cripples. 
There  were  pri- 
soners among  us 
in  the  last  stages 
o  f  consumption. 
This  was  due  to 
the  fact  that  the 
order  tor  the  in- 
ternment o  f  all 
English  civilians 
had  been,  charac- 
teristically enough,  carried  out  to  the 
very  letter.  No  exceptions  whatever  had 
been  made.  ,  Englishmen  were  hauled  out 
of  sanitariums  and  hospitals  and  bundled 
oflF  to  Ruhleben.  No  special  provision  had 
been  made  for  them  there,  and  they 
simply  had  to  take  their  chance  with  the 
rest  of  the  prisoners  and  without  any 
concession  in  the  matter  of  accommoda- 
tion. The  commanding  officer  of  the 
camp,  a  very  kind-hearted  elderly  man, 
was  powerless  at  first,  to  do  anything. 

It  was  some  months  before  these  poor 
fellows  were  permitted  to  go  back  into 
hospitals.  Naturally,  a  great  many 
deaths  occurred  during  this  period.  How 
many,  we  were  never  able  to  ascertain. 
Later,  a  hospital  was  established  in  the 
camp,  but  it  left  a  great  deal  to  be  desired. 
At  no  time  was  any  special  diet  provided 
for  patients.  Black  tea  and  potatoes  boiled 
in  their  jackets  were  doled  out  to  every- 
one—the consumptive,  the  fever  stricken, 
the  paralytic. 

The' camp  doctor,  a  clever  man,  doubt- 
less, in  his  profession,  took  little  interest 
in  the  cases.  He  had  one  outstanding 
characteristic — a  wonderful  faith  in  the 
healing  powers  of  aspirin.  He  prescribed 
this  for  everything.  Rather  a  funny  story 
went  the  rounds  of  the  camp,  at  the  ex- 
pense of  this  official.  One  day  a  chap  who 
had  a  wooden  leg  had  gone  to  him  com- 
plaining of  pain  in  that  limb.  The  suf- 
ferer spoke  in  English  which  the  doctor 
did  not  understand  perfectly,  he  prompt- 
ly prescribed  a  couple  of  aspirin  tablets! 

np  HE  officers  of  the  camp  were  on  the 
-^  whole  civil  and  well  intent.  There 
were,  however,  a  few  exceptions,  and 
unfortunately  the  greatest  power  lay  in 
the  hands  of  these  men.  The  regulations 
governing  the  camp,  rigid  enough  in 
themselves,  were  carried  out  to  the  letter. 
It  had  been  decreed  that  leave  would  be 
granted  to  prisoners  on  only  the  very 
rarest  occasions,  such  as  the  death  of 
near  relatives,  or  a  summons  to  attend  a 
lawsuit.  This  regulation  was  grimly  ad- 
hered to.    No  excuse,  however  plausible. 


A  view  of  one  of  the  Ruhleben  stables  where  the  prisoners  live. 


no  story  however  heart-rending  ever 
moved  our  iailors  to  an  infringement  of 
this  rule.  Perhaps  the  most  drastic  cast 
where  leave  was  refused  was  that  of  my 
eldest  brother.  His  wife  suddenly  became 
ill  and  had  to  undergo  a  serious  opera- 
tion. Word  was  sent  in  to  him  that  the 
doctor  attending  her  deemed  his  presence 
of  the  utmost  importance.  He  applied  for 
leave  but  was  refused. 

"Your  wife  is  not  dying,"  said  the  officer 
in  charge.  "You're  not  needed."  Luckily 
the  operation  proved  a  success. 

Anothei-  case.  A  man  whose  business 
affairs  were,  owing  to  his  absence,  all  go- 
ing wrong,  and  who  consequently,  stood 
in  grave  danger  of  slipping  into  bank- 
ruptcy, applied  for  leave  for  just  one  day. 
He  explained  that  if  he  did  not  at  once 
personally  settle  his  affairs,  he  would  be 
ruined.  The  officer  laughed  and  replied : 
"That  is  very  good  indeed.  It  is  our  in- 
tention to  ruin  you  completely," 

This  same  officer  prefaced  every  refusal 
of  leave,  with  a  question  as  to  whether  the 
applicant  cared  to  join  the  German 
army.  It  was  supposed  that  he  was  paid 
a  commission  for  every  recruit  he  secured 
in  the  camp.  He  did  not  get  many,  how- 
ever. 

THERE  were  a  few  who  did  join  the 
army  from  the  camp,  but  they  were, 
without  exception,  men  who  had  spent 
practically  all  their  lives  in  Germany, 
could  not  speak  a  word  of  English  and 
had  been  considered  Englishmen  only  be- 
cause their  fathers  had  happened  to  be 
born  under  the  English  flag,  or  had  spent 
a  few  years  of  their  lives  in  England,  and 
had  become  naturalized  there.  These  fel- 
lows had  remained  British  subjects  in 
order  to  escape  military  service.  Some  of 
them  volunteered  for  service  rather  than 
remain  prisoners  dt  Ruhleben. 

One  young  fellow  with  us  had  been 
taken  out  of  the  army  on  active  service 
and  sent  to  the  camp.  The  story  ran 
that  his  father  was  a  German  who  had 
lived  in  England  years  before  and,  as 
most  Germans  do,  had  become  a  British 


subject.  Later,  he 
had  returned  to 
Germany.  The 
son  was  born  in 
Germany  and  was 
as  thorough-going 
a  Teuton  as  I  had 
ever  seen.  At  the 
start  of  the  war 
he  had  volunteer- 
ed for  service, 
and  had  served 
with  great  cour- 
age; earning  pro- 
motion and  even 
a  promise  of  the 
Iron  Cross. 
Neve  rtheless, 
when  the  arrest 
of  all  Englishmen 
was  ordered,  his 
father,  who  was 
not  quite  55  years 
of  age,  was  in- 
terned with  the 
rest  of  us.  The 
son  heard  of  this 
and  protested  vig- 
orously, with  the 
result  that  he  was 
-Stripped  of  his 
uniform  and 
promptly  bundled 
off  to  Ruhleben 
himself.  When  the  old  man  turned  55 
he  was  released  and  soon  afterwards  the 
son  disappeared  from  the  camp.  Pro- 
bably he  had  gone  back  into  the  army. 

Many  of  the  prisoners  were  forced  to 
join  the  colors  much  against  their  will. 
In  cases  where  parents  had  business  in- 
terests in  the  country,  pressure  was 
brought  to  bear  upon  them  to  induce  their 
sons  to   volunteer. 

SO  CONVINCED  were  the  Germans  of 
the  righteousness  of  their  cause  that 
they  actually  expected  a  pro-German  feel- 
ing in  the  camp.  This  feeling  led  to  a 
very  dramatic  occurrence  one  day  which 
I  shall  never  forget.  We  were  at  our 
noon  day  meal — a  scanty  one  I  assure  you 
— when  the  alarm  bell  rang.  This  always 
happened  when  anything  special  was  on 
and  was  called  "Appell."  At  the  sound 
of  the  bell  we  had  to  assemble  in  front 
of  our  barracks.  On  this  occasion,  the  com- 
manding officer  with  his  adjutant,  the  lat- 
ter one  of  the  most  objectionable  officers  in 
the  camp,  walked  from  barrack  to  bar- 
rack, confronting  each  group  of  prisoners 
and  putting  the  following  question. 

"Which  of  the  prisoners  are  pro-Ger- 
man?   All  who  are  step  forward." 

As  the  question  was  put,  the  adjutant 
scanned  us  over  with,  a  menacing  eye 
which  told  us  plainer  than  words  could, 
"Better  step  forward." 

A  good  many  stepped  forward.  It  was, 
of  course,  an  unfair  test  to  put  to  pri- 
soners, plenty  of  whom  had  German  wives 
and  practically  all  of  whom  had  business 
interests  centred  in  Germany.  What 
could  they  do?  Those  who  did  not  step 
forward  faced  the  alternative  of  having 
all  their  property  confiscated  and  their 
wives  banished  from  the  country.  They 
were  placed  in  a  serious  dilemna.  And 
so  a  number  professed  pro-German  senti- 
ments. 

After  that  the  pro-German,  "P.G.'s"  as 
we  called  them,  were  separated  from  the 
other  prisoners  and  housed  in  special  bar- 
racks.- They  were  promptly  boycotted 
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Uncle  Sam  At  War 

By  Agnes  C.  Laut 

Author   of  "The   Canadiaii   Commonweal th,"  "Lords 

of  the  North,"  etc. 

Kditor's  Notk. — Riitdii-K  of  MaijLkan's  know  tliat  AgncK  ('. 
Lmit's  articles  have  sought  to  create  in  ('anaiiian  Tnindu  an,  ander- 
Mandintj  of  the  American  attitude  in  war  mtdters.  While  a  united 
/tress  chorused  derision  of  J'ncle  Sam,  MacLean's  gave  space  to 
Uiss  Laiit's  earnest  efforts  to  leach  a  under  tolerance  dnd  to  estah- 
lish  a  closer  friendship  between  the  two  great  Anglo-Saxon  democ- 
racies. Now  tliat  the  United  States  has  ca»t  in  her  lot  on  the  side  of 
the  Allies,  the  wisdom  of  this  course  is  apparent.  At  the  same  time 
Miss  Laut  has  not  feared  to  score  the  American  viewpoint,  and,  par- 
Htularly  during  the  past  six  months,  she  ha»  told  some  very  plain 
truths  about  the  weaknes.ses  of  our  neighbor.  It  is  desired  to  point 
out  also  that  in  her  articles  for  Ma(;I.ean's  she  has  fold  the  real 
inside  facts  about  conditions  in  the  United  States.  FracticoMy 
every  "revelation"  of  (hrinan  intrigue  and  official  chicanery  that 
has  cotne   to   light   recenfli/   ha.s   been    told   in   Mac-Lean's  first. 


A 


iT  LAST! 

If  ever  a 
nation  u  t  - 
tered  a  sigh  of  re- 
lief followed  by  a 
cheer  of  jubilation, 
that  nation  is  the 
United    States. 

At  last!  Those 
are  the  universal 
words  on  all  lips.  Undoubtedly  Wilson's 
message  to  Congress  declaring  that  a 
state  of  war  exists  between  the  United 
States  and  Germany  will  go  down  to  his- 
tory as  one  of  the  noblest  utterances  of 
any  statesman. 

"German  warfare  is  a  warfare  against 
mankind.     .     .     ." 

"The  challenge  is  to  all  mankind.  .  . 
The  wrongs  against  which  we  array  our- 
selves cut  to  the  very  roots  of  human 
life.     ..." 

"Our  object  is  to  vindicate  the  prin- 
ciples of  peace  and  justice.  .  .  Self- 
governed  nations  do  not  fill  their  neigh- 
bors' states  with  spies  and  intrigue.  .  ." 
"No  autocratic  government  can  be 
trusted  to  keep  faith." 

"One  of  the  things  that  has  served  to 
convince  us  that  the  Prussian  autocracy 
was  not  and  never  could  be  our  friend  is 
that  from  the  very  outset  it  has  filled  our 
communities  and  even  our  offices  of  gov- 
ernment with  spies  and  set  criminal  in- 
trigues everj-where  afoot.    .    .    ." 

"The  intrigues  have  been  carried  on 
under  the  personal  direction  of  official 
agents  of  the   Imperial   Government." 

"We    now    accept   the    gage   of    battle 
and  shall   spend  the  whole  force  of  the 
nation      .      .      to  fight   for   the   ultimate 
peace  of  the  world  and  the  liberation  of 
its  peoples — the  German  peoples  included 
.     .     .     for  the  rights  of  na- 
tions great  and  small.    .    .    ." 
"The  world  must  be  made 
safe  for  democracy.     .     .     ." 
"Its  peace  must  be  planted 
on   political   liberty.     .     .     ." 
"We  have  no  selfish  ends  to 
serve     .     .     .     we  desire  no 
conquest.     .     .     We  seek  no 
indemnities." 

"It   is   a    fearful    thing   to 


lead  this  great  peaceful  people  into  war 
.  .  but  right  is  more  precious  than 
peace.  .  .  .  We  dedicate  our  lives  and 
our  fortunes  for  the  principle  that  gave 
America  birth — God  helping  her — she  can 
do  no  other." 

"^  0  LONGER  is  America  to  stand  on 
■'■^  the  order  of  her  going  into  the  war. 
She  is  to  act  in  full  co-operation  with  the 
Allies.  Instead  of  a  gift  of  one  billion, 
credits  and  bonds  to  the  extent  of  three 
billion  are  tS  be  provided  for  the  Allies, 
with  those  flags  the  Stars  and  Stripes  now 
unfurl.  Instead  of  a  beggarly  army  of 
100,000,  the  United  States  is  to  have  an 
army  of  a  million;  and  universal  service 
has  come,  including  women  and  girls. 
Women  have  already  joined  the  U.S. 
Navy,  which  is  to  act  in  full  co-operation 
with  the  British   Navy. 

Too  much  weight  must  not  be  given  to 
the  filibustering'  tactics  of  Senator  La 
Follette's  utter  collapse  and  raving  inco- 
place,  Wisconsin  is  pro-German.  In  the 
second,  the  rules  of  the  Senate  are  fear- 
fully and  wonderfully  made  like  Mr. 
Bumble's  law,  which  was  "an  ass  and  an 
idiot."  Rules  of  priviliges,  which  may  be 
demanded  by  any  fool,  can  hold  up  any 
resolution  for  a  few  days.  In  the  third 
place,  anyone  who  remembers  Senator  La- 
Follete's  utter  collapse  and  raving  inco- 
herency  at  a  certain  press  function  a  few 
years  ago  will  not  place  reliance  on  the 
man's  mental  poise. 

On  re-reading  the  President's  message 
very  carefully,  the  important  and  porten- 
tous lines  are  not  those  sections  setting 
for_th  the  Magna  Charta  of  human  liber- 
ties, which  have  been  almost  universally 
accepted  since  the  days  of  the  French 
Revolution.  The  important  and  portent- 
ous section  is  in  that  line 
where  the  President  fore- 
shadows the  freeinfi  of  the 
German  people.  In  the  light 
of  the  Russian  Revolution, 
that  means  only  one  thing — 
it  means  that  the  United 
States  will  fight  to  end  Hoh- 
enzollern  rule  in  Germany, 
and  that  the  German  people 
in  the  United  States  will  fight 


Theodore  Roosevelt;  who  is 
mentioned  prominently  in  all 
dismssio7is  of  coalition  gov- 
ernments in  the  United  States. 

under  the  Stars  and  Stripes  to  brivri 
about  a  republic  in  Germany. 

Is  it  any  wonder  that  Herr  Ballin,  of 
the  Hamburg  American  Line — the  most 
prophetic  of  all  Germany's  public  men — 
on  hearing  of  America's  declaration,  said 
quietly: 

"The  war  will  end  by  June"^ — the  time 
it  will  take  the  United  States  to  begin 
transporting  men  and  supplies?  Is  it  any 
wonder  that  even  the  Chancellor  warns 
Germany  that  the  clock  of  destiny  is  strik- 
ing the  hour? 

And  so  we  come  back  to  find  President 
Wilson  the  man  we  have  always  known — 
the  polished  rhetorician  uttering  mag- 
nificent sentiments,  but  coming  out  just 
at  the  end  with  that  great  help  so  sorely 
needed  at  first,  when  that  help  is  prac- 
tically no  longer  needed. 

'  I  ^  HE  American  nation  has  accepted  the 
-'-    situation  with  characteristic  enthus- 
iasm   and    readiness.      The    copper    men 
have  cut  prices  in   half  for  government 


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service.  The  private  ship  yard  plants 
have  given  over  their  work  to  government 
contracts.  Many  private  ship  lines  have 
assigned  their  vessels  as  auxiliary  crui- 
sers. The  Federal  Reserve  Banks — which 
were  shy  of  foreign  credit  but  three 
months  ago — have  come  openly  out  advo- 
cating the  gift — not  loan — of  a  billion  to 
the  Allies  in  the  war  for  freedom.  The 
demonstration  for  actual  service  on  the 
field  in  Europe  is  growing  so  pronounced 
that  military  authorities  are  considering 
calling  for  a  foreign  legion  of  500,000 
Americans;  and  it  is  a  foregone  conclu- 
sion that  men  like  Roosevelt  will  offer 
their  services  to  muster  such  a  force  for 
foreign  service. 

On  the  part  of  the  Germans  and  the 
German-Americans,  there  is  a  silence  that 
the  Secret  Service  do  not  like.  Orders 
have  been  issued  "not  to  talk."  For  what 
else  orders  have  been  issued,  causes  anx- 
iety; for  foreign  orders  are  still  being 
obeyed.  Personally,  I  cannot  conceive  of 
German-Americans — or  even  pure  Ger- 
mans in  America — risking  their  lives  to 
perpetuate  such  a  conflict  here  as  their 
comrades  in  arms  in  Europe  are  risking 
Heaven  and  Earth  to  escape.  I  cannot 
conceive  of  their  doing  it  even  for  money, 
or  for  the  promise  of  loot  from  the  gold- 
crammed  vaults  of  American  banks ;  but 
my  opinion  is  a  purely  personal  one ;  and 
I  want  to  put  on  record  tha.t  it  is  not 
shared  by  the  U.S.  officials,  who  know. 
One  officer  told  me  recently  that  an  un- 
easy feeling  of  apprehension  of  real  action 
pervades  government  circles.  Two  or 
three  disagreeable  incidents  indicate  ac- 
tivity behind  the  screen  of  German  silence. 
The  crews  of  interned  vessels  in  Phila- 
delphia and  Southern  waters  made  open 
defiant  breaks  for  liberty  under  running 
fire.  Why?  They  were  perfectly  safe  on 
their  vessels.  Several  of  the  prisoners 
sentenced  for  German  plots  have  myster- 
iously escaped.  Apparently  "causeless" 
fires  have  wiped  out  the  tracks  of  certain 
pro-German  manufacturers  of  acids, 
chemicals  and  explosives.  Now  it  is  an 
even  bet  that  no  pro-German  manufac- 
turer of  acids,  chemicals  and  explosives 
has  been  able  to  export  such  products  for 
the  last  year.  For  whom  were  they  being 
manufactured,  and  why? 

Of  the  German  Reservists  in  the  coun- 
try there  is  a  perceptible  thinning  out,  or 
process  of  evanishment.  They  seem 
simply  to  have  dropped  through  the  floor. 
Where  are  they  going,  and  why? 

'  I  '  HERE  is  reason  for  the  uneasiness 
■■■  of  the  authorities.  During  the  space 
that  intervened  between  the  breaking  off 
of  diplomatic  relations  and  actual  declara- 
tion of  war,  the  German  propaganda  went 
on  in  the  United  States  just  as  before. 
Foreigners  were  actually  massing  for 
drill  at  such  strategic  points  as  Buffalo 
and  Detroit — which  should  be  interesting 


to  Canada — and  Bridgeport  and  El  Paso. 
German  soldiers  were  found  masquerad- 
ing in  U.S.  army  l;haki.  One  has  jus't 
been  court  martialed  for  this  down  on 
the  Mexican  border,  and  another  up  in 
Minnesota  on  the  Canadian  border,  which 
should  also  be  interesting  to  the  Domin- 
ion. It  will  be  remembered  that,  when 
the  war  broke  out  in  1914,  many  German 
chemists  rushed  to  the  United  States  to 
establish  such  new  industries  as  dyes, 
chemicals,  small  explosives.  When  Ger- 
many began  buying  up  such  industries 
here,  it  will  be  recalled  the  explanation 
was  given  the  oolicy  was  not  to  use  these 
industries,  but  to  keep  the  Allies  from 
using  them.  Half  a  dozen  incendiary 
fires  have  been  revealing  the  true  animus 
of  such  industries.  When  the  Secret  Ser- 
vice began  to  wonder  if  such  chemicals 
and  explosives  could  possibly  be  stocked 
up  in  secret  somewhere,  there  were  fires 
to  conceal  the  fact  that  Germans  had  been 
manufacturing  chlorine  in  this  country. 
It  is  a  pretty  good  guess  such  chlorine  was 
not  for  use  by  the  Allies.  It  could  not 
get  across  the  blockade  to  Germany.  For 
what,  then,  was  it  being  manufactured? 
When  the  official  enquiry  was  made,  there 
were  fires.  , 

So,  although  my  personal  opinion  is 
that  the  government  will  be  able  to  keep 
the  country,  under  control,  there  is  good 
reason  for  the  very  apparent  official  un- 
easiness. 

A  ND  IT  must  be  recorded  that  the  pre- 
-^  ■»■  parations  are  not  going  ahead  as  sat- 
isfactorily as  could  be  desired. 

True,  twenty-four  destroyers  have  been 
ordered;  but  they  cannot  be  ready  for  six 
months  or  a  year. 

True,  the  Army  and  Navy  have  been 
ordered  recruited  to  full  strength;  but 
in  the  various  centres,  enlistment  prior 
to  the  declaration  of  war  was  going 
ahead  only  at  the  beggarly  rate  of  a 
baker's  dozen  a  day.  State  militias  have 
been  ordered  mobilized:  yes,  but  State 
militias  were  so  disgusted  by  the  graceful 
Mexican  fiasco — which  headlines  have  dis- 
guised as  a  strategic  victory — that  hun- 
dreds of  men  and  officers  are  withdrawing. 

The  big  metal  men  have  pledged  wai 
materials  at  cost;  but  the  big  metal  pro- 
ducts were  bought  up  by  the  Allies  months 
ahead. 

There  is  abundance  of  ammunition;  but 
there  are  almost  no  suns  and  rifles  to  use 
it.     I  think  the  United  States 
have   fewer   than    300   Lewis 
guns.    The  Allies  have  30,000 
now  on  the 
Western  fir- 
ing line. 

College 
men  and 
women  may 
volun  teer 
for  service; 
but  all  the 
volunteers 


on  earth  are  a  useless,  pathetic  rabble 
without  leadership;  and  the  big  men 
most  capable  of  efficient  leadership — 
men  whose  motives  the  bitterest  enemy 
could  not  suspect — have  been  summar- 
ily turned  down — I  was  going  to  add, 
"through  German  manipulation";  but 
I  am  compelled  to  record  that  it  has 
been  through  the  Wilson  administra- 
tion. 

For  example — no  man  has  proved 
himself  more  capable  of  leadership  in 
peace  and  war,  or  more  representative 
of  true  American  sentiment,  than  Theo- 
dore Roosevelt.  Undoubtedly,  small  politics 
prevented  his  nomination  in  Chicago;  but 
every  country  in  this  war  has  forgotten 
politics  in  patriotism  and  called  to  lead- 
ership the  men  fitted  for  the  job,  inde- 
pendent of  party.  It  has  been  suggested 
that  the  Wilson  Administration  should  so 
utilize  Roosevelt's  abilities  as  a  leader 
and  organizer  in  a  coalition  cabinet,  but 
the  Democrats  have  so  far  smiled  a  de- 
precatory  smile   of  refusal. 

Or  take  the  case  of  Major  Wood. 
Wood's  abilities  need  no  proof.  Also  he 
has  been  utterly  unsparing  in  his  criti- 
cism of  the  inefficiency  of  the  Bureaucrats 
at  Washington — the  men,  for  instance, 
who  drove  the  Lewis  gun  out  of  this  coun- 
try. Wood  has  preached  preparedness 
in  season,  and  out  of  season.  He  has  not 
preached  "head-line"  preparedness,  but 
the  soldier's  preparedness.  He  was  re- 
cently removed  from  the  important  de- 
partment at  New  York;  and  on  the  verge 
of  war,  relegated  to  an  obscure  Southern 
post.  The  Bureaucrats  have  triumphed. 
Or  take  the  case  of  Snowden  Marshall, 
the  United  States  Attorney  for  the  Dis- 
trict of  New  York.  Mr.  Marshall  has 
openly  regarded  the  country  as  at  war 
since  the  sinking  of  the  Lusitania.  He  has 
been  relentless  in  his  pursuit  of  German 
plotters.  He  has  resigned.  He  is  suc- 
ceeded by  a  son-in-law  of  the  President's 
friend. 

Partyism,  bureaucracy,  nepotism — do 
not  make  for  union  and  defence.  If  pre- 
paration for  war  is  to  go  forward  in  this 
fashion,  where  is  the  real  aid  to  the 
Allies? 

Now  that  the  country  is  officially  at 
war,  however,  there  are  strong  hopes  that 
all  such  policies  will  be  swept  aside  and 
that  the  Government  will  profit  by  the 
mistakes  of  the  allied  democracies  and 
prepare  for  war  on  the  efficient  basis 
which  Britain  and  France  have  reached. 

A^  AR  COMES  to  the  United  States  at 
"  "  a  time  when  the  majority  of  Uncle 
Sam's  big  family  are  on  a  joy-ride  of  the 
most  riotous  prosperity  ever  known  by 
any  people  since  the  beginning  of  time. 
They   don't   see   the   storm   signs.     They 


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won't  see  the  storm  signs.  America's 
foreign  commerce  has  all  but  trebled  in 
three  years. 

The  price  of  cotton,  the  price  of  wheat, 
the  price  of  copper — all  have  doubled  in 
three  years.  Steel  that  used  to  be  2  plus 
cents  a  pound  is  now  7  cents.  Certain 
steel  products  that  used  to  be  $20  to  $28 
a  ton  are  now  $70  to  $80  a  ton,  with  more 
orders  ahead  for  two  years  than  can  pos- 
sibly be  filled. 

P^armer,  miner,  factory  worker — all  are 
redundantly   prosperous. 

There  is  literally  not  a  case  of  unem- 
ployment in  the  country  to-day. 

The  United  States  has  stored  away  in 
bank  vaults  and  mints  in  pure  gold  al- 
most seven  times  as  much  gold  as  the 
mines  of  the  whole  world  produce  in  a 
year.  Other  nations  are  pawning  their 
gold  ornaments  for  bread,  stripping  their 
street  car  tracks  and  kitchens  of  copper, 
selling  silver  and  plate  for  food.  Uncle 
Sam  has  more  gold  and  silver  and  cop- 
per than  he  knows  what  to  do  with. 

Entrenched  in  opulence,  secure  against 
want,    with    workmen    enjoying    greater 
luxuries  than  royalty  can 
aflford      i  n      war-drained 
Europe,     what,     then,     is 
there,  to  fear?    Where  are 
the   storm  signals?     It   is 
more  than   the  danger   of 
a  burglar  breaking  into  a 
nation's    bank    vault; 
though   a   nation   with   al- 
most three  billions  of  gold 
in   reserve,  while  the  rest 
of  the  world  is  destitute,  must  face  the 
fact   that   its    very    overplus   of    wealth 
is  a  magnet  drawing  danger. 

It  is  necessary  again  to  revert  back  to 
the  question  of  the  danger  within  the  bor- 
ders of  the  United  States — and  along  the 
borders. 

First,  in  the  public  mind,  no  doubt,  are 
the  plots  of  Germany  to  involve  the 
United  States  in  war  with  Mexico.  If 
Mexico  would  join  Germany  in  her  world 
aims — incidentally  giving  Germany  bases 
for  submarine  war  against  the  United 
States  —  Germany  would  guarantee  to 
Mexico  the  restoration  of  Texas.  Arizona 
and  New  Mexico.  These  are  the  pro- 
mises in  the  famous  Zimmerman  note  to 
Carranza  intercepted  at  the  border.  This 
note  was  made  public  by  Wilson  at  the 
time  the  filibusters  in  the  Senate  were 
preventing  the  armjng  of  American  mer- 
chant vessels  against  German  submarines. 
Now  the  astounding  fact  is  not  the  reve- 
lations in  the  note.  It  is  the  suppression 
of  the  information  by  the  American  Gov- 
ernment for  two  years.  Von  Papen  was 
in  Mexico  from  1911  to  the  outbreak  of 
the  Great  War  in  1914.  In  a  letter  writ- 
ten by  a  German  Admiralty  official  at 
this  period,  reference  is  made  to  the  ad- 


vantages that  may  accrue  to  Germany 
from  the  employment  of  the  various  Mex- 
ican factions.  It  has  been  known  that 
German  gold — and  German  gold  only — 
has  financed  every  revolutionary  party  in 
Mexico  from  1911.  It  has  been  known 
because  drafts  on  German  banks  have 
paid  for  munitions  going  into  Mexico. 
German  funds  are  to-day  being  transfer- 
red from  American  banks  to  Mexican 
banks.  When  old  Huerta  was  arrested 
on  the  border  trying  to  go  back  to  Mexico, 
the  American  Government  got  possession 
of  evidence  connecting  Von  Rintelen's 
plots  on  the  border  with  the  old  Indian 
chief.  Huerta  died,  and  Von  Rintelen  was 
caught  and  imprisoned  in  England;  but 
to  pretend  that  Germany's  machinations 
in  Mexico  were  unknown  to  Washington 
is  to  act  on  the  assumption  that  the  Amer- 
ican public  is  a  fool.  In  fact,  proof  ex- 
ists that  the  American  marines  were  with- 
drawn from  Vera  Cruz  solely  because 
Wilson  got  knowledge  that  Germany  was 
behind  the  plots  to  involve  the  United 
States  in  war  with  Mexico. 


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'  I  *  HE  difficulties  extend  also  to  purely 
■*■  internal  conditions.  Take  the  great 
railroad  strike  which  has  been  postponed 
by  special  request  of  the  President.  Now, 
there  is  no  doubt  that  the  mounting  cost 
of  living  is  working  a  terrible  hardship  on 
people  of  small  salaried  income.  Bread 
has  doubled  in  price.  Potatoes  have 
trebled.  Meat  is  50%  higher;  but  the  prime 
cause  of  the  increased  cost  of  living  is  the 
increased  cost  of  labor  to  the  farmer. 
Wages  to  farm  laborers  are  to-day  $50 
a  month — twice  what  they  were  ten  years 
ago.  Farmers  have  to  charge  higher  for 
produce  or  go  out  of  buisness.  It  is  be- 
cause so  many  have  gone  out  of  business 
that  certain  products  have  soared  in  price 


— milk  and  meat,  for  instance.  At  time- 
of  writing,  the  railroad  leaders  declare 
frankly  if  the  Supreme  Court  annuls  their 
eight-hour  law,  they  will  halt  every  wheel 
of  commerce  -and  industry  in  the  United 
States.  That  a  stoppage  of  exports  would 
paralyze  the  Allies  in  their  fight  for  free- 
dom, they — the  labor_leaders — do  not  care. 
It  does  not  concern  me  that  the  rail- 
road operators  charge  that  these  strikes 
are  bribed  by  German  gold.  What  para- 
lyzes me  is  the  fact  that  labor  leaders, 
who  are  fighters  for  freedom,  should  place 
their  own  personal  gains  before  the 
world's  fight  for  freedom  from  despotism. 
These  engineers  and  conductors,  who  are 
behind  the  threatened  strike,  are  to-day 
earning  from  $200  to  $280  a  month — 
twice  the  average  income  of  the  preacher, 
teacher,  doctor,  who  has  spent  seven  years 
preparing  for  his  job. 

Or  take  the  case  of  the  dozen  filibus- 
ters, who  in  the  closing  hours  of  the  regu- 
lar session  of  Congress  prevented  a  law 
authorizing  the  arming  of  American  mer- 
chant vessels!  If  you  look  up  the  con- 
stituencies of  these  men,  you  will  find  they 
come  exclusively  from  the 
pro-German  sections  of  the 
Middle  West  or  the  pro- 
Irish  sections  of  the  East. 
That  is — the  love  of  Ger- 
many, or  the  hatred  of  Eng- 
land, was  stronger  in  these 
men  than  their  loyalty  to 
the  United  States. 

It  would  be  easy  here 
to  pause  and  generalize  on 
the  why  of  the  suppression 
of  facts  as  to  Mexican  plots, 
as  to  plots  against  Can- 
ada, as  to  conspiracy 
against  India;  on  the  lack 
of  leadership  in  the  Pre- 
sident; and  the  lack  of 
national  cohesion  among 
the  people;  on  labor  lead- 
ers who  seek  personal  ad- 
vantage by  embarrassing 
their  country  when  the 
nation  is  on  the  brink  of 
war;  on  Senators  whose 
hatred  of  England  or  love  of  "Germany 
was  greater  than  their  loyalty  to  the 
United  States.  It  would  be  easy  to  con- 
clude from  such  evidence  that  the  United 
States  are  not  a  nation,  but  a  congerie  of 
small  nations,  whose  union  is  a  rope  of 
sand. 

But  the  declaration  of  war  may  prove 
to  be  the  tonic  that  will  build  up  the  na- 
tion and  drive  these  internal  disorders 
from  the  blood.  The  causes  of  dissension 
are  quoted  only  as  proof  of  the  difficult 
position  in  which  Uncle  Sam  stands.  That 
he  will  rise  to  his  stupendous  task  and 
take  the  part  in  the  world  conflict  that 
he  is  capable  of,  despite  the  troubles  in 
his  own  home,  is  the  firm  belief  of  all. 


T  H  E    C  O  WA  R  D 

Bv  Alfred    Gordon 


O,  why  are  you  marching  off  to  the  war? 

You're  much  too  young  to  be  there. 
"A  bugle  blew  and  I  thrilled  all  through 

And  I  tossed  my  cap  in  the  air!" 

O,  why  are  you  marching  off  to  the  war? 

Will  you  cheer  like  that  when  you  die? 
"'Fight,'  said  the  King!     Who's  questioning, 

A  traitor,  coward  or  spy?" 

O,  why  are  you  marching  off  to  the  war? 

Speak  out.  man!     Are  you  dumb? 
"I  saw  the  star  of  Trafalgar, 

And  I  heard  Drake  tapping  his  drum." 


O,  why  are  you  marching  off  to  the  war. 

Blanched  white  to  the  lips  with  wrath? 
"Aloof  stood  I  till  a  nation's  cry 

Like  Christ's  from  the  Cross  rang  forth!" 

And  why  are  you  marching  off  to  the  war? 

And  why  are  you  muttering  so? 
"Pah!    It's  always  the  same  for  the  pawns  of  the  game. 

But  someone's  got  to  go." 

Why  are  you  not  marching  off  to  the  war? 

Have  you  mother  or  child,  or  wife? 
"At  home  I  stayed.    I  was  afraid. 

And  now  I  must  take  my  life." 


Sunshine  in  Mariposa 


A 


Four  Acts 


Play  in 

Based  on   "Sunshine  Sketches  in  a    Small  Town" 

By  Stephen  Leacock 
Illustrated  by  C.   W.   Jefferys 

Eultor's  Note. — Tliis  ia  a  (Irmnatizution  of  Stephen  Leacoeka 

best  known  hook.    It  is  not,  however,  the  version  that  was  used  by 

Cyril  Maude  under  the  title," Jeff."    This  short-lived  effort  was  th< 

work  of  an  English  dramatist. 


The   scene   of   this   play   is   laid   in 
somewhere    between    Toronto    and    the 

Act  I. 
Jeff  Thorpe's  Barber  Shop. 

Act  II. 
Four   Weeks   Later. 
Thorpe's  "Mining  Exchange"  (form- 
erly Thorpe's  Barber  Shop),  Mariposa. 


che  little  town  of  Mariposa   in   Ontario, 
Cobalt    Silver    Country. 

Act  III. 

Scene  1. — The  back  parlor  of  Smith's 
Hotel,    Mariposa. 

Scene  2.^The  Vaults  of  the  Mari- 
posa Bank. 

Act  IV.  y 

Jeff  Thorpe's  Barber  Shop. 


Jeff    goes    and     looks    in     the     glass. 
"How  do  you  like  my  new  hat,  Myra?" 


Mrs.  Gillis,  scrub  lady  and  wife  of  Ben 
Gillis,  caretaker  of  the  Bank. 

Peter  Pupkin,  second  Ledger  Keeper 
of  the  Exchange  Bank,  Mariposa, 
and  engaged  to — 

Myra  Thorpe,  daughter  of  Jefferson 
Thorpe,  and  employed  in  the  tele- 
phone exchange. 

Josh  Smith,  proprietor  of  Smith's 
Hotel. 

Lawyer  Macartney,  of  the  Mariposa 
Bar. 


Characters  of   the   Play. 
(In  the  order  of  their  appearance.) 

Bill  Evans,  Town  Constable  of  Mari- 
posa. 

Jefferson  Thorpe,  once  of  London, 
England,  now  Barber  of  Mariposa. 

Andy,  man  of  all  work  at  Smith's  Hotel. 

Mr.  Mullins,  Manager  of  the  Ex- 
change Bank  of  Mariposa. 

Nora,  the  new  Irish  help  at  Smith's 
Hotel. 

Ben  Gillis,  caretaker  of  the  Bank. 

Mr.  Slyde,  a  stranger  in  Mariposa.    . 

Mr.  Harstone,  partner  of  Mr.  Slyde. 


Act  One. 

SGEHE.—Jeff  Thorpe's  Barber  Shop 
in  Mariposa :  2  barber  chairs,  chairs 
for  customers,  table  with  news- 
Itapers,  hat  rack  and  so  on.  A  ciqar  case.  . 
One  corner  of  the  shop  partitioned  off  to 
the  height  of  6  or  7  feet,  with  a  frosted 
glass  door  and  the  legend  Hot  and  Cold 
Baths. 

At  the  back  of  the  stage  the  big  win- 
dow of  the  shop  with  a  thin  tnuslin  over  it  ; 
through  it  one  sees  the  Main  Street  of 
Mariposa,  sleeping  in  the  sun — opposite  it 
is  Smith's  Hotel. 

It  is  the  noon  hour  of  a  drowsy  day  in 
.June.     The  curtain  rises  on: 

Mrs.  Gillis,  cleaning  up  the  shop — 
ancjular,  in  rusty  black,  bare  elbows.  Her 
bonnet  and  light  shawl  are  on  a  peg.  She 
is  on  her  hands  and  knees  sweeping  up 
stuff  off  the  floor  with  a  little  hand  broom 
into  a  waate  paper  basket — a  litter  of 
hair,  crumpled  paper  and  newspapers. 
She  works  energetically,  talking  to  her- 
self as  she  does  so. 

Mrs.  Gillis.— "Land  Sakes!  the  litter 
of  this  here  place.  You'd  never  think,  to 
look  at  it,  it  was  all  cleaned  up  good  last 
Wednesday.  The  bank's  bad  enough  and 
cleaning  the  hotel's  bad  enough,  but  this 
here  barber  shop  of  Mr.  Thorpe's  is  the 
beat  of  all.  Only  just  yesterday  Mrs.  Ma- 
cartney says  to  me,  'Mrs.  Gillis,'  she  says, 
'it  ain't  a  woman's  work,  not  for  a  woman 
like  you '     Well!     I  declare   (she  has 


picked  up  a  thick  wad  of  black  hair  and  is      excursion 


examining  it)    if  Jim  Kedger  ain't  been 
having  his  hair  cut!     At  last!" 

[There  is  heard  so^meone  shaking  at 
the  handle  of  the  street  door.  Mrs. 
Gillis  goes  over  to  the  door  and  speaks 
close  to  the  crack  of  it,  her  head  side- 

W01/S.] 

Mrs.  Gillis. — "Mr.  Thorpe  ain't  here. 
he's  to  his  house  to  his  dinner."  (She 
goes  on  cleaning  and  talking.)  "And  it 
ain't  only  the  hair  and  the  shaving  soap 
and  that.  What  does  Mr.  Thorpe  do  but 
he  must  spend  all  his  spare  time  cutting 
up  newspapers  and  throwing  'em  all  over 
the  place."  (She  uncrumples  and  un- 
folds some  crumpled  newspapers  that  are 
lyin/i  on  the  floor  and  reads  the  title,  with 
difficidty.)  "To-ronto  Mining  Noose — C-o- 
Cobalt  Nugget  —  C-o-m  —  Cominercial— 
Something  Times — well,  I  never!  That's 
the  way  its  been  ever  since  Mr.  Thorpe 

got  took  up  with  this  mining  idee " 

[She  has  now  filled  up  the  basket  and 

goes  and  empties  it  over  the  top  of 

the    partitioned   space   marked    Hot 

AND  Cold  Baths,  beating  on  the  bot- 

tO'M  with  her  hand  to  make  it  empty. 

Again  someone  tries  the  handle  of  the 

door  and  knocks  at  it.      Mrs.  Gillis 

again  goes  to  the  door.] 

Mrs.  Gillis. — "Mr.  Thorpe  aint  here. 

He's  to  his  dinner  to  his  house"     (A  voice 

is  heard  outside  making  an  enquiry,  but 

the  words  cannot  be  distinguished.)    "Eh, 

for  the  excursion  on  the  steamer?     Well, 

he  said   he'd   be  back  at  one  and   be   in 

lots  of  time  to  shave  the  folks  for  the 

(She  goes  on  cleaning.     She 


fills  her  basket  and  again  empties  it  over 
the  top  of  the  Hot  and  Cold  Baths  space. 
She  then  picks  up  a  wet  cloth  and  sets  to 
wiping  the  wood  work  of  the  drawer  and 
cupboard  with  terrific  energy.  In  doing 
this  she  accidently  pulls  one  drawer  open 
with  great  force.  The  bottoin  of  it  falls 
out  and  a  bundle  of  odd  looking  papers 
falls  to  the  floor.)  "There!  That  comes 
of  brim  fillin'  up  these  drawers  with  his 
ojd  truck.  You  can't  no  more  than  touch 
anything  but  it  falls  to  pieces  on  you." 
(She  picks  up  one  of  the  papers  and  looks 
at  it.  It  is  a  big  pink  certificate,  with 
scroll  work  and  big  letters  on  it.  She 
spells  it  out.)  "C-o-r-o-n-a,  Coroney,  J-e- 
Jewel,  Mining  C-o-r-p-o-r-a-t-i-o-n,  Com- 
pany, Coroney  Jewell  Mining  Company — 
I-n-t-e-r-i-m,  Internal,  Certicate  —  Well, 
now,  of  all  the  litter  that  man  does  gather 
up.  If  I  didn't  get  in  here  oncet  in  a  while 
to  clean   up,  he'd  have  the  place  full  of 

it " 

[She  gathers  up  the  certificates,  that 

are   scattered  over   the   floor,   stuffs 

them,   into    the    basket    and   empties 

them   over   into    the   Hot   and   Cold 

Baths.     Someone  knocks  again.} 

Mrs.  Gillis. — "Mr  Thorpe  is  to  his — " 

Voice  of  Peter  Pupkin  outside.— "Oh. 

is  that  you  Mrs.  Gillis.     Could  you  just 

let  me  in  for  a  moment? 

Mrs.  Gillis. — "Oh,  is  that  jx>u,  Mr. 
Pupkin?" 

[Slie  unlocks  the  door.      Enter  Peter 
Pupkiyi,  young,  neatly  dressed,  pink 
and  ivhite,  foolish,  but  good.] 
Pupkin. — "Mr.  Thorpe's  not  here,  eh!" 


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Mrs.  Gillis  (with  a  sort 
of  simper)  .—"I'll  garntee  it 
wasn't  to  see  Mr.  Thorpe 
that  you  come  in,  Mr.  Pup- 
kin.  But  if  it's  Miss  Myra 
you're  after,  she'd  ought  to 
be  here  'any  minute.  She 
mostly  comes  in  on  her  way 
to  work  after  dinner." 

PUPKIN.  —  "Well— yes  — 
I  did  half  think  I  might — I 
might  sort  of  see  Miss  Myra. 
But  I  really  have  business 
with  Mr.  Thorpe,  too,  bank 
business." 

Mrs.  Gillis.  —  "Owen- 
deed!" 

PUPKIN.— "Yes,  confiden- 
tial business.  The  point 
is, — this  of  course  is  absol- 
utely, confidential, — his  note 
is  due  to-day  for  thirty-six 
dollars  and  fifty  cents,  and 
we'll  have  to  protest  it." 

Mrs.  Gillis.— "Well  now, 
think  of  that.  Would  they 
send  him  to  jail  for  that, 
likely?" 

PuPKiN  (Imighs) .  — "Oh, 
no,  Mrs.  Gillis,  why  you've 
no  idea  how  many  people 
there  are  here  in  Mariposa 
that  have  notes  protested. 
Of  course  we  keep  it  abso- 
lutely quiet  in  the  bank — it's 
a  sort  of  sacred  confidence, 
don't  you  see, — but  take  this 
morning  alone,  Jim  Eliot  at 
the  drug  store,  seventy-one 
dollars.  The  cement  com- 
p  a  n  y  forty-six  dollars. 
Perry  and  Perry,  thirty-one 
dollars, — only  we  don't  talk 
about  it." 

Mrs.      Gilhis.  —  "Well, 
now!     And  Mr.  Thorpe  he 
owes  money  too!     I'm  right 
sorry   for   it.      But    I    ain't 
surprised,  Mr.  Pupkin,  with 
him  running  round  as  he  is 
and  with  his  mind  just  no- 
where.   Ever  since  he's  got 
took  with  this  mining  idee, 
he's  just  here  and  there  and 
all    over   the    place.        'Mr. 
Thorpe,'  I  says  to  him  last  week,  'you're 
neglecting   your    business,'    says    I,    (for 
I'm  an  old  friend  like.  Mr.  Pupkin:     I 
remember  well  Mr.  Thorpe's  missus,  that 
was,  when  they  first  came  out  from  the 
Old  Country  here  to  Marposey  years  ago : 
and  a  sweet  woman  she  was,  indeed.  Mr. 
Pupkin.    so    quiet    like;     folks    said    Mr. 
Thorpe  wasn't  never  the  same  after  she 
'lied,   till   Miss  Myra   began   to  grow  up 
and  take  her  place  like—),  'well,'  I  says, 
•Mr  Thorpe,'  I  says,  'your  neglecting  your 
tiusiness.'  " 

Pupkin.— "And  what  did  he  say?  Was 
lie  angry?" 

Mrs.  Gillis.— "Angry!  Mr.  Thorpe 
don't  never  get  angry.  He  just  looked  at 
me  as  if  he  felt  sorry  for  me.  'Mrs. 
Gilhs,  says  he,  'I'm  going  to  be  a  rich 
man.'  Him  rich,  Mr.  Pupkin!  (she  gur- 
gles). Why  every  lost  soul  in  Marposey 
knows  he  ain't  paid  Josh  Smith  no  rent 
for  this  shop  for  six  months  back.  'Mr. 
Thorpe,'  I  says  ifcr  I  speak  to  him  like 
an  old  friend),  'you  ain't  paid  no  rent  for 
SIX  months.'  'Mrs.  Gillis,'  he  says  'the 
rent  IS  all  right.  Renting  this  shop  to 
me  he  says  ,  'is  going  to  be  the  biggest 
deal  for  Josh  Smith  that  he  ever  put 
through.     When  I'm  rich,'  he  says,  'I'm 


"I'm  giving  this  man  a  sort  of  rush  shampoo." 


going  to   make  Josh   Smith   my   private 
secretary.' "  j    i-      «>.c 

PupKiN._"But,    I    say,    Josh     Smith 
can  t  read  and  write,  not  properly  " 

Mrs.  GiLLis.-"Why,  that's  what  I  said, 
^^-  P,"Pkin.  I  just  had  to  laff,  'Josh 
i5mith,  I  says,  'why  he  can't  read  and 
write.  'He  don't  need  to  read  and  write  ' 
says  Mr.  Thorpe,  'not  to  be  wm/  secre- 
tary, Im  going  to  be  that  rich,  Mrs. 
Gilhs  that  my  secretary  won't  need  to 
read  and  write.  But  don't  tell  Smith' 
says  he.  'I  don't  want  him  to  know  it, 
not  till  I'm  rich,'  Mr.  Pupkin,  I  just  had 
to  laugh,  and  yet  I  felt  kind  of  sorry  too. 
'When  I-'m  rich,'  and  'when  I'm  rich,'  and 
When  I'm  rich,'— that's  the  way  he  goes 
on  all  the  time  sincfe  he's  got  took  with 
this  Cobalt  idee — " 

[At  this  moment  a  band  is  heard  play- 
ing down  the  street  — Oh  Canada, 
Terre  de  nos  aieux.l 


[Mrs.  Gillis  and  Pupkin  go  to  the  win- 
dow.  looking  out  sideways  and  listen- 
ing.] 

Mrs.  Gillis.— "Yes,  it's  the  band  play- 
ing down  to  the  wharf.  They'd  ought  to 
get  a  big  crowd  to-day.  That's  real  pretty 
that,  0  Canady.  aint  it  Where  my  Ben 
and  I  was  brought  up  (we're  Nova  Scotia 
people,  Mr.  Pupkin)  we  didn't  have  that. 
It  was  the  Maple  Leaf  down  there.  But 
Oh  Canady  sounds  real  pretty,  don't  it?" 

[She  breaks  off,  and  points  over  towardt 
the  hotel] 

Mrs.  Gillis.— "Well,  I  declare,  there'i 
Lawyer  Macartney  going  into  the  bar, 
over  to  Smith's.  That's  four  drinks  he't 
had  since  I  came  here  at  half  past  twelve, 
and  yet  he  never  don't  seem  to  show  it— 
and  who  would  that  be  now  standing  over 
in  the  door " 

Pupkin. — "I  don't  seem  to  recognize 
him." 

Mrs.  Gillis. — "I  guess  he's  a  stranger 


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"//  /  didn't  get  in  here  oncet  in  a  while  to 
clean  up,  he'd  have  the  place  full  of  it." 


in  town.  He  must  have  come  in  off  the 
morning  train — looks  like  he  came  from 
the  city."  (She  looks  again,  and  speaks 
in  a  changed  voice.)  "Oh,  Mr.  Pupkin!" 
PUPKIN.— "What  is  it —  Oh,  I  see — " 
Mrs.  Gillis. — "It's  my  man  Ben,  Mr. 
Pupkin — look,  he's  gone  into  the  bar — 
Oh,  Mr.  Pupkin,  he's  started  in  drinking 
again.  All  this  week  he's  been  at  it. 
And  him  such  a  fine  man,  Mr.  Pupkin, 
iust  as  long  as  he  don't  touch  anything. 
All  the  two  years  we  had  Local  Option 
(she  half  sobs)  he  never  touched  a  drop. 
'Ruth,'  he  saj's  to  me,  'I'm  going  to  swear 
off.'  And  he  kept  it,  Mr.  Pupkin,  he  kept 
to  it  all  the  time  it  was  Local  Option. 
And  then  when  they  opened  the  bars 
again  last  year  he  started  in  again.  Oh, 
Mr.  Pupkin,  can't  your  folks  in  the  bank 
do  something  to  stop  him?  He  works  for 
yous  so  he  ought  to  listen  to  what  you'd 
say." 

Pupkin.— "Why,  Mrs.  Gillis,  I'm  aw- 
fully sorry.  We  do  what  we  can.  •  Only 
last  week  the  manager  offered  to  dismiss 
him  if  he  didn't  quit.    We  all  want  to  help 

him  you  know " 

[A  long  steam  whistle  is  heard.] 
Mrs.    Gillis    (recovering    herself.)  — 
"There's  the  one  o'clock  whistle.    I'll  just 
open  up  the  shop,  Mr.  Pupkin.    I'll  go  to 


see  to  Ben  and  perhaps 
you  wouldn't  mind  stay- 
ing here  till  Mr.  Thorpe 
or  Miss  Myra  comes — " 
(She  starts  to  put  on  her 
bonnet  and  shawl  and 
tidy  herself  up;  she  goes 
to  one  of  the  tnirrors.) 
"Dear!  Dear!  The  state 
I'm  in — "  (She  takes  up 
some  of  the  barber  pow- 
ders, cosmetics,  etc.,  and 
fixes  up  her  cheeks.) 

Pupkin.  —  "Oh,  and 
Mrs.  Gillis,  perhaps  you 
wouldn't  mind  —  you're 
sure  to  meet  Mr.  Thorpe 
on  the  street — you  might 
just  give  him  this  note, 
will  you?  I  hardly  like 
—  it's  thirty-six  fifty. 
Tell  him  it  has  to  be  paid 
to-day  —  but  it  doesn't 
matter — it's  only  a  mat- 
ter of  form." 

Mrs.  Gillis.  —  "All 
right,  I'll  give  it  to  him 
(goes  to  the  door) —  and 
here's  Miss  Myra  coming 
right  along  now  —  so 
good-bye  Mr.  Pupkin." 
[Exit  Mrs  Gillis.] 
Pupkin  (looking  down 
the  street  left) . — "Here 
she  comes.  By  Jove, 
doesn't  she  look  nice!  If 
I'm  not  the  luckiest  fel- 
low  "  (Hurries  to  the 

door.) 

[Enter   Myra.] 
Myra.— "Peter!" 
Pupkin. — "Myra !" 
-       [They  embrace  at  the 
door.] 
Myra    (as  Peter  leads 
her   into    the   shop.)    — 
"What  were   you   saying 
all    to    yourself    at    the 
door?" 

Pupkin.— "I  vi^as  say- 
ing I  was  the  luckiest 
fellow   in   Mariposa." 

Myra.— "Oh,  you  silly 
boy." 
[They  kiss  again.] 

Pupkin. — "I  say,  you  look  awfully  nice 
this  afternoon." 

Myra. — "Don't  you  see  why?  Don't 
you  notice  anything?" 

Pupkin. — "No-o,  not  exactly." 
Myra. — "Oh,  Peter.    You're  so  provok- 
ing   You  never  notice  anything." 

Pupkin.  —  "I  see  you  look  awfully 
nice." 

Myra. — "Yes,  but  my  hat,  my  new  hat 
—  (she  runs  to  one  of  the  mirrors.)  Just 
think,  only  two  dollars — but  you  should 
have  seen  it  when  I  got  it — hideous — I 
tore  all  the  trimming  off  it,  so,  and  threw 
away  the  band,  and  then  bent  the  straw 
up,  so,  and  put  a  little  bit  of  muslin  and 
the  flower,  so — don't  you  like  it?" 
[Turns,  facing  Pupkin,] 
Myra.— "And  you  know,  Peter,  after 
all,  it's  awfully  nice  now  that  I  have  a 
job  in  the  Telephone  Exchange,  to  think 
that  I  can  save  money  and  help  too." 

Pupkin. — "But  I  say,  Myra,  you  didn't 
come  into  the  bank  this  morning.  I 
watched  for  you  all  the  time.  I  had  the 
savings  ledger  open  at  the  very  page,  all 
ready,  with  Myra  Thorpe  written  at  the 
top  of  it  It  looks  fine — didn't  they  pay 
your  salary  to-day  after  all?'' 


Myra    (confused). — "Yes,    dear,    they 
gave  it  to  me — -only — only  I  spent  it." 
Pupkin    (disappointed).  —  "Spent    it? 

Why,  Myra Oh,  of  course,   it's  all 

■right,  dear.    I  know,  you  need  clothes  and 

things.     And  your  new  hat " 

Myra  (still  confused) . — "No,  no,  Peter. 

it  wasn't  my  hat — it  was " 

Pupkin. — "Oh,  Myra — I  see  what  you 
mean.  You  gave  the  money  to  your  father 
again?" 

Myra. — "Yes,  dear,  I  gave  it  to  father. 
Peter,  I  couldn't  help  it.  He  seemed  to 
need  it  so  badly,  Peter,  Don't  think  that 
father  asked  me  for  it.  He'd  never,  never 
do  that.  It  was  for  a  mine,  the  Lone  Star 
Mine.  Father  said  if  he  had  thirty  dol- 
lars he  could  turn  it  into  three  thousand 
in  a  week — and  he  seemed  to  need  it  so 
badly — and  it's  in  my  name  and  father 
says  he  wants  us  to  buy  a  house  with  the 
three  thousand,  for  when  we're  married. 
He's  going  to  take  me  to  look  for  one 
right  away.  Oh,  Peter,  do  you  think  it 
possible,  could  father  make  all  that  monev 
with  it?" 

Pupkin  (shaking  his  head  sadly). — 
"No,  dear,  utterly  impossible.  We  see  it 
in  the  bank  every  day.  It's  only  the  big 
people,  the  inside  people,  that  make  money 
from  the  silver  country.  I  don't  want 
to  be  unkind,  dear,  and  really  I'm  not 
thinking  of  the  money  for  ourselves,  but 
don't,  please  don't,  give  money  again  to 
your  father.  Only  harm  comes  of  it. 
Myra,  you  don't  know  how  awful  specu- 
lation is.  We  see  it  every  day  in  the  bank 
— since  the  silver  boom  began.  People 
that  had  had  savings  with  us  for  years — 
ruined — drawing  out  their  last  cent,  and 
their  hands  trembling  as  they  write — 
to  gamble  it  on  silver.  It's  dreadful.  I'll 
never  forget  when  the  Abbitibbi  mine 
broke  and  Nightgale  shot  himself  over  in 
the  back  room  at  the  Hotel.  He'd  worked 
next  to  me  for  ten  years  in  the  bank — all 
his  mother's  money,  Myra,  think  of  it — 
and  lost.  I  saw  him  in  his  eoffin.  They 
couldn't  even  let  his  mother  look  at  him 
—  (he  shudders).  Myra,  darling,  try  to 
keep  your  father  from  it,  if  you  can." 

Myra. — "I  know,  Peter,  I  know.  I 
think  of  it  all  the  time.  But  father  seems 
so  set  on  it  all.  He  thinks  about  nothing 
else,  and  all  the  time  at  the  mining  ex- 
change and  the  newspaper  office — to-day 
he  didn't  come  home  to  dinner  at  all — it 
was  all  ready  and  he  didn't  eome.  But 
he's  not  like  the  others,  Peter,  really  not. 
He  doesn't  care  for  money  for  itself.  He 
says  he  wants  it  for  a  great  purpose,  for  a 
great  good  that  he's  going  to  do." 

Pupkin  (gently  and  kindly). — "They 
all  say  that,  Myra.  dear." 

[Voices   outside.       Myra   glctnses  from 

the  window.] 
Myra. — "Here  are  some  people  coming. 
It's  Lawyer  Macartney  and  Mr.  Smith.    I 
must  go.    I'll  talk  with  father." 

[Enter  Mr.  Smith  and  Lawyer  Ma- 
cartney. Smith,  the  proprietor  of 
the  hotel,  is  rotund,  shrewd,  kindly- 
looking.  Macartney,  grim,  grizzled, 
rusty  black,  a  wide-awake  hat— a  pet- 
tifogging country  lawyer  and  selfish. 
There  is  nothing  to  admire  in  him.] 
Mr.  Smith    (as  they  come  in). — "Jeff 

aint  in,  eh?     Don't  let  me  interrupt " 

Myra.^ — "Father  will  be  back  in  a  min- 
ute, Mr.  Smith.  Good  afternoon,  Mr.  Ma- 
cartney. If  you'll  wait,  father'll  be  here 
in  a  minute.  I  must  run  now.  Good-bye 
Peter." 
Pupkin. — "Good-bye." 


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Smith  —  Macartney.  —  "Good  after- 
noon, Miss  Myra." 

[Exit  Myra.] 

Smith.— "Getting  a  shave,  eh,  Pete'." 
(Laitc/hs.) 

PUPKIN. — "Yes — that  is — I  just  ran  in 
— I  thoug:ht  I'd — have  my  hair  cut — but 
I  sruess  I'll  run  along.  They  need  me  up 
at  the  bank " 

Smitii  (joensely) . — "Yes,  and  I  guess 
Miss  Myra  might  need  you  to  walk  up 
street  with  her — so  long,  Peter." 

[Exit  PUPKIN.] 

[Smith  and  Macartney  take  papers 
and  sit  dov)n.  Smith  takes  a  picture 
paper.] 

.Macartney  (putting  on  his  glasses  and 
taking  a  look  at  the  heading). — "I  see 
here  where  it  says  that  Sir  Wilfred  Laur- 

ier  says "  (Jumps  up  with  a  start  and 

dashes  the  paper  to  the  table.)  "Vuff! 
It's  the  Mail!" 

Smith.— "What's  the  matter?" 

Macartney. — Vuff!  It's  the  Toronto 
Mail — miserable  Conservative  rag" — (he 
picks  up  the  "Globe"  and  starts  readina 
the  headings  with  deep  grunts  and  growls 
of  internal  satisfaction.)  "Big  Libera! 
gain  in  Essex — hm — bye  election  favors 
Laurier — hm — Conservative  party  doom- 
ed.    That's  more  like  a  newspaper." 

[There  appears  in  the  doorway  Bill, 
the  town  constable  of  Mariposa.  He 
wears  a  sort  of  iiniform  and  carries  a 
baton.     He  has  a  sleepy  face.] 

Constable  (with  a  huge  yawn). — "Jeff 
—in?" 

Smith. —."Come  in.  Bill.  Jeff's  up 
street.     He^l  be  here  in  a  minute." 

Constable. — "Well  (yawn),  I  guess 
I'll  (yawn)  set  down  and  wait — kind  o' 
thought — I'd  get  an  egg  shampoo.  It  helps 
to  keep  a  feller  awake  (yawn). 

[He  takes  a  paper  and  sits  doivn.] 

Macartney. — "There's  two  of  us  ahead 
of  you  already,  Constable." 

Constable. — "S'all  right,  I  aint  in  any 
hurry.  Drowsy  afternoon,  aint  it?" — 
(huge  pawn). 

Macartney, — "I  .suppose  you  are  only 
in  a  hurry  when  you're  arresting  some- 
body, eh,  Constable?     Har!  Har!" 

Constable. — "Aint  arrested  any  yet — 
not  here  in  Mariposa — only  been  here  two 
years.  Where  I  was  before  I  arrested  a 
feller  once.    Kind  o'  complicated  case." 

Macartney. — "What  was  it,  murder?" 

Bill.  —  No  —  not  altogether.     Selling 


peanuts  without  a  license.     Made  a  big 
stir"  (yawn). 

[The    band    as    before    heard    rather 
faintly    playing    "O,    Canada."       A 
steamboat  whistles.] 
Smith  (looks  out  of  window) .— "Play- 
ing for  the  excursion,  eh?     They'd  ought 
to  get  a  good  crowd  to-day."    ■ 
[Voices  outside.] 

Smith. — "Here's  Jeff  coming  now." 
Jb^^f's    voice    outside    (very    brisk). — 
"All  right,  ten  cents  a  share,  fifty  shares. 
Done.     I'll  take  it." 

[The  band  continues  to  play  "O,  Can- 
ada,"    and     in     comes     jEKtERSON 
Thorpe.   ,  He  enters  with  a  buzz — 
half  a  sandwich  in  his  hand,  his  poc- 
kets full  of  newspapers,  mining  jour- 
nals and  certificates,  with  a  great  air 
of  business;  he  continues  eating  his 
sandwich,  at  the  same  tim,e  putting 
his  newspapers  down  and  changing 
into  his  barber's  coat.] 
Jeff. — "Now,   then,  next!      Whoever's 
first's  next.    Good  afternoon  Mr.  Macart- 
new— Josh — Bill- — if  any  one  of  you's  go- 
ing on  the  excursion  I'll  take  him  first." 
[The  three  all  start  protesting  in  favor 

of  the  others.] 
Smith. — "I  aint  in  no  hurry." 
Macartney. — "After  you,  Smith,  after 
you." 

Bill. — "S'al  right.    You  fellows  go  on." 
Jeff   (briskly  stropping  his  razor). — 
"Now  then,  is  any  of  you  three  boys  going 
on  the  excursion?" 

Smith  —  Macartney. — "No,  I  didn't 
think  of  it." 

Bill  (yawning).  —  "Well  I  kind  of 
thought  I  might  take  it  in.  I'm  on  duty. 
I've  gotto  be  scmiewhere." 

Jeff. — "All  right.  Come  along  then, 
I'll  shave  you  first."  (Motions  Bill  to 
the  chair,  cranks  it  back  with  a  jolt  till 
Bill  is  nearly  fiat,  throws  a  barber's  sheet 
clean  over  him.  Violejit  stropping  of 
razor.  Then  he  suddenly  uncovers  Bill.) 
Jeff. — "Hot  or  cold  water?" 
Bill.— "Hot." 

Jeff. — "Hot  it  is."  (Covers  him.  up 
again.)  "I'll  just  put  the  kettle  on  and 
boil  it  up." 

[He  lights  a  very  small  flame,  a  m.ere 
taper,  under  a  very  large  iron  kettle. 
Then  all  at  once  an  air  of  quiet  lei- 
sure comes  over  Jeff's  movements. 
He  comes  back  from  the  kettle  to  the 
chair  and  leans  against  it  with  his 


back  to  Bill.  He  takes  a  paper  out 
of  his  pocket,  puts  on  spectacles  and 
starts  to  read  it.] 

Macartney.  —  "Is  that  the  noon 
paper?" 

Jeff. — "No.  Train  aint  in  yet  (looking 
through  the  headings).  Fair  and  warm. 
It's  last  night's.  Ten-pound  bass  caught 
in  the  Lake.  I  was  looking  for  a  piece 
Johnson  said  was  here.  Aged  couple 
celebrate — that's  not  it.  Old  beaver  dam 
found  in  Toronto  Park — no — new  coffer 
dam  for  Welland  Canal — no " 

Smith. — "Beat's  all  what  a  lot  of  noose 
there  is  in  summer  time." 

Jeff. — "Will  damm  all  Niagara — no — 
Ohio  breaks  damm " 

Macartney. — "Are  you  looking  for  a 
silver  mine?" 

Jeff. — "Why,  I  thought  it  said  some- 
thing about  the  Lone  Star,  but  it  don't 
seem  to." 

Macartney. — "The  Lone  Star!  Har! 
Har!  You  won't  find  it  in  the  paper  any 
more.     Why,  the  thing's  clean  broke." 

Jeff. — "Broke!  Why  I  tell  you  that 
mine's  just  beginning.  There's  more 
money  in  that  mine " 

[Enter  Andy,  the  man  of  all  work  at 
Smith's  Hotel.  He  has  a  club  foot 
that  drags,  and  a  decent  face,  and 
speaks  with  a  hunk-de-hunk  in  his 
voice.] 

Andy  (looking  toward  Smith). — "Say. 
Billy  sent  me  over  from  the  bar.  That 
stranger  that  just  come  in  from  Toronto 
this   morning   wants   a    drink." 

Smith. — "Well,  why  don't  Billy  give  it 
to  him?" 

Andy.— "He  says  he  wants  a  Noo  York 
Golden  Fizz." 

Smith.— "Well,  tell  Billy  to  make  him 
one." 

Andy. 
how." 

SMITH.— "He  don't?  Well  tell  him  to— 
to  take  about  a  half  a  pint  of  whiskey  and 
— is  there  any  eggs  in  the  bar?" 

Andy. — "Only  what  was  theMOKrom 
last  week."  ^^m 

SMITH.— "Them'll  do.  Tell^pFlo  put 
a  couple  of  eggs  in^ — and  an^^ng  else 
he's  got  handy — and  to  shake  it  up  good. 
That's  a  Sparkling  Fizz.  And  tell  him 
to  shake  it  behind  the  tar,  see?" 

Andy.— "Behind  th^jjr!"     (Starts  to 

go  out.)  ^^^«;f^ 

Continued  on  pajTfWio. 


"Billy   says   he   don't   know 


The  Gun  Brand 

A  Romance  of  the  Canadian  Northland 

By  James  B.  Hendryx 

Author  of  "Marquard  the  Silent,"  "The  Promise,"  etc. 
Illustrated  bj  Harry  C.  Edwards 


CHAPTER  U.— Continued. 


W; 


HAT    does    it    mean?"    asked 

Chloe,     and     Lapierre     noticed 

that  her  eyes  were  alight  with 

interest.     "Who  is  this  MacNair,  and — " 

For  answer  Lapierre  took  her  gently  by 
tfce  arm  and  led  her  back  to  the  log. 

"MacNair,"  he  began,  "is  the  most 
atrocious  tyrant  that  ever  breathed.  Like 
myself,  he  is  a  free-trader — that  is,  he  is 
not  in  the  employ  of  the  Hudson  Bay 
Company.  He  is  rich,  and  owns  a  per- 
manent post  of  his  own,  to  the  north- 
ward, on  Snare  Lake,  while  I  vend  my 
wares  under  God's  own  canopy,  here  and 
there  upon  the  banks  of  lakes  and  rivers." 

"But  why  should  he  attack  you?" 

The  man  shrugged.  "Why?  Because 
he  hates  me.  He  hates  any  one  who  deals 
fairly  with  the  Indians.  His  own  Indians, 
a  band  of  the  Yellow  Knives,  together 
with  an  offscouring  of  Tantsawhoots, 
Beavers,  Dog-ribs,  Strongbows,  Hares, 
Brushwoods,  Sheep  and  Huskies,  he  holds 
in  abject  peonage.  Year  in  and  year 
out  he  forces  them  to  dig  in  his  mines  for 
their  bare  existence.  Over  on  the  Atha- 
basca they  call  him  Brute  MacNair,  and 
among  the  Loucheafix  and  Huskies  he  is 
known  as  The-Bad-Man-of-the-North. 

"He  pays  no  cash  for  labor,  nor  for 
fur,  and  he  sees  to  it  that  his  Indians  are 
always  hopelessly  in  his  debt.  He  trades 
them  whisky.  They  are  his.  His  to 
work,  and  to  chteat,  and  to  debauch,  and 
to  vent  his  rage  upon — for  his  passions 
are  the  wild,  unbridled  passions  of  the 
fighting  wolf.  He  kills!  He  maims! 
Or  he  allows  to  live!  The  Indians  are 
his,  body  and  soul.  Their  wives  and 
their  children  are  his.  He  owns  them. 
He  is  the  law! 

"He  warned  me  out  of  the  north.  I 
ignored  that  warning.  The  land  is  broad 
and  free.  There  is  room  for  all,  there- 
fore, I  brought  in  my  goods  and  traded. 
And,  because  I  refused  to  grind  the  poor 
savages  under  the  iron  heel  of  oppression, 
because  I  offer  a  meager  trifle  over  and 
above  what  is  necessary  for  their  bare  ex- 
istence, the  brute  hates  me.  He  came 
upon  me  at  Fort  Rae,  and  there,  in  the 
presence  of  the  factor,  his  clerk,  and  his 
chief  trader,  he  fell  upon  me  and  beat 
me  so  that  for  three  days  I  lay  unable  tc 
travel." 

"But  the  others!"  interrupted  the  girl, 
''the  factor  and  hia  men !  Why  did  they 
allow  it?" 

Again  the  gleam  of  hate  flashed  in  the 
man's  eyes.  "They  allowed  it  because 
they  are  in  league  with  him.  They  fear 
him.  They  fear  his  hold  upon  the  In- 
dians. So  long  as  he  maintains  a  per- 
manent post  a  hundred  and  seventy-five 
miles  to  the  northward — more  than  two 
hundred  and  fifty  by  the  water  trail — 
they  know  that  he  will  not  seriously  in- 
jure the  trade  at  Fort  Rae.  With  me  it 
is  different.  I  trade  here,  and  there, 
wherever  the  children  of  the  wilderness 


.SYNOPSIS.— Chloe  ElHHon,  inheritinf 
the  love  of  adventure  and  ambitious  to 
emulate  her  famous  (iraniljather,  -riner" 
ElUston,  uho  had  vlaiicd  a  bit/  part  in 
the  civilizing  of  Malaysia,  sets  out  for 
the  Far  Xorth  to  establish  a  school  and 
bring  the  light  of  education  to  the  In- 
dians and  breeds  of  the  Athabasca  coun- 
trii.  Accompanied  by  a  companion, 
Harriet  Penny,  and  a  fiu-edish  maid,  llig 
Lena,  she  arrives  at  Athabasca  Landing 
and  engages  transportation  on  one  of 
the  sroics  of  Pierre  Lapierre,  an  inde- 
pendent trader.  Vermilinn,  the  host 
icouman,  decides  to  kidnap  the  parly 
and  hold  them  to  ransom;  hut  Lapierre, 
getting  icind  of  his  plans,  interruptt 
them  at  a  vital  moment,  kills  Vermilion, 
and  rescues  the  girl.  Predisposed  in  his 
favor,  she  accepts  him  as  her  mentor  in 
the  Kildemess,  believing  all  he  tells  her, 
especially  about  one  h'vhert  McXair,  an- 
other free-trader  vhom  Lapierre  saddlet 
uUh  a  most  villainous  reputation  and 
the  epithet  of  "Brute." 

are  to  be  found.  Therefore,  I  am  hated 
by  the  men  of  the  Hudson  Bay  Company 
who  would  have  been  only  too  glad  had 
MacNair  killed  me." 

CHLOE,  who  had  listened  eagerly  to 
every  word,  leaped  up  to  her  feet  and 
looked  at  Lapierre  with  shining  eyes. 
"Oh!  I  think  it  is  splendid!  You  are 
brave,  and  you  stand  for  the  right  of 
things,  for  the  welfare  of  the  Indians!  I 
see  now  why  the  factor  warned  me 
against  you !  He  wanted  to  discredit 
you." 

Lapierre  smiled.  "The  factor?  What 
factor?     And  what  did  he  tell  you?" 

"The  factor  at  the  Landing.  'Beware 
of  Pierre  Lapierre,'  he  said;  and  when  I 
asked  him  who  Pierre  Lapierre  was,  and 
why  I  should  beware  of  him,  he  shrugged 
his  shoulders  and  would  say  nothing." 

Lapierre  nodded.  "Ah,  yes — the  com- 
pany men — the  factors  and  traders  have 
no  love  for  the  free-trader;  We  cannot 
blame  them.  It  is  tradition.  For  nearly 
two  and  one-half  centuries  the  company 
has  stood  for  power  and  authority  in  the 
outlands — and  has  reaped  the  profits  of 
the  wild  places.  Let  us  be  generous.  It 
is  an  old  and  respectable  institution.  It 
deals  fairly  enough  with  the  Indians — by 
its  own  measure  of  fairness,  it  is  true — 
but  fairly  enough.  With  the  company  I 
have  no  quarrel. 

"But  with  MacNair — "  he  stopped  ab- 
ruptly and  shrugged.  The  gleam  of  hate 
that  flashed  in  his  eyes  always  at  the 
mention  of  the  name  faded.  "But  why 
speak  of  him  —  surely  there  are  more 
pleasant  subjects,"  he  smiled,  "for  in- 
stance your  school  —  it  interests  me 
greatly." 

"Interests  yoti!  I  thought  it  displeased 
you!  Surely  a  look  of  annoyance  or  sus- 
picion leaped  from  your  eyes  when  I  men- 
tioned my  mission." 

The  man  laughed  lightly.  "Yes?  And 
can  you  blame  me — when  I  thought  you 
were  in  league  with  Brute  MacNair? 
For,  since  his  post  was  established,  no  in- 
dependent save  myself  has  dared  to  en- 


Pierre  Lapierre, 
the  river  boss, 
who  shapes  up  at 
the  start  like  th* 
hero  of  this  story. 


eroach  upon  even  the  borders  of  his  em- 
pire." 

Chloe  Elliston  flushed  deeply.  "And 
you  thought  I  would  league  myself  with 
a  man  like  that?" 

"Only  for  a  moment.  Stop  and  think. 
All  my  life  I  have  lived  in  the  north, 
and,  except  for  a  few  scattered  priests 
and  missionaries,  no  one  has  pushed  be- 
yond the  outposts  for  any  purpose  other 
than  for  gain.  And  the  trader's  gain  is 
the  Indian's  loss — for,  few  deal  fairly. 
Therefore,  when  I  came  upon  your  big 
outfit  upon  the  very  threshold  of  Mac- 
Nair's  domain,  I  thought,  of  course,  this 
was  some  new  machination  of  the  brute. 
Even  now  I  do  not  understand — the  ex- 
pense, and  all.  The  Indians  cannot  af- 
ford to  pay  for  education." 

T  T  WAS  the  girl's  turn  to  laugh.  A 
-"■  rippling,  light-hearted  laugh  —  the 
laughter  of  courage  and  youth.  The  bar- 
rier that  had  suddenly  loomed  between 
herself  and  this  man  of  the  north  vanished 
in  a  breath.  He  had  shown  her  her  work. 
Had  pointed  out  to  her  a  foeman  worthy 
of  her  steel.  She  darted  a  swift  glance 
toward  Lapierre  who  sat  staring  into  the 
fire.  Would  not  this  man  prove  an  in- 
valuable ally  in  her  war  of  deliverance? 

"Do  not  trouble  yourself  about  the  ex- 
pense," she  smiled.  "I  have  money  ■ — 
'oodles  of  it,'  as  we  used  to  say  in  school — 
millions,  if  I  need  them!  And  I'm  go- 
ing to  fight  this  Brute  MacNair  until  I 
drive  him  out  of  the  north!  And  you? 
Will  you  help  me  to  rid  the  country  of 
this  scourge  and  free  the  people  from  his 
tyranny?  Together  we  could  work  won- 
ders. For  your  heart  is  with  the  Indians, 
as  mine  is." 

Again  the  girl  glanced  into  the  man's 
face  and  saw  that  the  deep-set  black  eyes 
fairly  glittered  with  enthusiasm  and 
eagerness — an  eagernes  and  enthusiasm 
that  a  keener  observer  than  Chloe  Ellis- 
ton  might  have  noticed,  sprang  into  being 
suspiciously  coincident  with  her  mention 
of  the  millions.  Lapierre  did  not  answer 
at  once,  but  deftly  rolled  a  cigarette.  The 
end  of  the  cigarette  glowed  brightly  as  he 
filled  his  lungs  and  blew  a  plume  of  gray 
smoke  into  the  air. 

"Allow  me  a  little  time  to  think.  For 
this  is  a  move  of  importance,  and  to  be 
undertaken  not  lightly.  It  is  no  easy 
r,ask  you  have  set  yourself.  It  is  possible 
you  will  not  win — highly  probable,  in  fact, 
for " 

"But   I   shall  win !      I    am   right- — and 


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upon  my  winning  depends  the  future  of 
a  people!  Think  it  over  until  to-morrow, 
if  vou  will,  but — "  She  paused  abruptly, 
and  her  soft,  hazel  eyes  peered  search- 
ingly  into  the  depths  of  the  restless  black 
ones.  "Your  sympathies  are  with  the 
Indians,  aren't  they?" 

Lapierre  tossed  the  half-smoked  cigar- 
ette onto  the  ground.  "Can  you  doubt 
it?"  The  man's  eyes  were  not  gleaming 
now,  and  into  their  depths  had  crept  a 
look  of  ineffable  sadness. 

"They  are  my  people,"  he  said  softly. 
"Miss  Elliston,  /  am  an  Indian!" 


CHAPTER  IV. 

CHLOE  SECURES  AN  ALLY. 

A  SHOUT  from  the  bank  heralded  the 
■^*-  appearance  of  the  first  scow,  which 
was  closely  followed  by  the  two  others. 
When  they  had  landed,  Lapierre  issued 
«  few  terse  orders,  and  the  scowmen 
leaped  to  his  bidding.  The  overturned 
scow  was  righted  and  loaded,  and  the 
remains  of  the  demolished  whisky-kegs 
burned.  Lapierre  himself  assisted  the 
three  women  to  their  places,  and  as  Chloe 
seated  himself  near  the  bow,  he  smiled 
into  her  eyes. 

"Vermilion  was  a  good  riverman,  but 
no  am  I.  Do  you  think  you  can  trust  your 
new  pilot?" 

Somehow,  the  words  seemed  to  imply 
more  than  the  mere  steering  of  a  scow. 
Chloe  flushed  slightly,  hesitated  a  mo- 
ment, and  then  returned  the  man's  smile 
frankly. 

"Yes,"  she  answered  gravely.  "I  know 
I  can." 

Their  eyes  met  in  a  long  look.  La- 
pierre gave  the  command  to  shove  off,  and 
when  the  scows  were  well  in  the  grip  of 
the  current,  he  turned  again  to  the  girl  at 
his  side.  Their  hands 
touched,  and  again  Chloe 
was  conscious  of  the 
strange,  new  thrill  that 
quickened  her  heart- 
beats. She  did  not  with- 
draw her  hand,  and  the 
lingers  of  Lapierre  closed 
about  her  palm.  He 
leaned  toward  her.  "Only 
(juarter  Indian,"  he  said 
softly.  "My  grandmother 
was  the  daughter  of  a 
-reat  chief." 

The  girl  felt  the  hot 
lilood  mount  to  her  face 
and  gently  withdrew  her 
hand.  Somehow,  she  could 
not  tell  why,  the  words 
s-eemed  good  to  hear.  She 
smiled,  and  Lapierre, 
who  was  watching  her  in- 
tently, smiled  in  return. 

"We  are  approaching 
luick  water;  we  will 
over  many  miles  to-day, 
■ind  to-night  beside  the 
lamp-fire  we  will  talk 
iurther." 

Chloe's  eyes  searched 
the  scows.  "Where  are 
the  two  men  who  attack- 
ed Lena?  Your  men  cap- 
tured them." 

Lapierre's  smile  hard- 
ened. "Those  who  de- 
serted me  for  Vermilion? 
Oh,  I  —  dismissed  them 
from  my  service." 


HOUR  after  hour,  as  the  scows  rushed 
northward,  Chloe  watched  the 
shores  glide  past;  watched  the  swirling, 
boiling  water  of  the  river;  watched  the 
solemn-faced  scowmen,  and  the  silent, 
vigilant  pilot;  but  most  of  all  she  watched 
the  pilot,  whose  quick  eye  picked  out  the 
devious  channel,  and  whose-  clear,  alert 
brain  directed,  with  a  movement  of  the 
lancelike  pole,  the  labors  of  the  men  at 
the  sweeps. 

She  contrasted  his  manner  —  quiet, 
graceful,  sure — with  that  of  Vermilion, 
the  very  swing  of  whose  pole  proclaimed 
the  vaunting,  arrogant  braggart.  And  she 
noted  the  difference  in  the  attitude  of  the 
scowmen  toward  these  two  leaders.  Their 
obedience  to  Vermilion's  orders  had  been 
a  surly,  protesting  obedience;  while  their 
obedience  to  Lapierre's  slightest  motion 
was  the  quiet,  alert  obedience  that  pro- 
claimed the  master  of  men,  as  his  own 
silent  vigilance  proclaimed  him  master  of 
the  roaring  waters. 

When  the  sun  finally  dipped  behind 
the  barren,  sciub-topped  hills,  the  scows 
were  beached  at  the  mouth  of  a  deep 
ravine,  from  whose  depths  sounded  the 
trickle  of  a  tiny  cascade.  Lapierre  as- 
sisted the  women  from  the  scow,  issued 
a  few  short  commands,  and,  as  if  by 
magic,  a  dozen  fires  flashed  upon  the 
beach,  and  in  an  incredibly  short  space  of 
time  Chloe  found  herself  seated  upon  her 
blankets  inside  her  mosquito-barred  tent. 
Supper  over,  Harriet  Penny  immediate- 
ly sought  her  bed,  and  Lapierre  led  Chloe 
to  a  brightly  burning  camp-fire. 

Near  by  other  fires  burned,  surrounded 
by  dark,  savage  figures  that  showed  in- 
distinct in  the  ha'f-light.  The  girl's  eyes 
rested  for  a  moment  upon  Lapierre,  whope 
thin,  handsome  features,  richly  tanned  by 
the  long  exposure  to  the  northern  winds 
and  sun,  presented  a  pleasing  contrast  to 
the  swart,  flat  faces  of 
the  rivermen,  who  sat  in 
groups  about  their  fires, 
or  lay  wrapped  in  their 
blankets  upon  the  gravel. 
"You  have  decided?" 
abruptly  asked  Chloe,  in 
a  voice  of  ill-concealed 
eagerness.  Lapierre's 
face  became  at  once 
grave,  and  he  gazed  som- 
berly into  the  fire. 

"I  have  pondered  deep- 
ly. Through  the  long 
hours,  while  the  scow 
rushed  into  the  north, 
there  came  to  me  a  vision 
of  my  people.  In  the 
rocks,  in  the  bush,  and 
the  ragged  hills  I  saw  it ; 
and  in  the  swirl  of  the 
mighty  river.  And  the 
vision  was  good!" 

The  voice  of  the  man's 
Indian  grandmother 
spoke  from  his  lips,  and 
the  soul  of  her  glowed  in 
his  deep-set  eyes. 

"Even  now  Sahhalee 
Tyee  speaks  from  the 
stars  of  the  night  sky. 
My  people  shall  learn  the 
wisdom  of  the  white  man. 
The  power  of  the  oppres- 
sor shall  be  broken,  and 
the  children  of  the  far 
places  shall  come  into 
their  own." 

The  man's  voice  had 
dropped  into  the  rythmic 


intonation  of  the  Indian  orator,  and 
his  eyes  were  fixed  upon  the  flames 
that  curled,  lean  and  red,  among  the 
dry  stick  of  the  camp-fire.  Chloe  gazed 
in  fascination  into  the  wrapt  face  of 
this  man  of  many  moods.  The  soul  of 
the  girl  caught  the  enthusiasm  of  his 
words,  and  she;,  too,  saw  the  vision — saw 
it  as  she  had  seen  it  upon  the  wave-lapped 
rock  of  the  river-bank. 

"You  will  help  me?"  she  cried;  "will 
join  forces  with  me  in  a  war  against  the 
ruthless  exploitation  of  a  people  who 
should  be  as  free  and  unfettered  as  the 
air  they  breathe?" 

Lapierre  bent  his  gaze  upon  her  face 
slowly,  like  one  emerging  from  a  trance. 

"Yes,"  he  answered  deliberately:  "it  is 
of  that  I  wish  to  speak.  Let  us  consider 
the  obstacles  in  our  path — the  matter  of 
official  interference.  The  government  will 
soon  learn  of  your  activities,  and  the  gov- 
ernment is  prone  to  look  askance  at  any 
tampering  with  the  Indians  by  an  institu- 
tion not  connected  with  the  church  or  the 
state." 

"I  have  my  permit,"  Chloe  answered, 
"and  many  commendatory  letters  from 
Ottawa.  The  men  who  rule  were  inclined 
to  think  I  would  accomplish  nothing;  but 
they  were  willing  to  let  me  try." 

"That,  then,  disposes  of  our  most  seri- 
ous difficulty.  Will  you  tell  me  now  where 
you  intend  to  locate?" 

"There  is  too  much  traffic  upon  the' 
river,"  answered  the  girl.  "The  scow 
brigades  pass  and  repass;  and,  at  least 
until  my  little  colony  is  fairly  established, 
it  must  be  located  in  some  place  uncon- 
taminated  by  the  presence  of  so  rough, 
lawless,  and  drunken  an  element.  As  I 
told  you  before,  I  do  not  know  where  my 
ideal  site  is  to  be  found.  I  had  intended 
to  talk  the  matter  over  with  the  factor  at 
Fort  Rae." 

"What!"  That  devil  of  a  Haldane? 
The  man  who  is  hand-in-glove  with  Brute 
MacNair!" 

"You  forget,"  smiled  the  girl,  "that 
until  this  day  I  never  even  heard  of  Brute 
MacNair." 

The  man  smiled.  "Very  true.  I  had 
forgotten.  But  it  is  fortunate  indeed  that 
chance  threw  us  together.  I  tremble  to 
think  what  would  have  been  your  fate 
should  you  have  acted  upon  the  advice  of 
Colin  Haldane." 

"But  surely  you  know  the  country^ 
You  will  advise  me." 

"Yes,  I  will  advise  you.  I  am  with 
you  in  this  venture;  with  you  to  the  last 
gasp;  with  you  heart  and  soul,  until  that 
devil  MacNair  is  dead  or  driven  out  of 
the  north,  and  his  Indians  scattered  to 
the  four  winds." 

"Scattered!  Why  scattered?  Why  not 
held  together  for  their  education  and  bet- 
terment? And  you  say  you  will  be  with 
me  until  MacNair  is  either  dead  or  driven 
out  of  the  north.  What  then — will  you 
desert  me  then?  This  MacNair  is  only  an 
obstacle  in  our  path — an  obstacle  to  be 
brushed  aside  that  the  real  work  may  be- 
gin. Yet  you  spoke  as  though  he  were 
the  main  issue." 

Lapierre  interrupted  her,  speaking 
rapidly:  "Yes,  of  course.  Bear  with  me, 
I  pray  you.  I  spoke  hastily,  and  without 
thinking.  My  feelings  for  the  moment 
carried  me  away.  As  you  see,  the  marks 
of  the  Brute's  hands  are  still  too  fresh 
upon  me  for  me  to  regard  him  imperson- 
ally— an  obstacle,  as  it  were.  To  me  he  is 
a  brute!  A  fiend!  A  demon!  I  hate 
him!" 


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LAPIERRE  shook  a  clenched  fist  to- 
ward the  north,  and  the  words  fairly 
snarled  between  his  lips.  With  an  effort 
he  controlled  himself.  "I  have  in  mind 
the  very  place  for  your  school,  a  spot  ac- 
cessible from  all  directions — the  mouth 
of  the  Yellow  Knife  River,  upon  the  north 
arm  of  Great  Slave  Lake.  There  you  will 
be  unmolested  by  the  debauching  river- 
men,  and  yet  within  easy  reach  of  any 
who  may  desire  to  take  advantage  of  your 
school.  The  very  place  above  all  places! 
In  the  whole  north  you  could  not  have 
chosen  a  better!  And  I  shall  accompany 
you,  and  direct  the  building  of  your 
houses  and  stockade. 

"MacNair  will  learn  shortly  of  your 
fort — everything  is  a  'fort'  up  here — and 
he  will  descend  upon  you  like  a  ramping 
lion.  When  he  finds  you  are  a  woman, 
he  will  do  you  no  violence.  He  will  scent 
at  once  a  rival  trading-post  and  will  hurt 
your  cause  in  every  way  possible;  will 
use  every  means  to  discredit  you  among 
the  Indians,  and  to  discourage  you.  But 
even  he  will  do  a  woman  no  physical 
harm. 

"Aiid  right  here  let  me  caution  you — 
do  not  temporize  with  him.  He  stands  in 
the  north  for  oppression ;  gain  at  any 
cost;  for  debauchery  —  everything  that 
you  do  not.  Between  you  and  Brute  Mac- 
Nair there  can  be  no  truce.  He  is  power- 
ful. Do  not  for  a  moment  underrate 
either  his  strength  or  his  sagacity.  He  is 
a  man  of  wealth,  and  his  hold  upon  the 
Indians  is  absolute.  I  cannot  remain  with 
you,  but  through  my  Indians  I  shall  keep 
in  touch  with  you,  work  with  you;  and  to- 
gether we  will  accomplish  the  downfall  of 
this  brute  of  the  north." 

For  a  long  time  the  two  figures  sat  by 
the  fire  while  the  camp  slept,  and  talked 
of  many  things.  And  when,  well  toward 
midnight,  Chloe  Elliston  retired  to  her 
tent,  she  felt  that  she  had  known  this 
man  always.  For  it  is  the  way  of  life 
that  stress  of  events,  and  not  duration  of 
time,  marks  the  measure  of  acquaintance 
and  intimacy.  Pierre  Lapierre,  Chloe 
Elliston  had  known  but  one  day,  and  yet 
she  believed  that  among  all  her  acquaint- 
ances this  man  she  knew  best. 

By  the  fire  Lapierre's  eyes  followed  the 
girl  until  she  disappeared  within  the  tent, 
and  as  he  looked  a  huge  figure  arose  from 
the  deep  shadows  of  the  scrub,  and  with 
a  hand  grasping  the  flap  of  the  tent, 
turned  and  stared,  .silent  and  grim  and 
forbidding,  straight  into  Lapierre's  eyes. 
The  man  turned  away  with  a  frown.  The 
figure  was  Big  Lena. 


CHAPTER  V. 

PLANS    AND    SPECIFICATIONS. 

A  T  THE  mouth  of  the  Slave  River  the 
•^*-  outfit  was  transferred  to  twelve  large 
freight  canoes,  each  carrying  three  tons, 
and  manned  by  six  lean-shouldered  canoe- 
men,  in  charge  of  one  Louis  Lefroy,  La- 
pierre's boss  canoeman.  Straight  across 
the  vast  expanse  of  Great  Slave  Lake  they 
headed,  and  skirting  the  shore  of  the 
North  Arm,  upon  the  evening  of  the  sec- 
ond day,  entered  the  Yellow  Knife  River. 
The  site  selected  by  Pierre  Lapierre  for 
Chloe  Elliston's  school  was,  in  point  of 
location,  as  the  quarter-breed  had  said,  an 
excellent  one.  Upon  a  level  plateau  at 
the  top  of  the  high  bank  that  slants 
steeply  to  the  water  of  the  Yellow  Knife 
River,  a  short  distance  above  its  mouth, 
Lapierre  set  the  canoemen  to  cutting  the 


timber  and  brush  from  a  wide  area.  The 
girl  had  come  into  the  north  fully  pre- 
pared for  a  long  sojourn,  and  in  her 
thirty-odd  tons  of  outfit  were  found  all 
tools  necessary  for  the  clearing  of  land 
and  the  erection  of  buildings.  Brushwood 
and  trees  fell  before  the  axes  of  the  half- 
breeds  and  Indians,  who  worked  in  a  sort 
of  frenzy  under  the  lashing  drive  of  La- 
pierre's tongue;  and  the  night  skies 
glowed  red  in  the  flare  of  the  flames  where 
the  brush  and  tree-tops  burned  in  the 
clearing. 

Two  days  later  a  rectangular  clearing, 
three  hundred  by  flve  hundred  feet,  was 
completed,  and  early  in  the  morning  of 
the  third  day  Chloe  stood  beside  Lapierre 
and  looked  over  the  cleared  oblong  with 
its  piles  of  smoking  gray  ashes  and  its 
groups  of  logs  that  lay  ready  to  be  rolled 
into  place  form  the  walls  of  her  build- 
ings. 

Lapierre  seemed  ill  at  ease.  Immedi- 
ately upon  the  arrival  of  the  outfit  he 
had  dispatched  two  of  his  own  Indians 
northward  to  spy  upon  the  movements  of 
MacNair,  for  the  man  made  no  secret  of 
his  desire  to  be  well  upon  his  way  before 
the  trader  should  learn  of  the  building 
of  the  fort  on  the  river. 

It  had  been  Chloe's  idea  to  lay  out  her 
"village,"  as  she  called  it,  upon  a  rather 
elaborate  scheme,  the  plans  for  which  had 
been  drawn  by  an  architect  whose  clients' 
tastes  ran  to  million-dollar  "summer  cot- 
tages" at  Seashore-by-the-Sea. 

T^  IRST,  there  was  to  be  the  school  it- 
-^  self,  an  ornate  building  of  crossed 
rafters  and  overhanging  eaves.  Then  the 
dormitories,  two  long,  parallel  buildings 
with  halls,  individual  rooms,  and  baths — 
one  for  the  women  and  one  for  men — the 
two  to  be  connected  by  a  common  dining- 
hall  in  such  a  manner  as  to  form  three 
sides  of  a  hollow  square.  Connected  to 
the  dining-hall  was  to  be  a  commodious 
kitchen,  and  back  of  that  a  fully  equipped 
carpenter-shop  and  a  laundry. 

There  were  also  to  be  a  trading-post, 
where  the  Indians  could  purchase  supplies 
at  cost;  a  six-room  cottage  for  the  accom- 
modation of  Big  Lena,  Miss  Penny,  and 
Chloe;  and  numerous  three-room  cabins 
for  the  housing  of  whole  families  of  In- 
dians, which  the  girl  fondly  pictured  as 
flocking  in  from  the  wilderness  to  have 
the  errors  of  their  heathenish  religion 
pointed  out  to  them  upon  a  brand-new 
blackboard,  and  the  discomforts  of  their 
nomadic  lives  assuaged  by  an  introduc- 
tion to  collapsible  bath-tubs  and  the  mul- 
tiplication table.  For  hers  was  to  be'  a 
mission  as  well  as  a  school.  Truly  the 
souls  north  of  sixty  were  destined  to  owe 
her  much,  for  they  borrow  cheerfully, 
and  repay — never. 

So  much  for  Chloe  Elliston's  plan.  La- 
pierre, however,  had  his  own  eminently 
more  practical,  if  less  Utopian,  ideas  con- 
cerning the  erection  of  a  trading-post;  for 
in  the  quarter-breed's  mind  the  planting 
of  an  independent  trading-post  upon  the 
very  threshold  of  MacNair's  wilderness 
empire  was  of  far  greater  importance 
than  the  establishment  of  a  school,  or  mis- 
sion, or  any  other  institution — especially 
when  the  post  was  one  which  he  himself 
had  set  about  to  control.  The  man's  eyes 
gleamed  and  the  thin  lips  smiled  as  his 
glance  rested  momentarily  upon  the  figure 
of  the  girl — the  unwitting,  and  therefore 
the  more  powerful,  weapon  that  thance 
had  placed  in  his  hands  in  his  battle 
against  MacNair. 


His  idea  of  a  post  was  simplicity  itself: 
One  long,  log  trading-room  with  an  ell 
for  a  storehouse,  and  a  room — two  at  the 
most — in  the  rear  for  the  accommodation 
of  the  three  women.  The  whole  to  be 
erected  in  the  centre  of  the  clearing,  and 
surrounded  by  a  fifteen-foot  log  stockade. 

Boldly  he  broached  his  plan. 

"But  this  is  not  a  trading-post!"  ob- 
ected  the  girl.  "The  store  is  a  side  issue 
and  is  to  be  conducted  merely  to  permit 
those  who  take  the  advantage  of  my 
school  to  obtain  the  necessities  of  life  at 
a  fair  and  reasonable  price." 

"Your  words  were  well  chosen,  Miss 
Elliston.  For  if  you  begin  to  undersell 
the  H.  B.  C,  and  more  especially  the  inde- 
pendents, every  Indian  in  the  north  will 
proceed  to  'take  advantage'  of  your 
school  and  of  you  also." 

"But  they  are  being  robbed!" 

Lapierre  smiled.  "They  do  not  know 
it;  they  are  used  to  it.  Let  me  warn  you 
that  to  tamper  with  existing  trade 
schedules,  except  by  one  experienced  In 
the  commerce  of  the  north,  is  to  invite 
disaster.     You  will  lose  money!" 

"But  you  told  me  that  you  yourself 
Tave  the  Indians  better  bargain."?  than 
either  the  Hudson  Bay  Company  or  Mac- 
Nair." 

"I  know  the  north!  And  you  may  be 
assured  the  concessions  were  more  nom- 
inal than  real." 

"Very  well,  then,"  flashed  the  girl. 
"My  concessions  will  be  more  real  than 
nominal,  and  of  that  i/om  may  be  assured. 
If  my  store  pays  expenses,  well  and 
good!"  And  by  the  tone  of  the  girl's 
voice,  and  the  slight,  unconscious  out- 
thrust  of  her  -chin,  Pierre  Lapierre  knew 
that  the  time  was  unpropitious  for  a  fur- 
ther discussion  of  trade  principles. 

Chloe  was  speaking  again:  "But  to 
return  to  the  buildings — " 

LAPIERRE  interrupted  her,  speaking 
earnestly:  "My  dear  Miss  Elliston, 
consider  the  circumstances,  the  limita- 
tions." He  tapped  lightly  the  roll  of  blue- 
prints the  girl  held  in  her  hand.  "Those 
plans  were  made  by  a  man  who  had  not 
the  slightest  knowledge  of  conditions  as 
they  exist  here." 

"The  buildings  are  to  be  very  simple." 
"Undoubtedly.  But  simplicity  is  rela- 
tive. A  building  that  would  be  consider- 
ed simplicity  itself  in  the  States,  might 
well  be  intricate  beyond  the  possibility 
of  construction  here  in  the"  wilderness 
Do  you  realize  that  among  our  men  is  not 
one  who  can  read  a  blue-print,  or  has  ever 
seen  one?  Do  you  realize  that  to  erect 
buildings  in  accordance  with  these  plans 
would  require  a  force  of  skilled  me- 
chanics under  the  supervision  of  a  mas- 
ter builder?  And  do  you  realize  that 
time  is  a  most  important  factor  in  our 
present  undertaking?  Who  can  tell  at 
what  woment  Brute  MacNair  may  swoop 
down  upon  us  like  Attila  of  old,  and  strike 
a  fatal  blow  to  our  little  outpost  of  civiliz- 
ation? And  if  he  finds  me  here."  His 
voice  trailed  into  silence  and  his  eyes 
swept  gloomily  the  northern  reach  of  the 
river. 

Chloe  appeared  unimpressed.  "I  hard- 
ly think  he  will  resort  to  violence.  There 
is  the  law— even  here  in  the  wilderness--. 
Slow  to  act,  perhaps,  because  of  the  in- 
accessibility of  the  wild  country;  but 
once  its  machinery  is  in  motion,  as  un- 
bending and  as  indomitable  as.  justice  it- 


M  A  CI.  E  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  [  N  K 


•J3 


olf.  You  see,  I 
have  read  of 
your  Mounted 
Police." 

"The  Mount- 
ed!" Lapierre 
laughed.  "Yes — 
I  see  you  have 
read  of  them ! 
Had  you  derived 
your  informa- 
tion in  a  more 
direct  manner — 
had  you  lived 
among  them — if 
you  knew  them 
— your  childlike 
trust  i  n  them 
would  seem  as 
absurd,  perhaps, 
as  it  does  to 
me!" 

"What  do  you 
iiean?"  cried 
the  girl,  regard- 
iiig  the  quarter- 
breed  with  a 
searching 
glance.  "That 
the  men  of  the 
Mounted  are  — 
that  they  may 
be — influenced?" 

Again  Lapier- 
r  e  laughed  — 
harshly.  "Just 
that,  Miss  Ellis- 
ton!  They  are 
— crooked.  They 
maybe  influ- 
enced!" 

"I  cannot  be- 
lieve that!" 

"You  will  — 
later." 

"You     mean 
hat    MacNair 

:IS " 

TT  H  E  MAN 
^  interrupted 
with  a  wave  of 
his  hand.  "What 
1  have  told  you 
of  MacNair  is 
t  h  e  truth.  I 
shall  prove  this 
to  your  own  sat- 
isfaction at  the 
proper  time. 
Until  then,  I  ask 

you  to  believe  me.  Admitting,  then,  that 
I  have  spoken  the  truth,  do  you  suppose 
for  an  instant  that  these  facts  are  not 
known  to  the  Mounted?  If  not.  then  the 
officers  are  inefficient  fools.  If  they  are 
known,  why  don't  the  Mounted  remedy 
matters?  Because  MacNair  is  rich!  Be- 
cause he  buys  them,  body  and  soul !  Be- 
cause he  owns  them,  like  he  owns  the 
Indians!     That's  why! 

"Just  stop  and  consider  what  is  ahead 
of  a  dollar-a-day  policeman.  When  his 
five-year  term  of  enlistment  has  expired, 
he  has  his  choice  of  enlisting  for  another 
texm,  or  making  his  living  some  other 
way.  At  the  end  of  the  five  years  he 
has  learned  to  hate  the  service  with  a 
hatred  that  is  soul-searing.  It  is  the 
hardest,  strictest,  most  exacting,  and  most 
ill-paid  service  in  the  world;  and  the 
five  ygfirs  of  the  man's  enlistment  have 
practically  rendered  him  unfit  for  earning 
a  living. 

"He  has  lived  in  the  wild  country.     He 


She    turned   swiftly   and   gazed   into    the  face  of  a  man  who  had  approached 
from  the  river.      She  knew  intuitively    that   the  man  was  "Brute"  McNair. 


knows  the  wild  country.  And  civiliza- 
tion, with  its  rapid  advance,  has  left  him 
five  years  behind  the  times.  Our  ex-man 
of  the  Mounted  is  fit  for  only  the  com- 
monest labor.  And,  because  there  are 
almost  no  employers  in  the  north,  he  can- 
not turn  his  knowledge  of  the  wilds  to 
profitable  account,  unless  he  turns  smug- 
gler, whisky-runner,  or  fur-poisoner. 
The  men  know  this.  Therefore,  when  an 
officer  whose  patrol  takes  him  into  the 
far  "back  blocks"  is  approached  by  a 
man  like  MacNair,  with  his  pockets 
bulging  with  gold,  what  report  goes  down 
to  Regina,  and  on  to  Ottawa? 

"Yea,  Miss  Elliston,  in  the  northland 
there  is  law.  But  the  law  is  a  funda- 
mental law — the  primitive  law  of  savage 
might.  The  strong  devour  the  weak. 
Only  the  fit  survive — survive  to  be  ruled, 
to  be  trampled,  to  be  owned  by  the 
strongest.  And  the  law  is  the  measure 
of     might!       Primal     instincts — pristine 


passiona  —  pri- 
mordial brutish- 
n  e  8  s  permeate 
the  whole  north 
— rule  it. 

"The  wolf  and 
savage  carcajo 
drag  down  the 
hunger  -  weaken- 
ed caribou  and 
the  deer,  and  rip 
the  warm,  red 
flesh  from  their 
bones  before 
their  eyes  have 
glazed.  And,  in 
turn,  the  wolf 
and  carcajo,  the 
unoflFending 
beaver  and  mus- 
quash, the  mink, 
the  fi.sher,  the 
fox,  and  the 
otter  are  trap- 
ped by  savage 
man  and  the 
pelts  ripped 
from  their 
twitching  bodies 
while  life  and 
sensibility  r  e  - 
main.  They  are 
harder  to  skin 
when  cold.  And 
with  the  ther- 
mometer  at 
forty  o  r  sixty 
below  zero,  the 
little  bodies  chill 
almost  instantly 
i  f  mercifully 
killed  —  there- 
fore, they  are  not 
killed  but  flayed 
alive  and  their 
bleeding  bodies 
tossed  upon  the 
snow.  They  die 
quickly  —  then. 
But — they  have 
lived  through 
the  skinning? 
And  that  is  the 
north!" 

Chloe  Ellis- 
ton  shuddered 
and  drew  away 
in  horror.  "Is — 
is — is  this  pgs- 
sible?"  she  fal- 
tered.        "Do 

they " 

"They  do.  The  fur  business  is  mot  a 
pretty  business,  Miss  Elliston.  But 
neither  is  the  north  pretty — nor  are  its 
inhabitants.  But  the  traffic  in  fur  is 
inherently  the  business  of  the  north — and 
its  history  is  written  in  blood — the  blood 
and  the  suff'ering  of  thousands  of  men 
and  millions  of  animals.  But  the  profits 
are  great.  Fashion  has  decreed  that  My 
Lady  shall  be  swathed  in  fur — therefore, 
men  go  mad  and  die  in  the  barrens,  and 
the  quivering  red  bodies  of  small  animals 
bleed,  and  curl  up,  and  stiffen  upon  the 
hard  crust  of  the  snow?  No,  the  north 
is  not  gentle.  Miss  Elliston — " 

"Don't!  Don't!"  faltered  the  girl. 
"It  is  all  too — too  horrible — too  sicken- 
ingly  brutal — too — too  unbelievable!" 
She  covered  her  eyes  with  her  hand. 

Lapierre  answered,  dryly.  "Yes.  The 
north  is  that  way.  It  has  always  been  so 
— and  it  always  will — " 

Chloe's   hand    dropped   from    her   eyes 
Continued  on  page  83. 


The  Romance  of  Power  Development 


How  the  Building  of  the  World's 
Greatest  Dam  Typifies  Pro- 
gress in  Canada 
ByW 


CANADA'iS 
dependence 
on  Pennsyl- 
vania coal  fields 
for  the  very  vitals 
of  existence  of 
several  millions 
of  her  people  is 
an  alarming  con- 
dition emphasized 
forcibly  by  the 
events  of  the  past 
winter.  A  mere 
caprice  of  nature ; 
a  fit  of  human 
obstinacy;  a  de- 
claration of  na- 
tional expediency 
— any  of  these,  so 
precarious  was 
the  situation, 
would   have   been 

sufficient  to  bring  down  little  short  of  a 
calamity  on  a  large  section  of  the  Cana- 
dian people. 

Details  of  the  effects  on  the  individual 
and  the  nation  of  an , interruption  to  the 
coal  supply  are  unnecessary.     They  were 
pictured  sufficiently  graphically  in  those 
anxious  days  when  the  danger  was  very 
near  and  very  real.  That  they  abundantly 
demonstrated  the  pressing  need  for  a  sub- 
stitute that  would  at  least  minimize  the 
evils  of  a  fuel  shortage  is  the  main  con- 
sideration.    No  longer  ii  at  all  possible, 
should  the  people  of  Canada  remain 
so  absolutely  dependent  on   a  com- 
modity, produced  in  a  foreign  coun- 
try, subject  to  the  control  of  a  for- 
eign government  and  liable  to  serious 
delay  in   its  transportation   and   de- 
livery. 

One  of  Canada's  best  hopes  for  an 
effective  substitute  for  the  black  coal 
of  Pennsylvania  rests  in  her  immense 
resources  of  what  is  picturesquely  de- 
scribed as  white  coal.  Those  im- 
mense waterpowers  scattered  all 
through  the  Dominion,  with  their 
many  millions  of  horsepower  thun- 
dering to  waste  everyday,  after  op- 
portunities for  development  sufficient 
to  meet  every  possible  need  of  Can- 
ada's existing  and  prospective  popu- 
lation for  years  to  come.  For  the 
mine,  substitute  the  power  house ;  for 
the  long,  grimy  coal  train,  moving 
ponderously  northward  over  miles  of 
track,  substitute  the  power-line;  for 
the  furnace  and  the  stove  substitute 
the  motor  and  the  electric  heater; 
and  the  result  will  be  a  cleaner,  saner 
and  more  efficient  commodity. 

'TpHE    WORK   of   harnessing   the 

■*•   waterpowers    of    Canada    began 

some  years  ago  and  already  close  to 

two  million  horsepower  of  developed 


energy  is  available  for  purposes  of  light, 
heat  and.  power.  There  are,  for  example 
the  immense  power  plants  at  Niagara 
Falls,  with  their  transmission  line  stretch- 
ing out  over  hill  and  valley,  east,  west, 
north  and  south,  like  the  tentacles  of  some 
deep-sea  monster!  the  big  hydro-electric 
plant  at  Lake  Buntzoen  on  Burrard  In- 
let, supplying  power  to  the  City  of  Van- 
couver; the  installations  of  the  Calgary 
Power  Company  at  Horse  Shoe  Falls  and 
Kananaskis  Palls  on  the  Bow  River;  the 
various    important    developments,    tribu- 


Left:  The  Grand  Mere 
Falls  on  the  St.  Maur- 
ice River. 

tary  to  the  City  of  Winnipeg  on  the 
Winnipeg  River;  the  power  plants 
on  theKaministiquia,the  Severn,  the 
Beaver,  the  Trent  and  the  Ottawa 
Rivers  in  Ontario;  and  the  various  St. 
Lawrence  River  systems.  All  these  plants 
and  others  unmentioned,  varying  though 
they  do  in  size  and  importance,  are  yet 
playing  their  part  in  the  gradual  emanci- 
pation of  the  country  from  its  dependence 
on  coal  as  the  basis  of  so  many  of  its 
everyday  activities. 

But  after  all  the  mere  harnessing  of  a 
waterfall  and  the  diversion  of  its  current 
for  the  development  of  electric  power  is 
but  one  phase  of  a  yet  more  comprehen- 


Why  the  La  Loutre  dam  is  necessary.     The  St.  Maurice  River 
in   the   middle   of   summer  when    the   flow   is   at   its   lowest. 


M  ACLK  A  N'S     M  A  (J  A  Z  INK 


sive  undertaking.  Rivers,  like  human 
beings,  exhibit  varying  degrees  of  effici- 
ency from  day  to  day  and  month  to  month. 
The  flood  of  spring  is  many  times  more 
twwerful  than  the  attenuated  flow  of  sum- 
mer and  numerous  are  the  fluctuations 
that  occur  between  the  limits  of  high  and 
low  water.  Yet,  it  is  the  minimum  flow 
that  determines  the  year-round  capacity 
•  >f  power  development  or^  any  river.  No 
matter  how  much  water  may  pour  over 
!he  dam  eleven  months  out  of  the  twelve, 
I  is  the  restricted  flow  of  the  twelfth 
month  that  prescribes  the  maximum  de- 
cree of  constancy  that  may  be  expected 
from  that  river's  performance.  How 
valuable,  therefore,  would  any  device 
prove  that  would  tend  to  normalize  the 
volume  of  water  passing  through  the 
ihannel  of  a  river  the  year  round. 

np  HERE  is  under  way  at  the  present 
*■  time  in  Canada,  very  quietly  and  un- 
iistentatiously,  a  project  for  doubling  the 
(liciency  of  one  of  the  most  industrially 
mportant  rivers  in  the  Dominion.  The 
vheme  is  not  only  interesting  from  the 
novelty  of  the  undertaking,  but  it  is  not- 
able as  well  from  its  magnitude.  It  in- 
volves, in  a  word,  the  construction  of  a 
mammoth  storage  reservoir,  double  in  ca- 
pacity that  of  the  largest  dam  yet  con- 
structed on  the  face  of  the  globe.  People 
think  of  the  Nile  as  a  mighty  river  and 
picture  the  famous  Assouan  dam  near  its 
headwaters  as  an  unparalleled  effort  at 
water  conservation,  but  when  the  La  Lou- 
tre  dam,  now  under  construction  far  up 
the  St.  Maurice  River  in  Quebec,  is  com- 
pleted, Canada  will  possess  a  storage  re- 
servoir that  will  take  second  place  to 
none  among  the  world's  greatest  hy- 
draulic systems. 

The  St.  Maurice  is  a  remarkable  river 
-one,  the  importance  of  which  the  aver- 
age Canadian  perhaps  does  not  yet  appre- 
ciate to  the  full.  From  the  power  stand- 
Iioint,  it  is  the  Niagara  of  Quebec  and  yet 
it  has  several  additional  titles  to  fame 
whicn  the  Niagara  River  lacks.  It  has 
been  in  its  day  and  still  continues  to  be 
one  of  the  great  lumbering  rivers  of  the 


Vieu)    showing    sluice    way    and   spill- 
way section  East  Channel,  La  Loutre. 


Dominion,  millions  of  feet  of  timber  hav- 
ing been  driven  down  its  turbulent  course 
and  sawn  up  in  the  various  sawmills  on 
its  banks  during  the  past  century.  It  has 
become  a  centre  for  a  paper  manufactur- 
ing industry  surpassing  in  its  output  that 
on  any  other  river  in  Canada.  It  has  at- 
tracted to  its  various  power  sites  millions 
of  dollars  of  capital  which  have  been  in- 
vested in  industries  of  the  first  import- 
ance. It  is  scenically  very  attractive, 
while  from  the  sportsman's  point  of  view 
it  aft'ords  access  to  a  vast  territory 
abounding  in  fish  and  game. 

Three  hundred  miles  and  more  back  in 
the  hinterland  of  Quebec,  the  St.  Maurice 
takes  its  rise  amid  a  network  of  lakes  and 
tributary  streams,  which  are  hidden  away 


View   showing    trestle 
dam    floating    into    po 


and   downsteam.   coffer- 
sition.        The      closure. 


in  a  wild,  untrodden  land  known  only  to 
the  Indian  and  the  trapper.  Until  the 
builders  of  the  National  Transcontinental 
Railway  penetrated  the  region  immedi- 
ately to  the  south,  it  was  a  territory  prac- 
tically unmapped  and  inaccessible.  From 
the  River's  source  for  two  hundred  miles 
down  to  the  town  of  La  Tuque,  there  is  no 
settlement  except  for  the  camps  of  lumber 
companies,  the  lodges  of  fishing  and  hunt- 
ing clubs  and  the  lonely  stations  along  the 
railway  line.  Only  at  La  Tuque  do  there 
appear  those  first  evidences  of  that  in- 
dustrial activity  for  which  the  St.  Mau- 
rice is  becoming  increasingly  famous. 

Tp  HERE  are  to-day  four  important  cen- 
-^  tres  of  population  on  the  River  — 
Three  Rivers  at  its  confluence  with  the  St 
Lawrence,  midway  between  Montreal  and 
Quebec;  Shawinigan  Falls,  twenty-one 
miles  up-stream,  the  scene  of  the  greatest 
power  development  in  the  Province  of 
Quebec;  Grand  Mere,  twelve  miles  be- 
yond, where  the  immense  paper  mills  of 
the  Laurentide  Company  are  located,  and 
La  Tuque,  already  mentioned,  one  hun- 
dred miles  inland,  a  growing  town  with 
great  industrial  possibilities.  These  four 
places  comprise  a  little  group  whose  col- 
lective importance,  thanks  to  the  re- 
sources of  the  River,  is  growing  steadily 
gi eater. 

^  Shawinigan  Falls  is  naturally  an  ideal 
place  for  water  power  development.  Just 
above  the  Falls,  the  River  widens  into  a 
lake,  while  below  the  Falls  there  lies  a 
second  lake.  This  brings  the  upper  and 
lower  water-levels  within  a  short  distance 
of  each  other,  providing  an  extremely 
economical  location  for  a  power  plant  at 
the  foot  of  the  slope  between  them.  The 
water  rights  at  this  point  are  owned  by 
the  Shawinigan  Water  and  Power  Com- 
pany, which  sells  a  portion  of  the  water 
to  local  manufacturing  concerns  and  with 
the  remainder  operates  its  own  150,000 
h.p.  hydro-electric  plant. 

Through  various  subsidiary  companies, 
the  Shawinigan  Water  and  Power  Com- 
pany distributes  electric  energy  as  far 


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west  as  Montreal  and 
as  far  east  as  Quebec, 
while  it  controls  the 
light,  power  and  trac- 
tion systems  of  Three 
Rivers.  In  the  town 
of  Shawinigan  Falls 
itself,  it  operates 
plants  producing  car- 
bide, carbon  elec- 
trodes, metallic  mag- 
nesium and  other  im- 
portant electro-metal- 
lic products  and  pro- 
vides the  power  for 
such  notable  indus- 
tries as  those  of  the 
Belgo-Canadian  Pulp 
and  Paper  Co.,  the 
Northern  Aluminum 
Co.,  and  the  Cana- 
dian Electro-Products, 
Limited. 

The  dependence  of 
the  thriving  City  of 
Three  Rivers  on  the 
power  development  at  Shawinigan  Falls 
is  almost  absolute.  Here  a  considerable 
number  of  large  indu_strie9,  including 
sawmills,  pulp  and  paper  mills,  textile 
factories,  tanneries  and  boot  and  shoe 
factories,  are  located,  all  deriving  their 
power  plant  at  the  Falls. 

At  Grand  Mere  Falls  the  head  of  water 
is  75  feet  being  only  about  half  that  at 
Shawinigan  Falls.  The  power  site  is  con- 
trolled by  the  Laurentide  Power  Com- 
pany, in  which  the  Shawinigan  Water 
and  Power  Company  holds  an  interest. 
The  available  power  amounts  to  100,000 
h.p.,  part  of  which  will  be  taken  by  the 
Shawinigan  Company  to  supplement  the 
output  of  the  present  plant.  The  Laur- 
entide Company,  in  its  paper  mills,  con- 
sumes about  10,000  h.p. 

At  La  Tuque  Falls  there  is  a  head  of 
eighty  feet,  with  development  possibilities 
of  75'000  h.p.  Only  3,500  h.p.  is  at  pre- 
sent utilized,  the  power  being  controlled 
by  the  Brown  Corporation,  which  operates 
large  pulp  mills  in  the  town  of  La  Tuque. 
In   addition  to 

the  three  falls 
enumerated,  there 
are  at  least  eight 

other  water-pow- 
ers   on    the    St. 

Mauxice      River, 

which  are  still  in 

their      natural 

state.      Within  a 

few     miles     of 

Three  Rivers  are 

the    falls    of    La 

Gabelle   and   Les 

Gres,  with  heads 

of  ten  and  forty 

feet   respectively. 

These  have  re- 
cently been  ac- 
quired    by     the 

Shawinigan 

Water  and  Power 

Company,     which 

will  develop  them 

later  •n  when  the 

water    powers   of 

Shawinigan 

Falls   and   Grand 

Mere    are    taxed 

to      the      limit. 

Seven  miles  above 

La  Tuque  are  the 

Sans  Nom  Falls, 

with    a    head    of 


La  Loutre  Falls  Power.     Intake  and  Head  Gate. 


128  feet.  Farther  on  are  the  Vermillion, 
the  Blancs,  the  Grand  Cceurs,  the  La 
Grace  and  the  De  L'lle  Falls,  varying  in 
size  from  16  to  136  feet  and  still  in  the 
hands  of  the  Crown. 

H'VVING  observed  the  extent  and  im- 
portance of  the  power  developments 
on  the  river ;  the  wide  territory  served  by 
the  several  power  companies  and  the  de- 
pendence of  so  many  large  industries  on 
the  constant  supply  of  electric  energy 
from  its  water  falls,  the  significance  of 
the  following  statement  must  be  appar- 
ent. The  proportion  of  the  flood  to  the 
minimum  flow  on  the  St.  Maurice  River 
is  as  30  to  1. 

This  bald  statement,  when  dissected, 
means  that  the  volume  of  water  passing 
down  the  channel  of  the  River  when  the 
spring  freshets  are  at  their  maximum  is 
thirty  times  as  great  as  the  volume  of 
water  carried  by  the  River  during  the 
time  of  the  summer  drought.  Thirty  to 
one  is  a  big  variation.     On  the  St.  Law- 


End    view    of    block    at    chainage. 
2  a;  76  East.     Concreting  La  Loutre. 


rence  the  difference  is 
only  two  to  one,  while 
on  the  Ottawa  it  is  but 
fifteen  to  one. 

With     so    much    at 
stake,  it  is  small  won- 
der  that   the   Quebec 
Government    and    the 
power    companies    on 
the  St.  Maurice  River 
were   led    to    consider 
rendering  the  flow  of 
water      more      even 
throughout    the    year. 
Their    deliberations 
culminated  five  years 
ago   in   the   determin- 
ation   to    construct    a 
vast  storage  reservoir 
far   up   the   River,   in 
which  the  flood  waters 
could  be  preserved  and 
served    out     as     they 
were  needed  so  as  to 
maintain  a  steady  flow 
all     the    year    round. 
The-provincial  government  in  December, 
1912,  passed  an  Act  empowering  the  Que- 
bec Streams  Commission  to  proceed  with 
the  undertaking  as   a  public  work,   and 
since  then  plans  have  been  prepared,  con- 
tracts let  and  construction  proceeded  with. 
It  is  quite  safe  to  say  that,  without  the 
existence  of  the  National  Transcontinen- 
tal Railway,  the  gigantic  enterprise  could 
not  have  been  undertaken.     The  railway 
has  rendered  access  to  the  scene  of  the 
project   comparatively   easy.        As   those 
who  have  made   the   interesting  journey 
over  this  road  between  Quebec  and  Coch- 
rane are  aware,  the  new  transcontinental 
line  strikes  the  St.  Maurice  River  at  La 
Tuque  and  follows  the  river  valley  for 
many  miles  on  its  westward  course.     It  is 
an  exceedingly  picturesque  section  of  the 
line.     The  R^ver  winds  between  bold  and 
rocky   hills   and   the   track,    skirting   the 
edge  of  the  River,  now  runs  along  a  nar- 
row ledge  right  over  the  flood  of  water 
and    again    sweeps    back    through    some 
wooded  valley.     Views  all  along  the  road 
are  of  a  wild  and 
rugged  grandeur. 
At  the  junction 
of    the    Manouan 
River  with  the  St. 
Maurice,  about  85 
miles   north   west 
of  La  Tuque,  the 
railway  leaves  the 
latter    river     and 
strikes     west     to 
Parent.     It  is  at 
this    point,    at   a 
station  caled  San- 
maur,    that  one 
must  make  a  dig- 
ression  from 
the    Transcontin- 
ental    t  o     reach 
the   dam   just   a- 
bove  the  rapids  of 
La   Loutre.     The 
river  itself  to  La 
Loutre  is  52  miles 
though    this     has 
been     s  1  ig  h  1 1  y 
shortened   by   the 
construction   of  a 
railway   for   part 
of   the   way.      As 
far  as  the  Chau- 
diere     Falls,      32 
miles    from    San- 
Contd.  on  p.  101. 


The  Woman  Who  Understood 


By  Arthur  Stringer 


Author   of   "The   Prairie    Wife,"   "The  Anatomy  of  Love,"  etc. 


"U 


NCLE  MOSE,  oughtn't  some- 
body to  shoot  that  old  hound?" 
The  decrepit  negro  turned 
slowly  about  and  blinked  at  the  two  youth- 
ful figures  in  glimmering  white.  Then 
he  looked  down  at  the  dog  asleep  in  the 
sunlight. 

"No,  indeedy,  Mis'  Margot!  Dat's  mah 
houn'!  Mis'  Jinny's  boy  done  gib  me  dat 
dawg!" 

"But  he's  so  old!" 

The  girl  ran  a  hand  along  the  dog's 
wrinkled  back.  The  movement  was  dainty 
yet  pitying.  "And  Susan  says  his  teeth 
are  gone." 

The  taller  of  the  two  girls  opened  a 
pale  green  parasol  and  moved  closer  to 
the  little  group,  stepping  with  fawn-like 
fastidiousness  over  the  lush  grasps  still 
steaming  in  the  sunlight.  The  aura  of 
youth  about  her  slender  body  was  like 
the  languid  airiness  of  a  silver-birch  in 
early  summer. 

"How  old  is  he,  Uncle  Mose?"  she  asked 
abstractedly. 

The  old  servant  raked  through  the 
snow-white  kinks  of  his  head  with  a  medi- 
tative finger.  Then  he  put  down  his  pol- 
ishing-cloth. 

"How  ol'  is  dat  houn'  o'  mine.  Mis' 
Effel?" 

'  I  ■"  HE  May  sun  shone  down  out  of  a 
•*■  sky  of  cobalt  blue,  the  cobalt  blue  of 
an  Ontario  sky  in  May,  shone  bnthe  nickel 
rims  of  the  motor-lamps  which  Uncle  Mose 
had  been  making  a  pretence  of  polishing, 
on  the  warm,  red  brick  garage,  on  the  bil- 
lowing white  and  pink  of  a  snow-apple 
tree  in  full  bloom  above  a  yellow-painted 
lattice  summer-house,  on  the  vivid  green 
of  the  lawn  grass  still  wet  with  hose- 
water.  Pigeons  cooed  frorh  the  stable- 
roof.  On  the  grape-trellis  behind  the  sum- 
mer-house fluted  a  spring  robin.  The  hum 
of  bees  filled  the  afternoon  with  a  lazy 
drone.  A  soft  breeze  fluttered  the  skirts 
of  the  two  girls  in  white.  The  old  hound, 
with  his  nose  flat  between  his  fore-paws, 
raised  an  irdifferent  eyelid  and  then  low- 
ered it  again. 

"How  ol'  is  dat  dawg?"  ruminated 
Uncle  Mose,  as  he  sat  down  on  the  white- 
rubbered  running-board  of  the  newly 
washed  car  and  solemnly  contemplated 
the  hound  that  lay  as  prone  as  though 
anaesthetised  by  the  warm  spring  sunlight. 
"Why,  Mis'  Effel,  I  raikon  dat  dawg's 
clean  as  ol'  as  you  and  Mis'  Margot  put 
t'gether!" 

The  younger  of  the  two  girls  laughed 
softly. 

"That  would  make  him  almost  forty. 
Uncle  Mose!"  she  remonstrated. 

"Dere's  some  animiles  lives  a  uncom- 
mon long  time,  Mis'  Margot,"  avowed  the 
old  negro.  "Mos'  as  long  as  some  nig- 
gers!" 

"But  not  dogs  and  horses.  Uncle 
Mose!" 

"Indeedy  dey  do,  Mis'  Effel.  Dey  do  in 
sonie  famblies.  De  animiles  in  Mis'  Jinny's 
fambly  always  got  drefful  ol'.  It  was  al- 
ways de  humans  what  died  young.  An' 
it  was  Mis'  Jinny's  boy  gib  me  dat  dawg." 
"He  used  to  call  Judge  Howell's  wife 


Miss  Jinny,"  explained  the  older  of  the 
two  girls.     "That  was  Garnet's  mother." 

THE  younger  girl,  who  had  been  lis- 
tening to  the  robin,  nodded  her  head. 
A  cloud  passed  like  a  dark  wing  across 
the  grass.  It  lasted  only  a  moment.  The 
sun  came  out  again,  strong  and  white. 

"Dat's  right.  Mis'  EflTel;  Masta  Gahnet 
was  Mis'  Jinny's  boy.     An'  -I  raikon  you 
notice  how  dat  ol'  dawg  lif  his  head  when 
you  say  his  name  dataway.     He  knows. 
He's  the  wises'  ol'  dawg  I  ever  see.    He's 
mos'  as  wise  as  Jo-Anne  was." 
"Who  was  Jo-Anne?" 
"Jo-Anne  was  Mis'  Jinny's  boss.     Dey 
was   a  team,   Dahby  and  Jo-Anne.     You 
see.  Mis'  Effel,  Mis'  Jinny  was  a  Pinkney, 
one  o'  the  Virginia  Pinkneys.     Her  folks 
come  no'th  to  Canada   'bout  the  close  o' 
the  Wah;  dey  was  sent  off  by  the  Yankees 
for  suttin  s'ditious  acts  an'  speechifyin'. 
I  come  along  wid  the  folks,  for  I  was  the 
Major's  hoss-boy.     Dey  bought  the  Buth- 
nott  Pahm,   and   Major   Pinkney  he  laid 
out  to  run  dat  fahm.     Dey  had  a  hawd 
time  in  dis  country — mos'  things  was  so 
diff'rent,  and  in  dose  days  the  ol'  Major 
he  always  called  it  a  dam'  wilderness.    I 
ain't  tryin'  to  argufy  the  ol'  Major  was 
'zackly  set  aginst  dese  yere  C'nadian  folks. 
Mis'  Effel.  for  dey  shore  alius  treat  dat  ol' 
gen'l'man  wif  respeck.     But  all  dem  days 
he  was  kind  o'  eatin'  his  ol'  heart  out  f'r 
Virginia,  wifout  lettin'  you  N'thern  folks 
know  he  was  pinin'  f'r  his  own  people.     I 
was  always  his  hoss-boy,  an'  the  ol'  Major 
he  says  to  me,  'Mose,  I'se  gwine  to  bring 
up  some  Virginia  stock  and  show  dese  Es- 
kimmo  blue-noses  what  hoss-flesh  is!'  But 
dem  Pinkneys  was  too  biggety-feelin'  for 
truckin'    an'   tradin',    an'    the    ol'    Major 
wasn't  the  managin'  kind,  no  how.     De 
fahm  she  jes'  went  to  rack  an'  roon,  clear 
to  rack  an'  roon.     After  the  Major  had 
his   stroke,  me  and  Mis'  Jinny  we  done 
the  bes'  we  could ! 

"Mis'  Jinny  was  jes'  a  girl  in  dem  days 
— Lo'dy,  jes'  look  at  dat  ol'  houn'  wag  his 
ear  when  he  catch  the  soun'  o'  dat  name! 
But  Mis'  Jinny  was  the  mos'  high-speerit- 
ed  girl  ever  took  a  seben-bar  gate  'stead 
of  gettin'  outen  the  saddle  to  unlock  'im, 
an'  many  a  day  I  see  her  lop  over  a  rail- 
fence  'stead  of  ridin'  roun*  by  the  gap. 
She  was  the  fines'-lookin'  girl  in  Kent 
County,  was  Mis'  Jinny,  an'  the  summer 
the  ol'  Major  had  his  second  stroke  an' 
Jedge  Lowell  come  out  from  the  county 
seat  for  to  see  'bout  the  law  papers,  I  rai- 
kon the  Jedge  was  took  wif  Mis'  Jinny 
fust  day  he  clapped  eyes  on  her. 

"Seems  I  was  a-puttin'  the  Jedge's  team 
up  'bout  six  times  a  week,  dat  summer. 
'Bout  the  las'  word  the  ol'  Major  says  to 
me  wag:  'Mose,  don't  you  'low  our  Jinny 
to  hitch  up  wif  no  Eskimmo  blue-nose.' 
But  two  mont's  af'er  the  ol'  Major  was 
put  away,  Jedge  Lowell  he  come  to  me 
an'  say:  'Mose.  Mis'  Jinny  says  if  she 
comes  wif  me,  you's  got  to  come  too!  How 
'bout  dat?'  I  says  I's  done  willin'  to  go 
where  Mis'  Jinny  fixes  to  go.  The  Jedge 
he  was  a  cold  man  an'  I  raikon  twict  the 
age  o'  Mis'  Jinny.  But  he  laughed  and 
he   says,.  'We   all  think  a  heap  of  Mis' 


Jinny,  Mose!'    I  allow  he  was  dead  right 
'bout  dat. 

"So  when  the  Jedge  marry  Mis'  Jinny 
an'  dey  move  in  the  big  red-briek  over 
yonder  on  the  ribber,  I  comes  along  too. 
And  when  the  Jedge  takes  up  the  moht- 
gage  on  the  ol'  Buthnott  Fahm  an'  buys 
it  in  for  Mis'  Jinny,  Lo'dy,  Lo'dy,  how  dat 
girl  did  carry  on  an'  cry.  You  see,  Missey, 
the  Jedge  was  a  rich  man.  -He  weren't 
like  the  ol'  Major.  Ev'rything  he  teched 
jes'  seemed  to  tuhn  into  money.  He  had 
a  powerful  cold  eye  an'  he  never  cussed 
and  laughed  wif  no  nigger  the  way  the 
ol'  Major  would.  But  he  was  mighty  good 
to  me,  jes'  for  Mis'  Jinny's  sake.  I  rai- 
kon no  men  folks,  white  or  black,  was  ever 
kinder  to  deir  wimmen. 

•♦"TpHE  secon'  year  dey  was  married  he 

■^  bought  her  the  team,  the  team  I 
tol'  you  'bout,  Dahby  and  Jo-Anne.  Dey 
was  a  couple  o'  blue-grass  thoroughbreds, 
a  roan  an'  a  bay,  an'  the  Jedge  he  send 
me  down  to  Covington  for  to  fetch  'em 
across  the  Line.  And  I  was  powerful  glad 
to  git  back,  for  the  Souf  ain't  the  Souf 
it  used  to  be;  an'  Lo'dy,  I  don't  even  talk 
like  dem  States  niggers  no  moah  J  How 
dem  ponies  could  trabbel!  Mis'  Jinny  she 
rigs  me  out  wif  tight  pants,  an'  boots  wif 
yellow  tops,,  an'  a  green  coat  wif  shiny 
buttons;  and  she  sets  me  up  on  the  rum- 
ble, an'  ev'ry  week  we  go  zippin'  out  to 
the  ol'  Buthnott  Fahm  an'  Mis'  Jinny 
wanders  roun'  the  ol'  house  an'  looks  over 
the  o'ehad  and  digs  up  some  o'  the  roots 
outen  the  ol'  flower-beds  for  to  fetch  back 
for  the  new  town-house. 

"One  day  the  Jedge  he  comes  to  me  an' 
says:  'Mose,  I  don't  want  Mis'  Howell 
drivin'  dat  team  p'  colts  no  moah!'  An' 
I  says:  'Den  we  all  better  draw  dem  shoes 
and  git  'em  out  to  the  01'  Fahm!' — for  1 
knew  Mis'  Jinny'd  keep  on  a-drivin'  dem 
colts,  no  matter  what  the  Jedge  said.  So 
he  looks  me  in  the  eye  and  says:  'I  rai- 
kon you're  right,  Mose!  We'll  jes'  tuhn 
'em  out  to  grass  for  a  few  mont's!" 

"Den  b'fore  the  snow  came  Mis'  Jinny 
had  her  li'l  baby.  Dat  was  Masta  Gah- 
net! 

"Mis'  Jinny  mos'  died  havin'  dat  baby. 
But  the  f us'  day  she  send  for  me,  an'  when 
I  goes  in  kind  o'  scary,  she  han'd  Masta 
Gahnet  up  to  me  an'  says:  'Mose,  dat's 
mine!  mine!'  An'  she  cry  a  li'l  and  tak' 
him  back  an'  I  say:  'Gawd  strike  me  daid. 
Mis'  Jinny,  but  dat's  the  mos'  beau'f'l 
baby  I  ever  clapped  my  ol'  eyes  on!'  Den 
she  laugh  and  cry  a  li'l  more  an'  say: 
'Mose.  you  a  ol'  black  fool!' — say  it  'zact- 
the  same  as  the  ol'  Major'd-say  it.  And 
dat  made  me  think  of  the  ol'  days,  an'  I 
up  and  says  to  her:  'Lo'dy,  Mis'  Jinny, 
but  wouldn't  the  ol'  Major  be  clean  out'n 
his  boots  to  see  you  wif  a  chile  like  dat?' 

"When  the  Jedge  come  in  and  see  Mis' 
Jinny  cryin'  again,  he  tak's  me  down  to 
the  lib'ry  an'  pours  me  out  a  tumbler  of 
ol'  poht  wine  an'  den  shakes  ban's  wif  me 
an'  den  tries  to  say  something  an'  den 
walks  to  the  windah  blowin'  his  nose.  Den 
he  jes'  pushes  me  out'n  the  lib'ry  doah  an' 
shets  hisself  in.  My,  my,  I  never  see  a 
father  so  proud  'bout  havin'  a  chile.  You 


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see  Missy,  the  Jedge  he  was  'bout  fohty 
years  ol'  den,  an'  I  raikon  he  nebber  un- 
derstan'  what  havin'  one  of  his  own  flesh 
and  blood  kind  o'  means  to  a  man. 

An'  when  the  spring  come  and  Mis' 
Jinny  got  strong  again,  he  sent  for  me 
for  to  fetch  the  team  in  from  the  ol'  Buth- 
nott  Fahm.  An'  ev'ry  day  him  an'  Mis' 
Jinny  and  Masta  Gahnet  dey  go  drivin' 
through  the  country,  gittin'  me  to  fill  up 
the  kirrige  wif  apple-blossoms  an'  wil'- 
plum  flowers  an'  enough  field-posies  for 
a  fust-class  funer'l.  An'  I  seen  Mis'  Jin- 
ny hoi'  dat  baby  up  aginst  the  nose  of 
Dahby  and  Jo-Anne  and  say:  'I  want  my 
boy  always  to  love  animiles!'  An'  Lo'dy, 
but  dat  chile  'd  pat  dem  snifiin'  noses  an' 
squeal  and  laugh  an'  weren't  no  more 
scairt  of  a  boss  'n  you  is  of  a  kitten.  An' 
his  mammy  'd  say  to  me,  'Mose,  dat  boy's 
a  Pinkney,  sure  'nough !'  An'  b'fore  Masta 
Gahnet  'd  cut  his  front  teef  dat  team 
knew  dat  baby. 

"One  Sunday  when  the  Jedge  was  read- 
in'  his  law-books  under  the  big  ellum,  Mis' 
Jinny  put  Masta  Gahnet  on  Jo-Anne's 
back,  an'  let  'im  ride  dat  mare  all  by  his- 
se'f,  roun'  an'  roun'  the  grape-ahbor.  An' 
when  Masta  Gahnet  slap  the  reins  and 
pull  Jo-Anne  in  under  a  ol'  black-heart 
cherry  tree,  the  lowes'  branch  scrapes 
Masta  Gahnet  ofl'n  his  back,  sam  as  my 
hand  'd  scrape  a  fly  off'n  dis  fender.  Dat 
mare  jes'  know  she's  'sponsible  for  dat 
chile,  for  she  stan'  dere  all  a-tramble,  not 
£0  much  as  liftin'  one  foot  till  the  Jedge 
come  an'  hoi'  her  haid  while  Mis'  Jinny 
gits  Masta  Gahnet  from  b'tween  her  feet. 
Hurt?  No,  Mis'  EfTel,  dat  boy  weren't 
hurt  nohow,  'sceptin'  for  the  scare.  By 
the  time  he  was  six  year  ol',  he  was  ridin' 
dat  boss  all  over  the  town  and  across  the 
Big  Ditch  culberts,  wif  six  or  seben  dawgs 
trailin'  behin'.  For  Masta  Gahnet  always 
was  a  great  han'  for  dawgs.  Dey  was  all 
kinds  o'  dawgs,  an'  dey  all  jes'  natcher'ly 
took  to  dat  boy,  same  as  a  boss  did.  Why, 
Masta  Gahnet  'd  ride  Jo-Anne  clean  up 
the  gal'ry  stairs,  wif  the  Jedge  gettin 
scary  an'  warnin'  him  to  stop,  an'  his- 
mammy  c'mmandin'  him  to  go  ahead !  But 
do  you  all  s'pose  dat  Jo-Anne  'd  let  an- 
other chile,  white  or  black,  sit  on  his  back? 
No,  indeedy,  not  for  a  minit!' 

»<  rAEM  was  gran'  times!  Lo'dy,  but 
■L'  dat  boy  did  bring  the  joy  o'  life  in- 
to dat  ol'  red-brick  house  on  the  ribber! 
Not  dat  Masta  Gahnet  was  a  bad  boy.  He 
was  jes'  high-speerited,  like  Mis'  Jinny — 
an'  where  dere's  only  one  in  a  fam'bly 
dey  natcher'ly  git  a  li'l  indulged-like.  He 
was  sure  a  Pinkney.  I  raikon  dat's  what 
made  his  mammy  understan'  the  boy  bet- 
ter'n  the  Jedge  did.  Not  dat  the  Jedge 
didn't  wo'ship  the  groun'  dat  boy  walked 
on.  Lo'dy,  he  jes'  lived  and  wohked  an' 
planned  for  dat  boy,  all  his  days.  But 
Masta  Gahnet  an'  Mis'  Jinny  was  kind  o' 
closer  togedder,  wid  all  the  li'l  secrets  dat 
two  young  folks  has. 

"An'  dat  boy  sure  did  like  music.  He'd 
play  a  mouf -organ  or  a  banjo  or  a  pianny, 
jes'  by  the  ear,  same  as  his  mammy. 
Many's  the  time  Masta  Gahnet  an'  Mis' 
Jinny  an'  ol'  Mose  sot  up  on  a  peck-mea- 
sure and  a  couple  o'  overturned  buckets 
in  the  kerridge-shed,  when  the  Jedge  was 
off  on  his  circuit — mis'  Jinny  wif  the 
banjo  an'  Masta  Gahnet  wif  his  mouf- 
organ  and  me  singin'  bass,  an'  scandalize 
dem  blue-nose  No'thern  folks  singin' 
'S'wanee  Ribber'  an'  'Dixie!' 

"Dem  was  great  ol'  days.  Mis'  EflFel!  I 
mind  the  afternoon — dat  was  'long  'bout 


Christmas  —  when  the  Jedge  and  Mis' 
Jinny  an'  Masta  Gahnet  come  drivin' 
home  in  the  cuttah  from  the  Buthnott 
Fahrn,  all  wrapped  up  in  the  b'ar-skin 
robes  an'  the  team  a  li'l  sudsy  on  the 
flanks  an'  the  air  nippy  an'  the  sleighin' 
good.  Mis'  Jinny  she  threw  down  the 
reins  and  I  cotcli  'em  up  and  say:  'Dat 
mus'  been  a  gran'  ride,  Mis'  Jinny!'  She 
£X)t  back  in  the  cuttah  an'  look  at  the  big 
red  sun  drappin'  behin'  the  pine  trees  an' 
she  says:  'Mose,  I'm  happy!"  Den  she 
sit  on  the  sleigh  while  I  onhitch  the  team, 
jes'  dreamin'  like.  'Mose,'  she  says  after 
a  while,  'dose'  preachin'  folks  talk  'bout 
a  Heben  after  dis  life!  But  I  raikon  dis 
is  jes'  Heben  'nough  for  me!' 

"  'Bout  dat  time  nex'  spring  we  all  staht 
Masta  Gahnet  off  to  school.  He'  was  a 
powerful  smaht  boy.  But  the  Jedge  he 
allowed  dat  chile  weren't  over-stiddy  wid 
his  book-larnin'.  Masta  Gahnet  was  jes' 
too  high-speerited  to  be  shettin'  hisself  up 
wif  a  lot  o'  books.  He  was  always  han- 
kerin'  to  be  out  wif  the  bosses,  or  tryin' 
to  mend  up  the  ol'  pea-rifle  w'at  I  kep' 
hid  in  the  harness-room  for  him,  or  traip- 
sin'  off  wif  his  dawgs,  or  buildin'  a  raf 
up  roun'  the  bend  o'  the  ribber.  He  saved 
up  an'  bought  a  ol'  rabbit-gun  for  a  dol- 
lar, a  sure-'nough  gun  dat'd  shoot  mos' 
ev'ry  time.  But  the  Jedge  took  dat  away 
from  him.  Den  he  swapped  a  ridin'  sad- 
dle for  a  ol'  boat.  He  had  her  mos'  all 
rigged  up  for  a  pirit-ship — an'  many's 
the  time  dat  boy  made  me  cook  vittles 
for  all  dat  pirit-erew  o'  his'n— an'  he  was 
plannin'  a  pirit-raid  on  the  Lower  Ribber 
Gang  b'fore  the  Jedge  ever  suspicioned  he 
owned  dat  boat.  Lo'dy,  I  mind  the  day  the 
Jedge  raided  dat  pirit-ship  an'  Masta 
Gahnet  an'  his  brudder  pirits  all  took  a 
high  dive  ofF'n  the  tail  end.  Dey  dove  deep 
an'  swum  the  ribber.  The  Jedge  he  went 
white,  yes'm,  white  as  chalk,  for  dat  man 
never  even  knowed  Masta  ■Gahnet  c'd 
swim  a  stroke! 

««  I3UT  the  bigges'  trubble  come  along 
-'-''bout  the  time  Masta  Gahnet  staht 
to  spindle  out  in  the  laigs  an'  took  to 
smokin'  cedar-bahk  an'  char-cane.  Nex' 
thing  we  knows  he's  tryin'  a  puff  at 
t'bacca,  scarin'  me  out'n  my  wits  les'  the 
Jedge  ketch  him  dere  in  the  kerridge-shed 
an'  hoi'  me  'countable.  Masta  Gahnet  an' 
the  English  chu'ch  preacher's  boy  ust  to 
git  up  on  the  sunny  side  o'  the  stable- 
roof  an'  near  choke  deirselves  to  deff. 
Den  dey  jes'  natcher'ly  got  bruk  in  to  it. 
Mis'  Jinny  she  did  take  on  bad  when  she 
foun'  dat  out.  Masta  Gahnet  couldn't  fool 
his  mammy  for  long.  She  jes'-  fcnew  when 
dere  was  somethin'  in  the  wind.  So  she 
sent  for  dat  boy  an'  shet  herse'f  up  wif 
him.  An'  I  mind  she  promise  him  a  slide 
trombone  and  a  bicycle  on  his  sixteent' 
burfday,  if  he  c'd  come  to  her  and  say 
he'd  never  tasted  t'bacca  from  dat  day  on. 
An'  he  meant  to  do  dat,  for  he  come  to  me 
and  say:  'Mose,  heah's  dem  cubebs  an' 
dem  odder  cig'rettes  I  bought  down  to  the 
drug  stoah.  Dey'il  do  you  good.  I  ain't  a- 
goin'  to  smoke  no  moah!' 

"The  nex'  day  Mis'  Jinny  call  me  in  an' 
shet  the  doah  an  say:  'Mose,  dere's  no- 
thin'  on  dis  earth  nearer  an'  dearer  to 
me  'n  dat  boy  o'  mine.  I  want  for  him  to 
be  a  good  boy.  I  ain't  a-axin'  for  you  to 
tittle-tattle  on  him,  for  I  know  you 
wouldn't,  nohow!  But  I  want  you  for  to 
help  me  make  my  boy  a  good  man  an'  a 
hones'  man!  And  if  you  ever  give  dat 
boy  a  pinch  o'  t'bacca,  I'll  skin  you  alive!" 

"An'  I  sure, would  never  tittle-tattle  on 


dat  boy,  for  ev'ryone  thought  a  heap  o' 
Masta  Gahnet,  the  same  as  ev'ryone 
thought  a  heap  o'  Mis'  Jinny.  He  was  the 
kindes'  boy  you  ever  see,  an'  'specially  wif 
animiles.  He  had  dat  red  brick  fuller'* 
sick  dawgs  an'  lame  dawgs  an'  no-home 
dawgs  'n  a  ant-hill  is  full  o'  ants.  But  I 
raikon  he  loved  dat  houn',  ol'  Kaiser  dere, 
better  'n  all  the  res'! 


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DOUT  dat  time,  too,  he  got  powerful 
'-'fond  o'  the  water,  slippin'  off  t'  th« 
ribber  ev'ry  chanct  he  saw.  Many's  the 
time  Mis'  Jinny  sends  me  scootin'  over  t» 
the  ribber,  for  to  root  Masta  Gahnet  out'» 
the  cave  dem  rapscallions  set  a  stove  up 
in,  where  dey  set  roun'  on  nail-kegs  eatin' 
half-cooked  cohn  and  kerrits.  Den  Masta 
Gahnet  he  bought  his  secon'  boat,  a  ol' 
duck-boat,  and  make  me  tote  kerridge- 
paint  down  behind  the  saw-mill,  while  he 
do  her  over  an'  gaudy  her  up  and  put  in 
mos'  all  his  spare  time  workin'  over  the 
leaks.  Even  Mis'  Jinny  neber  knew  'bout 
dat  boat.  Leastways  she  neber  knew  'bout 
it  till  the  night  Kaiser  come  whimperin' 
and  scraitchin'  at  the  doah,  when  the 
Jedge  an'  Mis'  Jinny  been  sittin'  dere 
puzzlin'  over  Masta  Gahnet  not  gettin' 
home  for  supper.  Den  I  jes'  busts  out  an' 
tell  dem  the  truf.  An'  the  Jedge  steadies 
his  hand  and  pats  Kaiser  and  says,  'Good 
dawg!'  an'  'Take  me  to  'im,  Kaiser!'  An', 
Lo'dy,  from  the  way  he  set  his  face  I 
know  he  jes'  s'mise  dat  chile  is  sure 
drownded.  An'  when  I  see  Mis'  Jinny's 
face  I  snuk  out'n  the  house  and  kneel 
down  behin'  the  lilack-bushes,  wif  the  rain 
beatin'  on  my  ol'  haid,  an'  I  says:  'Gawd 
A'mighty,  spah  dat  chile!  O  Gawd  A'- 
mighty,  spah  dat  chile  for  Mis'  Jinny's 
sake!" 

"It  was  gejttin'  dahk  when  we  staht  out. 
wif  the  thunder  barkin'  like  a  sheep-dawg 
at  our  heels.  So  we  all  took  lanterns  and 
kerrige-lamps  and  stahted  for  the  ribber. 
Mis'  Jinny  she  went  by  the  road,  along 
wif  Jo-Anne  and  the  ol'  surrey.  Kaiser 
an'  the  Jedge  takes  one  side  o'  the  ribber, 
and  I  takes  the  other.  Oh,  Golly,  dat  was 
a  trip,  through  bahn-yards  and  chicken 
yards  an'  fahm-yards  an'  grave-yards, 
wif  the  Jedge  callin'  out  'cross  the  water 
ev'ry  so  long,  and  Kaiser  whimperin'  and 
yelpin'  and  leadin'  the  Jedge  straight  to 
where  the  ol'  duck-boat  stood  under  a  big 
button  wood.  I  could  see  the  Jedge  hoi'  his 
light  all  over  dat  boat.  An'  she  sure 
was  empty. 

"Den,  Lo'dy,  I  lieard  something  up  in 
the  air  whisperin'  to  me!  I  heard  dat 
voice  say,  'Mose!'  an'  all  my  ol'  ha'r  jes' 
unkink  itself  an'  stand  up  on  end.  Den  I 
staht  to  aidge  dway,  but  I  hear  dat 
voice  still  sayin',  'Mose,  you  black 
debbil,  if  you  fix  for  to  run  I'll  sure 
brain  you  wif  dis  brick!'  Den  I  looks 
up  at  the  top  o'  the  firin'  kiln,  and 
dere  I  sees  Masta  Gahnet's  haid  stickin' 
over  the  aidge.  Bimeby  I  understan'  dat 
aijit  no  ghos'.  'For  the  lub  o'  Gawd, 
Masta  Gahnet,'  I  says,  'whad  you  all 
doin'  on  dat  kiln-top  at  dis  time  o'  night?' 
'Keepin'  wahm,'  he  says.  'I  aint  got  no 
clo'es.' 

"An'  dat  was  the  truf.  Dat  chile  got 
het  up  rowin'  down  the  ribber,  an'  when 
he  come  to'  the  ol'  Foote  Fahm,  he  jes' 
natcher'ly  peeled  off  and  tuk  a  swim. 
An'  when  ol'  Foote's  cows  come  for  to 
swim  the  fohd,  dat  chile  raikoned  he'd 
ride  one  o'  dem  cows  acrost.  01'  man 
Foote  gib  him  the  chase,  an'  stole  his 
clo'es,  an'  when  the  rain  come  on,  dat 
Continued  on  page  80. 


Arthur  William  Brown  and  his 
work.  The  centre  is  from  an  admir- 
able likeness  of  Mr.  Brown,  painted 


by  James  Montgomery  Flagg.  At 
sides  are  samples  of  illustrations, 
showing   Mr.    Brown   at   hit   best. 


Canadians  in  New  York 

By  Beatrice  Redpath 


CANADIANS  in  New  York!  Where 
are  they,  you  wonder,  and  where 
are  they  to  be  found?  You  ask 
the  first  American  whom  you  meet,  but 
he  appears  vague. 

"Canadians  in  New  York?"  he  responds, 
blankly.  No,  he  has  never  heard  of  them. 
For  the  truth  is  that  the  Canadian  who 
has  come  to  New  York  has  been  so  suc- 
cessful that  the  New  Yorker  claims  him 
as  his  own. 

But  there  are  plenty  of  Canadians  in 
New  York,  and  this  is  realized  by  refer- 
ring to  the  various  Canadian  societies  in 
the  Metropolis. 

Perhaps  the  most  interesting  of  these, 
and  one  with  the  most  national  spirit,  is 
the  Canadian  Society.  Its  ex-president, 
and  one  of  its  most  active  members,  is 
Dr.  MacPhee.  who  was  born  in  Prince  Ed- 
ward Island,  and  who  was  a  gold  medal- 
list before  he  came  to  New  York  to  take 
up  the  study  of  nervous  and  mental  dis- 
eases. He  is  now  a  professor  of  mental 
■;(i  nervous  diseases  at  the  New  York 
i'ost  Graduate  Medical  School  and  Hos- 
pital. 

Dr.  MacPhee  is  a  staunch  Imperialist, 
and  his  aim  has  been  to  make  the  Cana- 
dian Society  stand  for  Imperial  Unity, 
for  Canadian  Nationalism  and  Anglo- 
American  amity.  He  contends  that  in  an- 
other country  a  Canadian  society  will  not 
represent  public  opinion    if  it  does    not 

■ind  for  the  Empire. 

"A  society  of  this  description  must  be 
a  charitable  one,"  he  says;  and  in  his  ef- 
forts in  this  direction  he  has  lived  up  to 
his  ideals.  He  has  always  subordinated 
his  own  interests  to  those  of  the  club,  as- 
sisting it  largely  financially  and  with  his 
time  and  interest. 

T\  URING  the  war  the  Canadian  Society 
•■-'  has  suspended  its  public  banquets, 
and  the  members  do  not  expect  to  hold 
any  national  functions  until  the  war  is 
«nded.    The  reason  for  this  is  that  they 


are  fearful  of  appearing  to  attempt  the 
influencing  of  public  opinion.  Also  they 
wish  to  devote  all  their  resources  to  the 
relief  of  the  dependents  of  the  Canadian 
soldiers  living  in  the  States.  Apparently 
no  provision  was  made  by  the  Canadian 
Patriotic  Society  for  the  families  of  these 
men.  and  the  Canadian  Society  in  New 
York  has  the  satisfaction  of  being  able 
to  say  that  they  have  provided  for  all  the 
applicants  on  this  side  of  the  border  with- 
out any  aid  from  Ottawa.  This  has  been 
due  in  a  very  large  degree  to  Dr.  MacPhee, 
although  he  declines  to  admit  it. 

This  society  has  also  a  bed  endowed  at 
the  Presbyterian  Hospital,  and  a  fund 
for  sending  indigent  Canadians  back  to 
Canada.  It  is  almost  with  surprise  that 
one  learns  of  the  numbers  of  Canadians 
living  in  the  States  who  have  gone  over 
to  France  to  join  the  Allies.  It  would 
have  seemed  as  if  after  years  spent  in 
another  country  they  would  have  become 
more  or  less  dis-associated  with  the  land 
of  their  birth,  but  there  appears  to  be  no 
diminishing  of  nationality  in  the  hearts 
of  the  Canadians  living  in  New  York. 
They  are  eager  to  be  known  as  Canadians, 
though  at  the  same  time  cautious  in  their 
speech  on  the  subject  of  nationality,  feel- 
ing as  they  do  the  sensitiveness  of  their 
friends,  the  Americans,  because  of  the 
manner  in  which  they  feel  their  real  sen- 
timents have  been  misrepresented  to  the 
world. 

A  N  interesting  club  that  has  grown  up 
■^*-  in  New  York  and  that  now  has  a  long 
list  of  prominent  members,  is  the  Cana- 
dian Camp.  Its  object,  like  that  of  the 
Canadian  Club  in  New  York,  is  purely 
social,  its  purpose  being  to  create  a  feel- 
ing of  friendliness  between  sportsmen,  its 
only  requisition  being  that  a  member  must 
have  at  some  time  camped  in  Canada. 

The  idea  of  the  Camp  was  originated 
by  Dr.  Curtis  about  fourteen  years  ago, 
and  he  has  been  entirely  responsible  for 


its  success.  The  members  meet  onee  » 
year  at  a  large  banquet.  Speeches  are- 
made  on  all  subjects  of  interest  to  sports- 
men, such  as  forestry,  natural  history, 
and  travel,  by  men  who  know  their  sub- 
jects thoroughly.  Besides  this,  they  at- 
tempt to  have  an  unusual  menu  of  differ- 
ent kinds  of  vegetables  and  animal  flesh 
not  usually  found  in  our  markets,  so  as 
to  show  the  members  how  different  food 
may  be  prepared  so  that  in  case  of  short- 
age of  provisions  on  an  exploring  trip, 
they  could  make  the  most  of  what  they 
found  growing  in  the  neighborhood.  There 
are  quite  a  number  of  Canadian  members 
who  every  year  make  a  point  of  attend- 
ing the  dinner. 

'Tp  HERE  are  so  many  successful  Cana- 
-*■  dians  in  New  York  that  it  is  only 
possible  to  mention  a  few.  It  seems  as 
though  in  all  parts  of  the  world  Canada 
was  beginning  to  stand  for  success  whe- 
ther on  the  blood-stained  fields  of  Flan- 
ders, where  the  name  of  Canada  has  been 
spelled  in  blood  and  tears,  to  here  in  a 
neutral  land,  where,  whether  in  art  or 
literature,  business  or  politics,  medipine, 
or  any  other  profession,  those  from  Can- 
ada seem  to  win  through  to  achievement 
in  whatever  they  undertake  to  do.  There 
are  so  many  that  it  is  possible  in  this 
article  to  deal  only  with  one  class  of  suc- 
cessful Canadians;  and  it  has  been  elect- 
ed to  deal  with  those  who  have  made  head- 
way in  arts  and  letters. 

Consider  first  one  young  Canadian  wh« 
has  in  a  literal  sense  interpreted  New 
York  to  the  New  Yorkers.  As  0.  Henry 
has  done  for  Broadway,  so  has  Harvey 
O'Higgins  done  for  the  East  Side.  He 
has  depicted  largely  the  life  of  the  Irish 
who  have  settled  there.  He  has  done  it 
with  a  humor,  an  Irish  drollery,  and  a 
pathos  that  have  made  his  stories  a  per- 
manent contribution  to  the  literature  of 
"Gotham."  The  day  laborer,  the  night 
watchman,  the  mother  of  the  tenements. 


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the  little  servant,  they  are  all  here.  Mr. 
O'Hlggins  has  portrayed  them  all  with  an 
infinite  humor  and  tenderness  and  with 
a  realism  that  brings  both  a  laugh  and 
a  tear. 

HARVEY  O'HIGGINS  was  born  in 
London,  Ontario.  While  at  Toronto 
University  he  made  up  his  mind  to  be  a 
journalist,  so  he  devoted  most  of  his  time 
to  the  study  of  history  and  fiction.  To 
help  out  his  rather  meagre  resources,  he 
worked  as  a  purser  during  the  summer 
months  on  one  of  the  Niagara  River  Lme 
steamboats. 

His  first  journalistic  work  was  done  for 
the  Toronto  Star  as  a  reporter,  and  during 
this  time  he  did  some  work  that  received 
recognition.  But,  not  satisfied  with  the 
prospects  ahead  of  him,  he  threw  up  this 
position  to  go  to  New  York,  his  mind 
filled  with  dreams  of  what  he  would  ac- 
complish there. 

It  took  six  years  of  hard  work.  From 
space  writing  for  Sunday  papers  at  from 
five  to  ten  dollars  a  column,  he  went  into 
more  active  newspaper  work,  doing  spe- 
cial assignments  as  an  interviewer  and 
as  a  telegraph  editor. 

"I  wrote  up  everything  from  Chinatown 
to  Harlem,  and  then  I  went  on  the  tele- 
graph desk  of  a  daily  till  I  had  some  words 
with  the  editor  and  he  told  me  that  I 
couldn't  write  English,  and  so  I  went  back 
to  newspaper  work,"  relates  Mr.  O'Hig- 
gins.  And  all  the  while  he  was  sending  in 
stories  to  the  magazines,  refusing  to  be 
discouraged  by  rejections.  At  length  he 
wrote  a  prize  story  for  Collier's  Weekly, 
for  which  he  received  twelve  hundred  dol- 
lars. About  this  time  he  was  doing  stories 
of  the  New  York  Fire  Brigade,  which 
later  were  published  in  book  form  as  "The 
Smoke  Eaters." 

Mr.  O'Higgins  tells  an  amusing  incident 
about  this  series  of  stories.  He  had  a  fire- 
man friend  in  the  Greenwich  Village  dis- 


trict, and  he  would  go  in  to  see 
him.  One  of  the  men  in  this 
fire  department  remarked  to 
his  friend  that  he  didn't  think 
much  of  Mr.  O'Higgins' 
stories. 

"They're  not  literature,"  he 
said.  "It's  what  any  fireman 
knows.  That  book  wasn't  writ- 
ten by  an  author.  Some  fire- 
man wrote  it." 

It  is  interesting  to  know 
that  during  these  days,  Har- 
vey O'Higgins,  Arthur  Strin- 
ger, and  Arthur  MacFarlane 
shared  a  flat  together  in 
Greenwich  Village,  and  to- 
gether these  three  young 
Canadians  dreamed,  worked 
and  struggled  towards  '  re- 
cognition and  success.  And 
now  that  success  has  come  to 
all  of  them,  they  are  still 
friends,  with  a  friendship 
born    of    the    struggle. 


Arthur  Stringer  who  carved  out  a  career 
in  New  York  but  some  years  ago  moved 
back  to  hia  native  town  of  Chatham,  Ont. 


Arthur  E.  McFarlane, 
Canadian  author,  who 
makes  his  headquarters 
in  New  York,  but  is  at 
present  living  in  the  West 

O'Higgins'  first  novel, 
"Don  o'  Dreams,"  was  finish- 
ed before  he  commenced  to 
write  Irish  stories  of  which, 
by  the  way,  he  has  written 
over  a  hundred.  Among  his 
most  succossfu'l  plays  are, 
"The  Argyle  Case,"  "the  Dum- 
my,"   and    "Polygammy." 

ihe  New  York  papers  pro- 
claim Mr.  O'Higgins  as  "the 
one  man  who  can  write  Irish 
stories." 

ANOTHER  interesting 
Canadian  and  one  who 
has  been  unusually  successful 
at  a  very  early  age,  is  Arthur 
William  Brown,  whose  illus- 
trations are  to  be  found  in  any 
of  the  best  current  magazines. 
Born  in  Hamilton,  his  great 


Harvey  O'Higgins,  a  Cana- 
dian who  interprets  New 
York   to  the  New   Yorkers. 

desire  was  always  to  go  to  a  large  city 
where  there  would  be  scope  to  realize  his 
ambitions.  His  insistent  thought  was 
that  as  soon  as  he  had  four  hundred  dol- 
lars he  would  go  to  New  York,  and  this 
wish  being  at  length  gratified,  he  went; 
and  duly  started  work  at  the  Art  Stud- 
ents' League. 

But  studying  at  the  League  was  a  slow 
process  on  the  road  to  success,  and  Mr 
Brown  evolved  the  enterprising  idea  of 
going  on  the  road  with  Barnum  and  Bai- 
ley's Circus,  to  do  sketches  of  circus  life 
The  originality  of  starting  a  career  witV 
a  traveling  circus  appeals  so  much  to  th« 
imagination  that  you  feel  that  the  mar 
who  carried  it  through  will  undoubtedly 
have  succeeded.  Slivers,  the  clown,  wh( 
killed  himself  so  tragically  about  a  yeai 
ago,  was  the  clown  of  Barnum  and  Bai 
ley's  at  the  time,  and  Mr.  Brown,  who  say; 
he  found  him  an  interesting  and  unusua 
character,  would  often  assist  him  in  th< 
ring,  taking  the  part  of  a  clown  himseli 
At  the  time  he  looked  upon  his  circus  ex 
periences  in  the  light  of  a  joke,  but  it  wa 
the  first  step  towards  success  for  hi 
sketches,  which  he  sold  to  the  Satnirda; 
Eveninr/  Post,  brought  him  recognitior 
But.  even  so,  it  was  a  struggle,  and  fo 
some  years  Mr.  Brown  was  glad  to  hav 
the  opportunity  of  doing  trifling  work  o 
any  description  for  the  magazines. 

Arthur  William  Brown  is  now  one  of 
notable  group  of  illustrators  which  als 
includes  F.  R.  Gruger,  Wallace  Morga 
and  Henry  Raleigh.  Like  all  in  thi 
group,  his  idea  of  illustrating  it  t 
bring  the  personality  into  the  picturi 
His  people  are  alive  and  vital,  the  peopl 
you  know,  the  people  you  see  ever' 
day.  He  has  a  special  fondness  for  doin 
young  girl  and  boy  illustrations  at  tl 
falling-in-love  stage.  His  illustrations  fc 
Booth  Tarkington's  "Seventeen,"  are,  Ij 


M  A  C  J,  E  A  N  '  y     iVl  A  C  A  Z  T  N  K 


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considers  his  best  work  to  date.  He  is 
perhaps  best  known  for  his  baseball  pic- 
tui-e?.  many  of  which  have  appeared  in 
the  Saturday  Evening  Post.  To  do  these. 
Mr.  Brown  does  not  sit  in  his  studio  and 
draw  what  he  fancies  will  delineate  what 
he  desires  to  express.  Instead,  he  either 
sroes  to  the  spring  training  camp  or 
travels  with  one  of  the  major  league 
teams.  There  he  gets  the  expression, 
the  living  personality,  the  real  spirit 
of  baseball ;  and  that  is  why  his  people 
live  and  are  not  dead  clay  —  puppets 
that  the  author  pulls  about  by  wire. 
Mr.  Brovrn's  illustrations  could  of  them- 
selves tell  the  story  without  the  need  of 
an  author  at  all. 

Mr.  Brown  is  the  youngest  of  this  group 
of  illustrators  and  with  a  vivid  person- 
ality and  a  large  amount  of  energy,  he 
will  unquestionably  go  far  on  the  road  to 
his  ambitions. 

A  RTHUR  CRISP,  the  mural  artist,  is 
-^*-  another  Canadian  who  has  accom- 
plished much  by  continuous  hard  work. 
Work,  he  says,  has  been  the.  dominant 
thing  in  his  life. 

He  met  with  an  accident  when  very 
young,  and  most  of  his  boyhood  was  spent 
as  an  invalid.  Consequently,  his  parents 
thought  that  he  would  never  be  able  to 
stand  the  hard  work  of  an  office  day  by 
day,  and  so  they  began  to  think  of  some- 
thing easier,  some  less  laborious  work  for 
him  to  do.  So  one  day  seeing  him  busily 
at  work  drawing  pictures,  they  decided 
that  the  problem  was  solved.  He  would 
be  an  artist! 

"They  could  not  very  well  have  thought 
of  anything  that  entailed  more  hard 
work,"  says  Mr.  Crisp  now,  "especially 
as  mural  decoration  was  the  form  that 
appealed  to  me.  When  executing  a  large 
canvas,  I  am  like  a  day  laborer,  running 
up  and  down  ladders  all  the  time." 

Arthur  Crisp  went  to  New  York  when 
he  was  nineteen.  He  worked  in  the  office 
of  the  Art  Students'  League  at  night  and 
attended  the^lasses  during  the  day.  After 
a  year  and  a  half  he  left  the  League  and 
did  not  attend  any  school  after.  For  a 
time  he  designed  book  plates  at  his  stu- 
dio on  Fifth  Avenue.  Then  he  did  deco- 
rative pen  drawings,  magazine  covers,  and 
so  on,  step  by  step,  until  he  finally  reached 
the  goal  of  his  ambition,  mural  painting, 
the  oldest  art,  and,  in  his  opinion,  the 
highest.  He  got  his  first  opportunity  in 
this  line  from  David  Belasco,  who  com- 
I  missioned  him  to  paint  seven  mural  pa- 
nels for  the  Belasco  Theatre,  covering  a 
space  of  one  thousand  square  feet.   It  was 


Arthur  Crisp  and  a  mural  panel 
that     shows     him     at     his     best. 

while  executing  this  tremendous  piece  of 
work,  he  says,  that  he  really  learned  to 
paint. 

"Mr.  Belasco  didn't  know  that  I  had 
never  done  any  mural  decoration  before," 
laughed  Mr.  Crisp.  "But  you  can  do  any- 
thing if  you  have  to,  and  those  panels  are 
among  the  most  successful  I  have  ever 
painted." 

Any  man  with  ideas  and  ambitions  such 
as  these  is  sure  to  be  successful,  so  it  is 
with  no  surprise  that  one  learns  he  has 
won  a  medal  for  a  portrait  of  the  Pan 
Pacific  Exposition,  and  the  first  Hall- 
garten  prize  at  the  National  Academy,  as 
well  as  the  collaboration  prize  at  the 
Architectural  League.  He  has  three  of 
his  panels  in  the  Robert  Treat  Hotel  in 
Newark,  New  Jersey,  and  is  at  present 
working  on   another  for  the  same  hotel, 


Francis  G.   Wickware. 


besides  doing  a  large  panel  for  a  private 
house. 

Although  his  success  has  come  to  him 
young,  Mr.  Crisp  has  not  arrived  where 
he  is  without  hard  times.  He  says  it 
makes  him  smile  to  read  of  the  Chicago 
Board  of  Health  planning  how  it  is  pos- 
sible to  feed  a  person  on  forty  cents  a 
day.  Two  dollars  a  week  was  his  average 
allowance  for  food  when  he  first  came  to 
New  \ork,  and  he  says  he  has  never  en- 
joyed life  more  than  when  living  with 
five  or  six  other  artists  equally  poverty- 
stricken.  They  were  all  struggling  to  get 
on,  not  caring  how  little  they  had  nor 
what  they  went  without. 

'T*  O  be  an  editor  and  a  publisher  at  the 
■*■  age  of  thirty-three,  appears  to  be 
something  of  an  achievement,  especially 
when  it  is  attended  with  such  success  as 
in  the  case  of  Francis  G.  Wickware,  the 
editor  of  the  American  Year  Book. 

Mr.  Wickware  seems  to  have  all  the 
necessary  requisites  for  a  career — an  in- 
defatigable spirit  for  work,  a  quiet 
strength,  and  a  capability  for  sustained 
thought  and  effort  being  among  his  chief 
characteristics,  as  his  article  published 
in  the  American  Year  Book  of  1915  is 
proof  of. 

This  article  concerns  the  history  "of 
the  reactions  of  the  Euroi>ean  war  in 
America,"  and  is  an  intensely  interesting 
treatise  on  trade  conditions  and  interna- 
tional law.  It  touches  also  on  the  Ameri- 
can notes  regarding  the  outrages  on 
American  shipping,  and  in  fact  deals  with 
everything  that  has  affected  America  dur- 
ing the  period  of  the  war. 

Mr.  Wickware  was  born  near  Smith's 
Falls,  Ontario.  He  graduated  at  McGill, 
and  there  took  his  degree,  at  present  be- 
ing President  of  the  McGill  Society  in 
New  York,  spending  a  large  portion  of 
his  time  seeking  out  the  McGill  students 
who  come  to  New  York.  After  a  course 
in  Mining  Engineering,  in  which  he  led 
his  class,  he  was  appointed  to  the  Dawson 
Fellowship  in  Mining,  and  became  an  in- 
structor in  both  engineering  and  English, 
while  during  the  summers  he  undertook 
some  surveying  and  railroad  work  in  Bri- 
tish Columbia. 

But  before  he  had  served  the  full  year 
of  the  Fellowship,  and  at  the  age  of  twen- 
ty-three, he  was  offered  the  associate  edi- 
torship of  the  leading  engineering  month- 
ly of  both  New  York  and  London.  Leav- 
ing college  to  become  an  editor  seems  so 
unusual  as  to  be  almost  unheard  of.  Suc- 
Continued  on  page  93. 


Jordan  is  a  Hard  Road 

Concluding  Instalment  of  this  Strong  and  Stirring  Serial 

By  Sir  Gilbert  Parker 

Author  of  "The   Weavers,"   The  Right  of  Way."    "The  Money  Master,"  etc. 


CHAPTER  IX. 

NATURE  HAS  HER  SAY. 

BRIBERY  answering  blackmail  is 
not  the  highest  form  of  diplomacy, 
but  it  was  successful  in  the  case  of 
Robert  Simeon  Struthers.  who  sailed 
from  Vancouver  on  the  last  sea-voyage 
he  would  ever  make.  Minden  had  some 
heart-searching  as  to  the  propriety  of 
the  course  he  had  taken,  but  anything 
likely  to  injure  his  daughter  caused  him 
to  harden  his  heart.  To  make  her  happy 
was  an  obsession.  That  was  why  he 
focused  his  interest  upon  the  Sink-or- 
Swim  Mine.  Throu<>rh  it  she  could  be 
provided  with  an  "elegant"  husband  and 
a  fortune  also.  He  believed  in  the  mine 
now  even  more  fanatically  than  Sheldon. 
So  it  was  that  when  Sheldon  came  to  him 
in  great  anxiety,  because  of  injury  to  the 
mine  by  fire  and  the  break-down  in  ma- 
chinery, also  in  regard  to  costs  of  the  law 
suit  which,  though  he  had  won,  were 
heavy,  Minden  met  him  with  a  cheerful 
eye. 

"How  much  do  you  want?"  Minden  ask- 
ed him,  going  straight  to  the  heart  of  the 
business. 

Sheldon  hesitated  a  moment,  then  he 
said,  "I  don't  like  telling  you,  it  seems  such 
a  big  sum.  The  break-down  and  the  fire 
and  the  law  costs  will  eat  up  ten  thousand 
dollars,  but " 

He  paused.  There  was  something  on 
his  mind  and  he  hesitated  to  say  it. 

Minden  came  to  his  rescue.  "Well, 
what  is  it,  youngster?  Got  brain  conges- 
tion?   Out  with  it!    Don't  mind  me." 

The  young  man  pulled  himself  together 
and  returned  Minden's  look  firmly.  "Of 
course  I  ought  to  speak  out  frankly  to  you 
as  a  partner,  but  I  feel  you're  risking  so 
much  on  my " 

"I'm  risking  nothing  at  all,"  interjected 
Minden  with  a  chuckle.  "I  know  what  I'm 
doing'.  If  there's  one  dollar  in  that  mine 
there's  millions,  and  I  saw  from  the  start 
you'd  got  to  have  more  money.  There's 
nothing  in  working  a,  big  mine  penuri- 
ously.  On  your  present  plan  there's  a 
good  livin'  and  there's  twenty  per  cent,  or 
more  on  capital;  but  another  forty  thou- 
sand put  into  machinery,  development  and 
hands  'd  make  the  profits  three  hundred 
per  cent.  I  know  what  I'm  talking  about. 
You  want  ten  thousand  dollars  for  break- 
down and  the  law  costs.  Settled ;  you've 
got  it.  Then  there's  foity  thousand  dol- 
lars that's  wanted  for  development  be- 
fore we  float  the  Company  for  five  million 
dollars.  Settled;  you've  got  it — anyhow 
you'll  have  it  in  three  days." 

Sheldon  was  staggered.  When  he  could 
get  his  breath  he  said:  "It  doesn't  seem 
possible  you  mean  it — but  yes,  of  course, 
you  do.  You're  not  loaning  all  this  money 
to  the  mine  without  a  mortgage  on  my 
share?" 

"No  mortgage  if  I  know  it.  I  want  an- 
other quarter  of  the  mine;  then  you  and 
I'll  be  goin'  halves,  and  I'll  think  I  got  it 
cheap." 

Sheldon's  face  lighted.     "I'm  glad  you 


said  that,"  he  replied.  "By  rights  you 
ought  to  have  three-quarters  of  the  mine, 
because  I  mightn't  have  had  anything  out 
of  it,  if  it  wasn't  for  you.  I'm  mighty 
glad  you  can  do  it." 

Minden  nodded.  "So  am  I.  But  I  am 
saying  this  too,  son,  that  as  soon  as  this 
matter  is  fixed,  you're  goin'  to  have  ten 
thousand  a  year  for  managing  the  biz." 

SHELDON  made  a  protesting  gesture. 
"Oh,  I  don't  mind  that  for  the  pre- 
sent! When  I'm  married  though  I  want 
more  cash.  It  doesn't  cost  me  much  to 
live  now,  but  ten  thousand  dollars  a  year 
won't  be  too  much  then,  of  course." 

"Yes,  it  doesn't  cost  you  much  to  live 
now,"  remarked  Minden.  "As  near  as  I 
can  figure,  you  spend  'bout  as  much  as 
one  of  your  workmen ;  but  you've  got  to 
have  somthing  like  what  you're  worth 
when  you  get  married.  To  my  thinkin' 
you'll  have  fifty  times  what  you're  worth 
when  you're  married,  Sheldon,"  he  added 
meaningly. 

A  warm,  happy  look  crossed  over  Shel- 
don's face.  "Yes,  she's  worth  fifty  times 
what  I  am,  Mr.  Minden,"  he  replied. 

"You  don't  think  you'll  ever  repent 
marrying  a  girl  like  her,  seein'  what 
you've  come  from?"  Minden  asked,  his 
eyes  searching  the  other's  face  closely. 

Sheldon  laughed  happily.  "She's  a 
lady,  isn't  she?  Is  there  anything  the 
matter  with  her  manners?  When  the 
Governor's  wife  passed  through,  did  you 
see  any  difference  'twixt  her  and  Her  Ex- 
cellency?" 

Minden  chuckled.  "Goin'  just  as  easy 
with  Her  Excellency  as  with  me,"  he  an- 
swered— "talkin'  as  if  they  were  sisters." 

"Well,  that's  being  a  lady,"  answered 
Sheld'^n  decisively.  "What  more  do  you 
want?  I've  seen  a  shoemaker  as  well 
bred  as  any  royalty." 

"You    wouldn't   want    to    give    her   up 
,  then?"  asked  Minden  lightly,  but  with  an 
inquisitorial  look. 

"That's  what  I'm  always  afraid  of," 
arswered  Sheldon.  "I  don't  want  to  give 
her  up.  but  I  might  have  to  if  she  took  a 
fancy  to  someone  else." 

"Then  why  don't  you  marry  her  at 
once?"  queried  the  other. 

"Because  I  want  the  mine  to  be  steadied 
down  to  its  work  and  going  strong,  so  that 
she  won't  see  any  trouble  in  my  face  as 
there  was  in  it  to-day." 

Minden  smiled.  "That's  right,  son, ' 
that's  right;  you've  got  the  hang  of  the 
thing.  You  be  good  to  her  always  like 
that.  I  guess  you  can  get  your  marriage 
license  out.  With  the  fifty  thousand  dol- 
lars I'm  going  to  pay  for  another  quarto- 
share,  you  can  bet  that  mine'll  run  with, 
greased  wheels  —  like  a  enake  down  a 
.  hole." 

"Well,  I  think  you're  right,"  answered 
Sheldon. 

"Then  go  and  see  the  lady  and  fix  the 
day,"  urged  Minden,  "for  you  never  can 
tell  what'U  happen.  Better  take  things 
when  the  fit's  on.    I've  got  a  fit  on  for  the 


Sink-or-Swim,  and  you've  got  a  fit  on  for 
the  finest  girl  ever  was;  then  let's  a«» 
while  it's  on — while  it's  on." 

They  shook  hands  with  a  great  swing 
and  parted.  Minden  looked  after  the  ath- 
letic figure  with  pride  in  his  eyes.  "There's 
a  lot  in  good  blood,"  he  said.  "You  can 
breed  men  same  as  you  breed  animals." 

This  conversation  occurred  at  the  City 
Hall  within  the  Mayor's  office. 

A  S  MINDEN  stood  ruminating  on  the 
-^^  departure  of  Sheldon  upon  a  mission 
which  brought  back  vividly  the  boisterous 
joy  of  his  own  courtship  twenty-five  years 
before,  a  misshapen  figure  in  the  open 
doorway  of  the  room  disturbed  his  vision. 

"Well,  Kernaghan,  what  brings  you 
here?  Isn't  the  cheque  all  right?"  he  said, 
remarking  the  green-looking  paper  in 
Kernaghan's  hand.  He  saw  it  was  a 
cheque  he  had  given  Kernaghan  the  day 
before  for  some  casual  work. 

"Aw,  Mr.  Mayor,  sir,"  answered  Ker- 
naghan sadly,  "I  took  this  cheque  to  the 
bank,  an'  they  sez  to  me  this  morning,  'Put 
your  name  on  the  back  of  it,'  they  sez. 
'I'm  not  paid  for  doing  that,'  sez  I.  'Well, 
you'll  get  no  money  unless  you  do,'  sez 
they  to  me.  An'  there  I  stood  in  the  arly 
n:arnin'  with  my  strength  not  come  full, 
writin'  me  name  on  the  back  of  a  cheque. 
Then  what  d'ye  think  happened?  I  was 
just  passin'  it  in,  an'  they  was  countin'  out 
the  money  behind  the  bars  of  the  cage, 
where  they  kep  it,  when  in  comes  the 
\oung  Doctor,  and  what  d'ye  think  he 
said?  He  wasn't  lookin' very  well.  Shure, 
he  always  had  a  kind  word  for  me  no 
matter  what  time  o'  day  it  was,  but  in  he 
conies  an'  just  nods  to  me.  Then  he  goes 
to  the  counter.  'I  want  to  see  Mr.  Bris- 
tow'  he  sez — that's  the  Manager,  you 
know.  Just  then  Mr.  Bristow  comes  into 
the  cage  behin'  the  bars.  'Good  morning,' 
he  sez  to  the  Young  Doctor.  'Good  morn- 
ing, Bristow,'  sez  he.  'Here's  a  pretty  baa 
business,'  sez  he.  '  What's  that?'  sez  Mr. 
Bri.-tov/  with  a  sharp  look.  'Prince's 
Bank  is  gone,'  sez  the  Young  Doctor.  'It 
closed  it's  doors  this  marnin'.  I  have  a 
telegram.  Ten  cents  on  tbe  d/ollar  I 
s'posc,'  sez  he;  'an'  I  had  five  thousand 
dollars  in  it?" 

AT  THE  name  of  the  bank,  Mindeu 
paled,  and  a  sort  of  film  came  over 
his  eyes.  His  hand  had  been  in  his  beard 
as  he  listened  to  Kernaghan,  and  at  th>i 
mention  of  the  bank-catastrophe  the  fin- 
gers clutched  the  beard  so  (hat  his  lower 
lip  was  dragged  into  an  involuntary 
grimace  of  torture.  That  was  all.  He 
stood  rigid  and  dazed. 

"Prince's  Bank!  Prince's  Bank — art 
you  sure  that's  what  the  Young  Doctor 
said?"  he  asked  huskily. 

"Aw,  it's  Prince's  Bank  in  Winnipeg, 
all  right,"  answered  Kernaghan.  "There's 
no  mistake  about  that.  It's  the  same  that's 
on  this  cheque  you  give  me  yisterday.  Am 
I  to  be  losin'  it,  Mr.  Minden?  Is  it  that 
Continued  on  page  94. 


She  Was  a  Peach ! 


By  Hopkins  Moorhouse 

Who   wrote   "The   Centre  of  Gravity,"  "What 
the  Gods  Send,"  etc. 


Illustrated  by 
Ben   Ward 


WITH  complete  dissatisfaction  Mr. 
Arbuthnot  Shoebottom  eyed  the 
gnawed  bones  that  littered  the 
little  square  of  sawdust  in  which  he  squat- 
ted. There  was  also  a  sprinkling  of  peanut 
shells  a  few  peach-stones  and  a  banana- 
skin  which  a  small  boy  had  insisted  on 
dropping  into  the  cage. 

Mr.  Shoebottom'.s"  eyes  smouldered  as 
he  looked  upon  the  long  toe-nails  of  his 
two  bare  feet,  upon  his  brown  hairy 
shanks,  upon  the  girdle  of  leopard-skin 
and  the  black  matted  hair  of  his  chest 
and  arms.  In  the  little  hand  mirror,  hang- 
ing directly  in  front  of  him,  he  could  get 
a  glimpse  of  a  great  shock  of  long  coarse 
black  hair  that  cascaded  about  his  head, 
of  two  eyes  gleaming  through  it,  of  a  big 
brown  nose  protruding  and  a  wide  mouth 
that  just  now  was  grimly  shut. 

Mouth,  nose,  eyes — these  were  genuine 
Shoebottom  property  while  the  black 
matted  hair  grew  amid  the  pores  of  Mr. 
Shoebottom's  skin  and  was  accordingly 
genuine;  the  shanks — and  the  hair  upon 
them — were  likewise  genuine,  Mr.  Shoe- 
bottom  having  used  them  for  walking 
purposes  ever  since  he  was  fourteen 
months  old.  But  the  great  shock  of  long 
coarse,  black  hair  had  once  switched  flies 
from  the  flanks  of  an  old  nag  while  the 
brown  tint  of  all  the  human  cuticle  in 
sight  had  come  out  of  a  can  of  walnut 
stain  I 

For  the  small  sum  of  ten  cents,  one 
dime,  you  could  have  mounted  the  plank 
platform,  walked  over  to  the  square 
wooden  box  arrangement  covered  with 
red  bunting,  and  through  the  meshes  of 
the  wire  cage  that  projected  above  it  you 
could  have  convinced  yourself  that  Mr. 
Arbuthnot  Shoebottom  was  from  the 
jungles  of  the  Phillipines  and  was  wild! 
Only  you  wouldn't  have  known  that  his 
name  was  Shoebottom  nor  would  you  ac- 
tually have  seen  him  "eat  'em  alive!" 

D  UT  it  was  not  the  knowledge  that  he 
^-'  was  a  huri!bug  which  bothered  Mr. 
Shoebottom.  Nor  was  his  discontent 
born  of  the  fear  that  his  salary  would 
not  be  forthcoming;  "Old  Boy  Week"  in 
Ontarioville  was  proving  quite  a  wind- 
fall for  most  of  the  show  people  who  had 
transferred  their  tents  and  paraphernalia 
at  the  close  of  the  neighboring  county 
fair.  No.  But  it  was  the  first  time  neces- 
sity had  driven  Mr.  Shoebottom  to  link 
up  with  "a  bunch  of  pikers!" 

Just  that- — the  whole  caboodle  from  the 
animal  circus  gang  right  down  to  "Papita, 
Queen  of  the  Gipsies,"  who  told  fortunes 
and  financed  all  the  fake  gambling  games 
on  the  grounds.  The  way  things  were 
conducted  jarred  upon  Mr.  Shoeljottom's 
delicate  sense  of  the  artistic;  the  crowd 
wasn't  given  a  run  for  its  money.  As  for 
Nelles,  his  own  boss, — he  had  as  much 
business  brains  as  a  bug  and  there  were 
fresh  scratches  on  Mr.  Shoebottom's  bare 
shoulder  where  the  rummy  had  really 
punched  him  with  the  steel  prongs  fixed 
to  the  stock  of  the  whip !  The  way  the 
"Buried  Alive!"  show  quit  had  put  the 
finishing  touch  to  Mr.  Shoebottom's  con- 


tempt for  his  present  asso- 
ciates;  instead   of  getting 
busy,  Williams,  the  "bark- 
er," had  contented  himself 
with  trying  to  sell  tickets 
by  pointing  to  the  banner 
that  topped  the  tent,  with 
the  result  that  the  public 
didn't   seem   to   care   whe- 
ther the  "Professor"  stay- 
ed buried  under  six  feet  of 
earth     without     food     or 
drink  till  Judgment  Day. 
When    Mr.   Shoebot- 
tom thought  of  the 
possibilities    if   that 
show    was    handled 
right — !      Decidedly 
this    atmosphere    of 
dimes   and    dirty 
collars    was    no 
place  for  him! 

Mr.  Shoebottom 
might  have   kept 
right    on    till    he 
had    developed    a 
bad  case  of  the  re- 
veries   if    Nelles 
hadn't      mounted 
the  "ballyhoo"'out 
front   and    be- 
gan to  beat  a 
brass  gong.    It 
was    time    for 
the     first 
"spiel"  of  the 
afternoon    and 
wandering 
sightseers 
were     begin- 
ning to  thicken 
to  some  semb- 
lance    of    a 
crowd.        Mr.    ' 
Shoebot- 
tom tossed 
away   the   end 
of    his    cigar- 
ette  and    list- 
ened to  Nelles 
clumsily 
launching  into 
his  harajigue. 

"If  this  wi- 
uld  and  savage 
c  r  ea-c  h  u  r  e 
ever   escaped," 

concluded  the  showman,  "there  would 
be  no  hope — no-o  hope  for  any  poor 
mortal  who  crossed  his  path!  Ig-a-loo, 
the  Wild  Man  of  the  Jungles,  would  tear 
'em  limb  from  limb,  just  as  rep-re-sented 
in  the  picture  before  you !" 

With  his  whip  he  slapped  the  canvas 
spread,  lurid  with  paint.  It  was  the  sig- 
nal for  Mr.  Shoebottom  to  leap  to  the  top 
of  the  cage,  clinging  to  the  heavy  wire 
meshes  and  shaking  the  strticture  till  it 
rocked. 

"Down,  sir!  Down"  thundered  Nelles, 
drawing  his  revolver  and  running  over 
to  the  cage  with  raised  whip. 

A  sharp  prod  with  the  prongs  in  the 
stock   of   the    whip   warned    Mr.    Shoe- 


8E  N      IA/AT5  D 


Mr.  Shoebottom  was  primaciriii    into    the   little 
mirror   and   twisting   i  t   about   in    his    hands. 


bottom  that  he  was  clinging  Jonger  than 
usual.  He  dropped  back  out  of  sight  with 
a  snarl.  He  had  been  staring  at  a  girl  in 
a  red  tam-o'-shanter  who  stood  in  the 
front  row,  holding  timidly  to  the  arm  of  a 
big,  young  man.  The  latter  was  looking 
at  her  with  a  questioning  grin. 

"Gee,  she's  a  peach!"  muttered  Mr. 
Shoebottom. 

"Step  right  up,  ladies  and  gentlemen. 
Only  a  dime.  Better  take  off  that  red 
hat.  lady,"  Nelles  cautioned.  "He's  aw- 
fully fond  o'  bright  colors— might  try  to 
snatch  it,  y'understand." 

The  two  stool-pigeons  who  were  paid 
$1.25  per  day  for  leading  the  "rush"  for 
tickets  at  the  end  of  every  "spiel"  were 


Cop.vrighted  in  United  States  and  Great   Britain.     All    nights   Reseryed. 


:w 


M  A  C  J.  E  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


already  at  the  cage,  pointing  into  it  with 
delight  and  wonder.  When  the  girl 
peeped  cautiously  over  the  edge,  clutch- 
ing the  lapel  of  her  escort's  coat,  Mr. 
Shoebottom  was  grimacing  into  the  little 
mirror  and  twisting  it  about  in  his  hands. 

"Some  class  all  right!"  murmured  Mr. 
Shoebottom  under  his  breath.  "A  queen 
for  fair!  Clean,  strong  guy  she's  with, 
too;  looks  like  an  easy  mark,  but  Lord 
help  the  markers  if  he  found  out!"  He 
caught  sight  of  the  gold  band  on  the 
third  finger  of  her  left  hand. 

"Married!"  grunted  Mr.  Shoebottom 
to  himself.  He  threw  the  little  mirror 
into  the  sawdust  and,  grabbing  the  chain 
with  which  he  was  fastened,  pulled  at  it 
till  the  great  muscles  on  his  shoulders 
bulged  to  thrilling  proportions. 

"Oh  Joe,  look — the  poor  thing!  I  just 
think  it's  a  shame  to  abuse  a  poor  wild 
creature  like  that!  Look  at  those 
scratches!"  Her  cheeks  flushed  with  ex- 
citement. "The  man  said  he  liked  bright 
colors  and  I'm  going  to  give  him  my 
tam." 

She  stuffed  it  through  the  cage  as  she 
spoke  and  the  "poor  thing"  reached  for 
it  with  a  gibber  of  delight.  He  caught  a 
glimpse  of  her  eyes,  swimming  with  tears 
of  pity,  before  her  husband  pulled  her 
hastily  away. 

"Gee,  she's  a  peach!"  muttered  Mr. 
Shoebottom  wistfully. 

AND  then  right  on  top  of  that  there 
was  a  shuffle  of  feet  and  three  faces 
grinned  down  into  the  cage.  One  be- 
longed to  Nelles;  one  to  Williams,  erst- 
while "barker"  for  the  defunct  "Buried 
Alive"  show;  one  to  "Professor"  Smith 
himself.  The  three  faces  were  promptly 
withdrawn. 

"What  d'yuh  know  'bout  that!"  gasped 
Nelles. 

"Quick!"  growled  Williams.  "Pipe  the 
gink's  phiz  so  yuh'll  know  'm.  That's 
the  yap  we  got  a  string  on.  Fi'  thousand 
cold  an'  you're  in  on  it,  Nel.  See  yuh 
later  an'  put  yuh  wise.  Some  pickin's, 
believe  muh!" 

Mr.  Shoebottom  listened,  his  jaw  sag- 
ging. He  leaped  to  the  top  of  the  cage 
and  shook  it  wrathfully.  He  saw  the 
?irl  and  the  big  young  man  wending  their 
way  towards  the  animal  circus.    Williams 


and  the  "Professor"  were  descending  the 
steps  out  front  and  Nelles  was  beginning 
his  "spiel"  once  more. 

II. 

r\  NTARIOVILLE  usually  put  out  the 
^-^  cat  and  crawled  between  the  covers 
not  later  than  ten  o'clock.  After  that 
hour  it  did  not  take  the  showgrounds  long 
to  become  deserted;  by  midnight  the 
flaring  gasoline  torches  had  gone  out, 
tent-flaps  were  dropped  and  guy-ropes 
tightened,  only  the  litter  of  paper  bags 
remaining  as  souvenirs  of  the  departed 
crowd.  Here  and  there  dull  dots  of  lan- 
tern light  glowed  through  the  canvas  of 
the  smaller  living  tents  at  the  rear  and 
presently  most  of  these  faded  out.  Only 
a  heavy-eyed  watchman  or  two  prowled 
about  half-heartedly,  frequently  yawn- 
ing. 

The  hour  was  propitious  for  little 
games  of  poker — and  the  hatching  of 
mischief.  There  were  no  playing-cards 
or  chips  spread  on  top  of  the  pine  box 
around  which  the  three  men  sat  in  "Pro- 
fessor" Smith's  tent ;  the  space  was  occu- 
pied by  a  couple  of  whisky  bottles,  a 
siphon  of  soda,  glasses  and  a  box  of 
twenty-five  cent  cigars. 

Even  so.  For  it  must  be  said  that, 
when  the  eminent  Ontarioville  barrister, 
Mr.  J.  Cronyn  Fennel,  city  father  and 
petty  grafter,  set  out  to  do  a  thing  he  did 
it  with  a  fine  appreciation  of  the  psychol- 
ogical importance  of  frills.  The  grandest 
residence  in  the  "South  End,"  the  fattest 
bank  account,  the  strongest  political  pull 
— these  are  things  compatible  with  twen- 
ty-five-cent cigars;  besides,  Mr.  Fennel 
had  long  ago  discovered  that  cats'-paws 
work  better  when  well  buttered. 

The  chestnuts  the  eminent  gentleman 
was  after  just  now  belonged  rightfully 
to  Joseph  Crawford,  a  young  farmer 
from  the  neighboring  county,  whose 
mother  owned  a  very  desirable  factory 
site  in  Ontarioville — a  piece  of  property 
against  which  Fennel  held  a  mortgage 
for  $5,000.  falling  due  within  a  week.  In 
view  of  the  fact  that  J.  Cronyn  Fennel 
had  drummed  up  a  chance  to  sell  the 
property  for  a  good  round  sum  to  the 
Dolliver-Grant  Manufacturing  Company, 
of  Boston,  it  was  unfortunate  that  Joseph 
Crawford  had  been  carefully  saving  up 
his  money  to  lift  the  mortgage  as  a  pres- 
ent to  the  old  lady  when  it  fell  due  on  her 
birthday.  Fennel  had  been  too  much  sur- 
prised at  this  unexpected  news  to  think 
clearly  until  with  equal  unexpectedness 
he  had  run  across  an  old  political  Wnch- 

man     in     t  h  e^^ 
tru  stworthjjj^ 


person      of"' 
"Bat"  Smith- 
otherwise  Pro- 
fessor Smith — 


Under  the  stimulation  of  this  meeting 
and  a  few  drinks  it  was  easy  to  see  that 
if  Joseph  Crawford  was  parted  from  his 
five  thousand  dollars  there  would  be 
nothing  to  prevent  the  foreclosure  of  the 
mortgage  and  the  consummation  of  the 
deal  with  the  Boston  people. 

Supposing  that  Mr.  Smith  and  a  couple 
of  trusty  friends  had  an  option  on  some 
vacant  property  that  Fennel  owned;  that 
Mr.  Smith  had  a  nephew  who  was  private 
secretary  to  Mr.  Dolliver,  of  Boston,  and 
had  received  inside  information  that  the 
Dolliver-Grant  Company  was  going  to 
locate  its  factory  on  the  aforesaid  Fennel 
property^supposing  these  things,  would 
it  not  be  possibje  to  form  a  little  syndicate 
to  buy  the  Fennel  property  and  hold  up 
the  factory  people'  for  a  stiff  sum? 
Wouldn't  it  be  a  splendid  opportunity 
for  a  local  man  with  some  ready  money 
to  make  a  quick  turn-over?  It  was  easy 
to  see  that  such  a  frame-up  would  divert 
suspicion  from  J.  Cronyn  Fennel.  And 
thi.s  was  the  scheme,  hatched  in  the  wily 
Fennel  brain  that  the  three  of  them 
around  the  pine  box — Smith,  Williams 
and  Nelles — were  discussing. 

"  Tp  HE  slick  part  of  the  thing,"  en- 
-^  thused  Williams,  who  undertook 
to  explain  the  deal  to  Nelles,  "is  that 
Punkin-Seed  hands  over  his  fi'  thousand 
to  a  gazabo  he's  acquainted  with  down  in 
Fennel's  office.  He  puts  up  the  cein  in — 
in  his  crow,  an' — " 
"In  his  wha— at?" 

"In  escrow,  you  poor  boob!"  ssowled 
Professor  Bat  Smith,  helping  himself  t» 
his  fifth  drink. 

"I  knowed  it  was  somethin'  like  that. 
It's  law  lingo,  Nel.,  meanin'  sort  o'  stake- 
holder, y'understand." 

"I'm  having  some  cards  printed  for 
you,  Nelles,"  nodded  the  Professor. 
"You'll  meet  Crawford  Monday  night  and 
as  manager  of  the  Boston  firm,  «11  you 
got  to  do  is  to  say  you've  decided  to  buy 
from  us  and  are  ready  to  hand  over  a 
check  to  our  syndicate  on  the  spot.  That 
releases  Crawford's  coin  an' — we  flit." 

"We're  goin'  after  this  here  sucker 
right,"  added  Williams.  "He  was  doin' 
the  whole  works  here  to-day.  Him  an' 
his  girl  had  their  fortunes  told  over  in 
Papita's  tent  an'  yuh  know  'bout  how 
ready  these  yaps  is  to  believe  in  that  kind 
o'  thing.  Papita  told  'em  they  was  due 
to  run  up  against  a  bunch  o'  luck  within 
twenty-four  hours — said  it  looked  like  a 
real-estate  deal  to  her.  She  advised  'em 
strong.  I  promised  Pap  a  hundred  if  she 
done  it  right." 

"Crawford's  hangin'  out  with  the  old 
woman  at  356  Oxford  St.,"  supplemented 
the  Professor  with  the  air  of  a  man  who 
prides  himself  on  detail.     "We  got  prop- 
erly   introduced    an'   laid    our   lines    this 
afternoon.  He's  keen 
for  it  an'  his  money'll 
be     posted     in     the 
m  o  r  n  i  n  g."         H  e 
yawned. 

Very  cautiously 
Mr.  Arbuthnot  Shoe- 
bottom  backed  out 
beneath  the  bottom 
of  the  tent.  The  dis- 
used coffin-box.  in 
which  the  Professor  . 
had  been  buried  alive 
for  such  a  short  and 
unprofitable  time, 
was  between  Mr. 
Shoebottom    and   the 


"We're  goin'  after  this 
here  sucker  right,"  ad- 
ded WiUiams. 


M   \CJ.  E  AN'S     M  A(iA  Z  1  N 


S7 


group  near  the 
tent-pole;  it 
had  afforded 
splendid  c  o  n- 
cealment  while 
he  listened  to 
the  confab  and 
now  it  com- 
pletely protect- 
ed his  noiseless 
retreat. 

For,  although 
he  was  more  or 
less  of  a  hum- 
bug, Mr.  Shoe- 
bottom  didn't 
belong  among 
"pikers"  like 
these.  He  knew 
his  duty.  Any- 
way, she  was  a 
"veach." 

BUT  his  plans 
for  s  t  o  p- 
ping  the  vil- 
lainy  that    was 

afoot  were  com- 
pletely       upset 

next  day.       He 

was  in  his  cage, 

waiting  for  the 

opening    of    the 

afternoon      ses- 

s  i  o  n,      when 

Nelles    mounted 

the  staging,  ac- 
companied     by 

McNulty,       one 

of     the     animal 

circus      men. 

With      sudden 

misgiving      Mr. 

Shoebot- 

tom   noted   that 

Nelles  has  don- 
ned     a      brand 

new       suit       of 

clothes       which 

might      readily 

have  been  worn 

by  the  manager 

of      a      concern 

like    the    Dolli- 

ver-Grant   Man- 

ufacturing 
C  o  m  p  a  ny,    o  f 

Boston. 
"Coin'      to 

look  over  the 
town  with  some 
friends    this    af, 

Shoebottom,"he 

announced       as 

!ic   pair  reached   the  cage.     "Mac   here 

A  ill  be  ready  to  do  the  spiel  in  a  few 

ninutes  an'   you  help  him   all   you   can. 

Here's  your  salary  to  date  an'  there's 
an  extra  'V  in  it  fer  yuh  if  yuh  do 
real  good  this  p.x.  Looks  like  pickin'? 
to-day." 

Mr.  Shoebottom  merely  nodded  as  he 
stow6d  his  salary  inside  the  tight-fitting 
trunks  beneath  the  leopard-skin  girdle. 
"Seems  there  was  a  reporter  took  my 
spiel  yesterday  down  in  shorthand," 
grinned  Nelles  amiably.  "Son-of-a-gun 
made  quite  a  yarn  of  it — 'bout  you  bein' 
some  dangerous  if  yuh  ever  got  loose  an' 
so  on.  Good  business,  eh?  You're  doin' 
well,  Ig.  Eat  'em  up!  Horrify  'em! 
S'long." 

Nelles  and  McNulty  had  no  sooner 
withdrawn  than  Mr.  Shoebottom  began 
to  do  some  rapid  thinking  and  it  may  be 
recorded  at  once  that  the  Shoebottom 
thinker  at  full  speed  could  travel  fast. 
The  fact  of  the  matter  was  that  he  had 


He    swung    at    anchor.       His    long 
legs  wobbled.     He  was  scared  dumb. 

been  figuring  he  had  until  Monday  to 
perfect  his  plans,  as  yet  but  half  formed. 
Apparently  the  three  conspirators  had 
found  the  plum  so  ripe  they  had  decided 
to  pluck  it  and  partake  of  the  fruit  with- 
out waiting  over  the  week-end  and  run- 
ning unnecessary  chances. 

Cautiously  "Ig-a-loo,  the  Wild  Man  of 
The  Jungles."  raised  himself  till  he  could 
.sweep  a  hurried  glance  over  the  grounds. 
A  big  blue  automobile  was  standing  at . 
the  far  end  of  the  Midway  and  Nelles 
was  walking  briskly  towards  it.  There 
was  no  mistaking  the  two  waiting  occu- 
pants; the  Professor  was  in  the  driver's 
seat  and  Williams  was  lounging  in  the 
tonneau,  smoking  a  cigar  and  laughing. 
There  was  an  insolent  cock-sureness  in 
the  fellow's  attitude  that  made  Mr.  Shoe- 
bottom  grit  his  teeth. 

I_r  E  dropped  back  onto  his  feet,  his 
*  *-  mind  made  up.  Unless  something 
were  done  at  once  to  prevent  the  appoint- 


ment with 
Crawford  the 
deal  would  be 
consummat- 
ed and  the 
young  farmer 
would  not  wake 
up  till  Monday 
to  the  fact  that 
he  had  been 
buncoed.  By 
that  time  the 
precious  trio 
would  be  far 
away.  There 
was  no  time  to 
send  a  messen- 
(?er  with  a  note 
t  o  Crawford, 
even  a  trust- 
worthy messen- 
ger. Mr.  Shoe- 
bottom  had  a 
plan  that  prom- 
ised better  than 
that. 

He  chuckled 
at  the  daring 
of  it  as  he 
reached  quickly 
in  behind  the 
loose  board  at 
the  bottom  o  f 
his  cage  and 
grabbed  up  two 
articles.  The 
red  t  a  m-o'- 
shanter  for  a 
mascot  he 
thrust  inside 
his  girdle;  an 
unopened  can 
from  his  supply 
of  walnut  stain 
followed  suit. 

Seizins:  the 
huge  combina- 
t  i  o  n  of  blud- 
geon and  toma- 
hawk, supposed 
to  be  his  native 
weapon  in  the 
days  when  he 
ran  wild  in  his 
jungles,  M  r. 
Shoebot- 
tom pulled 
away  a  second 
loose  board  and 
slipped  through 
the  opening.  He 
crawled  quick- 
,        ,      ,  ly    along    under 

the  plank  platform  till  he  could  peer  out 
over  the  grounds  in  hasty  survey. 

Then  gathering  his  hairy  brown  legs 
beneath  him  and  drawing  in  a  big  breath, 
he  suddenly  sprang  out  into  the  glare  of 
the  afternoon  sun.  With  a  genuine  blood- 
curdling yell  he  brandished  his  terrible 
club  around  his  head  and  sped  like  the 
wind,  heading  as  the  crow  flies,  straight 
across  the  lot. 

in. 

T\  INNER  was  over,  the  dishes  washed 
^-^  and  Ontarioville  just  sallying  forth 
for  another  afternoon  of  it  in  white 
dre-ses  and  ribbons,  crash  hats  and  post- 
prandial cigar!5.  Quite  a  crowd  had  al- 
ready for^egathered  in  the  neighborhood 
of  the' "Tented  City."  The  newspaper 
review  of  the  "goings-on"  had  caught  the 
Old  Boy  carnival  spirit  with  clever  fidel- 
ity; the  half  serious  description  of 
Continued  on  page  106. 


A  department  given  over  to  sketches  of 
interesting:  Canadian  men  and  women 


America's  Best  Wheat  Grower 

By  Norman  Lambert 


ABOUT  ten  years  ago,  at  the  Central 
Experimental  Farm,  Ottawa,  a 
scientific  mind  applied  itself  to  the 
production  of  a  grain  of  wheat  which 
when  planted  in  the  rich  soil  of  the  West- 
ern plains  would  grow  and  develop  so 
rapidly  that  it  would  mature  into  a  fully 
ripened  crop  ten  days  to  two  weeks  ear- 
lier than  any  other  kind  of  seed.  The 
object  which  the  scientist  had  in  mind 
in  doing  this,  was  to  enable  the  prairie 
farmer  to  secure  his  wheat  crop  from  the 
ravages  of  frost,  which  so  often  have 
been  felt  in  the  West  toward  the  end  of 
August.  Without  sacrificing  the  quality 
or  the  quantity  of  the  Western  wheat  crops 
but  at  the  same  time  ensuring  an  earlier 
harvest,  the  scientist  finally  evolved  a 
variety  of  grain  which  since  has  become 
widely  known  as  "Marquis." 

Early  in  the  spring  of  1911,  a  small 
five-pound  package  of  this  Marquis  wheat 
was  sent  from  the  Central  Farm  at  Ot- 
tawa to  an  obscure  little  farm  near  Ros- 
thern,  Saskatchewan.  In  April  of  that 
year  it  was  duly  sown,  and  in  the  follow- 
ing August,  from  an  area  comprising  one- 
twentieth  of  an  acre,  a  crop  of  wheat  was 
taken  which  yielded  at  .the  rate  of  80  2-3 
bushels  per  acre.  In  October,  at  the  New 
York  Land  Show,  a  bushel  of  this  same 
wheat  was  on  exhibition,  in  competition 
with  bushel  lots  of  wheat  from  every  part 
of  America.  It  was  a  world  competition, 
and  the  specimen  from  the  little  farm  at 
Rosthern  won  the  highest  honors,  which 
were  in  the  form  of  a  thousand  dollars  in 


cash  and  a  fine  silver  loving  cup.  That 
was  the  way  in  which  Seager  Wheeler,  of 
Rosthern,  Saskatchewan,  was  introduced 
publicly  to  the  people  of  Canada.  Since 
1911  he  has  exhibited  samples  of  his  wheat 
at  International  land  shows  and  farming 
congresses  in  different  parts  of  the  United 
States  and  Canada,  and  three  times  he 
has  captured  the  first  prize,  entitling  him 
to  a  world  reputation  as  a  grower  of 
grain. 

In  Western  Canada,  Seager  Wheeler  is 
famous  from  one  end  of  the  prairie  plains 
to  the  other.  He  is  known  as  the  wizard 
of  seedsmen.  His  ability  to  select  the  best 
kind  of  grain  to  plant  in  the  ground  each 
spring  has  been  the  secret  of  his  success. 
He  has  applied  gardening  methods  to 
grain-growing  on  the  boundless  prairie. 
In  the  West,  the  standard  of  a  man's  suc- 
cess on  the  land  is  only  too  apt  to  be  the 
number  of  acres  he  possesses.  But  Seager 
Wheeler  brought  with  him  from  the  old 
country  certain  principles  cf  thorough- 
ness in  his  relationship  to  the  soil  which 
he  never  forgot  even  on  the  prairie  where 
the  temptation  to  deal  in  wide  areas  often 
overcomes  any  inherent  desire  to  prac- 
tise agriculture  intensively.  While  others 
were  breaking  up  vast  tracts  of  prairie 
and  becoming  the  owners  of  thousands 
of  acres  of  partially  developed  land,  he 
remained  content  with  his  homestead, 
improving  it  by  thirty  and  forty  acres  at 
a  time,  and  finally  transforming  it  into 
one  of  the  most  carefully  cultivated  farms 
in  Western  Canada. 


SEAGER  WHEELER  was  born  at 
Ventnor,  in  the  Isle  of  Wight.  He 
came  to  Canada  in  the  Spring  of  1885, 
and  arrived  in  the  Northwest  in  time  to 
see  something  of  the  Rebellion.  He  had 
no  capital  and  very  little  experience  with 
which  to  support  himself  on  a  prairie 
farm  at  that  time.  The  C.P.R.  was  being 
built  across  the  plains  in  1885,  and  Seager 
Wheeler  went  as  far  West  as  he  could 
make  his  way.  He  found  himself  at 
Moose  Jaw  in  the  month  of  May,  and 
a  few  months  later  trekked  northward  175 
miles  to  a  friend's  farm,  near  the  pre- 
sent City  of  Saskatoon.  There,  he  learned 
the  stern  lessons  of  a  pioneer  farmer  on 
the  prairie.  It  was  necessary  to  trail 
to  Moose  Jaw  every  fall  and  spring  for 
supplies.  Speaking  of  the  first  crop  of 
wheat  he  harvested  in  Canada,  Mr. 
Wheeler  said  on  one  occasion,  that  he  and 
his  friend  managed  to  prepare  thirty 
acres  for  wheat,  the  seeding  of  which  was 
done  by  throwing  the  grain  broadcast. 
"Farm  implements  were  pretty  scarce  in 
those  days,"  he  said.  "The  grain  was 
sown  mostly  by  hand,  and  I  have  seen 
men  harrow  it  with  branches  of  trees. 
Needless  to  say,  we  did  not  have  big  yields 
in  those  days." 

After  two  years  of  pioneering  on  his 
friend's  farm,  Seager  Wheeler  returned 
to  Moose  Jaw  to  work  on  the  new  railway. 
He  spent  two  years  with  the  C.P.R.,  saved 
some  money,  and  then  left  again  for  the 
northerly  part  of  the  country  where  he 
filed  on  a  homestead  bordering  on  the 
banks  of  the  Saskatchewan  River.  Speak- 
ing of  his  work  on  this  first  farm  of  his 
own,  he  records  that  he  did  not  attempt 
"to  farm  large  acres."  "I  used  to  pick 
over  my  seed  by  hand,"  he  said,  "in  order 
that  all  weed   seeds  and  inferior  grains 


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should  be  taken  out.  I  wanted  to  sow  the 
very  best  grain  even  in  those  days." 
Finally,  after  doing  well  on  the  homestead 
located  beside  the  Saskatchewan  River, 
Wheeler  decided  to  move  still  farther 
north  to  a  better  piece  of  land,  near  the 
town  of  Rosthern.  This  was  in  the  late 
nineties,  and  he  has  been  in  the  same 
place  since  that  time,  believinp:  as  he 
has  testified  many  times  that  his  par- 
:  icular  soil  cannot  be  beaten  for  prain 
trrowing  by  any  other  in  America.  Some 
time  ago  the  writer  had  the  privilege  of 
calling  upon  Seager  Wheeler  in  the  mid- 
dle of  the  crop  season.  His  snug  little 
farm  cottage  was  nestled  in  the  midst 
of  a  grove  of  trees  and  shrubbery,  which 
spoke  eloquently  for  the  first  work  which 
the  little  Englishman  did  upon  locating 
near  Rosthern.  He  had  planted  hedges 
of  Southernwood,  Caragana,  maples,  Rus- 
sian poplar  and  willows.  At  the  time  of 
the  Queen  Victoria  Jubilee,  Lady  Aber- 
deen sent  out  to  the  settlers  in  the  West, 
small  packets  of  lilac  seed  obtained  from 
the  grounds  of  the  Government  House  at 
Ottawa.  Wheeler  had  received  a  packet, 
and  had  carefully  planted  the  seeds.  To- 
day, the  healthy,  vigorous  bushes  that 
have    sprung   from    those   seeds,    bloom 


luxuriantly  and  add  a  touch  of  beauty 
to  that  well  cultivated  little  farm  at  Ros- 
thern which  could  not  be  equalled  by  acres 
of  golden  wheat. 

"It  was  always  my  object,"  he  told  me, 
"to  do  things  thoroughly  on  the  farm,  as 
far  as  I  was  able.  I  am  a  book  farmer 
and  an  indoor  farmer  as  well.-  We  often 
hear  uncomplimentary  things  about  such 
men,  but  show  me  the  farmer  who  does 
not  read  and  I  will  show  you  a  poor 
farmer.  Problems  are  worked  out  in  the 
arm  chair  by  the  fire  as  well  as  observing 
outside  during  the  daytime."  This  man 
also  said  that  he  was  a  subscriber  to  one 
daily,  three  weekly  and  five  farm  papers. 
A  strict  devotion  to  the  details  of  agri- 
culture, working  out  little,  knotty  pro- 
blems at  night-time  with  pencil  and  paper 
and  above  all  being  particular  about  the 
quality  of  the  seed  he  plants  each  year, 
have  contributed  to  the  success  and  marked 
achievements  of  Seager  Wheeler.  For 
instance,  the  bushel  of  wheat  which  took 
the  first  prize  at  the  New  York  Land 
Show  was  practically  hand  picked  and 
thoroughly  cleaned.  "It  was  cleaned,"  he 
said,  "in  the  same  manner  as  I  clean  my 
own  grain  every  year  for  seed  purposes. 
There  were  no  broken  grains  in  it,  no  im- 


mature grains,  no  useless  immaturities 
and  no  smut.  It  is  just  this  giving  atten- 
tion to  small  details  that  counts." 

SEAGER  WHEELER  was  simply  one 
of  the  many  "green  Englishmen"  who 
have  been  .seen  in  all  parts  of  this  new 
country  during  the  past  twenty  years. 
But  if  he  was  green  at  one  time,  he  was 
never  careless.  Probably  there  is  no  other 
one  grain  grower  living  in  the  Middle 
West  who  has  done  as  much  to  add  to  the 
.sum  total  of  Canada's  wealth  as  Seager 
Wheeler  of  Rosthern,  Saskatchewan.  His 
crops  are  not  now  grown  for  the  grain 
exchange.  They  are  produced  for  other 
farmers  to  plant.  His  seed  has  been 
sought  and  secured  from  all  districts  of 
the  West.  His  crops  have  in  this  way  in- 
creased a  million  fold.  Dr.  Charles 
Saunders,  in  the  laboratories  at  the  Cen- 
tral Experimental  Farm  at  Ottawa,  dis- 
covered the  early  Marquis  wheat  for  the 
prairie  farmer.  It  was  Seager  Wheeler, 
however,  who  cast  this  seed  into  the 
ground  and  saw  it  bring  forth  much  fruit. 
He  demonstrated  its  practical  qualities, 
and  incidentally  brought  great  credit  and 
international  fame  to  his  country  and 
himself  through  his  work. 


The  Artful  Forks 


"A 


BLOOMIN'- 


paused  to  give  weight  to  an  en- 
tirely unprintable  adjective — 
"fool !  That's  what  I  reckon  a  chap  who 
takes  the  trail  with  the  thermometer  at 
anything  below  forty-five  degrees;  an' 
when  he  calkilates  on  toddlin'  along  on  his 
lonesome    an'    negotiatin'    them    Artful 

Forks— Well "     He  let  out  a  blast  of 

profanity  that  ought  certainly  to  have 
raised  the  temperature  even  in  the  heart 
of  the  Yukon  at  midwinter. 

"And  why  particularly  the  Artful 
Forks?"  asked  Chinnery,  impatient  to  be 
off.  He  had  lingered  too  long  already 
helping  old  Pete  Taylor,  and  he  wanted 
to  reach  Lockhart's  Crossing  before  Nan 
Magary  had  left,  and  she  was  going  back 
to  Lenana  to-morrow.  If  he  wanted  to  see 
her  (and  he  did  want  to  see  her  badly), 
he  must  be  there  to-night.  It  could  be 
done,  eren  though  the  temperature  was 
low. 

"Them  Artful  Forks  is  deceivin',"  said 
Pete,  turning  over  the  quid  in  his  cheek 
and  spitting  thoughtfully  on  the  stove; 
"partic'larly  when  the  temperatoor'  is 
low  and  there  ain't  no  sun.  They  got 
O'Rafferty.  Bin  on  the  trail  longer  nor  any 
man  in  the  Yukon,  he  had,  but  we  picked 
him  up  in  March  on  all  fours,  a  stift' 
un,  up  False  Fork.  An'  they  done  for 
Compton  an'  O'Donnell,  two  of  'em  to- 
gether!" 

"I've  been  along  pretty  often,"  said 
Paul  Chinnery,  tying  on  his  moccasins 
preparatory  to  setting  out,  "and  I've 
never  had  any  diflSculty." 

'  I  *HE  Artful  Forks  had  a  sinister  repu- 

■*■  tation  among  the  scanty  inhabitants 

of  the  district.    Four  rivers  met  there  in 

a  marshy,  open  space  to  form  Lockhart's 


By  Mary  Gaunt 

Illustrated     by     J.     W.     Beattv 

the  older  man  River,  which  eventually  flowed  into  the 
Yukon ;  and  the  little  frozen  rivers,  in  the 
winter  time,  were  the  roads  into  the  in- 
terior. One  went  down  to  Anderson's 
claim,  abandoned  now;  another,  the  one 
Paul  Chinnery  was  on,  led  past  old  Pete 
Taylor's  cabin  to  the  Lenana  Mission 
station,  where  Daniel  Clark  and  his 
niece,  Nan  Magary,  ministered  to  the 
Indians. 

A  third,  carefully  followed,  ran  to  an- 
other small  Indian  encampment;  but  it 
was  the  fourth  that  had  the  evil  name. 
It  went  away  into  the  northern  wilderness 
beyond  the  ken  of  white  men,  and  it  was  ' 
whispered  there  was  something  uncanny 
about  the  False  Forks.  It  enticed  men 
to  their  doom. 

There  was  O'Rafferty,  and  he  did  not 
drink,  so  no  man  knew  why  he  had  gone 
up  the  False  Fork,  instead  of  up  the 
Little  Fish  to  Pete  Taylor's  and  Lenana; 
and  there  were  the  two  men  Compton  and 
O'Donnell,  who,  going  down  the  river  to 
Lockhart's  were  still  enticed  into  the 
False  Fork  and  perished,  leaving  no  word 
of  the  why  and  wherefore  of  their  having 
turned  from  the  righ  road. 

"You  ain't  bin  along  it,  son,  with  a 
temperatoor'  at  fifty  below  an'  no  sun. 
Thai's  when  them  Artful  Forks  does  the 
trick." 

Paul  Chinnery  did  not  believe  in  the 
legend  of  the  Artful  Forks,  but  he  had  no 
doubt  for  the  rest  that  old  Pete  Taylor 
was  right.  It  was  not  wise  to  travel,  and 
to  travel  alone,  with  the  temperature  be- 
low forty-five  degrees. 

But  a  girl's  word  rang  mocking  in  his 
ears. 

"Slacker!"  he  heard  she  had  said.  "I 
call  a  man  who  does  not  join  up  when 
his  country  wants  him,  a   coward!"  and 


he  felt  that  her  mouth  had  shut  with  thai 
determined  air  it  wore  when  she  was  lay- 
ing down  the  law  to  a  small  rebel  in  her 
class  at  the  mission  school. 

Oh,  Nan  Magary  was  sweet  and  tender 
and  charming,  but  she  had  a  mind  of  her 
own,  and  he  felt  it  bitterly  that  she 
should  hold  him  up  to  scorn.  He  won- 
dered she  did  not  know  that  it  was  she 
who  kept  him  in  Alaska,  and  he  wanted 
to  teU  her  that  it  was  only  since  the  last 
mail  had  cTome  in,  that  unexpected  chance 
mail,  that  he  had  thoroughly  realized  the 
call  the  Great  War  was  making  on  the 
sons  of  the  empire,  realized  that  he  ought 
to  go. 

1_T  E  HAD  gone  to  Lenana  to  tell  her  so; 
*■  -*■  and  behold,  she  and  her  uncle  were 
making  a  rare  visit  to  Lockhart's  Cross- 
ing. He  felt  if  he  started  out  in  the  jreat 
cold  he  had  some  chance  of  seeinj;  her 
there,  of  spending  the  evening  with  her, 
of  explaining  and  thrashing  out  the  whole 
matter  before  they  parted  for  perhaps — 
since  he  was  going  to  the  front — ever. 
He  had  left  a  letter  for  her,  but  he  must 
go. 

What  if  it  was  cold?  As  long  as  things 
went  well,  the  cold  didn't  really  matter. 
Nine  hours  to  Lockhart's  Crossing,  and 
his  gear  was  already  there.-  What  could 
happen  to  him  in  nine  hours  with  Nanook 
to  keep  him  company?  And  as  for  the 
sinister  Artful  Forks,  he  had  hit  the  right 
trail  so  often  he  really  did  not  see  how 
he  could  go  astray. 

Anyhow,  he  was  willing  to  risk  it,  and 
he  tied  the  last  string  of  his  moccasins, 
pulled  his  parka  over  his  face,  and  whis- 
tled cheerily  to  his  dog. 

"So-long,"  said  he  to  Pete  Taylor,  and 
he  and   Nanook   slipped  out  of  the  door 


M  A  C  J.  E  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  ]■: 


r  j.w.etMTTV 


In  two  minutes  a  great  fire   was  dancing  on  the  snow, 
and  the  missionary  was  stripping   off   Paul's   footgear. 


for  there  would  be  no  one  out 
on  the  trail  to  help;  and  hav- 
ing: come  to  that  comfortable 
conclusion,  he  tried  to  whistle 
cheerily  to  Nanook,  and 
laugfhed  when  he  found  he 
could  not.  His  beard  and  mus- 
tache were  frozen  into  a  sheet 
of  glass.  Clearly  he  must 
avoid  accidents.  And  there 
was  no  need  to  whistle  tc 
Nanook.  He  was  trotting 
along  very  soberly  beside  him 
his  gay  tail,  that  usually  curl 
ed  defiantly  over  his  back, 
lowered  despondently. 

It  occurred  to  him  for  the 
first  time  that  the  dog  didn't 
like  the  weather. 

"Cheer  up,  NanooK,"  and  h» 
put  out  a  mittened  hand  and 
patted  his  head.  "We're  not 
likely  to  come  to  grief,  you 
and  me."  And  again  he  look- 
ed round  on  the  white  waste 
in  the  subdued  light,  and 
thought  a  poor  lookout  for 
him  it  would  be  if  he  did. 


t; 


and  down  onto  the  ice  of  the  frozen 
stream. 

Nanook  was  a  handsome  silver-grey 
malemuit  with  a  sharp  black  muzzle  and 
a  bushy  tail,  a  little  depressed  now,  as  if 
he  were  not  quite  pleased  at  leaving  the 
warmth  of  the  fire  and  traveling  in  such 
cold. 

T  T  wa$  cold.  It  smote  Paul  Chinnery 
■*■  in  the  face  and  took  his  breath  away. 
But  though  he  paused  for  a  moment,  he 
took  the  trail,  the  narrow,  dark  trail  that 
curled  and  twisted  and  ran  in  and  out 
and  up  and  down  across  the  gentle,  snow- 
white  undulations  around  him. 

It  was  all  dead  white  far  as  the  eye 
could  see.     Overhead  was  the  clear  sky 


without  a  cloud,  but  the  light  was  soft 
and  gray  and  subdued.  There  was  no 
sign  of  sun — there  would  be  no  sun.  This 
mitigated  daylight  was  all  he  could  hope 
for  on  the  20th  of  December  so  far  north. 

Oh,  and  it  was  cold!  The  ice  was 
forming  on  his  lips  and  stiffening  them ; 
there  were  icicles  on  his  eyebrows,  and 
the  hair  of  his  parka  was  frozen  by  his 
moist  breath  against  his  cheeks.  Again 
and  again  he  put  up  his  mittened  hand 
to  brush  away  the  ice,  and  again  it 
formed.  Over  Nanook's  head  was  a  little 
misty  cloud. 

Well,  he  was  bound  to  go  if  it  was 
seventy-five  degrees  below,  and  he  was 
glad  he  was  traveling  light.  He  musn't 
come  to  grief,  though,  that  was  certain  ; 


WO  hours — three  hours— 
the  going  was  good.  He 
was  nearing  the  Forks..  He 
would  stop  there  and  build  a 
firej  and  rest  by  it  and  eat  his 
noonday  meal,  the  biscuit  and 
bacon  that  he  carried  inside 
his  jacket,  with  just  a  little 
titbit  to  make  the  noontide 
halt  pleasant  for  Nanook,  and 
show  him  that  he  was  not 
forgotten. 

The  cold  against  his  bare 
face  was  painful,  and  even 
his  hands  inside  his  mittens, 
for  all  his  brisk  exercise, 
were  tingling.  Forty-five  de- 
grees below — perhaps  it  was 
more  than  forty-five,  and  he 
spat  because  he  had  read 
somewhere  that  spittle  would 
crackle  as  it  hit  the  ground 
at  fifty  degrees  below.  There 
was  a  sharp  little  snap  al- 
most under  his  nose,  and  he 
stood  still  for  a  second. 

It  had  cracked  in  the  air! 
What  did  that  mean?  Nanook 
looked  up  at  him  gravely, 
questionably.  And  Paul  Chin- 
nery slapped  his  mittened 
hand  against  his  thigh.  If  it 
meant  anything,  it  meant  that 
the  temperature  was  consid- 
erably below  fifty  degrees, 
more  than  eighty-two  degrees 
of  frost! 

"Nan,  Nan,"  he  said  aloud, 
and  his  voice  sounded  strange  and  lonely 
and  feeble  in  the  cold  stillness,  eighty-two 
degrees  of  frost.  At  least  I  can't  be  called 
a  slacker  any  more,"  and  even  as  he  spoke 
the  ice  gave  way  and  he  sprang  back 
hastily. 

There  were  springs  in  this  stream  that 
never  froze,  even  when  the  river  was  solid 
to  the  bottom  as  it  was  now,  and  to  get 
into  one  of  them  would  necessitate  a  stop 
and  a  fire  to  dry  himself.  They  were  not 
easily  seen,  for  the  top  was  frozen,  and 
over  that  again  lay  a  thin  coating  of  snow. 
He  had  evidently  hit  one  of  them. 
"That  was  a  near  shave,"  he  said,  and 
his  voice  seemed  smaller  and  lonelier  than 
ever;  and  to  counteract  the  feeling  he 
sank  his  mittened  right  hand  into   Na- 


M  A  C  I.  K  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  !•: 


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nook's  thick  fur  and,  turning,  scrambled 
up  the  bank  and  looked  around.  Seeing 
the  danger  of  the  springs,  perhaps,  it 
would  be  better  if  he  kept  off  the  river. 

D  UT  IT  was  impossible.  Away,  away 
'-'  stretched  the  snowy  landscape,  grey 
white,  subdued,  soft,  with  every  angle 
roundedj  every  rough  corner  smoothed ; 
•way  till  it  mingled  with  the  sky  in  one 
toneless  blend  of  gray  whitness  that 
threatened — yes,  threatened. 

The  sun  would  have  made  it  dazzling; 
every  snowflake  would  have  glinted  and 
reflected  his  rays  like  a  jewel;  but  there 
was  no  sun,  and  the  white  grayness  un- 
der the  twilight  sky  was  sinister.  It  was 
so  still,  too;  nothing  moved;  there  was  no 
sound  of  bird  or  beast,  and  it  seemed  to 
him  that  his  own  footsteps  and  those  of 
the  dog  in  the  heavy,  dry  snow  were  tres- 
passing on  the  silence  of  the  secret  places 
that  was  indefensible  and  inexcusable. 

And  the  snow  was  everywhere.  It  cov- 
ered all  the  driftwood  piled  along  the 
banks.  The  stunted  spruce  and  willow 
were  half  buried  in  it;  their  branches 
were  heavily  weighted  with  it,  and  beyond 
the  timber  it  covered  up  all  the  inequali- 
ties of  the  earth.  Before  he  had  taken 
half  a  dozen  steps  he  knew,  as  he  had 
known  all  along,  that  the  only  possible 
going  was  on  the  little  river.  It  would 
be  impossible  to  make  Lockhart's  Cross- 
ing any  other  way,  and  he  turned  back 
almost  with  a  sigh  of  thankfulness. 

The  loneliness  was  not  so  impressive, 
to  overwhelming  down  on  the  river.  The 
stream  stood  between  him  and  an  empty 
world. 

He  stood  on  the  bank  for  a  moment, 
looked  over  his  shoulder  with  a  faint 
shudder,  patted  Nanook  between  his  prick 
ears  with  a  strange  sense  of  thankfulness 
for  his  presence,  and  then,  because  the 
bank  was  a  little  steeper  here,  swung  him- 
self down  onto  the  ice  and — went  in  up 
Co  his  knees. 

LJ  E  WAS  out  again  in  a  moment,  but 
*  -•■  the  thing  was  done.  He  sprang  for 
the  bank  again,  and  as  he  scrambled  up  he 
felt  the  icy  cold  gripping  his  feet  and 
ankles  in  a  vice.  And  then,  before  he 
had  gathered  together  a  pile  of  dry  grass- 
es and  driftwood  on  the  snow  to  make  a 
bed  for  the  fire,  all  feeling  had  died  out 
and  the  numbness  was  creeping  upward. 

"My  God!"  he  cried  in  alarm.  Who 
would  have  thought  the  cold  could  have 
been  so  quick?  His  instincts  had  been 
right.  Terror  did  brood  over  the  gray 
loneliness,  and  he  hastily  tossed  together 
the  driftwood  and  the  grass  under  a  wil- 
low tree  and  felt  in  his  pocket  for  the  to- 
bacco box  in  which  he  carried  some  strips 
of  rag  well  soaked  in  kerosene  to  serve  as 
tinder. 

He  got  it  out,  but  the  tin  top  stuck  and 
his  hands  in  his  mittens  were  too  clumsy 
to  unfasten  it.  He  dragged  off  a  mitten, 
and  the  tin  box-lid  stuck  to  his  fingers — 
and  even  as  he  looked  he  saw  his  hand 
grow  white  and  dead-looking,  felt  it 
numbing. 

He  hastily  tore  the  box  away,  beat  his 
hand  back  to  tingling  life  again,  and 
thrust  it  inside  his  jacket  and  shirt 
against  his  flesh. 

And  now  he  could  no  longer  feel  his 
feet.  He  was  standing  there  certainly; 
but  he  had  to  look  down  to  make  sure  he 
was  standing  on  his  own  feet.  All  sensa- 
tion had  gone.  Nanook  settled  himself 
down  with  his  big  bushy  tail  like  a  blan- 


ket drawn  over  his  nose  and  paws  and  his 
wise  little  eyes  looked  out  approvingly. 

His  master  was  going  to  light  a  fire. 
That  is  what  he  thought  he  ought  to  do. 
That  is  what  by  his  drooping  tail  he  had 
been  trying  to  convey  to  him  was  the 
proper  course.  But  the  fire  was  not 
lighting,  and  he  looked  up  with  a  little 
friendly   remonstrant  whimper. 

And  Paul  suddenly  felt  desperate.  He 
must  get  that  fire,  must  get  it,  even  at  the 
cost  of  frozen  fingers.  If  he  lost  his  fin- 
gers and  toes  li.e  might  yet  save  his  life. 
He  snatched  out  his  hand  again,  ripped 
off  the  mitten,  got  the  matches,  and 
struck  one.  The  little  yellow  flame  was 
strangely  friendly  in  the  dim  gray  same- 
ness. He  applied  it  to  the  nearest  bunch 
of  dry  grass. 

It  was  too  close  under  the  tree,  it  was 
too  far  from  the  little  platform  he  had 
made  for  the  fire,  but  he  had  no  time  to 
choose,  and  it  flared  up  cheerfully. 

But  his  hand  was  frozen  again. 

He  thrust  it  inside  his  jacket,  and  with 
the  other  still  mittened  he  flung  on  small 
branches  and  dried  twigs.  It  was  impera- 
tive he  get  off  his  moccasins.  The  fire- 
light was  leaping  and  dancing,  and  Na- 
nook uncoiled  himself  and  sat  up  straight 
looking  into  the  flames. 

PEVERISHLY  Paul  worked.  He  was 
*■  numb  past  his  knees  now,  and  one 
hand  was  helpless,  but  he  must  get  the  fire 
so  big  there  would  be  no  fear  of  its  being 
quenched  by  the  melting  snow. 

There  was  grave  danger  of  that  here 
among  the  timber.  The  little  trees  were 
laden  with  it,  and  even  if  he  had  had  the 
time  he  had  not  the  power  to  carry  the 
life-giving  flame  beyond  their  range.  If 
he  would  save  his  feet  he  must  act  quick- 
ly.    He  stooped  to  unlace  his  moccasins. 

The  cords  were  stiff  wires,  the  leather 
was  cast-iron,  and  as  far  as  his  sensations 
were  concerned  his  feet  were  not  inside 
them.  One  hand  he  kept  inside  his  shirt, 
beating  it  feebly  against  his  body  in  the 
vain  hope  that  he  could  thaw  it,  and  the 
other  in  the  mitten  was  clumsy  beyond 
words.-  He  went  closer,  closer  to  the 
dancing  flames,  and  a  glow  of  thankful- 
ness came  to  his  heart  when  he  found  the 
hard  leather  of  his  moccasins  growing 
moist  and  soft.    Now  surely 

Something  stirred,  something  else 
moved,  there  was  another  sound  beside 
the  crackling  of  the  flames.  He  looked 
over  his  shoulder  with  a  strange  feeling 
of  dread,  and  before  he  could  even  think 
how  he  was  to  safeguard  himself  he  saw 
that  all  the  snow-laden  little  tree  be- 
neath which  he  had  built  his  fire  was 
moving. 

He  looked  at  it,  dazed  with  the  feeling 
that  he  ought  to  do  something  to  save  his 
precious  fire,  his  life-giving  fire.  Some- 
thing might  be  done  he  was  sure  if  he 
were  only  quick  enough,  but  he  felt  tied 
and  bound  as  in  an  evil  dream,  and  the 
snow,  with  a  soft,  slurring  sound,  melted 
underneath  by  the  heat  of  the  fire,  slipped 
from  the  branches,  for  a  second  little  by 
little  and  then  with  a  great  rush,  and  all 
his  dancing  flames,  the  flames  that  just 
made  the  difference  between  life  and 
death,  were  gone,  buried  beneath  a  minia- 
ture avalanche. 

It  was  so  small,  so  pitifully  small,  but 
it  did  the  trick  for  him.  The  friendly 
yellow  flames  were  gone,  and  the  grayness 
and  the  still  silence  of  a  midwinter  day 
beyond  the  Arctic  Circle  settled  on  the 
scene  once  more. 


It  spelled  death — death.  He  knew  it. 
Death.  That  was  what  threatened  him 
when  he  looked  out  just  beyond  here. 
.A.nd  Nan  Magary  was  not  so  very  far 
away,  but  he  was  well  on  the  road 

He  would  not  die!  He  would  noti  It 
only  wanted  a  fire  to  save  him.  He  had 
matches,  he  had  tinder,  he  had  fuel 
heaped  up,  and  by  the  armful!  Why 
should  be  be  conquered  by  the  cold? 

T_I  E  TOOK  out  his  frozen  hand  and 
^  *■  looked  at  it  as  if  it  belonged  to  some 
one  else.  He  put  it  back  in  his  furs.  His 
feet  were  like  logs,  but  his  left  hand  was 
still  good,  and  he  piled  up  with  it  small 
branches  and  dried  grass,  and  in  the  midst 
he  put  the  tin  box  full  of  kerosene  rags 
that  he  could  not  opyen,  and  then  he  got 
out  his  matches  again. 

But  to  strike  a  match  with  one  hand 
helpless  and  the  other  in  a  fur  mitten  is 
well-nigh  impossible.  He  tried  to  put  it 
in  his  mouth,  but  because  of  the  fringe  of 
icicles  he  could  not  get  it  there. 

"Damn!"  he  said;  and  then  recognizing 
his  own  helplessness,  "0  God!  O  God! 
help  me!"  and  the  numbness  was  creep- 
ing up  his  legs. 

Yes,  death  had  threatened.  Death  wa« 
more  than  threatening  now.  Yet  if  only 
he  could  get  the  fire,  all  might  still  be 
well.  Nanook  blinked  at  him  out  of  his 
wise  little  eyes  fringed  with  white  hoar 
frost  that  made  him  look  like  an  old,  old 
dog;  and  then  he  sat  up,  listened,  gave 
one  long-drawn  howl  that  sounded  in- 
tensely mournful  and  lonely  in  the  still- 
ness, and  settled  down  again  with  his  tail 
"arranged  over  his  paws. 

Ah,  Nanook  could  afford  to  wait,  but 
his  master  was  desperate.  And  old  Pete 
had  warned  him  against  the  Artful  Forks. 
He  thought  of  O'Rafferty,  the  man  who 
had  been  found  on  all  fours  —  "a  stiff 
'un"  —  and  he  put  the  matches  back  in 
his  pocket  and  started  to  run.  It  was 
hopeless  he  had  been  told,  but  clearly  it 
was  equally  hopeless  to  stand  here  fum- 
bling with  the  matches.  If  he  took  the 
mitten  off  his  other  hand,  that  would 
freeze,  too.  He  must  get  a  little  warmth 
into  his  limbs  before  he  attempted  such  a 
thing,  and  he  dropped  down  onto  the 
river  again  and  began  helplessly  running 
on  his  way,  abandoning  the  precious  box 
with  its  tinder  and  the  grass  he  had  gath- 
ered  for   a  fire. 

I_r  E  KNEW  he  was  running,  but  how 
'^  he  was  doing  it  he  did  not  know,  for 
into  his  feet  came  not  the  smallest  sensa- 
tion. Still  he  moved  on  over  the  ice,  and 
he  might  have  been  gliding  in  the  air  just 
fighting  a  little  against  a  weight  which 
dragged  him  down. 

At  first  he  ran  madly,  but  then  he  so- 
bered down.  If  he  must  die,  at  least  he 
would  die  decently.  He  must  be  more 
than  ten  miles  from  old  Pete's,  and 
though  he  had  still  twenty-five  miles  to 
go  before  he  could  reach  Lockhart's 
Crossing,  he  still  went  on.  He  could  not 
reach  old  Pete's  unaided;  that  he  knew. 
Still  less  could  he  reach  Lockhart's  Cross- 
ing; but  if  there  was  going  to  be  any- 
body on  the  trail — and  he  laughed  a  bit- 
ter laugh  at  the  thought,  no  one  was  like- 
ly to  be  such  a  fool  as  he  had  been — it 
would  be  between  the  Artful  Forks  and 
Lockhart's  Crossing. 

He  thought  of  old  Pete's  warning  about 
the  Artful  Forks.  Well,  it  couldn't  make 
much  difference  to  him  which  fork  he 
turned  up.    It  struck  him  he  was  going  to 


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end  it  here  in  the  wilderness.  The  gray 
waste  that  threatened  had  him,  had  him 
fast. 

He  was  nearing  the  forlcs,  too.  The 
stunted,  snow-covered  timber  on  the 
banlvs  was  evidently  a  little  heavier,  and 
the  river  was  opening  out. 

And  now  he  was  going  to  die,  he  said  to 
himself;  he  was  going  to  die.  Well, 
he  had  offered  his  life  for  his  country. 
He  was  sorry  it  should  be  of  no  account; 
sorry  that,  perhaps,  after  all,  Nan  Ma- 
gary  would  not  understand. 

THERE  came  to  him  the  thought  that 
he  would  not  die  as  O'Rafferty  had 
died,  on  all  fours,  and  if  he  stumbled  on 
like  this  that  is  how  it  would  end.  He 
would  stop  and  try  once  more  to  make  a 
fire,  and  if  he  could  not,  then  he  would  lie 
down  in  the  snow  and  wait  for  the  end. 
It  would  be  better,  more  dignified,  and 
he  derived  a  curious  satisfaction  from  the 
thought  that  he  would  die  in  more  digni- 
fied fashion  than  O'Rafferty  had  done. 

He  could  not  have  climbed  high  banks 
now,  but  here  were  no  banks.  In  all 
probability  during  the  brief  summer  it 
was  all  marsh,  and  he  turned  aside  and 
sought  feebly  for  grass  and  autumn 
leaves.  Nanook  came  after  him  evidently 
interested.  He  yelped  and  whined,  and 
when  after  the  most  futile  effort  Paul  sat 
down,  the  dog  crept  up  to  him  and  put 
his  muzzle  against  his  cheek. 

It  comforted  him  in  his  loneliness,  and 
he  wondered  pitifully  what  would  become 
of  the  dog  when  he '  was  dead.  Poor, 
faithful  dog.  There  were  so  many  men 
in  Alaska  who  could  not  appreciate  a 
good  dog.  If  he  could  only  have  written 
and  asked  Nan  Magary  to  take  him.  But 
his  right  hand  was  dead,  dead.  He  was 
beginning  to  feel  sleepy,  and  if  he  slept — 

The  dog  was  tugging  at  his  jacket,  tug- 
ging and  lifting  up  his  voice  and  yelping. 
So  he  knew  his  master  was  going,  and 
Paul  derived  a  certain  strange  satisfac- 
tion from  being  thus  mourned  before  he 
was  dead.  It  took  away  from  the  loneli- 
ness that  was  pressing  in  on  him.  He  had 
dared  the  cold  wastes  of  the  north,  and 
the  north  was  demanding  his  life  as  a 
just  and  fitting  sacrifice. 

"Old  chap!"  he  said,  and  again  he  felt 
how  small  a  thing  was  his  own  voice,  "old 
chap!     Good  dog!"  ' 

But  the  dog  would  not  let  him  die  in 
peace.  He  yelped,  the  yelp  rose  to  a 
howl,  and  he  rose  up  and  ran  a  little  way 
down  the  river,  looking  back  over  his 
shoulder  as  if  inviting  his  master  to  fol- 
low.    And  for  a  moment  Paul  hesitated. 

Surely  he  had  done  enough,  suffered 
enough,  and  if  the  dog  liked  to  desert  him 
— and  then  because  the  loneliness  was 
more  terribly  oppressive  than  ever  with- 
out his  companion,  he  made  an  effort  and 
rose  to  his  feet,  and  looked  round,  for  the 
last  time  he  felt,  over  the  waste. 

IJ  E  STOOD  now  just  a  little  higher 
*■  -*■  than  the  surface  of  the  river,  and  he 
could  see  that  he  had  arrived  at  the  meet- 


ing place  of  the  waters.  It  was  cold, 
cold  and  gray,  the  heaped-up  snow  that 
covered  everything  was  gray,  cold  and 
gray,  the  surface  of  the  river  was  cold 
and  gray. 

This  was  the  Artful  Forks  where  four 
little  streams  met,  and  as  he  looked  out 
drearily  and  hopelessly,  his  eyes  follow- 
ing the  dog,  a  darker  mark  on  the  frozen 
grayness,  he  felt  he  understood  why  men 
had  taken  the  wrong  turning  and  gone  on 
into  the  wilderness.  He  was  not  sure, 
now,  that  he  could  hit  the  river  that  led 
to  Lockhart's  Crossing. 

Not  that  it  mattered.  The  death  that 
had  threatened  had  his  hand  on  his  shoul- 
der, and  Nanook  had  gone.  He  seemed 
to  stand  outside  himself  and  to  see  him- 
self pitifully  watching  the  dog,  his  last 
friend,  fleeing  down  the  icebound  river, 
deserting  his  master  in  his  extremity. 

It  was  cruel,  cruel.  It  brought  home 
to  him  the  hardship  of  dying  as  nothing 
else  could  have  done. 

"Nanook!  Nanook!"  he  called,  and 
put  all  his  failing  strength  into  the  shout 
so  that  it  seemed  to  echo  and  re-echo 
through  all  the  waste  places,  "Nanook!" 

But  Nanook  the  faithful,  the  obedient, 
never  looked  back,  and  he  called  again, 
"Nanook!" 

It  was  hopeless  to  overtake  him,  hope- 
less to  think  of  moving  now.  Oh,  the  bit- 
terness of  being  abandoned  even  by  a 
dog! 

He  called  once  more,  and  felt  he  would 
never  speak  again.  It  was  too  awful  call- 
ing into  the  gray  desolation.    "Nanook!" 

A  ND  THERE  came  an  answer.  A 
■^*-  weird,  long-drawn  call  it  seemed  to 
him;  a  call  that  might  have  come  from 
the  very  spirit  of  the  frozen  waste.  To 
his  failing  senses  it  seemed  not  articu- 
late, not  of  this  world. 

It  came  again.  A  long-drawn-out  cry. 
With  his  mittened  hand  he  rubbed  his 
eyes.  It  came  from  the  north,  from  the 
False  Fork. 

Another  cry,  a  little  nearer.  There  was 
the  way  he  had  come,  there  was  the  way 
to  Lockhart's  Crossing  nearly  due  south, 
there  was  the  river  that  led  to  Anderson's 
old  claim,  and  there  was  the  False  Fork 
leading  straight  into  the  desolate  north — 
and  the  cry  came  from  there. 

He  was  going  mad.  He  was!  He 
rubbed  his  eyes  again,  and  it  seemed  to 
him  there  was  a  sled  drawn  by  six  dogs 
and  two  people  with  it,  and  Nanook  was 
bounding  along  beside  them,  leaping  and 
dancing  and  running  on  ahead. 

It  was  impossible —  he  was  dreaming — 
he  was  dreaming — this  was  an  illusion. 

And  the  sled  had  drawn  up,  and  Na- 
nook, like  a  thing  demented,  had  his  paws 
on  his  master's  shoulders  and  Paul  Chin- 
nery  was  looking  into  the  eyes  of  Daniel 
Clark,  the  missionary  in  charge  of  Len- 
ana,  and  beyond — beyond — the  eyes  that 
looked  out  of  the  fur  hood  were  surely 
the  dancing  brown  eyes  of  Nan  Magary! 

"My   God!"   said   the  missionary,   tak- 


ing in  the  situation  at  a  glance.  "Just 
in  time!"  and  without  another  word  he 
felt  in  his  pocket  for  a  piece  of  dried 
birch-bark,  and  in  two  minutes  a  great 
fire  was  dancing  and  leaping  on  the  snow, 
the  girl  was  heaping  on  fuel,  the  dogs 
were  lying  blinking  at  it,  and  the  mis- 
sionary was  stripping  off  Paul's  footgear. 

"Come  and  rub  his  hand.  Nan  Ma- 
gary," he  said.  "We're  in  time,  I  think, 
but  only  just.    He'll  lose  his  toes." 

"But,"  said  Paul  when  he  had  gath- 
ered his  wits  together,  "what  were  you 
doing  on  the  False  Forks?" 

The  missionary  looked  up  from  his 
rubbing,  and  Paul  saw  a  scared  look  come 
into  his  eyes. 

"The  False  Forks,"  he  repeated.  "We 
were  just  scooting  home  quick  as  we 
could  go  because  we  got  word  last  night 
little  Arthur,  the  half-breed,  was  very 
sick,  and  Nan  thinks  they  won't  take 
proper  care  of  the  poor  child  unless  she's 
there  to  look  after  him.  And  she's  about 
right,  too.  I  don't  hold  with  traveling 
with  the  thermometer  so  low,  but  two  of 
us — "  and  then  he  broke  off.  "The  False 
Fork,  did  you  say?"  he  repeated.  "I 
guess  it  was  lucky  we  saw  the  dog  and 
heard  you  call " 

"Indeed  I'm  grateful,"  said  Paul,  and 
he  felt  the  pain  of  returning  life  in  his 
feet,  and  his  voice  broke  though  he  tried 
to  make  light  of  it.  "But  I  guess  honors 
are  easy.  I've  come  down  from  old  Pete 
Taylor's  just  now  along  this  river,  the 
turning  for  Lenana's " 

The  girl  broke  down  and  hugged  the 
frozen  hand  against  her  warm  bosom. 

"Oh,  Uncle  Dan!  Uncle  Dan!  The 
Artful  Forks  were  getting  us  after  all! 
Oh,  Uncle  Dan!  We'd  just  turned  into 
the  False  Fork  when  Nanook  came  along ! 
Oh,  Paul  Chinnery,  if  you  hadn't  come 
along!" 

GRAY,  gray  and  desolate  was  the  sun- 
less world.  Away  to  the  north  it 
threatened  as  it  had  threatened  all  the 
morning,  but  here,  a  miracle,  was  the 
— leaping,  dancing  firelight,  and  here,  a 
greater  miracle,  surely,  was  the  girl  he 
loved  looking  at  him  with  tender,  love-lit 
eyes.  Painfully  the  life  was  coming  back 
to  his  limbs,  and  in  his  heart  was  the  joy 
too  great  for  words. 

"A  man's  a  fool  that  travels  with  a 
temperature  below  forty-five  degrees; 
alone  or  in  company  he's  a  fool.  I've  al- 
ways said  it,  and  I  ought  to  have  stuck 
to  it,"  and  Daniel  Clark  spoke  low.  He 
himself,  an  old-timer,  had  been  rescued 
from  the  fatal  False  Fork. 

But  the  girl  bent  forward  and  the  look 
in  her  eyes  was  a  caress. 

"We'll  go  back  along  the  river  to  Len- 
ana,"  she  said  with  a  quiver  in  her  voice, 
"and  look  after  you  properly  there.   Sure-      J 
ly  only  the  good  God  could  have  arranged     i| 
we  should  meet  at  the  Artful   Forks  in 
time  to  save  each  other  from  death." 

And  Nanook  gave  a  joyful  yelp.  "Don't 
forget  my  share  in  the  business!"  said  he. 


Four  splendid  short  stories  will  appear  in  the  June 
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The  New  Rulers  of  Russia  . . . 
The  Defences  of  New  York  . . 

Contents  o 

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Unrest  in  Bohemia 

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The  Future  of  the  Aeroplane  

What  Schools  Should  Teach 

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A  New  Cure  for  Rheumatism 
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How  Conscription  Works  in  Bri 

Three  Kinds  of  Heaven   

Handling  British  Food  Supply 
Must  Austria  be  Dismembered 
The  United  States  Going  Dry  . . 
Technical  Sides  of  Submarine 

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If  Germany  Should  Win   

Discoveries  That  are  Possible   

General  Lyautey  and  His  Work 

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Biology  and  the  Nation's  Food 

Business  Girls  Who  Accomplish 

Plotting  to  Become  Emperor   

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The  New  Rulers  of  Russia 


A  Review  of  the  Men  at  the  Head  of  the 
Provisional  Government. 


ASIDE  from  the  war  itself  the  Russian 
revolution  is  the  greatest  event  of  the 
century  from  the  historical  standpoint.  It  is 
still  so  recent  that  the  world  has  failed  to 
realize  yet  its  full  significance.  It  is  epochal, 
immeasurably  important  in  its  bearing  on  the 
future  of  the  human  race. 

What  form  the  new  government  will  take 
has  not  yet  been  decided  and  the  chief  interest 
at  present  centers  in  the  provisional  govern- 
ment that  has  been  formed.  In  this  con- 
nection it  is  interesting  to  quote  from  an 
article  by  Isaac  Don  Irvine  in  the  American 
B,eview  of  Reviews,  describing  the  leaders  of 
the  revolution  who  now  control  the  destinies 
of  the  Russian  nation: 

Dangers  there  still  are  in  the  path  of  the 
new  Russia,  but  the  new  government  is  com- 
posed of  men  of  sterling  ability  and  profound 
vision.  The  Committee  of  Safety  proceeded 
to  form  a  new  Cabinet  as  soon  as  the  old 
government  had  been  overthrown.  It  is  the 
most  fortunate,  the  most  gifted,  the  most 
expert  Cabinet  that  ever  took  over  the  helm 
of  a  nation  after  a  revolution.  It  represents 
the  cream  of  Russia,  the  noblest  sons  of  which 
have  been  drafted  into  its  ranks.  It  has  the 
ability  to  steer  Russia  safely  to  victory  and 
an  era  of  light  and  liberty  and  justice.  It  has 
the  vision  and  the  idealism  necessary  to  make 
Russia  not  a  mere  member  of  the  family  of 
democracies  in  the  world,  but  a  great  and  fit 
leader  of  humanity. 

Prince  George  Lvoff,  the  new  Russian 
Premier,  is  the  Russian  Lloyd  George.  A  man 
of  royal  extraction,  for  he  is  a  descendant  of 


Rurik,  the  first  Russian  ruler,  Lvoff  is  a 
democrat  to  the  last  fibre  of  his  constitution. 
A  man  of  prodigious  working  capacity,  of 
enormous  business  experience  accumulated  in 
the  course  of  his  Presidency  of  the  All-Rus- 
sian Zemstvo  Union,  of  penetrating  vision, 
Lvoff  is  also  a  great  humanitarian.  His 
heart  as  well  as  his  house  is  open  to  all. 
Charming  in  his  humility,  mild-tempered,  but 
steadfast,  the  Prime  Minister  of  the  new  Rus- 
sia is  the  only  man  in  the  empire  who  can 
command  the  respect  of  all  factions  and 
parties. 

Perhaps  the  latter  trait  is  the  most  im- 
portant of  all.  For  party  strife  is  more  bit- 
ter in  Russia  than  in  the  United  States  or 
Great  Britain.  Russia  and  France  \vill  fall 
into  the  same  category  in  regard  to  faction- 
alism. Every  big  Russian  leader  is  neces- 
sarily an  active  party  man.  Prince  Lvoff  is 
probably  the  only  eminent  Russian  liberal  who 
has  never  become  an  active  party  man. 
Nominally  he  is  a  member  of  the  Constitu- 
tional Democrats.  In  actuality  he  devoted 
himself  to  constructive  work  under  the  old 
regime,  while  the  other  Russian  liberals  in- 
dulged in  fiery  oratory  and  futile  denuncia- 
tion. 

The  Russian  revolution  is  in  a  great  meas- 
ure the  product  of  one  man's  work.  This  man 
is  Prince  Lvoff.  History  will  in  all  pro- 
bability call  him  the  father  of  the  Russian 
revolution.  For  the  Russian  revolution  could 
not  have  been  successful  without  the  army. 
And  no  man  in  Russia  did  more  toward  win- 
ning the  army  than  Lvoff.  He  created  the 
All-Russian  Zemstvo  Union,  which  began 
thirty  months  ago  with  fifteen  men  and  has 
developed  into  an  organization  numbering 
one  million  social  workers.  These  workers 
have  done  and  are  doing  but  one  thing — help- 
ing the  army.  The  latter  slowly  came  to  ap- 
preciate the  work  of  the  Zemstvo  Union.  It 
perceived  that  it  was  not  the  government  but 
the  Zemstvos  who  took  real  care  of  the  army. 


who  supplied  it  with  food,  medical  assistance, 
munitions,  reading-rooms,  and  actual  support 
and  affection.  The  Zemstvos  thus  alienated 
the  army  from  the  Czar,  with  the  resulting 
overthrow  of  autocracy  and  the  possible  erec- 
tion of    a    Russian    republic.       And    Prince 


— From  the  Evening  Post  {New  York). 
The  Duma  now  holds  the  sceptre. 

Lvoff,  history  will  remember,  has  brought 
about  the  transformation  of  the  army's  tradi- 
tional status. 

Russia's  Foreign  Minister,  Paul  Miliukov,  is 
to-day  the  most  capable  Foreign  Minister  in 
the  world.  The  speaker  of  about  a  dozen 
foreign  languages,  a  student  of  history,  an 
author  and  journalist  of  note,  Miliukov  is  also 


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a  practical  statesman  of  first  rank. 
He  is  the  leader  of  the  Constitutional 
Democrats,  the  editor  of  the  great 
liberal  paper,  "Retch,"  and  undoubt- 
edly the  foremost  authority  in  the 
world  on  the  Constantinople  and  the 
Dardanelles  question.  For  ten  years 
he  led  the  Russian  democracy.  His 
speeches  in  the  Duma  were  historical 
events.  He  wrecked  the  Sturmer 
Ministry  with  his  memorable  indict- 
ment of  Sturmer  for  pro-Germanism 
from  the  platform  of  the  Duma  on 
November  15  last.  He  hammered 
ceasely  and  convincingly  at  the  tot- 
tering institution  of  Czarism.  No 
single  man  in  the  empire  did  so  much 
toward  the  creation  of  liberal  senti- 
ment in  the  nation  and  the  solidifica- 
tion of  the  popular  opposition  against 
the  government. 

At  the  head  of  the  War  and  Navy 
ministries  has  been  put  Alexander 
Guchkoff,  the  head  of  the  Committee 
for  the  Mobilization  of  War  In- 
dustries. Next  to  Prince  Lvoff,  the 
new  War  Minister  is  the  foremost  ex- 
pert in  the  Cabinet.  He  is  the  Rus- 
sian counterpart  of  the  French  Al- 
bert Thomas,  only  his  achievements 
have  been  more  marvelous.  To  mobil- 
ize Russia's  industries,  and  to  create 
new  ones  there,  is  many  times  more 
difficult  than  to  do  the  same  in 
France.  For  Russian  is  industrially 
the  most  backward  nation  in  Europe. 
But  the  war's  demands  were  so  tre- 
mendous and  the  government's  in- 
competence so  glaring  that  all  organ- 
ization was  created  with  help  of  the 
Duma  for  the  purpose  of  increasing 
Russia's  production  of  war  materials. 
At  head  of  this  organization  stood 
Guchkoff.  What  this  organization  did 
is  hardly  credible.  It  developed  and 
transformed  industrial  Russia  to  the 
highest  state  of  efficiency.  It  multiplied 
Russia's  output  of  munitions  hundred- 
fold. And  without  this  body  the  Rus- 
sian army  would  have  never  delivered 
that  staggering  blow  at  Austria  in  1916.  The 
army  appreciates  this.  To  put  Guchkofi  at 
the  head  of  it  means  pushing  the  war  to  the 
limit  with  an  army  that  has  the  fullest  con- 
fidence in  its  chief. 

Russia's  Minister  of  Agriculture,  Shinga- 
reff,  is  another  phenomenal  person.  He  is  a 
graduate  of  a  medical  college,  and  was  a  rural 
physician  years  ago.  His  works  on  the  sani- 
tation of  peasants  had  attracted  wide  atten- 
tion. A  man  of  keen  observation  power,  of 
enormous  capacity  for  work,  Shingareflf  be- 
came one  of  the  leading  members  of  the  Duma 
when  elected  a  Deputy  there  from  Petrograd. 
At  the  outbreak  of  the  war  he  identified  him- 
self with  the  Military  Committee  of  the  Duma. 
He  soon  developed  into  its  leading  genius. 
Cooperating  with  Guchkoff,  he  contributed  a 
vast  amount  of  work  to  the  cause  of  national 
defense.  Last  year  he  visited  the  allied  coun- 
tries as  a  member  of  the  Parliamentary  dele- 
gation. He  studied  England's,  France's,  and 
Italy's  war  preparations  and  brought  home 
with  him  much  knowledge  that  he  was  pre- 
vented from  applying  to  conditions  in  Russia 
by  the  old  regime. 

Shingareff  is  considered  the  foremost  or- 
ganizer in  Russia.  His  appointment  will  be 
nailed  with  universal  joy  by  the  people.  For 
the  Ministry  of  Agriculture  has  charge  of  the 
food  situation.  Shingareff  is  sure  to  solve 
It  quickly  and  satisfactorily.  He  will  then 
devote  his  energies  toward  the  improvement 
of  the  moujik's  lot.  His  career  began  in  the 
midst  of  the  peasantry  and  he  will  be  happy 
to  be  able  to  ease  the  conditions  of  the  hun- 
dred and  twenty  million  Russians  who  till 
the  soil  in  the  sweat  of  their  brow  without 
opportunity  to  partake  of  life's  benefits  and 
opportunities. 

A  spectacular  and  revolutionary  individual 
is  the  new  Minister  of  Justice,  Kerenski.  He 
is  the  only  socialist  in  the  Russian  Cabinet. 
A  brilliant  orator,  a  gifted  lawyer,  he  was 
elected  to  the  Duma  as  a  representative  of 
the  Labor  party.  No  man  in  the  empire 
would  fit  the  post  of  Minister  of  Justice 
better  than  Kerenski.  Justice  is  his  passion, 
his  ruling  idea,  his  very  soul.  When  Gen- 
eral    Sukhomlinoff,    the    traitorous    ex-War 


— Bernard  Partridge  in  Punch,  London. 
THE  ROAD  TO  VICTORY. 
Germany:  "Are  we  nearly  there,  All  Highest?" 
All  Highest:  "Yes,  we're  getting  near  the  end  now." 


Minister,  was  captured  by  the  people  in  the 
course  of  the  revolution  and  was  about  to  be 
executed  Kerenski  suddenly  appeared  at  the 
place.  If  Sukhomlinoff  was  a  traitor,  pleaded 
the  Minister  of  Justice,  he  will  be  executed  by 
the  government.  He  asked  to  let  the  courts 
determine  if  he  was  guilty.  His  argu- 
ment calmed  the  crowd  and  the  ex-War 
Minister  was  handed  over  to  the  authorities 
and  held  for  trial. 

Russia  is  to  become  fully  civilized  within 
the  briefest  time  possible.  The  new  Minister 
of  Education  will  see  to  that.  The  ex-pre- 
sident of  the  Moscow  University,  Professor 
Manuilov,  symbolizes  in  the  new  Cabinet 
erudition  and  free  thought.  He  is  the  editor 
of  the  great  Moscow  daily,  Russkia  Vedo- 
mostL  The  Russian  intelligentsia  will  wel- 
come Manuilov  to  the  post  of  Minister  of 
Education,  for  he  has  suffered  with  the  rest 
of  Russia  at  the  hands  of  the  autocratic 
regime.  He  was  ousted  from  the  presidency 
of  the  Moscow  University  by  the  reactionary 
government.  No  better  man  could  have  been 
chosen  for  the  important  post  he  holds. 

A  fierce  advocate  of  the  rights  of  oppressed 
nationalities  is  N.  V.  Nekrasoff,  the  newly 
appointed  Minister  of  Communications.  He 
has  had  a  great  deal  of  experience  in  connec- 
tion with  transportation  problems  while  serv- 
ing on  the  various  Duma  committees  which 
tackled  the  country's  transportation  difficul- 
ties. Nekrasoff  was  Vice-President  of  the 
Duma.  He  was  also  one  of  the  leading  mem- 
bers of  the  Constitutional  Democracy. 

A.  Konovaloff,  Minister  of  Trade  and  Com- 
merce, is  the  son  of  a  famous  Moscow  merch- 
ant and  the  head  of  a  great  mercantile  estab- 
lishment. He  has  early  identified  himself  with 
the  Russian  liberal  movement,  for  the  corrup- 
tion dominating  the  old  regime,  more  than 
anything  else,  proved  to  him  the  unfitness  of 
the  Czar's  government.  Konovaloff  is  not  the 
only  professional  business  man  in  the  Cabinet. 
Terestchenko,  the  Minister  of  Finance,  is 
another.  The  latter  is  one  of  the  wealthiest 
men  in  the  country.  He  is  Russia's  greatest 
philanthropist.  He  comes  of  a  celebrated 
Kieff  family  and  is  a  radical  by  nature.  It 
would  be  hard  to  find  a  man  in  Russia  to 
match  Terestchenko  as  Minister  of  Finance. 


The  new  Controller  of  the  State, 
•Godneff,  has  been  one  of  the  Duma's 
most  industrious  workers.  Godneff  is 
on  Octobrist,  representing  the  mod- 
erate element  in  the  nation.  Before 
the  war  the  Octobrist  party  was  a 
conservative  body.  The  war  has  made 
it  very  progressive.  Rodzianko,  the 
head  of  the  Committee  of  Safety,  is 
also  the  leader  of  the  Octobrists. 
Rodzianko's  reluctance  to  take  office 
has  probably  led  to  the  appointment 
of  Godneff.  As  a  leading  member  of 
the  Duma's  financial  committee,  God- 
neff will  undoubtedly  prove  the  right 
man  for  the  post. 

The  new  Russian  government  is 
nearly  ideal.  It  is  not  headed  by  pro- 
fessional revolutionists,  visionary 
agitators,  or  narrow  doctrinaires.  At 
the  helm  of  Russia  to-day  stands  a 
group  of  men  representing  civiliza- 
tion at  its  best,  democracy  at  its  high- 
est stage,  sane  statesmanship  and  de- 
cisive action. 

The  revolution  began  in  the  Duma. 
Circumscribed  though  its  political 
powers  were,  the  Duma  gradually 
came  to  exercise  a  broad  influence  on 
public  opinion  in  Russia  and  in  that 
manner  paved  the  way  for  the  out- 
break. Arthur  Ruhl  contributes  to 
Collier's  an  interesting  picture  of  the 
Duma: 

In  general  appearance  and  arrange- 
ment the  Russian  Lower  House  is  not 
unlike  similar  gatherings  in  our  part 
of  the  world.  The  deputies  sit  at 
desks  in  a  semi-circular  hall,  lighted 
from  above,  with  a  president  or 
speaker  looking  down  on  them  from  a 
desk  a  little  above  the  tribune  into 
which  each  deputy  ascends  as  he  ad- 
dresses the  house.  Reactionary  dele- 
gates sit  on  the  right,  and  the  house 
grows  more  liberal  the  further  left, 
you  go,  through  the  moderate  liberals 
of  the  center  to  the  Social  Democrats  of  the 
extreme  left.  There  are  a  dozen  or  more  politi- 
cal groups,  but  nearly  three-quarters  of  the 
442  members  now  act  together  in  the  "Progres- 
sive bloc."  This  coalition  occupies  the  center 
of  the  house  and  includes  the  Octobrists — so 
called  from  the  Constitutionalist  Manifesto 
of  October,  1905— led  by  Mr.  Guchkoff;  the 
Constitutional  Democrats,  or  Cadets,  the  best- 
organized  and  most  active  party  in  the  house; 
and  the  Progressives,  who  sit  between  them. 

There  are  a  few  peasant  deputies  with 
trousers  tucked  into  their  boots,  and  on  the 
right  several  priests  with  hair  falling  on  their 
shoulders,  blue  cossacks,  and  crosses  on  chains 
hung  about  their  necks.  Most  of  the  other 
deputies  wear  frock  coats  or  business  suits 
and  look  much  as  such  gatherings  would  else- 
where. Some,  indeed,  particularly  in  the 
center  of  the  house  are  quite  "western" — Mr. 
Maklakov,  for  instance,  one  of  the  Cadet 
leaders,  and  perhaps  the  best  speaker  in  the 
house.  He  was  introducing  an  interesting 
and  important  bill  increasing  the  rights  of 
peasants  on  one  of  the  days  when  I  visited 
the  Duma.  The  chamber  was  full  that  after- 
noon, as  it  always  is  when  he  speaks,  several 
rather  long-drawn-out  discussions  of  what 
was  happening  in  the  cold-storage  warehouses 
were  abridged,  and  the  deputies,  most  of 
whom  had  gone  out  for  a  glass  of  tea,  Rus- 
sian-fashion, before  Maklakov's  turn  came, 
were  all  ears  when  the  Cadet  deputy  ascended 
the  tribune. 


CONFEDERATION 
ARTICLES 

On  July  1,  the  Dominion  will 
be  fifty  years  old !  The  July 
issue  of  MacLean's  will  con- 
tain a  number  of  extremely 
good  articles  and  stories  dealing 
with  Confederation. 


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The  Defences  of  New  York 


How  the  American  Metropolis   Would 
Stand  Siege  From  the  Sea. 


r^  ITIZEXS  of  New  York,  now  that  their 
^^  country  is  at  war,  are  beginning  to  ask 
themselves  what  would  happen  if  German 
warships  stood  off  Long  Island  and  started 
to  drop  shells  in  the  direction  of  Manhat- 
tan. The  Woolworth  Building  would  make  a 
grand  target  for  naval  gunnery. 

A  writer  in  the  New  York  Sun,  Mr.  Robert 
G.  Skerrett,  asks  and  answers  the  questions: 
What  is  the  present  state  of  New  York's  de- 
fenses?   In  what  do  they  consist? 

Perhaps  it  is  not  generally  known  that 
according  to  International  law  New  York  is 
technically  a  fortified  city,  and  as  such  is 
properly  open  to  bombardment.  This  is  be- 
cause the  military  authorities  have  placed  at 
strategic  points  along  the  shore  approaches 
great  rifles  and  batteries  of  hidden  mortars 
which  have  a  range  over  wide  areas  of  near 
and  distant  waters.  When  these  guns  and 
batteries  were  first  placed  in  position  it  was 
planned  that  they  would  hold  the  enemy  so 
far  off  that  none  of  his  projectiles  could  fall 
within  the  city's  limits.  This  calculation, 
however,  has  been  wholly  upset  by  the  great 
increase  in  the  range  of  battleship  fire.  The 
only  thing  that  would  now  prevent  a  bom- 
bardment from  the  shore  would  be  the  inter- 
vention of  our  own  fleet. 

This  leads  Mr.  Skerrett  to  consider  the 
practical  question  whether  our  navy  could 
intercept  a  determined  enemy  and  prevent 
him  from  getting  within  striking  distance  of 
New  York.  On  the  Atlantic  coast  to-day  we 
have  thirteen  dreadnoughts,  one  pre-dread- 
nought,  and  two  armored  cruisers.  Then 
there  are  battleships  and  armored  cruisers 
constituting  the  reserve  force  of  the  Atlantic 
Fleet,  numbering  in  all  nineteen  ships.  Among 
these  ships,  however,  many  are  out-of-date 
and  incapable  of  doing  more  than  constitut- 
ing a  second  line  of  defense  and  at  the  pre- 
sent time  there  are  not  enough  men  avail- 
able to  man  them.  Mr.  Skerrett  thinks  it  is 
doubtful  whether  more  than  a  third  of  this 
reserve  force  would  be  able  to  render  a  good 
account  of  itself  in  an  engagement  with 
swift   battlecraft   of   the   up-to-date   sort. 

We  have  with  the  active  fleet  fifty  de- 
stroyers   in    the    Atlantic,    and    none    in    re- 


latter  class  of  vessels  our  force  on  the  At- 
lantic seaboard  is  composed  of  twenty-three 
craft,  six  of  which  are  stationed  in  the  Canal 
Zone;  three  others  are  assigned  to  experi- 
mental work  and  are  not  considered  effective 
military  units.  This  leaves  immediately  avail- 
able but  fourteen  submarines  for  the  defense 
of  the  Atlantic  seaboard,  with  a  total  stretch 
of  2,435  nautical  miles.  It  is  said  that  Ger- 
many has  one  submarine  for  every  two  miles 
of  her  North  Sea  coast,  and  so  has  been  able 
to  safeguard  her  shores  against  Great  Bri- 
tain's vastly  superior  sea  strength. 

Suppose  now  that  an  European  power  at 
war  with  the  United  States  should  decide  to 
risk  sending  an  army  of  invasion  100,000 
strong.  Such  a  situation  has,  in  fact,  been 
dealt  with  by  the  Navy  Department  as  one 
of  its  "problems."  Assuming  the  enemy's 
fleet  to  be  somewhat  stronger  than  our  own, 
it  was  found  that  their  battle-cruisers  would 
have  no  difliculty  in  reducing  our  scouting 
line  by  more  than  one-half  in  the  first  attack, 
because  the  enemy's  battle-cruisers  had  more 
speed  than  any  of  our  cruisers,  and  also  had 
very  much  more  powerful  batteries.  Having 
driven  our  scouts  in  on  our  main  body,  the 
enemy  knew  exactly  where  our  heavy  ships 
were  located  and  was  able  to  land  his  troops 
from  the  transport  ships.  This  outcome  of  a 
problem  in  naval  strategy  was  reported  about 
a  year  ago  to  some  inquiring  Congressmen 
by  Rear-Admiral  Sims.  It  would  seem  that 
our  navy's  lack  of  .proper  scouting  craft 
makes  it  possible  for  a  powerful  foe  to  elude 
our  main  battle  fleet,  while  luring  it  away 
from  the  point  chosen  for  the  landing  of  an 


invading  army.  If,  then.  New  York  should 
be  the  enemy's  objective  what  may  be  counted 
on  as  a  means  of  defense  ? 

As  already  explained,  an  enemy's  fleet 
does  not  have  to  be  exposed  to  the  sweep  of 
our  12-inch  rifles  and  mortars  mounted  at 
Sandy  Hook  or  Forts  Wadsworth  and  Ham- 
ilton at  the  Narrows,  but  by  taking  station  in 
the  deep  water  south  of  Rockaway  Beach  it 
might  destroy  the  Brooklyn  Naval  Yard,  the 
oil  works  at  Bayonne,  or  bombard  a  large 
section  of  the  city  without  fear  of  injury 
from  any  of  our  sea-coast  batteries. 

It  would  take  too  long  to  build  and  mount 
the  14-inch  and  16-inch  guns  now  required 
to  hold  off  an  enemy  from  New  York  Bay, 
but  several  smaller  pieces  have  been  placed 
at  Rockaway  Beach. 

The  eastern  approach  to  Long  Island  Sound 
remains  to  be  considered.  There,  too,  it  has 
been  the  intentiou  to  place  16-inch  guns  in  a 
heavily  armored  turret,  but  the  plans  are 
not  yet  finished.  A  hostile  army  could  be 
landed  inside  of  Moivtauk  Point  and  from 
there  the  Long  Island  Railroad  would  furnish 
a  comparatively  easy  path  of  approach  to  the 
city,  which  might  soon  be  brought  under  the 
fire  of  siege  guns.  In  that  event  the  only 
chance  to  block  the  enemy  would  be  to  meet 
him  as  far  from  the  city  as  possible,  and  to 
interpose  an  equal  if  not  larger  force.  It 
would  be  necessary  to  cover  a  front  extending 
from  the  north  shore  of  the  island  to  the 
Atlantic  side.  As  to  transport  service,  it  has 
been  estimated  that  there  are  available  in 
Greater  New  York  enough  automobiles  and 
auto  trucks  to  move  150,000  fighting  men  in  a 
short  time.  This  kind  of  transport  might  be 
greatly  needed  in  checking  an  enemy's  ad- 
vance on  Long  Island. 


A  New  Cure  for  Rheumatism 


Remarkable  Results  Are  Ascribed  to  the 
New  Treatment. 


serve  to  make  up  for  losses  or  break-downs. 
Thus,  in  case  of  hostilities,  our  battle  fleet 
would  be  hampered  in  maintaining  an  effec- 
tive screen,  or  in  dealing  promptly  and  vig- 
orously with  enemy   submarines.     As   to   the 


'  I  ''  HE  announcement  of  a  new  method  of 
-*■  treating  rheumatism  is  contained  in  an 
article  contained  in  an  article  from  Henry 
Smith  Williams,  M.D.,  in  Hearst's  Magazine. 
It  is  a  somewhat  revolutionary  treatment  and 
the  writer  very  frankly  anticipates  the  oppo- 
sition of  the  medical  profession  or,  at  best, 
a  long  continued  degree  of  skepticism.  His 
description  of  the  new  method,  which  con- 
sists of  the  administration  of  non-specific  pro- 
teins, is  a  somewhat  technical  one,  but  is 
quoted  herewith  for  the  interest  it  must  hold 
as  an   important  medical   discovery: 

It  is  interesting  to  recall  that  the  discovery 
of  the  value  of  the  non-specific  protein 
method  in  this  connection  was  made  by  my 
colleague  quite  by  accident.  A  patient  suf- 
fering from  the  exceedingly  painful  condition 
termed  rheumatoid  arthritis  —  technically 
called  arthritis  deformans  because  it  tends  to 
bring  about  the  disability  exemplified  by  the 
"ossified  man"  in  the  circus — was  being  treat- 
ed with  non-specific  vegetable  proteins  for 
quite  a  different  malady.  Presently  the  pa- 
tient called  attention  to  the  fact  that  she  was 
beginning  to  use  her  hands,  as  she  had  not 
been  able  to  do  for  a  long  time.  For  ex- 
ample she  could  button  her  clothes.  More- 
over, her  pains,  hitherto  very  persistent  and 
exasperating,    were    relieved. 

Improvement  was  progressive.  Swelling 
and  tenderness  of  the  joints  decreased.  A 
large  measure  of  freedom  of  movement  was 
restored.  The  patient  could  now  use  her 
hands  for  all  ordinary  purposes,  whereas  for 
many  months  before  they  had  been  absolutely 
useless.  She  was  now  able  to  write,  and  could 
use  a  needle  in  sewing.  'The  bony  changes 
about  the  joints  were  not  modified,  but  the 
surrounding  inflammatory  swellings  decreased 
and  there  was  entire  freedom  from  pain. 

As  the  case  had  proved  utterly  intractable 
to  all  previous  methods  of  treatment,  it 
seemed  reasonable  to  suppose  that  the  im- 
provement might  be  ascribed  to  the  protein 
medication.      To    test    the    matter,    the    same 


treatment  was  administered  to  a  second 
patient  suffering  from  rheumatoid  arthritis 
of  a  very  severe  type  that  had  absolutely  re- 
sisted a  great  variety  of  therapeutic  mea- 
sures, including  careful  dieting,  regulation  of 
functioning  of  the  digestive  tract,  and  the 
administration  of  a  variety  of  vaccines.  At 
the  time  of  her  first  visit  this  patient  suffered 
intensely  from  inflamed  rheumatic  joints  of 
the  hands,  wrists,  elbows,  ankles,  and  knees. 
She  was  carried  into  the  office,  being  unable 
to  walk.  Pain  was  so  intense  that  she  took 
large  doses  of  anodyne  regularly. 

Under  non-specific  protein  treatment  (ad- 
ministered hypodermically,  of  course)  the 
patient's  improvement  was  gradual  but  de- 
finite, and  she  finally  reached  and  maintained 
a  state  of  health  satisfactory  in  every  re- 
spect. The  infiltration  and  thickening  of  soft 
tissues  about  the  joints  was  entirely  relieved; 
pain  disappeared,  so  that  anodynes  were  no 
longer  required;  and  normal  activities  were 
restored.  During  the  course  of  the  treatment 
the  patient  gained  twenty-four  pounds  in 
weight.  Her  general,  health  became  excel- 
lent. Presently  she  was  able  not  only  to 
conduct  ordinary  household  activities,  using 
her  hands  with  perfect  freedom  and  comfort 
for  such  mechanical  operations  as  writing, 
fine  sewing,  and  the  like,  but  she  was  also 
able  to  indulge  in  such  vigorous  outdoor  re- 
creations as  playing  tennis  and  swimming. 

In  a  word,  she  was  restored  to  a  condition 
of  functional  normality;  and  this  was  fully 
maintained  when  the  patient  was  last  seen, 
many  months  after  the  cessation  of  treat- 
ment. 

After  such  results  were  noted,  the  treat- 
ment was  applied,  as  a  matter  of  course,  to 
other  cases,  and  our  confidence  in  the  method 
has  seemed  to  be  abundantly  justified.  And 
latterly,  reports  have  begun  to  appear  in 
which  other  physicians,  working  quite  inde- 
pendently, and  using  various  protein  extracts, 
record  comparable  gratifying  experiences. 
Sometimes  it  happens  that  the  physician  who 
first  uses  a  new  line  of  treatment  gets  re- 
sults that  others  are  not  able  to  duplicate. 
In  this  case,  however,  the  new  method  is  de- 
monstrating its  efficacy  in  various  hands. 
The  results  appear  to  be  definite  and  un- 
equivocal. 

Thus  we  find  two  Chicago  physicians  re- 
porting recently  a  series  of  cases  of  acute. 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


sub-acute  and  chronic  rheumatism  treated 
with  non-specific  proteins  with  very  striking 
results.  These  physicians  adopted  a  more 
heroic  dosage  than  we  think  advisable,  giving 
thirty  minims  of  a  four  per  cent,  protein 
solution,  whereas  we  usually  begin  with  five 
minims  of  a  two  per  cent  solution  and  increase 
the  dose  gradually.  When  their  supply  of  spe- 
cially prepared  protein  ran  short,  they  sub- 
stituted the  proteins  comprised  in  the  bodies 
of  dead  typhoid  bacilli — not  because  they  con- 
ceived that  there  is  any  relation  between 
typhoid  fever  and  rheumatism,  but  because 
they  believed  the  action  to  be  a  general  re- 
sponse that  could  be  invoked  by  one  form  of 
protein  as  well  as  by  another. 

The  results  justified  the  expectation.  Of 
the  first  ten  cases  of  acute  rheumatism  thus 
treated,  three  were  seemingly  cured  by  a 
single  heroic  dose  (150,000,000  dead  typhoid 
bacilli).  A  fever  was  induced  which  ter- 
minated by  crisis,  and  the  joint  tenderness 
began  to  disappear  almost  immediately,  and 
within  from  twelve  to  twenty-four  hours  the 
joints  were  apparently  normal.  The  seven 
remaining  cases  yielded  completely  after  re- 
ceiving three  or  four  doses. 

Results  no  less  satisfactory  were  obtained 
in  cases  of  subacute  rheumatism  of  from  three 
to  nine  months'  duration.  Great  relief  fol- 
lowed a  single  injection,  and  after  three  or 
four  injections  the  patient  could  move  his 
joints  with  comfort,  could  dispense  with  his 
cane,  and  in  general  showed  most  gratifying 
improvement. 

Such  results,  where  a  malady  hitherto  so 
intractable  as  rheumatism  is  in  question, 
are  nothing  less  than  spectacular.  Person- 
ally I  do  not  recommend  or  use  the  heroic 
dosage  employed  by  the  Chicago  physicians. 
Nor  do  I  think  it  advisable  to  use  typhoid  or 
any  other  pathogenic  (ie.,  disease-produc- 
ing) bacteria,  so  long  as  non-toxic  proteins 
may  be  extracted  from  numberless  vegetable 
substances.  But  these  are  technical  details 
that  sink  into  significance  in  comparison  with 
the  broad  general  observation  that  the  pro- 
tein method  furnishes  a  new  equipment — 
medicines,  etc. — for  the  physician  in  dealing 
with  one  of  the  most  painful  and  hitherto 
baffling  of  maladies. 

It  remains  to  say  a  few  words  as  to  the 
probable  manner  in  which  the  non-specific 
proteins  operate  to  produce  the  spectacular 
results  above  quoted.  Here  we  enter  the 
realm  of  theory,  but  not  without  guide- 
marks  of  a  pretty  definite  character.  The 
clue  is  found  in  the  observation  that  rheu- 
matism is  very  commonly  associated  in  its 
origin  with  some  source  of  infection,  from 
which  there  is  absorption  of  septic  matter. 
Not  long  ago  it  was  pretty  generally  sup- 
posed that  the  infection  might  usually  be 
traced  to  a  particular  type  of  bacterium 
called  a  diplococcus,  the  favorite  haunt  of 
which  is  the  tonsil.  Acting  on  this  hypothe- 
sis, it  became  customary  to  make  a  culture 
of  this  diplococcus,  and  from  this  culture  to 
prepare  a  vaccine  to  be  used  in  the  treatment 
of  rheumatism.  This  treatment,  associated 
with  the  removal  of  the  tonsils,  sometimes 
produces  very  gratifying  results.  But,  on 
the  other  hand,  it  was  frequently  disappoint- 
ing, the  rheumatic  condition  continuing  after 
the  supposed  source  of  infection  had  been 
permanently   eradicated. 

Then  it  began  to  be  apparent  that  the 
sources  of  infection  might  be  much  more  gen- 
eral; and  gradually  the  idea  has  gained 
ground  that  the  underlying  cause  of  the  dis- 
turbance that  manifests  itself  in  inflamma- 
tory conditions  about  the  joints  is  a  disturb- 
ance of  protein  metabolism  of  whatever  origin 
— that  is  to  say,  a  failure  of  the  bodily  organ- 
ism to  make  effective  disposal  of  the  album- 
inoid matter  that  comes  to  it,  whether  through 
the  agency  of  bacteria  or  merely  as  partly  un- 
digested food  products.  That  is  why  an  excess 
of  meat  in  the  diet  may  tend  to  induce  the 
rheumatic  condition,  by  unduly  taxing  the 
organs  of  digestion  and  assimilation. 

But  if,  as  thus  suggested,  the  rheumatic 
condition  implies  an  excess  of  protein-pro- 
ducts in  the  system,  how  can  we  hope  to 
remedy  this  state  of  things  by  introducing 
more  proteins? 

That  does  seem  a  puzzle.  But  the  solu- 
tion is  found  in  the  fact  that  the  non-specific 
proteins  introduced  hypodermically  as  medi- 
caments are  of  a  different  type  from  the  pro- 


teins already  present,  and  that  the  system 
responds  to  these  new  intruders  in  a  manner 
more  vigorous  than  that  of  its  response  to  the 
agents  to  which  it  has  become  accustomed. 
The  nature  of  the  response  consists  in  the 
calling  out  of  the  bodily  agents  capable  of 
dealing  with  protein  products.  These 
agents,  according  to  the  newest  theory,  are 
the  blood  corpuscles;  in  particular,  the  type 
of  leucocytes  known  as  large  monocytes  (to 
deal  with  the  full-sized  protein  molecule)  artd 
the  red  corpuscles  (to  deal  with  the  end- 
products  of  protein  digestion). 

The  new  treatment,  thus  interpreted,  fur- 
nishes another  illustration  of  the  modern 
doctrine    that    safety    against    disease  is    to 


be  found  rather  in  the  fortification  of  the  bod- 
ily mechanism  than  in  the  search  for  specific 
remedies.  If  your  system  is  in  really  robust 
condition,  you  are  practically  invulnerable  to 
the  attacks  of  the  disease  germs.  There  is 
every  premium  on  "preparedness."  It  is  wise 
to  avoid  undue  exposure  to  the  elements 
(getting  chilled,  wet  feet,  etc.),  whith  re- 
duces your  store  of  bodily  energy  and  makes 
you  susceptible  to  infections;  but  it  is  wiser 
still  to  endeavor  by  proper  hygiene  to  keep 
yourself  in  such  condition  that  your  reserve 
energy  will  suffice  to  guard  you  against  un- 
pleasant consequences  should  you,  on  occa- 
sion, be  caught  out  in  a  storm  without  rub- 
bers or  umbrella. 


The  British  Army  of  To-day 


A  Word  Picture  of  a  Wonderfully  Effici- 
ent War  Machine. 


'  I  ^  HE  British  army  as  it  is  constituted  to- 
■*■  day  is  a  wonderfully  efficient  machine. 
So  James  H.  Siraonds  describes  it  in  the 
American  Review  of  Reviews.  He  says,  in 
part: 

My  readers  are  familiar  with  the  fact  that 
I  have  been  at  times  a  severe  critic  of  the 
British  army,  although  most  of  my  criticisms 
have  agreed  with  the  comment  of  British 
writers  themselves  or  ha»e  been  justified  by 
the  evidence  that  became  available  in  the 
end.  It  was  for  this  reason  that  I  found  my 
visit  to  the  British  front  of  great  interest. 
In  the  course  of  it  I  met  Sir  Douglas  Haig, 
the  commander-in-chief,  the  commanders  of 
two  of  the  five  armies,  and  also  two  of  the 
generals  commanding  corps  in  the  sector 
which  is  now  attracting  world-wide  attention. 

As  a  result  of  this  experience  I  should  say 
this:  In  all  the  things  that  are  considered 
the  machinery  of  an  army,  the  British  have 
now  passed  both  the  Germans  and  the  French. 
Their  equipment,  their  armory  of  heavy  artil- 
lery, their  stocks  of  munitions,  are  unequalled, 
and  their  soldiers  are  cared  for  and  provided 
for  as  are  no  other  troops  about  whom  I  know 
anything.  In  the  mere  matter  of  heavy  artil- 
lery the  British  are  now  firing  four  shells  to 
the  Germans'  one,  and  at  the  Battle  of  the 
Somme  their  air  service  took  and  retained 
absolute  control  of  the  air. 

In  the  first  battles  the  British  faced  heavy 
artillery  and  machine  guns  with  field  ar- 
tillery arid  rifles,  they  were  destitute  of  all 
the  utensils  of  trench  war,  and  the  Tommy 
was  compelled  to  manufacture  his  bombs  out 
of  meat  tins.  To-day  the  British  have  as 
many   trench  weapons  as   the   Germans,   and 


— From  Saturday  Evening  Post. 
The  Amateur  Stepmother. 


many  of  their  best  weapons,  the  products  of 
American  invention,  surpass  those  of  their 
opponents.  Nor  can  one  fail  to  realize,  rid- 
ing over  the  roads,  how  many  thousands  of 
motor  trucks  have  been  brought  over  and 
what  a  wealth  of  transport  has  been  assem- 
bled. Whole  new  railway  lines  have  been 
created  and  the  old  French  lines  have  been 
double-tracked.  Calais  and  Boulogne  have 
become  industrial  cities  given  over  to  army 
work,  and  Havre  outranks  Liverpool  as  a 
port  of  call  for  British  ships. 

Of  the  British  army,  one  might  say  that  it 
reminds  an  American  of  all  that  he  has  heard 
of  the  Army  of  the  Potomac  when  Grant 
came  to  it  in  1864.  It  is  a  volunteer  army 
largely  commanded  by  civilian  officers,  with 
its  high  commanders  drawn  frx)m  the  old 
regular  army,  but  proven  by  long  test  and 
representing  the  survival  of  the  fittest.  It 
represents  in  rank  and  file  the  best  of  the 
manhood  not  alone  of  the  United  Kingdom, 
but  of  Canada  and  Australia. 

I  do  not  think  anyone  would  claim  for 
this  army  the  military  efficiency  that  belonged 
to  the  German  army  that  entered  Belgium  in 
August,  1914;  I  do  not  believe  anyone  would 
claim  for  its  staff  and  army  commanders 
quite  the  combination  of  ability  and  training 
which  belonged  to  the  army  that  halted  the 
Germans  at  the  Marne  and  made  the  Battle 
of  the  Marne  the  greatest  battle  in  all  French 
history.  In  the  same  way  one  would  not 
have  compared  Grant's  army  with  the  army 
of  Moltke,  which  six  years  later  disposed  of 
the    French    Imperial    forces. 

But  the  new  British  army  is  something 
of  the  same  thing  that  Grant's  army  was; 
it  is  an  immense  sledge  h'\mmer,  made  up  of 
men  coming  from  the  best  manhood  of  the 
nation,  and  the  Germans,  like  the  French, 
have  already  lost  their  best  troops  in  battle. 
It  is  a  volunteer  army,  because  the  troops 
raised  by  conscription  have  only  just  begun 
to  cross  the  Channel,  and  it  is  a  volunteer 
army  led  by  men  who  have  the  experience  of 
more  than  two  years  of  war,  and  its  ranks 
are  filled  with  the  survivors  of  all  the  battles 
from  Mons  to  Bapaume;  it  is  a  veteran  army. 

And  the  spirit  of  the  British  army  is  this: 
For  two  years  the  men  in  the  ranks  have 
fought  off  the  Germans  and  held  on  while 
they  lacked  all  the  resources  of  modern  war- 
fare wTiich  belonged  to  Germany;  they  have 
oppo.5od  bodies  to  shells,  and  rifles  to  machine 
guns.  Hjiving  in  this  long  time  successfully 
held  on,  they  are  now  conscious  of  having  a 
superiority  in  all  that  machinery  me^ns  in 
war,  and  their  snirit  remains  the  snirit  of 
the  men  who  died  at  Ynres  when  the  odds 
were  five  to  one  and  the  losses  approached 
actual  annihilation. 

I  have  listened  to  the  stories  of  vouni?  offi- 
cers, whose  duty  it  was  to  head  forlorn  hones 
in  the  old  days,  or  to  hold  on  under  condi- 
tions that  held  out  no  chance  of  victory,  and 
in  th^e  stories  I  have  found  the  key  to  the 
present  temper  of  the  British  army.  In  those 
days  these  soldiers,  officers  and  men,  knew 
that  they  had  no  chance  of  victory,  little 
chance  of  life;  to-day  the  whole  British  army 
feels  that  it  has  better  than  an  even  chance. 
It  knows  the  slow  but  sure  decay  of  German 
morale  going  on  before  it,  and  it  has  a  con- 
viction of  victory  growing  as  the  lines  creep 
forward,  but  based  rather  on  the  human 
equation  than  on  the  war  map. 


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Sketches  at  the  French  front. 


Heroism  of  Big  Game  Hunter 


A  Tribute  by  Theodore  Roosevelt  to  the 
late  Frederick  Selous. 


ONE  of  the  heroes  of  the  great  war  whose 
death  caused  world-wide  regret  was  Fred- 
erick Courteney  Selous,  the  great  African 
explorer  and  big  game  hunter,  who  is  said  by 
some  to  have  been  the  original  of  Rider  Hag- 
gard's "Allan  Quartermain."  A  tribute  to  the 
memory  of  the  great  hunter  is  paid  by  Theo- 
dore Roosevelt  in  The  Outlook.  He  says,  in 
part: 

Last  December,  just  before  reaching  the 
age  of  sixty-five  years,  Selous,  the  great 
hunter-naturalist  and  explorer,  was  killed 
in  action  against  the  Germans  in  East  Africa. 
In  the  brief  press  despatches  it  is  stated  that 
he  was  shot  and  mortally  wounded,  but  con- 
tinued to  urge  forward  his  men  until  he  was 
hit  a  second  time  and  killed.  It  was  a  fit 
and  gallant  end  to  a  gallant  and  useful  life. 
In  John  Guille  Millais's  delightful  "Breath 
from  the  Veldt"  the  frontispiece,  by  Sir  John 
E.  Millais,  shows  the  "Last  Trek"  of  a  hunter, 
dying  beside  his  wagon  in  the  wilderness.  The 
hunter  in  this  picture  is  drawn  from  Selous. 
Many  of  us  used  to  think  that  it  was  the  death 
he  ought  to  die.  But  the  death  he  actually 
met  was  better  still. 

Selous  was  born  on  the  last  day  of  the 
year  1851.  Before  he  was  twenty  years  old  he 
went  to  South  Africa,  and  a  year  or  two  later 
he  embarked  on  the  career  of  a  professional 
elephant  hunter;  a  career  incredibly  wearing 
and  exhausting,  in  which  mortal  risk  was  a 
daily  incident.  For  a  quarter  of  a  century  he 
was  a  leading  figure  among  the  hard-bit  men 
who  pushed  ever  northward  the  frontier  of 
civilization.  His  life  was  one  of  hazard,  hard- 
ship, and  daring  adventure,  and  was  as  full  of 
romatic  interest  and  excitement  as  that  of  a 
viking  of  the  tenth  century.  He  hunted  the 
lion  and  the  elephant,  the  buffalo  and  the 
rhinoceros.  He  knew  the  extremes  of  fatigue 
in  following  the  heavy  game,  and  of  thirst 
when  lost  in  the  desert  wilderness.  He  was 
racked  by  fever.  Strange  and  evil  accidents 
befell  him.  He  faced  death  habitually  from 
hostile  saveges  and  from  the  grim  quarry  he 
hunted;  again  and  again  he  escaped  by  a 
hair's  breadth,  thanks  only  to  his  cool  head 
and  steady  hand.  Far  and  wide  he  wandered 
through  unknown  lands,  on  foot  or  on  horse- 
back, his  rifle  never  out  of  his  grasp,  only  his 
black  followers  bearing  him  company.  Some- 
times his  outfit  was  carried  in  a  huge  white- 
topped  wagon  drawn  by  sixteen  oxen,  while 
he  rode  in  advance  on  a  tough,  shabby  horse; 
sometimes  he  walked  at  the  head  of  a  line  of 
savage  burden-bearers.  He  camped  under  the 
stars,  in  the  vast  wastes,  with  the  ominous 
cries  of  questing  beasts  rising  from  the  dark- 
ness round  about.  It  was  a  wild  and  danger- 
ous life,  and  could  have  been  led  only  by  a 
man  with  a  heart  of  steel  and  a  frame  of  iron. 
There  were  other  men,  Dutch  and  English, 
who  led  the  same  hard  life  of  peril  and  adven- 
ture. Selous  was  their  match  in  daring  and 
endurance.     But,  in  addition,  he  was  a  highly 


intelligent  civilized  man,  with  phenomenal 
powers  of  observation  and  of  narration.- 
There  is  no  more  foolish  cant  than  to  praise 
the  man  of  action  on  the  ground  that  he  will 
not  or  cannot  tell  of  his  feats.  Of  course 
loquacious  boastfulness  renders  any  human 
being  an  intolerable  nuisance.  But,  except 
among  the  very  foremost  (and  sometimes 
among  these  also,  as  witness  innumerable  men 
from  Cffisar  to  Marco  Polo  and  Livingstone) 
the  men  of  action  who  can  tell  truthfully,  and 
with  power  and  charm,  what  they  have  seen 
and  done  add  infinitely  more  to  the  sum  of 
worthy  achievement  than  do  the  inarticulate 
ones,  whose  deeds  are  often  of  value  only  to 
themselves.  Selous  when  only  thirty  published 
his  "  Hunter's  Wanderings  in  Africa,"  than 
which  no  better  book  of  the  kind  has  ever  been 
written.  It  at  once  put  him  in  the  first  rank 
of  the  men  who  can  both  do  things  worth  do- 
inpr  and  write  of  them  books  worth  reading. 
He  had  the  gift  of  seeing  with  extraordinary 
truthfulness,  so  that  his  first-hand  observa- 
tions— as  in  the  case  of  the  "species"  of  black 
rhinoceros — are  of  prime  scientific  value.  He 
also  had  the  gift  of  relating  in  vivid  detail 
his  adventures;  in  speaking  he  was  even  better 
than  in  writing,  for  h'e  entered  with  voice  and 
gesture  so  thoroughly  into  the  part  that  he 
became  alternately  the  hunter  and  the  lion  or 
buffalo  with  which  he  battled. 

Elephant  hunting  in  South  Africa  as  a  pro- 
fit" ble  profession  became  a  thing  of  the  past. 
But  Selous  worked  for  various  museums  as  a 
field  collector  of  the  great  game;  and  as  the 
pioneers  began  to  strive  northward,  he  broke 
the  trail  for  them  into  Mashonaland.  doing  the 
work  of  the  roadmaker,  the  bridge-builder, 
the  leader  of  men  through  the  untrodden 
wilderness;  and  he  continued  his  hunting  and 
exploration.  His  next  book,  "Travel  and 
Adventure  in  Southeast  Africa,"  was  as  good 
as  his  first.  He  now  stood  at  the  zenith  of 
his  fame  as  the  foremost  of  all  hunter 
naturalists. 

Soon  after  this  he  left  South  Africa  and 
returned  to  live  in  England.  But  he  was  not 
really  in  place  as  a  permanent  dweller  in 
civilization.  He  longed  overmuch  for  the 
lonely  wilderness.  At  home  he  delivered 
lectures,  rode  to  hounds,  studied  birds,  and 
lived  in  a  beautiful  part  of  Sussex.  When- 
ever he  got  the  chance  he  again  took  up  the 
life  of  a  roaming  hunter.  He  made  trip  after 
trip  to  Asia  Minor,  to  East  Africa,  to  New- 
foundland and  the  Rockies,  to  the  White  Nile. 
He  wrote  various  books  about  these  trips.  One, 
"African  Nature  Notes,"  is  of  first-class  im- 
portance, being  his  most  considerable  contri- 
bution to  field  science — a  branch  of  scientific 
work  to  the  importance  of  which,  in  con- 
tradistinction to  purely  closet  science,  we  are 
only  just  beginning  to  awake. 

The  eighteen  or  twenty  years  he  passed  in 
this  manner  would  of  themselves  have  made 
a  varied  and  satisfactory  career  for  any  ordin- 
ary man.  But  he  was  not  wholly  satisfied 
vvith  them,  because  he  compared  them  with  the 
life  of  his  greater  fame  and  service  in  the 
vanguard  of  the  South  African  movement. 
Speaking  of  the  fact  that  his  "Nature  Notes" 
sold  only  fairly  well,  he   remarked  one  day. 


— By  Henriot  in  La  Baionnette. 

"You  see,  all  the  young  men  think  I  am  dead — 
at  any  rate,  they  think  I  ought  to  be  dead!" 
He  read  much,  but  only  along  certain  lines. 
I  was  much  interested,  on  one  occasion,  to  find 
him  fairly  enthralled  by  the  ballad  of  "Twa 
Corbies."  He  himself  possessed  all  the  best 
characteristics  of  simplicity,  directness,  and 
strength  which  marked  the  old  ballads  and 
ballad  heroes. 

Then  the  great  war  came,  and  for  months  he 
ate  his  heart  out  while  trying  in  vain  to  get 
to  the  front.  But  they  blundered  in  various 
ways — Ireland  offers  the  most  melancholy  ex- 
ample. The  cast-iron  quality  of  the  official 
mind  was  shown  by  the  rigid  application  of 
certain  rules  which  in  time  of  stress  become 
damaging  unless  made  flexible.  The  War 
Oflice  at  first  refused  to  use  Selous — just  as 
they  kept  another  big-game  hunter,  Stigand, 
up  the  White  Nile  doing  work  that  many  an 
elderly  sportsman  could  have  done,  instead  of 
utilizing  him  in  the  East  African  fighting. 
Selous  was  as  hardly  as  an  old  wolf;  and,  for 
all  his  gentleness,  as  formidable  to  his  foes. 
He  was  much  stronger  and  more  enduring 
than  the  average  man  of  half  his  age.  But 
with  a  wooden  dullness  which  reminded  me  of 
some  of  the  antics  of  our  own  political  bur- 
eaucracy, the  War  Office  refused  him  permis- 
sion to  fight  and  sent  him  out  to  East  Africa 
in  the  transport  service— his  letters  on  some 
of  the  things  that  occurred  in  East  Africa 
were  illuminating.  However,  he  speedily 
pushed  his  way  into  the  fighting  line,  and 
fought  so  well  that  the  home  authorities 
grudgingly  accepted  the  accomplished  fact, 
and  made  him  a  lieutenant.  He  won  his 
captaincy  and  the  Distingushed  Service  Order 
before  he  died. 

It  was  my  good  fortune  to  know  Selous 
fairly  well.  He  spent  several  days  with  me 
at  the  White  House;  he  got  me  most  of  my 
outfit  for  my  African  hunt.  He  went  to 
Africa  on  the  same  boat,  and  I  came  across 
him  out  there  on  two  or  three  occasions.  I 
also  saw  him  in  his  attractive  Sussex  home, 
where  he  had  a  special  building  for  his  extra- 
ordinary collection  of  game  trophies.  He  was 
exactly  what  the  man  of  the  open,  the  outdoors 
man  of  adventurous  life,  who  is  also  a  culti- 
vated man,  should  be.  He  was  very  quiet  and 
considerate,  and  without  the  smallest  touch 
of  the  braggart  or  brawler;  but  he  was  utterly 
fearless  and  self-reliant  and  able  to  grapple 
with  any  emergency  or  danger.  All  men  of 
the  open  took  to  him  at  once;  with  the  Boers 
he  was  on  terms  of  close  friendship.  In- 
deed, I  think  that  any  man  of  the  right  type 
would  have  found  him  sympathetic.  His 
keenness  of  observation  made  him  a  delightful 
companion.  He  never  drank  spirits;  indeed, 
his  favorite  beverage  at  all  times  was  tea. 

It  is  well  for  any  country  to  produce  men 
of  such  a  type;  and  if  there  are  enough  of 
them  the  nation  need  fear  no  decadence.  He 
led  a  singularly  adventurous  and  fascinating 
life,  with  just  the  right  alternations  between 
the  wilderness  and  civilization.  He  helped 
spread  the  borders  of  his  people's  land.  He 
added  much  to  the  sum  of  human  knowledge 
and  interest.  He  closed  his  life  exactly  as 
such  a  life  ought  to  be  closed,  by  dying  in  bat- 
tle for  his  country  while  rendering  her  valiant 
and  effective  service.  Who  could  wish  a  better 
death,  or  desire  to  leave  a  more  honourable 
heritage  to  his  family  and  his  nation? 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


How  Conscription  Works  in  Britain 


An  American  Estimate  of  John  Bull's 
Tremendous   Task. 


T  N  the  course  of  an  article  under  the  title 
-*■  "What  the  war  has  done  to  the  English." 
William  Hard  tells  in  the  Metropolitan,  of  the 
way  in  which  conscription  is  worked  in  the 
Mother  Country,  linking  the  recital  up  with 
a  discerning  and  kindly  estimate  of  the  effect 

The  war  has  undoubtedly  made  the  English 
really  gentler  and  kinder.  It  has  made 
them,  in  a  good  sense  of  the  world,  softer. 

Testimony  on  this  point  is  virtually  unan- 
imous. The  best  witness  about  it  would  be 
a  man  who  was  not  an  Englishman  but  who 
had  observed  the  English  for  a  long  time  not 
only  during  the  war  but  before  it.  Such  a 
man  I  found  in  Edward  Price  Bell,  London 
correspondent  of  the  "  Chicago  Daily  News." 
He  has  been  here  nineteen  years.  I  asked 
him  if  the  English  were  being  brutalized.  He 
replied  without  any  hesitation: 

"  No.  Not  in  the  slighest  degree.  In  fact, 
instead  of  becoming  more  brutish,  they  are 
becoming  more  human,  more  humane.  The 
war  has  ploughed  up  England's  heart.  It  has 
released  England's  feelings.  There  is  more 
goodwill  now,  more  inward  light,  more  sensi- 
tiveness to  things  of  the  spirit,  more  piety." 

Now  I  am  convinced  that  one  reason  why 
the  EnglishJiave  not  been  brutalized  is  that 
they  have  not  been  militarized.  To  have 
niihtarism  it  is  necessary  that  the  military 
shall  be  top-dog.  But  the  military  are  no 
nearer  being  top-dog  in  England  to-day  than 
they  were  in  August,  1914. 

I  will  illustrate  this  fact  by  describing  the 
"  tribunals  "  which  administer  the  Compulsory 
Service  Acts.  They  are  the  most  English 
institutions  I  have  ever  seen  in  England.  And 
they  are  ridiculous.  They  are  ridiculous, 
that  IS,  from  the  standpoint  of  militarism, 
from  the  standpoint  of  militaristic  "  effici- 
ency." 

To  begin  with,  they  are  not  appointed  by 
the  army.  They  are  not  appointed  even  by 
the  nation.  It  seems  incredible,  but  they  are 
appointed  by  the  "  local  registration  author- 
ities," by  bodies  like  our  aldermen  and  county 
commissioners.  The  general  rules,  issued 
from  London,  provide  that  "  Labor  "  shall  be 
given  "  adequate  representation."  It  gets  it 
So  does  every  other  important  local  interest. 
Ihere  may  be  five  members  in  a  tribunal. 
There  may  be  twenty-five.  They  summon  the 
prospective  soldier  before  them.  They  also 
summon  the  army.  The  army  comes  by  a  re- 
presentative, who  is  called  the  "  military  re- 
presentative." But  this  "  military  representa- 
tive has  no  vote.  He  is  there  simply  to  argue 
on  behalf  of  the  army,  just  as  a  barrister  in 
court  argues  on  behalf  of  a  client.  The  de- 
cision is  to  be  made  by  an  assemblage  of  loca^ 
civilian  interests. 

So  much  for  how  the  tribunals  are  organiz- 
ed. Now  for  what  they  do.  Case  by  case, 
they  decide  whether  it  is  "  expedient  "  to  take 
a  man  for  the  army  or  "  expedient  "  to  "  ex- 
empt "  him.  They  are  supposed,  in  certain 
classes  of  cases,  to  follow  certain  general 
rules  and  to  arrive  at  certain  general  sorts 
of  decisions.  In  other  classes  of  cases  they 
are  supposed  to  use  their  own  judgement. 
That    is   the   theory   of    it.     In    practice    the 

tribunals  seem  to  use  their  own  judge- 
ment almost  all  the  time.  One  tribunal  will 
exempt  a  man  who  is  growing  carrots;  be- 
cause England  has  to  have  carrots.  Another 
tribunal  will  conscript  a  man  who  is  growing 
carrots;  because  England  has  carrots  enough. 
It  13  chaos.  Some  tribunals  are  "  lax "  in 
sending  men  into  the  army;  they  incline  to- 
ward the  view  that  England,  to  win  the  war 
must  maintain  its  industries.  Other  tri- 
bunals are  "  stringent  "  in  sending  men  into 
the  army;  they  incline  toward  the  view  that 
England,  to  win  the  war,  must  win  battles. 
Both  views  are  correct.  A  balance  has  to  be 
struck  between  them.  It  gets  struck.  But 
how?      Not  by  a     master-mind    in     Lpndon. 


Above  all,  not  by  a  military  master-mind  in 
London.  No.  It  gets  struck  by  the  give-and- 
take  of  thousands  of  ordinary  minds  drawn 
from  all  elements  of  the  population  in  24 
Metropolitan  "  tribunals,"  255  Borough  "  tri- 
bunals," 660  Urban  "  tribunals "  and  531 
Rural  "  tribunals,"  scattered  all  over  England, 
each  one  of  them  being  a  magnificent  and  an 
absurd  embodiment  of  all  the  sense  and  of 
all  the  nonsense  in  its  own  locality. 

I  finally  saw  where  it  was  that  we  Ameri- 
cans got  our  early  passion  for  local  option 
in  government  .  The  English  are  actually 
administering  national  conscription  on  a  sort 
of  local-option  basis. 

Yet,  in  the  end,  three  results  emerge. 

1.  The  army  does,  somehow,  get  all  the  men 
it  can  really  equip  and  use.  I  doubt  if  many 
Americans  realize  that  England  in  this  war  is 
bearing  four  burdens,  three  of  which  touch 
its  Allies  either  lightly  or  not  at  all.  Eng- 
land must  find  millions  of  men,  literally  mil- 
lions, for  the  tasks  of  the  sea — for  operating 
hundreds  of  warships,  for  operating  countless 
patrol-ships,  for  operating  thousands  of 
freight-ships  to  and  from  all  corners  of  the 
world,  for  building  new  ships  of  all  classes 
(to  replace  incessant  wastage)  and  for  manu- 
facturing the  immense  and  intricate  equip- 
ment and  digging  the  unending  coal  which  all 
these  ships  require.  England  must  then  find 
other  millions  of  men  to  manufacture  war- 
supplies  and  other  supplies  of  innumerable 
sorts  for  all  its  Continental  Allies,  and  Eng- 
land must — it  cannot  escape  from  this  task — 
it  absolutely  must  continue  to  manufacture 
ordinary  commercial  goods  for  ordinary  com- 
mercial export  in  order  to  secure  the  financial 
strength  out  of  which  it  can — and  does — ad- 


vance about  two  million  dollars  a  day  to  the 
treasuries  of  certain  of  its  Allies.  Only  when 
it  has  found  the  men  fo'r  these  three  tasks, 
which  are  peculiarly  its  own,  can  England  go 
on  to  find  men  for  its  army.  Nevertheless  it 
has  now  found  more  than  five  million  men  for 
its  army  (which  means  as  much  for  England 
as  twelve  million  men  would  mean  for  the 
United  States) ;  and  its  preposterous  -"  tri- 
bunals "  do  continue,  somehow,  even  if  weird- 
ly, to  pour  thousands  of  new  recruits  into  the 
training  camps  every  day. 

2.  There  have  been  no  riots  like  the  draft 
riots  that  took  place  in  the  North  during  the 
Civil  War.  The  "  tribunals "  have  carried 
conscription  gradually,  little  by  little,  to  a 
people  who  are  temperamentally  anti-con- 
scriptionist;  and  they  have  carried  it  to  them 
successfully,  with  no  disturbances. 

3.  The  military  authorities  have  remained 
subordinate,  utterly  subordinate,  to  the  civil 
authorities,  in  organization  and  in  feeling, 
not  only  at  the  headquarters  of  government 
in  London  but  in  every  little  hamlet  through- 
out the  length  and  breadth  of  Britain. 

Americans  who  fear  that  swaggering  mili- 
taristic officers  will  soon  begin  to  push  stock- 
brokers and  plumbers  off  the  sidewalks  in 
England  may  take  heart.  It  will  not  happen. 
It  cannot  happen.  In  our  early  American 
state  constitutions  there  was  frequently  a 
provision  that  the  military  arm  must  remain 
inferior  to  the  civil  arm.  We  derived  that 
principle  from  England.  England,  as  I  have 
seen  it  this  year,  is  just  as  faithful  to  that 
principle  to-day  as  on  the  day  when  it  gave 
it  birth.  The  question  now  is  whether  or  not 
a  state  so  faithful  can  survive.  England  is 
staking  its  existence  on  the  chance  that  the 
answer  is  "  yes."  For  if  it  is  not  "  yes," 
England  would  prefer  to  do  what  Pitt  once 
spoke  of — wrap  its  flag  about  it  and  sink  in 
its  ocean. 


Three  Kinds  of  Heaven 


Different  Classes  of  Spiritualists  See  the 
Future  Life  Differently. 


T^  VERY  reasonable  and  convincing  plea  to 
^-^  the  public  to  avoid  embracing  spiritual- 
ism, which  is  sweeping  in  so  many  of  the 
brightest  minds  in  Europe  as  converts,  ap- 
pears in  the  Fortnightly  Review  from  the 
pen  of  John  Beattie  Crozier.  He  argues  for 
a  very  careful  consideration  of  all  phrases, 
even  in  the  face  of  the  conversion  of  so  out- 
standing a  man  as  Sir  Oliver  Lodge.  Many 
of  the  reasons  that  the  writer  advances  for 
his  own  disbelief  in  spiritualism  are  good  but 
the  most  striking  is  given  in  the  following 
paragraphs: 

I  had  a  kind  of  contempt,  even  horror,  of 
the  revelation  which  these  trances  of  Mrs. 
Piper  betrayed — of  poor  bewildered  spirits 
wandering  about  in  the  shades,  conscience- 
stricken,  and  wringing  their  hands;  because 
of  what?  Because  they  had  mislaid  some 
door-key  or  other  trifle  on  earth,  some  forty 
or  fifty  years  before!  When  talking  the 
matter  over  with  Mrs.  Chandler  Moulton,  the 
American  poetess,  some  time  after,  we  both 
shuddered  at  the  thought  of  such  a  future 
existence,  and  agreed  that  a  belief  in  it  would 
only  add  a  new  terror  to  death. 

And  now  for  my  more  positive  and  practical 
objection  to  all  these  phenomena — drawn  from 
Medical  Science  and  Psychology,  and  a  wider 
outlook  on  the  world. 

The  last  of  these  nearly  killed  my  faith  in 
the  Spiritualists'  account  of  the  "other  world" 
at  the  outset.  It  was  this:  that  not  only  the 
ordinary  Spiritualist  "mediums,"  but  the  great 
Initiates,  Mahatmas  and  Seers  of  Spiritualism, 
when  asked  what  they  saw  in  the  other  world 
and  in  Paradise,  instead  of  agreeing,  always 
saw  what  was  taught  in  the  particular  reli- 
gion in  which  they  had  been  brought  up.  The 
Yogis  and  Hindoo  Seers  declared  there  was 
no  one  there  at  all!  but  what  they  called  the 
"Eternal  One" — or  Deity — into  whom  all  souls, 


after  successive  re-incarnations,  resolved 
themselves.  The  great  Mohammedan  Spirit- 
ualists, on  the  other  hand — the  Sufis,  as  they 
are  called — declare  that  they  see,  with  their 
second  sight,  bright-eyed  women  in  Para- 
dise, lounging  along  its  languid  streams,  wait- 
ing to  be  the  spoil  of  the  ever-lustful,  but 
faithful  Arab  or  Turk — precisely  as  in  the 
Koran;  while  the  great  Christian  Seers,  like 
Swedenborg,  see  in  their  trances  the  same 
spirits,  quiring,  like  cherubim  and  seraphim 
with  their  harps,  around  the  throne  of  God — 
as  in  Handel's  "Messiah,"  and  the  Revelation 
of  St.  John.  Now,  if  all  three  could  see  the 
same  Paradise  so  differently,  what  could  I 
think  but  that  the  things  they  professed  to  see 
were  but  reflections  of  their  own  minds,  and 
not  of  future  world-realities  at  all?  This  hit 
the  Spiritualists  badly,  I  thought;  but  I  did 
not  despair  of  them  altogether,  until  on  re- 
flection I  found  that  no  "medium,"  even  among 
the  greatest  of  them  who  are  supposed  to  be 
in  touch  with  the  Eternal  Himself,  had  ever 
revealed  through  Spirit  agency  (even  if  what 
they  said  were  true)  any  information  of  the 
slightest  value  for  human  souls,  either  in  this 
life  or  another.  For  I  observed  that  they 
had  never  revealed  any  new  Law  of  Nature, 
until  it  was  first  discovered  by  the  ordinary 
human  faculties;  and  only  after  they  had  pick- 
ed the  brains  of  those  who  had  discovered 
them;  no  law  of  Physics,  Mechanics  or  Chem- 
istry (else  why  does  not  Sir  Oliver  Lodge's 
son  tell  him  the  constitution  of  the  Ether, 
which  still  baffles  and  perplexes  him  so 
much) ;  no  law  of  Astronomy  or  the  Newton- 
ian Gravitation;  no  Darwinian  or  other 
hypothesis  of  Evolution;  no  laws  of  the 
evolution  of  Civilization  and  States — nothing 
but  "vibrations,"  as  a  substitute  for  the  laws 
of  the  Mind;  the  "vital  principle,"  for  the  ex- 
planation of  Life;  and,  if  they  were  pressed, 
I  suppose  the  "principle  of  Baldness,"  for  the 
loss  of  the  hair! 


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49 


Handling  British 
Food  Supply 

L  Review  of  the  Work  Done  by  the  New 
Food  Dictator. 


N  the  course  of  a  review  of  the  work  of 
•  the  new  British  Ministry,  a  writer  signing 
imself  Auditor  Tantum  deals  in  the  Fort- 
ightly  Review  with  the  handling  of  the  food 
roblem  in  Great  Britain.  He  does  not  believe 
Ijat  the  situation  has  been  well  handled  in 
le  main  though  he  praises  Devonport's  mod- 
ration.  The  situation  has  been  changed 
jmewhat  since  the  article  was  written  but  it 
1  interesting  to  quote  in  part  what  was  said 
n  the  question  of  food  dictatorship: 

One   of  the   primary  objects  of   his    (Lord 

'evonport's)  appointment  was  to  protect  the 

ing-suffering  general    consumer    from    the 

xploitation  of  traders,  both  wholesale  and  re- 

lil,  to  keep  prices  within  reasonable  bounds, 

nd   to  see  fair  play  all  round  between   the 

LVal  interests.     But  when   the  enemy's  sub- 

arine  menace  became  intensified,  another  of 

is  duties  acquired  an  even  greater  import- 

ince.     That,  of  course,  was  the  conservation 

1"  the  nation's  food  supply,  which  has  led  him 

-  the  path  of  voluntary  food  rations.     To 

:ve  the  food  supply  is  his  special  duty, 

hiie  that  of  the  Board  of  Agriculture  is  to 

icrease  it,  and   Mr.   Prothero  has   been   de- 

)ting  all  his  energies   to   persuade   farmers 

produce  the  last  ounce  of  food  from  every 

;re  of  land.     But  then  came  a  succession  of 

lock-down  blows.     Lord  Devonport's  prices 

ere  fixed  not  for  their  encouragement,  but 

r  the  protection  of  the  consumer;   and  the 

ar   Office   dealt   "the   staggering  blow"   of 

arning  for  immediate  service  30,000  of  the 

ailed  men  still  left  on  the  farms. 

It  cannot  be  pretended   that  the   situation 

15  been    handled    with    conspicuous    ability, 
'lere  has  been  a  lot  of  loose  talk,  quite  out  of 

eping   with   the   actual   facts   of    the   case. 

16  governing  factor  of  the  agricultural  posi- 
)n  has  been  for  many  months  the  grave  de- 
iency  of  labour.  It  does  not  improve,  but 
ows  worse  with  every  skilled  man  who  is 
ken  from  the  farms,  for  no  substitute  can 
place  him.     The  Government  do  not  seem 

have  made  up  their  minds  whether  they  are 
grim  earnest   or  not  about  the   absolute 
cessity  of  increasing  the  home  production 
foodstuffs.     If  they  are,  they  would  set  at 
ce  an  absolute  limit  to  the  number  of  men 
lom  they  will  allow  the  War  Office  to  with- 
aw  from  the  farms,  and  they  would  call  for 
ricultural   recruits   in   very   different   Ian- 
age   from    that   which   they   now   employ, 
ey  would  also   have   taken   practical  steps 
tore  this  for  setting  the  6,000  German  pris- 
crs,  who  are  skilled  agriculturists,  to  actual 
rk   in   the   fields.     They   would   also   have 
de  arrangements  whereby  men  with  agri- 
tural  experience  in  the  home-service  units 
uld  have  been  rendered  available  for  train- 
f  the  raw  substitutes  whom  the  War  Office 
aow  distributing  over  the  countryside.     But 
re  still  seems  no  passionate  conviction  in 
h  quarters  that  the  increase  of  home  food 
iduction  IS  a  matter  of  equal  urgency  with 
filling  up  of  the  ranks  of  the  Army,  and 
result  is  that  instead  of  an   increase   in 
!  home-grown  crops  this  year  over  those  of 
16,  many  good  judges  are  afraid  that  there 
11  be  an  actual  decrease.     All  the  physical 
iditions  have  been  adverse,  but  worst  of  all 
i  been  the  farmer's  perpetual  uncertainty 
to  what  his  position  was  going  to  be  in  the 
mediate  future.     Prices  have  been  fixed  for 
!ch  that  he  produces;   but  prices  have  not 
m   fixed   for   what   he   has   to   buy.        The 
itish   farmer   is    proverbially    a    first-class 
timbler;    and   he   has   many   characteristics 
^  ich  expose  him  to  effective  criticism.     But 
i  the  present  case  his   grumbling  has  very 
justification,   for   it   is   useless   for   the 
inment  to  tell  him  to  produce  more,  when 
>  the  same  time  they  take  away  his  best  men. 
s  no  limit  to  the  prices  of  his  fertilisers  and 
f  ding-stuffs,  and  shrink  from  giving  him  any 
tarantee  of  prices  over  a  reasonable  term  of 


i«!jl-*-V>^^ 


BOVRI L 

gives  Strength  to  Win 


50 


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^oes  your  face  smart  and  burn 
after  the  toilet? 

Do  not  think  that  you   have  to   stand  this 
discomfort  simply  because  your  skin  is  unus- 
ually tender. 

No  matter  how  delicate  your  skin  may  be,  it 
will  not  be  irritated  if  you  will  use  soap  that 
does  not  contain  uncombined  alkali  and  other 
harsh  ingredients. 

Ivory  Soap  is  made  of  the  choicest  oils  and  is 
manufactured  so  skillfully  and  so  carefully  that 
no  free  alkali  remains  in  the  finished  product.  It 
is  pure  soap  of  the  highest  grade — nothing  else. 

Millions  of  people  have  used  Ivory  Soap  for 
many  years  because  they  never  have  known  it  to 
irritate  the  skin  in  the  slightest  degree.  No  skin 
^not  even  a  newborn  baby's — is  harmed  by 
Ivory  Soap.     Any  skin  feels  grateful  for  its  use. 


5  CENTS 


IVORY  SOAP 


99S^  PURE 


Made  in  the  Procter  &  Gamble  factories  at  Hamilton,  Canada 


years.  It  would  have  been  a  miracle  if  con- 
fusion had  been  avoided,  for  the  country  has 
not  had  a  national  agricultural  policy  for 
seventy  years,  and  it  is  only  after  hundreds  of 
thousands  of  tons  of  our  merchant  shipping 
have  been  sunk  that  Radical  politicians  have 
been  torpedoed  out  of  their  cynical  refusal  to 
give  practical  encouragement  to  the  home 
production  of  foodstuffs.  Mr.  Prothero  knows 
quite  well  what  ought  to  be  done  for  British 
agriculture.  He  has  done  what  he  could  in 
the  reorganisation  of  his  Department,  in  the 
preparation  of  surveys  by  the  Agricultural 
War  County  Committees,  in  the  provision  of 
tractors,  etc.  But  he  has  been  overridden,  in 
the  crucial  matter  of  labour,  by  the  War  Office, 
and  in  the  matter  of  prices  by  the  Food  Con- 
troller, acting  in  the  superior  interest  of  the 
general  consumer.  It  is  not  fair  to  put  a 
Minister  under  duress  and  then  blame  him  for 
not  being  a  free  agent,  and  Mr.  Prothero's 
rather  pathetic  observation,  that  he  was  sure 
he  had  the  sympathy  of  the  House  of  Com- 
mons, however  much  members  might  differ 
from  him,  fairly  sums  up  his  actual  position. 
It  is  not  he  who  gave  the  fantastic  order  to 
plough  up  part  of  Richmond  Park,  for  he  has 
continually  insisted  that  it  is  far  more  im- 
portant that  the  land  already  under  tillage 
should  be  fully  cultivated,  than  that  new  and 
inferior  acres  should  be  laid  under  the  plough. 
Perhaps  a  stronger  man  would  have  put  up  a 
more  successful  fight  against  the  War  Office, 
for  imminent  danger  of  actual  starvation  in 
this  country  would  weaken  the  military 
strength  of  Great  Britain  and  the  Allies  far 
more  than  a  deficiency  of  a  few  thousand  men 
in  the  fighting  ranks.  It  is  not  at  all  likely  to 
come  to  that,  but  it  is  disquieting  to  know 
that  the  farmers  will  almost  certainly  produce 
less  foodstuffs  in  a  season  when  it  was  most 
desirable  that  they  should  produce  more. 

Hitherto  the  Food  Controller  and  his  De- 
partment have  escaped  serious  criticism, 
though  they  have  already  issued  a  consider- 
able volume  of  orders.  The  reason  for  this 
immunity  doubtless  is  that  the  Food  Controller 
has  felt  his  way  very  cautiously  before  coming 
to  decisions,  which  up  to  the  present  have 
been  distinguished  by  mildness  rather  than  by 
severity.  Himself  a  successful  man  of  busi- 
ness. Lord  Devonport  has  known  the  value  of 
establishing  friendly  relations  with  the  leaders 
of  the  industries  with  which  he  is  compelled  to 
interfere,  and  it  has  been  the  invariable 
practice  of  his  Department  to  lay  the  position 
frankly  before  them,  and  invite  their  sug- 
gestions as  practical  men  of  affairs,  before 
issuing  such  orders  as  have  seemed  to  him  to 
be  required  by  the  general  public  interest. 
There  is  nothing  novel  in  such  a  procedure, 
though  it  has  not  been  uniformly  followed  by 
other  Government  Departments. 

Departmental  interference  of  any  sort 
inevitably  causes  serious  business  disor- 
ganization, and  by  imposing  a  minimum 
of  inconvenience  upon  the  affected  trades  the 
Food  Controller  has  sought  to  carry  the 
traders  along  with  him  and  secure  their  co- 
operation. Moreover,  his  policy  has  obviously 
been  to  leave  to  the  public  as  liberal  supplies 
as  possible  for  the  immediate  enjoyment  of  to- 
day, consistent  with  the  public  safety  of  to- 
morrow. Thus  he  has  shown  himself  hitherto 
a  not  very  formidable  autocrat  of  the  break- 
fast and  dinner-table,  and  those  who  feared 
the  advent  of  a  Dictator,  using  dictatorial 
powers  in  a  dictatorial  way,  have  been  agree- 
ably surprised  at  the  suavity  of  the  orders 
i'ssuinr'  from  Grosvenor  House,  where  the 
Food  Controller  performs  the  combined  func- 
tions of  Pharaoh's  Chief  Butler  and  a  Roman 
Prffifectus  Annonie. 

Indeed,  in  view  of  the  extreme  gravity  of 
the  submarine  menace,  many  would  have  wel- 
comed orders  of  a  much  more  drastic  nature, 
and  would  have  cheerfully  accepted  a  declara- 
tion from  the  Food  Controller  that,  until  he 
saw  the  national  food  supply  absolutely  secure 
till  next  harvest,  he  would  take  no  risks  what- 
ever, and  would  put  considerations  of  public 
safety  above  the  comfort  and  convenience 
either  of  traders  or  of  the  consuming  public. 
Food  reserves  and  all  strict  necessaries  first 
is  the  only  safe  principle  for  these  days,  and 
a  good  deal  more  could  have  been  done  in  this 
direction  without  the  introduction  of  com- 
pulsory food  rations.  That,  of  course,  will 
come  as  a  last  resort,  if  other  devices  fail,  and 
the  Food  Controller  has  very  properly  caused 


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51 


,  to  be  made  that  the  framework  of  the  neces- 
iry  organisation  is  beinp;  prepared  in  ad- 
anco.  But  a  system  of  compulsory  rations 
'oulil  require  a  host  of  officials  to  carry  it 
ut— -and  the  country  is  already  rather  dis- 
laycd  at  the  new  army  of  civil  officials  which 
as  been  created — while  the  experience  of 
■ermany  and  Austria  has  shown  that  it  is 
pisier  to  frame  compulsory  food  rations  than 
)  secure  their  general  observance,  without 
■lusing  hardships  such  as  large  sections  of 
le  working  classes  of  this  country  would 
(ost  bitterly  resent.  Of  this  the  politicians 
re  well  aware,  and  probably  nothing  in- 
uences  their  decisions  more.  They  shrink 
rom  putting  the  patriotism  of  the  industrial 
assos.  especially  in  certain  centres,  to  a  test 
hich  has  proved  almost  too  much  for  Ger- 
lan  docility. 


Must  Austria  Be 
Dismembered? 

an  Peace  Only  be  Obtained  by  Breakinrj 
Up  the  Hapsburg  Evipire? 


^UST  Austria-Hungary  be  dismembered  as 

'•*■   a  step  to  permanent  peace  in  Europe? 

he  point    is    answered     very     emphatically 

the  affirmative  by   Henry  Wickham   Steed 

an  article  in  the  Edinburgh  Review.       He 

als  largely  with  the  problem  of  the  Slavic 

ices   in   the   northern    portions   of   Austria- 

ungary    but  broadens  his  argument  to  take 

the  problems  of  peace  terms.     He  writes: 

aere  existed  in  Serbia  a  noticeable  tendency, 
not,  indeed,  an  actual  party,  in  favour  of  a 
r-reaching  political  and  economic  agreement 
ith  Austria,  while  the  motto  of  the  Austro- 
ungarian  Southern  Slavs  was  then  '  Union: 
ithin  the  Monarchy  if  possible,  but,  at  all 
sts.  Union.'  But  it  would  have  needed  an 
iistrian  Cavour  to  read  the  signs  of  the 
Ties  and  to  carry  through  a  policy  which 
)uld  have  secured  for  the  Hapsburgs  a 
edominant  influence  in  the  Balkans,  and 
uld  at  the  same  time  have  given  them  a  solid 
sis  for  retrieving  their  former  independ- 
ce  in  Europe.     In  view  of  these  possibilities 

surprise  can  be  felt  that  Germany  should 
ve  moved  every  lever  in  Austria  and  in 
angary  to  force  an  anti-Southern  Slav  atti- 
de  upon  Vienna,  and  to  preclude  any  pro- 
ispburg  solution  of  the  Southern  Slav  ques- 
m.  Indeed,  on  looking  back  over  the  years 
tween  the  annexation  crisis  and  the  out- 
eak  of  the  present  war,  the  hand  of  Ger- 
iny  appears  even  more  visible  in  the  policy 
Vienna  than  it  was  to  contemporary 
servers  on  the  spot.  All  the  Austrian  and 
mgarian  politicians  and  writers,  mokiding 
s  notorious  Dr.  Friedjung,  who  wejie  most 
eminent  in  the  anti-Serbian  and  anti- 
uthern  Slav  campaign,  were  precisely  those 
10  were  most  intimately  connected  with  Ber- 
.  This  phenomenon — the  identity  of  anti- 
uthern  Slav  propagandists  with  the  agents 

dupes  of  Germany — has  also  been  notice- 
le  during  the  war,  and  is  too  significant  to 

lost  sight  of  in  any  consideration  of  the 
nns  of  a  lasting  European  settlement. 
Like  the  establishment  of  an  ethnographic- 
y  complete  Rumania  and  a  reunited  Poland 
objects  which  the  Allies  are  admittedly 
idged  to  obtain — the  creation  of  a  united 
uthern  Slav  State  is  now  incompatible  with 
:  continued  existence  of  Austria-Hungary. 
•  false  solicitude  for  the  welfare  of  '  those 
;e  people,  the  Austrians,'  ought  therefore 
I  militate  against  either  Southern  Slav 
lion  or  the  formation  of  an  independent 
hernia,  or  Czecho-Slovakia.  It  is  necessary 
arly  to  recognize  that  in  no  case  can 
■  stria-Hungary  continue  to  exist  as  a  self- 
ntrolled  monarchy.  If  she  be  not  dis- 
1  mbered  by  the  Allies  in  the  interests  of 
'  ronean  security,  she  will  be  transformed 
!d  directed  by  Germany  in  the  interests  of 
ln-Germani.sm.  It  is  for  this  reason  that 
1;  '  Pro-Austrianism '  of  the  Clericals,  of 
'smopolitan  High  Finance,  and  of  some  de- 
'!ed  publicists  and   diplomatists   among  the 


THE  WORKERS  OF  THE  WORLD 


Every  man  who  follows  a  useful  occupation  is  a  salesman.  He 
is  selling  his  wares,  his  services,  or  his  knowledge.  Successful 
salesmanship  calls  for  ability  plus  enthusiasm.  You  can't  have 
enthusiasm  without  good  health — and  this  comes  from  nourish- 
ing foods  that  keep  the  mind  alert  and  the  body  responsive. 

Shredded  Wheat 

is  the  perfect  food  for  men  and  women  who  sell  things  —  for  men  and 
women  whose  interest  in  their  jobs  is  vivid  and  potential.  Thousands  of 
men  and  women  in  all  walks  of  life  start  the  day  with  a  breakfast  of  two 
Shredded  Wheat  Biscuits  and  hot  milk.  Sometimes  they  add  two  or  three 
otrips  of  bacon  and  a  dish  of  stewed  prunes.  It  is  a  wholesome,  strengthen- 
ing meal,  easily  digested,  and  supplies  the  maximum  of  nutriment  at  the 
lowest  cost. 

Made  in  Canada  by 

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is  cue  of  those  "Easy"  Vacuum  Washers  and  Power  Wringers. 

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ful heavy  washings— think  for  a  moment — ^washing  one  day  and  suffering  six — 
no  wonder  rheumatism,  hack  and  head  aches  and  general  exiaustion  is  seizing 
irie  when  for  so  few  dollars  1  could  be  enjoying  life  and  health  by  washing  with 


THE  "EASY"  VACUUM  WASHER 

Iloiisecleaniiig  on  nie  and  then  hot  summer  days  following — no  help  in 
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A  Highway  to  Health  and  Happiness  ^ 

Spring  and  Summer  Holidays  in  the  Algonquin 

Provincial  Park  of  Ontario 


Splendid  Canoe  Cruises. 


\ 

Log  Cabin  Camp  Hotels. 


Fishing  is  Unsurpassed. 


The  Highland  Inn. 


By  WALTER    THORNTON 


With  Reel  or  Book. 


You  have  been  going  at  top  speed  for 
many  months  and  now  that  the  days  are 
lengthening  and  the  sun  is  warming  the 
earth,  throw  on  the  brakes  for  a  while  and 
saunter  out  with  me  into  our  Ontario 
lakeland  with  its  beauties  of  surrounding 
forests,  wooded  islands  and  swift  run- 
ning waters.  A  few  quiet  days  in  Algon- 
quin Park,  paddling  over  the  lakes,  where 
the  greenery  comes  down  to  the  very 
water's  edge  and  the  breezes  are  impreg- 
nated with  the  life-giving  fragrance  of 
the  stately  pine,  tamarack  and  balsam, 
will  remove  all  those  kinks  in  your  phy- 
sique and  spirit  that  come  with  the  long 
winter  months.  There  is  something  in 
these  northland  breezes  that  waft  away 
the  worries.  Sleep,  which  was  a  fickle 
jade  and  hard  to  woo,  comes  to  you  on  the 
wings  of  evening. 

Once  you  make  the  acquaintance  of 
the  Park  it  soon  develops  into  a  friend- 
ship which  lasts  as  long  as  life  itself. 
Everything  that  is  dear  to  the  heart  of 
the  lover  of  out-door  life  is  to  be  found 
in  the  Algonquin  Provincial  Park,  and  the 
reserve  has  the  advantage  of  being  easily 
reached  from  all  centres  in  the  eastern 
and  central  portions  of  the  Continent. 

For  those  who  want  to  enjoy  the  plea- 
sures of  the  pathless  woods,  and  yet  se- 
cure all  the  comforts  of  good  service  and 
social  companionship,  there  are  first-class 
hotels.  For  those  who  care  little  for 
hotels  in  the  ordinary  sense,  yet  cannot 
adopt  altogether  the  idea  of  the  "simple 
life"  under  canvas,  there  are  log-cabin 
camps,  which  can  be  used  as  headquarters 
while  exploring  the  Park.  At  these  camps 
there  is  a  large  central  lodge  or  meeting- 
place,  and  in  close  proximity  to  it  there 
are  series  of  individual  log  cabins,  com- 
fortably furnished,  and  with  modern  con- 
veniences, including  bath  rooms  with  hot 
and  cold  water.  The  large  lodge  is  used 
for  a  general  rendezvous  and  the  log 
cabins  furnish  privacy  for  families  or 
parties. 

The  Park  is  a  paradise  for  the  canoeist. 


containing,  besides  numerous  rivers,  over 
one  thousand  lakes,  varying  greatly  in 
size.  Most  of  these  lakes  are  connected 
by  deep,  still-water  channels,  or  racing 
streams  of  strong  water,  making  it  pos- 
sible for  the  canoeist  to  paddle  fifty  miles 
without  having  any  long  portages. 

The  abundance  of  fish  in  all  the  waters 
of  the  park  assures  the  angler  of  plenty 
of  sport.  Among  the  special  varieties  to 
be  caught  are  the  genuine  square-tailed 
brook  trout,  redspotted  or  speckled;  the 
gamey  black  bass  of  the  small-mouthed 
variety,  ranging  from  half  a  pound  to 
four  pounds,  and  the  black-spotted  sal- 
mon, or  its  near  relative,  the  grey  trout. 

Wild  life  roams  unmolested  inside  the- 
Park  and  splendid  pictures  are  taken  by 
the  camera  enthusiast.  The  prohibition 
of  hunting  greatly  adds  to  the  opportuni- 
ties of  thb  picture-hunter,  since  the  wild 
creatures  are  much  more  approachable 
than  in  localities  where  they  are  per- 
sistently hunted.  Bathing,  boating,  ten- 
nis, and  billiards  may  be  enjoyed  at  the- 
Highland  Inn.  An  excellent  tennis  court 
and  a  sandy  bathing  beach  are  among  the 
facilities  which  have  been  added  at  the- 
Inn,  which  is  situated  directly  at  Algon- 
qin  Park  Station  (the  Park  Headquart- 
ers), and  overlooks  beautiful  Cache  Lake. 

The  log-cabin  camp  hotels  are  also  oper- 
ated by  the  Grand  Trunk  Railway  System 
— Nominigan  Camp  being  situated  on  the 
shore  of  Smoke  Lake  and  Camp  Min- 
nesing  on  Island  Lake.  The  roads  are- 
now  being  rapidly  developed  in  the  Park, 
and  for  those  who  take  pleasure  in  long 
"hikes"  through  the  bush  there  are  many- 
walks  which  it  would  be  hard  to  surpass. 
Of  these  the  tramps  from  the  Algonquin 
Park  Station  to  Nominigan  Camp— seven 
miles — and  to  Camp  Minnesing — ten  miles 
— are  especially  favored. 

Detailed  information,  maps,  routes  and 
handsomely  illustrated  descriptive  litera- 
ture are  always  gladly  given  by  any- 
Grand  Trunk  agent. 


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Allies,  is,  in  effect,  but  a  form  of  Pro-German- 
ism. The  argument  that  to  add  the  German 
provinces  of  Austria  to  the  present  German 
Empire  would  be  to  '  strengthen  '  Germany, 
will  not  bear  examination.  There  are,  at 
most,  between  nine  and  ten  million  Germans  in 
Austria.  (Those  in  Hungary  are  enclaves 
and  isolated.)  The  addition  of  these  Austrian 
Germans  to  the  German  Empire  would  hardly 
make  up  numerically  for  the  losses  Germany 
would  sustain  by  the  inclusion  of  the  Duchy 
of  Posen  in  a  reunited  Poland,  the  return  of 
Alsace-Lorraine  to  France,  and  possibly  of 
Schleswig  to  Denmark,  while  the  subtraction 
of  the  other  42,000,000  Hapsburg  subjects 
from  the  political  and  military  command  of 
Germany,  and  the  organization  of  most  of 
them  into  independent  States,  would  create, 
on  the  basis  of  the  principle  of  nationality,  a 
new  counterpoise  against  the  German  block. 
It  is,  besides,  improbable  that  the  inclusion 
of  8,000,000  or  9,000,000  Austrian  Germans  in 
the  German  Empire  under  a  Hapsburg  Sover- 
eign would  leave  unaltered  the  composition  of 
the  Federal  Council  or  the  balance  of  forces  in 
the  Empire  itself. 

From  what  has  been  said  it  should  be  clear 
that  a  chief  corner-stone  of  any  solid  and 
lasting  European  reconstruction  must  be  the 
creation  of  a  united  Southern  Slav  State 
consisting  of  the  kingdoms  of  Serbia  and 
Montenegro,  Bosnia-Herzegovina,  Croatia- 
Slavonia-Dalmatia,  and  the  purely  Slav  por- 
■ions  of  Istria,  Carniola  and  Styria,  with  due 
illowance  for  the  necessity  of  fixing  a 
practicable  geographical  boundary.  Unless 
this  State  is  formed,  the  main  purpose  of  the 
Allies — the  destruction  of  the  power  of  Prus- 
sian militarism — can  scarcely  be  achieved. 
i  he  German  road  to  the  East  will  not  be  block- 
ed, the  principle  of  nationality  will  not  have 
been  vindicated,  and  the  seeds  of  future  wars 
will  have  been  sown.  It  is  a  grave  error  to 
regard  the  Southern  Slav  question  as  merely 
an  isolated  issue  in  the  Great  War,  a  thing 
which  the  Allies  can  attend  to  or  neglect  with- 
out affecting  substantially  the  quality  of  their 
victory.  It  was  the  immediate  cause  of  the 
war.  Hence  the  importance  of  understanding 
it  thoroughly  and  of  facing  betimes  the  diffi- 
culties by  which  it  is  surrounded. 

Some  idea  of  these  difficulties  may  be  glean- 
ed if  it  be  remembered  that  the  interests  of 
Roman   Catholic  and  Orthodox  '  clericalism,' 
as    well    as    the    claims   of    extreme    Italian 
'  nationalism,'  militate  against  the  complete 
unification  and  fusion  of  the  Southern  Slavs; 
while,  within   the   Southern   Slav  family  it- 
self, differences  of  development  and  tradition 
require    the    most    careful    and    far-sighted 
treatment.      By    Orthodox     '  Clericalism '    is 
meant  the  tendencies  associated  with  the  Rus- 
sian Holy  Synod  in  its  narrower  manifesta- 
tions, which  are  apt  to  oppose  any  '  inquina- 
tion  '  of  Serb  Orthodoxy  by  the  association  of 
the  Orthodox,  or  Serb,  with  the  Croat  and 
Slovene,   or  Roman   Catholic   Southern   Slavs  '■ 
in    one    and    the    same    State.     By    Roman   ' 
Catholic  '  Clericalism  '  is  meant  the  tendencies 
which  would  fain  keep  the  Catholic  Southern 
Slavs  politically  segregated  from  the  Ortho- 
dox, lest  political  unity  and  the  establishment 
of  complete  religious  equality  hamper  Roman 
Catholic  propaganda.     I  do  not  for  a  moment 
believe  that  the  religious  interests  of  either 
Church  would  be  adversely  affected  by  South- 
ern Slav  unity.     Rather  the  contrary.       By 
extreme  Italian  '  nationalism  '  is  meant  illib- 
eral claims  to  the  annexation  by  Italy  of  con- 
siderable tracts  of  purely  Southern  Slav  ter- 
ritory, partly  for  ill-defined  '  strategic  '  rea- 
sons, partly  in  the  name  of  historical  memories 
extending  from  the  Roman  Empire  to  the  fall 
of  the  Venetian  Republic,  and  partly  out  of  a 
desire  to  prevent  the  establishment  of  any 
strong    State    on    the    eastern    shore    of    the 
Adriatic.     Apart  from   the  general  consider- 
ation that  to  sanction  the  application  of  the 
'  strategic    principle '    against    the    Southern 
Slavs,  in  defiance  of  the  principle  of  nation- 
ality,  would     deprive    the    Allies,    including 
Italy,  of  any  moral  right  to  combat  the  equally 
'  strategic '  claims  of   Germany  in   Belgium, 
there  is  the  practical  consideration  that  the 
deliberate  creation  of  an  anti-Italian  Southern 
Slav   Irredentism   would   tend    to    perpetuate 
those  very  causes  of  unrest  which  helped  to 
bring  on   the  present  war.     Unless  the   new 
European   settlement   removes   all   the  main 
causes  of  Slav  unrest  by  reuniting  the  Poles, 


"Close  it  quickly,  dear,  you'll  get  soaked 
— but  the  rain  can't  hurt  Valspar." 

Eain-water  would  quickly  ruin  an  ordinary  var- 
nish. But  it  has  no  terrors  for  Valspar,  the  varnish 
that  resists  even  boiling  water,  alcohol,  hot  coffee  or 
ammonia,  without  a  suspicion  of  turning  white. 
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For  long  wear — on  front  doors  and  porches,  in  pantry, 
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and  uniting  the  Czecho-Slovaks  and  the 
Southern  Slavs,  it  will  be  halting  and  pre- 
carious. There  is  the  less  reason  to  run  this 
risk  in  that  a  fair  and  amicable  settlement  of 
the  Italian  and  Southern  Slav  claims  in  and 
around  the  Adriatic  is  perfectly  feasible 
without  doing  grievous  wrong  to  either.  Once 
in  possession  of  Trieste,  with  a  sufficiently 
deep  littoral  and  defensible  border  extending 
from  the  present  Italian  frontier  eastwards 
and  southwards  round  the  Gulf  of  Trieste,  and 
including  at  least  the  western  half  of  the 
Istrian  peninsula  with  Pola  and  the  Riva 
Arsa;  with  the  Istrian  Islands,  besides  Lissa 
and  Vallona,  the  Italian  strategic  situation  in 
the  Adriatic  would  defy  attack  without  in- 
fringing any  essential  Southern  Slav  rights. 
There  would  remain  the  question,  which 
naturally  appeals  strongly  to  Italian  senti- 
ment, of  preserving  the  traces  of  italianita 
at  the  few  points  on  the  Dalmatian  coast 
where  they  remain  '  in  being,'  and,  in  parti- 
cular, of  assuring  the  position  of  Italian- 
speaking  minorities  of  the  population.  No 
experienced  student  of  the  Southern  Slav 
question  can  anticipate  any  real  difficulty  on 
this  score,  provided  that  the  Italian  Govern- 
ment and  the  Southern  Slavs  alike  be  per- 
suaded that  agreement  and  co-operation  are 
essential  to  both,  and  take  their  stand  frankly 
on  the  principle  laid  down  by  the  Italian 
Premier  Sigr.  Boselli  in  the  Chamber  on  the 
7th  of  December,  that  peace,  to  be  lasting, 
must  be  based  upon  '  an  equilibrium  built  up 
'  upon  the  rights  of  nationalities.'  Lord 
Robert  Cecil  said  truly,  at  the  inauguration  of 
the  British  Italian  League  on  the  24th  of 
November,  that  there  is  no  real  conflict 
between  the  Southern  Slav  and  the  Italian 
National  ideals.  '  I  am  certain,'  he  added, 
'  there  is  room  for  both.  It  only  wants  clear 
'  understanding  on  both  sides  to  avoid  mis- 
conception.' 


The  United  States 
Going  Dry 

Prohibition   is   Keeping   Pace    With   the 
Sweep  of  Democratic  Dominance. 


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PROHIBITION  is  gaining  ground  so  rapidly 
■*■  in  the  United  States  that  it  is  now  con- 
sidered quite  possible  that  a  nation-wide 
dry  campaign  will  have  been  brought  to  a 
trumphant  culmination  by  1920.  The  facts 
are  concisely  marshalled  in  World's  Work,  an 
interesting  anology  between  prohibition  and 
Democratic  dominance  being  drawn.  The 
article  reads,  in  part: 

Draw  a  map  of  the  states  that  re-elected 
President  Wilson  and  then  place  beside  it  a 
similar  map  showing  the  states  that  now  have 
the  prohibitory  law.  These  two  exhibits  sug- 
gest certain  startling  possibilities.  Though 
in  spots  the  maps  show  variations — Wyoming, 
Utah,  California,  and  Texas  are  not  yet  pro- 
hibition— in  their  essentials  they  are  the  same. 
Thus  the  South  is  almost  as  solid  against 
alcohol  as  it  is  solid  against  the  Republican 
Party.  Prohibition  has  swept  the  territory 
west  of  the  JVIississippi  to  a  degree  that  can 
be  compared  only  with  the  success  of  the 
Democratic  candidate.  New  England  has  one 
solitary  state — New  Hampshire — that  voted 
for  Mr.  Wilson;  likewise  it  has  one  solitary 
state,  Maine,  that  flies  the  anti-alcohol  banner. 
The  great  populous  Eastern  states  that  have 
always,  since  the  Cicil  War,  determined 
Presidential  elections — New  York,  Pennsyl- 
vania, Indiana,  Illinois — are  now  strongholds 
of  Republicanism,  and  they  also  stand  out 
stalwartly  against  the  prohibition  crusade. 
Of  the  four  states  that  adopted  prohibition 
in  November,  two — Nebraska  and  Montana — 
also  cast  their  electoral  votes  for  the  Demo- 
cratic candidate.  In  Missouri  the  battle  was 
so  close  that  only  the  brewery-ridden  town  of 
St.  Louis  saved  the  day  for  alcohol. 

By  force  of  circumstances,  therefore,  the 
Democratic  Party  must  now  add  another  issue 
to  its  fighting  strength.     Mr.  Bryan  himself. 


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its  moat  popular  campaign  orator,  already 
says  that  national  prohibition  will  lead  all 
other  issues  in  1920.  By  that  time  the  issue 
may  have  disappeared,  for  it  is  not  impossible 
that  the  constitutional  amendment  enforcing 
national  prohibition  may  have  become  effec- 
tive. When  three  or  four  years  ago,  the  Anti- 
Saloon  League  raised  the  cry  of  a  "saloonless 
nation  by  1920,"  the  ambitious  programme 
was  generally  derided.  But  consider  a  few 
facts:  a  constitutional  amendment  requires 
the  ratification  of  three  fourths  of  the  states, 
that  is,  thirty-six.  At  the  present  moment  85 
per  cent,  of  the  territory  of  this  nation,  com- 
prising 63  per  cent,  of  its  people,  is  under 
some  form  of  prohibitory  law.  Twenty-three 
states  have  state-wide  prohibition.  Others 
will  soon  place  themselves  on  that  side;  thus 
Utah  elected  a  Democratic  governor  on  the 
Prohibition  issue,  and  the  successful  Democrat 
in  Florida,  the  Rev.  Sydney  J.  Catts,  defeated 
his  opponent  in  'the  primary  on  the  prohibi- 
tion question.  In  other  states  the  prohibition 
cause  is  gaining  so  rapidly  that  it  will  proba- 
bly win  in  the  next  two  or  three  years.  Indeed 
if  the  teetotalers  make  as  much  progress  in 
the  next  quadrennium  as  they  have  in  the  last, 
they  may  easily  have  the  thirty-six  state  votes 
needed  to  place  100,000,000  people  under  a 
prohibitory  law. 


Technical  Sides  of 
Submarine  Menace 

The  Speed  of  the  U-Boat — New  German 
Method  of  Provisioning. 


'  I  *  HE  submarine  menace  is  one  of  the  out- 
-*•  standing  phases  of  the  war  and  it  is 
clear  that  Britain  faces  a  very  great  danger 
indeed.  However,  in  Cassier's  Engineering 
Monthly,  "A  Naval  Architect,"  says  that  "in 
Sir  Joseph  T.  Maclay,  the  Shipping  Control- 
ler, the  cotintry  has,  in  common  opinion,  for 
once  in  a  while  got  the  right  man  for  the 
right  job."  In  discussing  the  building  of 
standard  ships  the  writer  thus  refers  to  the 
manner  in  which  the  mariner  meets  the  sub- 
marine   menace: — 

"In  the  matter  of  speed,  experience  has 
shown  that  in  general  10  to  11  knots  is  suf- 
ficient to  enable  a  cargo  boat  to  evade  the 
attention  of  enemy  underwater  craft.  There 
is,  therefore,  no  call  for  any  greater  speed 
than  this.  The  latest  type  of  U-boat,  it  is 
true,  is  credited  with  a  considerably  greater 
speed  than  11  knots,  when  at  the  surface,  but 
with  a  good  gun  and  expert  gunners,  with 
which  the  national  freight  carriers  will,  of 
course,  be  supplied,  there  need  be  little  to  fear 
from  the  attack  of  a  submarine.  Shipmasters 
generally  are  of  one  opinion  in  regard  to  the 
potency  of  a  gun  in  dealing  with  the  sub- 
marine. As  a  rule,  the  latter  will  not  come  to 
the  surface  if  he  sees  the  quarry  is  armed, 
and,  in  view  of  this  some  enterprising  com- 
manders have  had  dummy  guns  fitted  on  their 
vessels,  it  is  stated,  with  good  results.  In 
attacking  an  armed  merchantman  the  sub- 
marine usually  relies  on  his  torpedoes,  and, 
as  his  supply  of  this  weapon  is  strictly  lim- 
ited, after  a  trial  or  two,  he  finds  it  necessary 
to  return  to  his  base — that  is,  he  is  partially 
out  of  action  for  a  time." 

Another  writer  in  the  same  magazine  calls 
attention  to  an  important  scheme  that  is 
receiving  the  attention  of  the  Government. 
Remarking  that  in  the  shipbuilding  trade 
specifications  have  been  issued  for  a  number  , 
of  cargo  steamers  of  the  single-deck  type  to 
carry  8,000  to  10,000  tons  dead  weight,  to  be 
as  simple  and  inexpensive  in  design  as  pos- 
sible,   the    writer   goes    on    to    say: — 

"The  hulls  and  machinery  are  to  be  stan- 
dardized, and  the  vessels  are  to  have  priority 
in  construction.  These  specifications  have 
been  in  the  hands  of  the  builders  for  some 
time,  and  already  it  is  stated  that  orders  for 
some  twenty  ships  have  been  placed  on  the 
Clyde  and  that  a  like  number  are  in  process 
of  being  contracted  for  on  the  North-East 
Coast  and  elsewhere.     Before  long  it  is  esti- 


mated  that  forty  to  fifty  of  these  vessels 
will  be  in  hand,  and  as  nothing  is  to  stand  in 
the  way  of  their  construction,  early  delivery 
is  expected.  As  completed  they  will  be  taken 
over  by  the  Admiralty  and  engaged  in  trades 
essential  to  the  nation,  chiefly  grain  and  food 
carrying.  After  the  war  is  over  the  vessels 
will  be  offered  for  sale  to  private  owners,  and 
will  then  find  ready  buyers.  It,  therefore, 
looks  as  though  before  the  year  is  half  spent 
the  country  will  be  in  possession  of  some 
400,000  to  500,000  tons  of  useful  shipping 
ready  for  employment  in  supplying  the  na- 
tion with  food  and  raw  materials." 

In  the  London  Magazine  Pereival  A.  His- 
1am,  writing  on  "The  Truth  About  the  U-boat 
Peril,"  says: 

"Apart  from  the  gun  and  torpedo-carrying 
submarines  and  their  minelayers,  the  Germans 
have  made  arrangements  for  supplying  their 
ocean-going  U-boats  with  supplies  at  sea  by 
means  of  other  submarines,  which  take  out 
fuel,  stores  and  ammunition,  and  meet  the  U- 
boats  proper  at  prearranged  rendezvous.  The 
idea  is  obviously  practicable.  If  the  Deutsch- 
land  can  get  out  of  the  North  Sea  with  mar- 
ketable merchandise  for  the  United  States,  and 
other  submarines  with  torpedoes  and  shells 
for  the  murder  of  British  seamen,  there  is 
clearly  no  reason  why  yet  others  should  not 
take  out  reserves  of  oil  and  stores  for  the 
craft  engaged  in  the  work  of  commerce-de- 
struction. 

"An  ordinary  submarine,  when  normally 
cruising  on  the  surface,  uses  only  ten  tons  of 
fuel  for  every  thousand  miles  she  travels;  and 
as  the  normal  storage  capacity  can  be  in- 
creased very  largely  by  filling  the  greater 
part  of  the  ballast  tanks  with  fuel,  it  is  quite 
possible  that  there  exist  to-day  submarines 
with  a  cruising  radius  of  10,000  miles,  or  even 
more.  Only  recently  the  German  Admiralty 
announced  with  gusto  that  a  submarine  had 
returned  after  a  successful  cruise  at  sea  ex- 
tending over  fifty-five  days,  without  entering 
any  harbor  or  receiving  any  external  help. 
At  the  moderate  average  speed  of  eight  knots, 
this  represents  a  journey  of  no  less  than 
12,000  miles,  showing  to  what  extent,  geo- 
graphically, the  U-boat  menace  may  yet  ex- 
tend." 


Unrest  in  Bohemia 

The  Czechs  Have  no  Heart  in  the  War 
and  Hate  Their  Rulers. 


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57 


CTORIES  of  the  disaffection  of  the  people 
*^  of  Bohemia,  the  Czechs  who  have  been 
oppressed  by  the  Saltzburgs  for  centuries, 
have  been  current  ever  since  the  war  started. 
The  Czecjis,  being  a  Slavic  race,  have  had  no 
heart  in  the  war  against  their  brother  Slavs 
of  Russia  and  Serbia.  The  extent  of  this 
unrest  is  indicated  in  an  article  appearing  in 
the  Bohemian  Review,  a  periodical  published 
in  New  York  by  the  Czechs  in  the  United 
States.  The  following  paragraphs  tell 
graphically  what  the  real  situation  is: 

Our  people  were  thunderstruck  by  the  im- 
perial order  commanding  the  enlistment  of 
men  up  to  the  age  of  51.  Bohemians  looked 
upon  it  as  a  deliberate  attempt  of  the  Vienna 
and  Berlin  rulers  to  slaughter  the  Austrian 
Slavs.  As  it  was  impossible  to  protest  in 
parliament,  which  had  not  been  called  to- 
gether during  the  war,  Bohemian  deputies 
attempted  to  protest  in  print  against  the 
drafting  of  elderly  men,  but  declarations 
signed  by  the  Bohemian  Club  and  by  the 
Socialist  Club,  comprising  together  all  the 
Czech  deputies,  were  confiscated  and  never 
saw  the  light  of  day.  The  irony  of  it  was  that 
the  government  in  its  proclamations  cynically 
assumed  that  these  elderly  men  would  joyfully 
sacrifice  their  lives  in  company  with  their 
sons  in  the  defense  of  the  Austrian  "  father- 
land " 

The  new  recruits  must  report  upon  a  certain 
day,  according  to  the  year  of  their  birth,  and 
are  at  once  sent  to  Hungary  or  Saltzburg. 
Bohemia,  on  the  other  hand,  is  filled  with 
Rumanian,    Magyar    and    German    recruits. 


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ally designed  from  perfect  standards  to  fit  the 
figure  faultlessly,  and  they  are  made  in  such  a 
wide  variety  of  styles  that  there  is  a  model  per- 
fectly suited  to  every  figure. 

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They  are  very  bold  in  their  contact  with  the 
public,  conscious  of  their  privileged  position 
in  the  empire.  In  Pilsen  soldiers  of  a  Magyar 
regiment  treated  women  and  all  civilists  with 
indecency  and  violence  in  full  daylight.  In 
Stara  Boleslav,  Dr.  Saroch,  mayor  of  the  city, 
greatly  esteemed  in  the  whole  district,  was 
brutally  beaten  by  soldiers  of  the  local  gar- 
rison, when  he  reproved  them  for  their 
violence.  In  Hungary  the  contrary  is  true. 
In  Szegedin  our  soldiers  had  to  suffer  insults 
from  the  civil  population  and  were  virtually 
decimated  by  the  terribly  insanitary  state  of 
the  barracks.  Several  thousands  of  Bohemian 
conscripts  were  here  packed  into  dirty,  de- 
lapidated  barracks,  their  sleeping  quarters 
were  filthy  and  infested  with  vermin,  and  two 
hand  pumps  in  the  square  furnished  all  the 
facilities  for  the  ablutions  of  thousands.  The 
toilets  were  in  an  unspeakable  condition.  The 
result  was  an  epidemic  of  typhus  and  cholera. 
A  young  friend  of  mine,  not  quite  eighteen 
years  old,  touched  with  tuberculosis,  dared  to 
complain  that  he  was  sick.  For  that  he  was 
chained  to  the  wall  and  left  in  chains  until  he 
fainted. 

The  stories  we  heard  were  hard  to  believe, 
but  occasionally  some  desperately   sick  man 


came  back  and  verified  the  rumors.  Once  I 
received  a  postal  card  from  a  friend  who  was 
in  Szegedin  as  a  so-called  one-year  volunteer. 
He  wrote  "  It  is  not  true  that  our  life  in 
Szegedin  is  hell,  that  typhus  and  cholera  rage 
here.  It  is  not  true  to  say  that  when  a  Czech 
soldier  goes  by  the  people  here  raise  their 
hands  to  imitate  the  sign  of  surrender  and 
that  we  are  insulted.  There  are  no  trenches 
and  wire  entanglements  in  this  neighborhood. 
And  it  is  not  true,  as  the  rumor  says,  that 
15,000  Roumanians  fled  from  this  region  into 
Roumania.     We  are  having  a  fine  time,  lots 


of  fun  and  think  of  you  often."  Why  did  my 
friend  write  "it  is  not  true"?  I  never  said 
or  wrote  to  him  anything  of  that  sort.  It  was 
the  only  way  he  could  inform  me  that  the 
things  he  denied  were  facts. 

Terrible  are  the  straits  amid  which  our 
nation  lives.  The  military  rulers  of  the  state 
send  our  people  to  the  slaughter,  and  the 
percentage  of  killed  among  our  countrymen 
will  be  much  higher  than  among  the  Germans 
and  Magyars.  And  yet  we  are  not  discour- 
aged. We  shall  not  perish,  neither  shall  our 
children. 


The  Future  of  the  Aeroplane 


'Tp  HE  future  of  the  aeroplane  is  discussed 
-*■  by  Orville  Wright  in  Harper's  Magazine 
in  the  form  of  an  interview,  the  writer  being 
Burton  J.  Hendrick.  He  deals  with  many 
very  important  points,  but  chief  interest  per- 
haps attaches  to  his  prediction  that  the  aero- 
plane will  be  a  potent  factor  in  ending  war. 
On  this  point  he  says: 


'*I  really  believe  that  the  aeroplane  will 
help  peace  in  more  ways  than  one — in  par- 
ticular I  think  it  will  have  a  tendency  to 
make  war  impossible.  Indeed,  it  ia  my  convic- 
tion that,  had  the  European  governments 
foreseen  the  part  which  the  aeroplane  was  to 
play,  especially  in  reducing  all  their  strate- 
gical plans  to  a  devastating  deadlock,  they 
would  never  have  entered  upon  the  war. 
Possibly  they  foresaw  something  of  the  pre- 


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sent  development,  but  not  definitely.  When 
I  was  in  England  several  years  ago  I  found 
the  British  Government  not  at  all  enthusias- 
tic about  the  aeroplane,  since  the  English 
military  experts  regarded  it  as  a  menace  to 
England's  isolation.  This  was  the  time  when 
the  nation  was  aroused  over  the  fear  of  a 
German  invasion;  there  was  a  widespread  be- 
lief that  the  Germans  were  planning  a  de- 
scent in  several  forms  of  aircraft,  and  many 
very  .sensible  people  regarded  such  an  enter- 
prise as  not  impossible.  Naturally  they  looked 
with  suspicion  upon  any  instrument,  such  as 
the  aeroplane,  which  might  facilitate  such  an 
operation.  This  illustrates  the  mistaken  no- 
tions which  were  entertained  concerning  the 
practical  uses  of  the  aeroplane  in  warfare. 
Most  of  us  saw  its  use  for  scouting  purposes, 
but  few  foresaw  that  it  would  usher  in  an 
entirely  new  form  of  warfare.  As  a  result  of 
its  activities,  every  opposing  general  knows 
precisely  the  strength  of  his  enemy  and  pre- 
cisely what  he  is  going  to  do.  Thus  surprise 
attacks,  which  for  thousands  of  years  have 
determined  the  event  of  wars,  are  no  longer 
possible,  and  thus  all  future  wars,  between 
forces  which  stand  anywhere  near  an  equality, 
will  settle  down  to  tedious  deadlocks.  Civil- 
ized countries,  knowing  this  in  advance,  will 
hesitate  before  taking  up  arms — a  fact  which 
makes  me  believe  that  the  aeroplane,  far 
more  than  Hague  conferences  and  Leagues 
to  enforce  peace,  will  exert  a  powerful  in- 
fluence  in   putting  an   end   to   war." 

"I  presume  you  would  welcome  such  an  out- 
come?"  I   said. 

"Yes,  indeed,"  answered  Mr.  Wright,  quick- 
ly. "I  should  hail  this  as  the  aeroplane's 
greatest  triumph.  My  main  interest  is  in  the 
aeroplane  as  a  real  promoter  of  civilization. 
Recent  events  have  made  us  regard  it  almost 
exclusively  as  a  weapon  of  war.  Probably 
many  people  believe  that,  as  soon  as  peace  is 
signed,  the  thousands  of  aeroplanes  that  have 
contributed  so  greatly  to  it  will  be  scrapped. 
That  is  not  my  belief.  After  the  war  we  are 
told  we  shall  have  a  new  world  and  a  new 
type  of  civilization;  in  my  opinion  one  of  the 
factors  that  will  contribute  to  this  changed 
order  will  be  the  part  which  will  be  played  in 
it  by  the  aeroplane.  We  shall  have  an  en- 
tirely new  form  of  transportation,  which  will 
serve  many  ends  and  contribute  in  many  ways 
to  the  welfare  and  happiness  of  mankind." 

"Yes,"  I  remarked,  "we  have  many  prophets 
who  tell  us  of  the  wonderful  future  in  store 
for  your  invention." 

"Yet  I  am  not  one  of  those,"  answered  Mr. 
Wright,  "who  entertain  extravagant  ideas 
concerning  its  future.  All  sorts  of  ridiculous 
notions  are  afloat,  largely  fathered  by  people 
of  lively  imagination  and  of  limited  inform- 
ation. I  do  not  believe  that  all  transporta- 
tion in  future  will  be  through  the  air.  The 
aeroplane  will  not  supplant  the  railroad,  the 
trolley-car,  or  the  automobile.  All  our  pres- 
ent methods  of  transporting  passengers  and 
freight  will  continue  to  render  excellent  ser- 
vice; the  aeroplane  will  merely  be  another 
agency  for  performing  a  similar  kind  of  work. 
There  are  certain  things  that  it  will  do  better 
than  the  railroad  or  the  automobile,  and  its 
use  will  therefore  be  limited  to  these,  for  we 
must  realize  at  the  start  that  the  aeroplane 
has  decided  limitations.  In  saying  this  I  am 
discussing  the  machine  as  we  know  it  to-day. 
It  is  not  impossible  that  other  forms  of  air- 
craft, built  upon  other  principles,  may  be  in- 
vented, which  may  accomplish  all  the  wonder- 
ful things  certain  imaginative  people  proph- 
esy for  the  present  aeroplane.  We  see  num- 
erous pictures  to-day  of  aircraft  as  large  as 
ocean-liners,  but  these  are  merely  vain  im- 
aginings. We  shall  have  no  aeroplanes  as 
large  as  the  Lusitania.  Any  one  who  under- 
stands the  fund'imentals  of  air  mechanics  will 
immediately  understand  why  this  is  so.  The 
aeroplane  is  built  essentially  upon  the  same 
principles  as  a  bird;  it  has  the  same  flying 
capabilities  as  a  bird,  and  precisely  the  same 
limitations.  The  best  flyer  among  birds  is 
the  humming-bird.  Have  you  ever  noticed 
how  it  poises  itself  in  the  air,  in  almost 
identically  the  same  place,  perhaps  for  an 
hour  at  a  time?  The  humming-bird  is  one  of 
the  smallest  of  birds;  and  certain  insects, 
which  are  much  smaller,  such  as  the  dragon- 
fly, are  also  wonderful  flyers.  It  is  a  law  of 
nature  that,  the  larcer  the  bird,  the  poorer 
its    flying    ability.     The    barnyard    fowl    has 


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in  toilet  and  bath  use.  Its  rich,  creamy 
lather— its  whiteness  and  lasting  purity— 
are  due  to  the  skillful  blending  of  choice 
materials. 

The  oval,  floating  cake  fits  the  hand,  and 
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great  difficulty  in  getting  over  a  fence,  while 
the  ostrich  does  not  fly  at  all.  All  creature* 
that  live  in  the  air  are  small;  we  have  nothing, 
among  flying  animals,  which  can  be  compared 
in  size  to  the  horse  or  the  elephant.  There  are- 
excellent  mechanical  reasons  for  this.  The 
main  one  is  that,  as  a  bird  increases  in  size, 
its  weight  increases  at  a  much  greater  rate 
than  the  area  of  its  wings.  Thus,  if  a  bird 
doubles  in  size,  it  would  need,  to  lift  itself  in 
the  air,  not  twice  as  much  power,  but  eight 
times  as  much.  That  is,  its  weight  increase* 
as  its  cube,  whereas  the  area  of  the  wings  in- 
creases as  its  square.  You  can  easily  see 
where  that  mathematical  principle  will  soon 
land  you.This  is  the  principle  that  limits  the 
size  of  birds,  and  it  is  also  the  principle  that 
limits  the  size  of  aeroplanes,  which  fly  just 
as  birds  fly.  Each  increase  in  size  demands  a 
much  greater  proportional  increase  in  motive 
power,  the  result  being  that  we  have  to  add 
so  enormously  to  the  weight  that  the  aero- 
plane soon  reaches  a  size  where  it  connot  leave 
the  ground.  Many  attempts  have  been  made- 
to  make  bigger  machines,  but  nothing  is  gain- 
ed in  economy  or  usefulness  by  making  them. 
The  aeroplane  is  a  method  of  transportation 
that  works  best  and  least  expensively  in  small 
units.  We  can  get  better  and  cheaper  service 
out  of  two  aeroplanes  of  moderate  size  than 
we  can  get  out  of  one  which  is  twice  as  large. 
There  are  other  factors  that  will  limit  our 
present  aeroplane  practically  to  its  present 
size,  but  it  is  unnecessary  to  go  into  the  mat- 
ter in  greater  detail.  Ten  passengers  have 
already  been  carried  comfortably,  yet  it  is  a 
fact  that  a  large  car  carrying  ten  passengers 
would  not  be  so  economical  or  efficient  as  tei» 
little  cars  each  carrying  one." 


What  Schools  Should 
Teach 

Some  Practical  Suggestions  for  Edttea- 
tional  Reforms. 


PRACTICAL  suggestions  for  reforms  in 
^  educational  matters  are  put  forward  by 
Louis  A.  Springer  in  the  course  of  an 
article  in  Munsey's  magazine.  His  ideas  on 
what  the  schools  of  the  future  should  teach 
are  condensed  into  the  following  summary: 

As  higher  education  reaches  its  greatest 
usefulness  when  it  functions  in  service  to 
society,  so  must  elementary  education  prove 
itself  by  functioning  in  service  to  the  indi- 
vidual child.  Spelling,  for  instance,  must 
function  in  correct  writing,  grammar  in  cor- 
rect speech.  No  method  which  fails  to  attain 
this  practical  result  will  be  tolerated.  Theo- 
retical grammar  has  no  place  in  the  schools  of 
the  future. 

History  is  valuable  in  life  only  as  it  deals 
with  events  that  have  survived  in  their  in- 
fluence on  the  institutions  of  civilization.  The 
schoolboy  of  the  next  generation  will  be  spar- 
ed the  dreary  study  of  long  campaigns  and 
"  famous  victories  "  that  have  left  no  actual 
impress  on  the  life  he  must  live.  Dr.  Arthur 
Benson,  president  of  Magdalene  College, 
Cambridge,  believes  that  the  histories  of  the 
future  will  be  largely  written  upon  economic 
and  biographical  lines,  paying  special  atten- 
tion to  the  growth  of  political  institutions  and 
to  the  "  development  of  the  ideas  that  lead  to 
the  peaceful  combinations  by  the  name  of 
civilization." 

The  geography  of  the  future  will  give  a  real 
picture  of  the  world  as  it  is,  not  crushing  the 
childish  imagination  with  a  mass  of  unrelated 
facts  and  tongue-twisting  names,  but  stimulat- 
ing it  by  a  vivid  presentation  of  the  com- 
mercial and  esthetic  relations  of  the  whole 
world  to  the  learner's  experiences. 

Science  on  general  lines  will  assume  in- 
creased importance  in  the  schools  of  the  next 
generation.  Many  educators,  notably  Dr. 
Edward  L.  Thorndike,  professor  of  educational 
psychology  at  Teachers  College,  Columbia 
University,  believe  that  in  a  combination  of 
vocational  and  scientific  training  lies  the 
future  of  modern  education. 


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"  The  schoolboy  of  the  future  will  know 
more  about  the  care  of  a  gasoline  engine  than 
he  will  about  the  capes  and  bays  of  the  Afri- 
can coast,"  said  Dr.  Thorndike.  "  The  school- 
girl will  have  a  clearer  idea  of  the  chemistry 
of  the  family  milk-bottle  and  the  mechanism  of 
a  typewriter  than  she  will  about  cube  root  or 
Greek   mythology." 

There  will  be  little  place  in  the  schools  of 
the  future  for  the  classical  languages.  Greek 
will  more  than  ever  be  related  to  the  special- 
ists. Latin,  when  retained  at  all,  will  be  only 
for  the  youth  with  pronounced  linguistic 
^fts.  Modern  languages,  on  the  other  hand, 
will  play  a  larger  part  than  ever  before  in 
the  new  education. 

Americans  are  probably  the  worst  lin- 
guists in  the  world,  not  even  excepting  the 
English,  our  only  possible  rivals  for  this 
doubtful  honor.  The  practically  complete  fail- 
ure of  American  pupils  to  acquire  a  living 
knowledge  of  foreign  languages  is  a  severe  in- 
dictment of  the  schools  and  colleges  that  have 
devoted  years  to  their  instruction.  The  re- 
cent ruling  of  the  Boston  School  Committee, 
which  requires  that  all  teachers  of  modern 
languages  shall  prove  their  ability  to  con- 
verse in  such  languages,  offers  a  suggestion 
of  hope  for  the  future,  while  furnishing  a 
significant  commentary  on  the  methods  of  the 
past. 

The  new  education  will  teach  languages  as 
tongues,  not  as  literature  or  as  mental  dis- 
cipline. The  demand  for  linguists  in  this 
country  is  urgent  and  insistent.  The  Federal 
Bureau  of  Foreign  and  Domestic  Commerce 
has  always  had  great  difficulty  in  finding 
young  Americans  with  sufficient  knowledge  of 
languages  to  fill  the  positions  it  offers. 

The  high  schools  have  long  been  a  bone  of 
contention  in  the  public  school  system.  The 
original  tradition  of  the  high  school  was  that 
of  a  preparatory  school  for  college.  To  this 
idea  it  has  clung  tenaciously,  long  resisting 
every  effort  to  bring  it  into  the  line  of  public 
service.  Its  equipment  has  been  more  costly 
and  its  teachers  more  highly  paid  than  those 
of  the  elementary  schools,  yet  only  a  very 
small  percentage  of  the  children  of  the  country 
were  financially  or  intellectually  able  to  make 
use  of  the  advantages  it  offered. 

But  the  high  schools,  too,  have  felt  the 
healthy  unrest  in  the  educational  world,  and 
have  modified  their  remoteness  from  the  life 
of  the  every-day  citizen.  A  number  of  Ameri- 
can cities — including  Chicago,  Milwaukee,  Los 
Angeles,  and  Newton,  Massachusetts — have 
thrown  overboard  the  old  "college  prepara- 
tory" tradition,  and  have  opened  their  high 
schools  to  all  children  of  proper  age  without 
entrance  examination,  or  without  regard  to 
the  previous  school  record.  If  the  old  courses 
cannot  attract  and  benefit  these  children, 
courses  are  introduced  that  will  do  so,  whether 
they  be  vocational,  scientific,  or  something 
else. 


If  Germany  Should 
Win 

What   This   Would  Mean   to   the   United 
States. 


A  MOST  frank  avowal  of  the  close  con- 
tinuity of  interest  that  exists  between 
the  United  States  and  Great  Britain,  is  con- 
tained in  an  article  in  World's  Work  by  Ed- 
ward  G.  Lowry,  under  the  heading,  "If  Ger- 
many should  win."  The  crux  of  the  article 
is  contained  in  the  following  paragraphs. 

Consider  this  dramatic  fact:  There  are  be- 
tween twenty-five  and  forty  fighting  ships, 
with  their  auxiliaries,  flying  the  British  flag, 
now  lying  at  naval  bases  along  the  North 
Sea  coast  of  Great  Britain,  that  control  the 
food  supplies  of  millions,  the  rate  of  exchange 
all  over  the  world,  the  political  destinies  of 
hundreds  of  millions,  and  the  growth  or 
decay  of  democracy  on  this  planet.  If  by 
hook  or  crook  the  Germans  could  destroy  the 
British  heavy  battleship  fleet  in  a  night  the 
whole  direction  and  destiny  of  humanity 
would    be    changed.      The    downfall    of    the 


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Roman  Empire  was  a  momentous  event  in  the 
history  of  the  world,  but  it  was  gradual. 
Society  had  opportunity  to  accommodate  it- 
self to  its  changes.  But  the  fate  of  this  world 
as  it  is  organized  to-day  hangs  on  that  little 
group  of  engines  of  war  off  the  north  coast 
of  Scotland  and  the  men  who  control  it.  They 
mean  more  to  us  and  to  posterity  than  any 
one  quite  realizes.  Verdun  and  the  Berlin- 
Bagdad  ideas,  great  conceptions  as  they  are, 
dwarf  into  trivialites.  Should  this  little 
group  of  floating  gun  platforms  fail  in  its 
appointed  task,  we  would  feel  the  effects,  next 
to  Great  Britain,  more  than  any  country  or 
people  in  the  world.  It  would  mean  that  Eng- 
land would  be  starved  into  submission.  It 
would  mean  that  we  would  probably  lose  all 
the  money  that  we  have  lent  to  England  and 
all  that  she  owes  us.  It  would  mean  a  finan- 
cial panic  such  as  the  world  has  never  seen. 
Credit  would  dry  up.  Exchange  would  break 
down.  All  the  fabric  of  international  com- 
merce would  be  destroyed.  All  the  relation- 
ships that  have  been  established  between  na- 
tion and  nation  and  people  and  people  would 
have  to  be  reconstructed  on  a  new  basis.  It 
would  mean  nothing  less  than  the  reconstruc- 
tion of  the  civilization  of  the  whole  world. 
Every  trade  route,  every  financial  arrange- 
ment, every  political  agreement,  and  every 
international  policy  would  have  to  be  modified 
and   shaped  to  meet  the  new   and  unreliable 


conditions.  No  finite  vision  can  comprehend 
in  defi:nite,  actual  terms  the  extent  and  full 
effect  of  such  a  calamity.  It  is  worth  think- 
ing about  and  worth  speculating  about  here  in 
the  United  States,  remote  as  is  the  possibility, 
if  it  brings  home  to  the  people  here  how 
closely  our  destinies  in  the  world  are  linked 
with  Great  Britain's.  The  two  countries  are 
indissolubly  bound  together  in  this  world. 
Their  fortunes  cannot  be  separated.  They 
must  fail  or  prosper,  rise  or  fall,  together. 
Neither  can  go  ahead  at  the  expense  of  the 
other.  Every  day  since  this  war  began  has 
proved  that.  If  the  United  States  had  not 
supplied  Great  Britain  and  her  Allies  from 
our  financial,  industrial,  economic,  and  agri- 
cultural resources  the  war  against  Germany 
could  not  have  been  waged  as  it  has  been.  If 
Great  Britain,  through  the  employment  of  her 
sea  power,  her  fleet,  had  not  kept  the  sea  lanes 
open,  the  condition  of  stagnation  that  came 
at  the  outbreak  of  the  war  would  have  pre- 
vailed, only  to  a  lesser  degree,  to-day.  We 
should  have  had  no  market  for  our  produce 
and  we  should  have  suffered.  We  would  have 
been  isolated.  Our  activities  would  have 
withered.  Factories  would  have  been  closed. 
Hundreds  of  thousands  of  idle  men  would 
clamor  for  employment.  You  can  draw  the 
black  picture  for  yourself  of  what  would 
happen  if  this  country's  activities  were  ar- 
rested and  crippled. 


Discoveries  That  Are  Possible 


The  Results  That  are  Obtainable  From 
Industrial  Research. 


'Tp  HERE  is  a  stong  feeling  in  Canada  that 
-*■  industrial  research,  with  a  view  to  im- 
proving our  position  in  regard  to  world  trade, 
after  the  war,  is  one  of  the  live  topics  of  the 
present  moment.  Consequently  interest  will 
attach  to  the  following  extract  from  an  art- 
icle by  Raymond  F.  Bacon,  Ph.D.,  in  Scientific 
American: 

The  possibilities  of  new  discoveries  in  al- 
most every  field  of  industrial  endeavor  are 
almost  limitless.  Hundreds  of  men  gifted 
with  the  genius  for  research  could  give  their 
lives  to  investigation  in  the  field  of  some  in- 
dustry and  still  that  field  would  not  be  ex- 
hausted of  research  opportunities.  In  fact, 
research  is  in  that  regard  different  from  cer- 
tain ordinary  lines  of  business;  the  greater 
the  number  of  researches,  the  greater  is  the 
progress  in  a  given  field;  but  every  new  de- 
velopment in  manufacturing  creates  new  pro- 
blems and  the  opportunities  for  discoveries 
become  continually  greater  as  we  learn  more 
and  more  of  the  possibilities  of  the  materials 
with  which  we  ordinarily  deal  in  the  manu- 
factures and  arts.  In  illustration,  I  shall  cite 
some  instances  from  the  domain  of  iron  and 
steel.  We  see  tremendous  advances  made  in 
imparting  new  properties  to  those  old  metals 
by  means  of  mere  traces  of  other  metals.  For 
example,  it  has  been  found  that  a  mere  trace 
of  copper  gives  to  steel  the  desirable  property 
of  resisting  corrosion,  while  the  addition   in 


small  amounts  of  vanadium  or  tungsten  to 
steel  affords  a  supersteel  with  certain  physical 
properties  far  beyond  those  of  any  ordinary 
steel.  We  see  the  addition  of  magnesium 
giving  to  aluminum  new  properties  of 
strength  and  casting  quality  which  immedi- 
ately make  this  metal  available  in  a  large  way 
for  use  in  automobiles,  aeroplanes,  etc.  Such 
matters  as  these,  where  a  metal  has  con- 
ferred upon  it  entirely  novel  properties  and 
thereby  enters  an  immense  new  field  of  use- 
fulness by  the  addition  of  very  small  amounts 
of  some  other  metal  or  metals,  belong  in  the 
field  of  those  things  that  cannot  be  predicted 
by  existing  scientific  theories.  The  only  way 
such  discoveries  can  be  made  is  by  patient 
and  careful  application  of  cut-and-try,  and, 
when  one  considers  that  the  number  of  pos- 
sible combinations  runs  literally,  into  the 
hundreds  of  thousands,  it  will  be  seen  how 
much  work  is  open  in  this  field  of  "dilute  al- 
loys." It  is  said  that  the  application  of 
copper  to  steel,  which  has  grown  into  the  im- 
mense industry  of  making  certain  types  of 
non-corrosive  steel,  was  somewhat  of  an  acci- 
dental discovery,  occurring  in  this  way: 
There  was  a  bridge  in  Mexico  which  had  not 
been  properly  protected  by  paint  and  which 
had  still  resisted  corrosion  to  a  very  unusual 
degree.  An  analysis  of  the  nietal  used  in  the 
construction  of  this  bridge  revealed  traces  of 
copper  and  the  following  up  of  this  result 
eventuated  in  the  discovery  that  copper,  with- 
in certain  limited  percentages,  does  impart 
to  steel  marked  resistance  to  corrosion.  It 
may  be  predicted  that  in  the  next  few  years 
the  development  of  new  types  of  alloys  along 
the  above  general  lines  will  exert  a  tremend- 
ous influence  on  certain  industries  and  very 
especially  on  the  motor-car  industry. 


General  Lyautey  and  His  Work 


What  Various  Writers  Say  of  the  Char- 
acter and  Methods  of  the  New 
Military  Dictator  of  France. 


'  I  *HERE  is  a  story  of  the  new  French  War 
■*•  Minister  which  typifies  the  man.  Years 
ago  he  was  in  Tonking  under  Gallieni  that 
indefatigable  coloniser.  The  order  came  for 
him  to  return  to  France,  and  gladly  he  ac- 
cepted it,  for  he  was  worn  out.  No  one  saw 
him  on  board,  he  was  down  below  resting 
tired  brain  and  muscle.  At  Colombo  a  tele- 
gram was  handed  to  him   from   the   French 


Government  saying  it  required  him  in  Mada- 
gascar. What  was  he  to  do?  Return  to 
France  and  thence  take  a  steamer?  Not  a  bit 
of  it.  He  learned  that  at  Aden,  six  days 
further  on,  a  French  boat  for  Madagascar 
would  cross  his.  That  was  good  enough.  At 
Aden,  then,  he  transferred  himself,  bag  and 
baggage,  to  the  other  ship,  and  speeded  over 
the  waters  to  his  new  post.  His  tellow-voya- 
geure  noted  that  he  was  no  longer  tired — 
for  France  had  need  of  him.  The  following 
brief  sketches  quoted  from  the  Contemporary 
Review  give  some  illuminating  picture  of  the 


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character  of  this  interesting  soldier  and 
statesman: 

General  Lyautey  combines  intellect  with 
energy.  His  colonial  work  for  France  is  a 
happy  blend  of  the  two.  "Not  so  long  ago, 
the  idea  existed  that  a  man  of  action  and  a 
man  of  thought  were  irreconcilable,"  said  the 
new  Minister,  in  a  famous  address  delivered 
at  the  Lycee  at  Oran  in  Algeria.  "But  such 
a  notion,"  he  continued,  "is  disproved  by  the 
most  glorious  periods  of  humanity:  Hellenic 
civilization  and  the  Italian  Renaissance." 

"When  you  root  out  a  nest  of  pirates,  re- 
member that  you  have  to  plant  a  market  on 
the  morrow,"  was  Gallieni's  advice  to  his  mili- 
tary commanders.  It  is  the  principle  upon 
which  Lyautey  has  always  acted  in  Algeria 
and  Morocco.  Ense  et  aroto  (by  the  sword 
and  by  the  plough)  was  as  much  his  motto  as 
Bugeaud's.  He  thought  always  of  the  market 
or  the  school  or  the  bridge  or  the  road  that 
he   would  "plant  there"   on   the  morrow. 

General  Lyautey  has  written  some  remark- 
able pages  describing  what  he  calls  the.  social 
or  civil  role  of  the  officer.  Amongst  subject- 
races  he  must  uplift  the  banner  of  civiliza- 
tion, he  must  advance  the  native  in  the  arts 
of  peace.  At  home,  especially  since  the  rigid 
application  of  universal  peace,  he  must  de- 
vote himself  to  the  moral,  as  well  as  the  phy- 
sical, well-being  of  his  men.  Universal  ser- 
vice, he  says,  should  not  be  regarded  as  a 
sterile  or  a  burdensome  task,  but  as  an  oppor- 
tunity for  extended  social  service.  Let  the 
young  officer  learn  also  that,  though  the 
privileged  caste  has  disappeared,  there  is  still 
a  public  necessity  for  discipline,  respect,  and 
self-sacrifice. 

The  author  is  particularly  interesting  when 
he  defines  this  enlarged  duty  of  the  officer. 
Now  that  every  young  man  passes  through 
his  hands  in  the  barrack  square  or  on  the 
training  ground,  he  has  become  the  great 
educator    of    the    nation. 

In  the  Outlook  we  read: 

Why  did  the  choice  for  this  all-important 
office  fall  on  General  Lyautey,  a  man  whose 
name  was  hardly  known  outside  France?  Be- 
cause Lyautey  has  proved  himself  to  possess 
exactly  the  powers  required,  by  practically 
conquering  and  then  splendidly  organizing  a 
territory,  turbulent  and  warlike,  which  is 
actually  larger  than  France — the  great  ter- 
ritory of  Morocco,  which  has  for  a  dozen  years 
been  the  chief  diplomatic  battleground  be- 
tween France  and  Germany.  Gustave  Sabin, 
the  writer  who  knows  most  about  the  work  of 
the  French  in  Africa  in  their  immense  colonial 
empire  which  measures  more  than  four  mil- 
lion square  miles  (larger  by  a  third  than  the 
continental  United  States),  has  thus  summar- 
ized Lyautey 's  work  in  Morocco:  "It  would  be 
impossible  within  the  limits  of  an  article  to 
present  all  the  fruits  of  the  prodigious  an<f 
fecund  activity  which  manifests  itself  with 
equal  success  in  all  domains,  military,  eco- 
nomic, political.  .  .  .  The  first,  perhaps,  of 
his  qualities  is  an  extraordinary  power  of 
work,  a  prodigious  vitality.  A  cold  flame, 
which  reflects  itself  in  his  clear  blue  eyes, 
upholds  this  man,  who  needs  only  a  few  hours 
of  sleep  each  night,  and  remains  in  his  green 
maturity  miraculously  vigorous  and  full  of 
force.  And  the  Mussulmans,  great  admirers 
of  physical  power,  who  have  seen  him,  always 
the  first,  at  the  head  of  their  wildest  cavalry 
expeditions,  were  perhaps  allured  as  much 
by  his  dash,  his  skilful  daring,  as  by  the  elo- 
quence, intimate,  rapid,  full  images,  which  he 
brought,  to  convince  them,  to  the  service  of 
his  supple  diplomacy,  his  incessant  desire  to 
please  and  to  attach  to  him  whoever  approach- 
ed him;  to  gather  together,  to  enroll  defend- 
ers, co-operators  in  his  magnificent  work." 

We  see  why  this  great  soldier-administra- 
tor has  been  summoned  by  France,  in  her 
day  of  supreme  effort,  to  undertake  the  or- 
ganization of  the  means  of  victory. 


Shaving  Single  Handed 
in  a  Militar:/  Hospital 

Only  those  who  have  bee  *  rnere  c^i 
realize  what  the  Gillette  Safety  Razor  is 
doing  for  the  wounded  ! 

Clean  shaving  on  the  firing  line,  possible  only 
with  a  Gillette,  has  saved  endless  trouble  in  dressing 
face  wounds.  In  the  hands  of  orderly  or  nurse  it 
shortens  by  precious  minutes  the?  preparations  for 
operating.  Later,  in  the  hands  of  the  patients,  it  is 
a  blessing  indeed ! 

As  soon  as  their  strength  begins  to  /eturn,  they 
get  the  Gillette  into  action,  and  fairly  revel  in  the 
finishing  touch  which  it  gives  to  the  welcome  clean- 
liness of  hospital  life.  For  though  he  can  use  but 
one  hand — and  that  one  shaky — a  man  can  shave 
himself  safely  and  comfortably  with  a  Gillette 
Safety  Razor. 

It  may  seem  a  little  thing  to  you  to  send  a  Gillette  to  that 
lad  you  l^now  Overseas,  but  to  him  it  toill  mean  so  much  I  It 
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Biology  and  the  Nation's  Food 


How  a  Readjustment  of  System  Can  In- 
crease Production  and  Lower 
Food  Prices. 


"XXTE  MAY,  without  argument,  assume  that 
"^  '  at  least  a  part  of  the  recent  rise  in 
prices  is  due  to  the  wastefulness  of  war.  We 
know  also  that  the  crop  year  now  closing  was 
below  normal,  not  only  in  this  country,  but 
also  in  others.  If  the  entire  difficulty  were 
due  to  these  two  causes  we  might  look  forward 
to  the  future  with  complacency,  for  wars  come 
to  an  end  and  bad  seasons  are  only  occa- 
sienal. 

That  there  are  other  and  more  permanent 
causes  is  shown  in  a  recent  article  in  The 
Scientific  Monthly,  and  the  facts  given  here 
apply  in  a  general  way  to  Canadian  condi- 
tions. 

During  the  last  decade  of  the  last  century, 
says  the  writer,  the  average  price  of  farm 
land  in  the  United  States  rose  108  per  cent. 
During  the  same  time  there  was  an  average 
increase  of  67  per  cent,  in  the  price  of  farm 
products.  Thus  far  in  the  present  decade 
both  these  rates  have  been  exceeded. 

This  increase  in  the  price  of  land  is  due  to 
two  principal  causes.     In  the  first  place,  by 


the  early  nineties  the  more  desirable  por- 
tions of  the  public  domain  had  been  settled, 
and  those  who  a  few  years  earlier  would  have 
homesteaded  new  land  were  now  confronted 
with  the  necessity  of  buying.  This  greatly  in- 
creased competition,  and  prices  rose  accord- 
ingly. 

But  the  very  fact  that  good  farm  lands  were 
not  coming  into  cultivation  as  rapidly  as 
formerly  lowered  the  rate  of  increase  in  pro- 
duction. This  caused  higher  prices  for  farm 
products,  and  this  in  turn  a  further  increase 
in  the  price  of  land.  It  appears,  therefore, 
that  we  have  arrived  at  a  period  or  are  rapidly 
approaching  it,  when  increase  in  production 
of  food  no  longer  keeps  pace  with  increase  in 
population.  Let  us  now  consider  a  few  of  our 
leading  food  resources  to  see  whether  this 
conclusion   is   justified. 

The  average  annual  production  of  wheat  in 
this  country  by  ten-year  periods  for  the  last 
three  decades  has  been,  in  bushels  per  capita, 
7.3,  7.8  and  8.0,  respectively.  These  figures 
indicate  a  slight  increase  in  production  as 
compared  with  increase  in  population.  But 
these  are  ten-year  averages.  The  area  of  our 
wheat  crop  for  each  of  the  last  ten  years, 
ending  with  1915,  has  been,  in  millions  of 
acres,  47,  45,  48,  47,  46,  50,  46,  50,  54,  and 
60,  respectively.  The  marked  increase  last 
year  may  be  attributed  to  the  stimulating 
effect  of  the  high  prices  incident  to  war. 

While  wheat  is  our  most  important  bread 
crop,  corn  is  a  far  more  important  crop  when 


considered  in  its  entire  relation  to  our  na- 
tional economy.  It  occupies  nearly  twice  the 
acreage  of  ony  other  crop,  has  a  total  value 
more  than  twice  as  great,  and  is  the  principal 
basis  of  meat  production  in  this  country. 
Even  the  great  crop  of  last  year  was  only 
equal  to  that  of  three  years  earlier.  It  is 
evident  that  we  have  reached  a  point  where 
increase  in  the  production  of  corn  is  not 
nearly  keeping  pace  with  increase  in  popu- 
lation. 

It  may  not  be  out  of  place  to  remark  that 
the  present  abnormal  price  of  potatoes  is  due 
neither  to  the  European  war  nor  to  an  ap- 
proaching shortage  in  this  crop.  The  crop 
planted  last  spring  was  in  fact  unusually 
large,  and  in  some  localities  production  was 
a  maximum.  But  in  several  large  producing 
centers  there  was  an  almost  complete  failure 
of  the  crop  because  of  unfavorable  weather. 
That  potato  production  is  keeping  pace  with 
increase  in  population  is  strongly  indicated 
by  the  per  capita  production  for  the  last  four 
census  years,  which  was  3.5,  3.5,  3.7  and  4.7 
bushels.  The  figures  for  recent  years  confirm 
this  conclusion.  The  only  present  menace  to 
this  crop  is  the  possible  introduction  and 
spread  of  fungus  diseases,  which  it  is  the 
province  of  the  biologist  to  prevent.  In  this 
connection  it  may  be  noted  that  only  recently 
quarantines  were  in  force  against  the  im- 
portation of  seed  potatoes  from  infected  re- 
gions. 

There  was  a  time  when  the  American  people 
were  probably  the  equal  of  any  people  in  the 
world  as  consumers  of  meat.  That  was  when 
we  had   an   excess  of  good  agricultural   land. 


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FAIR   LIST   PRICES 


FAIR    TREATMENT 


The  Trade  has  400  Tires 

The  Speedivay  But'  ONE 

GOODRICH 


\ 


RTOWN 


COIRP  TIR 


Ten 

Silvertown 
Cord  X-cels 

1.  Increased  engine 

power. 

2.  Smoother  riding. 

3.  Fuel  saving. 

4.  Speedier. 

5.  Coast  farther. 

6.  Start  quicker. 

7.  Easier  to  guide. 

8.  Give  greater  mileage. 

9.  More  resistive  against 

puncture. 

10.  Repaired  easily  and 
permanently. 


Where-  You  Sec  This  Sign 
Goodrich  TItvs  are  Stocked 


'HOUGH  rubber  making  has  given  birth  to  more 
than  400  brands  of  automobile  tires,  the  racing  season  of  1916 
demonstrated  that  there  is    but  ,one   tire  for   the   SPEEDWAY. 

Just  ONE  TIRE  with  the  resilience  to  produce  the  lOO-mile-an- 
hour  pace  and  the  durability  to  stand  the  stress  of  that  pace — 
SILVERTOWN  — the   original   and    only   CABLE   CORD    tire. 

Driving  solely  on  Silvertowns,  Dario  Resta  won 
the  National  Racing  Championship  of  the  A.  A.  A., 
the  only  championship  awarded  to  an  automobile 
racing  driver. 

And  SILVERTOWN  equipped  cars  scored  15,582 
points  toward  the  trophy,  to  7,176  points  by  all 
Silvertown's  competitors  combined. 

Know  Silvertown  by  its  Red  Double-Diamond  trade- 
mark— the  tire  you  can  not  afford  to  be  without. 

THE    B.    F.    GOODRICH    RUBBER    COMPANY 

Akron,   Ohio 

Also    maker   of   the  famous  fabric  ttres  —  Goodrich    Black    Safety    Treads 


Ajk  Your  Dealer  for  Th«n 


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Here  it  is  !     Simple  as  A  B  C 
The 


Kendall 


ENVELOPE 
SEALER 
Seals  50  Envelopes  a  Minute 

Every  office  has  waited  for  just  such  a  sealer.  It 
is  so  simple  the  ofifice  boy  can  operate  it— nothing 
to  get  out  of  order— no  delicate  mechanism— nothing 
to  wear  out.  The  reservoir  contains  enough  wat«r 
to  seal  one  thousand  enveloix'S  without  refilling. 
It  is  fountain-like  in  action,  automatically  moistens 
the  pad,  which  in  turn  moistens  the  envelope  flap. 
The  pressure  of  the  foot  ensures  every  envelope 
sealed  tightly. 

No  Dirty  Letters  —  No  Filthy   Sponges 

How  do  your  mail  clerks  seal  their  letters?  Do 
they  use  their  tonsiies?  This  is  unsanitary.  Do 
they  use  a  sponge  ?— smell  the  sponge  and  you'll 
realize  how  filthy  it  is.  In  every  way  the 
Kendall    U   best — quick,   sanitary,   efficient. 

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For  the  Caucasian  race  at  least  the  per  capita 
consumption  of  meat  is  closely  related  to  the 
surplus  of  available  farm  land.  At  present 
we  stand  third  in  this  respect,  being  exceeded 
by  Australia  and  New  Zealand,  and  closely 
followed  by  Argentina  and  Canada.  The  per 
capita  figures  for  these  five  countries  are 
262,  2H,  171,  140  and  137  pounds,  respectively. 
At  the  present  time  Australians  eat  fifty  per 
cent,  more  meat  than  we  do.  As  already  inti- 
mated, the  per  capita  consumption  of  meat  in 
this  country  is  decreasing.  For  the  year  1900 
it  was  182,  and  for  1909  it  was  171  pounds,  a 
decrease  of  11  pounds  in  nine  years.  That 
this  decrease  will  continue  seems  highly  pro- 
bable, though  not  necessarily  at  this  rate. 

The  important  food-producing  animals  of 
this  country  are,  in  the  order  of  their  im- 
portance, cattle,  swine,  poultry  and  sheep. 

From  the  standpoint  of  our  problem  cattle 
must  be  considered  in  two  classes,  namely, 
dairy  and  beef,  though  there  is  considerable 
duplication  in  these  classes.  Dairying  is,  or 
can  be  made,  a  relatively  intensive  type  of 
farming.  For  this  reason  its  status  can  be 
maintained  even  when  population  becomes 
quite  dense.  At  present  the  number  of  dairy 
cows  in  this  country  is  increasing  approxi- 
mately in  the  same  ratio  as  population,  and 
there  is  reason  to  believe  that  this  increase 
may  continue  for  several  decades  at  least. 
A  future  supply  of  butter  and  cheese  seems 
assured,  but  there  is  some  difficulty  in  the 
matter  of  supplies  of  market  milk  for  our 
growing  cities.  This  is  largely  due  to  the 
greatly  increased  cost  of  the  methods  which 
now  appear  to  be  necessary  in  the  distribu- 
tion of  this  product.  Whereas  milk  was 
formerly  retailed  from  cans  it  must  now  be 
bottled.  The  big  problem  here  seems  to  be 
that  of  reducing  the  cost  of  distribution.  Im- 
proving the  quality  of  the  cows  as  a  means 
of  reducing  the  cost  of  production  is  also 
urgent. 

The  supply  of  beef  cattle  in  this  country 
has  fallen  off  very  materially  in  recent  years. 
During  the  last  census  period,  there  was  an 
increase  of  about  twelve  per  cent,  in  the  num- 
ber of  swine  in  this  country  as  compared  with 
a  twenty  per  cent,  increase  in  population. 
There  was  a  decrease  of  about  eight  per  cent, 
in  per  capita  production  of  pork  products. 
Poultry  farming  is  even  more  intensive  than 


dairying.  It  is  more  or  less  prominent  in 
China,  where  population  is  so  dense  as  to 
exclude  almost  every  other  type  of  meat-pro- 
ducing animal.  There  is,  therefore,  no  eco- 
nomic reason  why  poultry  and  eggs  should 
not  continue  indefinitely  to  furnish  the  basis 
for  breakfast  and  for  the  Sunday  dinner  as 
they  have  done  from  time  immemorial.  In 
fact  the  decreasing  supplies  of  other  meats, 
especially  beef  and  mutton,  greatly  empha- 
size the  importance  of  the  feathered  tribe. 

Sheep  husbandry  as  ordinarily  conducted 
represents  the  least  intensive  form  of  live- 
stock farming.  These  animals  can  subsist 
were  no  other  domesticated  animal  can  live. 
Hence  they  occupy  the  dry  regions  of  the 
earth,  especially  of  Asia,  Australia,  Argen- 
tina and  the  Western  United  States.  But 
these  regions  can  no  longer  supply  any  con- 
siderable proportion  of  the  needs  of  man- 
kind for  the  products  of  these  animals.  Partly 
for  this  reason  and  partly  because  of  the  in- 
creasing scarcity  of  beef,  the  price  of  mut- 
ton hat  risen  very  materially  in  recent  years, 
so  much  so  in  fact  as  to  raise  the  question 
whether  sheep  may  not  again  become  an  en- 
terprise on  the  ordinary  farm. 

To  recapitulate.  Our  principal  bread  crops 
already  occupy  so  large  an  area  that  there 
can  be  no  large  increase  in  them  except  as 
new  lands  come  into  use,  a  process  necessarily 
slow,  and  as  we  increase  the  acre  yield.  The 
increase  last  year  in  the  acreage  of  wheat  and 
corn,  brought  about  by  abnormal  prices,  was 
mainly  on  land  ordinarily  devoted  to  pasture 
and  hay.  This  is  significant  in  connection 
with  the  decreasing  supply  of  beef.  The  pro- 
duction of  fruits  and  vegetables  can  increase 
practically  indefinitely,  but  even  then  the 
saving  of  acreage  by  increased  yield  is  an 
advantage  not  to  be  ignored. 

There  is  no  economic  reason  why  dairy  and 
poultry  farming  should  not  continue  to  in- 
crease in  magnitude  as  the  need  for  their 
products  increases.  It  is  easily  seen,  how- 
ever, that  on  account  of  the  magnitude  of 
these  enterprises  any  considerable  increase  in 
production  per  cow  and  per  hen,  which  we 
know  need  not  entail  a  proportionate  increase 
in  feed  consumed,  may  result  in  an  enormous 
saving,  most  of  which  may  readily  be  utilized 
in  the  production  of  beef,  mutton  and  pork. 


Business  Girls  Who  Accomplish 


How  Brainy  Women  are  Blazing  Profit- 
able Trails  in  the  Financial  World. 


WHY  shouldn't  there  be  women  finan- 
ciers, women  bankers,  women  bond 
"salesmen,"  women  managers  of  security  de- 
partments? Is  it  not  of  official  record  that 
half  of  the  Pennsylvania  Railroads  100,000 
stockholders  are  women,  and  that  the  per- 
centage in  the  New  Haven  and  stocks  like 
American  Sugar  Refining  are  even  larger? 
Also  that  the  science — and  it  has  become  a 
science — of  filing  the  millions  of  documents, 
letters,  statistics,  etc.,  handled  by  such  in- 
stitutions as  the  J.  P.  Morgan  and  Company 
has  been  evolved  almost  entirely  by  women 
and  would  never  be  entrusted  to  men.  Ac- 
cording to  a  writer  in  Every  Week,  Wall 
Street  offers  more  and  better  opportunities 
for  earnest,  educated,  persevering  young  wo- 
men than  any  other  field. 

Miss  Annette  L.  Smiley,  of  J.  P.  Morgan 
&  Company,  who  has  established  more  filing 
systems  for  great  financial  firms  than  any 
man  or  any  other  woman  in  America,  feels 
that  a  service  can  be  rendered  by  warning 
young  girls  against  leaving  school  before  it 
is  absolutely  necessary  for  them  to  do  so. 
Many  girls  who  could  go  through  college  re- 
gard such  a  course  as  unnecessary  to  equip 
them  for  business.  Miss  Smiley  declares  that 
few  young  women  can  hope  to  reach  the  more 


important  places  in  the  financial  world  unless 
they  have  the  ground-work  of  a  full  education. 

Miss  Smiley  has  the  reputation  of  being 
able  to  do  as  much  work  in  one  year  as  most 
people  can  do  in  five.  When  she  entered  the 
Morgan  firm  in  1914  the  books  and  records  of 
the  firm  and  its  individual  partners  were  not 
systematized.  She  has  corralled  and  co-ordin- 
ated every  letter,  record,  pamphlet,  periodical, 
and  book  in  the  place,  and  to-day  J.  P.  Mor- 
gan &  Company's  library,  while  not  among 
the  largest,  is  recognized  as  among  the  best 
extant. 

The  rise  of  the  City  Bank  of  New  York 
to  first  place  among  the  country's  national 
banks  has  been  facilitated  in  no  slight  mea- 
sure by  Miss  Florence  Spencer,  who  is  a 
walking  financial  encyclopedia,  consulted 
more  often  than  any  officer  in  the  bank.  She 
is  more  familiar  with  what  is  going  on  in 
finance,  in  commerce,  and  in  industry,  here 
and  abroad,  than  most  mere  men. 

Graduating  from  the  famous  Armour  In- 
stitute of  Chicago,  Miss  Spencer's  ability  at- 
tracted notice,  and  ten  years  ago  she  was 
given  charge  of  the  library  of  New  York's 
largest  bank.  By  starting  work  early  in  the 
morning,  she  was  able  to  look  over  every 
worth-while  newspaper  and  periodical,  clip 
from  them  every  pertinent  article  or  para- 
graph, digest  the  whole  mass,  and  place  on  the 
president's  desk  every  item  calculated  to  in- 
terest him  or  the  other  officers,  the  whole 
classified  and  neatly  attached  to  cardboard. 
She  developed  what  the  newspapers  call  "a 
nose  for  news,"  and  became  extremely  expert 
in  distinguishing  the  important  from  the 
unimportant,  the  useful  from  the  useless — 
the  wheat  from  the  chaff. 


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"What  path  or  paths  should  young  women 
enter  in  order  to  attain  success  in  Wall 
Street?"  I  asked. 

"First  of  all,"  said  Miss  Spencer,  "aspirants 
should  be  naturally  equipped  with  a  keen  and 
intelligent  interest  in  current  events  and 
their  relation  to  banking  and  finance.  The 
best  way  to  'learn  the  ropes'  is  by  apprentice- 
ship in  some  firm  or  bank.  Courage,  energy 
and  keen  discrimination  are  absolutely  essen- 
tial to  success." 

The  woman  who  knows  the  greatest  num- 
ber of  bankers  in  America  is  Miss  Marian 
R.  Glenn,  who  originated  a  unique  plan  to 
supply  all  kinds  of  information  to  the  16,000 
members  of  the  American  Bankers'  Associa- 
tion, with  which  she  is  connected.  Miss  Glenn 
started  her  nation-wide  work  with  nothing 
but  an  idea,  enthusiasm,  and  a  pile  of  old 
magazines  and  pamphlets  strewn  on  a  floor. 
To-day,  if  any  one  of  these  16,000  bankers 
wants  the  very  latest  facts  or  arguments 
about  any  subject  short  of  astronomy,  all  he 
has  to  do  is  to  telegraph  or  write,  and  off  to 
him  will  go  a  "Package  Library"  covering  the 
whole  subject.  Miss  Glenn  has  scores  of  these 
mail-order  libraries  constantly  traveling  to 
and  fro. 

At  a  pinch,  she  even  outlines  speeches  for 
members  of  the  unaccustomed-as-I-am-to- 
public-speaking  order  of  bankers.  Her  spe- 
cialty is  not  ponderous  volumes  of  ancient 
vintage,  but  an  amazingly  complete  compila- 
tion of  up-to-the-minute  articles  from  news- 
papers,  periodicals,   pamphlets,  etc.  • 

Miss  Alice  Carpenter,  the  suffrage  leader, 
has  been  captured  by  Wall  Street.  She  is  now 
manager  of  a  women's  department  in  a  pro- 
minent Stock  Exchange  firm,  and  has  livened 
things  up  so  much  that  competitors  are  wor- 
ried. She  made  her  first  sale  after  only  two 
weeks'  experience,  and  now  she  can  hold  her 
own  with  the  best  of  the  male  gender 
Several  other  investment  houses  are  break- 
ing in  women  to  undertake  selling  campaigns. 
The  possibilities  in  this  sphere  are  unlimited. 

Miss  S.  Eugenia  Wallace  began  her  library 
training  as  a  copyist  at  Columbia  University. 
From  this  humble  start  she  went  through  the 
library's  various  departments,  and  then  re- 
solved to  invade  the  financial  district.  She  is 
now  at  the  head  of  a  department  employing 
thirty  men  and  women  in  the  Guaranty  Trust 
Company,  the  largest  in  the  country. 

"Not  enough  is  expected  of  women;  that's 
why  so  few  of  them  have  done  anything  really 
worth  while  down  here,"  Miss  Wallace  im- 
pressed upon  me.  "Office  boys  are  expected  to 
progress;  but  it  is  thought  all  right  for  girls 
to  remain  indefinitely  without  advancement 
Before  engaging  a  young  woman  I  once  called 
up  a  leading  insurance  official  and  asked  him 
if  the  girl  had  any  initiative.  "Why,  we 
never  expect  any  initiative  in  girls,"  he  re- 
plied. "We  simply  provide  nice,  comfortable 
nests  for  them  until  they  are  married  off." 
When  more  is  expected  of  women,  more  will 
be  forthcoming. 

The  qualities  that  women  most  need  to  cul- 
tivate to  win  success  begin  with  the  letter  c — 
courage,  confidence  and  conscience.  I  mean, 
of  course,  that  higher  conscience  that  will 
not  be  content  to  do  or  achieve  less  than  the 
very  highest  of  which  one  is  capable.  A 
woman  who  lacks  the  courage  to  grasp  op- 
portunity, or  the  confidence  to  shoulder  a  big 
responsibility,  is  robbing  her  employer  of  her 
finest  efforts  and  herself  of  the  development 
that  can  come  only  as  a  result  of  constant 
growth. 

Miss  Beatrice  Elizabeth  Carr,  who  has  gra- 
duated from  the  position  of  librarian  to  that 
of  "unofficial  partner"  of  a  well  known  in- 
vestment firm,  attributes  her  success  to  hard 
work  and  incessant  watchfulness  against  in- 
accuracy. "Lack  of  thoroughness,"  she  de- 
clared, "is  perhaps  the  most  common  defect 
and  the  most  fatal  one  of  the  majority  of  the 
younger  girls  who  come  into  Wall  Street 
offices.  Given  a  good  education,  a  girl  pos- 
sessing a  reasonable  amount  of  common  sense, 
a  capacity  for  hard  work,  and  an  abhorence 
of  slipshod  methods,  can  hope  to  make  more 
or  less  of  a  mark." 

The  employment  director  of  a  financial  or- 
ganization that  employs  several  hundred  wo- 
men recently  expHined  to  me  that  some  of  the 
girls  came  to  work  in  dresses  more  appropri- 
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to  one  or  two  who  happened  to  pass.  They 
were  arrayed  in  very  fluffy-ruffles  finery,  low 
at  the  neck  and  high  at  the  ankles,  and  the 
ruddy  glow  on  their  cheeks  may  or  may  not 
have  come  from  inside  the  skin. 

"See  that;  isn't  that  awful?"  he  protested. 
"I  am  trying  to  devise  some  method  whereby 
a  few  of  the  more  sensible  girls  will  take  the 
lead  in  instituting  reforms  in  this  matter  of 
dressing  for  business." 

Miss  Carr  puts  "dress  well  and  suitably" 
among  the  first  of  her  injunctions  to  those 
who  seek  her  advice.  The  girl  in  business 
must  be  careful  not  to  wear  clothes  that  dis- 
tract attention.     Other  maxims  indorsed  by 


Miss  Carr  include:  Cultivate  personality,  de- 
velop tact,  have  self-confidence,  show  infinite 
patience,  acquire  adaptability — and  possess 
a  sense  of  humor. 

Let  me  emphasize  one  point:  the  young 
woman  who  has  learned — really  learned — one 
or  more  foreign  languages  has  an  asset  that 
will  raise  her  above  mediocrity  at  the  very 
start  of  her  professional  career.  Now  that  this 
country  is  doing  more  than  $7,500,000,000  of 
foreign  trade  a  year,  covering  every  corner  of 
the  earth,  there  is  a  keen  demand  for  steno- 
graphers, clerks,  secretaries,  etc.,  able  to 
speak  and  write  alien  languages,  notably 
Spanish,  German  and  French. 


Plotting  to  Become  Emperor 


The  Real  Story  of  the  Attempted  Coup  by 
Yuan  Shi  Kai. 


EVERSHADOWED  by  the  war  and  gaining 
only  a  small  part  of  the  attention  that 
they  would  otherwise  have  been  accorded 
events  of  remarkable  importance  and  fascin- 
ating interest  having  been  happening  in  China. 
The  outstanding  event  was  the  sudden  setting 
up  of  an  Imperial  throne  by  President  Yuan 
Shi-Kai  and  his  brief  terms  of  absolutism. 
The  "real  story  of  Yuan  Shi  Kai's  plot  for  a 
throne"  is  told  by  Samuel  G.  Blythe  in  Satur- 
day Evening  Post.  It  tells  how  the  wily 
Oriental  plotted  for  seventy  years  to  seize  the 
throne  and  then  reached  out  his  hand  when 
it  was  too  late: 

The  Chinese-Japanese  War  was  largely  due 
to  Yuan  Shi  Kai's  Korean  operations..  The 
story  of  the  beginning  of  that  conflict  is  too 
long  and  too  complicated  to  tell  here;  but  the 
war  came,  and  when  it  came  Yuan  Shi  Kai 
left  Korea,  marching  as  a  chair  carrier  in  a 
procession  of  chair  carriers  who  were  suppos- 
ed to  be  carrying  Yuan  himself.  He  took  no 
chances,  but  had  an  underling  in  his  chair, 
made  up  to  resemble  the  Chinese  Imperial 
Resident,  who  at  the  moment,  and  because  of 
the  advance  of  the  victorious  Japanese,  was 
the  Chinese  Imperial  Emigrant. 

He  vegetated  for  a  time,  but  always  re- 
mained in  Chi-li,  near  the  throne;  and  in 
September,  1898,  he  was  put  in  charge  of  an 
army  corps,  and  then  and  there  began  his 
work  of  getting  the  support  of  the  army.  He 
was  governor  of  Shan-tung  in  1900,  which  is 
a  northern  province  adjoining  Chi-li,  and  had 
the  great  good  sense  to  keep  out  of  the  Boxer 
business.  The  Empress  Dowager  sent  him 
many  telegrams  ordering  him  to  attack  the 
foreign  devils  with  his  army;  but  Yuan  tore 
up  the  telegrams,  assisted  the  foreigners,  and 
when  called  to  account  he  blandly  claimed  that 
he  never  received  the  orders.  After  the  Dowa- 
ger Empress  returned  Yuan  was  made  viceroy 
of  Chi-li,  the  position  held  for  so  long  a  time 
by  Li  Hung  Chang.  Then  he  was  properly 
placed,  for  during  the  next  three  years  he  took 
a  masterful  and  useful  part  in  remaking  the 
Chinese  Army,  in  modernizing  it  and  arming 
it,  and  incidentally  in  holding  it  together  for 
his  own  purposes,  which  were  regal. 

The  imperial  idea  which  had  taken  root  in 
the  devious  brain  of  Yuan  Shi  Kai  began  to 
sprout  as  the  army  sprouted  under  the  advice 
and  with  the  control  of  Yuan.  He  knew  that 
nothing  is  possible  in  China  without  the  sup- 
port of  the  army,  and  that  anything  is  pos- 
sible with  the  support  of  the  army. 

So  he  coddled  the  army  and  its  controlling 
generals,  and  by  the  time  he  was  made  grand 
councillor,  in  1907  he  was  rather  sure  of  his 
own  power  with  it. 

His  ascendancy  at  the  court  continued  until 
early  in  January,  1909,  when  he  was  dismissed 
from  oflice  by  the  Prince  Regent  and  sent 
home.  He  remained  quietly  in  Honan,  fish- 
ing; but  he  wasn't  fishing  for  fish.  He  was 
fishing  for  greater  military  control.  Present- 
ly the  first  revolution  began,  in  1911;  and 
Yuan,  though  urged  to  join  the  rebels,  and 
promised  all  there  was  to  promise,  did  nothing, 
and  ostensibly  remained  loyal  to  the  Manchus. 


He  also  refused  command  of  the  imperial 
land  and  maritime  forces.  Eventually  he  ac- 
cepted that  command,  after  he  had  made  some 
terms  with  the  Prince  Regent,  and  proceeded 
to  the  front.  There  was  great  confusion  in 
Peking.  Prince  Ching  was  dismissed,  and 
Yuan,  the  one  strong  man  who  was  in  support 
of  the  Manchu  dynasty,  then  tottering  and 
about  to  fall,  was  made  president  of  the 
Council  of  Ministers,  or  premier,  and  given 
command  of  all  the  forces  in  the  vicinity  of 
Peking. 

This  was  in  November,  1911,  and  at  that 
moment  the  plots  and  intrigues  of  Yuan  be- 
gan to  bear  fruit.  He  was  in  a  most  advant- 
ageous position.  He  was  the  strongest  man 
in  Peking,  acting  for  and  with  the  Manchus, 
and  he  was  also  in  a  position  to  deal  at  first 
hand  with  the  rebels,  who  were  winning 
victories  in  the  south,  and  who  had  establish- 
ed a  provisional  government  with  Sun  Yat 
Sen  at  its  head  as  first  president  of  China. 
Yuan  saw  his  advantage,  and  he  pressed  it. 
He  apparently  remained  loyal  to  the  dynasty; 
but  he  also  remained  exceedingly  loyal  to  Yuan. 
He  was  at  the  top  of  his  powers — a  crafty, 
farseeing,  expert  politician.  He  knew  that  if 
he  let  the  Manchu  dynasty  fall  without  using 
it  to  his  own  advancement  he  could  expect 
little  from  Nanking  Republican  Government; 
and  he  knew,  also,  that  though  the  dynasty 
was  in  extremis,  the  Nanking  Government, 
new  and  untried,  and  largely  theoretical  in  its 
workings,  was  not  so  sure  of  its  own  ground. 

Yuan  played  one  against  the  other.  He  did 
not  let  the  Manchus  know  that  he  had  the 
rebels  where  he  wanted  them — practically  de- 
feated; and  he  did  not  let  the  southern  rebels 
know  that  he  had  the  Manchus  at  his  mercy. 
The  Manchus  sought  in  every  way  to  hold 
him.  Three  times  Yuan  was  offered  the  title 
and  rank  of  marquis,  but  each  time  he  refus- 
ed it.  He  was  playing  for  a  bigger  title  than 
that. 

He  secured  from  the  Manchus  the  secret 
edict  of  abdication  on  February  3,  1912;  and 
having  that  in  his  possession,  he  proceeded  to 
work  on  the  Nanking  Government,  and  get 
rights  and  emoluments  for  the  fallen  court. 
As  soon  as  he  had  taken  care  of  his  former 
patrons  he  began  to  look  out  for  Yuan  Shi 
Kai.  He  had  seen  to  it  that  the  abdication 
edict  gave  him  full  power  to  organize  a  re- 
publican form  of  government,  in  conference 
with  the  republican  leaders.  He  was  most 
careful  to  have  that  designation  in  the  official 
document. 

Then  he  shooed  the  Manchus  off  the  throne, 
published  the  abdication  edict  on  February 
twelfth,  and  telegraphed  down  to  the  Nanking 
Government  that,  inasmuch  as  he  was  empow- 
ered to  deal  with  that  government,  and  inas- 
much as  it  had  in  mind  the  establishment  of  a 
republic,  he — Yuan  Shi  Kai — felt  that  a  re- 
publican government  might,  after  all,  be  the 
solution  of  the  difficulties  in  which  China  found 
herself.  "Therefore,"  said  the  wily  Yuan, 
"I  suggest  that  the  most  meritorious  manner 
of  composing  affairs  will  be  to  become  presi- 
dent myself;  and  in  support  of  the  exceeding 
virtue  of  that  contention  I  call  to  your  atten- 
tion the  fact  that  I  have  the  delegated  author- 
ity from  the  dynasty  which  has  ruled  China 
for  many  years;  that  I  have  a  very  good  array 
to  support  that  delegated  authority;  and  that, 
morever,  I  want  the  job,  for  I  firmly  believe 
at  the  moment  that  a  republican  form  of  gov- 
ernment is  the  proper  form  of  government  for 
China,  provided,  of  course,  your  humble  ser- 


vant. Yuan  Shi  Kai,  is  placed  at  the  head  of 

it. 

He  was  an  ardent  and  lifelong  republican 
from  the  date  of  publication  of  the  abdica- 
tion decree.  Also,  he  had  the  strategic  ad- 
vantage. Also,  he  had  the  courage.  The  Nan- 
king Government  acquiesced.  Yuan  Shi  Kai 
was  too  strong  for  them.  He  was  elected  pro- 
visional president  by  the  Nanking  Govern- 
ment on  February  fifteen  and  took  the  oath 
of  office  in  Peking  on  March  tenth.  He  was 
formally  elected  President  of  China  on  Octo- 
ber sixth,  and  inaugurated  four  days  later. 

The  story,  as  told  by  Mr.  Blythe,  covers  a 
long  and  tortuous  campaign,  directed  secretly 
by  Yuan  Shi  Kai"  himself,  to  educate  the  peo- 
ple against  the  Republican  form  of  govern- 
ment. A  Peace  Society  was  formed,  to  in- 
fluence opinion.  Petitions  were  circulated, 
calling  for  a  return  to  old  form  of  Govern- 
ment. Through  it  all  Yuan  Shi  Kai  affirmed, 
his  adherence  to  constitutional  government 
and  his  desire  to  leave  public  life  and  return 
to  the  streams  and  mountains  and  his  native 
Honan. 

Yuan  Shi  kai  could  not  withstand  the  pres- 
sure. He  had  made  all  the  face  necessary  by 
thrusting  the  throne  from  him  once.  He  de- 
clared, in  a  mandate  issued  on  the  night  of 
December  twelfth,  which  quoted  this  second 
petition  in  full,  that  his  former  declaration 
was  "the  expression  of  a  sincere  heart  and  not 
a  mere  expression  of  modesty";  but,  never- 
theless, he  would  take  the  job.  And  he  did. 
It  had  long  before  been  decided  to  call  the  new 
dynasty  'the  Dynasty  of  Hung  Hsien,  signify- 
ing Brilliant  Prosperity;  and  on  that  Decem- 
ber day  the  .twenty  years  of  plotting  of  Yuan 
for  a  throne  seemed  to  have  culminated  suc- 
cessfully.    He  was  Emperor  of  China. 

Three  days  later  the  representatives  of 
Japan,  Britain,  France,  Russia  and  Italy  again 
counseled  Yuan  to  delay  the  change — and  let 
it  go  at  that. 

However,  the  Era  of  Brilliant  Prosperity 
became  dimmed  within  a  few  days.  By  De- 
cember twelfth,  or  eight  days  after  Yuan  was 
selected  as  Emperor,  it  was  certain  that  a  re- 
volution was  about  to  come  to  a  head  in  the 
province  of  Yunnan,  which  is  in  the  south. 
General  Tsai-ao,  one  of  the  most  capable  of 
the  younger  of  the  Chinese  soldiers,  and  sev- 
eral other  revolutionary  leaders,  had  ap- 
peared in  Yunnan-fu,  having  arrived  by  way 
of  Indo-China.  They  were  amply  provided 
with  funds.  They  sent  an  ultimatnm  to  the 
emperor  on  December  twenty-third,  reciting 
to  Yuan  that  he  had  violated  his  oath  of  office 
by  accepting  the  throne,  demanding  that  he 
should  repudiate  the  monarchy  and  execute 
those  responsible  for  it,  giving  a  list  of  most 
of  the  Thirteen  Imperial  Guardians  as  sub- 
jects for  decapitation.  Failing  this,  Yunnan 
would  secede,  and  the  ultimatum  \YOuld  expire 
at  ten  o'clock  on  the  morning  of  December 
twenty-fifth,  Christmas  Day.  Yuan  made  no 
reply,  and  Yunnan  declared  for  revolution 
and  seceded  as  announced. 

No  serious  doubt  has  ever  been  cast  on  the 
claim  that  Japan  financed  this  revolution 
against  Yuan  to  the  extent  of  several  million 
yen. 

The  revolution  grew  in  proportions.  Others 
besides  the  Yunnanese  came  in.  Its  progress 
need  be  touched  upon  only  for  purposes  of  this 
article,  though  it  had  a  determining  effect  on 
the  fortunes  of  the  emperor-elect.  There  was 
fighting  during  January  and  February.  Yuan 
was  deeply  concerned  and  began  to  show  the 
effects  of  the  strain.  He  had  been  a  man  of 
decision.  He  became  hesitant.  He  lost  flesh. 
He  was  peevish,  dilatory,  vacillating.  His 
closest  advisers  were  alarmed.  They  sought 
to  keep  him  up  to  the  requirements  of  his 
position,  and  early  saw  that  the  only  way  out 
of  p  situation  that  was  becoming  dangerous 
to  Yuan  and  his  supporters  was  to  proceed 
instantly  with  the  enthronement  ceremony, 
in  order  that  Yuan  might  be  vested  fully  with 
the  powers  of  his  position.  He  was  emperor- 
elect  and  functioning  as  emperor,  but  he  had 
not  be  crowned. 

To  the  end  of  getting  Yuan  actually  upon 
the  throne  the  Thirteen  Imperial  Guardians 
bestirred  themselves  again.  They  sent  men 
about  the  country  and  flooded  Yuan  with 
petitions  urging  him  to  proceed  at  once  with 
the  actual  ascension  of  the  throne.  Yuan  was 
urged,  threatened,  cajoled;  but  he  couldn't 
decide.  He  was  not  the  Yuan  who  had  origin- 
Continued  on  page  71. 


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Neolin  a  Standard 
for  Shoe  Soles 


To  be  sure  of  the  genuine 
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ada. Then  it  was  unknown  and  untried. 
To-day  the  progressive  shoe  retailer 
asks  "Do  you  want  Neolin  or  leather?" 

We  claimed  that  Neolin  was  a  better  shoe  sole  than  had  yet 
been  produced.  That  it  was  better  than  the  best  of  leather. 
Because  the  name  Goodyear  stood  behind  it,  hundreds  of 
shoe  manufacturers,  thousands  of  shoe  retailers,  hundreds 
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than  leather. 

— that  it  wears  longer. 

— that  under  its  influence  shoe  bills  maintain  a  benevolent 
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— that  in  the  months  of  snow  and  slush  and  rain,  Neolin- 
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— that  Neolin  has  scattered  to  the  four  winds  the  vision  of 
feet  tortured  by  heavy,  stiff  soles. 

— that  it  is  slip  proof,  preventing  nasty  accidents. 

Men  now  enjoy  feet  exhilarated  by  its  liveliness. 

Women  speak  of  shoes  neat  because  of  its  fine  finish — shoes 
lastingly  stylish,  because  Neolin  holds  the  upper  in  shape. 
Children  have  found  a  new  delight  in  playing  in  shoes  that 
wear  longer  and  do  not  scratch  floors  or  furniture. 

Remember  that,  no  matter  at  what  price  you  purchase  shoes 
built  on  Neolin,  you  get  the  one  quality  of  sole.  There  is  no 
cheaper  grade  of  Neolin. 

You  can  secure  many  brands,  styles,  and  prices  of  shoes  built 
on  Neolin  soles.  We  urge  you  to  see  that  your  next  pair  of 
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Increased  Production 

The  Movement  to  Mobilize  Canadian  Man- 
kind for  Larger  Crops. 

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1 


meeting  with  an  instant  and  very  gen- 


eral response.  Men  wiio  are  so  placed 
that  it  is  impossible  for  them  to  get  to  the 
front  are  preparing  to  do  the  little  that 
lies  in  their  power  at  home  by  turning 
their  hands  in  idle  moments  to  the  in- 
crease of  production. 

The  agitation  is  double-fold.  In  the 
first  place  it  is  directed  toward  what  has 
been  termed  "back-yard  gardening."  If 
city  men  would  rise  en  masse,  roll  up  their 
•  sleeves  and  turn  their  back  yards  into 
miniature  truck  farms,  the  result  would 
be  a  very  marked  increase  in  the  produc- 
tion of  vegetables.  This  would  be  bene- 
ficial in  two  ways:  It  would  bring  down 
the  price  of  vegetables  and  leave  the  pub- 
lic with  more  money  to  buy  government 
.  war  bonds;  and  it  would  mean  a  larger 
surplus  for  export. 

The  back-yard  gardening  idea  has  met 
with  an  almost  universal  response.  The 
average  man,  anyway,  has  an  inbred  love 
of  the  soil.  It  is  the  spirit  of  land-tilling 
ancestors  refusing  to  be  subdued  by  gen- 
erations of  city-living  and  desk-slavery 
and  crying  out  for  expression.  Most 
men  are  never  so  happy  as  when  they  are 
out  in  the  garden,  pipe  in  mouth  and 
spade  in  hand,  planning  a  big  campaign  in 
beets  and  a  special  effort  in  sweet  peas. 

The  other  side  of  the  production  agita- 
tion is  addressed  to  the  question  of  find- 
ing help  for  the  over-worked  farmer.  Now 
that  the  young  men  have  exchanged  their 
cowhides  for  khaki,  it  is  impossible  for 
the  farmer  to  increase  his  output  unless 
some  means  is  devised  of  getting  him 
help.  And  so  "production  clubs"  are  be- 
ing formed  in  the  cities,  the  members  of 
which  bind  themselves  to  spend  their  holi- 
days on  farms.  It  is  a  great  conception 
this,  business  men  giving  up  their  usual 
lazy  vacations  and  going  off  to  some  hard- 
pressed  farmer  to  heljj  him  with  his 
crops  to  tend  his  horses,  to  do  their  hum- 
ble bit  in  this  very  useful  if  inglorious 
way.  And  it  is  "catching  on."  From  the 
present  viewpwint  the  exodus  to  the  farms 
this  summer  will  be  a  remarkable  one. 


Plotting  to  Become 
Emperor 

Continued  from  page  68. 

ated  this  bold  plan  to  get  a  throne.  He  was 
fast  becoming  a  doddering  old  man.  In  the 
end,  on  February  twenty-third,  he  issued  a 
mandate  saying  that  he  would  postpone  the 
question.     He  had  lost  his  nerve. 

Kweichow  Province  had  seceded  and  joined 
the  rebels  on  January  twentyfirst  and  Kwan- 
gsi  Province  announced  its  independence  on 
March  thirteenth.  Disquieting  news  also 
came  that  Japan  was  getting  ready  to  inter- 
vene "to  protect  foreign  interests";  and  those 
close  to  Yuan  began  to  think  that  the  game 
was  up. 

Yuan  decided  to  quit.  He  had  made  his 
great  stroke  and  had  lost  in  the  winning. 
Many  of  his  close  friends  and  advisers  urged 
him  to  fight  it  out,  and  go  down,  if  need  be, 
with  the  banner  of  Hung  Hsien  flying  over 
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Government.  He  said  he  showed  his  sincerity 
and  modesty  in  refusing  the  honor  when  it 
was  first  tendered  to  him;  that  he  was  willing 
to  bear  the  sins  and  crimes  of  all  the  people 
in  all  parts  of  the  country;  and  that  he  would, 
therefore,  cease  being  Emperor.  He  retained 
enough  of  his  former  decision  to  continue  as 
president  of  the  revived  republic.  He  wasn't 
so  far  gone  as  to  relinquish  that. 

All  laws  that  had  been  revoked  were  re- 
stored, and  the  government  went  about  its 
business  of  being  republican  with  cheerful 
ease,  except  in  the  presidential  yaraen. 
Things  were  in  bad  shape  there,  for  the  seced- 
ing provinces  did  not  return  to  loyalty  to  the 
republic  of  Yuan.  They  remained  rebellious 
and  demanded  that  Yuan  should  get  out  of 
office  entirely.  They  formed  a  provisional  in- 
dependent government  at  Canton. 

It  became  known  to  a  few  that  Yuan  was 
seriously  ill.  He  had  broken  under  the 
humiliation  of  his  defeat  and  the  loss  of  his 
crown.  He  was  suffering  from  Bright's 
disease,  with  its  consequent  weakness,  loss 
of  mental  alertness,  irritability  and  lack  of 
concentration.  There  were  peace  parleys; 
and  while  these  were  on  there  came  serious 
fighting  at  Tsinanfu,  in  Shan-tung  Province, 
in  which  Japanese  soldiers  joined  with  the  re- 
volutionists against  the  troops  of  Yuan. 

Foreign  doctors  were  engaged  for  Yuan; 
but  what  they  did  for  him  had  little  effect,  for 
Yuan's  Chinese  wives  insisted  on  treating 
him  with  Chinese  medicines.  As  soon  as  the 
foreign  doctors  left,  the  Chinese  wives  fol- 
lowed the  doctors'  medicines  with  doses  of  the 
messes  the  Chinese  use  as  medicine.  The  re- 
sult was  tough  on  Yuan.  He  failed  rapidly. 
He  had  about  decided  to  leave  the  country, 
thinking  there  was  no  way  to  defeat  the  re- 
bels. He  was  preparing  to  seek  asylum  in  the 
United  States,  and,  upon  his  request,  had  been 
promised  by  our  Government  a  guard  of 
marines  from  the  American  Legation  Guard, 
in  Peking,  to  escort  him  from  the  palace  to 
the  railroad  station,  protection  by  American 
soldiers  at  Tientsin,  and  possibly  a  convoy  to 
our  shores,  as  a  distinguished  gentleman."   . 

The  rebels  did  not  know  this.  Very  few 
people  knew  it  until  now.  If  the  rebels  had 
known  it  there  would  have  been  a  different 
face  on  affairs.  As  it  was,  the  rebels  began 
to  have  fears  that  they  might  not  win  at  about 
the  same  time  the  sick  president  had  his 
qualms.  It  was  arranged  that  an  emissary 
•with  power  should  go  from  Peking  to  treat 
with  the  rebels  in  Shanghai,  with  the  terms  of 
the  abdication  of  Yuan  in  his  pocket.  Just 
as  that  emissary  was  about  to  leave  Peking 
for  Shanghai  a  telegram  came  to  Peking  from 
the  rebels,  requesting  him  to  come  to  hear 
•what  the  rebels  had  to  propose.  Both  sides 
were  wobbly. 

This  man,  a  very  strong,  clever  man,  versed 
in  Chinese  politics,  went  to  Shanghai  to  get 
what  he  could  for  Yuan;  but  knowing  that, 
after  the  bargaining  was  done.  Yuan  would 
quit.  In  the  midst  of  these  negotiations, 
while  telegrams  were  passing  between  Shang- 
hai and  Peking,  between  this  emissary  to  the 
rebels  from  Yuan  and  Yuan's  friends  in  Pek- 
ing, at  three  o'clock  on  the  morning  of  June  6, 
1916,  Yuan  died.  The  news  was  held  in  the 
presidential  yamen  until  half  past  five  o'clock 
that  morning.  Then  Li  Yuan-hung,  the  vice 
president,  was  informed,  and  told  to  get  ready 
to  assume  the  presidency  of  China. 

Li  Yuan-hung's  dislike  of  responsibility 
was  known  to  the  men  who  sent  him  the  mes- 
sage. 

"Suppose  he  refuses?"  said  one  of  the  men 
present. 

"Shoot  him  instantly!"  said  all  the  rest. 

Li  Yuan-hung  knew  this,  and  did  not  de- 
cline. He  was  sworn  in  as  president  at  eleven 
o'clock  that  morning. 

So  ended  Yuan  Shi  Kai's  great  plot  to  make 
himself  Emperor  of  China  and  to  found  for  his 
forty  children  the  Dynasty  of  Hung  Hsien. 
It  was  a  remarkable  adventure  by  a  remark- 
able man,  and  it  left  China  in  a  state  of  con- 
fusion that  will  not  be  composed  for  years  to 
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Touring       -    -    $075 

Roadster      -    ■    $950 

Country  Club  ■  $1110 

Big  Fours 
Touring      ■     ■     $1190 
Roadster    ■    ■    $1170 
Coupe         .    .    $1750 
Sedan        -    .    $2030 

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ronto   and   subject 
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The  Road  to  Happiness 


The  automobile  has  come  iuto  your  life  pt- 
manently— or    it    soon    will— to    serve    your 
convenience  and  pleasure,  day  in,  day  out, 
on  down  through  the  years. 

Its  appeal  is  irresistible. 

It  is  a  fundamental  factor  in  modem  every- 
day life.     . 

It  rides  the  road  to  happiness. 

If  you  purchase  a  car  this  season,  there  are 
new  facts  for  your  consideration  which 
should    simplify   the   task   of  selection. 

This  year  Willys-Overland  Motor  Cars  com- 
prise the  most  comprehensive  ■  and  varied 
line  ever  bJilt  by  any  one  producer. 

The  economies  of  our  greater  production  are 
shared    alike   by   every   car  in   the   line. 


in  tiiiis  t)jo;idIy  aii^lyiiig  the  established 
Wiliy's-Overlnnd  policy  of  greater  produc- 
tion —  greater  economy,  higher  quality 
lower  price— we  extend  the  benefits  of  our 
economical  advantages  to  include  virtually 
evei7    class   of   purciia-ser. 

The  Willys-Overland  dealer  is  in  a  pecidiarly 
pleasant  position  to  frankly  and  honestly 
discuss  with  you  your  needs  and  require- 
ment-s  in  a  motor  car. 

For  whatever  your  need  he  has  tlxe  car  to  fill 
it  and  he  is  prepared  to  demonstrate  to 
you  that  he  is  offering  you  the  dominant 
value  among  cars  of  its  kind. 

See  him  to-day— talk  it  over— let  him  rfiow 
and  demonstrate  the  car  you  ought  to  own 
to  ride   the   road   to  happiness. 


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Uoadstcr     -     -  .'i;1300 
Coupe    -     -     -     $11)40 
Sedan    -     -     -    $222C 

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Four  Touring  -  $1950 
Four  Coupe  -  $2:U0 
Four  Sedan  -  $27ri(l 
Four  Limousine  $2730 
Eight   Touring  $2730 

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Sunshine  in  Mariposa 

Continued  from,  page  21. 

SMITH.  —  "Yes— and  say — (Andy  is 
now  outside  the  door).  Tell  Billy  them 
Golden  Fizzes  is  fifty  cents  apiece— or 
sixty  cents  for  two  if  he  wants  another." 
Andy  (off  stage  in  the  street). — "Al- 
right." 

Smith  (gets  up  and  speaks  through  the 
door).  — "Or.  Andy!  Tell  Billy  sixty 
cents — he  won't  want  two." 

Macartney. — "Who  is  this  stranger, 
Josh?" 

Smith. — "Dunno.  Come  in  this  morn- 
ing's train." 

Jeff. — "Mining  man,  do  you  think?" 

Smith "Dunno.    Come  in  oflf  the  early 

train.    Asked  for  a  room  with  a  bath." 
Macartney  and  Jeff. — "Room  with  a 
bath!" 

Bill  (putting  his  head  up  from  under 
his  sheet). — "A  room  with  a  bath!" 
Jeff. — "What's  his  idea  in  that?" 
Smith. — "Why,  they  say  it's  all  the  go 
now  in  the  big  hotels  in  the  city.  If  you 
have  a  room  with  a  bath  right  in  it,  no 
one  need  ever  know  if  you  take  a  bath 
or  not." 

Jeff. — "That's   it.      Get   down    again,  i 
Bill.       I  haven't  forgotten  you.       Quick 
shave  you  want,   I  know.     The  water's  i 
just  heating.     Well,  you  boys  were  just  i 
talking  of  the  Lone  Star  Mine,  and  I  was 

just  going  to  say " 

[Door  opens  and  there  enters  Mr.  Mul- 
LiNS,    manager    of     the    Exchange 
Bank,  Mariposa.  Neat  and  business- 
like, light  grey  suit,  clean  shaven.'\ 
Mullins.- — "Thorpe  here?    Good  morn- 
ing, Jeff." 

Jeff.- "Good  morning,  Mr.  Mullins. 
You're  next.  I  was  just  giving  Bill  a 
hurry-up  shave,  but  I  guess  ha  can  wait 

if  you're  in  a  hurry " 

Mullins. — "No.  no,  it's  all  right  (picks 
up  a  paper).  Well,  Jeff  (jocosely)  how 
are  stocks  and  shares  to-day?  Made 
your  fortune  this  morning?" 

Jeff. — "Why,  I  was  just  starting  to  tell 
the  boys  about  the  Lone  Star  Mine." 

Mullins. — "Oh,  yes,  that's  the  one  that 
you  say  the  city  crowd  were  scrambling 
for,  eh?"  (laughs). 

Jeff. — "Yes,  sir,  she's  the  biggest  pro- 
position between  Cobalt  and  the  Hud- 
son's Bay  to-day."  (Looking  around 
among  his  shelves  and  pulling  out  papers) 
"There's  the  shares  of  her — no,  that's  not. 
That's  the  Kippewa — four  cents  a  share, 
ten  per  cent,  cumulative  preferred.  That's 
a  big  thing,  too.  I  just  had  an  argument 
with  Johnson.  He  said  she  was  no  good. 
So  I  bought  in  his  shares.  There  (taking 
a  blue  certificate)  that's  the  Lone  Star 
(gives  it  to  Mullins).  See  what  it  says." 
Mullins  (reading). — "Lone  Star  Min- 
ing Company,  Limited,  par  value  one 
dollar.     Well,  what  about  it?" 

Jeff. — "Well,  I  bought  them  for  twenty 
cents.  There's  eighty  cents  clear  profit 
right  at  the  start." 

Mullins. — "Why,  no,  not  necessarily." 
Jeff. — "Oh,  I  know  it  might  be  more. 
Might  go  away  above  par.  Of  course,  the 
Nipissing  and  some  of  them  big  mines, 
with  a  par  of  one  dollar  have  gone  clean 
to  five,  ten  and  fifty  dollars  a  share.  But 
I'm  not  reckoning  on  that.  That's  mere 
speculation.      I    say^  take   it   simply    at 

par " 

Macartney.  —  "Par!     Pough!     Par! 
How  will  it  ever  get  to  par?" 


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M  A  C  J.  E  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  P: 


Jeff. — "It  would  get  there  alright  if 
they  give  the  mine  a  chance.  But  they 
won't.  I  bought  her  at  twenty.  What 
was  she  next  day?  Eighteen  cents.  Then 
sixteen,  and  inside  a  fortnight  ten  cents. 
Then  I  knew  they  were  trying  to  shove 
her  down,  the  city  crowd.  I  let  them 
shove.  They  worked  her  down  to  five 
cents.  I  hung  on.  They  got  her  down  to 
three  cents.  All  right,  I  says,  you  can't 
make  me  quit,  you  can't  make  me  let  go, 
my  grip's  firm,  says  I.  Come  on!"  (Jefw 
is  acting  in  Pantomine  the  struggle  for 
the  shares.)  "They  beat  her  down  to  two 
cents — I  clung  to  her.  Then  to  one  cent." 
MULLINS.— "And  then?" 
Jeff — "They  shoved  her  clean  oflf  the 
market.  Put  her  out  of  the  newspapers. 
But  wait,  wait,  I  tell  you,  gentlemen — 
the  day's  going  to  come — you'll  see  it 
come.  Wait,  you'll  see  it  come.  (Jeff 
speaks  with  a  sort  of  suppresed  ex- 
citement, half  to  himself,  moving  about 
and  arranging  towels  and  things  with- 
out seeing  what  he  ia  doing.)  There's 
a  fortune — I  know  it — a  big  fortune." 

MULLINS. — "And  then  youll  be  endow- 
ing a  university?" 

Jeff  (turning  about). — "When  I  get 
my  money,  no  university  nor  no  profes- 
sor shall  ever  see  a  cent  of  it.  Let  the 
professors  work." 

MULLINS.  —  "What  then,   public   lib- 
raries?" 
Jeff. — "Not  one  cent." 
MULLINS. — "What  will  you  do  with  it?" 
Jeff. — "Do  with  it?    It'll  be  my  money. 
I'll  do  with  it  what  I  want  to  do  with  it." 
Smith    (his  tone  is  quiet,  as  if  con- 
cerned for  Jeff's  avarice). — "Jeff,  you'd 
do  better  to  let  it  all  alone.     There's  no 
money  in  that  Cobalt  country.    I've  seen 
it  all,  from  the  Mattawa  clear  down  to 
the  Bay — just  rock  and  pine  and  desola- 
tion.   For  a  dollar  in  silver  you  find  in  it 
you  lose  ten  in  getting  it.     Jeff,  quit  it. 
There's  nothing  to  it." 
Jeff.   —   "I   don't   say   it's   all    good. 

There's  some  of  it " 

[The  door  opens  a/nd  Nora,   the  new 
Irish  help  at  Smith's,  enters.      She 
comes  in  in  a  hesitating  wa/u.     The 
•men  turn  and  look  at  her.      She  is 
very  pretty.] 
Jeff. — "Good  morning,   Nora." 
NoKA. — "Good   morning,    Mr.    Thorpe. 
Oh,   Mr.   Smith,   the  strange   gentleman 
sent  me  out  to  get  cigars." 

[At  the  sound  of  Nora's  voice  Bill  comes 
up  from  the  sheet  and  remains  look- 
ing of  her  open  mouthed.'[ 
Smith.  —  "Aint  there  cigars  in  the 
hotel?" 

Nora. — "He  says  the  ones  over  there 
aren't  good  enough.  He  wants  two  for 
half  a  dollar  (showing  the  fifty  cents) . 

Smith. — "He  wants  two  for  half  a  dol- 
lar. Well,  he'll  get  'em.  Jeflf.  what  have 
you  got  in  the  case  there?" 

Jeff  (looking  over  the  case  carefully). 
— "I've  some  pretty  good  ones  here. 
Claridad  perfectos,  eight  cents  each — two 
for  twenty.  And  I've  the  Idealas — they're 
a  good  cigar — twelve  cents  each." 

Smith. — "All  right,  Jeff — give  her  two 
of  them.  Wrap  them  up  in  something — 
separately.    It  looks  better." 

[Jeff  hoks  about  him.  Picks  up  what 
is  evidently  a  mining  share  (a  big 
pink  certificate,  lying  on  a  shelf  and 
evidently  the  same  as  the  ones  Mrs. 
GiLLis  threw  away),  tears  large  bits 
off  it  and  wraps  up  the  cigars.} 
Nora  (giving  Jeff  the  fifty  cents). — 
"Is  that  right,  Mr.  Thorpe? — twelve  cents 


each,  two  for  half  a  dollar.    I  don't  under- 
stand the  Canadian  money." 

Smith  (breaking  in). — "No,  but  you'll 

get  on  to  it  after  awhile.    It's  quite  easy." 

Nora    (about   to   go   out). — "And   the 

stranger     gentleman     wanted     to     know 

where  he  could  get  a  quick  shave." 

Jeff. — "Right   here,   Nora.     Tell   him 
right  here." 

Nora.— "All  right,  Mr.  Thorpe,  I'll  tell 
him." 

[Exit  Nora.] 

MULLINS.— "Who's  the  girl?" 
Smith.— "She's  the  noo  help  over  at  my 
place.    Came  yesterday." 

Bill. — "Some  help,  all  right.    Her  voice 
is  peculiar.    Where's  she  from  (yawn)  — 
Lower  Canada?" 
SMITH.— "Ireland." 

Bill  (with  a  yawn). — "I  noticed  there 
was  something  in  her  voice.    In  the  police 
business  we  get  pretty  quick  at  sizing  up 
voices."      (Jeff   is   stropping   a  razor.) 
"Oh.  say,  Jeff,  I  forgot.    I  didn't  want  a 
shave.    What  I  wanted  was  an  egg  sham- 
poo." 
Jeff. — "An  egg  shampoo?" 
Bill — "Yes,  it  sort  of  freshens  a  fel- 
low up." 
Jeff. — "A  quick  shampoo?" 
Bill.— "Yes." 

Jeff. — "All  right — now.  Just  sit  up  in 
the  chair  a  little  higher.  There!  New 
then — a  quick  shampoo — an  egg  shampoo 
— now  where  have  I  put  the  eggs?  They 
were  here  last  week  all  right."  (Jeff 
starts  moving  about  the  shop  looking  for 
the  things  he  needs  and  talking  to  hinu- 
self.)  "Egg-shampoo — egg-shampoo  —  a 
quick-egg  shampoo."  (In  looking  about 
he  picks  up  the  other  part  of  the  certifi- 
cate that  he  tore  up  for  the  cigars  and 
holds  it  up  and  half  looks  at  it  as  he  says) 
— "no,  I  don't  say  that  all  the  mines  are 
good — egg  shampoo — here's  one  where  I 
got  stung — egg  shampoo." 
Macartney. — "What  is  that?" 
Jeff  (giving  him  the  scrip). — "Read 
what  it  says — egg  shampoo." 

Macartney  (reading  the  first  half  of 
the  certificate  that  is  still  complete). — 
"Corona  Jewel  Mining  Corporation  In- 
terim Option  Certificate — I  see — I  see.  . 
In  consideration,  etc.  I  see — the  sum  of 
five  cents  lawful  money  of  the  Dominion, 
etc.,  etc.,  J.  Thorpe,  Esq.,  of  Mariposa — 
I  see — Option  to  purchase  etc.,  etc.  One 
share,  etc.  Further  payment  of  25  cents. 
Oh,  yes,  I  see — you  paid  five  cents  as  an 
option  and  can  pay  twenty-five  cents  more 
to  own  the  share  outright." 

MULLINS  (laughing).  —  "Well,  you 
don't  lose  much  on  that  deal,  Jeff.  That's 
only  five  cents." 

Jeff  (still  hunting  /or  eggs  and  speak- 
ing abstractedly). — Egg-shampoo.  One 
share,  Mr.  Mullins? — I've  got  about  four 
or  five  hundred  of  them  somewhere  in  the 
shop  —  I  thought  —  egg  shampoo  —  they 
were  in  that  drawer,  but  they  don't  seem 
to  be — egg  shampoo." 

Smith.  —  "How  did  you  get  them 
.shares?" 

Jeff.  —  "Off  a  feller  that  wanted  a 
trade.  Traded  him  my  winter  coat.  I 
don't  need  it  in  summer.  And  then  Jim 
Eliot  and  three  or  four  of  the  boys  took  a 
lot  of  the  same  shares.  Then  later  when 
they  found  they  couldn't  sell  them  they 
put  the  blame  on  me — egg  shampoo — for 
leading  them  into  it  they  says.  So  I  took 
the  whole  lot  off  their  hands — just  not  to 
have  any  bad  feeling.  As  I  say,  I've  got, 
I  guess,  five  hundred  shares — but  you  see 
they're  no  good — and  a  feller'd  have  to 


go  and  pay  cash  money  down,  twenty-five 
cents  a  share  before  he'd  own  them  any- 
way— egg  shampoo." 

Macartney  (still  examining). — "And 
you'd  have  to  take  them  up  pretty  quick 
— see  what  it  says — payable  at  the  Head 
Office  of  the  Company  or  at  any  branch  of 
the  Exharge  Bank  of  Canada.  Why,  it's 
through  your  bank,  eh,  Mullins?" 

Mullins. — "Is  that  so?  I  didn't  know 
it.  They  make  out  options  like  that  everj 
day.  But  we  hardly  keep  track  of  them 
Nobody  ever  takes  them  up." 

Macartney. — "Well,  Jeff'd  need  to  be 
pretty  quick.  It  says,  the  option's  to 
expire  at  2  p.m.  of  June  30,  nineteen  hun- 
dred— why  that's  this  afternoon" 

Jeff. — "Is  it?  Well,  it's  all  the  same  to 
me — egg  shampoo.  They  ain't  worth  noth- 
ing anyway  (he  shuts  the  drawer  decisive- 
ly).  I  ain't  got  any  eggs.  Bill.  I'll  have 
to  give  you  a  Roman  massage  instead." 

Smith. — "Ain't  got  no  eggs.  Hold  on 
a  minute."  (He  goes  to  the  door  and 
calls.)  "Andy,  go  into  the  bar  and  ask 
Billy  for  a  half  a  dozen  eggs." 

Jeff. — "No,  sir.  with  shares  like  those 
you  got  to  just  write  them  off.  That's 
the  only  way  in  business — in  big  business. 
If  you  gain  anything  you  count  it  so  much 
to  your  credit;  if  you  lose,  then  you  write 

it  off,  see " 

[Enter  Andy  with  an  old  black  hat  with 

six  tough-looking  eggs.} 
Andy. — "Billy  says  he  doubts  they're 
very  fresh." 

Jeff. — "That's  all  right.    They's  no  call 
to  be  fresh,  not  for  a  shampoo." 
[Exit  Andy.] 

[Jeff  taA;es  out  the  eggs  from  the  hat 

and  puts  them  on  the  ledge.  He  takee 

one  in  his  hand  as  if  to  break  it  on 

Bill's  head.] 

Jeff. — "You  see,  boys,  when  you  begin 

to  get  an  insight  into  big  business ." 

(Now  and  in  what  follows  he  constantly 
makes  a  motion  as  if  about  to  smash  the 
egg  on  Bill's  head,  and  is  constantly  check- 
ed either  by  his  own  talk  or  someone 
else's.) 

[Enter  Gillis   (caretaker  and  messen- 
ger of  the  bank,  a  heavy,  shambling, 
unkempt  man  with  thick  black  hair, 
bloodshot  eyes  and  the  loose  stoop  of 
a  drunkard.     He  stands,  half  sway 
ing  in  the  doorway.] 
Gillis. — "Mr.  Mullins  here?" 
Mullins  (briskly). — "Yes." 
Gillis.— "They  want  you  right  away 
up  at  the  bank." 
Mullins.— "What's  the  trouble?" 
Gillis. — "I   don't  know.     Mr.  Pupkin 
says  it's  confidential.     I  heard  him  ex- 
plaining it  to  the  folks  in  the  bank.    But 
the  place  is  so  full  of  people  I  couldn't 
understand  right — but  he  said  it  would 
be  two  o'clock  in  fifteen  minutes — unless 
you  came  right  away.    That's  all  I  under- 
.stand." 

Mullins  (getting  his  hat  and  stick  in 
hurry). — "Yes,  I  guess  it  is.  (Contemp- 
tuously) See,  here,  my  man,  you've  been 
drinking.  You're  drunk." 
Gillis. — "I'm  not  drunk." 
Mullins. — "You're  drunk  and  you're 
drunk  while  you're  on  bank  business. 
Now.  I've  warned  you  once.  I  warn  you 
again.  Let  me  see  you  drunk  again  in 
bank  hours  and  out  you  go.  Do  you  under- 
stand, out  you  go " 

Gillis  (with  dark  anger  in  his  eyes)  .— 
"Don't  you  threaten  me  or  boss  or  no  boss, 

by  God  I'll "  (he  lurches  forward  with 

his  fist  closed). 

Smith  (interposing  and  taking  hold  of 


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rr*  :," 


^  tf'UST  AS  the  great  Rock  of  Gibraltar  stands  as 
tf  la  mighty  symbol  of  Nature's  permanence,  so 
Xi^^^^does  the  name  Studebaker  appeal  to  the  whole 
civilized  world  as  a  true  symbol  of  a  marvelous  manu- 
facturing institution's  enduring  reliability. 

For  nearly  two  generations  Studebaker  has  been 
recognized  as  one  of  the  world's  really  great  industrial 
leaders — with  an  organization  utilizing  resources  ex- 
tending far  into  the  millions,  and  with  manufacturing 

activities  today  covering   149  acres  of  ground  and 

employing  12,000  workers. 

Built  out  of  the  experience  of  65  years  of  earnest 
endeavor,  Studebaker  cars  represent  the  last  word 
in  motor  car  construction.  The  Studebaker  is  not 
an  experiment — it  has  actually  proved  its  superiority 
in  the  hands  of  over  300,000  owners  all  over  the 
world. 


Studebaker  cars  for  Canada  are  built  in  the  Stude- 
baker factories  at  Walkerville,  to  meet  all  Canadian 
road  conditions.  See  the  Studebaker  dealer  and  have 
him  give  you  a  demonstration  of  the  FOUR  at  $1375 
or  the  SIX  at  $1685. 


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him)  .—"Here,  Ben,  don't  be  a  damn  fool. 
(He  leads  him  by  the  arm  to  the  door.) 
Mr.  Mullins  is  right.  You're  drunk.  Go 
over  to  the  hotel  and  sit  down  in  the  bar 
and  get  sober — for  your  wife's  sake,  now, 
go  and  sit  in  the  bar."  {He  puts  Gillis 
out.) 

MULLINS.— "If  it  weren't  for  his  wife 
I   wouldn't   keep   that   drunken    brute    a 
day!     Well,  I  must  get  up  to  the  bank." 
{Exit.'] 

Jeff  (going  on  with  his  egg  prepara- 
tion).— "So  as  I  was  saying,  every  loss 
should  be  written  off  well  before  it 
happens " 

[Enter  Slyde.     Well  dressed,  city  man, 
air  of  a  crook;  over-polite.] 

Jeff. — "Come  in,  come  right  in,  sir. 
I'm  just  giving  this  man  a  sort  of  a  rush 
shampoo.    You're  next." 

Smith. — Jeff,  this  is  the  gentleman 
from  Noo  York  that  we  was  speaking 
about,  over  to  the  hotel.  Mr.  Slyde,  shake 
hands  with  Mr.  Thorpe  (they  shake 
hands)  And  this  is  Mr.  Macartney.  And 
this  is  Bill — of  the  police." 

Slyde  (with  sudden  apprehensive  start 
at  the  word  police). — "Eh?" 

Bill  (with  a  great  yawn). — "Police— 
and  detective-service  (yawns,  and  prac- 
tically falls  asleep  as  he  sits) . 

Slyde — "I've  been  hearing  a  lot  about 
you  Mr.  Thorpe.  They  tell  me  down  in 
the  city  you're  one  of  the  big  men  in  the 
mining  business  up  here." 

Jeff.— "Oh,  I  wouldn't  say  that.  I 
wouldn't  put  it  that  way.  No.  not  one  of 
the  big  men.    They  said  big,  did  they?" 

Slyde.— "Yes,  that's  what  they  say." 

Jeff.— "Big,  well— no— I'm  free  to  say 
there  are  thousands  of  men — yes  hund- 
reds of  them  that  know  more  than  I  do 
about  the  mines — dozens  of  them — half  a 
dozen,  anyway.  There  must  be  half  a 
dozen — I  should  think — somewhere." 

Slyde.— "Well,  I  don't  know  anything 
about  mines.  It's  not  my  business.  But 
I  said  to  some  friends  of  mine,  pretty  big 
men  in  the  city,  I've  got  to  go  up  to  Mari- 
posa and  I  think,  I'll  pick  up  a  few  hun- 
dred dollars  of  mining  stock.  'All  right ' 
they  said,  'you  go  to  Jeff  Thorpe.'  " 

Jeff.— "They  did,  eh?"    "" 

Smith  (^with  a  laugh)  .—"Sell  him  some 
of  that  mine  you  wrap  cigars  in!" 

Jeff.— "No,  no,  I  wouldn't  sell  a  man  a 
thing  like  that.  But  here,  now  did  you 
ever  hear  them  talk  in  the  city  of  'the 
Lone  Star."     (Takes  out  certificate.) 

Slyde.— -^o,  Lxsn't  say " 

Jeff.— "5ro,  ifbess  they're  keeping  it 
pretty  ouiet.  They've  got  her  shoved  off 
the  market.     But  that  mine " 

IVJACARTNEY  .—  "That's  a  wonderful 
mine.  Pretty  near  as  good  as  the  Cor- 
ona Jewel,   itself." 

Slyde  (g'!acA;/2^).—"Corona  Jewels?  Is 
that  the  name?     I'm  not  used  to  these 

Tif^of/    ,^^'.'^  W,  ^°^  «<""e  options  on 
that?"    (SmithJ%>ks  up.) 

Jeff.  —  "About  five  hundred,  but  I 
wouldn't  sell  you  them.  They're  just 
waste  paper.     That'd  be  cheating  you." 

Smith.— "Say,  stranger,  what  made 
you  call  them  options?  Who  said  they 
was  options " 

Slyde.— "Why- 


[Voices  outside.} 

"Toronto  morning  papers  —  noon  edi- 
tion— Toronto  morning  papers " 

Smith  and  Macartney. — "There's  the 
papers  in  off  the  train." 

[Exit  Smith  and  Macartney  hur- 
riedly.] 


Bill  (wakes  with  a  yawn). — "Finished, 
eh?  (looking  in  the  glass).  Say  that  looks 
fine — feels  a  lot  better,  too.  Nothing  like 
a  shampoo  to  make  a  feller  feel  fresh. 
What  is  it,  Jeff,   twenty-five " 

Jeff  (absent-minedly) . — "No,  twenty 
without  massage.  I  don't  think  I  gave 
you  a  massage,  did  I?  Twenty — all  right 
— good  afternoon,  Bill." 

[Exit  Bill.] 

Slyde  (more  quickly  and  decisively, 
with  the  air  of  a  man  who  knows  his  own 
mind  and  wants  to  make  the  most  of  a 
limited  time). — "Mr.  Thorpe,  if  you  got 
any  interim  options  on  the  shares  of  the 
Corona  Jewel  Mine,  I'd  like  to  buy  them 
from  you  (checking  himself  a  little). 
That  is,  iust  for  fun." 

Jeff,— "Why,  Mr.  Slyde " 

Slyde. — "Oh,  I'm  not  a  mining  man.  I 
don't  know  anything  about  the  mine,  or 
any  other  mine,  but  I  thought  being  here 
(he  takes  out  a  roll  of  bills)  just  for  fun 
now.  I'll  pay  you  five  cents  a  share  for 
the  five  hundred " 

Jeff.— "Why,  it's  this  way " 

Slyde. — "Come,  I'll  pay  you  ten  cents." 

Jeff.— "I  couldn't  do  it,  Mr.  Slyde.  You 
see  if  you  were  in  the  mining  business,  I'd 
do  it  in  a  minute.  Between  two  mining 
men  any  deal's  fair.  But  you're  just  a 
plain,  honest  outsider.  You  say  to  me, 
'Thorpe,  I  don't  know  anything  about 
the  mine.'  I  answer,  'All  right,  I  do, 
and  I  won't  sell  it  to  you.  It's  not  worth  a 
cent.' " 

Slyde.— "That's  all  right  now.  You've 
got  your  price.    Name  it." 

Jeff. — "What  do  you  mean,  I've  got 
my  price?" 

Slyde. — "I  mean  I  know  what  you're 
up  to.  If  twenty  cents  a  share  won't  buy 
the  shares,  what  will?" 

Jeff  (indignantly)  .—"Do  you  think 
I'd  lie  about  them  shares?  You  think  I'm 
that  kind  of " 

[Enter  Myra  hurridely.] 

Myra.— "Are  you  Mr.  Slyde?" 

Slyde. — "Yes." 

Myra — "I'm  from  the  telephone  ex- 
change. Long  distance  is  calling  you. 
New  York  wants  to  speak  to  .you,  and  they 
said  it's  a  hurry  up  call." 

Slyde. — "Is  there  a  'phone  here?" 

Myra.— "No.  You  can  go  up  to  the  ex- 
change, or  across  to  the  hotel." 

Slyde.— "I'll  be  back,  Mr.  Thorpe." 

[Exit.] 

Myra.  —  "Father,  who  is  that  man? 
(looks  after  him).     I  don't  like  him." 

Jeff  (zvith  a  certain  indignation  on 
him). — "Like  him?  I  guess  not.  He  as 
good  as  called  me  a  cheat,  a  liar." 

Myra.— "Father!" 

Jeff. — "Over  a  mining  deal — shares 
he  wanted  to  buy.  The  Corona  Jewel 
mine.  Thought  I  was  running  the  price 
up  on  him — thought  I  was  dishonest  about 
it.  Can't  a  man  buy  and  sell  shares  and 
be  honest?" 

Myra.— "Oh,  father,  it's  about  that 
I've  been  wanting  so  much  to  talk  to  you." 

Jeff. — "Why,  Myra!" 

Myra. — "You  won't  be  angry,  will  you, 
father?" 

Jeff, — "Angry?" 

Myra, — "No,  I  know  you  won't.  But. 
father,  don't  you  think  it's  all  a  mistake, 
you  trying  to  buy  and  sell  mines?" 

Jeff. — "A  mistake?  Why,  look  at  that 
and  that  (getting  certificates  from  the 
shelves  and  drawer) .  There,  the  Lonely 
Lake.  I  bought  that  for  20  cents  a  share, 
two  hundred  shares.  Suppose  it  rises  to 
a  dollar — to  five  dollars — to  ten  dollars 


a  share — suppose  it  rises  to  a  hundred — " 

Myra. — "I  know,  father,  but " 

Jeff. — "Didn't  the  Mattawa  go  to  five 

hundred   dollars   a   share.        Didn't  the 

Nipissing?  " 

Myra. — "I  know,  father,  and,  of  course, 
I  know  how  clever  you  are  and  how  easily 
you  could  make  money  but  father,  is  it 
worth  it  all?" 

Jeff. — "Worth  it?" 

Myra.— "Yes  worth  it.  Surely  we  were 
so  content  and  so  happy  and  nice  when 
you  came  home,  and  I  got  supper  for  you 
and  you  told  me  all  about  what  had  hap- 
pened in  the  day.  And  now,  it's  getting 
all  so  changed." 

Jeff.— "Changed?" 

Myra.— "Yes,  father,  changed.  Every- 
thing around  is.  Father,  I  didn't  mean  to 
say  it,  but  even  your  friends,  even  people 
like  Mr.  Smith,  that  like  you  so  much,  see 
it  and  they're  saying " 

Jeff. — "Yes,  they're  saying " 

Myra.  —  "That— that— you've  altered, 
that  you've  grown  different,  so  eager  and 
anxious  for  money.  You  think  only  of 
money " 

Jeff. — "They — are — saying— that?" 

Myra. — "Yes." 

Jeff. — "That  I  think — only — of  money 

Myra.— "Father,  father.  I  didn't  mean 
to  hurt  you." 

Jeff. — "That  I  think — only — of  money. 
Is  that  it?  Do  they  think,  do  you  think, 
I  want  money  just  for  myself,  or  even 
just  for  you.  Myra,  I  didn't  mean  to  tell 
.you  now,  it's  for  your  mother's  sake, 
Myra,  for  your  mother's  memory  that  I 
want  the  money.  Something  I  want  to 
do." 

Myra.— "Father!" 

Jeff  —  "It  was  something  that  she 
wanted  done,  if  we  ever  got  rich,  she  and 
I,  here  in  Canada.  I  never  told  you 
this,  but  —  she  was  'in  service,'  yout 
mother  was  (Jeff  speaks  with  a  sort  of 
sudden  and  bitter  passion) .  That's  what 
they  call  it,  'in  service.'  Yes,  and  more 
than  that,  before  that,  she  was  a  work- 
house child,  my  Martha  was.  And  it  was 
the  bread  of  charity  she  ate  the  bread  of 
charity  and  tears." 

Myra.— "But,  father,  you  needn't  have 
kept  it  back  from  me.  I  could  love 
mother's  memory  just  as  well." 

Jeff. — "Her  memory!  Aye,  I'll  see  to 
that.  Give  me  the  money  and  I'll  see  to 
that.  You  don't  know  the  old  country, 
Myra.  It's  not  like  this,  the  old  coun- 
try. Here  it's  a  land  of  hope  and  sun- 
shine— and  there's  a  chance  for  «11  But 
there  it's  hard — bitter  hard — for  the  poor 
— for  folks  like  Martha  and  me.  And  we 
were  married  —  that's  five  and  twenty 
.years  ago — and  come  to  Canada — and  we 
thought,  as  they  all  think,  that  some  day 
we'd  be  rich — and  we  planned^she  and  I 
did — what  we'd  do — that  we'd  take  money 
and  found  a  home — a  real  home  of  kind- 
ness and  sunshine — for  destitute  children 
like  my  Martha  was.  That's  how  we 
planned  it.  And  I  worked  and  waited  and 
some  how  the  fortune  didn't  come.  There 
were  no  mines  then — and  then,  and  then — 
just  after  you  were  born — I  lost  her " 

Myra.— "Father!" 

Jeff. — "Even  at  the  la.st  she  spoke  it — 
her  hand  in  mine — her  voice  so  faint — 
'Don't  forget,'  she  said,  'I  have  never  for- 
gotten. I  waited.  There  seemed  no 
chance.  Then  the  silver  mines  were  found, 
here  close  beside  us.  And  I  knew,  I  knew, 
that   it   had    come    (Jetf   is   greatly   ngi- 


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tated) .  Too  late  for  her,  but  it  had  come. 
Martha!  Martha!"  (He  is  greatly 
Tnoved  and  stands  with  his  hands  clenched 
at  his  side,  gazing  into  space.  There  is  a 
moment's  pause  before  Myka  speaks.) 

Myra. — "Oh,  father,  there  are  people 
coming.  They  seem  excited.  I'll  go  out 
this  way." 

[Enter  Macartney,  Smith  and  Bill. 
They  are  in  a  state  of  great  excite- 
ment. Macartney  brandishing  neivs- 
paper.l 

Smith.  —  "Say,  Jeff,  here's  one  for 
you,  all  right." 

Macartney.  —  "Say,  wouldn't  that 
wake  a  feller  up- — — " 

Jeff  {recovering  himself  from,  his  emo- 
tion) . — "Eh— ye&^eh?" 

Smith. — "Listen  to  this.  Read  it  out 
to  him,  lawyer.  There's  something  big 
doing." 

Macartney. — "Here  it  is — noon  paper 
(reads).  'Toronto,  June  30.  Great  silver 
strike  in  Cobalt.  It  is  rumored  in  min- 
ing circles  that  startling  disclosures  will 
be  made  within  the  next  twenty^four 
hours.  It  is  being  said  -  the  exchange 
that  a  vein  of  silver  of  almost  fabulous 
richness  has  just  been  discovered  in  one 
of  the  newer  mines.  It  -npears  that  the 
mines  in  question  was  not  regarded  as  a 
naving  proposition  and  the  company  pro- 
fessing to  operate  it  was  only  organized 
for  speculation  purposes.  Interim  options 
had  been  unloaded  on  the  buying  public 
with  no  expectation  of  real  delevopment. 
It  now  appears  that  the  new  mine,  the 
name  of  which  is  being  zealously  guarded, 
is  likely  to  prove.  ...  At  the  time  of 
going  to  press  the  whole  exchange  was  in 
commotion  with  wild  bidding  for  favored 
shares.'  " 

Jeff.— "What's  the  mine?  What's  the 
mine?     Don't  it  say  the  name?" 

Macaktnes. — "No,  it  doesn't  say." 

Bill. — "Don't  they  know.  Somebody 
must  know." 

Smith. — "What  sort  a  fool  newspaper" 
{all  together). 

Jeff  (excitedly  starting  to  strop  a 
razor) . — "I  know  it.  It's  the  Lone  Star. 
I  always  knew  it  was  a  fortune.  Here, 
I've  got  the  shares  of  it — here  and  here — 
or,  no,  I  bet  it's  the " 

[Enter  Slyde,  hurriedly  and  eagerly.] 

Slyde.— "Now,  Mr.  Thorpe,  our  little 
deal.  Let's  close  it  up,  eh?  Five  hundred 
option* — or  what  was  the  name  of  it — the 
Corona  Jewel — wasn't  that  it?     I'll  buy 

Smith.— "Hold  on  with  that.  Buy 
shares  off  him?  Ain't  you  heard  there's 
a  million  dollar  boom  on?  Not  a  share  do 
you  buy  off  Jeff.  All  he  has  is  his'n.  Jeff 
ain't  selling  anything  now." 

Slyde.— "Why,  I " 

[Enter  Myra,  hurriedly.] 

Myra.  —  "Father,  those  shares  you 
spoke  of.  Don't  sell !  The  news  has  just 
come " 

Jeff. — "Myra,  Myra.  Keep  calm,  don't 
be  excited.  It's  only  business  (stropping 
a  razor  in  violent  agitation) .  Who's  next 
— who  wants  a  shave?" 

Myra. — "I  heard  it  over  the  telephone 
wires  and  came  right  out.     I'll  lose  mv 

place  for  telling  it — the  mine " 

[Voices  outside  of  newsboys  on  the 
street,  "Special  edition  Mariposa 
'Newspacket.'  Corona  Jewel  Mine. 
Great  silver  strike.  Corona  Jewel 
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Norah. — "Mr.  Thorpe,  they  want  you 
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MACLEAN'S     M  A  G  A  Z  1  N  lO 


Jeff.  —  "Telephone,  yes.  telephone" 
{trying  to  change  his  coat) ■ 

(Exit  NoRAH,'  enter  Andy.] 

Andy.  —  "Mr.  Thorpe,  the  telegraph 
office  is  calling  for  you  to  come  up  there." 

[Voices  of  men  outside,  "Corona  Jewel 
— Corona  Jewel — Great  silver  strike."}  .  . 

Jeff. — "The  telegraph,  yes,  the  tele- 
graph" (trying  to  brush  his  hair) . 

[Enter  PUPKIN,  wildly  excited.} 

PUPKIN. — "Mr.  Thorpe,  Mr.  Thorpe — 
right  away.  Come  to  the  bank.  The  man- 
ager— Corona  Jewel  option " 

Jeff. — "Yes,  yes,  the  bank.  I'll  just 
shave." 

PUPKIN. — "By  two  o'clock — ten  min- 
utes. It's  millions — Mr.  Mullins  has  the 
transfer  ready.  He  says  hurry  the  shares 
— buy  the  shares.  He  says  it's  confiden- 
tial." 


Jeff. — "Yes,  the  shares.  Corona  Jewel 
shares.  Here  they  are.  Where  are  they? 
There  are  five  hundred  shares " 

Macartney.— "My  dear  Thorpe  —  my 
dear  fellow — congratulations.  Keep  calm 
— get  the  shares." 

Smith. — "Keep  steady,  Jeff — don't  you 
know " 

Jeff. — "Yes,  right  here  in  that  drawer. 
{They  all  make  a  run  at  it  and  tear  it 
open) — or  in  this  {another  run).  No,  up 
here  in  the  shelves"   (general  scramble). 

Jeff  (pausing  and  regaining  calm  a 
little). — "They  were  here,  they  were  here 
yesterday.    I've  mislaid  them." 

Myra. — "Father,  I  know.  Mrs.  Gilli.s 
when  she  cleaned " 

Jeff.— "That's  it— Mrs.  Gillis." 

Macartney  and  Bill. — "Mrs.  Gillis!" 
Corititined  on   page  81. 


A  Woman  Who  Understood 


Continued  from  page  30. 


chile  jes'  natcher'ly  had  to  keep  wahm; 
so  he  made  for  the  firin'  kiln.  An'  I 
raikon  if  he  weren't  took  powerful  sick 
for  the  nex'  week  or  two  the  Jedge  sure 
might  've  walloppted  dat  boy! 

"But  I  see  his  mammy  come  out .  'n 
the.Jedge's  study  wif  her  eyes  all  red, 
and  I  raikon  she  begged  the  Jedge  for  to 
spare  her  boy.  You  see,  Mis'  Effel,  she 
jes'  understood  dat  boy!  Dey  was  alike 
inside,  bof  of  'em  was  .jes'  pirootin'  an' 
high-speerited,  like  all  the  Pinkneys. 
The  Jedge,  he  was  dif'rent.  When  Mis' 
Jinny  and  her  boy  knowed  the  Jedge  was 
goin'  to  be  away  for  a  spell,  dey  was 
alwdys  carryin'  on  around  dat  ol'  red 
brick,  rampin'  through  the  house  like 
two  chilluns,  an'  water-fightin'  wif  the 
gahden-hose  and  hoss-racin'  down  the 
lane.  An'  dat  boy  never  had  a  school- 
fight  or  a  tech  o'  skin  trubble  or  a  spell 
o'  puppy-love  widout  his  mammy  know- 
in'  all  about  it.  An'  Masta  Gahnet  his- 
self  he  jes'  sprung  into  a  powerful  big 
boyj  wif  the  Pinkney  eyes  and  the  Pink- 
ney  laugh  and  the  Pinkney  way  o'  git- 
tin'  fun  out  'n  things.  Dat's  'bout  the 
time  the  trubble  stahted ! 

"  r^AT  trubble  didn't  staht  out  'n  nuf- 
*^  fin'  more  'n  a  briar-root  pipe  what 
Masta  Gahnet  bought  from  the  Cap'n 
of  a  lake  schooner  unloadin'  white  pine 
at  the  Van  Allen  lumber  yahd.  It  cost 
him  a  dollah  an'  a  half — I  knowed  dat, 
for  he  borrowed  fohty  cents  off  'n  me — 
and  dat  pipe,  he  'splained,'  had  been 
smoked  by  mos'  all  the  Crowned  Haids 
o'  Yurrup.  The  Cap'n  tol'  him  dat. 
Lo'dy  how  dat  boy  loved  that  pipe.  He 
tol'  me  he'd  nail  me  down  in  the  cis- 
tu'n  if  I  ever  breaved  a  word  'bout  him 
ownin'  sech  a  thing.  Why,  dat  pipe  .ies' 
made  Masta  Gahnet  into  a  man.  I  rai- 
kon he  owned  it  for  or  five  weeks  b'fore 
he  ever  lit  her  up.  But  dat  was  'bout  the 
fust  time  he  ever  fooled  his  mammy.  An' 
he  took  to  smokin'  again. 

"I  never  jes'  knowed  how  the  ol' 
folks  foun'  out  'bout  Masta  Gahnet  and 
dat  pipe — but  I  always  suspicioned  a  ol' 
she-hen  what  was  doin'  sewin'  for  Mis' 
Jinny  by  the  day.  But  the  Jedge  he 
foun'  out  'bout  Mis'  Jinny's  boy  smokin'. 
When  he  called  'im  into  dat  study,  Masta 
Gahnet  was  jes'  natcher'ly  scairt,  an'  I 
raikon  dat  chile  didn't  tell  the  truf.  An' 
dat    fixed   the  Jedge. 


"Mis'  Jinny,  I  mind,  she  locked  her- 
self up  in  heir  baidroom;  I  was  back  on 
the  dryin'-green  beatin'  rugs.  Den  the 
Jedge  comes  to  me,  hahd  as  iron,  and  he 
says:  'Git  me  a  strap!'  Lo'dy,  I  know'd 
what  dat  meant.  So  I  goes  to  the  hah- 
ness-room  and  unbuckles  a  check-rein 
off  'n  the  little  mare's  hahness  an'  takes 
it  in  to  the  Jedge.  He  looks  at  dat  baby- 
strap  an'  shies  it  'cross  the  room  and 
goes  out  for  to  git  the  strap  off  'n  the 
ol'  Gladstone  neck-yoke.  B'fore  he  can 
git  back,  I  skips  over  to  the  window  and 
opens  her  wide.  'Oh,  Masta  Gahnet,' 
I  pled  wif  dat  boy,  'limbah  out,  limbah  out. 
b'fore  you  cotch  it!  I'll  take  the  blame, 
I  sure  will!' 

"But  Mis'  Jinny's  boy  jes'  stands 
dere,  wif  his  ahms  folded,  an'  his,  Pink- 
ne.v  eyes  flashin'  an'  his  face  's  white  's 
the  Jedge's.  He  was  a  Pinkney,  thro' 
and  thro',  wif  his  laigs  straight  and  hi.s 
mouf  shut — and  I  jes'  crept  out  to  the 
kerrige-shed  and  sat  down  on  the  ol' 
surrey-step  and  blubbered  like  the  ol' 
fool  I  was,  wif  all  Masta  Gahnet's  dawgs 
creepin'  round,  whimperin'  jes'  as  if  dey 
knowed    something   was    wrong. 

"It  was  mos'  dahk  b'fore  anybody 
eome  near  dat  shed.  When  I  looks  up,  I 
see  Masta  Gahnet  dere.  Dat  stahted  me 
off  again,  but  dere  weren't  a  teah  in  dat 
boy's  eye.  He'd  a  bundle  o'  clo'es  an' 
things  what  he'd  wrapped  up  in  a 
gunnysack  an'  tied  wif  a  hame-strap. 
'Mose,'  he  says,  'I'm  goin'  away!'  Den 
1  ax  and  ax  for  him  to  take  me  wif 
him.  But  he  says  no,  I  mus'  take  keer  o' 
his  dawgs  for  him.  Den  he  staht  sayin' 
good-by  to  dem  dawgs.  I  couldn't  stan' 
seein'  dem  '  dum'  animiles  lickin'  his 
tremblin'  hands  and  caryin'  on  dat- 
way,  so  I  dar  out.  When  I  git  back 
Masta  Gahnet  is  gone. 

"Lo'dy,  Lo'dy,  dat  ol'  red  brick  was  a 
dif'rent  house  from  dat  day  on,  mos' 
as  quiet  as  a  tomb,  and  Mis'  Jinny  and 
the  Jedge  never  sayin'  much,  and  ev'ry- 
body  jes'  waitin',  waitin'  for  Masta 
Gahnet  to  come  back.  I  raikon  the 
Jedge  thought  fo»  sure  dat  boy  'd  be 
comin'  back  'fore  long.  But  he  didn't. 
And  the  snow  was  flyin'  and  winter  come 
b'fore  the  ol'  folks  gave  up  ever  hearin' 
from  him.  Den  the  Jedge  he  et  crow, 
and  stahted  the  search.  But  nothin' 
come  of  it.  Den  another  winter  come. 
But    dey    kep'    sendin'    off    letters    and 


watchin'  the  post.     Dey  kep'  r'eelin'  he'd 
sure  come  back.     But  'tweren't  no  use. 

"IV/fIS'    JINNY    was    took    sick,    the 

^^*  nex'  spring,  and  the  Jedge  he 
done  changed  a  powerful  lot.  His  ha'r 
done  change  from  salt  an'  peper  clean 
into  salt,  an'  he  walked  to  the  post  ev'ry 
day  jes'  like  an  ol'  man.  The  nex'  winter 
two  o'  Masta  Gahnet's  oldes'  dawgs  up 
an'  died.  Den  another  winter  slipped 
by,  an'  den  still  another.  Bimeby  I  raikon 
Mis'  Jinny  an'  the  ol'  Jedge  done  give  up. 
It  was  powerful  dahk  and  quiet  roun'  the 
ol'  red  brick  all  them  years. 

"I  raikon  it  was  the  nex'  spring  after 
dat,  'bout  the  middle  o'  May,  dat  Mis' 
Jinny  got  the  fust  word  'bout  her  boy. 
Masta  Galinet  was  comin'  home!  He'd 
been  mos'  all  over  the  world,  doin'  dis 
and  dat,  an'  den  he  turned  soljer  an' 
'listed,  same  as  the  Pinkney  boys  did  in 
wah-time.  Dat  chile  'd  been  fightin' 
Germans  'way  over  in  the  No'th  o'  France 
and  holdin'  a  bridge-haid  wif  a  m'chine- 
gun  all  by  hisself  when  dey  shot  'im  thro' 
the  ches'! 

"Yes  'm,  him  not  twenty  years  ol' 
an'  fightin'  in  a  ahmy!  And  gittin'  shot 
thro'  the  ches'!  But  he  was  gittin'  on 
fine,  the  ahmy  folks  write  to  the  ol' 
Jedge,  tho'  dey  'lowed  he'd  bes'  go  home 
and  res'  up  a  bit. 

"And,  Lo'dy,  Lo'dy,  what  goin's  ob 
dere  was  when  dose  news  come  to  the  ol' 
folks,  gittin'  the  rooms  done  over,  an' 
slickin'  up  the  gahdens  and  the  green- 
house, an'  paintin'  up  the  ol'  surrey,  an' 
cuttin'  a  new  window  in  the  boy'»  room, 
so  's  he  'd  git  more  sun !  I  sure  did  fix 
for  to  have  ol'  Jo-Anne  and  ol'  Dahby 
shinin'  like  two-year-ol's,  wif  blue-rib- 
bon plaited  in  deir  manes,  an'  all  the 
hahness-brass  a-shinin',  dat  day  Mis' 
Jinny's  boy  come  home! 

"When  dey  helped  dat  boy  oflf'n  the 
train  and  I  see  dem  thin  laigs  an'  dat 
white  face,  I  was  jes'  'bliged  to  stoop 
down  and  fuss  wif  ol' Jo-Anne's  bellyband, 
for  I  sure  weren't  goin'  to  make  a  ol' 
fool  of  myse'f  b'fore  all  dem  folks.  But 
I  knowed  Mis'  Jinny's  boy  'd  be  aixin' 
for  me  mos'  the  fust  thing.  An'  he  did, 
sure  'nough.  But  I  jes'  helt  back,  for 
I  knowed  he  b'long  to  his  mammy  and 
the  Jedge's  much  as  he  done  to  me.  An' 
dat  houn'  Kaiser  he  jes'  le'p'  up  and  lick 
dat  chile's  face  and  whimper  and  let  the 
teajis  run  down  his  nose  an'  cry  an' 
.shake  an'  den  lick  Masta  Gahnet's  boots. 
An'  when  Masta  Gahnet  hug  his  mammy, 
he  could  on'y  use  the  one  ahm,  on  'count 
o'  the  ches'  wound.  When  he  gits  in  the 
kerrige  and  the  Jedge  tuck  him  up, 
he  hugs  Mis'  Jinny  ag'n,  kind  o' 
hongry-like.  Den  he  laughs  an'  cries 
an'  fights  back  the  teahs  and  tetches 
his  mammy's  haid  and  says:  "Oh,  Mam- 
my, dere's  a  white  ha'r,  an'  dere's  another, 
sure  as  I'm  alive!'  An'  he  d'clares  he's 
taller  'n  the  Jedge  hisse'f,  and  he  swears 
he  never  see  Jo- Anne  and  Dahby  lookin' 
so  gran'.  'Deedy,  he  do  mos'  all  he  can 
for  to  cheer  the  ol'  folks  up.  But  some- 
how it  jes'  weren't  no  use.  All  dat  time 
Mis'  Jinny  she  was  jes'  's  quiet,  like  she 
suspicioned  from  the  fust  the  truf  'bout 
dat  boy  o'  hers. 

"You  see.  Mis  Effel,  dot  ches'  wound 
done  give  Masta  Gahnet  a  powerful  weak 
lung.  Doctorin'  weren't  no  use,  an'  nus- 
sin'  weren't  no  use.  The  ahmy  folks 
knowed  dat,  all  'long.  Dat's  why  dey 
sent  'im  home.  He  jes'  drapped  away  a 
li'l,  day  by  day.     An'  Mis'  Jinny  she  let 


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the  ol'  Jedge  have  dat  son  of  his'n  most 
all  the  time  she  could  spah  him,  for  she 
raikoned  his  daddy  'served  him  more  'n 
she  did.  She  'd  always  had  'im.  Wif  the 
Jedge  it  'd  been  dif'rent:  he  didn't 
understan' — not  till  after  all  dem  yeahs 
an'  his  boy  come  back  again ! 

"A  LL  DAT  spring  the  ol'  Jedge  and 
•^*-  Masta  Gahnet  'd  go  drivin'  out 
to  the  ol'  Buthnott  Fahm,  an'  bring  the 
kerrige  back  clean  loaded  down  wif  wil'- 
plum  and  apple-blossoms.  An'  'bout  the 
end  o'  June  Masta  Gahnet  he  passed 
away.  Mos'  the  las'  thing  he  toldt  me,  Mis' 
Effel,  was  to  be  sure  an'  be  good  to  poor 
hab  the  wrong  kind  o'  name.  The  Jedge  an' 
hab  the  wrong  kind  a'  name.  The  Jedge  an' 
Mis'  Jinny  dey  was  mos'  kind  to  me  dose 
days — an'  dey  was  hahd  days.  I  was  the 
only  one  o'  the  help  dat  Mis'  Jinny  'd 
'low  to  tech  any  o'  Masta  Gahnet's 
things.  She  kep'  his  rooms  jes'  like  it 
always  was,  th'  ol'  slide-trombone  over 
the  doah,  an'  the  ol'  rabbit-gun  in  the 
corner,  an'  the  busted  banjo  on  the  she'f 
ies'  as  dat  boy  o'  hers  lef  'em.  The  ol' 
Jedge  he  jes  kep'  breakin'  down  ev'ry 
time  he  see  dose  things. 

"I  never  ketch  Mis'  Jinny,  tho', 
drappin'  a  teah.  She'd  jes'  sit  in  dat 
room  by  the  hour,  thinkin'  and  thinkin'. 
But  in  two-three  yeahs  her  ha'r  git  mos' 
's  white  '  mine.  An'  when  Dahby  and 
Jo-Anne  git  too  ol'  for  the  road,  the 
Jedge  he  had  'em  took  out  to  the  Buth- 
nott Fahm  an'  'low  no  one  to  lay  a  han' 
on  dem  bosses.  Dey  jes'  lazy  roun'  dere 
an'  live  on  the  fat  o'  the  Ian',  dat  team, 
an'  'bout  once  a  mont'  Mis'  Jinny  'd 
drive  out  an'  whussle  at  the  pasture-gate 
and  dat  tern  'd  come  trottin'  up  and  eat 
a  apple  out  'n  her  han'  and  rub  deir  poses 
agin'  her  knees.  But  bimeby  deir  teef 
ifot  bad  an'  deir  joints  got  stiff.  A  hahd 
winter  come  on,  an'  one  day  Lige,  the 
fahm  man,  he  calls  me  out  behin'  the 
granary  and  'lows  dem  bosses  is  in  mis'ry 
an'  is  sure  got  'o  to  be  shot. 

"When  the  roads  dry  up  again  wif 
■ipring,  an'  Mis'  Jinny  an'  the  Jedge  git 
drivin'  out  to  the  Buthnott  Fahm  again, 
Lige  an'  me  we  keep  lyin'  like  troopers 


and  sayin'  the  ol'  team  is  back  in  the 
bush — yes  'm  'way  back  in  the  bush  and 
fat  's  butter!  Den  one  day  bimeby  Mis' 
Jinny  she's  jes'  set  on  seein'  dat  team, 
an'  me  and  the  fahm  man  we  's  jes' 
natcher'ly  'hliged  to  tail  what  happened. 

"Lo'dy,  Lo'dy,  but  poor  Mis'  Jinny 
did  sob  and  cry  'bout  dat  ol'  team. 
'Dey's  all  dat's  lef!  All  dat's  lef'!'  she 
kind  o'  whispers  to  me  when  she  wipe  her 
eyes.  B'fore  we  gits  home  she  says  to  me, 
she  says,  'Mose,  never  you  tail  the  Jedge 
'bout  Dahby  and  Jo- Anne  bein'  gone! 
Never,  mind  you,  nohow!' 

"But  b'fore  the  nex'  mont'  slip  away 
the  Jedge  he  ax  for  dat  team  hisse'f. 
When  me  and  Lige  shows  'im  where  dey 
'.s  buried,  back  in  the  bush,  he  stays  out 
dere  all  by  hisse'f,  mos'  all  mornin'. 
'Mose,  mind  you  never  let  poor  Mis' 
Jinny  know  what  happen  to  dat  team — 
never,  nohow!' 

"An'  when  the  ol'  Jedge  died  the  nex' 
winter,  Mis'  Jinny  she  says  to  me,  'Mose, 
dere's  jes'  you  and  me  an'  ol'  Kaiser 
lef'!'  An'  the  next  spring  she  stahted 
sroin'  downhill  herse'f,  goin'  fast.  One 
day  she  set  up  in  baid  an'  sen'  for  Kaiser 
an'  me  and  say,  'Mose,  d'  you  all  raikon 
you  c'd  string  dat  ol'  banjo  o'  Masta 
Gahnet's?'  An'  I  gets  the  ol'  banjo  an' 
Strang  'im;  an'  Mis'  Jinny  say,  'Give  us 
Di.xie,  Mose!'  But,  Lo'dy,  I's  sech  a  ol' 
fool  I  bruk  down  an'  cry  like  a  baby,  an' 
.Mis'  Jinny  kep'  sayin',  'Poor  ol'  Mose! 
Poor  ol'  Mose!' — jes'  like  dat. 

"Den  the  young  doctah  come  in  and 
shak'  his  haid  an'  say  niggers  and  houn'- 
dawgs  weren't  no  good  for  the  sick.  An' 
Mis'  Jinny  she  turn  herse'f  roun'  an' 
lieht  into  dat  young  doctah  and  tol'  him 
if  any  blue-nose  No'thern  trash  lay  a 
han'  on  dat'dawg  or  tech  dat  ol'  nigger 
she'd  sure  skin  'em  alive!  An'  'bout  the 
las'  thing  she  says  to  me  is,  'Mose,  I  aint 
a-goin'  to  ax  you  to  be  good  to  dat  ol' 
dawg.  He  was  masta  Gahnet's  dawg.  I 
knows  dat's  enough.'  .  .  .  And  dat's  the 
same  dawg  dere.  Mis'  Effel,  dat  ol' 
Kaiser.  And  Lo'dy,  the  man  dat  talks 
'bout  shootin'  Kaiser  's  sure  got  to  shoot 
ol'  Mose  fust!     Yais,  indeedy!" 


Sunshine  in  Mariposa 

Continued  from  page  80. 


"She's    right   across   there 
hotel    steps,    Mrs.    Gillis!" 


Smith.  — 
:;leaning  the 
{He  rises). 

Macartney  and  Bill. — "Mrs.  Gillis!" 
(They  all  three  make  a  rush  to  drap  her 
aver  from  the  hotel). 

Jeff  {still  hunting). — "They  were  here 
else  there — or  no — here 


[Re-enter  Smith,  Macartney  and  Bill 
hauling  in  Mrs.  Gillis.] 

SMlTH.^'The  shares " 

Macartney. — "When  you  cleaned " 

Bill.— "The  Corona  Jewel " 

Jeff. — "Keep  calm."      ? 

Mrs.  Gillis — "Land  sakes!  What " 

Macartnitv  (dominating  everybody 
with  his  voice). — "Stop!  Stop!  Don't 
fluster  her — don't  shout  at  her — now,  Mrs. 
Gillis,  I  put  it  to  you  with  all  the  brevity 
and  clearness  of  which  I  am  capable. 
When  you  cleaned,  swept  up,  dusted,  and 
otherwise,  adjusted,  tidied — any  word  you 
like — this  room — premises,  shop — call  it 
what  you  will — did  you  or  did  you  not  see 
any  interim  option  share  certificates! 
Good    God!      Can    language   be    plainer? 


— of  the  Corona  Jewel  Mining  Co.,  In- 
corporated  " 

Mrs.  Gillis   {her  mouth  falling  open). 

— "Oh,  Coroney  Jewel " 

AlIi.— "Yes!     Yes!     Corona  Jewel." 
Mrs.  Gillis. —  "Why  sure  enough  — 

when  I  came  in  here  to  dust  what  should 

I  see  but  a  whole  packet  of  them  there 

lying  on  the  floor." 

All — "Yes,  yes,  and  what  did " 

Mrs.  Gillis.  —  "Why,  I  thought  Mr. 
Thqrpe  will  want  them  put  away  some- 
where and  so " 

.\LL. — "Yes,  yes." 

Mrs.  Gillis.— "Why,  I  packed  them  all 
away  in  there"  {points  to  the  Hot  and 
Cold  Baths). 

[The  men  make  a  rush  for  the  place, 
bursting  open  the  door.^ 

Macartney. — "Here  they  are,  Thorpe. 
Here  they  are,  my  dear  Thorpe.  Ten, 
fifty " 

[Re-enter  PUPKIN.] 

Pupkin. — "For  heaven's  sake,  in  five 
minutes,  it'll  be  too  late  and  Mr.  MuUins 


Economyl 

Cleanlinesf 

SatisfactibfT 

use  fl 

/SMisde// 

colored  pencils 

BlaUdell  151  Blue  pencil  leads  the  world  iu 
quality  and  outsells  all  other  blue  pencllsi  com- 
Ijiued.  Smooth-writing,  long-wearing,  easily 
sharpened,  no  waste  In  sharpening.  .lustly 
popular  because  of  Its  superior  guallt)'.  Also 
made  In  thirteen  other  colors — red.  violet,  light 
green,  green,  light  blue,  medium  blue,  black, 
yellow,  brown,  white,  orange,  pink  and  purple. 
Blalsdeli  pencils  solve  the  pencil  problems  of 
everyone  using  pencils.  The  leads  are  unl 
formly  grltless,  smooth-writing  and  longwear- 
Ing.  Blalsdeli  pencils  render  superior  service 
and  save  money  for  the  world's  largest  business 
houses — why  not  t/ouf 

MERCHANTS  find  Blaisdella  mperior  '  for 
checking,  for  writing  prices  on  wood,  metal 
glafis.  cliina  and  French  ivory,  for  eoloriity 
show-cards  and  writing  signs  on  show-cases  aii'i 
windows, 

MANUFACTURERS  prefer  Blaisdells  f  o  i 
countless  uses  in  factory  and  office,  including 
checking,  laying  otrt  work  on  wood,  glaas.  meta! 
or  any  smooth  surface,  writing  and  coluiin;; 
■igns  or  shop  bulletins,   etc 

OFFICE  WORKERS  specify  Blaisdells  for 
their  pencil  rcQuirements  because  Blaistlell  coi 
ored  pencils  can  be  shan^ened  instantly  without 
fu«  or  muss,  do  not  break  in  sharpening,  ami 
they    write    clearly    and    wear    slowly. 

Blaisdell  Colored  Pencils 

are  on  sale  wherever  pencils  are  sold.  Lie  sure 
that  the  name  "itluisdell"  appears  on  the  pencil 
and  do  not  accept  imitatluiis.  Blalsdeli  pcucili 
are  the  standard. 

Order  to-day  from  your  dealer  or  write  us 
and   tee   will  see   that   you   are  supplied. 


82 


M  A  C  J,  E  A  N  '  S     MAGAZINE 


Genuine    Diamonds 
CASH   OR  CREDIT 

TERMS-20X  Down 
and  $l-$2-$3  Weekly 
We  trust  any  honeit  penen. 
Writ*  for  fwtalofue  to-dftr. 
T  L  D  Diamond 
Jacobs  Dros.,  Importen 
Ocpl.  A.  1 5  Toronto  Arcade 
Toronto.  Ontario 


"~>nil  pleaaa  don't  forcat  t«   mark  all    mr 
linen  with 

CASH'S  WOVEN 
NAMES 

THE  IDEAL  METHOD 
OF  MARKING  LINEN 

Also    woolen   and    knitted 
garments  which  cannot  be 
marked  with  marking  ink. 
SOLD  BY  ALL  LEADING   DRY 
GOODS  AND  MEN'S  FURNISH- 
ING STORES 
Price    for    any   name    n 
exceedins  22  lettera : 
24dox..  $4.00 

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6  doz.,  $1.50 
3  doz.,  $1.00 
Style  sheets  mar  be  ob- 
tained from 

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24  Wellington  Street  We.1, 
Toronto,  or  30 1  St.  Ji 
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Moose  Heads 

of  exceptional  size  were  secured  in 
the  Province  of  Quebec 

in  September  and  October,  1&16,  several 
ot  them  with  antlers  having  a  spread 
of  five  to  six  feet. 

The  Bull  Moose  whlcli  attacked  Colonel 
Theodore  Roosevelt  wag  killed  by  him 
within  fifty  miles  of  the  City  of  Quebec. 
Mrs.  H.  G.  Campbell,  of  New  York,  has 
a  record  of  a  black  bear  and  a  large 
bull  moose  at  I/ake  Kisklslnk. 
The  big  bull  moose  of  ex-Mayor  Carter 
Harrison,  of  Chicago,  was  killed  In 
Northern  Quebec. 

Caribou  and  Deer 

are  abundant  In  parts  of  Quebec  Pro- 
vlme,  as  well  as   moose  and   bear. 

THE  BEST  TROUT  FISHING 

in  the  world  is  in  the  Province  of  Que- 
bec, and  so  are  the  best  Guides  both 
for  fishing  and  hunting.  Read  Henry 
van  Dyke's  description  of  some  of  them 
in   "T,lttle  Rivers." 


Would    you  iike   to   own 

A  Summer  Camp 

for  your  family,  by  a  forest-ciad  stream 
or  mountain-surrounded  lake? 
You  can  build  one  of  your  own,  by  leas- 
ing a  fishing  and  hunting  territory 
from  the  Government  of  the  Province, 
whether  a  resident  of  it  or  not,  or  by 
Joining  one  of  the  many  fish  and  game 
clubs. 

Write  for  all  particulars  concerning 
fishing  and  bunting  rights,  flsb  and 
game  laws,  guides,  etc.,  to 

Hon.  Honore  Mercier, 

Minister  of  Colonization^ 
Mine*  and  Fiakeries 

Quebec,  Que. 


says  you  must  bring  the  money,  in  cash,  to 
take  up  the  option.  Twenty-five  cents  a 
share — a  hundred  and  twenty-five  dol- 
lars." 

Jeff. — "A  hundred  and  twenty-five  dol- 
lars?" 

PuPKiN.— "Yes,  don't  you  see?  It  has 
to  be  cash,  paid  before  two  o'clock,  to  hold 
the  option.    Don't  you  see?" 

Jeff. — "A  hundred  and  twenty-five  dol- 
lars— why,  Peter  (in  blank  despair)  I 
haven't   got   it!" 

Sly'de  (who  has  been  all  this  time  a 
spectator)  .—"Why,  Mr.  Thorpe,  here's 
where  perhaps  I  can  be  of  some  help. 
(Taking  out  money.)  I'll  go  in  with  you 
in  this.  I'll  pay  the  hundred  and  twenty- 
five  and  take  half  and  half  on  all  that — " 

Smith.— "You  will  like  hell!  Them 
shares  is  Jeff's.  (He  strides  to  the  door 
and  calls  across  the  street.)  Billy,  take 
the  money  in  the  bar,  all  the  money — give 
it  to  Andy  to  bring  over  here.  Yes,  all 
right,  put  it  in  that!  Hurry,  Jeff.  A 
hundred  and  twenty-five " 

[Enter  Andy  with  an  old  satchel. 
Smith  grabs  it  and  dwmps  out  a 
mass  of  7noney — coppers,  silver,  bills 
— on  the  table.] 

Smith.— "There!  That's  what  my  bar 
can  do.  Here,  Pete,  ten,  twenty,  fifty — 
that's  right.  You  take  it,  Pete.  Come  on 
boys  to  the  bank.     Hurry — scoot!" 

[E.vit  PuPKiN  with  the  money  accom^ 
panied  by  Smith,  Macartney  and 
Bill — in  a  flock.  Slyde  follows  them 
out.] 

Jeff  (his  back  to  the  wall,  all  excited 
and  yet  collected). — "Are  they  still  in 
time?    Look  from  the  window." 

Myra  (looking  sideways  from' the  win- 
dow) . — "Yes,  yes,  I  think  so.  I  can't  see 
well.  There's  such  a  crowd  in  front  of 
the  bank.  Yes,  yes,  they've  gone  in  (turns 
and  comes  swiftly  to  him).  Father,  you're 
ill!" 

Jeff. — "No,  no,  only  faint.  It's  nothing 
— it's  sudden — it's  been  so  long — never 
thought  it  would  come — her  wish.  Look, 
look  again.  I  daren't  look.  Are  they  in 
time?" 

Myra  (clapping  her  hands).  —  "Yes, 
yes.  Oh,  father,  there's  Peter — he's  come 
out  of  the  bank.  He's  waving  his  hands 
and  shouting.  It's  all  right.  It's  all  right. 
There's  Mr.  Smith.  He's  telling  the  band 
to  play.    Oh,  father!" 

Jeff. — "It  has  come.  I'm  rich — rich — 
rich.    Martha!     Martha!" 

[The  band  plays  "O,  Canada"  as  cur- 
tain goes  down.] 


ACT  TWO.  • 

Two  Months  Later. 

C  CENE :  Thorpe's  Mining  and  Land  Ex- 
^  change,  Mariposa,  formerly  Thorpe's 
Barber  Shop. 

The  place  is  transformed.  The  Hot  and 
Cold  Baths  are  gone.  There  is  a  glazed 
side  door  (leading  evidently  to  an  inner 
room)  with  the  words  "Mr.  Thorpe,  Pri- 
vate." Round  the  walls  are  big  placards, 
stock  sheets,  bond  advertisements,  etc. — - 
especially  one  of  Cuban  Land  Company ; 
big  pictures  of  Harbor  of  Havana,  etc., 
etc.  In  one  corner  is  a  clumsy  old-fash- 
ioned safe  with  big  combination  wheel 
lock.  There  is  one  barber's  chair  in  a 
corner,  but  no  sign  of  mugs,  razors  or 
appliances.  The  curtain  rises  on  MyRA 
seated  at  a  typewriter  table,  operating  a 
machine.       MRS.   GiLLis  is  cleaning   the 


windows  outside;  one  gets  an  occasional 
glimpse  of  her  through  the  window  and 
hears  the  swish  as  she  swabs  the  water 
against  the  panes.  She  is  only  in  sight 
now  and  again. 

[Enter  Jeff.  Very  neat  and  spruce, 
Panama  hat,  sportive-looking  green 
suit,  arm  full  of  letters  and  mail.] 

Myra.— "Oh,  father,  what  a  lot  of  let- 
ters!" 

Jeff. — "A  good  many,  a  good  many — 
naturally — can't  run  a  business  the  size 
of  mine  without  getting  a  lot  (dumps  the 
letters  on  a  table  then  starts  picking  them 
up  one  by  one  lookiv"  at  the  addresses  and 
reading  them).  'J.  Thorpe,  Esq.,' 
'Thorpe's  Mining  and  Land  Exchange,' 
'The  Thorpe  Land  Agency,'  'Jefferson 
Thorpe,  Law  and  Mining  Agent.' "  (He 
reads  them  in  a  self-important  voice.) 
"  'Jeff  Thorpe,  Barber.  Mariposa' — hump! 
Ignorant  ass!  How  do  you  like  my  new 
hat,  Myra?"  (he  goes  and  looks  in  the 
glass). 

Myra. — "Awfully  nice,  father." 

Jeff. — "A  hundred  dollars." 

Myra.— "Oh,  father!  I  didn't  think 
there  was  a  hat  in  Mariposa  that  cost  that 
much." 

jEFF.^-"There  wasn't — special  price — 
just  for  one.  They  sent  to  Panama  for  it. 
Feel  how  light  it  is,  eh?" 

Myra. — "It  seems  awfully  expensive, 
father." 

Jeff. — "Not  at  all — not  for  a  man  in 
my  position.  Only  yesterday  Mr.  Slyde 
said  to  me,  'Mr.  Thorpe,  you  ought  to 
wear  a  hundred-dollar  hat.  People  ex- 
pect it.'  Do  you  know  what  Mr.  Morgan's 
hat  in  New  York  costs,  Myra?" 

Myra.— "No,  father." 

Jeff. — "A  thousand  dollars.  Slyde  said 
so  himself.  And,  anyway,  now  that  I'm 
to  be  a  director  of  the  Land  Company 
(Mr.  Slyde  and  Mr.  Harstone  both  insist 
I'm  to  be  on  the  Board)  I'll  have  to  dress 
up  to  it.    Slyde  says  so  every  day." 

Myra  (a  little  iveary).  —  "Father,  I 
wish  you  didn't  always  quote  Mr.  Slyde 
so  much.     I  don't  like  him." 

Jeff.  —  "Nonsense,  Myra.  You  took 
against  Slyde  because  what  he  did  a  few 
months  ago.  You  were  quite  wrong,  all 
wrong  about  it.  Ask  Peter.  Slyde  is  a 
big-hearted  man — big-hearted.  What  he 
was  trying  to  do  that  day — he's  told  me 
90 — was  to  save  me  pain,  to  save  my  feel- 
ings. He  meant  to  buy  in  the  shares 
and  then  hand  them  over  to  me  (breaking 
off) .    Where's  Andy?" 

MYRA.^"He  went  up  to  the  painters 
about  the  new  sign  to  go  over  the  door. 
He's  not  back  yet." 

Jeff. — "Oh,  no,  Myra.  Slyde  is  a  big 
man.  And  so's  his  partner,  Mr.  Har- 
stone. I  owe  them  a  lot.  Without  them 
I'd  never  have  got  into  the  Cuban  Land 
Company.  I'd  still  have  been  bothering 
away  with  Cobalt  Silver  mines  and  small 
things  like  that.  But  as  Mr.  Harstone 
says,  'you  may  make  a  quarter  million 
in  Cobalt— But  what  of  it?  That's  all 
you'll  make.  Come  in  with  us  and  youHl 
roll  over  a  million  in  the  next  six  months.' 
Roll  it  over.  That's  what  he  said.  Did 
I  show  you  the  telegram  froin  General 
Perrico?" 

Myka.— "No,  father.     Who  is  he?" 

Jeff. — "The  head  of  the  company  in 
New  York.  This  is  what  he  says.  "Will- 
ing to  place  Mr.  Thorpe  on  board  of  direc- 
tors of  company  on  receipt  of  fifty  thou- 
sand dollars,  unless  Rockefeller  or  Mor- 
gan   objects.'  " 

To  be  continued. 


.M  A  C  ,L  1-:  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


The  Gun  Brand 

Co7itmued  from  page  25. 

id   she   faced   him   in   a   sudden   burst 

passion.     Her  sensitive  lips  quivered 

d    her   eyes    narrowed    to    the    rapier- 

ide  eyes,  that  were  the  eyes  of  Tiger 

li.'^ton.     She  tore  the  roll  of  blue-prints 

bits  and  ground  them  into  the  mould 

th  the  heel  of  her  boot. 

"It  ivill  not!"     Her  voice  cut  sharply, 

d  hard.     "What  do  you  know  of  what 

e  north  will  be?     You  know  it  only  as 

has  been — as  it  is,  perhaps.     But,  of. 

future  you  know  nothing.     I  tell  you 

■  north  will  change!     It  is  a  hard  land 

uel — elemental — raw!     But  it  is  bif/! 

nd,  when  it  awakens,  its  very  bigness, 

le  virile  force  and  strength  of  it,  will 

'rn  against  its  savagery,  its  cruelty,  its 

itishness;  and  above  all  other  lands  it 

,ii  stand  for  the  protection  of  the  weak 

d  for  the  right  of  things  to  live!" 

The  quarter-breed  gazed  into  her  face 

th   a   look  of  undisguised   admiration. 

ih,    Miss    Elliston,   you    are   beautiful, 

w — beautiful  always — but,  at  this  mo- 

nt — radiant — divine — ."    Chloe  seemed 

t  to  hear  him. 

'And  that  is  to  be  my  work — to  awak- 
the  north!     To  bring  to  its  people  the 
mforts — the     advantages     of     civiliza- 
m!" 

"The  north  is  too  big  for  you,  Miss 
listen.  It  is  too  big  for  men.  Pardon, 
t  it  is  not  a  woman's  land." 
The  girl's  eyes  flashed.  "Suppose  we 
ive  sex  out  of  it,  Mr.  Lapierre.  They 
id  of  my  grandfather  that  'the  harder 
ey  fought  him,  the  better  he  liked  'em,' 
d  that  'he  never  knew  when  he  was 
:ked.'  Maybe  that  is  the  reason  he 
ver  was  licked,  but  lived  to  carry  civil- 
ition  into  a  land  that  was  a  thousand 
ars  deeper  in  savagery  than  this  land 
And  to-day  civilization— education — 
iristianity  exist  where  seventy-five 
ars  ago  the  chance  visitor  was  tor- 
red  firsrt  and  eaten  afterward." 
Lapierre  shrugged.  "It  is  useless  to 
•gue.  I  am  in  sympathy  with  your  un- 
rtaking.  I  admire  your  courage,  and 
e  high  ideals  of  your  mission.  But 
:rmit  me  to  remind  you  that  your  grand- 
ther,  whoever  he  was,  was  not  a  woman. 
Iso,  that  here,  in  the  north,  Christianity 
id  education  have  failed  to  civilize — 
e  educated  ones  and  the  converts  are 
orse  than  the  others." 

pHE  girl's  eyes  darkened  and  the  man 
*•  noticed  the  peculiar  outburst  of  the 
hin.    He  hastened  to  change  the  subject. 

"I  am  glad  you  have  abandoned  those 
ans.  They  were  useless.  May  I  now 
•oeeed  with  the  building?" 

Chloe  smiled.  "Yes,"  she  answered, 
jy   all   means.     But,   as   this   is   to   be 

y  undertaking,  I  think  I  shall  have  it 

y  way.  Build  the  store  first,  if  you 
lease — " 

"And  the  stockade?" 

"There  will  be  no  stockade." 

"No  stockade!  Are  you  crazy?  If 
[acNair — " 

"I  will  attend  to  MacNair,  Mr.  La- 
ierre." 

"Do  you  imagine  MacNair  v/ill  stand 
uietly  by  and  allow  you  to  build  a  trad- 
ig-post  here  on  the  Yellow  Knife?  Do 
:)u  think  he  will  li.^ten  to  our  explanation 
lat  this  is  a  school  and  that  the  store  is 
lerely  a  plaything?     I  tell  you  he  will 


Ornamental  Portion  of  the  Group,  facing  the  Skatine  Laltelet. 

Sir  John  Eaton's  Glass  Gardens 


BY  far,  the  most  pretentious  group  of  glass 
enclosed  gardens,  which  we  have  erected 
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countenance  neither  the  school  nor  the 
post.  Education  for  the  natives  is  the 
last  thing  MacNair  will  stand  for." 

"As  I  told  you,  I  will  attend  to  Mac- 
Nair. My  people  will  not  be  armed.  The 
stockade  would  be  silly." 

Lapierre  smiled;  drew  closer,  and 
dropped  his  voice  to  a  confidential  whis- 
per. "I  can  put  one  hundred  rifles  and 
ten  thousand  cartridges  in  the  hands  of 
your  people  in  ten  days'  time." 

"Thanlc  you,  Mr.  Lapierre.  I  don't 
need  your  guns." 

The  man  made  a  gesture  of  impatience. 
"If  you  choose  to  ignore  M«cNair,  you 
must,  at  least,  be  prepared  to  handle  the 
Indians  who  will  crowd  your  counter  like 
wolves  when  they  hear  you  «re  under- 
selling the  H.  B.  C.  When  you  explain 
that  only  those  who  are  mentbers  of  your 
school  may  trade  at  your  post,  you  will 
be  swamped  with  enrolments.  You  can- 
not teach  the  whole  north. 

"Those  that  you  will  be  forced  to  turia 
away — what  will  they  do?  They  will  not 
understand.  Instead  of  returning  to  their 
teepee.s,  their  nets,  and  their  traplines, 
they  will  hang  about  your  post,  growing 
gaunter  and  hungrier  with  the  passing 
of  the  days.  And  the  hunger  that  gnaws 
at  their  bellies  will  arouse  the  latent  law- 
lessness of  their  hearts  and  then — if  Mac- 
Nair has-'  not  already  struck,  he  will 
strike  then.  For  MacNair  knows  Indians 
and  the  workings  of  the  Indian  mind.  He 
knows  how  the  sullen  hatred  of  their 
souls  may  be  fanned  into  a  mighty  flame. 
His  Indians  will  circulate  among  the  hun- 
gry horde,  and  the  banks  of  the  Yellow 
Knife  will  be  swept  bare.  MacNair  will 
have  struck.  And  with  such  consummate 
skill  will  his  hand  be  disguised,  that  not 
the  faintest,  breath  of  suspicion  will  point 
toward  himself.'.' 

"I  shall  sell  to  all  alike,  while  my 
goods  last,  whether  they  are  members  of 
my  school  or  not — " 

"That  will  be  even  worse  than — " 
"It    seems    you    always   think    of    the 
worst  thing  that  could  possibly  happen," 
smiled  the  girl. 

"  'To  fear  the  worst,  oft  cures  the 
worst,'  "  quoted  Lapierre. 

"  'Don't  cross  a  bridge  till  you  get  to 
it'  is  not  so  classic,  perhaps,  but  it  saves 
a  lot  of  needless  worry." 

"  'Foresight   is   better   than    hindsight' 

is  equally  unclassic,  and  infinitely  better 

generalship.     Bridges  crossed  at  the  last 

j  moment  are  generally  crossed  from   the 

!  wrong  end,   I   have  noticed."     The   man 

leaned    toward    her    and    looked    straight 

into  her  eyes.     "Oh,  Miss  Elliston — can't 

I  you  see — I  am  thinking  of  your  welfare — 

!  of  your  safety,  I  have  known  you  but  a 

;  short  time,  as  acquaintance  is  reckoned. 

but  already  you  have  become  more  to  me 

than—" 

Chloe  interrupted  him  with  a  gesture. 
"Don't— please— I—" 
Lapierre  ignored  the  protest,  and,  seiz- 
ing her  hand  in  both  his  own,  spoke 
rapidly.  "I  will  say  it!  I  have  knows 
it  from  the  moment  of  our  first  meeting. 
I  love  you!  And  I  shall  ivin  you — and 
together  we  will — " 

"Oh,  don't — don't — not — now — please !" 
The  man  bowed  and  released  the  hand. 
"I  can  wait,"  he  said  gravely.  "But 
please — for  your  own  good — take  my  ad- 
vice. I  know  the  north.  I  was  born  ia 
the  north,  and  am  of  the  north.  I  have 
sought  only  to  help  you.  Why  do  you 
refuse  to  profit  by  my  experience?  Must 
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what  I  offer  freely  to  tell  you?  I  shud- 
der to  think  of  it.  The  knowledge  gleaned 
by  experience  may  be  the  most  lasting, 
but  it  is  dearly  purchased,  and  at  a  great 
loss — always."  The  man's  voice  was  very 
earnest,  and  Chloe  detected  a  note  of  mild 
reproach.     She  hastened  to  reply. 

"I  have  profited  by  your  advice — have 
learned  much  from  what  you  have  told 
me.  I  am  under  obligation  to  you.  I  ap- 
preciate your  interest  in — in  my  work, 
and  am  indeed  grateful  for  what  you 
have  done  to  further  it.  But  there  are 
some  things,  I  suppose,  one  'must  learn 
by  experience.  I  may  be  silly  and  head- 
strong. I  may  be  w;rong.  But  I  stand 
ready  to  pay  the  price.  The  loss  will  be 
mine.  See!"  she  cried  excitedly,  "they 
are  rolling  up  the  logs  for  the  store." 

"Yes,"  answered  the  man  gravely,  "I 
bow  to  your  wishes  in  the  matter  of  your 
buildings.  If  you  refuse  to  build  a  stock- 
ade we  may  erect  a  few  more  buildings — 
but  as  few  as  you  can  possibly  manage 
with.  Miss  Elliston.  I  must  hasten  south- 
ward." 

Chloe  studied  for  some  moments.  "The 
store" — she  checked  them  off  upon  her 
fingers — "the  school-house,  two  bunk- 
houses,  we  can  leave  off  the  bathrooms, 
the  river  and  the  lake  will  serve  until 
winter." 

T  APIERRE  nodded,  and  the  girl  con- 
"  tinued.  "We  can  do  without  the 
laundry  and  the  carpenter-shop,  and  the 
individual  cabins.  The  Indians  can  set 
up  their  teepees  in  the  clearing,  and  build 
the  cabins  and  the  other  buildings  later. 
But  I  xvould  like  a  little  cottage  for  my- 
self, and  Miss  Penny,  and  Lena.  We  could 
make  three  rooms  do.  Can  we  have  three 
rooms?" 

Lapierre  bowed  low.  "It  shall  be  as 
you  say,"  he  replied.  "And  now,  if  you 
will  excuse  me,  I  shall  see  to  it  that  these 
canaille  work.  LeFroy  they  do  not  fear." 
He  turned  to  go,  and  at  that  moment 
Chloe  Elliston  saw  a  -look  of  terror  flash 
into  his  eyes.  Saw  his  fingers  clutch  and 
grope  uncertainly  at  the  gay  scarf  at  his 
throat.  Saw  the  muscles  of  his  face  work 
painfully.  Saw  his  color  fade  from  rich 
tan  to  sickly  yellow.  An  inarticulate, 
gurgling  sound  escaped  his  lips,  and  his 
eyes  stared  in  horror  toward  a  point  be- 
yond and  behind  her. 

She  turned  swiftly  and  gazed  into  the 
face  of  a  man  who  had  approached  un- 
noticed from  the  direction  of  the  river, 
and  stood  a  few  paces  distant  with  his 
eyes  fixed  upon  her.  As  their  glances 
met  the  man's  gaze  continued  unflinching, 
and  the  soft-brimmed  Stetson  remained 
on  his  head.  Her  slender  fingers  clenched 
into  her  palms  and,  unconsciously,  her 
chin  thrust  forward — for  she  knew  in- 
tuitively that  the  man  was  "Brute"  Mac- 
Nair. 

CHAPTER  VI. 

BRUTE  MACNAIR. 

PSTIMATES  are  formed,  in  a  far 
L-'  greater  measure  than  most  of  us 
care  to  admit,  upon  first  impressions. 
Manifestly  shallow  and  embryonic  though 
we  admit  them  to  be,  our  first  impres- 
sions crystalize,  in  nine  cases  out  of  ten, 
into  our  fixed  or  permanent  opinions. 
And,  after  all,  the  reason  for  this  absurd- 
ity is  simple — egotism. 

Our  opinions,  based  upon  first  impres- 
sion.s — and  we  rarely  pause  to  analyze 
first  impressions — have  become  our  opin- 


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ions,  the  result,  as  we  fondly  imagine,  of 
our  judgment.  Our  judgment  must  be 
right — because  it  is  our  judgment.  There- 
fore, unconsciously  or  consciously,  every 
subsequent  impression  is  bent  to  bolster 
up  and  sustain  that  judgment.  We  hate 
to  be  wrong.  We  hate  to  admit,  even  to 
ourselves,  that  we  are  wrong. 

Strange,  isn't  it?  How  often  we  are 
right  (permit  the  smile)  in  our  estimate 
of  people? 

When  Chloe  Elliston  turned  to  face 
MacNair  among  the  stumps  of  the  sun- 
lit clearing,  her  opinion  of  the  man  had 
already  been  formed.  He  was  Brute 
MacNair,  one  to  be  hated,  despised.  To 
be  fought,  conquered,  and  driven  out  of 
the  north — for  the  good  of  the  north. 
His  influence  was  a  malignant  ulcer — a 
cancerous  plague-spot,  whose  evil  tenta- 
cles, reaching 'hidden  and  unseen,  would 
slowly  but  surely  fasten  themselves  upon 
the  civilization  of  the  north — sap  its  vital- 
ity— poison  its  blood. 

T  N  the  flash  of  her  first  glance  the  girl's 
■*■  eyes  took  in  every  particular  and  de- 
tail of  him.  She  noted  the  huge  frame, 
broad,  yet  lean  with  the  gaunt  leanness 
of  health,  and  endurance,  and  physical 
strength.  The  sinew-corded,  bronzed 
hands  that  clenched  slowly  as  his  glance 
rested  for  a  moment  upon  the  face  of 
Lapierre.  The  weather-tanned  neck  that 
rose,  columnlike,  from  the  open  shirt- 
throat.  The  well-poised  head.  The  prom- 
inent, high-bridged  nose.  The  lantern 
jaw,  whose  rugged  outline  was  but  half- 
concealed  by  the  roughly  trimmed  beard 
of  inky  blackness.  And,  the  most  domi- 
nant feature  of  all,  the  compelling  mag- 
netism of  the  steel-gray  eyes  of  him — 
eyes,  deep-set  beneath  heavy  black  brows 
that  curved  and  met — eyes  that  stabbed, 
and  bored,  and  probed,  as  if  to  penetrate 
to  the  ultimate  motive.  Hard  eyes  they 
were,  whose  directness  of  gaze  spoke  at 
once  fearlessness  and  intolerance  of  op- 
position ;  spoke,  also,  of  combat,  rather 
than  diplomacy;  of  the  honest  smashing 
of  foes,  rather  than  dissimulation. 

All  this  the  girl  saw  in  the  first  mo- 
ments of  their  meeting.  She  saw,  too, 
that  the  eyes  held  a  hostile  gleam,  and 
that  she  need  expect  from  their  owner  no 
sympathy — no  deference  of  sex.  If  war 
were  to  be  between  them,  it  would  be  a 
man's  war,  waged  upon  man's  terms,  in 
a  man's  country.  No  quarter  would  be 
given — Chloe's  lips  pressed  tight — nor 
would  any  be  asked. 

The  moments  lengthened  into  an  ap- 
preciable space  of  time  and  the  man  re- 
mained motionless,  regarding  her  with 
that  probing,  searching  stare.  Lapierre 
he  ignored  after  the  first  swift  glance. 
Instinctively  the  girl  knew  that  the  man 
had  no  intention  of  being  deliberately  or 
studiously  rude  in  standing  thus  in  her 
presence  with  head  covered,  and  eyeing 
her  with  those  steel-gray,  steel-hard  eyes. 
Nevertheless,  his  attitude  angered  her, 
the  more  because  she  knew  he  did  not  in- 
tend to.  And  in  this  she  was  right — 
MacNair  stared  because  he  was  silently 
taking  her  measure,  and  his  hat  remained 
upon  his  head  because  he  knew  of  no  rea- 
son why  it  should  not  remain  upon  his 
head. 

r^'HLOE  was  the  first  to  speak,  and  in 
her  voice  was  more  than  a  trace  of 
annoyance. 

"Well,  Mr.  Mind-Reader,  have  you 
figured  me  out— why  I  am  here,  and—" 


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"NQi"  The  word  boomed  deeply  from 
the  man's  throat,  smashing  the  question 
that  was  intended  to  carry  the  sting  of 
sarcasm.  "Except  that  it  is  for  no  good 
— though  you  doubtless  think  it  is  for 
great  good." 

"Indeed!"  The  girl  laughed  a  trifle 
sharply.     "And  who,  then,  is  the  judge?" 

"I  am."  The  calm  assurance  of  the 
man  fanned  her  rising  anger,  and  when 
she  answered,  her  voice  was  low  and 
steady,  with  the  tonelessness  of  forced 
control. 

"And  your  name,  you  Oligarch  of  the 
Far  Outland?  May  I  presume  to  ask 
your  name?" 

"Why  ask?  My  name  you  already 
know.  And,  upon  the  word  of  yon  scum, 
you  have  judged.  By  the  glint  o'  hate, 
as  you  looked  into  my  eyes,  I  know — for 
one  does  not  so  welcome  a  stranger  be- 
yond the  outposts.  But,  since  you  have 
asked,  I  will  tell  you ;  my  name  is  Mac- 
Nair — Robert  MacNair,  by  my  christen- 
ing— Bob  MacNair,  in  the  speech  of  the 
country — " 

"And,  Brute  MacNair,  upon  the  Ath- 
abasca?" 

"Yes.  Brute  MacNair — upon  the  Ath- 
abasca— and  the  Slave,  and  Mackenzie — 
and  in  the  haunts  of  the  whisky-runners, 
and  'Fool'  MacNair — in  Winnipeg." 

"And  among  the  oppressed  and  the 
down-trodden?  Among  those  whose  heri- 
tage of  freedom  you  have  torn  from 
them?  What  do  they  call  you — those 
whom  you  have  forced  into  serfdom?" 
For  a  fleeting  instant  the  girl  caught  the 
faintest  flicker,  a  tiny  twinkle  of  amuse- 
ment, in  the  steely  eyes.  But,  when  the 
man  answered,  his  eyes  were  steady. 

"They  call  me  friend." 

"Is  their  ignorance  so  abysmal?" 

"They  have  scant  time  to  learn  from 
books — my  Indians.    They  work." 

"But,  a  year  from  now,  when  they  have 
begun  to  learn,  what  will  they  call  you 
then — your  Indians?" 

"A  year  from  now — two  years — ten 
years — my  Indians  will  call  me — friend." 

/^HLOE  was  about  to  speak,  but  Mac- 
^  Nair  interrupted  her.  "I  have  scan) 
time  for  parley.  I  was  starting  for  Mac- 
kay  Lake,  but  when  Old  Elk  reported  two 
of  yon  scum's  satellites  hanging  about,  1 
dropped  down  the  river.  By  your  words 
it's  a  school  you  will  be  building.  If  it 
were  a  post  I  would  have  to  take 
more  seriously — " 

"There  will  be  a—"  Chloe  felt  the 
warning  touch  of  Lapierre's  fingers  at  her 
back  and  ceased  abruptly.  MacNair  con- 
tinued, as  if  unmindful  of  the  interrup- 
tion. 

"Build  your  school,  by  all  means. 
'Tis  a  spot  well  chosen  by  yon  devil's 
spawn,  and  for  his  own  ends.  By  your 
eyes  you  are  honest  in  purpose — a  fool's 
purpose — and  a  hare-brained  carrying  out 
of  it.  _  You  are  being  used  as  a  tool  by 
Lapierre.  You  will  not  believe  this — not 
yet.  Later — perhaps,  when  it  is  too  late 
— but,  that  is  your  affair — not  mine.  At 
the  proper  time  I  wjll  crush  Lapierre 
and,  if  you  go  down  in  the  crash,  you  will 
have  yourself  to  thank.  I  have  warned 
you.  Yon  snake  has  poisoned  your  mind 
against  me.  In  your  eyes  I  am  fore- 
damned  • —  and  well  damned  —  which 
causes  me  no  concern,  and  you,  no  doubt, 
much  satisfaction. 

"Build  your  school,  but  heed  well  my 
words.  You'll  not  tamper,  one  way  or 
another,  with  my  Indians.     One  hundred 


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AN  all  too  prevalent 
^  condition  with  many 
ef  us.  Know  the  reason. 
You  are  lacking  that  qual- 
ity called  "reserve  power." 
Your  body  is  unable  to 
resist  the  sudden  changes 
jn  weather.  You  probably 
feel  "run  down" — "not  up 
to  the  mark" — then  comes 
a  raw  damp  chilly  day  and 
you  have  another  cold. 
Healthy  people  don't 
catch  cold.  Their  reserve 
power  is  sufficient  to  re- 
sist the  inclemencies  of 
our  peculiar  climatic  con- 
tions. 

What  you  must  do  is  to 
replenish  the  waste  which 
is  constantly  going  on  in 
the  human  economy.  Build 
up  your  "reserve  power." 

Sanagen  does  just  this. 
That  is  why  it  is  so  strong- 
ly recommended  by  physicians 
throufjhout  the  l.^nd.  Sanagon 
•onsists  of  the  force  and  encr;;y 
producing"  protelds,  combined 
with  organic  phosphorus,  a 
•ecessary  element  of  the  brain 
and  nerve  tissue.  It  not  only 
supplies  the  very  elements  your 
Kxly  needs  but  it  also  assists 
y^iu  to  extract  all  the  nutriment 
from  the  food  you  eat. 

Commrncfi  io^ay  to  build 
lift  yoitr  **rese>~ve  ptnver." 
You  can  gri  Sanagfn  nt 
all  drug  stores. 


anti  seventy  miles  north  of  here,  upon 
Snare  Lake,  is  my  post.  My  Indians  pas.s 
up  and  down  the  Yellow  Knife.  They 
are  to  pass  unquestioned,  unmolested, 
unproselyted.  Confine  your  foolishness  to 
the  southward  and  I  shall  not  interfere 
— carry  it  northward,  and  you  shall  hear 
from  me. 

"Should  you  find  yourself  in  danger 
from  your  enemies — or,  your  friends" — 
he  shot  a  swift  glance  toward  Lapierre, 
who  had  remained  a  pace  behind  the  girl 
— "send  for  me.    Good  day." 

/^HLOE  Elliston  was  furious.  She  had 
^  listened  in  a  sort  of  dumb  rage  as  the 
man's  words  stung,  and  stung  again. 
MacNair's  uncouth  manner,  his  blunt 
brutality  of  speech,  his  scornful,  even 
contemptuous  refernce  to  her  work,  and 
most  of  all,  his  utter  disregard  of  her, 
struck  her  to  the  very  depths.  As  Mac- 
Nair  turned  to  go,  she  stayed  him  with  a 
voice  trembling  with  fury. 

"Do  you  imagine,  for  an  instant,  I 
would  stoop  to  seek  your  protection?  I 
would  die  firsrt!  You  have  had  things 
your  own  way  too  long,  Mr.  Brute  Mac- 
Nair!  You  think  yourself  secure,  in  your 
smug  egotism.  But  the  end  is  in  sight. 
Your  petty  despotism  is  doomed.  You 
have  hoodwinked  the  authorities,  bribed 
the  police,  connived  with  the  Hudson  Bay 
Company,  bullied  and  browbeaten  the 
Indians,  cheated  them  out  of  their  birth- 
right of  land  and  liberty,  and  have  forced 
them  into  a  peonage  that  has  filled  your 
pockets  with  gold." 

She  paused  in  her  vehement  outburst 
and  glared  defiantly  at  MacNair,  as  if  to 
challenge  a  denial.  But  the  man  re- 
mained silent,  and  Chloe  felt  her  face 
flush  as  the  shadow  of  a  twinkle  played 
for  a  fleeting  instant  in  the  depths  of  the 
hard  eyes.  She  fancied,  even,  that  the 
lips  behind  the  black  beard  smiled — ever 
so  slightly. 

"Oh,  you  needn't  laugh !  You  think 
because  I'm  a  woman  you  will  be  able  to 
do  as  you  please  with  me — " 

"I  did  not  laugh,"  answered  the  man 
gravely.  "Why  should  I  laugh?  You 
take  yourself  seriously.  Yoii  believe, 
even,  that  the  things  you  have  just 
spoken  are  true.  They  must  be  true. 
Has  not  Pierre  Lapierre  told  you  they 
are  true?  And,  why  should  the  fact  that 
you  are  a  woman  cause  me  to  believe  I 
could  influence  you?  If  an  issue  is  at 
stake,  as  you  believe,  what  has  sex  to  do 
with  it?  I  have  known  no  women,  ex- 
cept the  squaws  and.  the  kloochmen  of  the 
natives. 

"You  said,  'you  think,  because  I  am  a 
woman,  you  will  be  able  to  do  as  you 
please  with  me.'  Are  women,  then,  less 
honest  than  men?  I  do  not  believe  that. 
In  my  life  I  have  known  no  women,  but 
I  have  read  of  them  in  books.  I  have 
not  been  to  any  school,  but  was  taught 
by  my  father,  who,  I  think,  was  a  very 
wise  man.  I  learned  from  him,  and  from 
the  books,  of  which  he  left  a  great  num- 
ber. I  have  always  believed  women  to  be 
uncommonly  like  men — very  good,  or 
very  bad,  or  very  commonplace — because 
they  were  afraid  to  be  either.  But,  I 
have  not  read  that  they  are  less  honest 
than  men." 

"Thank  you!  Being  a  woman,  I  sup- 
pose I  should  consider  myself  flattered. 
A  year  from  this  time  you  will  know 
more  about  women — at  least,  about  me. 
You  will  have  learned  that  I  will  not  be 
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can  my  silence,  or  acquiescence  in  your 
villainy,  be  bought.  I  will  not  connive 
with  you.  And  you  cannot  browbeat, 
nor  bully  nor  cheat  me." 

"Yes?" 

"Yes.  And  of  one  thing  I  am  glad, 
I  shall  expect'  no  consideration  at  your 
hands  because  I  am  a  woman.  You  will 
fight  me  as  you  would  fight  a  man." 

"Fight  you?  Why  should  I  fight  you? 
I  have  no  quarrel  with  you.  If  you 
choose  to  build  a  school  here,  or  even  a 
trading  post,  I  have  no  disposition- — no 
right  to  gainsay  you.  You  will  soon  tire 
of  your  experiment,  and  no  harm  will  be 
done— the  north  will  be  unchanged.  You 
are  nothing  to  me.  I  care  nothing  for 
your  opinion  of  me — considering  its 
source,  I  am  surprised  it  is  not  even 
worse." 

"Impossible!     And  do  not  think  that 
I  have  not  had  corroboratove  evidence. 
Ocular    evidence    of    your    brutal    treat- 
ment of  Mr.  Lapierre — and  did  I  not  seei 
with  my  own  eyes  the  desrtruction  of  your  | 
whisky?" 

"What  nonsense  are  you  speaking 
now?  My  whisky!  Woman — never  yet 
have  I  owned  any  whisky." 

Chloe   sneered — "and  the  Indians — do  i 
they  not  hate  you?" 

"Yes,  those  Indians  do — and  well  they ; 
may.      Most   of   them   have   crossed    my : 
oath  at  some  time  or  other.     And  most 
of  them  will  cross  it  again — at  Lapierre's 
instigation.     Some  of  them  I  shall  havei 
to  kill." 

"You  speak  lightly  of  murder."  j 

"Murder?" 

"Yes,  murder!  The  murder  of  poor,! 
ignorant  savages.  It  is  an  ugly  word, 
isn't  it?  But  why  dissimulate?  At  least, 
we  can  call  a  spade  a  spade.  These  men  j 
are  human  beings.  Their  right  to  life  and  ; 
happiness  is  as  good  as  yours  or  mine,| 
and  their  souls  are  as — "  • 

"Black  as  hell!     Woman,  from  Lefroy; 
down,   you  have  collected   about  you  as ' 
pretty   a    gang   of   cut-throats    and    out- 
laws as  could  have  been  found  in  all  the ' 
north.     Lapierre  has  seen  to  that.     I  do 
not  envy  you  your  school.     But  as  long 
as  you  can  be  turned  to  their  profit  your 
personal  'safety  will   be  assured.     They 
are  too  cunning,  by  far,  to  kill  the  goose ' 
that  lays  the  golden  egg." 

"What  a  pretty  speech!  Your  polish 
— your  savoir-vivre,  does  you  credit,  I  am 
sure." 

"I  do  not  understand  what  you  are 
saying,  but — " 

"There  are  many  things  you  do  not 
understand  now  that  perhaps  you  will  ■ 
later.  For  instance,  in  the  matter  of  the 
Indians — your  Indians,  I  believe  you  call 
them — you  have  warned,  or  commanded, 
possibly,  would  be  the  better  word " 

"Yes,"  interrupted  the  man,  "that  is 
the  better  word — " 

"Have  commanded  me  not  to — what 
was  it  you  said — molest,  question,  or 
proselyte  them." 

MacNair  nodded.    "I  said  that." 

"  A  ND  I  say  this!"  flashed  the  girl. 
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A  Real  President 


"Doyle,"  said  the  President,  "I  am 
eontinually  having  my  attention  called  to 
expense  items  for  roof  repairs.  And  now 
here's  a  lawyer's  letter  about  the  firm 
next  door,  threatening  to  bring  suit 
against  us  for  damages  to  their  roof.  It 
is  claimed  that  tliis  damage  is  due  to  the 
condensation  from  our  steam  escape. 
Isn't  there  any  way  that  this  condition 
can  be  corrected?" 

"I'll  see,  Sir,"  said  Doyle,  "Out  of 
my  own  knowledge  I  don't  know,  but  I 
will  look  into  tlie  matter." 

So  Doyle  'phoned  White,  the  represen- 
tative in  his  territory  of  Darling  Broth- 
ers, Limited,  specialists  in  all  matters 
pertaining  to  steam. 

White  arrived  the  next  morning,  and 
he,  Doyle  and  the  President,  had  a  con- 
ference on  the  subject.  White  explained 
that  the  hot  condensation  of  the  steam, 
in  which  oil  was  frequently  present,  was 
the  cause  of  the  roof  damage,  and  that 
according  to  the  direction  and  strength 
of  the  wind,  the  localities  and  areas  of 
damage  to  the  roof  of  the  National  Piano 
Company  and  of  adjacent  structures  were 
explained.  "Put  on  a  Wright  Cyclone 
Exhaust  Head,"  said  White,  "and  your 
trouble  of  this  sort  will  end." 

"The  cost?"  challenged  the  President. 

"For  your  factory,  about  $150." 

"Go  ahead,"  said  the  President, 
"It's  cheap.  We've  paid  five  times  that 
eost,  one  way  and  another  in  the  last  five 
years.  And  Doyle,"  proceeded  the 
President,  "I  wish  you'd  go  over  this 
whole  plant,  and  see  where  we  can  reduce 
expenses,  and  prevent  losses  by  insurance 
devices.  Let  me  have  a  report  on  this 
just  as  soon  as  you  can." 

Doyle,  the  superintendent,  found  White 
a  good  friend  in  tljis  new  task,  and  was 
amazed  to  discover  how  many  things 
White  had  in  his  catalogue,  all  of  them 
real  money-savers. 

The  Wright  Cyclone  Exhaust  Head, 
supplied  by  Darling  Brothers,  Limited, 
Steam  Appliance  Experts,  Montreal,  is 
designed  for  those  factories  whose 
exhaust  steam  is  discharged  into  the 
atmosphere.  It  is  a  most  'efficient 
device,  well  constructed  and  very 
speedily  saves  its  own  cost,  in  preventing 
loss  from  roof  damage.  There  is  abso- 
lutely no  back  pressure  from  its  use, 
something  that  cannot  be  said  of  all 
exhaust  heads.  The  prices  range  from 
$20   to  $200,  according   to   size.— Advt. 


posts.  I  shall  show  them  that  they  are 
being  robbed,  and  cheated,  and  forced 
into  ignominious  serfdom.  And  mark 
you  this  :  if  I  can't  reach  them  upon  the 
river,  I  shall  go  to  your  village,  or  post, 
or  fort,  or  whatever  you  call  your  Snare 
Lake  rendezvous,  and  I  shall  point  out  to 
them  their  wrongs.  I  shall  appeal  to 
their  better  natures — to  their  manhood, 
and  womanhood.  That's  what  I  think 
of  your  command !  I  do  not  fear  you ! 
I  despise  you!" 

MacNair  nodded,  gravely. 

"I  have  already  learned  that  women 
are  as  honest  as  men — more  so,  even  than 
most  men.  You  are  honest,  and  you  are 
earnest.  You  believe  in  yourself,  too. 
But  you  are  more  of  a  fool  than  I  thought 
— more  of  a  fool  than  I  thought  any  one 
could  be.  Lapierre  is  a  great  fool — but 
he  is  neither  honest  nor  earnest.  He  is 
just  a  fool^a  wise  fool,  with  the  cunning 
and  vices  of  the  wolf,  but  with  none  of 
the  wolf's  lean  virtues.  You  are  an  hon- 
est fool.  You  are  like  a  young  moose- 
calf,  who,  because  he  happens  to  be  born 
into  the  world,  thinks  the  world  was 
made  for  him  to  be  born  into. 

"Let  us  say  that  the  moose-calf  was 
born  upon  a  great  mountain — a  mountain 
whose  sides  are  crossed  and  recrossed  by 
moose-trails — paths  that  wind  in  and  out 
among  the  trees,  stamped  by  the  hoofs 
of  older  and  wiser  moose.  Upon  these 
paths  the  moose-calf  tries  his  wobbly 
legs,  and  one  day  finds  himself  gazing 
out  upon  a  plain  where  grass  is.  He  has 
no  use  for  grass — does  not  even  know 
what  grass  is  for.  Only  he  sees  no  paths 
out  there.  The  grass  covers  a  quagmire, 
but  of  quagmires  the  moose-calf  knows 
nothing,  having  been  born  upon  a  moun- 
tain. 

"Being  a  fool,  the  moose-calf  soon  tires 
of  the  beaten  paths.  He  ventures  down- 
ward toward  the  plain.  A  wolf,  skulk- 
ing through  the  scrub  at  the  foot  of  the 
mountain,  encounters,  by  chance,  the 
moose-calf.  The  calf  is  fat.  But,  the 
wolf  is  cunning.  He  dares  not  harm  the 
moose-calf  hard  by  the  trails  of  the 
mountain.  He  becomes  friendly,  and  the 
fool  moose-calf  tells  the  wolf  where  he  is 
bound.  The  wolf  offers  to  accompany 
him,  and  the  moose-calf  is  glad — here  is 
a  friend — one  who  is  wiser  than  the 
moose-kind,  for  he  fears  not  to  venture 
into  the  country  of  no  trails. 

"Between  the  mountain  and  the  plain 
stands  a  tree.  This  tree  the  wolf  hates. 
Many  squirrels  work  about  its  roots,  and 
these  squirrels  are  fatter  than  the  squir- 
rels of  the  scrub,  for  the  tree  feeds  them. 
But,  when  the  wolf  would  jwunce  upon 
them,  they  seek  safety  in  the  tree.  The 
moo.se-calf — the  poor  fool  moose-calf — 
comes  to  this  tree  and,  finding  no  paths 
curving  around  its  base,  becomes  enraged 
because  the  tree  does  not  step  aside  and 
yield  the  right  of  way.  He  will  charge 
the  tree !  He  does  not  know  that  the  tree 
has  been  growing  for  many  years,  and 
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The  wolf  looks  on  and  smiles.  If  the 
moose-calf  butts  the  tree  down,  the  wolf 
will  get  the  squirrels — and  the  calf.  If 
the  calf  does  not,  the  wolf  will  get  the 
calf." 

MacNair  ceased  speaking  and  turned 
abruptly  toward  the  river. 

"My!"  Chloe  Elliston  exclaimed. 
"Really,  you  are  delightful,  Blr.  Brute 
MacNair.  During  the  half-hour  or  more 
of  our  acquaintaince  you  have  called  me, 
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a  moose-calf.  I  repeat  that  you  are  de- 
lightful, and  honest,  shall  I  say?  No; 
candid — for  I  know  that  you  are  not 
honest.  But  do  tell  me  the  rest  of  the 
story.  Don't  leave  it  like  'The  Lady  and 
the  Tiger.'  How  will  it  end?  Are  you 
a  prophet,  or  merely  an  allegorist?" 

MACNAIR,  who  was  again  facing  her, 
answered  without  a  smile.  "I  do 
not  know  about  the  Lady  and  the  Tiger, 
nor  of  what  happened  to  either.  If  they 
were  pitted  against  each  other,  my  bet 
would  be  laid  on  the  tiger,  though  my 
sympathy  mipht  be  with  the  lady.  I  am 
not  a  prophet.  I  cannot  tell  you  the  end 
of  the  story.  Maybe  the  fool  moose-calf 
will  butt  its  brains  out  against  the  trunk 
of  the  tree.  That  would  be  no  fault  of 
the  tree.  The  tree  was  there  first,  and 
was  minding  its  own  business.  Maybe 
the  calf  will  butt  and  get  hurt,  and 
scamper  for  home.  Maybe  it  will  succeed 
in  eluding  the  fangs  of  the  wolf,  and 
reach  the  mountain  in  safety.  In  such 
case  it  will  have  learned  something. 

"Maybe  it  will  butt  and  butt  against 
the  tree  until  it  dislodges  a  limb  from 
high  among  the  branches,  and  the  limb 
will  fall  to  the  ground  and  crush,  shall 
we  say — the  waiting  wolf?  And,  maybe 
the  calf  will  butt,  learn  that  the  tree  is 
immovable,  swallow  its  hurt,  and  pass 
on,  giving  the  tree  a  wide  berth — pass  on 
into  the  quagmire,  with  the  wolf  licking 
his  chops  as  he  grinning  points  out  the 
way." 

Chloe,  in  spite  of  herself,  was  intensely 
interested. 

"But,"  she  asked,  "you  are  quite  sure 
the  tree  is  immovable?" 
"Quite  sure." 

"Suppose,  however,  that  this  particular 
tree  is  rotten — rotten  to  the  heart.  That 
the  very  roots  that  hold  it  in  place  art; 
rotten?  .-^nd  that  the  moose-calf  butts 
'til  he  butts  down — what  then?" 

There  was  a  gleam  of  admiration  in 
MacNair's  eyes  as  he  answered: 

"If  the  tree  is  rotten  it  will  fall.  But 
it  will  fall  to  the  mighty  push  o'  the 
winds  o'  God — and  not  to  the  puny  butt 
of  a  moose-c&lf!"  Chloe  Elliston  was 
silent.  The  man  was  speaking  again. 
"Good  day  to  you^  madam,  or  miss,  or 
whatever  one  respectfully  calls  a  woman. 
As  I  told  you,  I  have  known  no  women. 
I  have  lived  always  in  the  north.  Death 
robbed  me  of  my  mother  before  I  was 
old  enough  to  remember  her.  The  north 
you  see,  is  hard  and  relentless,  even  with 
those  who  know  her — and  love  her." 

THE  girl  felt  a  .sudden- surge  of  sym- 
pathy for  this  strange,  outspoken  mar. 
of  the  northland.  She  knew  that  the  man 
had  spoken  with  no  thought  of  arousing 
sympathy,  of  the  dead  mother  he  had 
never  known.  And  in  his  voice  was  a 
note,  not  merely  of  deep  regret,  but  of 
sadness. 

"I  am  sorry,"  she  managed  to  mur- 
mur. 

"What?" 

".\bout  your  mother,  I  mean." 

The  man  nodded.  "Yes.  She  was  a 
good  woman.  My  father  told  me  of  her 
often.     He  loved  her. 

The  simplicity  of  the  man  pusizled 
Chloe.     She  was  at  a  loss  to  reply. 

"I  think— I  believe — a  moment  ago, 
you  asked  my  name." 

"No." 

"Oh!"  The  lines  about  the  girls 
mouth  tightened.  "Then  I'll  tell  you.  I 
am  Chloe  Elliston— Miss  Chloe  Elhston. 


The   name   means   nothing   to  you — now. 
A  year  hence  it  will  mean  much." 

"Aye,  maybe.  I'll  not  say  it  won't. 
More  like,  though,  it  will  be  forgot  in 
half  the  time.  The  north  has  scant  use 
for  the  passing  whims  o'  women!" 

To  be  continued. 


Canadians  in  New 
York 

Ctntinued  from  page  33. 

cess  has  come  to  Mr.  Wickware  so  easily, 
with  none  of  the  struggle  with  which  most 
men  are  familiar  who  have  started  out 
on  the  road  to  their  ambitions. 

After  five  years  as  editor  of  this  en- 
gineering magazine,  he  was  offered  the 
editorship  of  The  American  Year  Book. 
This  is  an  annual  encyclopedia  of  general 
information,  including  scientific  subjects. 

Mr.  Wickware  has  also  a  generai  edi- 
torial supervision  over  Appleton's  serious 
books,  and  he  is  now  editing  a  two- volume 
Municipal  Encyclopedia  in  conjunction 
with  Clinton  Rodgers  Woodruff,  Secretary 
of  the  National  Municipal  League. 

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not  despise  the  more  frivolous  side  of 
things. 

"It  all  sounds  very  serious,"  he  says, 
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very  full  and  interesting  one." 

p  ROPESSOR  SHOTWELL,  of  Colum- 
bia University,  who  is  one  of  the  most 
prominent  Canadians  living  in  New  York, 
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his  spare  time,  later  going  to  Columbia 
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followed  the  study  of  literature,  but  later 
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arines." "But  he  is  an  American,"  the 
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ignore.  In  his  books  you  feel  the  spirit  of 
the  place  of  which  he  writes,  the  little 
humorous  idiosyncracies  of  the  people 
who  live  there. 

In  "Abroad  at  Home,"  he  starts  off  on 
his  travels  saying,  "that  the  typical  New 
Yorker  really  thinks  that  any  man  who 
leaves  Manhattan  Island  for  any  destina- 
tion other  than  Europe  or  Palm  Beach 
must  be  either  a  fool  who  leaves  voluntari- 
ly or  a  criminal  taken  off  by  force.  For 
the  picturesque  criminal  he  may  be  sorry, 
but  for  the  fool  he  has  scant  pity."  But 
Mr.  Street  evidently  cares  little  whether 
the  man  from  Manhatten  takes  him  for  a 
fool  or  a  criminal,  for  he  has  started  an- 
other book  of  the  same  description,  this 
time  having  started  on  his  travels  through 
the  South. 

"It  is  such  a  big  undertaking  to  give  a 
fair  view  of  the  South,"  he  says,  "with 
its  troublesome  race  question,  that  I  fe^l 
like  a  man  starting  out  to  build  a  skyscra- 
per all  by  myself."  Mr.  Street  is  slight 
and  dark,  with  a  very  boyish  manner. 
The  afternoon  that  I  met  him  he  was  more 
engrossed  with  a  plate  of  buns  than  any- 
thing else  having  forgotten  his  luncheon 
in  his  pressure  of  work. 

Editor's  Note. — This  is  the  first  of  a 
series  of  articles  by  Mrs.  Redpath.  The 
next  will  appear  in  an  early  i«su4. 


Jordan  is  a  Hard 
Road 

Continued  from  pag;  34. 

I'm  not  to  have  me  money  becaus*  the 
bank's  broke?" 

Minden  reached  out  and  took  thb 
cheque. 

"Of  course  whin  the  Young  Doctor 
spoke  up  like  that  to  that  man  in  the 
cage,"  continued  Kernaghan,  "they  grab- 
bed the  money  they  was  paying  out  to  me, 
an'  put  it  back  in  the  till.  So  what  was  I 
to  do  but  bring  that  back  to  you." 

Without  a  word  Minden  took  from  his 
pocket  a  handful  of  bills.  Counting  a 
number  of  them  he  handed  them  over  to 
Kernaghan.  Kernaghan  took  them  eager- 
ly; but  seeing  the  strange  troubled  look  in 
Minden's  face,  he  said: 

"Would  it  be  hurtin'  you,  Mr.  Minden, 
the  breakin'  of  that  bank?  Had  they 
anny  great  stacks  of  your  money?  Shure, 
the  Young  Doctor's  losin'  five  thousand 
dollars — you  didn't  have  that  much  in  the 
bank,   did   ye?" 

"Five  thousand  dollars — five  thousand 
dollars,  well,  yes,  I  had  that  much.  Patsy," 
replied  Minden  in  a  low  voice.  "Get  out. 
Patsy,  I  got  some  business  to  do." 

Patsy  made  for  the  door,  but  suddenly 
came  back.  "I  don't  think  I'll  take  the 
monney,  Mr.  Mayor,"  he  said.  "I'll  not 
be  needin'  it.  Shure,  I've  got  plenty  some- 
where." 

Minden  took  him  by  the  shoulders  and 
turned   him   round.     "Be   off   with   you. 


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Patsy,"  he  said.  "D'ye  think  that'd  save 
me  if  I  was  in  trouble?" 

Patsy  pocketed  the  money.  "Aw  well,'' 
he  remarked  without  any  ulterior  thought 
— "aw  well,  if  you've  lost  a  lot  of  monney, 
shure  you  always  know  where  to  get  more, 
as  you  got  what  you  lost." 

A  moment  afterwards,  seated  in  his 
chair  at  the  mayorial  desk,  Minden  raised 
his  head  from  a  long  reverie,  and  repeated 
Patsy  Kernaghan's  words:  "Shure,  you 
always  know  where  to  get  more,  as  you 
got  what  you  lost." 

T  F  THE  bank  had  failed,  then  he  was,  in 
A  the  language  of  the  West,  stony-broke ; 
for  very  lately  he  had  removed  from  his 
bank  at  Montreal  all  the  money  he  had 
to  Prince's  Bank  at  Winnipeg.  Ten  cents 
on  the  dollar!  What  would  that  mean  to 
him  now?  That  which  was  to  be  a  for- 
tune for  his  girl  and  Sheldon,  where  would 
it  be?  If  Prince's  Bank  was  gone,  then 
his  girl's  future  was  in  danger.  There 
was  the  hotel  of  course,  but  that  on  a 
sudden  sale,  would  never  bring  what  he 
paid  for  it;  for  the  success  of  the  Rest 
Awhile  temperance  hotel  was  due  to  his 
own  notorious  personality,  and  right  well 
the  public  knew  that.  If  what  Patsy  Ker- 
naghan  had  said  was  true,  all  he  had  left 
was  the  temperance  hotel;  and  the  mine 
would  be  gone  and  the  fortune  it  pro- 
mised. 

A  stupefying  gloom  settled  upon  him, 
until  Patsy  Kernaghan's  words  came  to 
his  mind,  "You  always  know  where  to  get 
more,  as  you  got  what  you  lost."  How 
had  he  got  what  he  lost?  By  the  robbery 
of  trains,  by  breaking  the  law,  by  the 
highwajTiian's  methods;  by  the  life  which 
he  had  put  forever  behind.  Yet  here  it 
was  staring  him  in  the  face  with  its 
dreadful  allurement  and  the  drag  of  an- 
cient habit,  the  perilous  joy  of  criminal 
enterprise.  With  a  strange  apprehensive, 
yet  furtive  look  in  his  face,  on  which  a 
light  was  playing  such  as  plays  through 
a  crevice  upon  the  grim  architecture  of 
a  cave,  he  left  the  City  Hall  and  went  into 
the  street.  There  he  met  the  Young 
Doctor,  who  had  evidently  regained  his 
composure. 

"You've  heard  what's  happened  about 
Prince's  Bank?"  the  Young  Doctor  ques- 
tioned. 

"I've  heard,"  Minden  answered  calmly. 

"I  had  five  thousand  dollars  in  it,  and  I 
suppose  it's  all  gone,"  remarked  the 
Young  Doctor.  "It  took  a  lot  of  making, 
that  five  thousand.  I  hope  you  haven't 
lost  much?" 

"Not  so  much  that  I  can't  replace  it." 
answered  Minden  with  a  strange  smile, 
and  passed  on. 

The  Young  Doctor's  eyes  followed  him. 
"I  don't  like  the  look  of  his  face,"  he  said 
to  himself.  "It  seems  to  hide  a  lot  and 
yet  it  betrays  a  lot,  too.  I  suppose  that 
he  hadn't  all  of  his  eggs  in  one  basket, 
anyhow." 

V/f  INDEN'S  face,  as  the  Young  Doctor 
^^■*-  had  seen  it,  was  the  mirror  of  his 
mind.  Everything  was  in  disorder  there. 
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oning him  back  to  the  dark  trail  of  the 
past. 

The  night  of  the  day  when  he  learned  of 
the  ruin  of  Prince's  Bank,  he  walked  the 
prairie  with  a  smouldering  fire  in  his 
brain,  with  a  sullen  remorse  and  despair 
couraing  through  his  being.  He  had 
thought  he  was  "saved  by  the  blood  of  the 
Lamb,"  but  in  the  black  passions  possess- 
ing him  now,  he  knew  that  he  had  only, 
as  he  said  to  himself,  jelt  good,  not  heen 
good.  He  realized  now  he  was  not  good  in 
the  sense  that  the  class-leaders  in  the 
meeting-house  understood  it.  In  his  agi- 
tated courses  on  that  night  of  destiny  hi; 
passed  the  meeting-house.  The  prayer- 
meeting  was  ending,  and  the  prayer- 
people,  as  he  had  called  them,  were  sing- 
ing a  hymn  to  close  their  exercises- — 
"There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  InvmanueVs  veins. 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains." 
He  could  detect  among  the  singers  the 
voice  of  Mrs.  Finley.  He  knew  that  rapt, 
rather  piercing,  falsetto  tone  which  had 
in  it  the  loving  passion  of  th'e  fanatic.  He 
knew  now  that  his  own  guilty  stains  had 
never  been  washed  away;  that  he  was  still 
Bill  Minden  who  had  defeated  the  law  and 
been  defeated  by  the  law.  He  had  an 
impulse  to  enter  the  meeting-house  and 
standing  up  before  these  real  Christians 
blurt  out  his  repudiation  of  all  he  had  said 
and  done  in  the  name  of  religion  and  of 
all  religion  had  done  for  him — as  every- 
one and  he  himself  had  thought. 

It  was  as  though  the  Bill  Minden  of  old 
was  whispering  in  his  ear.  He  had  the 
most  curious  illusion  that  he  was  standing 
outside  himself;  as  though,  indeed,  he 
had  an  astral  body,  and  that  the  Bill  Min- 
den who  had  been  notorious  on  a  con- 
tinent was  telling  the  Bill  Minden  who 
had  ruled  the  town  of  Askatoon  and  kepi 
a  khan  for  the  wayfarer,  that  he  had  for 
months  been  in  a  trance,  was  the  victim 
of  an  aberration. 

As  he  passed  on,  the  singing  growing 
fainter,  two  hands  seemed  knocking  at 
the  door  of  his  mind.  One  was  that  of 
the  little  misshapen  Celt,  Patsy  Kernag- 
han,  who  had  said:  "If  you've  lost  a  lot  of 
money,  shure  you  always  know  where  to 
get  more,  as  you  got  what  you  lost."  The 
other  hand  was  that  of  a  man  in  Van- 
couver— Jim  Starboard,  a  criminal  friend 
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NOW,  AS  Minden  paced  the  prairie,  all 
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them  away.  Beyond  everything  else  he 
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M  A  C  Jv  E  A  N  '  S     M  A  (J  A  Z  I  N  1-: 

to  him  her  fortune — some  compensation 
for  his  being  her  father.  P^or  Sheldon  to 
lose  all  now,  for  his  girl  not  to  have  what 
he  had  planned  for  her — the  inevitable, 
the  indispensable  thing — was  a  torture  to 
his  storm-tossed  brain.  As  the  night  wore 
on,  he  heard  a  voice  from  Vancouver  for- 
ever saying  to  him :  "There's  a  way, 
there's  a  way!" 

Yes,  with  it  all,  something  that  had 
come  to  him  out  of  his  new  life  kept  hold- 
ing him,  as  a  child  lightly  holds  the  hand 
of  one  it  trusts.  In  sudden  emotion  he 
fell  upon  his  knews  in  the  stubble  and 
prayed.  He  did  not  know  what  he  said. 
It  was  the  cry  of  the  agonized,  unstable 
nature  of  one  who  in  its  natural  bent  to- 
wards wickedness  was  strong  with  the 
selfishness  of  the  materialist;  the  emo- 
tions of  a  character  vain,  irresponsible 
and  weak,  if  kind  and  generous. 

His  strivings  were  of  no  avail.  Noth- 
ing came  to  help  him;  there  was  no  re- 
sponse to  his  call.  It  was  as  though  he 
had  only  appealed  to  the  Power  beyond, 
because  he  could  say,  when  another  crime 
would  be  added  to  his  record,  that  he  had 
prayed  for  grace  to  resist,  and  it  had 
failed  him.  Who  can  tell!  Such  dual 
personalities  have  their  own  tragedies. 
Grimly  he  rose  from  his  knees  as  dawn 
touched  the  hills.  He  saw  the  faint  glim- 
mer of  saffron,  then  turned  his  back  upon 
the  eastern  sky  and  faced  the  mountains 
in  the  West. 

A  few  hours  later  he  sent  a  telegram  in 
language  which  only  Jim  Starboard  could 
understand.  It  was  not  adressed  in  Star- 
board's own  name.  A  few  hours  later 
still  he  sent  a  letter  addressed  to  Star- 
board to  an  hotel  at  a  railway  station 
about  eighty  miles  west. 

T  N  ASKATOON  things  moved  smoothly 
•'•  on.  A  few  people  had  been  hurt  by  the 
failure  of  the  bank,  and  no  one  had  the 
faintest  idea  of  how  much  it  had  meant  to 
Minden.  He  went  his  way  as  usual,  and 
only  two  people  in  the  place  had  the  faint- 
est idea  that  something  was  deeply  dis- 
turbing his  mind.  Only  the  Young  Doc- 
tor saw  some  subtle  change  in  him,  some- 
thing that  lay  secluded  in  the  depth  of  his 
eyes;  while  Cora  Finley,  seeing  his  face 
pale  attributed  it  to  some  slight  illness 
which  table  delicacies  could  cure. 

Minden  had  promised  Sheldon  that  he 
would  give  him  a  cheque  for  fifty  thou- 
sand dollars  within  three  days.  On  the 
morning  of  the  third  day  he  handed  it  to 
him,  saj'ing:  "Good  luck  to  us,  and  don't 
waste  it!     It's  cost  a  lot." 

After  Sheldon  left  his  oflSce  to  deposit 
the  cheque  in  the  bank,  Minden  sat  long 
at  his  table  in  a  kind  of  dream.  At  length 
siomething  like  a  smile  came  upon  his 
face;  the  trouble  which  had  hovered  over 
it  for  days  passed  away,  and  he  said 
aloud: 

"That's  settled  it!  He's  got  the  cheque, 
and  he's  got  to  have  the  money.  I  can't 
go  back  on  that." 

It  would  take  several  days  for  the 
cheque  to  go  to  the  bank  on  which  it  was 
drawn  at  Montreal,  and  the  money  would 
be  there  if  all  went  well. 

IN  THE  dead  of  night  a  stranger  visit- 
ed Minden  in  his  oflSce  coming  by  the 
back  garden,  as  Sheldon  had  come.  After 
a  long  interview  the  stranger's  last 
words  were: 

"Yes,  I've  got  it  clear.  Listen  and  see 
if  I  have.  The  Syndicate  is  to  place  at 
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Fly  Poisons 

Attract  Both 
Flies  and  Babies 

In  the  last  three  years  the  press  has 
reported  106  fly  poisoning"  cases  —a  larg^e 
proportion  fatal.  The  innocent  looking 
can  with  its  sweetened  wick — the  saucer 
of  poison  paper— both  contain  arsenic, 
deadliest  of  poisons. 

No  mother -would  put  fly  poison  within 
her  children's  reach  if  she  realized  the 
danger.  Yet  it  kills  more  children  than 
all  other  poisons  combined. 

This  is  the  U.  S.  Government  ^ramin? 
againstfly  poisons,  taken  from  U.S.  I'ublic 
Health  Service  Bulletin,  supplement 
No.  29: 

**0f  other  fly  poisons  mentioned,  mention 
Bhouldljomade,  merely  for  ihopurpost? of  con- 
<:l**muation.  of  tliose  compnsed  of  ftrsenio. 
Fiitul  cases  of  poisoning  of  children  thron^-h 
the  use  of  eurh  compounda  are  fur  too  fro- 
qiient,  and  Owing  to  tlio  renemlilnncoof  an^en- 
iciil  pois<miQgtosaniiiierdiurrIieaandoIiolcru 
infantum.itiebelieved  that  the  cuBtirirpi'orted 
do  not,  by  anymcans-  cnniprisetliett'tul.  Ar- 
senical fly-destroying  otjvices  mu^^t  be  rnti'd 
asextreniely  danccrotiB,  and  sliould  never  tie 
used,  even  ifollier  measures aro  not  at  hand." 

The  one  safe,  sure,  non-poisonous,  effi- 
cient fly  catcher  is 


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S  which  catches  the  fly  and  embalms  It  S 

=  and  all  tlie  deadly  germs  it  cairios  in  a  = 

S  thick  coatinff  of  varnish.  (106>  S 

=  Made  in  Canada  by  ^ 

I  THE  O.  &  W.  THUM  COMPANY  1 

^  Walkerville,  Ontario  = 

^  American  Address:    Grand  Rapids.  Mich.  ^ 


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She 
Couldn't  Go- 

Her  Corns 

Wouldrftlet 

Her 


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She  remembered  the  agonies  of  the  last 

dance.  It  kept  her  at  home  to  coddle  her  touchy 

corns.    She  simply  couldn't  face  the  pain  again. 

How  easy  it  would  have  been,  what  instant  relief,  if  she 

had  only  known  of  Blue-jay.  Other  millions  of  men  and  women 

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the  mountains  and  attend  a  banquet  the 
— that  fits  in  fine  and  dandy.  You're 
take  the  eleven  o'clock  express  back 
Askatoon,  and  at  Goldmark  Station  you' 
to  leave  it,  vi^ithout  being  seen  except  1 
the  conductor  that's  in  with  us.  You' 
to  wait  there  for  the  train  from  the  Eas 
At  Goldmark  the  job's  to  be  done  by  y( 
and  me.  All  you  want  is  the  fifty  tho 
sand;  and  I'll  take  all  I  can  for  tl 
Syndicate.  Then  you're  to  get  to  Ask 
toon  in  your  own  way  afterwards,  ai 
I'm  to  make  tracks  my  own  way.  Have 
got  it  right?" 

Minden  nodded.  "You've  got  it,  Jii 
Settled." 

"I  knew  you'd  come  back  to  us,  Bill 
the  other  said.  "You  was  the  greate 
war-boss  that  ever  faced  the  guns.  Vi 
all  take  off  our  hats  to  you.  That  was 
great  game  of  your  playing  'Saved'  ar 
preaehin'  here  at  Askatoon;  but  I  don 
see  what  you  was  driving  at.  You've  dor 
it  in  sityle,  but  I  don't  git  it." 

"You  don't  have  to  git  it,"  was  Mii 
den's  reply.     "You  couldn't  if  you  tried 

The  other  prepared  to  go,  and  open( 
the  door.  The  room  was  as  dark  as  tl 
night  and  he  could  not  be  seen  from  ou 
side.  "Well,  good-bye.  Bill,"  he  sai 
"This  ain't  the  first  time  we've  been  i 
harness  together  an'  it  won't  be  the  la; 
neether." 

They  shook  hands,  Jim  Starboard  di 
appeared,  and  the  door  closed. 

"You're  wrong.  It  is  the  last  tim 
Jim.  I've  got  sense  enough  to  know  tha 
It's  the  last,  last  time  of  all.  If  it  com( 
off.  I'm  off  East  or  West;  it  if  doesn 
come  off — no,  it's  got  to  come  off!  I'l 
risking  it  for  her,  an'  I  know  I'm  riskin 
her  too;  but  it's  too  late  to  turn  back, 
got  to  go  on  with  it  now.  It's  the  las 
last  time  though,  so  help  me  God!" 


CHAPTER  X. 

SOME    ONE    MUST    PAT. 

TT  SEEMED  as  though  the  foot-hill 
-•-  were  in  rebellion  against  the  moui 
tains  and  that  hundreds  of  ruined  reg 
ments  were  breaking  in  blind  disordc 
upon  the  plains.  Never,  perhaps,  ha 
the  long  escarpment  of  the  Rockie 
known  such  a  storm,  or  the  plains  bee 
swept  by  a  wider  flood.  Like  some  re 
native  of  the  northern  wilds  who  mut 
lates  himself  in  frenzy  to  show  how  muc 
the  human  frame  can  bear,  so  on  thi 
night.  Nature,  the  benign  mother,  ravage 
her  own  bosom,  tore  out  her  own  eyei 
shrieked  the  agony  of  her  own  making- 
abandoned,  merciless,  a  cynical,  siniste 
ha^.  It  seemed  as  though  she  made  thi 
massive  turmoil  in  sheer  contempt  of  a 
human  order  by  sheltering  in  her  cloak  o 
storm  one  reckless  man  who,  havin 
shamefully  sinned  and  repented  of  his  si 
was  again  returning  to  the  sins  he  ha 
forsaken. 

In  all  the  days  of  all  the  years  he  ha 
lived,  Bill  Minden  never  had  such  an  op 
portunity  for  carrying  out  his  dark  pur 
poses;  and  at  Goldmark  Station,  in  th 
savagery  of  the  tempest,  the  thing  wa 
done  which  Starboard  and  himself  ha' 
planned  to  do. 

The  man  who  takes  refuge  with  th 
devil  must  pay  the  devil's  fees;  and  th 
man  who  robbed  the  train  at  Goldmarl 
found,  as  the  night  went  on,  that  Nature 


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which  had  given  hi  mthe  shelter  of  the 
storm,  in  derision  made  him  the  victim 
of  the  storm.  In  the  hours  when  he 
worked  the  linemen's  hand-car,  as  had 
been  arranged,  over  the  rails,  up  the  grade 
and  down  the  incline  through  the  foot- 
hills and  out  upon  the  prairie,  he  was 
punished  by  a  thousand  whips  of  rain 
and  wind  and  hail,  until  at  last  he  reach- 
ed the  point  where  he  must  forsake  the 
hand-car  and  take  the  trail  to  his  home 
in  Askatoon. 

T  T  WAS  just  before  the  break  of  dawn 
■*■  that,  like  one  who  had  been  man-han- 
dled by  an  army,  with  haggard,  bloodless 
face,  and  deep  sunken  eyes,  with  matted 
hair  and  beard  and  a  hand  that  clutched 
his  chest  in  pain.  Bill  Minden  crawled  up 
the  steps  of  his  back  garden  into  his  office, 
and  from  there  through  the  silent  hall- 
way upstairs  to  his  bedroom.  There, 
moaning  to  himself,  he  hid  safely  under 
a  loosened  board  of  the  floor  the  soaking 
clothes  he  wore.  Then  he  put  out  another 
suit  and  hung  the  garments  on  a  chair, 
as  though  he  had  taken  them  off  for  the 
night.  This  done,  he  crawled  into  bed, 
having  drunk  half  a  tumber  of  raw 
whiskey  to  check  the  terrible  cold  which 
had  seized  his  lungs.  For  a  long  hour 
he  suflfered  greatly;  then,  as  dawn  spread, 
he  rang  the  bell. 

A  half  hour  later  the  Young  Doctor  was 
by  his  bedside,  and  when  he  turned  away 
from  it  to  meet  the  sharp  inquiry  of  Mrs. 
Finley's  eyes,  the  look  in  his  face  could 
give  no  hope  to  any  anxious  friend  of  the 
Mayor  of  Askatoon.  Outside  the  door  of 
the  bedroom  one  word  he  used  to  Cora 
I'^inley  sufficed  to  send  the  color  from  her 
face. 

"Pneumonia,"  he  said. 

.All  had  worked  well  for  Minden's  plans, 
and  all  had  worked  ill  for  Minden  himself. 
His  racked  and  fevered  body  paid  in  its 
agony,  second  by  second,  for  every  dollar 
which  Starboard  had  carried  away  to 
cover  the  fifty  thousand  dollars  in  the 
Laurentian  Bank  which  the  nefarious 
Syndicate  had  placed  to  his  credit.  Not 
for  hours  after  the  train  had  left  Gold- 
mark  Station  were  the  armed,  gagged 
guards  of  the  express-van,  in  which  the 
money  was  carried,  found  and  released. 
Two  had  been  taken  from  behind,  and  a 
third  in  his  excitement  had  seen  only  a 
masked  man  and  a  pistol.  His  explana- 
tions were  incoherent. 

It  had  all  been  perfectly  done,  and 
Askatoon  had  no  suspicion  of  its  Mayor. 
Hundreds  of  its  citizens  passed  and  re- 
passed the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel  as  three 
anxious  days  went  on.  Prayer  meetings 
were  held;  resolutions  of  sympathy  by 
public  bodies  were  passed.  The  Young 
Doctor  har  almost  to  force  his  way  to 
and  from  Bill  Minden's  home,  so  emo- 
tional and  pertinacious  were  the  people 
who  waylaid  him. 

All  that  he  would  say  was,  "Where 
there's  life  there's  hope;"  but  from  his 
mind  hope  had  vanished. 
'  One  man,  far  away  at  the  capital — 
Terrance  Brennan,  the  railway  million- 
aire— had  a  very  strong  suspicion  that 
the  greatest  train  robber  of  modern  times 
had  been  at  work  again ;  but  when  his  de- 
tective informed  him  that  Bill  Minden 
was  dying,  there  was  nothing  to  do. 

A  T  THIS  moment  for  a  detective  to 
■'*■  have  breathed  the  suspicion  of  Min- 
den's complicity  in  Askatoon  would  have 
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Askatoon  had  nothing  but  gratitude  and 
affection  for  Minden.  Open-handed  and 
open-hearted  he  had  lived  among  them. 
Among  them  he  had  found  "peace";  to 
them  he  had  given  greatly;  over  them  he 
had  ruled  with  a  rose  branch  and  not  a 
rod  of  iron.  When  Mrs.  Finlev  told  Min- 
den in  one  of  the  momenta  when  he  was 
free  from  agony  that  there  were  hundreds 
of  people  outside  the  Rest  Awhile  Hotel 
praying  for  his  recovery,  sending  him 
their  best  wishes,  he  whispered:  "That's 
good !  That's  good !  If  it'll  only  last  me 
out,  then  she'll  remember  me  kindly." 

Mrs.  Finley's  eyes  flashed;  she  saw 
deeper  than  anyone  except  the  Young 
Doctor. 

"You  can  live  if  you  want  to,"  she  said. 
"You  know  you  can  live  if  you  want  to. 
You're  not  fighting;  you're  giving  in  to 
it." 

They  were  singing  a  hymn  outside  the 
hotel.  How  well  he  knew  it!  How  deep  a 
part  it  had  played  in  his  life! 

"There's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 
And  by  faith  we  may  see  it  afar " 

"If  they'll  only  feel  like  that  till  I'm 
gone!"  he  whispered,  a  cloud  upon  his 
face — a  wan,  wasted,  despairing  look.  No 
hope,  no  faith  shone  in  his  eyes;  his 
house  of  life  was  crumbling,  and  he  knew 
it;  and  in  &  sense  he  was  glad.  Now  and 
again  when  Cora  entered  the  room  his 
eyes  followed  her  with  a  hungry  look,  in 
which  there  was  the  only  gleam  that  light- 
ed the  darkness  of  his  last  days.  When  she 
spoke  to  him  or  took  his  fevered  hand,  the 
glimmer  of  a  defiant  joy  stole  into  his 
eyes;  and  as  he  sat  hour  after  hour  while 
the  pain  tore  him  and  the  hand  of  penalty 
tugged  at  his  body  to  dismember  it  from 
the  soul,  in  his  mind  he  was  saying: 
"She'll  be  all  right;  she'll  be  all  right." 

To  the  appeal  of  members  of  the  Grace 
Church  class  meeting,  who  wished  to  come 
and  pray  beside  his  bed,  the  Young  Doc- 
tor gave  a  sharp  denial. 

"You'll  only  hasten  the  end,"  he  said. 
"He's  all  right;  he's  one  of  you.  He 
knows  the  way  Home.  He's  not  fit  to 
listen  or  to  speak,  and  I  won't  have  it." 

So  it  was  that  when  the  end  came  sud- 
denly, and  the  knowledge  of  its  coming 
spread  in  Bill  Minden's  mind  like  a 
flash  of  flame,  he  drew  himself  up,  and 
with  a  last  flicker  of  light  through  his 
glazing  eyes  towards  Cora,  who  sat  beside 
his  bed,  he  whispered:  "Could  you  kiss 
me,  little  gal?" 

"\X/'ITH  swimming  eyes  she  kissed  his 

^  '  rough,  bearded  cheek  and  lowered 
him  to  the  pillow  again  with  her  arms  at 
his  shoulders  and  her  hands  under  his 
head.  A  light  shone  in  his  face  for  a 
moment,  then  a  shadow  crossed  over  it 
and  his  lips  moved.  None  could  hear  what 
he  said,  except  perhaps  Mrs.  Finley,  who 
was  bending  over  him. 

Once  more  he  turned  his  sightless  eyes 
to  the  girl,  and  his  fingers  fluttered  to- 
ward her.  As  she  took  and  pressed  them 
gently,  the  Young  Doctor  turned  away 
from  the  bed  with  a  sigh,  for  in  that  mo- 
ment Bill  Minden  had  gone  upon  his 
greatest  venture. 

"What  was  it  he  said?"  asked  the 
Young  Doctor  later. 

"He  said,  'Mercy,  mercy.  Lord  have 
mercy',"  she  replied. 

"He  didn't  need  to  ask  that,"  remarked 
Cora,  weeping.  "He  found  mercy  at  the 
Camp  Meeting." 

"Perhaps,  perhaps,"  remarked  the 
Young   Doctor   as   he   closed    his   pocket 


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medicine  case  and  prepared  to  go.  "  'But 
Jordan  is  a  hard  road  to  travel'  as  the 
hymn  says." 

npHE  TRUE  story  of  the  Sink-or-Swim 
■*•  Mine,  and  how  it  came  to  flourish  is 
not  known.  The  man  and  woman  who 
own  it  would  not  be  happy  if  they  did 
know.  Neither  would  have  accepted  pros- 
perity at  the  price.  They  are  not  dead, 
however,  and  people  pay  such  debts  one 
way  or  another. 

THE  END. 


Romance  of  Power 
Development 

Continued  from  page  28. 

maur,  the  river  is  navigable  and  traffic  is 
handled  by  means  of  scows  towed  by  gaso- 
line launches  and  steam  tugs.  From 
Chaudiere  Falls  to  the  dam  site  a  stand- 
ard gauge  railway  is  operated,  cars 
being  hauled  back  and  forth  by  donkey 
engines,  which  burn  oil  to  avoid  the  dan- 
ger of  forest  fires. 

'TpHE  La  Loutre  project  is  not  remark- 

-^  able  so  much  for  the  actual  size  of  the 

dam  proper,  as  for  the  magnitude  of  the 

reservoir  which  it  will  create.     So  far  as 

the  mere  mas- 
onry is  con- 
cerned, there 
are  many 
larger  dams. 
Its  length  of 
1720  feet  is  ex- 
ceeded many 
times  by  the 
Assouan  dam  in  Egypt,  the  Poona.  Tansa 
and  Bhatgur  dams  in  India  and  the  New 
Croton  and  Boonton  dams  in  the  United 
States.  Its  height  of  80  feet  falls  far 
short  of  that  of  several  famous  dams  that 
could  be  mentioned.  Yet  when  it  is  stated 
that  it  will  store  160  billion  cubic  feet  of 
water,  then  it  immediately  moves  into  a 
class  of  its  own.  The  biggest  dam  is 
surely  the  one  that  holds  most  water  and 
as  the  La  Loutre  will  contain  just  twice 
as  much  as  the  Assouan  dam,  which  is  the 
world's  largest  dam  at  present,  it  will 
be  entitled  to  premier  position. 

One  really  requires  a  map  of  the  coun- 
try to  come  to  a  full  appreciation  of  the 
extent  of  the  project.  It  is  a  region  full 
of  lakes,  lying  among  low  hills.  The  low- 
water  level  of  the  water  in  these  lakes 
will  be  raised  from  7  feet  in  the  case  of 
the  highest  lake  to  47  feet  in  the  case  of 
the  lowest;  much 
of  the  surround- 
ing country  will 
be  flooded  and  in 
place  of  a  score 
of  more  or  less 
di.'rtinct  bodies  of 
water,  there  will 
be  one  great  re- 
servoir over  one 
hundred  square 
miles  in  extent. 
The  flooding  of 
many      square 

miles  of  territory  will  naturally  kill  off 
much  timber,  but  the  quality  and  quan- 
tity that  will  be  affected  are  such  as  to 
occasion  no  very  serious  loss. 
Briefly,  the  dam  is  to  be,  when  coifiplete. 


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M  A  C  L  ]•]  A  N  '  S     M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


I  Mow  Mflny  Mides  ' 


HAYNTITE 

Top  Materials 

Made  The  "One-Woman-Top" 
a  Reality 

M'itli  woman's  advent  into  the  automobile  field ,  the  designers 

of  cars  are  giving  attcniion  to  retincnicnts  of   mechanical 

parts,  simjilifjing-  operation  and  control  and  improvement  in 

the  accessories  which  contribute  to  the  comfort  and  protection  of 

the  ou  ner  and  passengers. 

Tlie  adoption  of  durable  skeleton  top  frames  covered  with  RAYNTITETop 
Material  by  many  of  the  leading  automobile  makers  has  resulted  in  tlieir 
cars  enjoying  the  distinction  of  having  "one- woman- tops"  in  reality. 

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Light  wei ell  t  and  ease  of  handling  the 
lop  does  not  make  the  top  any  the  less 
edicient  in  protccline  passengers 
against  the  drizzling,  drenchin&r 
rains  or  the  zero  winds.  RAYNTITE 
is      DOUBLE     WATiiKPROOFED,— 


its  ciolh  base  is  given  a  waterproof 
treatment  and  llie  Kabriltold  or 
rubber  surface  is  guaranteed  against 
leakage  for  one  year.  With  reason- 
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1720  feet  long,  built  in  four  sections  in- 
tersecting at  obtuse  angles.  Seven  hun- 
dred feet  of  the  dam  will  form  an  over- 
flow weir, 
its  top  be- 
ing ten  feet 
below  the 
crest  of  the 
remai  ning 
part  of  the 
dam.  The 
measuring 
weir  will  be 
375  feet  in 
length.  The 
wall  will  be  60  feet  wide  at  the  base  and  20 
feet  wide  at  the  crest  and  is  being  built 
of  "yclopean  masonry.  Five  gates,  each 
15  feet  high  and  12  feet  wide,  will  be 
installed,  giving  a  possible  discharge  of 
about  45,000  cubic  feet  of  water  per 
second. 

'Tp  HE  contract  for  the  construction  of 
■*-  the  dam  at  an  estimated  cost  of  a 
million  and  a  half  dollars  was  let  in  the 
spring  of  1915  and  much  preliminary 
work  was  done  during  the  1915  season. 
The  results  of  last  year's  operations  may 
be  thus  summarized.  The  east  channel 
of  the  river  was  unwatered,  excavated 
and  the  dam  built  up  to  elevation  1278  for 
the  channel  part  and  to  1300  for  a  short 
distance  each  side.  The  unwatering  of 
the  wesrt  channel,  which  is  the  main  part 
of  the  river,  was  commenced,  and  the  bow 
being  diverted  to  the  east  channel  over  the 
concrete  built  up  to  elevation  1278. 

A  small  power  development  was  in- 
stalled at  La  Loutre  Falls  two  miles  below 
the  site  of  the  dam,  which  develops  1100 
h.p.  under  a  head  of  15  feet.  This  power 
is  transmitted  to  the  scene  of  operations 
where  it  is  used  for  lighting  purposes  and 
the  driving  of  machinery. 

A  plant  capable  of  making  five  hundred 
cubic  yards  of  masonry  per  day  has  been 
established  at  the  dam.  Stone  ia  taken 
from  a  quarry  about  a  quarter  of  a  mile 
away;  is  hauled  to  the  crushers,  where 
it  is  broken  to  the  proper  size;  and  is  then 
stored  in  large  bins  until  required  at  the 
mixers.  The  .sand  is  procured  from  a  pit 
located  about  six  miles  from  the  works 
and  is  brought  to  the  dam  site  in  dump 
cars  operated  along  the  contractors'  own 
railway.  It  is  anticipated  that  the  work 
will  be  sufficiently  advanced  this  year  to 
admit  of  the  storage  of  the  flood  watcis 
of  1918  in  the  dam. 

A  ND  now  what  is  to  be  gained  by  the 
•'*  completion  of  this  extraordinary  un- 
dertaking? Let  us  see.  From  calcula- 
tions made  over  a  period  of  many  years 
at  Shawinigan  Falls,  it  was  ascertained 
that  the  minimum  flow  of  water  per  day 
during  that  period  amounted  to  approxi- 
mately 6,000  cubic  feet  per  second.  That 
flow  naturally  de- 
termined the  pri- 
mary  power 
available    at    this 

particular  point 
on  the  river  and 
it  was  taken  as  the 
basis  for  figuring 
out  possible  ex- 
pansion. Without 
entering  into  an 
explanation  o  f 
how  the  problem 
was  actually  worked  out,  it  may  be 
stated  that  regulation  of  the  flow,  by 
the  use  of  the  storage  dam.  was  proved 


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Toaster 


t  tove  and  Gri'l 


Air  Waimer 


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REVERSED  FORMS  STAND 
CONVERTING  [RON  INTO 
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Electrical  IVeel^s- 

May  1  St.  to  May  1 2th 

( and  every  week  during  the  \)ear  ) 

A  DEMONSTRATION  of  practical  interest  to  every 
woman   who   wants   to   make   housework   easier — 
cooking    better — and    home    more    attractive    and 
comfortable. 

Take  The  KITCHEN,  for  instance 

You  dread  the  commg  of  summer,  because  it  has  meant 
standing  over  a  broiling  hot  stove  three  times  a  day — and 
ail  day  on  -ironing  day.  When  you  cook  the  "Canadian 
Beauty"  way,  you  stay  out  of  the  kitchen  altogether.  Put 
the  "Canadian  Beauty"  Stove,  Toaster  and  Percolator  on 
the  dining-room  table — turn  on  the  electricity — and  cook 
the  meal,  while  you  sit  at  the  table. 

Instead  of  having  the  stove  going  all  day  on  ironing  day — 
use  the  "Canadian  Beauty"  Electric  Iron,  and  keep  your- 
self and  the  house  cool. 

There  will  be  shown  Chafing  Dishes  for  dainty  suppers- 
Disk  Stoves  and  Double  Plate  Cookers — Luminous  Radi- 
ators and  Foot  Warmers — Warming  Pads — Water  Heat- 
ers— and  other  appliances  that  inventive  genius  has  per- 
fected to  make  housekeeping  a  pleasure  instead  of  a 
drudgery. 

Make  a  note  of  the  time— May  1st  to  12th 

and  be  sure  to  find  the  "Canadian  Beauty"  dealer,  or  write 
us  for  the  name  of  one  nearby. 

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Flashlights 

For  Every  Purpose 

Indoors — Out-of-Doors  —  Motor- 
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There  are  ordinary  flashlights 
and  ''Franco''  Flashlights. 
FRANCO  flashlights  cost  no  more 
than  ordinary  makes,  but  they 
give  longer  service,  a  more  radi- 
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get  out  of  order.  "Franco" 
flashlights  are  different  because 
they  have  patented  features  that 
other  makers  cannot  use  without 
infringement. 

You  can  throw  a  Franco  "fibre 
case ' '  around  anywhere  —  in  a 
tool-box,  against  metal,  and  it 
will  not  short-circuit- — that  is,  the 
metal  cannot  cause  a  contact 
with"  the  battery  and  burn  it  out 
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This  is  a  feature  that  everybody 
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metal 

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on  getting  "FEAHCO"  fibre 
case  flashlights,  and  get  the  ut- 
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costs  no  more  than  ordinary 
makes  and  can  be  obtained  from 
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ing goods  merchants. 

Write  us  direct  if  you  come 
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you. 

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to  be  feasible  to  the  extent  of  15,000  cubic 
feet  per  second.  To  provide,  however, 
for  all  possible  deficiencies,  it  was  decided 
to  limit  the  enlarged  flow  to  12,000  cubic 
feet  per  second,  at  which  point  the  mini- 
mum current  all  the  year  round  will  be 
twice  that  before  regulation.  This  in- 
creased flow  will  exactly  double  the  pri- 
mary power  at  Shawinigan  Falls,  while 
it  will  more  than  double  the  primary 
powers  at  the  falls  higher  up  the  river. 
Superficially,  one  may  be  inclined  to 
regard  the  far-off,  unheralded  project  at 
La  liOutre,  hundreds  of  miles  beyond  the 
pale  of  civilization  in  Quebec,  as  some- 
thing apart,  a  mere  curiosity,  without 
any  apparent  bearing  on  everyday  affairs. 
But  is  it  really  so  detached  from  the  lives 
of  the  people?  Is  there  not  a  very  vital 
connection  between  it  and  the  average 
home? 

From  the  distant  mammoth  reservoir 
there  will  come  pouring  down  all  through 
the  drought  of  summer  a  steady  and 
equalized  flood  of  water.  It  will  reach 
the  power  dams  at  LaTuque,  Grand  Mere 
and  Shawinigan  Falls.  There  it  will 
double  the  quantity  of  electrical  energy 
developed  hitherto.  This  increased 
power  will  come  flashing  over  the  trans- 
mission lines  to  Mon- 
treal, to  Three 
Rivers,  to  Quebec 
and  to  all  the  towns 
and  villages  between. 
It  vvill  enter  the 
home  and  the  factory 
—  more  homes  and 
more  factories  than 
ever  before  —  and  in 
the  aggregate  it  will 
"erform   double   the 

r-  \         PI  tasks   that   it   could 

I  [  I  accomplish      before. 

'  That  will  be  the  im- 

mediate achievement  of  this  one,  amaz- 
ing enterprise. 

But  conservation  work  on  the  St.  Maur- 
ice is  only  a  beginning,  an  isolated  in- 
stance. Other  rivers  throughout  Canada 
will  have  to  be  treated  similarly,  if  the 
country  would  derive  the  greatest  possi- 
ble advantage  from  its  water-powers. 
The  wastage  during  the  period  of  spring 
floods  is  enormous.  To  seize  and  hold 
this  surplus  water  and  to  serve  it  out  as 
needed  during  the  drier  seasons  of  the 
year  is  to  put  into  operation  a  policy 
alike  sensible  and  profitable. 

Then  there  will  be  a  vast  increase  in 
the  quantity  of  hydro-electric  energy 
available,  alike  for  industry,  transporta- 
tion, public  service  and  the  home.  Al- 
ready Canada  is  in  a  premier  position  as 
regards  the  per  capita  consumption  of 
electric  power.  Such  developments  as 
that  on  the  St.  Maurice  River  will  assure 
her  continued  supremacy  in  this  regard. 
And  it  will  be  more  particularly  in  the 
home  that  the  advantage  of  greater 
power  will  be  most  felt.  The  application 
of  the  electric  current  to  relieve  the 
drudgery  of  the  housewife's  daily  tasks 
is  one  of  the  greatest  boons  that  the  age 
has  conferred  and  the  rapid  expansion  of 
the  use  of  electricity  in  the  home  is  a 
conspicuous  feature  of  the  day. 

The  heating  of  houses  by  electricity  is 
still  an  alluring  prospect  unrealized,  but 
it  is  coming.  The  dam  at  La  Loutre  is  a 
step  in  that  direction.  Meanwhile  the 
electric  current  is  stealing  into  many 
homes  aa  the  cleanest,  quietest  and  most 
efficient  of  servants.  Its  use  as  an  illum- 
inant  is  too  commonplace  almost  to  men- 


tion, though  there  are  frequently  new  a|>- 
plications  in  the  sphere  of  lighting  that 
are  deserving  of  attention,  as  making  for 
greater  comfort  and  efficiency.  The  Elec- 
tric stove  is  some- 
thing newer  and 
scarcely  less  impor- 
tant. On  account  of 
its  surpassing  clean- 
liness and  reliability, 
it  is  finding  favor  in 
many  homes.  Va- 
cuum cleaners,  oper- 
ated by  means  of 
electric  motors,  are 
a  blessing  which  no 
housewife,  who  would  fain  escape  the 
back-breaking  burden  of  the  broom  and 
the  duster,  can  afford  to  do  without. 

Then  again,  electric  power  has  brought 
respite  in  other  directions.  The  toaster 
and  the  percolator  on  the  breakfast  table 
save  both  time  and  effort  in  the  speedi- 
ness  and  efficiency  with  which  they  per- 
form their  respective  tasks.  The  electric 
fan  has  been  a  health-bringer  and  a 
health-preserver  in  the  dog  days  of  sum- 
mer. The  labor  of  driving  a  sewing-ma- 
chine by  foot  power  for  hours  at  a  time  is 
lightened  by  the  facile  attachment  of  a 
small  motor,  while  the  washing  machine, 
electric-operated,  is  a  burden-lifter,  the 
value  of  which  cannot  be  minimized. 

For  a  time  there  was  a  tendency  to  re- 
gard electric  apparatus  in  house-work  as 
a  luxury  beyond  the  purchasing  ability 
-  of  the  average  person.  This  view  is 
rapidly  being  changed.  People  do  not 
think  so  much  to-day  of  the  cost  of  a  par- 
ticular article  as  of  the  .saving  it  will 
effect.  If  a  house-wife  can  save  her  time 
and  her  health  by  utilizing,  let  us  say,  a 
vacuum  cleaner,  then  that  saving  in  dol- 
lars and  cents  should  be  taken  into  ac- 
count when  the  investment  in  the  machine 
is  considered.  Economy  is  a  good  thing 
but  it  may  be  carried  to  a  point,  where  it 
ceases  to  be  economy.  A  woman  may 
wear  herself  out  in  struggling  along  with 
her  housework  in  the  old-fashioned  way, 
when  a  comparatively  small  investment 
in  labor-saving  electric  apparatus,  would 
lighten  her 
burden  and 
■give  her  lei- 
sure for  the 
pursuit  of 
health  and 
pleasure. 

And  it  is  ex- 
tremely inter- 
esting to  note 
just  here  that 
the  relief  spok- 
en of  is  not  dependent  entirely  on  the 
development  of  hydro-electric  energy. 

The  ingenuity  of  the  inventors  has 
been  at  work,  with  the  gratifying  result 
that  another  means  of  generating  elec- 
tric power,  which  is  both  simple  and 
economical,  has  been  devised.  The  house- 
holder can  have  his  own  system  and 
manufacture  his  own  electricity.  Gaso- 
line or  coal  oil  is  the  efficient  source  of 
pwwer.  With  gasoline  engine,  dynamo 
and  storage  batterie.si,  he  can  develop  and 
store  all  necessary  energy  for  household 
requirements.  The  unit  system,  which 
lenders  its  owner  quite  independent,  is 
one  of  the  most  interesting  inventions  of 
the  day  and  it  can  be  installed  at  such  a 
low  cost  a-nd  operated  .so  cheaply  that  it 
is  bound  to  play  an  important  part  in 
future  in  the  home  life  of  the  community. 
Of  a  truth  the  dawn  of  the  electric  age  is 
broadening! 


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It's  the  pretty  house 
at  the 

top  of  the  hill 


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Do  people  speak  so 
of  your  home  ?•     - 


In  every  community  there  are  charming  houses,  the  prMe  of  their  owners 
and  a  credit  to  the  neighborhood.  Home  folks  are  pleased  to  point  them 
out  and  strangers  admire  their  beauty. 

Invariably  such  houses  are  owned  by  those  who  realize  the  necessity  of  painting 
as  a  means  to  beautify  and  preserve  their  property.  Discriminating  house- 
owners  always  purchase 


B-H 


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PAINT 


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It  is  not  surprising  that  its  use  is  so  general  when  you  consider 
the  full  mea.sure  of  protection  it  affords.   Made  according  to  the 

its    proper 

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application    always 
beautiful   and  last- 


its  purity,  its  durability,  and 
scientifically  correct  formula. 


Fresco-Tone  —  For     Wall 
ami   Celling  decoration. 
China-Lac— For       staining 
furniture,  woodwork,  bric- 
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B-H  English  Enamel—  A 
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Interior  decoration. 
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You  can  make  your  home 
stand  out  among  the  many  by 
the  use  of  a  suitable  combina- 
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Fifty  different  .shades  to  choose 
from 

Our  agent  in  your  vicinity  will 
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This  China-Lac 
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It  tells  In  an  Interesting 
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which  you  can  put  "China- 
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wonderful  home-heautifler 
for  best  results.  Shows 
how  conchisiyely  that  a  suuill 
investment  in  a  tin  of  China- 
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repay  you  many  times  over  in 
the  like-new  effect  it  gives  to 
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TS  it  not  wortli  soniethinf;  to 
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annoyances — to  hav*  a  pair 
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ably booted  that  yon  have  no 
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She  Was  a  Peach! 

Continued  from  page  37. 

Ig-a-loo,  the  ferocious  wild  man  from 
the  jungles  of  the  Phillipines,  was  the 
star  passage.  If  you  were  an  initiated 
skeptic  you  got  one  long  hearty  laugh 
out  of  it;  if  you  were  uninitiated  you  got 
a  genuine  thrill.  Ordinarily  Ontarioville 
led  the  simple  and  peaceful  life  not  con- 
ducive to  initiation  in  such  matters.  Re- 
sult: new  fascination  in  the  lurid  canvas 
depicting  Ig-a-loo  tearing  'em  "limb  from 
limb." 

Horrify  'em?  It  was  an  important  part 
of  Mr.  Shoebottom's  plan  so  to  do.  The 
group  in  front  of  the  Wild  Man  show  saw 
him  first.  Fat  women,  thin  women,  con- 
traltos, sopranos  and  mezzos  joined  in 
one  piercing  shriek  of  terror  that  froze 
every  bit  of  animation  on  the  grounds  ex- 
cept the  merry-go-round.  Every  eye 
switched  to  a  single  focus.  Every  idle 
boot  stuck  in  its  tracks. 

Except  in  the  vicinity  of  the  WildMan 
show.  In  that  particular  neighborhood 
everybody  who  wasn't  lying  prone  in  a 
dead  faint  was  animated  with  frantic 
zeal  and  shoeleather  was  certainly  earn- 
ing its  living.  At  the  one  fell  yell  with 
which  Mr.  Shoebottom  had  declared  war 
he  shot  three  women,  so  to  speak,  who  lay 
huddled  on  the  grass  while  the  rest  of 
the  enemy  fled  in  all  directions. 

For  as  enemies  he  must  regard  all 
mankind  for  the  next  little  while;  no- 
body knew  better  than  Mr.  Shoebottom 
that  his  undertaking  was  studded  at 
every  turn  with  possibilities  much  more 
dangerous  than  the  spikes  of  his  war- 
club.  Nevertheless  his  second  yell  was 
not  only  blood-curdling;  it  was  so  aggres- 
sive that  nobody  who  heard  it  could 
doubt  for  a  moment  but  that  he  meant 
business,  brisk  business.  That  second 
whoop  was  meant  to  reach  the  farthest 
ear  on  the  grounds  and  with  satisfac- 
tion Mr.  Shoebottom  noted  from  the  tail 
of  his  eye  that  the  three  occupants  of  the 
blue  automobile  were  standing  on  the 
seats,  craning  their  necks. 

He  was  cutting  across  for  the  opposite 
side  of  the  grounds  in  such  a  manner  that 
there  was  no  danger  of  the  automobile 
intercepting  him.  The  course  lay  clear 
before  him.  It  was  as  if  he  were  the 
stern  of  a  great  ocean  liner  with  the 
prow  cleaving  passage  a  long  way  ahead 
of  him  and  rolling  back  two  widening 
waves  of  humanity  in  a  smother  of  flying 
lingerie. 

He  was  dimly  aware  of  accidents  at 
sea — of  an  old  lady  taking  a  bath  in  a 
tub  of  pink  lemonade;  of  a  jabbering 
Italian  picking  up  spilled  peanuts  like  a 
monkey,  of  a  dressing-tent  bowled  over, 
exposing  a  performer  in  a  state  of  under- 
wear and  profanity.  But  always  Mr. 
Shoebottom  kept  an  eye  on  the  blue  auto- 
mobile and  as  he  noted  the  three  men 
jump  out  suddenly  and  start  after  him  at 
top  speed  he  unloosened  another  whoop. 

He  was  nearing  the  skirts  of  the  show- 
grounds. A  brave  man  swept  his  lady- 
love into  the  safety  zone  and  yanking  up  a 
tent  stake,  leaped  directly  in  the  path  of 
the  on-coming  terror.  Mr.  Shoebottom 
whirled  his  war-club,  opened  his  eyes  till 
the  whites  showed  and  spurted  for  him 
with  a  wild  yell  of  joy.  ; 

The  brave  man  rocked  uncertainly  on  j 
the  craven  brink  of  cowardice — dropped  \ 
the  tent  stake — spurned  the  earth  and  ! 
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10 


HE  SWUNG  into  Main  street  with  a 
battle-cry  that  fairly  dripped  with  i 
gory  desire.  The  show  ground  crowd  was 
behind  him  now.  He  took,  to  the  centre 
of  the  road,  running  free.  Directly  in 
front  of  him  loomed  an  arch,  built  of 
cedars.  Across  the  top  of  it  stretched  a 
banner,  advising:  "THE  TOWN  IS 
YOURS." 

It  certainly  was.    Mr.  Shoebottom  could 
see  right  down  the  street  as  far  as  the  I 
post-office.     The   sidewalks   were  full  of  i 
people,   making   for   the   showgrounds, — 
happy  laughing   people,   wearing  badges  ' 
and   gay   ribbons  and   summer   parasols. 
It  was  a  gala  vista — and  it  was  all  his! 
For  swift  as  he  was  traveling,  the  news 
that  this  was   not  some   unique  kind  of 
game  was  beating  him  by  wireless.     He 
could  see  the  sudden  wave  of  excitement 
rolling  along  a  full  block  ahead  and  hear 
the  C.  Q.  D.  of  it  crackling  on  all  sides. 

From  the  face  of  another  cedar  arch 
stared  a  second  legend:  ONTARIO- 
VILLE  IS  WAKING  UP."  Mr.  Shoe- 
bottom  went  under  it  at  top  speed. 

And  ran  straight  into  a  brass  band. 
It  was  swinging  in  from  a  side  street. 
The  tune  was,  "Oh  You  Beautiful  Doll!" 
In  less  time  than  it  takes  to  read  about 
it  the  sawdust  began  to  run  out  of  the 
"Beautiful  Doll"  and  poor  dollie  passed  , 
away  in  a  series  of  horn  wail.sj  and  clari- 
onet squeaks. 

Mr.  Shoebottom  swerved  to  one  side  in 
an  effort  to  pass  and  ran  foul  of  the  drum 
end  of  the  outfit.  To  make  the  thing 
more  interesting  he  swung  his  war-club 
and  very  neatly  punctured  the  bass 
drum.  The  blow  knocked  the  drummer 
over,  so  that  he  fell  on  his  stomach  and. 
being  buckled  to  his  drum,  rolled  a  physi- 
cal-culture somersault,  his  drumstick  fly- 
ing from  his  hand  and  diving  up  the 
yawning  spout  of  the  bass  horn.  The 
man  with  the  kettle-d^um  struck  savage- 
ly and  bruised  the  atmosphere,  receiving 
in  exchange  a  punch  on  the  nose  which 
landed  him  in  the  gutter,  boiling  over. 

On  flew  Ig-a-loo! 

"HOW   ARE    YOU,   OLD    BOY?"   en-  ;, 
quired  a  third  streamer. 

"Pretty  well  thanks,"  grinned  Mr. 
Shoebottom. 

r>  Y  this  time  quite  a  crowd  was  in  pur- 
-*^    suit.      But   this   did    not   worry   the  , 
grotesque  object  of  it.     He  had  tried  pro- 
fessional   long-distance    running    before 
the  recent  events  which  turned  him  into 
a  Wild  Man  of  the  Jungle  and  as  yet  he  ; 
had  not  been  smoking  enough  to  affect  his 
wind.    He  increased  his  pace.    If  he  could 
get  through  the  town  safely  he  felt  con-  ; 
fident  of  success.  ' 

But  he  wasn't  through  yet.  Directly 
ahead  he  suddenly  became  aware  of  a 
string  of  men  in  linen  dusters  and  wide-  i 
brimmed  straw  hats  of  the  type  Maud 
Muller's  father  wore  during  the  haying 
season.  Thev  carried  a  banner  and  were 
parading  to  the  grounds.  It  was  a  dele- 
gation of  Ontarioville  Old  Boys — the 
delegation  from  Chicago,  fresh  from  their 
train.  And  they  were  of  the  Inititated  and 
full  of  skepticism  regarding  "Wild  Men." 

At  once  Mr.  Shoebottom  changed  his 
tactics.  He  slackened  his  speed  and  ap- 
proached them  at  the  jog  trot  of  a  long- 
distance runner,  waving  his  hand  in  greet- 
ing; for  they  had  halted  and  while  they 
were  laughing  good-humoredly  at  his 
"get-up,"  there  was  real  danger  of  them 
playfully  trying  to  stop  him. 

"Clear  the  track,  boys."  sang  out  Mr. 


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Will  Do  The  Work 


HAVR  built  a  m*  "19:0"  Power  Washing 
Machine.  I  consider  this  machine  the  mast 
wonflei-fnl  washer  ever  put  on  the  market. 
Riiilt  entirely  of  high  qniility  :5htet  copper. 
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miidt.  It  is  constrnt-tifl  on  a  brand  new  principle. 
ami  I  will  Ruarantee  liiat  'his  machine  wUl  not 
tear  clothes,  break  buttons  or  fray  the  edges  of  the 
most  delicate  fabric.  It  will  wa.sh  everything  from 
heavy  blankets  to  the  finest  lace  without  damage  In 
tlie  goods. 

Thi.s  new  "19X'"   washing  machine  can  be  conneclcl 
with   any  electric  so<-het   instantly  and  is  started  and' 
stojijH'd  by  a  •"little  twist  o^  the  wrist,"  and  it  will 
do  your  wa-shing  for  2  rents  a  week.      ^ 
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in    the  most   complete  and   approve^!   manner,   let  ns 
ten    you      al>ont      our     thoronrfily     i)ractical    moloi 
driven,    self-heated    iron    machines. 
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run    by    water   or   electric    power.       On    all    of   these 
machin<-s  the  motor  will   run   the  wringer  too.      Jnst 
feed    in    the    clothes    and    this    power    wringer    will* 
'•-quee/e  the  water  out  so  quickly  and  easily  yoM  will 
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money  and  labor  every  week-      The  oiitfl'   consists  of 
washer    and    wringer    and    either    electric    or    wat^r 
motor,    as   you    nrefer,    and    I    guarantee   the    pel'f^T( 
working   of   each. 

I  will  send  my  machine  on  3^  days'  free  trial.  You 
do  not  need  to  pay  a  penny  nntil  yon  are  satisfifd 
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Address    me    personally. 

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1900  Washer  Company 

357   Yonge  Street  TORONTO 


108 


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Shoebottom  with  a  wide  grin.  "Calithum- 
pian  road  race,  you  know.  I'm  ahead  so 
far.  For  the  love  of  Mike  keep  those 
mutts  back,  fellows!"  He  came  almost  to 
a  standstill  as  he  pointed  back  at  the 
rabble  in  the  rear.  "They're  queering 
this  race  an'  I  don't  want  it  protested. 
Why  don't  the  fools  give  the  other  run- 
ners a  chance!" 

It  was  the  right  spirit,  the  sportsman- 
like spirit,  the  Chicago  spirit!  With  one 
accord  the  whole  delegation  charged  at 
the  crowd.  Chuckling,  Mr.  Shoebottom 
jogged  through  their  ranks.  It  was  his 
opportunity.  Up  a  side  street  he  sped  as 
fast  as  he  could  go. 

"We're  proud  of  you,"  flapped  a  fourth 
banner. 

"Not  yet,  but  soon,"panted  Mr.  Shoe- 
bottom. 

/^  VER  a  hedge  he  went,  across  a  lawn, 
^^  over  a  back  fence  into  a  back  lane. 
A  servant  girl,  balancing  a  pan  of  dirty 
water  at  the  kitchen  door,  took  one  horri- 
fied look  and  promptly  fell  down  the 
steps.  Mr.  Shoebottom  was  modest  and 
be  it  said  to  his  credit  he  did  not  look 
around.  It  was  his  chance  now  to  shake 
off  pursuit  for  a  breathihg  space.  It  was 
very  necessary  that  he  lose  himself  for  a 
short  time  as  there  was  work  to  be  done 
— dirty  work!  Even  as  the  snake  in  the 
grass  sh^ds  its  skin  in  the  spring  of  the 
year,  even  so  must  Ig-a-loo  shift  the  in- 
creasing burden  of  his  wildness. 

He  sprinted  out  into  a  back  street  and 
noted  that  off  to  the  left  it  ended  in  a 
common.  He  swerved  towards  it.  He 
had  reached  the  outskirts  at  last  and  the 
thing  was  assuming  the  simplified  form 
of  spelling. 

He  even  stopped  for  a  moment  to  get 
his  bearings.  Not  far  away  a  creek  wan- 
dered around,  bragging  to  water-cress  of 
its  ability  to  cleanse.  A  well-worn  path 
ran  straight  across  the  common,  an  evi- 
dent short-cut  to  town  for  residents  of  the 
South-End.  His  eye  travelled  along  it 
like  lightning.  And  like  lightning  he 
dropped  into  the  long  grass  behind  some 
shrubbery. 

For  Ig-a-loo  was  on  the  hunt! 

'"p  HE  man  had  just  turned  into  the  path 
■^  from  a  side  street.  He  came  along 
with  his  head  bent,  jauntily  switching  at 
the  grass  with  his  cane.  He  was  dressed 
in  a  silk  plug  hat  and  a  long-tailed  after- 
noon coat  of  the  latest  cut.  On  one  lapel 
of  it  was  a  white  flower ;  on  the  other  flut- 
tered a  bright  crimson  Committee  Badge. 
He  wore  a  white  vest  with  pearl  buttons ; 
he  wore  pearl-gray  trousers;  he  carried 
pearl-gray  gloves  in  his  hand. 

"My  meat!"  growled  Ig-a-loo  hungrily. 

He  waited  till  the  worthy  citizen  reach- 
ed a  spot  where  a  thick  fringe  of  shrub- 
bery skirted  the  path  for  some  distance. 
It  was  a  desirable  spot,  a  safe  spot,  too 
near  the  centre  of  the  common  for  escape. 

Then  arose  Mr.  Shoebottom  with  a 
hoarse  yell.  He  literally  streamed  down 
upon  his  victim,  coarse  black  hair  flow- 
ing backward  with  the  wind  of  his  going. 
He  was  a  terrible  sight. 

So  was  the  other  fellow.  He  swung  at 
anchor.  His  long  legs  wobbled.  He  was 
scared  dumb.  Completely  unhinged  with 
fright,  his  long,  thin  face  turned  a  dirty 
greenish  yellow  as  when  one  voyages  upon 
troubled  waters.  He  resembled  tooth- 
paste in  a  collapsible  tube. 

His  can  shook  as  he  raised  it  in  feeble 
defence,  but  one  sweep  of  the  terrible  war- 


club  sent  it  skyrocketing,  With  a  thud 
Mr.  Shoebottom's  two  powerful  hands 
came  down  upon  the  narrow  bony  should- 
ers. Unceremoniously  he  yanked  the 
gentleman  off  his  feet  and  dragged  him 
behind  the  bushes. 

"I'm  a  des-s-sperate  man!"  hissed  Mr. 
Shoebottom  tensely.  "One  peep  out  o'  yuh 
an'  I'll  br-r-ram  yuh!     Peel  yourself!" 

To  facilitate  matters  he  tossed  the  plug 
hat  and  the  gloves  to  the  grass  and  pulled 
off  the  long-tailed  afternoon  coat  of  lat- 
est cut. 

"You  get  me?  I  want  your  clo'es  an'  I 
want  'em  quicker'n  blazes!" 

T"^  HE  gentleman  evidently  had  read 
-■■  somewhere  that  it  is  always  best  to 
humor  a  madman.  He  undressed  faster 
than  he  ever  got  ready  for  bed  in  his  life,, 
muttering,  imploring,  begging  for  mercy 
in  abject  terror,  once  a  hasty  glance  con- 
vinced him  that  there  was  no  help  in  sight. 

"Here,  you !  Get  into  those  panties  an' 
fix  this  skin  belt  on  top  of  'em.  Tighten 
it  up ;  it'll  help  you  to  run  faster.  Quick, 
you  ossified  kangaroo,  or  I'll  kuh-ill  yuh! 
Me  reg-lar  diet's  the  hearts  o'  young 
children  an'  I  aint  had  nothin'  to  eat  for 
a  week!    If  yuh  go  tfyin' to  get  away — !" 

He  glared  menace  at  the  cringing 
wretch,  grabbed  up  the  pile  of  clothes 
and  retired  to  the  creek  which  just  here 
circled  conveniently  behind  the  bushes  and 
was  not  more  than  a  couple  of  yards  away. 
Mr.  Shoebottom  performed  his  ablutions 
with  commendable  haste  and  dressed  him- 
self ditto. 

With  everything  on  but  the  top  hat  and 
the  coat,  which  wouldn't  fit,  he  eyed  the 
grovelling  scare-crow  before  him  with 
supreme  disgust. 

"Stow  it,  you  poor  ninny!  I  ain't  goin' 
to  hurt  your  measly  hide.  It's  only  wal- 
nut stain.  If  I  had  a  brush  I  could  make 
a  slicker  job  of  it,  but  I'll  do  the  best  I 
can  for  you.    Stand  still!" 

In  another  minute  the  can  of  walnut 
stain  was  empty  and  Mr.  Shoebottom 
stepped  back  to  criticize  his  art  with  no 
little  satisfaction,  wiping  his  fingers  on 
the  grass. 

"You're  too  puny  for  the  part,  but  you'll 
do.  Tigilinus,"  he  nodded.  "Great  Scott! 
he's  ba-ald!" 

'Tp  HE  victim  was.  He  hadn't  a  hair 
■*•  between  him  and  heaven.  The  toupe 
slid  to  the  ground,  revealing  a  dome  that 
rose  to  a  blunt  peak,  white  in  the  sun- 
shine. When  Mr.  Shoebottom  tried  on  the 
wig  of  long,  coarse  black  hair  that  had 
once  switched  flies  from  the  flanks  of  an 
old  nag  it  was  much  too  loose. 

So  he  sat  down,  kicked  off  the  patent- 
leathers  and  yanked  at  the  pearl-gray 
socks  without  hesitation.  He  worked 
rapidly;  for  if  the  growing  rumpus  over 
in  the  nearest  street  meant  anything, 
there  was  occasion  for  haste. 

On  went  the  boots  again,  tight  as  they 
were  for  him,  and  hurriedly  knotting  the 
socks  together,  he  passed  them  over  the 
wig  and  tied  the  ends  tightly  beneath  the 
miserable  and  speechless  wretch's  point- 
ed chin. 

"Better  take  along  the  clu6,  Ig.  You 
may  need  it  for  defense,"  grinned  Mr. 
Shoebottom  more  genially.  "Now — you 
may  go,  Caius  Cassius." 

"You! — you! — !"  sputtered  the  speci- 
men with  some  show  of  returning  consci- 
ousness. 

"Never  mind  that!"  snapped  Mr.  Shoe- 
bottom.    "I  slipped  my  revolver  into  this 


pants'  pocket  an'  I  got  you  covered,"  and 
he  stuck  one  finger  against  the  cloth  to 
prove  it.  "Now  ^it!  Beat  it!  Flee! — for 
your  life!  In  one  minute  I'll  pull  the 
trigger !" 

Ig-a-loo  the  Second  was  a  swift  sprint- 
er. From  the  concealment  of  the  bushes 
Mr.  Shoebottom  studied  his  action  with 
admiration.  The  next  moment  the  pur- 
suing crowd  reached  the  common  and  a 
great  roar  went  up  at  sight  of  the  flying 
figure.  After  it  pelted  the  whole  howl- 
ing mob.  Ig-a-loo  the  Second  threw  one 
agonized  look  over  his  shoulder  —  and 
took  wing. 

"D  REATHLESSLY  Mr.  Arbuthnot 
■*^  Shoebottom  watched  till  the  chase 
swung  out  of  sight  and  there  was  left 
nothing  but  a  straggling  tail  of  puffing 
fat  parties,  then  he  fell  weakly  over  on 
his  back,  kicked  up  his  heels  and  laughed 
till  he  ached.  The  very  daring  of  his 
plan  had  proved  the  simplicity  of  its  suc- 
cess. He  had  set  the  whole  town  by  the 
ears  and  created  a  disturbance  which 
was  diverting  Messrs.  Nelles  et  al.  very 
effectively. 

But  Mr.  Shoebottom  knew  better  than 
to  stop  rowing  before  his  boat  bumped 
shore  and  a  very  few  minutes  found  him 
walking  Up  Oxford  St.,  looking  for  No. 
356. 

FORTUNE  favored  him.  As  he  turned 
■*■  in  at  the  gate  Crawford  himself  was 
just  saying  good-bye  to  his  wife  on  the 
verendah  steps,  blithely  on  his  way  to 
the  appointment  down  town.  Before  Mr. 
Shoebottom  got  half  through  with  his 
story,  however,  the  young  farmer's  jaw 
was  set  and  he  looked  like  the  saucer  for 
a  cup  of  trouble,  dark  pattern,  while  as 
for  the  "peach" — it  was  a  caution  how 
pretty  she  looked  when  she  was  mad.  Mr. 
Shoebottom's  speech  became  slightly  inco- 
herent as  he  watched  her.  Maybe  she 
wasn't  a  queen  for  fair! 

"It  was  a  tribute  to  his  sincerity  that 
neither  Crawford  nor  his  wife  questioned 
the  truth  of  his  statements.  He  had  a 
way  with  him,  Mr.  Shoebottom,  and  he 
convinced  them  without  revealing  the  fact 
that  he  "ate  'em  alive"  for  a  living, 
thereby  avoiding  the  necessity  of  return- 
ing the  red  tam-o'-shanter.  That  Mr. 
Shoebottom  had  every  intention  of  keep- 
ing as  a  souvenir  and  a  mascot. 

Waving  aside  their  expressions  of  gra- 
titude, he  made  for  the  gate.  Without 
undue  haste,  but  without  wasting  precious 
time,  Mr.  Shoebottom  hied  him  to  the 
railroad  track  just  south  of  the  town  and 
walked  thereon  for  a  few  miles,  carrying 
the  long-tailed  coat  on  his  arm — he  had 
told  the  Crawfords  several  times  that  it 
was  warm  weather  they  were  having — 
till  he  reached  the  Junction.  There  he 
boarded  the  first  train  that  came  along 
and  bought  a  ticket  from  the  conductor 
that  took  him  as  far  as  the  first  city  up 
the  line. 

/^  NCE  there,  he  hunted  up  a  pawn- 
^^  broker  and  transfererd  to  a  neat 
servicable  business  suit  in  exchange  for 
the  "glad  rags,"  procuring  also  some  silk 
hosiery;  there  was  a  gold  watch,  which 
he  pawned  for  cash,  and  a  roll  of  bills 
which  didn't  need  pawning.  Then  Mr. 
Shoebottom  treated  himself  to  a  good  din- 
ner and  went  to  a  moving-picture  show. 
Later  in  the  evening  he  boarded  the  In- 
ternational   Express   and   read   a   news- 


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paper  till  they  were  safely  through  the 
town  of  Ontarioville. 

Later  still,  when  he  was  finally  satisfied 
that  the  commercial  traveller  who  got  on 
there  and  was  sharing  the  smoking-com- 
partment  with  him  was  really  what  he 
appeared  to  be,  Mr.  Shoebottom  permit- 
ted himself  to  relax. 

"How's  business?"  he  ventured  with  a 
smile,  seeing  that  his  vis-a-vis  seemed 
inclined  to  talk. 

"Punk!  You  couldn't  sell  ten-dollar 
bills  for  a  dollar  in  that  town  back  there 
— not  this  week,  not  in  regular  lines.  Old 
Boy  demonstration,  you  know." 

"Oh.  that  30?" 

"An'  say,  talk  about  cutting  things 
loose!  I  never  laughed  so  much  in  all 
my  life  as  I  did  this  afternoon."  And 
the  genial  drummer  slapped  his  thigh. 

"How's  that?"  enquired  Mr.  Shoebot- 
tom with  mild  interest. 

"Why,  the  Wild  Man  belongin'  to  the 
3treet-fair  show  outfit  broke  loose  an'  ran 
all  over  the  scenery  an'  then  some  with 
half  the  town  chasing  him.  Didn't  have 
any  too  much  on  in  the  way  of  clothes, 


y'understand,  an'  say,  it  was  funny!" 
He  went  off  into  a  roar  of  laughter. 

"That  would  be  kind  of  funny,  I  should 
imagine,"  grinned  Mr.  Shoebottom. 

"The  richest  part  of  it  was,  though, 
that  the  son-of-a-gun  got  hold  of  one  of 
the  prominent  citizens  of  the  burg,  backed 
him  into  a  corner  somewhere,  swiped  his 
clothes  an'  painted  him  up  to  look  like 
him.  Mob  didn't  tumble  to  it  till  they'd 
chased  the  wrong  man  clean  down  town. 
Somebody  had  got  excited  enough  to  ring 
in  a  fire-alarm  an'  the  hose  was  out.  They 
turned  it  loose  on  what  they  thought  was 
the  Wild  Man  an'  the  paint  came  off  him 
in  streaks.  The  water  blew  the  wig  off 
an'  Lordy!  when  they  got  through,  there 
was  that  bald-headed  sneak.  Fennel, 
swearing  blue  mur " 

"Pardon  me.  Would  you  mind  repeat- 
ing that  last  part?"  interrupted  Mr.  Shoe- 
bottom  gently.  "Who  did  you  say  it  was?" 

"Fennel,  the  lawyer.    Why,  know  him?" 

Mr.  Shoebottom  proffered  his  cigar 
case. 

"Have  a  smoke,"  he  suggested  affably. 
"Take  two  of  'em." 


A  Canadian  Prisoner  at  Ruhleben 


Continued  fr&m  jxige  14. 


by  the  other  members  of  the  camp  and 
excluded  from  the  football  field  and  other 
amusements.  We  were  never  able  to 
learn  whut  object  the  authorities  had  in 
bringing  about  this  separation,  for  we 
were  very  pleased  indeed  that  the  "P. 
G.'s"  were  no  better  treated  than  the  rest 
of  us.  Certainly  no  special  concessions 
were  mad«  for  them. 

"\X/"  E  HAD  to  be  very  careful  what  we 
^  *  said  and  did.  There  were  a  noimber 
of  seamen  among  us  who  were  rough  and 
outspoken  in  their  language.  As  there 
was  always  plenty  of  provocation  for 
outbursts,  we  were  continually  in  fear 
that  these  hardy  sons  of  Neptune  would 
start  something  which  would  inivolve  the 
whole  camp  in  trouble.  On  one  occasion 
they  did.  A  sailor,  goaded  to  exaspera- 
tion, referred  to  the  "bloody  Germans," 
in  the  overhearing  of  one  of  the  "P.G.'s" 
who  very  promptly  carried  it  to  head- 
quarters. 

The  result  was  an  "appell."  The  com- 
manding officer  walked  from  one  group  of 
prisoners  to  the  next,  and  harangued  us 
somewhat  to  this  effect: 

"Somebody  has  used  the  expression 
'bloody  Germans.'  This  is  an  insult!  I 
return  it  to  you,  'bloody  Englishmen!' 
We  did  not  begin  this  war,  but,  thank 
Godi,  we  are  going  to  finish  it." 

He  went  on  in  a  similar  vein,  working 
himself  up  into  a  pretty  rage.  The 
offender  could  not  be  found,  however,  and 
finally,  when  the  commander  had  cooled 
down  a  little,  the  captains  went  to  him 
and  explained  that  the  word  was  not 
really  one  of  contempt.  It  was,  they 
explained,  a  contraction  for,  "By  our 
Lady,"  and  had  been  at  one  time,  an  ex- 
pression of  respect  rather  than  of  deri- 
sion. This  proved  quite  satisfactory  to 
the  officer,  who  laughed  heartily  and 
finally  let  the  matter  blow  over. 

But  a  more  serious  case  occurred  short- 
ly afterwards.  Our  jailors  liked  to  "rub 
it  in,"  whenever  German  successes  were 
announced.    They  had  erected  a  huge  flag 


staff,  and,  whenever  anything  out  of  the 
ordinary  occurred,  up  went  the  flag.  On 
the  Kaiser's  birthday,  a  special  celebra- 
tion was  planned  and  we  were  all  sum- 
moned to  witness  the  raising  of  the  flag. 
It  had  hardly  reached  the  top  when  the 
rope  snapped  and  the  flag  toppled  to  the 
ground.  Somebody,  obviously,  had  tamp- 
ered with  the  line. 

There  was  a  tremendous  row,  of  course. 
This  was  lese  viajcste,  the  unforgive- 
able  sin.  "Appell"  was  immediately 
sounded  and  we  were  all  lined  up  and  in- 
terrogated. The  culprit,  needless  to  state, 
did  not  come  forward.  Accordingly,  we 
were  all  ordered  back  into  our  barracks 
and  forbidden  to  leave  them  until  the 
guilty  party  had  confessed  his  crime. 
Smoking  was  prohibited.  We  remained 
•  indoors  the  whole  day  with  nothing  to  do 
and  lynx-eyed  guards  watching  every 
move  we  made,  eager  to  pounce  upon  us 
for  any  offence.  In  the  evening  a  depu- 
tation of  the  captains  went  into  the  com- 
mander and  expressed  deep  regret  at 
what  had  occurred.  They  threw  out  the 
suggestion  that  the  affair  had  been  an 
accident.  The  authorities  finally  accepted 
this, explanation  of  the  affair  and  we  were 
allowed  to  leave  our  barracks  the  next 
morning.  The  affair  has  always  re- 
mained a  mystery.  But  we  all  felt  sure 
that  it  had  not  been  an  accident. 

We  were  punished  for  the  smallest 
offences,  such  as  disobeying  a  non-com, 
not  getting  up  in  the  morning  at  the  ap- 
pointed time,  not  being  indoors  after  the 
order  for  retiring  had  been  given,  etc. 
For  such  offences  we  were  given  solitary 
confinement  with  bread  and  water,  rang- 
ing in  length  from  24  to  72  hours.  Graver 
offences  such  as  letter  smuggling,  at- 
tempts to  escape,  etc.,  were  dealt  with  by 
a  species  of  court  martial.  The  culprits 
were  usually  sent  for  a  few  weeks  or 
months  imprisonment  in  the  Stadtvogtei 
at  Berlin. 

Attempts  at  escape  were  made  more 
or   less   regularly,   by   the   bolder   spirit.. 


in  camp.  I  recall  several  instances,  pai- 
ticularly.  There  were  two  young  ship 
boys  who  had  been  gathered  into  the  net 
at  Hamburg  when  war  broke  out.  They 
fretted  greatly  at  the  confinement.  The 
monotony  of  camp  played  upon  their  ard- 
ent young  spirits  to  such  an  extent  that 
they  finalLv  decided  to  make  an  attempt  to 
get  away. 

"Got  to  get  out  o'  this,  Fred,"  said  one 
of  them,  a  lad  of  fifteen.  "I'd  just  as 
soon  be  run  through  with  a  bayn't  as  to 
stay  and  rot  around  this  hole." 

So  they  slipped  away  one  day,  getting 
by  the  guards  who  did  not  pay  much  at- 
tention to  such  mere  lads.  Neither  of 
them  could  speak  a  word  of  German. 
They  pi-obably  didn't  have  half  a  crown 
between  them.  And  certainly  they  had 
no  knowledge  of  the  country  into  which 
they  so  intrepidly  plungedi. 

Needless  to  state,  they  were  recap- 
tured the  same  day  and  brought  back  very 
tired,  very  muddy  and  very  disgusted ; 
but  as  full  of  fight  as  young  game  cocks. 
They  got  72  hours  solitary  confinement  on 
bread  and  water  for  their  pains. 

Another  daring  attempt  was  made  by 
a  poor  fellow  who  apparently  was  not 
quite  sane.  He  managed  to  slip  out  of 
camp  with  a  working  gang  and  his  ab- 
sence was  not  detected.  At  any  rate,  no 
hue  and  cry  was  raised. 

He  walked  openly  to  Spand;au  and 
jauntily  sought  out  the  railway  station. 
Slapping  some  English  money  on  the 
counter,  he  demanded : 

"Ticket  to  London,  please." 

He  was  promptly  taken  in  charge  and 
sent  back  to  camp.  After  some  delay, 
during  which  time  we  wondered  what 
would  be  done  with  him,  fearing  the 
worst,  he  was  sent  on  to  Berlin.  We  never 
heard  of  him  afterward. 

After  that  the  authorities  grew  very 
angry  and  we  were  warned  that  if  any 
again  attempted  to  escape,  they  would  be 
court-martialed  and  shot. 

THE  food  that  was  provided  for  us  by 
the  authorities  was  just  enough  to 
keep  us  alive.  If  we  had  been  solely  de- 
pendent upon  it  we  would  have  been  in  a 
very  sorry  plight  indeed.  In  the  morn- 
ings, we  received  a  bowl  of  black  liquid 
supposed  to  be  coffee  and  which,  it  is 
true,  had  a  taste  and  odor  that  faintly 
suggested  that  beverage.  As  we  had  to 
tramp  a  long  distance  to  the  kitchen  to 
get  it,  when  we  got  back  to  the  barracks 
it  was  almost  too  cold  to  drink.  For  din- 
ner we  were  served  with  a  soup  made 
from  vegetables  and  to  a  small  extent 
from  meat.  For  supper  we  usually  had 
baked  potatoes  and  a  bowl  of  black  tea. 
Twice  a  week  we  obtained  a  small  piece 
of  liver  sausage  or  a  bloater.  Each  day 
they  gave  us  a  small  slab  of  bread  which 
consisted  chiefly  of  potatoes.  Happily 
we  received  a  good  many  parcels  from 
England  so  that  we  did  not  starve.  There 
were  a  good  many  poor  fellows,  however, 
who  had  neither  friends  nor  money  and 
so  had  to  subsist  on  the  camp  diet.  The 
negroes  suffered  a  great  deal  in  this  re- 
spect. It  was  touching  to  see  them  going 
from  barrack  to  barrack,  begging  for 
bread.     We  helped  them  all  we  could. 

And  while  we  thus  eked  out  a  meagrf 
existence,  the  Berlin  newspapers  pub- 
lished articles  frequently  which  showed 
that  we  were  living  like  lords  and  feeding 
on  the  fat  of  the  land!  Sometimes  we 
found  amusement  in  reading  these  art- 
icles, but  I  cannot  say  that  we  ever  waxed 


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very  hilarious  over  them.  One  does  not 
laugh  loudly  on  an  empty  stomach. 

OUT  THE  discomforts  we  suffered 
'■-^  from  all  these  sources  were  as  noth- 
ing compared  to  what  we  experienced 
when  winter  set  in.  No  tongue  could  tell 
of  the  misery  of  the  camp  during  that 
first  winter;  no  pen  could  depict  our  suf- 
ferings. Picture  a  band  of  ill-nourished 
men  huddling  together  in  a  poorly  heated 
and  damp  stable  almosrt  without  light! 
Conceive,  if  you  can,  of  this  being  re- 
peated day  in  and  day  out,  week  in  and 
week  out,  month  in  and  month  out.  The 
winter  was  long  and  bitterly  cold.  We 
suffered  so  much  that  we  became  apathe- 
tic and  passed  the  time  in  a  condition 
almost  of  coma. 

The  buildings  were  not  heated  during 
the  first  few  weeks  of  the  winter  season. 
When  the  heating  apparatus  had  at  last 
been  set  up,  it  did  not  provide  much 
warmth.  The  only  place  where  we  could 
feel  in  any  way  comfortable  and  warm 
was  in  bed.  So  to  bed  we  often  crawled 
as  early  as  six  o'clock.  We  had  no  lights 
in  our  boxes  and  were  dependent  entirely 
upon  the  electric  bulbs  in  the  gangway 
of  the  stables.  It  was  impossible  to  read 
or  do  any  work  in  the  evenings.  We 
didn't  talk  much,  as  we  sat  around  after 
dark.  It  was  too  cold  and  dark  and  de- 
pressed. We  just  sat  quietly  and  thought; 
sometimes  we  didn't  even  think.     .     . 

At  that  we  were  better  off  than  the  poor 
fellows  up  in  the  lofts.  They  spent  most 
of  their  time  in  semi-darkness  and  were 
colder,  if  possible,  than  we  were. 

To  make  things  worse,  wet  weather 
always  turned  the  grounds  into  a  verit- 
able swamp.  The  journeys  to  and  from 
the  kitchen  for  food  became  odysseys 
fraught  with  peril.  We  would  come  back 
with  our  clothes  soaked  and  caked  with 
thick  Ruhleben  mud  and  our  hands  full 
of  thin  Ruhleben  food.  The  seamen  took 
this  phase  of  our  daily  life  better  than 
the  rest  of  it.  Most  of  them  had  their 
oilskins  and  sea  boots  and  in  these  they 
used  to  slosh  around  in  the  wet  quite 
contentedly.  The  camp  sometimes  for 
that  reason  used  to  look  like  a  fishing  vil- 
lage. 

Not  even  the  wet  and  the  cold  and  the 
hunger  could  banish  entirely  the  Eng- 
lish sense  of  humor.  I  remember  one 
occasion  when  an  inspection  of  the  camp 
by  the  officers  of  the  Berlin  Kommandatur 
was  announced.  The  great  Von  Kessel 
himself,  commander  of  Berlin,  was  to 
come.  It  was  very  wet  just  at  the  time 
and  the  grounds  were  feet  deep  in  water. 
Some  of  the  sailors  painted  notices  and 
put  them  up  near  the  deepest  places.  "No 
mixed  bathing  allowed  here";  "Fishing 
positively  prohibited,"  etc.  One  of  the 
sailors  sat  down  by  the  side  of  the  pond 
in  the  drizzling  rain  and  proceeded  to 
fish.  Just  as  the  officers  proceeded,  Von 
Kessel  leading,  he  gravely  landed  an  old 
bloater  which  he  had  saved  up  for  the 
occasion. 

^T  HROUGH  it  all  our  communication 
with  the  outside  world  was  very  inter- 
mittent and  scanty.  We  were  permitted 
to  write  two  letters  and  four  postcards  a 
month.  The  letters  and  cards  that  went 
to  England  or  any  other  country  outside 
Germany  for  that  matter,  were  always 
held  ten  days  before  being  dispatched. 
This  was  done,  as  a  safeguard  against 
military  information  being  sent  out  in  any 


way.  The  railways  passed  the  camp  and 
we  could  often  observe  the  passage  of 
troop  trains.  Mail  was  delivered  at  a 
certain  time  each  day  and  that  hour  be- 
came by  long  odds  the  most  important 
event  of  the  day. 

No  visitors  were  permitted  into  the 
camp.  Although  many  of  the  wives  and 
families  of  the  prisoners  resided  in  Ber- 
lin or  at  points  not  far  from  the  camp 
none  of  them  were  allowed  in.  This  was 
a  form  of  cruelty  that  preyed  upon  us 
very  much.  Why  such  stringent  mea- 
sures were  adopted  no  one  seemed  to  know. 
It  was  hard  to  conceive  of  any  mischief 
that  such  visits  could  bring  about.  I  have 
heard  that  recently  this  regulation  has 
been  amended  and  that  now  wives, 
mothers  and  children  can  visit  the  camp 
once  a  month  for  just  one  hour!  They 
have  to  obtain  a  special  permit  for  each 
visit.  • 

Life  in  the  camp  was  not  bad  in  the 
summer  months.  Light  and  warmth 
created  a  more  cheerful  feeling  amongst 
us  and  we  did  everything  in  our  power  to 
keep  fit  and  well.  Permission  was  secured 
to  use  the  inner  part  of  the  race  course 
for  .sports,  and  soon  games  of  football, 
cricket,  golf,  hockey  (English  variety) 
and  tennis  were  arranged.  One  barrack 
playing  against  another.  The  German 
guard  used  to  watch  the  games  and  were 
astonished  at  the  way  we  played  football. 
Said  one  guard  to  a  fellow:  "If 'these 
English  play  like  this,  they  must  be  ter- 
rors at  fighting!" 

r\  UR  efforts  did  not  stop  at  keeping  fit 
^^  physically.  An  Arts  and  Science 
Union  was  founded,  the  members  being 
mostly  men  who  had  engaged  in  scientific 
and  literary  pursuits.  Under  the  auspices 
of  the  Union  lectures  were  held  on  the 
tribunes  of  the  race  course,  on  all  subjects 
imaginable.  Conversational  circles  were 
formed  with  the  idea  of  teaching  various 
languages  and  the  camp  soon  could  boasrt 
of  a  French,  German,  Spanish,  Italian, 
Russian,  and  even  a  Chinese  circle.  We 
had  a  debating  society  which  met  once  a 
week  and  a  theatre  in  the  hall  beneath 
the  tribunes.  Here  all  kinds  of  plays  were 
produced — in  full  costume  f  The  costumes 
were  made  in  camp  out  of  whatever  odd 
material  could  be  found.  It  was  surpris- 
ing what  could  be  produced  in  this  way. 
A  discarded  and  badly  worn  fur  collar 
formed  the  nucleus  of  the  costume  for 
Caliban  and  a  discolored  tunic  gave  color 
to  the  robes  of  both  Romeo  and  Mercutio. 
As  we  had  plenty  of  musicians  among  us, 
including  a  professional  conductor,  an 
orchestra  was  formed  and  many  excel- 
lent concerts  were  given. 

Ultimately  a  camp  paper.  The  Ruh- 
leben Camp  News,  came  into  existence.  It 
appeared  once  a  fortnight  and  after  a 
time  was  .sent  out  to  be  printed.  It  con- 
tained excellent  illustrations  and  always 
had  plenty  of  good  articles,  dealing  mostly 
with  camp  life,  of  course. 

jV/f  ANY  of  the  prisoners  obtained  per- 
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the  camp.  Ruhleben  soon  became  a  hive 
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made  to  measure  in  the  very  latest  fash- 
ion. Truth  to  tell,  however,  there  were 
few  of  us  who  could  afford  this  luxury. 
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News. 

As  I  look  back  the  thing  that  sitanda  out 
most  vividly  from  the  background  of  these 
camp  activities  was  the  election  we  put 
on  during  that  summer  of  1915.  The 
borough  of  Ruhleben  was  to  be  represent- 
ed in  Parliament  and  three  candidates 
were  nominated — a  Liberal,  a  Conserva- 
tive, and  a  supporter  of  woman's  suf- 
frage. The  camp  threw  itself  into  the 
fight  with  an  interest  that  was  almost 
feverish.  Posters  were  stuck  all  over  the 
camp,  meetings  were  held  and  the  camp 
broke  up  into  rival  factions,  sporting  the 
colors  of  the  candidates  in  their  button- 
holes. The  fervor  of  that  election  made 
the  efforts  of  the  Potts'  and  Slurks'  of 
Eatanswill  seem  dignified  and  staid.  After 
the  polling — and  thousands  of  votes  were 
cast,  mind  you  ■ —  the  results  were  an- 
nounced by  the  Mayor  of  Ruhleben,  whose 
chain  of  office  consisted  of  a  string  of  old 
sardine  cans.  The  woman  suffrage  can- 
didate won. 

Thus  we  lived;  making  the  best  of 
everything;  joking  and  laughing,  some- 
times with  aching  hearts,  always  with  a 
sense  of  the  misery  and  suffering  around 
us;  longing  for  the  day  of  deliverance  but 
struggling  to  escape  the  evil  effects  that 
come  from  such  enforced  idleness.  As  I 
look  back  I  realize  how  brave  most  of 
them  were.  They  are  there  yet — most  of 
them;  and  I  will  stake  my  all  that  they 
still  keep  up  the  same  brave  front.  Poor 
fellows.    ... 


'TpOWARDS  the  middle  of  September. 
-^  1915,  I  became  seriously  ill  and,  after 
seeing  the  camp  doctor,  was  sent  to  a  hos- 
pital in  Berlin.  Here,  as  a  civil  prisoner 
of  war,  I  remained  over  six  months.  I 
was  caged  in  a  stuffy  sickroom  and  had 
no  opportunity  of  taking  fresh  air  and 
exercise  during  the  whole  time.  Although 
by  no  means  bedridden  myself  I  had  to 
share  my  room  with  patients  who  were  in 
a  very  bad  way  indeed  and  had  to  witness 
the  death  struggles  of  many  of  thent. 
What  I  suffered  in  this  atmosphere  of 
misery,  sickness  and  death  all  these 
months,  is  hard  to  describe.  What  helped 
me  to  endure  it  was  the  fact  that  I  at 
least  was  permitted  to  see  my  friends  and 
write  as  many  letters  as  I  liked. 

I  sent  in  petition  after  petition  to  the 
authorities  to  be  permitted  to  go  to  a 
sanitorium  in  some  part  of  Germany,  but 
needless  to  say,  they  were  all  refused.  At 
last,  however,  I  heard  to  my  great  joy 
that  I  would  be  permitted  to  proceed  to 
Switzerland. 

Then  followed  weeks  of  suspense. 
Would  I  really  be  allowed  to  leave  or  not? 
On  the  morning  of  the  6th  of  April,  1916, 
I  was  informed  that  a  soldier  would  call 
for  me  in  afternoon. 

He  came  at  5  o'clock  and  conducted  me 
to  the  station.  Here  we  met  Lieutenant 
R.,  one  of  the  officers  of  the  camp,  who 
escorted  me  to  the  Swiss  frontier.  I  was 
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OIL  IN  THE  NORTH 11 

Dr.  T.  0.  BoswORTH. 

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THE   SUCCESS  OF  WILLIAM  T. 
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Agnes  C.  Laut. 

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H.  F.  Gadsby. 

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A  FEELING  almost  of  apprehension  is 
manifesting  itself  in  Canada  and 
.  to  some  extent  also  in  the  United 
States.  It  is  being  realized  at  last  that 
the  war  has  still  a  long  distance  to  go  and 
that  the  food  situation  is  serious.  The 
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perous  and   correspondingly  comfortable 
people  of  the  United  States. 

This  rather  vague  feeling  of  apprehen- 
sion is  affecting  business  conditions  to 
some  extent.  Nothing,  of  course,  could 
shake  the  condition  of  industrial  activity 
which  now  prevails  in  Canada;  as  long  as 
the  war  lasts  we  must  continue  to  produce 
at  our  highest  level  of  speed  and  that  as- 
sures plenty  of  work  and  good  wages  for 
everyone.  The  danger  lies  in  the  prac- 
tical certainty  of  a  food  shortage.  It  is 
not  within  the  bounds  of  possibility  that 
famine  conditions  would  show  themselves 
here.  Our  own  people  necessarily  would 
be  fed  before  exportation  of  food  supplies 
began.  Famine  conditions  in 
other  parts  of  the  world  would, 
however,  have  the  effect  of  ele- 
vating prices  here  to 
famine  levels.  That 
is  the  danger  point. 


And  it  is  a  very  real  danger.  There  can  be 
no  doubt  that,  unless  the  countries  where 
increased  production  is  possible  actually 
produce  largely  increased  crops,  the 
world  will  be  short  of  food  before  the  end 
of  the  present  year. 

The  apprehension  which   is  beginning 
to  permeate  the  masses  of  the  people  on 
that  score  has  had  an  un- 
-  ■   .,■  settling  effect  on  the  stock 

market,  for  one  thing. 
Periods  of  pessimism  have 
been  frequent  recently  and 
a  decidedly  bearish  tendency 
has  been  shown  in  stocks  as 
a  result.  This  has  an  up- 
setting effect,  but  it  does  not 
reach  to  the  heart  of  busi- 
ness which,  as  explained  be- 
fore, is  sound  and  triply- 
guaranteed  against  shock, 
panic  and  manipulation  by 
war  needs.  The  pessimistic 
feeling  manifested  at  times 
on  stock  markets  is  a  sure 
evidence,  however,  of  public 
perturbation  with  reference 
to  the  problems  of  food 
supply. 

In  the  meantime  trade  is 
extremely  brisk  in  all  lines 
in  Canada.  Motor  cars, 
pianos,  all  the  myriad  varie- 
ties of  "talking  machines," 
everything  in  the  nature  of 
luxuries,  are  selling  in  huge- 
ly increased  volumes.  Re- 
tail merchants  in  all  lines  are 
busy.  Evidence  on  this  score 
is  so  plentiful  that  it  will 
suffice  to  select  just  one  in- 
stance. Dealers  in  men's 
clothing,  despite  the  fact 
that  400,000  Canadians  are 
in  khaki  are  almost  abnorm- 
One  men's  wear  dealer  made 
the  statement  recently  that  his  monthly 
business  this  year  has  so  far  shown  an 
average  increase  of  80%  over  last  year. 
The  reasons  he  gives  are  many,  but  the 
outstanding  one  is — prohibition!  Men 
who  formerly  sacrificed  sartorial  niceties 
for  the  sake  of  intoxicants  are  now  pay- 
ing more  attention  to  dress.  Behind  this 
reason,  of  course,  was  the  very  obvious 
one  that  men  are  earning  more  now  than 
ever  before. 

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mice  of  business  activity.  The  food  pro- 
blem is  a  very  real  one,  however,  and  all 
men  should  give  heed  to  it.  Economy  of 
consumption  should  be  the  rule  in  every 
Canadian  household. 


FIRES  BY  CARELESSNESS 

THE  FIRE  record  for  1915  shows  that 
of  1.62.5  fires  reported,  676  were  in 
homes.  The  great  majority  of  these 
dwelling  house  fires  occur  at  night,  when 
the  lives  of  the  occupants  are  endangered. 

From  the  676  homes  the  greater  portion 
of  the  families  were  turned  out  at  night, 
in  wintry  weather.  In  these  fires  141 
lives  were  lost. 

The  chief  cause  of  these  home  fires 
are:  Carlessness  in  allowing  defective 
chimneys  to  exist;  carelessness  in  the 
overheating  of  stoves  and  furnaces;  care- 
lessness in  the  use  of  matches;  careless- 
ness in  many  other  ways. 

Carelessness  with  matches  caused  69 
fires  last  year;  overheated  stoves  and  fur- 
naces, 51;  defective  and  overheated  chim- 
neys, pipes,  etc.,  62 ;  electrical  defects,  55. 
These  causes  are  all  easily  avoided  and 
should  be  guar'ded  against  in  future. 


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A  SUCCESSFUL  man,  and  a  very 
wealthy  one,  was  asked  to  outline  the 
principles  he  followed  in  determining  his 
investments.  He  answered  promptly  and 
briefly,  laying  down  two  rules  only: 

1.  In  buying  securities  of  any  company 
one  should  know  something  about  the 
management  and  from  them,  or  others  in 
the  same  line  of  business,  get  direct  in- 
formation as  to  the  value  of  the  property. 

2.  Do  not  purchase  on  rumors  as  to 
what  may  happen.  Be  sure  the  informa- 
tion you  ai'e  depending  upon  is  not  only 
the  truth,  but  comes  from  those  who  know 
the  facts. 

Obviously  he  had  in  mind  investments 
in  industrial  stocks.    He  went  on,  in  fact, 


— Kirby  in  New  York  World. 
First  Aid. 


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to  quote  several  experiences  of  his  own  in 
investing  in  industrial  concerns  on  hear- 
say or  without  seciiring  any  information 
from  reliable  sources;  the  results  being 
in  all  cases  rather  painful. 

However,  the  same  principles  can  be  ap- 
plied in  a  more  or  less  degree  to  all  forms 
of  investments.  Even  in  buying  muni- 
cipal bonds  the  investor  does  well  to  get 
authoritative  information  as  to  the  muni- 
cipality, its  indebtedness  and  its  assets. 
Such  information  can  be  given  by  the 
salesmen  offering  the  bonds  and  the  in- 
vestor should  consider  the  figures  very 
carefully.  Many  issues  with  attractive 
yields  are  found,  on  consideration  of  the 
facts,  to  be  far  from  gilt-edged;  that  is, 
the  municipality  carries  an  extremely 
heavy  bonded  indebtedness  or  shows  evi- 
dences of  development  beyond  the  point 
of  stability.  Some  "Western  points  laid 
out  public  works  on  the  basis  of  future 
needs,  estimating  these  needs  from  a 
"boom"  standpoint.  It  is  not  intended  to 
say  that  the  purchase  of  such  bonds  or 
debentures  is  dangerous.  Almost  any 
municipal  issue  is  reasonably  safe  and 
sound  within  all  reason.  When  it  is  pos- 
sible, however,  to  secure  better  stuff,  it 
pays  the  prospective  purchaser  to  place 
his  money  where  the  margin  of  safety  is 
widest. 

Certainly  the  advice  quoted  is  sound  in 
respect  to  all  industrial  ventures.  An 
industrial  investment  depends  upon  the 
conditions  in  that  particular  line  of  in- 
dustry and  upon  the  integrity  and  ability 
of  the  men  at  the  head  of  the  concern.  If 
the  company  in  question  is  a  well  estab- 
lished one  the  need  for  cautious  enquiry 
is  small,  although  justifiable,  if  ©nly  to 
establish  a  sense  of  security  in  the  mind 
of  the  investor.  When  it  is  a  question  of 
buying  stock  in  a  small  concern  or  in  a 
new  organization,  then  tke  need  for  close 
investigation  enters.  The  man  referred 
to  lays  it  down  as  his  rule  further  to  re- 
gard an  investment  as  an  actual  purchase 
of  an  interest  in  the  business  rather  than 
as  a  mere  purchase  of  stock.  That  is  a 
view  not  often  considered  by  the  average 
buyer  of  stocks.  It  is  one,  however,  that 
is  likely  to  make  him  look  more  carefully 
into  a  company's  affairs  before  buying, 
and  to  keep  him  in  closer  touch  with  the 
company  as  long  as  he  owns  his  securities. 
It  might  be  laid  down  as  a  good  investment 
nrinciple  that  the  buying  of  stocks  always 
be  considered  as  the  purchasing  of  an  in- 
terest in  a  company's  business. 

Going  into  further  particulars-  as  to 
how  the  information  should  be  secured,  he 
said:  "The  most  valuable  advice  that  you 
can  impress  upon  your  readers  is  to  get 
an  honest  opinion  from  some  one  in  the 
business  before  they  put  money  into  any 
company.  Let  them  go  to  a  man  in  the 
same  business  who  they  know  will  tell 
them  the  truth.  If  they  are  not  sure  they 
can  get  the  truth,  then  they  should  not 
invest.  They  should  never  take  the  word 
of  a  person  whose  reputation  for  truth  or 
knowledge  of  the  facts  they  do  not  know. 
I  would  have  saved  myself  many  losses 
if  I  had  first  secured  the  advice  of  a  man 
in  the  same  business  I  was  putting  money 
into.  Pick  your  banker  or  stock  broker 
with  much  greater  care  than  your  doctor; 
then  let  him  help  you  choose  all  your  in- 
vestments. If  he  does  not  know  all  about 
the  securities  you  are  thinking  of  buying, 
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MACLEAN'S 


IVI^VG^A^Z  I  N  EL 


Volume  XXX 


JUNE,  1917 


Number  8 


Oil  in  the  North 


The  Story  of  Discoveries  in 
North-west  Canada 


Bv   Dr.   T.  O.   Bosworth,   D.S.C. 
F.G.S.,  F.R.G.S. 


M.A., 


Editor's  Note. — Away  in  the  western  part  of  the  North-West  Terri- 
tories of  Canada,  in  the  region  of  the  Great  Slave  Lake  and  the  Mackenzie 
River,  lies  one  of  the  richest  treasures  of  the  American  Continent  awaiting 
the  tide  of  progress  and  development.      As  yet  this  thing  has  been 
seen  by  but  few  people  able  to  realize  its  value  and  importance.    The 
treasure  is  not  gold,  but  is  petroleum,  which  often  nowadays  is  much 
more  profitable  to  find. 

Long  ago,  in  the  days  before  the  comm,crcial  worth  of  such  sub- 
stances was  known,  the  springs  of  petroleum,  pools  of  tar,  and  burn- 
ing bituminous  rocks  were  found  by  the  early  explorers  of  the  north 
land.  In  later  years  many  of  them  were  carefully  observed  by  R.  G. 
McConnell  (now  Deputy  Minister  of  Mines)  and  were  described  inr 
1890  in   his  most  interesting   memoir  on   the  Mackenzie  Basin. 

It  is  only  recently,  however,  that  any  important  investigation 
has  been  made  by  ^geological  experts  experienced  in  the  petroleum 
industry.  A  large  expedition  was  undertaken  by  Dr.  Bosworth, 
formerly  of  the  Geological  Survey  of  Great  Britain,  and  well  known 
to  the  petroleum  mining  world..  The  party  consisted  of  four  geo- 
logical surveyors  and  a  number  of  assistants,  river-men  and  Indians, 
together  with  an  oiitfit  including  steamboats,  scows  and  canoes. 

The  explorations  were  carried  on  throughout  the  most  promis- 
ing parts  of  all  the  great  region  between  Edmonton  and  the  Arctic 
Ocean  and  so  widely  were  the  survey  parties  distributed  that  som.e 
■of  thein  were  working  a  thousand  miles  apart. 

The  full  results  of  the  expedition  have  not  been  made  public,  but 
it  is  known  that  a  number  of  promising  oil  districts  were  located  and 
that  the  findings  corroborated  all  that  McConnel  had  observed,  and 
more.  Large  pools  of  oil  and  tar  were  found  in  many  places  and 
copious  seepages  of  light  oil  associated  with  rich  oil  sands  and  with 
all  the  evidences  proper  to  great  oil  fields. 


■ 

m 

1 

■^■i^HMBI^K. 

Along  the  Mackenzie  River  within  the  Arctic  circle.  Tlie  steamer 
is  moored  by  cliffs  formed  of  black  bituminous  shale.  Sorne  of 
these     cliffs     are     hot,     being      burnt     to     a     brick-red     color. 


The  author  finding   a   pool 
of  oil    in     the    far    north. 


The  full  import  of  the  scientific  discoveries 
doubtless  will  be  known  in  due  course.  In  the 
following  pages,  however,  are  a  few  notes  de- 
scriptive of  the  journeys  on  these  great  water 
highivays  of  the  north.  Since  these  notes 
were  written  the  construction  of  the  new  rail- 
roads to  Peace  River  and  to  McMurray,  and 
the  improvements  in  shipping  have  already 
made  the  north  country  much  more  easily 
accessible  than  it  was  in  1914  and  there  is  a 
growing  public  interest  in  the  possibilities  of 
this  immense  new  country  which  is  gradually 
being  brought  within  our  reach. 

HE  WHO  would  journey  to  the 
Arctic  Ocean  by  favor  of  the 
great  water  system  of  the  Atha- 
basca and  Mackenzie  should  be  ready, 
waiting,  at  the  bea;inning  of  May.  So 
soon  as  the  ice  has  broken  up  and  cleared 
sufficiently  for  the  scows  he  should  "stay 
not  the  hour  of  his  going,  only  go."  Be- 
fore him  lies  1,800  miles  of  down-stream 
travelling,  fraught  with  many  troubles 
and  unavoidable  delays,  and  perhaps  some 
perils,  and  almost  as  soon  as  that  has 
been  accomplished  it  is  time  to  turn  about 
and  face  1,800  miles  of  up-stream  travel- 
ling in  order  to  get  out  before  winter 
closes  up  the  country  in  its  icy  grip. 


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Leaving  Edmonton  we  pro- 
ceed by  rail  a  hundred  miles 
northward  t  o  Athabasca 
Landing,  which  is  the  end  of 
"steel"  and  the  starting  point 
of  the  long  water  route  to  the 
Arctic.  About  the  end  of 
April  this  little  place  wakes 
up  from  its  winter  sleep  and 
takes  on  an  almost  hectic  ac- 
tivity. Parties  of  strange  men 
are  gathering  there,  men  of 
many  nationalities,  bound  on 
adventurous  errands.  Tents 
are  springing  up  and  the 
whole  place  resounds  with  the 
uproar  of  the  dogs,  the  clatter 
of  strange  tongues  and  the 
incessant  hammering  from 
the  river  banks  where  the  an- 
nual building  of  scows  was 
under  way. 

We  left  Athabasca  Landing  in  company 
with  fifteen  other  scows,  drifting  down  the 
Athabasca  River  easily  at  three  miles  an 
hour  for  many  days  for  a  distance  of 
about  200  miles.  Then  came  the  long 
struggle  through  the  90  miles  of  fierce 
rapids  and  the  many  obstacles  which  so 
long  have  been  a  barrier  to  the  highway 
of  the  Northland. 

The  diiflculties  encountered  during  this 
part  of  the  water  route  have  been  often 
told  by  travellers,  however,  and  it  is  my 
intention  to  pass  over  this  part  of  the 
journey.  Suffice  it  to  say  that  after  the 
customary  troubles  and  misfortunes  we 
came  safely  through  them  all — the  Peli- 
can, the  Stony,  the  Grand,  the  Brule,  the 
Boiler  and  the  rest.  And  already  we  had 
arrived  at  one  of  the  wonders  of  the 
North,  for  here,  about  350  miles  north  of 
Edmonton,  are  the  great  Tar  Sand  cliffs 
of  the  Athabasca,  so  little  known-  only 
because  of  their  inaccessibilty. 

The  Tar  Sand  is  a  sheet  of  sandstone 
about  200  feet  thick  more  or  less  com- 
pletely saturated  with  heavy  oil.  It  is 
almost  wholly  black,  although  at  the  sur- 
face it  weathers  to  a  paler  color.  The 
rock  is  rather  soft  and  plastic  and  can  be 
carved  with  a  knife.  It  is  exposed  along 
the  Athabasca  for  a  hundred  miles  and 
plainly  is  spread  over  at  least  2000  square 
miles  and  possibly  over  as  much  as  10,000 
square  miles. 

All  through  this  district  the  oil  and 
gas   are    seen.       Where    the   tar    sands 


,m£<^r^4^ 


A    map   show- 
in  g   the  oil 
country 


are  underground  extensive  seepages  of 
gas  occur  and  travellers  camping  at 
such  spots  cook  their  food  over  the  gas 
vents. 

The  exposure  of  asphaltum  along  the 
Athabasca  is  greater  than  all  the  other 
known  asphaltic  outcrops,  pitch  lakes  and 
oil  seepages  in  the  world  put  together. 

Experiments  conducted  by  the  writer 
in  the  laboratory  showed  the  tar  sand  to 
contain  14  gallons  of  petroleum  to  the 
ton  in  ordinary  samples,  and  in  some  cases 
as  much  as  20  gallons,  of  which  a  propor- 
tion is  gasoline.  The  total  amount  of 
petroleum,  presuming  the  bed  to  extend 
over  10,000  square  miles,  must  be  in  the 
neighborhood  of  200,000  million  tons !  At 
our  present  rate  of  consumption  this 
would  accommodate  the  world  for  2,000 
years.  It  still  remains  to  be  proved,  how- 
ever, whether  we  can  get  the  petroleum 
out  of  the  rocks  profitably. 

Of  recent  years  many  have  travelled 
down  the  Athabasca  River  to  Fort  Mc- 
Murray.    A  fair  number  have  passed  on- 


ward and  across  Lake  Athabasca  to  Fort 
Chippewyan  and  thence  down  the  Slave 
River  as  far  as  Fort  Smith,  where  16 
miles  of  rapids  forms  a  barrier  to  naviga- 
tion. But  beyond  Fort  Smith  the  country 
is  little  known  except  to  the  trappers  and 
hunters  of  the  North,  and  away  from  the 
river  banks  almost  nothing  is  known. 

•The  most  interesting  part  of  our 
trip,  therefore,  began  as  we  reached 
Smith's  Rapids,  about  150  miles  below 
Great  Slave  Lake.  Below  the  rapids  we 
transferred  our  outfit  to  a  little  river 
steamboat,  which  had  been  built  there 
and  so  travelled  with  much  more  comfort 
from  that  point  on.  The  Slave  River  is 
from  a  half  to  three-quarters  of  a  mile 
wide,  but  it  is  very  shallow  and  several 
times  we  stuck.  At  length,  however,  we 
reached  the  mouth  of  the  river  and  slowly 
chugged  through  a  difficult  delta  into  the 
Great  Slave  Lake.  Violent  storms  are 
encountered  on  this  great  inland  body 
of  water,  storms  which  blow  up  so  sud- 
denly that  boats  may  be  caught  unawares 
and  dashed  to  pieces.  Such  a  storm  de- 
layed our  advance  for  two  days. 

The  Great  Slave  Lake  is  the  third  larg- 
est lake  in  America,  being  about  the  size 
of  Ireland.  Although  we  only  crossed 
the  Western  end^of  it  we  were  for  a  long 
time  out  of  sight'of  land.  But  in  places 
we  were  in  water  so  shallow  that  our 
boat,  drawing  only  five  feet,  was  often  in 
difficulties.  There  was  calm,  hot  weather 
at  this  time  and  a  haze  over  the  water. 
Mirages  appeared  along  the  horizon  hav- 
ing the  form  of  beautiful  islands  with  low 
shores  clad  with  large  trees.  These  con- 
tinually receded  into  the  distance  and 
finally  dissolved  into  thin  air. 

Altogether  the  Great  Slave  is  a  lake 
to  cross  in  haste,  a  mysterious,  fickle  and 
cruel  body  of  water.  We  hurried  across 
it  as  fast  as  we  could  for  a  storm  followed 
in  our  wake — and  it  was  rather  an  anxi- 
ous time,  for  the  numerous  shoals  and 
sand  banks  made  fast  travelling  precari- 
ous. 

There  are  two  trading  posts  at  the  west- 
ern end  of  the  lake — Fort  Resolution  and 
Hay  River.  The  latter  may  be  an  import- 
ant post  some  day  when  the  railroads  are 
extended  northward  and  connect  there 
with  a  line  of  steamboats  plying  north  on 
the  Mackenzie  River  to  the  Arctic.  At 
this  post  we  found  many  Indians  en- 
camped, waiting  for  Treaty  Day. 


Scenes  on  the  rapids  of  the  Athabasca  as  the  loaded  scows  go  down  the  river. 


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They  belonged  to  Slavic  tribe,  who  have 
promised  through  their  chiefs  to  obey 
the  laws  and  to  recognize  Government 
ownership  of  the  land.  In  return  the 
Government  officials  visit  certain  posts 
once  a  year  and  bring  bounties  to  the  In- 
dians. Five  dollars  is  given  for  every 
man,  woman  and  child  and  so  much  per 
head  of  flour  and  munitions.  The  result 
is  that  large  families  are  popular  here. 
Children  are  borrowed  and  lent  and  even 
sold.  The  officials  have  to  watch  care- 
fully or  the  same  children  will  be  shown 
many  times  over  by  the  wily  red  skins. 
Those  encamped  at  Hay  River,  as  we 
passed,  nearly  had  a  serious  disappoint- 
ment for  the  Indian  agent,  who  was  fol- 
lowing close  on  our  heels,  was  wrecked  on 
the  Athabasca.  His  scow  broke  in  half 
on  a  cascade  and  he  and  his  crew  narrowly 
escaped  in  a  canoe.  All  the  baggage  went 
overboard.  Fortunately  the  "treasure 
chest"  came  ashore. 

A  ND  SO  we  passed  on  out  of  the  Great 
■**•  Slave  Lake  and  into  the  mighty  Mac- 
kenzie.     This  is  a  splendid  river  more 


Portaging  the  load  to  enable   the 
scow  to  pass  through  the  shallows. 


Cliffs  of  the  famous  "tar  sand"  of  the  Athabasca 
These  cliffs  are  formed  by  a  great  sheet  of  black  tar- 
rock  200   feet   thick  and   saturated   with   thick   oil. 


than  a  mile  wide,  but  open  for  only  about 
four  months  in  the  year.  When  the 
thaw  comes  each  spring  the  ice  slowly 
breaks  up  and  jams  until  gradually  it 
forces  its  way  down  to  the  sea.  The  river 
banks  as  a  result  are  deeply  grooved  and 
smoothed  by  the  ice. 

The  first  post  we  reached  was  Fort  Pro- 
vidence and  here,  as  at  all  other  posts, 
many  IndiEfns  were  encamped  awaiting 
the  arrival  of  the  treaty  money.  Another 
hundred  and  fifty  miles  brought  us  to 
Fort  Simpson,  one  of  the  important  posts 
of  the  north.  We  were  the  first  arrivals 
of  the  year  and  our  advent  created  much 
excitement.  Every  living  soul  was 
waiting  on  the  river  bank,  hungry  for 
news  of  the  outside  world.  The  interest  of 
the  post's  inhabitants  was  accentuated  on 
this  occasion  by  the  fact  that  the  food 
supplies  at  the  post  were  very  nearly  ex- 
hausted. There  was  a  scramble  for  mail, 
too.  One  man  who  had  ordered  the  handle 
of  a  gramaphone  two  years  before  was 
very  much  disappointed  when  he  found 
that  we  did  not  have  it 

We  continued  our  way  steadily  north- 


ward, finding  the  trading  posts  at  dis- 
tances from  one  hundred  and  fifty  to  two 
hundred  miles  apart.  Throughout  all  this 
stage  of  our  journey  the  scenery  was 
monotonously  similar,  but  it  was  notice- 
able that  the  trees  were  becoming  smaller. 
We  made  various  explorations  inland,  but 
found  great  difficulty  owing  to  the  dense- 
ness  of  the  undergrowth  and  the  mus- 
kegs. It  was  seldom  that  we  saw  any 
animals  at  all,  but  the  mosquitoes  and 
"bulldogs"  were  very  much  in  evidence. 

In  the  first  two  hundred  miles  beyond 
Fort  Wrigley  there  was  a  great  change 
of  scenery,  the  river  flowing  through  a 
mountainous  country.  We  were  then 
passing  through  the  Mackenzie  Moun- 
tains. After  a  further  space  of  two  hun- 
dred miles  we  reached  Fort  Norman, 
which  is  a  very  small  post,  but  geographi- 
cally an  important  one,  for  here  the 
Mackenzie  River  is  joined  by  the  Bear 
River  which  flows  in  from  the  East  from 
Great  Bear  Lake.  The  Bear  emerges 
from  a  land  of  mystery,  for  the  country 
around  the  Great  Bear  Lake  has  been 
very  little  explored.  It  was  somewhere 
hereabout  that  the  Franklin  Arctic  expe- 


Loading    the   steamboat   on   the 
Slave  ^•'•'".r  below  Smith  Rapids. 


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A  storm  rising  in  the  north.     This  picture  was  taken 
on   the   Mackenzie   River  within   the   Arctic   circle. 


sive  limestone  where  no  landing  can  be 
made.  It  seemed  almost  as  though  we 
were  passing  through' a  giant  wall  which 
nature  had  built  to  keep  all  intruders  out 
from  the  Land  of  the  Midnight  Sun. 

During  the  time  that  we  remained 
within  the  Arctic  Circle,  we  enjoyed 
continuous  sunshine  and  lost  all  count 
of  time.  The  sun  hung  low  in  the 
sky  and  never  set,  so  there  was  nothing 
to  divide  night  and  day,  or  one  day  from 
another.  We  ate  when  we  were  hungry 
and  slept  when  we  became  fatigued;  and 
in  the  meantime  made  great  haste  to  get 
along,  for  the  time  that  one  may  remain 
within  this  territory  and  get  safely  out 
again  by  water  is  very  short. 

We  pushed  on-  several  hundred  miles 
from  Fort  Good  Hope  finally  reaching 
Fort  McPherson,  where  the  Delta  of  the 
Mackenzie  River  barred  further  progress. 
The  water  here  is  so  shallow  that  no 
steamboat  has  yet  attempted  to  pass 
through  into  the  ocean.  Many  trips  were 
made  inland  through  forest,  over  moun- 
tains and  along  tributary  rivers.     Some 


dition  perished  after  travelling  north- 
ward by  the  route  which  we  had  followed. 

Bear  Mountain  is  close  at  hand  here,  a 
magnificent  mass  nearly  two  thousand 
feet  high.  We  scaled  it  and  near  the  sum- 
mit appropriately  enough,  was  a  bear 
busily  and  passively  engaged  in  eating 
blueberries,  but  he  fled  so  swiftly  that  we 
could  not  get  a  shot  at  him.  From  the 
top  of  the  mountain  we  had  an  extensive 
view  over  hundreds  of  miles  of  untrod- 
den forest  with  here  and  there  a  blue  Idke 
and  several  winding  rivers. 

Food  had  now  become  scarce  as  there 
had  been  a  shortage  in  every  post  that 
we  passed  making  it  impossible  for  us  to 
replenish  our  supplies.  Neither  game  nor 
fish  could  be  found,  however,  and  our 
stores  consisted  only  of  flour,  sugar  and 
dried  apples  with  a  scanty  supply  of 
bacon  and  beans. 

IN  DUE  course  we  reached  Fort  Good 
Hope  and  so  passed  into  the  Arctic 
Circle.  It  is  approached  through  a 
narrow  part  of  the  river  known  as  the 
Ramparts,  where  for  many  miles  the  river 
is  bordered  by  great  vertical  cliffs  of  mas- 


Fort    Norman,    on    the    Mackenzie    River, 
and    Bear   Mountain,    in    the    background. 


In  camp  on  an  Island  in  the  Great  Slave  Lake.  The  two 
peculiar  trees  are  "lobsticks,"  spruce  trees  trimmed  by 
the    Indians     to     indicate     camping    and    fishing     grounds. 


of  the  land  that  we  traversed  probably 
was  new  to  the  tread  of  white  men.  The 
country  is  beautiful,  but  similar  in  char- 
acter throughout.  There  were  spruce, 
poplar,  silver  birch  and  willow  bushes, 
although  everything  was  dwarfed  and  the 
poplar  and  birch  were  few  and  far  be- 
tween. Wherever  we  went  the  river  banks 
were  bright  with  flowers,  and  there  was 
a  luxuriant  growth  of  grass  due  to  the 
long  hours  of  sunshine.  The  flowers  and 
plants  were  surprisingly  British  in  char- 
acter— many  being  to  me  indistinguish- 
able from  those  of  the  north  of  Scotland. 
Especially  beautiful  were  the  wild  roses 
that  we  saw,  the  Michaelmas  daisies,  and 
hare-bells,  the  largest  I  have  ever  seen. 
On  our  return  trip  we  found  the  country 
bountiful  with  berries  of  many  kinds.  We 
found  raspberries,  black  currants,  red 
currants,  strawberries,  gooseberries, 
cranberries,  huckleberries,  blueberries- 
every  kind  of  berry  that  we  had  ever  seen 
or  heard  of.  , 

With  reference  to  the  results  of  the  oil 
explorations,  very  little  can  be  told  here. 
Continued  on  page  95. 


June  Comes  Back 

The  Romantic  Story  ot  a  Mining  Magnate  and  His  Pretty  Ward 

By  A.  C.  Allenson 


Who  wrote  "The  Blue-water  Prodigal,"  "Danton  of 
the  Fleet,"  etc. 


"The  voice  of  one  who  goes  before  to  make 
The  paths  of  June  more  beautiful — " 

JUNE  the  month  and  June  the  girl! 
Everything  was  June  to-day  to  Jack 
Beresford.  Spring  had  been  late,  and 
the  orchard  was  still  in  the  pink  and  white 
beauty  of  blossoming  time,  yet  the  roses 
had  begun  to  appear  on  the  bush  at  the 
corner  of  the  verandah.  The  sky  was  a 
soft,  clear,  deep,  blue.  The  wind  that 
ruffled  freshly  the  lake's  surface  had 
genial  warmth  in  it. 

Indoors  the  new  house  had  been  scrub- 
bed and  cleaned  and  polished  until  it  had 
almost  taken  on  the  appearance  of  youth's 
resentment  against  all  this  fussy  worship 
of  soap  and  water.  Really,  it  had  been  a 
perfectly  wretched  time  for  Jack,  its 
owner,  but  he  boi-e  up  heroically,  since 
it  was  to  make  the  place  fit  for  habitation 
for  little  June. 

He  had  come  up  from  his  offlce  early, 
ridiculously  early,  had  shaved  and  dressed 
with  unusual  care,  had  brought  the  car 
round  to  the  door.  Fifteen  minutes  would 
take  him  to  the  station,  and  the  absurd 
train  would  not  be  due  for  another  hour 
and  a  quarter.  To  a  man  who  habitu- 
ally caught  his  trains  two  strides  across 
the  platform,  and  a  flying  tackle  of  the 
rear-end  door  of  the  tail-end  car,  the 
thing  was  disconcerting.  He  reflected 
on  the  pity  of  it  that  trains  did  not  vary 
the  monotony  of  lateness  by  coming  in, 
now  and  again,  ahead  of  time,  thus  in- 
troducing a  speculative  element  into  their 
proceedings.  He  rather  suspected  that 
the  average  railway  director  is  an  indif- 
ferent sportsman. 

Jack  had  made  the  life  of  Mrs.  Dodge, 
his  elderly  housekeeper,  a  positive  burden 
to  her  these  last  thirty  minutes,  going 
into  all  kinds  of  details  about  dinner, 
when,  and  how,  and  what  it  had  to  be, 
and  was  she  quite  sure  about  this,  and 
that,  and  the  other  thing?  As  a  rule-^so 
Mrs.  Dodge  had  complained  to  Eliza  the 
maid — Mr.  Beresford  didn't  seem  to  know 
whether  he  was  eating  oyster  stew  or 
ice  cream ;  but  to-day  there  was  no  satis- 
fying him.  A  dozen  times  he  had  pes- 
tered her  with  enquiries  regarding  the 
perfect  preparedness  of  Miss  June's  room. 

"Fidgety  and  fussy  as  a  green  young 
lad,  on  his  first  wedding  day,"  she  grum- 
bled, not  unamiably.  "You'd  think  a 
duchess  was  coming,  instead  of  just  little 
Miss  June.  But  there!  I'm  bad  as  he, 
all  of  an  ache  for  the  sight  of  her  pretty 
face." 

"A  terrible  lot  he  thinks  of  Miss  June," 
said  the  maid.  "Couldn't  make  any  more 
fuss  of  her  if  he  was  her  own  real  father. 
Some  girls  are  born  lucky — and  then 
again  some  aint.  Guess  I  turned  up  on  a 
fast  day,  and  had  to  go  without." 

ON  THE  verandah.  Jack  looked  at 
his  watch,  shook  it,  listened  to  it — 
no,  it  was  going  all  right.  He  shoved  it 
back  in  his  pocket  doubtfully,  as  if  he 
suspected  it  of  loafing  when  out  of  sight. 


With     Illustration 


.  .  .  A  brown-haired,  pretty 
girl,  slimly  graceful.  .  .  . 
Could    it    really    be    June"! 

Then  he  went  over  to  the  machine,  stood 
off  to  admire,  gave  a  rub  to  its  mirror- 
like surface,  then  looked  at  his  watch 
again.  Talk  of  leaden-footed  hours! 
They  were  even-time  sprinters  compared 
to  this  train.  It  must  have  shackles  on 
and  be  crossing  a  molasses  swamp.  In 
sheerest  desperation  he  took  out  pipe  and 
pouch,  and  flopped  into  a  chair.  He  filled 
up,  and  tamped  the  tobacco  down  with 
nice  care,  put  the  pipe  in  his  mouth, 
struck  a  match  with  right  hand,  pulled 
out  his  watch  with  left,  burned  his  fingers, 
said  something  that  bristled  with  inflam- 
matory exclamation  points,  struck  another 
match,  let  it  go  out,  and  dropped  off  into 
the  realm  of  dream  and  fancy  as  deeply 
as  if  a  pretty  nurse  stood  by  the  side  of 
him,  while  a  white  coated  doctor  at  his 
head  invited  him  sociably  to  take  deep, 
regular  breaths,  and  he'd  be  "off"  in 
something  less  than  a  brace  of  jiffeys. 

Beresford  was  an  attractive  looking 
man,  a  little  over  middle  height,  trimly 
and  powerfully  built,  with  a  general  air  of 
all  round  fitness.  He  was  in  the  early 
thirties,  prosperous,  unmarried.  The  last 
of  the  Bluewater  Beresfords,  he  was  re- 
markable for  the  striking  contrast  he  fur- 
nished to  a  family  whose  shiftless  "easi- 
ness" had  become  a  local  byword.  There 
had  been  a  sister,  Kate,  five  years  his 
senior,  a  delicate,  courageous  girl.  They 
had  been  left  alone  in  the  world  when  he 
was  thirteen,  and  had  fought  a  victorious, 
uphill  battle  against  rooted  neglect  and 
debt,  that  was  the  wonder  of  the  country- 
side. 

Making  the  farm  a  success.  Jack  had 
looked  further  afield.  When  he  went 
forth  on  his  prospecting  trips,  neighbors 


laughed  at  his  ambitious  folly.  When  he 
tore  open  the  rock,  and  bared  the  veins 
of  silvery  asbestos  fibre,  they  said  it 
was  wonderful  how  luck  came  to  some 
folks.  You'll  find  the  same  brand  of  idiots 
in  every  community.  Then  Kate  died,  just 
at  the  moment  when  from  their  Pisgah 
height,  they  saw  fair  Canaan  beneath. 
No  ordinary  sister  and  brother  had  they 
been.  More  like  lovers,  folks  said,  the 
frail,  golden-hearted  girl  and  the  fighting 
lad,  brimming  over  with  live  ambition. 
The  bitter  blow  left  its  mark  on  Jack.  He 
looked  wiser,  deeper,  older  afterwards. 

But  there  had  been  the  child  June, 
whom  Kate  had  brought  into  their  home. 
She  saved  the  man's  rebellious  heart 
from  utter  loneliness,  and  kept  it  soft 
amid  the  hardening  influences  of  business 
success.  He  now  recalled  the  child's  com- 
ing. Kate  had  been  away  visiting.  It  was 
at  supper,  the  evening  of  her  return, 
that  she  told  him  of  June.  She  had  visit- 
ed the  Children's  Home,  and  had  seen  the 
destitute,  orphaned  little  ones,  brought 
out  from  England's  great  cities,  to  find 
breathing  places  and  homes  in  Canada. 
It  was  there  she  had  seen  June. 

"A  wee  baby  girl.  Jack,  just  five  years 
old,  the  sweetest,  prettiest,  little  thing," 
she  had  said.  "She  has  fine  silky  brown 
hair,  and  pink  rose  cheeks,  and  teeth  as 
white  as  milk.  And  the  laughter  of  her ! 
It  goes  to  the  heart  like  sweet,  warm 
sunshine." 

She  had  paused,  her  ey,es  shining  as 
they  met  his  cool,  doubting  ones. 

"And  the  next  part  of  the  story?"  he 
had  laughed. 

"I  want  her.  Jack.  Oh!  I  want  her  all 
for  my  own,"  she  had  said.  With  a 
young  man's  prudent  wisdom,  that  one 
grows  out  of  later,  he  had  suggested  the 
customary  objections;  the  possible  taint 
of  blood,  the  harsh  law  of  heredity,  the 
fear  of  the  "throw-back"  to  evil  an- 
cestry. 

"But  if  you  only  saw  her.  Jack,  in 
her  little  cotton  frock  and  white  pina- 
fore," Kate  had  pleaded.  "And  there's 
a  tiny  chain  of  gold  about  her  little 
white  neck,  with  a  locket,  such  a  queer 
locket  to  lie  on  her  baby  breast.  It  was 
there  when  they  found  her.  Jack!  She 
was  in  a  room  of  a  London  slum,  crying 
by  the  side  of  her  dead  mother.  The 
home  folk  think  she  comes  of  good 
stock.  There  are  two  pictures  in  the 
locket,  a  man  and  a  woman,  and  the 
woman  was  the  baby's  mother." 

"She'll  surely  be  an  awful  lot  of 
trouble  to  you,  Katie,"  he  had  urged. 

"Trouble!"  She  laughed.  "She'll  be 
just  joy.  Her  name  is  June — June  Sum- 
mers, and  she  is  just  like  it.  Sometimes 
when  you're  away,  I'm  lonesome,  the 
old  house  seems  still  and  solemn  as  a 
church.  A  home  without  little  ones  at 
their  play,  is  no  real  home,  it's  only  a 
staying  place.    I  can  have  her,  Jack?" 

Of  course  she  knew  she  could,  or  any- 
thing  else   she   wanted.      So   June  had 


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come  to  them,  and  Jack  wondered  now 
what  the  world  would  have  been  like  had 
she  been  out  of  it.  He  could  not  imagine 
anything  so  desperately  dull;  so  he  rose 
from  his  chair,  the  dream  over.  To-day 
June  was  coming  home  to  stay.  She  had 
been  away  at  school,  the  best  school  he 
could  find,  hence  the  excitement.  Again 
the  watch  was  tugged  out.  The  laggard 
hands  had  actually  moved.  He  went  in- 
doors, volleyed  another  series  of  in- 
structions to  Mrs.  Dodge,  ran  out  to  the 
■car,  cranked  up,  and  sped  Stationwards. 

The  train  was  positively  on  time.  A 
brown-haired,  pretty  girl,  slimly  grace- 
ful, stood  on  the  platform  of  the  car,  a 
fat  Senegambian,  carrying  her  hand  bag- 
gage, in  grinning  contrast  at  her  side. 
Could  it  really  be  June?  It  was  only  a 
year  since  he  had  seen  her.  She  was  then 
in  shortish  frocks,  and  her  hair  in  long 
braids.  Now  her  skirts  reached  to  her 
shoe  tops,  and  her  hair  was  coiled  about 
her  shapely  head.  She  had  gone  away  a 
girl-child  and  had  come  back  a  girl-wo- 
man. It  seemed  to  Jack  all  very  alarming 
and  very  charming.  He  felt  a  positive 
fossil,  something  at  least  mid- Victorian, 
as  the  novelists  say  when  they  fall  down 
on  precise  description.  Yet,  despite  the 
feebleness  of  years  he  moved  with  aston- 
ishing  alacrity   towards   the   car   steps. 

"Jack,  you  delightful  old  dear!  I've 
a  good  mind  to  hug  you,"  said  June,  her 
hands  clasped  in  his. 

"By  all  means,"  he  smiled.  "That  is 
if  you  can  reconcile  your  kind  heart  to 
driving  the  men  who  are  looking  on  to  still 
worse  distraction.  Never  mind.  Let 
them  go  and  acquire  pretty  daughters  of 
their  own.  This  is  mine.  It's  mighty 
good  to  have  you  back  again,  June. 
I've  been  counting  the  days  and  hours, 
and  drivelling  slow  they  have  been. 
Tired?" 

"Not  a  bit,"  she  replied.  "But  the  train 
seemed  awfully  slow.  Still  I  am  here  at 
last.  Let's  hurry  home,  I  want  to  see 
what  you've  been  doing  there.  Baggage 
checks?  I  know  I  have  them  somewhere. 
Wherever  can  they  be?" 

SHE  rummaged  frantically  through 
a  ridiculous  little  handbag,  piling  the 
contents  into  Jack's  hands,  handkerchief, 
purse,  collections  of  pennies,  three 
nickels,  vanity  box,  postage  stamps,  bits 
of  ribbon,  and  ends  of  dress  goods  pieces. 
There  was  almost  everything  but  baggage 
checks.  Jack  sat  down  on  a  •  trunk  in 
a  state  of  perfect  delight.  She  was  a 
woman  all  right,  and  he  felt  the  joys  of 
domesticity  creeping  over  him. 

"In  the  cuff  of  your  sleeve,  perhaps," 
he  suggested.  "No?  Perhaps  in  the  band 
of  your  hat,  after  the  offensive  manner 
some  conductors  have  in  their  distribution 
of  tickets.  Pockets,  then.  You  haven't 
any?  Well,  I  didn't  know.  Pure  ignor- 
ance, honey.  There's  old  Nina,  the  Italian 
woman,  keeps  hers  in  the  recesses  of  her 
fourth  petticoat.  You  count  'em,  one-two- 
three,  and  four.  The  first  is,  or  once  was, 
pink,  second  a  subtle  kind  of  glowing  gin- 
ger, third — well,  never  mind,  if  you  don't 
want  to  hear,  but  the  pocket  is  in  the 
fourth.  Now,  Mrs.  Dodge,  on  the  other 
hand,  keeps  her  money  and  things  valu- 
able in  her  stocking.  You  look  round  the 
other  way,  then  when  you  hear  the  elastic 
snap,  you  know  everything's  all  right." 

"Don't  be  ridiculous,  Jack,"  said 
June  severely. 

"I'm  not,"  he  replied.  "Only  happy. 
Ah!  there  they  are  at  last,"  as  June  dis- 


covered them  in  an  inside  pocket  of  her 
purse. 

"I  knew  I  put  them  somewhere,"  she 
said,  triumphantly. 

"I  was  positive  you  had,"  he  agreed 
cheerfully.  "Now  we'll  be  off.  Dinner 
is  waiting.  I  can  hear  the  ghost  of  the 
fatted  calf  enquiring  why  he  was  sacri- 
ficed if  he  was  to  be  scandalously  over- 
-  done.  Hop  into  the  car,  and  we'll  be 
home  in  no  time." 

"What  a  beanty  it  is.  Jack,"  she  said 
delightedly  as  they  sped  smoothly  along 
the  road.  "You'll  have  to  teach  me  to  run 
it,  and  I'll  come  down  and  rout  you  out 
of  your  old  office,  and  take  you  for  long 
evening  spins,  just  the  two  of  us." 

"That  was  my  artful  object  in  buying  a 
two-seater,"  he  explained.  "Neighbors 
not  wanted.  Just  daughter  and  daddy. 
Do  you  know,  June,  when  I  saw  you  there 
on  the  train,  I  felt  a  hundred  years  old." 

"Why?"  she  laughed. 

"The  little  girl  in  pigtails  who  used  to 
fly  over  the  country  with  me  on  horse- 
back, was  gone.  I'll  stop  dyeing  my  hair, 
resign  myself  to  the  inevitable,  and  settle 
down  to  age's  sobriety,"  he  replied. 

"Don't  be  silly.  You  are  only  thirty- 
four,  and  you  haven't  changed  one  bit.  If 
I  didn't  know  your  vanity,  I'd  say  you  are 
growing  better  looking  than  ever.  Oh, 
Jack,  be  careful!  You  nearly  ran  over  a 
chicken,"  she  cried. 

"It  ought  to  know  better  than  to  cross 
my  path  when  I'm  dazed  by  flattery. 
Well,  here  we  are,  and  there  are  Mrs. 
Dodge  and  Eliza.  I'll  run  the  car  round 
and  be  back  directly."  And  he  helped 
her  down. 

WHEN  he  entered  the  dining  room  he 
could  hear  her  flying  from  room  to 
room  upstairs,  exploring  the  new  house. 
Presently  she  came  down  looking  prettier 
than  ever  in  a  dainty  white  summer 
dress. 

"What  a  wonderful  place  you  have 
made  of  it.  Jack!  I  can't  sit  down  till 
you  have  shown  me  all  over  it.  I've 
coaxed  Mrs.  Dodge  to  hold  back  dinner 
for  half  an  hour,"  she  said  eagerly. 

Away  they  went  together,  her  hand  on 
his  arm.  The  alterations  had  been  one 
of  the  year's  supreme  pleasures  to  him. 
He  had  practically  rebuilt  the  house,  only 
the  outer  shell  of  the  old  place  remain- 
ing. There  was  a  pretty  little  suite  set 
apart  upstairs  for  June,  a  spacious  dain- 
tily furnished  bedroom,  with  a  cosily  ap- 
pointed boudoir  connecting  with  it.  Ex- 
pensive rugs,  good  pictures,  and  a  case  of 
well  chosen  books  indicated  the  thought 
that  had  been  expended  to  make  the 
rooms  just  what  would  give  her  pleasure; 
and  her  delight  was  his  reward.  Down- 
stairs there  was  the  new  baby  grand 
piano  to  be  tried,  books  in  the  snug  library 
to  be  sampled  and  admired,  wonders  of  the 
kitchen  to  be  explored.  It  was  the  crown- 
ing moment  of  the  great  day  when  he  saw 
her  opposite  him  at  dinner,  prettily  busy 
with  the  teacups.  The  little  mistress  was 
back,  and  the  house  had  become  a  home. 
After  the  leisurely  meal,  there  were 
barns  and  stables  and  the  dairy  to  be 
visited,  then  there  was  a  stroll  to  the 
lake,  and  an  hour's  delight  on  the  pleasant 
waters. 

"Tired,"  he  asked  her,  when  again  they 
stood  before  the  house,  and  looked  down 
on  the  darkling  water.  She  had  been 
very  quiet  for  some  moments. 

"No,  I'm  just  perfectly  happy,"  she 
answered,   her    voice    faltering   a    little 


"It  is  all  so  wonderful,  your  thought  and 
goodness.  Jack.  If  only  Katie  had 
lived  to  enjoy  it!" 

"I  want  you  always  to  be  perfectly 
happy,  June,"  he  said  gently.  "It  was 
what  Kate  wanted.  I  think  she  knows  all 
that  this  means  to  us,  and  is  happier  be- 
cause of  our  gladness." 

THEY  went  into  the  library.  He  had 
planned  this  moment  before  in  his 
quiet  hours.  There  were  the  keys  to  be 
handed  over  to  her — outward  tokens  of 
her  headship  in  the  house,  the  passbook, 
with  her  name  written  in  it,  and  the 
cheque  book.  She  took  them  with  a 
smiling  timidity.  They  laughed  and 
joked  over  it,  then  became  very  serious, 
and  afterwards  laughed  again.  He 
explained  to  her  his  abdication  of  the 
house  rulership,  her  supremacy  over  Mrs. 
Dodge,  and  Eliza,  and  himself.  She  lis- 
tened, keys  and  books  in  her  hand,  and 
he  watched  with  quiet  delight  the  alterna- 
tions of  gravity  and  smiles  on  her  up- 
turned face.  He  could  again  hear  Kate's 
pleading   voice : 

"She  has  fine  silky  brown  hair,  and 
pink  rose  cheeks,  and  teeth  as  white  as 
milk.  And  the  laughter  of  her!  It  goes 
to  the  heart  like  sweet,  warm  sunshine." 

After  she  had  gone  to  bed,  he  sat  long 
in  deep  thought.  He  had  been  a  success- 
ful man,  had  known  his  hours  of  triumph, 
he  was  rich  at  thirty-four,  and  would  be 
much  richer,  but  never  before  had  the 
savor  of  success  been  so  satisfying. 


IL 

DARKNESS  had  fallen  on  the  grey  au- 
tumn day.  It  had  been  a  day  of  heavy 
rains  and  tempestuous  winds,  that  tore 
the  brilliant  foliage  from  the  trees,  and 
beat  it  into  the  mire.  The  clerks  had  gone 
away  and  Beresford  was  alone  in  the 
offices,  finishing  some  delayed  work.  He 
was  about  to  call  June  up  and  tell  her 
he  was  leaving  for  home,  when  a  knock 
sounded  on  the  door,  and,  in  response  to 
his  call,  two  persons,  a  man  and  a  woman, 
entered.  They  were  strangers  to  him, 
both  elderly,  the  man  short,  bearded, 
dapper,  the  woman  with  a  pleasant,  aris- 
tocratic face.  Jack  rose  to  meet  them. 
What  their  errand  might  be  he  could 
not  guess,  but  a  vague  uneasiness  stirred 
in  him. 

"Mr.  Beresford,  I  believe."  And  the 
man  extended  his  hand.  Jack  judged  him 
to  be  an  Englishman  of  the  superior  class. 

"My  name  is  Cranston — Sir  William 
Cranston,"  he  said.  "Lady  Cranston — 
Mr.  Beresford."  Jack  bowed  at  the  in- 
troduction, and  placed  chairs  for  them. 

"We  were  directed  to  your  residence 
from  the  Rectory,"  explained  Sir  William. 
"We  met  there  your  — ward.  Miss  Sum- 
mers, and  after  some  conversation  with 
her,  decided  to  call  upon  you  here  even  at 
this  late  hour." 

"I  was  about  to  leave  for  home,"  said 
Beresford.  "Won't  you  let  me  drive  you 
there?  It  will  be  much  more  comfort- 
able." 

"Thank  you,  I  think  we  can  explain  our 
visit  more  satisfactorily  here,"  said  the 
visitor.    "It  is  in  reference  to  Miss  Sum-      J 
mers  that  we  have  come."  ^ 

"It  will  help  to  an  understanding  of 
the  matter  if  we  explain  at  once  that 
June  is  our  granddaughter,"  said  the 
lady,  speaking  for  the  first  time. 

Continued  on  page  90. 


The  Success  of  William  T.  Dewart 

A  Canadian  Who  Has  Had  a  Remarkable  Career 


By  Erman  J.  Ridgway 


Editor's  Note — William  T.  Dewart  is  a 
Canadian  and  a  member  of  the  well-knoiun 
Deivart  family  of  Ontario.  Born  in  Fenelon 
Falls  he  early  moved  to  New  York,  and, 
although  still  a  young  man,  fills  very  success- 
fully the  important  position  of  general  man- 
ager of  the  Frank  A.  Munsey  Co.  Erman  J. 
Ridgway  is  the  former  owner  and  publisher 
of  Everybody's  Magazine. 


IF  OLD  PROVERBS,  old  saws  were 
wholly  true  instead  of  being  half 
true  or  less,  the  hero  of  this  tale 
would  be  a  lumberman ;  because  the  first 
job  he  had  was  in  a  saw  mill. 

"The  boy  is  father  to  the  man."  But 
usually  the  boy-father  is  unconscionably 
slow  about  revealing  the  kind  of  a  man 
he  is  going  to  be.  In  fact  he  doesn't  know. 
His  mates  may  think  they  know.  His 
elders  may  hazard  a  guess.  His  earthly 
father  least  of  all  knows.  Earthly  fathers 
commonly  spare  no  effort  to  make  a  third 
class  professional  man  or  artist  out  of  a 
first-class  business  man  or  artisan. 

Or  the  other  way  round. 

Frank  A.  Munsey  gives  us  a  new  pro- 
verb: "You  can't  get  out  of  a  man  what 
the  Almighty  didn't  put  into  him."  It 
is  flawless.  Put  in  the  reverse  it  sums 
up  ail  the  truth  there  is  in  the  old  boy- 
father  saw.  What  comes  out  of  the  man 
was  latent,  potential  in  the  boy.  But 
there  were  half  a  dozen  other  men  latent 
in  that  same  boy.  He  was  potential 
father  to  a  large  family  of  boys.  Else 
freciwill  goes  by  the  board  and  all  our 
effort  for  a  right  environment  is  spend- 
thrift. The  boy  who  makes  a  man  of 
himself  could  have  made  a  beast  of 
himself  and  all  the  grades  between. 
But  he  chose  to  make  a  man.  Therein 
lies  his  glory  and  his  inspiration. 

Any  man  who  lives  a  clean  life,  who 
lives  up  to  his  talents  whatever  they  are 
has  made  great  effort  and  sacrifices.  He 
is  a  real  success  even  though  he  has  but 
one  talent  and  lives  unknown.  The  man 
with  many  talents  or  with  one  towering 
talent  must  make  effort  and  sacrifice  in 
proportion  before  he  can  claim  his 
honors. 

Caruso  we  think  of  as  a  genius  sing- 
ing his  way  into  the  hearts  of  the  multi- 
tude freely,  as  a  bird.  The  hours  of 
drudgery,  the  care  of  his  voice,  the  life  of 
self-denial,  the  colossal  labor  of  memoriz- 
ing so  many  roles — what  a  price  he  has 
paid  and  pays  for  his  triumph. 

Gladstone,  the  Grand  Old  Man  of  Bri- 
tain. How  "easy"  it  all  seemed  from 
outside,  and  yet  as  you  read  Mor- 
ley's  life  your  head  fairly  aches  with  the 
strain  he  put  upon  himself  and  your 
heart  aches  too  with  his  bitter  defeats 
and  self-lashings. 

AM  to  paint  a  picture  of  my  friend  and 

I  remind  you  that  effort  must  be  in  pro- 
portion to  talent  in  any  success  so  that 


you  and  I  will  view 
the  portrait  from 
the  same  angle  and 
in  the  same  light. 

I  greatly  admire 
William  T.  Dewart, 
both  because  of  his 
talents  and  because 
he  has  made  efforts, 
sacrifices  to  develop 
them.  I  believe  he 
is  going  a  long  way. 
Certainly  he  has 
come  a  long  way. 

Usually  we  mea- 
sure a  man  against 
his  rivals  without 
knowing  their  rela- 
tive resources,  tal- 
ents and  handicaps. 
This  man  is  here, 
that  one  there  — 
therefore.  Where- 
as the  one  who  at 
the  time  of  the  com- 
parison   is   not   so 

far  advanced,  may  have  travelled  a  much 
harder,  longer  road.  The  fairest  way  to 
judge  anybody,  especially  oneself,  is  to 
look  back  at  his  milestones.  That 
is  the  just  and  often  comforting  way. 

I  do  not  know  a  great  deal  about  Mr. 
Dewart's  boyhood  and  I  have  not  troubl- 
ed to  look  it  up.  Boyhoods  tell  very 
little.  I  knew  him  first  at  the  age  of 
twenty-two  and  most  of  our  talk  since 
has  been  about  the  present  and  future. 
Rarely  about  the  past.  Out  of  the  few 
reminiscences  he  and  I  have  taken  time  to 
exchange  I  rather  vaguely  recall  that  the 
father  lost  his  money  and,  as  he  had  a 
large  family,  the  boys  went  to  work.  I 
think  that  William  was  a  delicate  boy. 
But  he  must  have  gotten  through  it  at 
adolescence  for  he  was  doing  a  man's 
work  in  a  planing  mill  before  he  was  six- 
teen. That  would  seem  to  preclude  a  com- 
plete high-school  education,  but  maybe  it 
was  vacation  work.  I  believe  he  did  pat- 
ronize the  high  schools.  You  see  it  is  all 
hazy  in  my  mind.  I  remember  that  he 
was  foreman  in  a  button  factory  before  he 
voted.  And  he  must  have  picked  up  the 
fundamentals  of  accounting  somewhere 
along  the  way,  for  when  I  first  heard 
from  him  he  applied  for  the  position  of 
bookkeeper. 

I  was  then  general  manager  for  Frank 
A.  Munsey,  the  position  which  Mr. 
Dewart  now  holds,  although  the  position 


William  T.  Dewart. 

is  vastly  larger  now  because  Mr.  Munsey's 
enterprises  are  vastly  greater.  Mr.  Mun- 
sey had  built  a  huge  printing  plant  in 
New  London,  Connecticut,  to  escape  labor 
annoyances  in  New  York  and  to  give 
his  employees  the  opportunity  to  own 
their  own  homes  in  a  beautiful  environ- 
ment. But  the  skilled  printers  longed  for 
the  "flesh-pots  in  New  York"  and  made 
trouble.  Mr.  Munsey  in  disgust  unloaded 
the  ungrateful  crew  overnight  and  moved 
back  to  New  York.  A  dramatic  story,  but 
not  in  place  here.  Then,  not  to  leave  the 
building  idle,  to  make  it  earn  its  keep,  Mr. 
Munsey  started  a  department  store  on  the 
first  floor  and  a  hotel  in  the  upper  stories 
with  a  dining-room  on  top. 

Enters  young  Dewart.  We  had  a  suc- 
cession of  managers  for  the  hotel,  each 
successively  poorer,  and  I  was  in  New 
London  trying  to  unsnarl  the  bookkeeping 
tangle  left  by  the  latest  failure  when  I 
got  Mr.  Dewart's  letter  applying  for  the 
position  of  bookkeeper.  Our  head  ac- 
countant in  New  York  was  engaged  on 
more  important  work  and,  liking  Mr. 
Dewart's  letter  and  the  words  of  his  spon- 
sors, 1  wrote  him  to  come  on  for  an  in- 
terview. This  proving  satisfactory  I  set 
him  to  work  on  the  tangle  and  went  back 
to  New  York. 

A  few  weeks  later  Mr.  Munsey  went 
up    to    New    London    taking    along   the 


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head  accountant 
and  when  he  re- 
turned, he  told 
me,  quite  by  ac- 
cident, that  the 
head  accountant 
did  not  like  the 
work  of  the  man 
I  had  left  on  the 
tangle  and  had 
let  him  go.  I  give 
these  details  to  . 
show  by  what 
slender  ropes 
life's  elevator 
rises.  The  head 
accountant  had 
our  confidence 
and  ordinarily  I 
would  have  ac- 
cepted his  judg- 
ment without  a 
thought.  But 
unconsciously  to 
myself  the  youth 
had  impressed 
me,  for  I 
promptly  said  to 
M  r .  Munsey, 
"Oh,  I'm  sorry. 
I  think  that  was 
a  mistake."  Mr. 
Munsey  had  ac- 
cepted the  head 
b  o  o  k  k  e  eper's 

judgment  just  as  I  ordinarily  would  have 
done  but,  valuing  my  instinct  for  good 
points  in  men,  he  said  promptly:  "If  you 
feel  that  way  about  it,  don't  let  him  go." 

That  day  or  the  next  I  got  a  letter  from 
Mr.  Dewart.  "He  had  been  cut  off  in 
his  hey  day,"  he  said,  or  words  to  that 
effect.  He  knew  he  could  make  good.  He 
liked  the  house.  He  wanted  to  work  for 
us.  "What  did  we  have  for  him  in  New 
York?"  he  asked. 

In  the  distributing  branch  of  our  pub- 
lishing business  we  had  eight  or  ten 
bookkeepers.  I  gave  him  a  set  of  these 
books,  the  head  accountant  being  luke- 
warm, and  the  head  of  the  department 
neutral.  In  a  very  short  time  Mr.  Dewart 
was  getting  his  own  balances  so  quickly 
that  he  had  time  to  help  the  other  book- 
keepers— and  did. 

MR.  MUNSEY,  like  most  of  the  big 
men  I  have  known,  carries  practi- 
cally everything  in  his  head.  He  knows 
about  where  everything  is  "at"  all  the 
time.  Not  having  this  rare  gift  I  in- 
vented a  record  book  which  I  carefully 
consulted  before  each  interview  with  Mr. 
Munsey  in  order  that  I  might  not  be 
wholly  at  a  disadvantage.  Mr.  Dewart 
made  the  book  for  me  and  kept  it  up  to 
date.  It  was  done  at  night  and  helped  to 
satisfy  his  insatiable  hunger  for  work. 
This  night  work  brought  us  very  close 
together.  It  gave  me  confidence  in  the 
accountant  and  a  desire  to  advance  the 
man.     It  began  our  friendship. 

I  hope  I  am  not  tiring  you  with  details. 
They  bring  warm  memories  to  me.  And 
they  show  that  Mr.  Dewart  started  out 
to  get  somewhere.  That  he  would  not  be 
shunted;  that  he  did  not  shy  at  a  hostile 
superior;  that  he  had  confidence  in  him- 
self; that  he  had  no  engagements  when 
the  business  could  use  him;  and  he  found 
no  fun  so  alluring  as  the  fight  to  get 
ahead. 

Mr.  Munsey  knew  what  was  going  on^ 
superfluous  comment — and  it  was  not  long 
before  he  advanced  Mr.  Dewart  to  the 


Mrs.  William  T.  Dewart. 


main  books  and, 
when  the  head 
accountant  died, 
he  got  the  place. 
He  had  already 
been  doing  the 
work  for  months. 
The  business 
meantime  was 
branching  out. 
Newspapers  had 
been  bought  and 
reorganized,  a 
chain  of  markets 
started  and  new 
periodicals 
launched.  A 
fast,  hard  pace. 
Mr.  Dewart  bent 
his  back  to  each 
new  load  and 
marched  off  with 
it  smiling.  His 
dream  was  com-* 
ing  true.  When 
I  left  Mr.  Mun- 
sey's  employ  Mr. 
Dewart  automa- 
tically advanced 
to  the  position 
of  general. man- 
ager because  he 
was  ready.  He 
had  been  doing 
the  overflow  of 
my    work    along    with    his    own. 


I  PAUSE  again  to  point  out  that  Mr. 
Dewart  had  employed  the  years  so 
intelligently  that  he  was  ready  for  the 
big  jobs  when  they  came.  Also  that  he 
had  worked  so  tactfully  that  everybody 
wanted  him  to  have  the  big  jobs  when 
they  came.  That  means  an  immense 
amount  of  kindliness  on  the  way,  and 
helpfulness.  At  the  bottom  of  it  all  was 
intelligence.  If  he  had  not  been  big 
enough  for  the  jobs  as  they  came  along, 
if  the  Almighty  had  not  put  exceptional 
brains  in  his  head  all  his  work  and  all 
his  tact  could  not  have  lifted  him  above 
his  fellows.  But  after  giving  humble 
thanks  to  the  Almighty  for  his  inherit- 
ance he  is  entitled  to  a  great  big  credit 
mark  on  his  own  account.  His  credit  for 
the  hours  of  work  when  others  played  or 
lounged;  for  the  hours  given  to  helping 
the  less  able  and  less  fortunate;  for  the 
strict  life  in  keeping  fit;  for  nerve  in 
tackling  the  untried;  for  courage  in  the 
teeth  of  failure;  for  poise  in  the  hours  of 
triumph.  All  of  these  even  the  man  of 
superior  gifts  must  show  who  would  come 
as  far  as  Mr.  Dewart  has  come. 

It  is  a  habit  of  failures  to  complain  that 
theil-  rivals  had  all  the  luck.  The  Bur- 
mese have  a  proverb,  "the  more  you  know 
the  more  luck  you  haVe."  Mr.  Dewart, 
not  trusting  to  luck,  set  out  to  make  his 
own  good  fortune.  He  made  it  in  the 
house  of  Munsey.  If  he  had  not  made  it 
there  he  would  not  have  tarried.  He  fur- 
nished the  initiative  and  the  steam.  Have 
you  ever  noticed  how  the  aimless  pedes- 
trians on  the  sidewalk  get  out  of  the  way 
of  the  man  who  is  going  some  place?  The 
world  makes  way  for  the  man  who  knows 
where  he  is  going.  If  the  head  accountant 
had  not  died  Mr.  Dewart  would  have  ad- 
advanced  over  him  just  the  same.  If  I 
had  not  departed  the  two  of  us  working 
together  would  have  helped  Mr.  Munsey 
to  make  our  jobs  large  ent)Ugh  to  satisfy 
us  or  he  would  have  departed  and  made 
himself  larger  elsewhere.    The  man  with 


the  initiative  and  the  steam  cannot  be 
kept  from  his  goal. 

A  friend  of  mine  asked  Mr.  Edison  if 
the  difference  between  a  failure  and  a 
success  was  the  difference  between  going 
up  a  by-path  and  sticking  to  the  main 
road.  "0,  no,"  said  Mr.  Edison,  "every 
man  gets  off  the  main  road  into  the  woods 
and  swamps,  but  the  successes  splash 
round  until  they  find  the  main  road 
again." 

IN  THE  business  world  there  are  three 
groups  of  talents — talents  for  organi- 
zation, talents  for  manufacturing,  talents 
for  merchandising.  I  want  to  tell  you 
about  Mr.  Dewart's  talents,  about  his 
place  in  the  Munsey  house,  about  his 
work  there;  but,  in  order  to  keep  the  pro- 
portions, a  word  about  Mr.  Munsey  him- 
self is  necessary. 

Briefly,  Mr.  Munsey  has  exceptional 
talent  for  origination.  The  cheap  maga- 
zine was  his  idea.  The  fiction  magazine 
was  his  idea.  The  list  is  long.  He  has 
unusual  talent  for  manufacturing.  His 
plant  turns  out  a  better  grade  of  work 
and  more  of  it  for  the  money  than  any 
other  plant.  He  has  a  remarkable  talent 
for  merchandising.  He  is  the  closest  buyer 
I  ever  knew  and  one  of  the  best  sellers. 
Munsey's  Magazine  could  make  money 
without  carrying  advertising.  That  is 
unique.  Mr.  Munsey  has  marked  talents 
outside  the  business  field.  He  is  an  editor, 
an  author.  He  builds  strong,  beautiful 
buildings  and  loves  it.  And  he  is  a 
financier.  He  has  other  talents.  In  fact 
if  he  were  ever  tempted  to  imitate  the 
slothful  servant  of  the  parable  and  lay 
away  his  talents  in  a  napkin,  he  would 
need  a  tablecloth. 

Now  talents  are  live,  imperious  things. 
They  possess  their  possessors.  I  can 
fancy  a  group  crowding  around  Mr.  Mun- 
sey every  morning,  climbing  upon  his 
knees,  clamoring  to  be  used.  He  uses 
them  all  by  ones  and  threes  and  groups. 
And  his  general  manager  helps  him  or 
substitutes  for  him.  That  means,  be- 
tween chief  and  manager,  mutual  under- 
standing, confidence,  esteem,  a  delicate 
relationship  for  which  both  must  have 
talent.  And  it  means  handling  a  kalei- 
doscope variety  of  highly  complex  busi- 
ness problems  of  all  colors,  shapes  and 
sizes  and  handling  them  successfully. 

It  is  time  to  give  you  a  more  definite 
idea  of  the  Munsey  enterprises.  The 
parent  is  the  magazine  publishing  busi- 
ness— four  national  magazines,  I  think, 
with  their  problems  of  editing,  illustrat- 
ing, manufacture,  distribution  and  sale. 
Their  annual  profits  have  averaged  close 
to  a  million  for  years.  Next  is  the  Mohi- 
can Hotel  at  New  London,  a  superb  plant, 
making  good  money.  Then  there  are  the 
Mohican  stores,  a  chain  of  40  or  50  mar- 
kets, which  net  over  half  a  million  a  year. 
There  is  a  group  of  businesses  in  Wash- 
ington, D.C.,  consisting  of  a  huge  office 
building,  a  daily  newspaper  and  a  bank 
and  trust  company;  the  group  in  Balti- 
more consisting  of  a  beautiful  office  build- 
ing, a  newspaper  and  a  bank  and  trust 
company,  all  of  which  have  lately  been 
sold,  but  on  terms  I  fancy  which  make  it 
agreeable  to  keep  a  telescopic  eye  on  them. 
Then  there  are  a  bank  and  trust  company 
in  New  York,  and,  finally,  the  great  New 
York  Sun  which  Mr.  Munsey  with  a  char- 
acteristically bold  stroke  bought,  merged 
with  it  his  New  York  Press,  and  in  a  few  -, 
months  turned  it  from  a  financial  loser  j 
into  a  winner.     There  are  a  number  of 


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minor  interests,  but  these  are  the  big  ones 
and  in  addition  to  them  there  are  enorm- 
ous transactions  in  Wall  Street.  I  don't 
know  the  details,  but  I  heard  at  one  time 
from  the  outside  that  Mr.  Munsey  was 
the  largest  individual  holder  of  steel 
stocks  in  the  world. 

JUST  a  reading  of  that  list  will  give 
you  some  idea  of  the  colossal  effort, 
the  unremitting  application,  the  number- 
less intricate  complications,  the  host  of 
delicate  decisions  the  men  responsible 
must  have  made  through  the  years.  And 
Mr.  Dewart  has  come  through  eighteen 
years  at  this  terrific  pace,  thirteen  years 
as  general  manager  with  mounting  power 
and  improving  health  until  he  is  at  forty- 
one  as  fine  a  physical  and  mental  speci- 
men as  you  are  likely  to  know. 

He  is  above  the  average  height  with 
wide  shoulders  and  deep  chest,  straight, 
supple,  tireless.  But  not  thin.  The  nerves 
are  comfortably  insulated.  He  diets  for 
efficiency's  sake  and  to  keep  his  weight 
down  to  180.  He  has  clear  grey  eyes  and 
the  Dewart  head,  big  and  impressive. 
You  would  look  at  him  twice  in  a  crowd. 
His  voice  is  a  bit  high  in  argument,  other- 
wise there  is  no  suggestion  of  tenseness. 
To  the  onlooker  he  goes  through  his  vast 
labor  with  perfect  naturalness  and  al- 
most ridiculous  ease.  His  mind  is  remark-, 
ably  keen  and  quick.  It  shoots  through 
and  round  a  subject  like  lightning,  but 
the  onlooker  only  sees  a  strong,  un- 
troubled, kindly  face  not  overly  concerned. 

Handling  in  the  same  morning  a  multi- 
plicity of  problems  concerning  half  a 
dozen  businesses  never  seems  to  confuse 
him  or  irritate  him.  They  would  drive 
many  men  frantic.  Mr.  Dewart  goes 
through  them  as  if  they  made  a  pleasant 
garden  through  which  he  is  privileged  to 
stroll,  stopping  here  to  prune  a  broken 
stem,  and  there  to  prop  a  one-sided  shrub ; 
meantime  gathering  posies.  You  know 
people  for  whom  flowers  just  love  to  grow. 
Businesses  are  like  that  with  him.  They 
will  do  most  anything  for  him.  In  the 
Munsey  gardens  the  flowers  that  cannot 
be  made  to  grow  are  pulled  up  by  the 
roots. 

To  date  Mr.  Dewart  has  shown  his 
greatest  talents  in  the  field  of  business, 
in  the  merchandising  and  manufacturing 
sections  of  that  field  and  pre-eminently 
merchandising.  His  keenest  joy  is  to  buy 
and  sell.  Soon  after  the  war  started  he 
bought  for  the  Mohican  stores  all  the 
flour  they  could  handle  and  all  the  sugar 
and  all  of  everything  else  that  was  likely 
to  go  out  of  sight.  Of  course  he  made  a 
killing.  When  the  paper  famine  hit  the 
publishers  the  Munsey  house  had  con- 
tracts well  ahead.  Mr.  Dewart  would 
make  a  capital  success  of  any  merchan- 
dise business  he  cared  to  enter.  He  can 
buy  right,  sell  right,  organize,  manage, 
finance,  spend  right,  save  right,  treat  his 
associates  right.  Men  trust  him,  like  to 
work  with  him.  He  is  keen  and  sound. 
On  principle  he  gives  a  dollar's  worth. 
He  will  go  a  long  way — only  41,  sturdy, 
able,  competent  and  divinely  discon- 
tented. 

So  much  for  business.  Now  for  the 
woman  in  the  case. 

Kind,  kind  and  gentle  is  she. 
Kind  is  my  Mary; 
The  fairest  blossom  on  the  tree. 
Cannot  compare  with   Mary. 

That  was  a  popular  song  when  Mary 
Wheeler  and  Billy  Dewart  were  married. 


and  Billy's 
friends  sang  it 
with  gusto  at  his 
bachelor  dinner 
with  Billy's 
voice  o  n  top. 
Billy  used  to 
sing  in  the  choir 
back  home,  and 
later  at  St.  Bar- 
tholomew's i  n 
New  York.  At 
his  bachelor  din- 
ner Billy  sang, 
the  rest  of  us  did 
our  best.  And 
we  all  meant  it. 
Mary  Dewart  is 
a  darling.  She 
leaves  a  trail  of 
tenderness 
wherever  she 
goes. 

They  have  two 
fine  boys  and  a 
baby  daughter. 
Their  apart- 
ment is  luxuri- 
ous, but  the 
home  atmos- 
phere is  "the 
same  that 
mother  used  to 
make,"  cosy, 
cordial    with 

welcome  written  everywhere  but  on  the 
d^r  mat.  They  have  lots  of  music, 
Mary  playing  Billy's  accompaniments, 
and  showing  him  off  as  a  good  wife 
should.  Both  have  the  talent  for  friend- 
ship. Both  are  making  new  friends  all 
the  time  and  neither  gives  up  the  old  ones. 
There  is  nothing  ingrowing  about  the 
Dewarts. 

For  recreation  they  have  in  winter  the 
usual  round  of  dinners,  dances,  the 
theatre,  the  opera,  with  walking  and 
motoring  for  out  of  doors.  In  summer 
they  have  a  place  at  the  Thousand  Islands 
with  sailing  and  golf  and  all  the  rest. 
Mr.  Dewart  was  a  good  ball  player  back 
home.  If  he  played  golf  regularly  he 
would  play  it  well.  He  is  a  natural  ath- 
lete. "The  common  mistake  of  golfers  is 
to  think  of  "stance"  and  "grip"  and 
"swing"  and  "eye"  and  then  forget  that 
the  game  is  to  get  the  ball  to  the  pin. 
Mr.  Dewart  while  thinking  of  the  means 
never  forgets  the  object.  He  goes  for 
the  pin,  with  the  resuh  that  he  "follows 
through"  and  rarely  gets  off  the  line  of 
play.     Golf  reveals  character  more  than 


any    other    out- 
door game. 

The  Dewart 
tribe  is  clannish. 
With  them  blood 
is  thicker  than 
ordinary.  The 
brothers  and 
sisters,  seven  of 
them  I  think, 
stand  by  and 
boost  each  other. 
The  five  I  know 
have  the  Dewart 
head.  Robert, 
older  than  Wil- 
liam, has  a  fine 
brood  back 
home  A  stal- 
w  a  r  t  citizen. 
Hugh,  the 
youngest,  man- 
ages the  Mohi- 
can chain  of 
stores.  He  has 
brilliant  p  r  o  - 
mise. 


N' 


Robert    T.   Dewart,  father  of  William  T. 


OW  FOR  A 
few  last 
touches  of  color 
and  shadings 
and  this  portrait 
of  my  friend  is 
finished. 
In  money  matters  Mr.  Dewart  is 
thrifty.  He  has  never  spent  his  salary. 
He  always  has  money  and  shares  when 
his  friends  need.  In  keeping  confidences 
he  is  safe  as  the  Sphinx.  In  loyalty  he 
holds  the  finest  balance  I  ever  knew.  He 
goes  to  church.  Religion  is  bred  in  the 
Dewarts.  He  is  a  week  day  Christian, 
too.  He  finds  abundant  opportunity  for 
helpfulness  in  the  cases  that  come  to  him 
through  his  daily  work.  But  he  is  not 
emotional.  His  heart  like  his  head  works 
fast  and  true  with  never  an  outward  sign. 
I  have  been  with  him  through  deep  valleys 
when  his  heart  was  torn  and  he  gave  no 
sign.  No  protest.  No  tears.  He  has 
been  with  me  through  deep  valleys.  His 
sympathy  is  quick  and  not  strained,  ex- 
pressed in  thoughtful  attentions  and  few 
words.  It  does  not  flood  and  soon  falter, 
but  flows  evenly  as  long  as  the  need  en- 
dures. He  remembers  anniversaries  both 
happy  and  sad,  and  as  the  happy  ones 
recur  his  friends  are  likely  to  hear  from 
him.  Billy  Dewart  has  a  talent  for 
friendship. 


Young  Writer  at 
the  Front 


Lieut.  Baxter. 


Arthur  Beverly  Baxter, 

whose  clever  story  "The  Man 
Who  Scoffed"  appears  in  this 
issue,  has  gone  overseas  with 
the  Engineering  Signaling 
Corps.  He  will,  however,  con- 
tinue to  contribute  to  Mac- 
Lean's,  and  the  best  story  he 
has  yet  done  is  scheduled  to 
appear    in    an    early    issue. 


The  Man  Who  Scoffed 

By  Arthur  Beverly  Baxter 

Who    lorote   "The   Mad  Hatter,"   "The  Traditions  of  the  Honorable 
Algernon,"   etc. 

I  i  1  u  s  t  r  a  t  e  d    b  y     Henry     Raleigh 


DENNIS  MONTAGUE  emerged 
from  his  bath,  glowing  and  talka- 
tive. A  luxurious  deep  blue  dress- 
ing gown  was  wrapped  about  his  form,  the 
color  in  it  accentuating  the  grey-blue  of 
his  eyes  and  his  light  brown  hair.  His 
valet  stood  beside  his  bed,  on  w^hich  re- 
posed a  complete  and  expensive  set  of 
garments  suitable  for  a  gentleman  bent 
on  spending  the  evening  out. 

"Ah,  Sylvester,  that's  right.  We  poor 
devils  of  men  must  look  as  well  as  the 
abominable  fashions  will  permit.  What 
is  the  time?" 

"Gone  past  seven,  sir." 

"Dear  me — I  shall  be  late.  I  am  always 
late,  Sylvester.  It  partly  accounts  for  my 
extraordinary  popularity — a  hostess  is  so 
relieved  to  see  me  by  the  time  I  turn  up 
at  her  dinner  party  that,  for  years  after- 
wards, she  always  associates  my  face  with 
pleasant  sensations.  Any  mail,  Sylves- 
ter?" 

His  servant  crossed  to  the  table  on 
which  there  reposed  a  half  dozen  letters. 

"These  came  in  this  afternoon,  sir." 

"Read  them  to  me  while  I  dress." 

"READ  them,  Mr.  Montague?"  The 
valet's  face  was  a  study  in  respectful  ex- 
postulation. 

"Is  the  idea  so  preposterous,  my  dear 
fellow?  I  believe  that  most  people  write 
letters  with  the  idea  of  having  them 
read." 

The  decorous  Sylvester  sighed  and 
broke  the  seal  of  the  first  letter. 

"  'I  would  beg  to  remind  you,' "  he 
read,  "  'that  your  account — '  " 

Montague  made  a  deprecatory  gesture. 

"How  polite  these  tradesmen  are,"  he 
said.  "I  shall  expect  one,  some  day,  to 
€nclose  forget-me-nots.    The  next  letter?" 

Sylvester  solemnly  opened  a  diminutive 
envelope. 

"  'Mrs.  W.  De-Ponsy  Harris  requests 
the  pleasure—'  " 

"Another  request!  What  is  it — a  tea  or 
dance?" 

"A  dinner,  si'r." 

"Good— I  shall  go.  Mrs.  Harris  is  the 
worst  hostess  in  the  city,  but  she  keeps 
the.  best  cook.    Proceed." 

"*  I  ^  HE  worthy  Sylvester  took  from  the 
••■  table  a  delicately  scented  letter  that 
breathed  its  delightful  suggestion  of  ro- 
mance to  his  grateful  nostrils,  whereupon 
he  promptly  blushed  a  deep  unlovely  to- 
mato-like red. 

"It  starts,"  said  he,  "  'My  Dearest 
Love—'  " 

His  master  glanced  at  him. 

"Don't  blush,"  he  said.  "The  grand  pas- 
sion is  nothing  to  be  ashamed  of."  He 
carefully  adjusted  his  tie.  "What  is  the 
young  lady's  name?" 

"Myrtle,  sir." 

"Ah,  yes,  poor  little  Myrtle.  What  a 
pity  a  woman  clings  to  a  romance  when 
it  is  dead.  There  is  something  morbid  in 
women  that  makes  them  do  it.  It  is  like 
embracing  a  corpse." 

"Shall  I  read  it,  sir?" 


"No — no — don't  bother.  I  know  what's 
in  it.  On  the  third  page  she  declares  that 
she  hates  me,  and  on  the  fifth  page  she 
denies  it.  Myrtle  runs  so  deucedly  to 
form." 

A  look  of  relief  crossed  the  rotund  coun- 
tenance of  Mr.  Sylvester  as  he  took  up 
the  last  letter. 

"It's  from  a  society  for  educating  the 
poor,  sir." 

"Tear  it  up.  What  we  need  is  a  society 
for  educating  the  rich." 

Completely  dressed,  he  turned  about 
and  struck  an  attitude. 

"It  is  my  intention  some  day;"  he  said, 
with  grandiloquent  airiness,  "  to  found  a 
'Conservatoire  Universale,'  where  philan- 
thropists, will  be  taught  charity,  minis- 
ters of  the  gospel  will  gain  humility,  musi- 
cians will  learn  to  feel  and  newspaper 
writers  will  take  up  the  elements  of  langu- 
age. Heavens!  Such  a  scope  as  I  would 
have!  Stick  your  head  out  the  window 
and  see  if  a  taxi  is  w'aiting." 

Sylvester  raised  the  window  and  s#i- 
veyed  the  street  below. 

"It's  there,  sir,"  he  said,  drawing  his 
head  in. 

"Then  I  shall  leave  you.  Mrs.  LeRoy  is 
giving  a  dinner  party  this  evening,  and 
she  invariably  has  guests  who  listen 
charmingly.     Good  night,  Sylvester." 

"Good  night,  sir." 

When  he  was  gone,  William  Sylvester 
scratched  his  thinly  covered  head.  He 
then  shrugged  his  shoulders  and  followed 
these  actions  by  pouring  out  a  glass  of 
sherry..    He  took  a  sip. 

"'Eavens!"  he  said  aloud,  " 'ow  'e  do 
talk." 

> 

T\  ENNIS  MONTAGUE  was  twenty- 
■*— '  eight  years  of  age,  and  had  an  income 
which  made-  consistent  toil  unnecessary. 
To  be  true,  he  wrote  for  one  or  two  maga- 
zines and  dabbled  with  law  in  a  desultory 
manner,  having  been  called  to  the  bar 
some  four  years  previous.  But  he  re- 
mained an  utter  stranger  to  work,  and 
loved  luxury  with  the  sensuous  delight  of 
an  Eastern  houri.  The  present  was  de- 
lightful and  the  future  was  simply  the 
present  carried  on.  When,  on  this  parti- 
cular evening,  however,  his  taxi  stopped 
at  the  home  of  Mrs.  LeRoy,  it  left  him  at 
the  place  where  his  whole  life  was  to  be 
altered  in  a  single  evening. 

After  his  usual  apologies  for  tardiness, 
he  led  Mrs.  LeRoy  in  to  dinner  and  in 
five  minutes  his  wit  and  repartee  were 
dominating  the  entire  party.  Whether  or 
not  his  brain  was  gold,  Montague  always 
glittered,  and  people  love  things  that  glit- 
ter. 

After  dinner  they  danced.  Mrs.  LeRoy 
was  not  a  gifted  hostess,  but  she  acted  on 
the  principle  that  food,  wine  and  music — 
providing  the  food  and  wine  were  high 
class  and  the  music  was  not — would  make 
any  evening  a  success.  Few  of  her  guests 
disagreed  with  her — their  feet  and  tongues 
were  light  and  they  danced  and  talked 


without  self-consciousness  or   mental  ef- 
fort. 

It  was  nearly  twelve  o'clock  whea  Den- 
nis Montague  led  Vera  Dalton  into  a 
moonlit  recess  of  the  conservatory. 

"What  a  night,"  he  said,  as  they  stood 
together  surveying  the  silver  glints  of  the 
moonlight  upon  the  lawn  outside.  The 
girl  was  silent;  .but  a  lifting  cloud  caused 
a  ray  of  light  to  mingle  with  her  hair. 
Montague  turned  towards  her,  his  eyes 
brilliant  and  his  face  flushed. 

He  took  her  hands  in  his  and  drew  her 
towards  him. 

"Don't,"  she  said,  quietly. 
"Women    always    say    'don't',"    he    re- 
plied.    "I  supose  they  like  to  have  a  pre- 
liminary tete-a-tete  with  their  conscience 
before  they  commit  an  indiscretion." 
"But  I  mean  it,  Dennis." 
"All  women  mean  it.  Vera." 
"Please  let  go  of  my  hands." 
"If  you  pay  the  price." 
"And  you  call  yourself  a  gentleman — 
don't  you?" 

"I  have  a  valet  and  three  addresses." 
The   girl   bit  her   lip  and   then   looked 
quickly  up  as  though  she  would  read  into 
his  very  soul. 

"Why,"  she  said,  hesitatingly.     "Why 
do  you  want  to  kiss  me?" 
Montague  smiled. 

"The  eterfial  question,  my  dear.  It  has 
trapped  more  men  into  proposals  than  all 
the  wiles  of  a  generation  of  fond 
mothers." 

"But  you  don't  love  me,"  she  said. 
searchingly,  questioningly,  utterly  ignor- 
ing his  flippant  sarcasm. 

"On  such  a  night  as  this,"  he  answered, 
"who  could  help  but  love  you?" 

The  girl  tried  to  free  herself,  but  his 
grip  held  her. 

"Dennis  —  I  mean  it — I  shall  call  for 
help." 

"I  did  not  want  to  come  here,  Dennis," 
she  said  slowly,  hesitatingly.  "I  fought 
against  it.     I — I  had  to  come." 

A  light  of  conquest  leaped  into  his 
eyes.  This  was  a  charming  surrender. 
He  drew  her  to  him  with  a  swift  encircl- 
ing movement  of  his  arms. 

"I  have  admitted,  Dennis  Montague," 
she  said,  breathlessly,  "that  I  came  here 
because  you  fascinated  me.  It's  true,  you 
have  always  fascinated  me — but  I  tell  you 
that  down  in  my  heart  I  loathe  you,  de- 
test you,  for  the  coward  that  you  are." 

MONTAGUE  drew  back  as  though 
fired  up»on  by  a  masked  battery. 
"In  all  the  years  I've  known  you,"  she 
went  on,  furiously,  as  though  fearing 
that  her  courage  would  leave  her  before 
the  finish,  "you  have  done  nothing  that 
was  not  selfish,  mean  and  cowardly — 
above  everything  else,  cowardly.    Look  at 

the  girls  you  have  known "  Montague 

interrupted  her  with  a  furious  gesture, 
but  she  went  on — "more  than  a  dozen  I 
could  name  have  given  you  the  depth  and 
sweetness  of  their  first  love,  inspired  by 


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you,  called  forth  by  you.  Do  you 
realize  what  a  woman's  heart  is  and 
what  she  gives  with  it?  And  you — 
you  are  too  cowardly  to  face  mar- 
riage, too  cowardly  to  love  with  your 
own  heart  —  too  selfish  to  leave 
women's  hearts  alone." 

Montague  took  a  cigarette  case 
from  his  pocket. 

"May  I  smoke?"  he  said,  coolly. 

"You  are  a  coward  about  your  pro- 
fession as  well,"  she  hurried  on,  ig- 
noring his  interruption.  "Your 
mother,  I  know,  had  great  dreams  for 
you.  She  planned,  worked,  sacrificed 
for  you.  Yet  you  are  too  much  of  a 
coward  to  face  competition  with  what 
you  choose  to  call  'the  little  legal 
minds  of  the  city.'  " 

"And  thirdly?"  he  said,  lighting  a 
cigarette. 

"Yes,  thirdly,"  she  said  desper- 
ately, although  his  easy  nonchalance 
was  fast  undermining  her  courage. 
"You  are  not  in  the  army.  Yet  no 
one  could  say  that  Dennis  Montague 
is  not  fit.  I  can  only  presume  like 
every  one  else,  that  you  are  afraid." 

"And  lastly?"  He  was  still  calm, 
although  keener  eyes  than  hers 
would  have  noticed  a  dark  ominous 
flush  under  his  eyes. 

"And  lastly,"  she  said,  unconsci- 
ously repeating  his  formula,  "you 
scoff  at  everything  that  is  good  and 
pure,  sneering  at  religion  and  draw- 
ing yourself  aside  from  your  fellow 
creatures  as  though  they  were  loath- 
some. Yet  I  say  to  you,  Dennis,  that 
there  is  not  a  man  in  the  slums  whose 
soul  isn't  far,  far  richer  than  yours. 
It  is  only  a  coward,  afraid  to  face 
the  real  things,  who  scoffs  at  life." 

"ITir  EAK  from   the  effort  she  had 

' '^  made   her    voice   trembled    into 

silence  and  a  cold  sweat  broke  out  on 

her  brow  and  the  palms  of  her  hands. 

"Will  you  smoke.  Vera?" 

"No,  thanks,"  she  answered 
faintly. 

"Do — it  would  soothe  you." 

"No,  I  thank  you."  She  repressed 
a  sudden  desire  to  fly  from  the  con- 
servatory. She  had  become  suddenly 
afraid  of  the  cool,  smiling  figure  be- 
fore her. 

"As  far  as  girls  are  concerned,"  he 
said  quietly,  replacing  the  cigarette 
case  in  his  pocket,  "just  as  long  as 
they  angle  for  us  with  every  artifice 
of  dress  and  rouge  and  coquetry — so  long 
will  they  catch  us  and  the  consequences. 
As  for  the  law  which  my  mother  planned 
for  me,  I  regret  that  my  father  left  me 
the  instincts  of  a  gentleman  not  an  attor- 
ney.    I  am  not  boring  you?" 

"No,  no,  go  on." 

"As  for  the  army — I  don't  happen  to  be 
interested  in  the  war.  I  disapprove  of 
the  crudeness  of  our  Canadian  civiliza- 
tion. I  disapprove  of  England's  lack  of 
the  artistic.  I  disapprove  of  German 
militarism — and  Scotch  bagpipes,  Swiss 
cheese,  Chinese  laundries  and  American 
politics.  Why  should  I  fight  for  one  when 
I  disapprove  of  them  all?  As  for  my  fel- 
low man — I  dislike  the  ordinary  man  of 
the  streets  because  he  does  not  think,  read 
nor  bath  often  enough.  I  am  not  hostile 
to  him,  I  merely  ignore  him.  I  am  not  a 
coward  at  all,  my  dear  Vera — I  am  mere- 
ly an  artist  in  a  world  of  artisans." 

With  a  graceful  movement  he  offered 
his  arm  to  her. 


^a  -«.<L  *  '„  K- 


Few  of  her  guests  disagreed  with  her — their  feet  and  tongues 
were  light  and  they  danced  and  talked  without  mental  effort. 


"Let  us  return  to  the  dancing,"  he  said. 

With  a  frightened,  inquiring  glance  she 
took  his  arm  and  without  a  word  they 
left  the  conservatory.  At  the  door  of  the 
ballroorn  they  paused  and  she  laid  a  timid 
hand  on  his  arm.  It  will  ever  be  a  mys- 
tery to  men  how  women  can  love  and 
despise  the  same  obiect. 

"Dennis,"  she  said,  "will  you  try  and 
forget  what  I  said?"  Her  courage  had 
gone,  fled  before  his  coolness  and  the 
fascination  he  held  for  her,  though  she 
had  striven  with  all  her  womanhood  to 
free  herself  from  it. 

"I  wish  to  Heaven  I  could,"  he  said 
grimly. 

'  I  *HE  morning  sunshine  invaded  the 
■*■  rooms  of  Dennis  Montague  with  per- 
vading cheeriness.  It  was  nearing  the 
end  of  April  and  a  hundred  birds  sang 
of  the  wonders  they  had  seen  during  the 
winter,  of  arid  Africa,  of  the  witcheries 
of  the  Nile  where  they  had  seen  Pygmies 


at  war  with  the  butterflies  and  they  had 
heard  the  great  god  Memnon  raise  his 
mighty  shout  to  greet  the  dawn  of  day. 

Oblivious  to  the  sunshine  and  every- 
thing but  his  thoughts,  Montague  lay  in 
bed  the  following  morning  and  sought  to 
wrestle  with  the  truth  he  had  heard  the 
night  before.  It  was  impossible  to  dis- 
miss the  things  from  his  mind.  His  brain 
throbbed  with  resentment,  questioning, 
searching  her  words  —  striving  to  con- 
vince himself  that  her  charge  of  coward- 
ice was  the  vituperativeness  of  an  unre- 
quited love.  But  it  was  useless.  He  could 
explain  her  actions,  dissect  her  motives, 
applaud  his  own  poise,  but  he  could  not 
eliminate  the  feeling  of  personal  nausea 
which  clung  to  him  as  though  he  had  sud- 
denly sickened  of  his  whole  nature. 

A  knock  at  the  door  interrupted  the 
thread  of  his  thoughts  and  his  valet  en- 
tered with  a  tray  of  breakfast  things. 

"Good  morning,  sir."  Sylvester  carefully 
arranged  the  tray  on  a  little  table  beside 


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the  bed.  "It's  a  beautiful  morning,  sir, 
and  I  see  by  the  paper  that  the  'Uns  are 
giving  the  Canadians  a  rough  time  of  it 
what  with  gas  and  what  not." 

His  master  gazed  listlessly  at  the 
breakfast  things. 

"Sylvester,"  he  said  quietly,  "for  years 
you  have  ministered  to  my  body.  What 
can  you  do  for  a  soul  that  is  starving?" 

The   valet  beamed  reassuringly. 

"That's  h 'alright,  sir."  He  rubbed  his 
hands  in  genial  encouragement.  "A 
Bromo-Seltzer  will  fix  you  up."  A 
large  and  varied  experience  as  a  servant 
to  young  gentlemen,  had  inured  him  to 
morning-after  repentances. 

The  sound  of  a  military  band  approach- 
ing drove  Sylvester  to  the  window. 

"  'Ow  look,"  he  cried,  his  natural  de- 
corum suddenly  dispelled  by  tfie  inspir- 
ing sounds  of  the  music,  "there  must  be 
blooming  near  a  thousand  of  'em.  Seems 
like  'ome  it  does  when  the  guards  used  to 
do  London  in  all  their  swankin'  regi- 
mentals." 

A  BATTALION  swung  past  in  steady 
^  *- rhythmical  tread  to  the  stirring 
strains  of  the  Welsh  hymn  of  freedom, 
"Men  of  Harlech"— a  splendid  body  of 
men  with  chests  expanded,  arms  swing- 
ing freely  and  their  whole  bearing  one  of 
vigorous,  unconquerable  manhood.  The 
last  man  passed  and  the  music  ceased  as 
suddenly  as  it  had  come.  The  birds  re- 
sumed their  chorus  and  William  Sylvester 
reinvested  himself  in  his  imperturbable 
masque  of  deference.  Languidly  Mon- 
tague rose  from  his  bed  and  lit  a  cigar- 
ette. 

"Our  civilization,"  he  said  quietly, 
"need  not  pride  itself  on  raising  those 
men.  Men  have  always  been  brave  since 
there  were  men.  The  terrible  failure  of 
our  times  is  that  it  has  produced  men  like 
me — a  coward." 

The  valet  scratched  his  head. 

"You  ain't  a  coward,  sir,"  he  ventured. 
"Lor'  bless  me — I've  seen  you  ride  a  buck- 
in'  mare  that " 

His  master  turned  on  him  with  a  vehem- 
ence that  his  valet  had  never  before  seen 
in  him. 

"I  tell  you  I  am  a  coward,"  he  said 
fiercely.  "Don't  I  know  that  my  place  is 
with  those  men?  In  that  battalion  that 
passed  there  are  married  men  with  fami- 
lies, there  are  only  sons  of  widows,  there 
are  brothers,  sweethearts — who  is  there 
to  care  if  I  go?  My  death  would  not  cause 
a  single  tear  and  yet  I  stay,  not  that  I 
am  afraid  of  bullets  or  death,  but  because 
I  know  I  shall  have  discomforts,  priva- 
tions, work,  and  because  I  shall  have  to 
sleep  beside  men  who  are  filthy,  unclean, 
and  because  I  shall  grow  filthy  too.  I  de- 
test it,  I  abhor  it  and  yet  I  standi  aside 
and  let  others  go." 

"You — you  are  a  gentleman,  sir." 

"A  gentleman!"  He  burst  into  a  rasp- 
ing laugh.  "My  own  definition  last  night 
was  'a  man  with  a  valet  and  three  ad- 
dresses.' What  a  fool  I  was!  No,  I  am 
not  a  gentleman — I've  never  been  one. 
The  greatest  gentleman  of  all  time  was  a 
carpenter — that  is  the  truth  I  have  to 
burn  into  my  soul." 

A  PERPLEXED  and  troubled  look 
spread  over  the  vastness  of  Mr. 
Sylvester's  countenance.  This  was  a  new 
phenomenon  to  him.  He  was  frankly  puz- 
zled and  reached  for  the  breakfast  tray 
with  a  melancholy  slowness  of  movement 


that  quite  inadequately  expressed  his  in- 
ward perturbation. 

A  cool  shower  and  a  shave  having  fail- 
ed to  dispel  the  brooding  mood  that  had 
fallen  on  him,  Montague  hastily  dressed 
himself,  telling  his  servant  he  would  not 
return  before  dinner.  Clothed  in  an  im- 
maculate grey  suit,  with  a  velours  fedora 
and  walking  stick,  he  strode  into  the 
street,  a  handsome,  striking  figure  of  a 
man  whose  lithe  athletic  figure  spoke  of 
vigorous  strength,  a  strength  devoted  to 
sporting  activities,  but  a  stranger  to  toil. 

ILJ  IS  walk,  unplanned  as  it  was,  drew 
^^  him  towards  the  centre  of  the  city. 
He  mechanically  avoided  the  streets  that 
were  crowded  and,  like  a  bit  of  flotsam  on 
the  ocean's  surface,  was  guided  and  buf- 
feted until,  turning  down  a  quiet  side 
street,  he  emerged  upon  the  corner  of  a 
huge  stone  building.  He  glanced  up  to 
realize  that  it  was  the  Armouries,  and 
was  about  to  change  his  course  when  a 
recruiting  sergeant,  noticing  his  hesita- 
tion, stepped  up  to  him. 

"Beg  pardon,"  he  said,  "but  was  you 
lookin'  to  sign  up?" 

"Sign  up?"  Montague  repeated  the 
words  automatically. 

"Sure — sign  up  ^ith  the  Brindle's  Bat- 
talion." 

"The  Brindle's  Battalion?" 

"Come  off  that  parrot  stuff,"  growled 
Sergeant  Saunders. 

Montague  shook  himself  together. 

"I  beg  your  pardon,"  he  said,  stiffly. 
The  sergeant  shuffled  uneasily. 

"Say,  don't  be  so  damned  polite,"  he 
said  not  ill-naturedly.  "I'm  here  to  get 
recruits.  We're  a  tough  bunch,  we're  a 
rough  bunch,  but  we're  men.  Our  boys 
ain't  strong  on  polish  or  eddication,  and 
they're  no  boozeless,  anti-cigarette  crowd, 
but  they're  straight,  and  they're  game, 
and  they're  men." 

"They're  men,"  repeated  Montague, 
dazed  by  a  dizziness  that  seemed  to  wrap 
himself  and  the  sergeant  in  an  envelop- 
ing mist. 

"That's  what  I  said,"  reiterated  Ser- 
geant Saunders,  mentally  noting  that  he 
would  make  Montague  drop  his  sing-song 
if  he  ever  got  the  opportunity. 

"What  do  you  say,  old  scout?" 

Montague  glanced  up.  "Will  you  take 
me?"  he  said. 

"Will  we  take  you?"  A  broad,  brown 
hand  grasped  Montague's  arm  and  he 
found  himself  being  led  into  a  room  in 
the  Armouries,  where  he  discovered  that 
his  full  name  was"  Dennis  Oliver  Mon- 
tague, that  he  was  twenty-eight  years  of 
age,  that  he  was  an  Anglican,  and  that 
his  Uncle  Charles  was  his  next  of  kin.  He 
further  found  that  he  was  the  property 
of  His  Majesty,  King  George  the  Fifth 
for  the  duration  of  the  war  and  six  months 
after,  "so  'elp  me,  and  shove  'im  into  the 
Medico,  glad  you  signed  up,  my  lad,  you'll 
never  regret  it,  we've  got  a  man's  job  for 
you,  and — close  that  bleeding  door,  Nokes 
—alright,  NEXT!" 

With  whirlwind  rapidity  he  stripped 
for  the  doctor,  who  pronounced  him  an 
excellent  example  of  cannon  fodder,  and, 
still  dazed,  he  put  on  his  clothes  and 
emerged  into  the  open  air — a  red  band 
about  his  arm,  prolaiming  to  the  world 
that  he  was  now  Pte.  D.  O.  Montague,  of 
the  Brindle's  Battalion,  C.E.F.  He  gasped 
— shrugged  his  shoulders  —  then  went 
home. 

Sergeant  Skimps  surveyed  the  squad  of 
recruits  with  the  eye  of  a  man  who  has 


seen  recruits  for  twenty  years  and  is 
impervious  to  any  emotion  on  the  sub- 
ject. 

"You're  soldiers  now,"  he  began,  his 
dialect  strongly  reminiscent  of  Bow  Bells, 
"you're  in  the  service  now,  so,  kiss  me 
'Arry,  get  yer  'air  cut,  all  of  yer.  We 
don't  go  in  for  Paderooskies  in  the  harmy. 
Then  'old  yer  'eads  h'up  and  put  yer 
chests  h'out  h'as  though  you  was  some- 
body. You  ain't,  but  don't  go  to  tellin' 
no  one.  (A  gentle  murmur  greeted  this 
sally).  H'always  respeck  yer  h'officers 
and  non-commissioned  h'officers,  and  don't 
go  to  slapping  the  Colonel  on  the  back  and 
h'offering  'im  a  cigar.  You're  h'in  the 
h'army — that  bloke  on  the  h'end  spit  out 
that  there  tobacco — g'wan ! — a  filthy  'abit 
on  parade  and  it'll  get  C  B  for  yer.  Where 
did  you  'ail  from  h'any'ow — a  nice  speci- 
men, I  don't  think — chewing  when  a  saw- 
geant's  talkink  to  yer.  Now,  then,  fall  in 
— h'another  'arf  h'our's  drill." 

FOR  five  hours  that  day.  Sergeant 
Skimps  alternately  talked  and  his 
weary  squad  turned,  marched,  and  wheel- 
ed about  the  gravel  parade  ground.  Weary 
to  the  point  of  exhaustion,  already  deaf 
to  the  interminable  harangue  of  Sergt. 
Skimps,  the  hour  of  four-thirty  found 
Montague  with  his  first  day  in  the  army 
finished.  He  had  only  one  desire — to  seek 
his  apartment,  to  feel  the  cool  shower  upon 
his  body  and  to  lounge  in  languid  repose 
in  his  dressing  gown,  soothed  by  the  in- 
evitable cigarettes.  He  broke  away  from 
the  little  group,  but  was  hailed  by  a  ruddy- 
faced  little  Englander,  who  had  made 
various  overtures  to  him  during  the  day. 

"Going  up?"  said  the  other,  his  accent 
proclaiming  British  birth,  tempered  by 
ten  years  of  Canadian  citizenship. 

"Yes,"  said  Montague,  "but  I  am  in  a 
hurry." 

"Right  0,  I'm  with  you."  He  swung 
along  beside  Montague.  "This  is  the  life," 
he  said  cheerily. 

"What?"  asked  Montague. 

"Soldiering^a  dollar  ten  a  day,  short 
hours  and  no  work — what,  ho!" 

"Do  vou  mean  to  say  you  like  it?"  ask- 
ed Montague,  wishing  his  companion's 
clothes  reeked  a  little  less  of  his  recent 
exertions. 

"Why  not  like  it?"  said  Pte.  Waller. 
"We're  in  it,  ain't  we?" 

"I  suppose  so,"  said  the  other  shortly. 

Pte.  Waller  rubbed  his  hands  together. 
"He's  a  sergeant  what  is  a  sergeant,  ain't 
he?" 

"Do  you  mean  that  strutting  bounder 
who  drilled  us  to-day?" 

"Lordee,  don't  let  him  hear  you  say 
that."  The  little  man  went  pale  at  the 
thought.  "Say,  if  you  don't  like  him,  just 
wait  until  you  see  Sergeant-major  'Aw- 
kins."  Even  a  Cockney  of  ten  years  Cana- 
dian citizenship  loses  his  h's  when  excit- 
ed. Montague  began  to  wince  under  it 
and  he  wished  a  dozen  times  that  his  com- 
panion would  hold  his  tongue  and  give 
him  a  chance  to  think,  to  separate  the 
varied  experiences  of  the  day  and  to  edit 
his  thoughts.  He  shrugged  his  shoulders 
and  acknowledged  the  greeting  of  Mrs. 
Merryweather  from  a  huge  motor  car. 
Waller's  eyes  bulged. 

"I  say,  you  know  some  swells,  don't  you? 
What  was  you,  a  chauffer?" 

Montague  considered.  "No,  I  was  a  jes- 
ter, a  sort  of  social  buffoon." 

Waller  considered.  "Something  in  the 
plumbing  line?"  he  ventured. 

Continued  on  page  75. 


Sunshine  in  Mariposa 

A  Play  in  Four  Acts 


By  Stephen  Leacock 

Author   of   "Sunshine   Sketches  of  a  Small  Town,"  etc. 
Illustrated    b  v    C  .    VV.    J  e  f  t  e  r  v  s 


Synopsis.  —  Jefferson  Thorpe, 
barber,  of  Mariposa,  dabbles  in  Co- 
biilt  mining  stocks  in  order  to  raise 
enough  money  to  build  a  Home  for 
Orphans  as  a  memorial  to  his  late 
wife.  The  possession  of  four  hundred 
shares  of  Corona  Jewel  Mining  Co. 
certificates  nets  him  over  one  hundred 
thovsand  dollars  and  he  then  decides 
to  go  into  speculation  in  Cuban  lands 
at  the  instigation  of  two  New  York 
men,  Harsfone  and  Slyde.  He  opens 
a  real  estate  office  in  Mariposa  and 
announces  that  he  is  to  be  a  director 
in  the  Cuban  Land  Co.,  if  the  jeal- 
ousy of  Morgan  and  Rockefeller  can 
be  overcome. 

ACT  n.— Continued. 

MYRA. — Rockefeller  and  Morgan! 
Jeff. — No  less. 
Myra. — But  why  should  they 
object?      I    don't    understand. 

Jeff — Jealous.  That's  why  it's  to  be 
kept  quiet.  Harstone  says  not  to  tell  any- 
body here  about  it  just  yet.  By  the  way 
Mr.  Harstone  and  Mr.  Slyde  haven't  been 
in  yet,  have  they? 

Myra. — No  father,  not  yet. 

Jeff  (looking  at  his  ivatch). — They 
ought  to  be  here  soon. 

[enter  andy] 

Andy. —  {puts  his  head  in  at  the  door) 
— The  painters  got  the  sign  all  ready. 
Will  I  bring  it  down? 

jEa^F. — Yes,  go  and  bring  it,  Andy. 

[Exit  Andy.] 

Jeff. — Was  anybody  else  in? 

Myra. — Mr.  Macartney.  He's  coming 
back. 

Jeff. — Yes,  I  know. 

Myra. — And  there  was  a  man  came  in 
asking  to  get  shaved;  he  wanted  to  know 
if  vou  still  did  shaving. 

Jeff.— If  I  still  did  shaving!  What 
does  he  think?  Does  he  think  I'm  too 
proud  to  shave  him?    He  little  knows  me. 

Myra. — I  told  him  to  come  back  in  a 
few  minutes.  Shall  I  get  your  white  coat 
father,  so  that  you'll  be  ready? 

[Myra  gets  Jeff's  little  white  coat  out 
of  the  drawer.  Jeff  takes  off  his  good 
coat  and  goes  to  put  on  the  barber's 
jacket.^ 

Jeff. — Certainly  I'll  put  it  on !  Do  you 
think  I'm  too  proud  to  wear  a  white  coat 
just  because  I've  made  $100,000?  Cer- 
tainly I — 11 — put — the — (getting  into  it 
with  difficulty  and  disgust) — dam  thing 
on.  (Squaring  it  in  front  of  the  gUiss)  — 
Myra,  I  don't  believe  this  coat  fits.  I've 
outgrown  it. 

Myra. — Oh  father,  you've  worn  it  for 
years. 

Jeff  (tearing  it  off) — It's  damp  I  won't 
wear  it.     A  damp  coat  is  simply  death. 


Give  me  my  other — Ah ! 
That  fits  better.  Any- 
way, I'll  have  to  write 
my  letters  first.  If  any- 
body comes  in  he  must 
wait.  Now,  let's  see 
(pulls  open  a  letter  and 
reads  it  to  himself  in  a 
couple  of  seconds  and 
starts  to  answer  it  as  he 
walks  up  and  down, 
Myra  seating  herself  at 
the  typewriter) . 

Jeff  (dictating  like 
blue  lightning). — Dear 
Sir, — In  answer  to  your 
esteem  favor  of  the  28 
proximo,  I  beg  to  state— 

Myra. — Oh,  too  fast, 
father,  too  fast. 

Jeff.  —  Too  fast! 
That  machine  can  do 
200  words  a  minute. 
They  said  so  when  I  got 
it. 

Myra.  —  Yes,  but  I 
can't — You  see,  father, 
it  takes  time  to  learn 
this  wretched  thing. 
It's  awfully  nice  of  you 
to  pay  me  two  hundred 
dollars  a  month  to  be  your  secretary,  but 
really  it's  far  more  than  I'm  worth.  But 
then  you  pay  everybody  too  much. 

Jeff. — Nonsense. 

Myra  (consulting  a  little  account  book) 
— Look,  father,  last  month.  Andy  for  help- 
ing in  shop,  $100,  Mrs.  Gillis  for  cleaning 
$100.  But  I  don't  mind  that.  Poor  thing, 
she'll  need  it.  Is  it  true  father  that  Mr. 
MuUins  has  dismissed  Gillis. 

Jeff.  —  I'm  afraid  so  Myra.  He 
couldn't  do  anything  else.  Ben's  not  fit 
to  be  a  caretaker.  He's  drinking  too 
much.  Perhaps  I  can  do  something  for 
him.  I  might  get  him  on  the  board  of  a 
company,  or  something  where  his  drink- 
ing won't  matter. 

Myra.  (still  looking  at  the  accounts). — 
That  money  for  Mrs.  Gillis  was  all  right 
I  suppose.  Then  look  at  this.  You  sent 
Mr.  Macartney,  all  the  way  to  New  York 
but  two  weeks  ago.  Hundreds  and  hun- 
dreds, that  cost. 

Jeff. — That  was  merely  business.  Ma- 
cartney went  as  my  lawyer  to  look  into 
the  Cuban  Land  Company,  I  wanted  to 
know  it  was  all  right,  but  before  I  put 
$50,000  into  it. 

Myra. — But  father,  Mr.  Macartney's 
expenses  without  his  fee  were  over  two 
hundred  dollars  for  two  days.  Could  Mr. 
Macartney  really  eat  and  drink  two  hun- 
dred dollars  in  two  days? 

Jeff  (shaking  his  head) . — In  New 
York  you  can. 

Myra. — Look  at  this  (pointing  to  an 
item)  midnight  supper,  20  dollars. 

Jeff. — Exactly — that  shows.  There 
was  Macartney  working  away  till  mid- 


Here  you  are,  here  is  Cuba.' 


night, — in  my  interest.  Think  of  that 
man,  Myra,  slaving  away,  and  not  able 
to  break  off  and  get  supper  till  midnight! 
It  touches  me. 

Myra.— Then  I  won't  say  any  more, 
father.  But  have  we  really  got  all  this 
money? 

Jeff. — It's  not  what  we  have,  Myra, 
that  counts.  It's  what  we're  going  to 
have.  Do  you  know  how  much  I  realized 
on  the  Corona  Jewel  Mine? 

Myra. — No.  , 

Jeff. — A  hundred  and  twelve  thousand 
dollars! 

Myra. — A  hundred  and  twelve  thou- 
sand dollars! 

Jeff. — Sixty  thousand  is  being  deeded 
to  the  Home.  Macartney  has  the  papers 
nearly,  ready.  And  fifty  thousand  was 
sent  two  days  ago  to  New  York  to  the 
Cuban  Land  Company.  Harstone  and 
Slyde  will  be  in  here  this  morning  to  tell 
me  if  they've  taken  it.  (Impatiently  walk- 
ing up  and  down.)     By ,  I  hope  they 

take  it ! 

Myra. — Why  shouldn't  they  take  it? 

Jeff. — Harstone  says  it  all  depends  on 
General  Perrico,  the  head  of  the  Com- 
pany. He's  a  Cuban,  and  you  know  how 
proud  the  Cubans  are.  He  might  not 
take  it.  But  Harstone  is  using  all  his  in- 
fluence. He  has  great  hopes — he'll  know 
this  morning.  And,  Myra,  if  I  get  that 
fifty  thousand  dollars  worth  of  stock,  in 
one  year,  or  less,  it  will  be  worth  five  hun- 
dred thousand  dollars! 

Myra. — Oh,  father,  is  that  possible? 

Jeff. — It's  not  only  possible — itfs  a 
fact.     It's  in  the  prospectus  (pulling  out 


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of  his  pocket  a  printed  sheet  and  reading) , 
"It  is  confidently  expected  that  in  one  year 
or  less  the  stock  of  the  company  will  ad- 
vance to  ten  times  its  par  value," 

Myra. — It  seems  too  wonderful. 

Jeff. — You  all  said  that  about  the  Cor- 
ona Jewel — and  wasn't  I  right?  But  this 
time  I  want  all  my  friends  to  share  in  it. 
Harstone  is  asking  the  General  to  allot 
another  ten  thousand  of  stock  for  my 
friends.  All  they  have  to  do  is  to  give 
me  their  money — much  or  little,  he  says — 
just  what  they  have.  He  says  the  com- 
pany is  prepared  to  treat  any  friends  of 
mine  as  they'd  treat  me!  This  time  I 
want  everybody  in  Mariposa  to  be  rich! 
I  want  the  whole  town  to  be  rich — all  of 
us!  But  stop,  I  must  get  these  letters. 
{Opening  one.)  Ha,  didn't  I  say  so? 
(Opening  a  great  fat  letter  from  which 
falls  a  big  roll  of  bills.)  There  you  are, 
first  thing! 

Myra. — What  is  it,  father? 

Jeff  (looking  at  the  letter). — From 
Bill  Evans.  (Reading.)  "I  enclose  two 
hundred  and  fifty  dollars;  please  give  me 
the  worth  of  it  in  your  new  Cuban  Land 
Company.  I  may  be  able  to  raise  her  to 
two  hundred  and  fifty-five  next  month." 
The  worth  of  it?  I'll  give  him  ten  times 
the  worth  of  it.  I'll  write  to  Bill  at  once. 
Put  this  down.  "Dear  Friend  Bill"— 
no,  no  —  "William  Evans,  Esqre.,  Con- 
stable of  Mariposa,  Mariposa  Street, 
Mariposa."  That's  better— "Yours  of  the 
29th  proximo  received " 

Myra. — Proximo,  father?  Shouldn't  it 
be  altimo? 

Jeff  (thinking  it  over). — Proximo — ul- 
timo— proximo.  I  think  proximo  sounds 
neater,  more  business-like. 

Myra.  —  But  proximo  means  next 
month. 

Jeff.— Then  it's  quite  right.  Bill  said 
next  month.  That's  all  right.  (Going 
on  dictating.)  "With  enclosure  as  stated. 
Very  truly,  J.  Thorpe."  Now,  I'll  put 
the  money  in  the  safe  with  the  rest.  (Goes 
to  safe  with  the  bundle  and  starts  fumb- 
ling with  the  combination.)  .  .  .  This 
two  hundred  and  fifty  from  Bill— five 
hundred  from  Johnson  —  four  hundred 
from  Jim  Elliot — Peter's  money  will  be 
here  to-day— that  will  be  nearly  six  thou- 
sand. 

Myra  —Is  it  safe  there,  father? 

Jeff.— Safe?      Safe   as   a   good   tight 
combination  lock  can  make  it.     .     . 
(Fumbling  at  the  clock.)    Three,  one — no, 
three,  four— what  is  the  number  of  this 
thing? 

Myra. — I  don't  remember,  father. 

[-4  splash  of  water  at  the  window  re- 
m.inds  him  of  Mrs.  Gillis.] 

Jeff.— Ah!  Mrs.  Gillis,  she'll  know. 
(Raising  his  voice.)  Mrs.  Gillis,  what's 
the  number  of  the  safe? 

Mrs.  Gillis  (putting  her  head  in,  a  ivet 
mop  cloth  in  her  hand). — Eh? 

Jeff.— What's  the  number  of  the  safe? 

Mrs.  Gillis  (calling  from  the  door- 
way).—Three,  two,  four,  three,  turn  two. 

[Shuts  door  and  exit. 

Jeff. — Ah,  yes — three,  two,  four,  three 
— great  thing  a  safe.  (As  he  opens  the 
door  and  puts  the  m,oney  in.)  I  always 
wanted  a  safe.  Gives  one  a  sense  of 
security.  Three,  two,  four,  three,  turn 
two  —  I'll  just  write  that  down.  (He 
writes  it  on  the  white  wall  beside  the  safe 
in  big  figures.)     There! 

[Noise  outside.  As  the  door  opens, 
voice  of  Andy,  "Steady,  there,  look 
out,  Mrs.  Gillis."] 


Jeff. — Ah,  here's  Andy  with  the  sign. 
[Door  opens,  and  the  long  end  of  a  big 
sign  board  wrapped  in  paper,  is  stuck 
in,  moving  inward.] 
Andy's  (voice). — Steady  with  that  end  ■ 
there    .    .    .    get  hold  of  it,  Mrs.  Gillis.    . 
Mrs    Gillis'   (voice). — .     .     .     Lands 
sake!     You've  got  me  jammed  agin  the 
telegraph  pole.    .    .    . 

Jeff. — Hold  on  now — don't  get  excited ! 
(The  long  end  of  the  sign  sways  to  and 
fro  continuously;  Jeff  grabs  it  and  is 
pulling  and  hauling  at  it  as  he  speaks.) 
Now  then — bring  her  to  me — Yo! — here 
she  comes. 

Mrs.  Gillis'  (voice). — .  .  .  You're 
getting  me  agin  a  buggy  wheel! 

Jeff. — Now   then — bring  her   to   you, 

Andy — take  hold,  Myra 

Andy. — Yo,  he! 
Mrs.  Gillis. — Yow! 
[Business  of  struggling  with  the  long 
sign  as  it  sweeps  this  way  and  that 
in  their  trying  to  get  it  through  the 
door — Jeff  at  the  end,  Andy  in  the 
doorway  —  Mrs.  Gillis  exclaiming 
and  howling  but  not  seen  until — with 
a  burst  in  they  come,  sign  and  all, 
Mrs    Gillis  dragged  in  in  a  heap.] 
Mrs.  Gillis  (picking  herself  up — puffed 
and  red — exclaims). — My  lands,  Andy,  if 
you  ain't  almost  ruined  this  gown ! 

Jeff. — Never  mind  that.  There  (giv- 
ing her  money)  go  get  a  new  gown.  Get 
a  dozen.  [Exit  Mrs.  Gillis.]  Now,  get 
the  paper  off  it  .  .  .  break  the  strings, 
Andy  .  .  .  don't  get  excited  .  .  . 
wait,  turn  it  clear  over  .  .  .  that's  it, 
ha! 

[Sign  is  stood  up  on  its  side  on  the  floor 
all  along  one  side  of  the  shop.] 


JEFFERSON   THORPE. 
MINING  AND   LAND   EXCHANGE. 


Jeff  (standing  back  and  admiring  it.) 
—  Looks  good,  doesn't  it?  "Jefferson 
Thorpe,  Land  and  Mining  Exchange," 
pretty  good,  eh?  .  .  .  But,  stop  a  min- 
ute, Andy,  that's  not  all  of  it.  Didn't  you 
tell  him  I  wanted  "Barber  Shop"  on  it, 
too? 

Andy. — It's  all  right — it's  there — he 
says  there's  a  piece  in  the  middle  that  you 
let  down. 

[He  stoops  and  fumbles — a  little  hinged 
bit  of  wood  opens  out  thus.] 


JEFFERSON  THORPE. 
MINING   AND   LAND    EXCHANGE. 


I      Anil    Itaiher    Shop       [ 


Jeff. — That's  better.  I  don't  want  any- 
one to  think  I'm  too  proud  for  my  trade. 
.  .  .  That's  much  better.  .  .  .  Now 
fold  it  up  again,  Andy,  like  it  was. 

[At  this  moment  enters,  somewhat  tim- 
idly— a  ctistomer — stands  in  the  door- 
way; takes  his  hat  off;  very  rustic;  a 
great  mop  of  hair.] 
The  Customer  (itI  a  heavy  yokel  voice 
with  a  drawl.) — Mr.  Thorpe  here? 
Jeff. — Yes. 


The  Customer. — Still  doing  barberin', 
ain't  yer?    Well,  I  need  a  hair  cut. 

Jeff. — I  should  say  you  did.  Sit  right 
down  there  .  .  .  er  .  .  .  Andy — 
comb  out  his  hair  till  I'm  ready.  .  .  . 
Now,  Myra,  give  me  the  rest  of  the  mail 
while  I  do  his  hair    .    .    .    scissors? 

[Myra  gets  a  pair  out  of  a  closed 
drawer.] 

Right! 

[Jeff  with  the  scissors  goes  to  the  cus- 
tomer. Andy  to  the  window,  Myra  to 
her   desk,] 

Jeff. — Now  let's  see.  Yes,  Myra,  write 
down  this:  "Answering  your  letter  of  the 
third  instant  .  .  .  (click,  click  of  the 
typewriter — and  snip,  snip,  snip  of  the 
scissors — all  the  sounds  together.)  I  beg 
leave  to  state  (click — snip)  that  I  am 
authorized  to  offer  you  shares  in  the 
Cuban  Land  Company    .     .    .     etc.,  etc."  ' 

[As  Jeff  dictates  with  his  eye  on  the 
letter,  he  clips  wildly  and  rapidly  into 
the  customer's  hair  without  looking 
at  it.  Myra  writing  full  speed — 
and  the  scissors  flying.] 

Andy  (ivho  has  been  looking  out  of  the 
window.) — I  think  I  see  Mr.  Harstone 
and  Mr.  Slyde  coming  down  street,  Mr. 
Thorpe. 

Jeff.^Is  that  so?     Mr.  Harstone  and 

Mr.  Slyde — here (taking  customer  by 

the  arm  and  leading  him  out  of  the  chair 
to  the  side  door).  You  see  down  there 
where  that  sign  is — well,  that's  another 
barber  shop — Hillis's — here — here's  a  dol- 
lar— go- and  get  your  hair  cut — and  get  a 
shave — get  a  shampoo — get  anything — 
Andy,  take  him  out  and  show  him. 

[Exit  Andy  and  customer  through  the 
side  door.] 

Myra. — If  they're  coming,  I'll  take  my 
work  in  here,  father. 

[Exit  Myra.] 

[Then  through  the  front  door,  enter 
Harstone  and  Slyde.] 

Harstone  (ivell  dressed,  smooth  shaven, 
face  hard  as  flint,  a  gentleman  criminal, 
suggestive  of  recklessness  and  nerve). — 
Good  morning,  Mr.  Thorpe. 

Jeff. — Good  morning,  gentlemen. 

Slyde. — Good  morning. 

[Shaking  hands  with  Jeff  ] 

Harstone. — A  fine  day,  Mr.  Thorpe — 
another  glorious  day — a  lot  of  sunshine 
you  get  in  Mariposa. 

Jeff. — Lots  of  it — no  place  like  Mari- 
posa for  sunshine. 

Harstone. — That's  right.  But  we've 
gotto  get  you  out  of  it  all  the  same.  We 
want  you  in  New  York.  Men  like  you  are 
all  too  scarce  in  New  York.  Aren't  they, 
Slyde? 

Slyde. — That's  right.  They're  looking 
for  men  like  you  in  New  York,  Mr. 
Thorpe. 

Jeff  (rubbing  his  hands). — Well,  well 
— some  day,  perhaps,  but  I  like  this  place.  ^ 

Harstone. — Well,  I've  got  some  goodj 
news  here  that'll  make  you  like  New  York. 

[Taking  out  a  letter  ] 

Jeff. — Good  news.    From  General  Per-] 
rico? 

Harstone. — No  less.     Listen  to  this: 
"We     have     received     and     cashed     Mr.  | 
Thorpe's  draft  for  fifty  thousand  dollars. 
Pray  convey  to  Mr.  Thorpe  my  apprecia-j 
tion,  not  for  the  money  itself" — Perrico.l 
is  worth  millions — "but  of  his  sympathyj 
and  co-operation  in  the  cause  of  renovat- 
ing and  reorganizing  my  beloved  CubaJ 
Pray  say  to  Mr.  Thorpe  that  we  are  pre-J 
pared  to  take  on  his  behalf  for  stock  at  I 
par  the  further  sum  of  money,  the  sixty! 
thousand  of  which  you  speak.    This  stockl 


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it  is  understood  will  be  held  as  a  trust  in 
favor  of  the  Martha  Thorpe  Home  for 
Destitute  Children.  This  generous  en- 
dowment of  Mr.  Thorpe  has  our  warmest 
sympathy  and  we  are  prepared  to  receive 
in  its  behalf  for  stock  at  par  any  and 
whatever  sums  Mr.  Thorpe  may  send. 
Please  say  to  Mr.  Thorpe  that  we  are  pre- 
pared also  to  take  at  par  the  money  which 
we  understand  he  is  collecting  from  his 
Mariposa  friends.  We  will  treat  them 
all  as  we  are  treating  him.  Accept,  dear 
Mr.  Harstone,  the  eiyiression  of  my  most 
cordial  sentiments,  Ximenes  Blanco  Per- 
rico." 

Jeff  {with  a  great  breath  of  relief). — 
Splendid.  This  will  endow  the  Home  as 
I  never  could  have  hoped  to.  Gentlemen, 
my  best  thanks.  (Shaking  hands  with 
them  with  some  feeling.)  Why,  this  will 
mean,  what,  half  a  million,  won't  it? 

Slyde. — Can't  fail  to. 

Harstone. — Absolutely  certain.  You 
see,  Mr.  Thorpe,  our  Company  is  a  sure 
thing;  here  you  have  Cuba. 

[Going  to  the  map  and  pointing.] 

Jeff. — Exactly. 

H  ARSTONE. — Undeveloped. 

Jeff    (nodding). — I  see. 

Slyde. — Full  of  waste  lands. 

Jeff. — Yes. 

Harstone. — People  lazy. 

Jeff. — Yes. 

Slyde. — No   capital. 

Jeff. — Exactly. 

Harstone. — Well,  in  we  come  with  our 
money,  our  northern  energy,  the  brains  of 
men  like  you,  your  driving  power — your 
grit — why,  Mr.  Thorpe — it's  millions,  mil- 


a   lot  to   me- 


(much 


easy 


it- 


Jeff. — Splendid.  It's  not  for  myself 
I'm  so  pleased,  gentlemen.  It's  for  the 
Home  I'm  founding — in  my  wife's  mem- 


ory— it  means 
moved). 

Harstone  (with  a  great  show  of  being 
touched,  comes  over  and  takes  Jeff's 
hand). — Thorpe,  you're  a  good  man. 

Jeff  (recovering  himself). — Well,  I'll 
go  and  get  Macartney  at  once  and  have 
the  papers  made  out  to  transfer  the  sixty 
thousand — I'll  find  you  gentlemen  here 
later. 

Harstone. — Here  or  at  the  hotel. 

[Exit  Jeff  ] 

Harstone  and  Slyde  (they  look  at  one 
another  and  laugh). 

Slyde. — Isn't  he  too  easy? 

Harstone. — Easy.      It's   so 
almost  spoils  the  fun  of  it. 

Slyde.— Didn't  I  tell  you! 

Harstone. — Yes,  you  were  right  to 
bring  me  here!  It's  the  easiest  thing — 
and  to  think  of  his  sending  old  man  Mac- 
artney to  New  York  to  look  into  the 
company ! 

[They  laugh.] 

Slyde. — I  can  just  see  Olson  acting  as 
General  Perrico  and  taking  Macartney 
round  New  York — entertaining  Jiim — got 
him  full  and  kept  him  full — and  stuffed 
him  up  till  Macartney  thought  the  "Gen- 
eral" was  worth  millions — it's  too  easy. 

Harstone. — And  they're  all  as  bad — 
all  gone  clean  crazy  over  it — that  young 
ass  Pupkin  is  gone  clean  daft.  Got  "big 
money"  on  the  brain.  They  can't  get  over 
Thorpe  making  a  hundred  thousand  in  a 
mine.  Pupkin  is  to  brin^  in  two  thou- 
sand to-day. 

Slyde. — Whew ! 

Harstone.— Yes,  if  Thorpe  would  only 
give  it  into  our  hands — but  he  sticks  all 
his  friends'  money  in  that  damned  old 
safe — says  he's  waiting  till  he  gets  it  all. 

Slyde. — Well,  we'll  get  it  presently 


Harstone  (shaking  his  head). — Yes, 
but  we  need  to  hurry.  There  are  things 
I  don't  like — I  don't  like  that  man  Smith 
(pointing  over  his  shoulder  with  his 
thumb)  at  the  hotel— nor  Mullins — they— 

Slyde. — Well,  they've  nothing  to  go  on 
—it  looks  all  straight— Macartney's  re- 
port and  the  rest  of  it. 

Harstone. — Yes,  but  the  other  end — 
the  other  end— what's  happening  in  New 
York?  Listen  to  this.  This  came  in  the 
mail  this  morning — from  Olson  (reads), 
"Better  put  things  through  as  fast  as 
you  can.  We  have  cashed  the  draft  for 
fifty  thousand.  Get  the  further  sixty 
thousand  and  quit— there's  a  leak  some- 
where" —  and  listen  here  (continues) ,  "a 
Pinkerton  man  was  in  here  yesterday 
prying  around  —  Olson  recognized  him; 
but  there  s  something  wrong.  We  are  all 
ready  to  clear  if  you  send  word.  Ed- 
wards thinks  they  are  getting  warrants 
for  you  and  Slyde  in  Toronto." 

Slyde  (visibly  scared  as  he  listens). — 
I  don't  like  that.  I'd  rather— wouldn't 
it  be  better  to  get? 

Harstone.— What!  With  sixty  thou- 
sand dollars  almost  in  our  hands,  and  six 
thousand  right  in  there  (pointing  to  the 
safe)  and  I  want  it  all.  I'm  damned  if  I 
quit  till  I  get  it  all. 

Slyde. — Yes,  but  in  this  damn  country, 
a  warrant  is  .     .     .     I    .     .     • 

Harstone. — Here,  man !  Where's  your 
nerve?  Did  you  think  it  was  play? 
You're  white  as  that  soap — come  out  in 
the  air — we'll  walk  down  street  and  you 
can   pull  yourself  together 

[Exit    Harstone   and    Slyde   by   side 
door.] 

[Enter  Jeff  ojid  Macartney— Macart- 


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Gillit,.- 


^^  u  If  iLi   y 


NEY  carrying  a  bundle  of  documents 
under  his  arm.l 

Jeff. — Everything's  ready,  is  it,  Mac- 
artney ? 

Macartney.  —  Everything,  my  dear 
Thorpe,  everything.  (Spreading  out  his 
documents.)  Now,  let  us  see,  "Endow- 
ment deed  of  the  Martha  Thorpe  Home 
for  Destitute  Children" — good;  needs  only 
the  signature  of  two  witnesses  and  a  not- 
ary. (Indicating  with  his  finger) .  .  . 
(Picks  up  the  papers  one  by  one).  Hum 
— yes — "J.  Thorpe  in  account  with  W. 
Macartney  for  drawing  deed " 

Jeff. — Your  bill,  eh? 

Macartney. — Exactly.  .  .  .  Yes. 
"Accepted  plan  of  architect." 

Jeff. — Let  me  see.  (Turning  it  round 
and  round.)  North  elevation — south  ele- 
vation— east  elevation — here.  Macartney, 
is  it  elevated  every  way  at  once? 

Macartney.  —  Har!  har!  You  will 
have  your  joke,  Mr.  Thorpe.  Now,  let  us 
see,  "accepted  plan  of  architect" — and— 
yes — "J.  Thorpe  in  account  with  W.  Mac- 
artney re  accepting  plan " 

Jeff. — Your  bill,  eh? 

Macartney. — Yes.  Fee  for  acceptance 
of  contract.  Now,  let's  see,  "Rejected 
plan  of  architect" — another  architect.  .  . 
"J.  Thorpe  in  account  with  W.  Macart- 
ney re  rejection." 

Jeff. — One  fee  for  accepting  and  an- 
other for  refusing? 


uti—a  knife?    You  hound — I'll  brain  you." 

Macartney. — Oh,  we  lawyers  have  to 
be  quite  impartial,  you  know.  That  safe- 
guards you. 

Jeff  — Well,  I  begin  to  feel  pretty  safe, 
Macartney. 

Macartney. — .  .  .  And  here^fee 
and  expenses  of  W.  Macartney  to  New 
York  re  investigation  of  Cuban  Land  De- 
velopment Company— fee,  so  much — ex- 
penses, so  much — contingent  expenses,  so 
much — non-contingent  expenses,  so  much 
— other  expenses,  so  much — additional  ex- 
penses, so  and  so — all  clear,  is  it  not? 

Jeff  (laughing). — Oh,  clear  as  day. 
.  .  .  and  quite  right.  I  didn't  expect 
you  to  go  for  nothing,  and  you  brought 
back  the  information  I  wanted. 

Macartney. — A  splendid  company,  my 
dear  Thorpe  —  splendid  ■ — •  your  money's 
safe  with  them;  and  the  head — General 
Perrico — a  delightful  man — I'd  no  idea 
Cubans  were  so  white — spoke  excellent 
English,  too,  and  entertained  me  in  my 
spare  time  like  a  prince — such  little  rags 
of  spare  time,  that  is,  as  a  lawyer  finds — 
dinner,  theatres,  everything 

Jeff. — Theatres,  ah,  yes,  I  saw  Shake- 
spere  once — long  ago  in  London — A  Win- 
ter's Tale. 

Macartney. — Winter's  Tale — that  was 
it — or  no — nearly  that — Winter  Garden, 
that's  it.  But,  come,  tell  me  what  it  is 
that  you  want  me  to  add  to  this  (tapping 
the  endowment  document)  before  we 
sign?     Tell  me  just  as  clearly  and  simply 


as  possible,  in  a  few 
words  what  you  want 
— and  I'll  go  and  run  it 
into  legal  terminology 
in  half  an  hour. 

Jeff. — 1  want  to  say 
I'll  give  to  the  Home 
sixty  thousand  dollars' 
worth  of  stock  in  the 
Land  Company  instead 
of  cash. 

Macartney.  —  Ex- 
cellent. Couldn't  b  e 
plainer.  I'll  just  make 
a  note  of  it  (scribbles 
at  table)  say — "I,  Jef- 
ferson Thorpe,  of  the 
town  and  township  of 
Mariposa,  d  o  hereby 
give,  bequeath,  trans- 
fer, devise  and  assign" 
— oh,    yes,   I   can   rush 

that  off  in 

[Gathers    documents 

to  go.] 
Jeff. — And  don't  for- 
get an  account  for  it, 
Mac! 

Macartney.  —  Har! 
har !  you  will  have  your 
joke! 

[Exit  Macartney, 
side  door  Enter 
Josh  Smith,  great- 
ly dressed  up,  color- 
e  d  waistcoat, 
flower,  valise  i  n 
hand.] 
Smith. —  Well,  Jeff, 
I'm  off. 

Jeff. — Going  to  the 
city,  are  you? 

Smith.  —  Yep!  next 
train.  Hotelmen's  meet- 
ing— to  fight  the  tem- 
perance movement. 

Jeff. — What  are  you 
going  to  do? 

Smith.  —  Why,  get 
together  about  it.  I 
says  to  the  other  boys — boys,  we've  got 
to  get  together  shoulder  to  shoulder  and 
fight  this  thing  or  it  will  beat  us.  So  we 
got  a  meeting  down  in  the  city  to-night — 
private — I  says  to  the  boys,  the  way  is 
for  a  few  of  us  to  get  together  round  a 
table,  over  a  glass  of  whiskey — and  fight 
it — yes,  sir — and  beat  it.  But  say,  Jeff. 
(Sinking  his  voice.)  I  want  a  word  with 
you — alone,  Jeff — them  friends  of  yours 
— this  here  Harstone  and  this  Slyde — Ij 

don't  like  'em 

Jeff. — Stop. 

Smith. — I  know  they're  your  friends — 

but    they    ain't    mine — I    wouldn't   have 

them  in  my  hotel  if  I  could  help  it — Jeff, 

thev're  crooks 

Jeff. — Josh,  you're  an  old  friend  and  a 

good  friend 

Smith.— I  tell  you  they're  crooks — the 
two  of  them — and  I'll  tell  you  more,  Jeff, 
though  I  oughtn't  to.  (Looking  around 
to  be  sure.)  The  police  is  after  them.  I've 
had  the  word  to  watch  them.  They're 
after  them  from  Toronto  and  from  Noo 
York — there's  a  man  Olson  in  Noo  York, 
the  head  of  the  concern,  that  they  want 

first — and  the  minute  they  get  him 

Jeff.  —  Stop,  Smith,  stop.       I  won't 

listen,  I 

Smith. — Well,  Jeff,  I  can't  persuade 
you.  But  I  warned  you.  Well,  I  can't 
wait.  I'll  be  back  to-morrow  early — so 
long. 

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At  Lake  O'Calling 

By  Sir  Gilbert  Parker 

Author  of  "The  Right  of   Way,"  "Jordan  is  a 
Hard  Road,"  etc. 


THE  Young  Doctor  knew;  but  it  took 
him  a  long  time  to  find  it  out  be- 
yond peradventure.  He  was  no 
longer  "young"  when  he  discovered  that 
which  made  tragedy  and  comedy  in  one; 
yet  the  world  still  called  him  what  it  had 
always  done  since  the  year  Askatoon  first 
saw  him — the  Young  Doctor. 

He  had  been  so  much  of  the  every-day 
life  of  the  people  that  they  would  have  no 
other  doctor,  even  when  his  practice  out- 
grew his  powers;  and  so  it  was  that  the 
two  other  doctors  who  came  to  Askatoon 
were  forced  to  seek  partnership  with  him. 
Then  he  became,  as  it  were,  the  head  of 
a  medical  trust  —  Winterton,  Shipley  & 
Seaman,  physicians,  surgeons  and  ac- 
coucheurs, was  the  style  and  title  of  the 
firm.  And  because  Winterton,  the  Young 
Doctor,  was,  in  the  world's  eyes,  respon- 
sible for  all  that  the  others  did,  the  people 
had  confidence,  while  he  took  half  of  all 
the  fees. 

There  were  certain  folk  who  would 
rather  have  died,  however,  than  employ 
either  of  the  junior  partners  in  his  place; 
and  among  these  was  the  little  old  man 
Lisbon  James,  who,  with  his  brown- 
haired,  brown-eyed  daughter,  lived  by 
Lake  o'Calling  under  Tashalak  Hill,  five 
miles  from  Askatoon. 

Tashalak  Hill  was  the  beginning  of  a 
range  reaching  away  to  the  north  and 
west,  the  first  link  between  the  prairie 
and  the  mountains,  which  looked  toward 
the  Pacific  on  the  one  side  and  Hudson's 
Bay  on  the  other.  As  befitted  a  physical 
feature  so  important,  it  was  beautiful  in 
all  seasons — wooded  with  pines  and  hem- 
locks and  spruces.  At  its  foot,  on  the 
road  leading  to  the  Peace  River  country, 
a  highway  after  all  the  ages  for  thou- 
sands of  emigrants  and  adventurers,  was 
Lake  o'Calling,  so  named  because  of  the 
echo  a  voice  made  across  it  and  against 
the  precipitous  Tashalak. 

SHORTLY  after  the  Young  Doctor  him- 
self came  north,  Lisbon  James  had 
arrived  at  the  settlement.  He  had  lived 
there  since,  at  first  in  poverty,  and  then 
in  comfort,  as  the  years  went  on  and  tra- 
vellers increased ;  for  milk  and  butter  and 
eggs  and  vegetables  were  luxuries  neces- 
sary to  all  wayfarers,  and  they  had  them 
at  a  fully  adequate  price. 

But  neither  Lisbon  James  nor  his 
daughter  did  the  trading.  A  middle-aged 
French-Canadian  habitant  and  his  wife, 
who  had  journeyed  West  to  join  their 
young  married  daughter,  and  only  arrived 
after  her  death,  went  to  live  at  Lake  o'- 
Calling. They  became  the  happy  slaves 
of  Lisbon  James'  daughter,  and  thereby 
slaves  to  Lisbon  James  himself.  These 
two  were  the  tireless  workers  of  the  little 
estate,  and  did  all  the  huckstering;  so  that 
few  people  came  in  touch  with  the  owner, 
who  lived  a  secluded  life.  It  was  a  very 
healthy  life,  too,  since  in  many  years  the 
Young  Doctor  had  only  been  called  in 
five  times;  and  then  it  was  always  to  see 
the  girl  who,  while  wonderfully  healthy, 
was  more  than  once  the  victim  of  acci- 
dents, the  result  of  fearless  adventure. 


Since  the  moment  the  Young  Doctor 
saw  the  little  girl  first,  as  she  lay  with  a 
twisted  ankle  and  a  dislocated  elbow  in 
the  log-house  by  Lake  o'Calling,  well 
sheltered  behind  by  great  pine  trees,  he 
had  had  a  strange,  almost  uncanny  sense 
of  recognition  or  reminiscence.  As  the 
girl  grew  older,  the  impression  deepened; 
and  at  times  it  struck  him  with  a  hidden 
force,  as  though  in  the  dark  some  one 
had  whispered  not  loud  enough  to  be 
heard.  He  felt  a  hand  tugging  at  the 
shutters  of  his  memory;  but  for  years  it 
never  got  beyond  that,  try  as  he  would. 
Once,  when  Lisbon  James  opened  the 
door  and  left  the  room  where  he  was 
bandaging  Nancy's  elbow,  he  had  a  sud- 
den disturbing  summons  of  memory  or 
suggestion,  and  it  haunted  him  for  a 
long  time  afterward — a  face  turned  at  a 
doorway,  and  looking  back  with  troubled 
pity,  solicitude  and  sorrow.  And  when 
his  eyes  fell  an  Nancy's  face  smiling 
through  the  pain,  he  had  a  singular  feel- 
ing that  the  whole  picture  was  not  new — 
the  face  at  the  doorway,  the  face  on  the 
pillow  —  yet  with  confusing  differences 
which  only  bewildered  him.  It  was  as 
though  lightning  flashed  upon  a  scene, 
but  with  such  blinding  swiftness  that  the 
eyes   could   not   define   it. 

Little  Libson  James  was  very  refined 
in  person  for  a  man  in  his  position,  in 
spite  of  the  roughness  of  his  dress.  'This 
must  have  been  because  his  clothes  were 
kept  so  clean,  for  certainly  they  did  not 
fit  well.  They  hung  loosely  about  his 
spare  figure,  while  the  coat  sleeves  were 
always  too  long,  and  the  hat  and  boots 
too  big.  The  result  was  a  slouching  look. 
Yet  the  gray  hair,  worn  longer  than  most 
men  wore  it  ,  and  the  clean-shaven  cheek 
and  chin,  gave  a  delicacy  to  the  brown 
parchment  face,  lighted  by  brown,  watch- 
ful eyes,  which  seemed  always  to  have  a 
veil  over  them,  or  as  though  they  looked 
through  mist  or  cloud.  The  face  needed 
a  beard  to  give  the  personality  a  rugged- 
ness  in  keeping  with  the  life  at  Lake 
o'Calling. 

THE  relationship  of  the  two  was  evi- 
dent. Nancy  was  very  like  Lisbon 
James.  There  was  the  same  oval  face, 
the  same  brown  eyes — Nancy  had  no  cloud 
and  no  mist,  but  much  light  and  wonder 
and  humor,  too — the  same  long,  thin 
hands  with  almond-shaped  fingers.  It 
was  those  hands  more  than  aught  else 
which  made  the  observant  feel  that  the 
little  man,  who  was  as  skilled  at  weaving 
as  at  butter-making  or  mowing,  had  come 
of  well-bred  stock  from  somewhere  in 
the  outer  world.  This,  however  would 
cause  little  surprise  in  the  Far  North, 
where  so  many  flee,  to  turn  their  backs 
upon  scenes  no  longer  supportable  or 
people  with  whom  they  can  no  longer  live. 
The  North  is  kind  to  them.  It  gives  them 
that  which  deadens  pain  and  remorse, 
which  obliterates  misfortune;  in  the  vast 
spaces  where  little  gardens  of  civilization 
make  living  and  loving  the  happy  wastes; 
it  provides  a  balm  for  wounds  got  in  the 
warfare  of  the  crowded  life  forsaken  by 


the  emigres.  The  golden  brown  harvet 
fields  of  summer,  the  white  silence  of 
sunlit  winter,  the  air  that  drinks  like  wine, 
night  and  day  and  all  seasons,  long  peace 
with  toil,  and  hope  for  the  broken  spirit. 
So  it  may  have  been  with  Lisbon  James, 
thought  those  who  saw  the  traces  of  an- 
other sphere  in  the  tapering  fingers, 
gnarled  by  rheumatism  and  roughened  by 
hard  work,  yet  not  native  to  the  soil.  The 
Far  North,  however,  has  no  past,  and  all 
men  begin  the  world  when  they  settle 
there.  Indeed,  the  time  came  when  Lis- 
bon James  was  looked  upon  as  a  veteran, 
as  one  of  the  oldest  inhabitants,  as  be- 
longing to  the  days  of  the  H.B.C. — the 
Great  Company  which  pegged  out  civiliz- 
ation in  the  illimitable  plains,  at  the  gate- 
ways of  vast  lakes,  and  the  fords  and 
portages  of  wild  rivers.  Eighteen  years 
in  the  North  entitles  a  man  to  an  his- 
torical position,  and  history  does  not  go 
beyond  his  advent. 

SO    it  was   with   little   Lisbon   James, 
while  his  daughter  flourished  and  her 
fame  for  beauty  spread.     She  also  had 
renown  for  intelligence,  though  she  had 
never  been  to  school.    Whatever  she  knew 
— and  she  knew  a  great  deal — h^p  father     ' 
had  taught  her.     The  husband  who  tbok 
her   from   this   home  at   Lake  ^o'Calling 
would  not  find  her  unqualified.    She  n)^^    J 
many  a  man  who  saw  her,  perV^ans  giJj^/ 
in  passing,  turn  back  to  look  agjA/^wcjl^^J^ 
yet  again.  ^ — "''^ 

The  Young  Doctor  was  one  of  these; 
but  he  did  not  turn  back  for  the  same 
reason  as  the  rest.  He  was  always  search- 
ing for  something  he  could  not  find.  But 
at  last  he  found  it. 

It  happened  this  way. 

It  was  late  summer.  The  harvest  was 
in,  and  everywhere,  over  all  the  brown 
prairie,  clouds  of  dust  and  chaff  arose 
straight  to  the  heavens,  where  the  steam- 
threshers  were  sifting  the  golden  grain 
destined  for  the  far  places  of  the  earth. 
The  nights  were  cool;  but  the  days  were 
sunny  and  radiant,  the  birds  had  not  yet 
begun  to  fly  south,  emigrants  were  still 
moving  westward  and  northward,  and 
travelers  were  hurrying  east  and  west, 
speculation  in  their  eyes.  Many  of  them 
halted  at  Lake  o'Calling,  going  and  com- 
ing, lying,  as  it  did,  in  the  path  of  the 
great  railway  being  built  and  the  new 
Eldorado  of  settlement  in  the  Peace  River 
country.  All  kinds  of  people  made  pil- 
grimages past  Lake  o'Calling.  One  day 
it  was  an  English  duke,  next  day  it  was 
a  Dakota  horse-thief  another  day  it  was 
an  adventurer  from  Europe,  and  yet 
again  it  was  a  Commissioner  of  Police,  or 
a  new  Governor-General,  and  occasionally 
a  bigger  man  still,  a  king — a  railway 
king — who  came  to  view  the  nation-mak- 
ing work  which  his  brain  had  conceived 
and  other  people's  money  built  at  three 
and  a  half  per  cent,  profit,  while  his  pro- 
fits were  the  useful  millions  not  to  be 
reckoned  in  percentages. 

Here  it  was  came  Calmour,  one  of 
the  greatest  of  these  full-priced  pat- 
riots,   on    a    morning    when    the    world 


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was  as  cheerful  as  it  had  ever  been  since 
the  beginning  of  time.  It  was  not  more 
cheerful  than  Calmour.  He  had  found 
that  the  troubles  of  construction  were 
less  than  had  been  anticipated,  and  that 
his  new  railway  would  cost  him  less  .than 
the  estimates  by  hundreds  of  thousands 
of  pounds.  The  feeling  of  that  to  him  was 
like  the  finding  of  a  gold  coin  in  the  street 
to  a  thirsty  lad  on  circus-day  after  all  his 
money  has  been  spent.  Calmour  did  not 
need  the  hundreds  of  thousands;  he  could 
never  use  them  except  to  increase  his 
power,  since  he  had  neither  chick  nor 
child  on  whom  to  spend  his  money,  nor 
for  whom  to  accumulate  the  riches  of  the 
earth.  But  he  was  thirsty  for  Power, 
and  Power  was  his  gold.  Each  new  rail- 
way he  built,  each  land  company  and  lum- 
ber bond  issue  to  which  he  lent  his  name, 
helped  to  increase  that  power. 

It  brought  him  much  of  everything  save 
the  things  that  matter.  In  these  he  was 
poor  enough.  He  wondered  often  at  the 
starved  feeling  that  was  in  his  heart, 
when  he  could  lay  his  hands  on  money 
which  could  buy  him  whatever  his  eye 
fancied — almost.  Yet  he  had  more  than 
most  rich  men  to  satisfy  him.  He  had  a 
love  of  pictures  and  rare  books,  and  docu- 
ments and  poetry,  and  armor  and  ancient 
jewels;  and  his  house  in  Montreal  was 
full  of  them.  In  this,  he  was  a  rara  avis 
in  the  new  country  he  was  revealing  in 
part  to  the  world.  He  had  more  tempera- 
ment than  is  usual  to  men  of  his  trade, 
and  he  loved  a  tag  of  poetry  and  a  useful 
aphorism.  He  had  the  machinery  for  the 
making  of  happiness;  he  had  those  gifts 
which  make  for  enjoyment.  And  yet  at 
sixty  he  had  not  found  content,  and  was 
not  even  peaceful.  He  must  ever  be  mov- 
ing, ever  going  from  one  thing  to  an- 
other. People  said  it  was  a  pity  that  he 
had  no  family,  and  that  he  would  not 
marry.  There  were  widows  many  who 
had  deftly  placed  themselves  in  his  way; 
there  were  ladies  who  would  willingly 
have  got  rid  of  their  own  husbands  to  go 
to  him;  and  there  were  very  young  un- 
married women,  scarce  out  of  their  'teens, 
who  would  have  seen  no  wintry  chill  in 
his  frosted  head.  But  he  went  on  his 
way,  stopping  only  for  a  moment  where 
the  willing  hearts  were;  taking  a  little, 
as  he  always  did  where  there  was  some- 
thing to  be  got,  and  giving  naught  in  re- 
turn. He  had  that  supreme  selfishness 
which  belongs  to  the  money-maker.  Kings 
and  princes  and  statesmen  and  soldiers 
and  admirals  all  give  service  freely — give, 
as  a  rule,  a  thousand  times  more  than 
they  ever  get.  But  the  money-master  sees 
only  himself,  feels  only  the  desires  of 
self.  Still,  one  way  or  another,  he  pays 
for  all  he  gets  in  the  end. 

Calmour  had  his  gloomy  moments,  his 
hours  of  angry  satiety  and  boredom, 
when  he  cried:  "Is  this'all?"  But  they 
were  not  chronic. 

AS  he  came  to  Tashalak  Hill  this  beau- 
tiful September  morning,  he  was  not 
in  a  mood  of  gloom,  and  his  eye  drank  in 
the  prospect  with  an  artist's  eye.  It  was 
a  soothing  luxury  to  have,  as  other  men 
had,  the  pleasure  of  controlling  fortunes 
and  owning  great  railways,  and  yet  to 
possess  the  gift  of  enjoying  art  and  na- 
ture which  they  did  not  possess.  Rein- 
ing in  his  horse  and  waving  back  his  re- 
tainers, he  had  a  feeling  of  exultation  as 
he  looked  out  upon  Lake  o'Calling  with  its 
tiny  islands  dotting  the  surface. 

He  drank  in  as  a  reveler  drains  his 


glass,  eagerly,  greedily,  and  saw  a  scene 
for  the  brush  of  Daubigny.  For  a  mo- 
ment, the  whole  world  seemed  to  belong 
to  him.  He  filled  it.  He  was  master  of 
it.  The  sense  of  control  was  in  his  eyes, 
the  consciousness  of  it  in  his  mind.  Away 
to  the  right,  on  the  shore  of  the  lake,  lay 
a  large  log-house,  which  had  been  added 
to  till  it  was  an  unpretentious  mansion;  in 
a  clearing  beyond  the  house  were  two  or 
three  cows  and  a  horse,  and  chickens 
scampered  about  a  doorway  of  a  second 
tiny  log-house  flanking  the  larger  house. 
It  was  just  sunrise;  the  sun  had  not  yet 
absorbed  the  dew,  and  this  sylvan  world 
sparkled. 

The  house  held  his  eyes.  How  homelike 
and  kind  it  was,  how  set  apart  from 
the  world!  It  suddenly  brought  to  his 
mind  another  house,  not  of  logs,  but  the 
lower  part  of  great  timbers,  and  the  up- 
per part  of  weatherbeaten  boards — a 
house  with  big  dormer  windows,  a  wide 
verandah  on  the  south  side,  and  a  stoop 
on  the  other,  where  he  sat  of  an  evening 
how  long  ago,  how  long!  His  eyes  were 
now  seeing  beyond  Lake  o'Calling  to  the 
old  Manor  House  down  in  Quebec,  which 
he  had  frequented  in  the  days  when  he 
was  as  yet  unknown,  a  farmer's  son, 
driving  upward  from  obscurity  and  pov- 
erty to  competence,  or  rather  to  oppor- 
tunity; for  all  that  he  made  was  spent  in 
negotiating  opportunity.  He  lived  to-day 
on  two  thousand  dollars  a  year,  as  though 
he  were  going  to  be  worth  two  hundred 
thousand  a  year  to-morrow. 

There,  in  the  old  Manor  House,  he  had 
married,  on  just  such  a  morning  as  this, 
brilliant,  buoyant,  eloquent  of  energy. 
He  recalled  the  drive  through  the  parish, 
his  girl-wife  at  his  side,  as  proud  and 
happy  as  could  be;  for  it  had  never  oc- 
curred to  him  then  to  marry  for  money. 
He  was  too  big  for  that,  or  too  confident 
and  self-centered.  He  knew  even  then 
that  he  could  make  all  the  money  he 
wanted,  and  he  meant  to  make  it.  He  had 
told  his  girl-wife  so,  as  they  drove,  with 
the  happy,  singing  procession  behind 
them  on  their  wedding  journey.    ■ 

NOW,  as  his  mind's  eye  saw  this  pic- 
ture, a  heaviness  seemed  to  settle 
on  his  spirit  like  a  pall,  and  all  the  land 
grew  dark.  This  bright  prospect  before 
him  seemed  to  fade,  and  a  cloud  of  dis- 
content gathered  over  it.  After  all,  how 
barren  and  sordid  and  meaningless  it  all 
was !  In  the  Manor  House  from  which  he 
took  his  bride,  there  was  great  happiness 
long  ago.  Now  the  place  was  gone  to 
alien  hands,  and  all  who  had  loved  his 
girl-wife  had  disappeared.  Some  had 
been  taken  by  death,  while  some  had  gone 
where  he  never  saw  them  more;  and  if 
they  had  their  will,  he  would  never  see 
them  more.  For  that  which  had  driven 
his  girl-wife  to  her  grave,  had  been  his 
own  passion  and  heartlessness.  He  had 
wakened  to  life's  opportunities  for  pleas- 
ure when  he  had  made  his  first  fortune; 
and  his  natural,  if  undeveloped,  capacities 
for  luxury  and  indulgence  had  been  in- 
flamed by  a  woman  of  brilliant  parts  and 
abandoned  character.  On  her  account, 
he  had  neglected  the  girl-wife,  who  had 
loved  him  through  the  seven  years  of  their 
married  li;fe  with  a  devotion  which  he  did 
not  realize,  so  used  are  men  of  his  kind 
to  getting  all  and  giving  little.  The  two 
children  his  wife  had  borne  and  lost,  he 
had  missed;  but  the  present  thing  was 
most  to  him  always.  And  so  it  was  he 
soon  forgot  them,  and  even  ceased  to  look 


for  others  to  come,  carried  away  as  he 
was  at  first  slowly,  almost  wonderingly, 
only  half-understanding,  and  then  with 
a  rush,  by  the  woman  through  whom  he 
had  lost  his  wife.  It  was  all  forgotten 
by  the  world  long  ago;  but  many  an 
honest  mind  was  grieved  and  scandalized 
when  his  wife,  shocked  beyond  endurance 
by  the  sudden  knowledge  that  another 
woman  shared,  or  altogether  held,  his 
heart — she  thought  it  was  his  heart;  for, 
from  first  to  last,  she  was  like  a  child, 
simple  and  single-minded  and  unworldly 
— left  him  suddenly,  and  herself  went 
away  where  he  could  not  find  her.  He 
never  found  her.  All  he  found,  when  at 
last  he  traced  her,  having  himself  been 
shocked  into  a  realization  of  the  true  posi- 
tion, and  left  the  fly-away  who  had  used, 
demoralized  and  bled  him,  was  a  grave 
whereon  was  carved  only  her  maiden 
name,  and  no  more,  except  the  words 
which  long  rang  in  his  ears:  "Blessed  are 
the  pure  in  heart,  for  they  shall  see 
God!" 

THE  last  time  he  ever  saw  her,  she 
was  standing  at  the  window  of  their 
home  looking  after  him  with  a  smile.  That 
was  the  day  she  had  meant  to  tell  him 
what,  in  spite  of  his  late  coldness,  she 
felt  might  make  his  arms  more  eager  to 
embrace  her;  and  she  had  gathered  up  a 
handful  of  things  and  had  left  him  for 
ever,  as  it  proved;  for  she  died  within 
six  months  of  that  day  in  a  distant  corner 
of  Gaspe  by  the  sea. 

He  had  never  married  since.  He  had 
no  child,  and  all  his  fortune  would  go  to 
a  favorite  nephew  who  had  proved  his 
capacity  as  an  organizer  and  pioneer. 
Rupert  Calmour  by  name.  Sometimes 
the  futility  of  his  prodigious  labors  rushed 
upon  him,  stole  the  strength  from  his 
bones.  All  he  was  doing,  and  all  he  had, 
was  for  himself  alone;  for  this  nephew 
of  his  could  not  take  the  place  of  wife  and 
children.  But  in  all  the  years  since  his 
wife's  flight  and  her  death,  he  had  never 
been  able  to  stretch  out  his  hand  and  put 
another  woman  in  her  place.  Composed, 
and  even  callous,  as  many  thought  him,  ■ 
his  wife's  death  had  been  a  tragedy  to 
him;  and,  as  the  years  went  by,  it  grew 
not  less,  but  more,  in  his  mind  and  im- 
agination. A  thousand  times  in  his  sleep 
he  had  dreamed  of  her,  and  always,  either 
as  he  last  saw  her  at  the  window  of  their 
home,  or  as  she  looked  when  she  reached 
up  an  arm  that  bright  morning  when  her 
first-born  came,  and  drew  his  head  down 
to  her  breast  where  a  babe  lay  in  the 
hollow  of  her  other  arm.  After  those 
dreams,  he  was  generally  savage  in  his 
financial  dealings.  Anger  at  himself 
found  its  way  into  his  dealings  with  the 
world,  and  the  world  was  not  happier 
because  of  this  mis-direction  of  remorse. 

As  he  looked  at  the  great  log-house  be- 
side the  lake,  that  anry  remorse  came 
welling  up  in  him  again;  and  the  futility 
of  all  he  had  done  emerged  once  more  with 
its  monotonous  mockery.  What  good  even 
the  mastery  of  the  world,  if  there  was 
not  some  one  waiting  behind  the  case- 
ment, watching  for  your  return,  to  say: 
"Well  done;"  and  to  lead  you  into  the 
inner  sanctuary  of  home.     What  good! 

Before  the  angry  remorse  could  master 
him  now,  however,  there  stole  through 
him  the  sweetness  of  this  scene  of  con- 
tent and  peace.  Again  the  thought  of 
that  May  morning  long  ago,  when  Suzon 
raised  her  face  to  take  his  kiss  and  called 
him  husband  for  the  first  time,  crept  into 


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his  heart;  and  his  eyes  swam  with  the 
fulness  of  the  soul,  which  was  in  him 
more  than  in  most  men.  His  genius,  his 
temperament  made  him  powerful ;  but  he 
paid  the  price  for  it.  For,  when  he  suf- 
fered, he  suffered  as  one  bound  in  chains 
and  cast  into  the  fire. 

His  head  dropped  on  to  his  breast,  and 
be  sat  on  his  horse  among  the  trees  like  a 
leader  who  had  seen  his  army  desert  him 
in  the  face  of  the  enemy. 

The  minutes  passed,  like  years  it  seem- 
ed to  the  man  alone  with  his  tortured 
soul;  and  then  he  was  sharply  aroused 
by  a  shrill  cry  from  the  lake  in  front  of 
him.  He  drove  his  horse  forward  clear 
of  the  trees,  and  saw,  not  five  hundred 
feet  away,  two  white  arms  thrust  up  in 
the  blue  water,  and  a  face  shrouded  with 
hair  sinking  beneath  the  surface. 

IN  an  instant,  he  was  off  his  horse.  With 
lightning  swiftness,  he  discarded  his 
hat,  boots,  coat  and  waistcoat;  and,  from 
the  high  bank  where  he  was,  plunged  out 
and  down  with  the  skill  of  the  expert 
swimmer — he  had  been  that  ever  since  he 
was  a  child.  He  disappeared  beneath 
the  water;  but  in  a  second  rose  again, 
and  struck  out  with  powerful  strokes 
to.  where  the  two  white  arms  were 
still  showing,  though  the  head  was 
almost  submerged. 

Behind  him  on  the  bank,  voices 
shouted  encouragement  to  him,  the 
voices  of  his  nephew,  Rupert  Cal- 
mour,  and  the  engineer  traveling  with 
them.  They  were  launching  one  of 
the  collapsible  boats  which  had  been 
brought  with  the  expedition. 

In  an  incredibly  short  time,  he 
covered  the  space  between  the  shore 
and  the  drowning  girl,  Nancy  James, 
who  had  been  seized  with  cramp  while 
taking  her  morning  plunge.  As  Cal- 
mour  neared  the  girl,  Lisbon  James 
himself  appeared  on  the  shore  in 
iront  of  the  log-mansion,  crying  out 
helplessly. 

Calmour  reached  the  girl  in  time. 
In  another  moment  she  would  have 
been  gone  forever.  He  got  an  arm 
around  her,  and  as  she  clasped  her 
arms  around  his  neck  over  his 
shoulders,  he  struck  out  for  the 
shore  when  Rupert  Calmour  and  an- 
other were  paddling  swiftly  in  the 
emergency  boat. 

His  own  face  was  scarcely  clear  of 
the  water,  and  he  labored  heavily ;  for 
he  was  sixty,  the  water  was  icy  cold, 
and  the  girl  was  no  sylph  or  flower- 
stem.  It  seemed  to  him  that  he  could 
never  reach  the  boat  coming  to  him; 
and  yet.  somehow,  the  girl's  arms 
around  his  neck  summoned  up  every 
inch  of  energy  and  resource  in  him. 
With  a  sudden  realization  that  his 
strength  was  going  that  it  could  not 
last,  he  made  call  on  all  his  vital 
forces  for  a  supreme  effort,  for  the 
last  spurt  which  might  save  them 
both.  The  thought  did  not  occur  to 
him  that  he  could  save  himself  with- 
out the  girl.  It  seemed  to  him  that 
the  one  reason  why  they  should  not 
both  sink  was  that  the  girl  should  be 
saved.  He  had,  behind  all,  a  great 
heart  which  had  never  been  given  a 
real  chance,  which  had  loved  self  too 
well — a  force  lacking  power,  because 
it  was  so  little  used.  Yet,  here  it  was 
proving  its  natural  worth  at  last. 

The    strain    on    every    nerve    and 
muscle  was  immeasurable;  but  in  the 


very  moment  when  he  felt  he  could  hold 
out  no  longer,  the  boat  reached  them,  and 
the  girl  was  lifted  away  from  him,  though 
her  hands  were  so  tightly  clasped  around 
his  neck  that  Rupert  Calmour's  strong 
fingers  could  only  loose  them  by  a  pow- 
erful effort.  In  Calmour's  exhaustion 
there  was  something  strange  in  the  feel- 
ing possessing  him,  that  he  wished  the 
arms  to  remain  where  they  were.  They 
had  been  like  the  child's  helplessness 
tlinging  to  the  man's  strength ;  and  it  was 
so  long  since  the  arms  of  the  young  had 
been  round  him,  so  many  centuries  ago! 

As  they  lifted  her  away  from  him,  con- 
scious and  murmuring  something,  partly 
of  gratitude  and  partly  a  response  to  the 
anxious  shouts  of  Lisbon  James  on  the 
shore  by  the  log-mansion,  Calmour  saw 
her  face  for  the  first  time,  the  brown  eyes 
under  the  broad  forehead,  the  oval  face, 
the  pointed  chin,  the  lips  curving  so  deli- 
cately yet  so  strongly,  and  the  straight 
aquiline  nose — like  his  own.  He  gave  a 
cry  that  rang  out  across  the  lake,  a  cry 
of  amazement,  of  shock,  of  joy  so  intense 
that  it  was  like  pain. 


"Suzon ! — Suzon !"  he  cried  wildly;  then 
his  hands  slipped  from  the  side  of  the 
boat,  and  he  slid  down  into  the  depths 
like  a  stone. 

Without  an  instant's  hesitation,  Rnpert 
Calmour  plunged  beneath  the  surface,  a 
looped  rope  in  his  hands. 


TW 
Dc 


PART  II. 

'WO  hours  afterward,  the  Young 
Doctor  arrived  at  Lisbon  James' 
house.  They  had  restored  Calmour  to 
consciousness;  but  he  did  no  more  than 
look  into  the  face  of  Lisbon  James,  and 
then  sink  back  into  unconsciousness. 
They  worked  with  him  for  a  time  longer; 
and  at  length  his  eyes  opened  again,  and 
fell  once  more  on  Lisbon  James. 

A  look  of  stark  confusion,  almost  of 
fear,  came  into  his  drenched  face. 

"Who  are  you — who  is  she?"  he  gasped. 

Lisbon  James  stooped  and  whispered 
in  his  ear.  He  suddenly  raised  himself 
with  a  cry  of  joy. 

Contimied  on  page  67. 


The  Awakening  of  the  American  Eagle 

How  Uncle  Sam  Can  Take  His  Part 
in  the  War 

By  Agnes  C.  Laut 

Author  of  "Lords  of  the  North,"  "The  Canadian 

Commonwealth,"  etc.  ' 


I  SEE  them  yet  as  they  marched  down 
Fifth  Avenue,  three  solid  miles  of 
women,  old  and  young,  native-born 
and  foreign-born.  Camp  Fire  Girls  from 
the  best  of  homes  and  Hebrew  orphans 
from  no  homes  at  all,  gray-haired  anti- 
suffragists  and  blond-haired  militants, 
"cashies"  from  departmental  stores  and 
women  who  can  sign  their  cheques  in  six 
figures,  college  girls  and  university  dons, 
women  and  girls,  girls  and  women,  far 
as  eye  could  see  from  Washington  Square 
north  to  72nd  Street,  women  on  horse- 
back and  women  in  motors,  squads  of 
nurses  marching  in  front  oif  squads  of 
men's  cavalry,  women  in  platoons  with 
hoes  over  their  backs  and  Boy  Scouts  with 
placards  declaring,  "WE  ARE  COM- 
ING, FATHER  ABRAHAM,  300,000 
STRONG"— following  battalions  of  the 
Friars'  and  Players'  Clubs,  who  had 
decked  one  of  their  actors  up  as  Lincoln — 
the  most  wonderful  spontaneous  outburst 
of  national  consecration  to  the  fight  for 
freedom  that  the  United  States  have  seen 
in  their  history! 

There  was  no  use  blinking  truth! 
Things  were  not  in  a  good  way.  The 
strongest  republic  on  earth  on  the  verge 
of  war  against  the  strongest  despotism  on 
earth — seemed  asleep,  or  dead  in  ease, 
or  drugged  with  prosperity  to  the  utter 
disregard  of  the  great  cause  rocking  the 
world's  foundations.  One  month  at  war ! 
An  army  of  a  million  and  a  quarter 
needed.  Congressmen  haggling  over  the 
words  "universal  service  and  conscrip- 
tion," and  enlistments  lagging  at  the  rate 
of  a  dozen  a  day !  There  was  a  reason  for 
the  lagging,  more  apparent  on  the  spot 
than  at  a  distance — many  young  men  keen 
to  enlist  were  waiting  to  see  whether  there 
was  to  be  a  universal 
draft,  or  not.  Also,  the 
same  thing  was  happen- 
ing here  as  happened  in 
England  —  men,  meta- 
phorically, sat  on  the 
door  step  waiting  to  en- 
list, because  official  staffs 
were  swamped  by  the 
sudden  necessity.  If 
every  man  in  Uncle 
Sam's  regular  army  were 
an  officer  there  would  not 
be  officers  enough  to  train 
a  force  of  a  million  men. 
Also,  it  was  now  appar- 
ent beyond  contradiction, 
or  argument,  that  the 
world  was  dependent  for 
food  on  Uncle  Sam's 
fleets  of  merchantmen; 
and  there  were  not 
enough  marines  to  man 
the  ships  in  the  navy,  not 
to  speak  of  the  countless 
wooden  ships  being  built 
to  carry  food  to  Europe. 


And  multitudes  seemed  unaware  of  the 
fact  that  with  short  crops  in  America  in 
1916,  and  high-priced  seed  and  almost  im- 
possibly high-priced  labor  for  1917,  there 
was  danger  of  world  hunger — hunger  that 
would  bring  the  menace  to  America's  very 
shores. 

THEN    came    such    unspeakable   out- 
rages as  the  blowing  up  of  the  Eddy- 
stone  Plant  with  loss  of  150  lives ! 

Everybody  seemed  suddenly  to  rea- 
lize that  we  were  in  the  war,  and  we  were 
doing — nothing.  In  a  land  where  every 
man  is  king,  an  awakening  comes  with  a 
jump.  Everybody  asks  heart-searching 
questions,  not  of  his  neighbor,  but  of 
himself.  Were  we  a  nation  of  loud- 
mouthed slackers,  our  blood  diluted  to 
some  cold  reptile  fluid  by  the  hordes  of 
foreigners,  who  have  poured  into  the 
nation  since  the  Civil  War?  It  needed 
only  a  rumor  of  submarines  at  our  doors 
to  set  the  entire  population  by  the  ears. 
If  everybody  waited  for  everybody  else  to 
volunteer  proof  of  patriotism,  there  was 
something  wrong  with  the  American 
spirit.  Nobody  knows  who  started  it. 
Everybody  started  it.  Everybody  was 
bursting  to  give  some  expression  to  faith 
in  the  ideals  of  democracy.  The  British 
Government  announced  an  American  Day. 
Perhaps  the  shouts  of  jubilation  in  Paris 
on  America's  entry  into  the  war,  rolled 
back  and  echoed  here.  It  chanced  that 
April  19th  was  the  anniversary  of  Paul 
Revere's  ride,  when  the  embattled  farmers 
of  New  England  rose  to  "fire  the  shot 
heard  round  the  world"  against  another 
foolish  Teutonic  king.  Mayor  Mitchell 
had  been  deeply  distressed  by  New  York's 
lack  of  response  to  the  call  for  enlistments. 

GENERAL.'iOUR,  DWISlOM 
WIU-  ATTACK.  AT  ONCE.' 


— Darling  in  the  New  York  Tribune 
The   first   hnportant   engagement 


Had  New  York  become  so  foreign  there 
were  no  Americans  left?  The  credit  of 
giving  the  great  cosmopolis  of  America  a 
chance  for  self-revelation  belongs  to 
Mayor  Mitchell. 

Suddenly,  American  flags  were  seen 
everywhere,  entwined  with  French  and 
British  flags.  It  was  like  the  re-union  of 
a  divided  family  threatened  by  a  common 
foe.  The  thing  was  absolutely  spontane- 
ous. Stars  and  Stripes  and  Union  Jacks 
appeared  on  the  same  flag  poles.  Such  a 
thing  would  have  caused  a  riot  five  years 
ago.  Then  everybody  broke  loose.  New 
York  stopped  working.  Office  and  store 
staffs  went  on  a  riot  of  enthusiasm — 
these  same  foreigners,  whose  loyalty  we 
have  been  doubting,  who  almost  swerved 
in  their  own  hearts  in  their  loyalty.  No- 
body financed  it.  It  financed  itself.  Any- 
body, who  wanted  to — could  march.  It 
was  all  arranged  and  sprung  in  less  than 
four  days. 

On  the  anniversary  of  the  Paul  Revere 
night,  a  young  girl  mounted  on  a  speedy 
gray  started  down  Broadway,  calling  on 
men  to  enlist.  Every  church  bell  in  the 
city  rang  out.  Chimes  from  Washington 
Heights  to  the  Battery  broke  the  midnight 
silence  with  "the  Star  Spangled  Banner" 
and  "Rule  Britannia."  Theatre  goers 
on  the  way  home  first  stopped — then  gasp- 
ed. Before  the  police  knew  it,  there 
wasn't  any  traffic.  The  whole  city  had 
stopped  and  was  listening.  For  the  first 
time  in  a  century  and  a  half,  Great  Bri- 
tain and  the  United  States  were  singing  a 
national  anthem  in  unison— an  anthem 
of  freedom.  People  choked  up  and  didn't 
know  why.  Then,  from  the  Battery  to  the 
Bronx,  the  city  cheered  and  clapped. 
That  was  the  beginning  of  it. 

There  was  no  longer 
any  doubt  about  the 
"Wake  Up  America" 
Parade,  which  was  to 
take  place  next  day.  Citi- 
zens from  every  walk  of 
life  came  marching  down 
Fifth  Avenue  next  day. 
"You  have  called  us  for- 
eigners," they  seemed  to 
say.  "You  have  called  us 
Wops,  Dagoes,  aliens  — 
now,  we  show  you  which 
side  we  are  on,  and  what 
we  will  do  if  you  give  us 
a  chance.  We'll  show  you 
whether  we  are  Ameri- 
cans." And  they  poured 
forth  in  thousands  —  in 
tens  of  thousands  if  you 
counted  the  spectators,  in 
hundreds  of  thousands— 
and  they  sang  America's 
national  airs  till  the  can- 
yon of  the  great  Avenue 
was  a  sea  of  voices  — 
voices  chanting  freedom. 


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31 


Ihe  dominant  feature  of  the  parade  was 

the  presence  of  women  and  girls  among 
Boy  Scouts  and  regular  troopers — women 
in  uniformed  brigades,  mounted  and  afoot, 
Red  Cross  nurses,  women  gardeners. 
Camp  Fire  Girls,  signal  corps,  girls, 
mounted  brigades.  Said  the  New  York 
Herald: 

"At  two  o'clock  in  the  afternoon,  behind  a 
great  band  playing  a  stirring  march,  a  com- 
pany of  school  girls,  fifteen  abreast  in  close 
order,  marched  south  in  Fifth  Avenue.  They 
wore  white  middy  blouses  and  blue  skirts  and 
their  hair  was  down  their  backs. 

"March?  We  don't  know  who  is  respon- 
sible for  drilling  them,  but  they  marched  like 
veterans.  In  perfect  alignment,  with  eyes 
front,  they  strode  along.  Anon  a  few  com- 
panies broke  with  song.  'The  Battle  Hymn 
of  the  Republic'  and  'My  Country,  'Tis  of 
Thee'  were  mostly  heard.  The  singing  was 
not  load.  There  was  no  shouting.  It  was 
soft,  low,  earnest,  as  if  it  came  from  the  heart. 
It  intensified  the  steady  trend  of  the  little 
feet,  but  there  was  no  deviation  from  the 
'eyes  front.' 

"This  was  at  two  o'clock.  At  five  o'clock, 
three  hours  later,  there  was  the  same  tread  of 
feet,  the  same  soft  but  earnest  singing  to 
typify  loyalty  and,  perhaps,  ease  the  weari- 
ness the  brave  faces  would  not  show. 

"Behind  the  school  girls,  an  equally  cred- 
itable order  and  make-up,  were  the  Camp 
Fire    Girls,   another   refreshing   sight. 

"There  were,  of  course,  other  features  of 
the  pageant  —  soldiers,  flags.  Boy  Scouts, 
mounted  marshals — but  all  the  pomp  and  cir- 
cumstances of  glorious  war  and  all  officialdom 
faded  into  nothingness  compared  with  the 
impressive  sight  of  20,000  future  mothers  of 
men  marching  with  a  precision  and  earnest- 
ness undreamed  of  in  the  sex." 

WHEN  I  saw  the  first  little  band 
come  marching  down,  singing  a 
national  air  that  first  roused  and  then 
hushed  applause,  followed  by  women  rid- 
ing among  mounted  officers — I  asked  my- 
self, as  I  know  other  spectators  asked,  is  it 
part  of  a  street  spectacle,  or  is  it  some- 
thing deeper?  Then  came  a  group  of  little 
girls  dressed  as  colonial  heroes  and  in 
front  of  them — tiny  girls — mere  "kiddies" 
— wheeling  two  baby  carriages.  On  the 
placard  was  the  lettering— "WON'T  YOU 
FIGHT  FOR  THESE?" 

Were  the  women  and  children  in  the 
parade  as  a  great  national  protest  against 
such  outrages  as  women  and  children 
have  suffered  on  the  Lusitania,  in  Bel- 
gium, in  Poland?  Were  they  conscious  of 
the  deeper  meaning  of  their  own  presence 
in  such  a  paradfe?  For  it  must  be  remem- 
bered that  evpi-y  foreign  "kiddie"  in  that 
parade  had  s.^-ireign  father  and  mother, 
had  foreign  brothers  and  sisters,  had  re- 
lations on  the  war-blighted  fields  of 
Europe,  who  wrote  out  to  America,  what 
they  were  suffering. 

Came  the  Girl  Scouts,  10,000  strong, 
carrying  the  effigy  of  a  man  on  a 
stretcher.  Their  placard  read — "IF  HE 
WON'T  FIGHT,  WE  WILL.  IF  HE 
CAN'T,  WE  CAN." 

The  floats  left  no  doubts  in  any  mind 
what  the  parade  meant.  One  was  the  tor- 
pedo of  a  submarine,  another  was  Colum- 
bia with  the  Stars  and  Stripes  enwrap- 
ping women  and  children.  I  came  down 
closer  from  my  window  above  the  Avenue 
to  see  the  faces  of  the  marchers — dead  in 
earnest,  all  of  them  unconscious  of  the 
added  beauty  gained  by  such  zest,  earnest 
and  eager  and  unswerving — in  the  tramp 
— tramp — tramp — of  old  and  young  that 
lasted  from  noon  till  dusk.  It  has  been 
said — Germany  will  fight  to  the  last  man. 
It  can  now  be  said  that  Columbia  will  fight 
— if  need  be — to  the  last  woman  and  child. 
Women  know  what  this  war  has  meant 


Following  Britain's  example — a  recruiting  poster 
by     the    famous    artist    Charles  Dana   Gibson. 


to  womankind;  and  unspeakable  things 
have  happened  that  will  never  again  be 
condoned  in  war  or  peace. 

One  of  the  most  impressive  brigades 
was  a  band  of  departmental  store  girls 
with  rifles  on  their  shoulders.,  "No  more 
trampling  of  girlhood  in  a  military  cess- 
pool of  crime" — they  seemed  to  say. 
"Men  have  fought  for  us  in  the  past. 
Now  we  will  fight  shoulder  to  shoulder 
beside  our  partners!"  Ever  so  many 
brigades  carried  spades  and  hoes.  "No 
more  starving  women  and  children  under 
an  iron  heel"-^they  seemed  to  say. 

"What  a  pity,"  one  spectator  remarked, 
"that  there  are  more  foreign-born  than 
native  Americans  in  the  parade!" 

"But  no,"  was  the  answer.  "This 
shows  just  where  the  foreign-born  Ameri- 
can stands  in  this  fight.  Now  we  know 
where  we  are  at.  I  have  for  the  first 
time  no  fear  for  America  now  in  this 
war!" 

It   need    scarcely   be    told   that   "The 


Wake-Up  America  Day"  has  reacted  in 
increased  enlistments  for  both  Army  and 
Navy.  Curiously  enough,  the  Middle 
West,  which  was  suspected  of  indifference 
if  not  pro-Germanism,  has  led  with 
larger  enlistments  than  the  Atlantic 
States;  but  the  reason  is  apparent.  The 
Middle  West  is  more  truly  American  than 
the  Atlantic  States.  Also  the  Middle 
West  was  paralyzed  with  fear  of  what  a 
complete  blockade  of  shipping  would 
mean  to  thfe  producers  of  corn,  wheat, 
cotton  and  beef.  Then,  the  greatest  muni- 
tion factories  are  situated  in  the  East; 
and  the  plan  has  been  to  discourage  men 
leaving  factory  or  farm  for  the  Army. 

The  question  may  be  asked — with  the 
American  regular  army  less  than  100,000 
strong  and  the  State  Volunteers  mere 
amateurs,  who  or  what  is  to  train  an 
army  of  a  million-and-a-quarter  men? 
The  plan  at  time  of  writing  is  to  draft 
some  three  thousand  to  five  thousand 
Continued  on  page  79. 


The  Herald  Angel 

Another  "Andy  Doolin"  Story 

By  Hopkins  Moorhouse 

Who   ivrote   "The   Centre   of  Gravity,"   etc. 
Illusfrated  by    Arthur  Heming 


T 


,HIS  is  me  talkin',  Andy  Reelin, 
wunst  owner  of  the  Silver  Dollai' 
an'  dispenser  of  spiritual  comfort 
in  them  old  days  when  the  spirit  wasn't 
weak  an'  everybody  was  willin'  to  line  up 
an'  quench  their  burning  thirst  an'  think 
nothin'  of  it.  An'  the  little  minin'  camp 
where  yours  truly  was  livin'  an'  movin' 
and  havin'  his  bein'  when  these  here 
events  was  transpirin'  was  known  all 
through  the  Slocan  country  an'  we  calls 
it  Clover  Bar  here  an'  now,  which  same 
wasn't  its  right  name  but  is  sufficient  unto 
the  day  an'  the  evil  thereof  an'  the  rela- 
tin'  of  events  aforesaid. 

An'  the  remark  which  I  rises  to  make 
an'  with  which  I  opens  is  this:  The  older 
1  gets  the  more  I  sure  stands  amazed  com- 
plete by  the  fool  plays  o'  Youth  sittin'  in 
at  the  Game  o'  Love.  Talk  about  buckin' 
the  tiger  or  drawin'  Ave  cards  or  the 
ceilin'  bein'  the  only  deck  in  the  limit! 
I've  seen  some  high  play  in  my  time,  but 
nothin'  like  this  Love  layout  for  bettin' 
"both  ends  against  the  middle  an'  windin' 
-up  on  the  showdown  where  you  aint 
lookin' ! 

They  say  that  little  children  an'  parties 
as  has  gone  locoed  plumb  are  guarded  by 
angels;  I  proceeds  to  extend  same  to  fool 
'chechakos  from  the  Far  East.  This  here 
B.  Birks  aint  lookin'  much  like  an  editor 
-when  he  hits  camp,  bein'  covered  with 
terry  fintma  plain  dirt  'stead  of  ink.  His 
whiskers  looks  like  September  in  the 
wheatfields.  He  has  been  layin'  by  the 
wayside,  unprotected  from  the  elements, 
till  he's  all  shrunk  an'  wrinkled  an' 
smeared  an'  burred  up  an'  his  boots  has 
gave  out  complete.  For  a  piece  o'  lite- 
rachoor  he's  sure  dog-eared  an'  tore  an' 
thumbed  up  worse'n  any  book  o'  travels 
1  ever  seen. 

BUT  HE'S  sure  cheerful.  He  comes 
moochin'  into  camp  'bout  sundown, 
which  same  is  light-up  in  Clover  Bar,  an' 
as  is  most  natural  he  gravitates  into  the 
Silver  Dollar  just  as  things  is  beginnin'  to 
show  the  faint  stirrin'  of  returnin'  con- 
sciousness. He  don't  lose  no  time  but 
climbs  up  on  a  box  an'  holds  up  one  hand 
for  silence,  which  same  falls  sudden  an' 
deep. 

"Gentlemen,"  he  leads,  "gaze  this  v^ay, 
one  an'  all.  Behold  B.  Birks,  who  has 
just  arrived  in  your  midst,  an'  hark  ye. 
You  are  now  privileged  to  welcome  to 
your  fair  city  the  herald  angel  of  the 
advancin'  tide  of  emigration.  I  holds  in 
the  hollow  o'  my  hand  the  glorious  destiny 
o'  this  here  future  queen  city  o'  the  moun- 
tains. I've  a  wonderful  announcement 
to  make  to  you  citizens  here  assembled, 
one  that  is  goin'  to  pave  your  streets 
with  dollars  an'  elevate  this  here  commu- 
nity to  a  front  seat  on  the  Golden  Chariot 
o*  prosperity.  But  'fore  I  goes  any 
further  I  humbly  draws  attention  to  the 
fact  that   I'm  havin'   difficulty  in   usin' 


my  tongue,  the  which  has  been  in  the 
flj-v.-farming  belt  for  so  long  that  it's  all 
sWole  Hp=-.'"  ^^'  ^^  chokes  an'  swallers 
an'  gulps  an'  loo^?  so  longin'  at  me  that 
I  just  waves  my  arm  reckless  an  opens 
np  the  sluice  gates  fof  pvoul^^  ^"°  '^°}^' 
plete  irrigation.  An'  the  boys  8^7^™°'^ 
over  each  other  gettin'  down  the  twazun..;? 
to  buy  that  poor,  delapidated  herald  o' 
civilization  enough  drinks  to  float  him 
loose  from  the  sand-bars  of  abstinence. 

When  we  gits  him  oiled  up  finally  an' 
working  smooth,  we  discovers  he's  an 
editor  an'  is  goin'  to  start  a  paper  in 
Clover  Bar  an'  boost  this  here  camp 
on  to  the  map  good  an'  proper.  An'  in 
five  minutes  this  tattered  page  from  the 
Book  o'  Knowledge  has  a  hat  full  of 
capital,  bein'  subscriptions  in  advance  for 
"The  Clover-Bar  Booster,"  the  same  to 
be  printed  an'  published  in  two  weeks' 
time  and  from  then  on  intermittent.  An' 
the  whole  camp  takes  to  celebratin'  the 
event  an'  things  gits  hilarious  an'  pokes 
was  never  looser  in  Clover  Bar,  the  same 
bein'  due  to  the  pitchers  o'  wealth  bein' 
painted  by  this  here  enthusiastic  splinter 
from  the  Seat  o'  Learnin'. 

AN'  then  right  in  the  middle  o'  this 
rainbow  evenin'  this  B.  Birks  sud- 
clouds  up  an'  starts  thunderin'  an'  light- 
nin'  an'  comes  down  on  Big  Bart  Sproat  in 
big  cold  flakes.  This  feller  Sproat  was  a 
no-account  mule-skinner  as  couldn't  carry 
a  respectable  load  o'  licker  without  curd- 
lin'  for  trouble.  Bein'  cruel  natural,  the 
big  hulk  steps  on  a  little  mongrel  puppy- 
dog's  tail  an'  said  pup  settin'  up  a  ki-yi, 
Jenkin  proceeds  to  cut  off  said  tail  with 
his  sheath-knife,  thinkin'  same  is  the 
plumb  funniest  form  of  amusement  he 
ever  runs  acrost. 

B.  Birks  is  standin'  on  a  table,  har- 
rangin'  the  crowd,  when  he  seen  through 
the  window  what  is  transpirin'  ontside  the 
Silver  Dollar.  He  stops  sudden,  jumps 
over  the  heads  of  them  surroundin'  him, 
ducks  outside,  slips  up  beside  Jenkin, 
picks  gun  from  said  Jenkin's  holster  an' 
tosses  same  into  the  street,  then  goes 
around  in  front  an'  pastes  him  atween  the 
eyes. 

Jenkin  picks  hisself  up  in  surprise, 
takes  one  look  at  B.  Birks,  notes  size  of 
said  party,  then  bellows  like  a  bull  an' 
comes  chargin'  with  his  knife  in  the  air. 
B.  Birks  grabs  descendin'  wrist,  twists 
quick  to  one  side  an'  hips  assailant  clean 
over  his  head,  knockin'  wind  out  of  him 
complete.     Which  ends  fight  for  Jenkin. 

So  the  boys  knew  B.  Birks  was  all 
right  an'  they  welcomes  him  permanent  to 
Clover  Bar.  An'  when  he's  got  the  way- 
side dust  of  o'  his  hair  an'  a  clean  flannel 
shirt  on  he  sure  looks  some  respectable 
for  an  editor.  An'  he  makes  good  on  that 
subscription  lucre,  too;  for  he  goes  down 
the  line  somewheres  an  picks  up  a  printin' 
outfit  an'  packs  same  into  damp. 


t^::^ 


Andy  DooH'^- 


"She's  on'y  an  old  Washin'tori  beliy- 
puncher  a  long  ways  from  home,  Andy," 
he  admits  when  he  seen  me  eyin'  same, 
"but  she'll  print,  doggone  her!  She'll 
say  things,  darn  her  old  black  heart!" 
An'  he  pats  her  affectionate,  identical  as 
if  he  was  just  in  from  the  timber  line  an' 
she  was  his  pet  cayuse. 

AN'  darned  if  she  didn't.  The  citizens 
donates  him  a  tumbledown  shack  an' 
he  tinkers  around  for  a  while  an'  he  gets 
hold  o'  Jake  Bellamy's  kid  to  help  him  an' 
in  a  couple  o'  weeks  out  comes  the 
first  issue  of  The  Clover  Bar  Booster,  an' 
some  of  the  boys  rides  off  an'  circulates 
same  in  every  darned  camp  up  an'  down 
the  line  an'  Clover  Bar  whoops  her  up 
proper  an'  fit. 

An'  when  I  sees  how  B.  Birks  is  doin' 
good  unto  Bellamy's  poor  little  kid, 
teachin'  him  not  to  swear  so  hard  an' 
layin'  the  foundation  of  a  future  career 
along  the  wide  smooth  white  road  o'  jour- 
nalistic independence  an'  printin'  machine 
tecknik — when  I  sees  that  I  falls  in  love 
complete  with  the  red-cheeked,  grinning 
son-of-a-gun ;  for  I  sure  knows  he's  white. 
It's  what  I've  been  layin'  out  to  do  for 
that  kid  myself,  him  bein'  named  "Hell" 
for  his  plumb  cussedness  .  n'  havin'  no 
home,  an'  Bellamy  bein'  nothin'  but  a 
drunken  old  bum  of  a — 

But  I'm  sort  o'  diamond-hitched,  roped 
an'  tied  by  the  fact  that  said  Bellamy 
runs  the  rival  booze  emporium  in  Clover  \ 
Bar  an'  I  got  to  keep  my  eye  peeled 
that  the  boys  aint  accusin'  me  of  profes- 
sional jealousy  in  what  I  says  an'  does  '; 
regarding  this  same  Bellamy,  his  saloon, 
his  kid  an'  everythin'  that's  his.  But  \ 
I  ain't  bein'  prevented  from  thinkin'  ] 
a  lot  o'  reflectin'  thoughts;  for  along- 
side the  Silver  Dollar  this  here  sink-hole 
dive  Jake  Bellamy's  conductin'  aint  stack- 
in'  up  two-bits.  I  knows  a  lot  o'  things 
goin'  on  down  there  among  the  ruffles  o' 
recklessness,  an'  I  records  here  an'  now  as 
how  the  Silver  Dollar  is  a  clean  an'  above- 
board  boozerine  parlor  an'  I  aint  standin' 
for  no  rough  joint  where  a  gentleman  aint 
gettin'  a  square  run  for  his  money.  Ast 
any  o'  the  boys  what's  what  about  Andy 
Doolin  an'  the  Silver  Dollar.  Then  ast 
'em  what  they  knows  about  Jake  Bellamy 


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an'  the   Bueket-o'-Blood — that's  what  he 
calls  his  saloon ! 

Well,  as  I's  sayin',  I  sure  takes  a  fancy 
to  B.  Birks  an'  helps  him  every  chanst  I 
get,  boostin'  the  Booster  pickin'  up 
the  odd  subscriber  an'  givin'  him  a  paid 
advertisment  of  the  Silver  Dollar,  the 
which  aint  needin'  same  so't  you  could 
notice.  An'  B.  Birks  takes  to  comin'  over 
to  my  place  for  tips  on  his  editin'  an'  so 
forth  an'  we  gets  confidential  entire. 

WHICH  is  how  I  gets  the  real  facts 
on  what  happened  subsequent  after 
the  perfect  little  greenhorn  blew  into 
camp.  She  gets  off  the  train  down 
to  the  Landin',  floats  up  the  lake  with 
a  fisherman  an'  teams  into  camp  on  a  ore 
wagon,  trunks  an'  band-boxes  an'  valises 
entact.  She's  dressed  in  black  with  a  big 
hat  pn  top  of  her  fluffy,  doll's  hair  an" 
she  has  a  veil  tied  over  the  hat  an'  down 
under  her  chin  with  a  big  bow  of  it  on  one 
side.  An'  she's  got  a  tiny  red  bud  of  ;i 
mouth  poutin'  for  attention  an'  big,  round 
innocent  eyes  an' —  Say,  she's  sure  the 
Little  Lilly  from  Lollapalooza!  She's  a 
Sweet  Whiff  o'  Nature  blowin'  across  th^ 
Pink  Perfume  o'  Midnight  Delusion .' 
She's  the  Dainty  Flower  bloomin'  frag- 
rant on  the  desert  air ! 

But  she  aint  blushin'  unseen.  A  bunch 
o'  the  boys  is  standin'  around  when  she 
lights  an'  their  feet  is  glued  an'  their 
eyes  is  glued  an'  their  tongues  is  glued, 
till  she  must  've  mistook  'em  for  wooden 
outposts  o'  civilization.  She'd  ambushed 
the  whole  camp;  for  even  old  Sim  Wilson, 
as  disseminates  the  mail  at  Clover  Bar. 
aint  knowin'  a  thing  about  her  advent  on 
the  scene.  Then,  while  everybody's  won- 
derin'  who'n  blazes  she  is  an'  where'n 
thunder  she's  headin',  along  comes  old 
man  Ford.  He  walks  right  up  to  her,  says 
somethin'  an'  she  pecks  him  a  kiss  under- 
neath his  eye  where  the  whiskers  was 
least  an'  off  they  goes,  leavin'  her  baggage 
to  follow  when  the  boys  gets  through 
fightin'  to  see  who's  goin'  to  tote  same. 

Old  man  Ford's  a  broken-down  miner 
what's  livin'  in  a  shack  on  the  oQtskirts 
of  Clover  Bar.  Seems  this  girl's  his 
grand  niece  or  somethin'  an'  her  aunt 
havin'  cashed  in,  she  aint  got  nobody  to 
look  after  her  in  the  East  any  more;  so 
she  arrives  West  as  aforesaid.  We  wasn't 
much  of  a  surroundin'  at  Clover  Bar  for 
a  lonesome  fairy  from  the  Cent-Belt.  But 
she  ain't  whimperin'  any,  bein'  game  in- 
ternal even  if  she  was  kind  o'  awe-inspir- 
in'  an'  sacred  lookin',  approachin'  from 
the  public  highway. 

An'  'bout  the  only  galoot  in  camp  as 
ain't  knowin'  all  about  this  here  event 
comin'  to  pass  is  B.  Birks,  who  is  off  up 
to  Sanderson,  pickin'  up  noos  as  was  mere 
float  compared  to  this  here  main  strike 
in  camp. 

IL 

UP  along  the  mountain  about  a  mile 
from  Clover  Bar,  there's  a  gulch 
wind?  off  from  the  valley  an'  twists  back 
into  the  hills  till  it  gets  lost  an'  mangled 
among  the  teeth  o'  the  peaks.  There's  a 
brook  tinklin'  down  like  music  over  the 
granite  droppin's  of  a  thousand  years  an' 
playin'  hide-'n-seek  with  deadwood  an' 
rock  rubble  in  the  gorge  below.  High  up 
on  the  ledges  there's  some  cedars  cling- 
in'  an'  around  the  second  turn  there's  a 
reg'lar  grove  where  pine-needles  an'  fal- 
len cone-husks  lays  deep  an'  fragrant. 
Here's  where  a  pair  o'  jays  has  built  their 
nest  an'  here's  where  this  new  girl  ad- 


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The  girl  peeks  out  cautious  an'  sees  the  feller 
glipjnn'    an'    slidin'    around    the    nearest    turn. 


junct  takes  to  wanderin'  with  a  book  or 
her  do-dad  fancy  knittin'  an'  for  near  a 
week  nobody's  disturbed  the  secluded  quiet 
o'  Nature's  readin'-room. 

Then  one  mornin'  she  ain't  no  mor'n 
got  herself  indented  comfortable  than 
she  hears  some  noisy  whistlin'  jarrin'  the 
silence  an'  scarin'  her  bad  for  a  minute. 
The  whistlin'  stops  an'  singin'  starts  an' 
the  intruder  sure  can  warble  'em  up  an' 
down  an'  across  sideways,  though  the 
words  is  plumb  foolish,  like  this: 

The  little  birds  is  restin' 
In  their  little  downy  nest; 

There's  feathers  on  the  tails  o'  them 
An'  feathers  on  their  breast. 

The  girl  peeks  out  cautious  an'  sees  the 
feller  slippin'  an'  slidin'  around  the  near- 
est turn  an'  as  she's  watchin'  he  sudden 
misses  his  foot  an'  rolls  off  a  rock  into 
the  crick  for  a  duckin'.  He's  got  a  fishin' 
outfit  strapped  to  his  back  an'  a  whippy 
lookin'   fishin'-pole,   the   which   snaps  off 


at  one  o'  the  joints  an'  sure  danderizes 
the  party. 

"Dogonnit!"  he  exasperates.  "Darn 
the  luck!"  an'  he  swings  the  basket  off 
his  back  an'  slams  her  down  pretty  mad; 
so't  the  lid  comes  off  an'  out  rolls  what 
looks  like  a  lunch  wrapped  up,  which  same 
makes  for  the  water  same  as  it  was  duck 
sandwiches.  Party  grabs  it,  climbs  out 
o'  the  wet  an'  sudden  starts  laughin'  to 
beat  four  of  a  kind. 

THAT  makes  the  girl  giggle  an'  she 
ain't  so  scared.  His  back's  to  her 
while  he's  fixin'  his  busted  fishm'  pole 
an'  taint  till  he's  singin'  again  an'  headin' 
right  into  the  jack  pine  grove  that  she 
gets  a  look  at  his  face  an'  her  own  turns 
white. 

"Kitty!"  amazes  B.  Birks,  it  bein'  the 
identical  same  party.  "Great  Bon-Bon ! 
Where'd  you  come  from?  How'd  you  get 
here?  Oh,  you  cute  little  — !"  An'  the 
darn  fool  drops  his  fishin'  outfit,  lets  out 


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Presently  he  thinkn  he  sees  his  chanst  an'  jumps  to  his 
feet  for  a   sure  shot.       Girl  shuts   her   eyes   an'   fires. 


a  whoop  an'  jumps  for  her  with  both  arms 
yawnin'  an'  yearnin'  for  her. 

But  she's  standin'  by  to  repel  boarders, 
y'understand.  She  has  her  skirts  close- 
reefed  in  one  hand,  ready  to  scud  before 
the  gale.  She's  little  Miss  Porcupine,  all 
drawn  up  surroundin'  herself.  So't  B. 
Birks  passes  behind  a  cloud  an'  every- 
thin's  sudden  shadow. 

"How — how  are  you,  anyway,  Kit — 
Miss  Johnson?"  he  stumbles. 

"I  am  very  well,  Mr.  Birks,  thank 
you,"  she  steps  out,  precise. 

"Aw,  Kitty!"  he  coaxes.  "Let  the  dead 
past  buy  its  dead,"  he  says.  "I  took  you 
at  your  word,  didn't  I?  I  come  'way  out 
here  to  the  forsakenest  hole  I  could  find 
on  purpose  to  try  an'  forget  all  about 
you,  didn't  I?  But  it  ain't  no  use,"  he 
adds,  ungrammatic.  "It  ain't  no — "  He 
sees  the  girl's  foot,  tappin'  impatient. 

"I  believe  you  are  goin'  fishin',  Mr. 
Birks,"  she  sayd,  significant. 

"Well,  yes,"  admits  B.  Birks.  "I  was; 
but  I  ain't.  Sayin'  which  he  slips  fish  bas- 
ket off  his  shoulder  an'  sits  down  deliber- 
ate. The  girl's  starin'  long,  sharp,  bowie 
knives  an'  her  head  is  up. 

"Must  I  make  my  meanin'  clearer?" 
she  demands,  haughty.  "Leave  me  to 
wunst!" 

"I  ain't  goin'  to  do  it,"  says  B.  Birks, 
frank  an'  open.  "You're  all  alone  here  an' 
y'oughtn't  to  be.    You  got  to  go  home." 

THIS  here  Miss  Johnson's  already 
made  up  her  mind  to  do  that  very 
thing,  y'understand;  but  bein'  a  female, 
she  now  sits  down— squats  right  there, 
preparin'  to  die  afore  she'll  budge  from 
them  environs. 

"You  got  to  go  home,"  irritates  B. 
Birks.  "I'm  goin'  to  trail  along  to  see  't 
you  get  back  to  Mr.  Ford's  place  safe  an' 


don't  forget  there's  such  a  thing  as  me 
havin'  my  reasons.  Miss  Johnson." 

She's  some  scornful. 

"No  gentleman  can  have  reasons  suffi- 
cient for  actin'  as  you  are  actin',  Mr. 
Birks,"  she  sayd,  with  the  self-poisinin' 
manner  o'  the  purlieus  o'  Eastern  sas- 
siety. 

"P'raps  you  ain't  heerd  as  there's  been 
some  tough  parties  operatin'  in  this  here 
neighborhood,"  he  retorts,  leadin'  trump. 

The  girl  just  sifts  pine  needles  through 
her  fingers  an'  contributes  a  two-spot 
laugh. 

"I  got  good  reason  to  believe  some  o' 
the  gang's  hangin'  round  here  yet." 

"An'  you,  •want  me*  to  get  scared — is 
that  it?" 

"  'Taint  a  question  o'  that;  it's  a  ques- 
tion o'  sense.  This  ain't  Queen's  Park, 
Kitty.  I  tell  you,  you  got  to  go  home  or 
else  let  me  be  your  chaparound." 

When  B.  Birks  sayd  that  Miss  Johnson 
busts  into  flame.  An'  all  the  time  she's 
cuttin'  loose  on  him,  B.  Birks  stands  there 
admirin'  an'  smilin',  an'  when  she  finishes 
she  refuses  positive  to  go  home  till  she 
gets  good  an'  ready. 

He  seen  she  was  tip-toin'  along  the  edge 
o'  tears;  so  he  just  says:  "Alright,  little 
girl.    We  knows  now  where  we're  at." 

He  picks  up  his  fishing  outfit  an'  goes 
off  to  sit  down  on  a  flat  shelf  o'  rock  an' 
smoke  his  pipe  till  she's  ready  to  move. 
An'  there  they  was  all  mornin'  an'  most 
o'l  the  afternoon — her  readin'  her  book 
upside  down  an'  him  smokin'  or  pretend- 
in'  to  sleep  out  in  the  hot  sun. 

FINAL  the  girl  thinks  he's  really  asleep 
under  his  big  hat  an'  she  thinks  it'll 
be  the  right  play  for  her  to  skip  off  an' 
leave  him  there  to  bake.  So  she  picks  up 
her  knittin'  an'  her  book  an'  proceeds  to 
sneak  away  noiseless.    She  gets  out  o'  the 


grove  an'  clean 
down  to  the  first 
turn  in  the  trail 
without  dislodgin' 
any  stones  an'  she's 
congratulatin'  her- 
self as  she's  round- 
in'  the  second  turn. 
Then  at  the  mouth 
o'  the  ravine  she 
looks  back  —  an' 
there's  B.  Birks, 
walkin'  cool  into 
sight,  smokin'  his 
pipe  an'  wavin'  his 
hat,  which  same 
sends  her  dartin' 
for  home,  burnin' 
up  with  outraged 
feelin'.  There's  a 
little  trail  zig-zag- 
gagin'  off  to  Ford's 
shack  an'  she  stops 
here  an'  waits  for 
him  to  come  up. 

"You  will  at  least 
leave  me  here?"  she 
asks  like  ice.  "Or 
p'raps  you're  ex- 
pectin'  me  to  invite 
you  into  the  house 
for  dinner?" 

"That'd  be 
great,"  he  ventures, 
wistful.  "I  on'y  did 
what  I  thought  was 
right,    Kitty." 

"Remember  w  e 
are  strangers  still 
an'  forever,"  she  sayd,  conclusive.  "Don't 
you  ever  speak  to  me  again !  I  thanks  you 
for  spoilin'  what  would  have  been  a  very 
pleasant  mornin',"  says  she. 

"Oh,  that's  alright,"  blurts  the  darn 
fool.  "The  pleasure's  all  mine,  I  assures 
you."  An'  the  girl's  gone  afore  he  wakes 
up  to  the  fact  that  he's  printin'  upside 
down. 

An'  that  night  when  B.  Birks  crawls 
under  his  patchwork  quilt  he's  still  kickin' 
hisself  mental.  He  lays  there  with  the 
moonlight  spillin'  in  across  the  bunk  onto 
the  floor  an'  he's  sure  wanderin'  far  down 
the  Dead  Past's  Vista,  rustlin'  the  faded 
rose  leaves  o'  Love. 

AN  d'you  know  all  he'd  done  'way  back 
East  to  start  this  fuss  with  this 
here  Johnson  filly?  They  was  out  drivin' 
one  night,  him  havin'  it  in  mind  to  spark 
this  girl  up  to  the  altar,  an'  nestle  down 
inside  the  noose.  But  he  ain't  said  no- 
thin'  yet,  playin'  circumspect  entire.  Then 
this  night  out  drivin' — the  moon's  shinin' 
an'  the  girl's  lookin'  so  doggone  fascina- 
tin' — his  upper  stope  gets  oreyied  with 
moonlight  an'  he  leans  over  an'  gives  her 
a  little  kiss  just  back  o'  the  ear  where  a 
little  curl  tickles  his  nose  when  he  does  it. 

That's  what  the  sin-smitteh  son  o'  Sa- 
tan done!  An'  this  here  Skitty  Johnson 
takes  it  as  the  most  insultin'  smash-up  o' 
her  trust  in  B.  Birks  an'  she  ain't  speak- 
in'  to  him  no  more  all  the  way  home,  an' 
when  they  gets  to  her  aunt's  hangout  she 
parts  from  him  permanent.  An'  he  ain't 
able  to  glue  the  lovin'  cup  together  again 
no  matter  what  he  says  or  does.  The 
Banjo  o'  Betrothal  is  sure  busted  in  every 
string  an'  them  two  hearts  is  beatin' 
sep'rate  an'  them  two  souls  is  thinkin' 
about  a  million  thoughts  apiece. 

It's  about  a  week  later  that  yours  truly 
is   sitting   out   on   the   warm   planks   in 


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front  of  the  Silver  Dollar,  with  Jimmy 
lookin'  after  things  inside,  an'  all  I'm 
doin'  is  absorbin'  sunshine  an'  splinterin' 
"A.  D."  with  a  new  knife  I'd  got  when  I 
seen  four  horsemen  lopin'  into  camp. 
They  belongs  to  a  cow-punchin'  outfit  as 
drifted  into  the  upper  valley  country  an' 
one  bucko  I  knows,  bein'  a  loud-mouthed, 
swaggerin'  leather-puller,  name  o'  Mitch 
Dake,  the  which  I  aint  got  much  use  for. 

I  nods  to  'em  curt  as  they  rides  by, 
headin'  for  Bellamy's  joint,  this  here 
Dake  party  bein'  a  partic'lar  friend  o' 
.Jake's.  It's  one  o'  them  sleepy  after- 
noons with  the  sun  glarin'  down  steady 
on  the  the  valley  slopes  an'  sparklin'  on 
water  an'  tin  cans  an'  glitterin'  on  busted 
bottles  an'  the  like. 

A  girl  turns  into  Main  Street  from  the 
trail  somewheres  an'  I  sees  it's  this  here 
Miss  Johnson  from  over  to  Ford's.  She's 
walkiti'  easy  an'  light  an'  carryin'  some 
letters  to  hand  over  to  Sim  Wilson.  She 
goes  inside  the  post-office. 

The  four  bronks,  all  covered  with  dust, 
is  standin'  in  front  o'  Jake's,  heads  droop- 
in'.  Chet  Fraser  ambles  along  with  a 
pail,  says  "Howdy"  an'  goes  into  the 
Silver  Dollar.  Down  to,  Bellamy's  I  hears 
the  four  punchers  laughin'  loud  an'  get- 
tin'  noisy,  buyin'  drinks  for  a  lot  o'  loafers 
as  is  always  hangin'  around  that  joint. 

Then  I  sees  young  "Hell,"  Bellamy's 
kid,  comin'  from  the  Booster  office,  fol- 
lered  by  a  white  dog  with  a  lump  on  the 
end  o'  his  tail,  bein'  the  same  Bart  Jenkin 
had  been  abusin' — same  dog,  same  tail. 
The  pup's  been  adopted  by  the  kid,  there 
bein'a  sort  o'  feller  sympathy  atween  'em 
'cause  they's  both  homeless,  an'  some  o' 
the  boys  prompt  has  named  the  dog 
"Damnation."  An'  they  sure  makes  a 
fine  team  to  have  cavortin'  around  a  noos- 
paper  layout! 

But  the  kid  aint  doin'  no  worryin'  over 
public  opinion.  His  face  is  all  smeared 
up  with  ink  an'  his  cotton  shirt  is  daubed 
with  same;  but  he's  havin'  his  heaven 
right  here  an'  now  an'  he's  whistlin'  at 
full  pucker  —  no  partic'lar  tune,  just 
whistle.  The  kid's  just  passed  his  old 
man's  place  when  out  jostles  the  four 
punchers,  laughin'  boist'rous  an'  wipin' 
their  mouths  on  their  shirt-sleeves. 

"By  Hen!"  swears  Dake.  "If  ther' 
aint  a  dawg!  Drinks  is  on  me,  boys,  if 
I  can't  knock  that  ther'  knob  off  fust 
crack.    Eh?    The  hell  I  can't!" 

His  hand  drops  swift  to  his  hip  an'  he 
fires  as  he  draws.  Simultaneous  with  the 
report  there's  a  sharp  yell  an'  Damnation 
whirls  an'  bites  at  the  sting.  Just  as  he's 
doin'  so  the  gun  goes  off  again  an'  the  dog 
rolls  over,  his  four  legs  stickin'  straight 
up  in  the  air;  they  twitches  convulsive, 
then  sinks  quiverin'  to  the  dust. 

THE  shots  wakens  the  whole  camp.  A 
crowd  comes  tumblin'  out  o'  both 
saloons  an'  the  shopkeepers  leaves  their 
counters,    follerin'    their   customers    into 


the  street  an'  joinin'  the  on-lookers  that 
has  gathered  around  the  dead  dog  an'  the 
sobbin'  kid  what  owned  it.  Some  tries 
to  comfort  him;  but  'taint  no  use  an' 
soon  Jake  comes  out,  grabs  him  by  the 
ear  an'  marches  him  inside  as  if  he'd 
done  somethin'  he'd  ought  to  be  'shamed 
of. 

Dake  an'  his  friends  stands  around,  dis- 
cussin'  the  shot  an'  everybody  gets  so  in- 
terested they  aint  noticin'  the  girl  as  is 
walkin'  straight  across  from  the  post- 
office.  They  aint  seein'  her  till  she's 
right  clost  up  an'  then  they  notes  that  her 
cheeks  is  pink  an'  her  eyes  snappin'  with 
anger.  I  gets  up  myself  an'  dusts  off  the 
splinters  an'  ambles  on  down  in  the  gen- 
eral direction;  for  yours  truly  aint  none 
too  sure  but  Old  Man  Trouble  is  loomin' 
in  the  foreground. 

Miss  Johnson  walks  right  up  to  the 
four  punchers  who  has  turned  in  grinnin' 
wonder. 

"Which  one  o'  you  done  that?"  she  de- 
mands, pointin'  at  the  dog. 

Dake  winks  at  his  friends,  the  same 
snickerin'  audible.  Then  he  steps  forth 
an'  doffs  his  Stetson,  bowin'  exaggerated 
an'  grinnin'  till  his  yeller  teeth  is  bared. 

"Please,  ma'am,  I  done  it,"  he  whines, 
mockin'  an'  twistin'  his  hat,  playin'  he's 
a  school  kid,  scared  cold,  at  which  the 
three  remainin'  pardners  guffaws  aloud. 
Nobody  else  aint  laughin'  none,  I  notice; 
good  women  is  scarce  in  Clover  Bar. 

"Oh  !"  says  Miss  Johnson,  mimickin'  his 
tone.  "You  done  it,  eh?  You're  the  brave 
man  as  shot  the  mad  dog  an'  saved  us  all 
from  hyderophobia!" 

Dake  stares.  His  eyes  roves  uncertain 
to  the  dog  an'  comes  back  to  her  face  more 
uncertain  still.  I  seen  Chet  Fraser  grin- 
nin' an'  I  grins  myself  an'  he  winks  back 
at  me. 

"The  dawg  warn't  mad,  ma'am,"  Dake 
sayd. 

"No?  Not  mad?  Then  what  did  you 
kill  it  for?" 

"It  war  an  almighty  good  shot,"  says 
Dake,  kind  o'  proud.  "I'll  leave  it  to  the 
boys  if  it  warn't  a  good  shot."  He's  eyin' 
the  girl  careful.  This  here  conversation's 
gettin'  away  from  him  an'  he  aint  sure 
whether  he  ought  to  draw  for  a  flush  or 
a  full  house. 

The  girl  turns  to  the  crowd. 

"You  hear  what  he  says,"  she  states 
contemptuous.  "It  was  a  good  shot!  He 
killed  that  poor  little  dog  there  because  it 
was  a  good  shot !  There's  the  big  coward 
who  kills  harmless  little  dogs  because  it's 
a  good  shot!  Take  a  good  look  at  him 
everybody.  It  aint  often  you  gets  a 
chance  to  see  such  a  brave  man  an'  such  a 
good  shooter!" 

It's  the  crowd's  turn  to  laugh.  The 
girl  pales,  sudden  realizin'  the  number 
o'  eyes  as  is  lookin'  at  her.  But  she  turns 
quick  on  Dake  an'  points  her  finger  at 
him,  the  which  he  gazes  at  some  fascin- 
ated. 


"Shame  on  you!"  she  sayd.  "You 
ought  to  be  horsewhipped  until  you  can't 
stand  up!  You  ought  to  be  arrested  an' 
put  in  jail!  An'  if  you  aint  watchin'  out 
pretty  clost,  that's  where  you'll  end,  Mr. 
— Mister  Dog-Killer!" 

WITH  that  she  turns  on  her  heel, 
cheeks  flamin'  with  modesty,  an' 
tossin'  her  head,  she  walks  away  rapid 
towards  home. 

Dake  stands  starin'  after  her,  his 
mouth  open.  Somebody  laughs.  Chet 
Fraser  hooks  his  arm  in  mine  an'  we 
meanders,  chucklin'.  The  loafers  piles 
back  into  the  saloon;  but  still  Dake 
stands  there,  watchin'  the  girl,  the 
which  I  aint  likin'  none  too  much. 

One  o'  his  friends  touches  him  on  the 
elbow. 

"Jolt's  on  us,  Mitch.  Have  one  on  the 
dawg." 

"Cuss  the  cussedy-cussed  dawg!"  he 
growls,  bustlinj  'em  in  front  of  him  into 
Bellamy's.  "The  drinks  is  on  me,  boys," 
he  yells.  "Line  up  an'  name  the  p'isin. 
Here's  to  that  spry  young  heifer  an' 
damned  if  she  aint  a  beaut!" 

They  drinks  that  toast,  noisy,  four 
times.  Outside  in  the  street  the  carcase 
o'  the  dog  lays  white  in  the  sun. 


IV. 

<'T*AINT  long  'fore  B.  Birks  knows  all 
A  about  the  thing.  I  goes  down  an' 
tells  him  myself,  knowin'  he'll  hear  about 
it  plenty  an'  wantin'  to  warn  him  about 
this  here  Dake  party's  special  ponderosi- 
ties when  he's  tanked  up  sufficient.  But 
B.  Birks  aint  agitatin'  none  when  J 
spreads  out  the  cards. 

"Everythin's  movin'  along  fine,  Andy," 
he  smiles  at  me  quiet  an'  the  darn  fool 
actually  looks  happy.  But  I  aint  sur- 
misin'  his  play.  How  could  I,  him  bein' 
from  the  East  so  recent  an'  me  havin' 
been  West  so  long?  As  I  sayd  afore,  the 
older  I  gets  the  more  I  sure  stands 
amazed  complete  by  the  fool  plays  o' 
Youth  sittin'  in  at  this  here  Game  o'  Love! 
Dake  an'  his  friends  hits  the  Silver 
Dollar  in  the  course  o'  the  evenin'  an'  I 
aint  feelin'  none  too  cordial,  me  bein' 
plumb  jealous  o'  tarnishin'  said  empor- 
ium's reputation  with  a  spill  o'  trouble. 
But  that  aint  preventin'  me  slippin'  out 
a  pair  o'  '45's  back  o'  the  bar  where 
they're  handy  when  I  seen  B.  Birks  push 
inside,  me  thinkin'  more  o'  protectin'  the 


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The  Hon.  Billingsgate  Smith  spoke  here  last  night.     Bouquet  pre- 
sented by  Minnie  Simpers,  supposed  to  be  nine  but  tall  for  her  age. 


Putting  the  "Pep"  in  Parliament 

By  H.  F.  Gadsby 


ONCE  upon  a  time  a  smart  reporter 
fixed  it  up  with  his  city  editor  and 
the  re-write  man  to  do  a  political 
campaign  in  a  new  way.  His  plan  might 
be  summed  up  as  thrift  of  production. 
Let  me  tell  you  you  more  about  it,  be- 
cause it  has  a  direct  bearing  on  the 
methods  I  am  about  to  suggest  for  putting 
the  "pep"  in  Parliament. 

He  had  noticed  on  previous  tours,  had 
this  smart  reporter,  that  the  visiting 
statesman  had  two,  or  at  most  three, 
speeches  which  he  delivered  in  regular 
sequence,  only  varying  them  by  fresh  "in- 
troductions," which  provided  the  local 
color,  the  apposite  anecdote,  the  compli- 
ment to  the  resident  member  or  the  party 
candidate,  as  the  case  might  be,  and  what- 
ever backscratching  the  voter  might  need 
in  each  district.  Outside  of  that,  and 
perhaps  a  joke  or  two,  the  speeches  were 
always  the  same,  and  could  have  been 
labelled  Speech  No.  1,  Speech  No.  2, 
Speech  No.  .3,  and  have  been  so  printed  in 
the  daily  papers,  morning  after  morning, 
with  small  chance  of  making  a  mistake. 

Another  thing  the  smart  reporter 
noticed  was  that,  though  the  arguments 
might  be  interchangeable,  among  the 
three  speeches,  they  were  always  the  same 


Illustrated    by    Lou    Skuce 

arguments  and  that  each  argument  had 
its  natural  and  inevitable  come-back  from 
the  other  party-  because,  as  you  know, 
every  question  has  two  sides,  or  ought  to 
have.  If  the  earnest  people  would  let  it 
be  so.  As  there  were  joint  meetings  at 
many  of  the  stopping  places  the  reporter 
had  to  take  account  of  these  come-back 
arguments  in  his  plan  to  save  time,  labor 
and  telegraph  tolls.  So  he  lettered  the 
arguments  on  the  one  side  and  numbered 
them  on  the  other.  This  was  easy  to  do 
after  the  three  speeches  with  their 
answers  had  once  been  reported  in  full. 

Reduced  to  action  his  despatches  read 
something  like  this:  "Jarrett's  Corners, 
June  1. — The  Hon.  Billingsgate  Smith 
spoke  here  last  night  to  an  audience  which 
taxed  Oddfellows'  Hall  to  capacity.  Plat- 
form decorated  with  loyal  bunting  and 
leading  citizens.  Mottoes,  "Beat  Them 
To  It,"  "Let  Smith  Win  the  War,"  "Pink 
Pills  for  Pale  Pacifists."  Addresses  of 
welcome  read  by  William  Bull — notary 
public  and  life  insurance,  three  chins  and 
fluted  neck..  Bouquet  presented  by  Min- 
nie Simpers — thin  legs,  white  stockings — 
supposed  to  be  nine,  but  tall  for  her  age 
— her  father  owns  the  bank  here.  Village 
band    played    "Tipperary,"    "Oh    Death 


Where  is  Thy  Sting-a-ling-a-ling,"  and 
other  popular  airs.  John  Tootle  blew  a 
key  oflf  his  cornet.  Billingsgate  Smith 
said  (here  follows  two  hundred  words  of 
local  introduction).  He  used  Speech  No. 
1,  Arugments  B.  S.  P.  D.  Q.  F.  K.  X.  John 
Bunk,  Opposition  candidate,  lean  person 
with  exposed  teeth  and  ingrowing  con- 
science, countered  with  Arguments  1,  6, 
3,  5,  10,  9.  Bunk  expressed  great  horror 
of  Sam  Hughes  and  the  High  Cost  of  Liv- 
ing. He  also  used  Jokes  1155  and  1189, 
which  you  will  find  in  Humor  Ancient  and 
Modern,  page  126.  Bunk  is  a  poor  joker. 
Both  speakers  waved  the  old  flag.  Smith 
waved  two  old  flags — the  Union  Jack 
for  the  war  and  the  Stars  and  Stripes 
for  free  wheat." 

THUS  in  a  compact  little  synposis  of 
say  five  hundred  words  the  smart  re- 
porter manages  to  convey  as  many  facts 
and  descriptive  touches  as  will  enable 
Jones,  the  re-write  man,  who  has  imagina- 
tion and  a  style  to  produce  two  columns 
of  fresh  reading  matter  which  will  be  free 
from  staleness,  repetition,  overlapping 
and  other  faults  to  which  tired  reporters 
listening  to  the  same  speeches  night  after 
night  are  apt  to  yield.     The  sample  de- 


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spatch  I  make  up  to  date,  but  the  plan 
is  at  least  six  years  old,  and  I  am  told  that 
it  worked  well.  The  newspaper  that  put 
it  in  practice  certainly  had  snappy  ac- 
counts of  the  campaign.  Good  reporting, 
like  good  speaking,  is  always  crisp  and 
salient.  If  you  don't  believe  me  read  the 
story  of  Demetrius,  the  Silversmith,  which 
you  will  find  in  the  New  Testament. 

The  point  I  have  been  laboring  in  my 
little  parable  of  the  Smart  Reporter  is 
that  thrift  of  production  is  what  counts, 
whether  the  speech  be  written  or  spoken. 
Pith  is  another  word  for  it.  Shakespeare 
uttered  the  root  of  the  matter  when  he 
said  that  brevity  is  the  soul  of  wit.  The 
smart  reporter  acted  on  the  same  prin- 
ciple when  he  contrived  a  labor-saving 
device  which  made  for  economy  of  space 
in  the  newspaper  and  economy  of  strain 
on  the  reader. 

THIS  is  what  Parliament  must  come 
to — less  space  in  Hansard  and  more 
place  in  public  opinion.  Long  speeches 
tend  to  narrow  views,  because — well,  be- 
cause long  and  narrow  are  complements 
of  each  other.  Similarly  short  speeches 
tend  to  broad  views.  To  prove  this  you 
have  only  to  look  at  some  of  our  daily 
newspapers,  whose  editorials  are  twice 
as  broad  now  that  they  are  set  double- 
column.  Joking  aside  I  would  say  that 
the  only  way  to  broaden  Parliament  is  to 
shorten  it.  I  would  shorten  it  wherever 
it  can  be  shortened  in  general  and  in 
particular,  in  time  and  space,  in  the  mass 
and  in  the  individual. 

Shorter  sessions,  shorter  speeches  — 
that  is  the  way  to  put  the  "pep"  in  Par- 
liament.    Members  of  Parliament  spend 


far  too  much 
time  at  Ot- 
tawa, losing 
track  of  pub- 
lic opinion  in 
their  own 
little  intri- 
gues. Politics 
becomes  a 
game  instead 
of  a  duty. 
When  the 
member  i  s 
too  long  away 
from  home  he 
loses  touch 
with  what  the 
people  are 
thinking.  He 
mistakes  the 
craft  and 
guile  of  the 
politicians 
who  surround 
him  for  the 
voice  of  the 
people.  A  sad 
delusion  but 
a  very  com- 
mon one  at 
Ottawa,  no- 
toriously the 
worst  place 
i  n  Canada 
from  which 
to  gauge  pub- 
lic sentiment. 
As  far  as 
possible  w  e 
should  see  to 
it   that   Par- 


l^-Y^-^p-J 


Lie-abed  habits,  late  hours,  too  much  food,  too  many  cigars, 
too  little  exercise — what  do  these  spell  but  Bright's  disease? 


They   are    the   junk   heaps 
of  Parliamentary  discussion. 


liament  does  not  come  be- 
tween the  member  and  his 
constituents.  Antaeus,  you 
will  remember,  got  fresh 
strength  to  renew  the  fight 
every  time  he  hit  the  ground. 
The  way  I  read  this  fable 
is  that  Antaeus  was  a  mem- 
ber of  Parliament  who  went 
home  as  often  as  he  could  to 
get  "pep"  from  the  voters. 
If  a  member  of  Parlia- 
ment wants  to  keep  his  ear 
to  the  ground  Ottawa  is  no 
place  to  do  it.  Six  months 
at  Ottawa  and  he  is  deaf 
for  the  rest  of  the  year  to 
anything  but  the  hoarse 
boom  of  partisan  contro- 
versy. An  idea  as  ethereal 
as  public  service  finds  it 
hard  to  pierce  the  crass  at- 
mosphere of  the  capital 
where  the  finest  feelings  of 
the  human  breast  are 
treated  as  counters  in  a 
game.  A  member  of  Parlia- 
ment may  not  know  that  Ot- 
tawa is  blunting  his  best  in- 
stincts and  spoiling  his  flair 
for  public  sentiment,  and  he 
may  not  feel  bad  about  it 
when  you  do  tell  him,  not 
sensing  his  loss  at  the  time, 
but  when  you  point  out  that 
he  is  forgetting  the  voters' 
first  names  and  the  current 
details  of  their  family  his- 
tory, which  are  so  handy 
when  canvassing,  he  is  apt 
to  wake  up  with  a  start  and 
say,  "Lemme  go  back!" 
There  will  be  no  trouble 
about    shortening    up    Par- 


liament so  long  as  we  appeal  to  the 
member  on  his  practical  side.  What 
he  wants  mostly  is  to  be  elected  again, 
and  he  can't  be  that  unless  he  spends 
the  best  part  of  his  time  at  home  tend- 
ing his  fences. 
I 

THERE  is  some  reason  to  hope  that  a 
shorter  Parliament  is  a  blessing  of  the 
near  future.  From  where  I  write  I  can 
see  the  new  Parliament  building  rise 
Phoenix-like  from  its  ashes.  As  a  matter 
of  fact  the  Phoenix  has  her  East  wing 
about  half  done  and  the  rest  of  her  well 
on  the  way.  John  Pearson,  the  architect, 
says  he  will  have  the  roof  on  before  an- 
other snow  flies.  Observe  the  guile  of  this 
man  Pearson.  He  sticks  to  the  Gothic 
because  those  are  his  orders,  and  besides 
the  Gothic  is  very  beautiful.  But  he  makes 
of  it  a  modern  and  amended  Gothic,  with 
groups  of  five  windows  where  only  three 
grew  before.  A  tremendous  access  of 
light!  That  was  the  fault  of  the  old 
building — not  enough  light  and  no  venti- 
lation save  of  opinion.  Well,  Pearson  has 
changed  all  that.  Wherever  light  can  be, 
there  light  is — oceans  of  light — enough 
light  to  flood  the  minds  of  the  back- 
benchers. 

With  a  new  building  and  all  this  new 
light  is  it  too  much  to  ask  for  new,  eco- 
nomical methods  of  running  Parliament? 
Why  should  Parliament  spend  six  months 
at  Ottawa,  as  it  did  before  the  war  cut 
the  chatter  out?  Why  should  it  spend  five 
months  or  even  four  months?  Why  not 
make  it  three  months?  Three  months  is 
plenty  in  all  conscience.  Almost  any 
group  of  men  accustomed  to  big  business 
could  do  the  work  in  three  months  and 
have  days  to  spare. 

To  do  it  they  would  work  according  to 
schedule,   have   their   business   ready   to 


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the  minute  and  cut  out  the  waits.  This 
would  be  a  saving  all  round.  The  members 
would  save  time,  wind,  money,  and  health. 
The  Government  would  save  trouble.  The 
country  would  save  millions  because  the 
practice  of  putting  big  corporation  steals 
over  in  the  last  days  of  a  jaded  Parlia- 
ment would  be  necessarily  eliminated. 
Also  that  other  baneful  practice,  called 
"concurrence,"  by  which  Parliament,  in 
its  dying  moments,  nods  a  feeble  assent 
to  perhaps  a  million  a  minute  would 
perish. 

How  to  bring  about  these  reforms  in 
the  House  of  Commons?  I  say  the  House 
of  Commons  because  the  Senate  waits  on 
the  Commons'  pleasure.  If  the  Green 
Chamber  does  things  right  the  Red  Cham- 
ber follows  suit.  The  tail  goes  with  the 
dog,  so  to  speak.  That  there  must  be  re- 
form goes  without  saying.  The  House  of 
Commons,  which  numbers  two  hundred 
and  twenty  members  now,  will  presently 
number  two  hundred  and  forty.  If  the 
old  rules  and  the  old  methods  prevail  the 
sessions  of  Parliament  will  be  proportion- 
ately fifteen  per  cent,  longer — that  Is  to 
say,  seven  months  instead  of  six.  Some- 
thing must  be  done  to  stem  the  tide  of 
twaddle.     What? 

NORTH RUP,  of  East  Hastings,  be- 
lieves he  has  the  remedy.  Keep  'em 
at  it,  work  'em  until  they  are  dog-tired. 
Six  days  in  the  week,  night  and  day,  no 
Saturday  off,  no  Wednesday  night  for 
prayer  meeting — nose  to  the  grindstone 
all  the  time.  They'll  get  sick  of  it  soon 
enough.  The  member  for  East  Hastings 
has  a  motion  to  this  cruel  effect  on  the 
order  paper  right  now.  But  there  are 
ways  more  merciful. 

To  begin  with,  "supply"  is  a  great  time- 
waster.  Supply  may  be  a  fine  school  for 
young  statesmen  to  learn  the  details  of 
their  country's  business,  but  I  would  turn 
the  school  over  to  a  standing  committee, 
which  would  meet  at  the  same  time  the 
other  committees  meet  and  go  over  the 


estimates  with  a  view  to  relieving  the 
House  of  all  scrutiny  save  of  contentious 
items.  Anyone  who  has  ever  seen  the 
House  drooling  in  supply,  niggling  for 
hours,  perhaps,  over  cents  and  anon  kiss- 
ing millions  good-bye  in  a  minute,  will 
agree  that  a  small,  well-balanced  com- 
mittee of  members,  chosen  for  their  busi- 
ness ability,  could  do  this  work  with  more 
discrimination  and  greater  speed.  It  is 
not  too  much  to  say  that  a  Committee  on 
Supply  would  save  the  House  at  least  six 
weeks'  tiresome  discussion.  As  supply  is 
managed  now  it  is  much  used  by  Govern- 
ments, not  to  forward  the  business  of  the 
country,  but  to  string  things  along.  When 
a  Government  wants  to  wait  a  consider- 
able time  to  see  which  way  the  cat  is  going 
to  jump,  supply  is  one  of  its  chief  dilatory 
artifices. 

TWO  OTHER  favorite  means  of  de- 
lay are  the  debate  on  the  address  and 
the  debate  on  the  budget.  As  matters 
stand  they  may  be  for  days,  and  they  may 
be  forever.  There  is  no  limit — except  a 
physical  one.  One  side's  wind  gives  out 
before  the  other's  and  then  the  debate 
stops.  So  far  as  subjects  go  the  debate 
on  the  address  and  the  debat€  on  the  bud- 
get are  interlocking.  The  same  tripe  does 
for  both.  The  rules  of  Parliament  do  not 
permit  a  member  to  speak  more  than  once 
in  the  same  debate,  but  it  does  not  follow 
that  he  cannot  speak  twice  on  the  same 
subject.  Not  at  all.  If  he  has  forgotten 
anything  in  the  debate  on  the  address  he 
can  pick  it  up  in  the  debate  on  the  budget. 
If  he  wishes  to  repeat  or  emphasize  some- 
thing that  he  said  not  weightily  enough  in 
the  debate  on  the  address,  the  debate  on 
the  budget  gives  him  an  excellent  oppor- 
tunity to  nail  his  message  down. 

The  debate  on  the  address  and  the  de- 
bate on  the  budget,  as  they  exist  to-day, 
are  reciprocal  nuisances,  a  happy  hunt- 
ing ground  for  the  bores.  They  are  the 
junk  heaps  of  Parliamentary  discussion. 
Everything  goes  into  them.     Once,  I  re- 


r 


Sir  Thomas  White  achieved  perfection  by     trim- 
ming his   budget  speech  another  fifteen  minutes. 


member,  the  Press  Gallery  kept  tab  on  the 
topics  touched  more  or  less  heavily  in 
these  two  great  wind-jamming  contests. 
Not  counting  repeaters,  hang-overs,  or 
slight  changes  or  disguise  as  from  the 
Active  to  the  Passive  voice,  one  hundred 
and  twenty-five  separate  and  distinct 
themes  was  the  score.  The  choice  of  sub- 
jects ranged,  as  I  recall,  from  the  vernal 
equinox  to  the  precepts  of  Buddha  and 
thence  back  to  Armand  Lavergne.  These 
were  only  the  high  spots.  The  debate,  of 
course,  took  almost  everything  in  between 
— everything,  that  is  to  say,  except  the 
speech  from  the  throne  and  the  tariff. 
The  tariff  we  have  with  us  always.  We 
can  hammer  it  any  old  time. 

I  would  deal  sternly  with  the  debate  on 
the  address.  It  is  a  survival  of  a  more 
precarious  age  when  responsible  govern- 
ment was  not,  perhaps,  as  well  entrenched 
as  it  is  now.  The  debate  on  the  address 
was  one  of  democracy's  outposts.  The 
need  for  it  has  disappeared.  I  would  give 
it  one  day — no  more.  The  prize  bores 
would  have  to  wait  for  the  budget  debate 
to  get  it  off  their  chests.  There  is  nothing 
in  the  debate  on  the  address  in  reply  for 
the  simple  reason  that  there  is  nothing  in 
the  speech  from  the  throne  and  nothing 
multiplied  by  nothing  gives  the  same. 
One's  pity  goes  out  to  the  mover  and 
seconder  of  the  address  in  reply.  If  ever 
men  make  bricks  without  straw  they  do. 
They  are  given  nothing  to  say  and  they 
sew  frills  on  it.  They  tell  me  that  Sir 
Wilfred  Laurier  made  his  first  reputation 
as  an  orator  as  the  mover  of  the  address. 
It  only  goes  to  show  what  a  great  orator 
he  is  to  have  struck  fire  from  that  mud. 
However,  it  was  many  years  ago  and  Sir 
Wilfred  was  much  stronger  than  he  is 
now. 

YES,  WE  can  well  spare  the  debate  on 
the  address.  We  might  do  without 
it  altogether,  but  let  us  be  kind  to  an 
old  friend  and  give  it  a  day.  Make  it  a 
rule — put  it  in  Mr.  Todd's  little  book — 
that  a  day  is  the  limit.  As  much  less  as 
the  House  may  see  fit  to  use,  but,  on  no 
consideration,  more  than  a  day,  said  day 
being  from  the  time  the  House  opens  to 
the  time  it  rises,  and  not  necessarily  a 
clock  day  of  twenty-four  hours. 

Next  comes  the  budget  debate.  Three 
days  for  it — make  that  a  rule,  too.  Why? 
Weil,  for  one  reason,  all  the  matters 
touched  in  the  budget  speech  are  liable  to 
discussion  in  detail  when  the  legislation 
is  presented  to  the  House  later  on.  An- 
other reason  is  that,  after  the  Finance 
Minister,  the  Premier  and  the  dozen  or 
so  leading  thinkers  on  both  sides  of  the 
House  have  spoken  there  is  nothing  left 
for  the  small  fry  but  to  say  the  same 
things  a  great  deal  worse.  Some  can- 
not even  do  this — the  poor  fellows  paw 
the  air  and  make  noises  in  their  throats. 
From  this  lingering  penance  a  three-day 
budget  debate  would  cut  the  House  off. 
There  ought  to  be  enough  ideas  among 
two  hundred  and  twenty  members  of  Par- 
liament to  make  a  budget  debate  interest- 
ing for  three  days,  though  sometimes  I 
have  had  occasion  to  doubt  it.  Still  a 
three-day  limit  would  help  some.  It  would 
tend  to  prevent  overlapping.  A  member 
would  hardly  have  the  nerve  to  trench  on 
the  time  set  unless  he  had  a  new  thought, 
or  a  new  light  to  present,  or  a  better  way 
of  putting  an  old  one. 

So  far  I  have  been  speaking  of  set  de- 
bates —  Parliamentary  fixtures  which 
Continued  on  page  58. 


The  Gun  Brand 

A  Story  of  the  Canadian  North 

By  James  B.  Hendryx 

Author    of    "Marquard    the    Silent,"    "The    Promise,"    etc. 


da 


At  the  base  of 
a  ridge  that  skirted 
the  shore  of  an  un- 
mapped  lake,    he    uncovered 
the  mouth  of  an  ancient  tun- 
nel   with    rough-hewn    sides 
and  a  floor  that  sloped  from 
the  entrance. 

CHAPTER  VII. 

THE  MASTER  MIND. 

AFTER  the  visit  of  MacNair,  Chloe 
noticed  a  marked  diminution  in 
the  anxiety  of  Lapierre  to  resume 
his  interrupted  journey.  True,  he  drove 
the  Indians  mercilessly  from  daylight 
till  dark  in  the  erection  of  the  buildings, 
but  his  air  of  tense  expectancy  was 
gone,  and  he  ceased  to  dart  short,  quick 
glances  into  the  north,  and  to  scan  the 
upper  reach  of  the  river. 

The  Indians,  too,  had  changed.  They 
toiled  more  stolidly  now  with  apathetic 
ears  for  Lapierre's  urging,  where  before 
they  had  worked  in  feverish  haste,  with 
their  eyes  upon  the  edges  of  the  clear- 
ing. It  was  obviously  patent  that  the 
canoemen  shared  Lapierre's  fear  and 
hatred  of  MacNair. 

In  the  late  afternoon  of  the  twelfth 
day  after  the  rolling  of  the  first  log  into 
place,  Chloe  accompanied  Lapierre  upon 
a  tour  of  inspection  of  the  completed 
buildings.  The  man  had  done  his  work 
ell.  The  school-house  and  the  bar- 
ack  with  the  dining-room  and  kitchen 
ere  comfortably  and  solidly  built;  en- 
tirely sufficient  for  present  needs  and  re- 
quirements. But  the  girl  wondered  at 
the  trading  post  and  its  appendant  store- 
house— they  were  fully  twice  the  size 
she  would  have  considered  necessary 
and  constructed  as  to  withstand  a  siege. 
Lapierre  had  built  a  fort. 

"Excellent  buildings;  and  solid  as  the 
Rock  of  Gibraltar,  Miss  Elliston,"  smiled 
the  quarter-bred,  as  with  a  wave  of  his 
hand  he  indicated  the  interior  of  the 
trading  room. 

"But,  they  are  so  big!"  exclaimed  the 
girl,  as  her  glance  swept  the  spacious  fur 
lofts,  and  the  ample  area  for  the  storing 
of    supplies.      She    was    concerned    only 


Illustrated  by 
Harry  C.  Edwards 


with  the  size  of  the  buildings.  But  her 
wonder  would  have  increased  could  she 
have  seen  the  rows  of  loopholes  that 
pierced  the  thick  walls  —  loopholes 
crammed  with  moss  against  the  cold, 
and  with  their  openings  concealed  by 
cleverly  fitted  pieces  of  bark.  Lapierre's 
smile  deepened. 

"Remember,  you  told  me  you  intend 
to  sell  to  all  alike,  while  your  goods  last. 
I  know  what  that  will  mean.  It  will 
mean  that  you  will  find  yourself  called 
upon  to  furnish  the  supplies  for  the  in- 
habitants of  several  thousand  square 
miles  of  territory.  Indians  will  travel 
far  to  obtain  a  bargain.  They  look  only 
at  the  price — never  at  the  quality  of  the 
goods.  That  fact  enables  us  free-traders 
to  live.  We  sell  cheaper  than  the  H.B. 
C. ;  but,  frankly,  our  goods  are  cheaper. 
The  bargains  are  much  more  apparent 
than  real.  But,  if  I  understand  your 
position,  you  intend  to  sell  goods  that 
are  up  to  H.  B.  C.  standard  at  actual 
cost?" 

Chloe  nodded:   "Certainly." 

"Very  well,  then  you  will  find  that 
these  buildings  which  look  so  large  and 
commodious  to  you  now,  must  be  crowd- 
ed to  the  ceiling  with  your  goods,  while 
the  walls  of  your  fur  lofts  will  fairly  bulge 
with  their  weight  of  riches.  Fur  is  the 
"cash"  of  the  north,  and  the  trader 
must  make  ample  provision  for  its  stor- 
age. There  are  no  banks  in  the  wilder- 
ness; and  the  fur  lofts  are  the  vaults  of 
the  traders." 

"But  I  don't  want  to  deal  in  fur!" 
objected  the  girl,  "I — since  you  have 
told  me  of  the  terrible  cruelty  of  the 
trappers,  I  hate  fur!  I  want  nothing  to 
do  with  it.  In  fact,  I  shall  do  every- 
thing in  my  power  to  discountenance  and 
discourage  the  trapping."  Lapierre 
cleared    his    throat    sharply — coughed — 


SYNOPSIS.— Chloe  Elliston,  inheriting  the 
love  of  adventure  and  ambitioug  to  emulate 
her  famous  grandfather,  "Tiger''  Elliston,  who 
had  played  a  big  part  in  the  civilizing  of 
Malaysia,  sets  out  for  the  Far  North  to  estab- 
lish a  school  and  bring  the  light  of  education 
to  the  Indians  and  breeds  of  the  Athabasca 
country.  Accompanied  by  a  companion,  Har- 
riet Penny,  and  a  Swedish  maid.  Big  Lena,  she 
arrives  at  Athabasca  Landing  and  engages 
transportation  on  one  of  the  scows  of  Pierre 
Lapierre,  an  independent  trader.  Vermilion, 
the  boss  scowman  decides  to  kidnap  the  party 
and  hold  them  to  ransom;  but  Lapierre,  get- 
ting wind  of  his  plans,  interrupts  them  at  a 
vital  moment,  kills  Vermilion,  and  rescues  the 
girl.  Predisposed  in  his  favor,  she  accepts 
him  as  her  mentor  in  the  wilderness,  believing 
all  he  tells  her,  especially  about  one  Robert 
MacNair,  another  free-trader,  whom  Lapierre 
saddles  with  a  most  villainous  reputation  and 
the  epithet  of  "Brute."  On  Lapierre's  advice 
Chloe  establishes  herself  at  the  mouth  of 
the  Yellow  Knife  River  on  Great  Slave  Lake, 
and  starts  to  building  her  school,  et  cetera. 
Then  Brute  MacNair  turns  up,  and  in  the 
interview  that  follows  Chloe  finds  much  to 
disturb  her  peace  of  mind,  though  she  meets 
the  free-trader  boldly  and  dares  him  to  inter- 
fere with   her  or  her  work. 


cleared  it  again.  Discourage  trapping — 
north  of  sixty!  Had  he  heard  aright? 
He  swallowed  hard,  mumbled  an  apology 
anent  the  inhalation  of  a  gnat,  and  an- 
swered in  all  seriousness. 

ti  A  WORTHY  object.  Miss  Elliston— a 

-^  very  worthy  object;  but  one  that 
will  require  time  to  consummate.  At  pres- 
ent the  taking  of  fur  is  the  business  of  the 
north.  I  may  say,  the  only  business  of 
thousands  of  savages  whose  lives,  and 
the  lives  of  their  families,  depend  upon 
their  skill  with  the  traps.  Pur  is  their 
.  one  source  of  livelihood.  Therefore,  you 
must  accept  the  condition  as  it  exists. 
Think,  if  you  refused  to  accept  fur  in 
exchange  for  your  goods,  what  it  would 
mean — the  certain  and  absolute  failure 
of  your  school  from  the  moment  of  its 
inception.  The  Indians  could  not  grasp 
your  point  of  view.  You  would  be 
shunned  for  one  demented.  Your  goods 
would  rot  upon  your  shelves;  for  the 
simple  reason  that  the  natives  would 
have  no  means  of  buying  them.  No, 
Miss  Elliston,  you  must  take  their  fur 
until  such  fime  as  you  succeed  in  de- 
vising some  other  means  by  which  these . 
people  may  earn  their  living." 

"You  are  right,"  agreed  Chloe.  Of 
course,  I  must  deal  in  fur — for  the  pres- 
ent. Reform  is  the  result  of  years  of 
labor.  I  must  be  patient.  I  was  think- 
ing only  of  the  cruelty  of  it." 

"They  have  never  been  taught,"  said 
Lapierre  with  a  touch  of  sadness  in  his 
tone.  "And,  while  we  are  on  the  sub- 
ject, allow  me  to  advise  you  to  retain 
LeFroy  as  your  chief  trader.  He  is  an 
excellent  man,  is  Louis  LeFroy,  and  has 
had  no  little  experience." 

"Do  you  think  he  will  stay?"  eagerly 
asked  the  girl.  "I  should  like  to  retain, 
not  only  LeFroy,  but  a  half-dozen 
others." 

"It  shall  be  as  you  wish,    I  shall  speak 


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to  LeFroy  and  select  also  the  pick  of 
the  crew.  They  will  be  glad  of  a  steady 
job.  The  others  I  shall  take  with  me. 
I  must  gather  my  fur  from  its  various 
caches  and  freight  it  to  the  railway." 

"You  are  going  to  the  railway!     To 
civilization?" 

**T7'ES,   BUT   it  will   take   me   three 

-1  weeks  to  make  ready  my  outfit.  And 
in  this  connection  I  may  be  of  further  ser- 
vice to  you.  I  must  depart  from  here  to- 
night. Instruct  LeFroy  to  make  out  his 
list  of  supplies  for  the  winter.  Give  him 
a  free  hand  and  tell  him  to  fill  the  store- 
rooms. The  goods  you  have  brought 
with  you  are  by  no  means  sufficient. 
Three  weeks  from  to-day,  if  I  do  not 
visit  you  in  the  meantime,  have  him 
meet  me  at  Fort  Resolution,  and  I  shall 
be  glad  to  make  your  purchases  for  you, 
at  Athabasca  Landing  and  Edmonton." 
"You  have  been  very  good  to  me. 
How  can  I  ever  thank  you?"  cried  the 
girl,  impulsively  extending  her  hand. 
Lapierre  took  the  hand,  bowed  over  it, 
and — was  it  fancy,  or  did  his  lips  brush 
her  finger-tips?  Chloe  withdrew  the 
hand,  laughing  in  slight  confusion.  To 
her  surprise  she  realized  she  was  not  in 
the  least  annoyed.  "How  can  I  thank 
you,"  she  repeated,  "for— for  throwing 
aside  your  own  work  to  attend  to  mine?" 

"Do  not  speak  of  thanking  me."  Once 
more  the  man's  eyes  seemed  to  burn 
into  her  soul.  "I  love  you!  And  one 
day  my  work  will  be  your  work  and  your 
work  will  be  mine.  It  is  I  who  am  in- 
debted to  you  for  bringing  a  touch  of 
heaven  into  this  drab  hell  of  northern 
brutishness.  For  bringing  to  me  a 
breath  of  the  bright  world  I  have  not 
known  since  Montreal— and  the  student 
days,   long  past.     And— ah— more  than 

that — something  I  have  never  known 

love.  And,  it  is  you  who  are  bringing  a 
ray  of  pure  light  to  lighten  the  darkness 
of  my  people." 

Chloe  was  deeply  touched.  "But,  I 
—  I  thought,"  she  faltered,  "when  we 
were  discussing  the  buildings  that  day, 
you  spoke  as  if  you  did  not  really  care 
for  the  Indians.  And— and  you  made 
them  work  so  hard " 

"To  learn  to  work  would  be  their  sal- 
vation!" exclaimed  the  man.  "And  I 
beg  you  to  forget  what  I  said  then.  I 
feared  for  your  safety.  When  you  re- 
fused to  allow  me  to  build  the  stockade, 
I  could  think  only  of  your  being  at  the 
mercy  of  Brute  MacNair.  I  tried  to 
frighten  you  into  allowing  me  to  build 
it.    Even  now,  if  you  say  the  word " 

Chloe  interrupted  him  with  a  laugh. 
"No,  lam  not  afraid  of  MacNair  — 
really  I  am  not.  And  you  have  already 
neglected  your  ovm   affaiJs  too  long." 

The  man  assented.  "If  I  am  to  get  my 
furs  to  the  railway,  do  my  own  trading, 
and  yours,  and  return  before  the  lake 
freezes,  I  must,  indeed,  be  on  my  way." 

"You  will  wait  while  I  write  some 
letters?  And  you  will  post  them  for 
me?" 

Lapierre  bowed.  "As  many  as  you 
wish,  he  said,  and  together  they  walked 
to  the  girl's  cabin  whose  quaint,  rustic 
verandah  overlooked  the  river.  The 
verandah  was  an  addition  of  Lapierre's, 
and  the  cabin  had  five  rooms,  instead  of 
three. 

'T*HE  quarter-breed  waited,  whistling 

■«■   softly  a  light  French  air,  while  Chloe 

wrote  her  letters.     He  breathed  deeply 

of  the  warm  spruce-laden  breeze,  slapped 


lazily  at  mosquitoes,  and  gazed  at  the 
setting  sun  between  half-closed  lids. 
Pierre  Lapierre  was  happy. 

"Things  are  coming  my  way,"  he  mut- 
tered. "With  a  year's  stock  in  that  ware- 
house— and  LeFroy  to  handle  it — I  guess 
the  Indians  won't  pick  up  many  bar- 
gains— my  people! — damn  them.  How  I 
hate  them.  And  as  for  MacNair — lucky 
Vermilion  thought  of  painting  his  name 
on  that  booze — I  hated  to  smash  it — ^but 
it  paid.  It  was  the  one  thing  needed  to 
make  me  solid  with  her.  And  I've  got  time 
to  run  in  another  batch  if  I  hurry — got  to 
get  those  rifles  into  the  loft,  too.  When 
MacNair  hits,  he  hits  hard." 

Chloe  appeared  at  the  door  with  her 
letters.  Lapierre  took  them,  and  again 
bowed  low  over  her  hand.  This  time 
the  girl  was  sure  his  lips  touched  her 
finger-tips.  He  released  the  hand  and 
stepped  to  the  ground. 

"Good-by,"  he  said.     "I  shall  try  my 
utmost  to  pay  you  a  visit  before  I  de- 
part for  the  southward,  but  if  I  fail,  re- 
member to  send  LeFroy  to  me  at  Fort ' 
Resolution." 

"I  will  remember.       Good-by  —  Bon 


voyage 

"Et  prompt  retour?"  The  man's  lips 
smiled,  and  his  eyes  flashed  the  question. 

"Et  prompt  retour  — •  certainement!" 
answered  the  girl  as,  with  a  wide  sweep 
of  his  hat,  the  quarter-breed  turned  and 
made  his  way  toward  the  camp  of  the 
Indians,  which  was  located  in  a  spruce 
thicket  a  short  distance  above  the  clear- 
ing. As  he  disappeared  in  the  timber 
Chloe  felt  a  sudden  sinking  of  the  heart; 
a  Strang  sense  of  desertion,  of  loneli- 
ness possessed  her  as  she  gazed  into  the 
deepening  shadows  of  the  wall  of  the 
clearing.     She  turned  impatiently. 

"Why  should  I  care?"  she  muttered, 
"I  never  laid  eyes  on  him  until  two 
weeks  ago,  and  besides,  he's  —  he's  an 
Indian!  And,  yet,  —  he's  a  gentleman. 
He  has  been  very  kind  to  me  —  very 
considerate.  He  is  only  a  quarter-In- 
dian. Many  of  the  very  best  families 
have  Indian  blood  in  their  veins — even 
boast  of  it.  I — I'm  a  fool!"  she  exclaimed, 
and  passed  quickly  into  the  house. 

PIERRE  LAPIERRE  was  a  man,  able, 
shrewd,  unscrupulous.  The  son  of  a 
French  factor  of  the  Hudson  Bay  Com- 
pany and  his  half-breed  wife,  he  was 
sent  early  to  school,  where  he  remained  to 
complete  his  college  course;  for  it  was 
the  desire  of  his  father  that  the  son  should 
engage  in  some  profession  for  which  his 
education  fitted  him. 

But  the  blood  of  the  north  was  in 
his  veins.  The  call  of  the  north  lured 
him  into  the  north,  and  he  returned  to 
the  trading  post  of  his  father,  where  he 
was  given  a  position  as  clerk  and  later 
appointed  trader  and  assigned  to  a  post 
of  his  own  far  to  the  northward. 

While  the  wilderness  captivated  and 
entranced  him,  the  hum-drum  life  of  a 
trader  wearied  him.  He  longed  for  ex- 
citement— action. 

During  the  several  years  of  his  service 
with  the  great  fur  company  he  as- 
siduously studied  conditions,  storing  up 
in  his  mind  a  fund  of  information  that 
later  was  to  stand  him  in  good  stead. 
He  studied  the  trade,  the  Indians,  the 
country.  He  studied  the  men  of  the 
Mounted,  and  smugglers,  and  whisky- 
runners  and  free-traders.  And  it  was  in 
a  brush  with  these  latter  that  he  over- 
stepped the  bounds  beyond  which,  under 


the  changed  conditions,  even  the  agents  of 
the  great  company  might  not  go. 

Chafing  under  the  loss  of  trade  by 
reason  of  an  independent  post  that  had 
been  built  upon  the  shore  of  his  lake 
some  ten  miles  to  the  southward,  his  wild 
Metis  blood  called  for  action  and,  hastily 
summoning  a  small  band  of  Indians,  he 
attacked  the  independents.  Incidentally, 
the  free-traders'  post  was  burned,  one 
of  the  traders  killed,  and  the  other  cap- 
tured and  sent  upon  the  longue  traverse. 
In  some  unaccountable  manner,  after  suf- 
fering untold  hardships  the  man  won 
through  to  civilization  and  promptly  had 
Pierre  Lapierre  brought  to  book. 

The  company  stood  loyally  between 
their  trader  and  the  prison  bars;  but 
the  old  order  had  changed  in  the  north- 
land.  Young  Lapierre's  action  was  con- 
demned and  he  was  dismissed  from  the 
company's  service  with  a  payment  of  three 
years'  unearned  salary. 

Pierre  Lapierre  promptly  turned  free- 
trader, and  his  knowledge  of  the  methods 
of  the  H.  B.  Co.,  the  Indians,  and  the 
country,  made  largely  for  success. 

The  life  of  the  free-trader  satisfied 
his  longing  for  travel  and  adventure, 
which  his  life  as  a  post-trader  had  not. 
But  it  did  not  satisfy  his  innate  craving 
for  excitement.  Therefore,  he  cast  about 
to  enlarge  his  field  of  activity.  He  be- 
came a  whisky-runner.  His  profits  in- 
creased enormously,  and  he  gradually  in- 
cluded smuggling  in  his  repertoire,  and 
even  timber  thieving,  and  cattle  rustling 
upon  the  ranges  along  the  international 
boundary. 

AT  THE  time  of  his  meeting  with 
Chloe  Elliston  he  was  at  the  head  of 
an  organized  band  of  criminals  whose 
range  of  endeavor  extended  over  hun- 
dreds of  thousands  of  square  miles,  and 
the  diversity  of  whose  crimes  was  lim- 
ited only  by  the  index  of  the  penal  code. 

Pierre  Lapierre  was  a  Napoleon  of 
organization — a  born  leader  of  men.  He 
chose  his  liegemen  shrewdly  —  outlaws 
renegades,  Indians,  breeds,  trappers, 
canoemen,  scowmen,  packers,  claim- 
jumpers,  gamblers,  smugglers,  cattle- 
rustlers,  timber  thieves — and  these  he 
dominated  and  ruled  absolutely. 

Without  exception,  these  men  feared 
him — his  authority  over  them  was  un- 
questioned. Because  they  had  confidence 
in  his  judgment  and  cunning,  and  be- 
cause under  his  direction  they  made  more 
money,  and  made  it  easier,  and  at  in- 
finitely less  risk,  than  they  ever  made 
by  playing  a  lone  hand,  they  accepted  his 
domination  cheerfully.  And  such  was  his 
disposition  of  the  men  who  were  the 
component  parts  of  his  system  of  crim- 
inal efficiency,  that  few,  if  any,  were  there 
among  them  who  could,  even  if  he  so  de- 
sired, have  furnished  evidence  that  would 
have  seriously  incriminated  the  leader. 

The  men  who  ran  whisky  across  the 
line,  cached  it.  Other  men,  unknown  to 
them,  disguised  it  as  innocent  freight 
and  delivered  it  to  the  scowmen.  The 
scowmen  turned  it  over  to  others  who, 
for  all  they  knew,  were  bona  fide  settlers 
or  free-traders;  and  from  their  cache,  the 
canoemen  carried  it  far  into  the  wilder- 
ness and  either  stored  it  in  some  inacces- 
sible rendevous  or  cached  it  where  others 
would  come  and  distribute  it  among  the 
Indians.  Each  division  undoubtedly  sus- 
pected the  others,  but  none  but  the  leader 
knew.  And,  as  it  was  with  the  whisky- 
running,  so  was  it  with  each  of  his  vari- 


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ous  undertakings.  Religiously,  Pierre 
Lapierre  followed  the  scriptural  injunc- 
tion: "Let  not  thy  left  hand  know  what 
they  right  hand  doeth."  He  confided  in 
no  man.  And  few,  indeed,  were  the  de- 
fections among  his  retainers.  A  few  had 
rebelled,  as  Vermilion  had  rebelled — and 
with  the  same  result.  The  man  dis- 
missed from  Lapierre's  service  entered  no 
other. 

Moreover,  he  invariably  contrived  to 
implicate  one  whom  he  intended  to  use, 
in  some  crime  of  a  graver  nature  than 
he  would  be  called  upon  to  commit  in 
the  general  run  of  his  duties.  This 
crime  he  would  stage  in  some  fastness 
where  its  detection  by  an  officer  of  the 
Mounted  was  exceedingly  unlikely;  and 
most  commonly  consisted  in  the  murder 
of  an  Indian,  whose  weighted  body 
would  be  lowered  to  the  bottom  of  a 
convenient  lake  or  river.  Lapierre  wit- 
nesses would  appear  and  the  man  was 
irrevocably  within  the  toil.  Had  he 
chosen,  Pierre  Lapierre  could  have  low- 
ered a  grappling  hook  unerringly  upon 
a  dozen  weighted  skeletons. 

Over  the  head  of  the  recruit  now 
hung  an  easily  proven  charge  of  mur- 
der. If  during  his  future  activities  as 
whisky-runner,  smuggler,  or  in  what- 
ever particular  field  of  endeavor  he 
was  assigned,  plans  should  miscarry — 
an  arrest  be  made — this  man  would 
take  his  prison  sentence  in  silence 
rather  than  seek  to  implicate  Lapierre, 
who  with  a  word  could  summon  the 
witness  that  would  swear  the  hemp 
about  his  neck. 

The  system  worked.    Now  and  again 
plans  did  miscarry — arrests  were  made 
by  the  Mounted  —  men  were  caught 
"with  the  goods,"  or  arrested  upon  evi- 
dence that  even   Lapierre's   intricate 
alibi  scheme  could  not  refute.     But, 
upon  conviction,  the  unlucky  prisoner 
always  accepted  his  sentence — -for  at  his 
shoulder  stalked   a   spectre,   and   in  his 
heart  was  the  fear  lest  the  thin  lips  of 
Pierre  Lapierre  would  speak. 

With  such  consummate  skill  and  finesse 
did  Lapierre  plot,  however,  and  with  such 
Machiavellian  cunning  and  eclat  were  his 
plans  carried  out,  that  few  failed.  And 
those  that  did  were  credited  by  the  auth- 
orities to  individual  or  sporadic  acts, 
rather  than  to  the  work  of  an  intricate 
organization  presided  over  by  a  master 
mind. 

The  gang  numbered,  all  told,  upward  of 
two  hundred  of  the  hardest  characters 
upon  the  frontier.  Only  Lapierre  knew 
its  exact  strength,  but  each  member  knew 
that  if  he  did  not  "run  straight" — if  he, 
by  word  or  act  or  deed,  sought  to  im- 
plicate an  accomplice — his  life  would  be 
worth  just  exactly  the  price  of  "the  pow- 
der to  blow  him  to  hell." 

A  few  there  were  outside  the  organiza- 
tion who  suspected  Pierre  Lapierre — but 
only  a  few;  an  officer  or  two  of  the 
Mounted  and  a  few  factors  of  the  H.  B. 
Co.  But  these  could  prove  nothing.  They 
bided  their  time.  One  man  knew  him  for 
what  he  was.  One,  in  all  the  north,  as 
powerful  in  his  way  as  Lapierre  was 
in  his.  The  one  man  who  had  spies  in 
Lapierre's  employ,  and  who  did  not  fear 
him.  And  the  one  man  Pierre  Lapierre 
feared — Bob  MacNair.  And  he,  too,  bided 
his  time. 


Two  figures  stepped  out,  and  Chloe 
Elliston,  followed  by  Big  Lena, 
advanced      boldly      toward      him. 


CHAPTER  Vin. 

A  SHOT  IN   THE   NIGHT. 

A  S  LAPIERRE  made  his  way  to  the 
•^*-  camp  of  the  Indians  he  pondered 
deeply.  For  Lapierre  was  troubled.  The 
fact  that  MacNair  had  twice  come  upon 
him  unexpectedly  within  the  space  of  a 
month  caused  him  grave  concern.  He 
did  not  know  that  it  was  entirely  by 
chance  that  MacNair  had  found  him,  an 
unwelcome  sojourner  at  Fort  Rae.  Accu- 
sations and  recriminations  had  passed  be- 
tween them,  with  the  result  that  MacNair, 
rough,  bluff,  and  ready  to  fight  at  any 
time,  had  pounded  the  quarter-breed  to 
within  an  inch  of  his  life,  and  then,  to 
the  undisguised  delight  of  the  men  of  the 
H.  B.  Co.,  had  dragged  him  out  and 
pitched  him  ignominiously  into  the  lake. 

Either  could  have  killed  the  other  then 
and  there.  But  each  knew  that  to  have 
done  so,  as  the  result  of  a  personal  quar- 
rel, would  have  been  the  worst  move  he 
could  possibly  have  made.  And  the  fore- 
bearance  with  which  MacNair  fought  and 
Lapierre  suffered  was  each  man's  measure 
of  greatness.  MacNair  went  about  his 
business,  and  to  Lapierre  came  Chenoine 
with  his  story  of  the  girl  and  the  plot  of 
Vermilion,  and  Lapierre  forgetting  Mac- 
Nair for  the  moment,  made  a  dash  for  the 
Slave  River. 

For  years  Lapierre  and  MacNair  had 
been  at  loggerheads.  Each  recognized  in 
the  other  a  foe  of  no  mean  ability.  Each 
had  sworn  to  drive  the  other  out  of  the 
north.    And  each  stood  at  the  head  of  a 


powerful  organization  which  could  be  de- 
pended  upon   to  fight  to  the   last  gasp 
when  the  time  came  to  "lock  horns"  in 
the  final  issue.    Both  leaders  realized  that 
the  show-down  could  not  be  long  delayed 
— a  year,  perhaps — two  years — it  would 
make  no  difference.     The  clash  was  in- 
evitable.     Neither  sought  to  dodge  the 
crisis,  nor  did  either  seek  to  hasten  it. 
But  each  knew  that  events  were  shap- 
ing themselves,  the  stage  was  set,  and 
the  drama  of  the  wilds  was  wearing  to 
its  final  scene. 

From  the  moment  of  his  meeting 
with  Chloe  Elliston,  Lapierre  had  rea- 
lized the  value  of  an  alliance  with  her 
against  MacNair.  And  being  a  man 
whose  creed  it  was  to  turn  every  pos- 
y  sible  circumstance  to  his  own  account, 
^  he  set  about  to  win  her  cooperation. 
When,  during  the  course  of  their  first 
conversation,  she  casually  mentioned 
that  she  could  command  millions  if 
;  she  wanted  them,  his  immediate  inter- 
est in  MacNair  cooled  appreciably — 
not  that  MacNair  was  to  be  forgotten 
— merely  that  his  undoing  was  to  be 
deferred  for  a  season,  while  he,  the 
Pierre  Lapairre  once  more  of  student 
days,  played  an  old  game — a  game  long 
forgot  in  the  press  of  sterner  life,  but 
one  at  which  he  once  excelled. 

"A  game  of  hearts,"  the  man  had 
smiled  to  himself — "a  game  in  which 
the  risk  is  nothing  and  the  stakes — 
with  millions  one  may  accomplish  much 
in  the  wilderness,  or  retire  into  smug 
respectability — who  knows?  Or,  los- 
ing, if  worst  comes  to  worst,  a  lady 
who  can  command  millions,  held  pri- 
soner, should  be  worth  dickering  for. 
Ah,  yes,  dear  lady !  By  all  means,  you 
shall  be  helped  to  Christianize  the 
north!  To  educate  the  Indians — how 
did  she  say  it?  'So  that  they  may  come 
and  receive  that  which  is  theirs  of 
right' — fah!      These  women!" 

WHILE  the  scows  rushed  northward 
his  plans  had  been  laid — plans  that 
included  a  masterstroke  against  MacNair 
and  the  placing  of  the  girl  absolutely 
within  his  power  in  one  move.  And  so 
Pierre  Lapierre  had  accompanied  Chloe 
to  the  mouth  of  the  Yellow  Knife,  selected 
the  site  for  her  school,  and  generously 
remained  upon  the  ground  to  direct  the 
erection  of  her  buildings. 

Up  to  that  point  his  plans  had  carried 
with  but  two  minor  frustrations:  he  was 
disappointed  in  not  being  allowed  to 
build  a  stockade,  and  he  had  been  forced 
prematurely  to  show  his  hand  to  Mac- 
Nair. The  first  was  the  mere  accident 
of  a  woman's  whim,  and  had  been  offset 
to  a  great  extent  in  the  construction  of 
the  trading-post  and  storehouse. 

The  second,  however,  was  of  graver  im- 
portance and  deeper  sig^nificance.  While 
the  girl's  faith  in  him  had,  apparently, 
remained  unshaken  by  her  interview  with 
MacNair,  MacNair  himself  would  be  on 
his  guard.  Lapierre  ground  his  teeth 
with  rage  at  the  Scotchman's  accurate 
comprehension  of  the  situation,  and  he 
feared  that  the  man's  words  might  raise 
a  suspicion  in  Chloe's  mind;  a  fear  that 
was  in  a  great  measure  allayed  by  her 
eager  acceptance  of  his  offer  of  assistance 
in  the  matter  of  supplies,  and — had  he  not 
already  sown  the  seeds  of  a  deeper  re- 
gard? Once  she  had  become  his  wife! 
The  black  eyes  glittered  as  the  man 
threaded  the  trail  toward  the  camp. 
Continued  on  page  53. 


Summer  Travel 
in  Canada 

Information  for  the  Tourist 
and  Vacationist 


IT  IS  a  law  of  nature,  a  law  that  has  come  very 
actively  into  play  in  this  age  of  rush  and  over- 
exertion, that  the  human  body  and  mind  must 
have  their  periods  of  rest.     It  is  a  truth  none  may 
gainsay  that  the  man  of  to-day,  particularly  if  his 
work  is  mental  rather  than  physical,  cannot  go  on 
indefinitely  without  a  hol- 
iday.    Certainly  he  can- 
not go  on  doing  his  work 
well.       Experience     has 
shown  that  the  man  who 
takes   a   judicious   vaca- 
tion works  better  for  the 
rest   of   the   year.     The 
same    rule    applies,     of 
course,  to  people  of  all 
descriptions    and    in    all 
walks    of   life.      Women 
and  children  need  the  rest 
as  much  as  the  tired  busi- 
ness man. 

It  is  equally  true  that 
this  rule  applies  this 
year,  despite  the  need 
for  increased  production. 
People  are  working  at 
greater  tension  than  ever 
before  and,  in  order  to 
maintain  the  gait,  the 
brief  relaxation  of  a  va- 
cation will  be  found  ne- 
cessary i  n 
many     cases. 


A   view  of  the  Rocky  Mountains  which 
offer  splendid  attractions  for  the  tourist. 


Above:  A  view  of  Mt.  Robson,  from 

the  National  Park. 

Left:  Moose  swimming  across  Lake 

Temagami. 

Canada  presents  unrivalled  facilities 
not  only  for  the  native  born,  but  for  the 
tourist  from  abroad.  In  connection  with 
the  latter  class  it  seems  cer- 
tain that  there  will  be  a  large 
influx  this  year.  Since  the 
start  of  the  war,  wealthy 
Americans  have  not  been  able 
to  go  to  Europe,  and  the  "See 
America  First"  idea  has  been 
very  extensively  practised. 
America — meaning  the  Uni- 
ted States — has  now  been  very 
carefully  and  exhaustively 
seen.  The  Yellowstone  and 
the  Grand  Canon  being  off  the 
list,  the  American  tourist  has 
practically  no  place  to  turn  to 
but  Canada;  and  we  shall  al- 
most certainly  see  more  of 
them  this  year  than  ever 
before. 

The  sight-seeing  possibili- 
ties of  the  Dominion  have 
never  been  fully  appraised. 
Prom  the  shores  of  the  At- 
lantic, dotted  with  historic 
spots,  to  the  mountainous 
slopes  of  the  Pacific,  Canada 
is  literally  full  of  points  of  in- 
terest. The  national  parks 
in  the  Rockies  are  unique  and 
wonderful,  the  Lake  section 
of  Ontario  presents  facilities 
for  summer  camping  that 
could  not  be  excelled  by  ran- 
sacking the  continent,  the 
water  routes  offer  variety  and 
scenic  beauties  of  rare  scope. 
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The  Liberators  of  Russia 


How   the  All-Zemstvos    Union   Was 
Formed. 


THE  success  of  the  revolution  in  Russia 
cun  be  traced  to  one  source,  the  work  of 
the  All-Zemstvos  Union.  By  taking  over  the 
feeding  of  the  army  and  the  care  of  the 
wounded,  the  Union  gradually  gained  Con- 
trol of  the  army  and,  when  the  crisis  came, 
controlled  the  forces  of  the  Empire,  thus 
forcing  the  Czar  to  abdicate.  A.  N.  Sakhno- 
vsky  tells  of  the  growth  of  the  Union  in 
World's    Work. 

By  an  Imperial  rescript  of  February  19, 
1861,  the  peasants  were  liberated  from  serf- 
dom, but  the  peasants  did  not  receive  the 
ownership  of  the  land.  The  nobility  which 
owned  large  estates  lost  only  a  small  portion 
of  their  land,  which  was  bought  by  the  Govern- 
ment for  distribution  among  the  peasants. 
This  land  was  not  given  to  the  peasants  free 
of  charge;  they  were  compelled  to  buy  it  on 
long-term  payments.  The  liberation  of  the 
peasants  produced  a  large  class  of  small 
tenant-farmers.  Thus,  while  a  certain  de- 
gree of  political  liberty  was  achieved,  it  did 
not  bring  adequate  relief  with  regard  to  land 
tenure.  Progressive  thinkers  realized  the 
failure  of  the  liberation  in  achieving  the  de- 
sired results,  and  the  necessity  of  an  educa- 
tional and  material  improvement  of  the 
status  of  the  peasantry.  In  consequence,  a 
further  reform  was  granted  by  the  Govern- 
ment, giving  local  self-government  to  the 
provinces.  The  foundation  was  laid  for  the 
Zemstvo  and  Municipal  Self-government  sys- 
tem. At  first  the  Zemstvos  were  established 
only  in  the  thirty-three  central. provinces. 

The  provincial  and  district  Zemstvo  mem- 
bers were  divided  into  four  classes.  The 
system  of  election  was  as  follows: 

The  elections  of  the  nobility  were  based 
upon  stipulated  land  ownership;  those  of  the 
townspeople  upon  property  qualifications; 
those  of  the  clergy  upon  hierarchy;  and  the 
peasant  members  were  appointed  by  the 
Government.  The  nobility  always  con- 
stituted more  than  one-half  of  the  total 
number  of  the  Zemstvo  members,  although 
the  proportion  of  the  nobles  to  the  rest  of  the 
population  was  that  of  a  small  minority. 
Executives  were  elected  by  the  Zemstvo  mem- 
bers, and  the  Zemstvo  officers  were  estab- 
lished in  the  capitals  of  the  provinces  and  in 
the  district-towns.  All  these  elections  were 
subject  to  approval  by  the  Government. 

Vast  reforms  of  the  judicial  system  of  the 
empire  were  effected  in  the  same  time. 
Schools,  hospitals,  medical  and  sanitary  mea- 
sures, and  highway  improvements,  such  as 
the  building  of  roads  and  bridges,  formed 
a  large  part  of  the  work  of  the  Zemstvos.  In 
addition  to  this  they  assisted  the  popula- 
tion by  supplying  the  necessary  provisions 
in  the  years  of  poor  harvest,  and  recently 
they  organized  for  the  peasants  a  system  of 
fire  insurance,  and  the  purchase  of  agricul- 
tural machinery  on  instalments  and  at  low 
prices.    The  competency  of  the  Municipal  Self- 


government  was  confined  to  the  cities,  whereas 
the  authority  of  the  Zemstvos  included  the 
entire  area  of  the  provinces. 

The  work  of  the  Zemstvos,  owing  to  the  re- 
actionary Government,  did  not  bring  any  re- 
muneration to  its  members,  and  the  chief 
workers  were  those  who  did  not  fear  to  incur 
the  enmity  of  the  authorities. 

Even  before  the  Imperial  authorization 
had  been  received.  Prince  Lvoff,  the  head  of 
the  Union,  had  begun  the  work  of  organiza- 
tion immediately  on  the  commencement  of  the 
war.  In  Moscow,  at  the  Gate  of  Petrovsk,  a 
small  three-story  building  was  secured — soon 
to  be  of  historic  importance  -where  the  Rus- 
sian Union  of  Zemstvos  found  its  first  home. 
The  working  force  at  its  founding  consisted  of 
Prince  Lvoff,  five  members  of  the  Executive 
Committee,  and  eight  members  representing 
the  Union,  one  of  whom  was  the  author  of  this 
article.  The  demands  made  upon  the  Union 
were  very  great,  and  the  available  funds 
comparatively  small,  and  none  of  the  mem- 
bers of  the  Union  received  any  payment  for 
their  services.  The  personality  of  Prince 
Lvoff,  however,  was  so  strong,  and  the  patrio- 
tism of  Russia  so  ready,  that  numerous  volun- 
teers presented  themselves,  coming  from  the 
intellectual    forces   of   the   country. 

Before  August  had  elapsed,  the  fitting  up 
of  the  hospitals  had  begun  on  a  large  scale, 
and  150,000  beds  were  ready.  By  the  be- 
ginning of  the  following  month,  fifty  sanitary 
trains  for  the  transportation  of  the  wounded 
had  been  equipped  and  were  ready  for  opera- 
tion. The  requirements  of  the  hospitals  for 
linen  constituted  a  difficult  problem,  and  a 
workshop  was  organized  which  provided  the 
necessary  material  —  1,000,000  pieces,  in- 
clusive of  underwear,  being  produced   daily. 


Contents  of 

Reviews 

The  Liberators  of  Russia  .... 

43 

Why  Sweden  Nearly  Fought 

44 

Austria  and  Bavaria 

45 

Is  THE  Moon  a  Target? 

46 

Food-price  Control   

47 

Statler's  Secret  of  Success.  . 

49 

Britain  and  America 

51 

Medicines  were  found  to  be  necessary  for  the 
hospitals  as  well  as  for  the  hospital  trains, 
and  a  large  drug  depot  was  opened.  Cloth- 
ing was  an  imperative  necessity,  both  for  the 
wounded  coming  from  the  front  as  well  as  for 
those  who  were  returning  to  the  front  after 
sick    leave.  Workrooms    were    organized, 

which  provided  the  clothing  for  230,000  men 
within  a  few  weeks. 

Though  at  the  beginning  of  the  work  rigid 
provisions  had  been  made  prohibiting  the 
Union  from  any  operations  at  the  front,  by 


Map  showing  distribution  of  Republics  in  1776, 
the  year  of  U.S.  Declaration  of  Independence. 


44 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


hi^S  * 


Map  showing  distribution  of  Republics  and  Democracy  in   1917. 


September  the  Government  found  itself  un- 
able to  provide  for  the  wounded.  Despite 
its  fear  that  the  influence  of  the  Union  of 
Zemstvos  might  be  a  liberalizing  and  educa- 
tional influence  among  the  soldiers,  Prince 
Lvoff  obtained  permission  to  organize  a  num- 
ber of  sanitary-commissary  units  at  the  front. 
This  authorization  was  obtained  from  the 
Grand  Duke  Nicholas  Nicholaevitch.  Each 
of  those  units  represents  an  entire  hospital 
system,  with  three  hundred  men  and  facilities 
for  moving  several  thousand  wounded  daily. 
As  automobiles  were  necessary  and  were  not 
to  be  secured  in  Russia,  negotiations  were 
entered  into  with  foreign  companies,  and  re- 
pair workshops  were  established  at  the  front. 
The  first  of  these  units  went  to  the  front 
under  the  command  of  the  son  of  the  present 
president  of  the  Duma,  N.  M.  Rodzianko. 
Nothing  but  the  enthusiasm  of  Prince  Lvoflf 
and  the  loyalty  which  he  inspired  availed  to 
render  possible  this  huge  work,  and  despite 
the  hundreds  of  volunteers  there  was  always 
an   excess  of  work. 

In  April,  1915,  the  Russian  army  fell  back 
from  Galicia  and  from  Poland,  surrendering 
to  the  Germans  one  province  after  another. 
The  armies  surrendered  In  masses,  as  there 
was  neither  ammunition,  rifles,  nor  artillery, 
and  the  most  heroic  army  could  no  nothing 
with  bare  hands  against  the  German  machine 
and   16-inch  guns. 

As  this  situation  developed,  it  was  dis- 
covered that  the  Government,  at  the  head  of 
which  were  General  Soukhomlinoff,  Maklakoff, 
CJoremykin,  Scheglovitoff,  and  other  enemies 
of.  their  fatherland,  had  failed  to  provide  the 
army  with  sufiicient  quantities  of  ammunition 
and  equipment.  This  may  have  been  either 
from  lack  of  foresight  or  from  deliberate 
treason. 

There  was  no  time  for  discussion  as  to  the 
cause  for  this  defection,  no  time  could  be 
wasted  merely  on  tracing  the  responsibility 
to  the  guilty,  it  was  necessary  to  act  im- 
mediately in  order  to  provide  the  army  with 
needed  equipment.  In  June,  1915,  Prince 
Lvoff  organized  a  new  body,  the  Union  of 
All-Russian  Zemstvos  and  Cities.  This 
organization  consisted  not  only  of  all  the 
Zemstvos,  but  also  of  the  town  workers,  and 
they  began  to  render  aid  under  the  leadership 
of  Prince  Lvoff.  In  addition  to  this,  again 
through  Prince  Lvoff's  initiative,  the  indus- 
trial interests  of  the  country  were  awakened, 
and  a  War-Industrial  Committee  was  organ- 
ized, headed  by  Alexander  Ivanovitch  Goutch- 
koff.  These  three  organizations,  working 
together,  rapidly  began  to  develop  the  full 
resources  of  the  Empire. 

The  Union  of  Zemstvos  and  Cities,  or  the 
Zemgor,  as  it  was  called,  undertook  as  its 
most  important  work  the  organization  of  con- 
structive engineering  units  on  the  front.  I 
do  not  know  their  exact  number,  but  these 
units  play  their  part  from  Riga  to  the  Black 
Sea,  and  on  the  Asiatic  fronts.  They  take  no 
part  in  the  fighting,  but  work  for  the  army. 


digging  trenches,  building  wire  entangle- 
ments, constructing  bridges,  making  roads, 
assisting  the  army  in  consolidating  new  posi- 
tions, and  saving  the  fighting  units  of  the 
army  from  the  fatiguing  effects  of  manual 
labor. 

The  Zemgor,  moreover,  organizes  at  the 
front  dining  rooms,  cheap  stores  for  selling 
groceries,  tobacco  booths,  shops  for  the  re- 
pair of  clothing  and  shoes,  barber  shops, 
baths,  and  a  score  of  similar  necessaries  for 
the  comfort  of  the  troops.  Popular  as  is 
Prince  Lvoff  in  Moscow,  largely  because  of 
his  approachability  and  the  magnificent  work 
he  has  accomplished,  he  is  worshipped  by  the 
army.  He  not  only  provides  clothing  and 
footwear  directly,  but  he  enables  the  soldier 
to  bathe,  to  have  his  clothes  washed,  and 
to  maintain  his  self-respect  by  cleanliness. 
As  some  of  the  troops  are  illiterate,  the  Zem- 
gor has  sent  many  musical  instruments  for 
recreation  and  dancing. 

A   task   of   extreme   difficulty   was   forced 


upon  the  Union  of  Zemstvos  when  the  waves 
of  refugees  poured  into  Russia  from  the 
territories  occupied  by  the  Germans.  Dur- 
ing June,  July,  and  August,  1915,  when 
Warsaw  was  captured,  the  representatives  of 
the  bureaucratic  Government  lost  their  heads 
entirely.  The  roads  leading  from  the  occupied 
territory  were  crowded  with  hundreds  of 
thousands  of  hungry  and  destitute  people, 
afoot  or  in  wagons,  going  they  knew  not 
where.  The  Union  of  Zemstvos  immediately 
took  charge  and  organized  help  for  them. 
Along  the  roads  dining  rooms  were  hastily 
erected,  provisions  forwarded,  forage  provided 
for  the  horses,  milk  secured  for  the  hungry 
children,  and  everything  was  done  to  ensure 
that  the  distracted  peasants  should  in  no  way 
be  despoiled  of  their  few  remaining  pos- 
sessions. 

In  addition  to  all  the  work  connected  with 
the  caring  for  the  refugees,  the  Union  of 
Zemstvos  also  undertook  to  care  for  the 
prisoners.  A  Central  Committee  for  Help- 
ing War  Prisoners  was  organized  in  Moscow. 
Similar  committees  were  established  in  Lon- 
don, Paris,  Copenhagen,  and  several  in 
Switzerland.  One  of  the  most  important  of 
these  was  the  committee  which  was  organ- 
ized in  New  York  City,  under  the  title 
"American  Friends  of  Russian  Prisoners  of 
War."  Among  the  active  members  of  this 
Committee  which  has  accomplished  an  enor- 
mous amount  of  good,  are  some  of  the  members 
of  the  Union  of  Zemstvos.  The  work  has 
been  met  with  sympathetic  assistance. 

When  the  work  of  the  Union  of  Zemstvos 
comes  to  be  considered  in  its  larger  aspect, 
not  the  least  of  its  elements  of  greatness  is 
the  part  that  it  has  played  in  bringing  to- 
gether those  elements  which  have  secured 
liberty  for  Russia.  For  this  liberty  hundrera 
of  thousands  of  lives  have  been  sacriced,  both 
in  Siberia  and  on  the  scaffold.  Yet  this  has 
not  been  in  vain.  It  is  the  spread  of  a  deeper 
understanding,  intensified  during  three  years 
of  war,  which  in  1917  brought  about  the 
downfall  of  the  bureaucracy  and  the  estab- 
lishment of  freedom.  Free  Russia  seeks 
neither  aggression  nor  oppression,  but  desires- 
solely  the  greatest  good  to  the  Russian  people. 
The  war  will  be  continued  to  a  victorious  end- 
ing and  the  victories  of  peace  are  no  less, 
assured.  The  presence  of  Prince  Lvoff  in  the 
direction  of  affairs  renders  freedom  and  pros- 
perity certain. 


Why  Sweden  Nearly  Fought 


Intervention  on  Behalf  of  Germany  Has 
Been  Narrowly  Averted. 


ALTHOUGH  little  with  reference  to  the 
situation  in  Sweden  has  found  its  way 
into  print  outside  of  the  Swedish  newspapers 
the  fact  remains  that  there  have  been  occa- 
sions when  Sweden  has  been  perilously  close 
to  the  point  of  entering  the  war — on  the  side 
of  Germany!  The  mass  of  the  Swedish  people 
are  strongly  in  sympathy  with  the  Allies,  but 
official  Sweden  is  so  strongly  pro-German  that 
the  voice  of  the  people  has  little  opportunity 
to  show  itself.  Such  is  the  construction  put 
on  the  situation  by  Frank  Dilnot  in  the 
course  of  an  article  in  The  Outlook.  He  says 
in  part: 

Admiral  Lindman  put  before  me  the  case  for 
the  existing  Government,  which  was  profes- 
sedly neutral  but  had  strong  and  indeed  pre- 
dominant German  elements  within  it.  I  got 
the  other  side  of  the  story  from  Mr.  Branting, 
the  Socialist  leader,  a  man  who  ranks  high 
among  the  unofficial  statesmen  of  Europe, 
and  who,  it  is  freely  prophesied,  will  at  an 
early  date  be  the  Swedish  Prime  Minister. 
He  is  ardently  on  the  side  of  the  Allies.  I 
discussed  affairs  with  Mr.  Wallenberg,  the 
Foreign  Minister,  the  strongest  and  ablest 
man  in  the  Cabinet,  whose  sympathy  with 
France  and  England  undoubtedly  was  putting 


a  check  on  pro-German  inclinations  among  his 
colleagues. 

When  I  was  in  Stockholm  (which  was  to- 
wards the  end  of  1916),  there  were  freely  ex- 
pressed anticipations  of  a  change  of  Govern- 
ment, and  that  change,  it  was  believed,  would 
carry  with  it  the  appointment  of  either  Mr. 
Branting  or  Mr.  Wallenberg  as  Prime  Minister 
The  personnel  of  the  present  Ministry  comes 
as  a  surprise,  and  not  altogether  a  pleasant 
one.  Carl  Swartz,  the  new  Premier,  is  little 
known,  and  was  not  even  discussed  by  the 
many  public  men  with  whom  I  talked.  Colonel 
Akerman,  the  new  Minister  for  War,  is  openly 
announced  as  a  strong  pro-German,  and  I  can 
bear  testimony  to  the  fact  that  among  re- 
sponsible persons  Admiral  Lindman  was  freely 
asserted  to  be  a  sympathizer  with  pro-German 
opinion. 

On  top  of  this  is  the  fact  of  the  elimination 
of  Mr.  Wallenberg,  with  pro-Ally  sympathies, 
and  in  many  respects  the  biggest  man  in 
Sweden.  The  situation,  therefore,  is  not  re- 
assuring. There  may  be  big  happenings  in 
Sweden  before  many  months  are  past. 

Of  one  thing  the  Allies  may  rest  assured — 
the  sjrmpathies  of  the  Swedish  people  are  with 
them.  That  fact  is  not  understood  as  clearly 
as  it  might  be  by  those  who  make  the  sweep- 
ing assertion  that  Sweden  is  pro-German. 

Before  I  narrate  some  of  the  remarks  of  Ad- 
miral Lindman  and  Mr.  Branting,  each  of 
them  with  a  different  view-point,  let  me  out- 
line the  drama  of  Sweden  as  it  presents  itself 
at  close   quarters. 

The  King,  with  a  strong-minded  German 
Queen,  the  bureaucrats,  and  many  of  the  rich 
people  are  pro-German.  The  great  mass  of 
the  people  are  pro-Ally;   those  who  are  not 


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,'e  been  held  back  only  by  fear  of  an  auto- 
itic  Russia.  German  influences  have  con- 
iually  made  themsedves  felt,  and  it  is  not 
•d  to  see  why.  Sweden  faces  Russia  and 
^  distrusted  Russia  and  was  startled  when 
nocratic  England  joined  hands  with  her  in 
i    war.       Germany,     efficient,     prosperous, 

rly  organized,  had  for  long  been  exploiting 
dislike  of  Russia.     She  permeated  many 
Sweden's  trade  activities.     Professors  with 
[•man  leanings  were  at  the  Swedish  univer- 
ies.    A  highly  effective  Swedish  army  of  six 
idrcd    thousand    owed    much    to    German 
fhods  of  training.     Ceaseless  German  pro- 
jtanda  was  everywhere  to  be  found.     With 
I    governing    circles    under    German    pre- 
jsessions,   it   is  easy   to   see   the   frictions 
fch  were  certain   to  arise  when  the  Allies 
t  to  impose  restrictions  about  irfiports  and 
jthe  same   time   to   find   a   pathway  across 
|»den  for  sending  supplies  to  Russia.     Ger- 
ny    promptly    tried    to    embroil    Sweden 
inst  the  Allies,  and  has  continued  to  do  so. 
!  met  with  some  success,  because  undoubted 
jnvenicnces   and    losses   were   imposed    on 
5den  by  the  shipping  restrictions.     On  top 
this  were  the  German  influences  at  Court, 
/ertheless  the  heart  of  the  Swedish  people 
lained   sound,   as  was   shown   in   startling 
hion.        A    pro-Ally    legislature    was     in 
rer.    The  pro-Germans  forced  an  election, 
eving  that  the  country  would  back  them 
the  plea  being  lack  of  military  prepared- 
3  for  emergencies.     What  happened?    The 
ntry  returned  to  power  an  assembly  which 
iprised  one  hundred  and  forty-six  social- 
and  Liberals,  nearly  all  sympathetic  with 
jiand  and  France,  and  eighty-six  Conser- 
ives,  most  of  whom   were   against  being 
into  war  on  the  side  of  Germany.      The 
•Germans    were,   however,   by    no    means 
erless.     The  King  put  in  power  a  "busi- 
i    Government,"    who,    while    acclaiming 
•nselves  as  rigidly  neutral,  were  very  much 
-German,  with  the  exception  of  Mr.  Wal- 
)erg,  the  Foreign  Minister.     This  Govern- 
it.  which  has  been  kept  from  any  action 
ard  entering  the  war  on  the  side  of  Ger- 
ly  by  the  progressive  forces  in  the  Riks- 
,  led   by    Mr.    Branting — and   in    a   lesser 
ree  by  the  unwilling  Conservative  minor- 
—  has   nevertheless   pressed  its   neutral 
ms   very    hard   against   the   Allies.       One 
d  not  go  further  than  that.    Admiral  Lind- 
1,  not  in  office,  but  undoubtedly  a  man  with 
'er  behind   the  scenes,  was  one  of  those 
I  opposed  most  forcibly  an  agreement  with 
Allies  which  would   have  given   Sweden 
the   supplies   she   needed   for  sustenance 
Tided  she  agreed  that  these  supplies  should 
release  material  to  be  passed  on  for  Ger- 
ly.     He  took  his  stand  on  the  ground  of 
iden's   dignity   as   a   nation.      That   Great 
tain  was  fighting  for  her  life  had  no  weight 
h  him.      I   am   quite   sure   that   he   would 
er  have  admitted  that  the  Allies  were  ftght- 
the  cause  of  civilization.     It  can  hardly 
loubted  that  Germany  regards  his  appoint- 
it  as    Foreign    Minister   of   Sweden   as   a 
■t  hopeful  sign. 


lustria  and  Baravia 
to  Unite? 

i  ry  Reaches  Outside^  World  of  Secret 
Bickerings  Among  Teutons. 


If  ANY  stories  reach  the  outside  world, 
which  have  probably  little  basis  in  fact, 
lut  the  internal  condition  of  Austria;  al- 
sogh  it  is  certain  that  conditions  are  very 
►  there.  One  story,  however,  comes  from 
>iy  sources  and  may  be  true.  In  fact,  in 
'"  of  the  lack  of  complete  agreement  be- 
r  n  Germany  and  Austria,  it  sounds  plausi- 
'  It  is  told  in  the  Milan  Idea  Nationale 
'  'ollows : 

Certain  utterances  in  Berlin  that  Austria 
«ild  have  to  look  out  for  herself  eventually 
a  ost  created  a  panic.  A  remark  attributed 
'  he  German  Kaiser  has  had  a  wide  circula- 
'1  in  Vienna.     The  Kaiser,  it  is  said,  one 


Men  of  Tomorrow 

Many  a  boy,  started  off  with  a  sorry  fund  of  health,  has  been  built  into  a 
mental  and  physical  "husky"  by  helpful  environment  and  proper  food. 

No  one  can  build  a  sturdy,  time-resisting  vrall  with  poor  materials.     No 
one  can  build  a  strong,  manly  boy  on  flimsy  food. 

The  boy  is  really  more  important  than  the  wall!     Ever  think  of  that? 

You  may  be  very  particular  when  you  inspect  the  materials  you  are  to  put 
into  your  house  walls. 

But  how  about  the  boy — is  his  building  material  being  considered? 

A  true  Brain  and  Body  food  is 

Grape-Nuts 

It  possesses  those  vital  elements  required  by  Nature  for  building  up  strong 
young  bodies  and  active  brains. 


« 


THere's  a  R.eason" 


Bovril  for  Summer 
Cookery- 


_Clever  cooks  use  Bovril  all  the  year 
round.  Bovril  is  the  finest  of  meat  in 
the  handiest  of  forms.  A  spoonful  here  and  there 
makes  a  world  of  diflference  to  the  strength  and 
flavour  of  soups,  gravies,  and  made  dishes.  Never 
be  without  Bovril  in  the  kitchen. 


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To  keep  the  children  clean 

TVJOTHING  does  more  to  make  cleanliness 
attractive  to  youngsters  than  Ivory  Soap. 
In  place  of  the  ordinary  thin,  slow-forming  lather 
it  gives  one  which  h  thick,  rich  and  smooth  and 
which  forms  instantly.  Instead  of  sticking  to  the 
skin  and  making  a  greasy  gloss,  it  rinses  easily, 
leaving  the  skin  clean  of  soap  as  well  as  of  dirt. 
Instead  of  burning  the  skin  and  making  it  smart 
long  after  the  toilet,  it  feels  mild  and  grateftil 
and  leaves  no  irritation  whatever.  Instead  of 
sinking  out  of  sight  and  reach,  it  floats  conven- 
iently at  hand. 

That  millions  of  children  have  been  "brought  up" 
on  Ivory  Soap  is  the  best  proof  that  it  is  the 
soap  for  you  and  yours. 


5  CENTS 

IVORY  SOAP  S  99^0^  PURE 


)#;ii  ■ 


Made  in  the  Procter  &  Gamble  factories  at  Hamilton,  Canada 


day  in  the  presence  of  some  Austrian  officers, 
said,  as  if  half  in  jest  and  half  in  earnest, 
that  it  would  not  be  just  that  Germany,  hav- 
ing made  by  far  the  greatest  sacrifices  in  the 
war,  should  also  bear  the  greater  part  of  the 
expenses. 

"  Immediately  afterward  it  was  noticed 
that  Austrian  diplomacy  was  making  efforts 
at  a  closer  rapprochement  with  some  of  the 
South-German  States.  The  young  Imperial 
couple  first  visited  Munich,  and  negotiations,  it 
is  said,  were  proposed  foe  the  union  of  Bava- 
ria and  Austria  against  Prussia. 

"  Austria  hoped  to  find  a  strong  and  safe 
ally  in  Bavaria,  the  largest  of  the  German 
Catholic  States,  and  it  is  hinted  that  even  the 
good  offices  of  the  Vatican  were  solicited.  But 
nothing  could  be  done  in  this  direction  with- 
out its  being  noticed  at  once  by  Berlin,  which 
instantly  took  steps  to  defeat  any  such  sep- 
aratist tendencies.  Pressure  of  such  a  nature 
in  fact  was  brought  to  bear  on  the  King  of 
Bavaria  as  to  compel  him  to  visit  the  German 
headquarters,  and,  as  has  been  seen,  the 
Kaiser  undertook  personally  to  go  and  settle 
things   in   Vienna. 

"  Vatican  circles,  it  is  hinted,  were  tempted 
with  the  suggestion  of  creating  a  Catholic 
South-German  State  by  means  of  a  union  be- 
tween Austria  and  Bavaria,  and  agents  have 
been  working  in  Paris  and  London  to  obtain 
eventual  approval  of  such  a  scheme.  These 
agents,  it  is  said,  are  secretly  approved  by 
Austria.  They  are  very  discreet,  but  all  the 
more  insidious." 


Is  the  Moon  a 
Target? 

Theory  Advanced  to  Account  for 
"Craters"  on  the  Surface. 


IS  the  moon  a  target  for  a  continued  hail 
of  meteors  of  great  size?  Are  the  craters 
with  which  the  moon's  surface  is  pitted, 
merely  the  indentations  left  by  the  impact 
of  meteors?  This  theory  is  based  on  the  older 
theory  that  the  moon  was  formed  by  the 
gradual  accretion  of  meteoric  matter  which 
revolved  in  a  circle  around  the  earth.  It  is 
not  new,  but  Donald  Putnam  Beard  re-intro- 
duces it  in  new  form  in  Popular  Astronomy, 
and  lends  substance  to  it  in  a  very  practical 
way.     He  says: 

"If  we  consider  the  moon  as  an  edifice 
•which  had  its  foundation  in  a  ring  or  shoal 
of  meteors  encompassed  by  the  primeval  earth, 
and  similar  to  the  giant  planet  Saturn  (the 
meteoric  constitution  of  whose  rings  was 
spectroscopically 'demonstrated  by  Keeler  in 
1895),  and  if  we  imagine  this  shoal  gravi- 
tating together  and  building  up  our  satellite 
by  accretion,  no  violence  is  done  the  essential 
principles  of  Laplace's  immortal  nebular  hypo- 
thesis. Meteors  replace  molecules,  that  is 
all,  as  long  ago  pointed  out  by  the  late  A.  C. 
Young.  The  mechanical  behaviour  af  a  meteor 
swarm  containing  individual  masses  and  en- 
dowed with  the  ordinary  velocities  of  meteors 
would  be  precisely  similar  to  a  nebulous  mass 
of  continuous  gas. 

"The  mathematical  analysis  of  the  mechan- 
ical conception  of  a  Saturnian  ring  is  not  in 
place  in  a  discussion  of  this  nature,  but  by 
imparting  to  the  postulated  meteors  in  the 
swarm  orbits  not  widely  variant  from  that 
of  the  moon's,  and  in  a  similar  direction,  their 
initial  velocities  at  impact  were  small  as  com- 
pared with  those  created  by  the  moon  alone. 
Since  the  course  of  these  moonlets  were  parts 
of  curved  orbits  with  the  moon  as  their  focus, 
they  can  not  justly  be  considered  as  straight 
lines.  By  restricting  these  meteors  to  a  thin 
plain  ring,  and  assuming  a  fairly  equable 
distribution  through  the  plane,  the  distribu- 
tion of  impact  angles  deduced  by  Gilbert  yields 
a  curve  in  which  58  per  cent,  deviate  from  the 
less  than  20  degrees;  70  per  cent.  less  than 
30  degrees,  while  80  per  cent,  fall  within 
40  degrees  from  the  true  vertical  line.    To  th«r 


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47 


vertical  infalls  consequent  upon  this  condition 
is  due  to  the  prevalent  circularity  of  the 
craters. 

Laboratory  experiments  with  a  lead  disc 
5.5  inches  in  diameter  and  about  0.5  inches 
thick  as  a  target,  into  which  .22  caliber  bullets 
of  the  same  material  were  fired,  demonstrate 
experimentally  the  effect  produced  by  the  im- 
pacting moonlets  upon  the  moon's  surface. 
Interesting  replicas  of  the  moon's  crater 
forms  were  thus  obtained  by  the  writer.     .     . 

"The  foregoing  cursory  discussion  of  the 
moonlet  impact  doctrine,  adhering  to  purely 
physical  lines  of  reasoning,  has  revealed  a 
hypothesis  which  logically  and  comprehen- 
sively illuminates  the  varied  and  obscure 
phenomena  of  our  satellite,  the  moon,  and 
reconciles  theory  with  the  details  revealed 
by  the  telescope.  As  Professor  Gilbert  fit- 
tingly remarked:  'The  impact  theory  applies 
a  single  process  to  the  entire  series,  corre- 
lating size  variation  with  form  variation  in  a 
rational  way.  It  brings  to  light  the  history 
of  a  great  cataclysm,  whose  results  include 
the  remodelling  of  vast  areas,  the  flooding 
of  crater  cups,  the  formation  of  irregular 
maria,  and  the  conversion  of  mere  cracks  to 
rills  Vifith  flat  bottoms.  ...  In  fine,  it 
unites  and  organizes  as  a  rational  and  cohe- 
rent whole  the  varied  strange  appearances 
whose  assemblage  on  our  neighbor's  face  can 
not  have  been  fortuitous.' 

"Through  the  inconceivably  gradual  process 
of  accretion  the  substances  which  were  busied 
to  form  the  moon's  mass  did  not  undergo 
fusion,  consequently,  the  motive  force  for 
the  initiation  of  volcanic  processes  was  never 
present  in  our  satellite.  And  even  had  molten 
lava  underlaid  the  lunar  crust,  the  absence 
there  of  gas  in  the  dark  maria  went  bail  for 
the  immunity  of  tlie  moon  against  the  ravages 
of    volcanic    fury 

"Thus,  meteors,  or  rather  moonlets,  act  as 
protagonist  to  the  solution  of  the  lunar  enigma 
— Rosetta  stones  by  which  we  may  compre- 
hensively deciper  the  old-age  lunar  hierogly- 
phic and  evoke  a  clear  conception  of  what 
went  before  our  tardy  advent  upon  the  scene 
of  things  cosmic." 


Food-price  Control 

.4    Comparison   of   German   and   British 
Methods. 


IT  HAS  so  often  been  asserted  that  Germany 
has  been  efficient  in  all  points  of  war  or- 
ganization that  the  world  has  come  to  accept 
it  as  a  fact.  In  view  of  this  it  is  interesting 
to  find  that  in  one  respect  where  German 
efficiency  was  presumed  to  be  especially  high, 
the  failure  scored  has  been  complete.  This  is 
in  the  matter  of  the  control  of  food  supplies 
and  prices.  Discussing  this  question  Judson 
C.  Welliver  writes  in  Munsey's  Magazine: 

At  the  very  beginning  of  the  war,  Ger- 
many, which  is  as  essentially  autocratic  as 
England  is  democratic,  promptly  decided  that 
the  way  to  prevent  high  prices  and  scarcity 
was  to  compel  those  who  had  supplies  to  sell 
to  those  who  had  not,  at  prices  that  the  latter 
could  pay.  Accordingly,  orders  were  issued 
for  fixing  maximum  prices  on  foodstuffs  by 
local  authorities  throughout  the  country.  The 
most  drastic  penalties  were  provided.  A 
business  establishment  could  be  closed  if  it 
charged  more  than  the  maximum.  Persons 
who  possessed  supplies  of  necessaries  and 
refused  to  sell  them  at  the  fixed  prices  were  to 
be  severely  punished. 

Accounts  of  these  rigorous  procedures  were 
sent  to  the  United  States,  and  not  a  few  short- 
sighted people  pointed  to  them  as  a  proof  of 
German  efficiency  and  capacity  for  organiza- 
tion. As  a  matter  of  fact,  however,  they 
failed  to  work  satisfactorily. 

Maximum  prices  were  not  unifor.-n  through- 
out the  country,  being  fixed  by  local  authority. 
As  a  result,  there  was  great  inequality  in 
distribution,  because  staples  went  to  the  mar- 
kets where  prices  were  highest,  producing  a 
glut  in  one  place  and  scarcity  in  another.  The 
glutted    market    invariably    saw    prices    de- 


Wheat 

Bubbles 


As  She  Serves  Them 
—And  Why 


Have  you  noted  how 
many  health  articles  now 
advise  eating  Puffed 
Wheat? 

Do  you  know  how  often 
Puffed  Wheat  appears  on 
doctors'  diet  lists?  And 
how  many  nurses  ser\'e  it 
under  doctors'  orders? 


Not  because  it  is  sick  folks'  food.     But  becaiise  it  is  whole  wheat  m 

made  wholly  digestible  J 

It  is  scientific  food — a  Prof.  Anderson  creation.     Every  food  cell  g: 
is  exploded — every  atom  feeds. 

Toast  used  to  be  the  grain-food  when  digestion  was  delicate.    The  § 

scorching,  perhaps,  broke  up  half  the  food  granules.    But  now  it  i.^  1 
whole-wheat — not  part-wheat.    And  all  the  food  cells  are  broken. 


The  same  rule  applies  to  well 
folks.  Whole  grains  are  far  better 
than  flour  foods.  And  this  puffing 
process  —  shooting  from  guns  — 
makes  all  the  whole-grain  avail- 
able. 


And  it  makes  it  delightful.  These 
giant  grains,  airy,  thin  and  toasted, 
are  really  food  confections. 


Puffed 
Wheat 


Puffed 
Rice 


Each  15c  Except  in  Far  West 


IN  MILK 

Float  like  bubbles  in  your  bowls 
of  milk.  They  are  flaky,  flavory, 
porous,  crisp — easy  to  digest. 


ON  ICE  CREAM 
Scatter  them  over  a  dish  of  ice 
cream,  to  give  a  nut-like  flavor. 


The  Quaker  0^^s  Q>mpany 


Peterborough,  Canada 


Sole  Makers 


Saskatoon,  Canada 


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The  Hardest  Part  of 

Housework  Made 

Easy 

A  housewife's  biggest  enemy  is 
dust — it  gets  everywhere,  and 
seems  it  takes  special  delight  in 
settling  in  the  hard-to-get-at- 
parts  of  house  furniture — radi- 
ators, bannisters  and  awkward 
comers.  In  the  ordinary  way  of 
cleaning  these  parts  defy  the 
diligence  of  the  housewife. 
With  the  housewife  who  is  the 
fortunate  possessor  of  an 


SUCTION  CLEANER 

it  is  different.  Without  effort  or 
fuss  all  awkward  parts  become 
accessible,  and  are  quickly  and 
easily  cleaned.  The  OHIO  not 
only  cleans  the  most  difficult 
parts  to  get  at,  but  keeps  all  of 
the  rooms  immaculately  clean — 
Rugs,  Carpets,  Wall-Coverings 
and  Upholstered  Furniture  are 
not  only  surface  cleaned,  but  the 
invisible,  fine  destructive  dirt 
cannot  escape  the  thoroughness 
of  the  OHIO. 

All  this  is  accomplished — easily, 
quickly,  without  fatigue  to  the 
housewife.  It  means  health  pre- 
served— more  time  for  pleasure 
and  the  elimination  of  irksome 
drudgery.  Why  not  have  these 
advantages? 

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pressed,  while  the  unsupplied  market  saw 
them  advanced  far  above  the  maximum  limit, 
which  could  not  be  enforced  in  such  circum- 
stances. 

During  the  first  three  or  four  months  of 
war,  chaos  reigned  because  of  these  conditions. 
Then  the  Government,  realizing  that  it  was 
unsatisfactory  to  prescribe  prices  for  some 
staples  unless  all  were  included,  and  that 
retail  prices  cannot  be  governed  unless  whole- 
sale prices  are  brought  into  line,  undertook 
to  establish  a  system  by  fixing  the  wholesale 
prices.  Obviously,  it  is  impossible  to  make 
bread  cheap  while  flour  is  dear,  or  to  make 
meat  reasonable  while  live  stock  is  held  at 
fancy  quotations. 

Again,  however,  the  scheme  failed.  The 
prices  were  not  and  could  not  be  made  uni- 
form throughout  Germany.  Areas  which 
possessed  great  quantities  of  certain  staples 
were  in  some  cases  left  with  practically  none 
of  those  staples  to  consume,  because  the  goods 
were  shipped  away  to  places  where  higher 
prices  could  be  realized.  A  dealer  would  sell 
grain  or  flour  ior  fixed  prices,  but  would 
manage  to  work  in  a  commission,  or  an  extra 
charge  for  bundling,  for  delivery,  or  some 
other  service;  so  the  scheme  of  fixing  both 
wholesale  and  retail  prices  broke  down. 

Then  the  government  determined  to  take 
over,  at  fixed  prices,  the  whole  national  supply 
of  wheat,  oats,  barley,  and  rye.  The  new 
method  was  put  into  operation  at  the  begin- 
ning of  1915.  It  took  half  a  year  to  build  up 
a  characteristically  German  scheme  of  con- 
trol, operating  down  to  the  minutest  detail. 
An  army  of  clerks  and  controllers  was  em- 
ployed; and  yet  the  system  had  no  sooner 
been  put  into  general  operation  than  it  was 
discovered  to  be  a  failure.  The  food  supply  of 
the  country  was  enmeshed  in  a  tangle  of  red 
tape  and  burdened  with  the  expense  of  a  great 
corps  of  officialdom. 

Moreover,  neither  producer  nor  consumer 
could  be  induced  to  give  any  moral  support 
to  the  scheme.  The  man  with  money  and 
an  appetite  would  take  any  chance  in  order  to 
please  his  tastes.  The  man  with  the  supplies 
to  sell  invariably  found  a  way  of  evading  the 
law  if  he  was  tempted  by  the  offer  of  excessive 
prices.  In  the  last  days  of  1916  Herr  van  Ba- 
tocki,  head  of  the  government  food  bureau, 
frankly  admitted  that  the  whole  system  had 
failed. 

"Maximum  prices  without  the  simultane- 
ous administration  of  supplies,"  he  is  reported 
as  saying,  "only  keep  food  away  from  towns 
and  industrial  centers,  leaving  it  entirely  in 
the  hands  of  producers  and  consumers  in  the 
vicinity." 

Thus  for  two  years  Germany  had  devoted 
a  stupendous  amount  of  energy  to  solving  the 
food  question  through  government  control, 
and  had  then  had  to  confess  the  whole  thing 
a  failure.  During  all  that  time,  it  appears, 
nothing  had  been  done  to  encourage  produc- 
ing under  a  proper  application  of  the  law 
of  supply  and  demand. 

It  may  be  hard  on  the  consuming  public, 
but  it  is  nevertheless  a  fact,  as  attested  by 
all  experience,  that  the  one  way  to  induce 
large  production  is  to  pay  large  prices.  Ger- 
many has  discovered  this  fact,  but  so  late 
that  she  is  probably  paying  a  heavy  penalty 
for  her  mistake. 

In  England,  the  people  who  are  giving  at- 
tention to  this  same  set  of  problems  find  them 
to-day  in  just  about  the  same  stage  as  what 
Germany  had  to  face  two  years  ago.  The 
blockade  of  German  ports  and  the  cutting  off 
of  supplies  from  Russia  brought  Germany 
very  quickly  to  the  state  in  which  England 
and  France  are  now  beginning  to  find  them- 
selves. 

Germany,  before  the  war,  was  producing 
about  seventy  per  cent,  of  her  own  food  re- 
quirements. England  was  a  good  deal  farther 
away  from  being  self-supplied.  But  England 
retained,  and  still  retains,  the  privilege  of 
importing.  Submarine  activities,  however, 
together  with  the  withdrawal  of  shipping  for 
military  and  naval  purposes,  have  seriously 
reduced  her  capacity  to  import,  and  so  Great 
Britain  now  confronts  the  necessity  of  in- 
ducing larger  home  production. 

It  is  right  here  that  the  fundamental  dif- 
ference between  the  German  and  the  British 
habit  of  thought  becomes  apparent.  Germany 
is  devoted  to  the  idea  that  almost  anything 
can  be  done  by  government  regulation.     The 


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Englishman  traditionally  believes  in  the  larg- 
est liberty  of  the  individual  and  the  widest 
operation  of  the  natural  laws  of  trade.  He 
wants  to  sell  where  he  can  sell  for  the  best 
price,  and  buy  where  he  can  buy  most  cheaply; 
and  he  has  no  confidence  in  any  other  system. 

So,  while  there  is  a  good  deal  of  talk  about 
fixing  maximum  prices  and  compelling  people 
to  raise  foodstuffs  for  those  prices,  the  gen- 
eral British  disposition  is  toward  encouraging 
production  by  permitting  prices  that  will 
stimulate  it.  There  is  a  firm  basis  of  convic- 
tion among  English  people  that  the  best  way 
to  enforce  economy  of  consumption  is  to  per- 
mit prices  to  be  high. 

Germany  tried  the  other  plan,  and  just  so 
far  as  regulation  kept  prices  down,  it  frus- 
trated the  demand  for  economy.  At  the  same 
time  it  discouraged  the  increase  of  production; 
for  you  may  appeal  to  the  patriotism  of  the 
farmer  until  you  are  black  in  the  face,  urg- 
ing him  that  the  national  life  depends  on  his 
getting  up  earlier  in  the  morning,  working 
later  at  night,  bending  his  back  more  lustily 
to  his  task,  and  making  his  soil  more  fruit- 
ful; but  he  does  not  do  it  unless  he  sees  a 
profit  in  it  for  him. 

The  English  plan,  then,  is  to  interfere  just 
as  little  as  possible  with  the  natural  pro- 
cesses of  distribution,  and  to  let  the  producer 
produce  at  a  stimulating  profit.  Indeed,  the 
British  government  has  gone  so  far  as  to  pro- 
mise the  farmers  that  the  price  of  wheat 
shall  be  high  for  the  next  six  years.  It  has 
guaranteed  that  they  shall  receive  at  least 
sixty  shillings  per  quarter — equivalent  to 
a  dollar  and  seventy-four  cents  per  bushel — 
for  all  that  they  can  raise  this  summer;  and 
for  five  following  seasons  it  gives  the  same 
guarantee  at  a  figure  gradually  declining  to 
forty-five  shillings  per  quarter,  or  a  dollar 
and  thirty  cents  per  bushel. 


Statler's  Secret  of 
Success 

Principles  on  Which  Great  Hotelman  Has 
"Made  Good." 


ONE  OP  the  most  successful  hotelmen  in 
the  world,  E.  M.  Statler,  tells  in  the 
American  Magazine  his  ideas  on  success  in 
keeping  hotel.  It  is  a  long  and  extremely  in- 
teresting argument  for  service  and  cheerful- 
ness. It  is  impressed  on  every  employee 
that  he  must  always  be  obliging  and  courteous. 
That  sums  up  the  whole  Statler  policy. 

In  the  course  of  his  article  Mr.  Statler  tells 
the  following  stories,  which  are  well  worth 
reprinting: 

About  three  years  ago  one  of  the  boys 
in  our  Cleveland  house  was  called  to  the 
room  of  a  Nashville,  Tennessee,banker.  The 
boy  did  what  he  was  asked  to  do,  and  did  it 
promptly  and  courteously.  As  he  started  to 
leave,  the  banker  handed  him  a  penny.  In- 
stead of  showing  pique  or  surprise,  the  boy 
quietly  thanked  the  guest  and  went  out, 
closing  the  door  carefully. 

Five  minutes  later  the  banker  came  rushing 
up  to  the  desk. 

"I  just  called  a  boy  to  my  room,"  he  ex- 
claimed. "I  want  to  see  him  again."  The 
boy  was  sent  for. 

"A  few  minutes  ago,"  said  the  banker,  "I 
handed  you  a  penny  in  my  room.  I  thought 
it  was  a  dime.  It  seemed  to  make  no  differ- 
ence with  you;  if  it  had  been  a  dollar  you 
couldn't  have  been  more  courteous.  Here, 
take  this!"  and  he  handed  the  Boy  a  five-dollar 
bill. 

This  incident  supports  a  fact  that  I  try  to 
impress  on  everyone  who  works  for  me,  that 
constant  courtesy  and  attention  to  little 
things   bring   them   success. 

I  know  a  room  clerk  who  got  so  interested 
in  waiting  on  an  alleged  mining  expert  from 
Brazil  that  he  overlooked  some  requests  made 
by  an  unimportant-appearing  guest  who  had 
taken  a  two-dollar-and-fifty-cent  room.  The 
next  day  the  psuedo-mining  expert  had  dis- 
appeared— leaving  two  empty  trunks  and  a 


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worthless  forty-dollar  cheque,  which  he  had 
cashed.  That  afternoon  the  other  guest  left 
for  St.  Louis,  where  he  engaged  as  assistant 
manager  of  a  hotel  he  was  building  a  man 
whose  name  had  appeared  on  his  list  of  possi- 
bilities just  below  that  of  the  clerk  who  had 
slighted  him  for  the  bogus  mining  expert. 

Cheerful-faced  attendants  will  make  and 
hold  custom  for  a  hotel.  A  natural  smile 
beats  all  the  artificial  decoration  in  the 
world.  I  can  train  and  educate  an  ordinary 
fellow  of  good,  amiable  disposition,  but  I 
can't  train  a  grouch.    No  one  can. 


Britain  and  America 
— A  Comparison 

Lord  Northcliffe  Deals  With  the  Demo- 
cratic Institutions  of  the  Two 
Countries 


THAT  Britain  has  outstripped  the  United 
States  in  certain  essential  points  is  the 
fact  very  interestingly  presented  by  Lord 
Northcliffe  in  the  course  of  an  article  in  the 
Metropolitan  Magazine,  addressed  to  the 
American  people  and  headed  "a  friendly  talk 
about  your  out-of-date  government."  He 
deals  at  length  with  the  point  that  the 
average  American  thinks  of  Britain  in  terms 
of  the  past;  and  he  scouts  the  idea  that  Bri- 
tain to-day  is  a  class-ruled  kingdom. 

I  venture  to  say  that  the  special  financial 
burdens  which  have  been  laid  on  the  Govern- 
ment at  Washington  by  the  movement  toward 
Preparedness  have  not  been  passed  on  to  the 
rich  any  more  directly  or  immediately  than 
has  been  the  case  with  the  present  special 
financial  burdens  of  the  Government  at  Lon- 
don. In  fact,  I  ask  for  information:  Can  you 
say  that  your  national  taxation  for  war-pur- 
poses really  hits  the  rich  as  straight  between 
the  eyes  as  ours  does? 

We  have  not  been  content,  however,  with 
simply  taxing  the  rich.  We  have  also  brought 
their  business  under  an  increasingly  strin- 
gent public  control.  First  the  railways,  then 
part  of  the  shipping,  then  some  of  the  coal- 
mines, then  the  rest  of  the  coal-mines  and  the 
rest  of  the  shipping  have  come  under  the 
hands  of  the  Government  and  have  been  placed 
in  a  position  in  which  they  must  do  whatever 
the  Government  tells  them  to  do  and  do  it 
forthwith.  This  is  not  mere  "regulation." 
It  is  an  operative  control,  to  be  exercised  to 
almost  any  degree  to  which  the  Government 
wishes  to  exercise  it. 

Now  our  railways  and  our  ships  and  our 
coal-mines  are  our  three  strategic  industries. 
We  have  made  them  the  servants  of  the 
Government.  The  precedent  has  been  set. 
Not  everything  that  has  been  done  during  the 
war  will  remain;  but  the  spirit  which  has 
made  such  things  possible  will  largely  remain; 
and  our  strategic  industries,  even  after  the 
war,  will  continue  to  have  an  immensely 
greater  public  national  purpose  than  they 
ever  had  before. 

As  for  the  field  of  manufacture,  some  5,000 
factories  have  become  "controlled  establish- 
ments," subject  in  virtually  every  particular 
to  the  will  of  the  Minister  of  Munitions;  and 
from  these  factories,  and  also  from  thousands 
of  other  factories,  the  Government  is  \)uying 
its  war-supplies  at  prices  which  are  remark- 
ably satisfactory;  because,  if  they  are  not 
satisfactory,  the  Government  goes  in  and 
fixes  its  own  absolute  calculations  of  the  cost 
of  production. 

If  you  look  at  our  industrial  life  to-day — 
railways,  ships,  mines,  factories — you  will  see 
that  even  in  the  midst  of  war,  when  usually 
everything  is  lost  sight  of  except  the  imme- 
diate need  of  victory  in  the  field  at  all  costs, 
we  have  gone  far  indeed,  both  by  taxation  and 
by  public  control,  toward  obliging  capital  to 
serve  the  Government  justly  and  economically. 

Labor,  too,  has  been  brought  to  serve  the 
Government;  but  I  ask  you  to  notice  a  most 
significant  fact  about  the  way  in  which  this 
has   been   done.     People   sometimes   say   that 


TAe  light  that  says 


There  are  nooks  and 
corners  in  every  home  that 
even  daylight  cannot  reach — 

where  matches,  candles  or  lamps  are  posi- 
tively dangerous.  That's  why  you  need  an 
Eveready  DAYLO*  about  the  house,  for  both 
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duct but  a  mark  by  which  the  public  will  hereafter 
distinj^uish  between  the  ordinary  "flasher"  or  "flash- 
light" and  the  hij^hest  development  of  the  portable 
electric  light. 

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quickly. 

when  you  lose  a  key, 
a  coin  or  a  ring  in 
the    dark 

when  the  watch  dog 
barks  his  alarm 

when  all  the  lights  in 
the  house  go  out 

when  the  wrong  med- 
icine bottle  may 
mean  a  tragedy 

whenever  you  need 
light  —  indoors  or 
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Parliament,  in  the  Munitions  Act  "abolished" 
the  trade-union  "restrictions"  and  the  other 
trade-union  "rules"  and  "practices"  which 
might  interfere  with  the  rapid  manufacture  of 
war  supplies.  No  such  statement  of  the  case 
is  really  accurate.  What  Parliament  did  in 
the  Munitions  Act  in  this  respect  was  simply 
to  put  into  formal  law  what  had  been  done 
already  by  the  trade-unions  themselves 
through  their  representatives  in  the  "Trea- 
sury Agreement"  with  Lloyd  George.  The 
trade-unions  were  not  coerced.  They  sur- 
rendered their  "restrictions"  of  their  own  free 
will.  If  any  American  thinks  that  the  "aris- 
tocracy" which  is  supposed  to  govern  this 
country  can  issue  off-hand  "orders"  and 
"edicts"  to  the  "common  people,"  he  should 
come  and  live  here  for  a  while.  Even  after 
the  Munitions  Act  was  passed,  when  the 
Government  went  on  to  apply  it,  we  had  a 
whole  series  of  "special  agreements,"  in  trade 
after  trade,  signed  by  the  Government  and 
the  employers  and  the  trade-unions,  fixing  the 
precise  methods  by  which  the  new  "rules"  and 
the  new  "practices,"  increasing  output  and 
admitting  unskilled  men  and  women  into  the 
trade,  were  to  be  introduced.  From  beginning 
to  end  the  "abolishment"  of  the  trade-union 
"restrictions"  was  really  done  by  labor  itself 
as  a  spontaneous  sacrifice  to  Britain's  cause. 

Our  national  recognition  of  this  sacrifice, 
our  national  recognition  of  labor's  power 
either  to  make  such  a  sacrifice  or  to  withhold 
it,  is  seen  in  the  prominence  we  have  given  to 
labor's  representatives  in  the  present  Gov- 
ernment. But  we  have  recognized  labor's 
power  and  labor's  special  needs,  really,  for 
many  years.  We  had  insurance  against  acci- 
dents to  employees  long  before  you  had  it  in 
any  of  your  states.  We  then  installed  insur- 
ance against  sickness  for  virtually  all  work- 
ing people  and  insurance  against  unemploy- 
ment for  large  groups  of  working  people. 
Neither  of  these  last  two  measures  have  you 
yet  adopted.  You  will  doubtless  adopt  them  in 
time,  and  you  can  learn  much  from  the  inci- 
dental mistakes  we  made  in  our  first  drafts 
of  them.  You  are  already  discussing  them  and 
preparing  to  import  the  idea  of  them  into  the 
United  States.  You  have  not  led  us  in  such 
things.    You  are  following  us. 

One  reason  for  this  is  that  with  you,  in  the 
United  States,  labor  remains  swamped  under 
the  flood  of  lawyer-politicians.  •  With  us,  in 
Great  Britain,  labor  has  emerged  into  public 
life  with  its  own  self-selected  political  repre- 
sentatives. Our  system,  I  repeat,  gives  repre- 
sentation, real,  personal,  direct  representa- 
tion, to  every  important  social  group. 

The  great  illustration  of  this  fact  was  seen 
when  Mr.  Asquith's  Goverment  fell  and  Mr. 
Lloyd  George  was  striving  to  assemble  a  new 
Government  to  take  its  place.  The  labor 
Parliamentary  party  met  to  decide  whether 
or  not  it  should  permit  its  members  to  accept 
invitations  to  enter  the  new  Government. 
That  was  the  voice  of  labor  itself,  in  Par- 
liament, through  trade-union  members  of  Par- 
liament, declaring  labor's  will.  It  was  a  cri- 
tical time.  The  decision  finally  was  favor- 
able. Labor  entered  the  new  Government  and 
shared  in  organizing  it.  Labor  did  not  merely 
consent  to  the  new  Government.  It  helped 
to  create  it. 

The  important  fact  about  the  United  States 
to-day  for  us  Britons  is  not  that  it  was  first 
peopled  by  a  certain  number  of  settlers  from 
England,  but  that  it  is,  most  seriously,  a  great 
progressive  "democracy."  The  important  fact 
about  Great  Britain  to-day  for  you  Americans 
is  not  that  it  was,  to  a  certain  extent,  the  first 
"mother  country"  of  the  United  States,  but 
that  it  also  is  a  great  progressive  "democ- 
racy." Our  respective  institutions  differ  in 
method.  We  have  a  House  of  Lords.  You 
have  not.  We  have  a  labor  party.  You  have 
not.  You  prefer  to  be  governed  by  a  numeri- 
cal majority  of  all  classes  put  together.  We 
prefer  to  be  governed,  in  essence,  by  groups. 
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certain  matters  —  very  important  ones  —  in 
which,  as  it  seems  to  me,  we  have  outstripped 
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where  his  own  tent  showed  white  amid 
the  smoke-blaclcened  teepees  of  the  In- 
dians. 

The  thing,  however,  that  caused  him 
the  greatest  uneasiness  was  the  suspicion 
that  there  was  a  leak  in  his  system.  How 
had  MacNair  known  that  he  would  be  at 
Fort  Rae?  Why  had  he  came  down  the 
Yellow  Knife?  And  why  had  the  two 
Indian  scouts  failed  to  report  the  man's 
coming?  Only  one  of  the  Indians  had 
returned  at  all,  and  his  report  that  the 
other  had  been  killed  by  one  of  Mac- 
Nair's  retainers  had  seemed  unconvincing. 
However,  Lapierre  had  accepted  the  story, 
but  all  through  the  days  of  the  building 
he  had  secretly  watched  him.  The  man 
was  one  of  his  trusted  Indians — so  was 
the  one  he  reported  killed. 


UPON  the  outskirts  of  the  camp  La- 
pierre halted — thinking.  LeFroy  had 
also  watched — he  must  see  LeFroy.  Pick- 
ing his  way  among  the  teepees,  he  ad- 
vanced to  his  own  tent.  Groups  of  In- 
dians and  half-breeds,  hunched  about 
their  fires,  were  eating  supper.  They 
eyed  him  respectfully  as  he  passed,  and 
in  response  to  a  signal,  LeFroy  arose  and 
followed  him  to  the  tent. 

Once  inside,  Lapierre  fixed  his  eyes 
upon  the  bass  canoeman. 

"Well — you  have  watched  Apaw — what 
have  you  found  out?" 

"Apaw — I'm  t'ink  she  spik  de  trut'." 

"Speak  the  truth— hell!  Why  didn't 
he  get  down  here  ahead  of  MacNair, 
then?  What  have  I  got  spies  for — to 
drag  in  after  MacNair's  gone  and  tell  me 
he's  been  here?" 

LeFroy  shrugged.  "MacNair's  Injuns 
— dey  com'  pret'  near  catch  Apaw — dey 
keel  Stamix.  Apaw,  she  got  'way  by  com' 
roun'  by  de  Black  Fox." 

Lapierre  nodded,  scowling.  He  trusted 
LeFroy;  and  having  recognized  in  him  one 
as  unscrupulous  and  nearly  as  resourceful 
and  penetrating  as  himself,  had  placed 
him  in  charge  of  the  canoemen,  the  men 
who,  in  the  words  of  the  leader,  "kept 
cases  on  the  north,"  and  to  whose  lot  fell 
the  final  distribution  of  the  whisky  to  the 
Indians.  But  so,  also,  had  he  trusted  the 
boasting,  flaunting  Vermilion. 

"All  right;  but  keep  your  eye  on  him," 
he  said,  smiling  sardonically,  "and  you 
may  learn  a  lesson.  Now  you  listen  to 
me.  You  are  to  stay  here.  Miss  Ellis- 
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Get  the  trade  in  here — see?  Keep  your 
prices  down  to  just  below  company 
prices,  and  then  skin  'em  on  the  fur — 
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LeFroy  looked  at  chief  in  surprise. 

"Vermilion  —  she  got  ten  keg  on  de 
scow "  he  began. 

Lapierre  laughed. 

"Vermilion,  eh?  Do  you  know  where 
Vermilion  is?" 

LeFroy  shook  his  head. 

"He's  in  hell — that's  where  he  is — I 
dismissed  him  from  my  service.  He 
didn't  run  straight.  Some  others  went 
along  with  him — and  there  are  more  to 
follow.  Vermilion  thought  he  could 
double-cross  me  and  get  away  with  it." 
And  again  he  laughed. 

Lefroy  shuddered  and  made  no  com- 
ment.   Lapierre  continued: 

"Make  out  your  list  of  supplies,  and 
if  I  don't  show  up  in  the  meantime,  meet 
me  at  the  mouth  of  the  Slave  three  weeks 
from  to-day.  I've  got  to  count  days  if  I 
get  back  before  the  freeze  up.  And  re- 
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Elliston;  we've  got  a  big  thing  if  we 
work  it  right;  we've  got  MacNair  where 
we  want  him  at  last.  She  thinks  he's 
running  in  whisky  and  raising  hell  with 
the  Indians  north  of  here.  Keep  her 
thinking  so;  and  later,  when  it  comes  to 
a  show-down — well,  she  is  not  only  rich, 
but  she's  in  good  at  Ottawa — see?" 

LEFROY  nodded.  He  was  a  man  of  few 
words,  was  LeFroy;  dour  and  taci- 
turn, but  a  man  of  brains,  and  one  who 
stood  in  wholesome  fear  of  his  master. 

"And  now,"  continued  Lapierre,  "break 
camp  and  load  the  canoes.  I  must  pull 
out  to-night.  Pick  out  your  men  and 
move  'em  at  once  into  the  barracks.  You 
understand   everything  now?" 

"Oui,"  answered  LeFroy,  and  stepping 
from  the  tent,  passed  swiftly  from  fire  to 
fire,  issuing  commands  in  low  guttural. 
Lapierre  rolled  a  cigarette,  and  taking  a 
guitar  from  its  case,  seated  himself  upon 
his  blankets  and  played  with  the  hand  of 
a  master  as  he  sang  a  love-song  of  old 
France.  All  about  him  sounded  the  clat- 
ter of  lodge-poles,  the  thud  of  packs,  and 
the  splashing  of  water  as  the  big  canoes 
were  pushed  into  the  river  and  loaded. 

Presently  LeFroy's  head  thrust  in  at 
the  entrance.  He  spoke  no  word ;  Lapierre 
sang  on,  and  the  head  was  withdrawn. 
When  the  song  was  finished  the  sounds 
from  the  outside  had  ceased.  Lapierre 
carefully  replaced  his  guitar  in  its  case, 
drew  a  heavy  revolver  from  its  holster, 
threw  it  open,  and  twirled  the  cylinder 
with  his  thumb,  examining  carefully  its 
chambers.  His  brows  drew  together,  and 
his  lips  twisted  into  a  diabolical  smile. 

Lapierre  was  a  man  who  took  no 
chances.  What  was  one  Indian,  more  or 
less,  beside  the  absolute  integrity  of  his 
organization?  He  stepped  outside,  and 
instantly  the  guy-ropes  of  the  tent  were 
loosened;  the  canvas  slouched  to  the 
ground  and  was  folded  into  a  neat  pack. 
The  blankets  were  made  into  a  compact 
roll,  with  the  precious  guitar  in  the  center 
and  deposited  in  the  head  canoe.  La- 
pierre glanced  swiftly  about  him;  nothing 
but  the  dying  fires  and  the  abandoned 
lodge-poles  indicated  the  existence  of  the 
camp.  On  the  shore  the  canoemen,  lean- 
ing on  their  paddles,  awaited  the  word  of 
command. 

IJE  STEPPED  to  the  water's  edge 
M.  X  where  Apaw,  the  Indian,  stood  with 
the  others.  For  just  a  moment  the  baleful 
eyes  of  Lapierre  fixed  the  silent  figure; 
then  his  words  cut  sharply  upon  the 
silence. 


"Apaw — Chahco  yahkwa!"  The  In- 
dian advanced,  evidently  proud  of  haviufc 
been  singled  out  by  the  chief,  and  stood 
before  him,  paddle  in  hand.  Lapierre 
spoke  no  word;  seconds  passed;  the  si- 
lence grew  intense.  The  hand  that 
gripped  the  paddle  shook  suddenly;  and 
then,  looking  straight  into  the  man's  eyes, 
Lapierre  drew  his  revolver  and  fired. 
There  was  a  quick  spurt  of  red  flame — 
the  sound  of  the  shot  rang  sharp,  and 
rang  again  as  the  opposite  bank  of  the 
river  hurled  back  the  sound.  The  Indian 
pitched  heavily  forward  and  fell  across 
his  paddle,  snapping  it  in  two. 

Lapierre  glanced  over  the  impassive 
faces  of  the  canoemen. 

"This  man  was  a  traitor,"  he  said  in 
their  own  language.  "I  have  dismissed 
him  from  my  service.  Weight  him  and 
shove  off!" 

Lapierre  stepped  into  his  canoe.  The 
canoemen  bound  heavy  stones  to  the  legs 
of  the  dead  Indian,  laid  the  body  upon 
the  camp  equipage  amidship,  and  silently 
took  their  places. 

"TV  URING  the  evening  meal  Chloe  was 
•»-'  unusually  silent,  answering  Miss 
Penny's  observations  and  queries  in  short, 
detached  monosyllables.  Later  she  stole 
out  alone  to  a  high,  rocky  headland  that 
commanded  a  sweeping  view  of  the  river, 
and  sat  with  her  back  against  the  broad 
trunk  of  a  twisted  banskian. 

The  long  northern  twilight  hung  about 
her  like  a  pall  —  seemed  enveloping, 
smothering  her.  No  faintest  breath  of  air 
stirred  the  piney  needles  above  her,  nor 
ruffled  the  surface  of  the  river,  whose 
black  waters,  far  below,  flowed  broad  and 
deep  and  silent — smoothly — like  a  river 
of  oil.  Ominously  hushed,  secretive,  it 
slipped  out  of  the  motionless  dark.  Si- 
lently portentous,  it  faded  again  into  the 
dark,  the  mysterious  half-dark,  where  the 
gradually  deepening  twilight  blended  the 
distance  into  the  enshrouding  pall  of 
gloom.  Involuntarily  the  girl  shuddered 
and  started  nervously  at  the  splash  of  an 
otter.  A  billion  mosquitoes  droned  their 
unceasing  monotone.  The  low  sound  was 
everywhere — among  the  branches  of  the 
gnarled  banskian,  above  the  surface  of 
the  river,  and  on  and  on  and  on,  to  whine 
thinly  between  the  little  stars. 

It  was  not  at  all  the  woman  who  would 
conquer  a  wilderness,  that  huddled  in  a 
dejected  little  heap  at  the  foot  of  the 
banskian;  but  a  very  miserable  and  de- 
pressed little  girl,  who  swallowed  hard  to 
keep  down  the  growing  lump  in  her 
throat,  and  bit  her  lip,  and  stared  with 
wide  eyes  toward  the  southward.  Hot 
tears  —  tears  of  bitter,  heart-sickening 
loneliness — filled  her  eyes  and  trickled 
unheeded  down  her  cheeks  beneath  the 
tightly  drawn  mosquito-net. 

Darkness  deepened,  imperceptibly, 
surely  foreshortening  the  horizon,  and  by 
just  so  much  increasing  the  distance  that 
separated  her  from  her  people. 

"Poor  fool  moose-calf,"  she  murmured, 
"you  weren't  satisfied  to  follow  the  beaten 
trails.  You  had  to  find  a  land  of  your 
own — a  land  that " 

THE  whispered  words  trailed  into 
silence,  and  to  her  mind's  eye  ap- 
peared the  face  of  the  man  who  had 
spoken  those  words — the  face  of  Brute 
MacNair.  She  saw  him  as  he  stood  that 
day  and  faced  her  among  the  freshly 
chopped  stumps  of  the  clearing. 

"He  is  rough  and  bearlike — boorish," 


she  thought,  as  she  remembered  that  the 
man  had  not  removed  his  hat  in  her  pre- 
sence. "He  called  me  names.  He  is  un- 
couth, cynical,  egotistical.  He  thinks  he 
can  scare  me  into  leaving  his  Indians 
alone."  Her  lips  trembled  and  tightened. 
"I  am  a  woman,  and  I'll  show  him  what 
a  women  can  do.  He  has  lived  among 
the  Indians  until  he  thinks  he  owns  them. 
He  is  hard,  and  domineering,  and  uncom- 
promising, and  skeptical.  And  yet — " 
What  gave  her  pause  was  so  intangible, 
so  chaotic,  in  her  own  mind  as  to  form 
itself  into  no  definite  idea. 

"He  is  brutish  and  brutal  and  bad!" 
she  muttered  aloud  at  the  memory  of 
Lapierre's  battered  face,  and  immedi- 
ately fell  to  comparing  the  two  men. 

Each  seemed  exactly  what  the  other 
was  not.  Lapierre  was  handsome,  debo- 
nair, easy  of  speech,  and  graceful  of 
movement;  deferential,  earnest,  at  times 
even  pensive,  and  the  possessor  of  ideals; 
generous  and  accommodating  to  a  fault, 
if  a  trifie  cynical;  maligned,  hated,  dis- 
credited by  the  men  who  ruled  the  north, 
yet  brave  and  infinitely  capable — she  re- 
membered the  swift  fate  of  Vermilion. 

His  was  nothing  of  the  rugged  candor 
of  MacNair — the  bluff  straightforward- 
ness that  overrides  opposition;  ignores 
criticism.  MacNair  fitted  the  north — the 
big,  brutal,  insatiate  north — the  north  of 
storms,  of  cold  and  fighting  things;  of 
foaming,  roaring  white-water  and  seeth- 
ing, blinding  blizzards. 

Chloe's  glance  strayed  out  over  the 
river,  where  the  farther  bank  showed  only 
the  serried  sky-line  of  a  wall  of  jet. 

Lapierre  was  also  of  the  north  —  the 
north  as  it  is  to-night;  soft  air,  balmy 
with  the  incense  of  growing  things;  illu- 
sive dark,  half  concealing,  half  revealing, 
blurring  distant  outlines.  A  placid  north, 
whose  black  waters  flowed  silent,  smooth, 
deep.  A  benign  and  harmless  north,  upon 
its  surface ;  and  yet,  withal,  portentous  of 
things  unknown. 

The  girl  shuddered  and  arose  to  her 
feet  and,  as  she  did  so,  from  up  the  river 
— from  the  direction  of  the  Indian  camp 
— came  the  sharp,  quick  sound  of  a  shot. 
Then  silence — a  silence  that  seemed  un- 
ending to  the  girl  who  waited  breathlessly, 
one  hand  grasping  the  rough  bark  of  the 
gnarled  tree,  and  the  other  shading  her 
eyes  as  though  to  aid  them  in  their  effort 
to  pierce  the  gloom. 

A  long  time  she  stood  thus,  peering 
into  the  dark,  and  then,  a  dark  form  clove 
the  black  water  of  the  river,  and  a  long, 
black  body  slipped  noiselessly  toward  her, 
followed  by  another,  and  another. 

"The  canoes!"  she  cried  as  she  watched 
the  sparkling  starlight  play  upon  the  long 
V-shaped  ripples  that  rolled  back  from 
their  bows. 

Once  more  the  sense  of  loneliness  al- 
most overcame  her.  Pierre  Lapierre  was 
going  out  of  the  north. 

She  could  see  the  figures  of  the  pad- 
dlers,  now — blurred,  and  indistinct,  and 
unrecognizable — distinguishable  more  by 
the  spaces  that  showed  between  them, 
than  by  their  own  outlines. 

They  were  almost  beneath  her.  Should 
she  call  out?  One  last  bon  voyage?  The 
sound  of  a  voice  floated  upward;  a  hard, 
rasping  voice,  unfamiliar,  yet  strangely 
familiar.  In  the  leading  canoe  the  In- 
dians ceased  paddling.  The  canoe  lost 
momentum  and  drifted  broadside  to  the 
current.  The  men  were  lifting  some- 
thing; something  long,  and  dark.  There 
was  a  muffled  splash,  and  the  dark  object 


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disappeared.  The  canoemen  picked  up 
their  paddles,  and  the  canoe  swung  into 
its  course  and  disappeared  around  a 
point.  The  other  canoes  followed;  and 
the  river  rolled  on  as  before — black — 
oily — sinister. 

ABROAD  cloud,  black,  threatening, 
which  had  mounted  unnoticed  by  the 
girl,  blotted  out  the  light  of  the  stars,  as 
if  to  hide  from  alien  eyes  some  unlovely 
secret  of  the  wilds. 

The  darkness  was  real,  now;  and 
Chloe,  in  a  sudden  panic  of  terror  dashed 
wildly  for  the  clearing  —  stumbling  — 
crashing  through  the  bush  as  she  ran; 
her  way  lighted  at  intervals  by  flashes 
of  distant  lightning.  She  paused  upon 
the  verge  of  the  bank  at  the  point  where 
it  entered  the  clearing;  at  the  point 
where  the  wilderness  crowded  menacingly 
her  little  outpost  of  civilization.  Panting, 
she  stood  and  stared  out  over  the  smooth- 
flowing,  immutable  river. 

A  lightning  flash,  nearer  and  more  vivid 
than  any  preceding,  lighted  for  an  in- 
stant the  whole  landscape.  Then,  the 
mighty  crash  of  thunder,  and  the  long, 
hoarse  moan  of  wind,  and  in  the  midst  of 
it,  that  other  sound — the  horrible  sound 
that  once  before  had  sent  her  dashing 
bi-eathless  from  the  night — the  demoni- 
cal, mocking  laugh  of  the  great  loon. 

With  a  low,  choking  sob,  the  girl  fled 
toward  the  little  square  of  light  that 
glowed  from  the  window  of  her  cabin. 


CHAPTER  IX. 

ON    SNARE    LAKE. 

WHEN  Bob  MacNair  left  Chloe  Ellis- 
ton's  camp,  he  swung  around  by  the 
way  of  Mackay  Lake,  a  detour  that  Re- 
quired two  weeks'  time  and  added  im- 
measurably to  the  discomfort  of  the  jour- 
ney. Day  by  day,  upon  lake,  river,  and 
portage.  Old  Elk  and  Wee  Johnnie  Tama- 
rack wondered  much  at  his  silence  and  the 
unwonted  hardness  of  his  features. 

These  two  Indians  knew  MacNair. 
For  ten  years,  day  and  night,  they  had 
stood  at  his  beck  and  call;  had  followed 
him  through  all  the  vast  wilderness  that 
lies  between  the  railways  and  the  frozen 
sea.  They  had  slept  with  him,  had  feast- 
ed and  starved  with  him,  at  his  shoulder 
faced  death  in  a  hundred  guises,  and 
they  loved  him  as  men  love  their  God. 
They  had  followed  him  during  the  lean 
years  when,  contrary  to  the  wishes  of  his 
father,  the  stern-eyed  factor  at  Fort  Nor- 
man, he  had  refused  the  offers  of  the  com- 
pany and  devoted  his  time,  winter  and 
summer,  to  the  explorations  of  rivers  and 
lakes,  rock  ridges  and  mountains,  and 
the  tundra  that  lay  between,  in  search  of 
the  lost  copper  mines  of  the  Indians;  the 
mines  that  lured  Hearne  into  the  north 
in  1771,  and  which  Hearne  forgot  in  the 
discovery  of  a  fur  empire  so  vast  as  to 
stagger  belief. 

But,  as  the  canoe  forged  northward. 
Old  Elk  and  Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack 
held  their  peace,  and  when  they  arrived 
at  the  fort,  MacNair  growled  an  order, 
and  sought  his  cabin  beside  the  wall  of 
the  stockade. 

A  half  hour  later,  when  the  Indians 
had  gathered  in  response  to  the  hurried 
word  of  Old  Elk  and  Wee  Johnnie  Tam- 
arack, MacNair  stepped  from  his  cabin 
and  addressed  them  in  their  own  lan- 
guage, or  rather  in  the  jargon — the  com- 
promise language  of  the  north — by  means 
of  which  the  minds  of  white  men  and  In- 


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dians  meet  on  common  ground.  He 
warned  them  against  Pierre  Lapierr^,  the 
cultus  breed  of  whom  most  of  them  al- 
ready knew,  and  he  told  them  of  the  girl 
and  her  school  at  the  mouth  of  the  Yel- 
low Knife.  And  then,  in  no  uncertain 
terms,  he  commanded  them  to  have  noth- 
ing whatever  to  do  with  the  school,  or 
with  Lapierre.  Whereupon,  Sotenah,  a 
leader  among  the  young  men,  arose,  and 
after  a  long  and  flowery  harangue  in 
which  he  lauded  and  extolled  the  wisdom 
of  MacNair  and  the  benefits  and  advan- 
tages that  accrued  to  the  Indians  by  rea- 
son of  his  patronage,  vociferously  coun- 
seled a  summary  descent  upon  the  fort  of 
the  Mesahchee  Kloochman. 

The  proclamation  was  received  with 
loud  acclaim,  and  it  was  with  no  little 
difficulty  that  MacNair  succeded  in  quiet- 
ing the  turbulence  and  restoring  order. 
After  which  he  rebuked  Sotenah  severely 
and  laid  threat  upon  the  Indians  that  if 
so  much  as  a  hair  of  the  white  kloochman 
was  harmed  he  would  kill,  with  his  own 
hand   the  man   who   wrought  the   harm. 

As  for  Pierre  Lapierre  and  his  band, 
they  must  be  crushed  and  driven  out  of 
the  land  of  the  lakes  and  the  rivers,  but 
the  time  was  not  yet.  He,  MacNair, 
would  tell  them  when  to  strike,  and  only 
if  Lapierre's  Indians  were  found  prowl- 
ing about  the  vicinity  of  Snare  Lake  were 
they  to  be  molested. 

The  Indians  dispersed  and,  slinging  a 
rifle  over  his  shoulder,  MacNair  swung 
off  alone  into  the  bush. 

"D  OB  MACNAIR  knew  the  north;  knew 
■D  its  lakes  and  its  rivers,  its  forests  and 
its  treeless  barrens.  He  knew  its  hard- 
ships, dangers  and  limitations,  and  he 
knew  its  gentler  moods,  its  compensations, 
and  its  possibilities.  Also,  he  knew  its 
people,  its  savage  primitive  children, 
who  call  it  home,  and  its  invaders — good, 
and  bad,  and  worse  than  bad.  The  men 
who"  infest  the  last  frontier,  pushing 
always  northward  for  barter,  or  the  sav- 
ing of  souls. 

He  understood  Pierre  Lapierre,  his 
motives  and  his  methods.  But  the  girl 
he  did  not  understand,  and  her  presence 
on  the  Yellow  Knife  disturbed  him  not 
a  little.  Had  chance  thrown  her  into  the 
clutches  of  Lapierre?  And  had  the  man 
set  about  deliberately  to  use  her  school 
as  an  excuse  for  the  establishment  of  a 
trading  post  within  easy  reach  of  his 
Indians?  MacNair  was  inclined  to  be- 
lieve so — and  the  matter  caused  him  grave 
concern.  He  foresaw  trouble  ahead,  and 
a  trouble  that  might  easily  involve  the 
girl  who,  he  felt,  was  entirely  innocent 
of  wrongdoing. 

His  jaw  clamped  hard  as  he  swung  on 
and  on  through  the  scrub.  He  had  no 
particular  objective,  a  problem  faced  him 
and,  where  other  men  would  have  sat 
down  to  work  its  solution,  he  walked. 

In  many  things  was  Bob  MacNair  dif- 
ferent from  other  men.  Just  and  stern 
beyond  his  years,  with  a  sternness  that 
was  firmness  rather  than  severity;  slow 
to  anger,  but  once  his  anger  was  fairly 
aroused,  terrible  in  meting  out  his  ven- 
geance. Yet,  withal,  possessed  of  an  un- 
derstanding and  a  depth  of  sympathy, 
entirely  unsuspected  by  himself,  but 
which  enshrined  him  in  the  hearts  of 
his  Indians,  who,  in  all  the  world  were 
the  men  and  women  who  knew  him. 

Even  his  own  father  had  not  understood 
this  son,  who  devoured  books  as  raven- 
ously as  his  dogs  devoured  salmon.    Again 


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limited  to  our  airmen,  or  even  to  our  own  British 
armies.  Every  service  has  its  own  tense  moments,  hours 
or  days,  with  its  welcome  intervals  of  relaxation  w^hen 
the  Gillette  is  a  friend  indeed.  Keen,  compact,  always 
ready  for  action,  the  Gillette  Safety  Razor  is  treasured 
m  tens  of  thousands  of  kits  on  every  fighting  line  on  land 
and  sea — and  hy  no  means  least  in  the  land  of  its  hirth, 
with  the  forces  of  our  newest  Ally. 

Nor  does  its  service  end  here,  for  "the  man  behind  the 
man  behind  the  gun  ,  who   in  the   factory,  the  office  or 
on  the  land  is  bending  every  energy  towards  production 
— he  too  gets  solid  comfort  and  satisfaction  out  of 
the  Gillette   Safety  Razor  and  its  wonder- 
ful three  minute  shave. 


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working  for  us  a  few  hours  each  day.  Why  not  learn  all  about  it? 
If  your  regular  position  isn't  producing  enough  money  to  take  care  of  a  few 
added  luxuries — our  plan  will  fit  in  splendidly,  giving  you  as  much  extra 
money  as  your  spare  time  will  allow  for.  The  more  time  you  devote  to  the 
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and  again  he  remonstrated  with  him  for 
wasting  his  time  when  he  might  be  work- 
ing for  the  company.  Always  the  younger 
man  listened  respectfully,  and  continued 
to  read  his  books  and  to  search  for  the  lost 
mines  with  a  determination  and  single- 
ness of  purpose  that  aroused  the  secret 
approbation  of  the  old  Scotchman,  and 
the  covert  sneers  and  scoflRngs  of  others. 

AND  THEN,  after  four  years  of  fruit- 
less search,  at  the  base  of  a  ridge 
that  skirted  the  shore  of  an  unmapped 
lake,  he  uncovered  the  mouth  of  an  an- 
cient tunnel  with  rough-hewn  sides  and  a 
floor  that  sloped  from  the  entrance.  Im- 
bedded in  the  slime  on  the  bottom  of  a  pool 
of  stinking  water,  he  found  curious  im- 
plements, rudely  chipped  from  flint  and 
slate,  and  a  few  of  bone  and  walrus  ivory. 
Odd-shaped,  half-finished  tools  of  ham- 
mered copper  were  strewn  about  the  floor, 
and  the  walls  were  thickly  coated  with 
verdigris.  Instead  of  the  sharp  ring  of 
steel  on  stone,  a  dull  thud  followed  the 
stroke  of  his  pick,  and  its  scars  glowed 
with  a  red  luster  in  the  flare  of  the  smok- 
ing torches. 

Old  Elk  and  Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack 
looked  on  in  stolid  silence,  while  the 
young  man,  with  wildly  beating  heart, 
crammed  a  pack-sack  with  samples.  He 
had  found  the  ancient  mine — the  lost  mine 
of  the  Indians  which  men  said  existed 
only  in  the  fancy  of  Bob  MacNair's  brain ! 
Carefully  sealing  the  tunnel,  the  young 
man  headed  for  Fort  Norman;  and  never 
did  Old  Elk  and  Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack 
face  such  a  trail!  Down  the  raging 
torrent  of  the  Coppermine,  across  the 
long  portage  to  the  Dismal  Lakes,  and 
then  by  portage  and  river  to  Dease  Bay, 
across  the  two  hundred  miles  of  Great 
Bear  Lake,  and  down  the  Bear  River  to 
their  destination. 

Seven  hundred  long  miles  they  covered, 
at  a  man-killing  pace  that  brought  them 
into  the  fort,  hollow-eyed  and  gaunt,  and 
with  their  bodies  swollen  and  raw  from 
the  sting  of  black  flies  and  mosquitoes 
that  swarmed  through  the  holes  in  their 
tattered  garments. 

The  men  wolfed  down  the  food  that  was 
set  before  them  by  an  Indian  woman,  and 
then,  while  Old  Elk  and  Wee  Johnnie 
Tamarack  slept,  the  chief  trader  led  Bob 
MacNair  to  the  grave  of  his  father. 

'"Twas  his  heart,  lad,  or  somethin' 
busted  inside  him,"  exclaimed  the  old 
man.  "After  supper  it  was,  two  weeks 
agone.  He  was  sittin'  i'  his  chair  wi'  his 
book  an'  his  pipe,  an'  me  in  anither  be- 
side him.  He  gi'  a  deep  sigh,  like,  an' 
his  book  fell  to  the  ground  and  his  pipe. 
When  I  got  to  him  his  head  was  leant 
back  ag'in'  his  chair — and  he  was  dead." 

BOB  MACNAIR  nodded,  and  the  chief 
trader  returned  to  the  store,  leaving 
the  young  man  standing  silent  beside  the 
fresh-turned  mound  with  its  rudely  fash- 
ioned wooden  cross,  that  stood  among 
the  other  grass-grown  mounds  whose 
wooden  crosses,  with  their  burned  inscrip- 
tions, were  weather-grayed  and  old.  For 
a  long  time  he  stood  beside  the  little 
crosses  that  lent  a  solemn  dignity  to  the 
rugged  heights  of  Fort  Norman. 

It  cannot  be  said  that  Bob  MacNair 
had  loved  his  father,  in  the  generally  ac- 
cepted sense  of  the  world.  But  he  had 
admired  and  respected  him  above  all  other 
men,  and  his  first  thought  upon  the  dis- 
covery of  the  lost  mine  was  to  vindicate 
his  course  in  the  eyes  of  this  stem,  just 


man  who  had  so  strongly  advised  against 
it. 

For  the  opinion  of  others  he  cared  not 
the  snap  of  his  fingers.  But,  to  read 
approval  in  the  deep-set  eyes  of  his  father, 
and  to  hear  the  deep,  rich  voice  of  him 
raised,  at  last,  in  approbation,  rather  than 
reproach,  he  had  defied  death  and  pushed 
himself  and  his  Indians  to  the  limit  of 
human  endurance.  And  he  had  arrived 
too  late.  The  bitterness  of  the  young 
man's  soul  found  expression  only  in  a 
hardening  of  the  jaw  and  a  clenching  of 
the  mighty  fists.  For,  in  the  heart  of 
him,  he  knew  that  in  the  future,  no 
matter  what  the  measure  of  the  world 
might  be,  always,  deep  within  him  would 
rankle  the  bitter  disappointment — the  rea- 
lization that  this  old  man  had  gone  to  his 
grave  believing  that  his  son  was  a  fool 
and  a  wastrel. 

Slowly  he  turned  from  the  spot  and, 
with  heavy  steps,  entered  the  post-store. 
He  raised  the  pack  that  contained  the 
samples  from  the  floor,  and  walking  to  the 
verge  of  the  high  cliff  that  overlooked  the 
river,  hurled  it  far  out  over  the  water, 
where  it  fell  with  a  dull  splash  that  was 
drowned  in  the  roar  of  the  rapid. 

"Ye'll  tak'  charge  here  the  noo,  lad- 
die?" asked  McTurk,  the  grizzled  chief 
trader,  the  following  day  when  MacNair 


had  concluded  the  inspection  of  his 
father's  papers.  '"Twad  be  what  he'd  ha' 
counseled!" 

"No,"  answered  the  young  man  shortly, 
and,  without  a  word  as  to  the  finding  of 
the  lost  mine,  hurried  Old  Elk  and  Wee 
Johnnie  Tamarack  into  a  canoe  and 
headed  southward. 

A  MONTH  later  the  officers  of  the 
Hudson  Bay  Company  in  Winnipeg 
gasped  in  surprise  at  the  offer  of  young 
MacNair  to  trade  the  broad  acres  to  which 
his  father  had  acquired  title  in  the  wheat 
belt  of  Saskatchewan  and  Alberta  for  a 
vast  tract  of  barren  ground  in  the  sub- 
arctic. They  traded  gladly,  and  when  the 
young  man  heard  that  his  dicker  had 
earned  for  him  the  name  of  Fool  Mac- 
Nair in  the  conclave  of  the  mighty,  he 
smiled — and  bought  more  barrens. 

All  of  which  had  happened  eight  years 
before  Chloe  Elliston  defied  him  among 
the  stumps  of  her  clearing,  and  in  the  in- 
terim much  had  transpired.  In  the  heart 
of  his  barrens  he  built  a  post  and  col- 
lected about  him  a  band  of  Indians  who 
soon  learned  that  those  who  worked  in 
the  mines  had  a  far  greater  number  of 
brass  tokens  of  "made  beaver"  to  their 
credit  than  those  who  had  trapped  fur. 

To  be  continued. 


Putting  the  "Pep"  in  Parliament 


Continued  from  page  38. 


can  be  dealt  with  by  simple  amendments 
in  the  Parliamentary  rules.  But  how 
about  the  general  business  of  the  House? 
How  to  expedite  that?  Having  shifted 
supply  to  a  standing  committee,  and  lim- 
ited the  debate  on  the  address  to  one  day 
and  the  budget  debate  to  three  days, 
what  is  the  next  step?  Give  the  House 
regular  hours — begin  at  ten  in  the  morn- 
ing and  stop  at  six  in  the  afternoon.  No 
adjournment  for  lunch.  Let  the  House 
work  on  till  it  adjourns.  This  is  partly 
the  practice  in  the  British  House  of 
Commons  which  meets  at  three  in  the 
afternoon  and  rises  as  may  be,  but  pays 
no  official  heed  to  the  dinner  hour,  on  the 
ground,  no  doubt,  that  he  who  serves  the 
state  ■  is  not  supposed  to  stop  to  eat. 
However,  the  wise  people  do  go  out  to  eat 
about  six  p.m.  and  remain  away,  say,  until 
half  past  eight,  at  which  time  the  wisdom 
of  the  House  begins  to  flock  back  again. 
Meanwhile  the  bores  and  young  beginners 
have  had  a  fine  old  time  for  two  hours  and 
a  half. 

There  is  no  reason  why  the  Parliament 
of  Canada  shouldn't  have  hours  of  its 
own.  British  practice  we  can  follow  so 
far  as  ignoring  lunch  hours.  The  time 
period  I  have  suggested,  from  ten  in  the 
morning  to  six  in  the  evening — has  many 
advantages.  In  the  first  place  it  means 
breakfast  at  eight,  which  is  about  the 
time  the  average  member  of  Parliament 
takes  it  when  he  is  at  home.  Breakfast 
at  eight  means  rise  at  seven,  which  means 
go  to  bed  at  eleven.  An  eight-hour  work- 
ing day,  with  the  evening  for  recreation. 
It  makes  for  health,  clear  thinking  and 
labor  zest.  Ottawa  has  killed  many  a 
farmer  legislator  by  upsetting  his  regu- 
lar way  of  life.  Lie-abed  habits,  late 
hours,  too  much  food,  too  many  cigars,  too 
little  exercise — what  do  these  spell  but 
Bright's  disease? 


Ten  to  six — and  this  is  important — is 
also  a  favorite  time  period  for  the  news- 
papers. The  evening  papers  will  get  all 
the  news  they  want  in  the  shape  of  com- 
mittee meetings  and  the  morning  proceed- 
ing of  the  House,  while  the  morning 
papers  will  take  care  of  the  statesmen  who 
speak  late  in  the  afternoon.  Thus  every- 
thing and  everybody  in  Parliament  will 
get  their  due  share  of  publicity.  In  fact 
ten  to  six  is  the  ideal  time-period  which- 
ever way  you  look  at  it — health  or  con- 
venience. Regular  hours  and  regular 
habits  will  show  results  in  clearer  think- 
ing on  the  part  of  the  members.  Besides 
it  will  bring  Parliament  in  closer  com- 
munion with  the  mass  of  the  people  to 
stop  work  with  the  daylight  and  go  to  bed 
at  the  same  time  as  other  Christians. 

THE  NEXT  means  of  putting  the 
"pep"  in  Parliament  is  the  judicious 
use  of  the  closure.  This  mighty  weapon  is 
seldom  drawn — the  Dreadnought  debate 
is  the  last  instance  I  can  remember — but 
it  ought  to  be  employed  oftener.  No 
futile  clamor  about  free  speech  should 
prevent  the  Government  of  the  day  from 
knocking  babble  on  the  head  with  this 
big  club  of  theirs.  The  Mother  of  Parlia- 
ments, the  British  House  of  Commons, 
does  it  right  along  and  there  is  no  reason 
to  suspect  that  free  speech  is  less  loved 
in  Britain  than  it  is  in  Canada.  It  is  true 
the  Opposition  may  rage,  but  it's  a  safe 
bet  that,  once  the  Opposition  has  become 
the  Government,  it  will  not  put  such  a  use- 
ful instrument  as  the  closure  up  on  a  high 
shelf  where  they  can't  get  at  it. 

The  closure  should  be  used  en  bloc,  so 
to  speak,  and  in  detail.  By  closure  en 
bloc,  I  mean  closure  in  the  large — fixing 
a  time  limit  for  each  debate,  just  as  the 
British  Parliament  does  with  Home  Rule 
debates    and    other    important    matters. 


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Closure  in  detail  would  mean  a  time-limit 
to  the  discussion  of  each  clause  or  group 
of  clauses  so  that  no  one  phase  of  the 
support  would  be  disproportionately  dis- 
cussed. 

Another  form  of  closure  would  apply 
to  the  members  of  Parliament — I  mean  a 
time-limit  on  speeches.  In  the  United 
States  Congress  there  is  a  five-minute 
time-limit  on  speeches.  If  a  member  waits 
to  speak  half  an  hour  he  must  collect 
five  minutes  each  from  five  other  members 
or  stick  to  his  limit.  If  he  wants  to  de- 
bate at  great  length  he  gets  "leave  to 
print" — that  is,  to  spread  his  long  speech 
on  the  Congressional  Record,  which  cor- 
responds to  our  Hansard,  where  it  looks 
just  as  well  to  the  folks  back  home  as 
if  he  had  actually  spoken  it.  A  stock 
anecdote  is  that  a  member  once  abused 
this  privilege  to  put  the  whole  of  Henry 
George's  "Progress  and  Poverty"  on  the 
book,  but  that  danger  could  be  met  by 
making  a  rule  that  "leave  to  print" 
speeches  should  not  exceed  ten  thousand 
words. 

Ten  thousand  words  are  plenty.  They 
represent  fifty  minutes  rapid  speaking  by 
an  orator  as  onrushing,  say,  as  R.  B. 
Bennett.  It  ought  to  be  enough  for  any- 
body. Five  thousand  words  would  be 
better.  It  is  surprising  how  much  one 
can  say  in  five  thousand  words.  This 
article  does  not  exceed  that  number  and 
it  aims  to  cover  the  subject  fairly  well. 
It  might  read  better,  perhaps,  if  I  boiled 
it  to  three  thousand  words.  The  editor 
may  do  that  anyway.    Who  knows? 

ALL  THE  suggestions  I  make  tend 
toward  brevity.  Brevity,  as  we  re- 
marked before,  is  the  soul  of  wit,  and  the 
wit  is  the  "pep"  which  we  must  get  into 
Parliament.  It  is  largely  a  matter  of 
condensation.  The  drift  of  the  times  is 
that  way.  In  the  eighteenth  century, 
Pitt,  Burke,  Fox,  the  giant  debaters  of 
their  day,  were  long-distance  performers. 
Strong  and  hardy  as  that  age  was, 
Burke's  monumental  orations  used  to 
empty  the  H»use.  Grand  as  their  speeches' 
were  the  British  House  of  Commons  would 
not  stand  for  them  to-day,  when  the  style, 
even  for  the  gravest  deliverances,  is  a 
sort  of  enhanced  colloquial  and  the  time 
taken  even  by  front  benchers  is  rarely 
more  than  three-quarters  of  an  hour. 

Similarly  there  was  a  time  in  the  Cana- 
dian Parliament  when  five,  six,  seven  and 
even  eight-hour  speeches  were  considered 
good  form.  Before  a  speaker  got  fairly 
launched  on  his  subject  he  had  to  clean  up 
everything,  including  his  own  personal 
and  party  grudges,  between  Lord  Dur- 
ham's report  and  Confederation,  from 
which  point  he  progressed  by  easy  stages 
to  the  case  in  hand.  Those  two  hearty  old 
Fathers  of  Confederation,  Sir  Richard 
Cartwright  and  Sir  Charles  Tupper,  were 
great  hands  for  doing  that  same.  Indeed, 
it  was  a  general  failing  of  their  contem- 
poraries. There  are  some  magnificent 
Philippics  in  Hansard  by  Edward  Blake 
and  the  old  masters  of  debate,  but  not  one, 
to  my  mind,  that  would  not  be  improved 
by  being  cut  in  two.  Those  old  fellows 
did  not  speak  so  much  as  march  around 
and  around  with  banners  and  trumpets. 

Roughly  speaking  this  habit  of  pro- 
lixity continued  down  to  1896,  when  it 
perished  through  the  disappearance  of  its 
chief  supporters  from  this  earthly  scene. 
When  they  died  out  it  seems  that  long- 
winded  babies  ceased  to  be  born.  It  is 
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Gallery  in  1899  there  were  a  few  old- 
timers  who  still  dripped  declamation  both 
dreary  and  long,  but  they  survived  feebly 
and  if  the  tomb  did  not  swallow  them 
quickly  enough  they  were  buried  in  the 
Senate. 

WITH  one  notable  exception — George 
Graham's  speech  on  the  National 
Transcontinental  Railway  Commission  re- 
port— the  eight-hour  speech  never  bobbed 
up  again.  The  last  previous  speech  of 
that  kind  I  heard  fourteen  years  ago, 
when  Sir  Hibbert  Tupper  unbosomed  him- 
self to  that. extent  on  the  Yukon  Scandal. 
I  don't  know  what  people  thought  about 
the  Yukon  scandal,  but,  as  Sir  Hibbert 
was  defeated  at  the  next  general  election, 
it  looked  as  if  public  taste  had  set  in 
against  eight-hour  speeches. 

Life  becomes  more  complicated.  The 
pressure  of  the  age,  the  high  cost  of  liv- 
ing and  like  matters  conspire  to  make  us 
do  more  and  talk  less.  This  partly  ex- 
plains the  growing  tendency  of  Parlia- 
ment to  cut  out  the  chatter  and  get  down 
to  brass  tacks.  Partly,  but  not  altogether. 
Much  is  due  to  conspicuous  examples. 
Even  when  the  old  turgid  school  of  de- 
bate was  still  in  vogue,  John  Charlton 
supplied  a  mo'del  of  terseness  and  force. 
John  Charlton  believed  in  short  speeches. 
His  remarks  always  I'ead  like  carefully 
edited  magazine  copy.  He  was,  for  style 
and  trenchancy,  the  nearest  we  had  to 
John  Morley.  His  reputation  still  per- 
sists as  one  of  the  clearest,  concisest,  and 
most  effective  speakers  that  ever  graced 
our  House  of  Commons. 

FINANCE  MINISTER  FIELDING  did 
a  lot  to  push  the  good  work  along 
when  he  introduced  two-hour  budget 
speeches.  Before  the  Liberals  went  out 
of  office  Mr.  Fielding  had  cut  it  down  to 
an  hour.  When  Sir  Thomas  White  came 
in  he  improved  on  a  good  example  by 
making  it  three-quarters  of  an  hour.  Only 
the  other  day  he  achieved  perfection  and 
the  sincere  thanks  of  the  Press  Gallery 
by  trimming  the  budget  another  fifteen 
minutes.  A  half-hour  budget  —  Sir 
Thomas  holds  the  record. 

Indeed,  brevity  is  a  habit  with  all  the 
front  benchers.  They  do  it  for  two  rea- 
sons— it  enlivens  their  style  and  it  gives 
them  a  better  chance  to  get  into  the  news- 
papers. Brevity  is  carried  to  the  extreme 
by  the  Hon.  Frank  Cochrane,  who  con- 
siders himself  garrulous  if  he  trespasses 
on  his  fifth  minute.  The  Hon.  Charles 
Doherty,  on  the  other  hand,  sticks  to  the 
old  ambling  eircumlocutious  methods.  Mr. 
Doherty's  explanations  are  notoriously 
twice  as  long  as  the  original  trouble.  If, 
when  Mr.  Doherty  was  a  Judge,  he  im- 
posed sentences  as  long  as  he  delivers  in 
Parliament,  it  must  have  always  been  a 
case  of  life  imprisonment.  Mr.  Doherty 
puts  a  strain  on  syntax  with  his  long 
sentences,  which  a  Minister  of  Justice 
should  avoid.  There  are,  so  I  understand, 
four  hundred  million  subjects  in  the  Bri- 
tish Empire,  and  yet  Mr.  Doherty  fre- 
quently has  trouble  finding  a  single  predi- 
cate. All  this  would  remedy  itself  if  Mr. 
Doherty  strove  to  be  brief,  as  his  col- 
leagues are  now  doing. 

Needless  to  say  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  is 
in  the  fashion.  His  best  speeches  are  not 
now  more  than  an  hour  long.  In  fact 
the  front  benchers  on  both  sides  make  it 
their  business  to  say  it  short,  but  say 
it  well.  The  back  benchers,  of  course,  are 
not  so  advanced.    It  is  still  a  habit  with 


them  to  make  their  speeches  twice  as  long 
as  they  ought  to  be  by  using  the  last  half 
of  a  sentence  to  deny  what  they  said  in 
the  first  half. 

After  the  war  I  look  forward  to  a  great 
revival  of  candor  which  will  do  as  much 
to  put  "pep"  in  Parliament  as  new  rules 
for  brevity.  There  will  be  a  readjustment 
of   parties.      The    issues — mainly    tariff 


ones — will  not  be  new,  perhaps,  but  they 
will  be  alive  with  a  new  urgency  due  to 
our  financial  conditions  and  our  war 
burdens.  Men  will  not  be  afraid  of  their 
opinions  any  longer.  They  will  speak  out 
because  necessity  compels.  The  truth  will 
be  more  popular  than  it  is  to-day — and 
the  truth  always  makes  for  brisk  de- 
bating. 


Summer  Travel  in  Canada 

Continued  from  page  42. 


IN  FACT,  the  variety  offered  is  so  great 
that  the  matter  of  selecting  where  to 
spend  the  vacation  is  a  difficult  one.  In 
order  to  assist  in  the  selection  MacLean's 
has  gathered  and  presents  herewith  com- 
plete information  with  reference  to  the 
better  known  summer  resorts. 

NOVA  SCOTIA. 
CHIEF  RESORTS: 

Halifax,  Digby,  Wolfville,  Grand  Pre, 
Kentville. 

HOW  REACHED: 

Via  St.  John  and  Digby  and  the  Bay  of 
Fundy,  situated  along  line  of  Dominion 
Atlantic  Railway. 

HOTELS: 

Digby— 10    hotels     and    boarding    houses 

with   accommodation   for   1,600   visitors. 

Rates  from  $1.50  per  day  up  — ?7.00  per 

week  and  up. 
Wolfville — 15  hotels  and  boarding  houses 

with    accommodation    for    300    visitors. 

Rates  range  from  $1.00  up  daily  to  $3.50 

per  week  and  up. 
Grand  Pre — 5  hotels  and  boarding  houses 

with  accommodation  for  50.     Rates  from 

$1.00   daily  to  $3.50  weekly  and  up. 
Kentville — 4    hotels    with    accommodation 

for  125  visitors.     Rates  from  $1.00  daily 

to  $6.00  weekly  and  up. 

RECREATION: 

Surf   bathing,   swimming,    sailing,   tennis, 
driving,   riding,   iishing  and   hunting   in 
season. 
OTHER  ATTRACTIONS: 

Historically  very  interesting,  being  the 
scene  of  the  expulsion  of  the  Acadians, 
immortalized  by  Longfellow's  poem — 
Evangeline. 

PRINCE  EDWARD  ISLAND. 
Situated  in  the  Gulf  of  St.  Lawrence, 
Prince  Edward  Island  is  separated  from 
the  shores  of  New  Brunswick  and  Nova 
Scotia  by  the  Strait  of  Northumberland. 
"The  Island"  is  in  summer  a  garden  of 
perfect  beauty  fanned  by  cooling  breezes 
from  the  ocean,  with  mile  after  mile  of 
sandy  beaches. 

Numerous  trout  streams  furnish  sport  for 
the  angler,  and  deep  sea  fishing  is  easily 
obtainable.  In  season  brant,  wild  geese, 
plover,  snipe,  woodcock  and  other  game 
birds   are  plentiful. 

Accommodation  for  summer  visitors  is 
provided  by  numerous  hotels,  bungalows, 
private  homes  and  farm  houses  at  reason- 
able  rates. 

BRAS  D'OR  LAKE— CAPE  BRETON. 

Cape  Breton  is  a  large  island  wherein 
are  other  isles  innumerable.  Its  chief  at- 
traction is  the  Bras  d'Or,  an  inland  salt- 
water sea. 

NEW   BRUNSWICK. 
CHIEF  RESORTS: 

St.   Andrews-by-the-Sea. 
HOW   REACHED: 

126  miles  from  St.  John,  440  miles  from 
Montreal.  Reached  via  Canadian  Paci- 
fic through   car  service  from  Montreal. 


HOTELS: 

Algonquin —New  fireproof  structure  erect- 
ed and  operated  by  the  Canadian  Pacific 
Railway.  200  rooms  available  for  guests. 
Rates  $5.00  per  day  and  up.  American 
plan. 
RECREATION: 

Sea  bathing  in  Sheltered  Katie's  Cove. 
Perfect  18-hole  golf  course  swept  by 
the  breeze  from  the  ocean.  Tennis, 
lawn  bowls,  sailing,  rowing,  driving, 
motoring,  riding,  etc. 

QUEBEC. 
CHIEF  RESORTS: 

In  Laurentian  Mountains,  Shawbridge,  St. 
Marguerite,     Ste.     Agathe,     St.     Jovite, 
Mont    Tremblant,    Val,    Morin,    Lauren- 
tide  National  Park. 
HOW  REACHED: 

Situated   north   of  Montreal   on   the   Mont 
Laurier    sub-division    of    the    Canadian 
Pacific.        Laurentide      National      Park 
reached  by  Canadian  Northern. 
HOTELS: 

Shawbridge — 4  hotels.  Accommodation 
for  50.  Rates  $1.00  daily— $7.00  weekly 
up. 

St.  Marguerite — 6  hotels.  Accommodation 
175.  Rates  $1.00  daily  up— $7.00  weekly 
up. 

Ste.  Agathe — 5  hotels.  Accommodation 
120.  Rates  from  $2.00  per  day— $16.50 
weekly  and  up. 

St.  Jovite— 3  hotels.  Rates  $2.00  daily  and 
up. 

Mont  Tremblant — 4  hotels  and  boarding 
houses.  Accommodation  for  100.  Rates 
from   $2.00  daily  up- $10.00  weekly   up. 

Val  Morin — 2  hotels.  Accommodation  for 
74  guests.  $2.50  per  day  and  up. 
American  plan. 

Laurentide  National  Park  —  Laurentide 
House,  $2.00  daily.     American  plan. 

RECREATION: 

The  high  altitude  and  the  myriad  of  hill- 
girt  lakes  make  the  Laurentians  ideal 
for  recreations,  such  as  canoeing,  swim- 
ming, fishing,  hunting,  rowing  and  tennis. 
There  is  a  golf  course  at  St.  Marguerite. 
LOWER  ST.  LAWRENCE. 
CHIEF   RESORTS: 

Riviere  du  Loup,  Caeowna,  Bic,  Rimouski, 
Matane,  Metis  Beach,  La  Bale  de  Cha- 
leur,  Gaspe,  Perce,  New  Richmond,  New 
Carlisle. 

HOW  REACHED: 

By    Canadian    Government     Railways     via 
Quebec  or  St.  John. 
HOTEL  ACCOMMODATION: 

Hotels  and  boarding  houses  at  all  points. 
Range  of  rates,  $1.00  daily  up. 
RECREATIONS: 

Fishing,   hunting,   boating,  bathing. 

ONTARIO 
CHIEF   RESORTS: 

Muskoka  Lakes,  Rideau  Lakes,  Algonquin 
Park,  Lake  of  Bays,  Timagami,  Thirty 
Thousand  Islands  and  Point  au  Baril, 
Maganetewan     River,     Kawartha   Lakes, 


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Nipissing  and  French  River,  Lake 
Maginaw  Highlands,  Lake  of  Woods, 
Nipigon  Forest  Reserve  and  Quatico 
Park. 

W  REACHED: 

uskoka  Lakes-Fare  from  Toronto  $5.10 
return  to  Bala.  Reached  through  Grand 
Trunk  to  Muskoka  Wharf  112  miles 
north  of  Toronto  or  via  Gravenhurst 
and  Bracebridge;  through  Bala  on  the 
Toronto  and  Sudbury  line  of  the  C.P.R.; 
through   Canadian   Northern. 

ideau  Lakes — Via  Smith's  Falls  on 
C.P.R.;  to  Portland  and  Chaffing's 
Locks  by  C.N.R.,  Toronto  to  former 
point,  $9.95  return. 

Igonquin  Park  On  G.T.R.  and  on  C.N.R. 
via  Ottawa. 

ake  of  Bays— On  G.T.R.  via  Huntsville, 
145  miles  north  of  Toronto. 

imagami  -On  G.T.R.  and  T.  &  N.O.,  300 
miles  north  of  Toronto. 

hirty  Thousand  Islands  and  Point  au 
Baril— Reached  by  G.T.R.  via  Midland 
or  Penetang  and  Northern  Navigation 
Steamships;  by  C.P.R.  to  Point  au 
Baril. 

riagnctewan  River  Reached  by  G.T.R.  via 
Bark's  Falls  and  by  boat  up  the  river. 
Lies  between  Muskoka  Lakes  and  Lake 
Nipissing. 

<awartha  Lakes  —  Eastern  portion  is 
reached  via  Peterboro  and  Lakefield  on 
G.T.R.,  embarkation  at  latter  point  for 
trip  up  Stony  Lake;  via  Peterboro  and 
Bobcaygeon   on   C.P.R. 

Vipissing  and  French  River — Reached 
from  North  Bay  on  G.T.R.;  and  from 
French  and  Bigwood  stations  on  C.P.R., 
Toronto-Sudbury   line. 

:^ake  Mazinaw  Highlands — Reached  over 
35  miles  motor  road  from  Tweed  or 
carriage  road  from  Kaladar  on  Canadian 
Pacific  Peterboro  line. 

Lake  of  Woods — Reached  via  Kenora  on 
C.P.R.  main  line  between  Fort  William 
and  Winnipeg. 

Vipigon  Forest  Reserve — At  Orient  Bay 
100  miles  east  of  Port  Arthur,  reached 
via  C.N.R. 

Quetico   Park     Via   C.N.R. 

)TELS: 

Muskoka  Lakes—A  myriad  of  hotels  and 
boarding  houses  dot  the  lakes  too 
numerous  to  mention.  A  place  may  be 
found  to  fit  every  purse,  from  $7.00  a 
week  upward  to  $3.00  daily  and  up. 
Royal   Muskoka  Hotel,  American   plan. 

Rideau  Lakes —Good  hotel  accommodation 
at  points  on  lakes.  Well  conducted 
hostelry  at  Jones  Falls  and  four  first- 
class  hotels  at  Kingston. 

Algonquin  Park — Hotel  accommodation, 
including  log  cabin  camp  hotels,  is 
modern  and  first  class  in  every  respect. 
Rates,  American  plan,  from  $19.00  per 
week  up. 

Lake  of  Bays  -Modern  summer  hotels  and 
boarding  houses.  Rates,  American  plan, 
S7.00   to   $30.00. 

^  Timagami — Hotel  rates  from  $2.50  per 
day   up.     American  plan. 

'Thirty  Thousand  Islands  —  Hotel  and 
boarding    house    rates,    $8.00    to    $22.00 

I      per  week,  American   plan. 

L  Point   au   Baril   on    Georgian   Bay — Three 

t  hotels,  located  on  different  islands  and 
reached  by  motorboat.  Aggregate  ac- 
commodation for  270  guests.  Rates 
from  $2.00  per  day  and  $10.00  weekly 
up.  Six  hotels  at  Parry  Sound,  accom- 
modation for  500.     Rates  $1.50  per  day 

j  up,  $7.00  weekly  and  up. 
Magnetewan  River-  Hotel  and  boarding 
house  rates,  $6.00  to  $12.00  per  week, 
•American  plan. 
Kawartha  Lakes  -  Fourteen  hotels  at  Bob- 
caygeon. Accommodation  for  327.  Rates 
$1.00  daily,  $7.00  weekly  and  up.  Seven 
hotels  at  Lindsay,  accommodation  for 
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with  first  $1.00  order. 

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hotels  at  Peterboro,  accommodation  for 
500  guests.  Rates  from  $1.50  daily  and 
$9.00  up.  Twenty  other  hotels  at 
various   points   throughout  Lakes. 

Nipissing  and  French  River — A  camping 
and  fishing  proposition  for  the  lover 
of  out-of-doors.  Established  camps 
charge  $2.00  per  day  and  $10.00  per 
week. 

Lake  Mazinaw  Highlands — Bon  Echo  Inn 
on  Lake  Mazinaw,  2,000  feet  above  sea 
level;  $2.50  per  day,  $12.00  per  week  up. 

Nipigon  Forest  Reserve — The  rates  at  the 
"Lodge"  are  $3.50  per  day,  American 
plan.  Application  for  reservations 
should  be  made  to  the  manager.  Prince 
Arthur  Hotel,  Port  Arthur,   Ont. 

Quetico  Park — There  is  no  hotel  accom- 
mod«tion  here,  but  there  are  excellent 
facilities   for   camp   sites. 

RECREATIONS: 

The  foregoing  comprises  the  principal  of 
Ontario's  Lakelands,  and  each  and  all 
are  provided  in  a  more  or  less  degree 
with  facilities  for  bathing,  swimming, 
tennis,  canoeing,  sailing,  fishing,  riding, 
driving,  motoring.  There  is  a  golf 
course  at  Royal  Muskoka  on  the  Mus- 
koka   Lakes. 

CANADLAN    ROCKIES. 
CHIEF  RESORTS: 

Mount  Robson  and  Jasper  Parks,  Banff, 
Lake  Louise  (in  the  Rocky  Mountain' 
National  Park);  Field,  Glacier  (in  Gla- 
cier Park);  Sicamous,  Revelstoke  (in 
Revelstoke  National  Park). 

HOW   REACHED: 

Jasper  and  Mount  Hobson  Parka  are 
reached  by  main  line  of  G.T.P.  trans- 
continental line  and  by  C.N.R.;  other 
points  reached  over  C.P.R.  main  line. 
Through  trains,  with  compartment 
observation  cars,  standard  sleepers,  par- 
lor  cars   and   perfect   dining   service. 

HOTELS: 

Jasper  Park  camp  opens  about  June  15th, 
and  accommodation  includes  both  in- 
dividual sleeping  tents  with  good  board 
floors,  and  a  large  dining  and  recrea- 
tion building  equipped  with  a  broad 
open  log  fire  place.  Rates  are  $3.00  per 
day,  American  plan.  Special  rates  for 
conventions   or  tourist  parties. 

Banff — Canadian  Pacific  Banff  Springs 
Hotel;  350  rooms  from  $2.00  up,  Euro- 
pean plan.  Open  May  15th  to  Oct. 
15th.  Eight  other  hotels  with  accom- 
modation for  750  guests.  Rates  from 
$2.00  up,  American   plan. 

Lake  Louise — Canadian  Pacific  Chateau 
Lake  Louise;  365  rooms  from  $2.00  p*jr 
day  and  up,  European  plan.  Open  June 
1st  to  October  15th.  Also  small  inn 
at  Station.  Accommodation  for  25. 
Rates,  $2.75  per  day  and  up,  American 
plan. 

Field,  B.  C. — Canadian  Pacific  Mount 
Stephen  House,  at  station.  Accommo- 
dation for  65.  Rates,  $4.00  per  day  up, 
American  plan.  Emerald  Lake  Chalet, 
7  miles  from  Field.  Accommodation 
for  16.  Rates,  $4.00  per  day  and  up. 
Open  June  15th  to  September  30th. 
Also  Yoho  Valley  Camp,  11  miles  from 
Field,    $4.00    per    day   and    up. 

Glacier,  B.C. — Canadian  Pacific  Glacier 
House.  Accommodation  for  90  guests. 
Rates,  $4.00  per  day  and  up,  American 
plan.     Open   June   1st   to   October   15th. 

Sicamous,  B.C. — Canadian  Pacific  Hotel 
Sicamous.  Accommodation  for  60. 
Rates,  $3.50   up,  American   plan. 

Revelstoke,  B.C. — An  excellent  hotel  is 
located  at  station  from  which  can  be 
explored  the  beauties  of  Revelstoke 
National  Park. 

RECREATIONS: 
Mount    Robson    and    Jasper    Park — This 
great  reserve  comprises  four  thousand 


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four  hundred  square  miles,  containing 
a  bewildering  variety  of  physical  fea- 
tures, majestic  peaks,  snow-capped  and 
glacier-scored,  flower-strewn  valleys, 
beautiful  lakes  and  vast  snow  fields  and 
the  head  waters  of  mighty  rivers.  There 
is  mountain  climbing,  riding,  walking 
trips,    and    good    fishing. 

Banff — In  the  heart  of  Rocky  Mountain 
National  Park,  with  countless  climbs, 
rides  and  drives.  Excellent  fishing  and 
hunting,  swimming  in  warm  sulphur 
pool  with  expert  masseurs  in  atten- 
dance. Eighteen-hole  golf  course,  ten- 
nis. 

Lake  Louise — Driving,  riding,  climbing, 
fishing,  and  excursions  among  the  won- 
derful peaks  and  scenery  of  the  district. 

Field — Drives  and  pony  rides  to  Emerald 
Lake,  Twin  Falls,  in  the  Yoho  Valley. 
Yoho   glacier. 

Glacier --Hiking  or  riding  to  lUecillewaet 
Glacier,  Marion  Lake,  Baloo  Pass,  the 
wonderjful  grumbling  caves  of  Nakimu. 
Alpine  climbing,  with  Swiss  guides. 

Sicamous  —  Fishing,  motorboating  and 
canoeing  on  Shuswap  Lake.  A  pleasant 
stop-over  place  for  those  wishing  to 
see  the  Canadian  Rockies  in  daylight. 

Kevelstoke — Headquarters  for  Revelstoke 
National  Park.  Motor  road  to  top  of 
Mount  Revelstoke.  Fishing  and  hunt- 
ing  in   vicinity. 

PACIFIC  COAST. 
CHIEF  RESORTS: 

Vancouver  and  Victoria. 

HOW  REACHED.: 

Vancouver  Pacific  Coast  terminus  of 
C.P.R.  main   transcontinental   line. 

Victoria  --Situated  on  Vancouver  Island, 
reached  by  Canadian  Pacific  coast 
steamers  across   Puget  Sound. 

HOTELS: 

Vancouver — Canadian  Pacific  Hotel,  Van- 
couver; 650  rooms  from  $2.00  per  day 
and  up.  European  plan;  26  other  hotels. 
Accommodation  for  over  4,000.  Rates, 
$1.00  per  day  up,  European  plan. 

Victoria— Canadian  Pacific  Empress 
Hotel;  320  rooms  from  $2.00  per  day 
and  up,  European  plan;  14  other  hotels. 
Accommodation  2,600  guests.  Rates 
from   $1.00  up  per  day,  European   plan. 

RECREATION : 

Vancouver  -Golf,  tennis,  motoring,  fish- 
ing, hunting,  swimming,  rowing,  sailing, 
riding,  driving  and  the  beautiful  scen- 
ery of  Stanley  Park  and  Capilano  Can- 
yon. 

Victoria  -Two  excellent  golf  courses,  ten- 
nis, the  finest  motor  drives  in  Canada, 
sailing,  canoeing,  swimming,  rowing, 
fine  fishing  and  hunting.  The  climate 
is  so  equable  in  Victoria  that  it  is 
a  popular  all-year  resort. 

WATER  TRIPS. 

There  are  a  great  variety  of  water  trips. 

Canada  Steamships  boats  run  between 
Toronto,  Hamilton,  Buffalo,  Rochester, 
Montreal  and  Quebec  and  beyond  to 
Saguenay,  via  Lake  Ontario  and  the  St. 
Lawrence  River,  passing  through  the 
famous  Thousand  Islands.  Toronto  to 
Saguenay  and  return,  meals  and  berth 
included,  takes  6  days  allowing  12  hours 
of  daylight  in  Quebec  and  6  in  Mon- 
treal, $54.00.  Toronto  to  Quebec,  4Vi 
days,  $38.00.  Other  trips  in  accord- 
ance. 

Hotel  accommodation  at  all  points. 
Saguenay  $20  a  week;  American  plan. 
Boat  trips  on  the  Upper  Lakes,  Grand 
Trunk  boats  from  Sarnia,  Canadian 
Pacific  boats  from  Port  McNichol  and 
Owen  Sound,  running  to  Twin  Cities, 
Duluth   and  Mackinaw. 

A  wonderful  9-day  round  trip  from  Van- 
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'\t  Lake  O'Calling 

Continued  from  page  29. 

'Suzon!''  he' said,  and  fell  back  and  was 
11  — forever. 

S  he  entered,  the  Young  Doctor  gave 
^  one  glance  at  the  body  of  Christopher 
Imour,  the  vanished  money-master, 
en,  with  a  kindly  pressure  of  the  hand 
the  bereaved  nephew,  whose  grief  was 
t  forced,  though  he  was  heir  to  all  the 

d   man's  wealth,   he   passed   into   the 
)m  where  Nancy  James  lay. 
He  found  the  girl  in  a  high  fever,  and 
jathing  hard.     He  touched  the  burning 

n  of  her  face,  felt  her  pulse,  and  pro- 
!ded  to  undo  the  soft  night-dress  which 
Dwed  so  white  against  the  flushed  face 
d  burning  neck. 

Is  it  pneumonia?"  Lisbon  James 
ked,  standing  at  the  other  side  of  the 
d.  with  a  face  tragic  in  its  rigid  calm. 
The  Young  Doctor  nodded.  He  bared 
J  trirl's  bosom,  and  drew  the  linen  down, 

that  he  could  put  the  stethoscope  to 
r  side.  As  he  laid  his  ear  to  it,  his  eyes 
w  something  which  made  him  start,  a 

th-mark  like  a  star  upon  the  hot,  red 
sh,  showing  almost  white,  like  a  lily- 

the-valley  on  crimson  silk. 

He  raised  himself  slowly,  and  met  the 

es  of  Lisbon  James.    They  tried  to  look 

him  steadily;  but  presently  they  fai- 
led, and  a  look  of  appealing  came  into 
3m. 

The  Young  Doctor  gazed  at  Lisbon 
mes,  yet  not  altogether  seeing.  He  was 
holding  a  scene  of  twenty  years  ago — a 
iman's  face  turned  at  a  doorway,  a 
(man's  face  on  a  pillow,  a  child  lying 
side  the  figure  on  the  bed. 
For  a  moment  he  was  lost  in  contem- 
jtion  of  that  scene,  far  and  away  he- 
ld Lisbon  James,  so  far  behind;  then 

pulled  himself  together  with  a  sharp 
termination,  and  gave  attention  to  the 
•1  to  whom  Lake  o'Calling,  which  she 
'ed  so  well,  had  been  unkind  this  day. 
When  he  had  done  what  was  impera- 
'e,  and  had  prepared  her  medicini>, 
ranged  her  treatment,  and  swiftly  made 
record-sheet  of  the  case  for  the  wall 
hind  the  bed,  leaving  the  old  French 
»man  servant  to  look  after  heT,  he  went 
•JO  a  little  room  adjoining,  where  Lisbon 
mes  was  preparing  with  unusual  deft- 
ss  for  ■  a  man,  the  needed  fomenta- 
ms. 


ISBON  JAMES  did  not  look  up  as 
'  he  entered;  but  conscious  of  his 
esence,  bent  over  the  work  in  hand  with 
creased  attention. 

He  sat  down  opposite  the  table  where 
sbon  James  was  busy.  His  eyes  travel- 
i  over  the  slip,  loosely-garbed  figure, 
id  a  quizzical  smile  flickered  for  a  mo- 
snt  at  his  lips. 

"This  is  a  long  way  from  Gaspe,"  he 
id. 

Lisbon  James  started,  but  did  not  meet 
s  gaze. 

"I  was  in  Gaspe  twenty-two  years  ago," 
e  Young  Doctor  added.  "I  had  my 
"St  important  case  in  Gaspe." 
There  was  no  response;  only  a  slow 
ish  fading  to  an  excessive  whiteness  in 
.sbon  James'  face,  showed  that  his  words 
Id. 

"It  was  a  beautiful,  wild  spot.  I  had 
ist  come  across  the  sea  from  Ireland,  to 
art  life  after  my  graduation.  I  had 
orked  hard,  and  I  was  idling  where  the 


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fishing  was  good — in  Gaspe.  Ah,  it  was 
a  beautiful,  wild,  lonely  spot!  The  near- 
est doctor  besides  myself  was  thirty  miles 
away.  That  was  how  I  had  my  first  case 
there  on  the  hill  above  the  little  fishing 
village  on  the  St.  Lawrence.  You  re- 
member!" 

The  work  stopped.  Lisbon  James  raised 
fascinated,  yet  fearful,  eyes  to  his. 

"What  do  I  remember?"  he  asked,  as 
though  trying  to  gain  time. 

"As  I  said,  my  first  case — when  that 
beautiful  girl  in  there,  was  born." 

Lisbon  James  shook  back  his  grey  hair, 
and  wiped  the  perspiration  from  his  brow, 
with  trembling  hand. 

"Will  she  live;  tell  me,  will  she  live?" 
he  asked  in  agony. 

"I  hope  so,"  answered  the  Young 
Doctor.  "She  has  everything  in  her 
favor;  youth,  strength  ,  a  desire  to- live, 
and  a  mother's  care!" 

Lisbon  James'  face  was  waxen  in  its 
whiteness  now. 

"She  has  no  mother,"  she  said  almost 
sharply. 

"You  wished  me  to  say  father's  care?" 
he  remarked. 

There  was  a  moment's  hush,  and  then 
Lisbon  James  sank  into  a  chair,  leaned 
thin,  trembling  arms  on  the  table  and  said 
painfully:  "She  has  no  father." 

"Lisbon  James  is  not  her  father 
then?" 

"Lisbon  James'  body  shook  in  agitation. 
Twenty-two  years  of  self-suppression,  and 
of  all  other  things,  were  shaking  the  thin 
figure  now,  as  a  reed  is  shaken  by  the 
wind. 

Lisbon  James  raised  a  face  with  a  new 
look  in  it,  a  look  as  of  a  sudden  determina- 
tion and  confidence.  "I  can  trust  you, 
as  I  trusted,  as  we  trusted  you,  then  in 
Gaspe,"  the  low,  trailing  voice  said,  "Her 
father  lies  dead  in  the  next  room." 

Now,  the  Young  Doctor  started.  "Her 
father — in  the  next  room!"  he  exclaimed. 

LISBON  JAMES  made  a  gesture  of 
assent.  "He  died  saving  her  life, 
that  is  something;  he  knew  and  was  glad. 
'Suzon,'  he  called  out,  as  he  died.  When 
he  saw  her  face  first  at  the  boat,  that  was 
the  name  he  called  out  before  he  sank." 

"Shock,  acting  on  an  overstrained  heart 
— yes.  Suzon,  she  was — ?" 
"Suzon  was  Nancy's  mother,  was  Chris- 
topher Calmour's  wife.  Nancy  is  the 
image  of  Suzon.  Oh,  never  were  two 
people  more  alike!" 

"He  knew,  you  think?" 

"He  knew  at  the  last^I  told  him." 

"And  you  are  a  woman,  Suzon's  sister," 
he  responded  reflectively. 

"I  was  with  her  when  you — when 
Nancy  was  born  in  Gaspe." 

"Yes,  your  face  always  haunted  me  out 
here,  disturbed  my  memory,"  he  remark- 
ed.   "Why  did  you  do  it?" 

"He  had  so  ill-used  Suzon;  there  was 
another  woman.  One  day  proofs  of  it 
all  came  to  her ;  there  is  always  someone  to 
betray,  either  for  a  price,  or  out  of  re- 
venge. She  left  him  at  once,  and  at  last 
went  to  Gaspe.  There,  as  you  know, 
Nancy  was  born,  and  there  Suzon  died  a 
short  time  after." 

"I  did  not  know  that,"  the  Young 
Doctor  rejoined  uneasily. 

"It  was  no  one's  fault.  When  you  left 
her,  she  was  doing  well;  but  she  caught 
a  chill,  and  died.  Before  she  went  she 
made  me  promise  never  to  let  him  know 
there  was  a  child,  or  to  let  him  have  it; 
and  I  kept  my  promise  to  Suzon." 


"Why  did  you  dress  as  a  man?" 

"It  was  the  way  to  be  sure.  As  her 
father,  a  widower,  there  could  be  no  sus- 
picion of  any  kind.  It  was  my  way — it 
was  my  way,"  she  said  protestingly.  "And 
it  was  right.  No  one  ever  knew  it  all  the 
years  until  to-day  when  he  saw  her.  She 
was  so  like  Suzon;  that  was  how  he 
knew." 

"But  his  property — he  is  worth  mil- 
lions— is  hers  by  right." 

"He  has  left  it  all  to  his  nephew  in 
there,  his  brother's  son." 

"But  it  must  go  to  her.  All  must  be 
made  known." 

"I  gave  my  promise  to  Suzon,"  she 
urged  stubbornly. 

"The  girl  must  have  her  say.  The  dead 
will  not  control  the  living.  If  her  mother 
were  alive,  she  would  say  so.  The  child 
has  a  right  to  know  her  father,  her  own 
father." 

"I  was  as  good  as  any  father  to  her. 
I     .     .     .     ." 

"Nonsense!  The  girl  has  a  right  to 
choose.  Father  and  daughter  are  father 
and  daughter,  and  you  had  no  right,  you 
have  no  right,  to  stand  between.  She 
must  have  what  is  her  own." 

"Through  the  courts  of  law  .  .  ." 
she  shuddered.  "It  was  so  long  ago,  and 
they  are  dead,  and  the  shame  of  it  all  is 
buried,  and — ah,  what  good  can  it  do! 
We  are  happy  here;  we  are  so  happy,  she 
and  I." 

Seeing  the  need  of  it,  the  Young  Doctor 
dealt  almost  sharply  with  her. 

"Did  you  think  you  could  keep  her  at 
Tashalak  Hill  forever?  Did  you  never 
think  that  a  man  might  come — like  that 
one  in  there — his  nephew?" 

Their  eyes  met  and  stayed,  and  into  hers 
came  a  new  thing  that  startled  her. 

"You  are  right.  Oh,  of  course,  you  are 
right,  if  that  might  be!"  she  said.  And  if 
it  was  he,  that  would  put  it  all  right, 
would  it  not?  Then  nothing  need  be 
known,  then     .     .     .     ." 

She  paused,  overwhelmed. 

She  smiled.  How  strange  were  a  wo- 
man's moods  and  reasonings,  even  when 
she  had  played  the  man  so  long! 

"Yes,  that  would  be  the  best  way  out," 
she  said. 

"Father!  Father!"  came  a  cry,  a  little 
painful  cry  from  the  next  room. 

As  she  moved  swiftly  to  the  door  of  the 
next  room,  Lisbon  James  looked  doubt- 
fully, confusedly,  down  at  the  clothes  she 
wore,  then  at  the  Young  Doctor. 

He  interpreted  her  look.  "You  must 
keep  it  up,"  he  said. 

•  'AT  the  Railhead,  wherever  that  may 
-^*-  be,  or  whatever  railway  I  am  build- 
ing when  I  die,  and  if  there  is  more  than 
one,  then  the  railway  last  begun  .  .  ." 
So  read  the  will  of  the  money-master, 
Calmour,  concerning  his  burial.  And  so, 
west  of  'fashalak  Hill  fifty  miles,  he  was 
laid  away,  at  the  last  milestone  of  his 
great  project,  as  it  were.  A  cairn  of 
stones  marked  the  place  till  such  a  time 
as  a  fitting  monument  could  be  erected, 
and  the  will  provided  for  that — a  tall 
shaft  of  pure  white  marble,  with  nothing 
thereon  save  the  name  of  the  money-mas- 
ter who  had,  in  doing  service  for  himself 
and  his  ambitions,  done  great  service  to 
the  State.  His  nephew,  Rupert  Calmour, 
heir  to  the  millions,  was  the  chief 
mourner,  and  carefully  directed  and  su- 
pervised all  that  was  done.  The  caval- 
cade that  left  the  log  mansion  at  Tasha- 
lak    Hill    crossing     Lake   ©'Calling     on 


rafts  hastily  made,  was  in  keeping  with 
the  romantic  spirit  underlying  the  char- 
acter of  the  man  that  had  in  part  paid 
his  debt  to  Suzon  Caron.  Also,  he  had, 
in  some  part,  paid  his  debt  to  the  daughter 
whose  life  he  had  given  again,  as  it  were, 
a  new  birth  to  the  world.  In  some  part, 
too,  he  had  paid  a  heavy  debt  to  the  Soul 
of  Things,  whose  gift  he  had  abused, 
whose  secrets  he  had  profaned. 

"What  are  your  plans  now?"  asked 
the  Young  Doctor  of  Rupert  Calmour, 
when  they  met  at  Tashalak  Hill  after  the 
last  duty  had  been  paid  to  the  ashes  of 
the  money-master. 

"I'm  staying  here  till  I  know  the  danger 
is  over.  It's  what  he  would  have  wished, 
I  know"  responded  Calmour. 

"I'm  certain  it's  what  he  would  have 
wished!"  returned  the  Young  Doctor, 
meaningly. 

The  blue  eyes  swept  suddenly  to  meet 
the  Young  Doctor's  look.  They  were  full 
of  inquiry,  of  resolute  inquiry.  Char- 
acter had  its  abode  in  the  depths  of 
that  blue  sea  of  intelligence  and  feeling. 

"She  is  like  my  aunt,  as  I  remember 
her  when  a  child.  It  was  that  that  made 
him  cry  'Suzon'  when  he  saw  her  face, 
I  suppose.  Is  it  a  chance  resemblance, 
or  is — is  there  a  mystery?  ....  Do 
you  know?  Who  is  she?  Who  is  her 
father,  Lisbon  James?  Where  did  she 
come  from?  He  also  is  like  my  aunt,  as 
I  remember  her."        ■      - 

"■Nature  reproduces  herself  more  often 
than  we  think,"  replied  the  Young  Doctor, 
"and  I  have  no  doubt  there  was  some 
startling  resemblance;  but  mystery  or  no 
mystery,  there's  no  need  for  any  unveiling 
now.  He  is  gone,  and  if  there  was  a  mys- 
tery he  carried  it  with  him." 

"But  she  is  left,  she  and  her  father." 

"If  Lisbon  James  has  anything  to  say, 
he  will  no  doubt  say  it." 

"When  Lisbon  James  whispered  some- 
thing to  my  uncle,  he  gave  a  cry,  started 
up,  and  then  fell  back  dead,"  persisted  the 
new  money-master. 

"I  think  we  must  let  it  stand  at  that," 
responded  the  Young  Doctor. 

"They  might  be  relatives,"  urged  Ru- 
pert   Calmour. 

"That  could  make  little  difference  to 
them,  I  understand,"  rejoined  the  Young 
Doctor.  "He  left  everything  in  one  quar- 
ter, is  it  not  so?" 

"If  she— if  they — were  relatives,  I 
would  see  justice  done,"  he  answered 
firmly. 

THE  Young  Doctor  smiled  to  himself. 
There  was  a  chuckle  in  his  throat. 
The  new  money-master  could  not  keep  his 
eyes  off  the  log-mansion,  and  his  feet 
were  impatient  to  move  in  that  direction. 

It  was  impossible  that  the  mystery 
might  yet  remain  a  mystery,  and  still  that 
justice  should  be  done !  The  Young  Doctor 
led  the  way  toward  the  house,  and,  as  he 
went,  he  realized  that  there  had  come  to 
Rupert  Calmour,  as  there  had  come  to 
himself  a  few  years  before,  the  conviction 
which  makes  the  first  glance  the  eternal 
commitment  of  the  heart — love  at  first 
sight  and  for  always. 

"Then  you'll  be  staying  yet  awhile?" 
asked  the  Young  Doctor,  as  they  neared 
the  house.  "You'll  not  need  to  go  at  once? 
I  suppose  that  business  calls,  and     .     .     . 

"What's  the  good  of  what  I've  got, 
if  I'm  the  slave  of  others!  Let  them 
wait,"  grumbled  the  new  money-master. 

"It  sounds  like  insolence;  but  it's  power, 
simply     power,"     reflected^  the     Young 


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Doctor.     But  aloud  he  said:     "Well,  1 
this  life  there's  always  slavery  even  1 
the  higgest,  if  not  in  one  direction  the  1 
in  another!" 

The  new  money-master  was  so  eager  1 
get  inside  the  log-mansion  that  he  d: 
not  realize  the  ironical,  underlying  suj 
gestion;  but  the  Young  Doctor  nodd€ 
secretly  and  confidently  to  Lisbon  Jame 
as  he  entered  the  house. 

THAT  evening  at  sunset,  when  til 
world  was  all  as  beautiful  as  til 
prayer  of  a  child,  and  the  sunset  was  a  s«| 
of  gold  and  roses  and  violets,  Rupel 
Calmour,  with  the  Young  Doctor,  w«l 
admitted  to  the  bedside  of  the  girl  whoij 
life  he  had  helped  to  save. 

"You'll  be  going  East  soon,"  sal 
Nancy  timidly  at  last  to  Rupert  Calmou| 

"Oh,  no,  not  soon!"  he  answered, 
shall  wait  till  you  are  on  your  feet — oi| 
of  the  wood  altogether." 

"You'll  be  here  quite  a  long  time,"  sll 
remarked  demurely,  as  her  native  humJ 
bubbled  up ;  and  she  turned  her  face  f ro I 
the  roses  in  the  sky  to  inspect  very  carl 
fully  the  pink  roses  in  the  paper  on  t)l 
wall.  I 

"My  uncle  would  have  wished  it  so,"  ll 
ventured  lamely.  I 

"He  saved  my  life;  I  shall  never  forgi 
it,"  she  responded  earnestly  and  grati 
fully  and  with  tears  in  her  eyes;  and  thil 
the  native  humor  would  have  its  wal 
"Stay  for  your  uncle's  sake,"  she  addel 
looking  him  straight  in  the  eyes;  and  ll 
blushed  like  a  school-girl,  this  new  mone| 
master  of  thirty. 

At  that  instant  the  Young  Doctor  1«| 
the  room,  choking  back  his  laught«| 
'This  is  too  much  for  me,"  he  said  to  L;| 
bon  James  with  a  grin.  "It  is  going 
you  wish,  all  right." 

Now  Lisbon  James  blushed  too.  SinI 
the  Young  Doctor  had  come  to  know  hi 
sex,  she  had  been  all  woman — almost  i| 
hysterical   woman. 

"What  is  to  become  of  me?"  she  ask| 
presently. 

"Wait  for  the  wedding  and  then  do 
you  like,"  said  the  second  match-maker. 

"She  is  to  be  told  all,  is  she  noti 
asked  Lisbon  James. 

"Yes,  when  it  doesn't  matter  which  is 
have  the  millions,"  responded  the  You| 
Doctor,  sagely. 

"Go  in  and  see,"  he  answered,  withi 
gesture  to  the  other  room,  and  smill 
broadly  again. 

"Was  it  all  a  mistake — all  I  did  all  th€| 
years?"  Lisbon  James  asked  ruefully. 

"If  I  knew  that,  I'd  know  what  AUj 
knows,"  answered  the  Young  Doctor. 

"I  only  did  what  Suzon  wished,'"  tl 
other  persisted  weakly. 

"Perhaps  Suzon  saw  further  than 
can,"  rejoined  the  Young  Doctor. 


LISBON  JAMES  took  a  bowl  fil] 
with  everlasting  flowers, 
moved  almost  awkwardly  toward  the  o 
room.  In  man's  clothes,  she  was  V( 
self-conscious  now.  She  turned  at  . 
door,  and  looked  back  at  him  in  embi 
rassment. 

There  came  again  to  the  Young  Doct 
vision  the  room  at  Gaspe  by  the  sea,  wh 
Nancy  Calmour  was  born. 

"Life  isn't  a  puzzle  after  all,"  he  sid 
to  himself,  when  he  was  left  alone.  "Is 
a  law  at  work."' 


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little  son-of-a-gun  than  of  avoidin'  trouble 
,  aforesaid  if  same  was  to  take  place  on 
my  location. 

B.  Birks  sashays  acrost  to  where  the 
big  puncher  was  standin',  yanks  him  up 
to  the  bar  an'  buys.  I  near  fell  down  o' 
my  own  weight! 

"Can  you  clear  one  o'  them  private  par- 
lors o'  your's  back  behind,  Andy?"  en- 
quires the  grinnin'  fool.  "Me'n'  Mr.  Dake 
wishes  to  have  a  few  moments  private  an' 
undisturbed  an'  secluded  entire,"  he  elu- 
cidates, which  same  aint  castin'  no  great 
flood  o'  light  into  the  obscurity  o'  my 
upper  stope,  the  which  I  stands  there  an' 
scratches  while  they  passes  into  retire- 
ment. 

When*  they  present  calls  for  drinks  I 
brushes  Jimmy  to  one  side  an'  takes  'em 
in  myself  an'  lingers,  wipin'  the  table  an' 
pretendin'  I'm  bavin'  trouble  with  the 
cork  an'  so  on. 

They's  both  laughin'  hearty  an'  I  hears 
B.  Birks  sayin':  "You  know,  Mitch,  old 
boy,  I  don't  mind  confessin'  I  sure  loves 
that  girl  an'  she  loves  me,  on'y  she  aint 
waked  up  to  it  yet.  That's  why  it's  up 
to  me  to  limber  her  thinkin'  machinery," 
he  sayd,  an'  Dake  guffaws  an'  slaps  his 
leg  like  he'd  heered  somethin'  remarkable 
funny. 

"An'  seein'  's  you  went  an'  killed  my 
dawg  this  afternoon,"  pursues  B.  Birks,  "I 
kind  o'  figured  you  owes  it  to  me  to  help 
me  out  in  this  little  love  affair.  An'  are 
you  goin'  to  do  it  or  aint  you?" 

After  slappin'  his  leg  again  an'  guff' 
awin'  some  more  Dake  says  he'd  be  ever- 
lastin'  doggoned  if  he  wouldn't.  I  seen 
they  were  beginnin'  to  notice  me  hangin' 
around,  so  I  goes  out,  weak  an'  kind  'o  sick 
to  the  stommick.  I  sure  am  entertainin' 
staggerin'  thoughts  at  that  same  identical 
moment  an'  I  goes  an'  gets  a  long  drink 
o'  pure  cold  water  an'  sits  down  for  a 
while. 

AFTER  the  pow-wow's  over  I  talks 
to  B.  Birks  for  some  considerable 
time,  avoidin'  the  main  topic  for  fear 
he'll  get  his  brandin'-irons  mixed  an'  gab- 
bin'  away  'bout  things  I  aint  carin'  a  hoot 
about  an'  hopin'  all  the  time  he'll  say 
somethin'  as'll  give  me  a  chanst  to  horn 
in  respectable;  till  I  feels  like  an  old 
woman  with  a  shawl  over  my  head!  We 
aint  taught  to  be  nosey  out  West,  bein'  o' 
the  opinion  as  same  aint  conducive  to 
long  life  an'  happiness,  an'  I  figgers  I've 
already  showed  this  here  Eastern  party 
the  cards  face  up  an'  it's  his  lead. 

But  apparent  B.  Birks  aint  recognizin' 
no  hints,  him  not  sayin'  a  word  'bout 
Dake  or  the  girl.  An'  when  he  takes  Dake 
down  to  the  Booster  office  to  show  him  the 
layout   I  knows  he's  gone  loco  absolute. 

Next  day  he  sends  Bellamy's  kid  up  to 
the  gulch  to  watch  a  certain  pine  grove 
aVi'  when  the  kid  comes  back  clumpety- 
clump  with  the  alarmin'  intelligence  that 
the  young  lady  from  Ford's  has  been 
grabbed  by  four  punchers  an'  ridden  off 
with — when  that  disturbin'  noos  reaches 
B.  Birks  the  fool  grins,  finishes  settin' 
some  type  he's  workin'  at  an'  wipes  his 
fingers  calm  on  a  piece  o'  paper. 

"The  time  has  came,"  he  says. 

I_T  E  goes  out  an'  borry's  Chet  Eraser's 
'^  -l  bronk  on'  a  couple  of  six-shooters, 
the  which  he  oils  an'  loads  careful.  He 
puts   grub   in   his   saddle-bags   an'   that 


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night  after  the  stars  has  started  to  blink, 
he  slips  out  quiet  from  Clover  Bar,  takin' 
the   up-valley   trail. 

After  joggin"  along  comfortable  for 
an  hour  or  two  he  comes  to  the  Twin 
Boulders.  He's  approachin'  same  very 
careful,  gets  off  the  bronk,  throwin' 
reins  over  said  animal's  head  an'  anchor- 
in'  him  to  the  ground  thereby.  He  grabs 
both  guns  firm,  one  in  each  hand,  an' 
sneaks  cautious  into  the  shadows. 

He  crawls  carefully  up  the  ridge  in 
front  o'  him.  He  peeks  over.  But  there 
aint  no  glowin'  camp-fire  greetin'  his 
eager  gaze.  There  aint  no  bold  bad 
"gang"  of  desperadoes  for  him  to  sur- 
prise.    There  aint  no  girl ! 

B.  Birks  sits  up  straight  an'  stiff  there 
in  the  dark.  Mitch  has  promised  him 
faithful  he'd  be  there  with  the  girl 
safe  an'  sound  so't  she  could  be  rescued 
brave  by  B.  Birks! 

The  everlastin'  kind-an'-gentle,  meek- 
an'-mild  milk-imbibin'  idgit! 


IN  every  human  bein'  there  lays  great 
swearin'  possibilities.  In  some  it 
aint  so  clost  to  the  surface  as  'tis  in 
others;  but  it  sure  is  there.  Sooner  or 
later  there  comes  a  time  when  the  Rock 
o'  Serenity  gets  blasted  an'  there  she  lays 
— a  pocket  o'  pure  gold  cuss-words,  free' 
an'  ready. 

B.  Birks  discovers  his  great  strike  as  he 
goes  jumpin'  back  to  where  he's  left  the 
bronk.  He  sure  is  gushin'  an'  he  makes 
the  saddle  in  one  leap,  digs  in  the  spurs 
an'  scoots  away  through  the  night  like 
he's  tryin'  to  get  somewheres  ahead  o' 
hisself. 

He  knows  Dake  must  've  kept  on  up  the 
valley.  There's  on'y  one  way  he  could  go 
till  he  hits  the  upper  trail,  all  other  side- 
shoots  bein'  pockets.  So  this  here  rocket 
o'  rage  rides  mad  till  he  gets  to  the  upper 
trail  an'  there  he  has  to  camp,  losin'  three 
valuable  hours,  waiting  for  daylight  to 
show  him  which  way  the  punchers  was 
hes^din'. 

It  takes  him  two  days  to  come  up  with 
'em.  Dake's  makin'  for  the  border  as 
fast  as  he  can  hike.  B.  Birks  aint  had 
much  experience  trailin'  in  the  open  an' 
he  loses  the  sign  frequent,  on'y  stumblin' 
on  it  again  by  circlin'  around.  He  sure' 
is  playin'  in  luck  to  overhaul  the  outfit 
in  two  days  under  them  circumstances, 
special  as  he  aint  totin'  much  grub  an' 
aint  takin'  time  to  stop  an'  do  no  huntin' 
for  anythin'  but  hoof-marks. 

IT'S  late  in  the  afternoon  when  he  sees 
he's  closin'  in  on  the  quarry  an'  he  eases 
up  so's  to  keep  out  o'  sight.  Dake's 
mounts  have  gave  out  on  'em  an'  they's 
decided  to  make  camp  for  the  night,  feelin' 
sure  they's  shaken  off  pursuit  by  their 
hard   ridin'. 

B.  Birks  is  so  hoppin'  mad  he  don't  wait 
for  no  manooverin'  but  walks  right  in 
on  'em  behind  his  two  guns.  He  has  the 
drop  on  'em  afore  they  knows  he's  there. 

The  girl  screams  when  she  sees  him. 
Fortunate  she's  roped  an'  tied  or  she'd 
've  run  at  B.  Birks  an'  got  in  his  way. 

Said  party  aint  wastin'  no  time. 

"You  blighted  scoundrels!"  he  yells. 
"Move  an'  I'll  blow  you  to  Kingdom  Come ! 
Move,  you  blankety-blanked  skunks!"  he 
implores.  "Oh,  go  on,  just  move,  some- 
body." 'An  he  advances  straight  for  'em, 
his  face  lit  with  hope  for  an  excuse  to  let 
some  dyin'  daylight  into  'em. 

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an'  they  aint  hankerin'  for  no  sieve  work. 
They's  most  amazin'  anxious  to  keep  their 
hands  up  in  the  air,  posin'  rigid. 

B.  Birks  passes  cool  an'  cold  from  one 
to  another,  relievin'  each  man  o'  his  gun 
an'   tossin'   same   off  in   the  grass. 

"Now;  you  fellers  listen  to  me  an'  listen 
good,"  he  says  final.  "If  I  gave  you  what 
you  deserve  I'd  shoot  the  bunch  of  you. 
But  I'm  goin'  to  give  you  one  chanst  to 
save  your' measly  hides.  Behind  me,  'bout 
five  miles,"  there's  a  bunch  of  red  hot  citi- 
zens of  Clover  Bar  on  your  trail,"  he 
sayd.  "If  you  leave  immedjit  you  has  a 
chanst.  If  you  lingers,  I  proceeds  to  shoot 
you  up  good   an'  sufficient." 

"Now,  GIT!"  yells  B.  Birks,  flourishin' 
his  arguments  . 

Three  o'  them  aint  interested  in  the 
gospel  accordin'  to  Ananias  an'  they  slides 
for  their  bronks  an'  tears  away  bareback, 
some  anxious  an'  sincere. 

THIS  here  Dake  party  aint  so  easy 
convinced.  He's  gone  to  consider- 
able pains  to  abduct  this  here  beautiful 
queen  an'  he's  some  anxious  to  hang  onto 
the  dolly.  He  fails  to  see  how  the  citizens 
o'  Clover  Bar  could  know  anythin'  'bout 
things  this  early  in  the  game,  knowin' 
the  arrangements  with  B.  Birks  calls  for 
a  lone  hand.  Also  he's  seen  where  his 
gun's  layin'  an'  he's  been  edgin'  over 
gradual  till  he  figgers  same  is  right  at 
his  feet. 

He  swoops  for  it  sudden  an'  opens  fire, 
knockin'  one  of  B.  Birks'  guns  out  o' 
said  tenderfoot's  hand.  Surprised  an' 
pained  at  this  lack  of  trust,  his  left  arm 
swingin'  numb  an'  wooden,  B.B.  pumps 
lead  an'  misses. 

Dake  jumps  for  the  nearest  rock.  B. 
Birks  lets  go  another  bullet  an'  misses. 

Dake  fires  again.  Bark  flies  off  log 
where  Birks  has  fell  flat  for  protection. 
Girl  creeps  about  in  grass,  huntin'  for  one 
o'  them  guns  in  the  discard,  on'y  her 
feet  bein'  tied  together.  Neither  o'  the 
men  sees  her,  bein'  too  interested  in  each 
other. 

Birks  makes  a  bluff  play  by  elevatin' 
his  hat  on  a  bit  o'  stick  an'  draws  two 
more  o'  Dake's  bullets  'fore  the  puncher 
spots  the  ancient  trick  an'  cusses  hisself 
deep  an'  turbulent. 

"The  beggar  can  shoot,"  admits  B. 
Birks,  admirin'  the  two  holes  in  his  hat. 

He  decides  he'll  have  to  get  closter  to 
that  rock  o'  Dake's  if  he  hopes  to  hit 
anythin'  an'  starts  edgin'  along  the  log 
towards  some  brush.  He  has  to  cross  an 
open  space  about  four  feet  wide  to  make 
it.  He  waits  his  chanst  an'  jumps  for  it 
like  a  scared  jackrabbit. 

Bang!  Ping!  The  bullet  has  whined 
1st  Birk's  chest  as  he's  stooped  over  in 
jtull  dash  an'  it  stings  him  in  the  arm.  It's 
Dn'y  a  scratch,  though  she's  bleeding 
"onsiderable. 

"That's  leavin'  him  with  only  one  more 
phot  in  that  gun,"  gloats  B.  Birks,  savage, 
|kn'  he  starts  crawlin'  rapid  an'  circlin' 
ound. 

Dake  sees  what  he's  up  to  an'  comes 
Sround  the  rock  as  Birks  proceeds, 
[is  back's  to  the  girl  now  an'  he  aint 
geein'  her  pick  a  gun  out  o'  the  grass. 
*Ie's  watchin'  for  Birks  to  cro^s  another 
open  space  an'  his  thick  lips  is  all  snarled 
back  over  his  yeller  teeth  an'  he  aint  a 
pleasant  sight. 

Present  he  thinks  he  sees  his  chanst 
an'  jumps  to  his  feet  for  a  sure  shot. 

B.  fires!  D.  fires!  G.  shuts  her  eyes 
an'  fires! 


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At  sound  o'  that  third  shot  B.  Birks 
rises  up  an'  hollers  at  the  girl.  He  sees 
her  lyin'  still  on  the  ground  an'  he  rushes 
over  regardless. 

But  she's  on'y  fainted.  Dake's  gun  is 
empty  an'  he's  rockin'  back  an'  forth, 
nursin'  a  bleedin'  leg  where  the  girl's 
bullet  plowed  through.  He  grins  as  B. 
Birks  walks  over  to  him,  coverin'  him 
steady. 

"You  win  the  pot,  son." 

"You're  a  heluva  man!"  reproves  B. 
Birks. 

He  goes  an'  gets  water  an'  revives  Miss 
Johnson  an'  the  both  of  'em  washes  Dake's 
wound  an'  binds  same.  They  catches  his 
ho'se  an'  pickets  same  beside  him,  lays 
out  his  grub  handy  an'  says  farewell. 

An'  that  there  puncher  watches  them 
go  with  feelin's  considerable  mixed  up. 

'T*  HERE'S  quite  a  hulabaloo  in  camp 
-»•  when  the  two  gets  back  an'  the  thing 
leaks  out.  But  nothin's  done— at  B. 
Birks'  partic'lar  request.  Dake  has  sense 
enough  to  stay  away. 

When  I  seen  B.  Birks  I  proceeds  to  hand 
him  a  talk  he  aint  likely  to  forget  in  a 
hurry;  for  the  words  is  sure  crowdin'  an 
jostlin'  for  expression.  But  I  aint  gettin' 
no  more  'n  started  when  he  slaps  me  on  the 
back. 

"We're  engaged,  Andy,"  grins  the 
darned  fool.  "It  worked,  old  timer.  Aint 
I  the  original  plotter  from  Plotsville?" 

"Yes,"  I  retorts,  him  bein'  so  happy 
it's  plumb  sickenin'.  "Oh,  yes!  Your 
plottin'  is  so  fancy  you  comes  within  an 
ace  o'  landin'  a  plot  in  the  cemytary! 
Why  the  blitherin'  blue  blazes  aint  you 
takin'  your  friends  into  your  confidence?" 
An'  I'm  proceedin'  to  skin  him  alive  when 
he  tosses  out  a  letter  for  me  to  read. 

It's  from   a  noospaper  way  down  in 
Toronto  an'  it  implores  him  to  go  back 
there  an'  do  editin'  what  is  editin'  an 
when  I  looks  up  I  notes  that  B.  Birks 
aint  grinnin'  quite  so  free. 

"Y'aint  goin',  son?"  I  enquires,  hopeful. 
For  there's  them  in  our  camp  is  sure 
'liking  little  B.  Birks. 

"I'm  afraid  so,  Andy.  For  myself  I'd 
stick  right  here;  but  there  aint  a  livin' 
for  two  in  the  noospaper  game  in  Clover 
Bar." 

There  aint  nothin'  to  do  but  nod;  so  I 
nods.  An'  present  we  goes  down  an'  tacks 
up  a  sigrn  which  he  prints: 

BIRKS'  BOOSTER 
BUSTED   B'GOSH! 

An'  he  sells  the  entire  layout  for  a 
song  to  an  editor  what's  been  kicked  out 
of  a  neighborin'  camp  an'  aint  partic'lar 
where  he's  landin'.  An'  this  new  lean 
specimen  arrives  in  Clover  Bar  with  a 
burnin'  thirst  an'  a  meal-ticket  full  o' 
holes.  An'  he  pays  for  the  Booster  with 
an  I.O.U. 

B.  Birks  thereupon  takes  the  little  lady 
an'  together  they  drifts  off  into  the 
sunrise.  ' 


THE  STORY  OF 

Confederation 

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Continued  from  page  22. 

"Not  exactly,"  answered  Montague, 
and  muttered,  "Duration  of  the  war — and 
six  months  after — with  plebs  like  this!" 

"I'm  a  carpenter  by  trade,"  vouchsafed 
Pte.  Waller,  and  then  emitted  a  shout  of 
delight.  "I  say,"  he  cried,  "blime  if  it 
ain't  the  missus!" 

IN  a  few  moments  they  reached  a  little 
English  woman,  not  much  more  than  a 
girl,  who  was  guiding  a  baby  carriage 
contaming  a  chubby  little  youngster  of 
some  two  years  of  age. 

"'EUo,  Bill,"  she  said,  " 'Ow's  the 
h'army?" 

"Great,"  said  her  husband,  "but  meet 
my  pal,  Pte.  Montague — Pte.  Montague 
meet  my  old  woman." 

"Glad  to  know  any  friend  of  Bill's," 
said  Mrs.  Waller  warmly. 

Montague  bowed.  "Thank  you,"  he  said, 
gravely,  "you  are  giving  up  a  lot  in  let- 
ting your  husband  go  to  the  war." 

The  girl  pouted.    "  'E  would  go." 

"You  said  I  had  to,  Emily." 

"But  you  wanted  to  go.  Bill." 

"Of  course,  but  I  said — " 

"I   know — about  the  biby,  but — " 

"There  you  go  again.  Didn't  you  say 
I  must?" 

"Oh,  well,  Mr.  Montague."  The  little 
woman  looked  frankly  into  the  latter's 
grey-blue  unreadable  eyes.  "The  biby's 
a  boy  and  when  he  grows  up  I  cawn't  say 
to  'im,  '  'Arry,  your  father  was  a  slacker!' 
Now  can  I,  Mr.  Montague?" 

He  made  no  answer,  but  a  thoughtful 
look  crept  into  the  hard,  unsmiling  eyes. 

"Come  and  have  a  bite  of  supper,  pard." 
Pte.  Waller  rubbed  his  hands  together  at 
the  prospect. 

"No — no,  thanks,"  said  Montague,  has- 
tily. He  was  longing  for  privacy  and  the 
solace  that  comes  with  solitude.  "Some 
other  night,  perhaps,  when  we  have  our 
uniforms."  > 

"Good  enough!"  cried  the  cheery  little 
man.  "Then  we'll  do  Queen  street  togeth- 
er and  show  the  girls — what,  ho — oh,  no." 

Montague  raised  his  hat.  "Good  even- 
ing," he  said. 

"So  long,"  said  Pte.  Waller.  "See  you  in 
the  morning." 

■\^7"HEN  they  were  alone  the  husband 

'  '  turned  to  his  young  wife  with  an 
air  of  pride.  "What  do  you  think  of  my 
pal?"  he  asked,  with  an  air  of  proprietor- 
ship. 

"G'wan,"  said  Emily  disdainfully,  "  E 
ain't  your  pal." 

"He  is  too." 

"  'E  ain't!"  She  tossed  her  head.  "Don't 
I  know  one  when  I  sees  one;  me,  the 
daughter  of  a  footman  in  Lady  Swank- 
bourne's?  'E  your  pal!  'E  bloomin'  well 
ain't — 'e's  a  gentleman!" 

Far  up  the  street  Montague  was  strid- 
ing towards  his  home,  wondering  if  any 
one  had  seen  him  with  the  Wallers,  or 
had  heard  the  ubiquitous  little  Cockney 
call  him  pard.  Good  Heavens,  what  would 
his  friends  say,  or,  for  that  matter,  how 
could  he  face  Sylvester  if  he  had  been 
seen  by  that  polite  scion  of  servitude? 

It  was  late  in  October  when  Miss  Vera 
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to  six   feet 

The  Bull  Moose  which  attacked  Colonel 
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within  fifty  miles  of  the  City  of  Quebec. 
Mrs.  H.  G.  Campbell,  of  New  York,  has 
a  record  of  a  black  bear  and  a  large  bull 
moose  at  Lake  Kiskisink. 
The  bisr  bull  moose  of  ex-Mayor  Carter 
Harrison,  of  Chicago,  was  killed  in  North- 
ern Quebec. 

Caribou  and  Deer 

are  abundant  in  parts  of  Quebec  Province, 
as    well   as    moose  and   bear. 

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and  so  are  the  best  Guides,  both  for  fishing 
and  hunting.  Read  Henry  van  Dyke's 
description  of  some  of  them  in  "Little 
Rivers." 


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Quebec,  Que. 


cent  Home,  found  a  letter  from  France 
awaiting  her.  She  broke  the  seal  and  at 
the  first  word  the  blood  left  her  cheeks 
and  then  returned  to  leave  them  glowing. 
The  letter  was  from  Dennis  Montague, 
and  was  postmarked  with  the  heading 
which  will  cast  its  unique  spell  over  us 
and  our  children  for  years  to  come  — 
"Somewhere  in  France." 

■*S(juiett'bere  in   l-'rance." 

"M.v  Dear  Girl. — In  a  nuiple  of  hours  \v<' 
are  (?oiiig  over  the  parapet  to  reaeh  the  Ger- 
man lines  or  gain  ol)livion — or  worse.  All 
around  me  the  men  I  have  worked  with, 
slept  with,  fought  with,  are  writing  to  or 
thiniiing  of  some  loved  one  at  home,  I  dt) 
not  know  whether  the  love  you  once  felt 
for  uie  has  died  or  not,  hut  it  was  once  strong 
enough  to  hurt  me  as  no  one  had  ever  done 
bi'fore — to  tear  my  soul  out  to  where  I  could 
see  its  rottenness  •  with  my  own  eyes.  I 
could  not  live  with  myself  after  that,  and  as 
you  must  have  heard,  for  I  'believe  it  was  a 
drawing-room  .lest  for  some  time.  I  joined  a 
battalion  composed  almost  entirely  of  men 
from  the  factories,  work  shops  and  streets. 

"It  was  partly  a  spirit  of  bravad,o  niade 
me  do  It  and  partly  a  desire  to  wrestle  with 
Truth,  I  cannot  say  how  hard  it  was  at  first 
to  endure  their  company,  their  incessant 
meaningless  profanity.  I  bated  every  one. 
To  salute  an  ofCicer  on  the  street  caused  mo 
such  humiliation  that-  I  thought  of  desertion 
a  dozen  tlme-s.  l''rom  my  contempt  of  my 
fellow-soldiers  lo  an  understanding  of  their 
nobility  has  been  a  hard,  cruel  road  to  travel, 
but  I  have  travelled  it,  and  I  think  that 
somewhere  on  the  road  there  Is  a  cross 
whereon  my  Pride  was  crucified.  Vera,  my 
prayer  is  no  ion^'cr  that  of  the  Pharisee,  but 
of  the  Publican.  I  was  offered  a  commission : 
I  was  urged  to  .join  the  signallers  or  the  ma- 
chine gun  section,  because  I  would  finil  nun 
more  after  my  own  stamp  there,  but  I  refused 
—the  memery  of  your  words  made  me  stick 
with   the  men   I   started   with. 

"I  have  found  them  crude,  uneducated, 
unambitious,  but  true  as  steel,  and  asking 
no  better  reward  for  their  heroism  than  that 
their  'Missus  and  kiddles'  ivlll  be  looked  after 
at  home.  I  teW  you.  Vera,  that  when  the 
war  J,s  over  we  shall  have  to  realize  that  it 
is  not  only  the  lonsuniptive  and  the  imbecile 
that  deserves  care  and  thought.  There  is  a 
grandeur  and  manhood  in  the  ordinary  un- 
lovely, unkempt  man  of  the  streets  that  onr 
civillVaition  has  failed  to  liring  out,  but  which 
war  lias  done.  So  much  has  war  given  to 
us,   so  much  has  peace  failed   to   give. 

"Life  has  beco.m<>  a  riddle  to  me,  still  fascin- 
ating but  fascinatingly  puzzling.  Perhaps  I 
.shall   find   the  answer   in    No    Man's   Land. 

"Good-bve,  dear  girl— T  don't  think  from 
the  tone  of  my  letter  that  I  have  forgotten 
bow  to  smile  (this  is  where  real  humor  Is 
found,  for  humor  was  always  a  twin  to 
tragedy).  But  I  am  forgetting  how  to  scoff. 
I  suppose,  tliongh.  that  I  haven't  changed 
beyond  recognition,  for  I  believe  behind  my 
back   T  am  called   'The  Puke.' 

Like  my  comrades,  I  have  written  to  a 
loved  one  at  home. 

"I   trust   Vera   that   it  is   an   revoir. 
"Dennis." 
D.  O.  Montague,  Pte.  No.  C7,'?,.'«i.-|, 
Brlndie's  Battalion,  C.E.I'. 

"TT  OUR  MINUTES!"  Lieut.  Gray,  the 

"  youngest  of  the  Brindle  subalterns, 
stood,  watch  in  hand,  his  back  to  the  para- 
pet. A  half  dozen  rifles  spat  at  the  Ger- 
man trench  opposite.  The  attack  was  to 
be  a  surprise  without  preliminary  artil- 
lery fire. 

"THREE  MINUTES!"  There  was  a 
slight  catch  in  the  subaltern's  voice  as  he 
watched  the  ominous  course  of  the  hand 
of  his  watch  ticking  off  the  seconds.  A 
signaller  looked  up  from  his  phone.  "O, 
C.  wants  to  know  if  everything's  ready." 

"TWO  MINUTES!  Has  every  man 
his  gas  helmet,  water  bottle,  iron  ration? 
Right.    Tell  the  O.  C.  everything's  O.K." 

"ONE  MINUTE!"  Every  man  crouch- 
ed for  the  spring — there  was  a  mumbled 
prayer — a  curse — a  laugh — Montague 
took  a  deep,  quivering  breath  and  his 
trembling  hand  felt  for  the  bayonet  stud 
to  see  that  it  was  firm. 


"COME  ON,  BRINDLES,  GIVE  'EM 
HELL!"  Subaltern  Gray  leaped  to  the 
parap>et,  stood  silhouhetted  a  moment 
against  the  dull,  cloudy  sky,  and,  with- 
out a  word,  fell  back  into  the  trench,  a 
corpse.  Cursing,  shouting,  laughing,  the 
men  scrambled  over  the  breastworks  and 
were  met  by  a  torrent  of  machine  gun  fire 
that  swept  through  their  ranks  with  piti- 
less accuracy. 

"Something's  wrong!"  yelled  Major 
Watson  from  the  centre.  "They  knew  we 
were  coming."  And  he  whirled  around 
twice  and  dropped  in  his  tracks.  Mon- 
tague leaped  forward  with  a  hoarse  inar- 
ticulate shout  when  he  felt  a  blow  on  his 
arm  as  though  it  had  been  struck  by  a 
red  hot  iron.  He  fell,  but  rose  immedi- 
ately, madly  excited,  muttering  words  that 
meant  nothing.  The  charge  had  stopped 
half  way  and  all  about  him  his  comrades 
stood  irresolute,  desperate,  unable  to  ad- 
vance, determined  not  to  retreat. 

"Come  on,"  shrieked  Captain  Green- 
shields,  the  adjutant,  "for  God's  sake!" 
And  he  fell,  choking,  vomiting  blood,  with 
a  bullet  in  his  throat. 

Aiy  ITHOUT  an  officer  left,  the  men 
'  '  looked  wildly  about,  the  bullets 
spitting  about  them  and  taking  their 
steady,  merciless  toll.  With  a  great  surg- 
ing feeling  of  ecstasy,  Montague  stagger 
ed  to  the  front. 

"Steady,     the     Brindles!"     he     yelled, 
hoarsely.   "Shake  out  the  line  to  the  left 
cold  steel,  Brindles— CHARGE!" 

"Follow  the  Duke!"  roared  a  dozen 
voices,  and  they  hurled  themselves  for 
ward. 

They  hacked  their  way  into  the  trench, 
but  their  triumph  was  short-lived.  Things 
had  gone  badly  on  the  left  and  the  signal 
to  retire  flashed  along  the  line.  With  hor 
rible  blaspheming,  the  Brindles  gave  up 
their  trench  and  started  back  for  theii 
own  line.  When  he  was  half  way  across 
a  bullet  in  the  shoulder  and  another  in 
the  thigh,  struck  Montague,  and  he  sank 
to   the   ground,   unconscious. 

When  he  awoke  the  moonlight  was 
streaming  over  the  stricken  field.  He  bit 
his  lip  to  keep  from  crying  out  at  the 
sudden  spasm  of  pain  in  his  shoulder,  and 
then  something  he  saw  almost  stopped  the 
beating  of  his  heart.  A  figure  was  slowlj 
crawling  towards  him,  inch  by  inch,  but 
steadily,  ominously  coming  nearer  with 
every  moment.  His  left  arm  was  helpless 
and  he  tried  to  reach  for  his  bayonet  by 
turning  over. 

"Pard — are  you  dead?" 

Never  did  sounds  of  sweetest  music  fal 
more  gratefully  on  human  ears  than  th« 
words  uttered  by  Pte.  Waller  on  the  nighi 
of  October  16,  1916,  on  No  Man's  Land 
Spmewhere  in  France. 

"Thank  God!"  cried  Montague,  his  voic* 
weak     and     quivering.       "Waller — old 
boy!" 

"Damn!"  muttered  Pte.  Waller.  Th« 
Germans,  with  customary  fiendishnes9 
were  searching  the  ground  with  rifle  fin 
to  prevent  any  attempt  at  rescues.  "An 
you  hurt  much — Pard?" 

"I'm  used  up  pretty  bad,"  Montagui 
answered  weakly,  and  with  incorrect  Eng 
lish.    Things  change  in  No  Man's  Lat.d. 

"I'm  the  third  as  has  come  after  you,' 
whispered  Waller;  "Sykes  and  Thomp.^oi 
got  theirs." 

"Coming — for  me?"  Montague's  voic" 
trailed  off  in  to  a  querulous  sob. 

"Sure— those  of  us  as  got  back  shool 


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hands  on  it  that  we'd  get  the  Duke  back 
dead  or  alive." 

XyiGNTAGUE  tried  to  speak,  but  only 
'•'■'two  scalding  tears  slowly  trickled 
down  his  cheeks.  He  was  weak  from  loss 
of  blood  and  he  was  learning  a  bitter  les- 
son in  the  moonlight  on  the  stricken  field. 

"I'll  hoist  you  up  as  easy  as  I  can," 
whispered  Pte.  Waller,  eagerly,  "and  I'll 
sort  of  crawl,  and  if  they  spot  us — I'll  let 
you  down  as  easy  as  I  can.  Come  on, 
Pard." 

Fifty  yards — that  was  all — but  fifty 
yards  of  unspeakable  agony.  The  blood 
flowed  again  from  his  wounds  and  matted 
over -Waller's  hair.  A  dozen  times  he 
would  have  fainted,  but  he  grit  his  teeth, 
and  crawling,  grasping,  falling.  Waller 
took  him  to  the  edge  of  the  trench.  And 
there  a  bullet  caught  the  little  man,  and 
he  dropped. 

"Good-bye,  Pard,"  he  said.  So  died  Pte. 
W.  Waller,  of  His  Majesty's  Canadian 
Expeditionary  Force. 

A  LMOST  a  year  later,  a  one-armed 
■'*■  man  was  walking  along  a  quiet  street 
in  the  northern  suburbs  of  a  g:reat  Cana- 
dian city.  He  paused  at  a  pretty  little 
cottage  that  nestled  in  a  well-kept  garden, 
to  speak  to  a  young  woman  whose  black 
dress  was  mute  testimony  to  her  tragic 
bereavement. 

•  "  'Ow  can  I  ever  thank  you,  Mr.  Mon- 
tague," she  said,  "for  giving  me  this  cot- 
tage and  going  guardian  to  little  'Arry? 
And  your  wife,  too,  is  that  kind  and  beau- 
tiful that  after  she  comes  here — and  she 
is  in  and  out  nearly  h'every  day — I  feel 
as  if  an  angel  had  been  'ere.  Well,  if  here 
ain't  little  'Arry,  with  his  face  all  dirty." 

A  sturdy  little  urchin  stumbled  forward 
and  in  some  way  the  one-armed  man  hoist- 
ed him  to  his  shoulder. 

"Hello,  Pard,"  said  Montague. 

The  little  chap  chuckled  and  pulled  at 
his  hat. 

"I  often  wonders,"  said  the  little  moth- 
er, "why  you  always  calls  'im  Pard.  Bill 
used  to  call  you  his  pard,  but  I  knew  all 
along  you  wasn't.  You  was  a  gentleman, 
Mr.  Montague." 

"Mrs.  Waller,"  said  Montague,  and  his 
voice  was  very  low  and  soft.  "I  lay  one 
night,  wounded  and  dying  on  No  Man's 
Land.  Your  husband  came  for  me  and  he 
called  me  'pard,'  and  he  died  for  me.  Per- 
haps you  may  understand  a  little  of — 
what  it  means  to  me  now — " 

Tears,  bitter  tears,  the  heritage  of  war. 
Mrs.  Waller  wept  silently,  and  Montague's 
eyes  looked  past  the  garden,  past  the 
countryside  and  saw  neither  trees  nor 
houses,  but  a  strip  of  land  guarded  by 
wire  entanglements  —  and  two  lines  of 
trenches  where  men  lived,  and  laughed, 
and  learned,  and  died. 


■p^IFTEEN  minutes  later  the  same  one- 
-'■  armed  man  stood  at  a  gate  that  gave 
entrance  to  a  splendid  lawn.  It  was  his 
home  and  as  he  stood  for  a  moment  drink- 
ing in  the  calm  and  peace  of  Nature  at 
sundown,  a  girl  emerged  from  the  house 
and  came  towards  him  with  outstretched 
hands. 

Wonderfully  happy,  maimed,  but  filled 
with  deep  content,  Dennis  Montague,  the 
Man  Who  Had  Scoffed,  went  forward  to 
meet  his  wife,  who  had  had  the  courage 
to  hurt  the  thing  she  loved.  And  the  deep- 
ening rays  of  the  setting  sun  spread  a 
golden  carpet  for  them  to  walk  upon. 


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Continued  from  page  31. 

men  for  four  months'  training  as  officers 
— from  May  to  August.  This  staff  will 
then  be  set  adrift  to  train  recruits;  and 
another  reserve  officer  staff  of  two  thou- 
sand to  five  thousand  be  talcen  on  for 
four  more  months — till  officers  enough 
have  been  trained  to  drill  and  instruct 
a  million-and-a-quarter  men.  As  to  the 
Navy,  let  us  face  the  fact — Uncle  Sam 
has  practically  no  sailors,'  next  to  no 
extra  marines  and  not  enough  Navy  of- 
ficers to  train  half  the  men  offering  to 
enlist.  Navy  requirements  for  an  officer 
are  very  high  and  very  strict.  The  ques- 
tion comes  up — should  requirements  be 
lowered?  The  Navy  has  always  justly 
prided  itself  on  the  freedom  of  its  per- 
sonnel from  snobs,  cads,  bounders,  in  a 
word,  on  freedom  from  the  type  of  man 
who  is  unfif  to  command  other  men.  A 
blackguard  or  bounder,  is  not  "disciplin- 
ed" in  the  Navy.  He  is  thrown  out  neck 
and  crop;  and  there  is  an  almost  pater- 
nal supervision  over  boys,  who  enlist.  A 
boy,  who  enlists,  can  be  earning  $2,500 
a  year  as  a  petty  officer,  by  the  time 
he  is  26.  The  Army  offers  no  such  re- 
ward, either  in  a  military  way,  or  social 
standing. 

It  may  be  said  frankly — Navy  require- 
ments will  never  be  lowered.  They  may 
be  widened  to  take  in  gunnery  experts, 
submarine  skilled  mechanics  and  hydro- 
plane operators.  "We  do  not  consider 
a  boy,  who  enlists,  worth  the  cost  of  his 
salt  till  he  has  been  with  us  for  at  least 
a  year,"  said  a  recruiting  Navy  officer 
to  me.  "By  the  end  of  a  year,  we  know 
whether  the  boy  is  decent  or  can  be  made 
decent;  for  you  must  know  a  modern 
battleship  is  a  huge  floating  community 
family,  where  every  man  must  fit  into 
his  part  like  the  cogs  of  a  machine; 
or  there  would  be  jars  that  would  de- 
stroy the  whole  ship's  usefulness.  Take 
the  matter  of  gunnery  of  a  16-inch  gun, 
which  throws  a  ton  25  miles.  A  boy  must 
be  a  bit  of  a  mathematician  as  well  as  a 
mechanic,  and  must  have  nerve  of  polish- 
ed oiled  steel  to  handle  that  kind  of 
proposition.  The  difference  in  personnel 
required  is  just  the  difference  between 
an  old-time  ox  driver  and  a  highly 
skilled  chauffeur  driving  a  racing  car; 
for  any  modern  battleship,  scout,  de- 
stroyer, or  cruiser,  is  a  racer;  and  vic- 
tory depends  on  her  being  a  racer  without 
as  much  as  a  glint  of  dust  or  dullness  on 
her  polished  steel  machinery.  And  we 
want  boys  without  a  glint  of  dust  or  dull- 
ness in  their  mental  machinery.  That  is 
why  we  keep  our  requirements  so  high." 

THE  real  trouble  with  the  Navy  is 
no  longer  lack  of  men.  Nor  will  it  long 
be  lack  of  officers;  for  at  time  of  writing, 
it  is  likely  that  the  Allies  will  loan  of- 
cers,  if  not  marines,  for  any  participa- 
tion by  the  Navy.  The  real  trouble  is 
that  the  battleships  planned  cannot  be 
finished  before  1920.  Therefore,  the 
suggestion  has  gone  out,  why  put  efforts 
on  these  battleships  at  all?  They  will  be 
too  late  for  any  work  in  the  war;  and 
what  is  needed  is  not  more  battleships. 
The  Allies  have  plenty.  What  is  needed 
is  the  small  cargo  carrier — the  purveyor 
of  food,  to  run  the  gauntlet  of  the  block- 


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other  poisons  combined. 

The  saucer  of  poisoned  paper  set  on 
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poisoned  wick  protrudes,  is  putting 
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Following  is  the  U.  S.  Government 
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poisons  mentioned,  mention  should  be 
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cases  ot  poisoning  of  children  through  the 
use  of  such  compounds  are  fai  too  frequent, 
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ade,  not  risking  too  much  food  in  each 
carrier,  but  armed  and  in  such  multitudes 
that  they  will  be  a  greater  menace  to 
the  submarines  than  the  submarines  are 
to  them.  At  the  time  of  writing,  more 
than  1,000  such  wooden  ships  are  on  the 
Stocks;  and  it  has  been  suggested  by  the 
Allied  Commissioners  that  the  United 
States  bend  efforts  to  create  such  a  mer- 
chant fleet,  like  the  fast  clippers  of  a 
century  ago,  which  belted  the  world. 
Such  a  ship  can  be  built  in  a  few  months. 
She  can  be  equipped  for  the  use  of  oil 
or  coal  fuel.  She  need  not  cost  more  than 
$200,000.  Now  a  submarine  costs  $600,- 
000.     Will  Germany  risk  a  few  hundred 


costly  submarines  against  thousands  of 
these  free  lances  of  the  sea?  If  she  does, 
there  can  be  only  one  results— the  end  of 
the  submarines  from  sheer  force  of  the 
wooden  ship  numbers.  At  time  of  writ- 
ing, it  is  suggested  the  United  States 
give  over  attempting  to  complete  the  big 
battleships  and  give  all  attention  to  a 
fleet  of  wooden  cargo  carriers,  which  the 
Allies — if  necessary — could  man. 

At  time  of  writing  also,  Theodore 
Roosevelt  has  ofi'ered  to  lead  a  volunteer 
army  of  25,000  to  France;  and  the  Ad-, 
ministration  has  up  to  the  present,  re- 
fused sanction.  Still  300,000  volunteers 
have  rallied  to  the  call  of  the  Colonel; 


whe^e  onlv  31,000  enlisters  have  rallied 
to  the  call  of  the  Government;  and  if 
the  Federal  Government  does  not  co 
mision  him,  it  is  likely  (Governor  Whit- 
man will  appoint  him  head  of  the  New 
York  State  Militia.  It  is  more  than  like- 
ly public  opinion  will  compel  the  Federal 
Government  to  commission  Colonel  Roose- 
velt to  head  a  division  of  volunteers  and 
regulars  to  France — a  repayment  of  La 
Fayette's  services  a  century-and-a-half 
ago. 

THE    coming   of  the   Allies'    Commis- 
sioners could  not  have  been  staged 
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white  heat.  Union  Jacks  and  Stars  and 
Stripes  are  entwined.  Army  and  Navy 
are  floundering  with  new  problems,  as 
England  floundered  for  the  first  year. 
The  big  bond  issue — seven  billions  in  all 
— has  been  authorized,  for  the  imme- 
diate credit  of  the  Allies.  The  United 
States  will  be  saved  all  the  costly  errors 
made  by  the  Allies  in  the  first  years  of 
war — such  as  wrong  types  of  rifles,  too 
heavy  engines  for  aeroplanes,  the  new 
type  of  H.  E.  (hieh  explosive)  and  artil- 
lery warfare,  the  relation  of  hydro-plane 
to  navy.  It  is  plain  and  obvious  now 
that  what  the  Allies  need  most  is  not 
men — though  a  Roosevelt  Regiment 
would  have  its  reaction  on  the  morale 
of  Germany — but  food  and  ships  to  carry 
it.  The  war  is  now  on  its  stomach.  The 
side  best  fed  and  most  secure  in  its 
food  supply  will  outlast  the  other  side; 
and  whether  the  war  'lasts  four  years 
or  collapses  in  four  months,  America 
must  be  prepared  to  feed  the  world. 

The  gravity  of  the  food  situation  can- 
not and  need  not  be  exaggerated.  The 
first  two  years  of  the  war  witnessed  this 
country  travelling  almost  with  a  fool's 
luck — two  bumper  crop  years,  such  huge 
crops,  in  fact,  that  on  some  commodities 
like  fruit  and  potatoes,  farmers  did  not 
receive  35  per  cent,  of  the  price  quoted. 
The  returns  on  potatoes  and  apples  were 
so  poor  in  1914-15,  that  many  farmers 
did  not  trouble  to  harvest  the  crops;  but 
turned  their  hogs  into  the  fields.  In  1916, 
farmers  neglected  orchards  and  put  in 
small  potato  areas.  Came  one  of  the 
shortest  crop  years  this  country  has  ever 
known.  In  only  two  commodities  were 
there  good  crops — hay  and  tobacco;  and 
unfortunately  men  cannot  eat  hay  and 
tobacco.  Crops  were  also  short  in  Europe 
both  because  of  untimely  weather  and 
scarcity  of  labor.  On  the  firing  line 
are  twenty  million  men,  who  must  be 
fed.  Average  each  man  one  pound  a 
day,  that  is  at  least  300  loaves  a  year, 
or  a  barrel  of  flour  or  5  bushels  of  wheat 
or  100  million  extra  bushels  of  wheat. 
Now,  however,  much  the  Government 
reports  have  erred  in  crop  returns  for 
1916,  the  fact  remains  this  country  did 
not  have  a  wheat  crop  exceeding  650 
million  bushels  of  wheat.  For  home  use. 
Uncle  Sam  requires  500  million  bushels. 
For  seed,  he  should  have  another  100 
million  bushels,  leaving  about  50  million 
bushels  to  ship  abroad.  But  the  country 
has  shipped  100  million  bushels  abroad. 
The  results  don't  need  argument  for 
proof.  Flour  is  now  $15  a  barrel,  and 
on  the  way  to  $20,  and  the  stores  will 
not  sell  any  one  buyer  more  than  25  lbs. 
on  order.  And  wheat  is  so  high  seed 
is  beyond  the  reach  of  the  average 
American  farmer.  To  make  matters 
worse,  1917  opens  with  one  of  the  most 
backward,  untoward  springs  known  for 
years.  A  wheat  crop  not  in  by  the  10th 
of  May  stands  poor  chances.  Up  to 
April  21st,  the  weather  has  been  too  cold 
and  wet  for  planting  in  the  East,  and 
worse  in  the  West.  With  backward  sea- 
son and  high  priced  seed,  no  person  on 
earth  can  prevent  1917  being  a  short 
crop  year.  Winter  wheat  West  of  the 
Mississippi  indicates  only  a  half  crop. 
Up  to  the  declaration  of  a  state  of  war, 
the  labor  situation  was  beyond  descrip-, 
tion.  Farm  labor  did  not  exist.  Muni- 
tion factories  had  drawn  all  labor  away 
to  the  town.  Hotel  dishwashers,  unskil- 
led and  foreign,  were  receiving  $45  a 
month  and  board.  Farmers  could  not 
compete  against  such  wages.    The  short- 


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age  of  grain  had  reacted  in  such  high 
priced  feeds — cattle  feed  that  was  $29, 
a  ton  a  year  agp  is  now  $59  a  ton — that 
many  farmers  sold  out  and  closed  down 
operations  to  await  a  readjustment. 
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day  and  board  in  1914  became  $4  a  day 
and  board  in  1916.  In  the  East,  the  sys- 
tem is  different.  A  farm  of  any  size 
has  always  a  tenant  house,  where  the 
farm  hand  is  given  fi-ee  rent,  vegetables, 
fruit,  milk,  fuel.  Wages  were  $30  to 
$33,  with  house  in  1914.  For  the  same 
calibre  man,  they  are  $40  to  $50  to-day. 
No  farmer  on  an  average  farm  can  pay 
these  figures  for  seed,  labor  and  feed  and 
have  anything  left  for  himself  but  debt. 
Of  350,000  farmers  in  New  York  State, 
half  could  not  get  help  for  1917. 

BUT  since  the  declaration  of  war  has 
come  a  subtle  change — unfortunately 
too  late  to  react  on  the  farms  for  1917. 
Only  munitions  factories  with  abnormal 
profits  can  pay  7c  for  steel  that  used 
to  be  2c  and  $6  for  wages  that  used 
to  be  $2.  All  the  factories  have  been 
slowing  down  and  laying  off  hands. 
There  are  few  strikes  because  wages 
have  not  been  reduced.  Men  have  been 
laid  off.  The  man,  who  was  demanding 
$14  a  week  in  April  to  work  on  a  farm, 
on  May  1st  was  content  with  $30  a  month 
and  board.  But  this  factory  reaction 
will  barely  be  felt  on  the  farm  before 
June;  and  June  is  too  late  for  much  crop 
planting;  but  I  look  to  see  the  labor 
situation  right  itself  before  midsummer. 

The  hopeful  fact  is — everybody  is 
alive  to  the  situation.  In  city  and  coun- 
try, even  in  New  York  parks,  every- 
body is  cultivating  a  home  garden  for  • 
household  use;  and  while  this  will  not 
relieve  the  shortage  of  wheat,  it  will 
relieve  some  of  the  demand  for  wheat. 
It  will  also  stop  extravagance  and  waste 
in  food.  Hotels  have  already  cut  down 
menu  lists;  and  high  prices  are  quickly 
cutting  the  superfluous  from  private 
tables.  The  elimination  of  waste  and 
careful  buying  and  cooking  will  prob- 
ably make  up  any  ordinary  shortage; 
but  we  need  not  blink  the  fact  that  we 
are  facing  a  world  menace  of  hunger. 

Of  course,  all  sorts  of  wild  and  foolish 
remedies  are  being  suggested.  Farmers, 
are  to  be  loaned  money  at  6  per  cent, 
to  buy  seed  potatoes  at  $4.20  a  bushel. 
Now  no  poor  farmer  will  chance  his 
credit  against  weather  and  fate  at  $4.20 
a  bushel.  He  will  buy  enough  for  his 
own  family  use  on  a  note.  Whereas  if 
he  could  repay  Ijis  debt  in  potatoes,  he- 
could   afford   a   chance. 

The  thing  that  will  probably  help  the 
food  shortage  more  than  anything  else 
is  the  fact  that  people,  who  work  on 
farms,  are  to  be  exempt  from  military 
service.  That  has  come  too  late  to  help 
1917  crops  very  much;  but  the  fact  that 
millions  of  consumers  will  be  forced  back 
on  the  land  during  war  will  lessen  an 
enormous  demand  by  the  city  consumer 
and  translate  consumers  into  producers. 

The  food  menace  is,  indeed,  the  only 
cloud  I  see  in  awakened  America's  hori- 
zon; and  the  fact  that  all  America  is 
awake — down  to  the  Camp  Fire  Girls, 
who  carried  a  hoe — has  roused  a  vs^st 
army  of  food  producers  for  the  wtiiild 
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M  A  C  L  E  A  N '  S     M  A  C;  A  Z  I  N  E 


Junshine  in  Mariposa 

Continued  from  page  26. 

Jeff. — So  long,  Josh.  Take  care  of 
Burself. 

{Exit  Smith  by  front  door.  Enter 
NoRAH,  by  side  door — tip  toe,  she  has 
a  bag  in  her  hand  and  is  laughing.] 

NoRAH. — Is  Mr.  Smith  gone? 

Jeff  — This  minute. 

NoRAH. — I  watched  him  go.  I  didn't 
ant  him  to  catch  me.  I've  got  my  money, 
[r.  Thorpe,  all  the  savings  I  brought 
rem  Ireland,  to  put  into  the  new  com- 
any. 
Jeff. — That's  right,  Norah,  that's  right. 

NoRAH. — It's  a  sight  of  money,  Mr. 
'horpe,  seven  pounds,  ten  shillings  and 
aur  pence,  Irish.  ...  I'd  given  it  all 
)  Mr.  Smith  to  keep — he'd  put  it  in  his 
)om — and  I  knew  he  was  dead  set  against 
16  company — so  I  stepped  in  and  stole  it 
ack,  Mr.  Thorpe.     (She  laughs.)     Isn't 

a  lot  of  money?  (She  pours  it  on  the 
%ble.)  Seven  pounds,  ten  shillings  and 
our  pence!  What  would  that  be  in  Cana- 
ian  money,  Mr.  Thorpe?  Would  it  be 
lore  or  less? 

Jeff.  —  More,  Norah,  ever  so  much 
lore.  That'll  be — I  tell  you— that  shall 
e  a  hundred  dollars,  Norah. 

Norah. — And,  oh,  Mr.  Thorpe,  Andy 
ays  to  put  his  money  in  along  with  mine, 
nd  it's  to  be  just  one  share  for  the  two 
f  us. 

Jeff  (laughing) . — Yes,  I've  been  hear- 
ig  something  about  that — so  it's  just  one 
hare  for  the  two  of  you,  already,  Norah, 

it? 

Norah  (clapping  her  hands). — Oh,  Mr. 
'horpe!  And  is  it  true  what  they  say 
hat  we'll  make  a  lot  more  with  it? 

Jeff. — Norah,  you  can't  fail  to.  Here's 
he  way  it  is.     Here's  Cuba. 

[Pointing  to  the  map.] 

Norah. — Yes,  Mr.  Thorpe. 

Jeff. — An  island. 

Norah. — Yes,  Mr.  Thorpe. 

Jeff. — Fertile. 

Norah. — Yes. 

Jeff. — Undeveloped. 

Norah. — Yes. 

Jeff. — Lazy. 

Norah. — Yes. 

Jeff. — No  capital. 

Norah. — Is  there  no  capital  to  the 
)lace,  Mr.  Thorpe,  like  Dublin  in  Ireland? 

Jeff. — They  say  not.  No  capital.  Then 
n  you  come,  Norah,  do  you  see,  with  your 
lorthern  energy,  and  your  brains,  and 
:here  you  are — millions! 

Norah  (laughing). — Well,  111  have  to 
•un  back,  Mr.  Thorpe,  for  I  must  keep  on 
working  at  the  hotel  till  I  get  my  millions, 
nusn't  I? 

[Exit  Norah.     Enter  Pupkin.] 

PUPKIN. — Here  it  is,  Mr.  Thorpe,  I've 
jrought  it  all  in  cash,  that's  the  way  you 
wanted  it,  isn't  it? 

[He  takes  a  roll  of  bills  from,  a  wallet 
and  lays  them,  on  the  table.] 

Jeff. — Right,  Peter,  right — now  let  me 
iMunt  it — nothing  like  being  business-like. 
[(Counting  the  hills.)  Fifty,  a  hundred,  a 
•hyndred  and  fifty,  a  hundred  and  sixty — 
l,one  of  the  first  things  to  learn  in  business, 
"j3ig  business,  Peter,  is  to  count  your  money 
' — a  hundred  and  sixty,  two  hundred  and 
ten — stop,  no — fifty,  a  hundred — if  you 
aan't  be  exact,  you  may  as  well — two  hun- 
dred— did  I  say  two  hundred  and  twenty 
— no — well,  I  guess  it's  all  right — how 
much  is  there,  Peter? 

Pupkin. — Two  thousand,  that's  all   I 


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Jeff. — Get  the  rest,  Peter,  get  all  she 
has — you're  her  trustee,  aren't  you?  Well, 
put  it  all  into  the  Land  Company — ten 
thousand!  She'll  make  quite  a  fortune 
with  it.  I  was  telling  Mr.  Harstone  and 
Mr.  Slyde  about  your  mother  and  they 
were  quite  affected  —  quite  affected. 
They're  not  such  hard  men  as  some  people 
think. 

PuPKiN. — Oh,  I  know!  They're  splen- 
did fellows,  really. 

.Jeff. — Quite  affected — get  all  she  has, 
they  said,  take  everything  she's  got.  There 
were  tears  in  their  eyes. 
PuPKiN. — By  Jove! 

Jeff. — ^There!  I'll  put  it  in  the  safe 
here  for  to-day.  It  can  stay  there  till 
night.  That's  my  system,  you  know.  At 
night  you  take  it  and  put  it  with  the  rest 
up  at  the  bank. 

[Jeff  opens  safe  and  puts  money  in.] 
PUPKIN. — In  the  cellar  vault,  in  your 
tin  box,  I  know.  By  the  way,  Mullins 
doesn't  like  it.  He  says  it's  irregular; 
says  you  ought  to  deposit  it  properly  with 
the  rest  of  your  money. 

Jeff. — I  don't  want  to.  I  want  this 
money  by  itself  till  I  get  it  all  collected. 

PuPKiN. — And  Mr.  Mullins  said  that  I 
was  to  tell  you  (as  a  matter  of  business — 
he  said)  that  the  bank  isn't  responsible 
for  this  money  that  you  are  putting  in  the 
cellar  vault. 
Jeff.— Eh? 

PuPKiN. — Not  for  money  put  down  in 
the  cellar  vault.  You  see,  all  the  bank's 
cash  is  kept  upstairs.  The  cellar  place  is 
only  used  for  old  papers  and  things  that 
don't  matter.  He  says  if  you  put  it  there 
it's  at  your  own  risk. 

Jeff. — Tut,   tut!      Poor   Mullins,   he's 
fussy — jealous,    Peter,    jealous. 
[Re-enter  Harstone  and  Slyde.] 
Jeff. — Well,  gentlemen,  here  you  are 
(pointing  to  the  safe).       Two  thousand 
more  in  there  now. 

Harstone  (cheerily).  —  Well  done! 
(Turning  to  Pupkin.)  So  we're  to  have 
you  too  among  our  shareholders,  eh! 
That's  good.  Congratulations  (claps  him 
on  the  shoulder).  We  need  some  bright 
young  fellows  like  you  to  keep  us  going. 
Jeff. — Fine — isn't  it?  I  was  reckoning, 
that  makes  six  thousand  now. 

Harstone. — Good!  Gather  it  in,  Mr. 
Thorpe.  Your  friends  are  our  friends, 
don't  forget. 

Jeff. — Well,  now,  I'm  off  to  get  Mac- 
artney with  his  papers — come  along  with 
me,  Peter.  You  wait  here,  Mr.  Harstone 
and  Mr.  Slyde.  We're  going  to  sign  up  the 
trust  deed  of  the  Children's  Home.  I 
want  you  all  here,  everybody — and  I"ve 
got  a  little  surprise  for  you,  too  (rubbing 
his  huTids)  a  little  treat.  (Going  to  door) 
Myra,  come  along  with  me  (she  comes  out 
pinning  on  her  hat  and  nodding  to  Mr. 
Harstone  and  Mr.  Slyde  as  she  comes) , 
come  up  stret  with  me  and  see  if  you  can 
find  Andy  and  Mrs.  Gillis.  .  .  .  Come 
along.  .  .  .  Wait  here. 
[Exit  Jeff,  Pupkin,  Myra.] 
Slyde  (nervously). — A  little  surprise? 
What's  his  damn  surprise?  Nothing 
wrong,  eh?    Don't  like  it! 

Harstone   (laughing). — Pah!     You're 
nervous.    Only  some  little  foolery,  I  sup- 
pose, over  signing  up  his  damned  deeds — 
[Enter  Gillis,  evidently  drunk.] 
Gillis. — Are  you  Mr.  Harstone? 
Harstone. — Yes.    That's  my  name. 
Gillis. — Well,  this  is  for  you. 
[Hands  him.  a  telegram.] 


Harstone. — Who  gave  it  to  you? 

Gillis. — Up  street — at  the  office.  They 
gave  me  the  price  of  a  drink  to  bring  it. 

Harstone  (looking  at  him  narrowly  as 
he  opens  the  telegram) . — You'd  do  a  good 
deal  for  the  price  of  a  drink,  wouldn't 
you?  You're  the  man  they  dismissed  this 
morning  from  the  bank? 

Gillis. — Dismissed !  Yes,  and  wait  till 
I 

Harstone  (with  the  telegram,  open). — 
By  God,  see  this! 

Slyde.— What  is  it?    What  is  it? 
Harstone  (to  Gillis).- — You  get  outside. 
Wait  there.    I  may  want  you. 

[Exit  Gillis  ] 

Harstone. — Look  at  this.  (Spreads 
out  the  telegram  in  front  of  them.) 

Slyde  (looking  at  it). — What  does  it 
say?  I  can't  read  that  damn  cipher. 
What  is  it? 

Harstone  (absolutely  calm).  —  It's 
from  Olson.    That  is  what  it  says.  Listen, 

and  keep  quiet  can't  you,  you  damn- 

"All  up.  Warrants  out  here.  Edwards 
has  cleared  with  money.  Warrants  out 
Toronto  you  and  Slyde  to-morrow." 

Slyde  (in  a  panic,  reaching  for  the  tele- 
gram).— Harstone,  by  God,  does  it  say 
that? 

Harstone. — You  can  work  it  out  for 
yourself  —  there  it  is  —  warrants  out. 
(Striding  up  and  down.) 

Slyde. — They'll  arrest  us.  They'll  be 
here  any  time  ...  we  must  get  out  . 
.    .    get  out  this  minute. 

Harstone.— GET  OUT?  You  fool!  Get 
out  with  what?  .  .  .  The  money  .  .  . 
the  money. 

Slyde. — Edwards  has  cleared  with  it 
.  .  .  all  we  can  do  now  is  to  get  out 
before  they  arrest  us. 

Harstone  (pausing  in  his  stride).- — I'm 
damned  if  I'll  get  out.  Not  empty  handed. 
There  are  six  thousand  dollars  in  there. 
.  .  .  I'll  take  that  with  me  anyway. 
I'm  damned  if  I'll  go  without  that. 

Slyde. — But  you  can't  .  .  .  right 
here  in  daylight.     You  can't 

H.A.RST0NE. — Shut  up  and  let  me  think. 
.  .  .  Stop  clutching  that,  for  God's  sake! 
(Slyde's  hands  have  been  scratching  con- 
vulsively at  the  table.)  Let  me  think  it 
out.  .  .  .  We've  got  twenty-four  hours 
yet  if  this  is  true  (picking  up  the  tele- 
grain)  "warrants  to-morrow."  (With  de- 
termination.) Slyde,  we  stay  right  where 
we  are  till  to-night.  When  we  go,  we  take 
that  six  thousand  dollars  with  us.  To- 
morrow we'll  be  safe  across  the  border 
with  it.    Let  them  find  us  if  they  can. 

Slyde. — But  how?    You  can't 

Harstone. — Yes,  I  can.  .  .  .  I've  a 
plan.  .  .  .  That  money  is  put  at  night 
into  the  cellars  of  the  bank.  I've  heard 
that  young  fool  say  .  .  .  Hell,  the 
thing's  easy. 

Slyde  (getting  calmer  and  thinking). 
— But  that  place  is  locked.  I  looked  it  over. 
The  street  door  leading  down  is  iron — I 
don't  see — you've  no  key. 

Harstone. — No.  But  I  know  where  to 
get  one.  He's  either  got  it  still,  or  he  can 
get  it  easy  enough.  (He  goes  to  the  door 
and  calls.)     Here,  you,  I  want  you. 

[Enter  GiLLis.] 

Harstone. — You're  a  man  who  would 
do  a  good  deal  for  the  price  of  a  drink,  eh  ? 

Gillis  (scowling  and  suspicious) . — Ay. 

Harstone. — You  see  that?  That's  fifty 
dollars.  You'd  do  still  more  for  that, 
wouldn't  you? 

Gillis. — What  is  it  you're  after?  Say 
it  out. 


Harstone. — And  you'd  like  a  chance  to 
get  even  with  the  man  that  fired  you,  too. 

Gillis. — Ay — now  you  talk — show  me 

that What  is  it  you  want,  boss?    Say 

it  out.    If  it's  for  that,  I'm  your  man. 

Harstone. — I  want  nothing  now.  But 
I  want  you  for  a  certain  job  to-night,  see. 

Gillis.— To-night? 

Harstone. — Yes.  When's  the  last  train 
down  to  the  city? 

Gillis. — Half-past  eleven. 

Harston. — Nothing  after  that? 
Gillis. — Nothing  that  stops. 

Harstone. — Well,  what  I  want  of  you 
is  this,  and  listen  you  to  me  .  .  .  stop. 
.  .  .  They're  coming  back.  .  .  .  You 
come  to  me  later,  at  the  hotel.  .  .  . 
This  afternoon.  .  .  .  Say  nothing  to 
anybody.  .  .  .  I'll  give  you  all  the 
chance  you  want  to  get  even.  .  .  Here, 
out  this  way  .  .  .  quick,  before  they 
come.  Shoves  Gillis  out.)  Now,  then, 
Slyde,  keep  your  nerve.  Give  me  twenty- 
four  hours — give  me  till  to-morrow,  to- 
morrow— and  we'll  be  safe  out  of  this 
with  six  thousand  dollars  to  the  good. 
Then  they  can  bring  on  their  warrants  if 
they  like. 

[Voices  and  laughing  and  talking  at  the 
door.  In  they  come — Jeff,  Macart- 
ney, Myra,  Pupkin,  Andy,  Mrs. 
Gillis,  Norah.  Jeff  and  Macart- 
ney are  lugging  a  big  basket  with  a 
napkin  over  it.] 

Jeff. — Here  we  are.  In  with  it.  Mac- 
artney. 

Harstone. — What  have  you  got  there? 

Jeff. — Champagne!  And  plenty  of  it. 
We'll  have  a  toast  all  round  on  the  sign- 
ing. You  didn't  think  we  had  champagne 
in  Mariposa,  eh,  Mr.  Harstone? 

Andy. — The  last  time  I  seen  cham- 
pagne  

Myra, — Run,  Peter,  help  get  the  glasses 
out. 

Macartney  (laughing  his  rasping — 
Har!  Har!). — Steady,  Thorpe,  or  you'll 
be  all  drunk  when  you  sign!  By  George, 
I  don't  know  if  it's  going  to  be  legal. 
Har!  Har! 

Jeff. — Come  on  then,  we'll  sign  first 
and  have  the  toast  after.  Where's 
your  deed,  man?     Spread  it  out. 

Macartney. — Here  you  are. 

Jeff. — Get  the  ink,  Myra. 

[Bill  appears  in  the  door.] 

Jeff,  Macartney,  Myra,  etc.  (speak- 
ing all  together). — Come  in.  Bill — just  in 
time.     .    .    .     Here  you  are.    .     .    . 

Macartney  (rapping).  —  Now,  then, 
quiet  a  minute.  .  .  .  Gentlemen,  I  have 
here  a  deed  of  trust  establishing  The 
Martha  Thorpe  Home  for  Destitute  Chil- 
dren. .  .  .  Mr.  Thorpe  will  sign,  and 
two  other  witnesses.    Mr.  Thorpe ! 

Jeff    (writing). — Jeff-er-son   Thorpe! 

Macartney. — Now,  .  .  .  here,  Mr. 
Pupkin,  .  .  .  you  witness  first  .  .  . 
there    .     .    .    below  that  seal. 

Pupkin. — Here? 

Macartney. — There. 

[Pupkin  tvrites.] 

Macartney. — Now,  Evans 

Bill. — I  ain't  much  of  a  writer  (signs). 

Macartney. — There !  My  dear  Thorpe, 
I  hereby  hand,  transmit  and  deliver  to  you 
the  deed  establishing  the  Martha  Thorpe 
Home  for  Destitute  Children,  endowed 
with  sixty  thousand  dollars  worth  of  stock 
in  The  Cuban  Renovated  Lands  Company. 
Take  witness,  all,  of  this  delivery! 

All. — Hoorah ! 

Jeff. — This  is  the  proudest  day  of  my 
life.     .     .     .     Now,  then,  I  want  to  give 


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you  all  a  toast.    Now,  Peter,  out  with  the 
bottles. 

[Jeff,  Peter  and  Bill  start  pulling  out 
the  bottles.'] 

Bill  (utterly  disappointed). — Gosh! 

Jeff. — It's  wired  up! 

Andy. — Gol  darn  it ! 

[They  look  at  the  bottles.] 

Jeff. — It's  wired  up.  .  .  .  No  way 
to  open  it!  Yes,  sir,  fixed  up  with  wires. 
.    .    .    You  can't  open  it! 

Bill  (yawns). — Needs  some  sort  of 
key,  or  something,  I  guess.    .    . 

Jeff  (very  for^nal) . — Gentlemen,  I  am 
sorry.  I  had  wanted  you  to  drink  a  toast 
but  the  champagne  is  wired.  Smith  has 
gone  away,  and  I  presume  wired  it  up.    .   . 

Harstone  — Perhaps   I   can   help   you. 

.     .     .     Here,  that's  how  it  goes     .     ... 

open  them  up     .     .     .     give  them  their 

glasses.    .    .    .    Now,  Mr.  Thorpe,  give  us 

,  your  toast. 

Jeff. — I'll  ask  you  all  to  drink  to  the 
future  of  the  Martha  Thorpe  Home  for 
Destitute  Children,  the  future  of  the  Land 
Company,  and  our  friends  here  who  put 
their  money  in  it.  To-day,  gentlemen,  is 
bright,  but  to-morrow  will  be  brighter 
still 

Harstone  (Interrupting).  —  I'll  put 
your  whole  toast  into  one  word — "To- 
morrow"— eh?  Mr.  Slyde.  .  .  Gentle- 
men, "To-morrow!" 

All. — To-morrow! 

[curtain] 


ACT  III. 

Scene  I. 

SCENE — The  back  bar-parlor  of  Smith's 
Hotel.  Time — Five  minutes  to  eleven 
the  same  evening.  A  door  at  the  side 
standing  open  leads  into  the  bar  which  is 
lighted.  One  can  see  through  it  a  bit 
of  the  bar,  with  glasses,  lem,ons,  beer 
pumps,  etc ,  and  one  can  hear  Billy,  the 
bartender,  as  he  moves  about  m,ixing 
drinks,  but  cannot  see  him.  Doors  lead 
into  the  corridor  of  tlie  Hotel,  etc.  At  a 
table,  lighted  by  a  lamp,  Harstone, 
.Slyde,  Jeff,  Bill,  Macartney  and  Pup- 
KIN  are  playing  poker  with  mutches. 
There  are  glasses  beside  them.  A  hot 
night,  they're  sitting  in  their  shirt  sleeves. 
Jeff  is  dealing. 

Jeff  (flip,  flip,  flip — finishes  dealing). 
— Now,  then.  Macartney,  can  you  open  it? 

Macartney. — No. 

Jeff  (to  Pupkin). — Peter? 

Peter. — No !  but,  Gee,  I  nearly  could.  I 
had  a  seven  and  eight  and  a  jack — I  only 
needed  a  nine  and  a  ten  and  I'd  have  a 
straight. 

Jeff. — Open  it,  Mr.  Slyde? 

Slyde.— Not  I.    Whoof !  it's  hot! 

Jeff. — Storm  coming.  I  can  feel  it. 
Hark!  wasn't  that  thunder? 

Harstone. — Sounds  like  it.  No,  I  can't 
open  it. 

Jeff.— Bill? 

Bill. — No.  , 

Jeff. — Nor  I.     Your  deal.  Macartney. 

Pupkin. — By  Jove!  Three  times  round! 
Takes  aces  now,  doesn't  it?  Gad,  there's 
a  lot  in  the  pot  now.  Eighteen  matches! 
What  are  they?    Ten  for  a  cent. 

Jeff  (as  Macartney  deals). — Five  for 
a  cent.  Ten  for  a  cent  is  too  slow.  Five 
puts  some  zip  in  it — huh !  Bill,  you've  got 
an  ace.     (The  card  is  turned  face  up.) 

Bill— S'll  right.  I'll  keep  it.  Might 
get  another. 

Slyde  (he  is  evidently  nervous,  his  face 
is    drawn,    and    his    fingers    restless). — 


What's  that?     Is  that  some  one   at  the 
door? 

Macartney. — No  —  just  the  thunder. 
Now,  can  you  open  it? 

Andy. — Ju.st  eleven  o'clock,  gentlemen. 
Billy  says  do  you  want  another  drink  be- 
fore he  closes  up? 

Jeff. — Yes,  certainly.  Gentlemen,  it's 
on  me.     Andy,  see  what  they'll  have. 

Andy. — What's  yours,  Mr.  Macartney. 

Macartney. — Give  me  a  rye  whiskey 
with  lemon  and  a  bit  of  chopped  ice. 

Andy  (calling  to  Billy).  —  One  rye 
with  lemon,  soda  and  chopped  ice  in  it. 

[Zug,  zug,  zug — whizz — bang!  .  .  . 
Noise  of  Billy  mixing  the  drink.] 

Andy. — Yours.  Mr.  Pupkin? 

Pupkin. — Give  me  rye  and  seltzer  with 
a  dash  of  sarsaparilla. 

Andy. — One  rye  and  seltzer  with  sarsa- 
parilla! 

[Whiz!  whiff!  POPP!  .  .  .  Noise 
of  mixing.] 

Andy. — Yours,  Mr.  Slyde? 

Slyde. — I'll  take  a  Collins. 

Andy. — One  Collins,  Billy. 

[Terrific  roar  of  soda  with  a  perfect 
cascade  of  chopped  ice  —  whizz  — 
rattle — bang.] 

Mr.  Hartsone? 

Harstone. — I'll  take  a  pony  of  brandy. 

Andy. — One  pony  of  brandy. 

[Plop,  one  short  single  sound.] 
What's  yours.  Bill? 

Bill.— I'll  take  the  same  with  a  piece 
of  ice  in  it. 

Andy. — Pony  of  brandy  with  a  chunk 
of  ice. 

[Plop!  plunk!] 

Mr.  Thorpe? 

Jeff. — I'll  take  a  beer — make  it  a  long 
one,  Andy. 

Andy. — One  long  beer! 

[Purr-r-r-r-r-r-r — the  sound  of  the  long 
beer  goes  on  interminably.] 

[Exit  Andy  to  the  bar.] 

Macartney  — Now,  then,  can  you  open 
it,  Pupkin? 

Pupkin. — What  does  it  take — pair  of 
aces  or  better?  No!  .  .  .  Hang  it.  I 
awfully  nearly  had  a  flush.  I  had  three 
clubs ! 

[Andy  re-enters,  puts  the  drinks  on  the 
table,  saying  as  he  puts  them  round.] 

Andy. — Yours,.  Mr.  Pupkin ;  yours,  Mr. 
Macartney,  etc.  (Last  of  all  to  Jeff). 
Your's  Mr.  Thorpe;  one  long  beer.  (Jeff's 
long  drink  turns  out  to  be  only  about  three 
inches  high  in  a  very  narrow  glass.) 

[Exit  Andy.] 

Macartney. — Mr.  Slyde? 

Slyde  — No. 

Macartney. — Mr.  Harstone? 

Harstone. — No. 

Bill. — Aces  or  better  (yawns),  yes,  I'll 
open  it — for  fifteen  matches. 

Pupkin. — I  say,  that's  pretty  swift! 
I'm  going  to  stay  (piling  in  his  matches). 

[All    begin    counting    and    piling    in 

matches  and  talking  together.] 
All  Speaking. — I'm  in  that.    .    .    Not 
going  to  let  that  go.    .    .    Here's  a  go.    .    . 
Count  me  in    .    .    .    etc.,  etc. 

[Andy  re-enters.] 

ANDY.^Billy  says  he's  just  going  to 
close  the  bar  and  wants  to  know  if  you 
want  another  drink.  He  don't  like  to  be 
too  late  with  Mr.   Smith   away. 

Jeff. — All  right  —  give  us  the  same 
again,  eh? 

All  Speaking. — All  right  \  .  .  suits 
me  .  .  .  etc.,  etc.,  .  .  .  same  for  me. 
(All  drinking  and  draining  glasses.) 

[Exit  Andy.] 


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[The  speeches  that  follow  are  punctu- 
ated with  Billy's  furious  mixing.} 

Jeff  (putting  in  his  matches). — We'll 
all  go  in  this.  This'll  be  our  last  game  for 
a  while  if  you're  off  to-night.  (This  to 
Harstone)  (to  Macartney).  One  card! 
Whew!  it's  hot.  There's  a  big  storm 
somewhere. 

[Siiunds  of  thunder.] 

Harstone. — Yes — two  cards — we're  off 
on  the  eleven-thirty.  ^  • 

Macartney. — You've  none  too  much 
time  to  get  to  the  depot — one  card.  (Looks 
at  it  )  Damn  it!  Where's  your  baggage? 
(Macartney  throwns  down  hU  cardn). 

Harstone. — Two  cards,  thanks.  All 
gone  except  this  valise.  Gillis  is  coming 
to  carry  it  down. 

Jeff  (as  he  finishes  his  beer). — Well, 
here's  luck  to  you  and  safe  back.  I  didn't 
know  you  had  to  go  so  soon.  You  didn't 
say  so  to-day. 

Harstone.  —  Didn't  know  it  myself. 
We're  wanted  suddenly  in  New  York. 
They  want  us  there  badly,  eh,  Slyde? 

Slyde  (forcing  a  laugh). — Eh?  Oh, 
yes,  yes — damn  this  heat. 

[By  this  time  all  have  drawn  their 
cards,  either  as  above,  or  silently.] 

Macartney. — Now,  then.  Bill 

Bill.— I  bet  five. 

Jeff  (throwing  down  his  cards). — All 
j'ours. 

PUPKIN  (eagerly).  —  All  right,  raise 
you  ten. 

Slyde. — I'm  out. 

Harstone. — Out. 

Bill. — Ten — •  and  ten  more. 

Fui'KlN. — Ten  more  and  twenty  more. 

Bill  (after  thinking — puts  in  twenty). 
— I'll  see  you — -what  have  you  got? 

PuPKiN  (triumphant,  planting  doivn  his 
cards,  face  up,  and  starting  to  pull  in  the 
chips). — Three  aces! 

Bill. — Hold  on.  (Yawns.)  I've  got 
three  aces,  too! 

PUPKIN.— By  Jove!  What's  your  best 
ace? 

Bill  — Ace  of — let  me  look  at  her — 
Hearts. 

PuPKiN.— By  Gee!  You  win.  Isn't  it 
funny  the  way  cards  fall? 

[Enter  Andy,  with  the  drinks.] 

Andy. — Bill  says  if  you  want  anything 
more  to  drink  before  he  closes  up,  to  say 
so  right  now. 

Jeff  (laughiyig).  —  No,  no,  I  guess 
this'll  do.    Well !     I've  gotto  be  off. 

[All  rise  to  drink.] 

I'll  say  good-night  to  you,  gentlemen, 
see  you  back  in  a  day  or  two. 

Harstone. — Oh,  yes,  good  night. 

Slyde    (shaking  hands). — Good  night. 

PUPKIN. — Well,  good  night. 

Harstone. — You're  off,  too? 

PuPKiN. — I've  got  to  be.  I  sleep  over 
the  bank,  you  know.  Have  to  be  there  at 
half-past  ten  every  night.  For  protec- 
tion.    .     .    . 

Harstone. — Protect  what?  You  or  the 
bank? 

PuPKiN. — The  bank  —  by  Gee  —  didn't 
you  notice  that  loaded  revolver  in  my 
room  when  you  came  up  to  see  me  this 
afternoon. 

Harstone  (with  a  laugh). — I  noticed  it. 
.  .  .  Well,  good  night  .  .  .  see  you  in 
a  day  or  two.  .  .  .  Oh,  no,  thanks,Gillis 
has  taken  most  of  our  things  down — it's 
just  a  step — you  hurry  home  or  you'll  be 
caught  in  the  storm. 

[Thunder.] 

[All  shaking  hands  and  saying  "Good- 
night."] 

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through  the  bar,  Mr.  Thorpe;  front  door's 
shut. 

[Exit  Andy,  Jeff,  Macartney,  Pup- 
kin,   Bill — one   hears   them  saying 
good-night  to  the  invisible  Billy.] 
Slyde  (uneasily)  .—You  hear  what  that 
young  fool  says? 
Harstone. — What  ? 

Slyde. — A  revolver  in  his  room !  I  don't 
like  it — he'll  hear  us — I  don't  like  it. 

Harstone. — A  revolver  in  his  room! 
Yes,  so  there  was  .  .  .  loaded,  too  .  . 
but  it's  not  there  now,  I  took  it.  (Lays 
it  on  the  table  with  a  grim  laugh  ) 

Slyde  (handling  it  timorously). — It's 
loaded ! 

Harstone.— What  else  should  it  be? 
.  .  .  Here!  .  .  .  There's  Gillis.  .  . 
Shove  it  in  your  pocket. 

[Sounds     of     Gillis     blundering     in 
through  the  side  door  and  corridor.'] 
Harstone    (calling). — Here!     .     .     . 
In  here, 

[Enter    Gillis,    evidently    drunk,    he 

staggers  in  the  doorway.] 
Steady  there — ^here — sit  down     .     .     . 
well? 

Gillis. — I  done  all  you  said.  Your 
things  is  checked  for  the  eleven-thirty — 
she's  on  time  they  said  .  .  .  and  here's 
your  (he  lurches  as  he  feels  in  his  pocket 
and  gets  out  an  envelope)  tickets,  and 
sleepers  and  baggage  checks.  It's  all 
there.    .    .    . 

Harstone  — Right    .    .    and  now    .    . 

[Enter  Andy  from  the  bar;  he  yawns 

heavily  and  is  evidently  very  sleepy; 

he  carries  a  bottle  of  brandy  in  his 

hand  and  puts  it  on  the  table  with  two 

glasses.] 

Andy. — You  said  a  bottle  of  brandy, 

didn't  you,  Mr.  Harstone?    .    .    .    for  the 

train  —  with  the  cork  drawn  —  did  you 

want  to  take  glasses?     (Puts  bottle  and 

glasses  on  the  table.)    And  Billy  says  he's 

closing  up  and  if 

Harstone. — That's  all  right.  Nothing 
more — put  the  bottle  here — cork  drawn? 
(Feeling  it  with  his  fingers.)     Right! 

Andy  (calling). — Nothing  more,  Billy, 
you  can  close  up.    .    .    . 

[Sounds  of  Billy  closing;  lights  in  bar 

go  out  first  one  and  then  another.] 
Take  the  front  key  of  the  bar  with  you, 
Billy.    I'll  lock  up  this  door,  good-night. 
[Voice,  "Good-night" — sound  of  closing 
door  —  darkness  in  the  bar  —  Andy 
closes  and  locks  bar  door.] 
Harstone. — Well,  good-night,  Andy,  we 
won't  keep  you  any  longer;  Gillis  will  take 
us  out.    You  get  to  bed    .    .    .    and  here. 
(He  gives  him  a  five-dollar  bill.) 

Andy.  —  Thank  you,  Mr.  Harstone. 
Nothing  more  you  want?    I'll  turn  down 

this  light  low 

[Steps  into  the  hall,  out  of  sight,  voice 
still  heard.] 
.  .  .  And  will  you  turn  it  right  out  when 
you  go.  (Hall  light  goes  dim,.)'  Good- 
night, Mr.  Harstone  .  .  .  good-night, 
Mr.  Slyde. 

[Harstone  and  Slyde  grunt  a  "good- 
night"; the  room,  is  now  in  half  dark- 
ness; there  is  only  the  light  of  a  lamp 
on  the  table;  sound  of  Andy  going 
upstairs;  sound  of  low  thunder  and 
sudden  rain  on  the  roof.] 
Slyde  (starting  at  the  sound). — What's 
that? 

Gillis. — Rain    ...    a  storm    .    .    . 
a  big  storm.     (He  speaks  in  a  strange  ab- 
stracted way.) 
Harstone. — A  bad  night,  is  it? 
Gillis. — Ay     .     .     .     storm 
thunder  and  a  big  gale    .    .    .    like  I've 


_  seen  it  many  a  time  down  home  on  the 
Nova  Scotia  coast.  .  .  .  Hear  it!  Hear 
it  sweeping  over  the  lake!  A  bad 
night.  .  .  (Shambling  to  a  seat  on  a 
bench.) 

Harstone.— So  much  the  better.  Here, 
are  you  drunk? 

Gillis —Drunk !     Me  drunk!     No 

Harstone.— Then  drink  that  (pouring 
out  brandy).  Here,  then — have  you  done 
all  I  said? 

Gillis.— Yes,  I  told  you.  The  things 
is  all  on  the  train. 

Harstone. — Then  listen  to  me. 

Gillis. — Ay,  I'm  hearing  you. 

Harstone  (slowly  and  impressively) . — 
— Mr.  Slyde  and  I  are  not  going  on  that 
train. 

Gillis.— Not  going?  You  told  the  folks 
here  you  was  going  on  the  eleven-thirty! 

Harstone.— Well,  we're  not  They 
think  you're  taking  us  down  to  the  train, 
see?  And  when  they  ask  you  in  the  morn- 
ing if  we  went,  you'll  say  you  saw  us  go, 
do  you  understand? 

Gillis.— What's  that  for? 

Harstone  —Because  I  say  so,  and  I'm 
going  to  make  it  worth  your  while. 

Gillis. — I'm  to  say  you  went  on  the 
eleven-thirty,  well? 

Slyde. — And  that  you  saw  us  leave  on 
it. 

Gillis.— Well? 

Harstone. — Now — you  told  me  there 
was  another  train  later. 

Gillis.— I  did,  half  after  one  —  the 
night  express  from  the  north- but  she 
don't  stop.  I  told  you  that  this  afternoon 
— she  don't  stop.  I  hear  her  nights,  when 
I  don't  sleep,  howling  and  shrieking 
through,  like  the  storm 

Harstone.  —  You  said  she  stops  for 
water 

Gillis. — Yes,  mostly,  but  not  here  at 
the  depot. 

Slyde. — Where? 

Gillis. — On  the  trestle  bridge  over  the 
marsh,  where  the  tank  is — three  miles 
from  the  town. 

Slyde. — She  stops  there.    .    .    . 

Gillis. — Yes,  most  nights,  not  always. 

Harstone. — The  bridge  is  long? 

Gillis. — A  quarter  of  a  mile,  mebbe 
more- 


Harstone. — And  how  wide? 

Gillis. — Narrow. 

Harstone. — Room  to  stand  when  the 
train  passes? 

Gillis. — Yes,  about  that,  no  more — say, 
what  is  it  you  want  of  me?  What's  all 
this  for? 

Harstone.— Don't'  raise  your  voice  that 
way.     They'll  hear  you — here  drink  this. 

Gillis  (holding  the  glass  and  not  drink- 
ing).-— And  why  not  be  heard?  What  is 
it  you're  after? 

Harstone. — Drink  your  drink.  Now,  I 
asked  you  about  a  key.    Have  you  got  it? 

Gillis  (stubbornly) . — Ay.  I've  got  it 
(Puts  his  hagid  to  his  tvaistcoat  pocket  ) 
What  of  it? 

Harstone. — The  key  of  the  door  lead- 
ing to  the  cellar  vault? 

Gillis. — Ay,  the  door  to  the  cellar 
vault.  I  kept  it  back  when  I  gave  in  my 
keys  to  Mr.  Pupkin.  Say,  what  is  it  you 
want  with  that  key  anyway? 

[Slams  his  glass  on  the  table,  spilling 
the  brandy  and  staggering.] 

Hardstone. — Not  so  loud,  I  told  you. 

Gillis. — You  said  you  wanted  that  key 
for  to  go  in  this  afternoon  to  get  some- 
thing of  yours,  something  you'd  left  there. 

Harstone. — Yes. 

Gillis. — Then  you  lied!     (He  strikes 


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his  fist  on  the  table  and  rises.)  You  gave 
me  money  to  get  and  bring  you  that  key. 
You  gave  me  fifty  dollars  to  bring  you 
that  key.    .    .    . 

Harstone — I  did,  yes,  fifty  dollars. 
Sit  down,  you  fool,  and  be  quiet! 

GiLLis  (With  rising  noise  and  anger). 
— But  you  didn't  say  you  wanted  that  key 
to  break  into  the  vaults  at  midnight — you 
didn't  tell  me  that — at  midnight  when 
they  thought  you'd  gone — I  see  through 
you  robbers,  you  damn  bank  robbers — 
with  your  money  to  bribe  a  drunken  man ! 
Take  it.  (Flings  roll  of  money  on  the 
table.)  You  thought  you  could  buy  me, 
buy  Ben  Gillis  for  fifty  dollars  to  help 
you  rob  the  bank  I  worked  for — I  know 

you 

Harstone  (to  Slyde)  .—Close  that  door 
quick ! 

[Slyde  closes  the  door.] 

[Harstone  continues — he  is  quite  calm 

and  hard.] 
Well?     What  of  it?     Do  you  feel  so 
grateful  to  the  bank  as  all  that? 
Gillis. — You  think  you  can  bribe  me 

with  your  money 

Harstone  — To  help  us  against  the 
bank  that  fired  you — that  put  you  on  the 
street. 

Gillis. — Fired  me!  And  done  right  to 
fire  me — I'm  drunk  and  I'm  low,  and 
I'm  on  the  street — but  I'm  honest.  I'm 
Ben  Gillis,  I  am — Nova  Scotia  fisher  folk 
— poor  folk  but  never  a  robber  among 

them — God!  for  six  cents 

[Gillis  has  seized  a  chair;  he  swings  it 

with  giant  strength  over  his  head.] 
Harstone. — Back,  you  scoundrel — keep 

back   or (One  sees  in  Harstone' s 

hand  a  sheath  knife  that  he  has  drawn 
from  his  hip  pocket — the  blade  glitters  in 
the  light.) 

Gillis    (furious). — A   knife!      Would 

you — ^a  knife,  you  hound — I'll  brain  you. 

[The  chair  is  sivung  over  his  head,  he 

rushes  at  Harstone  and  strikes  him 

down.  Harstone  calls  to  Slyde,  "The 

gim!  The  gun!"  Slyde  has  drawn  the 

revolver;    stands    jabbering,    "Keep 

back  or  I'll  shoot" — GiLLIS  with  the 

chair  raised  to  strike  Harstone  again 

turns  totvards  Slyde.] 

Gillis. — You'd  shoot,  you  dog — I'll  kill 

you  both! 

Slyde  (retreating,  crying  in  panic) . — 
Keep  off  me ' 

Harstone. — Shoot!    Shoot! 
[There  is   the  loud  report  of  the  re- 
volver.     Gillis  reels,  falls  against 
the  wall  with  a  groan.] 
Slyde. — My  God! 

Harstone  (rising). — Curse  him — -he's 
broken  my  arm. 

Slyde  (in  hoirror) . — I've  shot  him.  I've 
killed  him. 

[Voices  and  noise  above      Andy  calls, 
"What's  that  down  there!    Who  fired 
that  shot!"] 
Harstone. — Quick,  out  of  this. 
Slyde    (paralyzed,). — I-ve   killed    him, 
I've  shot  him. 

Harstone. — Don't  jabber — the  key — 
quick — the  key! 

[Voices. — "What's    that    down    there? 
Who's   there?"       Harstone   quickly 
kneels   over   Gillis — takes    the   key 
from   his   pocket — grabs    his   valise, 
drags  Slyde  by  the  arm.] 
Hurry — the  side  door. 
SLYDE.^I've  killed  him— I've  killed  him. 
[Harstone  blows  out  the  light.     Exit 
Harstone  and  Slyde,  stumbling  in 
the  dark.] 

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"Your  granddaughter  !  "  exclaimed 
Jack,  his  face  hardening. 

"It  is  a  long  story,  Mr.  Beresford," 
said  Sir  William,  evidently  ill  at  ease. 
"And  not  a  pleasant  one  for  us  to  relate. 
June's  mother  was  our  daughter.  She 
married,  strongly  against  our  wisheg, 
a  Mr.  Summers,  a  young  artist.  Es- 
trangement followed.  I  am  not  seeking 
to  justify  the  severe  view  we  took  of  her 
marriage  at  the  time.  It  has  been  a 
great  sorrow  to  us,  and  will  ever  be  such. 
She  was  proud,  deeply  attached  to  her 
husband,  absolutely  loyal  to  him,  and 
when  we  forbade  them  the  house,  she  took 
us  at  our  word."  We  lost  sight  of  them, 
and  understood  they  had  gone  abroad. 
The  time  came  when  we  longed  for  recon- 
ciliation— she  was  our  only  child — an  op- 
portunity to  make  what  amends  we  could. 
Our  search  failed.  Only  recently  we  dis- 
covered the  truth,  and  you  may  judge  its 
bitterness  to  us,  that  she  died  in  want, 
widowed,   and  destitute." 

The  depth  and  reality  of  the  man's 
sorrow  softened  Beresford's  first  judg- 
ment. 

"We  learned  of  the  baby  girl,  June, 
and  from  the  Orphanage  officials  were 
enabled  to  trace  her  here,"  continued 
the  speaker.  "We  have  heard  with  grati- 
tude we  can  never  adequately  express  of 
your  goodness  to  the  child." 

"You  have  told  this  to  June,  that  she 
is  your   granddaughter?"   asked  Jack. 

"Yes,  perhaps  we  ought  not  to  have 
done  so  until  we  had  seen  you,  but  it  seem- 
ed like  meeting  our  ovvn  child  again 
The  likeness  is  astonishing,  as  no  doubt 
you  have  observed  from  the  portrait  in 
the  locket  June  carries.  Perhaps  you 
can  understand  our  impulsiveness,"  said 
Sir  William;  and  Jack  nodded. 

There  was  silence  for  some  time,  Jack's 
mind  being  bewilderingly  busy.  "And, 
having  seen  June,  what  further  do  you 
wish  to  say?"  he  asked,  challenge  in  his 
voice. 

"We  should  like  to  have  her  with  us 
in  her  mother's  place  in  our  home,"  the 
man  answered. 

"By  what  right?"  Jack  demanded. 

"By  no  right.  I  acknowledge  we  have 
forfeited  that,"  was  the  reply. 

"You  abandoned  her  mother,  your  only 
child,  allowed  her  to  sink  into  abject  pov- 
erty— death  for  all  I  know.  Think  of  a 
baby,  a  baby  girl,  alone,  at  the  mercy  of 
any  evil  chance  in  a  London  slum !  Some- 
times, as  I  have  looked  upon  her,  I  have 
trembled  to  think  what  her  fate  might 
have  been,  and  you  come  to  me  to  ask  me 
to  give  to  you,  who  once  failed  to  guard 
your  own,  the  girl  who  has  come  to  mean 
almost  everything  to  us!  She  is  almost 
a  woman  now.  Ask  her  to  decide.  I  know 
what  answer  she  will  give  to  you,"  said 
Jack. 

"All  you  have  said  is  true,"  replied 
Cranston.  "She  is  deeply  attached  to 
you.  But  we  had  hoped  you  might,  in  her 
interest,  and  out  of  regard  for  her,  see  the 
advantage  to  her,  were  she  to  stand  in  her 
mother's  place  in  our  home." 

"And  perhaps,  if  she  did  not  bow  to 
your  will,  and  order  her  life  on  the  pat- 
tern drawn  by  you  for  her,  be  treated 
as  her  mother  was,"  Beresford  answered. 
"What  can  you  do  for  her  that  I  would  not 
do?"     I  have   worked   for   her,   thought 


for  her,  planned  for  her,  all  these  years. 
Money  and  comfort  I  can  give  her,  she 
will  be  a  rich  woman,  for  all  I  have  is 
hers.  There  is  nothing  in  this  wide 
world  I  could  do  to  ensure  her  happiness 
that  I  would  orhit." 

"And  it  is  because  we  know  that  we 
may  appeal  to  you,"  said  Lady  Cranston. 
"I  know  what  you  have  done,  others 
have  told  it  to  us,  and  I  have  seen  and 
spoken  with  June.  I  can  imagine  the 
sacrifices  you  would  make  for  her,  since 
we  have  seen  you.  She  has  been  a  for- 
tunate girl  to  have  found,  in  her  need, 
such  protectors  as  you  and  your  sister. 
If  this  meant  her  absolute  separation 
from  you,  I  would  wish  her  to  stay.  But, 
Mr.  Beresford,  is  there  not  another 
side  to  the  matter?  There  are  some 
things,  in  spite  of  your  affection,  that 
you  cannot  give  her.  She  is  very  beauti- 
ful, very  charming.  Is  it  not  desirable 
that  she  should  see  a  wider  world,  and 
meet  those  who  belong  to  the  station  in 
life  that  is  hers  by  every  right?  Is  there 
any  one  here  to  whom  you  would  wish 
to  give  her  in  marriage,  when  the  time 
comes?  You  are  unmarried,  the  only 
women  in  your  house  are  servants,  can 
she  obtain  here  those  advantages  that 
money  cannot  buy,  social  relationship 
with  women  of  her  own  world?  She 
would  wish  to  stay  with  you,  love  and 
loyalty  alike  would  inspire  such  a  de- 
termination, but  could  you  allow  her 
to   make   the    sacrifice?" 

Jack  was  silent,  the  appeal  was  power- 
ful. There  was  a  barb,  possibly  not  in- 
tended, in  her  words,  that  drove  sharply 
to  his  heart.  He  was  neither  June's 
father,  nor  brother,  nor  any  relative. 
Kate  and  he  had  not  even  formally  adopt- 
ed her.  She  was  a  woman  now.  Marri- 
age had  to  be  thought  of.  His  mind  ran 
over  the  few  men  in  the  hamlet.  The 
idea  of  June  marrying  any  of  them  was 
repulsive  to  him.  He  didn't  know  why 
it  should  be,  they  were  pretty  good,  aver- 
age men,  who  would  be  well  off  one  day. 
Then  the  truth  came  to  him,  the  idea  of 
any  man  marrying  her  would  be  repug- 
nant to  him.  The  veil  fell  from  his  eyes, 
and  he  knew  what  his  love  for  her  really 
was. 

"Think  the  matter  over,  Mr.  Beres- 
ford," said  Sir  William.  "We  leave  the 
matter  absolutely  with  you,  and  will 
acquiesce  in  the  decision  you  may  make." 

AFTER  they  had  gone.  Jack  sat  long 
pondering  the  situation  bitterly, 
resentfully,  fearfully.  He  would  not, 
could  not  let  her  go.  She  would  stand 
with  him  in  all  the  strength  of  her  loyal 
heart.  But  could  he  let  her  make  the 
sacrifice?  To  her  he  was  the  brother, 
father  almost,  who  had  brought  her  up. 
His  love  and  service  through  the  years 
barred  any  other  relationship.  Her 
gratitude  raised  an  impassable  barrier 
between   them. 

She  met  him  at  the  door  when  he  enter- 
ed, smiling  welcome  on  her  lips.  He  did 
not  know  what  they  had  said  to  her,  but  he 
saw  the  clear,  strong  loyalty  to  him  in 
the  eager  warmth  of  her  greeting,  in  a 
new  tenderness. 

In  the  library  after  dinner  she  told  him 
of  the  interview.  The  Cranstons  had 
been  nice  and  kind  to  her,  she  liked 
Lady  Cranston  especially.    It  was  pleas- 


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ant  to  know  her  people,  perhaps  she  was 
a  little  proud  to  know  that  she  belonged 
to  so  eminent  a  family,  but  otherwise  they 
meant  little  to  her.  This  was  her  country, 
her  home,  her  Jack. 

He  said  little.  After  she  had  left  him, 
he  sat  up  late,  pondermg,  reasoning, 
fighting,  yet  with  a  sickening  conviction 
in  his  heart  that  he  was  losing  the  fight 
with  himself.  The  following  evening  he 
brought  the  matter  up  again. 

"Sir  William  and  his  wife  will  come 
for  the  decision  to-morrow,"  he  said. 
She  looked  up  at  him  from  the  needlework 
in  her  hands. 

"Decision,  Jack?  It  has  already  been 
made."  Then  as  she  noted  the  cloud  on 
his  face,   she  put  aside  her  work. 

"I  wish  they  had  never  come,"  she  said. 
"They  seem  like  interlopers  sent  to  mar 
our  happiness.  If  you  look  so  awfully 
grumpy.  Jack,  I  shall  begin  to  think  you 
rfoubt  me.  I  don't  want  to  go  away.  I 
won't  go  away.  This  is  the  place  to  which 
I  belong,  my  home.  Now  drive  that 
awful  frown  away.  Come  into  the  draw- 
ing room,  I'll  play  and  sing  to  you,  to 
send  away  the  evil  spirit." 

"I  don't  feel  like  music  to-night,"  he 
smiled.  "Let  us  talk,  June,  like  the  sen- 
sible folk  we  are.  Do  you  know,  honey," 
— the  old,  endearing  name  slipped  out  un- 
awares— "I  have  thought  that  perhaps  we 
ought  to  consider  the  matter  more  care- 
fully. It  was  startling,  just  at  first, 
and  rather  upsetting,  but  when  looked  at 
broadly,  there  is  another  side  to  it." 

There  was  utter  bewilderment  in  her 
face,  her  lips  trembled,  her  clasped  hands 
clenched  tightly. 

"I  believe  I  frightened  you,"  he  smiled. 
"You  know,  June,  how  I'd  hate  you  to  go 
away,  as  I  used  to  hate  you  leaving  me  for 
school.  I  was  like  a  bear  with  a  sore  head 
for  a  month  afterwards.  But  you  had  to 
go  to  school — for  a  time.  Perhaps  this  is 
the  same — for  a  time.  I  have  been  think- 
ing quite  a  lot  about  it  to-day,  and  I  tell 
you,  honey,  it  made  me  feel  pretty  cheap. 
I  asked  myself  what  business  I  had  to 
keep  you  here,  boxed  up  in  a  lone  country 
wilderness,  with  an  old  lumberjack  pit- 
man like  myself,  just  because  I  love  to 
have  you  here.  It  made  me  feel  mean, 
selfish,  greedy.  And  the  wonderful  house 
here,  it  began  to  look  to  me  like  a  beauti- 
ful cage  I'd  gilded  with  costly  gold  just 
to  help  to  keep  you." 

"You  are  just  the  best,  most  generous — 
I  don't  know  what  name  to  call  you."  She 
began  stormily,  but  sunshine  swiftly 
followed  tempest.  "I  don't  know  why  you 
say  all  these  things.  Jack,  they  hurt  terri- 
bly, you  are  so  good  to  me  that  you  have 
to  be  hard  with  yourself." 

"There  is  winter  coming,  a  long,  dull 
time.  I  may  have  to  be  away  on  long 
business  trips.  It  would  be  fearfully  dull 
for  you,  June.  You  should  be  where 
you  would  have  lots  of  friends,  girls  of 
your  own  age,  and  lots  of  gaiety  and  sun- 
shine. Parties,  you  know,  and  dances, 
and  theatres.  It  is  all  as  necessary  as 
school  was.  You  should  learn  the  sweet- 
ness and  brightness  of  life,  and  not  be 
mooning  alone  through  a  bitter,  lonely. 
Northern  winter.  It  would  not  mean 
good-bye  for  ever,  but — just  for  a  time. 
You  could  write  and  tell  me  all  about  it, 
the  plays,  and  the  books,  and  the  nice  peo- 
ple, and  the  grand  times  you  are  having, 
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ters and  have  a  fine  time,  too,  knowing  you 
are  having  such  fun.  And  you'll  have  lots 
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and  compliments.  It  will  be  just  great  for 
you.  Why  June,  little  June!  You  are 
crying.  What  have  I  said?"  He  went 
over  and  patted  her  shoulder  gently. 

"You  want  me  to  go,  Jack!"  it  was  not 
a  question,  but  a  wondering.  She  looked 
up  as  if  she  could  not  believe  it. 

"Is  it  because — because — you  are  going 
to  get  married.  Jack?" 

He  burst  into  a  roar  of  laughter  that 
did  both  good. 

"Married !  Blessings  on  the  girl.  Hav- 
ing brought  up  one  family,  do  you  think 
I  am  going  to  plunge  into  trouble  again?" 
She  came  across  and  pulled  his  ears  for 
laughing  at  her,  but  her  face  was  very 
sunny.  "I  am  never  going  to  get  married, 
June,  honey,  I  am  too  comfortable  as  I 
am.  You  see  I  want  you  to  go  just  as  I 
wanted  you  to  go  to  school.  It  hurt  dread- 
fully, but  suppose  I  had  been  selfishly 
weak,  and  kept  you  here,  what  an  injustice 
it  would  have  been  to  you!  I  shall  come 
over  to  see  you  sometimes,  the  old  home 
daddy  or  brother,  and  you'll  always  be 
June,  my  June,  the  baby  I  used  to  play 
with,  the  tomboy  who  galloped  over  the 
country  with  me,  the  little  housekeeper." 

"Then  you  mean  that  you  really  wish 
me  to  go?"  It  was  a  decisive  question 
this  time.  Her  eyes  rested  searchingly  on 
his.  It  was  the  most  tremendous  ordeal 
of  his  life.  A  word — and  she  would  come 
to  his  arms,  to  rest  there  for  ever. 

"Yes,  June,  honey,  I  want  you  to  go," 
he  answered.  "Why,  it  is  no  more  than 
just  going  visiting,  and  we  are  making  as 
much  fuss  about  it  as  if  we  should  never 
see  each  other  again.  You  will  have  the 
grandest  time,  and  will  see  all  the  famous 
places  we  have  read  about  and  promised 
ourselves  we  would  see  together  some 
day." 

"I'd  rather  be  here  on  the  hillside,  in 
this  dear  house,  with  my  keys  and  ac- 
count books,  and  cheque  book,  than  them 
all,  without  you.  Jack,"  she  said  sadly. 

"That  shows  how  wretchedly  I've  mono- 
polized you,"  he  answered.  "I'll  take  the 
housekeeping  books  and  put  them  away — • 
just  for  the  time.  Nobody  else  will  have 
them,  and  the  position  will  be  left 
vacant." 

"Till  I  come  back?"  she  answered. 

"Yes,  till  you  come  back,"  he  promised 
smilingly. 


A  FEW  days  served  to  complete  the  en- 
quiries Jack  had  instituted,  and  a 
week  later  he  stood  on  the  dock  and 
watched  the  liner  melt  away  in  the  dis- 
tant haze. 

Then  he  turned  and  went  back  to  the 
lonely  house  on  the  hillside.  The  dream 
had  died  away.  The  castle,  built  with 
infinite  toil  and  pains,  had  vanished  like 
some  splendidly  iridescent  bubble  at  the 
touch.  That  day  the  first  heavy  snow  of 
the  season  fell.  Winter  came  over  the 
land,  summer  was  but  a  fair,  fragrant 
memory. 

When  spring  approached  again,  Jack 
Beresford  too  was  across  the  Atlantic, 
with  the  Canadian  Contingent,  helping  to 
bar  the  road  to  the  Channel  against  the 
Hun. 


III. 

BERESFORD'S  first  thought  was  that 
he  had  been  sleeping,  dreaming. 
Slowly  the  world  of  fancy  faded,  like  the 
trailing  mists  of  darkness  at  the  coming 
of  dawn.    He  seemed  like  a  spent  swim- 


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mer  whom  a  dark  ocean  has  engulfed. 
The  noise,  as  of  watei-s,  was  still  in  his 
ears.  He  remembered  the  sensation,  sink- 
ing down,  and  still  deeper  down,  without 
pain  or  struggle,  into  the  soft  blackness 
that  folded  round  him  like  a  robe.  How 
long,  ages  or  moments,  he  did  not  know, 
for  time  was  dead  too.  Then  he  had  been 
raised  to  the  surface,  still  cradled  in  the 
arms  of  night,  washed  up  by  gently  lap- 
ping waves,  and  laid  on  the  shores  of  time 
and  consciousness  again.  The  spell  was 
still  upon  him,  the  mystery  of  the  veiled 
second  room  of  existence,  beyond  the  cur- 
tain he  had  half  lifted. 

With  the  dream's  fading,  he  felt  cold. 
As  he  moved  stiffly,  there  came  a  sharp 
sensation  of  pain.  He  wondered  if  he 
would  ever  have  courage  again  to  lift  his 
head,  that  crowded  world  of  aches  and 
pains.  His  shoulder,  as  he  twitched  it, 
responded  with  a  stinging  stab.  The  rest 
of  his  body — he  didn't  know  anything 
about  it,  save  its  weariness,  pain,  sense  of 
brokenness.  To  ease  the  intolerable 
throbbing  he  lay  quite  still.  The  sky  into 
which  he  gazed  was  a  deep,  violet,  starry 
sea,  stormless,  benign.  In  a  clump  of 
shattered  and  ragged  trees  a  nightingale 
sang  and,  listening  to  its  ecstacy,  the 
wounded  man  for  the  moment,  lost  sense 
of  pain.  And  out  of  the  velvet  darkness 
came  the  face  and  form  of  the  girl- 
woman.  He  closed  his  eyes  that  he  might 
more  perfectly  behold  the  vision  of  June. 
For  never  battle  yet,  but  over  the  field, 
when  the  fight  was  done,  came  the  seek- 
ing woman  on  her  errand  of  love  and  con- 
solation, and  none  see  her,  save  the  man 
she  seeks.  How  far  away,  and  yet  how 
near  the  old  life  seemed !  He  felt,  as  souls 
must,  when  after  the  voyaging  through 
the  night,  they  stand  on  the  sunlit  shores 
of  the  Paradise  of  God.  And  with  him 
was  June,  to  make  heaven  more  perfect 
by  reason  of  its  sweet  kinship  with  earth. 

AND  again  she  came,  stealing  into  the 
ward  of  the  London  Hospital,  fair 
and  sweet,  her  face  paler,  nobler,  more 
tender.  He  felt  the  soft  lips  on  his  fore- 
head, as  in  healing  benediction,  and  the 
tear  that  plashed  in  his  cheek. 

"You  can't  say  I'm  handsomer  than 
ever  now,  June,  honey,"  he  laughed,  re- 
calling the  evening  of  her  retu'rn  from 
school. 

"You  were  never  so  handsome  and  fine. 
Jack,"  she  smiled,  holding  his  hand.  "Oh, 
Jack !  How  proud  I  am  of  you.  I  tried  to 
read  about  it  in  the  newspapers,  but  I 
■couldn't,  for  the  tears  blinded  my  eyes. 
When  I  read  that  first  awful  word  'miss- 
ing,' I  don't  think  I  wanted  to  live  any 
more.  And  then  came  the  healing  news. 
They  say  you  are  to  have  the  Cross,  Jack. 
Oh,  it  is  good  to  have  you  back.  We  are 
going  to  take  you  down  to  the  Towers  as 
soon  as  you  can  travel,  and  I  shall  nurse 
you.  Most  of  the  house  has  been  turned 
into  a  hospital,  and  I  have  been  nursing 
ever  since  I  came  from  home." 

"Home?"  he  laughed  quietly. 

"Yes,  it  will  always  be  home,"  she 
answered. 

"You  are  not  sorry  now  you  came, 
honey?"  he  asked. 

"No,  I  think  not,"  she  replied. 

"They  are  all  kind  and  good  to  you?" 

"They  are  the  best  and  dearest  people 
in  the  world.  Jack,  except  you,"  she  an- 
swered with  simple  earnestness.  "They 
are  wonderfully  kind,  but  it  is  not  the 
same.  Sometimes  I  get  dreadfully  home- 
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when  the  fog  and  rains  come  I  long  for 
the  clear,  blue  skies  and  the  sweet  cold 
winds  of  the  home  country." 

LATER  they  took  him  to  the  Cran- 
stons'  county  seat  to  be  nursed  back 
to  health  and  vigor.  There  were  long  de- 
licious days  with  June,  and  the  fatherly 
and  motherly  love  of  his  host  and  hostess 
helped  to  restore  him.  Men  and  women 
came  and  went,  people  of  the  Cranstons' 
world,  well-born,  with  the  social  hallmark 
that  aristocratic  lineage,  and  great,  hon- 
orable tradition,  writes  subtly  upon  them. 
Among  them  June  moved  as  with  those 
of  her  own  class  and  station.  Jack's  keen 
eyes  noted  the  admiration  her  beauty  and 
frank  fineness  attracted.  One  day  she 
would  marry,  probably  into  some  famous 
family,  in  comparison  with  whom  the  few 
Beresford  generations  at  Bluewater  were 
but  of  yesterday.  It  were  better  so,  if 
the  man  were  worthy  of  her.  What  could 
the  hillside  mining  settlement  give  to  her? 
What  was  he?  Successful,  yes,  in  the 
matter  of  money,  but  money  was  only  one 
of  many  desirable  things  in  life,  and  had 
its  strict  limitations.  Besides,  he  him- 
self would  never  again  be  the  man  he 
had  been.  He  would  never  don  uniform 
again.  The  few  minutes  in  the  hot  corner 
of  the  splintered  wood  outside  Ypres,  had 
taken  full  toll  of  him.  He  would  always 
be  lame,  scarred.  Things  were  much  bet- 
ter as  they  were.  Life  could  not  rob  him 
of  the  joys  he  had  known. 

THEN  one  day  he  went  up  to  Town. 
There  was  a  ship  sailing  in  a  few 
days.  Jusfe  before  it  left  he  mailed  the 
long  letter  to  June,  asking  a  forgiveness 
lor  going  without  saying  farewell.  He 
was  hungry  for  home,  and  the  wonderful 
house,  and  the  early  summer  beauty  of 
the  lakeside.  Much  more  he  said,  and  still 
more  was  in  it,  unwritten,  but  plainly  per- 
ceptible to  the  eyes  of  love.  He  was  re- 
treating, but  as  splendidly  and  valiantly 
as  when  he  won  his  decoration  charging 
the  machine  guns  in  the  deadly  wood. 

And  so  he  came  back  to  the  quiet  house, 
with  the  locked  little  suite  upstairs,  and 
the  calm,  evenly  ordered  life.  The  mines 
were  increasingly  prosperous,  war  had 
doubled  their  wealth,  their  management 
was  in  capable  hands. 

During  these  days  he  turned  more  to 
the  old  pastoral  life,  the  sheep  and  cattle, 
the  fields,  and  waters,  and  woods.  After 
the  scorched  hell  of  the  battle  lines,  the 
meadows  and  rivers,  and  forests  were  in- 
describably soothing  and  beautiful.  He 
now  tired  easily,  and  lay  long  hours  in  the 
chair  couch  on  the  verandah,  often  with 
closed  eyes,  for  thus  he  could  see  and 
hear  better  what  he  desired  to  see  and 
hear.  Sometimes  her  voice  in  song  came 
to  him  from  the  rooms  above,  he  could 
hear  the  soft  swish  of  her  dress,  the  light 
fall  of  her  feet,  the  rippling  music  of  her 
laughter.  The  orchard  was  still  in  the 
pink  and  white  beauty  of  blossoming  time, 
and  there  were  roses  again  on  the  bush 
by  the  verandah.  The  winds  were  warm 
and  fresh.  The  sky  a  soft,  clear,  deep 
blue.     .     .     . 

...  He  heard  the  whistle  of  the  dis- 
tant train.  It  brought  back  memory  of 
the  evening  June  returned  from  school. 
He  fell  again  into  a  long,  deep,  reverie. 
How  long  it  lasted,  seconds  or  hours,  he 
did  not  know.  Then  he  heard  her  step 
again,  the  rustle  of  her  dress.  He  waited, 
with  closed  eyes,  as  if  expecting  her  to 
bid  him  come  to  supper.     A  soft  pair  of 


hands  were  laid  over  his  eyes,  there  was 
a  kiss  that  fluttered  like  the  fall  of  a  rose 
petal  on  his  brow,  the  fragrance  of  her 
went  to  his  head  like  wine. 

"June!"  he  whispered,  scarce  believing. 
Then  his  eyes  opened.  He  stood  up,  as 
he  had  stood  to  receive  his  Cross.  The 
roses  in  her  cheeks  took  on  a  richer,  dusk- 
ier hue,  her  eyes  were  dewy,  her  lips 
ii-embled  faintly. 

"I  had  to  come  back,  Jack.  And  you 
A  on't  scold  me,  dear.  I  just  had  to.  You 
now  what  you  said,  'for  a  time,'  and  the 
:  ime  is  over  now."  She  spoke  swiftly,  in 
soft,  low  tones.  "And  I  knew  you  wanted 
me.  Jack,  more  than  anyone  else  in  the 
world  wants  me,  and  I  wanted  you." 

"Wanted  you!"  he  said.  "As  the  world 
wants  the  sunlight." 

"I  am  glad  I  went  away,  Jack.  Things 
leared  before  my  eyes,"  she  continued. 
■I  came  to  understand  myself,  and  you, 
ind  oh!  lots  of  things  about  us.  Some- 
;  imes  you  laughed  and  called  me  'daugh- 
ter' and  sometimes  'sister,'  but  I  know 
now  it  was  all  make-believe.  The  name 
I  liked  best  was  'honey.'  And  while  I  was 
away  I  found  out  that  I  was  just  June 
Summers  and  you,  Jack  Beresford.  And 
after  that  discovery — well — I  had  to  come 
back.     I  couldn't  help  it,  you  see." 

"June!  Little  June!  It  is  too  wonder- 
ful to  believe,  but  you  wouldn't  mock  me, 
would  you,  honey?"  he  said. 

"Mock  you!"  she  laughed,  holding  out 
her  hands  to  him.  "I  want  the  keys 
back  again.  Jack,  and  the  account  books, 
and  the  cheque  and  pass  books." 

"I  am  afraid  you  can't  have  them," 
he  replied.  "The  housekeeper's  position 
has  been  abolished.  But,  we  will  row  over 
to  the  Rectory,  and  when  we  j-eturn,  I'll 
hand  them  over  to  my  wife,  my  June 
bride." 

And  so,  as  the  moonlight  silvered  the 
lake,  they  returned  to  the  wonderful 
house  on  the  hillside,  and  June  came  back 
a  second  time,  this  time  really  to  stay. 


Oil  in  the  North 

Continued  from  page  14. 

The  tar  sand   (of  cretaceous  age)  which 
contains    such    an    immense   quantity    of 
petroleum  already  has  been  referred  to. 
This  oil  district  is  in  the  northern  part  of 
Alberta.     But  it  is  in  the  Devonian  rocks 
that   the   most   conspicuous    seepages   of 
fluid  oil  are  found.     Thus,  on  the  shores 
of  the  Great  Slave  Lake,  in  porous  dolo- 
mites of  this  age,  there  are  many  pools  of 
oil   and   spreads   of  tar,   so   that   bottles 
and  pails  can  readily  be  filled  with  oil. 
And  along  the  banks  of  the   Mackenzie 
River  in  certain  places  the  oil  is  flowing 
out   into  the  water  copiously  from  out- 
cropping oil  sands  belonging  to  the  De- 
vonian formation.     In  one  locality  these 
seepages  are  continuous  for  several  miles. 
The  indications  are  as  good  as  could  pos- 
sibly be  desired  and  the  only  drawback  is 
the  distance. 


M  A  C  L  E  A  N  '8     M  A  ( i  A  Z  I  N  E 

A  Penny  Wise 
Engineer 


95 


rush  of  entrained  water  into  the  engine 
cylinders  would  wreck  it,  and  work  great 
havoc;  had  admitted  that  the  Webster 
Steam  Separator  was  the  best  of  all  such 
devices;  but- 


OUR  TROUBLES  on  the  return  jour- 
ney were  greater  than  on  the  trip 
north.  Behind  us  the  winter  was  creep- 
ing on  and  threatening  to  overtake  us. 
Our  little  steamboat  was  in  bad  con- 
dition and  not  strong  enough  to  battle 
with  the  strong  current  against  which 
we  had  to  proceed.  Sometimes  we  could 
hardly  make  any  headway,  so  fierce 
Co7itinued  on  page  96. 


Mackie,  President  of  The  Harlam 
Foundry  Co.,  swore  a  round  oath  when 
he  read  the  telegram,  and  handed  jt  to 
Jennings.  It  read:  "Engine  wrecked — 
Regan." 

To  Jennings  the  message  was  cryptic; 
to  Mackie  it  spelled  thousands  of  dollars 

"We  have  a  munitions  contract,  and 
every  hour  of  lost  time  represents  a  loss 
of  literally  hundreds  of  dollars,"  he  said; 
and  bidding  Jennings  good  bye,  Mackie 
left  The  Engineers'  Club  to  hasten  to  the 
station.  .  . 

Seventy  miles  away  a  factory  was  idle, 
and  the  flying  minutes  multiplied  losses 
at  a  maddening  rate.  At  Linton,  a  motor 
car  waited  for  him,  and  on  the  run  to 
the  foundry,  the  manager  explained  mat- 

X,QTS 

"Water  in  engine  cylinders,"  was  his 
first  laconic   remark,   and  the   President 

understood.  i  ^  j->« 

"When    can    repairs    be    completed .' 

Mackie  asked.  „ 

"It  will  be  a  week  or  ten  days,  the 
manager  replied. 

"Cut  the  time  in  two,"  said  the  presi- 
dent, "I'll  give  you  four  days  to  get  that 
engine  fixed.  Spend  any  money  you  like 
to  save  time.  It's  costing  us  thousands 
of  dollars  a  day  to  be  idle."   . 

There  had  been  other  delays,  and  the 
time  limit  for  filling  the  order  was  dan- 
gerously close  at  hand.  Heavy  penalties 
for  delays,  and  the  hone  of  fresh  con- 
tracts, dependent  on  demonstrated  abil- 
ity to  make  deliveries  as  per  schedule, 
were  two  compelling  reasons  for  urgency 
in  making  the  needful  repairs  in  the 
shortest  possible  time. 

For  one  man,  the  disaster  meant  a 
ruined  career — the  engineer.  On  him  was 
placed  the  responsibility  of  supplying 
and  maintaining  operating  power. 
Mackie  summoned  him  to  his  office. 

"Hicks,  he  said,  "why  did  water  get 
into  the  engine  cylinders?"  and  Hicks 
knew  that  evasion  was  worse  than  use- 

Igss* 

"Our  engine  was  not  equipped  with  a 
steam  separator,"  he  answered. 
"And  why  not?" 

"Well,  a  separator  is  an  expensive 
thing,"  said  Hicks,  "and  we've  ^  always 
got  along  without  one  up  to  now." 

"Hicks,  you  make  me  tired,"  said  the 
president.  "Expense?  Man,  don't  you 
see  that  it  has  proved  a  thousand  times 
more  expensive  not  to  have  had  our 
engine  equipped  with  a  steam  separator  ? 
You  talk  about  expense!  Why  Good 
Heavens,  Man,  expense  is  a  relative 
term.  Here,  to  save  a  paltry  $100, 
you've  let  us  in  for  literally  thousands  of 
dollars  of  loss.  Get  out.  Hicks,  I'll  at- 
tend to  your  case  later!" 

So  Hicks  lost  his  job,  and  blemished 
his  reputation.  His  small  mind, — his 
failure  to  see  things  proportionately, — 
is  wanted  by  no  firm  doing  things  in  the 
big  modern  way.  An  engineer  who  takes 
risks,  by  so-called  economizing,  is  a  poor 
engineer,  a  really  dangerous  man. 

Hicks  was  urged  to  buy  a  Webster 
Steam  Separator  by  a  Darling  Bros.  man. 
The  accident  that  happened  had  been 
foreshadowed.  Hicks  had  admitted  the 
possibility  of  condensation  in  the  steam 
supply  pipe;  had  admitted  the  danger  of 
operating  an  engine  without  a  separator 
on  this  pipe;  had  admitted  that  a  sudden 


Reader  of  this  incident,  not  fanciful 
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manager,  a  director,  an  engineer?  And 
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were  the  elements  against  which  we  had 
to  contend.  We  used  wood  as  fuel  and 
almost  every  day  had  to  stop  to  cut  a 
fresh  supply. 

One  day  we  narrowly  escaped  shipwreck 
in  the  Sans  Sault  rapids.  For  several 
hours  we  battled  against  the  current  with- 
out making  any  headway  whatever.  In 
fact  we  began  to  slip  back  in  a  bad  place 
in  the  rapids  which  would  have  meant 
inevitable  disaster  on  the  rocks.  We 
stoked  in  the  wood  until  the  boilers  threa- 
tened to  burst.  We  tacked  first  one  way 
and  then  another,  vainly  striving  to  beat 
our  way  up  against  the  swift  waters. 
Towards  evening,  just  as  our  fuel  was 
nearly  at  an  end,  we  began  to  move — very 
slowly  at  first.  Probably  the  current  had 
slackened.  At  any  rate  we  finally  won 
our  way  up  the  rapids  and  Into  the  quiet 
waters  beyond — just  as  our  fuel  gave  out! 
To  make  matters  worse,  we  were  very 
short  of  food  and  found  it  impossible  to 
secure  any  supplies  at  the  trading  posts. 
We  did  manage  to  borrow  some  from  the 
Missions  and  from  the  police,  and  in 
that  way  were  able  to  keep  going.  At  one 
post  where  we  had  hoped  to  get  supplies 
we  were  met  by  the  only  white  man 
standing  on  the  bank  with  a  basin  in  his 
hand  asking  for  flour. 

IT  WAS  only  at  the  posts  that  inhabi- 
tants were  seen.  The  Indians  on  the 
Mackenzie  belong  to  several  tribes  and 
there  are  many  different  tongues  among 
them.  There  are,  however,  in  each 
tribe  some  men  who  can  talk  Cree  and  in 
that  way  communication  among  tribes  is 
kept  up. 

At  one  post  we  met  a  new  missionary 
who  was  just  learning  the  Cree  language. 
He  had  a  book  to  show  how  to  make  the 
right  sounds  and  by  means  of  this  he  had 
learned  to  conduct  his  church  services 
fairly  successfully,  although  he  himself 
did  not  know  a  single  word  he  was  utter- 
ing. 

Some  of  the  Indian  languages  are  very 
picturesque  and  tuneful.  They  have  an 
especially  apt  way  of  coining  words.  In 
Chippewyan,  for  instance,  the  word  for 
the  gramaphone  is  "the  voice  in  a  box." 
The  name  for  the  North-West  mounted 
policeman  is  "the  man  who  speaks  the 
truth,"  which  is  a  deserved  tribute,  al- 
though what  the  Indian  probably  means  is 
"the  man  whose  word  is  law." 

The  missionaries  certainly  are  heroic 
characters,  living  lives  of  hardship  in  a 
service  that  seemed  to  yield  but  little  in 
the  way  of  temporal  return.  They  were 
always  glad  to  meet  us  and  to  hear  news 
of  the  outside  world. 

From  them  we  heard  many  interest- 
ing and  amusing  stories  of  the  land. 
One  Bishop  whom  we  met  was  some- 
thing of  a  doctor  and  was  often  called 
upon  to  heal  the  sick.  In  one  place  they 
brought  to  him  a  man  with  a  cut  on  his 
back.  The  bishop  promised  to  put  a  plas- 
ter on  it  provided  the  back  was  washed 
first.  After  much  persuasion  the  In- 
dian's squaw  agreed  to  this  and  enquired 
exactly  as  to  the  size  and  shape  of  the 
plaster.  When  the  bishop  returned  with 
his  plaster  he  found  the  back  waiting 
ready  for  him.  On  it  a  small  piece  had 
been  washed — the  exact  size  of  the  plas- 
ter. It  seemed  useless  to  ask  for  more  so 
into  this  place  forthwith  the  plaster  was 
inlaid. 

The  methods  of  trading  in  these  parts 
are  peculiar.  No  money  is  used, 
but   all   prices  are   quoted   in   terms   of 


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skins.  The  cash  value  of  a  skin  is  now 
about  one-third  of  a  dollar.  Origin- 
ally the  beaver  skin  was  the  medium 
of  exchange.  When  an  Indian  came 
to  the  trading  post  to  buy  a  rifle  he 
brought  with  him  beaver  skins  and  laid 
them  one  upon  another  in  a  pile.  When 
the  pile  was  as  high  as  the  rifle  the  ex- 
change was  made.  Every  year  the  rifles 
were  made  longer  and  longer! 

An  Indian  works  for  you  for  six  skins 
a  day.  You  pay  him  for  his  services  by 
writing  on  paper  that  he  is  to  receive  a 
credit  of  so  many  skins  at  the  nearest 
post.  He  takes  this  and  uses  it  in  due 
course ;  and  you  square  yourself  with  the 
trading  company.  Calculations  in  the 
store  are  done  by  means  of  beads.  The 
Indian  brings  in  his  fur  and,  as  each  one 
is  accepted  by  the  storekeeper  so  many 
beads  are  handed  to  him.  Then  the  Indian 
buys  his  supplies  of  flour,  sugar,  tobacco, 
etc.,  handing  the  beads  back  to  the  store- 
Iveeper  accordingly.  Good  Indians  are 
allowed  credit  at  the  store  where  they 
trade  on  the  strength  of  what  they  are 
likely  to  catch  in  the  coming  season.  The 
larger  the  debt  the  prouder  is  the  Indian 
-for  it  shows  what  a  fine  hunter  he  is. 

AND  so  at  last  we  retraced  our  journey 
of  one  thousand  miles  up  the  Mac- 
kenzie River  and  returned  again  into  the 
Great  Slave.  Although  the  stormy  season 
had  arrived,  and  I  knew  the  evil  reputa- 
tion of  the  lake,  it  was  necessary  to  make 
some  explorations  of  surrounding  terri- 
tories, and  we  embarked  upon  a  risky 
voyage  to  a  part  of  the  northern  shore. 

I  set  a  course  by  means  of  my  instru- 
ments and,  as  soon  as  we  were  completely 
out  of  sight  of  land,  a  violent  storm  came 
up  out  of  nowhere  and  tossed  our  little 
ship  about  like  a  cork.  The  Indians  and 
breeds  in  the  party  became  sea-sick;  and 
all  of  us  had  an  anxious  time.  However, 
fortune  favored  us  and  we  reached  the 
coast.  As  we  neared  the  shore,  which 
loomed  up  through  the  storm  as  remark- 
ably rocky  and  dangerous,  we  threw  out 
two  anchors,  but  even  then  we  nearly 
drifted  on  to  the  rocks.  Finally  we 
fixed  two  large  spars  to  keep  her  oflf 
the  shore  and  before  we  felt  safe  had 
no  less  than  eight  cables  stretching  out 
in  all  directions  to  rocks  and  trees. 

The  storm  continued  for  several  days, 
but  the  good  ship  held  together. 

On  this  coast  we  found  there  was  a 
great  abundance  of  fish — whitefish  which 
we  caught  in  nets,  and  pike  and  "conies" 
— the  latter  a  fish  peculiar  to  this  lake, 
which  we  caught  with  spinning  bait. 
Here  we  could  throw  out  the  line  and  con- 
tinually draw  in  fish,  as  many  as  you 
pleased — and  all  sizes,  from  8  to  20  lbs. 
and  even  larger.  In  the  fall  the  Indians 
gather  here  and  catch  hundreds  of  tons 


of  fish   for  winter   food  for  themselves 
and  their  dogs. 

There  were  also  trout — the  largest  in 
the  world — -which  we  caught  in  the  deep 
water  by  setting  hooks  at  night.  Some  of 
these  weighed  40  pounds,  and  it  is  said 
that  they  sometimes  attain  to  60  pounds. 

We  recrossed  the  lake  in  another  bad 
storm  and  had  to  shelter  for  two  days  in 
the  lee  of  an  island. 

In  due  course  and  very  laboriously  we 
retraced  onr  way  along  the  Slave  and 
Athabasca,  meeting  with  various  adven- 
tures on  the  way. 

Along  the  river  were  several  new 
crosses  marking  the  places  where  men  had 
been  drowned  that  season  on  the  journey 
in.  We  picked  up  all  the  men  we  could 
at  McMurray  who  wished  to  travel  out, 
but  our  party  was  really  insufficient  for 
the  task  and  most  of  us  were  in  rags  and 
without  any  sound  boots.  Besides  our- 
selves were  several  Indians  and  half- 
breeds  and  three  prospectors  from  Nevada 
who  had  been  washing  gravel  in  the  North 
in  search  of  gold. 

All  were  footsore  and  worn  and  very 
hungry.  Once  we  found  a  dead  deer 
which  had  died  of  a  bullet  wound,  and 
though  it  smelt  unpleasant  we  were  glad 
of  it  as  food. 

"Tracking  out"  up  the  Athabasca 
River  is  perhaps  the  hardest  work  in  the 
world. 

Often  we  had  to  wade  through  tribu- 
tary rivers  where  we  could  hardly  keep 
oiir  feet.  Yet  never  must  the  pull  on  the 
rope  be  slackened.  At  times  men  would 
sink  deep  into  soft  mud  and  had  to  be 
hauled  out  with  ropes. 

In  one  backwater  which  we  crossed,  just 
whilst  we  were  in  it  up  to  our  waists,  a 
man  called  out:  "Tom,  this  is  where  your 
brother  was  drowned.  He  sunk  into  this 
soft  mud  and  we  could  not  get  him  out 
with  the  rope.     He  is  down  there  yet." 

It  would  be  difficult  to  properly  de- 
scribe the  struggles  we  went  through  dur- 
ing these  three  weeks.  But  at  last  we 
got  our  boat  up  through  all  the  rapids 
and  through  all  the  300  miles. 

The  last  day  of  our  toilsome  journey 
was  a  day  of  clear  air  and  bright  sun- 
shine, and  it  is  pleasant  to  wind  up  this 
description  with  the  recollections  of  the 
glorious  beauty  of  the  Athabasca  Valley 
on  this  day. 

The  forest  in  its  autumn  dress  was  a 
blaze  of  color  and  beauty.  Green  trees 
and  brown  trees  and  dark  spruce  trees, 
and  best  of  all  the  poplar  trees,  which 
were  a  blaze  of  brilliant  gold,  and  all 
amongst  the  coloury  foliage  loomed  the 
rough  brown  trunks  of  the  pines  and 
the  glittering  silver  stems  of  the  poplar 
and  the  birch. 

Wearily  and  gladly  we  crawled  up  the 
river  banks  at  Athabasca  Landing  all  safe 
and  sound. 


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Contents -Julp 


CONFEDERATION  FEATURES 

FRONTISPIECE,    "The    Start 

of  Confederation" 18 

C.    \V.   JEFFERYS. 

THE    STORY    OF   CONFED- 
ERATION          19 

THOMAS   BERTRAM. 

I 

MESSAGES     FROM     CANA- 
DIAN PREMIERS   25 

SIR   LOMER   GOUIN. 
SIR    WILLIAM    HEARST. 
HON.  H.  C.  BREWSTER. 

THE. DRAFT  (A  short  story) .     26 

A.   C.  ALLENSON. 
—Illustrated  hii  J.  W.  Beatty. 

CONFEDERATION   —    AND 
AFTERWARDS 28 

AGNES   C.    LAUT. 

IRONING  A  CONTINENT.  .  .     30 

C.  H.  MACKINTOSH. 

FIFTY    YEARS    OF    BUSI- 
NESS EXPANSION 33 

W.  A.   CRAICK. 

SOME       CANADIAN       CON- 
TRASTS       37 

FRANK  YEIGH. 

REGULAR  FEATURES 

I  THE  MASTER  SMUGGLER.     39 
The  disclosure  of  a  conspir- 
acy against  the  Government. 

J.  D.  RONALD. 

THE     CAPTAIN     OF     THE 
SUSAN  DREW   42 

I        (A  story  in  two  parts) 

JACK  LONDON. 
I  — Illustrated   hi/  Harry   C.   Edwards. 

■  WHAT   I   THINK  OF  CAN- 
ADA       45 

BILLY    SUNDAY. 

PUTTING    ONE    OVER     (A 
Short  Story) 46 

i  W.   HASTINGS  WEBLING. 

THE    OUTLAW    BOAR     (A 
Short  Story) 48 

CLARK  E.  LOCKE. 
— Illustrated    by    Arthur    Uemilng. 

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RECORDS  OF  SUCCESS 

A      WESTERN      E  M  P  I  R  E 
BUILDER 54 

NORMAN  LAMBERT. 

LOUISE  M.  CARLING  — 
"Daughter  of  the  Experi- 
mental Farm" 55 

MADGE   MACBETH. 

A  BRAVE  WOMAN  OF  THE 
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GEORGE    ARMSTRONG. 

THE    GUN    BRAND     (Serial 
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JAMES   B.    HENDRYX. 
— Illuitrated   btj  Harry   C.   Ediiards. 

REVIEWS  OF  REVIEWS 

What  Britain  is  Doing 60 

Figures  on  the  Melting  Pot.  ...  60 

An  Exodus  to  Europe 61 

Mark  Twain's  Brother 62 

How  Batteries  Are  Hidden   ...  62 

Christians  in  Society 63 

Business  Morals  in  Russia 64 

Save  the  Horseshoe  Falls 65 

Japan  and  Germany 66 

A  German  Republic? 71 

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LOST  AT  SEA,  JUNE  5th,  1916 


FOREWORD: 

J^o  marWe  shaft  snail  mark  you  where  he  lies, 
j\or  e^ita^h  announce  aloud  his  fame. 
But  in  the  hearts  of  men  will  last  the  name 
Of  him  wJiom  Preeaofn  called  to  high  emprise. 


O  man  of  sober  mien  and  patient  poise, 

You  did  what  others  thought  or  talked  about: 
You  worked  and  served,  with  honors  or  without. 

Nor  recked  the  blame  of  demagogic  noise. 

You  died  as  you  had  lived  —  on  duty  bound  — 

And  while  without  you  shall  the  work  be  done, 
Still,  we  had  hoped  that  Europe's  cause  had  won 

Before  grim  Death  his  summons  had  to  sound. 

Yet,  when  the  fairer  days  on  England  dawn, 
May  busy  hours  not  lead  us  to  forget 
That  all  mankind  do  owe  to  you  a  debt  — 

That,  after  stern  debate,  your  work  went  on, 

—  OWEN  E.  McGlLLlCUDDY 


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THE  START  OF  CONFEDERATION 

The  meeting  between  John  A.  Macdonald  and  George  Brown  when  a  tacit  agreement  was 

made  for  the  breaking  of  the  Deadlock.     The  two  men  had  not  spoken  for  nearly 

ten  years  and  there  was  cordial  personal  dislike  on  both  sides.     Both 

men,  however,  recognized    the   need    for    Confederation 

and  decided  to  "  bury  the  hatchet," 


iyiy^Gj\.z  iMK.  m^i 


Volume  XXX 


JULY,  1917 


Number  9 


The  Story  of  Confederation 


By  Thomas  Bertram 

With    Frontispiece    by    C.    W.    Jeffreys 


THE  LOGICAL  start  for  a  story  of 
Confederation  is  perhaps  the  dra- 
matic moment  when  John  A.  Mac- 
•donald  and  George  Brown,  political  op- 
ponents and.  personal  enemies  of  long 
standing,  met  on  the  floor  of  the  Assembly 
at  Quebec  and  solemnly  shook  hands  on  a 
pact  which  had  for  its  immediate  object 
the  breaking  of  the  deadlock  in  the  Gov- 
ernment of  Upper  and  Lower  Canada,  but 
which  in  reality  was  a  first  step  toward 
the  main  objective — the  union  of  all  Bri- 
tish colonies  in  North  America.  The 
movement  really  started  there. 

It  is  impossible  to  say  when  the  idea  of 
a  Confederation  first  received  ut- 
terance, but  it  was  probably  soon 
after  the  Declaration  of  Independ- 
ence by  the  American  colonies. 
From  time  to  time  the  project  was 
revived.  Ambitious  Governors 
wrote  letters  about  it  and  patrio- 
tic Canadians  dreamed  of  a  great 
federation  that  would  permanent- 
ly bind  the  scattered  Canadian 
possessions  to  the  British  Empire. 

Unquestionably  there  was  grave 
need  for  Confederation;  and  this 
necessity  became  very  pronounced 
in  the  early  fifties.  There  was  the 
problem  of  transportation  that 
could  not  be  adequately  solved  as 
long  as  the  provinces  remained 
apart.  Postal  facilities  were  slow 
and  unsatisfactory. 

Many  prominent  Canadians  fav- 
ored annexation  and  received  open 
encouragement  in  their  stand  from 
the  British  Government  itself! 
Canada  was,  as  a  matter  of  plain 
fact,  somewhat  of  a  nuisance  to  the 
home  authorities  at  this  time.  Not 
only  was  the  problem  of  handling 
half  a  dozen  moi-e  or  less  imma- 
ture provinces  a  vexatious  one,  but 
Canadian  interests  were  continu- 
ally cropping  up  to  create  friction 
with  the  United  States;  and  Bri- 
tish relations  with  Uncle  Sam 
were  more  or  less  strained  at  this 
time  without  colonial  quarrels  to 
add  fuel  to  the  flames.  It  is  per- 
haps not  strange  that  such  men 
as  John  Bright  favored  annexa- 
ation  and  that  Gladstone,  valu- 
ing peace  with  the  United  States 
above  everything,  actually  went  to 


the  length  of  suggesting  the  giving  over 
of  Canada  as  a  sop  to  the  American  Cer- 
berus. There  seemed  but  two  alternatives 
before  the  Canadian  provinces — Confed- 
eration or  Annexation.  That  we  chose 
Confederation  was  due  to  the  work  and 
the  foresight  of  a  number  of  patriotic  and 
able  men;  and  in  the  forefront  of  this 
group  two  stand  out — John  A.  Macdonald 
and  George  Brown. 

BY  THE  Act  of  Union  of  1841  the  two 
provinces  now  known  as  Ontario  and 
Quebec,  but  then  as  Upper  and  Lower 
Canada,  were  being  ruled  together.    Par- 


Sir    Charles    Tupper,    whose 

resourcefulness  brought  Nova 

Scotia  into  the  Union. 


liament  sat  alternately  at  Toronto  and 
Quebec  and  governments  and  parties  were 
for  the  most  part  joint  affairs.  This 
arrangement  was  not  proving  very  satis- 
factory. Ontario  was  developing  rapidly 
along  industrial  lines  and  with  the  re- 
sultant growth  in  size,  was  clamoring  for 
representation  on  a  basis  of  population. 
The  French-Canadians  of  Quebec,  fearful 
of  their  rights  if  the  Ontario  Protestants 
got  the  upper  hand  in  the  House,  fought 
back  determinedly  on  the  ground  of  con- 
stitutional privilege.  Governments  came 
and  went,  cabinets  squabbled  and  dis- 
rupted, members  fought  each  other  across 
the  floor  of  the  House  with  the 
weapons  of  verbal  vituperation. 
It  was  a  quarrelsome  era  in 
politics. 

The  two  outstanding  figures  in 
the  turmoil  were  the  two  men  des- 
tined to  play  such  prominent 
parts  in  the  welding  of  the  Do- 


T  OHN  A.  MACDONALD  was 
•J  the  leader  of  the  Conservative 
party  in  Ontario.  He  was  the 
most  accomplished  parliamentar- 
ian in  the  annals  of  Canadian  poli- 
tics, adroit,  suave,  tactful,  sunny- 
dispositioned,  a  believer  in  the 
glad  hand  rather  than  the  mailed 
fist.  Macdonald  preferred  to 
make  friends  rather  than  enemies, 
but  he  was  ruthless  enough  to  suc- 
ceed in  the  stern  and  implacable 
game  of  politics.  Brown  in  one  of 
his  sonorous  speeches,  declared 
that  Macdonald's  career  was 
"studded  all  along  by  the  grave- 
stones of  his  slaughtered  col- 
leagues." 

There  had  always  been  dislike 
and  open  animosity  between  these 
twain.  Brown  was  the  founder 
and  editor  of  the  Toronto  Globe 
and  leader  of  the  Liberal  wing  in 
Ontario.  He  was  a  Scotsman 
with  all  the  best  qualities  of  his 
race;  a  man  of  lofty  ideals  who 
stood  staunchly  to  them  and  show- 
ed at  his  best  when  the  winds  of 
adversity  blew.  True  to  type,  he 
was  grim,  unbending,  implacable. 
He  fought  the  cause  of  Liberalism 
with  the  ardor  of  a  Covenanter, 


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and  when  he  spoke  it  was  with  straight 
swinging  blows  like  the  sweep  of  a  clay- 
more.    The   suavity  of   Macdonald   irri- 
tated the  dour  Brown  who  read 
into  it  only  insincerity. 

This  animosity  was 
fanned  into  an  open 
flame  shortly  after  the 
Tache-Macdonald  gov- 
ernment was  first  form- 
ed in  1856.  On  the  ques- 
tion of  separate  schools 
in  Ontario,  fathered  by 
the  Government,  Brown 
fought  strongly  in  op- 
position. He  rose  in  the 
Assembly  and  charac- 
terized it  as  "flat  pop- 
ery," proceeding  to  flay 
Macdonald  in  a  move 
than  usual  sweeping 
measure.  Macdonald 
was  stung  into  a  re- 
sponse in  like  measure. 
He  taunted  Brown  with 
irregularities  in  connec- 
tion with  an  investiga- 
tion in  which  the  latter 
had  figured.  Brown's 
conduct  in  that  connec- 
tion was  afterwards 
vindicated,  but  he  never 
forgave  Macdonald. 
For  years  they  did  not 
speak. 

The  long  silence  remained  unbroken  up 
to  the  time  of  the  Deadlock  of  1864.  The 
system  of  governing  the  two  provinces 
had  been  gradually  running  down  like  the 
wheels  of  an  imperfect  watch.  Inside  of 
three  years  two  general  elections  were  held 
and  four  ministries  were  formed  only  to 
go  the  way  of  all  governments  which  lack 
majority  support.  And  in  1864,  with  the 
defeat  of  the  Tache-Macdonald  govern- 
ment, while  the  House  sat  at  Quebec,  the 
wheels  clamped  together.  It  seemed  im- 
possible to  form  a  government  which 
could  control  a  majority  in  the  House. 
The  business  of  Government  threatened 
to  stop. 

The  only  solution  that  foresighted  men 
could  see  was  a  confederation  of  all  pro- 
vinces. George  Brown  saw  the  need  and 
he  rose  to  the  occasion  with  a  singleness 
of  purpose  that  shall  forever  proclaim  his 
greatness.  As  leader  of  the  Liberal  Op- 
position he  could  have  continued  the  dead- 
lock in  the  hope  of  ultimately  emerging 
from  it  with  a  Liberal  Government  and 
a  majority.  Unquestionably  this  is  the 
course  that  most  party  leaders  would  have 
pursued.  But  there  was  nothing  of  the 
opportunist  about  George  Brown.  He  saw 
that  patriotic  ends  demanded  unity,  that 
Confederation  could  not  be  won  while 
warring  factions  worried  the  tattered 
cloak  of  party  government.  He  deter- 
mined to  sacrifice  immediate  party  aims 
in  favor  of  a  purely  patriotic  duty. 

ON  THE  evening  of  Tuesday,  June 
14,  Brown  spoke  to  Alexander  Mor- 
ris and  John  Henry  Pope,  two  Conserva- 
tive members  with  whom  he  happened  to 
be  on  a  footing  of  intimacy,  and  expressed 
his  willingness  to  help  the  government 
solve  the  difficulty.  The  two  members 
hurried  to  Macdonald  with  the  glad  news. 
The  two  leaders,  who  had  not  spoken 
for  nearly  ten  years,  met  next  day  on  the 
floor  of  the  House.  The  meeting  had  been 
carefully  arranged  by  their  lieutenants 

one    almost    said    "seconds" — for   both 

men   were    proud    and    neither    cared    to 


■'-%:  , 


A  First  Glimpse  of  the  Capital — in  the 


Early  Days  of  the  Federation. 
—From    an    old    print. 


seem  the  first  to  proclaim  the  truce.  They 
rose  and  advanced  ±o  meet  each  other 
directly  in  the  centre  of  the  fioqr.  It  was 
as  though  a  line  had  been  drawn  between 
the  two  parties,  beyond  which  neither 
man  would  advance  an  inch.  Public  re- 
cords say  little  about  the  meeting  except 
that  it  occurred  at  3  o'clock  and  that  it 
was    an    extremely    hot   day. 

Macdonald,  quite  at  his  ease,  was  the 
first  to  speak.  He  asked  if  Brown  had 
any  objection  to  meeting  Alexander  Gait 
and  himself  the  next  day  to  discuss  means 
of   overcoming   the    deadlock. 

Brown,  unsmiling  and  cold  as  granite, 
replied  shortly:  "Certainly  not." 

That  was  all.  The  next  day  the  con- 
ference was  held  at  the  St.  Louis  Hotel, 
Quebec.  Owing  to  the  mutual  distrust 
between  the  two  leaders  a  careful  record 
of  the  proceedings  was  kept  and  so  his- 
tory is  well  inforpied  on  the  score  of 
what  actually  transpired.  The  matter  of 
a  coalition  government  was  discussed  and 
it  was  agreed  that  the  remedy  for  exist- 
ing conditions  lay  in  a  measure  of  federa- 
tion between  the  provinces.  Negotiations 
proceeded  back  and  forth  for  several  days. 
Brown  found  that  the  "Rouges"  —  the 
Quebec  Liberals — would  not  follow  him. 
He  also  found  that  many  in  his  own  party, 
notably  Oliver  Mowat,  believed  that  the 
Liberals  should  not  consent  to  a  coali- 
tion. Convinced,  however,  that  the  step 
was  right.  Brown  held  staunchly  to  his 
course  and  a  new  government  was 
formed  under  the  premiership  of  Sir 
Etienne  Tache,  with  Macdonald  and 
Brown  included  in  the  cabinet,  the  latter 
as  president  of  the  Executive  Council. 

Brmvn  had  sacrificed  much.  Tache 
was  beyond  his  prime  and  it  was  inevit- 
able that  the  reins  would  soon  slip  into  the 
hands  of  the  adroit  Macdonald. 

The  news  of  the  coalition  was  received 
throughout  the  country  with  mixed  feel- 
ings. In  the  House,  where  gloom  and  un- 
certainty had  reigned  the  announcement 
created  excitement  and  joy.  One  French- 
Canadian  member,  a  man  of  diminutive 


stature,  ran  across  the  floor  to  where  the 
towering  Brown  stood  and,  throwing  his 
arms   around   the   Liberal  leader's  neck, 
embraced  him  exuberantly. 

In  Ontario  the  news  carried 
amazement  in  its  wake.  Mac- 
donald and  Brown  in  the  same 
government !  Liberals, 
who  believed  the  Con- 
servative leader  to  be 
the  Mephisto  of  Cana- 
dian politics — a  smooth, 
smiling,  dissolute  Me- 
phisto and,  therefore, 
to  be  doubly  feared  — 
shook  their  heads  in 
fear  and  doubt.  Had  the 
spider  at  last  drawn 
Brown  into  the  web  of 
his  urbanity?  Would 
the  doughty  Liberal  be 
the  "noblest  victim  of 
them  all,"  his  political 
gravestone  the  last  f* 
"stud  the  triumphant 
path"  of  the  detested 
Macdonald? 

But  on  second 
thoughts  the  self  sac- 
rifice of  Brown  was  ap^ 
proved.  Men  came  to 
see  that  it  was  only  by 
united  action  that  a  per-, 
manent  cure  could  be 
found  for  the  alarming 
list  of  Colonial  ills.  This,  then,  wag 
Brown's  great  contribution  to  the  cause 
of  Confederation.  He  sacrificed  per^ 
sonal  ambition,  and  to  some  extent,  party 
considerations  to  the  common  weal. 

In  Quebec  the  storm  raged  fiercely. 
Dorion,  the  leader  of  the  Rouges,  went 
out  on  the  stump  and  stirred  the  Habi- 
tants up  against  it.  Cartier,  however, 
who  led  the  Lower  Canadian  wing  of  the 
Conservative  party,  and  who  had  gone 
into  the  coalition  cabinet  stood  staunchly 
by  the  program  and  succeeded  in  keeping, 
the  members  from  the  Lower  Province, 
in  line. 

IN  THE  meantime  down  in  Nova  Scotia 
Dr.  Charles  Tupper,  Premier  of  the. 
Legislative  body,  was  working  for  the. 
same  cause.  The  Nova  Scotians  had  been, 
inclined  to  favor  a  union,  in  the  abstract, 
but  had  shown  a  degree  of  uncertainty 
and  even  suspicion,  when  it  came  to  the, 
discussion  of  any  concrete  proposals. 
They  looked  upon  the  people  of  the  more 
westerly  provinces  as  "Yankees."  Tup- 
per, therefore,  was  playing  a  dangerous 
game  in  so  boldly  espousing  the  cause,  an 
especially  courageous  course  in  view  of 
the  fact  that  he  had  always  hovering  in 
the  offing  a  dangerous  enemy  in  the  per- 
son of  the  famous  Joe  Howe.  One  of  the 
most  brilliant  men  that  Nova  Scotia  had 
ever  produced  was  Joe  Howe — a  politician 
of  the  first  water,  a  brilliant  speaker,  a 
hard  fighter.  He  was  easily  regarded  as 
the  outstanding  figure  in  the  province  at 
this  time  and  his  views  on  so  broad  a  ques- 
tion were  bound  to  influence  the  electors 
more  than  any  other  factor.  Tupper, 
brilliant,  fearless  and  egotistical,  had 
jostled  Howe  in  his  march  to  power;  and 
there  was  no  love  lost  between  them. 
Howe  did  not,  however,  declare  himself 
at  this  stage  and  Tupper  called  a  confer- 
ence of  provincial  representatives  to  meet 
at  Charlottetown.  He  invited  Howe,  but 
the  latter  in  his  capacity  as  Imperial 
Commissioner  of  Deep  Sea  Fisheries,  was 
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were  on  hand  from  all  the  provinces  and 
some  progress  was  made.  This  was  in 
September,  1864,  and  on  October  10,  the 
Conference  met  again  in  Quebec.  Pre- 
mier Tache  took  the  chair  and  the  his- 
toric debates,  which  led  to  the  formation 
of  the  basis  on  which  Confederation  was 
finally  formed,  began. 


T  IS  interesting  to  note  how  carefully 
the  subject  was  approached.  The  dele- 
gates knew  that  they  were  handling  dyna- 
mite. The  people  or  class  that  each  group 
represented  had  certain  interests  to  be 
safeguarded,  certain  privileges  to  de- 
mand or  certain  restrictions  to  clamor  for. 
The  personal  equation  also  entered 
strongly.  Rivalry  ran  so  sternly  that 
each  man  knew  his  opponents  would  seize 
upon  any  phase  of  the  proceedings  to  at- 
tack him  later.  And  so  there  was  much 
show  of  generalship  and  a  great  deal  of 
jockeying  one  way  and  another.  And 
careful  steps  were  taken  to  preserve  an 
accurate  record. 

Journalists  from  London  and  New  York 
had  flocked  in  to  report  the  proceedings. 
It  was  decided  at  the  opening  session, 
however,  that  the  meetings  would  be  pri- 
vate and  that  nothing  would  be  given  out, 
much  to  the  chagrin  of  the  newspaper- 
men. The  scribes  presented  a  strong 
memorandum  on  the  subject,  but  the 
original  decision  was  adhered  to.  Accord- 
ingly the  newspaper  men  loitered  about 
the  streets  and  hotels  of  Quebec  and 
picked  up  what  news  they  could  from 
individual  delegates.  The  nearest  they 
got  to  the  actual  meetings  was  the  sound 
of  the  cheering  that  sometimes  reached 
them — telling  evidence  that  progress  was 
being  made. 


IT  WAS  apparent  from  the  start  that 
the  feeling  in  the  Conference  was  in 
favor  of  Confederation  as  a  principle. 
When  it  came  to  a  discussion  of  terms, 
however,  each  group  was  prepared  to 
fight  tooth  and  nail,  to  demand  everything 
that  a  suspicious  electorate  at  home 
deemed  necessary,  to  block  progress,  even 
to  secede.  That  the  Conference  worked 
its  way  steadily  through  each  stage,  mak- 
ing concessions  here  and  peace  offerings 
there,  amending  and  changing  each  clause 
to  insure  satisfaction,  was  due  to  the  mas- 
terly strategy  of  the  leaders.  A  number 
took  prominent  parts  in  the  fortnight's 
debate,  including  Brown,  Tupper,  Cartier, 
Gait  and  others,  but  when  all  is  said  and 
done  Macdonald  held  the  centre  of  the 
stage.  It  was  here  that  he  assumed  a 
mastery  of  the  situation  which  he  never 
lost  from  that  stage  on.  Brown  may  have 
been  animated  by  a  fuller  spirit  of  belief 
in  the  need  for  Confederation,  but  Mac- 
donald, once  he  became  convinced  that  it 
was  a  wise  thing  to  do,  carried  through 
the  Confederation  problem  with  wonder- 
ful diplomacy  and  finesse.  It  is  more 
than  doubtful  if  any  one  else  could  have 
accomplished  the  task.  His  mind  was  the 
finely-tempered  blade  that  cut  the  knots 
that  men's  greed  and  jealousy  and  mis- 
understanding tied.  From  the  Quebec 
Conference  on  Macdonald  was  in  the 
saddle.  The  work  that  George  Brown's 
grand  loyalty  to  a  cause  had  rendered 
possible,  John  A.  Macdonald  carried 
through  wtih  a  skill  that  only  he  pos- 
sessed. 

The  first  problem  was  that  of  repre- 
sentation in  the  proposed  Federal  House. 
It  was  finally,  and  with  comparative 
ease,    settled   that   the    Lower    Province 


(now  Quebec)  should  be  made  the  perma- 
nent basis  with  sixty-five  members.  The 
other  provinces  were  to  have  representa- 
tion according  to  population  figured  on 
the  Quebec  basis.  Financial  arrange- 
ments— and  a  knotty  problem  this,  cover- 
ing the  adjustment  of  provincial  debts- 
were  managed  very  ably  by  Alexander 
Gait  and  Samuel  Leonard  Tilley,  the 
latter  from  New  Brunswick ;  complete  ac- 
cord being  reached  on  these  points. 

The  next  point  where  the  debate  waxed 
warm  was  on  the  constitution  of  the 
Senate,  or  Upper  House.  Many  delegates 
favored  an  elective  Senate,  but  both 
Brown  and  Macdonald  favored  a  nomina- 
tive Upper  Chamber,  arguing  that  it 
should  be  made  to  approximate  as  closely 
as  possible  the  constitution  of  the  British 
House  of  Lords.  This  view  finally  pre- 
vailed and  thus  the  lines  were  laid  down 
an  which  the  Red  Chamber  was  construct- 
ed. It  should  be  pointed  out,  however, 
that  the  idea  of  the  Fathers  of  Confedera- 
tion was  to  fill  the  Upper  Chamber  with 
equal  numbers  from  each  party.  Mac- 
donald himself  threw  this  principle  into 
the  discard.  During  his  long  tenure  of 
office  following  Confederation  he  ap- 
pointed but  one  Liberal  to  the  Senate! 
The  precedent  thus  set  has  been  fol- 
lowed since  and  now  Senatorial  appoint- 
ments are  admittedly  a  party  prerogative 
and  the  toga  is  meted  out  along  with  the 
other  spoils  of  office. 

The  proposed  constitution  was  finally 
embodied  in  seventy-two  resolutions  and 
on  October  28  the  Conference  broke  up. 
The  delegates,  pledged  to  the  agreement, 
returned  to  their  respective  provinces  to 
fight  for  ratification. 

It    soon    developed    that    the    hardest 


Market  Scenes  in  Jacques  Cartier  Square  ,  Montreal,  in  the  Days  When  the  Con  federation  Issue  Was  Fought. 


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part  of  the  task  was  ahead.  The  Coa- 
lition Government  decided  to  push  the 
issue  in  the  Canadas,  and  on  Feb.  3,  1865, 
Macdonald  introduced  the  Quebec  resolu- 
tions. The  debate  that  ensued  was  a  mem- 
orable one,  complete  records  of  which  for- 
tunately have  been  preserved.  In  favor 
of  Confederation  on  the  lines  laid  down  in 
the  Resolutions,  were  Macdonald,  Brown, 
Cartier,  Gait  and  the  eloquent  D'Arcy 
McGee,  who  so  soon  after  died  at  the 
hands  of  an  assassin.  The  most  promi- 
nent speakers  against  the  proposal  were 
Dorion,  the  fiery  leader  of  the  Rouges, 
Sandfield  Macdonald,  Holton  and 
Dunkin.  It  is  interesting  to  note 
that  among  the  arguments  ad- 
vanced against  the  proposal  was 
the  suggestion,  put  forward  by 
Dorion,  that  the  Grand  Trunk 
Railway  was  behind  the  scheme. 

However,  the  resolutions 
finally  carried  by  a  vote  of  91 
to  34.  That  Upper  Canada 
(now  Ontario)  was  very  strong- 
ly pro-Confederation  was  shown 
by  the  Upper  Canada  vote,  which 
went  54  to  8  .  Thanks  largely  to 
the  strength  of  Cartier  the  Lower 
Province  also  showed  a  majority 
by  the  vote  of  37  to  25. 

At  the  close  of  the  session  a 
delegation  left  for  England,  con- 
sisting of  Macdonald,  Brown, 
Cartier  and  Gait.  Macdonald 
and  Brown  buried  the  hatchet 
completely  at  this  stage  and 
worked  together  in  close  accord 
and  with  complete  outward  am- 
ity for  the  good  of  the  cause. 
They  played  euchre  together  on 
the  boat  and  appeared  together 
in  public  after  their  arrival  in 
England  whenever  the  occasion 
demanded. 

IN  THE  other  colonies,  how- 
ever, things  were  not  going 
well.  On  finding  how  small  their 
representation  would  be.  Prince 
Edward  Island  and  Newfound- 
land  promptly  dropped  out.  In 
New  Brunswick,  Tilley,  who 
headed  the  Government,  went  to 
the  country  on  the  question  and 
was  rather  soundly  beaten.  This 
was  due  in  some  degree  at  least 
to  the  influence  of  the  Lieuten- 
ant-Governor of  New  Brunswick,  who 
probably  feared  a  loss  of  prestige  under 
the  new  arrangement. 

In  the  meantime  Tupper  had  been  pro- 
ceeding cautiously  in  Nova  Scotia.  He 
knew  that  the  people  were,  to  put  it 
mildly,  lukewarm.  All  that  was  needed 
to  swing  th§m  over  to  active  opposition 
was  a  leader.  Accordingly  Tupper  kept  a 
wary  eye  on  Joe  Howe.  The  latter  said 
not  a  word. 

Finally  Tupper  began  a  series  of  public 
meetings  to  present  the  Quebec  Resolu- 
tions, and  at  the  first,  held  in  Halifax, 
Howe  sat  on  the  platform.  He  contented 
himself  with  the  role  of  listener,  however, 
and  the  meeting  on  the  whole  went  off 
well. 

The  sentiment  against  Confederation 
began  to  grow  and  mature.  Mutterings 
were  heard  from  all  corners  of  the  pro- 
vince. Nova  Scotia  was  being  bound  and 
delivered  to  the  larger  Western  provinces; 
her  future  would  be  restricted,  her  privi- 
leges curtailed;  so  ran  the  voice  of  public 
opinion.  Men  wondered  why  Joe  Howe 
did  not  declare  himself.  The  Antis  seemed 


to  take  it  for  granted  that  the  great  Joe 
would  be  with  them  and  they  waited  for 
him  to  take  the  leadership. 

Finally  one  day  the  Halifax  Chronicle, 
which  was  edited  by  William  Annand,  a 
prominent  Anti,  came  out  with  a  front- 
page broadside  headed,  "The  Botheration 
Scheme,  No.  1."  It  proved  a  sweeping 
attack  on  Confederation  as  laid  down  in 
the  Quebec  Resolutions,  written  in  a  gran- 
diloquent, onrushing  style  that  could  not 
be  mistaken.  Although  no  signature  was 
appended  the  voice  was  the  voice  of  Howe. 
The  Antis  rocked  with  delight.     At  last 


Sir  Leonard  Tilley,  the  leader 

of  the  movement  in  New 

Brunswick. 


the   Sphinx   had   declared   himself.     Joe 
Howe  was  on  the  warpath. 

From  that  point  on  the  opposition 
gained  momentum  and  it  became  apparent 
that  the  outward  feeling  of  the  people  of 
Nova  Scotia  was  against  the  Union.  Joe 
Howe  continued  to  pummel  the  Bothera- 
tion Scheme  with  a  vigor  that  increased 
with  each  blow.  Tupper  decided  to  go 
slowly. 

THE  DELEGATION  from  the  Can- 
adas returned  from  England,  having 
accomplished  a  great  deal  in  the  matter 
of  bringing  the  Imperial  authorities  into 
full  sympathy  and  accord.  That  things 
had  not  gone  as  expeditiously  as  had  been 
hoped  for,  however,  was  apparent.  Lord 
Monck,  the  Governor-General,  was  openly 
impatient.  He  hoped  to  have  the  con- 
summation of  the  Union  as  a  culminating 
point  of  his  vice-regal  period  and  it  took 
all  the  tact  of  Macdonald  to  prevent  him 
from  resigning. 

Then  another  complication  arose.  Sir 
Etienne  Tache,  the  only  man  under  whom 
both  Macdonald  and  Brown  could  serve, 


died  in  July  of  that  year.  Lord  Monck 
called  upon  Macdonald  to  form  a  govern- 
ment and  Brown  promptly  and  emphati- 
cally declined  to  continue  in  the  coalition 
under  his  old  rival.  He  was  probably 
justified  in  this  step,  even  though  it 
threatened  to  block  the  progress  toward 
Confederation  if  it  did  not  defeat  the 
project  entirely.  The  coalition  ceased  to 
be  a  coalition  when  one  party  to  the 
agreement  was  given  ascendancy  over  the 
other  and  it  was  very  doubtful  if  Brown 
would  have  been  able  to  carry  the  sup- 
port of  the  Ontario  Liberals  had  he  ac- 
quiesced. His  followers  had 
been  restive  as  it  was;  they 
-  would  probably  have  cut  him 
adrift  rather  than  bow  meekly 
to  the  rule  of  the  Conservative 
leader. 

Macdonald  rose  to  the  occasion 
manfully.  The  charge  that  he 
was  actuated  throughout  by  de- 
sire for  power  only  breaks  down 
here.  By  accepting  office  and  let- 
ting Brown  go  out  he  stood  a 
chance  of  gathering  enough  sup- 
port around  him  to  retain  power. 
Instead,  he  declined  and  proposed 
to  Brown  that  the  previous  ar- 
rangement remain  in  force  and 
that  they  act  together  under  the 
nominal  leadership  of  Sir  Nar- 
cisse  Belleau.  To  this  sugges- 
tion Brown  assented  and  Belleau 
became  premier  in  succession  to 
Tache. 

It  soon  became  apparent,  how- 
ever, that  this  was  not  going  to 
work  out  well  from  the  stand- 
point of  the  Liberals.  Belleau 
was  not  a  strong  man  com- 
pared with  such  giants  as  Mac- 
donald and  Brown  and  his  grasp 
of  the  reins  was  purely  nominal. 
Macdonald  was  the  ruling  spirit, 
the  premier  in  everything  but 
name.  Brown  felt  this  but  for- 
bore to  act.  He  was  waiting 
patiently  for  the  culmination  of 
the  Union  negotiations.  There 
can  be  no  doubt  that  he  intended 
as  soon  as  the  great  project  had 
been  successfully  negotiated,  to  . 
break  the  irksome  alliance.  His 
patience  wore  through,  however, 
when  he  was  ignored  in  the  mat- 
ter of  a  conference  with  Wash- 
ington for  a  new  Reciprocity 
Pact,  and  in  December  he  tendered  his 
resignation. 

Brown's  action  was  loudly  applauded 
by  the  Liberals  of  Ontario,  but  it  was 
characteristic  of  him  that  his  formal  re- 
sumption of  the  role  of  Opposition  leader 
did  not  result  in  an  active  harassing  of 
the  government.  He  continued  as  favor- 
able to  Confederation  as  he  had  ever  been. 
The  personal  truce  with  Macdonald  ended, 
however,  with  a  snap.  From  that  time 
on  the  Liberal  leader  fought  the  astute 
Conservative  with  all  the  old  vigor  and 
the  Globe  enfiladed  him  every  morning. 
It  may  be  that  they  dropped  bac^c  into  the 
old  habit  of  not  speaking. 

THE  YEAR  1866  saw  things  take  a 
better  turn.  Prince  Edward  Island 
remained  out  and  Newfoundland  turned 
an  obdurate  ear,  but  the  decision  of  New 
Brunswick  was  reversed.  It  was  hinted 
to  the  Lieutenant-Governor  that  the  Im- 
perial authorities  did  not  approve  and, 
like  the  Vicar  of  Bray,  he  experienced  a 
change  of  heart. 

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MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


Joseph    Howe,    the    brilliant 

leader  of  the  Repeal 

Movement. 


raids  grew  and  the  people  of  New  Bruns- 
wick began  to  think  they  had  made  a 
mistake  in  electing  to  tread  the  lonely 
furrow.  The  Lieutenant-Governor,  Mr. 
Arthur  Gordon,  took  the  situation  into 
his  own  hands  in  a  way  that  more  than 
offset  his  previous  attitude,  although  his 
course  seems  to  have  been  hardly  consti- 
tutional. The  Premier,  Mr.  A.  J.  Smith 
(afterwards  Sir  Albert  Smith),  who  had 
swept  in  on  the  Anti-Confederation  wave, 
had  a  cabinet  under  him  of  a  very  un- 
stable nature.  Some  of  his  colleagues 
wavered,  others  went  over  secretly  to  the 
Confederation  cause.  It  is  even  said  that 
Smith  himself  had  a  change  of  heart  and 
intimated  as  much  to  the  Lieutenant- 
Governor.  At  the  session  early  in  1866, 
the  latter  practically  forced  the  resigna- 
tion of  the  Smith  government  and  the 
issue  was  again  put  to  the  test  of  a  gen- 
eral election.  The  result  was  another 
turnover,  this  time  to  the  side  of  Union. 
On  June  21,  by  a  vote  of  30  to  8,  delegates 
were  appointed  to  proceed  to  England  and 
arrange  a  scheme  of  Union  with  the  Im- 
perial authorities. 

It  seems  clear  that  the  defeat  of  Tilley 
in  the  first  place  was  due  to  over-confi- 
dence. He  brought  on  the  election  inad- 
visedly before  the  people  had  had  an  op- 
portunity to  thoroughly  digest  the  pro- 
posals. It  was  a  snap  verdict,  as  the 
subsequent  election  showed. 

THE  REVERSAL  in  New  Brunswick 
helped  Dr.  Tupper  immensely  in  Nova 
Scotia.  Tupper  had  a  majority  in  the 
House  to  back  him  up,  but  the  spirit  of 
the  country  was  dangerous.  Fomented 
by    Annand   and   "that   pestilent   fellow 


Howe"  (to  use  Macdonald's 
words)  the  country  was  in 
a  mood  that  verged  close 
to  revolution. 

Early  in  April,  however, 
an  incident  occurred  that 
changed  the  whole  course 
of  events.  William  Miller, 
member  for  Richmond,  and 
a  supporter  of  Howe  and 
Annand,  rose  in  the  House 
and  suggested  that  dele- 
gates be  appointed  to  treat 
directly  with  the  Imperial 
authorities  and  thus  frame 
a  scheme  of  union  inde- 
pendent of  the  Quebec  reso- 
lutions. This  suggestion, 
proceeding  as  it  did  from 
an  opponent  of  Tupper, 
came  as  a  golden  oppor- 
tunity. Tupper,  experi- 
enced parliamentarian  that 
he  was,  saw  that  Miller's 
idea  had  opened  the  path 
by  which  he  could  steer 
Nova  Scotia  into  the  Union 
without  appearing  to  run 
contrary  to  public  opinion. 
He  sprang  to  his  feet  al- 
most before  Miller  had  re- 
sumed his  seat  and  put  the 
suggestion  into  a  motion. 

The  debate  that  ensued 
was  a  bitter  one,  but  Tup- 
per won  out,  and  on  April 
10  at  midnight  the  Legisla- 
ture adopted  the  motion  by 
a  vote  of  thirty-one  to 
nineteen. 

It  was  afterwards  charged 
that  Miller's  part  was  not 
an  incidental  one  and  that 
the  astute  Tupper  arranged 
with  him   to   introduce  the 

suggestion.    In  later  years, 

when  Miller  was  a  member 

of  the   Senate,  a  libel  suit 

developed     on     this     point 

against      the      Halifax 

Chronicle.    Tupper  testified 

that    the    charge    was    en- 
tirely unfounded;  and  there 

the  matter  rests. 

AND  SO  delegates  from 
Upper  and  Lower  Can- 
ada, New  Brunswick  and 
Nova  Scotia  began  to  as- 
semble in  London  toward 
the  close  of  the  year.  On 
December  4  the  first  ses- 
sion of  the  Conference  was 
held  in  Westminster  Pal- 
ace. Lord  Carnarvon  was 
in  the  chair.  The  delegates 
in  attendance  were  Mac- 
donald,  Cartier,  Gait,  Mac- 
dougall,  Howl  and  and 
Langevin  from  Canada; 
Tupper,  Henry,  Ritchie, 
McCully  and  Archibald 
from  Nova  Scotia;  Tilley, 
Johnston,  Mitchell,  Fisher 
and  Wilmot  from  New 
Brunswick;  Brown,  of 
course,  had  lost  his  place 
by  resigning.  Curiously 
enough  Sir  Narcisse  Bell- 
eau,  the  nominal  Premier 
of  Canada,  was  not  one  of 
the  delegates. 

THE  SUCCESS  of  the 
Conference  has  been 
generally  ascribed  to  the 
adroit  manner  in  which 
Macdonald     guided     the 


proceedings.  It  was  no  easy  task.  Each 
group  of  delegates  was  on  the  qui  vive 
for  anything  that  might  appear  prejudi- 
cial to  their  particular  interests.  The 
Liberals  from  Upper  Canada  wanted  no 
deviation  from  the  Quebec  resolutions 
upon  which  George  Brown  had  set  the  seal 
of  his  approval.  The  Lower  Canadians 
were  sensitive  to  anything  that  might 
tend  to  restrict  their  constitutional  rights. 
The  Maritime  delegates  were  frankly 
there  to  be  appeased  and  reconciled.  Any 
untimely  move  or  unhappy  reference 
might  have  precipitated  a  break  among 
any  or  all  of  the  factions. 

Macdonald  took  the  proceedings  in  hand 
and  carefully  guided  the  cumbersome  bark 
of  mutual  agreement  through  the  swarm- 
ing shoals.  British  statesmen  who  at- 
tended the  proceedings  went  away  mar- 
velling at  his  address  and  wonderful  tact. 

The  main  points  of  agreement  were 
gradually  worked  out  and  in  the  main 
the  Quebec  resolutions  were  adhered  to. 
An  interesting  discussion  arose  on  the 
point  of  the  name  to  be  given  the  new 
Confederation.  The  Maritime  members 
advanced  the  name  Acadia,  which  would 
almost  certainly  have  been  adopted  in  the 
event  of  a  union  of  the  Maritime  Pro- 
vinces only.  It  was  rejected  as  too  local. 
Other  names  that  found  favor  were  Bri- 
tannia and  New  Britain  and  a  host  of  less 
likely  ones  were  suggested,  such'  as  Col- 
umbia, Cabotia  and  Canadia.  Finally, 
however,  the  delegates  agreed  on  Can- 
ada and  it  was  decided  that  the  Upper 
and  Lower  provinces  in  surrendering 
their  name  would  seek  new  names  of  their 
own;  and  in  time  Quebec  and  Ontario 
were  duly  adopted. 

The  next  point  that  arose  was  with  re- 
Continued  on  page  106. 


Sir  Etienne  Cartier,  who  was 

responsibile  for  bringing  the 

Lower   Province    (Quebec) 

into  line. 


Messages  From  Canadian  Premiers 


WRITTEN  FOR  MACLEAN'S  MAGAZINE 


D 


SIR   LOMER   GOUIN 

Premier   of   Quebec. 


URING  the  course  of  the  last  century  all  other  public 
movements  of  Canadian  life  were  overshadowed  in 
importance  by  the  practical  realization  of  two  ideas  of 
vast  and  far-reaching  importance.  The  first  had  for  its  aim, 
and  happily  also  for  its  result,  the  establishment  of  a  system  of 
responsible  government  in  the  British  North  American  Colonies, 
while  the  second  grouped  into  a  powerful  and  harmonious  whole 
the  former  scattered  and  independent  portions  of  what  now 
constitutes  the  Dominion  of  Canada. 

These  two  events  have  not  only  had  a  considerable  influence 
upon  the  destinies  of  our  country,  they  were  the  source  of  our 
political  liberties,  as  well  as  of  our  economic  progress.  They 
constitute  to-day  a  very  important  part  of  that  national  inher- 
itance, of  which  all  Canadians  are  so  justly  proud. 

The  Province  of  Quebec  has  contributed  too  largely  to  the 
realization  of  these  two  ideas  to  refrain  from  taking  an  import- 
ant and  enthusiastic  part  with  its  sister  provinces  in  the  worthy  celebration  of  the  fiftieth  anni- 
versary of  Confederation.  Despite  the  crushing  atmosphere  of  mourning  which  now  weighs  so 
heavily  upon  our  country,  the  coming  First  of  July  will  be  a  day  of  national  pride,  as  well  for 
the  Canadians  who  inhabit  the  shores  of  the  St.  Lawrence,  as  for  those  who  live  in  the  Maritime 
Provinces,  in  Ontario,  and  on  the  fertile  plains  of  the  West. 

Providence  has  given  us  a  great  and  a  goodly  land  to  dwell  in  and  to  develop,  and  the  people 
of  the  Province  of  Quebec,  the  oldest  and  the  largest  of  the  provinces,  will  continue  in  the 
future,  as  in  the  past,  to  do  their  full  part  towards  assuring  the  future  greatness  and  happiness 
of  the  entire  Dominion,  by  inculcating  and  by  practising  the  virtues  of  piety,  industry  and  thrift, 
and  by  striving  to  promote  that  loyalty  to  our  institutions  which  they  have  so  well  illustrated 
in  their  past  history,  and  that  generous  union  of  hearts  and  minds  so  well  typified  for  them 
in  the  compact  of  1867,  whose  Jubilee  we  are  about  to  celebrate.  By  no  Canadians  anywhere 
are  the  praises  of  our  great  Dominion  more  loyally  and  more  enthusiastically  sung  than  by  those 
whose  favorite  national  air  is: 


"0  Canada,  mon  pays,  mes  amours!" 


i^^.^^ifin'''^ 


ON  this  Jubilee  of  Confederation  let  our  justifiable  pride 
in  Canada's  achievements  be  a  source  of  inspiration  for 
greater  efforts  and  a  fuller  realization  of  our  possibilities. 
What  our  country  has  done  in  the  past  fifty  years,  though  truly 
marvellous,  is  only  the  stepping-stone  to  what  it  can  do  in  the 
future.  Canada's  capabilities  have  been  proven;  it  is  for  us 
to  realize  upon  them.  Let  it  be  ours  to  fit  this  Dominion  to 
be  the  home  of  happy  and  prosperous  millions,  the  bulwark 
of  free  and  democratic  institutions,  and  the  lasting  glory  of 
the  British  Empire. 


u<j<Mj^ 


SIR   WILLIAM   HEARST 

Premier  of  Ontario. 


26 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


I 


T  may  be  doubted  that  when  the  Confederation  of  the  Pro- 
vinces of  Canada  was  effected  the  Fathers  of  Confederation 
foresaw,  in  its  entirety,  an  incalculable  advantage  that  was 
to  result  from  this  consummation. 

To  have  federated  the  separate  parts  of  the  Dominion  so 
that  a  national  spirit  might  be  inculcated,  national  ideals  ad- 
vanced and  national  benefits  accrue,  was  something;  to  have 
co-ordinated  the  varied  interests  of  the  chain  of  Provinces 
stretching  from  ocean  to  ocean;  to  seek  the  unification  of 
juvenile  races;  to  open  the  national  doors  to  immigration,  and 
to  aspire  to  the  unification  and  harmonization  of  a  hetero- 
geneous citizenship,  was  a  worthy  and  great  ambition. 

Now  that  Canada  has  taken  her  place  with  her  sister  over- 
seas Dominions  of  the  Empire  in  the  World's  greatest  War; 
now  that  she  is  bearing  her  part — a  not  ignoble  part — in  the 
conflict  for  the  maintenance  of  the  principles  of  democracy;  now  that  she  is  showing  how  deep- 
rooted  in  the  hearts  of  all  liberty-loving  people  are  the  principles  upon  which  the  Empire  itself 
is  founded,  the  importance  of  the  place  of  the  Dominion  in  a  greater  federation  of  great  coun- 
tries must  be  impressed  upon  the  citizenship  of  Canada  to  a  proud  degree. 

British  Columbia  appreciates  her  place  in  Confederation,  and  is  by  no  means  a  negligible 
section  of  the  Dominion.  Whatever  remains  to  be  done  to  give  her  her  proper  place  among  the 
Provinces,  she  herself  has  established  her  credit  with  the  Empire  by  the  voluntary  sacrifice  of 
her  sons  upon  the  battlefields  of  Europe,  and  the  no  less  voluntary  sacrifices  of  those  who  have 
remained  to  "keep  the  home  fires  burning." 


HONORABLE    H.    C.    BREWSTER, 

Premier  o£  British   Columbia. 


^,^<::::y^mi)^^ 


The   Draft 

The  Story  of  a  Canadian  in  the  American  Civil  War 

By  A.  C.  Allenson 

Who  wrote  "June  Comes  Back,"  "Danton  of  the  Fleet,"  etc. 


IT  was  a  warm  evening  in  July  of  last 
year.  I  had  been  out  on  the  lake 
for  an  hour  with  the  trout.  Sport, 
however,  was  not  good,  so  I  ran  the  boat 
up  on  a  shingly  beach,  below  Lawyer 
Bateman's  orchard,  and  walked  up  to  the 
house  to  smoke  a  pipe  with  my  hospit- 
able neighbor  before  returning  to  Camp. 
A  fine,  hale  man  of  sixty-five,  Mr.  Bate- 
man  lived  alone,  save  for  the  company  of 
servants.  His  wife  had  been  dead  some 
years,  his  children  had  married  and  scat- 
tered. Fortunate  investments  in  local 
mines  had  made  him  wealthy,  and  long 
since  he  had  abandoned  the  practice  of 
law. 

He  was  fond  of  country  life,  farmed  for 
amusement,  and  was  an  ardent  fisherman, 
liked  a  day  with  the  gun,  was  a  lover  of 
books  and  owner  of  a  rarely  fine  library; 
and  he  was  ready  at  any  hour  to  discuss 
literature,  politics,  or  dry  fly  fishing.  I 
had  expected  to  find  him  alone,  but  there 
was  a  party  of  young  folks  on  the  veranda 


Illustrated    by   J.   W.    Beatty 

when  I  reached  the  house.  Introductions 
followed,  and  I  was  taken  into  the  group 
and  made  comfortable  in  a  big,  wicker 
chair,  with  one  of  Bateman's  justly  famed 
cigars  to  add  the  touch  of  luxury. 

It  was  mainly  a  family  party,  composed 
of  the  lawyer's  grandchildren,  bright,  at- 
tractive young  people,  whose  ages  ranged 
from  grown-ups  in  the  early  twenties,  to 
two  or  three  quite  small  children.  The 
central  figure  in  the  group  was  clearly 
young  Tom  Bateman,  a  smartly  set-up 
young  man  in  lieutenant's  uniform,  who 
was  paying  his  grandfather  a  farewell 
visit  before  going  overseas,  and  the  occa- 
sion had  been  made  into  a  pleasant  family 
re-union.  We  were  chatting  in  groups, 
half  a  dozen  voices  going  at  once,  when  I 
noticed  an  old  man  come  along  the  pri- 
vate path,  separating  the  garden  from 
the  orchard.  I  had  met  him  before  on 
the  road,  and  had  passed  the  time  of  day 
with  him,  but  I  did  not  know  him. 
My   curiosity    had    been    roused    by    the 


distinctiveness  of  his  type,  as  well  as 
by  an  old-world  dignity  of  manner 
and  bearing,  rare  in  this  twentieth  cen- 
tury. He  seemed  very  old,  and  his  heavily 
wrinkled  face,  that  must  have  been  strik- 
ingly handsome  once,  was  disfigured  by  a 
wide  scar  that  ran  diagonally  across  the 
left  cheek.  He  was  lame,  the  left  leg 
dragging  heavily;  but,  in  spite  of  this,  the 
figure  was  erect.  The  bigness  of  frame 
showed  that,  in  his  prime,  he  must  have 
been  an  exceptionally  powerful  man.  He 
was  dressed  in  black,  his  long  coat  but- 
toned closely  about  him;  he  wore  an  old- 
fashioned  clerical  stock,  and  soft,  wide- 
brimmed,  black  hat. 

BATEMAN  rose  and  called  him,  and,  in 
response,  the  old  man  limped  across 
the  lawn,  his  figure  jerking  oddly  up  and 
down  as  he  brought  forward  the  drag- 
ging leg.  He  would  not  take  a  seat  as  he 
had  an  appointment  to  attend  before  dark, 
but  he  stopped  for  a  few  minutes  to  chat. 


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He  wanted  to  know  who  each  of  the  young 
folks  was,  and  Bateman  made  them  known 
to  him.  This  was  Mary's  lad,  that  Alec's 
girl,  and  so  on.  The  old  man  spoke  plea- 
santly, with  attractive  Scottish  intonation, 
to  each  one. 

"A  soldier!"  and  he  grasped  young 
Tom's  hand  with  particular  cordiality. 
"I  honor  you,  young  gentleman!  If  one 
could  turn  back  the  clock,  and  march  with 
the  brave  lads !  But  each  to  his  own  gene- 
ration. It  is  heartening  to  us  who  can  but 
look  on  and  pray,  to  know  that  the  men 
and  women  of  the  new  generation  are  leal 
and  true — leal  and  true.  May  the  God  of 
Battles  aid  and  guard  you,  young  sir!" 

There  was  a  fine,  patriarchal  dignity 
about  the  benediction,  infinitely  impres- 
sive. After  a  few  more  words  he  bade  us 
good  evening,  and,  lifting  his  hat,  limped 
away. 

"What  an  ugly  old  man!"  The  thin, 
childish  voice  broke  almost  ludicrously 
upon  the  silence.  A  sharp  rebuke  from  an 
elder  sister  reduced  the  over-candid  little 
one  to  the  verge  of  tears.  Her  grand- 
father took  her  on  his  knee  and  comforted 
her. 

"I  don't  think  he  is  the  least  bit  ugly, 
Madgie,  dear,"  he  said.  "To  me  he  is  one 
of  the  handsomest  men  the  world  pos- 
sesses, and  I  am  going  to  tell  you  why. 


She    gave    a    chirrup    and   whistle    to    the 
dozing   horses   and   turned   to    the   plough. 

Once  he  was  the  best  looking  man  in  all 
these  hills,  but  his  face  was  scarred,  and 
his  body  broken  in  doing  something  that 
was  very  fine  and  beautiful.  In  the  Bible 
you  read  about  a  man  named  Paul,  who 
said  that  he  bore  in  his  body  the  marks 
of  the  Lord  Jesus,  and  sometimes,  when  I 
think  of  old  Mr.  Grant,  I  believe  that  his 
scar  and  lameness  are  much  the  same  as 
Paul's  marks." 

The  young  folks  settled  in  chairs  and 
on  verandah  rails  and  steps,  wiiile  young 
Tom  found  a  corner  for  a  pretty  cousin 
and  himself.  Fresh  cigars  were  lighted 
and  the  tale  began. 


II. 

TT  carries  me  back,  this  1916,  more  than 
■l  fifty  years — fifty-three  years  to  be 
exact,"  began  Mr.  Bateman.  "The  settle- 
ment here  consisted  then  of  a  score 
or  so  of  farm  houses,  dotted  in  clear- 
ings of  the  woods  along  the  hill- 
side. The  people  were  mostly  Irish 
—  Irish  Protestants  —  the  majority 
from  Ulster,  a  few  from  round  Wexford 
and  Wicklow.  There  was  no  railway  here- 
abouts in  those  days.  The  big  asbestos 
mine,  that  now  produces  more  than  three- 
fourths  the  world's  output,  had  not  yet 
been  discovered.    Think  of  it,  young  folks ! 


No  trains  within  thirty  miles,  no  gas, 
electric  light  or  power,  telephone,  cable, 
wireless,  auomobiles,  flying  machines, 
submarines,  moving  pictures!  Teleg- 
raphy still  in  its  infancy.  No  cheap 
books.  No  cent  newspapers  bringing  you 
daily  the  news  of  the  world  up  to  a  few 
hours  before.  When  we  wanted  to  shop, 
we  went  sixty  odd  miles  to  Quebec,  taking 
down  produce  and  bringing  back  the  best 
part  of  a  year's  supplies  in  great,  heavy 
teams.  Sometimes,  for  a  jaunt,  we 
walked  down,  and  I  remember  riding  in 
on  horseback  with  father  and  mother  in 
August  of  '60  ft)  see  the  Prince  of  Wales, 
the  late  King  Edward.  There's  a  lot  of 
water  gone  over  the  falls  since  that  day. 
In  '63,  the  year  of  which  I  am  talking. 
Confederation  was  four  years  away,  and 
two  and  twenty  years  would  have  to  pass 
before  the  first  train  ran  from  Montreal  to 
Vancouver.  Over  the  line,  the  great  strug- 
gle between  North  and  South  had  been 
going  on  for  nearly  two  years.  You  know, 
perhaps,  as  much  about  the  war  as  I  do, 
how  it  was  fought  on  the  right  of  indi- 
vidual States  to  secede  from  the  Union, - 
and,  in  lesser  degree,  it  involved  the  liber- 
ation of  the  negro  slave.  We  had  heard 
much  of  the  slave  question  here,  since 
Canada  was  the  terminus  of  the  under- 
Continued  on  page  114. 


Winnipeg — From  St.  Boniface  Ferry  Landing. 


Confederation— And  Afterwards 


IF  Rip  Van  Winkle  had  gone  to  sleep 
in  Canada  in  1867  and  come  awake  in 
1917,  he  would  not  ask  if  he  had  been 
asleep.  He  would  ask  to  be  taken  to  the 
mental  ward  of  some  observation  hos- 
pital. If  anv  prophet  had  predicted  in 
1867  what  would  happen  in  fifty  years, 
he  would  not  have  been  asked  if  he  were 
dreaming.  He  would  have  been  put  in  a 
straight-jacket. 

Other  half  centuries  have  witnessed 
changes ;  but  the  changes  of  the  last  fifty 
years  have  been  unbelievable  transfor- 
mations. 

Consider  then  and  now! 

From  1800  to  1850,  the  world  was  shak- 
ing itself  down  to  the  new  ideas  of  the 
yeasty  French  Revolution;  but  the  world 
was  very  doubtful  about  self-government 
and  human  brotherhood  and  equal  rights. 
As  to  all  men  being  given  equal  oppor- 
tunities, that  was  rankest  heresy.  Had 
not  the  Divine  Regulator  ordained  that 
certain  favored  classes  should  ride  on  the 
backs  of  the  other  classes?  Universal 
education  was  regarded  as  a  yeast  that 
might  have  poison  in  it,  and  universal 
suffrage  was  frankly  called  "mob  rule." 
Two  of  our  old  governors  in  Canada, — Sir 
James  Douglas  in  British  Columbia  and 
Sir  Francis  Bond  Head  in  Upper  Canada 
— had  referred  to  the  self-elected  houses 
of  representatives  as  "lower  orders,"  and 
poor  Bond  Head  called  on  Heaven  and 
Earth  to  roll  back  that  "pestilential  demo- 
cracy which  was  dashing  its  plague-in- 


By  Agnes  C.  Laut 

fected  waves  against  the  barriers  of 
Canada's  Border."  Yes,  both  gentlemen 
wrote  those  words  seriously,  and  what  is 
more,  if  we  had  been  there,  we  would  have 
bowed  the  knee  and  licked  the  backs  of 
their  hands  for  the  noble  utterances. 

To-day  the  whole  world  is  shedding  its 
blood  in  rivers  to  save  democracy.  We 
need  not  take  unction  to  ourselves  that  we 
are  different;  but  let  us  thank  God  that 
we  are  heirs  to  destiny's  unfathomable 
designs. 

OR  TAKE  the  world  of  mechanics  and 
invention  from  1800  to  1850 !  The  in- 
credible feat  had  been  accomplished  of 
constructing  steam  boats  that  crossed  the 
Atlantic  in  a  month.  I  don't  think  I  am 
wrong  when  I  say  that  a  vessel  displacing 
5,000  tons  was  considered  so  big  as  to  be 
almost  tempting  disaster.  Also  steam 
cars  were  running,  though  financiers 
considered  Commodore  Vanderbilt  a  mad- 
man to  change  from  the  ferry  business  to 
railroading.  The  first  train  from  Albany 
to  Buffalo  accomplished  the  distance  in 
twenty-four  hours;  and  the  gaping  in- 
habitants on  each  side  of  the  track  hardly 
knew  whether  to  prove  the  new  devil 
wagon  was  impossible,  or  to  stone  it  for 
endangering  the  lives  of  cattle  by  travel- 
ling at  such  immoral  speed.  Private 
motor  cars  now  traverse  this  distance  in 
a  few  hours.  A  few  daring  Darius  Greens 
had    dreamed   of    flying   machines    that 


would  have  a  race  track  up  in  the 
clouds,  or  dive  a  hundred  fathoms  under 
the  sea;  but  such  men  were  placed  in  the 
same  category  as  inventors  of  perpetual 
motion — it  hurt  your  standing  to  associ- 
ate with  such  obviously  flighty  cranks. 

Or  take  the  status  of  things  economic. 

Chicago  was  emerging  from  a  mud  hole. 
St.  Paul  was  a  cluster  of  shanties  on  a 
dirty  river  bank  below  Ft.  Snelling,  known 
under  the  approbrious  name  of  Pig's  Eye, 
from  a  one-eyed  whiskey  smuggler,  who 
made  his  quarters  in  a  log  cabin;  and 
wags  said  fi-om  the  quantity  and  quality 
of  whiskey  consumed  there,  the  name 
should  have  been  Pig's  Sty.  Winnipeg 
was  Fort  Garry  with  a  stone  wall  round 
a  cluster  of  fur  post  stores  and  dwellings. 
Sometimes  a  board  walk  ran  from  door 
step  to  door  step,  but  oftener  man  and 
beast  wallowed  knee-deep  in  a  black  mud 
that  clung  and  slipped  with  the  tenacity 
of  grease.  Calgary  was  a  spot  on  the 
map,  where  a  missionary  had  swapped  a 
bag  of  flour  to  the  Indians  for  a  camping 
site.  Up  at  Edmonton,  they  lived  behind 
high  log  stockades  from  which  rang  a 
bell  in  the  evening  warning  all  white  men 
it  was  safe  to  be  inside.  Between  Edmon- 
ton and  Winnipeg  was  only  one  place  of 
the  slightest  importance;  and  it  was  the 
great  metropolis  of  Northern  Trade.  It 
was  to  the  North  what  St.  Louis  was  to 
the  South,  the  jumping-off  place  for  ad- 
venturers into  the  wilds — the  site  of  the 


fur  fairs  and  the  dog  races  and  the  pony 
races,  the  place  where  the  Blackfoot  met 
and  traded  with  the  Cree — a  very  happy 
care-free  place  ruled  by  a  gentleman  in  a 
cocked  hat  and  a  silk-lined  cape  and  knee 
breeched,  with  the  grand  air  of  a  general. 
The  name  of  the  place  was  Fort  Pitt  and 
the  gentleman  was  the  local  governor  of 

l^-nP'^'^iP^'^y-  '  P'^'^^e  "ote  the  Capital 
itilL.      No   one   conceived   of  any  other 
company   from   Hudson   Bay  to   the   Pa- 
.    ic.     To-day  the  most  vou  can  find  of 
_  jrt  Pitt  IS  a  pile  of  charred  logs  above 
brush-grown      foundations.        Vancouver 
was  a  howling  wilderness  of  flood  waters 
and   blue   sea   and   dank   forest  growth 
Victoria  was  a  little  fort  of  a  few  thou- 
sand where  the  gentleman  who  had  for- 
merly been  a  governor  for  The  Company 
referred   to   the  people's  representatives 
as  the    lower  orders."    It  is  interesting  to 
know  that  there  were  only  twelve  members 
of  these  terrible  "lower  orders,"  and  his- 
torians declare  to  number  as  many  as 
twelve,  the  census  man  must  surely  have 
included  "the  parson's  pig." 
R  ^P^  i"  Eastern  Canada,  when  Oregon 
fV    had  been  lost  to  British  Domain  and 
the  mad  fellow,  Riel  later  did  his  best  to 
bring  about  similar  ends  in  Red  River   it 
was  seriously  discussed  whether  Rupert's 
Land  was  worth  keeping  anyway.     Had 
not   the  very  great  governor  of  a   verv 
great  company  said  the  land  was  fit  only 
for  a  buffalo  run  and  a  hunting  ground- 
and    speaking   of   buffalo    runs,    buffalo 
herds  roamed  in  such  vast  masses,  they 
literally  trampled  one  another  to  death 
when  they  crossed  well-known  fords  like 

?«n^''P^'^    P'"'^'"-       ^^''     ^as    carried 
1,800  miles  from  Lake  Superior  to  the 
Rockies  by  pony  and  canoe  in  summer,  by 
dog  train  m  winter.     I  forget  whether 
the  postman  called  once  in  six  months,  or 
once  in  three;  but  if  you  wanted  to  go  to 
town  to  do  some  shopping— the  way  you 
expressed   it  in  those  days  was   if  you 
wanted  to  come  out"— there  were  only 
three  methods  of  travel.    In  winter,  you 
came  out  by  dog  train.     The  late  Lord 
btrathcona    and    Senator    Hardisty,    his 
brother-in-law,   have   come   to    Montreal 
from  Edmonton  in  three  weeks;  and  the 
pace  was  considered  such  a  frantic  one 
that  Hardisty  slept  for  forty-eight  hours 
after  the  journey  and  Donald  Smith  went 
in  and  had  a  directors'  meeting  or  some- 
thing with  Hudson's  Bay  Company  men 
in  summer,  you  either  creaked  across  the 
plains  in  a  Red  River  cart— made  all  of 
wood    and    every    separate    bit   of   wood 
squealed  all  the  way  to  high  heaven  for 
want  of  axle  grease— or  you  camped  on  a 
flat-bottomed  York  boat  and  drifted  down 
Saskatchewan    River   to    Grand    Rapids 
People,  who  didn't  want  to  travel  with 
the  fur  brigade,  built  big  flat  rafts,  put 
tent  and  camp  stove  on  them,  attached 
two  trees  as  sweeps,  and  drifted  down  the 
great  river;  but  it  was  safer  to  travel 
with  the  fur  brigade,  for  there  were  in- 
numerable rapids  in  the  river;  and  a  stop 
at  the  regular  camping  places,  like  Fort 
Pit,  or  Cumberland  House,  was  as  gala 
an  event  as  a  week  at  the  Waldorf  or  Ritz 
in  election  times  in  New  York. 

A  LL  that  was  less  than  fifty  years  ago 
f  *■  as  the  years  slip  by.  Can  you  be- 
lieve It?  The  whole  world  shedding  its 
blood  in  rivers  to  day  to  save  democracy! 
The  whole  world,  not  Canada  alone,  fed- 
erated in  a  brotherhood  to  fight  to  the 
last  man,  for  world-democracy  and  world- 
federation  to  enforce  peace!      Railroads 


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and  telegraph  wires  criss-crossing  the 
plains  where  formerly  the  buffalo  ran 
and  the  wooden  carts  creaked!  Aero- 
planes that  outfly  the  scudding  clouds, 
running  over  seventy  five  miles  an  hour! 
Submarines  that  defy  the  seas!  Great 
freighters  that  carry  in  their  holds  the 
cargoes  of  2,000  freight  cars!  Radio 
stations  that  speak  with  an  inaudible  voice 
to  unseen  ears  thousands  of  miles  away! 
Private  motor  cars  that  travel  at  three 
times  the  speed  of  those  early  steam 
trains!  Cities  to-day  where  formerly 
camped  the  Cree  and  the  Blackfoot!  And 
Canada  to-day  not  only  a  federation  of 
provinces  bound  together  by  railroads  and 
loyalty,  but  a  part  of  a  world  federation 
to  fight  for  and  govern  the  world  for 
peace. 

We  were  bickering  with  the  United 
States  back  in  '57.  We  were  actually 
jabbering  such  nonsense  as  their  rallying 
cry  of  "54 — 40— or  fight." 

We  are  fighting  shoulder  to  shoulder 
with  the  United  States  to-day  for  "the 
democracy,"  which  our  old  governors  used 
to  call  "a  pestilence." 

'TpHEY  not  only  proved  to  us  that  we 
-*■  could  not  raise  any  thing  worth  while 
in  the  North-West;  but  they  told  us,  if 
we  did,  there  was  no  market  on  earth, 
where  we  could  sell  it.  Then,  to  convince 
ourselves  in  spite  of  our  own  despair  that 
we  really  could  do  things,  we  used  to 
call  ourselves  "the  granary  of  the  em- 
pire." I  remember  if  ever  there  was  an 
especially  bad  crop  year — or  what  was 
worse,  a  bad  price  year,  I  recollect  one 
year  when  wheat  raised  with  a  blood  and 
sweat  of  despair  commanded  only  48  cents 
a  bushel — some  flub-dub  politician  would 
arise  in  the  majesty  of  a  frock  coat,  swell 
out  his  chest  and  thump  his  chest  and  tell 
us  we  were  "the  granary  of  the  empire." 
We  applauded,  of  course,  we  had  to,  and 
though  we  lived  on  hope,  we  didn't  half 
believe  our  own  destiny.  To-day,  the 
fighting  world  looks  to  those  plains  where 
the  buffalo  use  J  to  roam  to  stave  off  world 
starvation. 

If  Rip  Van 
Winkle  came 
back,  which 
would  he  re- 
gard as  his 
delusion — the 
past  as  he 
knew  it,  the 
present  as  he 
would  see  it?  , 
The  two  seem 
incredible  in 
the  span  of 
one  life's  me- 
mories. It  has 
not  been 
change.  It  has 
been  trans- 
forma  tion. 
We  are  liv- 
ing in  a  world 
that  is  being 
re-made  i  n 
mechanical 
i  n  v  e  ntions, 
re  -  made  in 
g  o  vernment, 

re-made  in  international  relations 
re-made  in  woman's  status,  re-made 
in  the  shifting  of  financial  and 
world  power,  re-made  in  conscience 
and  ideals. 

Fifty  years    ago  a  war  of  pure 


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conquest  was  not  questioned.  To  the  victor 
belonged  the  spoils  and  to  him  we  gave  the 
homage,  whether  he  had  galvanized  his 
conscience  in  the  process  of  winning  vic- 
tory, or  given  it  an  anaesthetic  till  the 
operation  was  over.  The  nation  that  won 
a  big  victory,  we  huzzahed.  'We  huzzahed 
it  in  our  histories.  We  huzzahed  it  in  our 
prayers.  The  remission  of  freedom  to 
Cuba  marked  a  step  forward  in  the 
world's  conscience. 

To-day  it  is  not  tolerated  by  a  world 
conscience  that  any  nation  may  trample » 
and  conquer  and  destroy  a  weaker  people. 
It  is  for  that  the  people  of  the  world  are 
fighting.  There  is  a  new  world  conscience 
at  the  helm  making  for  that  world 
brotherhood,  that  world  federation  of 
which  the  poets  and  prophets  dreamed. 
If  but  this  vision  emerges  clear  cut  and 
definite  above  the  blood  stained  battle 
fields  of  Europe,  it  will  be  the  highest, 
holiest  grail  that  has  ever  led  warring 
hosts  to  deathless  glory. 

CONFEDERATION  is  to  Canadians  a 
twice-told  tale.  No  need  to  recapitu- 
late the  headline  of  the  story — how  the 
beaver,  or  the  fur  trade,  led  the  way  to 
discovery  and  exploration;  how  gold  and 
the  stampede  for  gold  brought  the  colon- 
ist tramping  over  the  hunting  fields ;  how 
the  presence  of  hosts  of  strange  colonists 
brought  the  need  for  federation  into  a 
central  government;  how  federation 
forced  the  building  of  railroads  across  a 
wilderness  to  bind  the  provinces  into  unity 
with  hoops  of  steel;  how  the  railroads 
forced  the  traffic  into  a  great  world  trade ; 
how  the  great  world  trade  has  drawn 
Canada  out  of  isolation  into  a  world 
arena ;  and  how  the  war  in  that  arena  has 
tested  the  strength  of  the  nation's  cohe- 
sion, the  purity  of  her  ideals,  the  flame 
of  her  altar  fires. 
No  one  forced 
Canada  to  go 
into  this  war. 
She  would  have 
been  perfectly 
safe  from  inva- 
sion under  the 
Monro  Doctrine. 
Contd.  on  p.  111. 

Old  Houses  ai 
Point  Levis. 

— From    an    old    print. 


Ironing  a  Continent 

Containing  an  Original  Story  by  the  Late  Sir  William  Van  Home 

of  the  Building  of  the  C.P.R. 

By  C.  H.  Mackintosh 


Editor's  Note — The  writer  of  the  ac- 
companying article,  C.  H.  Mackintosh,  was 
editor  of  the  Ottawa  Citizen  from  1874  to 
1891,  and  Mayor  of  Ottawa  during  the 
years  1879-1881-1882. 
He  sat  in  the  House  as 
senior      member      for  ~~ 

Ottawa  from  1882  to 
1887,  and  from  1890  to 
1893.  He  was  then  ap- 
pointed Lieut. -Gover- 
nor of  the  North-West 
Territories  and  re- 
mained in  that  office 
until  1898.  He,  there- 
fore, knew  well  the 
principals  in  the  launching  of  the  C.P.R. 
tells  the  story  from  personal   knowledge. 


THE  story  of  the  building^ of  the 
C.P.R.  is  closely  linked  with  the 
story  of  Confederation.  It  was  on 
the  distinct  understanding  that  the  road 
would  be  built  that  British  Columbia 
threw  in  her  lot  with  the  east,  but  for  a 
number  of  years  the  project  poised  in  the 
balance.  The  magnitude  of  the  undertak- 
ing was  such  that  it  appeared  impossible. 
Statesmen,  engineers,  men  of  capital, 
lured  into  consideration  of  the  plan  by 
the  glamor  and  sheer  magnificence  of  the 
idea,  drew  back,  shuddering  on  the  brink. 
However,  matters  finally  came  to  a 
climax,  and  the  writer  believes  that  he  had 
the  privilege  of  participating,  in  the  role 
of  journalist,  in  the  earliest  stages,  when 
the  necessary  impetus  was  given. 

The  portfolio  of  Railways  had  been  cre- 
ated in  May,  1879,  by  the  then  govern- 
ment and  was  assumed  by  Sir  Charles 
Tupper.  The  government  was  a  strong 
one,  headed  by  Sir  John  A.  IVIacdonald, 
with  a  cabinet  that  included  such  historic 
figures  as  Sir  Leonard  Tilley,  Sir  Hector 
Langevin,  Sir  Mackenzie  Bowell,  Sir 
Charles  Tupper,  Mr.  Masson  and  John 
Henry  Pope.  The  latter  hailed  from  the 
Eastern  Townships  and  had  risen  to  his 
place  in  the  Government  as  a  result 
of  remarkable  powers  and  unflagging 
hard  work.  He  was  a  staunch,  clear- 
thinking  man  and  stood  high  in  the  esteem 
of  that  astute  judge  of  men,  Sir  John  A. 
Macdonald.  He  held  the  Portfolio  of 
Agriculture,  but  when  Tupper,  shortly 
after  taking  over  the  Department  of  Rail- 
ways, went  to  England  to  make  a  gen- 
eral survey  of  the  situation  as  affecting 
future  railway  operations,  the  work  of  his 
department  devolved  on  Pope. 

That  the  latter  had  been  taking  more 
than  a  cursory  interest  in  the  railway 
situation  was  soon  apparent.  One  morn- 
ing, during  the  early  autumn  the  writer 
called  upon  Mr.  Pope  in  his  office  in  the 
Department  of  Agriculture.  He  was  im- 
mersed in  sheets  of  foolscap  containing 
columns  of  figures  and  estimates.  He 
looked  up,  exclaiming,  with  a  smile  that 
radiated  confidence  and  optimism: 

"I'm  going  to  build  the  Canadian  Pacific 
Railway.  I  am  satisfied  it  can  be  done. 
Here  are  the  figures." 

He  went  on  to  speak  in  warm  tones  of 


C.  II.  Mackintosh. 

confidence  of  the  feasibility  of  the  propo- 
sition. It  was  his  intention  to  resign  from 
the  Government,  organize  a  company, 
secure  the  necessary  charter  and  proceed 
to  the  work  of  construction.  He  was  not 
a  visionary,  dreaming  of  a  mighty  project, 
but  a  solid  practical  man,  who  had  studied 
the  proposition  and  was  prepared  to  see 
it  through.  Such  was  certainly  the  im- 
pression he  made  upon  me. 

"However,"  he  said  in  conclusion,  "I've 
got  to  see  Sir  John  about  it  first.  Drop 
in  to-morrow  and  I'll  tell  you  more  about 
it." 

The  appointment  was,  of  course,  kept 
and  Mr.  Pope  appeared  even  more  confi- 
dent than  before.  "Well,"  he  remarked 
quietly,  "I'm  not  going  out.  But,"  and  his 
smile  as  he  said  it  was  expressive  of  de- 
termination, "the  railroad's  going  to  be 
built.     Of  that  you  can  rest  assured." 

He  went  on  to  tell  of  his  interview  the 
previous  day  with  Sir  John  A.  Macdonald. 
"When  I  told  Sir  John  of  my  intention  of 
resigning  in  order  to  launch  a  company, 
he  asked  me:  'Have  you  that  much  faith 
in  the  enterprise?'  I  replied  'Yes.' 
'Then'  said  he,  'if  you  have,  I'm  with  you. 
You  and  Tupper  and  I  must  have  a  talk, 
and  see  what  can  be  done,  either  here  or 
in  England  or  in  the  two  combined.'  " 

Knowing  thus  what  was  on  foot  in 
the  Cabinet,  the  writer  was  not  sur- 
prised when,  early  in  1880,  Sir  John,  Tup- 
per and  Pope  sailed  for  the  Mother  Coun- 

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try.  What  transpired  during  this  visit  is  a 
matter  of  history,  but  it  is  certain  that  a 
very  important  part  was 
played  by  the  last-named 
of  the  trio.  They  engaged 
quarters  at  Batt's  Hotel, 
London,  and  entered  a 
brisk  campaign  to  interest 
capital.  They  found  tjje 
moneyed  circles  quite  pre- 
pared to  consider  the  pro- 
position, but  differences 
arose  early. 
Pope  had  always  favored  the  construc- 
tion of  this  road  by  a  company,  controlling 
interests  of  which  would  be  in  the  hands 
of  Canadians.  He  argued  that  the  control 
would  thus  rest  with  men  who  would  fully 
comprehend  the  situation,  who  would  com- 
mand local  sympathy  and  who  would  be 
closely  in  touch  with  the  commercial  in- 
dustries of  the  Dominion.  George 
Stephen,  of  Montreal  (afterwards  Lord 
Mount  Stephen),  had  already  signified 
willingness  to  co-operate,  and  this  lent 
weight  to  the  view  advanced  by  Pope,  for 
Stephen  had  been  interested  in  the  St. 
Paul,  Minneapolis  and  Manitoba  Railway 
and  also  in  the  Pembina  branch  from 
Emerson  to  Winnipeg.  When  it  was  an- 
nounced that  George  Stephen  and  R.  B. 
Angus,  who  had  already  been  engaged 
also  in  these  earlier  railroad  enterprises, 
had  arrived  in  England  and  were  prepared 
to  negotiate,  there  was  a  great  flutter 
in  all  quarters.  Rival  interests,  largely 
made  up  of  British  capital,  showed  more 
of  a  tendency  to  come  into  the  open. 

However,  matters  did  not  reach  a 
climax  very  rapidly.  Meetings  and  confer- 
ences were  held  and  protracted  corres- 
pondence was  conducted.  Week  followed 
week  without  anything  definite  resulting, 
until  the  patience  of  the  three  Ministers 
was  nearly  exhausted.  Finally,  however, 
a  member  of  the  British  House,  John 
Puleston  (afterwards  Sir  John  Puleston) , 
came  forward  with  proposals  that  ap- 
peared to  contain  the  promise  of  some- 
thing definite.  Puleston,  although  not 
v/ealthy  himself,  was  in  alliance  with 
many  home  and  foreign  bankers,  and  was 
confident  that  he  could  bring  together  a 
sufficiently  powerful  combination  to  defi- 
nitely launch  the  project. 

IT  happened  that  at  the  conference  with 
Puleston  only  Sir  John  Macdonald  and 
Sir  Charles  Tupper  were  present,  Mr. 
Pope  being  absent  at  the  time.  On  the 
latter's  return,  the  Premier  informed  him 
that  they  were  prepared  to  make  an 
arrangement  with  Puleston  on  terms  to 
be  arranged  later.  Pope  was  very  much 
chagrined. 

"Very  well.  Sir  John,"  he  said,  "I  guess 
you  have  no  further  use  for  me.  I'll 
pack  my  grip  and  go  back  to  Canada." 

The  Premier  and  Sir  Charles  set  about 
mollifying  their  irate  colleague.  Pope 
finally  said: 


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Prominent  figures  in  the  C.P.R.  7iegotiations — Sir  Leonard 
Tilley,  Lord  Mount  Stephen  and  Sir  John  A.  Macdonald. 


"All  right,  I'll  stay.  But  I'll 
stay  only  on  one  condition." 

"What  is  that?"  asked  Sir 
Charles  Tupper. 

"This,  that  Sir  John  send  for 
Mr.  Puleston  and  gives  him  one 
week  in  which  to  produce  the 
names  of  the  proposed  organiza- 
tion, with  their  financial  credit 
vouched  for,  or  failing  that  —  to 
quit." 

This  was  agreed  to,  and  the  ul- 
timatum duly  presented  to  Mr. 
Puleston.  Speaking  of  the  result, 
in  after  years,  Mr.  Pope  said: 
"Except  Baron  Reinach,  of  Paris, 
we  never  saw  one  of  them  again." 
It  transpired  that  Mr.  Puleston 
had  relied  upon  Sir  Michael  Hicks- 
Beach,  who  was  at  one  time  Chan- 
cellor of  the' Exchequer,  to  become 
the  frontispiece  of  a  Canadian 
Pacific  Railway  Corporation,  but 
had  been  unable  to  get  this  sup- 
port. 

IT  IS  not  necessary  to  tell  the 
whole  story  of  the  negotiations 
leading  up  to  the  building  of  the 
C.P.R.    It  has  so  often  been  told; 


The  most  recent  photograph  of  Baron 
Shaughnessy,  present  head  of  the  C.P.R. 


but  rather  to  recite  certain  inci- 
dents which  came  under  personal 
observation,  and  which,  although 
never  told  before,  had  a  very  dis- 
tinct bearing  on  the  shaping  of 
events. 

Suffice  it  to  say  then,  that  at 
the  time  the  projects  of  Puleston 
fell  down,  there  were  in  London, 
representing  Canadian  interests, 
George  Stephen  and  Duncan  Mc- 
Intyre,  of  Montreal.  The  latter 
had,  in  partnership  with  James 
Worthington,  of  Montreal,  built  a 
line  to  Renfrew,  which  would  na- 
turally become  an  important  fac- 
tor as  a  link  in  the  proposed  trans- 
continental line.  The  British  in- 
terests having  left  the  lists,  these 
gentlemen  entered  into  a  tenta- 
tive bargain  with  the  representa- 
tives of  the  Canadian  Government, 
and  preliminary  agreements  were 
signed  at  Hochelaga,  near  Mont- 
real, upon  the  return  to  Canada  of 
the  contracting  parties.  Subse- 
quently, the  contract  was  sub- 
mitted to  the  House  prepared  by 
J.  J.  C.  Abbott  (afterwards  Sir 
John     Abbott    and     Premier     of 


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Canada),  and  with  certain  amendments 
was  finally  crystallized  into  legislation. 
Almost  immediately  the  Canadian  Pa- 
cific Railway  Company  was  organized  and 
began  work.  In  1882  the  Dominion  Gov- 
ernment appealed  to  the  country  on  their 
railway  policy  and  were  sustained.  About 
this  time  Mr.  Donald  A.  Smith  (later  Lord 
Strathcona),  cast  his  lot  with  his  old 
friend  George  Stephen,  and  henceforth 
the  two  co-operated  loyally  and  with  a 
wonderful  degree  of  fortitude,  in  sus- 
taining the  enterprise  through  its  ordeal 
of  adversity.  This  important  phase  of  the 
C.P.R.  history  should  not  be  dismissed 
without  some  mention  of  others  whose 
work  and  sympathy  were  behind  the  cen- 
tral features  in  the  drama. 

THE  preliminary  contract  between 
the  Dominion  and  the  Pacific 
Railway  incorporators  was  signed  on 
the  21st  of  October,  1880,  the  incorpora- 
tors being  James  J.  Hill,  Duncan  Mcln- 
tyre,  J.  S.  Kennedy  (New  York),  R.  B. 
Angus,  Morton  Rose  &  Co.,  (New  York 
and  London) ,  J.  Kohn  and  Reinach  &  Co., 
of  Paris,  The  first  sod  of  the  railway  was 
turned  on  May  1st,  1881,  and  the  last 
spike  driven  at  Craigellachie  by  Sir  Don- 
ald Smith,  on  the  7th  of  November,  1885. 
The  first  Directors  were  George  Stephen, 
Duncan  Mclntyre,  John  G.  Kennedy, 
Richard  B.  Angus,  J.  J.  Hill,  Henry  Staf- 
ford Northcote,  Pascal  du  P.  Grenfell  and 
Baron  J.  de  Reinach;  George  Stephen 
(afterwards  Sir  George,  now  Lord  Mount 
Stephen),  being  the  President.  When 
the  first  sod  was  turned  the  total  railway 
mileage  operating  in  Canada  was  7,194. 
It  now  exceeds  34,000. 

THE  next  important  stage  in  the  his- 
tory of  the  C.P.R.,  looking  back- 
ward, was  the  coming  of  William  C. 
Van  Home.  He  appeared  at  a  time  when 
the  tremendous  nature  of  the  enterprise 
was  being  realized  in  a  tangible  and  al- 
most terrifying  way.  Difficulties  in  con- 
struction, which  had  not  been  anticipated, 
cropped  up.  The  task  of  finding  the 
money  to  keep  the  work  going  had  become 
an  almost  impossible  one.  Things  had 
reached  such  a  state  that  if  the  people  of 
Canada  or  the  influential  members  of  Sir 
John  Macdonald's  Government  had  waver- 
ed in  their  support,  or  manifested  lack 
of  confidence  and  sympathy,  disaster 
would  have  inevitably  followed. 

Fortunately  the  writer  is  in  a  position  to 
tell  how  Sir  William  Van  Home  chanced 
to  throw  in  his  fortunes  with  the  C.P.R.  A 
short  time  before  the  death  of  the  latter, 
he  wrote  to  James  J.  Hill,  asking  for  some 
information  with  reference  to  the  early 
history  of  the  first  railway  line  from  St. 
Paul  to  Winnipeg  and  about  his  acquaint- 
ance with  Sir  William  Van  Home.  Mr. 
Hill  replied  at  some  length  and  incident- 
ally told  how  the  brilliant  young  American 
railroader  was  secured.  It  happened  to 
have  been  "Jim"  Hill  himself  who  arrang- 
ed the  matter. 

To  quote  from  his  letter: 

"A  part  of  the  old  St.  Paul  &  Pacific 
Railroad  Company's  plan  was  a  branch 
that  should  give  through  service  from 
St.  Paul  to  St.  Vincent,  but'  only  some 
small  portion  of  the  line  beyond  Melrose 
had  been  constructed  when  the  pro- 
perty passed  into  the  hands  of  receivers. 
It  was  finished  through  to  St.  Vincent 
by  the  purchasers  of  the  St.  Paul  & 
Pacific,  to  connect  with  a  line  built  by 
the  Canadian  Government  from  Winni- 


The  late  Sir  William  Van  Home,  who  played 
80   big   a   part   in   the   building   of    the   Road. 


peg  to  the  American  boundary.  The 
first  train  of  what  was  organized  the 
following  year  as  the  St.  Paul,  Minne- 
apolis &  Manitoba  entered  St.  Vincent 
on  November  11,  1878. 

"I  first  knew  Mr.  Van  Home  when  he 
was  Superintendent  of  the  Southern 
Minnesota  Railroad  Company.  At 
that  time  he  was  much  interested  in 
geology.  His  active  mind  was  always 
attracted  by  different  subjects  outside 
of  the  line  of  his  immediate  pursuit, 
just  as  later  he  developed  the  taste  for 
pictures,  porcelain  and  other  forms  of 
art. 

"When  Lord  Mount  Stephen,  Lord 
Strathcona  and  others  were  associated 
with  me  in  the  re-organization  of  the 
St.  Paul  &  Pacific,  formed  a  syndicate  to 
build  the  Canadian  Pacific  Railway, 
much  of  the  active  work  in  locating  the 
line  fell  on  my  shoulders;  and  at  the 
same  time  the  rapid  extension  of  the 
St.  Paul,  Minneapolis  &  Manitoba  prac- 
tically prevented  me  from  giving  as 
much  time  to  the  Canadian  Pacific  as 
I  should  have.  In  looking  about  for  a 
General  Manager,  I  recommended  Mr. 
Van  Home,  who  was  at  that  time  Gen- 
eral Superintendent  of  the  Milwaukee 
&  St.  Paul,  with  headquarters  at 
Milwaukee. 

"In  making  this  recommendation,  I 
recall  saying  to  Lord  Mount  Stephen 
that  I  knew  of  no  man  in  the  United 
States  who  had  a  broader  imagination 


or  greater  capacity  for  executive  work. 
The  position  was  offered  to  him  and 
accepted  when  the  Canadian  Pacific  line 
was  completed  west  from  Winnipeg  to 
Broadview,  some  distance  west  of  Bran- 
don. From  that  time  on  his  work  is  a 
matter  of  public  knowledge  and  official 
record." 

FROM  the  time  that  he  came  to  this 
country  the  writer  saw  much  of  Sir 
William,  and  from  the  first  deemed  this  a 
great  privilege.  He  could  tell  from  first 
hand  knowledge  of  the  struggle  during 
the  early  years,  but. instead  shall  present 
what  is  of  inestimably  greater  import- 
ance— A  brief  history  written  by  Sir 
William  himself!  This  interesting  and 
priceless  document  was  forwarded  by  Sir 
William  one  Christmas  Day  and  sent  in 
fulfilment  of  a  promise  that  he  had  made 
a  short  time  before.  The  document  is 
still  in  my  possession,  and  is  very  highly 
prized. 

It  is  worth  telling  how  it  came  about 
that  Sir  William  promised  this  story. 
During  the  summer  and  autumn  of  1892 
the  writer  had  made  a  rather  extensive 
trip  through  the  Canadian  Northwest  and 
British  Columbia.  To  any  practical  ob- 
server, the  vast  opportunity  for  cereal 
production  in  the  former  was  apparent. 
The  widely  diversified  products,  the  mar- 
vellous timber,  mining,  fishing  and  agri- 
cultural resources  of  the  latter  province 
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ANADA'S  position  at  the  close  of 
the  fiftieth  year  of  Confederation 
is  imposing  only  in  so  far  as  pres- 
ent-day conditions  are  placed  in  contrast 
with  those  prevailing  at  the  dawn  of  the 
Confederation  era.     Progress  is  at  best  a 
relative  term,  and  to  appreciate  to  the  full 
the  extent  of  this  country's  development, 
■     one  must  visualize  the  setting  in  which 
that  development  was  commenced. 

To  all  intents  and  purposes  the  whole 
of  Western  Canada,  with  its  far-flung 
population,  its  many  fine  cities,  its  thous- 
ands of  miles  of  railway  and  its  enormous 
agricultural  production,  must  be  elimin- 
ated from  the  canvas.  It  is  true  that  by 
1867  some  ten  thousand  people  had  settled 
in  the  Red  River  Valley;  that  stragglers 
had  penetrated  even  farther  west.  It  is 
also  true  that  the  gold  rush  of  the  late 
fifties  had  poured  population  into  the 
Fraser  River  Valley  and  that  Victoria 
was  already  a  fair-sized  town.  But  these 
widely-separated  settlements,  on  the 
prairies  and  at  the  Coast,  were  almost  as 
distant  from  Eastern  Canada  in  those 
days  as  Australia  is  to-day,  and  further 
their  business  associations  were  entirely 
with  the  neighboring  sections  of  the 
United  States. 

The  picture  of  Canada  in  1867  narrows, 
therefore,  to  the  comparatively  restricted 
limits  of  the  older  settled  portions  of  the 
country, — the  narrow  fringe  of  clearing 
along  the  St.  Lawrence;  the  lake  front 
counties  of  Ontario;  the  coast  and  rivers 
settlements  of  New  Brunswick  and  the 
scattered  towns  and  fishing  villages  of 
Nova  Scotia.  The  wider  vision  of  a  great 
and  prosperous  West  had  not  yet  seized 
upon  the  minds  of  the  people  and  their 
field  of  possible  endeavor  lay  no  further 
off  than  the  thickly  wooded  concessions 
of  the  back  counties. 

THOUGH  fairly  well  populated  and 
supplied  with  the  modern  means  of 
communication,  the  older  sections  of 
Quebec  and  Ontario  were  still  in  a  com- 
paratively rude  and  undeveloped  condi- 
tion. Even  between  Montreal  and  To- 
ronto, then  as  now  the  two  foremost 
centres  of  population  in  Canada,  the  ap- 
pearance of  the  country  was  anything  but 
prepossessing.  There  remained  much  un- 
cleared land.  Many  of  the  homes  of  the 
inhabitants  were  at  best  but  miserable 
shanties.  The  people  were  poor;  the  chil- 
dren dirty  and  ragged;  the  cattle  lean. 
Towns,  which  were  quite  as  numerous  as 
they  are  to-day  and  in  several  cases 
nearly  as  large,  were  suffering  from  the 
after-effects  of  the  Grand  Trunk  boom, 
and  exhibited  numerous  unoccupied  and 
delapidated  buildings. 

From  Prescott  to  Ottawa,  then  the  cus- 
tomary route  to  the  Capital,  the  railway 
traversed  what  appeared  to  be  a  continu- 
ous pine  swamp,  wet,  dismal  and  depress- 
ing. The  Capital  itself  lay  hidden  away 
in  the  midst  of  green,  unbroken  forests, 


which  closed  in  on  the  log  houses  and 
small  villas  lying  on  the  outskirts  of 
the  embryo  city. 

To  the  rear  of  the  counties  fronting  on 
the  St.  Lawrence  and  Lake  Ontario,  set- 
tlement was  just  getting  under  way  at  the 
time  Confederation  came  into  being. 
Railways  were  being  promoted  to  tap  the 
resources  of  Peterboro',  Victoria,  Simcoe, 
Grey  and  Bruce  Counties  and  settlers 
were  arriving  from  the  Old  Country  to 
people  their  solitudes.  In  fact  this  par- 
ticular section  of  Canada  was  going 
through  an  experience  which  has  since 
been  duplicated  many  times  in  the  West. 

The  government  was  devoting  special 
attention  to  the  settlement  of  the  free 
grant  lands  in  the  Muskoka  District.  Ad- 
vertising matter  of  the  same  brand  as  that 
which  later  lured  thousands  of  immigrants 
to  the  prairies,  told  of  the  prospective 
wealth  to  be  derived  from  the  cultivation 
of  the  soil  in  this  remote  part  of  the 
province.  In  response  to  the  appeal  popu- 
lation was  penetrating  as  far  north  as 
Parry  Sound  on  the  shore  of  the  Georgian 
Bay,  while  Bracebridge  was  throng«d 
with  newcomers. 

It  was  about  this  period  too  that  the  oil 
boom  in  Enniskillen  Township  and  the 
gold  boom  at  Madoc  were  absorbing  public 
attention.  The  former  attracted  the  curi- 
ous from  all  parts  of  the  country.  To 
reach  the  oil  fields,  visitors  had  to  leave 
the  Sarnia  branch  of  the  Great  Western 
at  Wyoming  and  drive  through  the 
woods  to  Oil  Springs.  It  was  a  trip,  as 
described  by  travellers,  full  of  spectacular 
interest.  The  great  dark  forest,  traversed 
by  a  narrow  plank  road ;  the  constant  suc- 
cession of  carts  coming  and  going  with 
their  barrels  of  oil;  the  derricks,  oil  tanks 
and  engines  scattered  through  the  clear- 
ings, all  presented  a  scene  of  strange  and 
outlandish  character.  Oil  Springs  itself 
was  a  village  of  wooden  hotels,  thronged 
with  speculators  and  hangers-on,  who  by 
their  frenzied  efforts  to  secure  paying 
properties  increased  the  popular  interest 
in  the  district. 

The  Madoc  gold  finds  were  made  in 
the  year  before  Confederation  and  the 
rush  to  the  mines  in  the  spring  of  1867 
was  one  of  the  events  of  that  momentous 
year.  Prospectors  in  large  numbers 
thronged  to  the  new  gold  fields,  from 
which  so  much  was  expected,  and  many 
miners,  who  had  participated  in  the  Cali- 
fornia and  British  Columbia  rushes,  made 
their  way  to  the  new  Eldorado.  Five  lines 
of  stages  from  Belleville  to  Madoc  were 
for  a  time  insufficient  to  accommodate  the 
crowd  who  sought  access  to  the  scene  of 
the  discovery. 

These  events,  bulking  largely  in  the 
popular  imagination  at  the  time,  have  long 
since  dwindled  into  their  proper  propor- 
tions. The  oil  weUs  of  Enniskillen  have 
become  a  commonplace;  the  gold  strikes  at 
Madoc  have  sunk  into  insignificance.  Re- 
ference has  been  made  to  them  merely  to 


illustrate  how  places  which  fifty  years  ago 
were  on  the  very  fringe  of  settlement  and 
to  reach  which  tedious  journeys  had  to  be 
made  are  now  left  far  in  the  rear  by  the 
tide  of  progress.  The  gold  of  Porcupine 
has  long  since  eclipsed  the  gold  of  Madoc 
and  in  Southern  Alberta  the  oil  prospector 
has  been  finding  new  fields  for  his  investi- 
gations. 

IN  VARIOUS  other  respects  conditions 
have  changed  in  old  Ontario  and  Que- 
bec. Lumbering  was  a  far  more  import- 
ant industry  fifty  years  ago  than  it  is  to- 
day. The  Great  Western  Railway  brought 
down  from  its  Sarnia  branch  annually 
large  quantities  of  oak  timber.  This  wood 
was  rafted  at  Hamilton  and  towed  to  Que- 
bec for  export  to  the  Old  Country.  The 
Northern  Railway  carried  to  Toronto,  and 
the  Port  Hope,  Lindsay  &  Beaverton  Rail- 
way hauled  to  Port  Hope  trainload  after 
trainload  of  lumber  for  shipment  by 
schooner  across  the  lake.  Cordwood  was 
one  of  the  commonest  commodities  of  the 
day  and  trainloads  of  it  were  a  common 
sight  on  the  railroads  fifty  years  ago.  It 
was  used  not  only  for  heating  and  cooking 
but  it  formed  the  universal  fuel  for  loco- 
motives, and  from  the  back  settlements 
thousands  of  cords  were  shipped  annually 
to  the  United  States. 

The  extent  of  settlement  in  1867  was 
reflected  in  the  cities.  To-day  there  are  in 
the  Dominion  six  cities  with  populations 
in  excess  of  100,000, — Montreal,  Toronto, 
Winnipeg,  Ottawa,  Hamilton  and  Quebec, 
— while  a  seventh,  Vancouver,  falls  little 
short  of  that  figure.  In  the  year  of  Con- 
federation, however,  Montreal  was  the 
only  urban  centre  that  came  within  50,000 
of  reaching  the  100,(tOO  mark.  Toronto 
could  not  boast  50,000  inhabitants.  Win- 
nipeg was  a  mere  hamlet.  Ottawa  con- 
tained but  15,000  people.  Hamilton  just 
exceeded  20,000  by  a  narrow  margin.  As 
for  those  flourishing  Western  cities, — 
Calgary,  Edmonton,  Regina,  Saskatoon, 
Brandon,  Moose  Jaw  and  Vancouver, — 
they  were  practically  all  non-existent. 
Only  conservative  old  burgs  like  Quebec, 
Halifax  and  St.  John  had  populations  in 
any  way  commensurable  with  present 
figures. 

The  beautiful  capital  city  of  the  Do- 
minion, whose  natural  charms  have  been 
greatly  enhanced  by  the  work  of  the  Ot- 
tawa Improvement  Commission,  has  de- 
veloped during  the  fifty  years  of  Con- 
federation from  a  crude  backwoods  settle- 
ment into  one  of  the  finest  cities  in 
America.  So  unprepossessing  was  its  ap- 
pearance when  it  was  selected  by  Queen 
Victoria  to  be  the  seat  of  government,  that 
it  was  described  as  the  Cinderella  of  Can- 
adian cities.  Its  intrinsic  beauty  was 
recognized  but  that  beauty  was  so  hidden 
by  uncouth  and  dirty  surroundings  that 
the  comparison  was  by  no  means  inapt. 

Curious  visitors  who  went  to  view  the 
new  capital  during  the  early  sixties,  came 


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.;M"SK4'*i 


Lumbering  on  the  Upper  Ottawa,  a  flourish- 
ing industry  at  the  time  of  Confederation. 


away  with  mixed  impressions.  It  was  ad- 
mitted that  the  site  of  the  Parliament 
Buildings  was  a  lovely  one ;  that  the  sur- 
rounding forests  had  a  wild  impressive- 
ness  and  that  the  clear  air,  everlastingly 
resounding  with  the  noise  of  falling 
water,  was  exhilarating,  but  what  were 
these  natural  attractions  when  everyday 
living  conditions  were  so  bad?  The  streets 
were  rough,  the  houses  mean  and  squalid, 
the  hotel  accommodation  wretched,  and 
the  food  poor.  Lumber  and  sawdust  liter- 
ed  the  place  until  it  looked  like  one  vast 
timber  yard. 

A  sister  of  Lord  Monck,  who  visited 
the  town  shortly  before  the  Governor- 
General  moved  there  from  Quebec,  groan- 
ed over  the  prospects  of  life  in  such  a 
place,  describing  it  as  "t'other  end  of  no- 
where." And  it  is  known  that  civil 
service  employees,  who  had  to  forsake  the 
comparative  liveliness  of  Toronto,  Mon- 
treal or  Quebec,  for  its  early  crudities,  be- 
moaned their  fate,  while  ministers  of  the 
crown  took  the  earliest  opportunity  to 
escape  from  its  impenetrable  dullness. 


Of  course  all  this  has  changed.  Ottawa 
to-day  boasts  the  possession  of  every  mod- 
ern facility,  not  only  for  the  enjoyment 
but  for  the  improvement  of  life.  Its  beau- 
tiful streets  and  parks,  its  splendid  public 
buildings,  its  superior  hotels,— all  these 
combine  to  render  the  contrast  with  the 
miserable,  down-at-the-heel  settlement  of 
fifty  years  ago  most  striking  and 
complete. 

AND  WHAT  of  other  cities?  Mont- 
real, the  foremost  city  of  the 
Dominion  with  its  more  than  600,000  peo- 
ple, could,  in  1867,  muster  barely  one- 
sixth  of  that  number.  In  extent  it  was 
very  considerable  smaller.  Its  principal 
business  thoroughfare  of  to-day,  St.  Cath- 
erine Street,  lay  on  the  outskirts  of  the 
city.  Even  lordly  St.  James  Street,  with 
its  splendid  financial  institutions,  was 
only  just  in  course  of  construction.  Busi- 
ness centred  in  Notre  Dame  Street;  Mc- 
Gill  College  stood  out  in  the  suburbs  and 
it  was  a  mile  walk  from  the  edge  of  the 
city  to  the  mountain. 


In  several  respects,  Montreal  fifty 
years  ago  was  greatly  inferior  to  the  J 
present  city.  Its  streets  were  notoriously  "i 
filthy,  especially  along  the  docks  where 
the  mud  frequently  lay  knee-deep.  The 
lighting  even  of  the  main  thoroughfares 
was  inadequate,  gas  being  then  the  uni- 
versal illuminant.  The  drainage  was  bad, 
and  in  this  connection  one  visitor  tells  of 
having  to  leave  the  Theatre  Royal  one 
night  in  the  middle  of  an  amusing  comedy 
on  account  of  the  vile  odors  that  were 
wafted  in  through  the  windows.  Apart 
from  these  deficiencies,  however,  the  city 
seems  to  have  been  an  imposing  place  with 
its  solid-looking  buildings,  its  many  fine 
churches  and  its  active  commerce. 

Toronto's  expansion  during  the  fifty 
years  has  been  equally,  even  if  not  more, 
phenomenal.  When  it  is  recalled  that  in 
1867  Queen's  Park,  now  in  the  heart  of 
the  city,  was  on  its  extreme  northern 
edge;  Trinity  College  was  situated  a  mile 
beyond  the  western  limits  and  that  troops 
were  able  to  go  through  extensive  evolu- 
tions on  a  great  common  that  lay  be- 
tween the  city  and  Spadina  Avenue,  some 
faint  conception  of  the  physical  growth 
of  the  place  can  be  obtained.  In  popula- 
tion it  has  increased  twelve-fold,  or  rough- 
ly from  40,000  to  480,000. 

The  cities  in  the  east,  Halifax  and  St. 
John,  have  probably  exhibited  fewer 
changes  than  their  western  sisters.  Hali- 
fax, which  has  now  about  50,000  inhabi- 
tants, had  a  population  of  30,000  at  the 
time  of  Confederation.  St.  John,  which 
to-day  contains  approximately  54,000  peo- 
ple, was  then  a  place  of  35,000  inhabit- 
ants. In  Halifax  the  lives  of  the  citizens 
revolved  around  the  garrison  of  British 
regulars  which  manned  its  forts  and  cita- 
del. Some  trading,  it  is  true,  went  on 
with  the  West  Indies.  Fish  was  exported ; 
sugar  and  other  tropical  products  im- 
ported. But  the  military  and  naval  inte- 
rests of  the  place  predominated  and  trade 
and  commerce,  while  a  necessary  evil, 
were  not  allowed  to  thrust  themselves 
too  far  into  the  foreground. 

The  commercial  spirit  was  more  in  evi- 
dence in  St.  John,  a  city  which  then  as 
now  regarded  its  Nova  Scotian  contem- 
porary with  a  feeling  of  suspicion  and 
rivalry.  St.  John  had  been  a  notable 
shipbuilding  center  for  years  and,  not 
only  was  many  a  stout  vessel  built  each 
year  in  its  shipyards,  but  its  merchants 
owned  and  outfitted  numerous  deep  sea 
craft  for  service  on  the  seven  seas.  The 
docks  of  St.  John  was  a  busy  spot  in 
those  days,  for  ships  and  sailors  were 
numerous  and  there  was  a  constant  com- 
ing and  going  of  vessels  from  distant 
ports. 

IP  CITIES  were  small  fifty  years  ago, 
so  also  were  the  industries  that  flour- 
ished in  them.  Industrially  there  has 
been  a  remarkable  change  in  Canada  dur- 
in  the  past  half-century.  When  Confed- 
eration came  into  being  the  settled  sec- 
tions of  the  country  were  plentifully 
supplied  with  an  immense  number 
of  small  steel  industries.  Each  town, 
each  village,  had  its  little  group  of 
manufacturing  establishments  which  pro- 
duced the  essentials  of  life  for  the 
people  of  the  immediate  neighborhood. 
A  flour  and  grist  mill,  a  sawmill, 
a  tannery,  a  carding  and  fulling  mill, 
a  carriage  factory  and  not  infrequently 
a  brewery  or  distillery  were  the  possess- 
ion of  practically  every  center  of  popula- 
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The  census  of  1861  showed  that  in  On- 
tario alone  there  were  in  operation  501 
flour  and  grist  mills,  1,164  sawmills,  271 
tanneries,  185  carriage  factories,  and 
143  breweries  and  distilleries.  In  On- 
tario, Quebec,  New  Brunswick,  Nova 
Scotia  and  Prince  Edward  Island  combin- 
ed, there  was  8,503  industries,  of  which 
1,785  were  flour  and  grist  mills,  4,240  saw 
mills  and  710  tanneries.  By  1,867  all 
these  figures  had  probably  been  consider- 
ably increased. 

Few  of  these  primitive  local  industries 
have  survived  the  evolution  of  the  cen- 
tralized factory  system.  Here  and  there 
through  the  country  there  may  remain 
some  pathetic  examples  of  these  once  im- 
portant institutions.  But,  generally 
speaking,  the  economies  introduced  in  the 
operation  of  the  large  factories  of  to-day 
have  made  it  quite  impossible  for  the 
small  industry  to  exist. 

Even  in  the  sixties  there  were  evidences 
of  the  development  of  large-scale  manu- 
facturing. The  building  of  the  Lachine 
Canal  seems  to  have  produced  a  consider- 
able industrial  boom  in  Montreal.  The 
canal  furnished  four  million  horsepower 
of  hydraulic  energy  per  annum,  a  huge 
figure  for  those  days,  and,  as  practically 
all  manufacturing  was  done  by  water- 
power,  manufacturers  naturally  flocked 
to  this  new  source  of  energy. 

The  extent  and  importance  of  the  fac- 
tories along  the  canal  filled  visitors  with 
astonishment.  There  were  huge  iron 
works,  employing  no  fewer  than  120  men 
and  producing  12  tons  of  nail  plates  per 
day!  There  was  a  wonderful  new  flour 
mill,  which  could  grind  500  bbls.  of  flour 
in  twenty-four  hours.  There  was  a  sugar 
refinery  with  capacity  adequate  to  manu- 
facture seven-eighths  of  the  sugar  con- 
sumed in  Canada  and  there  was  a  marine 
works,  which  could  produce  several  ships 
for  river  and  lake  service  each  season. 

One  may  smile  at  the  expressions  of 
amazement  with  which  the  citizens  of  1867 
regarded  these  examples  of  industrial  en- 
terprise, the  size  and  output  of  which  have 
long  since  been  eclipsed  by  immensely 
larger  establishments,  but,  after  all,  there 
were  some  industries  in  operation  fifty 
years  ago  which  would  astonish  even  the 
wonder-sated  folk  of  the  twentieth  cen- 
tury. The  sawmills  at  Ottawa,  for  in- 
stance, were  undoubtedly  marvels.  There 
were  ten  of  them  running  night  and  day 
in  an  endeavor  to  keep  pace  with  the 
efforts  of  the  ten  thousand  lumbermen 
who  were  busy  felling  the  forests  along 
the  river.  One  of  these  mills  boasted 
eighty  saws  and  the  others  were  very 
little  smaller.  The  ten  mills  together 
turned  out  180,000,000  feet  of  lumber  a 
year,  while  16,000,000  cubic  feet  of 
square  timber  was  rafted  to  Quebec  each 
season  for  shipment  across  the  Atlantic. 
In  that  golden  age  of  the  lumber  trade,  it 
took  800  ships,  manned  by  25,000  men,  to 
carry  the  harvest  of  the  Ottawa  from 
Quebec  to  England. 

THESE  were  great  and  picturesque 
enterprises  and  so  too  was  the  wooden 
shipbuilding  industry,  which  was  in  its 
heyday  of  prosperity  when  Confederation 
came  into  being.  At  Quebec  and  at  many 
a  harbor  and  port  on  the  coasts  of  New 
Brunswick  and  Nova  Scotia,  fine,  large 
wooden  vessels  were  built  and  launched 
annually  in  considerable  numbers.  There 
were  fifteen  shipyards  at  Quebec  alone,  in 
which  from  25  to  50  ships  were  turned  out 
each  year,     tfnfortunately,  except  for  a 


The  deep  cut.     A  view  of  the  Welland  Canal  in  the  early  days. 


forced  revival  of  the  industry  at  the  pre- 
sent time,  wooden  shipbuilding  is  dead 
and  thus  an  interesting  chapter  in  Cana- 
dian industrial  history  is  closed. 

However,  all  industry  in  Canada  in  and 
about  the  year  of  Confederation  was  not 
so  spectacular,  though  to  the  people  of 
the  time  many  of  the  developments 
seemed  very  wonderful.  In  Hamilton,  for 
instance,  where  foundations  for  future 
industrial  greatness  were  even  then  being 
laid,  it  was  deemed  a  remarkable  feat 
on  the  part  of  the  local  manufacturers  to 
have  installed  $100,000  worth  of  new 
machinery  in  a  single  year.  The  produc- 
tion of  locomotives  at  Kingston  was  con- 
sidered a  work  little  short  of  marvellous. 
The  erection  in  Sherbrooke  in  1866  of  a 
woollen  factory  five  stories  high  was 
heralded  as  a  most  important  event,  while 
Victor  Cote's  new  tannery  at  St.  Hya- 
cinthe,  which  gave  employment  to  90 
hands,  was  regarded  as  a  mammoth  plant. 

But  if  industries  were  small  and  scat- 
tered, the  products  of  industry  were  by 
no  means  inferior.  At  the  great  Pans 
Exhibition  of  1867,  the  goods  of  Canadian 
manufacturers  showed  to  advantage.  Fur- 
niture made  by  Jacques  and  Hay  in  To- 
ronto was  declared  to  be  superior  to  any- 
thing on  display.    The  wall  hangings  of 


the  Stauntons  compared  favorably  with 
the  product  of  the  English  makers.  The 
Barbers,  of  Streetsville,  showed  cloths 
and  woollens  of  most  creditable  quality. 
Implements  from  the  Jones  plant  at  Gan- 
anoque  and  the  Whiting  plant  at  Oshawa 
were  highly  commended,  as  were  also  the 
cigars  exhibited  by  Davis,  of  Montreal. 

INDUSTRIALLY,  Canada  has  travelled 
far  since  those  far-away  days.  All 
the  marvellous  expansion  which  the  in- 
troduction of  electricity  has  facilitated 
has  come  since  then.  The  mammoth  tex- 
tile works  with  their  electric  drives;  the 
great  steel  plants;  the  huge  paper  mills; 
all  these  and  many  more  have  sprung  into 
being  since  1867,  and  in  no  respect  has 
the  progress  of  Canada  been  more  marked 
than  in  this  department  of  national  life. 
Hand  in  hand  with  the  growth  of  in- 
dustry has  gone  the  extension  of  trans- 
portation facilities  and  rapid  means  of 
communication.  In  1867  the  railway  sys- 
tems of  the  country,  since  expanded  to 
transcontinental  proportions,  were  limi- 
ted in  scope.  This  was  especially  true  of 
the  maritime  provinces,  where  the  stage 
coach  was  still  an  esteblished  and  very 
necessary  institution  when  the  Confedera- 
tion era  dawned.    Nova  Scotia  was  served 


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by  two  short  lines  of  road,  running  from 
Halifax  to  Truro  and  from  Halifax  to 
Windsor  respectively,  a  matter  of  some 
hundred  miles  of  track  in  all.  New 
Brunswick  likewise  had  but  two  railways, 
one  connecting  St.  John  and  Shediac  and 
the  other  St.  Andrew's  and  Woodstock. 
Prince  Edward  Island,  which  has  now  a 
system  of  275  miles,  was  without  any  rail- 
way at  all.  In  short  the  three  Maritime 
Provinces  among  them  had  only  about  300 
miles  of  road  in  operation,  whereas  to-day 
their  mileage  extends  to  3,668  miles. 

The  upper  provinces  were  somewhat 
better  served.  The  Grand  Trunk,  then 
the  longest  railway  in  the  world  under  one 
management  ran  from  Portland  in  Maine 
to  Sarnia,  in  Ontario,  and  from  Riviere 
du  Loup  on  the  lower  St.  Lawrence  to 
Richmond,  P.Q.  Its  most  formidable  rival 
was  the  Great  Western,  running  from 
Niagara  Falls  through  Hamilton  to  Wind- 
sor, with  a  branch  from  Hamilton  to  To- 
ronto. Northward  stretched  lines  from 
Prescott  and  Brockville  to  Ottawa,  from 
Port  Hope  to  Beaverton,  and  from  To- 
ronto to  Collingwood.  All  the  rest  of  the 
network  of  roads  now  traversing  both  old 
and  New  Ontario  were  non-existent. 

'T'HE  idea  of  through  traffic  was  only 
•*■  just  being  evolved  in  1867.  The  Great 
Western,  then  a  wide-gauge  road,  as 
were  most  of  the  railways  in  Canada,  had 
laid  a  third  rail  from  Windsor  to  Niagara 
Falls  and  built  a  car  ferry  for  service 
across  the  Detroit  River,  in  order  to  se- 
cure a  slice  of  the  business  between  the 
newly  developed  settlements  of  the  middle 
West  and  the  seaboard.  The  Northern 
Railway  from  Toronto  to  Collingwood 
was  paying  so  much  attention  to  the  traffic 
it  was  receiving  from  the  upper  lakes  and 
trans-shipping  at  Toronto  for  lower  lake 
ports,  that  settlers  along  the  line  com- 
plained of  the  difficulty  of  getting  their 
cordwood  shipped  to  Toronto.  In  fact 
promoters  of  the  Toronto  &  Nipissing  and 
the  Toronto,  Grey  &  Bruce  made  it  a  point 
in  soliciting  financial  aid  from  the  muni- 
cipalities that  they  would  serve  the 
settlers  better  in  this  regard. 

Communication  between  the  Maritime 
Provinces  and  the  upper  provinces  in 
those  days  was  usually  by  coasting  vessel 
from  Halifax  or  St.  John  to  Portland 
and  thence  by  Grand  Trunk  to  Montreal. 
The  extension  of  the  Halifax-Truro  road 
to  Pictou,  completed  in  the  Confederation 
year,  gave  a  new  summer  route  up  the 
St.  Lawrence  to  Quebec,  while  one  of  the 
fruits  of  the  new  political  arrangements 
between  the  provinces  was  the  establish- 
ment of  a  line  of  steamers  to  run  from 
Montreal  and  Quebec  to  Maritime  Pro- 
vince ports.  Otherwise  it  was  possible  to 
take  a  longer  stage  journey  up  the  St. 
John  valley  from  the  railway  terminus  at 
Woodstock  to  Edmundston  and  across  the 
height  of  land  to  Riviere  du  Loup,  where 
the  Grand  Trunk  terminated.  This  was 
the  route  by  which  the  British  regulars 
journeyed  to  Upper  Canada  at  the  time 
of  the  Fenian  scare. 

The  recent  completion  of  the  Victoria 
tubular  bridge  at  Montreal  was  then 
filling  the  minds  of  visitors  with  awe  and 
astonishment.  It  was  hailed  as  one  of 
the  wonders  of  the  world,  a  scientific 
achievement  without  a  peer  in  the  history 
of  construction.  Its  three  million  cubic 
feet  of  masonry,  its  eight  thousand  tons 
of  iron,  its  enormous  length,  its  great 
cost,  were  dilated  upon  in  unmeasured 
terms  of  admiration.     For  the  times  it 


was  indeed  a  remarkable  engineering 
feat,  but  since  then  many  a  far  more 
wonderful  undertaking  has  been  com- 
pleted in  Canada,  which  illustrates  still 
further  how  the  country  has  progressed. 

Canada's  canal  system  had  by  1867 
reached  considerable  proportions  and 
comparatively  speaking,  traffic  by  water 
was  of  more  importance  then  than  it  is 
to-day.  The  lakes  were  covered  with  sail- 
ing craft,  while  steamboats  were  far 
more  numerous  than  they  are  now.  Of 
course,  all  these  vessels  were  so  much 
smaller  than  the  big  freighters  of  the 
twentieth  century  that  mere  numbers 
were  insignificant.  At  the  same  time  they 
provided  a  most  picturesque  element  in 
the  picture  of  Canada  in  1867.  The  pas- 
sage of  fifty  schooners  a  day  through  the 
Welland  Canal  was  by  no  means  an  un- 
usual experience  in  the  year  of  Confeder- 
ation. 

The  canals  were  much  smaller  than 
they  are  to-day.  Those  on  the  St.  Law- 
rence, by  means  of  which  ships  passed 
up  from  Montreal  to  Lake  Ontario,  con- 
tained but  nine  feet  of  water,  while  the 
locks  were  limited  to  200  feet  in  length. 
Notwithstanding  this,  records  of  vessels 
are  not  uncommon  which  had  sailed  down 
from  the  upper  lakes  and,  passing 
through  these  canals,  had  later  crossed 
the  Atlantic. 

TRAVELLING  conditions  in  the  year 
of  Confederation  were  none  too  satis- 
factory. As  compared  with  the  luxury 
of  the  present  day,  a  journey  even  for  a 
short  distance  was  an  arduous  and  un- 
comfortable undertaking.  In  the  Mari- 
time Provinces,  if  a  traveller  preferred  an 
overland  journey  instead  of  a  trip  by 
coasting  vessel,  he  would  have  to  put  up 
with  the  inconvenience  of  a  wearisome 
ride  in  a  big,  lumbering,  springless  stage 
over  rough  roads,  his  only  solace  the  oc- 
casional pauses  for  rest  and  refreshment 
at  old-fashioned  change  houses.  In  the 
upper  provinces,  he  would  have  to  contend 
with  the  wretched  service  of  what  were 
referred  to  at  the  time  as  the  most  poorly 
conducted  railways  in  the  world. 

Two  trains  a  day  in  each  direction  were 
sufficient  to  accommodate  the  traffic  be- 
tween the  two  largest  Canadian  cities. 
One  made  the  journjey  by  day,  the  other 
by  night,  and  the  run  was  scheduled  for 
something  like  fourteen  hours.  The 
locomotives  burned  wood  and  there  were 
frequent  stops  en  route  to  re-load  the 
tenders.  Cars  were  small  and  light,  the 
track  poorly  laid  and  the  bumping  and 
jolting  terrific.  One  wretched  tourist 
who  endeavored  to  beguile  the  tedium  of 
the  journey  by^  game  of  draughts  found 
to  his  disgust  that  it  was  quite  impossible 
to  keep  the  men  on  the  board. 

The  postal  system  in  Canada  fifty  years 
ago  differed  very  little  from  the  present 
system  except  that  very  much  higher  rates 
of  postage  had  to  be  paid,  and  it  took  much 
longer  for  letters  to  reach  their  destina- 
tion. The  rate  to  points  in  Canada,  that 
is,  Ontario  and  Quebec,  was  five  cents; 
to  the  United  States  10  cents,  and  to  Eng- 
land, 12  Vz  cents.  A  special  weekly  ser- 
vice to  Halifax,  via  Portland,  having  been 
arranged,  a  business  man  in  Toronto  or 
Montreal  could  send  a  communication  to 
Nova  Scotia  for  the  sum  of  12%  cents.  As 
for  British  Columbia,  it  cost  25  cents  to 
forward  a  letter  to  the  Pacific  coast. 

Statistics  for  the  year  1863  show  that 
there  were  in  the  upper  provinces,  1,974 
post  offices  in  that  year  and  that  the  num- 


ber of  letters  carried  was  11,000,000.  New 
Brunswick  had  375  post  offices,  in  which 
833,625  letters  were  handled  and  Nova 
Scotia  493  post  offices  with  1,467,726  let- 
ters. The  year's  revenue  for  the  three  pro- 
vinces was  $853,778,  and  the  expenditure, 
$896,303.  As  an  indication  of  the  extent 
to  which  the  postal  service  has  since  ex- 
panded it  may  be  said  that  in  1915,  the  re- 
venue for  all  Canada  was  over  thirteen 
million  dollars  and  the  expenditure 
nearly  sixteen  millions. 

WHILE  the  telephone  was  unknown 
in  1867,  the  telegraph  and  the  At- 
lantic cable  were  both  in  existence,  and 
so  far  as  telegraphic  communication  was 
concerned,  Canada  was  well  served.  In- 
deed, in  Nova  Scotia  the  boast  was  made 
that  they  had  more  miles  of  telegraph  per 
inhabitant  than  in  any  other  country  in 
the  world  and,  what  is  even  better,  lower 
rates.  In  Ontario  and  Quebec,  the  Mont- 
real Telegraph  Company,  with  over  3,000 
miles  of  wire,  controlled  the  situation, 
while  in  the  Maritime  Provinces  the  lines, 
about  2,000  miles  in  extent,  were  con- 
trolled by  the  American  Telegraph  Co. 
As  there  are  to-day  over  200,000  miles 
of  wire  in  the  telegraph  systems  of  the 
country,  it  is  obvious  that  here  again  there 
has  been  vast  development. 

The  story  of  the  telephone  is  all  con- 
tained within  the  limits  of  the  Confedera- 
tion era.  There  were  no  telephones  when 
Confederation  was  born.  To-day  there 
are  between  six  and  seven  hundred  thou- 
sand instruments  in  use,  with  over  a  mil- 
lion and  a  half  miles  of  wire  connecting 
them. 

ELECTRIC  street  railways  have  been 
another  modern  development.  In  fact 
in  the  year  of  Confederation,  horse  cars 
had  only  just  come  into  use.  Toronto's 
system  had  been  opened  in  1861.  It  con- 
sisted of  six  miles  of  track  on  Queen  and 
Yonge  Streets,  with  eleven  cars  and  70 
horses,  a  total  investment  of  only 
$175,000.  Montreal  had  also  about  six 
miles  of  track  with  similarly  small  equip- 
ment. Halifax  was  a  third  city  with  a 
system  of  horse  cars  at  that  time.  The 
innovation  was  not  welcomed.  One  critic 
complained  that  "the  street  railway  is  an 
institution  for  the  benefit  of  those  who 
ride,  at  the  expense  of  those  who  drive, 
and  is  a  flagrant  violation  of  the  rights  of 
the  majority.  The  horse  railway  is  a 
permanent  obstruction ;  it  practically 
divides  a  wide  street  into  two  narrow  ones 
and  a  narrow  one  into  two  lanes.  It  is 
questionable  whether  it  will  be  found  pro- 
fitable in  Canada." 

In  the*  light  of  this  hostile  attitude,  it  is 
interesting  to  note  that  the  tiny  systems 
in  the  three  leading  cities  of  1867  have 
since  developed  into  a  vastly  important 
series  of  electric  lines,  located  in  practi- 
cally every  city  in  Canada,  operating  up- 
wards of  1,700  miles  of  track  and  carrying 
annually  six  hundred  million  passengers. 
The  capital  invested  in  them  amounts  to 
over  $150,000,000. 

TRADE  and  finance  have  shown  mar- 
vellous expansion  in  the  fifty  years  of 
Confederation.  When  it  is  considered 
that  in  1868  the  country's  total  trade  only 
amounted  to  a  little  over  $131,000,000, 
of  which  $57,500,000  represented  exports; 
that  the  export  of  manufactured  products 
in  that  year  scarcely  amounted  to  $2,000,- 
000  and  agricultural  products  exported 
Continued  on  page  91. 


Some  Canadian  Contrasts 

By  Frank  Yeigh 


A  n  old-time 
plow,  c  o  n- 
structed  for 
the  most  part 
of  wood,  used 
on  the  prairies 
in  the  early 
days. 


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v.. 


CANADA  is  young  as  the  age  of 
countries  is  commonly  measured; 
only  four  centuries  since  Cartier 
landed  on  the  Gaspe  coast;  only  three 
since  Champlain  became  Canada's  first 
governor;  only  a  century  and  a  half  since 
the  British  Conquest.  Ontario  is  scarcely 
over  the  century  mark,  while  the  West 
may  date  its  real  life  fifty  years  ago, 
practically  covering  the  Confederation 
period. 

But  young  as  the  Dominion  is  in  this 
relative  interpretation  of  time,  she  is  old 
enough  to  present  many  striking  contrasts 
that  constitute  measuring  rods  of  our  na- 
tional growth.  The  span  of  a  single 
generation  provides  many  such  suggestive 
contrasts,  and  in  no  less  degree  within 
the  briefer  period  of  a  decade. 

Especially  does  the  Canadian  West  fur- 
nish impressive  illustrations  of  progress 
in  contrasts.  In  the  little  square  facing 
the  Canadian  Pacific  Station  in  Winnipeg, 
stands  the  first  locomotive  used  to  cross 
the  continent  on  completion  of  its  main 
line  in  1885,  while,  within  a  stone's  throw, 
the  latest  mogul  is  hauling  a  sixty-car 
train  of  wheat  to  the  Head  of  Lakes  or 
the  Seaboard,  and  the  difference  repre- 
sents Western  development  in  thirty 
years.  The  old-timer  was  a  wood-burner ; 
the  new-timer,  coal  or  oil.  The  smaller 
looks  ridiculously  diminutive  beside  the 
great  giant  that  towers  high  above  one's 
head  and  that  requires  many  ladder 
steps  to  reach  the  cabin.  The  old  one  ran 
smoothly  on  a  light  fifty-six  pound  rail; 
the  other  pounds  a  hundred  pound  rib  of 
steel. 

OUT  on  the  far-flung  prairie,  with  a 
sky-line  as  far  remote  as  one's  range 
of  vision,  an  ox-team  is  plodding  its 
laborious  way  with  plow  and  share,  slow-' 
ly  turning  the  tough  virgin  sod  of  a  farm- 
to-be.  The  scene  visualizes  the  same  early 
stage  of  pioneer  settlement  as  in  the  older 
provinces  a  century  or  more  before.  But 
an  hour's  train  journey  will  bring  you  to 
homesteads  where  modern  tractors  haul 
a  plowing  machine  and  outfit,  where  soil- 
turning  is  done  by  contract  and  on  a 
wholesale  scale.  The  single  narrow  fur- 
row of  our  fathers  is  a  many-furrowed 
trail  of  a  sulky  plow  or  a  disc  machine. 
So  is  the  gulf  between  the  sickle  of  the 
reaper,  swung  with  slow  rhythm  by  mus- 
cular arms,  and  the  row  of  reapers  and 
binders  hauled  again  by  a  ponderous  and 
powerful  traction  engine.  So,  too,  the  dif- 
ference between  the  husbandman  who 
goes  forth  to  sow,  with  the  hand  sweep  of 
grain,  and  the  present-day  seed  drill, 
dropping  its  kernels  with  mathematical 
precision  in  the  warm  bed  of  mother  earth. 
In  many  a  town  of  the  Plains,  as  on 
the  outskirts  of  the  older  hinterlands,  the 
log  shack  of  the  pioneer  is  dominated  by 


an  imposing 
structure,  sky- 
scraping,  as  it 
were  a  "Tower  of 
Babel  imitator, 
just  as  the  first 
rough  sod  shelter  of  the  homesteader 
is  overshadowed  by  a  mansion-like  home 
of  more  prosperous  modern  days.  Many 
a  Western  farmer,  as  an  Eastern  one, 
maintains  intact  the  modest  home  of  his 
beginnings,  alongside  of  a  mansard  roof 
covering  of  to-day.  Both  pride  and  senti- 
ment enter  into  the  plan. 

Winnipeg  affords  another  striking  con- 
trast in  the  proximity  of  the  gate  remnant 
of  Fort  Garry,  the  wounds  of  time  cover- 
ed with  foliage,  while  hard  by  a  twelve- 
story  hotel  cries  aloud  its  modernity. 
What  ghosts  still  linger  about  the  old 
brick-and-mortar  pile;  what  historic  mem- 
ories cluster  around  the  once  and  brief 
Riel  rendezvous!  and,  in  equal  contrast, 
the  two  buildings  epitomize  the  yesterday 
and  to-day  of  our  western  prairie  portal. 
Or  take  Edmonton.  On  the  river  height 
stands  the  commanding  pile  of  Alberta's 
Parliament  Buildings,  seemingly  consci- 
ous of  their  architectural  and  legislative 
importance.  Towers  and  roof  hold  their 
head  high,  scarce  deigning  to  see  the  old 
Hudson's  Bay  Fort  that  flies  the  H.B.C. 
flag  off  in  a  corner  of  the  lot.  A  contrast? 
Surely  none  more  striking  in  all  Can- 
ada: the 
flat  little 
dormer- 
windowed 
building  , 
eloquent  of 
centuries  of 
history  i  n 
the  great 
Lone  -  land 
west  of 
Lake    Su- 


A  striking  con- 
trast :  Main 
Street,  Winni- 
peg, and  (in- 
s  e  t)  Fort 
Garry  before 
Confederation, 
taken  at  al- 
most the  iden- 
tical spot. 


perior,  and  still  the  great  lone-land  for 
many  hundreds  of  leagues.  One  cannot 
rest  the  eye  on  the  wooden  structures 
without  instinctively  recalling  a  King 
Charles,  a  company  of  "Gentlemen  Ad- 
venturers," supply  ships,  storehouses  full 
of  fur,  and  stockades  alive  betimes  with 
factors,  trappers,  co?<rters  de  6ois,  Indians, 
dog  teams.  The  romance  of  nearly  three 
centuries  centers  in  this  suggestive  wea- 
ther-stained pile.  Law-makers  in  a  sense, 
even  law-breakers  at  times,  and  law  triers 
were  these  H.B.C.  folk,  and  now  a  com- 
pany of  more  modern  makers  of  statutes 
occupy  the  marble  palace  just  across  the 
lot! 

CONTRASTS  there  are  in  abundance 
on  the  yonder  Canadian  shore  of  the 
Pacific.  Here  is  the  sweep  of  the  Skeena 
River,  where  it  widens  to  meet  the  sea.  A 
single  glance  of  the  eye  includes  an  old- 
timer  of  a  stern-wheeler  craft,  redolent 
of  primitive  days  in  British  Columbia.  Of 
shallow  draft  it  was,  and  it  must  needs 
have  been  to  negotiate  the  shallows  caused 
by  the  shifting  sands,  and  with  a  blunt 
nose  made  to  poke  its  way  into  mud  banks 
or  rustic  wharf.  Yes,  it  is  tied  up  now  for 
good  and  all,  displaced  by  a  railway.  But 
its  contrast  is  had  in  the  fine  Clyde-built 
steamer  just  sailing  past  on  its  run  from 
Vancouver  to  Prince  Rupert  and  the  Port- 
land Canal.     Oil-propelled  too,  as  is  the 


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gine    on    a    through    lV.-ur-^g.,^»»-cij^uii_uyj.jr::y^, 
line. 


The  first  engine  used 
on  a  Canadian  rail- 
road. 


locomotive  that  went  speeding  by  just 
now.  Other  marine  contrasts  there  are: 
in  the  dug-out  canoe  of  a  Siwash  or  the 
clumsy  fisher  boat  of  a  Chinaman,  sailing 
by  unassailed  in  and  among  the  smarter 
craft  belonging  to  the  Coastal  fishery 
combines. 

Along  the  British  Columbia  rivers  a 
lonely  "Chink"  is  salmon  fishing  "on  his 
own,"  while  a  noisy  brig  is  hauling 
a  fleet  of  fishing  craft  for  the  canneries 
that  line  the  banks  on  their  tide-washed 
piles. 

So  the  old  and  the  new  are  again 
brought  into  juxtaposition  when  a  Red 
River  cart,  sans  iron  rim  or  steel  springs, 
is  placed  alongside  an  up-to-date  auto- 
mobile. They  represent  the  difference  be- 
tween a  slow-moving  mule  of  Dixie  and  an 
Imperial  Limited,  or  Prince  Rupert  Ex- 
press train. 

A  contrast  as  unique  as  it  is  historic  is 
to  be  seen  at  Sault  Ste.  Marie,  where, 
within  sight  of  each  other,  two  canals 
span  a  space  of  two  centuries.  A  single 
lock  of  the  earlier  one,  built  for  a  fur- 
trading  company  in  the  long  ago,  has  been 
preserved  in  contrast  with  the  great  Can- 
adian lock  900  feet  long,  which  is  capable 
of  holding  three  large  vessels  at  one  time 
within  its  massive  gates. 

Every  Canadian  city  possesses  numer- 
ous historic  contrasts.  Toronto's  Old 
Fort,  with  its  ancient  earthworks,  still 
revealing  the  gun  embrasures;  with  its 
powder  magazines,  red  brick  military  cot- 
tages, and  over-hung  guard  houses,  is 
eloquent  of  a  certain  day  in  1813  when  a 
party  of  our  United  States  neighbors  help- 
ed themselves  to  the  Muddy  York  of  that 
day,  and  now  when  a  hundred  thousand 
people  crowd  the  Exhibition  near  by,  a 
scene  is  presented  in  absolute  contrast. 
If  the  soldier  dead  who  were  blown  into 
another  world  a  hundred  years  ago,  as  a 
powder  magazine  at  the  Old  Fort  was 
exploded,  could  come  to  life  long  enough 
to  visit  the  Exhibition  on  a  gala  day,  me- 
thinks  they  would  prefer  to  return! 

Kingston's  Martello  towers  are  in  con- 
trast with  the  Military  College  across  the 
harbor,  or  the  modern  buildings  in  the 
Limestone  city.  Montreal  can  place  its 
Chateau  de  Ramezay  over  against  a  St. 
James  Street  bank  as  another  effective 
contrast. 

Old  Quebec  is  all  contrasts:  in  Sault 
le  Cap,  and  Grand  Allee;  Lower  and 
Upper  Town,  citadel  and  armouries.  Can- 
ada has  no  other  city  where  the  seven- 


teenth  and   twentieth   centuries   live    so 
amicably  side  by  side. 

CANADA  is  truly  measured  by  con- 
trasts; the  log  school  house  and  the 
million-dollar  technical  school;  the  rustic 
chain  ferry,  swung  by  the  current,  and  a 
million  dollar  high-level  bridge  over  the 
Saskatchewan  at  Edmonton;  a  Washing- 
ton hand-press  in  a  rural  printing  office, 
and  a  sextuple  press  used  by  a  city  daily ; 
the  candles  of  our  grandmothers  and  the 
electric  light  our  children  take  for  grant- 
ed; the  message  by  the  post-chaise  in 
grandfather's  time,  and  the  wireless  of 
to-day;  the  Durham  boat  of  the  early 
settler,  laboriously  poled  up-stream  in  the 
St.  Lawrence,  and  a  five  or  six-decked 
passenger  steamer  now;  the  ancient  mill- 
stone that  once  ground  the  grain  of,  a 
backwoods  parish,  and  the  great  modern 
flour  mills  turning  out  thousands  of  bar- 
rels of  the  white  product  daily;  the  hand- 
power  of  earlier  times,  and  the  water- 
power  of  the  present. 

Have  you  visited,  in  these  wonderful 
days  of  the  present,  a  farm  where  elec- 
tricity is  harnessed  to  the  needs  of  the 
farmer — and  the  farmer's  wife  at  long 
last?     It  is  a  sight  as  suggestive  as  it  is 
heartening:    water    pumped,    grain    and 
cutting  machines  run,  washing  machines, 
churner,   sewing   machines,   too,  in 
the  house,  and  house  and  barn  are 
lighted  by  the  turning  of  a  switch. 
Obsolete  are  candles   and  lanterns 
and  dangerous  lamps,  though  they 
have  served  their  many  generations 


faithfully  and  well.  Truly  it  is  a 
long  way  from  the  candle  days,  the 
old  oaken  bucket  and  the  hand- 
power  machine,  and  again  one  is  de- 
lighted to  know  that  some  of  the 
modern  improvements  are  reaching 
and  benefiting  the  Queen  of  the 
Farm. 

If  he  who  looked  upon  Niagara 
Falls  in  pre-Confederation  days  were 
able  to  make  a  return  visit  from  the 
other  or  this  world,  he  too  would  rub 
his  eyes  in  an  effort  to  take  in  the 
changes.  Table  Rock  gone  and  the 
old  tubular  staircase  leading  there- 
under. In  its  place  one  of  the  many 
giant  power  plants,  busy  making 
light  and  industrial  force  for  towns 
a  couple  of  hundred  miles  away.  If 
he  could  see  the  maze  of  tunnels,  even 
under  the  main  river  above  the  Falls, 
his  wonder  would  be  increased  ten- 
fold. Yes,  Niagara  presents  one  of 
the  most  striking  contrasts  of  them 
all,  and  the  end  is  not  yet. 

The  houses  of  our  fathers  and  their 
fathers  were  mostly  built  of  one  of  three 
materials — wood,  brick,  stone.  But  to- 
day some  structures, — homes,  factories, 
stores, — are  made  of  cement,  some  as  fluid 
shot  on  a  wall  surface  through  a  hose  as 
if  it  were  a  fireman's  game.  In  the  olden 
days  too  a  hand-made  moveable  house  was 
unknown,  and  now  you  can  order  a  home 
in  sections  and  have  it  shipped  and  set  up 
over  night. 

NOTE  the  contrast  in  mining  methods, 
especially  gold  mining.  One  may 
still  see  the  original  plan  in  use  in  mining 
by  hand.  Along  the  upper  reaches  of 
the  Fraser  River  the  eye  catches  sight 
of  a  lonely  figure  bending  over  the  water's 
edge  and  shaking  a  pailful  of  the  wet 
gravel  deposits  in  an  old  tin  basin,  for 
the  yellow  particles  that  may  represent 
a  good  day's  pay.  "The  narrowing  lust 
Continued  on  page  92. 


The  old 
7netho'd — 
and  the  new 


i 


The  Master  Smuggler 

The  Disclosure  of  a  Conspiracy 
Against  the  Government 

By  J.  D.  Ronald 


Editor's  Note. — This  story  is  absolutely  true  in  every  detail,  except  in  the 
matter  of  names,  which,  for  obvious  reason,  are  fictitious.  The  men  who  figured 
in  the  smuggling  conspiracy  are  probably  still  following  railway  construction 
lines  in  some  part  of  the  continent.  In  the  annals  of  the  Customs  Service  are 
stories  that  equal  anything  in  the  m,ore  spectacular  police  branches,  and  "The 
Master  Smuggler"  is  a  taste  of  what  might  be  told  if  the  records  were  given  to 
■  the  public.    More  articles  on  Customs  operations  will  appear  in  coming  issues. 


A  NUMBER  of  years  ago  a  band  of 
smugglers,  operating  from  a  single 
point  in  the  United  States  and 
directed  by  one  man,  worked  a  scheme  to 
defraud  the  Canadian  customs,  a  scheme 
so  thorough  and  clever  that  the  man  who 
conceived  and  carried  it  through  well  de- 
serves the  title  of  the  Master  Smuggler. 
The  story  of  this  huge  swindle  has  never 
been  told  nor  did  a  single  word  find  its 
way  into  print  when  the  Canadian  cus- 
toms officers  had  finally  succeeded  in 
bringing  the  band  to  time.  The  secrecy 
in  which  the  case  has  been  shrouded  lends 
double  interest  to  the  telling  now. 

The  centre  figure  in  the  narrative  is, 
of  course,  the  Master  Smuggler  himself. 
Let  us  call  him  Oleson,  although  that  is 
not  his  real  name.  At  the  time  the  story 
opens  Oleson  was  living  in  Minneapolis, 
a  prominent  society  man  of  that  city,  a 
member  of  the  most  exclusive  clubs  and 
a  good  fellow  generally.  He  was  a  bit  of 
a  high-flier,  a  bon  vivant  in  fact,  but  a 
student  as  well.  At  that  time  he  was 
about  fifty  years  of  age,  and  still  in  the 
prime  of  physical  condition  —  standing 
slightly  over  six  feet  and  as  well-knit  and 
athletic-looking  as  any  man  at  that  age 
that  one  would  want  to  see.  That  he  had 
been  a  hard  worker  and  a  hard  liver,  that 
he  had  seen  life  in  many  strange  phases 
and  places,  was  apparent  to  any  judge 
of  physiognomy.  There  was  a  grimness 
to  the  lines  of  his  face  and  a  suggestion 
of  the  hawk  in  his  eyes.  He  was,  never- 
theless, mild-mannered  and  as  charming 
a  fellow,  when  he  set  about  to  please,  as 
one  would  care  to  meet. 

About  thirty  years  before  he  had  landed 
in  America,  a  brisk,  untutored  lad  of 
twenty  years.  He  went  to  St.  Paul,  as 
most  Scandinavians  do,  and  took  a  job 
with  a  construction  gang.  But  Oleson  had 
no  intention  of  making  his  living  by  the 
sweat  of  his  brow  nor  of  measuring  his 
savings  by  the  calouses  on  his  hands.  He 
soon  made  up  his  mind  that  there  was 
more  money  in  exploiting  the  worker  than 
in  working  himself.  So  he  became  a  pack 
pedlar. 

THE  construction  of  new  railway  lines 
through  virgin  country  offers  employ- 
ment for  the  most  part  to  foreigners. 
They  get  good  wages  and,  having  no 
other  opportunity  to  spend  their  money 
they  are  easy  prey  for  the  heterogeneous 
class  of  camp  followers  and  parasites  of 
all  kinds  who  soon  collect.  Gamblers, 
whiskey  smugglers  and  pack  peddlers  vie 
for  the  wages  of  the  ignorant  Galician 


and  the  credulous  Scandinavian.  The 
railway  navvy  is  particularly  easy  for 
the  vendor  of  flashy  jewelry  and  it  is 
not  hard  to  induce  him  to  give  orders  on 
the  paymaster  in  advance  of  his  earnings 
in  payment  for  rings,  scarf  pins  and 
watches.  In  this  lucrative  business  Oleson 
did  remarkably  well.  The  profits  that  he 
could  make  by  himself  did  not  satisfy  him 
for  long,  however.  He  started  in  to  or- 
ganize the  business  of  railway  pack  ped- 
dling. When  the  time  came  for  him  to 
turn  his  attention  to  Canada,  Oleson  had 
in  his  employ  a  large  number  of  carefully 
selected  men  and  with  characteristic 
thoroughness  was  exploiting  railway  con- 
struction camps  in  Idaho.  He  was  re- 
puted to  be  worth  a  quarter  of  a  million; 
and  probably  was. 

T  T  WAS  the  building  of  the  Grand 
-I  Trunk  Pacific  that  drew  Oleson's  at- 
tention to  Canada.  In  the  construction 
of  the  Transcontinental  Railway  from  east 
to  west  there  were  employed  by  the  dif- 
ferent contractors  at  seasonable  times, 
upwards  of  fifty  thousand  men.  At  the 
same  time  there  was  under  construction 
in  British  Columbia,  in  the  Eraser  River 
Valley,  branches  of  the  Canadian  North- 
ern, and  Canadian  Pacific  Railways.  The 
payrolls  representing  the  earnings  of  the 
men  employed  on  the  construction  of  these 
various  lines  ran  close  to  one  hundred 
and  fifty  thousand  dollars  per  day.  The 
open  season  of  construction  averaged 
seven  months  in  the  year.  This  repre- 
sented payment  in  money  for  labor,  ap- 
proximately thirty-five  million  dollars. 
To  exploit  and  carefully  follow  the  differ- 
ent camps  with  an  organized  gang  of  pack 
pedlars  meant  the  realization  of  immense 
profits  by  the  individual  carrying  to  suc- 
cess such  a  scheme. 

The  construction  of  the  Transcontinental 
began  on  a  big  scale  in  1903,  and  some 
time  early  that  year,  Oleson  called  in  his 
henchmen  and  planned  a  big  campaign. 
They  met  in  Minneapolis  and  one  can 
imagine  them  squatting  around  the  big 
mahogany  desk  in  Oleson's  office,  with  a 
map  of  Canada  spread  out  before  them. 
There  were  ten  head  men,  or  group  lead- 
ers, in  all,  that  he  summoned.  There  was 
Billy  Oleson,  his  brother  and  right  hand 
man,  "Sleepy  Ike"  Carlstrom,  "Red" 
Cantler  and  "Black  Jack"  Anderson,  all 
of  whom  played  parts  of  some  prominence 
in  subsequent  developments.  They  were 
all  countrymen  of  his  own  and  strong 
men.  They  were  weather  beaten,  hard- 
ened to  rough  life;  men  of  the  greyhound 


type,  fleet-footed  and  tenacious,  used  to 
traveling  for  long  distances  on  snowshoes 
with  dog  teams.  They  all  had  unbounded 
faith  in  Oleson  and  would,  so  it  was  said, 
go  through  hell-fire  if  he  said  it  was  neces- 
sary. 

Together  they  went  over  the  map  and 
laid  out  the  line  of  the  Transcontinental  in 
ten  sections,  allotting  one  district  to  each 
group  leader.  The  best  methods  of  reach- 
ing central  points  for  supplies  and  distri- 
bution were  settled.  These  ten  trusties 
of  Oleson's  in  turn  organized  their  vari- 
ous territories  with  distributing  agents 
and  in  ten  months  from  the  time  the  bill 
authorizing  the  construction  of  the  road 
passed  the  Canadian  Parliament,  Oleson 
and  his  men  were  ready  to  move  on  the 
construction  camps. 

This  complete  organization,  consisting 
of  some  four  hundred  men  operated  in 
the  most  unostentatious  way;  they  created 
no  disturbance,  but  sold  their  wares, 
principally  watches,  chains  and  jewelry, 
in  the  various  camps  at  noontime,  and  in 
the  evening  around  the  camp  fires,  tak- 
ing in  exchange  orders  on  the  paymaster 
which  were  cashed  monthly  at  the  various 
depots.  This  was  good  business;  there 
was  no  risk. 

TO  OLESON'S  credit  it  must  be  said 
that  he  handled  high-class  goods, 
the  very  best  grade  of  watches,  for  in- 
stance, gold  filled  and  solid  gold  cases, 
running  in  value  all  the  way  from  fifteen 
to  one  hundred  dollars.  He  did  not  at  any 
time  sell  cheap  trash  under  the  guise  of 
jewelry,  although  his  prices  allowed  a  big 
margin  of  profit;  generally  as  high  as 
150  per  cent.  Some  pedlars  swindled 
the  navvies  right  and  left.  Oleson  never 
did.  The  customer  paid  a  steep  price  but 
he  got  a  genuine  article. 

Oleson's  men  were  very  successful. 
They  were  all  jolly  good  fellows  and  made 
friends.  The  profits  that  the  organization 
made  were  enormous. 

BUT  OLESON  was  not  satisfied.  The 
Canadian  customs  duties  were  a 
heavy  drain.  The  duty  on  watches  was 
twenty-five  per  cent,  of  their  market 
value,  and  on  the  other  commodities  that 
his  men  handled  thirty  per  cent,  of  their 
market  value  in  the  United  States.  In 
addition  there  was  the  expense  and  delay 
involved  in  shipping  the  goods  to  central 
points  in  Canada,  entering  them  at  cus- 


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toms  and  redistributing  them  to 
his  head  agents. 

Oleson  looked  this  matter 
over,  spent  a  day  or  two  hard 
thinking  and  decided  in  the  end 
that  the  immense  sum  which  he 
had  to  pay  in  duty  on  the  goods 
required  was  worth  taking  a 
chance  upon.  In  other  words, 
Oleson  decided  to  smuggle.  If 
caught  he  could  pay  up ;  if  he  got 
through  free  he  would  so  much 
ahead.  A  born  gambler,  he  took 
a  gambler's  chance. 

Accordingly  he  called  his  head 
men  together  again,  and  told 
them  what  he  proposed  to  do. 
They  all  agreed,  and  the  die  was 
cast. 

In  this  way  one  of  the  most 
extensive  smuggling  operations 
ever  carried  on  between  Canada 
and  the  United  States  was  de- 
veloped. 


A  DEFINITE  plan  of  cam- 
■^*-  paign  was  worked  out  be- 
tween them.  The  leaders  were 
to  personally  undertake  the 
smuggling  operations.  One  man 
was  to  work  via  Seattle  and 
Vancouver,  another  via  the  Soo 
line  to  Calgary,  a  third  via  Em- 
merson  to  Winnipeg.  A  fourth 
was  to  work  in  by  Fort  Francis 
to  the  region  north  of  Port  Arthur  and 
Fort  William,  and  another  via  Sault  Ste. 
Marie,  distributing  from  Cochrane  east 
and  west.  A  sixth  was  to  take  the  St. 
Lawrence  River  near  Montreal,  working  in 
Northern  Quebec.  Others  worked  through 
the  State  of  Maine  into  Quebec  and  New 
Brunswick,  covering  the  construction 
work  in  New  Brunswick  and  Eastern 
Quebec. 

The  astute  Oleson  laid  his  plans  well. 
The  Pacific  coast  operations  were  en- 
trusted to  his  brother  Billy  Oleson.  Billy 
was  a  smooth  fellow  with  an  exceedingly 
cool  nerve.  He  was  likeable  enough  and 
generally  reliable.  But  he  had  one  weak- 
ness.    He  was  a  hard  drinker. 

For  a  time  Billy  Oleson  used  pack  mules 
through  the  trails  of  the  Rockies,  slipping 
in  with  his  loads  by  routes  that  left  him 
free  from  all  molestation.  This,  however, 
was  laborious  and  slow  and  after  a  time 
he  merely  took  the  boat  from  Seattle  to 
Vancouver,  carrying  two  suit  cases.  One 
was  always  filled  with  clothing  without 
anything  of  a  suspicious  nature  whatever. 
All  the  jewelry  would  be  concealed  in  the 
second  suit  case.  He  managed  to  get 
through  on  sheer  nerve.  Walking  up  to 
the  Customs  officer  at  the  boat  landing  he 
would  cheerfully  proffer  the  first  suitcase 
for  examination.  "Is  that  all  you  want?" 
he  would  ask  in  an  off-hand  way.  The 
ruse  always  succeeded.  Thus  he  carried 
in  thousands  of  dollars  worth  right  under 
the  noses  of  the  officials. 

The  men  entrusted  with  carrying  goods 
into  Saskatchewan  and  Manitoba  took 
train  at  Minneapolis  and  slept  across  the 
border  in  the  Pullman  car  berth  with 
thousands  of  dollars  worth  of  jewelery 
under  their  pillows.  It  is  a  standing  rule 
that  the  customs  officials  at  the  frontier 
do  not  arouse  sleeping  passengers,  but 
merely  examine  the  grips  left  under  the 
berth.  By  adopting  this  plan  the  smug- 
glers took  a  big  risk;  but  they  somehow 
always  managed  to  "get  away  with  it." 

The  man  on  the  Fort  Francis  route 
smuggled  by  toboggan  and  dog  sled,  cross- 


ing the  line  at  points  where  there 
f  was  no  one  to  molest  him.  At 
Sault  Ste.  Marie  the  head  smug- 
gler rowed  himself  across  the 
river  under  cover  of  darkness, 
expressing  his  goods  on  to  Coch- 
rane for  distribution. 

In  Eastern  Canada  the  head 
men  operated  in  Quebec  and  New 
Brunswick,  driving  over  under 
cover  of  night  during  the  sum- 
mer months  and  by  dog  sled 
when  the  snow  was  on  the 
ground.  They  then  caught  the 
C.P.R.  and  Intercolonial  at  vari- 
ous points. 

These  men  were  equipped  with 
chamois  skin  vests  containing 
one  hundred  pockets,  which  they 
invariably  wore  next  their  bodies 
when  crossing  the  line.  These 
vests  were  always  filled  with 
watches  before  they  started  out, 
so  that  each  man  was  sure  of 
getting  one  hundred  watches 
safely  past  the  customs,  whether 
their  packs  were  taken  or  not. 
The  work  was  so  well  done,  how- 
ever, that  not  on  any  occasion 
was  one  of  them  molested. 


O^ 


LESON  directed  all  the  work 
himself.  He  was  the  brains 
of  the  organization.  He  did  all 
the  buying  and  directed  the 
operations  from  his  office  in  Minneapolis. 
The  plan  that  he  had  devised  was  to 
have  his  smuggling  emissaries  deposit 
the  goods  that  they  carried  into  Canada 
with  banks  and  trust  companies  at  con- 
veniently accessible  points.  The  goods 
remained  there  until  they  were  distri- 
buted to  the  peddlers  starting  out  for 
the  construction  camps.  Oleson  had  ar- 
ranged with  banks  and  trust  companies 
at  various  points  from  Moncton,  New 
Brunswick,  to  Vancouver.  He  said  him- 
self afterwards,  that  at  various  times 
he  had  stored  in  his  deposit  vaults  in 
various  parts  of  Canada  an  aggregate  of 
over  one  hundred  thousand  dollars  worth 
of  goods,  all  smuggled. 

In  addition  to  directing  the  intricate 
organization  that  he  had  thus  built  up, 
Oleson  made  many  trips  to  Canada  him- 
self and  he  always  carried  a  load  of 
goods.  None  of  his  lieutenants  worked 
with  the  same  daring  and  assurance  as  the 
Master  Smuggler  himself.  He,  of  course, 
had  a  vest  of  many  pockets  which  were 
always  filled  in  addition  to  the  jewelry 
that  he  carried  over  in  his  luggage.  His 
colossal  nerve  carried  him  through  some 
very  tight  occasions.  Once  he  crossed  the 
line  in  broad  daylight,  sitting  in  a  Pull- 
man coach  with  ten  thousand  dollars 
worth  of  goods  under  the  seat.  When 
,  the  customs  officer  came  through,  Oleson 
handed  his  grip  over  with  a  cheerful 
"Good  Morning."  Pullman  seats  have  a 
cavity  underneath  and  the  use  that  he 
made  of  this  space  on  this  occasion  proved 
so  successful  that  he  passed  the  word  on 
to  his  trusty  cohorts. 

On  occasion,  Oleson  carried  into  Canada 
as  much  as  twenty  to  thirty  thousand 
dollars  worth  of  goods  on  a  single  trip. 
His  sang  froid  was  equal  to  any  emer- 
gency. 

AND  NOW  starts  the  second  phase  of 
the  campaign  of  fraud.  Oleson  had 
built  up  elaborate  machinery  to  provide 
underground  routes  for  getting  the  goods 
into  Canada.    The  plan  had  met  with  won- 


derful success.  It  seemed  sheer  waste  of 
opportunity,  to  a  man  of  Oleson's  type,  to 
use  the  machinery  the  one  way  only.  His 
agents  were  coming  back  into  the  United 
States  empty  handed.  Why  not  use  the 
same  method  to  smuggle  goods  back  into 
the  United  States  from  Canada? 

Oleson  tackled  this  new  problem  with 
his  usual  thoroughness  and  ingenuity. 
He  decided  that  the  most  profitable  field 
would  be  in  handling  diamonds  which 
enter  Canada  duty  free  but  are  highly 
dutiable  in  the  United  States.  Another 
possible  line  would  be  Swiss  watch  move- 
ments, which  pay  a  duty  of  10  per  cent, 
entering  Canada  and  35  per  cent,  enter- 
ing the  United  States. 

His  first  step  was  to  make  arrange- 
ments with  a  chain  of  stores  in  the 
United  States  to  handle  the  goods.  Then 
he  went  to  England  and  arranged  with  a 
diamond  house  to  ship  diamonds  to  him 
to  Canada.  Each  of  his  lieutenants  in 
the  meantime  had  established  Canadian 
headquarters,  so  that  Oleson  had  all  these 
addresses  dotting  Canada  from  coast  to 
coast  to  which  the  goods  could  be  shipped. 
He  then  proceeded  to  Switzerland  and 
negotiated  a  contract  for  watch  move- 
ments. 

Diamonds  and  watch  movements  were 
accordingly  shipped  out  to  Canada  in  large 
quantities.  They  were  entered  at  customs 
in  Canada  through  brokers  and  tlien  sent 
on  to  the  addresses  of  the  various  lieuten- 
ants. The  smugglers  from  that  time  on, 
instead  of  returning  to  Minneapolis  empty 
handed,  used  their  many-pocketed  vests  to 
bring  back  valuable  loads  of  watch  move- 
ments and  precious  stones. 

THE  business  thrived  for  over  six 
years.  So  well  organized  was  the 
whole  business  that  not  a  question  was 
asked  by  anyone.  The  agent,  who  worked 
on  percentage,  waxed  prosperous.  Oleson 
himself,  who  pocketed  the  profits,  grew 
immensely  wealthy. 

The  plan  might  have  worked  indefi- 
nitely had  not  Oleson  made  one  mistake. 
For  the  business  in  which  he  had  engaged, 
he  had  not  a  single  flaw;  he  was  cool 
headed,  a  born  leader,  and  as  silent  as  the 
Sphinx.  He  kept  his  men  well  in  hand 
and  did  not  allow  his  suddenly  acquired 
riches  to  swell  his  head.  The  mistake  he 
made  was  outside  the  bounds  of  actual 
operations. 

Oleson  was  a  ladies'  man.  His  rather 
handsome  face  and  striking  physique  had 
made  him  very  popular  with  the  fairer 
sex.  His  career  had  been  punctuated  with 
a  long  list  of  "affairs." 

One  of  his  lieutenants,  a  married  man 
with  a  family,  by  the  way,  was  madly 
infatuated  with  a  pretty  girl  in  Minne- 
apolis. The  girl,  who  afterwards  proved 
to  be  an  adventuress  of  the  most  dan- 
gerous type,  was  not  only  beautiful  but 
extremely  clever  and  thoroughly  unscru- 
pulous. She  used  her  relations  with  the 
infatuated  lieutenant  as  a  means  of  at- 
tracting the  attention  of  the  wealthy 
Oleson. 

The  Master  Smuggler  became  very 
much  enamored.  An  ardent  love  maker, 
it  was  his  custom  to  brush  aside  all  rivals 
without  counting  the  cost.  Without  stop- 
ping to  figure  what  the  effect  might  be 
within  his  organization,  Oleson  stole  the 
girl  from  his  underling.  He  did  it  quite 
openly,  probably  believing  that  the  loyalty 
his  men  had  always  shown  him  would 
survive  even  so  severe  a  test. 

The  discarded  lover  made  no   protest, 


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but  was  so  bitterly  aggrieved  that  he 
decided  then  and  there  to  sell  out  the 
Master  Smuggler  and  his  whole  works. 
There  is  a  resident  agent  of  the  Canadian 
Customs  service  in  St.  Paul.  One  night 
this  agent  was  awakened  by  a  late  ring 
at  his  door  bell.  Going  down  he  found  his 
visitor  to  be  a  man  giving  his  name  as 
Johnson.  (This  is  not  the  real  name,  but 
it  is  as  good  as  any  other  for  purposes  of 
narrative.) 

"I  can  give  you  information  worth 
thousands  of  dollars  to  the  Canadian 
Customs,"  said  the  man. 

The  inspector  hastily  invited  him  in  and 
questioned  him  further.  Johnson  told 
the  whole  story.  His  desire  for  revenge 
on  his  chief  was  so  great  that  he  did  not 
even  seek  to  profit  in  a  monetary  way 
from  the  information  he  gave.  All  he 
wanted  was  the  satisfaction  of  "getting 
back"  at  Oleson.  As  he  had  been  close  to 
the  Master  Smuggler  in  all  the  operations, 
he  was  able  to  give  practically  complete 
details  of  the  smuggling  machinery  that 
Oleson  had  built  up. 

The  customs  officer  got  all  the  informa- 
tion that  he  could  and  promptly  wired  to 
Ottawa,  advising  that  a  special  officer  be 
detailed  to  handle  the  case. 

TWO  days  later  Special  Officer  Duncan 
of  the  staff  of  the  Chief  Inspector 
of  Customs  for  Canada,  called  quietly  at 
the  office  of  the  Canadian  agent. 

"My  name  is  Duncan,  of  Ottawa,"  he 
said.  "Come  down  and  have  dinner  with 
me  at  the  Raddison  in  Minneapolis,  and 
we'll  talk  things  over."  The  inspector 
took  his  cue  and  got  in  touch  with  Johnson 
at  once. 

After  dinner  the  two  officers  retired  to 
Duncan's  room,  and  In  half  an  hour 
Johnson  knocked  at  the  door  and  was  ad- 
mitted. He  told  his  story  again,  giving 
further  details  than  he  had  been  able 
to  place  at  the  disposal  of  the  Customs 
Service  before.  He  brought  the  further 
information  that  Oleson  was  leaving  the 
city  that  night  for  Edmonton,  Alta.,  and 
was  taking  five  thousand  dollars  worth 
of  goods  with  him,  on  which,  needless  to 
state,  he  had  no  intention  of  paying  duty. 

The  three  men  discussed  the  situation 
from  every  angle,  and  Duncan  announced 
that  he  was  convinced  that  it  would  not  do 
to  act  at  that  juncture  but  to  wait  until 
it  was  possible  "To  sew  Oleson  up  tight." 
He  wanted  to  get  the  Master  Smuggler 
into  a  position  where  it  would  be  possible 
to  make  him  settle  for  everything  that 
had  been  done  during  the  six  years  that 
operations  had  been  under  way.  He  ad- 
vised Johnson  to  say  nothing  and  to  wait 
and,  above  everything  else,  to  retain  the 
good-will  and  confidence  of  his  chief. 
After  the  interview,  which  lasted  three 
hours,  it  was  mutually  agreed  that  this 
was  the  best  course  and  Johnson  hurried 


away  to  meet  Oleson   before  the  latter 
left  on  his  trip  north. 

THIS  was  early  in  August,  and  the  only 
immediate  result  of  the  "Leak"  was 
the  prompt  capture  of  Oleson  in  Edmon- 
ton. Duncan  had  wired  to  the  Customs 
authorities  in  Edmonton  advising  them 
of  the  likelihood  that  Oleson  would  arrive 
with  smuggled  goods.  Acting  on  the  de- 
scription that  Duncan  sent,  the  officials 
there  met  Oleson  on  his  arrival,  subjected 
him  to  a  search  and  found  the  jewelry. 
Johnson's  estimate  proved  correct,  and 
they  found  that  he  had  five  thousand 
dollars  worth  concealed  in  his  luggage 
and  on  his  person.  As  he  could  not  pro- 
duce clearance  papers  he  was  forced  to 
pay  the  full  duty  amounting  to  over 
twelve  hundred  dollars. 

This  was  the  first  time  that  such  a  mis- 
carriage of  plans  had  occurred  and  Oleson 
returned  to  Minneapolis  much  chagrined 
and  not  a  little  suspicious.  However, 
nothing  occurred  to  confirm  his  suspicions 
and  he  accordingly  allowed  the  full  ma- 
chinery to  work  along  as  usual. 

In  the  meantime  Duncan  had  been  busy. 
The  day  after  Oleson's  departure  for 
Edmonton  he  took  the  train  East  and  com- 
menced an  extensive  investigation  to  con- 
firm the  information  which  Johnson  had 
given.  He  found  that  the  latter,  in  his 
desire  for  revenge,  had  told  not  only  the 
truth  but  the  whole  truth.  By  following 
up  the  information  that  Johnson  had 
given,  Duncan  was  able  to  locate  every 
bank  and  trust  company  from  one  end  of 
Canada  to  the  other  where  the  goods  were 
held  in  store  and  also  to  secure  complete 
knowledge  as  to  the  personality  and  the 
movements  of  each  of  Oleson's  agents.  In 
the  meantime,  he  kept  Oleson  under  watch 
and  was  advised  by  wire  every  day  of  the 
movements  of  the  Master  Smuggler. 

IT  TOOK  two  months  to  complete  the 
investigation.  Duncan  then  advised 
all  the  banks  and  trust  companies  that 
the  goods  which  Oleson  and  agents  had 
been  storing  in  their  deposit  vaults  were 
smuggled.  He  advised  the  managers  con- 
fidentially, that  when  they  received  in- 
structions from  him  by  wire,  they  were 
to  hold  the  goods  then  in  their  possession 
as  under  seizure  by  the  Customs  of 
Canada.  In  the  meantime  Oleson  had 
been  lost  track  of.  It  transpired  that 
he  had  gone  to  Idaho  to  look  up  his  bibu- 
ous  brother  who  had  not  been  heard  from 
for  several  weeks  and  who  presumably 
was  on  an  extended  spree.  He  found  Billy 
finally  and  brought  him  back  to  Minne- 
apolis, where  he  gave  him  the  rest  cure 
for  three  weeks.  At  the  end  of  that  time 
Billy  emerged  in  good  shape  again  and 
was  ready  for  action.    Oleson  gave  him  a 


supply,  chiefly  of  watches,  valued  at  eight 
thousand  dollars,  and  started  him  oflF  for 
Vancouver  via  Seattle.  This  informa- 
tion was  promptly  wired  to  Duncan,  the 
name  of  the  boat  on  which  Oleson 
would  sail  being  given.  Duncan  promptly 
wired  to  a  special  officer  in  Vancouver. 

"Place  under  arrest  William  Oleson, 
stocky  build,  florid  complexion,  fair  hair 
and  drooping  moustache,  carrying  two  suit 
cases,  one  of  which  contains  jewelry  valu- 
ed at  eight  thousand  dollars.  Invoice  will 
be  found  on  his  person.  Search  Oleson 
to  the  skin." 

Unfortunately  the  special  officer, 
Christie  by  name,  was  absent  when  this 
wire  arrived  and  Oleson  slipped  through 
the  skein  of  the  law  safely.  Christie  ar- 
rived back  next  day,  however,  and  took  up 
the  case  with  great  vigor.  He  first  went 
to  the  officers  of  the  trust  company  in 
Vancouver  where  the  goods  had  always 
been  stored  and  found  that  Oleson  had 
been  there  the  day  before.  The  smuggler 
had  left  instructions  there  that  any  mail 
was  to  be  forwarded  to  him  to  a  small 
branch  on  the  Canadian  Northern  where 
construction  work  was  under  way.  Chris- 
tie promptly  jumped  on  a  train  and  reach- 
ed the  town  early  the  next  morning.  He 
located  Billy  Oleson  without  any  difficulty 
and  placed  him  under  arrest.  Oleson  had 
his  suitcase  with  him  at  the  time  and 
the  full  supply  of  jewelry  was  found. 
Christie  wired  Duncan:  "Have  Oleson  and 
the  goods.  Will  hold  until  advised."  On 
receipt  of  this  wire  Duncan  decided  that 
the  time  had  come  to  act.  His  first  step 
was  to  wire  each  of  the  banks  and  trust 
companies,  holding  Oleson's  goods,  not  to 
deliver  any  further  goods  to  Oleson's 
agents  and  to  advise  the  value  of  goods 
on  hand.  Inside  of  twenty-four  hours  he 
had  received  advices  by  wire  which  show- 
ed that  he  had  a  total  of  between  fifty  and 
seventy-five  thousand  dollars  worth  of 
goods  under  seizure.  In  addition  he  had 
Billy  Oleson  under  arrest  in  Vancouver, 
caught  red  handed  on  a  charge  which 
would  give  him  five  years  in  the  peniten- 
tiary unless  all  duties  and  fines  imposed 
on  account  of  the  frauds  perpetrated 
against  the  customs  revenue  laws  of  Can- 
ada, were  promptly  settled. 

To  Duncan  this  looked  like  a  winning 
hand  for  a  settlement  so  he  took  the  first 
train  for  Minneapolis. 

BEFORE  he  arrived  in  Minneapolis 
Duncan  knew  that  word  of  his  coup 
had  reached  Oleson.  The  head  of  the 
smuggling  trust  was,  according  to  his  ad- 
vice, in  a  dangerous  mood.  However,  on 
reaching  the  city,  Duncan  went  straight 
to  Oleson's  office.  This  was  about  nine 
o'clock  in  the  morning  and  Oleson  was  not 
down  yet. 

"Call  Mr.  Oleson  up,"  said  Duncan  to 
the  office  clerk,  "and  tell  him  that  a  Cana- 
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The  Captain  of  the  Susan  Drew 

A  Story  of  the  Sea  in  Two  Parts 

By  Jack  London 

Author  of  "Jerry,"  "Burning  Daylight,"  "The  Little  Lady  of  the  Great  House,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards 


A  SUNSET  of 
gilt  and  blue 
and  rose  pal- 
pitated on  the  hori- 
zon. A  tapestry  of 
misty  rain,  draping 
downward  from  in- 
definite clouds,  ob- 
scured the  eastern 
line  of  sea  and  sky. 
Midway  between, 
slightly  nearer  to  the 

rain,  a  painted  rainbow  reached  almost  to 
the  zenith.  So  lofty  was  its  arch  that  the 
ends  seemed  to  curve  inward  to  the  ocean 
in  a  vain  attempt  to  complete  the  per- 
fect circle.  In  this  triumphal  arch,  to- 
ward the  blue  twilight  beyond,  sailed  an 
open  boat. 

Nor  did  ever  more  strangely  freighted 
boat  float  on  the  Pacific.  In  the  stern- 
sheets,  in  the  weather  side,  a  stupid-look- 
ing Norwegian  sailor,  in  uniform  of  a 
quartermaster,  steered  with  one  hand, 
while  with  the  other  he  held  the  sheet 
of  the  spritsail.  From  a  holster,  belted 
about  his  waist,  peeped  the  butt  of  a 
business-like  revolver.  His  cap  lay  on  his 
knees,  removed  for  the  sake  of  coolness, 
and  his  short  flaxen  hair  was  prodigiously 
rigid  over  a  bruise  of  recent  origin. 

Beside  the  sailor  sat  two  women.  The 
nearer  one  was  comfortably  stout  and 
matronly,  with  large,  dark  eyes  —  full, 
direct,  human.  Her  shoulders  were  pro- 
tected against  sunburn  by  a  man's  light 
overcoat.  Because  of  the  heat,  this  was 
open  and  unbuttoned,  revealing  the  decol- 
lete and  rich  materials  of  a  dinner  dress. 
Jewels  glinted  in  the  hair,  at  the  neck  and 
on  the  fingers.  Beside  her  was  a  young 
woman  of  two  or  three  and  twenty,  like- 
wise decollete,  sun-shielded  by  a  strip  of 
stained  oilskin.  Her  eyes,  as  well  as  the 
straight  fine  nose  and  the  line  of  the  red 
curve  of  the  not  too  passionate  lips,  ad- 
vertised the  closest  relationship  with  the 
first  woman.  In  the  opposite  stern-sheet 
and  on  the  first  cross-seat,  lolled  three 
men  in  black  trousers  and  dinner  jackets. 
Their  heads  were  protected  by  small 
squares  of  stained  oilskin  similar  to  that 
which  lay  across  the  young  woman's 
shoulders.  One,  a  youngster  of  eighteen, 
wore  an  expression  of  deepest  yearning; 
the  second,  half  as  old  again,  talked  with 
the  daughter;  the  third,  middle-aged  and 
complacent,  devoted  himself  to  the 
mother. 

Amidships,  on  the  bottom  alongside  the 
centreboard  case,  sat  two  dark-eyed  wo- 
men, as  evidently  maids  as  their  nation- 
ality was,  respectively,  the  one  Spanish 
and  the  other  Italian.  On  the  other  side 
of  the  centreboard,  very  straight-backed 
and  erect,  was  an  unmistakable  English 
valet,  with  gaze  always  set  on  the  middle- 
aged  gentleman  to  anticipate  any  want  or 
order.  For'ard  of  the  centreboard  and 
just  aft  the  cast-step,  crouched  two  hard- 
featured  Chinese,  both  with  broken  heads 


Editors  Note. — This  is  one  of  the  last  stories  that  Jack  London 
wrote.  His  recent  death  ivas  a  sore  blow,  for  London  had  become  a 
great  force  in  contemporary  literature.  As  a  writer  of  sea  stories  he  was 
at  his  best  and  in  "The  Captain  of  the  <Su*an  Drew,"  he  tells  a  typical 
London  story  with  all  his  characteristic  vigor,  frankness  and  truth.  It 
is  an  unusual  story,  despite  the  fact  that  it  deals  with  castaways,  one  of 
the  oldest  themes  of  fiction-writers.  Only — this  tim.e  they  do  not  land  on 
a  lonely  island  and  there  is  a   denouement   that  is  new  and  startling. 


Jack   London,   whose   early 

death  was  a  distinct  loss  to 

literature. 

swathed  in  bloody  sweat-cloths,  both  clad 
in  dungaree  garments,  grimed  and  black- 
ened with  oil  and  coaldust. 

WHEN  it  is  considered  that  hundreds 
of  weary  sea-leagues  intervened  be- 
tween the  open  boat  and  the  nearest  land, 
the  inappropriateness  of  costume  of  half 
of  its  occupants  may  be  appreciated. 

"Well,  brother  Willie,  what  would  you 
rather  have  or  go  swimming?"  teased  the 
young  woman. 

"A  cigarette,  if  Harrison  weren't  such 
a  pincher,"  the  youth  answered  bitterly. 

"I've  only  four  left,"  Harrison  said. 
"You've  smoked  the  whole  case.  I've  had 
only  two." 

Temple  Harrison  was  a  joker.  He 
winked  privily  at  Patty  Gifford,  drew  a 
curved  silver  case  from  his  hip  pocket, 
and  carefully  counted  the  four  cigarettes. 
Willie  Gifford  watched  with  so  ferocious 
an  infatuation  that  his  sister  cried  out: 

"B-r-r !  Stop  it!  You  make  me  shiver. 
You  look  positively  cannibalistic." 

"That's  all  right  for  you,"  was  the 
brother's  retort.  "You  don't  know  what 
tobacco  means,  or  you'd  look  cannibalistic 
yourself.  You  will,  anyway,"  he  con- 
cluded ominously,  "after  a  couple  of  days 
more.  *1  noticed  you  weren't  a  bit  shy  of 
taking  a  bigger  cup  of  water  than  the 
rest  when  Harrison  passed  it  around. 
I  wasn't  asleep." 

Patty  flushed  guiltily 

"It  was  only  a  sip,"  she  pleaded. 

Harrison  took  out  one  cigarette,  handed 
it  over,  and  snapped  the  case  shut. 


"Blackmailer!"  he 
hissed. 

But  Willie  Gifford 
was  oblivous. 
Already,  with  trem- 
bling fingers,  he  had 
lighted  a  match  and 
was  drawing  the 
'first  inhalation  deep 
into  his  lungs.  On 
his  face  was  a  vacu- 
ous ecstacy. 

"Everything  will  come  out  alright," 
Mrs.  Gifford  was  saying  to  Sedley  Brown, 
who  sat  opposite  her  in  the  sternsheets. 

"Certainly,  after  the  miracle  of  last 
night,  being  saved  by  some  passing  ship  is 
the  merest  bagatelle!"  he  agreed.  "It 
was  a  miracle.  I  can  not  understand  now 
how  our  party  remained  intact  and  got 
away  in  the  one  boat.  And  if  it  hadn't 
been  for  the  purser,  Peyton  wouldn't  have 
been   saved,   nor  your  maids." 

"Nor  would  we,  if  it  hadn't  been  for 
dear,  brave  Captain  Ashley,"  Mrs.  Gif- 
ford took  up.  "It  was  he,  and  the  first 
officer." 

"They  were  heroes,"  Sedley  Browm 
praised  warmly.  "But  still,  there  could 
have  have  been  so  few  saved,  I  don't 
see.    ..." 

"I  don't  see  why  you  don't  see,  with  you 
and  mother  the  heaviest  stockholders  in 
the  line,"  Willie  Gifford  dashed  in.  "Why 
shouldn't  they  have  made  a  special  effort? 
It  was  up  to  them." 

Temple  Harrison  smiled  to  himself.  Be- 
tween them,  Mrs.  Gifford  and  Sedley 
Brown  owned  the  majority  of  the  stock 
of  the  Asiatic  Mail  . —  the  flourishing 
steamship  line  that  old  Silas  Gifford  had 
built  for  the  purpose  of  feeding  his  rail- 
road with  through  freight  from  China  and 
Japan.  Mrs.  Gifford  had  married  his  son, 
Seth,  and  the  stock  at  the  same  time. 

"I  am  sure,  Willie,  we  were  given  no 
unfair  consideration,"  Mrs.  Gifford  re- 
proved. "Of  course,  shipwrecks  are  at- 
tended by  confusion  and  disorder,  and 
strong  measures  are  necessary  to  stay  a 
panic.      We  were  fortunate,  that  is  all." 

"I  wasn't  asleep,"  Willie  replied.  "And 
all  I've  got  to  say  is,  it's  up  to  you  to  make 
the  board  of  directors  promote  Captain 
Ashley  to  be  Commodore;  that  is,  if  he 
ain't  dead  and  gone,  which  I  guess  he  is." 

"As  I  was  saying,"  Mrs.  Gifford  ad- 
dressed Sedley  Brown,  "the  worst  is  past. 
It  is  scarcely  a  matter  of  hardship  ere 
we  shall  be  rescued.  The  weather  is  de- 
lightful, and  the  nights  are  not  the  slight- 
est bit  chilly.  Depend  upon  it,  Willie, 
Captain   Ashley   shall   not  be  forgotten, 

nor  the  first  officer,  and  purser,  nor ■" 

here  she  turned  with  a  smile  to  the  quar- 
termaster— "nor  shall  Gronwold  go  un- 
rewarded." 

"A  penny  for  your  thoughts,"  Patty 
challenged  Harrison  several  minutes 
later. 

He  started  and  looked  at  her,  shook  off 


his  absentmindedness  with  a  laugh,  and 
declined  the  offer. 

FOR  HE  had  been  revisioning  the  hor- 
rors of  less  than  twenty-four  hours 
before.     It  had  happened  at  dinner.     The 
crash  of  collision  had  come  just  as  coffee 
was  being  served.     Yes,  there  had  been 
confusion   and    disorder,    if   so   could    be 
termed  the  madness  of  a  thousand  souls 
in  the  face  of  imminent  death.     He  saw 
again  the  silk-gowned  Chinese  table  ste- 
wards join  in  the  jam  at  the  foot  of  the 
stairway,  where  blows  were  being  struck 
and  women  and  children  trampled.     He 
remembered,   as  his   own   party   led   by 
Captain  Ashley  worked  its  devious  way 
up  from  deck  to  deck,  seeing  the  white 
officers,   engineers,    and   quartermasters 
buckling  on  their  revolvers  as  they  ran 
to  their  positions.     Nor  would  he  ever 
forget  the  eruption  from  the  bowels  of 
the   great   ship   of 
the     hundreds     of 
Chinese  stokers  and 
timers,  nor  the  half 
a  thousand  terrified 
steerage       passen- 
g  e  r  s   —   Chinese, 
Japanese      and 
Koreans,  coolies 
and  land-creatures 
of   all,   stark   mad 
and  frantic  in  de- 
sire to  live. 

Not  all  the 
deaths  would  b  e 
due  to  drowning,  he 
thought  grimly,  as 
he  recollected  the 
crack  of  revolvers 
and  the  sharp  bark- 
ing of  automatic 
pistols,  the  thuds 
of  clubs  and  boat- 
stretchers  on  heads, 
and  the  grunts  of 
men  going  down 
under  the  silent 
thrusts  of  sheath- 
knives. 

Mrs.      G  i  ff  o  r  d 
might  believe  what 
she  wished   to   be- 
lieve;  but  he,   for 
one,     was     deeply 
grateful     to     his 
lucky  star  that  had 
made  him  a  mem- 
ber    of    the     only 
party    of    passen- 
gers that  had  been 
shown  any  consid- 
eration. Considera- 
tion !   He  could  still 
see   the    protesting 
English  duke  flung 
neck  and  crop  from 
the  boat  deck  to  the 
raging       steerage, 
fighting  up  the  lad- 
ders.     And    there 
was    number    four 
boat,    launched   by 
in  exper  ienced 
hands,    spilling   its 
passengers  into  the 
sea     and     hanging 
perpendicularly   in 
the   davits.      The 
white   sailors   who 
belonged  to  it  and 
should  have  launch- 
ed it,  had  been  im- 
pressed by  Captain 
Ashley.  Then,  there 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 

was  the  American  Consul-General  to 
Siam— that  was  just  before  the  electric 
lights  went  out— with  wife,  nurses,  and 
children,  shouting  his  official  importance 
in  Captain  Ashley's  face  and  being  direct- 
ed to  number  four  boat  hanging  on  end. 
Yes,  Captain  Ashley  surely  deserved 
the  commodoreship  of  the  Asiatic  Mail-- 
if  he  lived.  But  that  he  survived,  Temple 
Harrison  could  not  believe.  He  remem- 
bered the  outburst  of  battle— an  adver- 
tisement that  the  boat  deck  had  been  car- 
ried—that came  just  as  their  boat  was 
lowering  away.  Of  its  crew,  only  Gron- 
wold,  with  a  broken  head,  was  in  it.  The 
rest  did  not  slide  down  the  falls,  as  was 
intended.  Doubtlessly  they  had  gone 
down  before  the  rush  of  the  Asiatics;  and 
so  had  Captain  Ashley,  though  first  he 
had  cut  the  falls  and  shouted  down  to 
them  to  shove  clear  for  their  lives. 

And    they   had,    with    a    will,    shoved 


There  had  been  confiision  and  disorder  following  the  sudden  crash. 


43 


clear.  Harrison  recalled  how  he  had 
pressed  the  end  of  an  oar  against  the 
steel  side  of  the  Mingalia  and  afterward 
rowed  insanely  to  the  accompaniment  of 
leaping  bodies  falling  into  the  sea  astern. 
And  v/hen  well  clear  he  remembered  how 
Gronwold  had  suddenly  stood  up  and 
laid  about  with  the  heavy  tiller  overside, 
until  Patty  made  him  desist.  Mutely 
taking  the  rains  of  blows  on  their  heads 
and  clinging  steadfastly  to  the  gunwale, 
were  the  two  Chinese  stokers  who  now 
crouched  for'ard  by  the  mast.  No,  Willie 
Gifford  had  not  been  asleep.  He,  too, 
had  pressed  an  oar-blade  against  the 
Mingalia's  side  and  rowed  blisters  into  his 
soft  hands.    But  Mrs.  Gifford  was  right. 

II. 

DAYBREAK  found  the  boat  rolling  on 
a  silken  sea.  Half  the  night  had 
been  dead  calm.  The  big  spritsail  had 
democratically  cov- 
ered coolies,  ser- 
vants, and  masters. 
It  was  now  thrown 
aside,  and  Harri- 
son began  doling 
out  half-cups  o  f 
water.  Willie  smok- 
ing another  of  the 
precious  cigarettes, 
looked  studiously 
away  when  a  sip 
more  than  the 
others  received  was 
poured  for  his 
sister. 

A  screeched  "  San- 
to    Cristo!"     from 
Mercedes       Marti- 
nex,  Patty's  maid, 
startled  them.  Har- 
rison nearly  spilled 
the   water   he   was 
passing   to    Sedley 
Brown.      The   two 
Chinese  had  set  up 
an  excited  chatter. 
Peyton    was    turn- 
ing his  head  stiffly 
to     see     what     all 
quickly     saw;     a 
large,        yacht-like 
schooner,    with    an 
enormous  spread  of 
canvas,      becalmed 
half  a  mile  away. 
The    Chinese   were 
the  first  to  get  oars 
over  the  side.   Pey- 
ton   delayed,    until 
ordered  by   Sedley 
Brown. 

"Now,  Willie, 
row — we're  saved!" 
Patty  cried. 

"Nothing  to  stop 
me  from  getting 
my  drink  of  water 
first,"  replied  that 
i  m  p  e  r  turbable 
youth,  addressing 
himself  to  the  for- 
gotten  water- 
beaker  and  drink- 
ing cupful  after 
cupful. 


AS  THE  boat 
drew  near  the 
schooner,  they  saw 
several  faces  peer- 
ing at  them  over 
the  rail  in  the 
waist  of  the  ship. 


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On  the  poop  a  large,  heavy-shouldered 
man  smoked  a  blackened  pipe  and  sur- 
veyed them  stolidly. 

Sedley  Brown  did  not  know  the  eti- 
quette of  being  rescued  at  sea  from  an  open 
boat;  but  he  felt  that  this,  somehow, 
was  not  the  way.  It  was  embarrassing. 
He  resolved  to  make  an  effort. 

"Good  morning,"  he  said  politely. 

"Good  morning,"  growled  the  big  man 
in  a  vast,  husky  voice  that  seemed  to  pro- 
ceed from  a  scorched  throat,  and  that 
caused  Mercedes  and  Matilada  to  cross 
themselves.     "What  luck?" 

"Finest  in  the  world,"  Sedley  Brown  re- 
plied.    "We're  saved." 

"Aw,  hell!"  was  the  surprising  com- 
ment.    "I  thought  you  was  out  fishing." 

This  was  too  much  for  Sedley  Brown, 
who  retired  from  the  negotiations. 

"We're  the  sole  survivors  of  the  Min- 
galia,  sunk  in  collision  night  before  last," 
Willie  cried  out. 

"I  suppose  I'll  have  to  let  you  come 
aboard,"  came  the  coffee-grinder  voice. 
"Harkins! — throw  'em  a  line  there!" 

"You  don't  seem  a  bit  glad  to  see  us," 
Mrs.  Gilford  said  airily,  as  she  stepped  on 
deck  from  the  rail. 

"I  ain't,  madam,  not  a  damn  bit,"  was 
the  reply  of  the  strange  skipper. 

III. 

MRS.  GIFFORD  came  up  the  compan- 
ion ladder  from  the  stifling  cabin, 
looked  vainly  about  for  a  deck  chair,  and 
collapsed  against  the  low  side  of  the  cabin 
house.  Her  handsome  black  eyes  were 
flashing. 

"It's  atrocious!"  she  cried.  "It  is  not 
to  be  endured.  He  is  an  insulting  brute. 
Anything — the  open  boat — is  better  than 
this  horrible  creature.  And  it  isn't  as  if 
he  didn't  know  better.  He  does  it  deliber- 
ately. It  is  his  way  of  showing  we  are  not 
welcome." 

"What  has  he  done  now?"  Patty  Gifford 
asked,  from  where  she  stood  with  Harri- 
son in  the  shade  of  the  mainsail. 

There  was  no  awning,  and  the  pitch 
oozed  from  the  sizzling  deck.  From  be- 
low came  the  mild  protesting  accents  of 
Sedley  Brown,  and  squeals  and  Ave 
Maria's  from  the  maids. 

"Done!"  Mrs.  Giflford  exclaimed.  "He 
has  insisted  on  putting  Mr.  Brown  and 
me  into  the  same  stateroom.  They're 
awful  little  cubby-holes;  no  ventilation, 
no  conveniences " 

She  ceased  abruptly  as  Captain  Decker 
emerged  from  the  companionway  and  ap- 
proached her.  Patty  shuddered  and  drew 
closer  to  Harrison;  for  the  skipper's 
brown  eyes  were  a-smoulder. 

"You  must  excuse  me,  Madam,"  he 
rumbled  at  Mrs.  Gifford.  "How  was  I 
to  know?  I  thought  you  and  the  gentle- 
man below  was  married.  But  it's  all 
right."  His  face  beamed  with  a  labored 
benevolence.  "I  tell  you,  it's  all  right.  I 
can  splice  the  two  of  you  legal  any  time, 
such  bein'  a  captain's  authority  on  the 
high   seas." 

"Go  away,  go  away,"  Mrs.  Gifford 
moaned. 

Captain  Decker  fixed  his  terrible  eyes 
yearningly  on  Patty  and  Harrison. 

"I've  pulled  teeth,"  the  skipper  began, 
voluminously  husky,  "and  I've  buried 
corpses,  and,  once  I  sawed  off  a  man's  leg; 
but  damn  me  if  I've  spliced  a  couple  yet! 
Now,  how  about  the  two  of  you?" 

Patty  and  Harrison  shrank  instantly 
apart. 


"It  might  make  things  more  convenient 
down  below,"  the  other  was  urging  when 
Sedley  Brown  arrived  on  deck. 

Him  the  captain  immediately  addressed. 

"Hey,  you;  don't  you  want  to  get  mar- 
ried?   I  can  do  it." 

Sedley  Brown  looked  involuntarily  at 
Mrs.  Gifford  and  gasped  in  astonishment. 

"No;  bless  me,  no;  of  course  not;  cer- 
tainly not!"  he  declined  with  embarrassed 
haste. 

CAPTAIN  DECKER'S  disappointment 
was  manifest  in  his  coffee-grinder 
throat. 

"All  right,  my  bully.  May  be  you  ain't 
seen  the  cook  yet.  I  won't  say  he's  clean, 
but  I  will  say  he's  a  Chinaman.  You'll 
bunk  with  him."  He  turned  upon  Harri- 
son. "You  still  got  a  chance.  Say  the 
word  and  I'll  tie  you  up  to  the  girl 
tighter  an'  all  hell." 

"And  if  I  don't?"  Harrison  demanded. 

"Why  you'll  bunk  with " 

At  that  moment  the  cabin  boy,  a  grin- 
ning, turbaned,  moustached  Lascar, 
passed  aft  along  the  poop. 

"With  the  cabin  boy — that's  him,"  the 
skipper  completed  tho  sentence. 

"Then  I'll  bunk  with  the  cabin  bo>,' 
Harrison  decided. 

"Suit  yourself,"  Captain  Decker  strode 
to  the  companionway  and  shouted  down. 
"Where's  that  mate?  .  .  .  Asleep,  hey? 
Rout  him  out.  Tell  him  I  want  him.  .  . 
Jump!  you  black  devil,  you!  Jump!"  He 
turned  about  to  the  survivors  of  the 
Mingalia.  "Now,  here's  the  sleepin'  ar- 
rangements. Down  below  there's  six 
rooms;  two  starboard,  two  port,  two  after 
under  the  deck.  You  two  women'll  bunk 
in  number  one  port ;  the  two  dago  girls  in 
number  two  port;  the  cook  and  his  nibs 
here  in  port  after-room " 

"I  shall  not  sleep  there,"  Sedley  Brown 
announced.  "I  shall  sleep  on  the  cabin 
floor." 

"You'll  sleep  where  I  tell  you  to!"  Cap- 
tain Decker  roared.  "Who  asked  you 
aboard  the  Susan  Drew?  I  didn't.  You'll 
sleep  with  the  Chink,  or  I'll  know  the 
reason  why,  or  my  name  ain't  Bill  Decker. 
That  servant  of  yourn'll  sleep  on  the  cabin 
floor."  He  now  addressed  Harrison. 
"You   will   bunk   with   the   cabin   boy   in 

the   starboard   after-room Where's 

that  mate?" 

A  MOST' forbidding  individual  came  up 
through  the  companion.  He  was  as 
large  as  the  skipper  and  as  heavily  built. 
Swarthy  skinned  and  high-cheeked,  his 
features  were  distinctly  Mongoloid,  de- 
spite cut  lips,  lacerated  ears,  a  blackened 
eye,  and  a  monstrously  swollen  nose.  He 
was  perplexed,  stupid,  and  in  very  evi- 
dent fear  of  the  captain. 

"Ladies  and  gentlemen,  this  is  the  mate 
of  the  Susan  Drew.  He  was  a  beauty  once 
upon  a  time.  He  was  some  man  before 
he  run  foul  of  me,  which  was  only  yester- 
day. Look  at  'm  now.  Flat-Nose  Russ  is 
his  name.  An'  take  it  from  me  that  nose 
was  flat  before  I  landed  on  it.  Flat-Nose, 
you  got  to  take  a  bunk  mate.  Where's 
that  young  whelp?" 

Captain  Decker  turned  and  glared  at 
Willie  Gifford  sauntering  aft  from  the 
break  of  the  poop,  a  brown-paper  cigar- 
ette carelessly  stuck  to  his  lower  lip. 

"Here,  you!" 

Willie  stopped  short. 

"Take  that  cigarette  out  of  your  mouth 
when  I  talk  to  you!"  the  skipper  bellowed. 

Willie  hesitated,  the  skipper  sprang  to- 


ward him,  and  Mrs.  Gifford  screamed. 
The  cigarette  came  out  with  dispatch,  and 
Captain  Decker  turned  on  Mrs.  Gifford. 

"Madam,  is  there  any  reason  why  you 
and  his  nibs  oughtn't  to  be  married?" 

Mrs.  Gifford  disdained  reply. 

"Is  there  any  reason  you  ought?" 

She  looked  appealingly  to  Patty,  who 
came  to  her  side.  The  captain  returned  to 
Willie. 

"That's  right,  youngster.  Learn  to 
take  orders.  You  see  that  handsome  man 
by  the  companionway?  That's  Flat-Nose. 
And  that's  what  I  do  to  them  I  don't  love. 
Throw  that  cigarette  over  the  side — that's 
right — and  smoke  no  more  of  'em.  Take 
a  pipe  if  you  want  to  smoke  like  a  man. 
Now,  you  and  Flat-Nose  are  going  to  bunk 
together.  Flat-Nose,  you're  responsible 
for  'm.  If  he  cuts  up  any  didoes,  spank 
him." 

Captain  Decker  strode  the  length  of  the 
poop  and  back,  studied  the  cloud-driftage 
crossing  the  sky  from  the  north-west,  de- 
bated a  moment,  then  remarked  to  the 
company  in  general: 

"It's  mighty  hot  on  this  deck.  Now,  if 
by  chance  anybody  might  want  to  get  mar- 
ried, I  guess  I  could  manage  to  rig  up 
some  sort  of  an  awning." 


IV. 

r)  ELOW,  they  sat  in  anxious  council. 
■'-'  A  week  had  passed,  in  which  every- 
body had  been  bullied  and  variously  in- 
sulted, while  Willie  had  been  rope's-ended 
twice  for  smoking  cigarettes  and  then 
turned  to  at  holystoning  the  poop  and 
scrubbing  the  paint-work.  Mrs.  Gifford 
and  Patty  sat  at  the  cabin  table,  their 
shoulders  and  arms  at  last  covered  by  ex- 
temporized shirts  of  cotton  drill.  The 
Susan  Drew  was  in  violent  motion.  The 
surge  and  gurgle  of  the  water  could  be 
heard  through  her  thin  sides,  and  by  her 
long  lifts  and  lunges  it  was  apparent  that 
she  was  winged  out  and  running  before  a 
stiff  breeze. 

"He  is  going  to  Hawaii,"  Sedley  Brown 
was  reporting  to  Mrs.  Gifford.  "I  charged 
him  with  it  to  his  face — told  him  it  must 
be  so,  judging  by  the  course  he  was 
steering." 

"And  it  is  only  six  days  by  our  steamers 
from  Honolulu  to  San  Francisco,"  Patty 
cried  joyously. 

"But  he  refuses  to  land  us,"  Sedley 
Brown  went  on.  "He  gives  us  no  reason. 
He  merely  reiterates  that  we'll  neither  see 
hair  or  hide  of  the  island  any  more  than 
he  will.  I  can't  make  out  his  vessel. 
There  is  something  wrong  about  her.  But 
what?" 

"Begging  your  pardon,  sir,"  the  valet 
spoke  up,  "but  I  know  what.  This  ship  is 
a  smuggler,  sir." 

"Nonsense,  Peyton,"  Mrs.  Gifford  re- 
proved sharply.  "That's  just  your  imag- 
ination. The  age  of  smuggling  is  past, 
except  among  passengers  from  Europe- 
landing  in  New  York." 

"What  could  he  smuggle?"  Patty  asked. 

"Opium,  Miss,  begging  your  pardon," 
the  valet  replied. 

"By  George,  that's  right!"  Harrison 
smote  his  leg,  loudly.  "The  new  tariff 
law's  been  in  effect  over  a  year  now. 
Opium  is  way  up.  I  remember  reading 
about  it  six  months  ago  in  the  San  Fran- 
cisco papers." 

"But  what  will  we  do  if  he  is  a  smuggler 

Continued  on  page  87. 


Left:  A  "close  up,"  Billy  Sunday's  latest      Right: 
Billy  Sunday,  Mrs.  Sunday  and  their  three   boys. 

What  I  Think  of  Canada 


By  Billy  Sunday 


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Editor's  Note.- — About  the  tune  that  the  famous  evangelist  descended  on 
New  York  and  proceeded  to  take  Gotham  along  the  Sawdust  Trail,  the  editor 
wrote  to  Mr.  Sunday  suggesting  that  he  'prepare  something  for  MacLean's  on 
"What  I  think  of  Canada."  Mr.  Sunday,  although  one  of  the  busiest  men  in 
Uncle  Sam's  land,  has  complied.  His  messsage  is  brief,  but  right  from  the 
heart.     It  i-H  characteristic  in  every  sense.     Read  it. 


I  OFTEN     speak  "of 
Canada     as     "0  u  r 
Sister  of  the  North." 
That  i.s  not  a  mere  fio;- 
ure  of  speech  with  me. 
I  mean  it. 

Canada  has  been  our 
next  -  door  neighbor 
since  first  we  set  up 
housekeeping  here.  For 
all  those  years  our  front 
lawn  has  joined  up  with 
yours  for  a  matter  of 
three  thousand  miles 
and  there  has  never 
been  a  fort  nor  a  J"ence 
between.  We  have 
.swapped  things  back 
and  forth ;  our  wives 
have  borrowed  and 
lent;  when  we  got  into 
a  family  scrap  in  the 
Sixties,  two  or  three 
regiments  of  you  came 


Billy  Sunday 
in  action.  This 
is  a  typical 
photograph. 


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maK -M 


1 


He      still 
loves    the 
American    '\ 
national 
game. 


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In  order  to  per- 
form so  energeti- 
cally in  the  pulpit, 
it  is  necessary  to 
keep  "fit."  The 
evangelist  has  re- 
gular hours  with 
a  trainer. 


over  and  helped  us  settle  it;  we've  sent  a 
big  regiment  over  to  help  you  in  your 
present  fight.  And  now  Uncle  Sam  has 
taken  off  his  coat,  rolled  up  his  sleeves, 
hitched  his  belt  up  a  notch  or  two  and  is 
going  to  pitch  in  and  help  you  in  dead 
earnest.  Thank  God  that  I  have  lived  to 
see  the  American  Stars  and  Stripes,  the 
red  cross  of  Britain  and  the  tri-color  of 
France  waving  from  the  same  staff  in  all 
the  streets  of  New  York  city,  and  every- 
where in  this  country  and  in  the  countries 
of  our  common  allies. 

I  know  a  little  about  the  people  of  Can- 
ada. I  have  spoken  in  Toronto,  Vancouver 
and  Victoria.  I  can  say  without  flattery 
or  any  mental  reservation  whatsoever  that 
I  like  you.  You're  my  kind  of  folks. 
You're  clean  living  people,  with  respect  for 
the  Sabbath  and  a  veneration  for  the 
things  of  God,  and  you  know  how  to  fight 
as  well  as  pray.  I  tell  you  I  don't  believe 
anyone,  not  even  a  Canadian,  read  with 
more  pleasure  and  pride  than  I  have  done, 
the  accounts  of  Canadian  valor  on  the 
battlefields  of  France  and  on  all  the  seven 
seas.  My  blood  tingles  at  your  heroism, 
and  so  has  the  blood  of  every  other  man 
who  is  free  and  loves  liberty. 

The  loyalty  of  Canada  to  the  Mother 
Country  in  her  hour  of  trial  is  one  of  the 
most  magnificent  spectacles  that  men  or 
angels  ever  looked  upon.  Your  cause  is 
our  cause  and  we  are  with  you  to  the  last 
ditch. 


Putting  One  Over 

A  Story  of  Love  and  Rivalry  on  the  Links 

By  W.  Hastings  Webling 


A  SMALL  man  was  J.  C.  Nutley  with 
a  pretty  fair  opinion  of  himself.  In 
his  profession  he  had  achieved  some 
success,  waa  one  of  Granville's  eligible 
bachelors  and,  as  a  golfer,  ranked  high  in 
local  circles,  having  won  the  club  cham- 
pionship two  years  in  succession,  despite 
strenuous  efforts  on  the  part  of  his  most 
formidable  opponent,  one  Gilbert  Balker. 
So  successful  indeed  was  he  on  the  links 
that  fortune  at  length  began  to  pall,  and 
he  had  been  heard  to  express  a  very  keen 
desire  to  meet  someone  who  could  extend 
him.  Balker  overheard  this,  and  his  sen- 
sitive soul  received  a  fresh  shock;  for 
down  in  his  heart  he  cherished  a  deep 
desire  to  get  even. 

His  repeated  attempts  to  this  end,  how- 
ever, were  all  in  vain.  He  was  doomed  to 
defeat.  His  game  was  alright,  so  far  as 
it  went,  but  his  physical  condition  was 
against  him.  After  their  last  match, 
Nutley,  who  had  a  biting  tongue,  had 
jollied  him  pretty  badly,  expressing  the 
opinion  that  if  he,  Balker,  would  rise 
earlier,  eat  less  and  occasionally  give  his 
legs  an  opportunity  to  exercise  the  duties 
for  which  they  were  originally  designed, 
possibly  he  might  be  able  to  negotiate  the 


course  without  blowing  like  a  grampus 
and  returning  in  a  state  of  melting  col- 
lapse. 

The  direct  force  of  the  above  will  be 
more  easily  understood  if  the  reader  rea- 
lizes that  whereas  Mr.  Nutley  was  built 
as  we  have  inferred,  on  the  miniature 
plan — lean,  lithe  and  active — a  firm  be- 
liever in  eternal  fitness,  Mr.  Balker,  per 
contra,  weighed  well  over  two  hundred 
pounds,  was  inclined  to  self  indulgence 
and  had  a  very  decided  objection  to  phy- 
sical exertion  of  any  kind,  with  the  one 
exception  of  golf.  This,  it  might  be  re- 
marked, he  had  only  taken  up  after  the 
repeated  solicitations  of  his  anxious 
mother,  backed  by  Dr.  Pilgrim,  the  family 
physician.  Much  to  his  surprise,  he  grew 
to  quite  fancy  himself  on  the  links  and 
to  play  a  fairly  passable  game.  Besides 
which,  Balker  found  it  put  in  the  after- 
noon more  or  less  pleasantly,  improved  his 
appetite  and  gave  him  a  thirst  that  was 
simply  invaluable. 

"Blamed  little  shrimp!"  growled  Balker 
afterwards,  reflecting  on  the  personalities 
of  his  late  opponent.  "I'll  get  his  goat  yet, 
one  way  or  the  other,  believe  me!"  He 
also  thought  of  the  many  withering  things 


he  might  have  said,  if  they  had  only  oc- 
curred at  the  psychological  moment.  But 
alas,  Balker's  brain,  like  his  body,  moved 
slowly.  ■  And  Nutley  was  like  a  pesky 
mosquito;  he  stung  and  buzzed  away  pre- 
pared to  sting  another  day. 

r>  ALKER  spent  considerable  time  in  his 
-'-'  den  at  night,  cogitating  over  schemes 
to  discomfit  or  otherwise  destroy  the  self- 
complacency  of  the  elusive  Nutley,  but  in 
vain.  Not  being  an  imaginative  man, 
ideas  did  not  come  to  him  readily;  indeed, 
to  be  absolutely  veracious,  our  friend  suf- 
fered somewhat  from  fatty  degeneration 
of  the  mind.  He  smoked  endless  pipes 
over  this  problem,  assisted  by  sundry 
Scotches,  but  the  more  he  thought,  the 
more  hopelessly  bunkered  he  became 
mentally. 

It  was  during  the  course  of  these  weary 
efforts  that  the  privacy  of  his  sanctum 
was  invaded  one  evening  by  his  d^v'^'^d 
mother,   who   rarely   disturbed   hi| 
only  on  very  special  occasions. 

"Why,    Gilbert,    dear,"    she   ej 
solicitously.      "You  looked  worried  abr 
something.      Don't   you    feel   well?"-i" 
was  his  fond  parent's  pet  theory  th 


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only  son  was  very  delicately  constituted 
and  required  the  greatest  care  and  atten- 
tion to  protect  him  against  possible  break- 
down. 

"I'm  alright,  mother,"  grunted  Gilbert. 

"Sure  it  isn't  your  liver,  dear?" 

"No,  no,  my  liver's  alright.  What's 
the  trouble?     Cook  given  notice  again?" 

This  as  a  rule  was  the  only  tragedy  that 
disturbed  their  serene  existence,  that  and 
the  increased  cost  of  porterhouse  steaks, 
for  which  Gilbert  had  a  very  decided 
weakness. 

"Such  delightful  news,"  babbled  the 
good-natured  Mrs.  Balker.  "You've  heard 
me  speak  of  Cousin  Beth  Milliken?  She 
married  a  clergyman  and  went  to  live  in 
England — very  nice  man  indeed,  but  had 
a  weak  chest,  you  know.  Well,  their 
daughter  is  over  here  on  a  visit.  Just 
think  of  Beth  having  a  daughter  old 
enough  to  travel  alone,  and,"  concluded 
Mrs.  Balker  radiantly,  "she  is  coming  to 
stay  with  us  and  will  be  here  Thursday." 

If  Gilbert  Balker  felt  any  particular 
enthusiasm  at  the  prospect  of  assisting 
in  the  entertainment  of  a  half-fledged 
young  English  girl,  he  succeeded  admir- 
ably in  disguising  he  fact.  However,  Mrs. 
Balker  was  so  wrapped  up  in  plans  for  the 
future  that  she  was  entirely  oblivious  of 
her  son's  feelings.  "It  would  be  such  an 
excellent  thing  for  Gilbert,"  she  decided. 
"Give  him  some  new  interest  in  life.  Pos- 
sibly, who  knows,  he  might  take  a  fancy 
to  Beth's  daughter." 

"\X7'ELL,  the  eventful  day  arrived,  and 
*  '   with  it  Miss  Millicent  Fellowes,  who 
appeared  with  much  luggage,  and  a  very 
business-like  looking  golf  bag. 

"Gee,"  groaned  Gilbert,  as  he  watched 
the  arrival,  concealed  behind  the  bedroom 
curtain,  "she's  come  to  stay,  alright,  al- 
right, and  plays  golf,  dammit."  Visions 
of  escorting  a  novice  round  the  links  was 
more  than  Gilbert  could  stand.  He  took  a 
hurried  tub,  and  made  his  way  to  the  club 
at  a  most  unusual  hour  for  him. 

It  was  late  in  the  day  when  he  returned, 
and  he  made  a  bee  line  for  his  own  room, 
to  put  off  the  evil  hour  of  meeting  as  long 
as  possible.  But,  on  ascending  the  stairs, 
he  nearly  collided  with  a  tall,  good-look- 
ing girl,  who  smiled  on  his  evident  embar- 
rassment with  frank,  humorous  blue  eyes. 
"Are  you  Cousin  Gilbert?"  she  ex- 
claimed. "I'm  Milly  Fellowes,  and  have 
been  waiting  all  day  to  meet  you.  Hope 
I  didn't  frighten  you  away." 

"Awfully  sorry.  Busy  in  the  city,  you 
know — er — glad  to  meet  you.  Pardon, 
must  hurry  and  dress  for  dinner." 

"Righto,  Cousin  Gilbert.  Don't  be  long. 
I'm  dreadfully  keen  to  know  more  Of  my — 
second  cousin  once  removed,"  laughed  the 
young  lady  merrily. 

"Certainly  —  quite  so  —  join  you  pre- 
sently." Gilbert  retired  in  evident  dis- 
order. 

At  dinner  he  sat  opposite  to  Millicent, 
and  from  occasional  furtive  glances,  he 
decided  she  looked  rather  nice  and  fairly 
easy  to  get  on  with.  He  even  suggested 
taking  her  out  to  the  links  in  the  morning. 
He  mentioned  morning  advisedly;  there 
was  not  likely  to  be  any  one  around.  It 
would  be  a  good  time  to  try  her  out  before 
committing  himself  too  far. 

iou4iE    RESULT    of    the    match    was 

rwiijjj^jigj.  disastrous  to  his  amour  propre. 

appej   Fellowes   simply   swept  the   green 

""^"J  him.     She  played  a  different  brand 

yfS^li  to  any  he  had  ever  seen  exhibited 


by  a  mere  woman.  It  was  distinctly  an- 
noying, yea,  it  was  soul  disturbing,  and 
severely  wounded  his  masculine  pride. 
"Thunder!"  he  muttered  to  himself,  wip- 
ing the  perspiration  from  his  heated  brow. 
"Beaten  six  up  and  four  to  play  by  a  chit 
of  a  girl.    Incredible!" 

"Forty-four  out  and  forty-five  in,"  re- 
marked Milly,  checking  up  her  score. 
"A  bit  off  to-day— need  practice." 

"Practice!"  bleated  Gilbert.  "What  in 
time  do  you  want  to  practice  for?  What 
do  you  expect?" 

"Oh,  on  an  easy  course  like  this,  one 
ought  to  get  in  under  the  eighties,  don't 
you  think?  You  can,  of  course.  Cousin 
Gilbert,  when  you're  on." 

"I  never  made  an  80  in  my  life  and 
never  expect  to.  Nutley's  the  only  man 
in  the  club  who  has  beaten  80,  and  he 
fluked  a  lucky  two  at  the  tenth.  Eureka!" 
exclaimed  Gilbert  suddenly.  "I've  got  it." 
"Got  what?"  cried  his  startled  compan- 
ion. 

"I've  got  an  idea  at  last." 

"Good.    Hang  on  to  it,  dear  boy,  unless 

you  want  to  share  it  with  your  little  coz." 

"I    do  —  I    will,"    responded    Gilbert 

promptly.    "And  I  want  you  to  help  me 

out.     To  put  one  over." 

"Put  one  over!  That  sounds  splendid, 
but  what  precisely  does  it  mean?" 

"Why,  put  up  a  job  on  a  chap.  I've  had 
it  in  for  him  for  months.  Never  could 
get  the  right  idea.  He's  always  joshing 
me  about  something,  and  I  want  to  get 
back  at  him,  see?" 

"I  begin  to,  but  how  can  I  help?" 
"Haven't  worked  out  the  details  yet. 
Got  to  take   time  and  figure  them   out 
quietly   at   home.        But   you'll   see   me 
through,  won't  you?" 
"Rather!" 

And  they  shook  hands  solemnly  on  the 
deal. 

"Say,  you're  alright,  little  cousin,"  ex- 
claimed Gilbert  gratefully.  "We're  going 
to  hit  it  off  in  great  shape."  He  continued 
to  hold  her  small  hand  in  his  till,  catching 
a  glint  of  amusement  in  her  deep  blue  eys, 
he  dropped  it  abruptly  and,  flushing  a 
fiery  red,  excused  himself  and  made  hasty 
tracks  for  the  locker  room. 

GILBERT  worked  hard  on  his  scheme. 
With  the  details  mapped  out  he 
waited  an  opportunity  to  spring  it  on  the 
unsuspecting  Nutley.  It  was  not  long  in 
arriving. 

"Hello,  my  fat  friend,"  greeted  Nutley, 
as  they  met  a  day  or  so  after.  "What's 
this  I  hear?    Playing  with  the  girls  now?" 

"Yes,"  flushed  the  easily  rattled  Gilbert. 
"My  cousin.  Miss  Fellowes,  from  Eng- 
land. And,  judging  from  the  little  I've 
seen  of  her  play,  think  she  could  about  eat 
a  little  man  like  you  as  an  appetizer." 

"What!  The  giddy  Gilbert  indulging 
in  repartee!  But  on  the  level,  did  she 
trim  you  very  badly?  Come  now,,  fess 
up.  Did  Lovely  Cousin  beat  the  Beefy 
Balker?    Wonders  will  never  cease." 

"Yes,  she  did,"  snapped  Gilbert  heated- 
ly. "And  what's  more,  I'll  bet  the  dinners 
for  as  many  as  you  like,  shell  beat  you. 
Why,  say,  she'll  get  your  goat  before  you 
finish  the  first-  nine." 

"Really!"  drawled  Nutley.  "Dear, 
dear!  Likewise,  tut,  tut!  What  an  ex- 
alted opinion  we  have  of  our  little  cousin 
so  soon.  Has  Cupid's  dart  already  pene- 
trated the  susceptible  heart  of  my  old  col- 
lege chum?" 

"Can  that  stuff,  Nutley,  and  talk  busi- 
ness.   Are  you  on?" 


"On?  Rather,  dear  old  sportsman.  I 
admire  your  nerve,  even  if  it  is  inspired 
by  beauty,  and  we  can  always  rely  on  your 
dinners.  Like  the  bootblack,  it's  where 
you  shine." 

"You'll  shine  when  the  waiter  hands 
you  the  check,"  retorted  Gilbert.  "Now, 
when  shall  it  be?" 

"The  sooner,  the  better.  Make  it  to- 
morrow afternoon.  I'll  leave  ordering  the 
dinner  to  you.  Spare  no  expense.  The 
honor  will  be  yours." 

Gilbert  returned  home,  his  florid  face 
flushed  with  excitement. 

"I've  got  him,"  he  confided  to  Milly,  who 
was  alone  at  the  time.  "He  swallowed  the 
bait,  hook,  rod  and  basket.  We'll  serve 
him  on  toast  for  a  fish  course  to-morrow 
night." 

"Well,  you  can  rely  on  me  to  do  my 
best,"  smiled  Milly,  after  hearing  the  full 
details.    "But  supposing  I  lose?" 

"Lose?  Why  you  can  beat  that  gink  on 
one  leg — I  mean,"  stammered  Gilbert,  "on 
one  foot.  Say,  you'll  make  him  look  like  a 
farmer.  We're  going  to  have  one  great 
night  and  Nutley  foots  the  bill,  eh, 
what!" 

T  T  IS  not  necessary  to  describe  the 
■*•  match,  which,  by  the  way,  caused  quite 
a  little  flutter  of  excitment.  There  was 
not  much  to  it,  and  to  the  evident  enjoy- 
ment of  all,  Milly  took  the  redoubtable 
little  Nutley  into  camp  by  a  very  com- 
fortable margin.  Balker  simply  bubbled 
over  with  excitement.  He  pressed  Milly's 
hand  in  both  of  his,  his  rather  bulging 
eyes  beaming  unutterable  things. 

As  for  J.  C.  Nutley,  he  took  his  defeat 
mighty  well,  considering,  and  after  a  most 
excellent  dinner,  made  a  neat  little  speech, 
proposing  the  health  of  the  guest  of  honor. 
Miss  Millicent  Fellowes,  which  rather  af- 
fected Balker's  happiness,  he  being  a  man 
of  few  words,  and  those  difficult  to  express 
on  public  occasions. 

There  was  a  dance  afterwards,  and 
possibly  the  best  performers  In  the  room 
were  Miss  Fellowes  and  Mr.  Nutley.  In- 
deed, before  the  evening  was  over,  it  was 
apparent  to  the  most  casual  observer  that 
J.  C.  was  in  probable  danger  of  being  a 
victim  for  the  second  time  to  the  fascinat- 
ing Miss  Fellowes,  and  viewed  his  fate 
with  entire  equanimity. 

A  FEW  days  elapsed  before  Gilbert  had 
the  longed-for  opportunity  of  meet- 
ing Nutley  alone.  He  had  long  deliberat- 
ed over  the  many  scathing  remarks  he 
intended  addressing  to  that  volatile 
gentleman,  the  severity  of  which  had  been 
losing  none  of  its  sting  from  the  way  Nut- 
ley had  gradually  usurped  Gilbert's  place 
as  Milly's  partner  on  the  links — and  else- 
where. 

At  last  they  found  themselves  the  sole 
occupants  of  the  club  smoke  room. 

"HelloJ'  greeted  Nutley,  looking  up 
from  a  magazine,  as  Balker  entered. 
"Where  has  Mama's  little  invalid  been 
lately — taking  a  rest  cure?" 

"Haw,  still  feeling  a  bit  sore  over  your 
licking?  Put  one  over  you  that  time,  eh, 
what,"  grinned  Gilbert,  with  infinite  re- 
lish. 

"Forget  it,  Gil,  old  chap.  You  fixed  me 
alright,  but  believe  me,  I'm  most  ever- 
lastingly grateful  to  you.  Touch  the  bell 
like  a  good  chap.  I  was  just  hoping  you 
would  drop  in.  I  want  to  celebrate  like 
the  deuce." 

"Celebrate?  What  in  thunder  for?" 
Continued  on  page  93. 


I¥ 


Again  and  again,  the  huge,  powerful  head,  weaving  back 
and  forth  with  uncanny  rapidity,    hurled    them    aside. 


The  Outlaw  Boar 


IT  WAS  at  that  hour  on  a  summer 
afternoon  when  the  oblique  rays  of  the 
sun  strike  hottest,  and  the  rocky  islets 
and  shores  of  Georgian  Bay,  circled  by 
clear  water,  appeared  warped  and  twisted 
in  the  heat  haze  like  great  convolutions  of 
black  India  rubber.  The  sky  was  brazen ; 
the  water  lay,  a  vitreous  sheet  of  pale 
green  glass,  and  the  stunted  pine  trees 
on  the  shore  drooped  as  if  even  their 
hardy  weatherwise  forms  were  about  to 
shrivel  into  flames  at  a  moment's  notice. 
In  a  little  bottle-necked  inlet  a  quarter 
of  a  mile  in  diameter,  the  humidity  was 
intensified.  It  was  as  if  some  gigantic  un- 
seen hand  were  holding  up  a  huge  lens  to 
concentrate  the  burning  rays  in  this  par- 
ticular quarter.  The  whole  place  palpi- 
tated and  shimmered  with  the  heat  of 
the  tropics.  There  was  no  sound  at  this 
hour  of  the  day.  The  last  vagrant  gull 
had  followed  the  creek  channel  far  in- 
land, and  the  querulous  notes  of  the 
earlier  hours  were  hushed.  A  pile  of  dry- 
ing clamshells  on  a  muddy  shoal  showed 
where  an  industrious  muskrat  had  given 


By  Clark  E.  Locke 

Illustrated    by    Arthur    H  c  m  i  n  f? 

over  his  task  until  a  cooler  season,  and 
the  chorus  of  the  frogs  in  a  reedbed  had 
waned  into  a  bronchial  murmur.  But  to 
one  creature  at  least  was  the  day  well- 
tempered,  and  the  heat  pleasing. 

A  slight  crackling  occurred  in  a  mass  of 
dried  branches,  and  with  a  faint  rasping 
of  scaly  armor  along  the  rocks,  a  large 
female  rattlesnake  of  the  diamond-back 
variety,  lengthened  down  from  boulder  to 
boulder,  and  made  for  the  water's  edge. 
The  creature  was  gorged  and  unwieldy, 
and  plainly  travelling  through  new  terri-' 
tory,  but  even  so,  wormed  along  cracks 
and  crevices  with  marvellous  ease.  Com- 
ing upon  a  flat  table  formation,  the  height 
of  three  inches  above  the  brink,  she  coiled 
in  an  attitude  of  wariness.  From  side  to 
side  the  flat,  evil-looking  head  swayed 
slowly,  and  the  steady,  unwinking  bead 
eyes  studied  the  slightest  movement  in 
the  neighborhood.  Apparently  satisfied, 
the  head  was  lowered  and  immediately 
the  place  was  peopled  with  a  dozen  new 


inhabitants.  The  monstrous  jaws  opened 
as  if  with  a  spring,  a  faint,  sibilant  hiss 
was  heard,  and  forth  from  the  interior 
issued  a  mass  of  tiny,  wriggling  serpents, 
gliding  vigorously  about  and  exploring 
a  new  habitation.  Coiled  again,  and  pois- 
ing motionless  as  the  limb  of  a  deadfall, 
maternity  watched  for  the  slightest 
flicker  of  danger  from  sea  or  land.  Grad- 
ually her  caution  relaxed  as  minutes  pass- 
ed, and,  coil  falling  from  coil,  the  heavy 
rope-like  body  straightened  out,  and  the 
whole  reptilian  family  basked  in  the  sun- 
shine. 

Five  minutes  later  a  scrape  was  heard 
on  the  rocks,  followed  by  the  sound  of  an 
animal  coming  to  water.  In  a  moment 
the  wriggling  midgets  had  disappeared  in 
the  family  cupboard,  the  rattler  had  coiled 
into  position,  and  the  warning  buzzed 
forth  on  the  quiet  air.  Around  the  corner 
came  the  intruder,  and  eyes  of  nmtual 
distrust  crossed  on  the  instant,  '-r*  ^S  y 
a  stranger  pair  had  not  met  in  1.  j  *'  - 
ness  for  years.  Mis^*"^ 

It  was  a  huge  black  boar,  -vith"^*" 
with  heat  and  lathered  in  foan?  cm 


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49 


b 


came  hastening  gingerly  across  the  rocks 
towards  the  brink.  Sighting  the  bulk 
of  the  coiled  adversary  in  the  path,  he 
halted.  Suddenly  his  eyes  reddened  and 
his  jaws  began  to  champ.  Trotting  with 
the  peculiar  sideswing  of  the  fighting  hog 
he  advanced  to  within  a  yard's  length,  and 
then  lunged.  At  the  same  moment  the 
serpent  struck.  Neither  blow  drove  home 
however.  The  side  sweep  of  the  boar  shot 
him  over  the  reptile,  the  fangs  of  which 
in  turn  missed  by  a  hairbreadth.  In  a  mo- 
ment the  snake  lashed  back  on  a  half- 
coil  and  the  fangs  struck  in  the  rough 
bristled  mane  of  the  assailant.  The  advan- 
tage was  only  momentary  as  the  great 
jaws  of  the  hog  champed  like  a  vise  about 
his  middle,  and  in  a  moment  the  vertebra 
had  snapped  beneath  the  grind.  The 
finish  was  a  matter  of  moments.  Infuri- 
ated at  the  interruption,  the  victor  mauled 
and  mutilated  the  crippled  prey  into  the 
semblance  of  a  bloody  rag,  and  then  with 
head  and  shoulders  spattered  in  gore, 
rushed  into  the  mudflat  and  wallowed  in 
the  murk  with  great  gasps  and  gurgles 
of  relief.  When  the  sun  crawled  down  to 
the  west,  an  hour  later,  he  clambered  out 
of  the  bath,  shook  himself  like  a  dog  on 
the  bank,  and  turning  his  massive  head 
inland,  trotted  briskly  into  the  bushes. 

WHEN  n  the  spring  of  1913,  the  Twin 
Sister  Islands  of  the  Point  Au  Baril 
region  of  the  Georgian  Bay  was  learned 
to  be  harboring  innumerable  rattlesnakes, 
and  when  Cyrus  J.  McShane  of  Pitts- 
burgh, v*rho  had  contemplated  coming  up 
in  July  to  erect  an  eight  thousand  dollar 
summer  bungalow,  heard  of  the  fact,  there 
were  many  unconventional  messages 
transmitted  along  wires  through  sleepy 
little  Canadian  towns.  Yawning,  red- 
haired  operators  straightened  up  with  a 
grin  as  the  contents  buzzed  into  their  ears 
for  transmission.  When  these  contents 
reached  their  destined  party,  one  Tom 
Barton,  trapper,  fisherman,  summer  jani- 
tor and  general  factotum,  there  was  ex- 
citement in  the  village.  The  fact  was 
that  few  people  had  any  idea  as  to  means 
of  getting  rid  of  the  plague,  and  those 
who  did  have  their  ovirn  opinions  did 
not  believe  in  them  strongly  enough  to 
put  them  to  the  test.  Had  there  not  al- 
ways been  snakes  in  the  district?  More- 
over, the  rattlers  in  question  had  never 
been  proved  deadly.  Naturalists  had  pret- 
ty well  agreed  that  the  further  north  the 
habitat  of  a  poisonous  biter  the  less 
dangerous  the  venom  really  was.  But  no 
one  was  willing  to  experiment;  one 
couldn't  tell  what  would  happen.  In  the 
meantime  the  wires  continued,  each  one 
increasing  if  possible  the  abusive  asperity 
of  the  last. 

It  was  an  old  woman  who  finally  gave 
a  workable  suggestion.  "I  have  heard," 
she  said  cautiously,  "that  hawgs  will 
kill  snakes.  In  fact  some  folks  says  as 
it  was  hawgs,  and  no  saint,  that  clean- 
ed up  Ireland,  and  killed  and  ate  every 
blessed  varmint  in  the  place." 

"Shall  I  try  hogs?"  telegraphed  Barton 
in  desperation  to  Pittsburgh. 

"Try  anything  on  earth.  Btiy  a  carload 
if  necessary,"  came  the  choleric  reply. 

Thus  it  came  about  that  fifteen  ill- 
nourished  grunters,  gathered  up  at  popu- 
lar prices  from  neighboring  farmers, 
found  a  habitation  for  the  summer  on  the 
Twin  Sisters.  Thereupon  the  rattlers  dis- 
appeared with  marvellous  rapidity.  No 
man  saw  the  process  of  extermination,  but 
it  was  none  the  less  thorough.  When  Mc- 


Shane ran  up  in  the  fall  to  see  the  drove 
gathered  in,  not  a  trace  of  a  serpent  was 
found  on  the  place,  and  the  porkers  had 
waxed  fat.  In  the  last  count,  however, 
one  was  missing.  A  promising  young 
boar,  remarked  upon  for  his  size  and 
strength,  could  not  be  found,  and  the 
party  returned,  believing  that  the  animal 
had  come  to  an  end  in  some  way  in  the 
woods. 

BUT  this  was  by  no  means  the  case.  As 
a  matter  of  fact  he  had  made  a  burst 
for  liberty,  and  had  attained  it,  unknown 
to  his  pursuers.  When  the  drivers  had 
landed  on  the  island  and  the  drove  had 
rushed  headlong  through  the  narrows  to 
the  pen  the  taste  of  liberty  which  the 
black  pig  had  enjoyed,  spurred  him  to 
escape  to  the  distant  shores.  He  had 
plunged  in,  and  his  black,  glistening 
shape,  ploughing  through  the  half  mile  of 
water,  had  been  missed  in  the  skirmish 
of  the  last  exciting  round-up. 

There  are  days  of  emancipation  in  the 
lives  of  animals  as  in  those  of  human 
beings.  The  escape  of  a  Barb  steed  into 
an  American  wilderness,  or  of  a  circus- 
trained  leopard  into  a  strip  of  country 
woodland,  is  as  much  an  unshackling  of 
elemental  forces  as  the  plunge  of  the  old 
time  courier-du-bois  into  the  aboriginal 
freedom  of  the  back  woods.  So  it  was 
with  the  black  boar  of  the  Sister  Islands. 
From  the  day  of  the  round-up  he  was  one 
with  the  creatures  of  the  wild.  He  was, 
moreover,  a  wanderer  and  a  pariah.  For 
him  there  was  no  more  guzzling  at  a 
trough  of  man-made  swilly  provender;  no 
more  swinish  sprawling  in  mucky  barn- 
yards. But  there  were  acorns  to  be  found 
and  berries  in  abundance.  Even  an  occa- 
sional snake  could  be  snapped  up  if  one 
were  but  quick  enough.  Greatest  of  all, 
however,  was  freedom. 

It  is  a  strange  reflection  on  animal 
nature,  as  on  human  nature,  that  succes- 
sive generations  show  the  cropping  out 
of  ne'er-do-wells.  By  this  time  it  has 
become  well  recognized  that  the  race 
seems  bound  to  produce  wild,  restless 
spirits  at  intervals, — men  who  chafe  at 
the  bonds  of  conventionality,  whose  blood 
is  filled  with  wanderlust,  and  whose  hun- 
ger for  adventure  and  freedom  from  re- 
straint, fills  the  hearts  of  mayhap  kindly 
Christian  folk  with  vague  alarm  and  ap- 
prehension. Whether  these  persons  rep- 
resent a  sort  of  harking  back  to  the 
earlier  days  of  civilization,  or  whether 
they  are  merely  born  as  "freaks,"  rebell- 
ing at  their  sociological  outfit,  there  may 
be  drawn  a  strange  parallel  with  the 
animal  kingdom. 

Sometimes  a  horse  is  born,  bigger  and 
more  finely  developed  than  his  fellows. 
Great  promise  is  expected  at  first,  but 
there  develops  a  wild  moodiness  of  tem- 
per that  nullifies  a  burst  of  speed  or  turn 
of  strength,  and  he  becomes  at  once  the 
pride  and  despair  of  his  trainers.  Should 
he  escape  to  the  wilds,  such  a  life  expands 
into  a  chapter  of  wonderful  and  inspiring 
adventure.  Harnessed  and  confined,  his 
services  are  disappointing  and  his  life  is 
shortened.  Such  a  creature  was  this 
black  boar  of  the  north.  From  the  midst 
of  a  litter  of  shoats  he  had  developed  into 
an  amazing  specimen.  Even  in  the  pen, 
his  hide  had  held  a  gloss  that  none  others 
could  show.  His  head  and  shoulders 
broadened  into  a  symbol  of  mighty 
strength,  and  such  tusks  had  not  been 
seen  in  a  generation.  His  temper,  too, 
had  always  been  dangerous ;  no  one  dared 


set  foot  inside  the  palings.    Now  the  day 
of  independence  had  dawned. 

AS  the  pig  clambered  up  on  the  shore 
that  day  and  shook  his  flanks,  his  one 
thought  was  to  put  as  much  distance  as 
possible  between  himself  and  the  distant 
shouts  and  thwackings;  so  he  broke  for 
the  interior.  Scrambling  up  rocky  defiles 
he  blundered  along  for  a  couple  of  miles, 
struck  into  a  berry  patch,  and  paused  to 
grub  around.  In  a  moment,  however,  he 
became  aware  of  another  presence  among 
the  blueberries.  A  large  black  bear,  mov- 
ing stolidly  about,  had  noticed  the  intru- 
sion and  halted  to  watch.  Catching  sight 
of  him,  the  boar,  with  a  flash  of  rage, 
ground  his  fangs  and  lunged  at  him.  The 
bear,  taken  unawares  by  the  charge  and 
the  unfamiliar  apparition,  bolted  ofif  up 
the  slope  in  a  panic.  With  a  grunt  of 
anger  and  a  feeling  of  the  utmost  satis- 
faction with  himself,  the  new  comer  re- 
turned to  his  feast.  For  an  hour  he  guz- 
zled amid  the  luxurious  growth,  and  then, 
in  the  densest  part  of  the  patch,  sprawled 
asleep. 

The  experience  was  a  critical  one  in  the 
life  of  the  adventurer.  For  one  thing,  it 
established  a  wonderful  self-confidence, 
an  unwarranted  appreciation  of  his 
strength  and  fighting  ability.  It  turned 
the  boar  from  a  creature  fleeing  the 
thraldom  of  man  into  a  lord  coming  into 
his  own  country.  Henceforth  he  feared 
nothing.  When  the  most  threatening 
black  creature  would  bolt  from  his  pres- 
ence, surely  the  wild  could  hold  no  terrors 
for  him.  Moreover,  it  established  an  un- 
wise contempt  for  the  bear,  a  contempt 
that  would  some  day  oe  modified.  Had  he 
but  guessed  the  crushing  strength  of  those 
hairy  arms,  or  the  fearful  constrictive 
power  of  his  hug,  his  eyes  would  have 
twinkled  with  more  of  cunning  and  per- 
haps less  of  triumph. 

For  three  days  the  berry  patch  held 
out,  and  then  hunger  demanded  new  fields. 
Trotting  across  the  rocky  slopes  the  pig 
discovered  himself  possessed  of  a  strange, 
facility,  little  guessed  before.  His  feet 
did  not  slip  dangerously  on  the  rocks.  It 
was  now  four  months  since  the  drove  had 
been  set  at  large,  and,  like  the  gripping 
caulks  of  the  mountain  deer,  so  the  caulks 
of  his  hoofs  were  becoming  adapted,  and 
it  was  with  safety,  mounting  into  ease, 
that  he  ran  up  and  down  declivities. 

His  frame,  too,  had  taken  on  a  great 
strength.  Born  with  head  and  shoulders 
of  unusual  power,  these  had  developed  in 
warrings  of  the  herd  until  they  possessed 
not  only  a  formidable  aspect,  but  consti- 
tuted a  mighty  engine  of  combat.  Great 
slashing  fangs  protruded  from  his  jaws 
and  an  abundance  of  coarse-grained  mane 
on  his  muscle-matted  forequarters,  de- 
fied any  minor  attacks.  Only  an  enemy 
big  enough  to  break  the  neck  at  a  sweep- 
ing blow,  or  wary  enough  to  avoid  the 
shock  of  that  battle-scarred  shoulder, 
could  hope  to  escape  a  mauling  from  his 
tusks.  And,  now,  with  his  lean  razor-back 
frame  pulsating  with  hunger  and,  grunt- 
ing angrily  at  intervals,  the  hog  coursed 
along  the  bay  shore  on  the  search  for 
food. 

SOMETHING  flashed  up  in  his  path. 
The  lithe,  slender  form  of  a  marten 
leaped  straight  as  a  die  at  his  throat,  and 
teeth  met  in  a  mighty  grip  on  the  heavy 
bristling  hide.  In  a  spasm  of  impatience 
the  hog  turned  aside  and,  kneeling,  crush- 
ed the  little  adversary  to  the  rock ;  at  the 


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same  time  raking  him  head  to  toe  with 
his  mandibles.  He  then  tore  the  carcase 
to  pieces  and  devoured  it.  This  action 
marked  another  milestone  in  the  life  of 
the  freebooter.  From  that  day  he  became 
kin  with  the  flesh-eaters  of  the  woods.  A 
new  exultance  thrilled  his  frame  and,  as 
he  coursed  along  with  hunger  somewhat 
dulled,  the  last  remaining  shreds  of  his 
old  life  fell  from  him,  and  he  became  lit- 
erally a  beast  primeval.  Coming  upon 
another  blueberry  patch,  he  fell  to  de- 
vouring with  avidity,  grinding  down  the 
pulpy  fruit  with  great  masses  of  foliage ; 
but  somehow,  it  lacked  the  former  satis- 
faction. The  blood  lust  had  set  its  grip 
upon  him. 

One  still  noon  hour  he  stood  quietly  in 
the  shade  of  a  bush  on  the  shore  line, 
gazing  stolidly  out  across  the  water.  He 
had  risen  from  an  hour's  nap,  following 
a  morning's  foraging.  Suddenly  a  ripple 
started,  and  the  round  head  of  a  mink 
appeared,  bearing  in  its  jaws  a  large  pike. 
Straight  to  the  shore  the  fisher  came,  and 
laid  his  prey  for  a  moment  on  the  flat 
rock,  while  he  shook  himself.  In  that 
moment  the  boar  sprang  from  the  covert 
with  a  grunt,  and  shot  down  upon  him. 
The  nimble  weasel,  with  a  cat-like  turn, 
somersaulted  into  the  water,  leaving  his 
catch  to  be  crunched  by  the  assailant. 
This  incident  was  typical  of  his  life.  He 
was  a  tyrant  and  a  freebooter.  Every 
creature  was  an  enemy,  and  if  not  too 
large,  legitimate  prey  to  rob  and  feed 
upon. 

OCTOBER  had  lengthened  into  No- 
vember, and  the  north  country  was 
growing  bleak  and  bare.  Berries  had 
given  out;  even  the  cranberry  marshes 
were  becoming  denuded,  and  food  was  be- 
coming scarcer  with  the  frost  of  every 
night.  The  ragged  lines  of  emigrating 
geese  and  ducks  were  growing  smaller 
every  evening  and,  with  the  approach  of 
the  great  white  season,  the  little  people 
of  the  wild  developed  unusual  wariness. 
Nothing  was  to  be  snapped  up  now  save 
an  occasional  water  snake,  gathered  in  a 
rush  through  the  cold  marsh  water.  With 
winter  fast  coming  on,  the  plight  of  the 
boar  was  growing  serious.  His  frame  be- 
came leaner  and  more  attenuated,  but  con- 
tinued muscular  and  powerful.  Never  had 
his  agility  been  so  remarkable  nor  his  en- 
durance power  so  great,  but  the  pinch  of 
hunger  was  becoming  too  frequent;  and, 
when  the  snow  came,  the  problem  of  life 
promised  to  take  on  an  aspect  of  despera- 
tion. Already  the  frost  had  begun  to 
whiten  nightly  about  the  rushes,  and  the 
nights  themselves  were  so  bitter  that 
even  burrowing  deep  into  beds  of  pine 
needles  did  not  keep  out  the  cold.  It  was 
at  this  time  that  the  pig  wandering  far 
afield  in  his  rounds,  came  in  contact  once 
more  with  civilization,  and  the  occasion 
spelt  for  him  a  great  adventure. 

Late  one  evening  as  he  topped  a  rise, 
the  pungent  smell  of  woodsmoke  filled  his 
nostrils,  and  the  sounds  of  an  axe  floated 
up.  He  froze  into  an  attitude  of  watchful- 
ness, even  as  porkers  in  a  barnyard  are 
observed  to  do.  Below  in  a  little  valley, 
stood  a  shack.  Tom  Barton,  out  for  his 
winter's  trapping,  was  setting  things  in 
order  for  the  season.  His  partner,  a  half- 
breed,  lounged  by  the  door,  peeling  pota- 
toes for  the  evening  meal.  Suddenly  the 
dog,  a  nondescript  mongrel,  set  up  a  shrill 
yapping,  and  the  man  looked  up. 

"What  in  Heaven's  name  is  that,  Tom?" 
he  cried,  in  affrighted  tones,  as  he  glimps- 


ed the  huge,  misshapen  figure  on  the  crest 
of  the  hill. 

"That,"  said  the  woodsman,  dropping 
his  axe  in  astonishment.  "Why,  that's  a 
wild  hog,  as  I  live.  Wait  a  minute."  And 
like  a  rabbit,  he  dived  into  the  house  after 
a  gun.  In  a  moment  he  appeared,  jamb- 
ing  cartridges  in  his  rifle.  Two  shots 
rang  out;  but  they  were  hasty  and  the 
animal  was  on  the  move.  Turning  with  a 
snort  of  terror,  the  boar  had  galloped 
away  in  the  gloom.  But  hasty  as  the 
shots  were,  one  had  touched  him,  and  a 
red  weal  was  scored  along  his  flank.  With 
more  pain  and  terror  than  he  had  known 
since  freedom,  he  raced  along  the  skyline, 
and  vanished  up  a  ravine. 

"That's  the  boar  from  the  Twin  Sis- 
ters," said  Barton,  with  conviction  to  his 
comrade  that  evening.  "And,  my,  what  a 
beauty.  There's  enough  meat  on  him  to 
feed  a  garrison." 

IN  the  morning  they  hunted  for  miles 
around,  but  the  dog  could  not  catch  the 
scent  on  the  rocks.  The  terror  of  man 
had  come  once  more  to  the  vagrant  and 
he  was  plunging  straight  into  the  wilder- 
ness in  reckless  flight. 

It  was  in  this  mad,  hasty  trek  that  the 
boar  came  into  second  contact  with  a 
bear,  and  the  encounter  which  followed, 
piled  on  the  ocasion  of  his  flight  from  the 
cabin,  chastened  his  adventurous  spirit. 
He  was  trotting  slowly  across  one  of  the 
little  table-lands  which  frequently  occur 
along  the  north  shore,  when  a  strong 
animal  odor  reached  his  nostrils.  He 
paused,  wagged  his  great  head  from  side 
to  side,  and  then,  advancing  around  the 
jutting  rock  in  quick  jerky  fashion,  came 
to  a  sudden  stop.  A  lean  she-bear,  busied 
in  the  exploration  of  an  old  stump,  had 
not  heard  his  approach.  A  grunt,  how- 
ever, and  she  wheeled  about.  But  this 
time  there  was  no  bolting  up  the  hill  in 
a  panic.  Instead,  red  passion  flamed  into 
her  eyes,  and  she  dropped  to  attack.  The 
hog  at  once  drove  at  her,  half-rearing 
after  the  manner  of  his  kind,  and  slashing 
out  with  his  fangs.  The  bear,  however, 
even  under  the  disadvantage  of  being 
taken  on  the  turn,  was  an  old  experienced 
fighter.  Sidestepping  as  lightly  as  a 
boxer,  she  evaded  the  rush,  and  delivered 
a  tremendous  smash  of  her  f  orepaw.  The 
blow,  glancing  slightly,  landed  on  the 
shoulder  of  the  hog  and  tore  open  the 
mane  and  hide.  Only  the  marvellous 
strength  of  his  shoulder  withstood  the 
cracking  of  his  bones  like  pipestems. 
In  a  twinkling  he  was  on  his  feet,  and  in 
an  excess  of  fury,  launched  unexpectedly 
at  her,  and  dodging  another  sweep,  ripped 
a  flaring  gash  down  her  side. 

The  stump  in  which  the  bear  had  been 
rooting  stood  on  the  edge  of  a  gully  with 
a  twelve-foot  drop,  and  the  contest  was 
now  waging  near  the  edge.  The  last  act 
was  partly  accidental  but  none  the  less 
final  in  its  conclusion  of  the  fray.  Raging 
with  the  pain  of  her  wound,  the  bear 
dropped  again  to  all  fours  and  attempted 
to  seize  the  assailant  in  a  strangling  hug. 
In  doing  so,  however,  she  was  perilously 
near  the  brink.  Had  she  once  got  her 
grip  on  the  boar,  his  size  and  strength 
would  have  availed  little;  but,  as  it  was, 
the  impact  of  his  last  charge,  sweeping 
down  like  a  thunderbolt,  drove  her  to  the 
summit  of  the  cliff.  Slipping  steadily 
with  her  claws  scoring  the  rocks,  her 
feet  gave  way  and  she  thundered  down 
the  declivity.  A  last  parting  blow,  how- 
ever, spun  the  boar  backwards  like  a  top 


and  he  bowled  over  and  over,  coming  up 
with  a  bang  against  a  boulder.  This 
ended  the  fight.  The  combatants,  one 
from  the  foot  of  the  cliff  and  one  on  the 
plain  above,  lumbered  off  sullenly  in  op- 
posite directions. 

A  FTER  a  few  days'  chase  the  hunters 
-^*-  had  given  up  the  pursuit.  Since  the 
evening  in  question  not  a  sign  had  been 
seen  of  the  animal,  not  even  a  spoor  to 
follow,  and  it  became  a  jest  between  the 
two  men  as  to  the  trick  their  imagination 
had  played  them.  A  pig  in  this  district! 
The  thing  was  absurd.  At  the  same  time 
a  solemn  contract  was  entered  between 
them  that  nothing  should  be  said  of  the 
adventure,  on  arriving  back  in  the  village. 
They  were  not  going  to  be  laughed  out 
of  countenance  as  two  superstitious  old 
women. 

Nevertheless,  a  month  later,  their  ex- 
citement was  stirred  threefold.  Standing 
one  day  on  the  shore  of  a  marshy  bay 
where  he  had  been  setting  muskrat  traps, 
Barton  found  peculiar  tracks  in  the  sand. 
"It  can't  be  deer,"  he  argued.  "No  deer 
ever  had  such  splay  hoofs.  Besides  it 
ain't  the  way  a  deer  walks.  By  Gum,"  he 
ejaculated,  glancing  hastily  around.  "It's 
that  pesky  hog  again.  We'll  sure  get  him 
this  time."  And  bursting  with  the  news 
he  hastened  back  to  camp. 

r>ACK  two  miles  from  the  trapper's 
■*-'  shack,  lay  a  lumber  camp.  Twenty 
men  had  already  arrived,  and  cutting 
operations  were  about  to  begin.  Early 
in  the  dark  hours  of  the  second  morning, 
Sandy,  the  cook,  was  aroused  by  the 
sound  of  grunting  and  rummaging  in  the 
garbage  pile  at  the  rear.  Shortly,  too, 
Caesar,  an  old  hound  in  the  men's  quar- 
ters, set  up  a  baying.  Throwing  up  his 
window  the  cook  peered  out,  and  in  the 
faint  grey  light,  detected  a  large  peculiar- 
shaped  creature  lumbering  off  through 
the  clearing.  The  boar,  driven  to  des- 
perate straits,  had  come  down  to  forage 
for  garbage. 

"Holy  saints  in  Heaven,  what  was 
that?"  ejaculated  the  cook,  straining  his 
eyes  in  the  dim  light.  "Looks  like  a  small 
buffalo  or  a  new  kind  of  bear."  It  was 
too  cold,  however,  to  do  much  speculating 
in  the  night  air,  so  at  the  breakfast 
tables  the  chopping  gang  heard  highly 
embellished  details  of  the  occurrence,  and 
with  the  scepticism  of  the  backwoodsman, 
laughed  at  Sandy's  story  as  a  hugh  joke 
specially  prepared  for  their  delectation. 

Now,  Cyrus  J.  McShane,  of  Pittsburgh, 
cheated  of  his  summer's  outing  on  the 
Twin  Sisters,  and  mightily  peeved  at  the 
circumstances,  had  determined  in  lieu  of 
it,  to  take  a  few  weeks  of  northern  winter, 
following  out  an  old  ambition  of  securing 
some  wolf  pelts.  Acting  on  the  advice  of 
Barton  he  arranged  to  put  in  three  weeks 
at  the  lumber  camp,  and  was  bringing 
with  him  two  Russian  wolfhounds  of  cele- 
brated pedigree.  It  happens  that  he,  with 
a  whole  outfit  of  baggage  and  a  small 
armory  of  weapons,  arrived  in  camp  on 
the  very  day  of  Sandy's  story.  He  was  a 
full-faced  man  with  a  keen  love  of  out- 
door life  and  a  keen  ear  for  a  good  story. 

"That  sounds  good  to  me,"  he  declared, 
laughing  heartily  at  the  excitement  of  the 
cook,  as  he  told  again  his  oft-repeated 
tale  of  the  nocturnal  visitor.  "Tige  and 
Nero  are  the  very  boys  for  such  a  job. 
Just  the  thing  to  key  them  up  for  a  good 
wolf  chase.  We'll  have  a  run  in  the 
morning." 

Continued  on  page  90. 


Sunshine  in  Mariposa 

A  Play   in  Four  Acts 
By  Stephen  Leacock 

Author  of  "Sunshine  Sketches  of  a  Small  Town,"  etc. 
Illustrated    by    C.    W.    Jefferys 


Jeff  Thorpe,  barber- 
capitalist. 


ACT  111.— Continued. 

[Enter  Andy.] 

[Andy  is  heard  groping  his  way  and 
calling.] 

ANDY. — Is  any  one  there?    {Calling 
up  the  stairs.)     Norah!  bring  a 
light — I  can't  see. 
Voice  of  Norah. — I'm  coming,  Andy. 
Any  one  hurt?    What  is  it? 

Andy.  —  I  don't  know.  {Striking  a 
match  and  lighting  the  lamp.)  Ben! 
(GiLLis  groans.) 

Andy. — Norah,  it's  Ben  Gillis.  He's 
shot! 

{Enter    Norah,    hurriedly    dressed,    a 
light  in  her  hand — she  puts  it  on  the 
table.] 
Norah. — Oh,  Andy,  they've  killed  him 
— he's  dying!     Who's  done  it? 

Andy  — I  don't  know.     I  can't  under- 
stand.     {Bending  over  GiLLis,  who  has 
opened  his  eyes.)     He's  not  dead! 
[Gillis  groans.] 

Norah. — Andy,  his  wife,  bring  his 
wife! 

Andy.— Where  is  she? 
Norah. — Here — up-stairs — call  to  her 
— she  stayed  here  to-night— they'd  had 
words  about  his  drinking  —  and  she 
wouldn't  go  home  to  him — and,  now  he's 
dying — Oh,  Andy — call  to  her — call  to  her 
to  come.     {Sobs.) 

Andy  {at  the  door). — Mrs.  Gillis!  Are 
you  there?    Come  down  quick. 

Mrs.  Gillis'  Voice.— I  heard,  I'm  com- 
ing.   Is  some  one  hurt?    Andy,  what  is  it? 
Andy.— It's  Ben.    Come  quick! 
[Enter  Mrs.  Gillis,  hurriedly  dressed, 
a  shawl  about  her  shoulders  —  she 
enters,  sees  GiLLIS  against  the  wall 
and  runs  over  to  him — her  arm  about 
his  neck.] 
Mrs    Gillis.  —  Ben!     Ben!     My  man 
Ben !    What  have  they  done  to  you? 
Gillis. — Water ! 

Mrs.  Gillis. — Norah,  quick,  a  glass — 
of  water — there,  dear  heart,  drink  it — and 
speak  to  me — speak  to  me. 

Gillis  {trying  to  speak).    .    .    .     {His 
voice  is  too  low  to  hear.) 
Mrs.  Gillis  {bending  down  to  him). — 

Yes,  yes,  Ben — tell  me 

Gillis  {faintly). — The  money  .  .  . 
Thorpe's  money  .  .  .  the  bank  .  .  . 
robbers    ...    ah! 

Mrs.  Gillis.— Quick !  He's  fainting. 
Norah,  the  brandy! 

Norah  {getting  a  glass  from  the  table) . 
— Here,  Mrs.  Gillis,  here! 

[They  press  a  glass  of  brandy  to  Gillis' 
lips.      He  draws  himself  up  with  a 
convulsive  effort  to  a  sitting  position 
— his  eyes  are  wide  and  glazed — there 
is   death  in   his  face — then  with  a 
great  voice  he  says.] 
Gillis. — I'm  Gillis — Ben  Gillis — Nova 
Scotia  fisher  folk — honest! 
[He  falls  back.] 


SYNOPSIS.— Jefferson  Thorpe,  barber,  of 
Mariposa,  dabbles  in  Cobalt  mining  stocks  in 
order  to  raise  enough  money  to  build  a  Home 
for  Orphans  as  a  memorial  to  his  late  wife. 
The  possession  of  four  hundred  shares  of 
Corona  Jewel  Mining  Co.  certificates  nets 
him  over  one  hundred  thousand  dollars  and  he 
then  decides  to  go  into  speculation  in  Cuban 
lands  at  the  instigation  of  two  New  York  m,en, 
Harstone  and  Slyde^  He  opens  a  real  estate 
office  in  Mariposa  and  puts  all  his  money  in 
the  fake  concern.  Harstone  gets  word  from 
New  York  that  the  police  are  after  them  and 
they  decide  to  steal  the  funds  that  Thorpe  has 
collected  from  his  friends  before  getting  away. 
They  try  to  bribe  Gillis,  ex-bank  messenger, 
to  helv  them,  but  he  turns  on  them  and  in  the 
ensuing  fracas  he  is  shot. 


Mrs.  Gillis  {throwing  her  arms  about 
him). — Ben!  Ben! 

[curtain.] 

Scene  II. 

SCENE.— r;ie  Cellar  Vault  of  the  Mari- 
posa Dank.  Time — Midnight.  It  is  al- 
most dark.  One  sees  a  dim  light  and 
hears  voices.  The  figures  of  Harstone 
and  Slyde  can  be  half  distinguished. 
Slyde  is  kneeling  in  front  of  a  large  safe, 
working  with  a  drill;  at  intervals  he 
pauses  and  looks  about  him;  his  face, 
even  in  the  dim  light,  is  pale  as  chalk  with 
terror.  Harstone  is  standing.  His  right 
arm  is  in  a  sling  roughly  made  with  a 
large  handkerchief ;  in  his  left  he  has  an 
electric  lantern,  the  light  nearly  shut  off. 
At  the  back  of  the  vault  a  sheet  iron  door, 
behind  which  {when  opened)  are  steps 
leading  up  to  the  street.  To  the  left  of 
this,  at  the  side  of  the  cellar,  a  small  flight 
of  stairs  leads  up  into  the  bank  above. 
There  is  a  low  basement  window  on  the 
street  level,  through  which,  dimly,  the 
electric  lights  of  the  street  penetrate.  At 
times  the  lightning  lights  it  up  in  a  glare. 
There  is  heard  the  sound  of  the  drill  and 
outside,  the  storm.  When  the  act  opens, 
Harstone  and  Slyde  can  hardly  be  seen 
— only  the  little  patch  of  light  and  the 
dark  figures. 

A  Voice  {with  fear  in  it). — Turn  up 
that  light.    I  can't  work.    I'm  afraid. 

Another  Voice.  —  You  must  work, 
damn  you.  You've  held  us  back  enough 
already  with  your  whimpering. 

First  Voice. — Turn  up  that  light,  I  say 
{with  risng  terror) ;  it's  awful  here — it's 
dark.    Turn  up  the  light. 

Second  Voice. — You  fool!  They'll  see 
it  from  the  street.    Have  your  own  way. 

[The  light  is  turned  on  stronger;  the 
outlines  of  the  place  appear  more 
clearly.] 

Harstone. — NOW  work,  and  be  quick, 
there's  no  time  to  lose. 

[Sound  of  the  drill — dr-r-r-r-r-r-r.] 

Slyde  {stopping) . — What  was  that? 

Harstone. — Nothing — the  storm.  Go 
on — if  that  dog  hadn't  smashed  my  arm, 
I'd  have  had  that  open  by  this  time. 

Slyde. — Hark!  What  was  that — not 
the  storm.  .  .  .  There,  through  the 
thunder? 


Slyde,  one  of  the  villains 
of  the  piece. 


Harstone  {listens  a  moment.  There  is 
heard,  behind  and  through  the  storm,  the 
ringing  of  a  great  bell).— The  town  bell! 
I  thought  so.  Damn  them.  They're 
sounding  an  alarm  to  rouse  the  town. 
Work — work!    For  your  life. 

Slyde.— I  can't,  Harstone.  I  can't 
{Breaking  off  and  turning  round.)  I 
killed  him!  I  never  saw  a  man  killed  be- 
fore— look  {With  a  half  scream)  over 
there — out  of  the  dark — his  face! 

Harstone. — You  coward  ( taking  him  by 
the  throat  and  shaking  him) .  Killed  him ! 
What  if  you  did?  He'd  have  killed  us. 
Now  listen  to  what  I  say — stop  looking 
about — listen.  {Shaking  him).  Are  you 
quieter? 

Slyde. — Yes. 

Harstone. — Then  listen.  (Harstone 
speaks  with  hoarse  eagerness.)  We're 
safe  yet  if  you  can  keep  your  nerve. 
Gillis  is  shot,  yes,  and  they'll  find  him. 
They  have  found  him.  {Ringing  of  the 
bell.)  That's  what  that  bell  is  for— but 
they've  no  reason  to  connect  him  with  us 
— they  thought  us  gone — and  they've  no 
reason  to  think  of  the  bank;  we're  safer 
here  than  in  the  street.  Do  you  under- 
stand? 

Slyde  {slightly  recovering) . — Yes. 

Harstone. — We  can  force  this  thing 
open — get  the  money — and  be  gone  before 
these  slow  fools  are  half  awake — we've 
still  time;  once  out  of  this,  we  strike  for 
the  swamp  and  down  through  it  to  the 
trestle  bridge — get  on  the  train  there  and 
before  daylight  we'll  be  over  the  border — 
and  all  hell  can't  find  us.  .  .  .  Only 
get  yourself  together  and  work  quick. 

Slyde  {turning  the  drill,  dr-r-r-r-r). — 
I  am  working — I'm  steady  now. 

Harstone — Wait — let  me  see — is  it 
deep  enough?  Give  me  one  of  the  cart- 
ridges. {Slyde  takes  one  from  his  pocket.) 
Yes — that'll  do.  Hush,  keep  still.  There's 
some  one  moving  upstairs! 

[They  pause  and  listen.] 

Slyde  {in  a  low  voice). — Can  you  hear 
anything? 

Harstone. — Yes  —  I  daren't  fire  this 
thing.  It's  too  big  a  risk.  I  must  wait 
for  the  next  clap  of  thunder — or  stop — 
give  me  that  iron  bar  again,  here — per- 
haps I  can  wrench  it  off.  No,  curse  it — 
it's  too  strong. 

Slyde  {in  terror,  clutching  at  Har- 
Stone's  arm). — Listen  again.  There's 
some  one  on  the  stair. 

HjVRSTone. — Yes.  I  hear  it.  We've  got 
to  chance  it  now.  It's  too  late.  Shove  in 
that  cartridge — so — that's  it,  right  in — 
stand  back.  I'll  strike  it  with  the  bar — 
that'll  fire  it.    Watch  out! 

[Blow  of  the  bar — explosion  of  the 
cartridge — door  of  the  safe  bursts 
open  with  the  lock  broken.] 

Harstone. — That's  done  —  reach  in 
quick  and  get  the  box.    Is  it  there? 


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Macartney,  the  curmudgeon 
lawyer. 

Slyde.— Yes,  I've  got  it!  What's  this 
other  stuff? 

Harstone. — Leave  it — only  litter — old 
papers — the  box,  grab  that,  nothing  else 
Stop !    Keep  still ! 

Slyde  (in  a  panic-stricken  whisper) . — 
There's  some  one  coming  down ! 

Harstone  —I  hear.  It's  that  accursed 
young  fool.    It's  young  Pupkin.    No  noise. 

Voice  of  Pupkin  (on  the  stairs). — Is 
any  one  down  there? 

Harstone  (turns  his  light  low). — Don  t 
answer.  Quick,  move  to  the  door;  cover 
your  face;  pull  your  hat  down.  (Slyde 
stumbles  on  something  and  makes  a 
noise.)     Quiet. 

Pupkin.— Who's  that?     Who's  there? 

[Pupkin  appears  in  the  door — he  is 
fully  dressed — in  one  hand  a  candle, 
in  the  other  a  poker.'] 

I'm  going  to  turn  on  the  light.  If 
you're  honest  men,  answer  up ! 

[Pupkin  goes  toward  the  street  door 
and  turns  on  the  electric  switch  that 
is  beside  it  and  puts  down  his  candle. 
Full  light — the  broken  safe  and  lit- 
tered papers  appear.    Harstone  and 
Slyde  are  still  a  little  in  the  shadow 
so  that  Pupkin  sees  the  broken  safe 
first.} 
Robbers!     The  safe  robbed!      (Then  he 
sees   them  and  recognizes  them.)      Har- 
stone—  Slyde!     What's  the  meaning  of 
this? 

Harstone  (to  Slyde)  .—Get  to  the  door 
— quick — let  us  pass,  I  say. 

Pupkin.— No,  you  don't.  (Getting  be- 
tween Harstone  and  the  door.)  .If  there's 
robbery  here,  I'll  let  no  one 

Harstone.  —  Let  us   pass,   I   say 

Curse  you,  step  out  of  that  or  I'll  shoot. 
(Takes  revolver  from  his  pocket.) 

Pupkin  (planting  his  back  to  the  door 
and  taking  a  whistle  from  his  pocket.) 
You  be 

[Harstone  raises  the  revolver.] 

Slyde  (hysterical,  grabbing  the  re- 
volver from  Harstone's  hand). — No!  no! 
not  that — ^not  that.    One  killed  is  enough ! 

Harstone  (picking  up  the  iron  bar  that 
lies  on  the  floor) . — This  then 

[Strikes  PuPKiN  across  the  head  and 
fells  him  to  the  floor.] 

Slyde.— Oh!    Oh!     (Hysterical.) 

Harstone. — Shut  up — he's  not  dead. 
(Stoops  down  a  minute  and  examines.) 
I  tell  you  he's  not  hurt — quick,  hurry  now 
— no,  stop.  .  .  .  Wait  a  minute  .  .  . 
this  is  better    .    .    .    help  me  lift  him. 

Slyde. — What  do  you  want  to  do? 

Harstone. — I'll  show  you.  Here,  lay 
him  so — now,  give  me  that  drill.     (Put 


ting   it   in   Pupkin's   hand  as   he   lies.) 
Let  them  find  him  so. 

Slyde. — What  do  you  mean?  So  as 
to  make  them  think.    ... 

Harstone.— Exactly.  It's  thin  .  .  . 
but  it'll  give  us  time  .  .  .  wait,  this  is 
better  still.  .  .  .  Here,  give  me  the 
rest  of  the  cartridges ! 

[Harstone  takes  them  and  stuffs  them 
into  Pupkin's  pocket.] 
There !  They  can  find  him  like  that.  .  . 
Come,  you  gibbering  coward.  .  .  .  I'll 
save  your  skin  yet.  (He  shuts  off  the 
light.) 

[Exit  Harstone  and  Slyde,  carrying 
the  metal  box.  There  is  a  long  silence. 
Pale  light  through  the  basement  win- 
dow on  Pupkin's  face — the  storm 
lashes  on  the  pane.] 
[Voice  of  Jeff  and  voice  of  Andy  off 

stage.] 
Voice  of  Jeff  (outside  the  street  door) . 
— Open  the  door,  here!  (Violently  shak- 
ing sheet  iron  door  from  outside.)  Open 
the  door !  ( The  door  which  is  only  latched 
opens  under  Jeff's  hand  and  stands  for 
the  moment  partly  open.) 
Voice  of  Andy. — Don't  go  down  there 


Smith,    the    good-hearted 
proprietor. 


hotel 


alone,  Mr.  Thorpe.     The  robbers  may  be 

there  and 

Jeff  (partly  entered;  there  is  a  half 
light  behind  him  from  the  street,  with 
fitful  lightning,  enough  to  frame  his  figure 
in  the  door-way). — Hang  the  robbers! 
I'm  not  afraid  of  fifty  of  them!  Run  for 
the  constable,  Andy!     I'm  going  in. 

Voice  of  Andy  (as  he  hurries  away). 
— Wait  there  till  I  bring— — 

Jeff  (enters;  an  ancient  gun  in  his 
hand) . — If  there's  any  one  here,  speak  up, 
or  I'll  shoot.  .  .  .  There's  a  light  here 
somewhere.     Ah — there ! 

[Turns  on  the  switch  near  the  door — 
electric  light — and  coming  forward.] 
Peter!      (Comes  near   to   look  at   him.) 
Peter!     My  God,  Peter!    Killed!    (Feel- 
ing at  his  heart.)     No,  thank  heaven!  not 
killed.    .    .    What  does  it  mean?    What's 
happened?     .     .     .     God  help  us,  what's 
this     ...     a  drill     ...     in  his  hand 
.     .     .     the  safe  open.     .     .     .     No,  no, 
it's  not  possible     .     .     .     the  safe  rifled 
.     .     .    everything  gone.     .     .     .     Peter! 
Peter^what  can  it  mean     .     .     .    what 
mad  idea  is  this     ...     no,  no,  it  isn't 
possible     .     .     .     here,  wait     ...     I 
must  look  first    .    .    no  one  must  see.    .    . 
[Runs   to   the   door   and  slides   a   bar 
across  it       Just  as  Jeff  does  this, 
there  are  sounds  outside — voices  and 
people  and  noise — "What's  that  light 


there — open  the  door  there";  sounds 
of  hammering  at  thed  oor — and  voices 
outside,  "What's  that  light  there — 
open  the  door  in  the  name  of  the 
law."] 

Voice  of  Mullins. — Force  in  the  door, 
constable,  I  authorize  it.  Let  drive  at  it, 
now  together.  (Violent  blows  at  the  door.) 

Jeff  (going  to  the  door  and  opening  it.) 
— Stop !  It's  I,  Thorpe.  I'm  opening  the 
door.    ... 

[Door  opens — burst  of  storm  and  rain 
»      —Mullins  and  Bill  Evans  in  water- 
proofs, with  lanterns,  the  semblance 
of  other  people  outside,  noises  and 
voices.] 

Mullins  (turning,  after  Evans  gets 
in  and  holding  the  door  half  shut). — No 
more — stop — keep  back  there — no  one  else 
— bar  the  door.  Constable.  .  .  No,  wait 
a  minute.  (As  Bill  goes  to  bar  the  door.) 
Is  Lawyer  Macartney  there? 

[Voice  "Here!"] 

Let  Macartney  in — no  one  else. 

[Macartney  enters — door  barred.] 
Now,    what's    all    this?      What's    here? 
Thorpe,  what's  the  meaning  of  it?     Ha! 
(Sees  Pupkin  as  he  lies.) 

Jeff. — You — you  see  it  for  yourself. 

Mullins. — Dead  ? 

Jeff. — No — stunned,  I  think. 

[Bill  Evans  has  knelt  beside  him,  his 
hand  against  Pupkin's  side.] 

Bill. — His  heart's  beating — it's  faint 
but  it's  beating.    .    .  . 

Macartney  (who  has  been  examining 
the  safe) . — It's  robbery  .  .  .  look  here, 
Mullins    .    .    .    the  safe's  rifled. 

Mullins. — Robbery — I  thought  so  .  . 
the  safe's  broken  open  .  .  .  Take  notice 
here,  Constable,  and  you  Macartney. 

Bill  (examining). — The  lock's  blown 
out — drill  hole  and  a  cartridge — see — 
powder  mark — the  shell  will  be  on  the 
floor  somewhere  —  yes  (picking  it  up), 
here! 

Macartney.— A  drill !  .  .  .  Why,  see 
here,  Mullins    ...    in  his  hand ! 

Mullins. — In  his  hand!  Yes.  .  .  . 
What  does  it  mean?     .     .     .     Wait,  touch 

nothing,  move  nothing Thorpe,  what 

does  all  this  mean? 

Jeff. — How  can  I  know.    .    .    . 

Mullins. — You  found  him  here,  like 
this? 

Jeff  (angry  and  agonized). — Look  for 
yourself.  See  for  yourself.  What  do  I 
know?    .    .     .     Don't  question  me. 

Macartney  (who  has  been  re-examin- 
ing   the    safe).  —  Papers    pulled    out  — 


Gillis,    the   hard-drinking   bank 
messenger 


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everything  scattered.  What  papers  are 
these,  Mullins — valuable? 

MuLLiNS.  —  Nothing — old  stuff  —  mere 
litter. 

Macartney.  —  Is  anything  of  value 
gone? 

Mullins. — Let  me  look.  .  .  .  Yes,  I 
thought  so  .  .  .  clean  gone  .  .  . 
that  -was  what  they  were  after  no  doubt. 

Macartney. — What? 

Mullins. — Why,  the  box — the  deposit 
box  —  Thorpe's  money,  or  his  friend's 
money  that  he  put  here — take  notice,  Mr. 
Thorpe,  this  is  no  responsibility  of  the 
bank.  .  .  .  You  wouldn't  deposit  it 
upstairs.    .    .    . 

Jeff. — I  know  it.  I  hold  no  one  re- 
sponsible. 

Macartney  (eager  and  anxious). — - 
What?  What?  That  money  here? 
Mullins,  there  was  a  thousand  dollars  of 
mine  in  that  box.  ...  Do  you  under- 
stand    .     .     .     one  thousand  dollars. 

Mullins  — Well  .  .  .  it's  gone  .  . 
stolen. 

Macartney.  —  Gone!  Stolen.  .  .  . 
But  how!     Where?     Who's  done  it? 

Bill. — God  only  knows — they've  blown 
this  here  safe  open — got  the  box  and  off 
with  it. 

Macartney. — Blown  it  open !  Then,  by 
George,  there's  the  thief  that  did  it.  .  . 
There  he  lies  with  the  very  drill  in  his 
hand  that  did  it. 

Bill  (shaking  his  head). — Couldn't  be 
...  he  couldn't  have  blowed  it  up  and 
then  stunned  himself  and  then  gone  off 
with  the  money. 

Macartney. — No,  but  it's  plain  as  day 
what  happened.  .  .  .  You  don't  need  a 
lawyer's  brain  to  see  that.  .  .  .  He 
had  another  with  him.  .  .  .  They  did 
it  together.  ...  He  got  hurt  when  the 
safe  blew  open.  .  .  .  Ha!  look,  see, 
there  on  his  temple.  .  .  .  The  mark 
where  it  struck  him  .  .  .  the  other  took 
the  money  and  left. 

Mullins. — No,  no,  it  could't  be. 

Macartney  (ivith  rising  excitement). 
— Couldn't  be !  I  say  it  was.  .  .  .  Who 
had  access  here?  Young  Pupkin.  Who 
had  the  keys  of  that  door?    He  had. 

Mullins. — But  what  motive? 

Macartney.  —  Motive  enough.  Six 
thousand  dollars.  .  .  .  But  for  an  acci- 
dent he'd  have  got  away  with  it,  and  I 
could  have  whistled  for  my  thousand. 
Constable,  I  say,  arrest  him,  arrest  him, 
where  he  lies.  .  .  .  Damn  him.  .  .  . 
Jail  him  till  he  tells  where  my  money  is. 
.  .  .  I'll  have  the  law,  Constable,  the 
law. 

Bill.— Mr.  Macartney,  you  can't  do 
this.  You  can't  have  him  arrested.  I 
admit  there's  a  sort  of  case,  but 

Macartney — I  say  arrest  him;  if  he's 
innocent,  let  him  prove  it.  ...  I  don't 
believe  he's  hurt,  anyway.  He's  sham- 
ming. (Bending  over.)  Ha!  ha!  look 
here,  look  at  that!  (Taking  the  cart- 
ridges from  Pupkin'S  pocket.)  There  are 
the  cartridges  that  did  the  job!  Now  is 
he  guilty?     Tell  me! 

Bill  (examining  a  cartridge  thought- 
fully) .—That's  bad     .     .     .     bad. 

Macartney. — Arrest  him. 

Bill.  —  Macartney,  you're  the  boy's 
friend,  or  you  let  on  to  be,  and  I'm  his 
friend  .  .  .  you  sat  with  him  at  the 
cards  not  two  hours  ago.  .  .  .  Now, 
you'd  haul  him  to  jail.     I'll  rtot  do  it. 

Macartney. — I  say  you've  got  to  do  it. 
It's  your  sworn  duty.  Put  him  under 
arrest. 

Bill  (wavering)  .—If  I  arrest  him,  Mr. 


Thorpe,  you  can  prove  him  innocent 
later. 

Jeff. — You  can't  do  it.  .  .  .  You 
daren't  arrest  that  boy  for  this!  You'll 
ruin  him.  You'll  ruin  his  name  forever. 
.  .  .  You  say  he  can  be  proved  innocent 
later.  What's  that?  The  thing  will  stick 
to  him.  .  .  .  Arrested  for  bank  robbery 
— it's  ruin,  ruin. 

Bill. — I'm  afraid  I  can't  help  it,  Mr. 
Thorpe.  He's  my  friend  and  yours.  But 
Mr.  Macartney's  right^it's  my  duty,  Mr. 
Thorpe. 

Jeff. — -You  can't  arrest  him.  .  .  You 
can't! 

Bill. — I've  got  to.  I  don't  need  to  take 
him  to  the  jail.  We  can  take  him  to  the 
hospital,  or  to  your  own  house,  anywhere 
you  like,  but  he's  got  to  go  under  arrest. 
There's  no  help  for  it. 

Jeff.  —  But  you  see,  yourselves,  he 
couldn't  have  done  it — or  not  alone  .  .  . 
the  others  .  .  .  who  got  the  money  . 
arrest  them.  .  .  .  They're  the 
guilty  ones.  .  .  .  If  he  opened  the  safe 
they  must  have  inade  him  open  the  safe. 

Bill  (shaking  his  head) . — Show  me  the 
guilty  party,  Mr.  Thorpe.  .  .  .  Tell 
me  who  they  are  and  where  they  are  and 
I  won't  arrest  Peter. 

Jeff  (ivith  an  idea). — Ha!  Show  you 
the  guilty  party,  and  you  won't  arreSt 
him? 

Bill.— That's  what  I  said.  Give  me  the 
right  man  to  take  to  jail  and  I'll  never 
bother  Peter.     But  as  it  is 

Jeff. — You  won't,  you  won't,  eh?  Right, 
then,  I'll  give  him  to  you — right  here  and 
now. 

Bill  and  Mullins. — Eh!     What. 

Jeff. — Constable  Evans,  get  out  your 
handcuffs.  .  .  .  Here,  these  are  the 
wrists  for  them.  ...  If  there's  ruin 
and  robbery  in  Mariposa  to-night,  these 
are  the  hands  that  shall  bear  the  fetters 
for  it. 

Bill. — What  do  you  mean? 

Jeff. — Constable,  take  me  under  ar- 
rest. It  was  I  that  robbed  the  bank  .  .  . 
I  confess. 

Bill,  Macartney,  Mullins. — You! 

Jeff  (his  hands  out). — I  did  it.  Take 
me  under  arrest  and  let  Peter  go.  I  rob- 
bed the  bank. 

[curtain.] 


ACT   IV 

OCENE.  —  Tim,e — The  next  morning, 
*^  Thorpe's  Barber  Shop,  formerly 
Thorpe's  Mining  and  Land  Exchange. 
Curtain  rises  on  Jeff  Thorpe  and  Mrs. 
GiLLls  busily  engaged  in  tearing  down  all 
the  placards  about  stocks,  shares  of  the 
Land  Company,  etc.,  and  in  restoring  the 
place  to  being  a  shop  as  it  was  before. 
Jeff  has  still  his  sporting  suit  on,  but  his 
coat  is  off. 

Mrs.  Gillis  (she  talks  with  sobs  in  her 
voice). — -Take  this  down,  too,  Mr.  Thorpe? 

Jeff  (busily  ivorking). — AH  of  it,  every 
last  bit.  ...  I  want  this  to  look  the 
plain,  honest  place  it  used  to  be.  I'm  done 
with  speculation,  done  with  money.    Last 

night  has  finished  me  on   it 

down  with  it  .  .  .  out  with  it! 
(As  he  pulls  down  a  placard.)  Cuba! 
Cuba!  Damn  Cuba!  .  .  .  (Fires  it 
out  of  the  side  window.)  Have  they  heard 
anything  of  Andy  yet?  Has  he  come  back 
to  the  hotel? 

Mrs.  Gillis. — Not  a  word,  Mr.  Thorpe. 
.  .  .  Away  all  night  and  not  back,  .  . 
and  there's  Norah  crying  her  heart  out. 


.    .    .    Do  you  want  me  to  put  otit~your 
brushes  and  the  soap  and  things? 

Jeff. — I  want  everything  just  as  it  used 
to  be — plain  and  honest— the  signs  of  a 
fair  day's  work  around.  .  .  Here  put 
these  up  again.  (He  has  taken  from  a 
drawer  a  set  of  placards.)  I  took  them 
down  when  I  went  into  that  Cobalt  foolery. 
Back  they  go! 

SHAVE 

FIVE  CENTS 

FIFTEEN  FOR  ONE  DOLLAR 

MASSAGE,  FIFTEEN  CENTS. 
ALL  HAIR  CUTS  ARE  CASH  ONLY. 


Mrs.  Gillis. — Any  more? 

Jeff.— That's  the  lot?  There!  That 
feels  like  home!  Now,  if  they  come  to 
arrest  me,  let  it  be  right  here. 
Plain  old  Jefferson  Thorpe  in  his  barber 
shop  .  .  .  wait.  I'll  strop  up  my 
razors — if  I'm  arrested  I'll  be  arrested 
with  sharp  razors  anyway.  Hold  on.  .  . 
Is  that  some  one  going  by?  (Running  to 
window.) 

Mrs.  Gillis. — I  think  so. 

Jeff  (going  to  the  door  and  coiling). — 
Here!     Do  you  want  a  shave? 

{Voice — "No  thanks,  Jeff."] 

(Still  calling.)  Your  hair  looks  long. 
(Returning.)  All  right — he's  gone.  Keep 
an  eye  for  another,  Mrs.  Gillis.  If  I'm 
arrested,  I'd  sooner  be  shaving  when  they 
do  it. 

Mrs.  Gillis.  —  Arrested?  What  for 
would  they  arrest  you? 

Jeff. — Because  .  .  .  never  mind 
.  .  .  you'll  see.  .  .  .  They  refused  to 
last  night.  But  I  won't  take  no  .  .  . 
They'll  have  to.  (To  Mrs.  Gillis.)  Here, 
here,  what  are  you  crying  about 

Mrs.  Gillis.  —  I  can't  help  it,  Mr. 
Thorpe.     (Sobs.)     I'm  crying  for  Ben. 

Jeff. — For  Ben  .  .  .  Ben's  all  right 
.  .  .  Didn't  you  tell  me  yourself  that 
the  doctors  say  they'll  pull  him  through? 

Mrs.  Gillis. — Yes,  Mr.  Thorpe,  but  it's 
not  for  that  I'm  crying  .  .  .  it's  for 
thankfulness,  Mr.  Thorpe  ...  all 
night  he  lay  there  so  white  and  still  and 
just  hover'n  between  life  and  death,  they 
said.  And  this  morning  he  opened  his 
eyes  and  saw  me,  and  he  just  gave  one 
groan  and  fainted  dead  away  again. 
(Sobs.) 

Jeff. — He'll  be  all  right.  Pshaw !  You 
can't  kill  a  Nova  Scotia  man  just  by  shoot- 
ing him. 

Mrs.  Gillis. — Then  presently  he  came 
to  again  and  he  put  out  his  hand  for  mine 
and  he  spoke,  and  his  voice  was  weak,  but 
it  was  that  soft  and  kind — just  like  it 
used  to  be  years  ago  when  he  was  court- 
ing me.     .     .     . 

Jeff  (blowing  his  nose). — No  doubt 
.    .    .    no  doubt. 

Mrs.  Gillis. — And  he  said,  "Bend  over' 
me,"  and  I  bent  over  and  he  whispered, 
"Mary,  if  God  spares  me  I'll  never  touch 
a  drop  o'  drink  again.  .  .  .  Oh,  Mr. 
Thorpe.     (Sobs.) 

Jeff  — Here !  here !  get  out  of  my  shop, 
woman!  Get  out  of  my  shop.  ...  I 
can't  stand  crying  in  a  shop.  .  .  .  Get 
out,  go  back  and  sit  with  your  husband. 
(Takes  her  by  the  arm.)  You're  no  use 
here !  You'll  never  be  any  use  again ;  why 
is  it  a  woman  is  only  of  some  use  when 
Continued  on  page  95. 


A  department  given  over  to  sketches  of 
interestine:  Canadian  men  and  women^ 


A  Western  Empire  Builder 

By  Norman  Lambert 


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F  politics  in  Canada  had  been  con- 
ducted   in    the    interests    of   this 

country    instead    of    party,    you 

would  have  had  that  man  in  a  position 
of  responsibility  and  power  at  Ottawa 
to-day."  ,      ,  . 

The  speaker  was  a  man  who  himself 
had  seen  something  of  political  life,  and 
whose  name  would  be  recognized  any 
place  in  Canada.  He  was  talking  to  a 
group  of  men  in  the  smoking-car  of  a 
transcontinental  train,  as  it  wound  its 
way  across  the  wide,  sparsely  settled 
prairie  of  western  Saskatchewan.  The 
subject  of  conversation  naturally  enough 
had  turned  to  the  question  of  peopling 
and  developing  those  idle  acres  of  prairie 
land.  A  reference  was  made  casually  by 
one  of  the  group  to  the  work  that  was 
being  done  by  Dr.  Ruth«rford  through 
the  Natural  Resources  Department  of 
the  C.P.R.,  and  immediately  the  mention 
of  the  name  evoked  the 
statement  which  is  quoted  at 
the  beginning. 

Dr.  John  Gunion  Ruther- 
ford, C.M.G.,  who  to-day  is 
in  charge  of  all  the  agricul- 
tural and  livestock  opera- 
tions of  the  Canadian  Paci- 
fic Railway  Company  in 
Western  Canada,  and  is 
known  in  the  parlance  of  the 
railway,  as  Superintendent 
of  Agriculture  and  Animal 
Husbandry,  endeavored,  for 
sixteen  years  at  Ottawa,  to 
apply  a  really  great  con- 
structive mind  to  the  up- 
building of  his  country.  In 
1912,  the  Government  of 
Canada  lost  the  services  of 
Dr.  Rutherford,  who,  at  the 
personal  invitation  of  the 
President  of  the  C.P.R.,  ac- 
cepted the  office 
which  he  now  oc- 
cupies. There  is 
no  politics  to 
hamper  him  in  his 


present  position.  Efficiency  is  the  ruling 
passion  of  this  greatest  of  Canadian  cor- 
porations, and  Dr.  Rutherford  in  the 
last  five  years  has  probably  got  more 
and  better  results  from  his  work  than 
he  experienced  in  fifteen  years  on  Par- 
liament Hill.  Herein  lies  pertinent  food 
for  thought  on  the  part  of  the  intelligent 
electorate  of  this  wide  Dominion. 

The  story  of  Dr.  J.  G.  Rutherford,  like 
that  of  so  many  other  men  who  have  left 
their  mark  on  Canada,  begins  in  Scot- 
land. He  was  born  at  Mountain  Cross 
in  Peebleshire,  the  son  of  a  minister, 
the  Rev.  Robert  Rutherford,  M.A.  He 
was  educated  at  Glasgow  High  School, 
and  while  in  his  early  'teens  studied 
agriculture  in  Selkirkshire  and  at  Edin- 
burgh. It  is  recorded  that  the  father 
was  not  wildly  enthusiastic  over  the  very 
evident  declaration  of  his  young  son, 
John  Gunion,  towards  a  life  on  the  land. 


Dr.  J.  G.  Rutherford. 


Accordingly,  the  boy  at  the  age  of  six- 
teen  was  sent  off  to  Canada  to  work  in 
a  bank.  He  arrived  in  this  country  in 
1875,  and  in  that  same  year  he  managed 
to  persuade  his  father  to  permit  him  to 
leave  the  bank,  and  enter  the  Agricul- 
tural College,  which  at  that  time  had 
been  recently  established  at  Guelph.  Af- 
ter finishing  his  course  at  the  O.A.C., 
and  after  spending  some  time  in  prac- 
tical work  on  the  famous  Bow  Park 
Farm  at  Brantford,  under  John  Hope, 
one  of  America's  greatest  authorities  on 
Shorthorn  cattle,  young  Rutherford  de- 
cided to  specialize  in  livestock.  He  en- 
tered the  Ontario  Veterinary  College, 
and  in  due  course,  graduated  with  high- 
est honors,  winning  a  gold  medal  which 
was  awarded  for  the  best  general  stand- 
ing. Woodstock,  Ontario,  was  his  first 
place  of  practice.  Then  he  went  to 
Saratoga,  N.Y.,  to  take  charge  of  one 
of  the  largest  breeding  and  racing 
stables  in  America.  Trotting  horses 
were  raised  and  trained  there  for  a 
group  of  New  York  capitalists  who  also 
had  another  establishment  of  the  same 
kind  in  Kentucky.  Dr.  Rutherford  was 
moved  from  Saratoga  to  Kentucky  for  a 
time,  and  he  took  with  him  several  of 
the  men  who  had  been  working  for  him. 
One  day,  one  of  the  ov/ners  of  the  Ken- 
tucky farm  came  down  from  New  York 
and  told  Rutherford  to  discharge  his 
white  men,  and  hire  "niggers."  The 
reply  he  received  was:  "If  you  are  going 
to  start  firing  anybody  from  this  place, 
you  had  better  start  at  the  top  and 
work  down."  And  the  spunky  young 
Scot  straightway  threw  up  his  job,  and 
returned  to  Woodstock.  But  he  did  not 
stay  long  in  Ontario.  The  prairies  were 
just  beginning  to  assume  a  romantic 
and  inviting  appearnce,  and,  in  1884, 
Dr.  Rutherford  settled  in  Manitoba,  at 
the  rising  town  of  Portage  la  Prairie. 

The  West  introduced  J.  G.  Rutherford 
into  public  life.  He  had  not  been  long 
in  Portage  la  Prairie  before  he  was 
actively  interested  in  the  politics  of 
Manitoba.  In  1892  he  was  elected  to 
the  Legislature  for  the  constituency  of 
Lakeside.  Four  years  later  he  received 
the  Liberal  nomination  for  the  Dominion 
riding  of  Macdonald,  and  was  returned 
to  the  House  of  Commons  with  the  first 
Laurier  Government.  The  member  for 
Macdonald  dropped  out  after  the  next 
election  in  1900,  and  entered  the  service 
of  the  Dominion  Government  in  the  new 
role  of  special  Veterinary  Quarantine 
Officer  in  Great  Britain.  He  returned  to 
Canada  within  a  year  to  take  the  posi- 
tion which  he  held  up  till  1912, — namely 
that  of  Veterinary  Director-General  and 
Livestock  Commissioner  for  the  Domin- 
ion, with  headquarters  at  Ottawa.  In 
this  office.  Dr.  Rutherford  was  charged 


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with  the  administration  of  the  Animals' 
Quarantine  Service  involving  the  control 
of  contagious  diseases  amongst  livestock 
in  all  parts  of  Canada.  The  operation 
of  the  Meat  and  Canned  Goods  Act  came 
under  his  control,  and  through  the  De- 
partment of  Agriculture  he  had  charge 
of  all  the  work  connected  with  the  de- 
velopment of  the  livestock  industry 
throughout  the  Dominion.  It  was  as  big 
a  job  as  any  man  held  at  Ottawa,  but 
it  did  not  meet  with  the  sympathetic  sup- 
port from  certain  responsible  Ministers 
that  either  Rutherford  or  the  job  de- 
served. The  result  was  that  the  shrewd 
head  of  the  C.P.R.  came  along  and  saw 
where  the  experience  and  ability  of  Can- 
ada's   Livestock    Commissioner    could   be 


used  in  a  valuable  way.  Presently, 
there  was  a  job  to  let  in  the  Depart- 
ment of  Agriculture  at  Ottawa. 

There  is  probably  no  man  in  this  coun- 
try who  is  so  well  known  to  the  farmers 
from  one  end  of  Canada  to  the  other 
as  Dr.  J.  G.  Rutherford.  That  wide 
range  of  acquaintanceship,  carrying  with 
it  a  remarkable  knowledge  of  the  con- 
ditions and  needs  of  agricultural  Canada, 
was  one  of  the  compensations  of  the 
years  spent  in  the  employ  of  the  Govern- 
ment. His  position  to-day  consists  in 
developing  sources  of  traffic  for  the 
C.P.R.  in  the  virgin  fields  of  Western 
Canada.  In  the  five  years  that  he  has 
worked  for  that  railway  company,  he 
has  been  able  to  apply  all  the  wealth  of 


his  extensive  previous  experience  to  con- 
structive enterprises  on  the  Western 
plains.  They  are  not  merely  working 
out  for  the  benefit  of  the  C.P.R.,  but 
are  helping  very  materially  to  place  the 
younger  middle  Western  provinces  on  a 
strong  and  self-sustaining  basis.  In  the 
important  work  of  increasing  production 
from  the  land  after  the  war,  and  thus 
providing  to  meet  the  burdens  that  are 
bound  to  come  out  of  the  present  con- 
flict in  Europe,  such  minds  as  that  of 
Rutherford  of  the  Natural  Resources 
Department  of  the  C.P.R.,  in  Calgary, 
will  be  found  to  be  a  rare  national  asset. 
He  has  the  enviable  reputation  of  having 
been  proof  against  the  corroding  in- 
fluence of  party  politics. 


Louise  M.  Carling- "Daughter  of 
the  Experimental  Farm" 

A  Sketch  of  an  Interesting  Personality 
By  Madge  Macbeth 


THEORISTS  and  statisticians  and 
speculators  cry  "Back  to  the 
land!"  They  loose  a  flood  of 
figures  over  us  and  try  to  prove  the 
advantage  of  country  over  city  life.  They 
glibly  speak  of  intensive  faiming  and  its 
lure — then  they  sign  their  lease  for  an- 
other year  in  town ! 

The  fact  is  that  worner.  are  afraid. 
To  the  city-bred  the  thought  of  a  farm 
conjures  up  an  unpleasant  picture  of 
Piers  the  Plowman,  of  a  field  sown  with 
Giant's  Teeth,  or  of  some  gentle-fierce- 
eyed-crumple-horned  cow  at  dawn  and 
milking  time,  and  they  cling  to  the  self- 
contained  kitchenette  six  flights  from 
the  street  as  pertinaciously  as  did  our 
hairy  forebears  cling  to  the  tallest  syca- 
more trees.  A  woman  who  is  doing 
much  to  eradicate  this  fear  and  to  put 
other  women  on  at  least  a  partially 
familiar  footing  with  bees,  berries, 
melons  and  poultry,  is  Miss  Louise  M. 
Carling,  of  London,  Ontario.  She  has 
been  called  by  one  of  her  friends  "The 
daughter  of  the  Experimental  Farms." 

Miss  Carling  is  a  daughter  of  the  late 
Sir  John  Carling,  "Father  of  the  Ex- 
perimental Farms."  In  early  childhood 
no  shadow  stretched  its  length  toward 
agricultural  ventures  and  gave  a  hint 
of  the  part  she  was  to  play  in  Canada's 
farming  future.  By  her  own  confession, 
she  was  a  lazy  youngster  about  garden- 
ing, and  preferred  to  see  others  work 
rather  than  do  any  of  it  herself.  She 
says,  "I  can't  think  of  anything  unusual 
about  my  childhood.  I  probably  cut  my 
teeth  in  the  ordinary  manner,  and  passed 
through  the  various  stages  of  infancy 
in  an  entirely  unspectacular  way."  This 
may  be  so,  but  it  did  not  prevent  Miss 
Carling's  personality  from  being  felt 
even  at  an  early  date.  Her  ability,  her 
enthusiasm  toward  the  undertaking  in 
hand,  and  her  rare  charm  all  tend  to 
make  her  a  splendid  organizer.  When 
Sir  John  and  his  family  moved  to  the 
Capital  after  his  appointment  to  the 
Cabinet,  Miss  Carling  threw  herself  en- 
ergetically into  the  life  of  Ottawa — 
social,  artistic  and  philanthrophic.      She 


was  one  of  the  organizers  of  the  Morn- 
ing Music  Club  to  which  she  was  elected 
honorary  president  for  life.  The  Club 
is  flourishing  to-day,  after  a  record  of 
many  years'  successes,  due  in  no  small 
measure  to  Miss  Louise  Carling.  Her 
tastes  are  catholic  and  her  mind  is 
broad.  She  encourages  all  forms  of  Art, 
including  the  dance.  This  breadth  of 
view  has  met  with  disapproval — as  upon 
an  occasion  when  having  been  asked  to 
arrange  an  entertainment  for  the  church. 
Miss  Carling  varied  a  programme  of 
singing,  playing  and  recitations  by  a 
skirt  dance!  The  horrified  clergyman 
did  not  scruple  to  call  her  attention  to 
the  unsuitability  of  the  attraction — but 
neither  did  he  scruple  to  accept  the 
funds  raised  by  the  entertainment! 

When  Sir  John  began  his  life's  most 
interesting  work — the  establishment  of 
the  Farms — his  daughter,  too,  gave  a 
good  deal  of  time  and  thought  to  the 
study  of  farming.    She  used  to  drive  out 


Louise  M.  Carling. 


to  the  Ottawa  Experimental  Farm  al- 
most daily  and  watch  the  stumps  being 
dynamited  and  the  ground  made  ready 
for  sowing.  Magically,  it  seemed,  under 
her  very  eye,  houses  and  barns  sprung 
up  where  woods  and  fields  had  been  but 
yesterday.  In  her  words,  "They  grew 
like  healthy  children,  as  did  the  shrubs 
and  hedges  in  the  Arboretum.  There 
were  always  hundreds  of  things  to  draw 
and  hold  my  attention,  and  I  shall  al- 
ways feel  as  though  that  farm  were 
my  very  own.  I  look  upon  it  and  all 
the  farms  as  a  monument  to  my  dear 
father's  foresight  in  preparing  for  the 
millions  of  people  who  will  come  to  this 
fair  Canada  of  ours.  Indeed,  the  gran- 
aries of  the  North-west  are  now,  as  a 
result  of  scientific  methods,  helping  to 
feed  multitudes  of  foreigners  during  this 
great  war." 

Returning  to  London  to  live,  Miss  Car- 
ling took  up  organization  work  there. 
She  started  the  Morning  Music  Club 
and  was  elected  its  honorary  president 
for  life,  as  in  Ottawa.  She  was  the 
founder  of  the  Seventh  Regiment  Chap- 
ter of  the  Daughters  of  the  Empire; 
.she  was,  and  is,  connected  with  so  many 
other  clubs  and  societies  that  a  list  of 
them  would  make  this  sketch  look  like 
a  catalogue.  And  because  she  really 
worked  for  the  organizations  of  which 
she  is  a  member,  and  she  was  a  member 
of  so  many — her  health  became  impaired 
and  she  was  ordered  to  take  a  rest. 

That  destiny  which  shapes  our  ends, 
led  her  to  a  farm — not  the  farm  of 
the  Gilded  West,  where  fields  of  waving 
grain  stretch  away  as  far  as  the  eye 
can  reach,  but  an  intensive  farm  of  an 
acre's  dimension,  operated  solely  by  two 
young  girls. 

They  raised  chickens.  The  "birds" — 
as  they  are  called,  had  paid  for  the 
home  in  a  few  years  and  put  each  of 
the   sisters  through   Macdonald   College. 

Miss  Carling  rested  in  a  sense;  at  the 
same  time  her  alert  brain  was  ceaseless- 
ly busy  with  schemes  and  plans  whereby 
other  women,  grinding  out  colorless  lives 
in  ofllce  or  factory,  might  be  assisted  to 


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the  healthfulness  and  the  freedom  and 
the  financially  successful  life  of  these  two 
young  women.  She  advanced  a  scheme 
by  which  the  Government  might  offer 
certain  small  tracts  of  land  to  "home- 
steaders"— women;  she  made  a  pretty 
exhaustive  study  of  small  farming,  both 
in  theory  and  practice.  She  lectured 
and  she  wrote.  She  put  herself  per- 
sonally in  touch  with  women  who  were 
interested  and  collected  an  amazing 
amount  of  data.  Of  course  one  can  find 
data  anywhere.  .  .  the  magazines  are 
pretty  well  stuffed  nowadays  with  "How 
I — "  articles  (500  words  and  photo — pay 
on  acceptance).  We  are  all  familiar 
with  them.  .  .  .  "How  I  made  fifty 
pounds  of  butter  out  of  a  spoonful  of 
milk  and  a  pinch  of  salt."  Or,  "How  I 
put  my  three  children  through  college 
on  one  bee."  Personally,  I  have  never 
been  inspired  with  a  passion  to  follow 
any  of  these  simple  methods  as  a  means 
of  livelihood;  journalism  is  so  sure  and 
lucrative,  one  could  hardly  ask  for  more 
— even  of  a  bee.  And  I  venture  to  say 
that  many  another  women  is  no  more  con- 
vinced than  am  I,  of  the  desirability 
of  farming,  after  a  reading  of  these 
delightful  bits  of  literature.  But  Miss 
Carling  convinces  and  helps.  She  has 
been  the  means  of  establishing  several 
women  on  farms — and  like  a  good  fairy 
godmother,  keeps  in  touch  with  her 
farming  god-children. 


Due  largely  to  this  practice  of  hers, 
combined  with  a  certain  definite  in- 
fluence which  she  possesses,  the  "Daugh- 
ter of  Experimental  Farms"  was  elected 
President  of  the  Women's  Gardening 
Association,  of  London.  The  object  of 
this  organization  is  to  assist  women  in 
the  most  practical  ways  either  to  start 
farming  operations,  or  to  give  help  to 
those  already  established  on  farms.  They 
are  given  opportunities  to  hear  good 
lectures,  and  the  Association  sells  seeds 
as  well  as  teaches  the  food  value  of 
vegetables. 

This  part  of  the  work  is  especially 
interesting  to  the  President  who  leans 
to  vegetarianism,  and  who  is  a  firm  be- 
liever in  the  old  Mosaic  law  which  for- 
bids us  to  partake  of  the  flesh  of  an 
animal  with  a  cloven  hoof.  She  was 
speaking  one  day  somewhat  forcibly  on 
the  subject  to  an  old  man  who  happen- 
ed to  be  particularly  fond  of  pork. 

He  listened  attentively  for  a  while 
and  then  remarked,  "Yes,  I  suppose  pigs 
ain't  just  what  they  used  to  be,  before 
we  caught  and  tamed  'em — before  we 
put  'em  in  pens  and  fed  'em  any  old 
mess  nothing  else  would  eat.  Seems  to 
me  they've  dee-teriorated  by  associatin' 
with  man — seems  to  me  everything's  dee- 
teriorated  by  associatin'  with  man — even 
woman!" 


A  Brave  Woman  of  the  North 

By  George  Armstrong 


THIS  war  has  brought  out  so  many 
heroes  and  heroines,  and  exalted 
conduct  has  become  so  much  more 
the  rule  than  the  exception,  that  it  ex- 
cites little  comment  or  surprise  to  find 
women  accompanying  great  and  unusual 
tasks,  and  the  story  of  the  splendid  work 
accomplished  throughout  Canada  by  the 
Daughters  of  the  Empire  is  too  well 
known  to  require  repetition.  But  it  may 
interest  and  stimulate  the  readers  of  Mac- 
Lean's  to  learn  what  one  woman  with 
few  resources  and  under  adverse  circum- 
stances, but  filled  with  courage  and  single- 
ness of  purpose,  has  done. 

The  beginning  of  the  war  found  White 
Horse,  Yukon  Territory,  a  little  hamlet 
of  four  hundred  men,  women  and  children, 
surrounded  by  half  a  dozen  slightly  de- 
veloped mining  properties  with  less  than 
two  hundred  miners  employed,  and  our 
nearest  neighbor  of  any  consequence  on 
the  Canadian  side  of  the  line,  Dawson, 
three  hundred  miles  away.  No  persons  of 
wealth  or  influence  lived  in  the  district, 
which  depends  for  a  livelihood  upon 
transient  travel  and  trans-shipment  of 
freight  to  the  Klondyke,  and  upon  the 
aforementioned  copper  mines  as  yet  in 
their  infancy.  But  the  women  of  this  far 
northern  outpost  felt  that  they  must  do 
their  share  towards  the  preservation  of 
the  Empire  that  guaranteed  the  right  of 
unmolested  peace,  liberty  and  the  pursuit 
of  happiness  even  away  up  here  under 
the  Polar  star.  A  chapter  of  the  I.O.D.E. 
was  formed,  and  all  of  our  patriotic 
women  vied  with  each  other  in  their 
efforts  to  raise  funds,  comforts,  etc.,  for 
our  soldier  boys  and  the  Belgian  children, 
and  it  is  with  no  thought  or  intention  of 
slurring  the  efforts  of  these  fine  women 


that  we  pick  out  one  in  particular  for  spe- 
cial  commendation. 

In  the  mad  rush  of  '98,  wherever  a  sick 
man  was  found  on  the  Teslin  trail  a 
prompt  visit  from  Miss  Katherine  Ryan 
might  be  expected,  and  no  rigors  of 
weather  or  terrors  of  the  trail  prevented 
her  from  appearing  on  the  scene,  and 
many  a  homesick  youth  dates  new  cour- 
age from  her  first  visit. 

This  intrepid  woman  drove  her  own  dog 
team  from  Teslin  to  Atlin  through  a 
hundred  miles  of  unbroken  wilderness, 
and  within  six  hours  of  her  arrival  ap- 
peared at  the  door  of  the  Atlin  hospital 
with  a  can  of  jam  and  several  other  daint- 
ies in  her  arms.    The  entire  camp,  includ- 


A  Message  from 
Lord  Northcliffe 


An  article  written  for  MACLEAN'S 
MAGAZINE  and  addressed  to  the 
people  of  Canada  is  coming  from 
Lord  Northcliffe,  the  great  British 
publisher.  This  will  be  a  feature 
of  an  early  issue   of  the  magazine. 


ing  the  hospital,  was  at  this  time  without 
fresh  meat,  eggs,  vegetables,  canned 
fruit  or  canned  goods  of  any  kind,  and 
even  without  sugar  or  dried  fruit-— the 
last  refuge  of  the  sick  man  in  the  wilder- 
ness. Can  you  wonder  that  to  these  poor 
frozen  patients  in  this  big  motherly,  blar- 
neying sister  of  mercy  looked  like  an  angel 
sent  from  heaven?  And  so  it  has  gone 
from  that  day  to  this;  never  a  sick  bed 
or  never  a  funeral  without  the  helping 
hand  of  "Aunt  Katie,"  as  she  is  known 
throughout  the  length  and  breadth  of  the 
Southern  Yukon. 

When  the  I.O.D.E.  was  formed,  this 
energetic  woman  undertook  collections 
from  the  miners  for  the  Soldiers'  Dis- 
ablement, the  Patriotic,  and  Red  Cross 
funds,  and  never  a  month  through  sum- 
mer rains  or  winter  snows,  on  drifted 
trails  at  forty  below  zero,  but  what  Aunt 
Katie  and  her  dog  team  visited  the  mines, 
and  through  her  unaided  efforts  more 
than  ten  thousand  dollars  have  been  added 
to  the  cause.  No  person  was  overlooked 
and  no  means  of  raising  a  dollar  was  al- 
lowed to  pass  by.  No  matter  what  effort 
or  inconvenience  had  to  be  endured,  Aunt 
Katie  met  the  call.  Her  house  was  turned 
into  a  salesroom  where  useless  and  cast- 
off  things,  "rustled"  from  every  possible 
source,  were  sold  to  the  Indians,  adding 
another  clear  five  hundred  dollars  to 
feed  the  hungry  Belgian  children. 

And  this  has  been  the  work  of  one  lone 
woman,  without  any  supporting  male  re- 
latives, who  earns  her  own  living  and 
supports  three  orphan  nephews,  cooking, 
washing,  darning  and  sewing  for  these 
three  growing  lads,  who  are  bundled  off 
to  school  with  unfailing  regularity. 

"May  her  tribe  increase." 


"Aunt  Katie"  atartirig  out  with  her  dog  team. 


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j;;,^o  PUBLIC  ^,^ 


J'JN  2  5  1917 


The  Gun  Brand 


^  I-'  u  tl  I 


A  Story  of  the  Canadian  Northland 

By  James  B.  Hendryx 

Author  of  "Marqvard  the  Silent,"  "The  Promise,"  etc. 
Illustnited    by    Harry    C.    Edw arils 


CHAPTER  IX. — Continued 

THOSE  were  hard  years  for  Bob 
MacNair;  years  in  which  he  worked 
day  and  night  with  his  Indians,  and 
paid  them,  for  the  most  part  in  promises. 
But  always  he  fed  them  and  clothed  them 
and  their  women  and  children,  although 
to  do  so  stretched  his  credit  to  the  limit 
— raised  the  limit — and  raised  it  again. 
He  uncovered  vast  deposits  of  copper, 
only  to  realize  that  until  he  could  devise 
a  cheaper  method  of  transportation,  the 
metal  might  as  well  have  remained  where 
the  forgotten  miners  had  left  it.  And  it 
was  while  he  was  at  work  upon  his  trans- 
portation problem  that  the  shovels  of  his 
Indians  began  to  throw  out  golden  grains 
from  the  bed  of  a  buried  creek. 

When  the  news  of  gold  reached  the 
river,  there  was  a  stampede.  But  Mac- 
Nair owned  the  land  and  his  Indians  were 
armed.  There  was  a  short,  sharp  battle, 
and  the  stampeders  returned  to  the  rivers 
to  nurse  their  grievance  and  curse  Brute 
MacNair. 

He  paid  his  debt  to  the  company  and 
settled  with  his  Indians,  who  suddenly 
found  themselves  rich.  And  then  Bob 
MacNair  learned  a  lesson  which  he  never 
forgot — his  Indians  could  not  stand  pros- 
perity. Most  of  those  who  had  stood  by 
him  all  through  the  lean  years  when  he 
had  provided  them  only  a  bare  existence, 
took  their  newly  acquired  wealth  and  de- 
parted for  the  white  man's  country.  Some 
returned — broken  husks  of  the  men  who 
departed.  Many  would  never  return,  and 
for  their  undoing  MacNair  reproached 
himself  unsparingly,  the  while  he  devised 
an  economic  system  of  his  own,  and  mined 
his  gold  and  worked  out  his  transporta- 
tion problem  upon  a  more  elaborate  scale. 
The  harm  had  been  done,  however;  his 
Indians  were  known  to  be  rich,  and  Mac- 
Nair found  his  colony  had  become  the 
cynosure  of  the  eyes  of  the  whisky  run- 
ners, the  chiefest  among  whom  was  Pierre 
Lapierre.  It  was  among  these  men  that 
the  name  of  Brute  first  used  by  the 
beaten  stampeders,  came  into  general  use 
— a  fitting  name,  from  their  view-point — 
for  when  one  of  them  chanced  to  fall  into 
his  hands,  his  moment  became  at  once 
fraught  with  tribulation. 

AND  SO  MacNair  had  become  a  power 
in  the  northland,  respected  by  the 
officers  of  the  Hudson  Bay  Company,  a 
friend  of  the  Indians,  and  a  terror  to  those 
who  looked  upon  the  red  man  as  their 
natural  prey. 

Step  by  step,  the  events  that  had  been 
the  milestones  of  this  man's  life  recurred 
to  his  mind  as  he  tramped  tirelessly 
through  the  scrub  growth  of  the  barrens 
towards  a  spot  upon  the  shores  of  the  lake 
— the  only  grass  plot  within  a  radius  of 
five  hundred  miles.  Throwing  himself 
down  beside  a  low,  sodded  mound  in  the 
center  of  the  plot,  he  idly  watched  the 


great  flocks  of  water  fowls  disport  them- 
selves upon  the  surface  of  the  lake. 

How  long  he  lay  there,  he  had  no  means 
of  knowing,  when  suddenly  his  ears  de- 
tected the  soft  swish  of  paddles.  He 
leaped  to  his  feet  and,  peering  toward  the 
water,  saw,  close  to  the  shore,  a  canoe 
manned  by  four  stalwart  paddlers.  He 
looked  closer,  scarcely  able  to  credit  his 
eyes.  And  at  the  same  moment,  in  re- 
sponse to  a  low-voiced  order,  the  canoe 
swung  abruptly  shoreward  and  grated 
upon  the  shingle  of  the  beach.  Two 
figures  stepped  out,  and  Chloe  Elliston, 
followed  by  Big  Lena,  advanced  boldly 
toward  him.  MacNair's  jaw  closed  with 
a  snap  as  the  girl  approached  him,  smil- 
ing. For  in  the  smile  was  no  hint  of 
friendliness  —  only  defiance,  not  un- 
mingled  with  contempt. 

"You  see,  Mr.  Brute  MacNair,"  she 
said,  "I  have  kept  my  word.  I  told  you 
I  would  invade  your  kingdom — and  here 
I  am." 

MacNair  did  not  reply,  but  stood  lean- 
ing upon  his  rifle.  His  attitude  angered 
her. 

"Well,"  she  said,  "what  are  you  going 
to  do  about  it?"  Still  the  man  did  not 
answer,  and  stooping,  plucked  a  tiny  weed 
from  among  the  blades  of  grass.  The 
girl's  eyes  followed  his  movements.  She 
started  and  looked  searchingly  into  his 
face.  For  the  first  time  she  noticed  that 
the  mound  was  a  grave. 

CHAPTER   X. 

AN  INTERVIEW. 

•  »  /^  H,  forgive  me!"  Chloe  cried,  "I 
v>/  — I  did  not  know  that  I  was  in- 
truding upon — sacred  ground!"  There 
was  real  concern  in  her  voice,  and  the 
lines  of  Bob  MacNair's  face  softened. 

"It  is  no  matter,"  he  said.  "She  who 
sleeps  here  will  not  be  disturbed." 

The  unlooked  for  gentleness  of  the 
man's  tone,  the  simple  dignity  of  his 
words  went  straight  to  Chloe  Elliston's 
heart.  She  felt  suddenly  ashamed  of  her 
air  of  flippant  defiance,  felt  mean,  and 
small,  and  self-conscious.  She  forgot  for 
the  moment  that  this  big,  quiet  man  who 
stood  before  her  was  rough,  even  boorish 
in  his  manner,  and  that  he  was  the  oppres- 
sor and  debaucher  of  Indians. 

"A — a  woman's  grave?"  faltered  the 
girl. 

"My  mother's," 

"Did  she  live  here  on  Snare  Lake?" 
Chloe  asked  in  surprise,  as  her  glance 
swept  the  barren  cliflfs  of  its  shore. 

MacNair  answered  with  the  same  soft- 
ness of  tone  that  somehow  dispelled  all 
thought  of  his  uncouthness.  "No.  She 
lived  at  Fort  Norman,  over  on  the  Mac- 
kenzie— that  is  she  died  there.  Her 
home,  I  think,  was  in  the  southland.  My 
father  used  to  tell  me  how  she  feared  the 
north — its  snows  and  bitter  cold,  its  roar- 


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-*"  CHAPTERS 

CHLOE  ELLISTON,  inheriting  the 
love  of  adventure  and  ambitious 
to  emulate  her  famous  grandfather, 
"Tiger"  Elliston,  who  had  played  a  big 
part  in  the  civilizing  of  Malaysia,  sets 
out  for  the  Far  North  to  establish  a 
school  and  bring  the  light  of  education 
to  the  Indians  and  breeds  of  the  Atha- 
basca country.  Accompanied  by  a  com- 
panion, Harriet  Penny,  and  a  Swedish 
maid.  Big  Lena,  she  arrives  at  Atha- 
basca Landing  and  engages  transporta- 
tion on  one  of  the  scows  of  Pierre  La- 
pierre, an  independent  trader.  Ver- 
milion, the  boss  scowman,  decides  to 
kidnap  the  party  and  hold  them,  to 
ransom;  but  Lapierre,  getting  wind  of 
his  plans,  interrupts  them  at  a  vital 
moment,  kills  Vermilion,  and  rescues 
the  girl.  Predisposed  in  his  favor,  she 
accepts  him  as  her  mentor  in  the  wilder- 
ness, believing  all  he  tells  her,  especially 
about  one  Robert  MacNair,  another 
free-trader  who  Lapierre  saddles  with 
a  most  villainous  reputation  and  the 
epithet  of  "Brute."  On  Lapierre's  ad- 
vice Chloe  establishes  herself  at  the 
mouth  of  the  Yellow  Knife  River  on 
Great  Slave  Lake,  and  starts  to  build- 
ing her  school,  et  cetera.  Then  Brute 
MacNair  turns  up  and  warns  her  to 
leave  his  Indians  alone.  She  defies  him, 
and  later  starts  to  his  post  on  Snare 
Lake. 


ing,  foaming  rivers,  its  wild,  fierce  storms, 
and  its  windlashed  lakes.  She  hated  its 
rugged  cliffs  and  hills,  its  treeless  barrens 
and  its  mean,  scrubby  timber.  She  loved 
the  warm,  long  summers,  and  the  cities 
and  people,  and — "  he  paused,  knitting 
his  brows — "and'  whatever  there  is  to 
love  in  your  land  of  civilization.  But  she 
loved  my  father  more  than  these — more 
than  she  feared  the  north.  My  father  was 
the  factor  at  Fort  Norman,  so  she  stayed 
in  the  north — and  the  north  killed  her. 
To  live  in  the  north,  one  must  love  the 
north.  She  died  calling  for  the  green 
grass  of  her  southland." 

He  ceased  speaking  and  unconsciously 
stooped  and  plucked  a  few  spears  of  grass 
which  he  had  held  in  his  palm  and  ex- 
amined intently. 

"Why  should  one  die  calling  for  the 
sight  of  grass*"  he  asked  abruptly,  gazing 
into  Chloe's  eyes  with  a  puzzled  look. 

The  girl  gazed  directly,  searchingly  into 
MacNair's  eyes.  The  naive  frankness  of 
of  him — his  utter  simplicity — astounded 
her. 

"Oh!"  she  cried,  impulsively  stepping 
forward.  "It  wasn't  the  grass — it  was — 
oh!  can't  you  see?".  The  man  regarded 
her  wonderingly  and  shook  his  head. 

"No,"  he  answered  gravely.  "I  can  not 
see." 

"It  was — everything!  Life — friends — 
home !  The  grass  was  only  the  symbol — 
the  tangible  emblem  that  stood  for  life!"" 
MacNair  nodded,  but,  by  the  look  in  his- 
eye,  Chloe  knew  that  he  did  not  under- 
stand and  that  pride  and  a  certain  natural 
reserve  sealed  his  lips  from  further  ques- 
tioning. 

"Is  it  far  to  the  Mackenzie?"  ventured 
the  girl. 

"Aye,  far.  After  my  father  died  I 
brought  her  here." 

"You!  Brought  her  here!"  exclaimed 
the  girl,  staring  in  surprise  into  the 
strong  emotionless  face. 

The  man  nodded  slowly.    "In  the  winter 


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it  was — and  I  came  alone — dragging  her 
body  upon  a  sled — " 

"But  why—" 

"Because  I  think  she  would  have  wished 
it  so.  If  one  hated  the  wild,  rugged 
cliffs  and  the  rock  tossed  rapids,  would 
one  wish  to  lie  upon  a  cliff  with  the  rapids 
roaring,  for  ever  and  ever?  I  do  not 
think  that,  so  I  brought  her  here — away 
from  the  gray  hills  and  the  ceaseless  roar 
of  the  rapids." 

"But  the  grass?" 

"I  brought  that  from  the  southland.  I 
failed  many  times  before  I  found  a  kind 
that  would  grow.  It  is  little  that  I  can  do 
for  her,  and  she  does  not  know,  but,  some- 
how, it  has  made  me  feel — easier — I  can- 
not tell  you  exactly.    I  come  here  often." 

"I  think  she  does  know,"  said  Chloe 
softly,  and  brushed  hot  tears  from  her 
eyes.  Could  this  be  the  man  whose  crimes 
against  the  poor,  igrnorant  savages  were 
the  common  knowledge  of  the  north? 
Could  this  be  he  whom  men  called  Brute — 
this  simple  spoken,  straightforward,  boy- 
ish man  who  had  endured  hardships  and 
spared  no  effort,  that  the  mother  he  had 
never  known  might  lie  in  her  eternal  rest 
beneath  the  green  sod  of  her  native  land 
far  from  the  sight  and  sounds  that,  in 
life,  had  become  a  torture  to  her  soul, 
and  worn  her,  at  last,  to  the  grave? 

"Mr.— MacNair."  The  hard-note— the 
note  of  uncompromising  antagonism — had 
gone  from  her  voice,  and  the  man  looked 
at  her  in  surprise.  It  was  the  first  time 
she  had  addressed  him  without  prehxing 
the  name  Brute  and  emphasizing  Ihe  pre- 
fix. He  stood  regarding  her  calmly,  wait- 
ing for  her  to  proceed.  Somehow,  Chloe 
found  that  it  had  become  very  difficult  for 
her  to  speak;  to  say  the  things  to  this 
man  that  she  had  intended  to  say.  "I 
cannot  understand  you — your  viewpoint." 

"Why  should  you  try?  I  ask  no  one  to 
undej-stand  me.  I  care  not  what  people 
thir.V." 

"About  the  Indians,  I  mean — " 

"The  Indians?  What  do  you  know  of 
my  viewpoint  in  regard  to  the  Indians?" 
The  man's  face  had  hardened  at  her  men- 
tion of  the  Indians. 

"I  know  this!"  exclaimed  the  girl. 
"That  you  are  trading  them  whisky! 
With  my  own  eyes  I  saw  Mr.  Lapierre 
smash  your  kegs — the  kegs  that  were  cun- 
ningly disguised  as  bales  of  freight  and 
marked  with  your  name,  and  I  saw  the 
whiskey  spilled  out  upon  the  ground." 

She  paused,  expecting  a  denial,  but 
MacNair  remained  silent  and  again  she 
saw  the  peculiar  twinkle  in  his  eye  as  he 
waited  for  her  to  proceed.  "And  I — you, 
yourself,  told  me  that  you  would  kill  some 
of  Mr.  Lapierre's  Indians!  Do  you  call 
that  justice — to  kill  men  because  they 
happen  to  be  in  the  employ  of  a  rival 
trader— one  who  has  as  much  right  to 
trade  in  the  northland  as  you  have?" 

Again  she  paused,  but  the  man  ignored 
her  question. 

"Go  on,"  he  said  shortly. 

"And  you  told  me  your  Indians  had  to 
work  so  hard  they  had  no  time  for  book- 
learning,  and  that  the  souls  of  the  Indians 
were  black  as — as  hell." 

"And  I  told  you,  also,  that  I  have  never 
owned  any  whisky.  Why  do  you  believe 
me  in  some  things  and  not  in  others?  It 
would  seem  more  consistent.  Miss  Chloe 
Elliston,  for  you  either  to  believe,  or  to 
disbelieve  me." 

"But  I  saw  the  whisky.  And  as  for 
what  you,  yourself,  told  me — a  man  will 


scarcely  make  himself  out  worse  than  he 
is." 

"At  least,  I  can  scarcely  make  myself 
out  worse  than  you  believe  me  to  be." 
The  twinkle  was  gone  from  MacNair's 
eyes  now,  and  he  spoke  more  gruffly .  "Of 
what  use  is  all  this  talk?  You  are  firmly 
convinced  of  my  character.  Your  opinion 
of  me  concerns  me  not  at  all.  Even  if  I 
were  to  attempt  to  make  my  position  clear 
to  you,  you  would  not  believe  anything  I 
should  tell  you." 

"What  defence  can  there  be  to  conduct 
such  as  yours?" 

"Defence!  Do  you  imagine  I  would 
stoop  to  defend  my  conduct  to  you — to  one 
who  is,  whittingly  or  unwhittingly,  hand 
in  glove  with  Pierre  Lapierre?" 

THE  unconcealed  scorn  of  the  man's 
words  stung  Chloe  to  the  quick. 

"Pierre  Lapierre  is  a  man!"  she  cried 
with  flashing  eyes.  "He  is  neither  afraid 
nor  ashamed  to  declare  his  principles.  He 
is  the  friend  of  the  Indians — and  God 
knows  they  need  a  friend — living  as  they 
do  by  sufferance  of  such  men  as  you,  and 
the  men  of  the  Hudson  Bay  Company!" 

"You  believe  that,  I  think,"  MacNair 
said  quietly.  "I  wonder  if  you  are  really 
such  a  fool,  or  do  you  know  Lapierre  for 
what  he  is?" 

"Yes!"  exclaimed  the  girl,  her  face 
flushed.  "I  do  know  him  for  what  he  is! 
He  is  a  man!  He  knows  the  north.  I  am 
learning  the  north,  and  together  we  will 
drive  you  and  your  kind  out  of  the  north." 

"You  cannot  do  that,"  he  said.  "La- 
pierre, I  would  crush  as  I  would  crush  a 
snake.  I  bear  you  no  ill  will.  As  you 
say,  you  will  learn  the  north — for  you  will 
remain  in  the  north.  I  told  you  once  that 
you  would  soon  tire  of  your  experiment, 
but  I  was  wrong.  Your  eyes  are  the  eyes 
of  a  fighting  man." 

"Thank  you  Mr.— MacNair— " 

"Why  not  Brute  MacNair?" 

Chloe  shook  her  head.  "No,"  she  said. 
"Not  that — not  after — I  think  I  shall  call 
you  Bob  MacNair." 

The  man  looked  perplexed.  "Women 
are  not  like  men,"  he  said,  simply.  "I  do 
not  understand  you  at  times.  Tell  me — 
why  did  you  come  into  the  north?" 

"I  thought  I  had  made  that  plain.  I 
came  to  bring  education  to  the  Indians. 
To  do  what  I  can  to  lighten  their  burden 
and  to  make  it  possible  for  them  to  com- 
pete with  the  white  man  on  the  white 
man's  terms  when  this  country  shall  bow 
before  the  inevitable  advance  of  civiliza- 
tion: when  it  has  ceased  to  be  the  land 
beyond  the  outposts." 

"We  are  working  together,  then,"  an- 
swered MacNair.  "When  you  have  learn- 
ed the  north  we  shall — be  friends," 

"Never!    I—" 

"Because  you  will  have  learned,"  he 
continued,  ignoring  her  protest,  "that  edu- 
cation is  the  last  thing  the  Indians  need. 
If  you  can  make  them  better  trappers 
and  hunters  of  them ;  teach  them  to  work 
in  mines,  timber,  on  the  rivers,  you  will 
come  nearer  to  solving  their  problem  than 
by  giving  them  all  the  education  in  the 
world.  No,  Miss  Chloe  Elliston,  they 
can't  play  the  white  man's  game — with 
the  white  man's  chips." 

"But  they  can!    In  the  States  we — " 

"Why  didn't  you  stay  in  the  States?" 

"Because  the  government  looked  after 
the  education  of  the  Indians — provides 
schools  and  universities,  and — " 

"And  what  do  they  turn  out?" 

"They  turn  out  lawyers  and  doctors 


and  engineers  and  ministers  of  the  gospel, 
and  educated  men  in  all  walks  of  life. 
We  have  Indians  in  Congress!" 

"How  many?  And  how  many  are  law- 
yers and  doctors  and  engineers  and  minis- 
ters of  the  gospel?  And  how  many  can 
truthfully  be  said  to  be  'educated  men  in 
all  the  walks  of  life'?  A  mere  handful! 
Where  one  succeeds,  a  hundred  fail !  And 
the  others  return  to  their  reservation,  dis- 
solute, dissatisfied,  to  live  on  the  bounty 
of  your  government;  you,  yourself  will 
admit  that  when  an  Indian  rises  into  a 
profession  for  which  his  education  has 
fitted  him,  he  is  an  object  of  wonder — a 
man  to  be  written  about  in  your  news- 
papers and  talked  about  in  your  homes. 
And  then  your  sentimentalists  —  your 
fools — hold  him  up  as  a  type !  Not  your 
educated  Indians  are  reaping  the  benefit 
of  your  government's  belated  attention, 
but  those  who  are  following  the  calling 
for  which  nature  has  fitted  them — stock 
raising  and  small  farming  on  their  allot- 
ted reservations.  The  educated  ones  know 
that  the  government  will  feed  and  clothe 
them — why  should  they  exert  themselves? 

"ILJERE  in  the  north,  because  the  In- 
AT-  dians  have  been  dealt  with  sane- 
ly, and  not  herded  onto  restricted  reserva- 
tions, and  subjected  to  the  experiments 
of  departmental  fools,  well  intentioned — 
and  otherwise — they  are  infinitely  better 
off.  They  are  free  to  roam  the  woods, 
to  hunt  and  to  trap  and  to  fish,  and  they 
are  contented.  They  remain  at  the  posts 
only  long  enough  to  do  their  trading,  and 
return  again  to  the  wilds.  For  the  most 
part  they  are  truthful  and  sober  and 
honest.  They  can  obtain  sufficient  cloth- 
ing and  enough  to  eat.  The  lakes  and  the 
rivers  teem  with  fish,  and  the  woods  and 
the  barrens  abound  with  game. 

"Contrast  these  with  the  Indians  who 
have  come  more  intimately  into  contact 
with  the  whites.  You  can  see  them  hang- 
ing about  the  depots  and  the  grogeries 
and  rum  shops  of  the  railway  towns,  de- 
generate, diseased,  reduced  to  beggary 
and  petty  thievery.  And  you  do  not  have 
to  go  to  a  railway  town  to  see  the  effect  of 
your  civilization  upon  them.  Follow  the 
great  trade  rivers!  From  source  to 
mouth,  their  banks  are  lined  with  the  In- 
dians who  have  come  into  contact  with 
your  civilization! 

"Go  to  any  mission  centre!     Do  you 
find  that  the  Indian  has  taken  kindly  to 
the  doctrines  it  teaches?  Do  you  find  them 
happy.  God-fearing  Indians  who  embrace         , 
Christianity  and  are  living  in  accord  with        j 
its  precepts?    You  do  not!     Except  in  a       •' 
very  few  isolated  cases,  like  your  lawyers 
and  doctors  of  the  States,  you  will  find  the 
very  gates  of  the  missions,  be  their  de- 
nomination what  they  may,   debauchery 
and  rascality  in  its  most  vicious  forms. 
Read  your  answer  there  in  the  vice-mark- 
ed, ragged,  emaciated  hangers-on  of  the 
missions. 

"I  do  not  say  that  this  harm  is 
wrought  wilfully — on  the  contrary,  I 
know  it  is  not.  They  are  noble  and  well- 
meaning  men  and  women  who  carry  the 
gospel  into  the  north.  Many  of  them  I 
know  and  respect  and  admire — Father 
Desplaines,  Father  Crossetfj,  the  good 
Father  O'Reilley,  and  Duncan  Fitzgilbert, 
of  my  mother's  faith.  These  men  are 
good  men;  noble  men,  and  the  true  friends 
of  the  Indians;  in  health  and  in  sickness, 
in  plague,  famine  and  adversity  these 
men  shoulder  the  red  man's  burden,feed, 
clothe  and  doctor  them,  and  nurse  them 


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back  to  health  —  or  bury 
them.  With  these  I  have  no 
quarrel,  nor  with  the  reli- 
gion they  teach  —  in  its 
theory.  It  is  not  bad.  It  is 
good.  These  men  are  my 
friends.  They  visit  me,  and 
are  welcome  whenever  they 
come. 

"Each  of  these  has  begged 
me  to  allow  hiip  to  establish 
a  mission  among  my  In- 
dians. And  my  answer  is 
always  the  same  —  'No!' 
And  I  point  to  the  mission 
centres  already  established. 
It  is  then  they  tell  me  that 
the  deplorable  condition  ex- 
ists, not  because  of  the  mis- 
sion, but  despite  it."  He 
paused  with  a  gesture  of 
impatience.  "Because!  De- 
spite'. A  quibble  of  words. 
If  the  fact  remains,  what 
difference  does  it  make  whe- 
ther it  is  because  or  despite? 
It  must  be  a  great  comfort 
to  the  unfortunate  one  who 
is  degraded,  diseased, 
damned,  to  know  that  his 
degradation,  disease,  and 
damnation,  were  wrought 
not  because,  but  despite. 
But  in  spite  of  all  they  can 
do,  the  fact  remains.  I  do 
not  ask  you  to  believe  me. 
Go  and  see  it  with  your  own 
eyes,  and  then  if  you  dare, 
come  back  and  establish  an- 
other plague  spot  in  God's 
own  wilderness.  The  Indian 
rapidly  acquires  all  the 
white  man's  vices — and  but 
few  of  his  virtues. 

"Stop  and  think  what  it 
means  to  experiment  with 
the  future  of  a  people.  To 
overthrow  their  traditions; 
to  confute  their  beliefs  and 
superstitions,  and  to  sub- 
vert their  gods!  And  what 
do  you  offer  them  in  return? 
Other  traditions;  other  be- 
liefs; another  God  —  and 
education!  Do  you  dare  to 
assume  the  responsibility? 
Do  you  dare  to  implant  in 
the  minds  of  these  people  an 
education — a  culture — that 
will  render  them  forever 
dissatisfied  with  their  lot, 
and  send  many  of  them  to 
the  land  of  the  white  man 
to  engage  in  a  feeble  and 
hopeless  struggle  after  that 
which  it  is,  for  them,  unat- 
tainable?'" 

"But  it  is  not  unattainable!     They — " 

"I  know  your  sophisms;  your  fabrica- 
tion of  theory!"  MacNair  interrupted  her 
fiercely.  "The  facts!  I  have  seen  the  rum- 
sodden  wrecks,  the  debauched  and  soul- 
warped  men  and  women  who  hang  about 
your  frontier  towns,  diseased  in  body  and 
mind,  and  whose  greatest  misfortune 
is  that  they  live.  These,  Miss  Chloe 
Elliston,  are  the  real  monuments  to  your 
education.  Do  you  dare  to  drive  one  hun- 
dred to  certain  degradation  that  is  worse 
than  fiery  hell,  that  you  may  point  with 
pride  to  one  who  shall  attain  to  the  white 
man's  standard  of  success?" 

"That  is  not  the  truth!  I  do  not  be- 
lieve it!    I  will  not  believe  it!" 

The  steel-gray  eyes  of  the  man  bored 


Hour  after   hour,   as    the   craft    drove    southward,    Chloe 
sat  with  the  wounded  man's  head  supported  in  her  lap. 


deep  into  the  shining  eyes  of  brown.  "I 
know  that  you  do  not  believe  it.  But 
you  are  wrong  when  you  say  that  you  will 
not  believe  it.  You  are  honest  and  un- 
afraid, and,  therefore,  you  will  learn,  and 
now,  one  thing  further. 

"We  will  say  that  you  succeed  in  keep- 
ing your  school,  or  post,  or  mission,  from 
this  condition  of  debauchery — which  you 
will  not.  What  then?  Suppose  you  edu- 
cate your  Indians?  There  are  no  em- 
ployers in  the  north.  None  who  buy  edu- 
cation. The  men  who  pay  out  money  in 
the  waste  places  pay  it  for  bone  and 
brawn,  not  for  brains;  they  have  brains 
— or  something  that  answers  the  purpose 
— therefore,  your  educated  Indian  must  do 
one  of  two  things — he  must  go  where  he 


can  use  his  education  or  he  must  remain 
where  he  is.  In  either  event  he  will  be  the 
loser.  If  he  seeks  the  land  of  the  white 
man  he  must  compete  with  the  white  man 
on  the  white  man's  terms.  He  cannot  do 
it.  If  he  stays  here  in  the  north  he  must 
continue  to  hunt  or  trap,  or  work  on  the 
river,  or'  in  the  mines,  or  the  timber,  and 
he  is  ever  afterward  dissatisfied  with  his 
lot.  More,  he  has  wasted  the  time  he 
spent  in  filling  his  brains  with  useless 
knowledge." 

MacNair  spoke  rapidly  and  earnestly, 
and  Chloe  realized  that  he  spoke  from  his 
heart  and  also  that  he  spoke  from  a 
certain  knowledge  of  his  subject.  She 
was  at  a  loss  for  a  reply.    She  could  not 

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What   Britain  Is  Doing 


A  Story  of  the  Immense  Part  the  Empire 
Plays  in  the  War. 


A  REMARKABLE  article  on  "What  Britain 
•^*-  is  Doing"  appears  in  the  National  Geo- 
graphical Magazine  from  the  pen  of  Sydney 
Brooks.  It  puts  a  new  light  on  the  part  that 
Britain  plays  in  the  war  plans  of  the  Allies, 
bearing  out  in  marked  degree  the  statement 
recently  made  editorially  by  the  Saturday 
Evening  Post  to  the  effect  that  of  all  belliger- 
ents, not  even  excepting  Germany,  Britain  was 
playing  the  most  outstanding  role.  The  article 
reviews  Britain's  part  in  naval  and  army 
operations,  in  finance,  in  manufacture  of  mun- 
itions and  supplying  of  foods  and  materials 
and  in  influence — the  potency  of  her  grim 
determination  that  the  others  feel  behind 
them.  It  is  especially  interesting  to  read 
what  is  said  with  reference  to  sea  power: 

I  like  to  think  of  some  future  Mahan 
using  the  history  of  this  war  to  point  the 
deadly  realities  of  sea-power.  He  will  need 
no  other  example.  Everything  that  naval 
supremacy  means  or  can  ever  mean  has  been 
taught  in  the  past  32  months  in  a  fashion 
that  he  who  travels  may  read. 

Suppose  Great  Britain  had  remained  neutral 
and  the  British  navy  had  never  moved.  What 
would  have  happened?  The  German  and  Aus- 
trian dreadnoughts,  with  a  five-to-one  pre- 
ponderance over  the  combined  dreadnought 
strength  of  France  and  Russia,  would  have 
held  an  easy  command  over  the  sea.  Germany 
could  then  have  supplemented  her  land  at- 
tack by  disembarking  troops  on  both  the  Rus- 
sian and  the  French  coasts  in  the  rear  of 
the  Russian  and  French  armies;  she  would 
have  shut  off  all  the  French  oversea  trade; 
she  would  have  captured  or  destroyed  or 
driven  into  port  practically  the  whole  of  the 
French  and  Russian  merchant  marine;  France 
would  have  been  blockaded;  with  her  chief  in- 
dustrial provinces  in  German  occupation,  she 
would  have  been  prevented  from  importing 
any  food,  any  raw  material,  any  munitions; 
while  Germany  would  have  been  free  to  draw 
on  the  resources  of  the  entire  world.  In  less 
than  six  months,  for  all  her  magnificent  valor, 
France  could  not  but  have  succumbed. 

That  was  the  Prussian  calculation  and  it 
was  a  perfectly  sound  one;  but  it  fell  like  a 
house  of  cards  when  Great  Britain  inter- 
vened. Instead  of  securing  at  once  the  com- 
mand of  the  sea,  Germany  lost  it  at  once. 
Everything  that  she  had  hoped  to  inflict  upon 
France  and  Russia  by  maritime  supremacy 
was  in  fact  inflicted  upon  herself.  What- has 
made  it  possible  for  us  to  land  some  2,000,000 
men  on  the  Continent  of  Europe,  equipped 
with  every  single  item  in  the  infinitely  varied 
paraphernalia  of  modern  war? 

How  have  we  been  able  to  conduct  simul- 
taneous campaigns  in  Egypt,  East  Africa,  the 
Cameroons,  Southwest  Africa,  the  Balkans, 
and  the  Pacific?     There  are  Russian  troops 


fighting  at  this  moment  in  France  and  round 
Salonika.     How   did   they   get   there  ? 

From  all  the  ends  of  the  earth  British  sub- 
jects in  hundreds  upon  hundreds  of  thou- 
sands have  flocked  to  the  central  battlefield. 
What  agency  convoyed  them?  What  power 
protected  them? 

The  United  States  has  built  up  with  the 
Allies  a  trade  that  throw*  all  previous 
American  experience  of  foreign  commerce  into 
the  shade.  But  how  many  Americans,  I  won- 
der, stop  to  ask  themselves  how  it  is  that  this 
vast  volumfe  of  merchandise  has  crossed  the 
Atlantic  in  the  midst  of  the  greatest  war  in  all 
history  almost  as  swiftly  and  securely  as  in 
the   days   of  profoundest  peace? 

One  by  one  Germany's  colonies  have  been 
torn  from  her  grasp — those  oversea  posses- 
sions the  children  of  so  many  hopes,  the 
nursing  plots  of  such  vast  ambitions;  and  not 
a  single  blow  has  been  struck  in  defense  of 
them  by  the  fatherland  itself.  One  and  all 
have  had  to  rely  on  their  own  isolated  and 
local  efforts. 

They  have  looked  in  vain  to  Germany. 
Germany — paralyzed  by  what  power?  Held 
down  in  helplessness  by  what  mysterious 
spell?  —  has   impotently   watched   her   begin- 


nings of  a  world-wide  empire  shattered  be- 
neath her  eyes. 

How  is  it,  again,  that  the  Belgian  army  has 
been  rearmed,  reconstructed,  and  reequipped  ? 
How  is  it  that  the  Serbian  forces  have  simi- 
larly been  rescued  and  remade?  How  is  it 
that  Russia  has  been  remunitioned,  that  Italy 
has  been  enabled  to  overcome  her  natural  de- 
ficiencies, that  France,  in  spite  of  the  loss  of 
some  of  her  most  highly  industrialized  dis- 
tricts, is  still,  for  purposes  both  of  war  and 
of  commerce,  a  great  manufacturing  nation, 
and  that  all  the  Allies  can  import  freely  what 
they  need  from  the  neutral  world? 

To  what  ubiquitous  and  unshakable  power, 
stretching  from  Iceland  to  the  Equator  and 
back  again,  guarding  all  oceans,  girdling  the 
whole  world,  are  these  miracles  due?  They 
are  due  to  just  one  thing — the  British  navy. 
Because  of  the  British  navy,  Germany  is  a 
beleagured  garrison,  her  strength  steadily, 
ceaselessly  sapping  away;  her  people  lan- 
guishing physically  under  the  stress  of  the 
blockade,  and  financially  and  economically 
under  the  total  loss  of  her  foreign  trade. 

Defeat  the  British  navy  and  the  war  is  over 
in  six  weeks.  There  lies  Germany's  nearest 
road,  not  only  to  peace,  but  to  full  and  final 
victory.  Take  away  from  the  Grand  Alliance 
the  support  of  the  British  navy  and  the  whole 
structure  collapses  into  nothingness. 


Figures  on  the  Melting  Pot 


Some  Interesting  Facts  With  Reference 
to  U.S.  hnmigration. 


IN  the  course  of  an  article  in  the  National 
Geographic  magazine,  the  following  inter- 
esting information  with  reference  to  immigra- 
tion in  the  United  States  is  brought  out: 

Who  can  estimate  our  debt  to  immigration  ? 
Thirty-three  million  people  have  made  the  long 
voyage  from  alien  shores  to  our  own  since  it 
was  proclaimed  that  all  men  are  born  free  and 
equal,  and  liberty's  eternal  fire  was  kindled 
first  on  American  soil!  It  is  as  if  half  the 
German  Empire  should  embark  for  America, 
or  all  of  England  except  the  county  of  Kent. 
It  is  as  if  all  of  the  population  of  all  of  the 
States  of  the  United  States  west  of  the  Mis- 
sissippi, plus  that  of  Alabama,  should  have 
come  bodily  to  America. 

History  records  no  similar  movement  of 
population  which  in  rapidity  or  volume  can 
equal  this.  Compared  to  it,  the  hordes  that 
invaded  Europe  from  Asia,  great  and  enorm- 
ous as  they  were,  were  insignificant. 

Of  the  33,000,000  who  have  come  more 
than  14,000,000  still  live  among  us,  and  their 
children  and  children's  children  are  now  in 
good  truth  bone  of  our  bone  and  blood  of 
our  blood. 

Not  long  ago  America  crossed  the  hun- 
dred-million line  in  the  number  of  its  citizens, 
and  it  is  interesting  to  note  the  composition 
of  that  population. 

To  begin  with,  there  are  11,000,000  col- 
ored people,  including  negroes,  Indians,  Chin- 


ese, etc.  Then  there  are  14,500,000  people  of 
foreign  birth  among  us.  In  addition  to  these, 
there  are  11,000,000  children  of  foreign-born 
fathers  and  mothers  and  6,500,000  children 
of  foreign-born  fathers  and  native  mothers,  or 
vice  versa.  When  all  of  these  have  been  de- 
ducted from  the  100,000,000,  only  54,000,000 
remain  of  full  white  native  ancestry. 

Yet  the  35,000,000  American  people  who  are 
of  foreign  stock — that  is,  foreign  born  or  the 
children  of  a  foreign-born  parent — include 
some  of  the  most  illustrious  citizens  of  our 
Republic.  Even  the  President  of  the  United 
States  himself  has  only  one  ancestor  who  was 
born  in  America,  and  the  list  is  long  and 
notable  of  statesmen,  captains  of  industry, 
leaders  of  finance,  inventors,  makers  of  litera- 
ture and  progress,  who  have  strains  of  blood 
not  more  than  one  generation  on  this  side  of 
the  sea. 

An  examination  of  the  statistics  of  Amer- 
ican immigration  shows  that  since  the  founda- 
tion of  our  government  the  United  Kingdom 
of  Great  Britain  and  Ireland  have  contributed 
8,400,000  of  her  people  and  Germany  more 
than  six  million.  Ireland,  with  more  than 
four  million;  Great  Britain,  with  a  little  less 
than  four  million,  and  Scandinavia,  with  some- 
thing less  than  two  million,  have  together  with 
Germany,  contributed  more  than  half  of  the 
total  immigration  to  our  shores  since  the 
beginning  of  the  Revolutionary  War. 

When  we  take  the  German  immigration  of 
the  United  States  between  1776  and  1890  and 
compare  it  with  that  from  other  countries,  a 
somewhat  startling  result,  and  one  usually 
unsuspected,  is  disclosed.     The  total  arrivals 


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of  aliens  in  those  114  years  aggregated 
15.689,000  of  whom  more  than  6,000,000  were 
British  and  Irish  and  5,125,000  were  Germans, 
which  shows  that  one  alien  out  of  every  three 
arriving  in  America  during  more  than  a  cen- 
tury of  our  existence  was  a  German.  Only 
the  United  Kingdom  shows  a  greater  pro- 
portion. 

Since  1890  the  trend  has  been  very  different. 
With  more  than  17,000,000  immigrant  arrivals 
since  that  date,  only  1,023,000  have  been  Ger- 
mans. If  from  this  number  a  proper  de- 
duction is  made  for  those  who  returned  to 
their  homeland  and  those  who  have  died  since 
their  arrival,  it  will  be  seen  that  there  are 
fewer  than  a  million  former  subjects  of  the 
Kaiser  in  this  country  who  have  not  been  here 
more  than  twenty-six  years.  Of  more  than 
8,000,000  people  of  German  birth  and  im- 
mediate ancestry  among  us,  less  than  1,000,- 
000  fail  to  have  the  back-ground  of  birth  or 
long  residence  in  America  behind  them. 

It  is  interesting  to  note  the  other  foreign 
elements  that  have  entered  into  the  make-up 
of  American  population  since  1776.  What  a 
wealth  of  blood  that  wonderful  little  island, 
Ireland,  has  given  us!  More  Irish  people  have 
crossed  the  seas  to  become  part  of  us  than 
have  remained  behind.  It  is  remarkable  that 
so  small  an  island — smaller.  Indeed,  than  the 
State  of  Maine — could  in  a  century  and  a  half 
send  us  enough  people  to  duplicate  the  present 
population  of  eleven  of  our  States  having  an 
aggregate  area  as  large  as  the  United  King- 
dom, France,  Germany,  and  Austria-Hungary 
together. 

Austria-Hungary  stands  next  on  the  list  of 
contributors  to  the  immigrant  stream  that  has 
flowed  from  Europe  to  America.  Although 
.^.ustro-Hungarians  began  to  immigrate  in 
considerable  numbers  only  when  the  arrivals 
from  western  Europe  had  began  to  fall  off, 
sufficient  have  come  from  the  dual  monarchy 
to  populate  the  State  of  Texas  to  its  present 
density.  Italy  has  sent  us  enough  of  her 
people  to  duplicate  the  population  of  Montana, 
Wyoming,  Idaho,  Oregan,  Nevada,  Utah, 
Colorado,  Arizona,  and  New  Mexico,  while 
England's  and  Scotland's  contribution, 
3,889,000  in  all,  together  with  Ireland's  4,500,- 
000,  gives  a  total  of  8,389,000,  or  plenty  to 
populate  all  of  the  States  lying  west  of 
Texas  and  the  Dakotas.  The  Russians  who 
have   come   to   our   shores   number   3,419,000. 


They  could  replace  one-half  of  the  population 
fo  New  England. 

Although  the  people  of  foreign  birth  con- 
stitute only  one-seventh  of  the  country's 
population,  they  contribute  nearly  one-fourth 
(22  per  cent)  of  the  arm-bearing  strength  of 
the  nation.  At  the  last  census  many  of  the 
States  had  a  greater  number  of  foreign-born 
men  of  arm-bearing  age  than  they  had  of 
native-ancestry  citizens,  among  them  Mas- 
sachusetts, Rhode  Island,  Connecticut,  New 
York,  New  Jersey,  Wisconsin,  Minnesota,  and 
North  Dakota.  Taking  the  States  where 
those  of  foreign  birth  and  their  sons  together 
constitute  a  major  portion  of  the  men  between 
the  ages  of  18  and  44,  it  will  be  found  that  the 
list  includes  the  above  States  and  the  follow- 
ing: New  Hampshire,  Pennsylvania,  Michigan, 
South  Dakota,  Nebraska,  Montana,  Idaho, 
Arizona,  Utah,  Nevada,  Washington,  and 
California — in  all  20  States.  We  have  con- 
siderably over  20,000,000  men  of  military  age 
in  the  United  States. 

Another  striking  fact  of  our  immigration 
situation  is  the  unusual  preference  of  the 
foreign  born  and  their  children  for  the  cities. 
Of  the  35,000,000  foreign-stock  whites  living 


in  the  United  States,  approximately  23,000,- 
000  live  in  the  cities.  In  only  14  of  the  BO 
leading  cities  of  the  country  do  the  whites 
of  full  native  parentage  constitute  as  much  as 
half  of  the  total  population.  Only  one-fifth 
of  the  population  of  New  York  and  Chicago  is 
of  native  white  ancestry.  Less  than  a  third 
of  the  populations  of  Boston,  Cleveland,  Pitts- 
burgh, Detroit,  Buffalo,  San  Franciso,  Mil- 
waukee, Newark,  St.  Paul,  Worcester,  Scran- 
ton,  Pater.son,  Fall  River,  Lowell,  Cambridge, 
and    Bridgeport   are   of   native   ancestry. 

Conditions  have  played  some  curious  pranks 
in  the  distribution  of  the  immigrant  popula- 
tion in  the  United  States.  More  than  two- 
thirds  of  the  Germans  live  between  the  Hud- 
son and  the  Mississippi  and  north  of  the  Ohio. 
The  same  is  true  of  the  Austrians,  the  Bel- 
gians, the  Hungarians,  the  Italians,  the 
Dutch,  the  Russians,  and  the  Welsh. 

New  York,  Pennslyvania,  and  New  Jersey 
have  47  per  cent  of  the  Austrians,  34  per  cent 
of  the  English,  30  per  cent  of  the  Germans,  54 
per  cent  of  the  Irish,  58  per  cent  of  the  Ital- 
ians, 56  per  cent  of  the  Russians,  34  per  cent 
of  the  Dutch,  and  46  per  cent  of  the  Welsh  in 
the  United  States. 


An  Exodus  to  Europe 


People  in  America  May  Return  Across 
the  Sea. 


THAT  the  end  of  the  war  will  see  an  exodus 
of  people  from  the  United  States  to 
Europe  is  the  opinion  expressed  by  Frederic 
C.  Howe  in  the  course  of  an  article  in  Harper's 
Magazine.     He  gives  his  reason  as  follows: 

The  European  War  has  forced  many  new 
problems  upon  us.  And  one  of  these  is  the 
relation  of  people  to  the  land.  Of  one  thing, 
at  least,  we  may  be  certain — that  with  the 
ending  of  the  war  there  will  be  a  competition 
for  men,  a  competition  not  only  by  the  ex- 
hausted Powers  of  Europe,  but  by  Canada, 
Australia  and  America  as  well.  Europe  will 
endeavor  to  keep  its  able-bodied  men  at  home. 
They  will  be  needed  for  reconstruction   pur- 


poses. There  will  be  little  immigration  out 
of  France,  for  France  is  a  nation  of  home- 
owning  peasants  and  France  has  never  con- 
tributed in  material  numbers  to  our  popula- 
tion. The  same  is  true  of  Germany.  Germany 
is  the  most  highly  socialized  state  in  Europe. 
The  state  owns  the  railways,  many  mines, 
and  great  stretches  of  land.  In  England  too 
the  state  has  been  socialized  to  a  remarkable 
extent  as  a  result  of  the  war.  Russia  and 
Austria-Hungary  have  undergone  something 
of  the  same  transformation.  When  the  war 
is  over  these  countries  will  probably  endeavor 
to  mobilize  their  men  and  women  for  industry 
as  they  previously  mobilized  them  for  war. 
And  in  so  far  as  tiiey  are  able  to  adjust  credit 
and  assistance  to  their  people,  they  will  strive 
to  keep  them  at  home. 

But  that  is  not  all.  Millions  of  men  have 
been  killed  or  incapacitated.  Poland,  Galicia, 
parts  of  Hungary  and  Russia  have  been  de- 


— Cesare  in  New.  York  Evening  Post. 
"A  Masterful  Retreat!" 


— Cesare  in  New  York  Evening  Post. 
He  Mourns  Dear  Enemy. 


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vastated.  Many  nobles  who  owned  the  great 
estates  have  been  killed.  Many  of  them  are 
bankrupt.  Their  land  holdings  may  be  broken 
up  into  small  farms.  The  state  can  only  go 
on,  taxes  can  only  be  collected  if  industry  and 
agriculture  are  brought  back  to  life.  And 
the  nations  of  Europe  are  turning  their  atten- 
tion to  a  consciously  worked  out  agricultural 
programme  for  putting  the  returning  soldiers 
back  on  the  land.  Not  only  that,  but  reports 
from  steamship  and  railroad  companies  in- 
dictatethat  large  numbers  of  men  are  planning 
to  return  to  Europe  after  the  war.  The 
estimates,  based  upon  investigation,  run  as 
high  as  a  million  men.  Poles  and  Hungar- 
ians are  imbued  with  the  idea  that  land  will 
be  cheap  in  Europe  and  that  the  savings  they 
have  accumulated  in  this  country  can  be  used 
for  the  purchase  of  small  holdings  in  their 
native  country;  through  the  possession  of 
which  their  social  and  economic  status  will  be 
materially  improved. 

I  have  no  doubt  but  that  the  years  which 
follow  the  ending  of  the  war  will  see  an  exodus 
from  this  country  which  may  be  as  great  as 
the  incoming  tide  in  the  years  of  our  highest 


immigration.  Along  with  this  exodus  to  Eur- 
ope, Canada  will  endeavor  to  repeople  her 
land.  Western  Canada  especially  is  working 
out  an  agricultural  and  land  programme.  Even 
before  the  war  her  provinces  had  removed 
taxes  from  houses  and  improvements  and 
were  increasing  the  taxes  upon  vacant  land 
speculation.  And  this  policy  will  probably  be 
largely  extended  after  the  war  is  over.  Eng- 
land, too,  is  developing  a  comprehensive  land 
policy,  and  is  placing  returning  soldiers  upon 
the  land  under  conditions  similar  to  those  pro- 
vided in  the  Irish  Land  Purchase  Act.  It  is 
not  improbable  that  the  war  will  be  followed 
by  a  breaking  up  of  many  of  the  great  estates 
in  England  and  the  settlement  of  many  men 
upon  the  land  in  farm  colonies,  such  as  have 
been  worked  out  in  Denmark  and  Germany. 
Even  prior  to  the  war  Germany  had  placed 
hundreds  of  thousands  of  persons  upon  the 
state-owned  farms  and  on  private  estates 
which  had  been  acquired  by  the  government 
for  this  purpose.  Over  $400,000,000  has  been 
appropriated  for  the  purpose  of  encouraging 
home-ownership  in  Germany  during  recent 
years. 


Mark  Twain's  Brother 


Eccentric  Career  of  Orion  Clemens  as 
Told  by  the  Author. 


MARK  TWAIN'S  humor  was  sometimes 
shown  to  best  advantage  in  his  letters. 
Harper's  Magazine  publishes  a  series  of  his 
letters  to  William  Dean  Howells,  written  dur- 
ing the  time  that  the  latter  was  editing  the 
Atlantic  Monthly.  It  is  impossible  to  quote 
other  than  a  mere  fragment  from  them,  but 
one  bit  stands  out  as  a  gem,  his  description  of 
the  career  of  his  eccentric  brother,  Orion  Cle- 
mens. He  writes  to  urge  that  Howells'  In- 
troduce Orion  into  one  of  his  books  and  tells 
something  of  Orion's  life  as  follows: 

"Observe  Orion's  career — that  is,  a  little 
of  it:  He  has  belonged  to  as  many  as  five  dif- 
ferent religious  denominations;  last  March  he 
withdrew  from  the  deaconship  in  a  Congre- 
gational Church  and  the  superintendency  of 
its  Sunday  school,  in  a  speech  in  which  he 
said  that  for  many  months  (it  runs  in  my 
mind  that  he  said  13  years)  he  had  been  a 
confirmed  infidel,  and  so  felt  it  to  be  his  duty 
to  retire  from  the  flock. 

"2.  After  being  a  Republican  for  years, 
he  wanted  me  to  buy  him  a  Democratic  news- 
paper. A  few  days  before  the  Presidential 
election,  he  came  out  in  a  speech  and  publicly 
went  over  to  the  Democ;:ats;  he  prudently 
hedged  by  voting  for  6  state  Republicans,  also. 

"The  new  convert  was  made  one  of  the 
secretaries  of  the  Democratic  meeting,  and 
placed  in  the  list  of  speakers.  He  wrote  me 
'  jubilantly  of  what  a  ten-strike  he  was  going 
to  make  with  that  speech.  All  right — but 
think  of  his  innocent  and  pathetic  candor  in 
writing  me  something  like  this,  a  week  later: 

"  'I  was  more  diffident  than  I  had  expected 
to  be,  and  this  was  increased  by  the  silence 
with  which  I  was  received  when  I  came  for- 
ward; so  I  seemed  unable  to  get  the  fire  into 
my  speech  which  I  had  calculated  upon,  and 
presently  they  began  to  get  up  and  go  out; 
and  in  a  few  minutes  they  all  rose  up  and 
went  away.' 

"How  could  a  man  uncover  such  a  sore  as 
that  and  show  it  to  another?  Not  a  word  of 
complaint,  you  see — only  a  patient,  sad  sur- 
prise. 

"3.  His  next  project  was  to  write  a  burlesque 
upon  'Paradise  Lost.' 

"4.  Then,  learning  that  the  Times  was  pay- 
ing Harte  $100  a  column  for  stories,  he  con- 
cluded to  write  some  for  the  same  price.  I 
read  his  first  one  and  persuaded  him  not  to 
write  any  more. 

"5.  Then  he  read  proof  on  the  New  York 
Evening  Post  at  $10  a  week  and  meekly  ob- 
served that  the  foreman  swore  at  him  and 
ordered  him  around  'like  a  steamboat  mate.' 

"6.  Being  discharged  from  that  post,  he 
wanted  to  try  agriculture — was  sure  he  could 


make  a  fortune  out  of  a  chicken  farm.  I 
gave  him  $900  and  he  went  to  a  ten-house 
village  two  miles  above  Keokuk  on  the  river 
bank — this  place  was  a  railway  station.  He 
soon  asked  for  money  to  buy  a  horse  and 
light  wagon — because  the  trains  did  not  run 
at  church  time  on  Sunday  and  his  wife  found 
it  rather  far  to  walk. 

"For  a  long  time  I  answered  demands  for 
'loans'  and  by  next  mail  always  received  his 
cheque  for  the  interest  due  me  to  date.  In 
the  most  guileless  way  he  let  it  leak  out  that 
he  did  not  underestimate  the  value  of  his 
custom  to  me,  since  it  was  not  likely  that  any 
other  customer  of  mine  paid  his  interest 
quarterly,  and  this  enabled  me  to  use  my 
capital  twice  in  six  months  instead  of  only 
once.  But  also,  when  the  debt  reached  $1,800 
or  $2,500  (I  have  forgotten  which)  the  inter- 
est ate  too  formidably  into  his  borrowings, 
and  so  he  quietly  ceased  to  pay  it  or  speak  of 
it.  At  the  end  of  two  years  I  found  that  the 
chicken  farm  had  long  ago  been  abandoned, 
and  he  had  moved  into  Keokuk.  Later,  in 
one  of  his  casual  moments,  he  observed  that 
there  was  no  money  in  fattening  a  chicken  on 
65  cents  worth  of  corn  and  then  selling  it 
for  50. 

"7.  Finally,  if  I  would  lend  him  $500  a  year 
for  two  years  (this  was  4  or  5  years  ago)  he 
knew  he  could  make  a  success  as  a  lawyer, 
and  would  prove  it.  This  is  the  pension  which 
we  have  just  increased  to  $600.  The  first 
year  his  legal  business  brought  him  $5.  It 
also  brought  him  an  unremunerative  case 
where  some  villains  were  trying  to  chouse 
some  negro  ophans  out  of  $700.  He  still  has 
this  case.  He  has  waggled  it  around  through 
various  courts  and  made  some  booming 
speeches  on  it.  The  negro  children  have  grown 
up  and  married  oflF,  now,  I  believe,  and  their 
litigated  town-lot  has  been  dug  up  and  carted 
off  by  somebody — but  Orion  still  infests  the 
courts  with  his  documents  and  makes  the 
welkin  ring  with  his  venerable  case.  The 
second  year  he  didn't  make  anything.  The 
third  he  made  $6  and  I  made  Bliss  put  a  case 
in  his  hands — about  half  an  hour's  work. 
Orion  charged  $50  for  it — Bliss  paid  him  $15. 
Thus  four  or  five  years  of  lawing  has  brought 
him  $26,  but  this  will  doubtless  be  increased 
when  he  gets  done  lecturing  and  buys  that 
'law  library.'  Meanwhile  his  office  rent  has 
been  $60  a  year  and  he  has  stuck  to  that  lair 
day  by  day  as  natiently  as  a  spider. 

"8.  Then  he  by  and  by  conceived  the  idea 
of  lecturing  around  America  as  'Mark  Twain'."! 
Brother' — that  to  be  on  the  bills.  Subject 
of  proposed  lecture,  'On  the  Formation  of 
Character,' 

"9.  I  protested,  and  he  got  on  his  war-paint, 
couched  his  lance,  and  ran  a  bold  tilt  against 
total  abstinence  and  the  Red  Ribbon  fanatics. 
It  raised  a  fine  row  among  the  virtuous  Keo- 
kukins. 

"10.  I  wrote  to  encourage  him  in  his  good 
work,  but  I  had  let  a  mail  intervene;  so  by 
the  time  my  letter  reached  him  he  was  al- 


ready winning  laurels  as  a  Red  Ribbon 
Howler. 

"11.  Afterwards  he  took  a  rabid  part  in  a 
prayer-meeting  epidemic;  dropped  that  to 
travesty  Jules  Verne;  dropped  that,  in  the 
middle  of  the  last  chapter,  last  March,  to 
digest  the  matter  of  an  infidel  book  which  he 
proposed  to  write;  and  now  he  comes  to  the 
surface  to  rescue  our  'noble  and  beautiful 
religion'  from  the  sacrilegious  talons  of  Bob 
IngersoU. 

"Now  come!  Don't  fool  away  this  trea- 
sure which  Providence  has  laid  at  your  feet, 
but  take  it  up  and  use  it.  One  can  let  his 
imagination  run  riot  in  portraying  Orion,  for 
there  is  nothing  so  extravagant  as  to  be  out 
of  character  with  him." 


How  Batteries  Are 
Hidden 

Ingenious  Methods  of  "Masking"   Guns 
Behind  the  Lines. 


A  LTHOUGH  the  guns  behind  the  British 
■^*-  lines  are  said  to  be  so  numerous  that 
they  could  almost  be  placed  in  a  line  wheel 
to  wheel  stretching  from  the  coast  to  Switzer- 
land, the  fact  remains  that  one  may  approach 
the  front  lines  without  seeing  any  trace  of 
artillery  in  action.  In  th?  course  of  an  article 
in  the  Windsor  Magazine,  dealing  with  the 
work  of  the  British  artillery,  H.  D.  Girdwood 
explains  by  a  description  of  the  elaborate  and 
ingenious  methods  of  "masking"  batteries.  He 
says: 

It  may  come  as  a  surprise  to  many  readers 
to  know  that  as  one  motors  in  the  firing  zone, 
or,  nearer  the  treaches,  proceeds  on  foot  over 
roads  along  which  it  is  far  too  dangerous  for 
cars  to  go,  one  rarely  spots  our  guns  any- 
where. You  may  walk  by  a  hedge,  fence,  or 
a  thicket,  and  never  dream  that  it  masks  an 
entire  battery. 

I  have  often  had  the  greatest  difficulty,  even 
after  seeing  the  flash  of  a  gun,  in  locating 
a  particular  battery.  We  have  all  grown  ac- 
customed to  the  many  disguises,  such  as  paint- 
ing the  guns  to  resemble  branches  and  trunks 
of  trees,  which  were  used  even  here  before 
the   batteries   went   across   to   Prance. 

Unless  one  has  been  in  the  battle  zone, 
it  is  impossible  to  realize  how  cleverly  the 
guns  are  masked.  To  visit  a  concentration 
area,  after  three  or  four  months  of  work,  even 
to  one  well  trained  in  topography,  is  a  reve- 
lation. Roads  and  light  railways  seem  to 
radiate  in  every  direction.  Farmyards  every- 
where in  the  neighborhood  are  billeted  with 
gunners  and  drivers,  and  the  roads  teem  with 
long  strings  of  motor  lorries. 

As  the  infantryman  in  the  front-line 
trenches  has  his  dug-outs,  to  which  he  pro- 
ceeds during  bombardments,  so  his  brother 
in  the  artillery  has  his  own  "funk-hole,"  to 
which  he  retires  on  occasion.  Many  pleasant 
hours  has  the  writer  spent  in  these  dug-outs 
while  German  shells  were  whistling  overhead. 
These  "funk-holes,"  however,  take  a  lot  of  get- 
ting used  to  before  one  can  appreciate  a  rest 
in  them,  especially  with  our  own  batteries 
firing  at  one's  very  elbows.  The  earth  seems 
to  tremble  with  each  recoil  of  our  guns,  ren- 
dering sleep  well-nigh  impossible  for  the  new- 
comer. 

Whether  the  artillery  observation  officer 
is  away  in  some  shell-crater  in  "No  Man's 
Land,"  or  in  the  fire  and  assembly  trench, 
or  perched  aloft,  cleverly  concealed  in  some 
tree  or  sand-bagged  terrace  of  a  ruined  build- 
ing, he  is  equally  valuable  as  the  eye  for 
his  battery.  Perchance  the  CO.  may  be  de- 
pending on  that  tiny  speck  of  an  aeroplane 
over  the  Boche  lines.  In  any  case,  the  targets 
having  been  duly  registered  during  periods 
of  inactivity,  the  degree  of  destruction  during 
the  terrific  bombardment  preceding  an  attack 
is  carefully  telephoned  or  signalled  to  the 
gunners  at  frequent  intervals.  It  is  com- 
puted that,  in  the  battle  of  the  Somme,  some 


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of  our  pruns  averaged  no  less  than  fourteen 
thousand  rounds  during  the  bombardment 
which  flattened  out  the  Hun's  trenches,  de- 
stroyed his  barbed  wire  entanglements,  and 
maintained  such  a  triple  barrage  that  he  was 
unable  to  counter-attack.  "Ah,"  said  a  gun- 
ner in  a  certain  battery,  "we  are  only  giving 
the  Germans  a  little  of  their  own  back  that 
they  gave  us  in  those  terrible  days  at  Mons, 
when  we  were  outmatched  by  four  to  one, 
and  my  battery  had  but  one  gun  left,  and  only 
two  of  us  to  fire  it!" 


Christians  In  Society 

Can  a  Consistent  Believer  Take  Part  in 
Social  Functions? 


f~^  AN  A  consistent  Christian  remain  in 
^-^  society?  This  question  is  often  asked 
and  has,  in  the  answering,  created  much  bit- 
terness and  dissension.  Charles  Edward  Jef- 
ferson, D.D.,  pastor  of  Broadway  Tabernacle, 
New  York,  essays  an  answer  in  Woman's 
Home  Companion  and  succeeds  in  establish- 
ing the  primary  fact  that  Christianity  in 
society  is  practicable.  He  succeeds  also  in 
smoothing  away  certain  ideas  with  reference 
to  the  attitude  of  the  Christian  who  essays  to 
remain  in  society  which  have  done  much 
to  cloud  the  issue.    He  then  proceeds: 

A  wise  man  long  ago  said  this:  "To  every- 
thing there  is  a  season,  and  a  time  to  every 
purpose  under  the  heaven;  a  time  to  weep,  and 
a  time  to  laugh;  a  time  to  mourn,  and  a  time 
to  dance;  a  time  to  cast  away  stones,  and  a 
time  to  gather  stones  together;  a  time  to  em- 
brace, and  a  time  to  refrain  from  embracing; 
a  time  to  get,  and  a  time  to  lose;  a  time 
to  keep,  and  a  time  to  cast  away;  a  time  to 
rend,  and  a  time  to  sew;  a  time  to  keep  silence, 
and  a  time  to  speak."  And  if  the  wise  man 
had  cared  to  go  on,  he  could  have  added  that 
there  is  a  time  for  afternoon  teas,  and  a  time 
for  missionary  meetings;  a  time  for  receptions 
and  a  time  for  the  sacrament  of  the  Lord's 
Supper;  a  time  to  pray,  and  a  time  to  chat 
and  joke  with  one's  friends;  a  time  to  sing 
hymns,  and  a  time  to  engage  in  social  amuse- 
ments; a  time  to  read  the  Bible,  and  a  time 
to  enjoy  a  sumptuous  dinner.  We  err  when 
we  assume  that  a  function  is  godless  because 
it  is  not  draped  in  the  symbols  of  religion. 
We  can  do  all  sorts  of  things  to  the  glory  of 
God,  as  the  Apostle  Paul  reminds  us,  even 
such  prosaic  and  mundane  things  as  eating 
and  drinking. 

Nor  can  society  use  the  methods  of  Prophets 
and  Apostles  to  accomplish  its  ends.  A  man 
in  society  is  not  under  obligation  to  imitate 
the  methods  of  Moses  or  Elijah  or  John  the 
Baptist.  The  dinner  table  is  no  place  for  de- 
nunciation, nor  is  the  parlor  a  suitable  forum 
for  debate.  It  is  absurd  to  accuse  society  of 
being  superficial  and  worldly  because  men  and 
women  in  their  social  recreations  do  not  dis- 
cuss problems  in  theology,  and  carry  on  a  pro- 
paganda or  moral  reform.  The  true  aim  is  the 
same  in  society  and  in  Church — the  enlarging 
and  enrichment  of  life,  the  extension  of  the 
reign  of  sympathy  and  good-will — but  what  is 
accomplished  in  one  way  in  the  Church  will 
be  accomplished  in  another  way  in  society. 
"God  fulfills  himself  in  many  ways  lest  one 
good  custom  should  corrupt  the  world."  For 
a  Christian  at  a  social  function  to  talk  to 
people  about  their  souls  would  be  not  only  bad 
manners,  but  also  an  exhibition  of  a  lack  of 
common  sense.  It  converts  one  into  a  nuis- 
ance to  act  upon  the  idea  that  one  must  always 
be  doing  the  same  thing  in  the  same  way. 
Sundry  religious  workers  would  be  greatly 
helped  by  a  few  seasons  in  society.  They 
would  lose  some  of  their  boorishness — which  is 
not  a  Christian  virtue — and  would  make  ad- 
vancement in  the  difficult  art  of  making  them- 
selves agreeable.  Conduct  is  not  necessarily 
godless  because  the  name  of  God  is  not  men- 
tioned. We  are  in  the  way  of  Christian  ser- 
vice when  we  are  adding  by  our  spirit  and 
conversation  to  the  agreeableness  of  life.  The 
world   needs   a  deal  of  sweetening,  and   this 


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HAVE  no  fear  of  wash- 
ing your  fine  linens, 
laces,  draperies  and  delicate 
garments  as  often  as  you 
wish  if  you  use  the  mild, 
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process  is  carried  on  by  men  and  women  who 
meet  in  the  exchanges  and  amenities  of  social 
intercourse.  Society  is  not  necessarily  of  the 
evil  one  because  it  pays  attention  to  the  out- 
side of  the  cup  and  the  platter.  There  is  no 
reason  why  the  outside  of  life  should  be  al- 
lowed to  become  unkempt  and  drab.  The 
appreciation  and  cultivation  of  the  beautiful 
is  one  of  the  Christian  duties  often  neglected. 
Satisfaction  in  beautiful  houses,  delight  in 
beautiful  dresses,  pleasure  in  beautiful  de- 
corations, joy  in  beautiful  music  and  paint- 
ings —  these  are  not  evidences  of  a  heart 
estranged  from  God.  The  love  of  the  beauti- 
ful ought  to  be  cultivated  as  well  as  the  love 
of  the  true  and  the  good. 

But  society,  like  all  the  other  kingdoms  of 
life,  has  in  it  the  seeds  of  corruption.  Unless 
safeguarded  and  revivified  it  inevitably  tends 
to  degenerate.  Human  nature  has  a  strong 
lurch  in  the  direction  of  the  physical  and  the 
sensuous  and  the  frivolous.  Men  and  women 
alike  easily  lose  their  heads,  they  readily  go 
to  extremes.  Some  men  go  half  crazy  over 
money,  some  women  go  completely  crazy  over 
society  fads.  The  stupid-headed  and  the  shal- 
low-hearted are  everywhere,  and  it  is  in 
society  that  they  often  give  the  sorriest  ex- 
hibitions of  themselves.  There  is  a  constant 
tendency  toward  lavish  display,  and  a  mighty 
push  toward  barbaric  extravagance.  Society 
has  its  rivalries  as  business  has  its  compe- 
titions. These  rivalries  often  lead  to  fooleries, 
and  finally  end  in  disaster.  There  are  forces 
in  society  always  working  in  favor  of  physical 
and  intellectual  dissipation.  Excess  comes 
easily.  Society  in  many  a  city  is  a  wild  whirl- 
pool in  which  multitudes  of  women  are 
wrecked  both  in  body  and  in  spirit.  Society, 
unless  held  in  check  by  men  of  character  and 
women  of  common  sense,  is  certain  to  follow 
the  example  of  the  Gadarene  swine  and  rush 
violently  down   to  destruction. 

Here  then  is  an  opportunity  for  a  Chris- 
tian. Here  is  a  piece  of  the  Heavenly  Father's 
business  which  Christians  should  attend  to. 
Here  is  an  arena  in  which  one  can  save  his 
soul  by  having  others.  Here  is  a  call  for 
social  service.  Social  service  is  larger  than 
we  think.  To  many  it  is  teaching  poor  girls 
how  to  sew,  and  interesting  poor  boys  in  tak- 
ing a  bath.  But  holding  the  tone  of  society 
high — that  is  social  service  of  the  most  mo- 
mentous sort. 


Business  Morals  in 
Russia 

Punctilious  Honesty  Shown  in  the  New 
Republic. 


AN  INTERESTING  pronouncement  on  the 
score  of  the  business  morals  of  the  Rus- 
sian people  is  made  editorially  by  World's 
Work.  That  Russian  business  men  are  punc- 
tiliously honest  is  the  point  made  in  the  fol- 
lowing paragraphs. 

Bankers  who  have  been  in  Russia  and  made 
careful  inquiry  about  these  matters  say  that 
the  Russian  people  will  never  consider  de- 
faulting on  an  obligation;  that  they  do  not 
know  the  meaning  of  default  or  repudiation 
of  debt.  They  may  at  times  need  renewal  of 
credit,  but  there  is  never  any  thought  of  not 
paying  what  they  owe.  For  that  reason  there 
is  not  likely  to  be  any  debate  in  Russia,  as 
there  was  in  this  country  after  the  Civil  War, 
regarding  the  payment  of  government  obliga- 
tions. Russia  is  now  largely  on  a  paper 
currency  basis  because  of  successive  issues  of 
legal  tender  notes  to  meet  war  expenses,  and 
it  is  evident  that  it  will  take  time  and  cour- 
age to  bring  it  back  to  a  sound  monetary 
standard.  Those  at  the  head  of  the  new 
Government,  however,  have  already  signified 
their  intention  to  meet  all  financial  obliga- 
tions. 

Our  present  stake  in  Russia  is  a  compara- 
tively small  one.  Since  the  war  started,  two 
external  loans  totaling  $75,000,000  have  been 
placed  here,  and  American  investors  are  be- 
lieved  to  have  purchased  about  $100,000,000, 


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r  value,  of  internal  loan  bonds.  Bank 
■dits  of  about  $75,000,000  more  bring  the 
:al  up  to  approximately  $250,000,000.  This 
npares  with  the  more  than  $1,000,000,000 
British  Government  obligations  taken  since 
',  war  started  and  the  more  than  $725,- 
D,000  of  French. 


Save  the  Horseshoe 


Fall 


an  to  Preserve  the  Scenic  Beauty  With- 
out Interfering  With  National 
Power  Service. 


HE  world-renowned  "Horseshoe  Fall"  at 
Niagara  is  no  longer  a  horseshoe.  For 
ars  it  has  been  wearing  down  into  an  acute 
igle  until  the  water  at  its  sides  forms  cata- 
lets  that  almost  face  each  other  and  mingle 
a  great  welter  of  foam  and  spray.  More- 
*er,  this  part  of  the  Fall  appears  to  be  de- 
pfering  just  now  a  much  smaller  volume  of 
Bter  than  it  did  a  score  of  years  or  more 
ro.  The  responsibility,  says  The  Literary 
igest,  has  been  almost  universally  laid  on 
e  diversion  of  the  water  for  power  develop- 
ent. 

Based  on  this  theory,  public  opinion  has 
len  arrayed  against  the  proposition  to  di- 
iTt  additional  water;  and  in  recent  years 
tention  has  been  directed  to  schemes  for 
itaining  power  from  other  sources,  such  as 
e  Whirlpool  Rapids.  John  Lyell  Harper,  a 
ell-known  engineer,  has  just  published  a 
imphlet  entitled  "The  Suicide  of  the  Horse- 
loe  Fall,"  in  which  he  maintains  that  the 
minution  in  flow  is  only  apparent,  and  is  due 
the  changes  in  the  contour  of  the  precipice, 
e  effect  of  which  is  to  concentrate  the  flow 
the  centre  so  that  a  smaller  proportion  is 
scharged  at  the  sides.  We  quote  from  a  re« 
ew  of  Mr.  Harper's  pamphlet  in  Engineer- 
g  News  (New  York,  December  14).  Says 
is  paper: 

"The  visitor  at  Niagara  who  views  the  Fall 
cm  Goat  Island  now  sees  a  huge  mass  of 
lid  green  water  plunging  over  the  preci- 
ce  at  the  top  of  the  horseshoe,  while  only  a 
in  veil  of  water  flows  over  at  the  sides.  It 
obvious  that  with  the  concentration  of  the 
iw  in  the  centre  of  the  stream,  erosion  there 
nds  continually  to  become  more  and  more 
pid,  and  the  concentration  of  flow  at  that 
int  becomes  still  greater.  Mr.  Harper  says: 
"  'An  entire  cessation  of  the  diversion  of 
iter  from  the  river  for  power  would  not  re- 
rd  the  self-destruction  of  the  horseshoe 
rm,  but  would  rather  tend  to  accelerate  it. 
)  negative  action  can  preserve  the  horse- 
oe,  but  positive  action  must  be  taken  with 
urage  and  intelligence,  and  as  soon  as  pos- 
)le,  so  that  the  greatest  scenic  spectacle  in 
e  United  States  may  not  be  allowed  to  com- 
t   suicide. 

"  'It  should  be  the  policy  of  those  control- 
ig  the  falls  at  Niagara  to  have  constructed 
the  bed  of  the  river,  above  the  Horseshoe 
ill,  invisible  current  deflectors  which  would 
jke  impossible  the  gathering  of  the  whole 
■rer  into  a  deep,  narrow  gorge,  and  would 
;ain  deflect  the  water  over  the  sides  and 
els  of  a  re-established  horseshoe. 
"  'This  would  not  only  improve  the  present 
ectacle,  but  would  cause  the  whole  contour 
the  fall  to  wear  uniformly,  so  that  coming 
nerations  in  viewing  its  beauty  may  also 
.ve  before  their  eyes  the  emblem  of  good 
ck.' 

"Mr.  Harper  further  points  out  that  the 
merican  Fall,  on  the  eastern  side  of  Goat 
land,  delivers  only  6  per  cent,  of  the  total 
IW  of  the  river,  yet  it  forms  at  least  a 
larter  of  the  total  scenic  spectacle.  If  the 
iw  of  the  river  in  the  Canadian  channel  were 


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spread  around  the  whole  length  of  the  horse- 
shoe, as  it  is  along  the  crest  of  the  American 
Fall,  Mr.  Harper  believes  that  not  more  than 
35  per  cent,  of  the  total  discharge  of  the  river 
so  distributed  would  cover  the  entire  pre- 
cipice at  the  Horseshoe  Fall  with  a  cascade 
more  than  twice  as  deep  as  that  of  the  present 
American  Fall,  and  would  produce  a  scenic 
effect  equal  in  grandeur  and  greater  in  ex- 
-tent  than  the  present  Fall. 

"Mr.  Harper  is  chief  engineer  of  the  Hy- 
draulic Power  Company  of  Niagara,  and  is  a 
member  of  the  American  Societies  of  Mech- 
anical Engineers,  Civil  Engineers,  and  Elec- 
trical Engineers,  and  the  Electrochemical 
Society.  He  makes  no  suggestion  in  his 
pamphlet  as  to  the  methods  by  which  the 
'invisible  current  deflectors'  which  he  pro- 
poses could  be  constructed  in  the  bed  of  the 
river  above  the  Horseshoe  Fall.  Those  who 
have  visited  Niagara  and  witnessed  the  wild 
torrent  of  water  which  sweeps  down  the  rapids 
above  the  falls  can  form  a  conception  of  the 
heroic  task  that  would  be  involved  in  build- 
ing any  structure  in  these  seething  waters 
which  could  withstand  them. 


Japan  and  Germany 

Will  Friendly  Relations  Between  Them 
Follow  the  War? 


A  TUCH  discussion  has  followed  the  now 
•'■'^-'famous  "break"  of  Herr  von  Zimmerman 
in  suggesting  an  alliance  with  Mexico  and 
Japan  against  the  United  States.  The  Jap- 
anese have  repudiated  all  knowledge  of  the 
matter  and  their  denial  is  accepted  unquali- 
fiedly by  all  who  have  stopped  to  consider  the 
position  of  the  Island  Kingdom.  However, 
Japanese  writers  are  now  freely  discussing 
the  position  that  Nippon  will  take  after  the 
war.  Fairly  representative  of  the  general 
opinion  is  that  expressed  by  K.  K.  Kawakami 
in  the  course  of  an  article  in  The  Forum.  He 
reviews  the  reasons  for  Japan's  hostility  to 
Germany,  but  it  will  be  observed  that  in  his 
closing  paragraphs  he  states  frankly  that  this 
hostility  need  not  continue  in  the  future. 
It  depends,  apparently  on  Germany;  also, 
although  this  in  not  suggested,  on  Britain 
and  the  United  States.    He  concludes: 

If  a  German-Japanese  rapprochement  is  to 
follow  the  War,  the  Wilhelmstrasse  must  en- 
tirely abandon  the  tactics  which  it  has  hitherto 
practised  in  the  Far-East.  Fortunately  both 
for  Japan  and  for  Germany,  there  ie  grow- 
ing evidence  that  such  a  modification  of  Ger- 
man policies  will  not  be  slow  in  coming. 
Admiral  von  Truppel,  whom  we  have  already 
quoted,  frankly  admits  that  German  work  in 
China  can  no  longer  be  carried  on  without 
taking  Japan  into  consideration." 

Once  Germany  frankly  admits  her  past 
blunders  and  shows  an  earnest  desire  to  "make 
up"  with  Japan,  there  is  no  reason  why  the 
latter  would  not  respond.  Indeed,  the  gradual 
change  of  attitude  which  the  German  press 
and  publicists  have  of  late  displayed  in  favor 
of  Japan  had,  until  the  unfortunate  Zimmer- 
mann  occurrence,  been  highly  appreciated  in 
Tokyo.  It  is,  of  course,  too  early  to  predict 
what  the  post-bellum  alignment  of  the  Powers 
will  be,  but  it  is  certain  that  when  Germany 
abandons  her  political  ambitions  in  China  and 
concentrates  her  energies  in  the  development 
of  her  colonial  interests  in  Africa  and  other 
countries  close  to  the  Fatherland,  Japan  will 
be  glad  to  co-operate  with  Germany  in  the 
commercial  development  of  China.  With 
Japanese  tutorage  leading  China  into  the  path 
of  progress  and  higher  civilization,  Germany 
will  find  a  large  new  outlet  for  those  machin- 
eries and  manufactures  stamped  with  the 
German   mark. 

This  seems  obvious  from  Germany's  experi- 
ence in  Japan,  where  her  export  in  the  past 
fifteen  years  rose  from  practically  nothing  to 
the  sum  of  $34,197,000. 


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A  German  Republic  ? 

//  the  Teutons  are  Turning  Democratic 
Let  Them  Prove  It. 


IM  THE  course  of  a  vigorous  editorial  pro- 
nouncement,   Collier's    Weekly   deals   with 
the  outward  semblance  of  democracy  that  Ger- 
I  many    has    professed    and    puts    forward    the 
i  suggestion  that  the  world  demands  proofs  and 
j'  not  protestations.     The  editorial  reads: 

!■  It  may  be  that  the  Allies  are  in  a  bad  state, 
I.  that  England  is  starving,  France  exhausted, 
}  Germany  victorious  all  along  the  line.  We 
have  no  sources  of  exact  information,  but  are 
I  forced  to  go  for  the  hardest  facts  to  news- 
papers that  destroyed  England  by  means  of 
Zeppelins  two  years  ago  and  surrendered 
Paris  to  Von  Kluck  as  early  as  September, 
1914.  On  the  other  hand,  faith  in  these  asser- 
tions is  sometimes  shaken  by  intimations  from 
German  sources  that  would  seem  to  indicate 
anything  but  a  victorious  feeling  or  even  a 
remote  hope  of  victory.  Imagine  a  trium- 
phant Germany  suggesting  peace!  Yet  the 
German  peace  propaganda  in  this  country  has 
started  even  earlier  than  Collier's  predicted. 
This  Government  had  hardly  warmed  up  to 
the  war,  there  had  been  .scarcely  time  to  make 
contracts  for  submarine  chasers,  before  friends 
md  agents  of  Germany  began  to  talk  of  "peace 
arrangements  agreeable  to  the  interests  of 
both  nations."  In  New  York  there  are  a 
number  of  pro-German  newspapers.  There 
is  one  in  particular  which  was  so  distinctly  in 
the  propaganda  that  it  became  a  public  nuis- 
ance. After  war  was  declared  against  Ger- 
many it  was  quiet  for  a  few  days,  probably 
from  a  judicious  regard  for  its  own  safety. 
Then  it  crept  out  of  its  hole  to  propose  an 
immediate  peace  "based  on  an  alliance  be- 
tween Germany,  Great  Britain,  and  the  United 
States" — an  exquisite  idea,  but  not  one  that 
conveys  a  note  of  triumph. 

Abroad  there  are  other  signs  that  while 
victory  is  sweet  there  can  be  too  much  of  it. 
It  is  palling  on  this  meek  and  Christian 
dynasty.  It  seems  as  if  they  would  almost 
welcome  the  homely  fare  of  defeat.  Nothing 
is  more  certain  than  that  the  autocracy  has 
aa  firm  a  grip  as  ever  on  public  opinion  in 
Germany.  What  is  published  in  the  papers 
|s  published  by  permission.  What  is  discussed 
in  the  Reichstag  is  agreeable  to  the  men  who 
control  the  military  policy  of  the  Government. 
Why  has  absolutism  softened?  Why  are  un- 
heard-of constitutional  reforms  openly  dis- 
cussed? Why  is  Maximilian  Harden  per- 
■nitted  to  denounce  the  Government  and  call 
for  radical  reorganization  ?  Why  is  a  socialist 
lent  on  a  Government  mission  to  confer  with 
'oreign  socialists  and  when  he  returns  ap- 
lointed  to  the  head  of  the  Constitutional  Com- 
nittee  of  the  Reichstag?  Why  are  the  editor- 
al  rooms  of  Vorwdrts  no  longer  in  the  countv 
ail? 

Germany,  the  Germany  of  blood  and  iron, 
if  rule  or  ruin,  has  suddenly  gone  democratic. 
The  Kaiser,  in  effect,  is  saying  to  the  demo- 
Tacies  of  the  world:   "Look,  I  am  no  longer 
lupreme.     I  have  seen  the  error  of  my  ways, 
withdraw   from    power,    or,   if   you    like   it 
letter,  I  have  been  forced  out  by  a  great  up- 
leava!   of   popular   sentiment,   for   which    in- 
ictions  have  been  isslied  through  the  cus- 
ary  police  and  journalistic  agencies.    You 
se   to   discuss   terms   of   peace   with   me? 
well,   then,   I   ijo   longer  speak   for   the 
an   people.     They  will   speak  for   them- 
.  es  through  my  Reichstag.     It  is  an  admir- 
lle  instrument  of  public  thought.     I  know, 
my  glorious  and  invincible  ancestors  made 
t  themselves  and  I  have  added  a  few  inven- 
tions of  my  own.     It  Is  composed,  as  you  see, 
f  lawyers,  merchants,  journalists,  socialists 
.-just  the  sort  of  honest  fellows  who  make  up 
[he  House  of  Representatives  at  Washington. 
[j'here  will  be  no  longer  a  question  of  an  auto- 
'rat  imposing  his  will  on  the  world,  but  de- 
!i>cracy  shall  speak  to  democracy — a  republic 
everything  but  name  to  her  sister  republic 
'  nothing  but  name.     These  two  democracies 
ave  a  common  culture,  and  surely  the  land  of 
.nrl    Marx   and   Beethoven    can    address   the 
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feel  no  hostility  to  the  people  of  Germanj 
Then  there  can  be  no  obstacle  to  an  arrange 
raent  for  peace.  Let  the  democracy  of  Ger 
many  and  the  democracy  of  the  United  State 
of  North  America  embrace!" 

To  the  casual  observer  it  sounds  a  good  dea 
less  like  a  note  of  triumph  than  an  acknowled 
ment  of  defeat.  There  was  no  talk  of  "Gei 
man  democracy,"  "constitutional  reforms,"  o 
a  "constitutional  monarchy"  after  the  peac 
of  Versailles.  If  the  German  people  wish  t 
treat  for  peace  as  a  republic,  they  should  no 
overlook  one  small  preliminary.  They  hav 
only  to  become  a  republic. 


Finance  in  Paraguay 

A  View  of  Money  Conditions  in  This 
Easy-Going  Republic. 


T  N  THE  course  of  an  interesting  descriptio 
■'•  of  the  South  American  Republic  of  Part 
guay,  J.  0.  P.  Bland  writes  in  the  Edinburg 
Review  as  follows: 

The  present  condition  of  the  Republic  : 
fairly  reflected  in  its  currency,  which  consist 
entirely  of  greasy  paper.  The  Paraguaya 
dollar  (peso  fuerte)  is  worth,  as  I  have  sai< 
between  three  and  four  cents  gold,  as  times  gi 
The  average  peon  laborer  can  earn  ten  c 
these  dollars  (say,  eighteen  pence)  a  da; 
The  bare  necessities  of  life,  including  houst 
rent,  are  comparatively  cheap,  but  everythin 
of  the  nature  of  imported  or  manufacture 
goods  is  extremely  dear.  Boots,  for  exampl 
are  beyond  the  means  of  the  working  class 
so  that  men,  women,  and  children — every  on 
in  fact,  except  politicians  and  policemen — g 
barefoot.  Eggs  cost  fifteen  dollars  a  dozer 
a  ride  in  a  tramcar  a  dollar.  Even  largesse  i 
a  beggar  or  a  bootblack  must  take  the  for 
of  a  bank-note.  Every  Indian  market-woma; 
in  exchange  for  her  fowls,  fish,  or  fruit,  goi 
home  with  a  fat  wad  of  this  paper,  to  whi( 
each  day's  use  adds  its  tale  of  ragged  greas 
ness.  The  lowest  note  value  is  fifty  centav( 
— roughly,  three  farthings.  For  the  printir 
of  these  notes  the  Government  has  gone 
the  American  Bank  Note  Company  of  Ne 
York,  and  acquired  a  very  creditable  spec 
men  of  steel  engraving.  It  has  probably  nevi 
occurred  to  any  market-woman,  or  indeed 
any  patriotic  legislator,  to  inquire  what  pr 
portion  the  cost  of  printing  bears  to  tl 
purchasing  value  of  these  scraps  of  paper, 
to  trace  the  connection  between  this  sort 
frenzied  finance  and  the  chronic  insolvency 
Continued  on  page  75. 


COMING 

FEATURES 


A  narrative  of  circus  life  in 
Canada,  by  L.  B.  Yates,  the  fa- 
mous writer  of  race  horse  and 
circus  .*tories,  and  creator  of 
"Paragon  Pete"  and  "The 
Singin'  Kid."  L.  B.  Yates  is 
a  Canadian. 

A  strong  article  on  the  grant- 
ing of  titles  in  Canada  by  a 
well-known  public  man. 

Some  remarkable  narratives 
trotii  men  at  the  front. 


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I 


Continued  from  page  72. 
the  treasury.  Such  things  are  nobody's  busi- 
ness. The  little  groups  of  gesticulating  citi- 
zens, that  discuss  politicis  with  such  eloquent 
fervor  on  the  sidewalks,  allot  their  praise  or 
blame  to  public  men  entirely  by  results,  as- 
sessed in  terms  of  loaves  and  fishes. 

In  a  community  where  the  "emerged  tenth" 
looks  frankly  to  the  State,  expecting  to  be 
maintained  in  dignified  ease  from  the  public 
funds,  it  were  churlish  to  reproach  the  general 
body  of  citizens,  either  for  their  habits  of 
cheerfully  improvident  indolence,  or  for  their 
destructive  methods  of  remonstrating  with  the 
powers  that  be,  whensoever  there  are  not 
enough  loaves  and  fishes  to  go  round.  You 
cannot  persistently  inculcate  the  modern 
socialist  doctrine  of  rights  without  corres- 
ponding duties,  and  then  expect  a  lively  sense 
of  public  service  in  the  electorate.  I3ut,  to 
give  him  his  due,  your  Paraguayan,  even  when 
he  sets  out  to  wreck  public  buildings,  as  a 
protest  against  the  words  and  works  of  public 
men,  preserves  something  of  the  manners  of  a 
gentleman  and  a  philosophic  quality  of  ur- 
banity. It  is  chiefly  this  quality,  together 
with  the  humblest  peon's  complete  lack  of 
snobbery,  which  somehow  compels  one  to  a 
sneaking  sympathy  with  him,  even  though  we 
may  know  that  he  treats  his  womanfolk  as 
beasts  of  burden  and  pawns  his  thirsty  soul 
for  cana.  As  you  saunter  through  the  streets 
of  the  sleeping  town  at  midday  (it  takes  its 
siesta  from  11.30  to  2.30,  be  the  weather  hot 
or  cold),  gradually  the  earnestness  of  all  our 
hustling,  bustling  civilization,  our  cult  of 
machinery  and  Mammon,  seems  charged  with 
futility,  and  this  people  almost  justified,  if 
only  because  its  individual  soul  (for  what  it 
may  be  worth)  is  still  its  own.  In  such  an 
atmosphere  as  this,  it  is  not  possible  to  main- 
tain grimly  protestant  moods  of  moral  super- 
iority. Easier  far,  and  possibly  wiser,  to  let 
oneself  drift  uprotesting  on  the  placid  tide 
of  manana  and  mas  o  menos. 

This  facile  descent,  this  process  of  adapta- 
tion to  environment,  is  frequently  rapid,  but 
rarely  complete.  A  Chicago  "drummer"  never 
attains  to  it,  and  a  Frenchman  seldom. 
Irishmen  achieve  it  best,  especially  in  the 
life  of  the  "camp,"  because  of  the  elementally 
human  quality  in  the  philosophy  of  the  Celt 
— that  something  which  enables  him  to  sympa- 
thize instinctively  with  his  primordial  Para- 
guayan brother;  and  also  because  he  himself 
has  never  wittingly  yielded  to  the  tyranny  of 
the  Time  machine. 

German  Colonies 

Must  Be  Kept 

Reasons  Why  the  Conquered  Teirritories 
Should  Not  be  Returned. 

GERMANY'S  colonies  are  practicfiUy  all  in 
in  the  hands  of  the  Allies  now  and  will 
unquestionably  weigh  in  the  consideration  of 
peace  terms.  In  the  course  of  an  article  in 
The  Contemporary  Review,  however,  John  H. 
Harris  advances  the  opinion,  first,  that  these 
colonies  are  worthless  to  Germany  and,  second, 
that  for  reasons  which  he  outlines  they  should 
be  retained.    It  is  interesting  to  quote: 

There  are  three  cardinal  facts  which  should 
be  borne  in  mind  in  conection  with  Germany's 
Colonial  Empire.  First,  almost  the  entire 
areas  of  these  colonies  are  incapable  of  white 
colonization;  secondly,  and  this,  I  repeat,  is 
of  immense  political  importance,  Germany 
knows  that  without  the  conquest  or  the  an- 
nexation of  populous  Asiatic  or  other  African 
territories,  her  colonies  were  doomed  to  ulti- 
mate bankruptcy;  finally,  that  the  value  of 
any  of  these  colonies,  if  they  should  come  under 
the  flag  of  England,  France,  or  even  Portugal, 
would  be  increased  tenfold  for  the  simple 
reason  that  either  of  these  Powers  could  do 
what  Germany  cannot  — •  namely,  populate 
them. 

When  we  turn  to  the  potential  assets  of  the 

German    colonies,    a    vision    of    incalculable 

wealth  confronts   the  eye.     Happily  there  is 

very    little    gold,    the    frantic    searching    for 

Continued  on  page  77. 


lilllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!llllillllllllll!IIHirii|i|>ll|i|i|1!|i|i|IMII! 


No  Fancy  Food 

This  Bubbled  Wheat 


Make  no  mistake  about  these  airy  tidbits — these  flimsy,  flaky  bubbles — 
puffed  from  wheat  and  rice. 

They  are  no  mere  food  confections. 

Their  inventor  is  Prof.  A.  P.  Anderson.  And  they  represent  the  utmost 
in  scientific  foods. 

Their  nut-like  flavor  comes  from  terrific  heat.  The  grains  are  all  shot 
from  guns.  They  are  puflPed  by  a  hundred  million  steam  explosions,  caused 
in  every  kernel. 

The  purpose  and  result  are  to  blast  every  food  cell,  so  digestion  is  easy 
and  complete.  Thus  every  atom  of  the  whole  grain  feeds.  And  the  foods 
don't  tax  the  stomach. 


These  are  delightful  dainties.  They  seem,  perhaps,  like  a  breakfast 
garnish.  But  they  are  really  the  greatest  foods  ever  created  from  wheat  or 
rice.  The  better  you  know  them  the  more  you  will  serve  them.  Every  ounce 
is  an  ounce  of  clear  nutrition.     Many  foods  are  toy  foods  in  comparison. 


Puffed 
Wheat 


Puffed 
Rice 


Each  15c  Except  in  Far  West 


Float  In  Milk 

The  srrains  are  crisp  and  toasted,  and  four 
times    as    porous    as    bread. 


Eat  Like  Peanuts 

Douse   with    melted    butter   for   children   to 
eat  at  play. 


These  are  all-day-long  foods  in  July.    Keep  plenty  of  each  on  hand. 

The  Quaker  0^^^  On^P^^^ 


p       Petarborough,  Canada 


riillilllll! 


Sole  Makers 

1624 


Saskatoon,  Canada       ^ 


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Continued  from  page  75. 

which  is  not  merely  the  root  of  all  evil,  but, 
economically,  is  the  "scarlet  woman"  of  the 
financial  world,  whose  chief  function  appears 
to  be  the  dissipation  of  capital.  Vegetable 
oils  and  butters — the  Consols  of  the  tropics 
abound,  edible  butters  from  cocoanuts,  ground 
nuts  and  oil  palms  for  the  production  of  salad 
oils  and  "nut  butter  at  popular  prices,"  cocoa- 
butter  from  the  cocoa  beans  for  delectable 
pomades,  and  the  healing  ointments  of  medi- 
cal science.  After  vegetable  butters  come  a 
host  of  commodities  jostling  each  other  for 
pre-eminence  —  cocoa,  rubber,  cotton,  sizal, 
mahogany,  diamonds,  and   spices. 

The  areas  capable  of  largest  productivity 
are  the  Cameroons  and  Togoland.  These  two 
colonies,  which  had  a  pre-war  export  of  vege- 
table butter  products  of  £300,000,  have  a 
combined  area  of  225,000  square  miles,  while 
the  neighboring  British  territory  of  Nigeria, 
only  half  as  large  again  and  with  approxi- 
mately the  same  "butter"  productivity,  has 
an  export  of  £5,000,000.  It  would  be  perfectly 
slife  to  calculate  that  after  ten  years  of  Bri- 
tish rule  the  butter  exports  of  Togo  and  the 
Cameroons  would  exceed  £3,000,000.  But  it  is 
doubtful  whether  Germany,  unless  she  con- 
trols new  and  populous  areas  either  in  Asia 
or  Africa,  could  raise  the  export  much  beyond 
the  £300,000. 

The  same  arguments  apply  to  cocoa.  Togo- 
land,  the  Cameroons  and  the  British  Gold 
Coast,  all  commenced  the  production  of  cocoa 
approximately  at  the  same  period.  The  Gold 
Coast  and  Ashanti  measure  only  80,000  square 
miles  as  compared  with  their  sister  German 
colonies  of  225,000  square  miles.  The  cocoa 
production  of  the  smaller  Briti-sh  territory 
was,  prior  to  the  war  £2,500,000,  as  compared 
with  only  £220.000  for  the  larger  German 
territories  with  similar  productive  capacity. 
The  production  of  cocoa  in  the  British  areas 
was  £30  per  square  mile,  as  compared  with  a 
fraction  less  than  £1  per  square  mile  in 
German  territory.  It  should  not  be  difficult 
task  for  an  Administration  adopting  British 
principles  to  raise  the  cocoa  export  of  the 
German  territories  from  £220.000  to  some- 
thing over  £3,000,000.  German  East  Africa 
and  the  South  Pacific  Islands  are  also  cap- 
able of  producing  an  enormous  quantity  of 
vegetable  butter.  Copra,  the  flesh  of  the 
cocoanut,  one  of  the  most  nutritious  and,  at 
the  same  time,  germ-proof  ingredients  of  the 
best  margarine,  represents  already  90  per 
cent,  of  the  Pacific  exports. 

Whilst  vegetable  oils  and  butters  constitute 
the  major  exports  of  the  German  colonies, 
they  are  only  exported  to-day  to  the  veriest 
fraction  of  their  capacity.  There  are  other 
subsidiary  possibilities  of  large  and  increasing 
value.  Besides  vegetable  butter,  the  Came- 
roons abound  in  African  mahogany,  and  there 
are  still  large  supplies  of  virgin  rubber  pos- 
sessing some  market  value.  In  Togoland, 
there  are  possibilities  of  cotton  in  three  large 
provinces,  and  ground  nuts  once  had  a  phe- 
-nomenal  export  which  would  have  been  main- 
tained but  for  the  folly,  to  say  nothing  of  the 
crime,  of  killing  off  the  producers.  German 
South-West  has  diamonds  which  will  find 
a  good  market  when  it  so  pleases  Kimberley, 
but  copper  and  the  cultivation  of  cotton  have 
to  ask  nobody's  permission  to  come  into  more 
energetic  activity,  providing  the  countless 
Merreros  could  either  be  called  back  to  life 
or  be  replaced  from  other  parts  of  the  world. 
German  Ea.st  Africa  not  only  produces  some 
vegetable  butter,  but  has  a  good  chance  of 
ultimately  capturing  the  sisal  markets  of  the 
world  and  a  certainty  of  so  doing  if  the  up- 
heaval in  Mexico  should  lead  to  the  liberation 
of  the  slaves  of  the  henequen  kings  of  the 
Yucatan. 

The  one  supreme  consideration,  the  bed-rock 
fact  which  explains  the  stunted  economic 
growth  of  the  German  colonies,  is  that  in 
spite  of  all  her  expenditure  of  money  and 
energy,  the  colonies  were  not  what  Germany 
so  sorely  needed — namely,  areas  capable  of 
absorbing  her  surplus  population.  This  car- 
dinal fact  has  never  been  grasped  by  Briti.sh 
or  any  other  public  opinion.  A  territory  to  be 
colonizable  must  be  suited  to  the  domestic 
life  of  a  white  race;  it  must  permit  the  birth, 
education,  and  up-bringing  of  white  children. 
In  the  million  square  miles  of  the  German 
African  and  South  Pacific  Colonies,  there 
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9,500  colonists,  which  implies  a  total  imraigra- 
tion  from  the  Mother  Country  of  less  than 
1,000  men  per  annum!  Every  student  of 
Colonial  affairs  can  appreciate  what  this 
means,  can  appreciate  the  chagrin  of  the  Ger- 
man nation  which  it  was  realized  that  the 
colonies  were  not,  and  could  never  be,  ren- 
dered colonizable  by  Germany. 

The  natural  unwillingness  of  the  Ger- 
mans to  emigrate  with  their  families  and  ex- 
pose themselves  to  the  ravages  of  malaria  was 
bad  enough,  but  worse  was  to  follow.  Tropi- 
cal and  sub-tropical  territory  can  be  developed 
by  the  white  man,  providing  he  has  an  ade- 
quate population  to  draw  upon,  and  here  again 
the  German  administrators  found  themselves 
in  a  hopeless  position.  In  Togoland,  Germany 
possessed  three  natives  to  one  square  mile,  but 
they  crossed  the  borders  in  a  continuous 
stream  to  trade  and  labor  in  the  British 
Colony  of  the  Gold  Coast.  In  German  South- 
West  Africa  the  sparcity  of  population  was 
still  worse — three  natives  only  to  ten  square 
miles! 

The  political  significance  of  this  should  be 
carefully  noted,  for  when  it  was  realized  that 
Germany  could  not  colonize  the  territories  she 
possessed,  her  statesmen  had  but  one  of  two 
courses  before  them:  (a)  to  obtain  a  labor 
supply  from  other  Powers,  or  (h)  to  obtain 
by  diplomacy  or  force  control  of  a  densely 
populated  area  in  Africa  or  Asia.  Failing 
either  solution,  there  was  nothing  but  Colon- 
ial disaster  before  Germany;  this  was  beyond 
question  a  contributory  cause  of  that  German 
political  irritability  which  has  for  years  set 
Europe  by  the  ears,  and  has  at  last  culminated 
in  a  world-wide  catastrophe. 

Germany  at  first  attempted  to  secure  a  labor 
supply  from  British  territory,  but  the  atro- 
cious treatment  at  Wilhelmstal  of  immigrant 
natives  from  the  South  African  Union  put  an 
end  to  this  current  of  labor.  Then  an  attempt 
was  IT^ade  to  obtain  British  permission  to  re- 
cruit Indian  labor  from  British  India,  which 
permission  was  promptly  refused.  The  failure 
of  these  and  similar  efforts,  coupled  with  the 
ever-increasing  rate  of  native  depopulation  in 
the  Colonial  territories,  left  Germany  with 
the  single  alternative  of  obtaining  control 
over  some  fairly  densely  populated  ter- 
ritory elsewhere,  but  when  German  statesmen 
cast  about  for  such  territory,  they  were  con- 
fronted everywhere  with  doors  bolted  and 
barred  against  them.  German  statesmen  were 
too  late,  the  older  Colonizing  Powers  had,  for 
good  or  ill,  divided  up  and  entered  into  the  in- 
heritance of  the  more  densely  populated  areas 
of  the  world. 

The  future  of  the  German  colonies  must, 
of  course,  depend  almost  entirely  upon  the 
ultimate  military  situation.  There  are  those 
who  argue  with  a  good  deal  of  political  force, 
but  very  little  thought  for  the  native  inhabi- 
tants, that  for  many  reasons  peace  terms 
should  permit  the  return  to  Germany  of  all 
her  conquered  territories.  There  are  no  con- 
ceivable circumstances  under  which  such  a  ■ 
return  could  be  made,  those  who  have  any 
doubts  upon  that  should  bear  in  mind  three 
indisputable  facts.  First,  for  political  reasons 
Germany  cannot,  as  a  result  of  the  war,  re- 
turn either  to  the  Far  East,  the  South  Pacific 
or  German  South-West  Africa.  Secondly 
German  statesmen  may  have  shown  them- 
selves fools  in  many  directions,  but  they  are 
not  so  foolish  as  to  desire  a  return  of  their 
African  colonies  unless  with  the  return  of 
those  colonies  there  are  coupled  other  Colonial 
territories  capable  of  white  settlement,  and 
an  arrangement  by  which  adequate  labor 
forces  can  be  obtained  for  the  development  of 
the  tropical  and  sub-tropical  zones.  Finally, 
there  is  one  sheet-anchor  to  which  British 
public  opinion  must  hold  fast— no  British  ter- 
ritory in  any  part  of  the  Colonial  Dominions 
occupied  by  colonists  or  tribes  with  whom  we 
have  contracted  obligations,  can  be  surrender- 
ed either  to  enemy  or  Allied  Powers  as  a  re- 
sult of  the  war,  without  first  securing  the 
sanction  of  the  British  Parliament  and  the  oc- 
cupants of  the  territories  concerned — this  in 
view  of  certain  suggestions  now  being  made 
in  connection  with  one  at  least  of  Britain's 
oldest  colonies.  If  Germany  is  to  rise  again 
as  a  Colonial  Power,  the  interests  of  perma- 
nent peace  and  of  the  Colonial  territories 
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providing  she  is  prepared  to  regard  Colonial 
expansion  as  an  opportunity  for  service,  and 
not  that  the  territories  should  only  be  ex- 
ploited in  the  interests  of  the  Mother  Country. 

No  Supermen  in 
this  War 

The  Conflict  is  too  Great  to  be  Dominated 
by  Single  Figures. 


SIDNEY  LOW  writes  in  The  Fortnightly 
an  extremely  able  treatise  on  "The  Pass- 
ing of  the  Superman."  showing  that  the  war 
has  not  produced  figures  which  dwarf  the 
stage  as  in  the  great  wars  of  the  past.  It  is 
perhaps  that  the  present  war  is  too  great,  too 
all-embracing,  to  allow  any  one  figure,  no 
matter  how  powerful,  to  monopolize  any  single 
phase  of  it.  Mr.  Low  discusses  this  interest- 
ing subject,  in  part,  as  follows: 

The  greatest  of  all  wars  has  so  far  thrown 
up  no  supremely  great  personality.  We  have 
got  rid  of  what  Mr.  Wells,  with  one  of  his 
irradiating  flashes  of  insight  and  description, 
calls  the  Effigy:  the  great,  caracoling,  threat- 
ening, overbearing  figure  that  looms  so  large 
in  the  foreground  of  all  the  wars  and  con- 
quests of  the  past.  Always  when  you  turn 
back  to  these  things  the  interest  centres  dra- 
matically round  an  individual.  The  Man  has 
so  overshadowed  the  Event  that  most  often 
we  have  forgotten  the  latter  and  remember 
only  the  former.  It  is  of  Rameses  or  Sesos- 
tris,  Cyrus,  Alexander,  Caesar,  Attila,  Charle- 
magne, Genghis  Khan,  Charles  XII.,  Peter  the 
Great  we  think  rather  than  of  the  kingdoms 
they  devoured,  the  empires  they  founded  or 
destroyed,  the  hosts  they  led  to  the  slaughter. 
History  flattens  out  before  many  minds  a 
rather  dull,  level  expanse,  like  the  plain  of 
Thebes  with  the  Colossi  towering  above  it  to 
catch  the  sunbeams.  It  is  the  big  man  who 
often  gives  his  name  to  the  epoch:  the  age 
of  Augustus,  the  age  of  Mohammed,  the  Na- 
poleonic period,  the  Bismarckian  era,  and  so 
forth. 

But  this  marvellous  stretch  of  time  through 
which  we  are  passing  will  not,  it  seems,  be 
known  as  the  Age  of  Anybody.  We  have 
no  Effigy  really  worth  a  show-case  in  the  his- 
toric museum,  though  several  of  the  nations 
engaged  have  made  some  well-intentioned 
efforts  to  create  one.  V/e  have  felt  some- 
how that  we  "want  a  hero,"  like  Byron  when 
he  started  upon  "Don  Juan."  The  research 
after  this  object  of  desire  has  not  been  con- 
spicuously successful.  The  Germans  do  their 
best  with  Hindenburg;  but  it  is  surmised 
that  the  strategy  and  battle-schemes  are  really 
worked  out  by  Ludendorf  and  other  useful 
subordinates,  and  that  Hindenburg  himself 
may  be  only  a  clumsy  wooden  image,  "made  in 
Germany"  to  order  and  scale.  In  France  there 
was  at  first  some  disposition  to  cast  Joffre 
for  the  part;  but  that  modest,  methodical, 
painstaking,  and  unimaginative  commander  is 
not  of  the  stuff  whereof  effigies  are  made, 
and  he  showed  an  absolute  disinclination  to 
appear  in  this  role.  Among  ourselves  a  con- 
scientious endeavor  was  made  for  a  time  to 
find  what  he  wanted  in  Kitchener,  the  strong, 
silent  man,  the  organizer  of  victory.  But, 
alas!  the  Dardanelles  report  is  out;  and  what- 
ever may  be  said  of  that  inconvenient,  and 
inconveniently  timed,  document,  it  must  be  ac- 
knowledged that  it  makes  sad  havoc  with  the 
Kitchener  legend. 

And  the  Effigy-Statesman  is  apparently  as 
obsolete  as  the  Effigy-Warrior.  We  look  in 
vain  for  the  Cromwell,  the  Lincoln,  the  Ca- 
vour,  the  Chatham,  even  the  Choiseul  or  the 
Alberoni,  of  the  Great  War.  We  are  still 
conscious  of  the  old  tradition  which  tells  us 
that  when  great  things  are  being  done  there 
should  be  a  Great  Man  somewhere  to  see  to 
the  doing  of  them.  So  we  are  hoping  that 
the  Prime  Minister  may  fill  the  void. 

We  have  no  hero;  but  a  superabundance  of 
heroes.  We  live,  as  Mr.  Wells  says,  amid  a 
torrent  of  heroisin.  But  it  is  the  heroism  of 
the  common  unregarded  human  being,  the 
man  who  was  just  food  for  powder  or  food 
for  pikes  in  the  olden  wars. 


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The  Importance  of  the   Eastern  Front 


Britain  Should  Have  Concentrated  on  the 
War  Problems  of  the  East. 


UNDER  the  heading  "A  Criticism  of  Allied 
Strategy,"  H.  Sidebotham  contributes  a 
remarkably  interesting  article  in  The  Atlantic 
Monthly.  He  adopts  the  view  that  Britain 
should  have  concentrated  on  the  east  rather 
than  throwing  her  great  weight  against  the 
western  front.  France,  he  claims,  could  have 
maintained  a  successful  defensive.  Then  the 
following  plan  could  have  been  followed  out. 

If  the  danger  caused  by  the  entry  of  Tur- 
key into  the  war  were  to  be  regarded  through 
British  spectacles,  the  area  indicated  was 
clearly  Syria,  with  or  without  Mesopotamia. 
When  Turkey  became  an  enemy  the  founda- 
tions of  our  whole  Eastern  policy  suddenly 
gave  way.  For  more  than  a  century  we  had 
supported  her,  because  an  independent  and 
friendly  Turkey  was  supposed  to  be  necessary 
to  the  safety  of  our  Indian  Empire.  Turkey 
was  the  buffer  state  between  that  Empire  and 
Russia,  and  the  first  and  main  effect  of  her 
hostility,  so  far  as  England  was  concerned, 
was  that  the  communications  through  Egypt 
were  endangered.  The  surest  way  of  defend- 
ing Egypt  and  the  communications  with  India 
was  by  attacking  the  communications  of  Tur- 
key with  the  East.  Turkey  has  only  two 
routes  to  the  East  that  matter — one  along  the 
northern  shores  of  Asia  Minor  leading  to 
Armenia,  which  was  clearly  the  concern  of 
Russia;  the  other  through  the  Cilician  Gates 
into  Syria,  and  this  was  clearly  our  concern. 
A  quite  small  military  effort,  made  as  soon 
as  Turkey  declared  against  us,  would  have 
given  us  Alexandretta  and  prevented  Turkey 
from  using  the  Bagdad  railway  and  from  re- 
inforcing Syria  with  troops  or  munitions. 
Under  these  circumstances  a  serious  attack 
on  Egypt  would  have  been  quite  out  of  the 
question.  There  might  have  been  two  sup- 
plements to  this  plan.  If  Akabah  had  been 
seized,  we  should  not  only  have  secured  this 
flank  of  Egypt  igainst  attack  but  we  should 
have  cut  Turkey's  communications  with  Ara- 
bia by  the  Hedjaz  railway.  It  might  also  have 
been  convenient  to  seize  the  head  of  the  Per- 
sian Gulf  up  to  the  confluence  of  the  Tigris 
and  Euphrates;  but  this  campaign  had  no 
urgency.  Can  it  be  doubted  that  the  cutting 
of  Turkey's  railway  communications  with  the 
East  would  have  been  infinitely  more  useful, 
not  only  to  ourselves,  but  to  the  cause  of  the 
Allies  as  a  whole,  than,  say,  the  dubious  vic- 
tory of  Neuve  Chapelle? 

A  second  alternative  would  have  been  the 
forcing  of  the  Dardanelles  and  the  capture  of 
Constantinople.  If  the  first  of  the  plans 
that  are  now  being  outlined  would  have  in- 
sured the  safety  of  Egypt  and  of  the  com- 
munications with  India,  and  the  defeat  of 
Germany's  Bagdad  railway  schemes,  the  suc- 
cess of  this  second  plan,  by  opening  com- 
munications into  Russia  and  breaking  the 
blockade  under  which  Russia  was  suffering, 
might  perhaps  have  saved  her  from  the  heavy 
defeats  of  1915,  and  would  in  any  case  have 
dealt  a  fatal  blow  at  Germany's  ambitions  in 
Turkey — a  blow  that  would  have  been  a  dra- 
matically just  retribution  for  the  criminal 
folly  of  the  General  Staff  in  invading  Belgium. 
Begun  early  and  without  the  distraction  of  a 
premature  offensive  in  the  West,  this  enter- 
prise would  not  have  been  impossible  of  ac- 
complishment; and  success  would  also  have 
saved  Serbia  by  preventing  Bulgaria  from 
taking  the  side  of  Germany. 

A  third  alternative — though  much  more  dif- 
ficult of  accomplishment — would  have  been  so 
to  strengthen  Serbia  that  she  not  only  could 
have  resisted  invasion,  but  might  have  de- 
veloped an  offensive  against  Hungary.  This 
plan  would  have  fitted  in  with  the  Russian 
strategy  of  concentration  against  Austria; 
it  would  have  been  invaluable  if  Roumania 
had  come  in  early;  and  if  our  positions  had 
been  well  established,  it  would  have  saved 
Roumania  when  she  did  come  in.  But  the 
practical  difficulties  might  very  well  have  been 
insuperable,  and  this  alternative  cannot  com- 
pare in  attractiveness  with  the  first  and 
second. 


The  parado.x  of  the  whole  business  is  that, 
while  any  one  of  these  alternatives  would  have 
served  and  accomplished  results  far  greater 
than  any  which  were  obtained  on  the  West, 
and  at  far  less  cost,  we  should  have  tried  all 
three  in  succession  and  each  in  a  way  that 
could  not  succeed.  The  first  alternative  we 
adopted  in  the  form  of  a  campaign  in  Meso- 
potamia which  did  not  protect  Egypt,  and,  so 
long  as  Turkey  was  free  to  reinforce  her 
local  troops  by  the  Bagdad  railway,  was  most 
unlikely  to  reach  any  decisive  results.  The 
Dardanelles  campaign,  again,  was  ruined 
partly  by  bad  management,  but  mainly  by  a 
strange  lack  of  appreciation  of  the  great 
prize  for  which  we  were  working.  Mr. 
Churchill  was  one  of  the  very  few  Englishmen 
who  realized  that  the  logical  sequence  of  the 
Marne  victory  was,  first,  the  defense  of  Bel- 
gian Flanders,  and  after  that  a  vigorous 
offensive,  not  against  the  strongest  part  of 
the  enemy's  defenses,  but  against  the  weakest 
point  at  which  victory  would  have  given  de- 
cisive results.  This  was,  undoubtedly,  Con- 
stantinople. Such  a  prize,  once  we  had  en- 
tered for  it,  was  worth  every  man  that  we 
could  spare  after  the  defence  of  our  lines 
in  the  West  had  been  made  secure. 

Finally,  after  the  failure  of  the  second  al- 
ternative, the  third  was  tried  under  circum- 
stances that  insured  failure  from  the  very 
outset.  It  would  have  been  at  least  an  in- 
telligible though  not  a  wise  policy  to  refu.se 
at  the  outset  to  have  anything  to  do  with  an 
Eastern  campaign  of  offence  and  to  confine 
all  our  offensive  efforts  to  the  West.  It  would 
have  been  equally  intelligible,  and  productive 
under  wise  direction  of  immensely  important, 
perhaps  decisive  results,  to  confine  ourselves 
on  the  West  to  a  strict  policy  of  defence,  and 
to  throw  ourselves  with  all  the  vigor  of  which 
we  were  capable  on  the  weak  easterly  wing  of 
the  hostile  coalition.  But  the  policy  actually 
adopted,  of  attempting  simultaneous  offensives 
on  both  East  and  West  fronts,  was  doomed  to 
failure  from  the  outset.     Either  West  or  East 


— Easf  rather  than  West,  because  not  only 
was  the  offensive  less  difficult  there,  but  suc- 
cess would  bring  us  nearer  to  decisive  results 
— but  not  both  East  and  West  at  the  same 
time. 

It  is  interesting  to  speculate  as  to  what 
would  have  happened  if  England  had  waged  " 
this  war  on  the  lines  of  Chatham's  strategy, 
which  was  to  avoid  taking  part  in  the  main 
clash  of  European  armies,  except  to  supply 
money  and  munitions;  to  use  the  power  of  the 
fleet  to  the  utmost;  and  to  use  the  army  only 
as  an  adjunct  to  the  fleet  in  colonial  opera- 
tions or  in  such  military  enterprises  on  the 
Continent  as  were  peninsular  in  character  and 
could  be  waged  on  a  system  of  strictly  limited 
military  liability.  Some  modification  of  this 
system  would  clearly  have  been  necessary 
in  view  of  pledges  given  by  England  in  the 
military  conversations  with  France  that  con- 
tinued for  years  before  the  war;  and  as  things 
were  we  had  no  alternative  until  after  the 
battle  of  the  Mai>ne.  But  when  that  battle 
had  been  won,  there  were  no  valid  objections 
to  a  reversion  to  Chatham's  principle  of 
strategy. 

These  principles  would  probably  have  dic- 
tated a  defensive  campaign  for  Antwerp  and 
the  Belgian  coast,  because  our  naval  problems 
were  greatly  complicated  by  their  loss.  They 
would  certainly  have  dictated  a  war  against 
Germany  in  Turkey,  like  Chatham's  wars 
against  France  in  India  and  Canada.  It  is 
not  impossible  that,  had  this  policy  been 
adopted,  the  year  1915,  or  at  least  1916,  would 
have  been  as  great  in  English  history  as  1757, 
the  year  of  Plassey,  or  1759,  which  saw  the 
fall  of  Quebec.  The  element  of  doubt  is  whe- 
ther France,  if  she  had  not  had  the  British 
reinforcements  that  went  to  her  in  1915  and 
1916,  would  have  been  able  to  hold  her  de- 
fensive lines.  The  strong  probability  is  that 
she  would,  though  under  such  circumstances 
there  could  be  no  question  of  her  attempting 
the  offensive.  But  did  she  in  fact  gain  any- 
thing by  the  premature  offensives  of  1915  and 
1916?  Were  these  not  in  fact  an  extravagant 
use  of  her  man-power?  There  were  many 
Frenchmen  who  thought  so. 


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dispute  him,  for  he  had  told  her  not  to  be- 
lieve him;  to  go  see  for  herself.  She  did 
not  believe  MacNair,  but  in  spite  of  her- 
self she  was  impressed. 

"The  missionaries  are  doing  good! 
Their  reports  show — 

"Their  reports  show!  Of  course  their 
reports  show!  Why  shouldn't  they? 
Where  do  their  reports  go?  To  the  people 
who  pay  them  their  salaries.  Do  not  un- 
derstand me  to  say  that  in  all  cases  these 
reports  are  falsely  made.  They  are  not 
— that  is,  they  are  literally  true.  A  mis- 
sion reports  so  many  converts  to  Chris- 
tianity during  a  certain  period  of  time. 
Well  and  good;  the  converts  are  there — 
they  can  produce  them.  The  Indians  are 
not  fools.  If  the  white  men  want  them 
to  profess  Christianity,  why  they  will 
profess  Christianity — or  Hinduism  or 
Mohammedism !  They  will  worship  any 
god  the  white  man  suggests — for  a  fancy 
waistcoat  or  a  piece  of  salt  pork.  The 
white  man  gives  many  gifts  of  clothing, 
and  sometimes  of  food — to  his  converts. 
Therefore  he  shall  not  want  for  converts 
— while  the  clothing  holds  out!" 

"And  your  Indians?  Have  they  not 
suffered  from  their  contact  with  you?" 

"No.  They  have  not  suffered.  I 
know  them,  their  needs  and  requirements, 
and  their  virtues  and  failings.  And  they 
know  me." 

"Where   is   your   fort?" 

"Some  distance  above  here  on  the  shore 
of  this  lake." 

"Will  you  take  me  there?     Show  me 


these  Indians,  that  I  may  see  for  myself 
that  you  have  spoken  the  truth?" 

"No.  I  told  you  you  were  to  have  noth- 
ing to  do  with  my  Indians.  I  also  warned 
my  Indians  against  you — and  your  part- 
ner Lapierre.  I  cannot  warn  them 
against  you  and  then  take  you  among 
them." 

"Very  well.  I  shall  go  myself,  then.  I 
came  up  here  to  see  your  fort  and  the 
condition  of  your  Indians.  You  knew  I 
would    come." 

"No.  I  did  not  know  that.  I  had  not 
seen  the  fighting  spirit  in  your  eyes  then. 
Now  I  know  that  you  will  come — but  not 
while  I  am  here.  And  when  you  do  come 
you  will  be  taken  back  to  your  own  school. 
You  will  not  be  harmed,  for  you  are  honest 
in  your  purpose.  But  you  will,  neverthe- 
less be  prevented  from  coming  in  contact 
with  my  Indians.  I  will  have  none  of 
Lapierre's  spies  hanging  about,  to  the 
injury  of  my  people." 

"Lapierre's  spies!  Do  you  think  I  am 
a  spy?     Lapierre's?" 

"Not  consciously,  perhaps — but  a  spy, 
nevertheless.  Lapierre  may  even  now  be 
lurking  near  for  the  furtherance  of  some 
evil  design." 

Chloe  suddenly  realized  that  MacNair's 
boring,  steel-gray  eyes  were  fixed  upon 
her  with  a  new  intenseness — as  if  to  probe 
into  the  very  thoughts  of  her  brain. 

"Mr.  Lapierre  is  far  to  the  southward," 
she  said — and  then,  upon  the  edge  of  the 
tiny  clearing,  a  twig  snapped.  The  man 
whirled,  his  rifle  jerked  into  position, 
there  was  a  loud  report,  and  Bob  MacNair 


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sank  slowly  down  upon  the  grass  mound 
that  was  his  mother's  grave. 

CHAPTER   XI. 

BACK  ON  THE  YELLOW  KNIFE. 

THE  whole  affair  had  been  so  sudden 
that  Chloe  scarcely  realized  what  had 
happened  before  a  man  stepped  quickly 
into  the  clearing,  at  the  same  time  slipp- 
ing a  revolver  into  his  holster.  The  girl 
gazed  at  him  in  amazement.  It  was 
Pierre  Lapierre.  He  stepped  forward, 
hat  in  hand.  Chloe  glanced  quickly  from 
the  dark,  handsome  features  to  the  face 
of  the  man  on  the  ground.  The  gray  eyes 
opened  for  a  second,  and  then  closed; 
but  in  that  brief,  fleeting  glance  the  girl 
read  distrust,  contempt,  and  silent  re- 
proach. The  man's  lips  moved,  but  no 
sound  came — and  with  a  labored,  flutter- 
ing sigh  he  sank  into  unconsciousness. 

"Once  more,  it  seems,  my  dear  Miss 
Elliston,  I  have  arrived  just  in  time." 

A  sudden  repulsion  for  this  cruel,  suave 
killer  of  men  flashed  through  the  girl's 
brain.  "Get  some  water,"  she  cried,  and 
dropping  to  her  knees  began  to  unbutton 
MacNair's  flannel  shirt. 

"But — "  objected  Lapierre. 

"Will  you  get  some  water?  This  is  no 
time  to  argue!  You  can  explain  later!" 
Lapierre  turned,  and  without  a  word, 
walked  to  the  lake  and,  taking  a  pail 
from  the  canoe,  filled  it  with  water. 
When  he  returned,  Chloe  was  tearing 
white  bandages  from  a  garment  essen- 
tially feminine,  while  Big  Lena  endeavor- 
ed to  staunch  the  flow  of  blood  from  a 
small  wound  high  on  the  man's  left 
breast,  and  another,  more  ragged  wound 
where  the  bullet  had  torn  through  the 
thick  muscles  of  his  back. 

The  two  women  worked  swiftly  and 
capably,  while  Lapierre  waited,  frowning. 

"Better  hurry.  Miss  Elliston,"  he  said, 
when  the  last  of  the  bandages  were  in 
place.  This  is  no  place  for  us  to  be  found 
if  some  of  MacNair's  Indians  happen 
along.  Your  canoe  is  ready.  Mine  is 
farther  down  the  lake." 

"But  this  man — surely — " 

"Leave  him  there.  You  have  done  all 
you  can  do  for  him.  His  Indians  will  find 
him." 

"What!"  cried  Chloe.  "Leave  a  wound- 
ed man  to  die  in  the  bush!" 

Lapierre  stepped  closer.  "What  would 
you  do?"  he  asked.  "Surely  you  cannot 
remain  here.  His  Indians  would  kill  you 
as  they  would  kill  a  carcajo."  The  man's 
face  softened.  "It  is  the  way  of  the 
north,"  he  said  sadly.  "I  would  gladly 
have  spared  him — even  though  he  is  my 
enemy.  But  when  he  whirled  with  his 
rifle  upon  my  heart,  his  fingers  upon  the 
trigger,  and  murder  in  his  eye,  I  had  no 
alternative.  It  was  his  life  or  mine.  I  am 
glad  I  did  not  kill  him."  The  words  and 
the  tone  reassured  Chloe,  and  when  she 
answered,  it  was  to  speak  calmly. 

"We  will  take  him  with  us,"  she  said. 
"The  Indians  could  not  care  for  him  pro- 
perly even  if  they  found  him.  At  home  I 
have  everything  necessary  for  the  hand- 
ling of  just  such  cases. 

"But  my  dear  Miss  Elliston— think  of 
the  portages  and  the  added  burden.  His 
Indians — " 

The  girl  interrupted  him — "I  am  not 
asking  you  to  help.  I  have  a  canoe  here. 
If  you  are  afraid  of  MacNair's  Indians 
you  need  not  remain." 

The  note  of  scorn  in  the  girl's  voice 
was  not  lost  upon  Lapierre.      He  flushed 


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and  answered  with  the  quiet  dignity 
that  well  became  him:  "I  came  here, 
Miss  EUiston,  with  only  three  canoemen. 
I  returned  unexpectedly  to  your  school, 
and  when  I  learned  that  you  had  gone  to 
Snare  Lake,  I  followed — to  save  you,  if 
possible,  from  the  hand  of  the  Brute." 

Chloe  interrupted  him.  "You  came 
here — for  that?" 

The  man  bowed  low.  "Knowing  what 
you  do  of  Brute  MacNair,  and  of  his 
hatred  of  me,  you  surely  do  not  believe 
I  came  here  for  business — or  pleasure." 
He  drew  closer,  his  black  eyes  glowing 
with  suppressed  passion.  "There  is  one 
thing  a  man  values  more  than  life — the 
life  and  the  safety  of  the  woman  he 
loves!" 

Chloe's  eyes  dropped.  "Forgive  me!" 
she  faltered.  "I — I  did  not  know — I — 
Oh!  don't  you  see?  It  was  all  so  sudden. 
I  have  had  no  time  to  think !  I  know  you 
are  not  afraid.  But  we  can't  leave  him 
here — like  this." 

"As  you  please,"  answered  Lap'erre. 
gently.  "It  is  not  the  way  of  the  north; 
but—" 

"It  is  the  way  of  humanity." 

"It  is  your  way — and,  therefore,  it  is 
my  way,  also.  But  let  us  not  waste  time!" 
He  spoke  sharply  to  Chloe's  canoeman, 
who  sprang  to  the  unconscious  form,  and 
raising  it  from  the  ground,  carried  it  to 
the  water's  edge  and  deposited  it  in  the 
canoe. 

"Make  all  posible  speed,"  he  said  as 
Chloe  preceded  Big  Lena  into  the  canoe; 
"I  shall  follow  to  cover  your  retreat." 

The  girl  was  about  to  protest,  but  at 
that  moment  the  canoe  shot  swiftly  out 
into  the  lake,  and  Lapierre  disappeared 
into  the  bush. 

There  was  small  need  for  the  quarter- 
breed's  parting  injunction.  The  four  In- 
dian canoemen,  evidently  keenly  alive  to 
the  desirability  of  placing  distance  be- 
tween themselves  and  MacNair's  retain- 
ers, bent  to  their  paddles  with  a  unani- 
mity of  purpose  that  fairly  lifted  the  big 
canoe  through  the  water  and  sent  the 
white  foam  curling  from  its  bow  in  tiny 
ripples  of  protest. 

Hour  after  hour,  as  the  craft  drove 
southward,  Chloe  sat  with  the  wounded 
man's  head  supported  in  her  lap  and  pon- 
dered deeply  the  things  he  had  told  her. 
Now  and  again  she  gazed  into  the  bearded 
face,  calm  mask-like  in  its  repose  of  un- 
consciousness, as  if  to  penetrate  behind 
the  mask  and  read  the  real  nature  of  him. 
She  realized  with  a  feeling  almost  of  fear, 
that  here  was  no  weakling — no  plastic  ir- 
resolute— whose  will  could  be  dominated 
by  the  will  of  a  stronger;  but  a  man, 
virile,  indomitable;  a  man  of  iron  will 
who,  though  he  scorned  to  stoop  to  defend 
his  position,  was  unashamed  to  vindicate 
it.  A  man  whose  words  carried  convic- 
tion, and  whose  eyes  compelled  attention 
even  respect,  though  the  uncouth  boorish- 
ness  of  him   repelled. 

Yet  she  knew  that  somewhere  deep 
down  behind  that  rough  exterior 
lay  a  finer  sensitiveness,  a  gentleness 
of  feeling,  and  a  sympathy  that  had 
impelled  him  to  a  deed  of  uncon- 
scious chivalry  of  which  no  man 
need  be  ashamed.  And  in  her  heart  Chloe 
knew  that  had  she  not  witnessed  with  her 
own  eyes  the  destruction  of  his  whisky, 
she  would  have  been  convinced  of  his  sin- 
cerity, if  not  of  his  postulates.  "He  is 
bad,  but  not  all  bad,"  she  murmured  to 
herself.  "A  man  who  will  fight  hard,  but 
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Snare  Lake  has  not  been  entirely  vain. 
He  knows,  now,  that  I  have  come  into  the 
north  to  stay;  that  I  am  not  afraid  of  him, 
and  will  fight  him.  He  knows  that  I  am 
honest — " 

Suddenly  the  very  last  words  she  had 
spoken  to  him  flashed  into  her  mind — "Mr. 
Lapierre  is  far  to  the  southward" — and 
then  Chloe  closed  her  eyes  as  if  to  shut  out 
that  look  of  mingled  contempt  and  re- 
proach with  which  the  wounded  man  had 
sunk  into  unconsciousness.  "He  thinks  I 
lied  to  him — that  the  whole  thing  was 
planned,"  she  muttered,  and  was  con- 
scious of  a  swift  anger  against  Lapierre. 
Her  eyes  swept  backward  to  the  brown 
spot  in  the  distance  which  was  Lapierre's 
canoe. 

"He  came  up  here  because  he  thought 
I  was  in  danger,"  she  mused.  "And  Mac- 
Nair  would  have  killed  him.  Oh,  it  is 
terrible,"  she  moaned.  "This  wild  barren 
wilderness,  where  human  life  is  cheap; 
where  men  hate,  and  kill,  and  maim,  and 
break  all  the  laws  of  God  and  man;  it 
is  all  wrong!  Brutal,  and  savage,  and 
wrong!" 

The  shadows  lengthened,  the  canoe 
slipped  into  the  river  that  leads  to  Rein- 
deer Lake,  and  still  the  tireless  canoemen 
bent  unceasingly  to  their  paddles.  Rein- 
deer Lake  was  crossed  by  moonlight,  and 
a  late  camp  was  made  a  mile  to  the  west- 
ward of  the  portage.  The  camp  was  fire- 
less,  and  the  men  talked  in  whispers. 
Later  Lapierre  joined  them,  and  at  the 
first  grey  hint  of  dawn  the  outfit  was 
again  astir.  By  noon  the  five-mile  port- 
age had  been  negotiated,  and  the  canoes 
headed  down  Carp  Lake,  which  is  the 
northmost  reach  of  the  Yellow  Knife. 

The  following  two  days  showed  no 
diminution  in  the  efforts  of  the  canoemen. 
The  wounded  man's  condition  remained 
unchanged.  Lapierre's  canoe  followed  at 
a  distance  of  a  mile  or  two,  and  a  hundred 
times  a  day  Chloe  found  herself  listening 
with  strained  expectancy  for  the  sound  of 
the  shots  that  would  proclaim  that  Mac- 
Nair's  Indians  had  overtaken  them.  But 
no  shots  were  fired,  and  it  was  with  a  feel- 
ing of  intense  relief  that  the  girl  welcom- 
ed the  sight  of  her  own  buildings  as  they 
loomed  in  the  clearing  on  the  evening  of 
the  third  day. 

That  night  Lapierre  visited  Chloe  in  the 
cottage,  where  he  found  her  seated  beside 
MacNair's  bed,  putting  the  finishing 
touches  to  a  swathing  of  fresh  bandages. 

"How  is  he  doing?"  he  asked,  with  a 
nod  toward  the  injured  man. 

"There  is  no  change,"  answered  the  girl, 
as  she  indicated  a  chair  close  beside  a 
table,  upon  which  there  was  a  tin  basin, 
various  bottles,  and  porcelain  cups  con- 
taining medicine,  and  a  small  pile  of  tab- 
lets. For  just  an  instant  the  man's  glance 
rested  upon  the  tablets,  and  then  swiftly 
swept  the  room.  It  was  untenanted  ex- 
cept for  the  girl  and  the  unconscious  man 
on  the  bed. 

"Lefroy,  it  seems,  has  improved  his 
time,"  ventured  Lapierre  as  he  accepted 
the  proffered  chair  and  drew  from  his 
pocket  a  thick  packet  of  papers.  "His 
complete  list  of  supplies,"  he  smiled. 
"With  these  in  your  storehouse  you  may 
well  expect  to  seriously  menace  the  trade 
of  both  MacNair  and  the  Hudson  Bay 
Company's  post  at  Fort  Rae." 

Chloe  glanced  at  the  list  indifferently. 
"It  seems,  Mr.  Lapierre,  that  your  mind  is 
always  upon  trade — when  it  is  not  upon 
the  killing  of  men." 

The   quarter-breed   was  quick  to   note 


the  disapproval  of  her  tone,  and  has- 
tened to  reply.  "Surely,  Miss  Elliston, 
you  cannot  believe  that  I  regard  the  kill- 
ing of  men  as  a  pleasure;  it  is  a  matter 
of  deep  regret  to  me  that  twice  during  the 
short  period  of  our  acquaintance  I  have 
been  called  upon  to  shoot  a  fellow  man. 
'  "Only  twice!  How  about  the  shot  in 
the  night — in  the  camp  of  the  Indians, 
before  you  left  for  the  southward?"  The 
sarcasm  of  the  last  four  words  was  not 
lost  upon  the  man.  "Who  fired  that  shot? 
And  what  was  the  thing  that  was  lifted 
from  your  canoe  and  dropped  into  the 
river?" 

Lapierre's  eyes  searched  hers.  Did  she 
know  the  truth?  The  chance  was  against 
it. 

"A  most  deplorable  affair — a  fight  be- 
tween Indians.  One  was  killed  and  we 
buried  him  in  the  river.  I  had  hoped  to 
keep  this  from  your  ears.  Such  incidents 
are  all  too  common  in  the  north  land — " 

"And  the  murderer. — " 

"He  escaped.  But  to  return  to  the 
others.  Both  shots,  as  you  well  know, 
were  fired  on  the  instant,  and  in  neither 
case  did  I  draw  first." 

Chloe,  who  had  been  regarding  him  in- 
tently, was  forced  to  admit  the  justice  of 
his  words.  She  noted  the  serious  sadness 
of  the  handsome  features,  the  deep  regret 
in  his  voice,  and  suddenly  realized  that  in 
both  instances  Lapierre's  shots  had  been 
fired  primarily  in  defence  of  her. 

A  sudden  sense  of  shame — of  helpless- 
ness— came  over  her.  Could  it  be  that 
she  did  not  fit  the  north?  Surely,  Lapierre 
was  entitled  to  her  gratitude,  rather  than 
her  condemnation.  Judged  by  his  own 
standard,  he  had  done  well.  With  a 
shudder  she  wondered  if  she  would  ever 
reach  the  point  where  she  could  calmly 
regard  the  killing  of  men  as  a  mere  inci- 
dent in  the  day's  work?  She  thought  not. 
And  yet — what  had  men  told  her  of  Tiger 
Elliston?  Without  exception,  almost,  the 
deeds  they  recounted  had  been  deeds  of 
violence  and  bloodshed.  When  she  replied 
her  voice  had  lost  its  note  of  disapproval. 

"Forgive  me,"  she  said  softly,  "it  has 
all  been  so  different — so  strange  and  new, 
and  big.  I  have  been  unable  to  grasp  it. 
All  my  life  I  have  been  taught  to  hold 
human  life  sacred.  It  is  not  you  who  are 
to  blame!  Nor,  is  it  the  others.  It  is  the 
kill  or  be  killed  creed — the  savage  wolf 
creed — of  the  north." 

THE  girl  spoke  rapidly,  with  her  eyes 
upon  the  face  of  MacNair.  So  ab- 
sorbed was  she  that  she  did  not  see  the 
slim  fingers  of  Lapierre  steal  softly 
across  the  table-top  and  extract  two  tab- 
lets from  the  little  pile — failed  also  to  see 
the  swift  motion  with  which  those  fingers 
dropped  the  tablets  into  a  porcelain  cup, 
across  the  rim  of  which  rested  a  silver 
spoon. 

The  man  arose  at  the  conclusion  of  her 
words,  and  crossing  to  her  side  rested  a 
slim  hand  upon  the  back  of  her  chair. 
"No,  Miss  Elliston,"  he  said  gently,  I  am 
not  to  blame  nor,  in  a  measure,  are  the 
others.  It  is,  as  you  say,  the  north — the 
crushing,  terrible,  alluring  north — in 
whose  primitive  creed  a  good  man  does  not 
mean  a  moral  one,  but  one  who  accom- 
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pose be  bad.  End,  and  not  means,  is  the 
ethics  of  the  lean,  lone  land,  where  human 
life  sinks  into  insignificance,  beneath  its 
immutable  law  of  savage  might." 

His  eyes  burned  as  he  gazed  down  into 
the  upturned  face  of  the  girl.     His  hands 


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stole  lightly  from  the  chair  back  and 
rested  upon  her  shoulder.  For  one  long, 
intense  moment,  their  eyes  held,  and  then, 
with  a  movement  as  swift  and  lithe  as  the 
spring  of  a  panther,  the  man  was  upon 
his  knees  beside  her  chair,  his  arms  were 
about  her,  with  no  thought  of  resistance, 
Chloe  felt  herself  drawn  close  against  his 
breast,  felt  the  wild  beating  of  his  heart, 
and  then — his  lips  were  upon  hers,  and 
she  felt  herself  struggling  feebly  against 
the  embrace  of  the  sinewy  arms. 

Only  for  a  moment  did  Lapierre  hold 
her.  With  a  movement  as  sudden  and  im- 
pulsive as  the  movement  that  embraced 
her,  the  arms  were  withdrawn,  and  the 
man  leaped  swiftly  to  his  feet.  Too  dazed 
to  speak,  Chloe  sat  motionless,  her  brain 
in  a  chaotic  whirl  of  emotion,  while  in  her 
breast  outraged  dignity  and  hot,  fierce 
anger  strove  for  the  mastery  over  a  thrill, 
so  strange  to  her,  so  new,  and  so  intense 
that  it  stirred  her  to  the  innermost  depths 
of  her  being. 

Swiftly,  unconsciously,  her  glance  rest- 
ed for  a  moment  upon  the  lean,  bearded 
face  of  MacNair;  and  beside  her  chair, 
Lapierre  noted  the  glance,  and  the  thin 
lips  twisted  in  a  smile — a  cynical  sar 
donic  smile,  that  faded  on  the  instant,  as 
his  eyes  flashed  toward  the  doorway.  For 
there,  silent  and  grim  as  he  had  seen  her 
once  before,  stood  Big  Lena,  whose  china- 
blue  eyes  were  fixed  upon  him,  in  that 
same  disconcerting,  fishlike  stare. 

THE  hot  blood  mounted  to  his  cheeks 
and  suddenly  receded,  so  that  his 
face  showed  pallid  and  pasty  in  the 
gloom  of  the  darkened  room.  He  drew 
his  hand  uncertainly  across  his  brow  anc 
found  it  damp  with  a  cold,  moist  sweat 
Was  it  fancy,  or  did  the  china-blue,  fish- 
like eyes  rest  for  just  an  instant  upon  the 
porcelain  cup  on  the  table?  With  an  effori 
the  man  composed  himself,  and  stooping 
whispered  a  few  hurried  words  into  th< 
ears  of  the  girl  who  sat  with  her  fac« 
buried  in  her  hands. 

"Forgive  me.  Miss  Elliston;  for  th« 
moment  I  forgot  that  I  had  not  right.  ] 
love  you!  Love  you  more  than  life  itself 
More  than  my  own  life — or  the  lives  o" 
others.  It  was  but  the  impulse  of  an  un 
guarded  moment  that  caused  me  to  for 
get  that  I  had  not  the  right — forget  tha 
I  am  a  gentleman.  We  love  as  we  kill  ii 
the  north.  And  now,  good-by,  I  am  goinj 
southward.  I  will  return,  if  it  is  withii 
the  power  of  man  to  return,  before  thi 
ice  skims  the  lakes  and  the  rivers." 

He  paused,  but  the  girl  remained  a 
though  she  had  not  heard  him.  He  leanei 
closer,  his  lips  almost  upon  her  ear 
"Please,  Miss  Elliston,  can  you  not  for 
give  me — wish  me  one  last  bon  voyage?' 

Slowly,  as  one  in  a  dream,  Chloe  offer 
ed  him  her  hand.  "Good-by!"  she  sai( 
simply,  in  a  dull,  toneless  voice.  The  mai 
seized  the  hand,  pressed  it  lightly,  an( 
turning  abruptly,  crossed  to  the  table 
As  he  drew  his  Stetson  toward  him,  it; 
brim  came  into  violent  contact  with  tb 
porcelain  medicine  cup.  The  cup  crashe( 
to  the  floor,  its  contents  splashing  widel; 
over  the  whip-sawed  boards. 

With  a  hurried  word  of  apology  hi 
passed  out  of  the  door — passed  close  be 
side  the  form  of  Big  Lena,  into  who* 
cold,  fishlike. eyes  the  black  eyes  stare 
insolently,  even  as  the  thin  lips  twister 
into  a  smile — cynical,  sardonic,  mockini 
To  be  Continued. 


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The  Captain  of  the 
Susan  Drew 

Continued  from  page  44. 

and  won't  put  us  ashore?"  Mrs.  Gifford 
demanded. 

All  stared  hopelessly.  No  suggestions 
were  offered. 

"Very  well,  then,"  she  said  firmly;  "I 
shall  speak  to  this  brute  myself.  I  shall 
pay  him  to  land  us.    I  shall " 

A  pair  of  feet  and  legs  appeared  on  the 
companion  ladder,  and  Captain  Decker 
descended. 

"Look  here,  sir,"  Sedley  Brown  gal- 
lantly sprang  into  the  breach.  "We've 
been  discussing  the  situation " 

"What  situation?"  demanded  the  skip- 
per. 

"We  all  know  about  this  ship,"  Mrs. 
Gifford  said  sternly.  "We  know  you  are 
smuggling  opium  into  Hawaii,  and  that 
is  why  you  refuse  to  land  us.  But  I  will 
pay  you  to  land  us.  I  will  pay  you  five 
thousand  dollars." 

"I  wouldn't  if  you  made  it  fifty  thou- 
sand," was  the  gruff  rejection. 

"I  do  make  it  fifty  thousand.  I  will  pay 
you  fifty  thousand  dollars  to  put  us  ashore 
anywhere  on  the  Hawaiian  Islands." 

CAPTAIN  DECKER  gave  her  a  search- 
ing glance,  and  seemd  convinced  that 
she  meant  it.  But  the  effect  upon  him  was 
contrary  to  what  they  expected.  His 
smooth-shaven  face,  harsh  and  savage, 
set  obstinately. 

"You  can't  walk  over  me  with  your 
money,"  he  sneered.  "Bill  Decker  ain't 
a  pauper.  Fifty  thousand  ain't  no  more 
to  me  than  a  piece  of  shavin'  paper.  Yes; 
the  Susan  Drew  is  a  smuggler,  and  I  don't 
give  a  rap  who  knows  it,  an'  I'll  see  to  it 
none  of  you  get  ashore  in  Hawaii  to 
spread  the  news.  Fifty  thousand !  Huh ! 
Me  and  my  partners  make  enough  of  this 
one  run  to  retire.  I  got  fifty  tons  of  the 
dope  below.  It's  worth  fifteen  dollars  a 
pound.  Think  I'd  risk  a  million  an'  half 
just  to  please  you?  Why,  I'd  give  fifty 
thousand  myself  to  get  rid  of  you,  if  there 
was  any  way.  But  there  ain't.  Take  it 
from  me,  madam,  I  ain't  stuck  on  you." 


V. 


THE  DAYS  came  and  went.  In  vain 
Harrison  and  Sedley  Brown  scanned 
the  sea-line  for  land.  They  knew  the 
high  peaks  of  the  Hawaiian  Islands  were 
often  sighted  a  hundred  miles  away;  but 
Captain  Decker  was  true  to  his  word  and 
raised  neither  hide  nor  hair  of  them.  His 
rendezvous  was  a  matter  of  pre-arranged 
latitude  and  longitude  in  the  ocean  waste 
far  off  from  the  traveled  steamer  tracks. 
One  day,  after  the  morning  observation, 
he  shortened  sail  and  hove  to.  Though 
days  and  nights  of  fresh  winds  blew  the 
Susan  Drew  drifted  idly.  After  each 
morning  observation,  he  would  put  on 
sail,  regain  the  lost  position,  and  heave 
to  again. 

"Of  course — the  fox — he  is  too  cun- 
ning to  venture  in  to  land,"  Harrison  re- 
marked to  Patty.  "This  is  the  meeting 
place,  where  he  will  tranship  the  opium. 
He's  made  a  good  passage  and  is  ahead  of 
his  time,  that  is  all." 

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He  dominated  any  conversation  he  en- 
gaged in,  and  rudely  broke  in  upon  any 
conversation  in  which  others  chanced  to 
be  engaged.  His  table  conduct  was  abom- 
inable. He  could  never  keep  out  of  paint 
or  tar.  He  was  stronger  than  any  two 
of  the  sailors;  and  it  was  a  splendid  sight 
to  see  him  swinging  on  a  halyard  with  a 
turn  under  a  pin,  throw  himself  back 
and  down  till  his  broad  shoulders  almost 
touched  on  the  deck.  But  the  effect  on  his 
hands  of  this  inveterate  sailorizing  was 
not  nice — at  least,  for  those  who  sat  with 
him  at  table.  His  hands,  skinned  and 
scarred,  gnarled  and  calloused,  filthy  with 
dirt  grimed  deep  into  the  texture  of  the 
skin,  were  anything  save  appetizing  to 
contemplate.  Furthermore,  he  insisted 
on  serving,  and  did  so  with  those  same 
members,  upon  which,  during  the  per- 
formance, every  eye  was  glued.  Stewed 
prunes  was  a  prime  favorite  of  his,  and 
graced  the  table  three  times  a  day.  When 
he  began  on  his  full  saucer,  all  conversa- 
tion died  away.  Every  person  at  the  table 
gazed  fascinated  at  the  prunes  disappear- 
ing into  his  mouth.  But  no  pits  came 
forth.  Toward  the  end,  he  would  solemnly 
bow  to  the  empty  saucer  and  spit  out  the 
accumulation  in  one  single,  heroic  effort. 

MRS.  GIFPORD  he  made  especially 
uncomfortable.  He  would  gaze  at 
her  for  long  periods  in  a  curious,  specu- 
laiive  way.  They  even  knew  him  to  break 
off  in  the  middle  of  a  sentence  to  gaze  at 
her,  with  dropped  jaw  and  puzzling  eyes. 

"No,  you  are  not  my  style,"  he  re- 
marked emerging  from  one  such  brown 
study.  "I  never  did  see  anything  in  stout 
brunettes.  Besides,  it  wouldn't  be  legal. 
A  sea  captain  can  splice  anybody  but  him- 
self.    He's  like  a  lighthouse  that  way." 

"A  lighthouse?"  Patty  asked,  boldly 
striving  to  divert  the  conversation. 

"A  lighthouse?  Oh,  a  sky-pilot,  a  par- 
son!" was  the  answer.  "When  a  parson 
wants  to  get  married,  he  has  to  get  some 
other  parson  to  do  the  job.  Same  with 
sea  captains.  Any  way,  blondes  is  what 
I  run  to." 

With  her  daughter  and  Temple  Harri- 
son very  much  occupied  in  aiding  each 
other  to  pass  the  time,  Mrs.  Gifford  was 
driven  more  and  more  by  Captain  Deck- 
er's persecution  to  accept  the  attentions 
of  Sedley  Brown. 

"Now,  don't  worry,"  she  told  Patty,  who 
had  twitted  her.  "I  haven't  the  slightest 
intention  of  marrying  Sedley.  He  is  too 
much  like  your  dear  father.  No,  no, 
nothing  invidious  —  your  father  was  a 
dear;  but  he  was  too  good,  too  sweet,  too 
mild.  I  never  understood  it,  either,  how 
such  a  gentle,  non-assertive  man  could 
so  successfully  wield  the  immense  finan- 
cial power  that  was  his.  Of  course.  Old 
Silas  laid  the  foundation  and  built  the 
structure,  but  your  father  ably  realized 
all  that  Silas  laad  planned  and  not  yet 
achieved.  And  he  did  more.  The  Cale- 
donia and  North  Shore  was  entirely  his 
own  idea ;  and  in  the  face  of  their  calling 
it  'Gifford's  Folly'  for  years,  look  at  what 
it  is  to-day." 

"But  I  don't  object  to  Sedley  Brown," 
Patty  hastened  to  disclaim. 

"But  I  do — as  a  husband,"  Mrs.  Gifford 
went  on.  "I  know  all  you  would  say — 
our  financial  interests  are  so  similar, 
Asiatic  Mail,  Carmel  Consolidated  and  all 
the  rest;  but  .  .  .  well,  I  couldn't 
bring  myself  to  marry  him,  that's  all. 
He's  a  dear,  kind  friend.  As  such,  I 
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dear,  if  I  ever  marry  again  it  shall  be  a 
man,  a  big,  strong  man." 

"But  father  was  big  and  strong,"  Patty 
defended.  "He  played  football  at  college. 
Sedley  Brown  says  so,  and  says  that  he 
weighed  nearly  two  hundred  pounds.  I 
scarcely  remember  him  myself.  I  wasn't 
more  than  four  or  five  years  old  at  the 
time." 

"You've  seen  photographs  and  portraits 
of  him  though.  Don't  you  remember  that 
ridiculous  beard  of  his? — and  on  so  young 
a  man!  Don't  you  see,  Patty?  That 
beard  tells  the  whole  story.  He  hid  his 
face  from  men's  eyes.  He  was  not  ag- 
gressive. He  could  never  nerve  himself  to 
walk  over  the  face  of  things  rough-shod. 
He  was  an  adept  at  finding  peaceful  ways 
around.  If  ever  I  marry  again,  it  will 
be  a  human  man,  with  spunk,  who  can 
raise  his  voice  and  swear  at  least  once 
in  a  while,  and  fly  off  the  handle;  and  if 
he  does  play  the  fool,  play  it  with 
strength.  I  could  even  forgive  such  a 
man  for  drinking  too  much  on  occasion. 
Your  father,  my  dear,  was  too  perfect 
for  a  commonplace  mortal  woman  like 
me.  But  it  is  all  beside  the  question.  I 
shall  never  marry.  There  is  no  proof  of 
your  father's  death " 

"But  the  law?"  Patty  interposed. 

"Oh,  of  course,  it  is  legally  established 
for  business  purposes !  But  I  want  moral 
proof." 

"Yet,  there  was  his  hat,  picked  up  off 
Yerba  Buena  a  week  after  his  disap- 
pearance," Patty  argued.  "In  my  mind, 
in  everybody's  mind,  there  isn't  the  slight- 
est doubt  but  that  he  was  drowned  in  San 
Francisco  Bay " 

THROUGH  the  open  skylight  from  be- 
low came  squeals  of  terror  from  Mer- 
cedes and  Matilada,  the  servile  tones  of 
Peyton,  and  the  roaring  huskiness  of  Cap- 
tain Decker's  whiskey-corroded  throat. 

"Begging  your  pardon,  sir,  I  don't 
understand,"  Peyton  was  apologizing. 

"Then  I  say  it  again,"  rasped  the  skip- 
per. "There's  the  two  skirts.  Cast  your 
larfips  over  'em.  Which'll  you  have?  The 
Dago  or  the  Eyetalian?" 

More  squalls  and  Ave  Marias  from  the 
two  maids,  and  reiterations  on  the  valet's 
part  of  non-understanding. 

"By  the  tarpaulins  of  Tartarus!" 
cursed  Captain  Decker.  "Ain't  it  plain 
as  the  nose  on  your  face?  Ain't  you  a 
man?  Ain't  these  here  women?  Ain't  I 
goin'  to  marry  you  to  one  or  the  other?" 

"But  you  can't,  sir " 

"Can't!  Maybe  you  don't  know  the 
authority  of  a  captain  on  the  high  seas? 
I  can  do  anything!  I  can  mast-head  you; 
I  can  keel-haul  you;  I — and  I  will,  if  you 
don't  pick  one  of  them  skitts,  an'  damn 
lively  about  it!" 

"But  I  won't  be  a  bigamist,  sir,  begging 
your  pardon,"  Peyton  wailed.  "I've  a  wife, 
sir,  home  in  England " 

Further  explanations  were  cut  short  by 
a  snort  of  rage  from  the  skjpper. 

"I  always  thought  there  was  something 
underhanded  about  you — you,  with  your 
lick-spittlin'  and  cringin'.  An'  a  married 
man  all  the  time!" 

"Begging  your  pardon,  sir,"  Peyton 
stammered.  "Mr.  Brown,  my  employer, 
sir,  knows  that  I  am  married.  You  ask 
him,  sir.  He  knows  I  send  regular  re- 
mittances home,  sir.    He  can  tell  you " 

"Ar-r-r-r-g-g-g!"  Captain  Decker's  in- 
articulate disgust  was  as  a  coffee-grinder 
in  violent  eruption.    "Shut  up !    What  are 
you  making  all  the  noise  about?" 
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the  house.  Send  15c  for  trial  pack- 
age   of    seed.     3     for    40c    postpaid. 

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Lift  Corns  Out 
th    Fingers 

A  few  drops  of  Freezone 
applied  directly  upon  a 
tender,  aching  corn  stops 
the  soreness  at  once  and 
soon  the  entire  corn  or 
callus  loosens  and  can  be 
lifted  off  with  the  fingers 
without  even  a  twinge 
of  pain. 

Freezone 

Removes  hard  corns,  soft 
corns,  also  corns  between  the 
toes  and  hardened  calluses. 
Does  not  irritate  or  inflame 
the  surrounding  skin  or  tis- 
sue. You  feel  no, pain  when 
applying  it  or  afterward. 
Women!  Keep  a  small  bottle 
of  Freezone  on  your  dresser 
and  never  let  a  corn  ache 
twice. 

Small  bottUt  can   be  had  at   ant 
drug  store  in  the  U.S.  or  Canada 

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uam. 

Nufi'mg  and 
Prospective    /^     X 
Mothers       10  ^^■ 


Building 
Up 


THOUSANDS    of    Canadian 
mothers  have  proven  how 
valuable  Is  the  regular  use 
of  LACTAGOL. 

Before  baby  Is  born,  while 
nursing  him  and  at  all  other 
times.  LACTAGOL  brings  the 
blessing  of  health  and  strength. 
It  naturally  enriches  the  qual- 
ity, and  increases  the  flow  of 
mother's  mills  —  invigorating 
the  whole  system. 
Physicians  everywhere  recom- 
mend LACTAGOL.  Nursing 
Homes  use  It  regularly. 
Regular  size,  $1.25—3  for  $3.50 
Small  size,  75c— 3  for  J2.00 

LACTAGOL  Is  sold  by  all  good 
druggists,  or  can  be  had  direct  on 
recei  pt  of  price. 
Delivered  free. 

R.   J.    OLD 

So!e  Agent 

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The  Outlaw  Boar 

Continued  from  page  50. 


AT  TEN  o'clock  the  party  issued  forth. 
It  was  a  fine  late  fall  day.  The  air 
was  crisp  and  bracing.  The  rocks  rang 
like  metal  to  the  footsteps,  and  a  film  of 
frost  had  spread  over  all  the  evergreen 
boles  and  foliage.  Barton  had  come  over 
early  to  see  if  the  American  had  arrived 
and  little  persuasion  was  required  to 
press  him  into  the  hunt. 

Not  ten  minutes  after  leaving  the  shan- 
ties did  the  old  hound,  leading  the  pack, 
break  into  a  deep-voiced  bay  and  dash  oflf 
through  the  underbrush.  In  the  desire 
to  make  the  hunt  as  interesting  as  pos- 
sible, every  dog  in  camp  had  been  requi- 
sitioned, and  a  nondescript  pack  issued 
forth.  Old  Caesar  was  brought  along  be- 
cause of  his  excellent  trailing  propensi- 
ties, and  in  addition  to  the  wolfhounds, 
Smart,  a  snappy  bull-terrier,  and  Jo,  a 
mongrel  collie,  were  now  trailing  out  in 
the  chase. 

"We'll  never  catch  them,"  panted  Mc- 
Shane  as  he  labored  along.  "Those  dogs 
will  run  for  miles."  Suddenly,  however, 
a  distant  clamor  was  heard,  and  the  noise 
grew  stronger.  The  chase,  whatever  it 
was,  had  turned,  and  was  coming  nearer. 

"There  they  are.  My  God,  what's  that 
they're  chasing?"  burst  out  McShane, 
pointing  to  an  elevation  a  quarter  mile 
away.  Along  the  plateau,  racing  at  top 
speed,  was  the  boar,  and  stretching  out 
far  behind  him  came  the  wolfhounds, 
hound,  and  collie  in  order. 

"They'll  corner  him  in  three  minutes," 
shouted  Barton.  "Come  over  this  way 
and  we'll  see  the  finish."  And,  cutting 
across  diagonally,  the  men  joined  the  pur- 
suit. 

SURE  enough,  the  prey  was  cornered 
in  a  few  moments.  In  a  small  pocket 
gully,  the  black  boar  wheeled  to  face  his 
foes,  and  when  the  hunters  rushed  up, 
the  fight  was  on  in  terrible  earnest. 

The  clamor  at  first  had  been  tremend- 
ous, the  wolfhounds  opening  out  their 
deep  voices  at  the  sight  of  the  creature 
at  bay.  This,  however,  soon  died  in  the 
stress  of  a  fearful  combat.  It  was  a  ver- 
itable vortex  of  animals  which  the  men 
witnessed  from  the  top  of  a  neighboring 
boulder.  When  the  hounds,  roaring 
around  the  corner  in  full  tongue,  had 
come  suddenly  upon  the  great  black  beast, 
standing  chop-chopping  in  the  shadow  of 
the  rock,  they  had  piled  on  him  even  as 
a  wave  piles  on  a  half-submerged  reef. 
The  sheer  weight  of  attack  would  have 
seemed  to  overwhelm  him.  But  in  a  mo- 
ment the  charge  was  scattered.  As  the 
dogs  were  hurled  off,  a  fearsome  gash 
ran  red  on  the  flanks  of  one.  The  collie, 
leaping  fearlessly  to  the  attack,  as  such 
dogs  do  in  the  first  flush  of  valor,  can- 
noned off  the  battle-scarred  shoulder,  un- 
harmed, escaping  by  the  merest  inch  a 
sweep  of  razor-edged  fangs. 

Again  the '  pursuers  rushed  like  an 
avalanche,  and  once  again  were  shaken 
off.  The  big  hounds  could  not  gain  a  grip 
on  the  coarse,  heavy  throat,  and  again 
and  again  the  huge  powerful  head,  weav- 
ing back  and  forth  with  uncanny  rapidity, 
hurled  them  aside,  bleeding  and  torn. 

There  was  something  devilish  in  the  last 
stand  of  the  big  outlaw.  Crouching,  with 
head  lowered  and  slaver  streaming  from 
his  chopping  jaws,  he  met  every  rush  of 
his    foes   with    a    vicious    nimbleness    of 


movement  that  was  amazing.  His  little 
red  eyes,  gleaming  from  the  bloody, 
scarred  face,  seemed  fixed  in  a  straight 
gaze,  but  the  great  head  was  faced  to 
meet  every  attack. 

THE  battle  was  going  hard  with  the 
hounds.  The  big  pedigreed  brutes, 
fagged  with  the  chase  on  the  rocks  and 
baffled  by  the  fearful  sidelong  sweeps  and 
nimble  drives  of  the  boar,  were  sobbing  in 
their  throats,  as  they  launched  themselves 
again  and  again  at  ,the  foot  of  the  rock. 
The  collie  with  two  great  body  gashes  was 
nearly  out  of  it,  and  the  foxhound,  never 
a  fighter,  was  stepping  cautiously  about 
in  the  background,  seeking  an  opening. 

But  the  day  of  the  outcast  had  come. 
The  fight  had  gone  even  harder  with  him. 
The  muscles  of  a  foreleg  had  been  strip- 
ped in  a  chance  grip  of  the  collie,  and  his 
head  and  shoulders  were  a  mass  of  bleed- 
ing wounds.  Then,  too,  the  appearance 
of  the  men  in  the  background  filled  his 
soul  once  more  with  that  vague  dread 
which  had  always  been  with  him  since 
the  shot  in  the  dusk  had  seared  his 
shoulder. 

It  was  strategy,  however,  which  hast- 
ened the  end  of  the  combat;  the  cunning 
of  lesser  assailants  pitted  against  the 
stronger,  and  backed  up  with  a  last  tre- 
mendous avalanche  of  energy.  Like  a 
white  streak,  the  terrier,  thirty  pounds 
of  daredevil  recklessness,  hurled  him- 
self at  the  throat  of  the  boar.  At  the 
same  moment  the  old  fox-hound,  long- 
used  to  harrying  deer,  stole  from  the 
rear  and  snapped  the  tendons  of  his 
quarters.  With  a  roar  the  two  big  dogs 
leaped  in,  and  even  the  mangled  collie 
dragged  in  for  the  finish.  For  the  first 
time  the  prey  was  down,  but  the  fight 
waged  none  the  less  furiously  for  the 
time.  But  the  last  few  moments  were 
destined  to  be  brief.  Above  the  din  of 
the  scrimmage,  the  sharp,  clear  crack  of 
a  rifle  rang  out.  In  a  minute  all  action 
was  stilled.  The  body  of  the  boar  relaxed, 
and  the  assailants  drew  off.  Tom  Barton, 
from  the  crest  of  the  rock,  lifted  his  smok- 
ing rifle,  and  scrambled  down  to  join  the 
rest  of  the  hunters.  The  hounds  were 
whimpering  and  comforting  their  sores, 
and  the  American  was  solicitously  ex- 
amining them  for  serious  injuries.  But 
Barton  stood  gazing  at  the  frame  stretch- 
ed out  and  stiffened  in  death. 

"Poor  old  divil,"  he  said,  looking  down 
at  the  massive  head  and  shoulders.  "So 
I  was  right  after  all.  Couldn't  make  the 
grade,  could  you,  old  chap?  But  you're 
the  gamest  fighter  of  them  all."  And 
he  took  off  his  hat  in  respect. 

WHENEVER  Georgian  Bay  is  men- 
tioned in  the  home  of  Cyrus  Mc- 
Shane, of  Pittsburgh,  he  has  a  story  to 
tell,  and,  grasping  the  visitor  gently  by 
the  arm,  he  will  propel  him  into  his  den, 
where,  on  the  walls  hangs  a  remarkable 
boar's  head.  Somehow  the  expression  of 
the  eyes  is  that  of  a  captured  outlaw, 
bold,  hard,  defiant,  and  yet  with  some- 
thing of  a  wistful  straining  after  free- 
dom. McShane  relates  his  story  very 
well;  the  trapper  in  the  north  country 
could  tell  it  even  better;  but  to  the  keen 
observer,  the  eyes  on  the  wall  read  out 
their  version,  which  is  more  graphic  than 
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Fifty  Years  ot  Busi- 
ness Expansion 

Continued  from  page  36. 

were  under  $13,000,000  in  value,  then  the 
growth  becomes  all  the  more  remarkable. 
For,  in  1916,  Canada's  trade  amounted  to 
nearly  a  billion  and  a  half  dollars;  her  ex- 
ports of  manufactured  products  to  $242,- 
000,000,  and  her  exports  of  agricultural 
products  to  $250,000,000.  Her  mineral 
exports  in  the  same  period  jumped  from 
$1,800,000  to  nearly  $67,000,000,  and  the 
products  of  her  fisheries  from  $3,500,000 
to  over  $22,000,000. 

The  development  of  trade  has  been  gra- 
phically reflected  in  the  expansion  of  the 
financial  institutions  of  the  country, 
notably  the  chartered  banks  and  the  in- 
surance companies.  There  were  as  a 
matter  of  fact,  more  banks  doing  business 
in  1867  than  there  are  to-day,  but  the 
banks  of  the  Confederation  year  were 
very  much  smaller  and,  in  several  cases, 
they  were  in  a  notoriously  shaky  condi- 
tion. In  all  there  were  twenty-six  of  them 
in  existence,  with  a  paid-up  capital  among 
them  of  approximately  thirty  millions,  or 
about  a  quarter  of  the  paid-up  capital  of 
the  twenty-one  institutions  now  operating 
under  Dominion  charters.  There  were 
about  120  branches  doing  business,  the 
large  majority  of  which  were  located  in 
the  Upper  Provinces. 

Since  1867,  sixteen  of  the  twenty-six 
chartered  banks  on  the  list  in  that  year 
have  disappeared,  either  through  failure 
or  amalgamation,  leaving  but  ten  of  their 
number  to  carry  on  the  traditions  of  the 
pre-Confederation  days.  The  survivors, 
in  point  of  age,  are  the  Bank  of  Montreal, 
Bank  of  Nova  Scotia,  Bank  of  British 
North  America,  Bank  of  Toronto,  Mol- 
son's  Bank,  Bank  Nationale,  Merchants 
Bank,  Banque  Provinciale,  Union  Bank 
and  Canadian  Bank  of  Commerce. 
Eleven  new  banks  have  been  established, 
bringing  the  present  total  up  to  twenty- 
one. 

To-day  Canadian  banks  have  over  3,000 
branches  in  Canada  alope,  not  to  mention 
agencies  in  the  United  States,  the  West 
Indies  and  elsewhere.  Their  assets  have 
grown  since  1867  from  seventy-five 
millions  to  well  over  two  billions;  their 
liabilities  from  forty  millions  to  over 
eighteen  hundred  millions.  They  have  de- 
posits of  over  fifteen  hundred  millions,  as 
compared  with  twenty-five  millions  fifty 
years  ago,  and  their  circulation  has  ex- 
panded in  the  half-century  from  nine 
millions  to  over  $132,000,000. 

Life  insurance  was  the  smallest  of 
Canada's  financial  institutions  in  1867. 
Only  one  Canadian  company, — the  Can- 
ada Life,  which  had  been  organized  in 
1847, — was  operating,  and  the  total  in- 
surance in  force  of  all  companies,  includ- 
ing British  and  American  did  not  exceed 
$30,000,000.  Progress  in  this  one  business 
alone  has  been  little  short  of  phenomenal. 
Company  after  company  has  been  organ- 
ized until  to-day  no  fewer  than  twenty- 
six  domestic  companies  are  reporting 
annually  to  the  Dominion  Department  of 
Insurance,  not  to  speak  of  fifteen  British 
and  sixteen  American  companies. 

By  the  end  of  1916,  the  insurance  in 
force  on  the  lives  of  Canadians 
amounted  to  nearly  a  billion  and  a  half 
dollars,  of  which  nine  hundred  millions 
was  carried  by  our  own  Canadian  insti- 
Continued  on  page  92. 


Jamieson  Loses  a 
Hat 

White  and  Jamieson  are  two  engineers. 
White  has  the  modern  mind — goes  in  for 
cost-study.  Jamieson  is  old-fashioned — 
goes  in  for  production  and  efficiency,  as 
applied  to  the  mechanics  of  his  depart- 
ment, but  has  little  liking  for  the  arith- 
metic of  business. 

White  was  arguing  for  the  economy  of 
an  oil  filter — for  a  Tracy  Oil  Filter  in  par- 
ticular, since  he  was  familiar  with  this 
device.  He  claimed  that  it  was  sheer 
economy  to  spend  $60  or  so  on  a  Tracy 
Oil  Filter,  by  which  lubricating  oil  could 
be  filtered  and  re-used,  rather  than  to  get 
along  without  a  device  of  this  sort. 

Jamieson  contended  that  such  a  con- 
trivance was  just  a  bit  of  extfavagance, 
and  was  not  worth  the  money,  and  that 
it  wasn't  possible  to  cleanse  oil  after  it 
had  once  been  used.  His  whole  attitude 
of  mind  was  one  of  negation — of  denial. 
Conservative,  capable,  cautious  and 
canny,  he  responded  but  little  to  the  en- 
thusiasm of  salesmen  who  sought  to  sell 
him  this  equipment  and  that. 

"Jamieson,"  said  White,  "I'll  just  bet 
you  a  new  hat  that  you'll  change  your 
mind  about  this  matter,  if  you  have  the 
honesty  and  courage  to  put  the  matter  to 
the  test.  I'll  tell  you  what  I'll  do:  I'll 
put  a  Tracy  Oil  Filter  in  your  engine 
room  and  supply  my  choice  of  lubricat- 
ing oils,  and  give  you  three  months  to 
try  it  out.  You  are  to  keep  a  close  ac- 
count of  the  oil  consumption.  Then  run 
your  engine  the  old  way  for  an  equal 
period  with  your  choice  of  oil.  Then 
we'll  match  costs,  and  you  can  compare 
experiences." 

Rather  reluctantly,  Jamieson  con- 
sented. 

Six  months  went  by. 
"Well,  old  man,  whats  the  verdict?" 
said  White. 

"You  win,"  said  Jamieson.  "Man,  I  am 
beaten.  And  I'll  be  honest  with  you.  I 
hated  like  Sam  Hill  to  return  to  the  old 
way  when  the  three  months  of  use  of  the 
Tracy  Filter,  and  your  choice  of  oil,  were 
up." 

On  Jamieson's  engine  was  a  Rochester 
Automatic  Force  Feed  Lubricator.  Jamie- 
son had  long  ago  been  persuaded  to  use 
this  method  for  lubricating  the  cylinders 
of  his  engine,  for  he  knew  from  one 
source  and  another  and  from  actual  per- 
sonal experience  that  Automatic  Force 
Feed  Lubrication  is  really  the  only  cor- 
rect method  for  lubricating  the  cylinders 
of  all  types  of  engines,  pumps,  ice  ma- 
chines and  compressors,  so  the  Rochester 
Lubricator  on  his  engine  was  there  as  a 
matter  of  experience  and  established 
belief. 

But  it  was  the  further  step — the  adop- 
tion of  the  allied  device,  the  oil  filter, 
that  Jamieson  had  baulked  at. 

Now  he's  a  convert.  He  knows  that  the 
value  of  consumed  oil  is  not  necessarily 
taken  away;  that  even  though  it  may  be 
dirty  and  contain  particles  of  metal,  gum, 
dirt  and  acid,  all  of  these  contaminations 
can  be  removed  without  subtraction  from 
the  lubricating  quality  of  the  oil.  He  has 
convinced  himself  that  the  Tracy  Oil 
Filter  enables  him  to  save  75  c/^  on  for- 
mer oil  bills;  and  this  in  turn  enables 
him  to  use  higher  grades  of  oil,  and 
still  be  far  below  former  costs.  Jamie- 
son's  experience  in  this  matter  has 
done  him  a  world  of  good.  He  paid  a 
new    hat    for     it,     but     it    was    cheaply 


bought  experience.  White  finds  him 
more  open-minded,  and  together  they  are 
making  faster  progress  in  the  direction 
of  efficiency  in  its  arithmetical  aspects. 

Tracy  Oil  Filters  cost  from  $30  to  $120, 
according  to  size;  and  Rochester  Auto- 
matic Force  Feed  Lubricators  from  $18 
to  $150,  according  to  size.  Both  these 
devices  are  sold  by  Darling  Brothers, 
Limited,  Steam  Appliance  Experts, 
Montreal,  who. will  be  glad  to  give  fur- 
ther information. — Advt 


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tutions.  The  latter,  whose  assets  in  the 
year  of  Confederation  were  a  mere  baga- 
telle, now  show  accumulated  wealth  ap- 
proximating three  hundred  million  dol- 
lars; their  annual  income  runs  to  over 
sixty  million  dollars ;  while  they  disbursed 
last  year  to  policyholders  or  to  their  bene- 
ficiaries nearly  twenty-five  million  dollars 
in  cash. 

The  business  of  fire  insurance  has  en- 
joyed a  similar  expansion.  Our  Canadian 
companies,  then  few  in  number  and  unin- 
fluential,  had  at  risk  in  1867  about  fifty 
million  dollars,  on  which  they  were  receiv- 
ing premiums  of  somewhat  less  than  half 
a  million  dollars  and  paying  losses  of 
from  a  quarter  to  half  a  million  dollars 
a  year.  Last  year,  the  domestic  fire  com- 
panies had  $663,758,129  at  risk,  on  which 
they  were  receiving  premiums  of  nearly 
five  million  dollars,  while  they  met  losses 
during  the  year  of  over  half  that  amount. 

One  might  proceed  and  produce  figures 
bewildering  in  their  detail  to  demonstrate 
how  far  Canada  has  progressed  in  every 
department  of  business  activity  since 
1867.  The  tremendous  expansion  of  agri- 
culture due  to  the  opening  up  and  settle- 
ment of  the  West;  the  development  of 
mining,  which  is  placing  Canada  in  the 
forefront  of  the  mineral-producing  coun- 
tries of  the  world;  the  growth  of  the 
fisheries;  the  extension  of  hydro-electric 
power  in  industry;  these  and  a  hundred 
other  matters  might  easily  be  referred  to 
as  aifording  means  of  gauging  the  coun- 
try's fifty  years  of  progress.  However, 
enough  has  been  written  to  give  a  faint 
idea  of  the  Canada  of  fifty  years  ago  and 
with  this  in  mind  it  is  not  difficult  to  pic- 
ture mentally  the  extent  of  development. 

Some  Canadian 
Contrasts 

Continued  from  page  38. 

for  gold,"  in  Tennyson's  expressive  phrase 
has  seized  upon  this  white  or  yellow  or 
red  men  in  the  heart  of  the  wild  hills, 
where  no  staking  out  is  required  and  the 
only  equipment  is  the  old  basin. 

Now  go  to  the  Yukon  and  see  the  differ- 
ence where  hydraulic  mining  has  largely 
superseded  all  other  methods  and  where 
the  impact  of  the  waters,  thrown  with 
titanic  force  against  the  hillsides,  does 
the  work  <rf  a  hundred  men  in  a  trice  of 
the  time.  It  is  mining  by  wholesale  in- 
stead of  retail  away  up  in  this  north- 
western jumping-off  place  of  Canada. 

It  is  moreover  interesting  to  note  the 
change  in  costume,  even  during  the  last 
generation.  Study,  for  example,  the 
Harris  painting  of  the  Fathers  of  Con- 
federation as  to  the  dress  of  that  famous 
coterie  of  statesmen,  or  gaze  upon  any 
ancient  daguerro  type  to  realize  the  extra- 
ordinary styles  then  in  vogue.  The  pon- 
derous white  hats  of  the  men  are  matched 
by  the  voluminous  skirts  of  the  women. 
Contrasted  with  Canada  to-day,  the  coun- 
try is  not  standing  still  in  the  matter  of 
styles  and  costumes. 

Thus  measured  by  contrasts,  how  re- 
markable and  how  comparatively  rapid 
has  been  Canada's  development!  A  cen- 
tury has  brought  to  pass  a  revolution, 
even  the  half  century  since  Confederation 
has  witnessed  no  less  startling  changes. 
And  if  this  is  the  tale  of  a  hundred  or  half 
a  hundred  years,  what  will  be  the  story 
of  the  coming  decades  as  more  contrasts 
will  be  created  and  new  advances  made? 

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fountain-like  action  autoni»tically  moistens  the 
pad.  which  in  tuni  moi.stens  the  envelope  flap, 
while  the  foot  pressure  ensures  every  envelope 
being  sealed  tightly.  Why  allow  your  clerks  to 
s«al  envelopes  the  old,  slow,  insanitary  way, 
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Continued  from  page  47. 

demanded  Gilbert,  following  instructions, 
Tn  an  absent  minded  sort  of  way. 

"Come  and  sit  right  down,  old  chap. 
I'm  the  happiest  man  alive."  Nutley's 
countenance  radiated  with  deep-lit  joy 
as  he  drew  Balker  to  his  side. 

"What's  the  answer?"  enquired  Gilbert 
nervously,  as  he  gingerly  took  a  seat.  He 
began  to  think  Nutley  was  showing  signs 
of  mental  aberration,  or  semi-intoxica- 
tion. 

"You're  one  of  the  family,  Gilbert — it 
will  soon  be  out  anyway.  Milly  and  I  .are 
engaged.  What  do  you  think  of  that  my 
bonny  boy?" 

"Engaged!"  gasped  Gilbert,  half  rising. 
"Ridiculous!  You've  or}ly  known  her  a 
week.  ■  Absurd!" 

"A  day  is  a  lifetime,"  replied  Nutley 
rapturously,  "a  week  an  eternity." 

"But  look  here,  I  say,"  floundered  Gil- 
bert desperately.  "I  expected — my  mother 
suggested — why,  I  was  going  to  propose 
myself." 

"Too  late,  old  chap,"  he  heard  Nutley 
say.  as  in  a  trance.  "You  should  rise 
earlier  in  the  morning,  and  by  the  way, 
it  looks  very  much  as  if  the  last  one  is 
on  you  —  what?  Never  mind,  Gil,  old 
bucko,  you  are  my  first  choice  for  best 
man." 

"Dammit,"  groaned  Gilbert  Balker,  as 
he  again  pressed  the  button,  with  quite 
unnecessary  force. 

The  Master 

Smuggler    . 

Continued  front  page  41. 

dian  Customs  Officer  wishes  to  see  him 
at  once." 

Th^  clerk  looked  startled  and  promptly 
called  up  one  of  the  big  hotels  where  he 
got  in  touch  with  Oleson. 

"He  wants  you  to  go  over  to  see  him," 
the  clerk  said  after  a  brief  colloquy  with 
his  chief.  He  named  one  of  the  prominent 
hotels. 

Duncan  went  right  over  and  Oleson  met 
him  in  the  rotunda.  The  Master  Smug- 
gler was  quite  unruffled  and  cheerful. 

"Good  morning,  sir,"  he  said.  "Are  you 
looking  for  me?" 

"I  guess  so,"  replied  Duncan.  ")fou 
look  like  Oleson  to  me." 

"That's  my  name,"  said  Oleson. 

THEY  sized  each  other  up,  for  a  mo- 
ment, both  smiling  and  apparently 
unconcerned.  It  might  have  been  a  meet- 
ing between  old  college  chums  for  all  the 
people  scattered  around  the  rotunda  could 
have  told.  "This  man  is  going  to  be  a 
good  loser,"  said  Duncan  to  himself. 
Jocularly,  he  asked:  "Do  you  play 
poker?"  He  knew  as  a  matter  of  fact 
that  the  Norwegian  was  a  wonderful 
player  of  the  American  national  game. 
Oleson  had  played  "stud"  in  the  mining 
and  railway  camps  and  "draw"  in  the 
fashionable  clubs  -  of  Milwaukee  where 
stakes  ran  high;  and  his  perfect  nerve  and 
coolness  had  made  him  a  sure  winner 
everywhere. 

OLESON  now  led  the  way  to  the  ele- 
vators and  they  shot  up  to  his  room 
on  the  tenth  floor.  He  opened  the  door 
and  Duncan  passed  in.     Oleson  followed, 


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closed  the  door  and  locked  it  with  a 
quick  turn  of  the  wrist  and  slipped  the 
key  into  his  pocket.  Duncan  heard,  but 
never  turned  his  head.  Instead  he  walked 
to  the  table  and  drew  up  a  chair  in  which 
he  seated  himself,  ready  for  the  con- 
ference. 

Oleson  placed  his  own  chair  so  that  he 
sat  at  the  end  of  the  table,  thus  man- 
oeuvering  so  that  the  table  was  not  be- 
tween the  two  of  them. 

"I  suppose  you  know  what  I  am  here 
for?"  asked  Duncan,  to  start  the  ball  roll- 
ing. 

"Yes,  damn  you!"  replied  Oleson,  with 
a  show  of  anger  that  appeared  a  little 
forced.  "I've  known  you  were  after  me 
for  some  time.  I've  heard,  too,  that  you 
are  going  to  hold  a  charge  of  murder  over 
my  head." 

THIS  was  sheer  bluff;  and  they  both 
knew  it.  The  incident  to  which  the 
Norwegian  referred  had  occuri'ed  a  couple 
of  years  before  and  had  created  some 
newspaper  talk.  Oleson  and  one  of  his 
men  had  been  crossing  the  Skeena  River 
in  British  Columbia  with  a  suitcase  in 
which  had  been  packed  a  valuable  store  of 
jewelry  on  which  not  a  cent,  of  course, 
had  been  paid.  It  was  in  spring  and  the 
ice  had  not  cleared  off  entirely  so  that  the 
passage  was  a  dangerous  one.  In  the 
course  of  the  trip  over  the  boat  upset  and 
Oleson's  companion  sank.  Oleson  himself 
clung  to  the  overturned  boat  until  rescued, 
and  the  story  ran  that,  when  the  other 
man  tried  to  cling  to  the  same  unstable 
support,  he  was  unmercifully  pounded 
back  into  the  yeasty  waters.  However, 
Oleson  came  ashore — and  brought  the 
suitcase  with  him! 

This  story  Duncan  had  heard  in  the 
course  of  his  investigations.  It  might 
be  true  or  it  might  not.  At  any  rate  it 
had  no  particular  concern  for  the  customs 
service;  and  Oleson  knew  this. 

AS  OLESON  spoke  he  took  from  his 
pocket  a  large  clasp  knife  which  he 
kept  snapping  open  and  shut  after  the 
practice  of  bushmen.  His  attitude  was 
very  threatening.  His  hard,  piercing  eye 
was  fixed  on  Duncan  with  an  intentness 
that  aimed  at  intimidation.  But  the  Can- 
adian never  batted  an  eyelash.  He  looked 
smilingly  at  Oleson  and  proceeded  to 
"call"  his  bluff. 

"My  dear  fellow,"  he  said,  "I  haven't 
charged  you  with  anything  yet.  Please 
don't  make  yourself  appear  the  bad  man 
you  say  you  are.  Up  to  the  present  I've 
been  forming  a  rather  good  opinion  of  you. 
You  look  like  a  man  to  me,  so  please  let's 
talk  business — rationally." 

"In  the  first  place,"  he  went  on,  "we 
don't  deal  with  murder  charges.  They  are 
handled  by  the  North  West  Mounted 
Police.  I  guess  you  know  them  well 
enough  to  feel  that  they'll  do  their  duty. 
If  there  was  anything  in  this  murder 
charge  you'd  have  heard  of  them  before 
now.  You  know,  as  the  Blackfoot  Indian 
says,  'Dey  have  damn  big  eyes  and  long 
ears.' 

"So  much  for  that  matter.  We'll  drop 
it  there,  if  you  are  agreeable.  I  want 
you  to  distinctly  understand  that  we  deal 
neither  in  threats  nor  hearsay.  Our  work 
is  handled  on  the  basis  of  facts,  and  facts 
alone.  Now  then,"  and  Duncan's  fist  came 
down  on  the  table  to  emphasize  the  fact 
that  he  had  come  to  his  point,  "what  I 
wanted  to  ascertain  from  you  first  hand 
are  the  facts  about  your  smuggling!    We 


know  that  you  smuggled  and  caused  to 
be  smuggled  large  quantities  of  watches 
and  jewelry  into  Canada  during  the  past 
six  years." 

Oleson  did  not  say  anything.  But  that 
he  appreciated  the  time  for  bluffing  was 
passed,  was  evidenced  by  his  closing  up 
the  knife  and  putting  it  away. 

"In  the  first  place,  do  you  deny  that 
you  have  smuggled  goods  into  Canada?" 
asked  Duncan,  looking  Oleson  squarely  in 
the  eye. 

Oleson  thought  hard  for  a  minute  and 
then  replied: 

"No,  I  guess  I  won't  deny  it." 

"Well,  then,"  said  the  Canadian  official, 
"all  that  remains  to  be  done  is  to  go 
through  your  books  and  determine  the 
value  of  all  the  goods  you  have  smuggled 
into  Canada.  Then  we  can  fix  the  amount 
of  duty  which  you  owe  thereon  and  arrive 
at  a  basis  of  settlement." 

r\  LESON  was  a  little  taken  aback  at 
v-'  this  suggestion.  He  had  probably 
anticipated  a  demand  for  settlement  on 
a  fixed  amount.  The  idea  of  paying  on 
all  the  tremendous  volume  of  stuflf  that 
had  been  shipped  across  the  line  probably 
took  his  breath  away.  And  yet,  at  the 
very  moment  he  had  a  clerk  in  his  office 
busily  burning  invoices  and  covering  the 
trail  generally. 

"How  much  is  this  thing  going  to  cost 
me?"  he  asked. 

"That  depends  upon  the  value  of  the 
goods  you've  smuggled,"  replied  Duncan. 

"If  it  is  too  much,  I'm  likely  to  tell 
you  to  go  to  the  devil,"  said  Oleson. 

"My  good  fellow,"  replied  Duncan, 
"that  will  be  up  to  you.  I  suppose 
though  you  know  your  brother  is  under 
arrest  in  Vancouver?  Do  you  want  him 
to  go  to  jail  for  five  years?  How  much 
does  he  make  for  you  in  a  year?  I  sup- 
pose you  are  likewise  aware  that  we  have 
every  dollar's  worth  of  goods  you  have 
stored  in  the  banks  and  trust  companies 
in  Canada  under  seizure?" 

"Yes,  I  know,"  replied  Oleson.  "I've 
had  nothing  but  damn  telegrams  raining 
on  me  for  two  days.  My  brother  Billy  is 
scared  stiff  in  Vancouver  and  has  been 
burning  up  my  money  on  the  wires  ever 
since  they  caught  him.  What  the  devil 
do  you  want,  anyway?  You  have  pretty 
nearly  everything  that  I  own  now." 

"I  want  to  go  through  your  books  and 
invoices,"  replied  Officer  Duncan,  "and 
establish  to  my  satisfaction  the  value  of 
the  goods  you  have  smuggled.  Then  we 
can  talk  turkey.  In  the  meantime,  as 
we  appear  to  understand  each  other,  let 
us  go  to  your  office  and  get  busy." 

Oleson  yawned  sleepily  as  if  a  load  had 
been  removed  from  his  shoulders,  got  up, 
unlocked  his  door  and  led  the  way  out  of 
the  hotel  and  down  town  to  his  office. 

AS  THEY  walked  in,  a  man  with  a 
shoebox  under  his  arm  was  walking 
out  of  the  office.  Duncan  afterwards 
learned  that  it  was  "Sleepy  Ike"  Carls- 
trom,  one  of  the  trustiest  lieutenants  of 
Oleson.  He  appeared  a  little  uneasy  at 
seeing  them  and  hesitated  a  moment.  Ole- 
son nodded  to  him  to  return  and  the  three 
stepped  into  the  office  together.  At  a  fur- 
ther nod  from  his  leader,  "Sleepy  Ike" 
laid  the  shoebox  on  the  desk  and  quietly 
vanished.  He  stayed  not  on  the  order  of 
his  going.  In  fact  he  seemed  anxious  to 
go. 

"Just  to  show  you  that  I  am  playing 
fair,"  said  Oleson,  opening  the  box.     It 


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was  filled  with  watches.  "That  pile  is 
worth  $2,700.  My  man  was  starting  out 
for  Canada  with  it.  And  he  would  have 
made  the  grade  too." 

However,  he  had  not  played  as  fair  as 
he  desired  to  make  out.  The  invoices  were 
a  pile  of  ashes  down  in  the  furnace.  It 
was  impossible,  therefore,  to  arrive  at  a 
correct  estimate  of  the  total  amount  of 
the  operations  and  the  matter  of  settle- 
ment became  one  of  force.  The  officer 
used  the  weapons  in  his  hands  to  bring 
the  head  of  the  organization  to  time. 
And  he  finally  succeeded. 

THAT  evening  Oleson  and  Duncan 
dined  together  at  the  Radison  and 
the  following  day  lunched  at  the  same 
place.  In  the  afternoon  of  the  second  day, 
Oleson  handed  Duncan  a  New  York  draft 
for  the  amount  settled  upon.  To  raise 
the  money  Oleson  had  been  forced  to 
realize  on  a  substantial  block  of  G.T.P. 
bonds  that  he  held.  They  shook  hands  and 
parted  on  friendly  terms. 

"Come  down  to  the  office,  Duncan,"  said 
the  Master,  "I'd  like  to  give  you  a  little 
souvenir — one  of  the  finest  watches  I 
carry.  You  can  pay  the  duty  on  it  when 
you  cross  the  line." 

"Good-bye,  Oleson,"  said  Duncan. 

And  the  amount  of  the  cheque?  The 
customs  authorities  refuse  to  tell.  But  it 
was,  in  Duncan's  words,  a  "whopper." 


Sunshine  in  Mariposa 

Continued  from  page  53. 


you  treat  her  badly? 


Out,  out,  you 


go 


[He  huRtles  her  out.     Enter  Bill.] 
Jeff. — Arrest  me,  arrest  me! 
Bill.— Good  morning,  Mr.  Thorpe. 
Jeff. — Arrest  me!    I  robbed  the  bank, 
I  confess  it.     .     .     .     Arrest  me! 

Bill    (sitting   down   and  shaking   his 
head).  — Can't    be    done,    Mr.    Thorpe. 
(Fawns.) 
Jeff.- — Why  not?     I've  confessed. 
Bill. — Sorry,  you  didn't  rob  it. 
Jeff. — But  I  say  I  did.    I  broke  in  at 
night.    I  blew  open  the  safe.    I  took  the 
money.     I   meant  to  run  off  with   it  to 
spend  it  on  horse  races    .    .    .    dog  fights 
.     .     .     anything! 

Bill. — Sorry.     We   know   you   didn't. 
We  can  prove  it. 
Jeff. — You  can't. 

Bill. — Yep.     First  you  weren't  there 
at  the  time. 
Jeff  — I  was. 

Bill. — Second   (yawn)  you  was  some- 
where else. 

Jeff. — I  was  not. 

Bill. — You  was,  and  third,  young  Pup- 
kin  has  come  to  and  told  all  about  it. 
Jeff. — Peter  come  to! 
Bill. — Yep!         He    ain't   much    hurt. 
Head  a  bit  cracked.      (Yawns.)     A  con- 
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Jeff. — That's  a  different  kind  of  head 
.    .    .    but    .    .    .    he's  better,  that's  one 
relief    .    .    .    one  big  relief. 

Bill. — Yep  .  .  .  out  in  two  or  three 
days,  doctor  says. 

Jeff. — And  who  did  rob  the  bank.  .  . 
What's  the  truth  of  it  all? 

Bill. — Well,  here's  Mr.  Mullins  com- 
ing .  .  .  he'll  tell  you  all  about  it. 
I've  got  to  go  and  help  hunt  for  Andy 
Claggett. 

[Exit  Bill.     Enter  Mullins.] 
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ivards  Jeff)  . — Mr.  Thorpe,  may  I  shake 
your  hand?    I  owe  you  an  apology  for  the 
boy's  sake     .     .     .     for  Pupkin's. 
You  needn't  try  to  shield  him  any  more. 
There's  nothing  to  shield. 

Jeff. — Shield  him?    I  wasn't  trying — 

MULLINS. — Come,  come  .  .  .  we've 
got  the  whole  story  now.  .  .  Young 
Pupkin  has  come  to  and  told  us  all  that 
happened  in  the  bank.  I've  telegrams 
here  from  New' York  and  from  Toronto 
that  give  us  the  rest.  They  say  they'll 
have  the  robbers  caught  any  minute  now 
.  .  .  they  can't  escape  .  .  .  the  trains 
are  watched  .  .  at  the  border.  They'll 
never  get  clear  .  .  .  we  should  have 
known  it  was  them  right  away. 

Jeff. — I  don't  understand    .    .    .    who? 

MuLLlNS. — Harstone  and  Slyde  .  .  . 
your  precious  friends.  Your  New  York 
promoters     .     .     .     Harstone  and  Slyde. 

Jeff. — Harstone  and  Slyde ! 

MuLUNS. — I  have  it  all  here  in  black 
and  white.  (Shoiving  telegrams.) 
There's  a  man  Olson  in  New  York  that 
was  arrested  yesterday  and  has  turned 
state's  evidence.  The  whole  thing  is  out 
now.  Harstone  and  Slyde  and  their 
land  company  and  all  the  rest  of  it  was 
just  a  plan,  Mr.  Thorpe — just  for  your 
money. 

Jeff. — Vox  my  money ! 

MuLLINS. — Nothing  else.  And  they  got 
word  they  were  to  be  arrested  and  cleared 
out. 

Jeff. — But  they  left  town  before  the 
robbery.     We  saw  them  go. 

MULLINS. — No,  we  didn't.  They  never 
went  near  that  eleven-thirty  at  all! 

Jeff. — Where  are  they  then? 

MULLINS. — We  don't  know.  They  got 
out  of  town  somehow,  later  ...  no 
train  till  six  this  morning  .  .  .  that 
was  searched  .  .  .  they  weren't  on  it 
.     .     .    they  can't  get  far. 

Jeff. — And  Peter?  What  was  Peter 
doing   in 

MuLLiNS. — Peter !  By  gad,  Thorpe,  the 
boy's  a  hero.  You'll  have  a  son-in-law  to 
be  proud  of.  He  heard  them  there  in  the 
vault,  came  down  and,  single-handed,  he 
fought  them — fought  the  two  of  them — 
saved  the  bank.  I?ut  for  him  they  might 
have  had  a  try  at  the  big  safe,  the  real 
safe  upstairs.  Thorpe,  there  was  a  hun- 
dred thousand  dollars  in  currency,  grain 
money,  in  that  safe  last  night — and  he's 
saved  it  for  us.  .  .  I've  been  talking  on 
the  'phone  to  the  head  office;  they'll  do 
something  big  for  Peter,  mark  my  words, 
something  big.  Our  bank  knows  how  to 
be  generous. 

Jeff  — Thank  God,  thank  God !  I  knew 
it,  Mr.  Mullins,  that  he  was  innocent,  but 
all  the  same  this  is  the  greatest  news  and 
(Runs  and  strops  a  razor  violently.) 

Mtjllins. — Well,  it's  good  news  .  .  . 
but  I'm  afraid  it's  not  all  good  news.  I've 
got  some  pretty  bad  news  for  you,  too, 
Thorpe,  your  money's  gone. 

Jeff. — Gone!  I  knew  that.  Six  thou- 
sand dollars  there  was  in  the  box  they 
took,  but  I  can  make  that  good  easy 
enough.    My  fortune  can  stand  it. 

Mullins. — You  don't  understand,  Mr. 
Thorpe.    .    .    .    Your  fortune's  gone. 

Jeff — Gone!  It's  in  New  York.  You 
sent  it  there  yourself. 

Mullins  (shaking  his  head).  — ■  The 
gang  got  it  before  the  arrest,  and  cleared 
with  it.     It's  gone. 

Jeff. — My — money — is — gone?  Do  you 
mean  that  I  have  no  money  to  make  good 
what  my  friends  have  lost?  .  .  Peter's 
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i  Johnson's     .     .     .     Macartney's     .     .     . 
;  everybody's?    Mr.  Mullins,  it  can't  be. 
j      Mullins  — What  money  have  you  here 
in  the  office? 

.Jeff. — Here,  in  the  shop"!    (Looking  in 
a  till.)      That   (shoivs  it  in  liis  hand)  — 
only  two — four  dollars  and  eighty  cents. 
Mullins. — And  at  your  house? 
.Jeip. — Nothing. 

Mullins. — I'm  sorry  to  say  it,  Thorpe, 
but  what  you  have  here  is  all  you  have  in 
the   world. 

Jeff  (leaning  against  the  chair  where 
he  ivns  stropping  the  razor). — It's  ruin 
.  all  that  I  had  .  .  .  robbed  .  .  . 
gone  .  .  .  not  for  myself — I  don't 
mind  that.  .  .  .  My  friends.  .  .  . 
I've  ruined  them. 

[Enter    Macartney,   in   great   excite- 

me7it.'] 
Macartney.  —  Mullins!      Is  it  true  — 
what    they're    saying    in    the    street?      1 
hadn't  realized  it!     Is  this  man's  money 
gone — his  fortune  gone? 
Mullins. — It  has. 

Macartney.  —  Do  you  mean  that  he 
can't  repay  .  .  .  can't  make  restitution 
of  the  thousand  dollars  that  he  took  from 
me? 

Jeff. — Macartney,  I'll  pay  you  .  .  . 
every  cent  of  it  .  .  .  give  me  time  .  . 
I'll  work,  I'll  get  it  back.  .  .  No  one 
shall  lose — I'll  work. 

Macartney  (angry  and  excited).  — 
Work!  Har!  This  tuppeny,  ha'penny 
barber  business — to  pay  back  a  thousand 
dollars  .  .  .  thousands  of  dollars  .  . 
that  you  robbed,  by  Gad!  That's  the 
word!  That  you've  robbed  from  your 
fellow  townsmen. 

Jeff. — I  only  say,  give  me  time.  .  .  . 
It's  all  I  ask    .    .    .    time. 

Macartney. — Time!  I'll  distrain  on 
him,  Mullins,  I'll  seize  his  store,  I'll  take 
(lis  fittings — I'll  seize  his  soap.  I'll  have 
his  premises.  (Walking  up  and  down.) 
Mullins  (shaking  his  head).  —  Can't 
:lo  that,  Macartney,  it's  all  rented.  .  . 
It's  Smith's. 

Macartney. — Then  I'll 

Jeff. — Macartney.     .     .     .     This  has 

ome  as  a  hard  blow.     .    .    .    I'm  an  old, 

)ld  man.     ...     It  hits  me  hard     .     .     . 

)ut  I'm  not  beaten.     .    .     .     You  give  me 

ime. 

Macartney  — Time ! 

Jeff. — I'll  pay  it  all.     I'll  start  over. 

'11  work  here  again    .    .    .    night  and  day 

.     .     I'll  pay  it  all,  and  I'll  get  money 

inough  to  found  the  Home  again.    That's 

ill  I  care  for — that's  the  only  part  that 

-ouches  me.     ...     To  have  lost  that! 

>ut • 

Mullins.— Why,   that's   not  lost,   Mr. 
Thorpe ! 
Jeff.— What! 

Mullins.  —  The  Home  you  founded? 
That's  right  where  it  was. 

Jeff. — How  do  you  mean?  That  money 
vent  to  New  York,  too.     That's  gone. 

Mullins. — No — draft  left  yesterday; 
•ancelled  by  wire  before  arrival.  .  .  . 
Jere's  the  telegram,  "Draft  for  sixty 
housand,  stopped  payment  as  ordered." 
Ve  bankers  are  not  so  slow  "after  all.  .  . 
Jeff  (overjoyed). — Why,  Mr.  Mullins, 
ilr.  Mullins — this  is  glorious — this  is  all 
ask.  .  .  .  This  is  everything  to  me. 
Mullins. — Yes,  we  still  have  the  sixty 
housand  ...  in  trust  for  the  Martha 
Thorpe  Home  for  Destitute  Children  .  . 
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tion is  altered  ...  I  congratulate  you 
— er — my  dear  Thorpe — most  heartily — 
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Jeff  — Pay  you? 

Macartney. — Yes,  certainly. 

Jeff. — Out  of  the  Home  money? 

Macartney. — Assuredly  .  .  .  noth- 
ing easier,  my  dear  Thorpe.  We  need,  of 
course (/le  laughs)  some  sort  of  small  legal 
fiction,  har!  har!  A  bill  of  charges  of 
$1,000  against  the  Home  for  such  and 
such  services — purely  imaginary — but — 
har!  har!  luckily  there's  no  one  to  ques- 
tion it.    I'll  just  sit  down  and  draw  it  up. 

Jeff. — Stop!  You  mean  you  want  me 
to  take  a  thousand  dollars  of  the  money 
that's  in  trust  for  the  children  to  pay  my 
debt  to  you.     Is  that  it? 

Macartney.  —  Quite  so,  Mr.  Thorpe, 
har!  har!    Simple  as    .    .    .    now    .    .    . 

Jeff  {striking  his  hand  on  the  table). 
Then,  Macartney,  before  I  do  that,  I'll  see 
you 

Macartney. — YOU  what? 

Jeff. — I'm  no  financier  but  I  under- 
stand clearly  enough  that  that  money  is 
deeded  in  trust  for  destitute  children  and 
there's  no  court  and  no  law  can  alter  it. 
There  it  is  and,  William  Macartney,  there 
it  stays. 

Macartney. — Ar — r?  Is  that  it?  I'll 
have  the  law  on  you  for  misappropriation 
of  my  funds.  .  .  .  You  shall  see  the 
inside  of  a  jail,  Jefferson  Thorpe. 

Mullins.  —  Come,  come,  Macartney, 
you're  getting 

Jeff.- — Macartney,  this  is  my  shop.    .    . 

[Enter  Bill.] 

Bill  (entering). — Say,  what's  all  this. 
Macartney?  I  could  hear  your  voice  a 
block  away  .  .  .  what's  'matter? 
(Yawn.) 

Macartney. — Matter,  matter  enough. 

Jeff.— Stop.  I'll  tell  him.  Bill,  that 
money  you  gave  me,  that  two  hundred  and 
fifty  dollars,  is  lost  .  .  .  every  cent  of  it. 

Bill  (yawn). — Lost,  eh?  You  don't 
say  so? 

Jeff. — Lost!     Gone! 

Bill.— Well!  Well!  (Yawn.)  Ain't 
it  a  caution  the  way  money  gets  lost  '.  .  . 
beat's  all.  (Yawn — then  more  energeti- 
cally.)   Say,  Jeff,  did  you  lose  yourn,  too? 

Jeff. — Bill,  I  have  lost  every  cent  I  had 
in  the  world  .  .  .  that's  why  I  can't 
pay     ...     I  am  ruined. 

Bill. — By  gosh!  that's  hard.  .  .  . 
But  say,  Jeff,  don't  let  that  worry  you 
.  .  .  most  fellers  that  I  have  seen  that 
was  ruined,  in  the  city  anyway,  seemed 
richer  than  ever  .  .  .  anyway,  Jeff, 
you've  got  your  friends.  .  .  .  There's 
Macartney  here  and  me,  and 

[The  loud  and  burly  voice  of  Mr.  Smith 
is  heard  as  he  enters — fresh  from  the 
city  —  valise  —  dressed  up — a  large 
aster  in  his  buttonhole.^ 

Smith  (dumping  down  his  valise). — 
Here !  what'n  hell  is  gone  wrong  with  this 
town — can't  I  leave  it  for  a  day?  Here's 
the  whole  hotel  upside  down — Andy  lost 
— little  Norah  there  doing  nothing  but  cry. 

Jeff. — Why,  Josh,  Andy's  lost  and  she 
and  Andy 

Smith. — Was  in  love  with  one  another? 
Why !  Didn't  I  know  that  the  first  day  I 
seen  them  working  together.  First  Sun- 
day she  was  there  I  seen  Andy  fixing  up 
his  Sunday  hat  with  a  peacock  feather 


.  .  .  and  Norah  putting  a  pink  bow 
crosswise  in  her  hair  .  .  .  and  the  two 
of  them  off  for  a  walk  down  by  the  lake! 
But  Andy  lost!  You  can't  lose  Andy! 
He'll  be  back  next  mealtime,  or  I'm  a 
liar 

Mullins.  —  There's  more  than  that. 
Smith.  .  .  .  The  bank's  vault  was 
robbed.     .     .     .     Thorpe's  money's  gone. 

Smith. — Do  you  think  I  don't  know 
that?  That  was  all  over  Toronto  by  day- 
break. Where  do  you  think  I've  been? 
What  do  you  think  I've  be,en  doing? 

Jeff. — I  thought  you  were  at  a  hotel- 
men's  conference. 

Smith. — Hotelmen!  Do  you  fellows 
think  a  hotelman  has  nothing  else  to  do 
but  sit  round  and  discuss  temperance?  Do 
you  think  if  a  man's  a  hotelman  he's 
got  no  sense?  Do  you  think  if  a  man's  a 
hotelman  he'll  stand  round  and  see  his 
town  plundered  and  robbed  and  ruined 
by  a  couple  of  crooks  and  not  lift  a  hand? 
No,  sir,  I'd  sooner  see  this  town  go  local 
option !  Hotelmen !  The  hotelmen  I  went 
down  to  see  was  the  Provincial  Detective 
Office.  Jeff,  I  warned  you,  I  tried  to  give 
the  hint. 

Jeff  (contritely) . — -You  did,  Josh,  you 
did. 

Smith. — But  you  wouldn't  hear  me  .  . 
but  I  got  the  warrants  and  back  here 
on  the  early  train  with  three  officers 
with  me.  They're  over  in  my  bar  now, 
with  Billy.  They  say  they  may  pick  up  a 
clue  there.  They're  pumping  Billy  and 
Billy's  pumping  the  beer.  But  they'll 
have  them  two  rounded  up  before  noon, 
you  see  it! 

Macartney. — But  do  you  understand, 
Smith,  Thorpe  here  has  lost  every  penny, 
his  own  —  mine  —  everybody's  —  some  of 
yours,  too,  I  don't  doubt.  And  I'm  telling 
him  I  want  my  thousand,  by  Gad!  I'll 
have  my  thousand  dollars! 

Smith  (eyeing  him  quietly). — Yes,  or 
you'll  do  what? 

Macartney. — I'll  have  the  law  on  him 
— I'll  seize  his  goods.  By  gad,  I'll  jail 
him. 

Smith. — For  what? 

Macartney. — For  my  thousand  dollars 
— he  lost  it — he  as  good  as  stole  it. 

Smith. — You'll  jail  Jeff,  will  you,  Mac? 
Well,  somehow  I  guess  not.  .  .  .  Here! 
(He  takes  from  his  pocket  a  huge  roll  of 
bills.)  I  alius  like  to  carry  money — 
never  know  when  it  comes  handy — here — 
fifty,  seventy 

Jeff  (running  to  stop  him,). — No,  no, 
Josh,  I  won't  have  it!  Not  from  you — 
let  him  jail  me — anything — I 

[Enter  NoRAH  hunnedly.l 

Norah. — Oh,  Mr.  Smith,  you're  back! 
You're  back — and  will  you  find  Andy  .  . 
he's  lost.  , 

Smith  (  patting  her  protectingly) . — 
Give  me  five  minutes.  ...  I  ain't  got 
started  yet! 

Norah  (beginning  to  cry). — Oh,  Mr. 
Smith,  it's  killed  him  they  have. 

Smith. — Not  a  bit,  Norah — don't  you 
be  ascared  for  Andy.  Now  tell  me,  Billy 
says  you  seen  him  last,  eh? 

Norah. — Yes,  Mr.  Smith,  after  we'd  got 
Ben  upstairs  and  got  the  doctor  to  him — 

Smith. — I  know 

Norah. — Then  Andy  came  back  from 
taking  Mr.  Thorpe  to  the  bank,  and  says, 
"Norah,  darling,  I  believe  I  know  who's 
done  it" — and  he  had  your  gun  in  his  hand 
from  the  rack  in  the  hall  and  his  face  was 
that  white  and  set,  it  scared  me. 

Smith. — And  where  did  he  go? 

Norah. — Sure,  I  don't  know — he  just 


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Andy. — .  .■  .  .  Tearing  and  shrieking 
it  came — and  the  glare  of  the  headlight 
lit  up  the  bridge  and  I  saw  them.  .  .  . 
Mr.  Thorpe,  Mr.  Smith,  I  give  you  my 
word  that  when  I  saw  them  there,  all 
thought  of  killing  them  went  from  me  and 
I  called  to  them  to  leap  over  the  bridge. 
It's  a  forty-foot  drop  from  the  trestles — 
but  they  could  have  done  it,  could  have 
leaped  into  the  water  of  the  marsh ■ 

Jeff. — Yes,  yes,  of  course  they  could, 
why  didn't  they? 

Andy. — Mr.  Thorpe,  that  was  the  awful 
part  of  it — they  couldn't.  I  could  see  Har- 
stone  trying  to  get  to  the  edge  .  .  . 
and  Slyde,  clinging  to  his  throat,  and 
shrieking  as  he  tried  to  drag  him  down  in 
front  of  the  train — shrieking  like  he  was 


went  out — out  into  the  night  and  the 
storm — "They've  done  for  Ben,"  he  says, 
"and  I'll  kill  them."  I  clung  to  him,  but 
he  went.  Oh,  Mr.  Smith,  Mr.  Smith,  will 
he  come  back? 

Smith. — Back,  sure  he'll  come  back — 

why Come  back !  look !  here  he  comes 

now. 

[Enter  Andy,  dishevelled,  pale,  his 
clothes  wet  and  muddy;  his  coat  he 
carries  under  his  arm  ivrapped  about 
a  gun.  and  something  else.] 

Andy  (sinks  panting  into  a  chair). — 
I've  seen  them — the  robbers — it  was  Har- 
stone  and  Slyde — they  done  it — they  shot 
Gill  is  to  rob  the  bank 

Jeff. — Yes,  yes,  we  know.  They're 
after  them  now.  They'll  arrest  them  any 
minute. 

Andy  {solemnly).  —  Never  in  this 
world,  Mr.  Thorpe— they're  dead— they're 
killed. 

All.— Dead ! 

NORAH.  —  Oh,  Andy  —  you've  killed 
them? 

Andy. — Not  I — look  for  yourself — the 
gun  is  loaded  still.  .  .  .  But  I  meant  to 
— I  went  from  the  hotel  meaning  to — I'd 
heard  them  talking  with  Ben,  just  as  I 
went  upstairs,  and  I  heard  them  speak  of 
the  trestle  bridge  in  the  big  marsh. 

Jeff. — Yes,  yes,  other  side  of  the  big 
swamp. 

Andy. — And  they  asked  after  the  mid- 
night express  from  the  north,  if  it  stopped 
— I  didn't  see  what  it  meant  till  the  word 
came  that  the  bank  was  robbed — then  I 
saw  what  it  meant.    ...    I  took  the  gun. 

NoRAH.— Yes,  yes,  Andy,  I  told  them 
that. 

Andy.—.  .  .  I  guessed  they  had  made 
through  the  big  swamp  to  the  marsh 
v/here  the  trestle  bridge  is  .  .  .  but  it 
was  dark,  black  dark,  I  could  only  see 
when  the  lightning  came.  .  .  .  There's 
a  way  through  the  marsh,  a  dry  path,  if 
you  can  find  it,  that  leads  to  the  centre 
of  the  bridge  where  the  tank 

Mullins.— Yes,  I  know,  the  trainmen 
use  it  sometimes 

Andy. — I  meant  to  get  to  the  bridge 
that  way  and  wait  for  them  to  kill  them 
—but  I  was  late — as  I  got  close  to  the 
bridge  there  came  a  great  flash  of  light- 
ning all  white — and  in  it  I  saw  them  for  a 
second  standing  on  the  bridge — there  in 
the  centre 

Jeff. — Harstone  and  Slyde? 

Andy.— The  two  of  them— and  right 
then — all  of  a  sudden  I  heard  the  train, 
the  night  express,  and  heard  the  roar 
of  it  and  the  long  whistle  as  it  took  the 
trestles — and  I  knew  from  the  sound  and 
the  rush  of  it  that  it  wasn't  going  to 
stop 

Smith. — And  them  on  the  bridge- 


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crazy!  Then  the  train  struck  them — 
it  hurled  them  over — I  seen  them  fall — 
down  into  the  dark — I  could  hear  Slyde 
scream It's  in  my  ears — I  can't  for- 
get it.     .     .     . 

MuLLiNS. — Did  the  train  stop? 

Andy. — No.  I  think  no  one  saw  but  me 
— the  storm  was  too  wild. 

MuLLlNS. — What  did  you  do? 

Andy. — I  waited — I  waited  there  where 
I  was  till  it  was  day  .  .  .  and  when  the 
light  came  I  found  them  .  .  .  there 
below  the  bridge  ...  in  four  feet  of 
water  .  .  .  with  the  life  all  beat  out 
of  them. 

Jeff  (quietly  and  earnestly). — God's 
mercy  on  them.  They're  gone  beyond 
man's  judgment  now. 

NoRAH. — But  what  did  you  do  then, 
Andy?    Why  didn't  you  get  here  sooner? 

Andy. — I  went  astray  in  the  big  swamp 
— it  was  hard  to  get  through  it — and 
clambering  over  the  logs;  my  legs  give 
out  .  .  .  and  I've  been  ever  since  trying 
to  get  here. 

NORAH.— My  poor  darlin'.  (Taking  his 
hand  and  caressing  it.) 

Andy.— But  wait— that's  not  all.     Mr. 

■Thorpe,  look  there  —  inside  my  coat  —  I 

found  it  beside  them  in  the  marsh.    .    .    . 

[Thorpe  and  Smith  run  and  unwrap 
the  coat.  In  it  is  the  missing  box  of 
money.} 

Jeff. — The  cash  box  — my  box  —  the 
money.    Thank  God.    Is  it  all  here,  Andy? 

Andy. — Look  for  yourself.  I  never 
opened  it. 

Jeff  (e.ramining) . — Yes,  yes,  here  it  is 
— all  as  I  left  it.  (Taking  out  a  parcel 
and  reading) — Bill  Evans,  two  hundred 
and  fifty  dollars.  Bill,  here's  your  money 
back. 

Bill  (yaxmiing). — S'all  right.  I  ain't 
in  any  hurry  for  it.  Keep  it  and  put  it 
into  some  other  good  thing.     (Yawn.) 

Jeff. — Johnson's  —  Norah's  —  hatha! 
Norah,  yours  and  Andy's,  together,  eh! 

NORAH  (who  has  had  her  arm  about 
Andy's  neck  as  he  sits). — -And  it's  my 
own  brave  boy,  Mr.  Thorpe,  that's  brought 
it  all  back  to  us — together  is  it?  Together 
for  as  long  as  ever  Andy  will  have  me. 

Jeff. — Peter's  .  .  .  two  thousand 
dollars,  P.  Pupkin — that's  all  right  .  . 
and  ha!  here's  what  I  was  looking  for. 
W.  Macartney,  one  thousand  dollars. 
There ! 

Macartney. — My  money,  bar!  Thank 
Heaven  that's  safe  back  again,  and, 
Thorpe,  I'll  just  give  you  one  word  of 
advice. 

Jeff. — No.  I'll  give  you  one,  William 
Macartney.  (Looking  hijn  over  from 
head  lo  foot.)  You — need — your  hair  cut 
— and  you  need  it  bad  (taking  him  by  the 
arm  and  leading  him  to  the  door) .  Down 
the  street  there  is  Hillis'  barber  shop. 
Take  this  twenty-five  cents  and  go  and 
get  your  hair  cut.  This  shop  don't  ever 
need  your  custom  again. 

[Jeff  pushes  him  out.] 

Smith. — Bully  for  you,  Jeff! 

Jeff  (repenting). — Poor  old  Macart- 
ney— perhaps  I  was  a  little  too  hard,  eh, 
what?  After  all,  you  know,  he's  only  a 
lawyer — I'll   call   him   back. 

Smith. — Not  a  bit  ...  do  him  good 
— but  look  who's  here! 

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well  say  it!  Oh,  father,  father,  look  who 
•is  here-— look  out!  (Taking  him  to  the 
door. ) 

Jeff  (looking  out). — Not  Peter!     Not 


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Now  a 


Fine,  Bonny 
Little  Boy 

Penetang  (Ontario;  Child,  Once  so  Thin  and 
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MRS.  JARVIS,   BOX   286,   PENE- 
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write    and   tell   you 

what    Dr.    Cassell's 

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for  my  baby.   When 

only     five     months 

old    he    was    taken 

il  .     I   had  medical 

advice  for  him.  and 

was    told    he     had 

colic,  for  which  he 

was  treated,  but  he 

did  not  get  any  bet-' 

ter,    only   worse.      I 

tried  several  special 

foods,   but  none  of 

them  would  stay  on 

his  stomach,  and  he 

became  so  thin  that 

he   seemed   just  ekin   and   bone.     He 

only  weighed  ten  pounds.     We  never 


thought  poor  baby  could  live,  but  one 

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almost  like  mine, 
that  had  been  oured 
by  Dr.  Cassell's 
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some  for  my  baby, 
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I  did.  After  a  few 
doses  the  nervous 
jumps  he  had  suf- 
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and  soon  he  was 
almost  well.  I  have 
given  him  the  Tab- 
lets during  teething, 
and  find  them  ve;y 
soothing.  He  is  a 
bonny  boy  now, 
quite     cured,     and 

weighs  twenty-five   pounds    at    twelve 

months  old." 


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Peter !  Here,  help  him  out  of  that  care- 
fully, wait,  I'll  come  and {Going  out 

and  helping  in  PUPKIN,  pale  and  bandaged 
head,  happy.)  Careful,  steady  .  .  . 
but  Myra,  what  madness  is  this?  .  .  . 
The  doctor  said  bed  for  a  week. 

Myra. — Oh,  bother  the  doctor.  We 
couldn't  help  it  .  .  the  news  is  just  too 
good.  .  .  .  Read  it  to  them,  Peter,  read 
it. 

[PuPKIN   takes  a  telegram  out  of  his 
side  pocket.'] 

PuPKiN  {in  a  weak  voice). — You  read 
it,  Myra. 

MyRA  (taking  the  telegram).  —  It's 
from  the  Head  Office  of  the  Exchange 
Bank:  "Peter  Pupkin,  Mariposa.  Have 
just  heard  of  your  splendid  courage  in 
protecting  the  interests  of  the  bank.  We 
appreciate  to  the  full  your  devotion  and 
courage  and  in  proof  of  it  desire  to  state 
that  your  salary  is  hereby  raised  from 
eighty  to  eighty-five  dollars  a  month, 
dating  from  to-day."    Isn't  it  splendid? 

MULLINS  (proudly)  .—Ttidn't  I  tell  you, 
Thorpe?  I  knew  they'd  do  something 
handsome.  The  Exchange  Bank  never 
forgets  its  friends. 

Jeff.  —  Eighty-five  dollars!  Why, 
Myra,  that's — let  me  see — that's — well, 
it's  over  a  thousand  a  year.  Do  you  rea- 
lize that  that's  past  the  bank's  limit,  and 
you  and  Peter  can  get  married  now 

Myba. — Realize  it!     We've  been 

Pupkin. — Talking  about  it  all  the  way 
down.      (Embrace). 

Jeff. — Well,  well,  bless  your  hearts, 
there's  good  coming  out  of  this  business 
after  all — you  and  Peter  married  and 
happy — Andy  and  Norah  I  imagine  like- 
wise. 

NORAH. — On  the  same  day,  Mr.  Thorpe, 
if  you'll  allow  it. 

Mullins. — Hear!     Hear! 

Jeff.  —  The  Home  founded  and  en- 
dowed— its  money  safe — and  as  to  me — as 
to  me — me!  I  wouldn't  change  with  a 
king — safe  back  in  my  old  life  again.  .  . 
Here,  Myra  .  .  .  my  coat  .  .  .  my 
white  coat.  ...  Ah !  that's  something 
like  comfort,  that's  ease.  (Getting  in  it.) 
That's  a  coat  for  you  .  .  .  now  then, 
my  razors  .  .  .  hurry  .  .  .  the 
soap,  yes,  that's  right  .  .  .  and  the 
brushes  .  .  .  there  we  are  (flick,  flick) 
and  now  then.  (Turning  to  assembled  lot.) 
Now,  I  give  you  all  warning.  .  .  .  This 
is  a  barber  shop.  And  for  the  future, 
barber  shop  it's  going  to  stay.  It's  not  an 
Exchange,  or  an  office,  or  a  silver  mine- 
and  if  anybody  after  this  ever 
breathes  the  word  share,  stock  or  certi- 
ficate, or  says,  Cuba,  Habana,  or  Porto- 
Rico  in  this  shop,  out  he  goes  to  follow 
Macartney. 

All  in  Chorus  —  Hear,  hear.  Well 
done,  Jeft"! 

Myra. — Splendid,  father. 

Jeff.  —  That's  talk  enough.  (Flick,, 
flick.)  Now,  if  any  of  you  want  a  shave, 
hair  cut,  facial  massage,  or  wrinkles  re- 
moved, come  forward ;  if  not,  clear  out.    . 

Bill  (yawns). — Well,  I  did  have  a  kind 
of  idee  I'd  like  one  of  them  egg-shampoos 
like  you  gave  me  two  months  ago.  .  .  . 
If  you  have  eggs. 

Jeff.  —  Bill,  you're  my  best  friend. 
Eggs!  I  have  the  very  (getting  thetn, 
very  dingy  looking,  from  a  drawer)  eggs- 
themselves.  .  .  .  Little  I  thought  to- 
ever  use  them.  I  kept  them  as  a  souvenir. 
(Bill  has  climbed  into  the  chair.)  Now, 
then,  here  goes^ — egg  shampoo! 
[curtain] 

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Save  the  Food  and 
Serve  the  Empire  ! 

The  Average  Canadian  Family  Wastes 
Enough  to  Feed  a  Soldier 


"The  Kitchen  must  help  as  well  as 
the  Workshop  and  the  Trenches 
Lloyd  George. 

INTELLIGENT  economy  in 
the  kitchen  can  do  much 
to  prevent  the  threatened 
world  famine— can  counteradt  the  effecft  of  high  prices— 
and  can  replace  growing  debt  with  systematic  saving. 

Careful  investigations  show  that  before  the  war  the  average 
British  family  wasted  25%  of  their  food— and  we  Canadians  were  even 
more  extravagant. 

This  waste  is  not  in  a  few  big  things,  but  in  many  little  ones,  each, 
we  used  to  think,  too  small  to  bother  about — such  as  careless  peeling 
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Figures  Point  to  Prosperity 

THE  continual  advance  of  prices  has  unusually  brisk  and  points  to  increased 
had  some  effect  on  business  condi-  confidence  and  optimism  on '  the  part  of 
tions.     People  are  becoming  appre-  the  banks, 
hensive  and  the  rise  of  the  prices  of  actual  As  regards  national  business  the  out- 
necessities  is  proving  the  most  effective  look  continues  remarkably  good.    Our  ex- 
means   of   provoking   economy.        In   all  ports  continue  to  advance  and  our  balance 
branches  of  business,  however,  a  very  sat-  of  trade  is  now  very  distinctly  favorable, 
isfactory  degree  of  briskness  still  obtains.  exceeding  the  adverse  balance  which  we 
Industrial  activity  is  as  great  as  ever.  faced  in  1913.    The  latest  figures  show  as 
Any  change  that  might  be  noted  there  has  follows : 
been  in  the  nature  of  acceleration;   and 
this  condition  is  bound  to  continue  until  i^iscal  year 
the  end  of  the  war  is  in  sighi>-and  per-  ^din^  March                                  importe 

haps  beyond.    The  direct  result  of  this  re-  I9i3  $686,515,000 

markable  industrial  activity  is  the  abso-  \l\*  ??^?!^??? 

,     .         ,                     -              J              •'    -                   ,  1815    497.376.000 

lute  absence  of  any  degree  of  unemploy-  jgjg                                     530211 000 

ment.    There,  is  work  and  big  wages  for  1917  \  \ .' .' ','.,,  \\\\  \ '.'.'.'.'...'.    846i33oiooo 
everyone. 

Another  very  direct  result  has  been  an  ^^^^^^                 j^-;-                  ^-^^ 
increase  in  savings.    Despite  the  tendency 

on  the  part  of  people  who  are  earning  *   ^^^^          ^^^llfj^^ 

more  than  they  ever  did  before,  to  plunge  461,442,000             35,934,000 

into  unusual  expenditures,  the  bank  state-  779,300,000             *                           $249,089,oo» 

ments  show  a  gratifying  growth  in  de-  1,179,211,000                                         333.881,000 

posits.      The   increase    in   the   month    of  m,  ■     ■        „         „    ^, 

April  was   $9,343,783,  and  for  the  year  ^  This  is,  after  all   the  surest  barometer 

ending    April,    $195,840,097.      This    is    a  by  which  to  judge  the  outlook;  and  to  the 

very  satisfactory  feature  indeed.  uninitiated  even  it  must  appear  evident 

In  connection  with  the  banking  situa-  that  war  is  proving  a  "bountiful  jade'   to 

tion  it  is  interesting  to  note  that  more  Canadian    industry.      Our    prosperity    is 

money  is  being  used  for  the  carrying  on  gratifying  if  only  from  the  standpoint  of 

of  business  in  the  country.    The  chartered  production,  which  has  become  so  neces- 

institutions,    according   to   complete    sta-  sary  a  feature,  of  the  Imperial  win-the- 

tistics  for  April,  have  increased  their  cur-  war  determination, 
rent  loans  by  $37,469,431.     The  total  of 
outstanding  loans,  in  fact,  is  larger  than 

at  any  time  since  the  start  of  the  war.       

This  indicates  that  business  conditions  are  |^I]^!!^ 


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"Use  the  'Bean'  Ball!" 


INVESTING  IN  STOCKS 

THE  public  makes  the  market.  The 
impression  that  a  few  operators  can 
advance  or  lower  prices  as  they  please,  is 
a  sadly  mistaken  one.  If  this  could  be 
done  by  a  dozen  men,  or  by  a  hundred,  or 
a  thousand,  there  would  be  no  need  of  a 
stock  market,  for  these  gentlemen  could 
combine  and  enrich  themselves  beyond  the 
dreams  of  avarice. 

No,  the  stock  market  is  made  by  the 
public.  When  the  public  is  scared  and 
refuses  to  buy  the  market  languishes, 
business  halts,  and  uncertainty  prevails. 
When  the  public  is  badly  scared,  it  be- 
comes panic-stricken  and  unloads  by 
wholesale  and  all  must  take  their  losses,, 
big  and  little  operators  alike. 

I  do  not  mean  to  say  that- large  opera- 
tors are  not  able  to  influence  the  market 
to  a  certain  degree  and  under  favorable 
conditions,  but  they  cannot  do  this  to  the 
extent  that  most  persons  imagine.  They 
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on  the  side  that  they  think  will  win, 
whether  the  bull  or  the  bear  side. 

This  was  clearly  developed  during  the 
recent  "leak"  examination  at  Washington, 
for  it  was  shown  that  the  heavy  bear 
operators  who  reaped  the  largest  profits 
were  those  who  were  quickest  to  recog- 
nize the  danger  signals  regarding  our 
foreign  complications.  These  big  opera- 
tors are  not  the  only  ones  who  profited  by 
their  experience  and  good  judgment.  I 
know  of  many  small  dealers  who  took  the 
bear  side  promptly  and  cleared  up  a  few 
hundred  or  few  thousand  dollars  accord- 
ing to  the  extent  of  their  operations. 

But  this  is  the  kind  of  business  that  the 
investor  has  little  to  do  with.  The  traders 
who  are  in  and  out  of  the  market  day  by 
day  and  sometimes  hour  by  hour,  consti- 
tute the  large  speculative  element.  They 
have  their  losses  one  day  and  make  them 
up  perhaps  the  next,  and  perhaps  they 
don't. 

The  safe,  careful  and  successful  dealer 
in  securities  is  the  investor  who  buys  not 
to  sell  at  a  small  profit,  but  to  hold  for  the 
advance  that  comes  with  good  times.  He 
buys  when  other  people  are  liquidating, 
when  the  market  is  weak,  and  prices  de- 
clining, and  he  sells  when  the  market  is 
buoyant,  prices  advancing,  every  one 
buying. 

SAFE  INVESTMENTS 

H.  L.  Higginson  writes  in  World's 
Work: 

"The  chief  thing  to  ask  an  investor  is: 
'Do  you  want  the  best  security,  or  a  secur- 
ity that  is  good  enough,  or  a  speculative 
security,  or  a  security  of  an  enterprise 
which  has  prospects  for  future  grovrth?' 

"This  goes  to  the  bottom  of  the  correct 
investment.  A  security  suitable  for  the 
surplus  income  of  a  business  man  who 
wishes  investments  might  be  too  specula- 
tive for  a  woman  to  buy  or  for  a  man  who 
is  dependent  on  the  income  from  his  in- 
vestment. Such  people  should  not  risk 
losing  part  of  their  principal,  and  must  be 
satisfied  with  a  smaller  yield  on  their  in- 
vestments than  can  be  secured  by  a  man 
who  can  risk  something.  This  statement 
is  so  trite  as  to  call  for  an  apology  if  it 
were  not  that  in  nearly  every  corporate 
failure  men  and  women  who  could  not 
afford  to  lose  money  have  been  caught. 
This  class  of  people  is  the  food  for  the 
promoter  with  his  get-rich-quick  scheme. 

"An  investment  in  good  bonds  or  mort- 
gages is  best  adapted  to  the  needs  of  most 
people,  for  bonds,  as  a  rule,  are  safer  than 
stocks." 


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and  imminent,  it  becomes  necessary  to 
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many  automobile  owners  who  neglect  to 
put  any  on,  but  no  sensible  person  does 
this.     It  is  too  dangerous. 

Automobile  insurance  divides  under  a 
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estimated  total  traffic  of  over  7,000,000  vehicles  of  all 
kinds.  Its  condition  to-day  emphasizes  the  importance 
of  having  all  through  Canada  just  such 

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The  Roadway  Engineers  of  Wayne  County  have  dis- 
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slight  that  it  is  difficult  to  measure.  The  usual  estimate 
places  this  at  from  |  to  i  inch.  At  that  rate,  it  will  take 
a  hundred  years  for  the  road  to  wear  out.  But  it  will 
NOT  wear  out  at  that  rate — nor  anything  like  it. 

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is  so  long  that  even  if  it  cost  more  to  build  than  it  does, 
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ance  on  the  car  itself.  This  is  absolutely 
essential.  No  foresighted  owner  can  take 
the  chance  of  a  collision  or  an  accident 
which  might  absolutely  destroy  so  valu- 
able a  property.  And  it  must  be  borne  in 
mind  that  such  accidents  cannot  be  pre- 
vented absolutely  by  careful  driving;  the 
carelessness  of  another  driver  may  bring 
about  a  collision. 

The  second  part  is  driver's  insurance, 
covering  the  possibility  of  personal  in- 
jury. 

Still  another  feature  is  insurance 
against  injury  to  the  general  public.  Ac- 
cidents occur  more  or  less  regularly  and 
will  continue  to  occur  and,  where  the 
driver  is  in  any  way  to  blame,  damage 
suits  are  bound  to  result.  The  risk  is 
too  great  to  assume.  Suppose  a  car, 
through  one  of  the  unhappy  chances  that 
come  about,  runs  over  a  man  and  kills 
him.  The  driver  is  judged  liable  and  has 
to  pay  damages  to  the  family  of  the  vic- 
tim. If  he  is  not  protected,  it  may  seri- 
ously cripple  him  financially  to  meet  the 
situation.  In  places  where  jitney  services 
are  run,  the  municipalities  insist  upon  the 
jitney  drivers  carrying  a  stated  amount 
of  insurance  for  the  safety  of  the  pas- 
sengers carried.  The  amount  is  generally 
too  small,  in  some  cases  as  low  as  $1,000, 
but  the  recognition  of  the  principle  is 
important. 

Undoubtedly  insurance  is  too  essential 
for  a  car  owner  to  dispense  with.  Some 
do  not  cover  themselves  on  all  phases,  but 
no  man  can  afford  to  overlook  the  possi- 
bility of  loss  entirely  unless  he  is  prepared 
to  take  big  chances. 


The  Story  of 

Confederation 

Continued  from  page  24. 

gard  to  the  designation  of  the  Confedera- 
tion. It  was  strongly  urged  that  it  should 
be  called  the  "Kingdom  of  Canada"  and, 
strangely  enough,  this  point  was  urged  by 
the  Canadian  delegates  themselves,  and 
opposed  by  the  home  authorities  on  the 
ground  that  it  would  give  offence  to  our 
republican-minded  American  neighbors! 
The  matter  was  settled  finally  in  a 
rather  dramatic  way.  One  member  rose 
suddenly  and  quoted  a  verse  from  Scrip- 
ture:— 

/  "And  his  dominion  shall  be  from  sea  even 
I  to  sea,  and  from  the  river  even  to  the  ends 
I  of  the  earth." 

The  word  was  seized  upon  with  loud 
and  unanimous  acclaim  and  thus  came 
into  existence  the  happy  phrase  "Domin- 
ion of  Canada." 

IT  IS  not  intended  here  to  give  a  de- 
tailed story  of  the  manner  in  which 
each  constitutional  feature  was  worked 
out.  The  first  conference  ended  on  Dec. 
24,  and  the  sittings  were  resumed  early 
in  January,  1867.  In  February  the  com- 
pleted bill,  as  agreed  to  by  the  Canadian 
delegates  was  submitted  to  the  British 
House.  It  went  through  without  op- 
position, almost  without  any  discus- 
sion. There  was  a  curious  apathy  on  the 
part  of  the  Imperial  legislators.  Quite 
apparently  they  attached  little  import- 
ance to  the  Canadian  colonies.  On  March 
29  the  bill  received  the  Royal  assent,  and 
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1  as  the  day  on  which  Confederation  was 
to  go  into  effect. 

The  announcement  was  received  with 
delight  in  Upper  Canada  and  with  milder 
enthusiasm  in  other  parts.  In  Nova 
Scotia  the  newspapers  came  out  with  their 
columns  draped  in  black  and  men  began 
to  talk  of  secession  and  annexation  with 
the  United  States. 

THE  outstanding  part  that  John  A. 
Macdonald  had  taken  in  the  negotia- 
tions was  recognized  when  Lord  Monck 
called  upon  him  to  form  the  first  Cana- 
dian Federal  Government.  He  had  re- 
turned to  Canada  in  May,  and  had  set 
actively  about  the  formation  of  his  gov- 
ernment. The  first  step  was  to  ensure 
the  retention  of  support  from  his  Liberal 
lieutenants,  Macdougall  and  Howland. 
He  offered  them  portfolios  in  the  new 
cabinet  and  they  accepted,  taking  the 
stand  that  the  government  should  still  be' 


John  A.  Macdonald.  Prime  Minister  and 
Minister  of  Justice;  George  E.  Cartier, 
Minister  of  Militia  and  Defence;  S.  Leon- 
ard Tilley,  Minister  of  Customs;  Alexan- 
der T.  Gait,  Minister  of  Finance;  William 
McDougall,  Minister  of  Public  Works; 
William  P.  Howland,  Minister  of  Inland 
Revenue;  Adams  G.  Archibald,  Secretary 
of  State  for  the  Provinces;  A,  J.  Fergus- 
son  Blair,  President  of  the  Privy  Coun- 
cil; Peter  Mitchell,  Minister  of  Marine 
and  Fisheries;  Alexander  Campbell,  Post- 
master-General; Jean  C.  Chapais,  Minis- 
ter of  Agriculture;  Hector  L,  Langevin, 
Secretary  of  State  of  Canada;  Edward 
Kenny,  Receiver-General. 

THE  PART  that  Charles  Tupper 
played  throughout  was  that  of  broad 
statesmanship.  Sincerely  believing  in 
Confederation  he  had  whipped  Nova 
Scotia  into  line  with  courage  and  re- 
sourcefulness.   He  had  been  a  potent  fac- 


The  street  (Brunswick  Place)  in  Glasgow  where  Sir  John  A. 
Macdonald  was  born  and  where  he  played  as  a  boy.  His  father, 
Hugh  Macdonald,  lived  at  18  Brunswick  Place,  but  there  is 
no  No.  18  on  the  street,  the  original  number  being  bricked  up. 


regarded  as  a  coalition,  inasmuch  as  the 
work  for  which  the  coalition  had  been 
formed  would  not  be  completed  until  the 
new  Dominion  was  safely  launched.  How- 
ever, this  stand  was  not  accepted  by  the 
Liberal  party  of  Ontario  and  when  Mac- 
Dougall  and  Howland  appeared  before  a 
Convention  to  explain  their  stand  they 
received  a  noisy  reception. 

This  convention,  which  was  held  in 
Toronto  on  June  27  and  28,  had  been 
called  by  George  Brown  to  signalize  the 
fact  that  the  Liberal  party  had  once 
again  resumed  active  opposition  to  John 
A.  Macdonald  and  all  his  works. 

"I  understood  what  degradation  it 
was,"  exclaimed  Brown,  in  the  course  of 
an  impassioned  address,  "to  be  compelled 
to  adopt  that  step  by  the  necessities  of 
the  case,  by  the  feeling  that  the  interests 
of  my  country  were  at  stake,  which  alone 
induced  me  to  ever  put  my  foot  into  that 
government;  and  glad  was  I  when  I  got 
out  of  it!" 

From  the  first,  therefore,  Macdonald 
had  the  active  opposition  of  his  old  enemy. 
The  cabinet  that  he  finally  got  together 
was  as  follows: 


tor  through  all  the  conferences.  He  ap- 
peared at  his  best,  however,  when  the 
question  of  the  formation  of  the  Domin- 
ion Government  came  up.  No  one  was 
more  entitled  to  a  post  than  Tupper,  but 
the  appointment  of  Edward  Kenny  was 
necessary  to  give  representation  to  the 
Irish  Catholics  and  accordingly  Kenny 
went  in  as  second  minister  from  Nova 
Scotia,  Tupper  generously  stepping  aside. 

THE  FIRST  election  was  fought  out 
from  August  to  September  of  that 
year  and  proved  to  be  a  spirited  contest. 
George  Brown  threw  himself  into  the  lists 
with  all  his  old  vigor.  The  Rouges  in 
Quebec  came  out  against  the  Govern- 
ment; and  down  in  Nova  Scotia  Joe  Howe 
and  the  Antis  prepared  to  fight  the  Gov- 
ernment on  the  issue  of  Confederation 
to  the  bitter  end. 

The  election  in  Nova  Scotia  was  a  pic- 
turesque one  as  well  as  bitter  and  hard- 
fought.  William  Annand  went  up  to  Col- 
chester to  contest  that  seat  against  the 
obnoxious  Tupper.  Joe  Howe  stumped 
the  province  from  end  to  end.    He  spoke 


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USINESS    firms    have    personality. 
Tliey   stand    for   something.     Some 
are  animated  by  ideals.    Ideals  come 
before  money,  but  the  money  comes 
surely,   in   its  own   place  and   time, 
and    plentifully    enough.      For    the 
public — a  certain  large  part  of  it,  that  is — is  also  con- 
cerned with  ideals,  and  gives  its  money  to  those  who  fill 
them  out. 

These  thoughts  come  to  one  contemplating  the  business 
of  "The  House  of  Service" — Gourlay,  Winter  &  Leem- 
ing,  makers  of  pianos  and  piano-players.  Here  is  a  firm 
possessed  by  ideals,  and  a  firm  that  has  grown  to  magni- 
tude because  it  possesses  ideals  and  translates  them  into 
its  product. 

Gourlay,  Winter  &  Leeming  have  chosen  for  themselves 
a  watchword — "The  House  of  Service."  Can  you  imagine 
a  finer  one — one  of  loftier  import?  It  makes  the  desire 
of  the  piano-player — the  public — supreme.  It  signifies  a 
sense  of  obligation,  of  trusteeship.  It  implies  an  inten- 
tion to  respond,  to  the  utmost  of  ability,  to  the  necessities 
of  the  musician — of  those  who  love  music  more  than  the 
structure  which  is  called  a  piano,  and  whose  souls  are 
uplifted  and  transported  by  the  singing  of  the  harp 
within  its  casing  of  wood. 
You  who  are  soon  to  buy  a  piano 
or  a  piano-player — what  is  the 
thought  that  is  directing  you  to  a 
choice  ?  Is  it  price  ?  Is  it  appear- 
ance? Is  it  the  name?  Is  it 
value  for  money?  Is  it  music— 
that  Voice  of  your  own  spirit  and 
desire  and  dreaming,  a  Voice 
sweet,  or  strong,  or  soft,  or  vib- 
rant, or  deep  ?  It  all  matters. 
If  price  governs  you  in  your  choos- 
ing, you'll  probably  get  a  piano 
costing  you  $200  more  or  less.  If 
appearance  is  the  chief  thing,  then 
all  makers  can  provide  you  with  a 
piece  of  furniture  passably  good-looking.  Is  it  a  name  ? — then 
you  should  be  careful  what  name  will  be  on  the  piano  to  reveal 
you  to  your  friends,  for  some  names  blatantly  advertised,  stand 
for  energy  in  selling  rather  than  for  excellence  in  the  instru- 
ment. Is  it  value  for  money? — then  probably  it  will  be  a  case 
of  bargaining,  or  "shopping"  with  little  concern  for  the  piano 
viewed  as  a  musical  instrument.  Is  it  music? — then  your 
choice  narrows  down  to  two  or  three  makes  of  instruments, — 
and  the  Gourlay  is  in  this  small  company. 

Now  your  choice  will  become  perhaps  difficult;  and,  perhaps,  in 
the  end,  you  will  have  to  take  refuge,  less  in  your  own  ability 
to  distinguish  between  the  merits  of  one  piano  and  another, 
since  both  may  appeal  to  you  equally,  and  more  in  the  good 
faith  of  the  makers;  and  then  you  may  find  it  easy  to  decide 
when  you  remember  that  Gourlay's  are  "The  House  of  Service." 
They  do  serve  you — you  who  may  be  ready  to  buy  a  piano  or 
a  piano-player  purely  as  a  musical  instrument,  and  not  as  a 
piece  of  beautiful  joinery.  Indeed,  they  have  already  served 
you.  They  served  you  long  before  your  need  or  desire  for  a 
piano  or  piano-player  became  pressing.    They  anticipated  your 


case,  and  conscientiously  and  with  the  utmost  fidelity 
Gourlay's  made  their  piano  and  their  Gourlay-Angelus 
player-piano  the  fulfilment  of  all  that  the  musician 
demands  and  an  incentive  to  more  artistic  work  on  the 
part  of  every  other  good  piano  maker  in  Canada. 
One  further  distinction  of  this  firm  should  be  noted, 
because  it  bears  on  the  thought  of  service. 
Frequently,  at  stated — and  regular  intervals  fourteen  men  in 
the  Gourlay  organization  meet  in  council  to  talk  over  every 
phase  of  the  business  in  which  all  are  supremely  interested  by 
reason  of  being  stockholders  and  active  workers.  This  Cabinet 
includes  the  president  and  executives,  the  factory  manager, 
the  sales  manager,  the  superintendent  of  agencies,  the  superin- 
tendent of  case-making,  the  head  of  the  polishing  and  finishing 
department,  the  sounding-board  expert,  the  head  joiner,  the 
head  of  the  action-finishing  department,  the  chief  regulator  of 
actions,  the  chief  tuner,  the  tone-expert,  the  player-piano 
expert,  and  the  chief  of  the  repair  department.  Coilectively, 
they  make  the  Gourlay  piano  and  the  Gourlay  Service  what 
they  are.  The  House  of  Service  is  a  democracy,  not  a  one-man 
or  one-genius  organization.  It  would  be  impossible  to  exag- 
gerate the  significance  of  this  collective  organization.  It  has 
given  the  Gourlay  piano  its  supremacy  and  assures  it. 
Just  another  glimpse  into  what  is  signified  by  service. 
In  the  midst  of  the  Christmas  rush  a  salesman  sold  to  a  cus- 
tomer m  the  brief  space  of  20  minutes  an  instrument  valued 
at  $325.  The  next  customer  to  come  in  was  received  by  an 
equally  efficient  salesman  who  spent  a  full  hour  in  exchanging 
a  phonograph  record.  The  salesman  had  caught  the  spirit  of 
the  House  of  Service  in  display  of  great  patience,  and  main- 
tained courtesy  with  apparently  small  results. 

Whether    the    transaction    be    the 

purchase    of     goods      having    the 

e%\l     B     P J    I  I       1^  value   of  a   single  record   or   of  a 

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in  every  riding,  wearing,  so  the  chronicles 
run,  a  "tasteful  grey  suit  and  a  tall  white 
hat."  His  tall  white  hat,  like  the  white 
plume  of  Henry  of  Navarre,  waved  al- 
ways where  the  fight  was  hottest.  Howe's 
methods  were  picturesque  and  such  re- 
cords as  have  been  kept  of  his  speeches 
shew  that  he  employed  humor  as  well  as 
invective  to  carry  his  audience. 

On  one  occasion  he  lauded  the  city  of 
London  as  the  real  capital  for  Canadians, 
adding:  "Surely  with  such  a  capital  as 
this  we  need  not  seek  another  in  the  back- 
woods of  Canada!  We  may  be  pardoned 
if  we  prefer  London  under  the  dominion 
of  John  Bull  to  Ottawa  under  the  domin- 
ion of  Jack  Frost!" 

THE  GOVERNMENT  was  sustained 
by  large  majorities  in  the  Provinces 
of  Ontario,  Quebec  and  New  Brunswick. 
Even  George  Brown  went  down  to  defeat 
in  South  Ontario;  and  he  never  again 
sat  in  the  House  of  Commons.  But  in 
Nova  Scotia  the  story  was  reversed.  Joe 
Howe  and  the  Opposition  swept  the  pro- 
vince, and  for  the  nineteen  seats  only  one 
Government  supporter — Tupper  in  Col- 
chester— was  returned.  Eighteen  mem- 
bers went  to  Ottawa  prepared  to  fight 
for  the  repeal  of  Confederation! 

Following  the  election  the  Antis  de- 
cided to  send  a  delegation  to  London  to 
move  for  repeal  and  Howe,  Annan,  J.  C. 
Troop  and  H.  W.  Smith  were  selected. 
They  sailed  at  once  and  had  soon  launched 
an  active  propaganda  in  London.  To 
counteract  the  effort,  Tupper  also  went  to 
London  and  presented  the  other  side  of 
the  case. 

Tupper  soon  found  that  the  Imperial 
authorities  were  prepared  to  let  matters 
stand.  Accordingly,  on  the  evening  of 
Feb.  4  he  called  upon  Howe  at  the  lodg- 
ings of  the  Anti  delegation.  He  saw  the 
Anti    leader    alone. 

"You  are  beaten — and  you  know  it," 
was  the  substance  of  what  he  told  his  op- 
ponent. Howe,  weary  from  butting  up 
against  the  hard,  cold  wall  of  British 
governmental  indifference,  could  not 
gainsay  this.  Tupper  then  proceeded, 
with  rare  tact,  to  point  out  that,  where 
repeal  was  impossible,  the  only  loyal 
course  was  acquiescence.  What  other 
course  was  possible?  Howe  was  too  loyal 
to  consider  annexation. 

Howe  went  back  to  his  associates, 
shaken  in  his  determination.  He  said  to 
the  others:  "Tupper  has  been  to  see  me." 
One  of  them  asked:  "Howe,  what  have 
you  to  do  with  Tupper?" 

Howe  sensed  suspicion  in  the  query  and 
replied:  "I  wanted  to  see  his  hand.  Do 
not  mistrust  me,  gentleman,  I  am  acting 
for  our  best  interests  as  I  see  things." 

Subsequently  Howe  and  Tupper  went 
to  visit  the  Duke  of  Buckingham  and,  be- 
fore returning  Tupper  wrote  to  Macdon- 
ald: "Howe  will  soon  be  with  us." 

THE  ANTI  deputation  returned  to 
Nova  Scotia  without  having  accom- 
plished anything.  The  agitation  still 
went  on,  but  Howe  took  a  less  active  part. 
It  has  been  asserted  by  the  enemies  who 
afterwards  rose  up  against  him  that  he 
was  then  looking  for  a  reward  as  a  result 
of  abjuring  the  cause  of  the  Antis;  but 
from  an  outside  perspective  it  seems  more 
certain  that  he  had  wearied  of  what  ap- 
peared to  be  a  lost  cause  and  had  become 
convinced  that  loyalty  demanded  that  he 
bow  to  the  inevitable. 

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of  Nova  Scotia  was  the  visit  of  a  dele- ' 
gation  headed  by  the  Premier  (now  Sir 
John).  They  saw  Howe  and  he  ar- 
ranged a  public  meeting  at  which  he  pre- 
sided and  Sir  John  spoke.  Negotiations 
by  letter  between  Howe  and  Macdonald 
went  on  for  some  time  afterward  and 
finally  all  Nova  Scotia  was  dumbfounded 
by  the  announcement  that  Howe  was  en- 
tering the  Dominion  Government. 

Howe  elected  to  stand  in  the  constitu- 
ency of  Hants,  and  his  erstwhile  friends,  I 
now  converted  into  the  bitterest  of  ene- 
mies, prepared  to  rend  him  limb  from 
limb.  But  the  old  lion  roused  himself,  and 
after  a  grand  fight  won  the  seat  by  a 
majority  of  383.  It  was  charged  that  the 
Macdonald  Government  poured  money 
into  the  constituency  and  that  as  high 
as  four  hundred  dollars  was  paid  for  a 
vote.  The  popular  story  was  that  it 
cost  sixty  thousand  dollars  to  carry  Hants 
for  Howe;  that,  however,  is  a  story  that 
probably  arose  in  the  heat  of  the  election.  I 
Howe  sat  for  four  years  in  the  Cabinet. 
They  were  neither  happy  nor  fruitful. 
He  was  too  brilliant  and  self-willed  to 
make  a  good  lieutenant  and  he  found  that 
he  was  overshadowed  completely  by  the 
lustre  of  the  now  firmly-entrenched  Sir 
John  A.  Macdonald.  Howe's  term  made 
a  rather  unfortunate  finish  to  a  brilliant 
political  career;  and  he  was  very  glad 
finally  to  accept  the  post  of  Lieutenant-  ! 
Governor  of  Nova  Scotia.  j 

IN   THE   meantime  the   Repeal   Move-  ! 
ment  in  the  province  had  lost  some  of 
its  force  and  it  never  again  assumed  suffi- 
cient proportions  to  threaten  the   solid-  | 
arity  of  the  new-fledged  Dominion.  ! 

It  remains  but  to  be  told  that  in  1870 
the  North-West  Territories  were  trans-  , 
f erred  to  the  Dominion;  that  in  1871 
the  people  of  British  Columbia  cast  in 
their  lot  with  the  Dominion ;  and  that  in 
1873  Prince  Edward  Island  decided  not  * 
to  remain  out  in  the  cold  any  longer. 

And  so  the  constitution  of  the  Dominion 
of  Canada  was  completed. 


Confederation  — And 
Afterwards 

Continued  from  page  29. 

The  United  States  would  have  had  to  fight 
for  her.  She  could  have  saved  her  own 
skin.  But  she  espoused  the  cause  because 
she  could  not  be  worthy  of  her  destiny  if 
she  had  not;  and  it  is  symbolical  of  her 
progress  to  that  destiny  that  the  anni- 
versary of  her  natal  day  as  a  federation 
should  come  when  she  is  in  the  midst  of 
battle  throes  for  a  world  federation. 

The  Indians  of  the  South- West  have  a 
practice  of  working  blood  into  the  walls 
of  the  house  when  a  new  family  comes  into 
the  clan.  The  war  is  to  Canada  the  blood 
sign  on  the  lintel  of  a  newer,  larger  life 
in  a  newer,  bigger  world  federation. 

A  dozen  families  of  nations  are  now 
fighting  for  this  federation.  What  will 
come  of  it,  we  do  not  know.  We  only 
know  we  are  following  a  vision  to  a 
larger,  higher  destiny,  and  that  the  things 
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presented  a  world  of  possibilities.  Return- 
ing east  he  was  interviewed  by  the  Mont- 
real Star  and  spoke  enthusiastically  of  the 
vast  country  west  of  the  Great  Lakes. 
Keeting  Mr.  Van  Home  on  Peel  Street  the 
following  day  he  stopped  and  said : 

"Well,  I  read  what  you  had  to  say,  but  I 
only  wish  our  revenue  account  would  cor- 
respond with  these  vast  resources  you  see. 
We're  behind  over  $650,000  on  this  year's 
account  on  operation  out  there!  But  I 
want  to  talk  to  you ;  I  like  men  who  have 
faith  in  great  enterprises." 

The  writer  dined  with  him  that  night  at 
his  home  on  Sherbrooke  Street.  In  view  of 
the  passing  of  Sir  William,  it  will  not  be 
considered  a  breach  of  etiquette  to  refer 
to    his    nobility    of    nature    as    revealed 
within  the  bosom  of  his  family.    As  a  host 
he  was  in  his  element.    The  cares,  worries 
and  responsibilities  of  office  became  seem- 
ingly of  infinitesimal  importance.     Paint- 
ing,  history,   literature  were  covered   in 
his   engaging   conversation,   and   one    no 
longer  wondered  why  his  magnetic  force 
enabled   him   to   undertake  what  at  one 
time  seemed  a  hopeless  task  and  to  carry 
it  to  a  triumphant  termination;  the  blood 
of  New  Amsterdam  was  no  prodigal  ele- 
ment,  coursing  through   the   veins   of   a 
worthy    son.      During    the    conversation 
Mrs.  Van  Home  listened  with  wrapt  at- 
tention.    She  turned  to  me  at  one  stage 
and  said  quietly:  "You  public  men  only 
see  my  husband  facing  and  overcoming 
difficulties.    I  see  him  as  the  most  beau- 
tiful  character   God   ever  created.     The 
moment  he  enters  his  house  the  office  door 
is  closed ;  he  never  permits  me  to  know  or 
speak  of  his  business  anxieties;  you  see 
him  now  as  he  always  is  at  home." 

The  good  wife  who  spoke  thus  has  per- 
haps long  forgotten  the  occurrence  and 
her  words ;  but  they  have  remained  green 
in  the  memory  of  the  writer,  who  recalls 
them  now  as  illustrative  of  the  character 
of  a  man  who  gave  permanence  to  great 
national  achievements  without  disturbing 
the  sweet  harmony  of  the  home  sanctuary. 
Later  in  the  evening,  ensconced  in  what 
he  called  his  "den,"  but  which  was  in 
reality  a  gallery  of  art,  Sir  William  re- 
ferred to  the  difficulties  which  he  and 
his  co-laborers  had  encountered  during  the 
earlier  days. 

"They  were  pretty  solemn  processions 
that  visited  Ottawa  in  1883-4,"  he  said. 
"Financial  disaster  was  threatening  the 
railway.  Sir  John  Macdonald  we  found 
willing  but  non-committal.  Sir  Leonard 
Tilley,  the  Finance  Minister,  was  cau- 
tious to  unwillingness;  Sir  Francis  Smith, 
a  sheet  anchor;  J.  H.  Pope  was  always 
with  the  enterprise,  and  Sir  Charles  Tup- 
per  always  favorable,  whether  in  Ottawa 
or  London." 

He  then  proceeded  to  tell  how  he 
had  come  to  secure  some  of  his  chief 
officials,  and  to  pay  tribute  to  their  loyalty 
and  industry.  And  incidentally  he 
drifted  into  an  anecdote  which  probably 
has  not  been  published  before. 


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-*-'  how  I  discovered  Shaughnessy. 
I  was  conversing  with  the  head  of  an 
important  railway  in  Milwaukee  when 
in  the  next  room  I  could  hear  a  voice 
strongly  rebuking  the  representative  of 
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•chinery  up  to  the  hour  of  contract.  I 
looked  in  and  enquired,  'Who  is  that?' 

"  'Oh,  that's  Tom  Shaughnessy,'  was 
the  reply. 

"Would  you  object  to  me  making  him  an 
offer?     I  want  a  man  like  that.' 

"The  other  replied,  'Oh,  we'll  not  stand 
in  his  way,  if  it  means  promotion.' 

"So  the  Canadian  Pacific  'annexed' 
Shaughnessy." 

AXTHEN  leaving  that  night  the  writer 
" '^   made  a  request  that  he  dictate  some 
•of  the  points  of  the  conversation. 

"I'll  do  it,  with  pleasure,"  replied  Sir 
William.  "I  shall  do  it  myself  without  any 
secretary." 

Sure  enough,  the  document  in  his  hand- 
writing, was  received  about  ten  days 
later.  It  was  accompanied  by  a  brief 
note  expressing  the  hope  that  the  paper 
would  prove  interesting,  and  adding: 
"This  was  the  way  I  spent  my  Christmas 
holiday." 

'  I  *  HE  following  is  an  accurate  copy  of 
•^     Sir    William    Van    Home's    manu- 
script notes,  outlining  some  of  the  earlier 
Tiistory  of  the  C.P.R. : 

"Company  work  in  the  North  West  was 
begun  in  the  spring  of  1881  under  A.  B. 
Stickney,  General  Superintendent,  and 
Gen.  Thos.  G.  Rosser,  Chief  Engineer. 
William  Van  Home  was  appointed  General 
Manager  of  the  Company  in  November, 
1881,  and  early  in  1882  Jno.  M.  Egan 
(afterwards  President  of  the  Chicago  and 
Great  Western  Ry.),  was  apnointed  Gen- 
eral Superintendent  of  the  Western  Sec- 
tion of  the  Railway,  and  Samuel  B.  Reid, 
Chief  Engineer.  The  latter  was  soon 
obliged  by  ill  health  to  resign  his  office, 
and  was  succeeded  by  J.  C.  James,  who, 
dying  early  in  1883,  was  succeeded  by 
James  Ross. 

"The  Company's  work  was  commenced 
at  Portage  la  Prairie,  when,  in  addition 
to  pushing  westward,  a  new  line  was  made 
eastward  to  Winnipeg,  to  take  the  place 
of  the  line  already  built  by  the  Govern- 
ment from  Winnipeg  to  Portage  la 
Prairie,  via  Stoney  Mountain  and  Ossawa, 
a  line  altogether  too  circuitous.  The  close . 
of  the  working  season  of  1881  found  the 
end  of  the  rails  at  Flat"  Creek  (now  Oak 
Lake  Station),  131  miles  west  of  Winni- 
peg. Van  Home  reorganized  and  enlarg- 
ed the  construction  and  operating  depart- 
ments, established  an  enormous  depot  for 
construction  material  and  supplies  at  Flat 
Creek,  and  otherwise  made  ready  for  the 
great  work  of  1882.  Rails  were  brought 
from  England  and  Germany,  mostly  by 
ocean  to  New  York,  thence  by  rail  to 
Winnipeg,  and  owing  to  the  inefficiency  of 
rail  transportation  from  the  seaboard, 
more  than  100  miles  of  rails  were  brought 
to  New  Orleans,  thence  conveyed  on 
•  barges  up  the  Mississippi  to  St.  Louis  and 
then  to  St.  Paul.  Sleepers  were  procured 
from  the  Lake  of  the  Woods  country. 
Engines  and  cars  from  the  workshops  of 
the  United  States  and  Canada,  and  even 
from  Scotland;  laborers  and  skilled  men 
were  gathered  from  everywhere.  The 
construction  organization,  once  set  in  mo- 
tion, proceeded  without  hitch  or  stoppage 
to  the  completion  of  the  railway. 

"The  company  very  soon  awakened  to 
the  fact  that  they  would  be  closely  pursued 
by  interest  account,  recognizing  that 
money  put  into  the  work  must  be  made  to 
yield  returns;  and  the  railway  made  an 
earning  factor  as  quickly  as  possible. 
As  Sir  John  Macdonald  once  expressed  it, 
it  was  a  case  of  the  quick  or  the  dead.    If 


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the  full  time  allowed  by  the  contract 
with  the  government  was  taken  advantage 
of,  interest  would  swamp  the  corporation, 
and  it  was  believed  (as  afterwards  demon- 
strated), that  rapid  work  did  not  neces- 
sarily involve  extra  expense;  that  it  was 
largely  a  question  of  perfection  of  plan 
and  organization  of  anticipating  and  pro- 
viding in  advance  for  all  requirements. 
Therefore,  the  work  was  laid  out  with  a 
view  towards  its  completion  in  less  than 
half  the  contract  time.  The  programme 
then  decided  upon  was  carried  through, 
almost  to  the  day. 

"While   the   physical   victory   achieved 
was  wonderful,  the  financial  feat  in  carry- 


ing through  the  undertaking  was  more 
wonderful.  The  financial  world  at  first 
regarded  the  undertaking  with  doubt,  at 
times  with  derision.  This  changed  as 
time  went  on,  to  astonishment,  then  to 
amazement  and  admiration.  It  was  half 
believed  that  the  company  had  found 
Aladdin's  Lamp.  George  Stephen  (Lord 
Mount  Stephen),  was  the  financial  soul  of 
the  enterprise.  His  genius,  courage  and 
devotion  made  the  impossible  possible. 
Along  the  contemplated  route  of  the  rail- 
way at  the  time  the  contract  was  exe- 
cuted between  the  Government  and  the 
Company,  the  settlements  ended,  going 
west  from   Montreal  to   Pembroke  only 


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Arthur's  Landing  .(Port  Arthur),  800 
miles  beyond,  there  was  wilderness  sup- 
posed by  Canadians  to  be  practicably  un- 
inhabitable. At  Prince  Arthur's  Landing 
was  a  small  mining  village  of  300  people 
or  so.  From  there  to  Winnipeg,  425 
miles,  was  another  rocky  wilderness  with 
perhaps  a  dozen  people  at  the  Lake  of  the 
Woods.  At  Winnipeg,  which  was  then 
little  more  than  a  trading  post  of  the 
Hudson  Bay  Company  and  within  a  radius 
of  50  miles,  were  a  few  thousand  people. 
From  'Vyinnipeg  to  the  Pacific  coast,  1,500 
miles,  there  were  four  great  mountain 
ranges  to  be  crossed  and  no  population 
save  Indians.  About  the  Pacific  terminus 
there  were  a  few  thousand  inhabitants  at 
New  Westminster  and  scattered  among 
the  mining  camps  and  a  few  thousand 
more  at  Victoria  and  elsewhere  on  Van- 
couver Island.  It  was  not  possible  that 
these  scattered  elements  could  sustain  a 
transcontinental  railway  costing  two 
hundred  million  dollars,  not  possible  that 
such  a  railway  could  earn  even  its  train 
expenses,  saying  nothing  of  maintenance; 
as  to  interest  on  the  money  invested  that 
was  not  to  be  thought  of — so  all  the  world 
said.  That  it  would  be  made  to  pay  divi- 
dends on  its  ordinary  shares  was  not 
believed  by  half  a  dozen  financiers.  It 
was  in  the  face  of  this  general  opinion 
that  Mr.  Stephen  found  the  money  to  keep 
the  work  going  on,  even  when  the  ex- 
penses amounted  to  $100,000  a  day,  for 
months  together.  The  company  set  out 
in  the  first  place  to  build  its  line  from  the 
proceeds  of  land  grant  bonds  and  $100,- 
000,000  of  ordinary  stock,  keeping  the 
railway  free  from  mortgage.  Something 
more  than  half  the  shares  had  been  mar- 
keted when,  about  midsummer,  of  1883,  it 
was  found  that  the  remainder  would  not 
at  the  low  price  they  had  given,  realize 
enough  to  complete  the  work.  Then,  in 
order  to  give  financial  backbone  to  the 
enterprise,  and  to  put  the  price  of  the 
stock  high  enough  to  yield  the  required 
amount,  the  Company  deposited  with  the 
Government  a  sufficient  amount  in  cash  to 
secure  a  guarantee  of  three  per  cent,  per 
annum  for  ten  years;  but  before  this  ar- 
rangement had  the  anticipated  effect  and 
Villard  and  the  Northern  Pacific  got  into 
financial  difficulties,  prices  dropped  and 
the  Canadian  Pacific  Company  found  it- 
self in  a  worse  plight  than  ever.  It  was 
then  that  the  Government  was  asked  for 
a  loan  of  $30,000,000  to  enable  the  Com- 
pany to  complete  its  work.  This  was  re- 
luctantly given,  nearly  everybody  suppos- 
ing the  amount  lost  to  the  country.  A 
year  later  a  further  loan  of  $5,000,000  was 
made  to  the  Company  and  to  the  surprise 
of  everyone,  these  advances  were  repaid 
with  interest,  shortly  afterwards. 


"The  line  through  the  Rocky  and  Sel- 
kirk Mountains  traverses  what  was  in 
1880  practically  an  unknown  region. 

"Major  A.  B.  Rogers,  then  a  well-known 
engineer  in  the  Western  States  was  en- 
trusted with  the  explorations  and  surveys 
of  this  section.  He  was  a  man  in  whose 
character,  professional  pride  and  abso- 
lute fidelity  were  the  predominating 
traits;  so  extreme  were  his  ideas  as  to 
these,  that  by  many  he  was  regarded  as 
a  'crank.'  The  difficulties  he  encountered 
in  tracing  out  a  line  through  the  moun- 
tains were  extraordinary  and  the  hard- 
ships undergone  were  almost  beyond 
human  endurance;  but  the  Major  prose- 
cuted work  with  a  pertinacity  and  enthu- 
siasm that  nothing  seemed  to  daunt  and 
his  success  was  the  proudest  achievement 
of  his  life. 

"Roger's  character  is  well  illustrated 
by  the  fact  that  when  the  pass  through 
the  Selkirks  was  found  to  be  a  certainty, 
and  the  directors  issued  a  cheque  for 
$5,000,  the  Major  had  it  framed,  refusing 
to  draw  the  money,  holding  the  cheque  to 
be  worth  vastly  more  that  $5,000.  In  his 
own  words  he  had  not  been  working  for 
money !  It  was  only  on  being  given  a  fine 
gold  watch  covered  with  complimentary 
inscriptions  that  he  could  be  prevailed 
upon  to  have  the  cheque  cashed.  The 
Major  was  very  economical  in  the  conduct 
of  his  work.  On  being  told  that  he  was 
accused  of  making  his  men  live  on  soup 
made  from  bacon  rinds  and  old  ham- 
sacks,  he  i-eplied :  'That's  an  infernal  lie, 
whoever  told  you  it.  I  have  never  squan- 
dered the  Company's  money  in  buying 
hams.' 

"The  Major  died  in  1889,  and  a  week  or 
two  before  wrote  me  he  was  ill  at  his 
brother's  house  in  Minnesota,  that  the  doc- 
tors told  him  that  he  would  have  to  'pass 
his  checks'  in  the  course  of  ten  days  or  so. 
He  mentioned  that  when  in  Montreal  last 
he  saw  in  the  C.P.R.  office  a  lot  of  photo- 
graphs of  mountain  scenery,  and  he  would 
like  to  get  some  of  the  pictures,  if  he  could, 
in  time  to  show  and  explain  them  to  his 
young  nephews  and  nieces  before  he  pass- 
ed away.  Needless  to  say,  not  a  minute 
was  lost  in  sending  them;  so  the  Major's 
last  days  were  made  happy." 

It  may  not  be  out  of  place,  in  conclusion, 
to  chronicle  a  statement  made  to  the 
writer  by  Sir  Donald  Smith  (afterwards 
Lord  Strathcona),  at  Winnipeg,  during 
the  winter  of  1896.  The  old  Hudson  Bay 
Factor,  after  referring  to  his  connection 
with  the  Canadian  Pacific  said:  "When 
Parliament  voted  approval  of  a  loan  of 
$30,000,000  to  the  Company,  both  George 
Stephen  and  I  were  hopelessly  involved; 
to  such  an  extent  that  even  our  houses  and 
other  effects  would  have  gone  had  the 
smash  come." 


The  Draft 

Continued  from  page  27. 


ground  tunnel,  as  it  was  called,  by  which 
escaped  slaves,  helped  by  Northern  Abo- 
litionists, found  freedom  on  Canadian  soil. 
The  North  started  out,  thinking  its  task 
easy,  but  sharp  defeat  at  Bull  Run,  Ball's 
Bluff,  and  Wilson's  Creek,  opened  its 
eyes.  Voluntary  enlistment  failing  to  fill 
the  depleted  ranks  in  the  Union  armies, 
Lincoln  and  his  government,  in  March  of 
'63,  resorted  to  the  draft.  All  able-bodied 
men  between  the  ages  of  eighteen  and 
forty-five  were  liable  to  be  drafted,  and 

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forced  to  serve  or  pay  for  a  substitute. 
Down  in  New  York  and  elsewhere,  there 
were,  as  now,  pacifists — Copperheads  or 
Butternuts  they  were  called — who  talked 
high-sounding  phrases  to  save  their  skins, 
and  preached  the  brand  of  freedom  that 
cheerfully  lets  the  other  fellow  take  the 
risky  job.  Thousands  of  Canadians 
fought  on  the  side  of  the  North,  some 
drawn  by  the  righteousness  of  the  cause, 
others  impelled  by  the  love  of  adventure, 
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by  wealthy  slackers,  with  no  stomach  for 
fighting,  to  those  who  could  take  their 
places  in  the  Draft.  In  this  way  a  great 
many  Canadians  took  a  chance  in  the  big 
game,  and  some  returned  to  build  fortune 
on  the  foundation  of  bounty  money. 

III. 

«'TCAN  recall  the  day  and  hour,  as  if 
J-  they  were  but  yesterday,  instead 
of  in  '63.  It  was  a  beautiful  spring  morn- 
ing. The  ice  had  been  out  of  the  lake  two 
or  three  weeks.  Sugaring  was  over,  the 
snow  had  gone.  The  young  leaves  were 
on  the  trees,  and  farmers  busy  with  spring 
ploughing  in  the  warm,  dry  fields.  Fish- 
ing was  fine.  I  had  been  to  the  river  inlet, 
and  had  a  basket  of  beauties.  I  can  see 
myself,  a  bare-legged  lad,  rising  twelve, 
pants  and  shirt  my  costume,  my  fishing 
kit  a  pole  cuf  from  the  bush,  length  of 
string  and  hook.  I  wanted  to  see  Annie 
Harland,  so  I  ran  my  tub  of  a  home-made 
boat  on  the  sand  strip  yonder. 

"The  old  cottage  you  see,  above  the  j 
beach,  was  the  Harland  place,  then  as  i 
pretty  a  little  spot  as  you'd  wish  to  look  | 
on.  .  Most  of  the  hillside  had  been  owned 
by  a  wealthy  man  named  Dransfield,  who 
lived  down  in  the  States.  He  had  cut  it 
up  into  hundred  acre  farms,  selling  them 
on  time  to  a  band  of  North  of  Ireland 
settlers  who  had  recently  come  out.  One 
of  the  new  arrivals  was  James  Harland, 
a  Belfast  man.  He  was  said  to  come  of 
good  stock.  Money,  we  knew,  came  to  him 
every  year  in  small  sums  from  Ireland, 
and  it  was  rumored  that  one  day  he  would 
get  quite  a  little  fortune,  when  some  pro- 
perty he  was  interested  in  was  sold.  We 
didn't  pay  much  attention  to  those  tales, 
however,  as  most  of  the  Old  Country  fami- 


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lies  had  traditions  of  wealth  tied  up  in 
Chancery,  or  dangling  tantalizingly  just 
out  of  reach  for  want  of  some  vital 
'papers.'  Harland's  wife  died  soorftafter 
he  settled  here,  leaving  him  with  one  child, 
a  girl,  Annie. 

"The  land  then  was  not  as  it  is  now, 
cleared  and  fenced.  Most  of  it  was  heavy 
bush.  In  a  few  years  Harland  got  a  fair 
piece  cleared,  house  and  barns  built,  and 
a  tidy  bit  of  stock  accumulated,  but  it 
was  terribly  hard  work.  He  had  no 
money  to  hire  help,  and  except  for  the  few 
days  a  neighbor  might  give  him,  in  return 
for  like  services,  he  and  his  daughter 
managed  alone.  As  industrious,  honest, 
and  God-fearing  a  man  as  ever  stepped 
in  shoe  leather  was  James  Harland. 
Then,  just  as  he  was  beginning  to  see  the 
glimmer  of  daylight  in  his  affairs  he  was 
killed  in  the  bush  by  the  fall  of  a  tree. 

ANNIE  was  then  a  girl  of  twenty, 
a  tall,  handsome  lass,  with  big, 
dark  speaking  Irish  eyes,  bright  win- 
some face,  with  a  glow  of  color  under 
the  dusky  tints  that  sun  and  air  had  given 
her.  All  the  lads  in  the  Settlement  were 
head  and  ears  in  love  with  her,  I  myself, 
— at  twelve — as  much  as  the  next.  Har- 
land had  left  things  in  a  bad  way,  through 
no  fault  of  his  own,  poor  man !  There  was 
a  sum  of  eight  hundred  dollars  still  due 
on  the  land  purchase  and  building  loans. 
Old  Dransfield  had  been  a  kindly,  accom- 
modating man,  reasonable  with  mortga- 
gors, anxious  to  see  them  prosper.  He 
died,  and  his  son,  a  man  about  thirty,  was 
of  another  stamp.  He  knew  nothing  but 
the  strict  letter  of  his  bond,  called  hardness 
sound  business  principle,  and  thought 
himself  a  hundred  times  smarter  than  his 
father  had  been,  though  the  old  man  had 
more  wisdom  in  one  corner  of  his  skull 
than  the  son  had  in  his  entire  establish- 
ment. 

Men  came  courting  Annie — young- 
sters in  their  teens,  likely  farmers,  moldy 
old  widowers.  She  laughed  alike  at  their 
clumsy  or  crafty  lovemaking,  and  shoo'd 
them  away.  Neither  young  man's  slave 
nor  old  man's  darling  was  she  ready  to 
be — just  yet.  Young  Dransfield,  who 
came  up  every  few  months,  debt  collect- 
ing, fell  before  her  charms  like  the  rest. 

She  did  not  laugh  at  his  lovemaking, 
but  sought  to  avoid  him,  as  if  she  feared. 
After  she  was  left  alone  he  went  to  see 
her,  and  asked  what  she  proposed  to  do 
about  the  farm,  and  she  told  him  she 
meant  to  try  and  run  it  herself  and  pay 
him  off.  He  laughed  at  the  notion,  but 
she  was  wonderfully  sweet  and  pretty, 
and  all  alone,  so  he  was  indulgent  for  a 
year  or  so.  When  the  first  instalment 
ran  behind — for  the  year  following  Har- 
land's death  was  a  very  hard  one — he 
began  to  come  to  the  house  oftener,  mak- 
ing the  debt  an  excuse.  He  was  foppish 
in  a  cheap,  vulgar  way,  fond  of  displaying 
what  he  considered  were  city  manners, 
and  showing  off  his  wealth  before  the 
plain  folk  as  if  he  were  a  superior  being. 
To  those  who  were  in  his  power  he  was  a 
pitiless  bully.  I  suppose  he  thought  that 
a  country  girl  like  Annie  would  fall  down 
and  worship  his  magnificence,  but  he  was 
mistaken,  and  when  he  found  he  could  not 
win  her  by  fair  means,  he  tried  foul, 
bothering  her  about  money,  till  she  had 
little  pleasure  in  life.  Of  course,  it  was 
his  right.  The  money  was  due  him.  But 
he  sought  to  use  the  power  it  gave  him 
like  the  coward  he  was.  At  last,  when 
he  became  impertinent,  she  pulled  him  up 


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Fifty  years  of  amazing  progress  1917 


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Ushered  in  by  the  Great  War,  the  second  half  century  of  Confederation  will  lay  greater  responsibil- 
ities -and  offer  greater  opportunities  to  Ontario  for  National  Service. 

The  ravages  of  the  World  War  must  be  made  good,  and  the  unparalleled  natural  resources 
of  Ontario  as  yet  scarcely  touched  will  now  enter  upon  their  own.  As  the  following  facts 
prove,  the  Province  of  Ontario  presents  greater  opportunities  to  Capital  and  Labor  than 
any  other  in  the  Dominion. 


Resources. 

Ontario  includes  230  million 
acres  of  land,  of  which  only  13^^ 
million  acres  are  under  cultivation. 
More  than  20  million  acres  of  the 
very  finest  arable  land  await  the 
plough.  From  east  to  west  its 
borders  are  1,000  miles  apart,  and 
from  north  to  south  1,075  miles. 

Timber  licenses  have  been  issued 
for  only  about  10%  of  the  200,000 
square  miles  of  wooded  land.  Ex- 
tensive forests  of  pine  and  other 
woods  are  yet  untouched. 

Practically    all    minerals    excepting  coal 

are     found     in     Ontario,     and     there  are 

4.300.000    h.p.     in     "white    coal"    still  un- 
developed. 

The  value  of  farms  in  Ontario,  includ- 
ing lands,  buildings,  implements  and  live 
stock,  is  estimated  at  $1,480,000,000,  yield- 
ing an  annual  gross  return  of  at  least 
2."?%    on    their    value. 

Bordering  on  the  Great  Lakes,  and  with 
one-third  of  Canada's  railway  mileage  and 
five  great  canals  within  its  borders,  every 
advantage  of  transportation  is  available. 
Ontario  is  the  natural  distributing  centre 
of  Canada.  Every  encouragement  is  given 
to  industries,  and  most  new  Canadian  fac- 
tories   locate    in    Ontario. 

There  are  over  300  towns  and  cities  in 
the  Province,  including  25  of  over  10,000 
population.  Among  these  are  Toronto,  the 
second  largest  city  in  Canada,  and  Ot- 
tawa,  the  capital   of  Canada. 


Development. 


The  utilities  necessary  for  development 
are  further  advanced  in  Ontario  than 
anywhere   else   in   Canada. 

The  Ontario  Hydro-Electric  Commission 
operates  450  miles  of  110, 000- volt  power 
lines,  and  1,250  miles  of  lower  tension 
lines.  44,000  volts  or  less.  The  rates 
charged  to  municipalities,  industries  and 
other  customers  are  from  $15  per  h.p. 
year    upwards,    according    to    amount    used. 

There  are  50,000  miles  of  highways  and 
10,000  miles  of  colonization  roads  (an  ag- 
gressive good  roads  policy  is  being  carried 
out  by  the  Minister  ol  Hijjhways),  and 
10.039  miles  of  steam  railways  and  772 
of  electric.  The  Temiskaming  and  Nor- 
thern Ontario  Railway,  owned  by  the 
Province,  operates  330  miles,  connecting 
Northern    Ontario    and    Toronto. 

A  network  of  rural  telephone  systems 
has  been  developed  as  a  result  of  pro- 
vincial legislation,  comprising  600  systems, 
65  of  which  are  municipally  owned,  and 
80,000  farmers*  telephones,  the  large  ma- 
jority of  which  connect  with  the  Bell 
telephone  system  through  which  they  se- 
cure  long  distance  service  with  ail  points. 


Assessed 

Value 

-     $1,900,000,000 

Annual 

Production 

-     $1,000,000,000 

Uncultiva 

ted    Farm 

Land, 

20,000,000    acres 

Available 

Timber     - 

19.000,000,000    ft. 

Available 

Pulpwood 

300,000,000    cords 

Undeveloped     Water 

Powers, 

4,000,000   h.p. 

Nine  of  Canada's  22  chartered  banks, 
with  assets  of  $645,290,525.  have  their 
head  oiTices  in  Ontario,  and  the  Province 
also  has  1,135  of  the  3,094  branch  banks 
in    Canada. 

The  population  of  Ontario,  Dominion 
census  of  1911,  was  2,523,274,  of  which 
more  than  half  was  urban.  So  there  is 
plenty  of  room  for  greatly  increased  rural 
population.  Ontario  will  undoubtedly  re- 
main the  most  populous  and  powerful  of 
Canada's  provinces. 


Production. 

Manufacturers  employed  238,817 
persons  in  8,001  establishments, 
according  to  the  1910  Dominion 
Census,  and  produced  $579,810,225 
a  year,  or  almost  exactly  half  of  all 
Canada's   manufactures. 

Forest  products  are  worth  $35,000,000 
annuaily.  Minerals  averaged  $46,000,000 
annually  for  the  past  five  years,  of  which 
$32,600,000  was  metallic,  chiefly  silver, 
iron,    nickel,    gold    and    copi)«r. 

Fisheries  yield  annually  about  $2,700,000. 
Natural  gas  worth  $16,000,000  has  been 
obtained  in  the  past  ten  years,  and  in 
the  same  decade,  four  million  barrels  of 
Crude    Oil. 

Agricultural  production  is  about  $365,- 
000,000  annually,  including :  Field  crops, 
$199,000,000  or  39%  of  all  Canada's ;  dairy 
products,  $36,000,000;  fruit,  $26,100,000. 
retail  value,  %  of  all  Canada's  fruit  being 
grown  in  Ontario ;  tobacco,  $2,000,000  :  live 
stock,   $93,000,000. 

Crops  are  well  maintained.  In  1914, 
fall  wheat,  oats,  corn  for  husking,  barley, 
turnips  and  mixed  grains  totalled  222,413,- 
233  bushels ;  in  1915  these  crops  totalled 
253,015,418.  Modern  machinery  has  revo- 
lutionized"*"  methods  in  Ontario,  and  cheap 
electrical  power  on  the  farm  is  increasing 
production    still    further. 

Improved  farms  are  for  sale  from  $500 
to  $50,000,  while  homest«ads  of  160  to  200 
acres  are  given  free  or  sold  for  50  cents 
an  acre  in  four  annual  instalments.  The 
bush  farm  presents  many  advantages  over 
the  prairie  farm,  including  scenery,  shel- 
ter, fuel,  lumber,  pine  atmosphere,  de- 
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short,  and  told  him  to  stay  away,  and 
write  what  he  had  to  say  about  business. 
He  laughed  at  her  signs  of  fear,  in  his 
rough  coarse  way,  and  at  last,  as  he  be- 
came bolder,  she  came  to  father,  and  he 
put  the  laugh  on  the  other  side  of  the  fel- 
low's face.  A  word,  or  a  hint — father 
told  him — to  any  of  the  lads  along  the 
hillside  that  he  was  annoying  Annie,  and 
it  would  be  a  mighty  long  day  before  he 
would  be  able  to  display  his  gold  watch 
chain  and  diamond  stud  on  the  streets 
of  New  York  City.  And  if  the  lads  were 
slack,  he,  father,  would  attend  to  the  job 
himself.  Dransfield  was  wise  after  his 
kind,  and  courageous  only  with  his  tongue, 


so  he   contented  himself  with   pestering 
Annie  with  dunning  letters. 

IV. 

IT  WAS  in  the  fall  or  late  summer  of 
'62  that  Peter  Grant  came  to  the 
Settlement.  Peter  was  a  Scotsman,  a 
tall,  dark,  good-looking  Highland  lad,  who 
had  the  Gaelic  tongue,  and  something  of 
the  courteous  Gaelic  gentleness  over 
granite  ruggedness.  He  came  to  teach 
the  little  schools  in  this  and  the  adjoin- 
ing hamlet,  spending  a  few  months  in 
each.  In  between  his  teaching  he  found 
work  on  the  farms  at  busy  times.     He. 


could  drive  as  straight  a  furrow  as  any 
man  on  the  hillsides,  and  swing  scythe 
or  sickle  with  the  best  and  fastest.  Folks 
said  he  was  saving  to  put  himself  through 
College  and  become  a  minister.  He  was 
quiet,  grave  beyond  his  years,  a  great 
reader,  with  a  prodigious  memory  for 
poetry  that  he  would  recite,  when  carried 
out  of  his  reserve,  with  a  compelling,  fiery 
eloquence  I  will  never  forget.  His  gentle, 
polite  ways  made  the  rougher  lads,  at 
first,  pick  him  as  butt  for  their  practical 
jokes  and  clumsy  fun.  Then  they  dis- 
covered another  Peter.  He  could  use  his 
fists  with  bewildering  dexterity.  He 
fought  like  a  whirlwind,  and  there  wasn't 
a  man,  big  or  little,  in  the  Settlement,  that 
the  steel-and-whipcord  Highlander  could 
not  put  on  his  back  and  pin  there.  He 
seemed,  as  we  came  to  know  him,  a  curi- 
ous blend  of  fire  and  ice  and  power  and 
gentleness.  There  was  something  of  the 
heavy  claymore,  and  something  of  the 
fine,  keen  rapier  in  him.  Poor  in  pocket, 
he  had  a  pride  and  chivalry  that  the  nob- 
lest in  the  land  could  not  have  out- 
matched. 

His  courtesy  to  women  was  a  revelation 
to  us  then.  To  him  they  were  not  mortals 
of  common  clay,  to  be  flirted  with  or 
joked  about,  but  another,  superior  order 
of  beings,  to  be  worshipped  and  rever- 
enced. His  quaint  politenesses,  never 
effusive,  were  often  ridiculed  by  the  men, 
and  some  of  the  women  too,  who  neverthe- 
less thought  no  worse  of  Peter  because  he 
esteemed  them  finer  and  better  than  they 
really  were. 
I 

HE  and  Annie  Harland  drew  together 
like  magnet  and  steel.  Folks  saw  it, 
and  expected  they  would  marry  and  settle 
down;  but  they  didn't,  and  it  was  the 
judgment  of  the  Settlement  that  they 
were  the  queerest  lovers  ever  known. 
They  did  not  go  out  walking  together.  He 
never  went  to  the  house,  he  saluted  her 
with  grave  hat-lifting  when  he  met  her, 
and  always  called  her  Mistress  Annie 
when  he  spoke  of  her.  Some  said  he 
wished  to  marry  her,  but  she  would  not 
hear  of  it.  She  knew  what  life  on  the 
farm  would  be,  one  long  struggle  all 
their  days  with  poverty,  hardship,  and, 
maybe,  crushed  ambition.  To  put  Peter 
to  wood  clearing,  and  Swamp  draining, 
and  the  drudgery  of  farm  life,  would  be 
like  harnessing  a  thoroughbred  racer  to 
a  lumber  wagon.  He  must  go  his  way, 
get  to  college,  enter  the  ministry,  and 
then,  if  he  didn't  find  someone  he  liked 
better — she  laughed,  talking  it  over  with 
my  mother — they  might  talk  about  it 
again.  They  musn't  even  be  declared 
lovers,  each  must  have  full  liberty,  he 
must  take  his  way,  and,  no  doubt,  she 
would  be  able  to  manage  on  the  farm, 
when  things  began  to  run  more  smoothly. 
One  change  there  was  for  Annie.  Drans- 
field, like  the  rest,  saw  how  things  were 
going,  and  he  weighed  and  estimated  the 
young  Highlander  in  his  mind,  concluding 
that  he  was  not  a  safe  man  to  cross, 
where  the  woman  of  his  heart  was  con- 
cerned. So  Annie  was  no  more  molested. 
The  shield  of  Peter  was  over  her.  Drans- 
field even  became  friendly  with  the 
strange  Scotsman,  whose  power  alone  he 
could  understand. 

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Contents;— ^ugii£it 

THE  DANGERS  AHEAD   13 

John  Bayne  MacLean. 

HARP  OF  A  THOUSAND  STRINGS...      15 
L.  B.  Yates. 
— Illustrated  by  R.  M.   Brinkerhoff. 

MAM'SELLE       BUTTERFLY        (Short 

Story)    18 

Arthur  Beverly   Baxter. 

— Illustrated  by  Ben  Ward. 

WIN  THE  WAR  IN  THE  AIR   21 

Agnes  C.  Laut. 

— Drawings  by  D.  Howchin. 

THE  GUN  BRAND   (Serial  Story) 24 

James  B.  Hendryx. 

— Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards. 

THE  MENACE  OF  CANADIA.V  TITLES     28 
Joseph  Martin,  M.P. 

A  CANADIAN  WHO  SPEAKS  OUT 29 

Beatrice  Redpath. 

TWILIGHT  LOANS  HIS   EYES    (Short 

Story)    30 

Kathrene  and  Robert  E.  Pinkerton. 
— Illustrated  by  Dudley   Ward. 

FRENZIED    FICTION    FOR   THE    DOG 

DAYS     33 

Stephen  Lbacock. 

— Illustrated  by  C.   W.  Jefferys. 

THE  CAPTAIN  OF  THE  SUSAN  DREW 

(Short  Story)    36 

Jack  London. 

CONSCRIPTION    BEHIND    THE    CUR- 
TAIN        37 

H.  F.   Gadsby. 

— Illustrations  by  Lou  Skuce. 

REVIEW    OF    REVIEWS Starts     40 

WOMEN  AND  THEIR  WORK. 
SUMiMER     CARE  OF    INFANTS 

AND   CHILDREN    92 

Dr  George  E.  Smith. 

CANADA'S   FIRST  WO.MAN   MEMBER     94 
May   L.  Armitage. 

ECONOMY     IN      PRESERVING     AND 

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IT  WOULD  appear,  on  the  surface  of 
things,  that  Canada  is  facing  the 
prospect  of  continued  prosperity.  In- 
dustry is  very  active.  Not  only  are  de- 
mands heavy  for  everything  in  the  way 
of  every-day  goods,  but  the  demands  of 
the  war,  heaped  upon  the  industrial  mar- 
ket, have  created  a  situation  of  strenu- 
ous activity.  The  available  supply  of 
labor  and  material  is  quite  inadequate  to 
keep  pace  with  the  demand  for  production 
and  it  is  quite  certain  that  this  condition 
will  continue  until  the  war  is  terminated. 
It  follows  "that  wages  will  remain  high 
and  that  business  will  continue  active. 

To  add  to  the  prospect  of  an  indefinite- 
ly continued  prosperity,  the  crop  outlook 
in  Canada  is  excellent.  The  farmer  "got 
away"  to  a  bad  start  this  year  owing  to 
the  unfavorable  weather  prevailing  in 
early  spring.  Subsequent  conditions 
have  more  than  compensated,  however, 
for  the  cold  and  wet  of  April  and  May. 
To-day  reports  come  from  all  provinces 
full  of  optimism  and  reporting  the  surety 
of  increased  yields  in  most  crops.  Only 
extremely  adverse  weather  later  in  the 
season  could  upset  the  favorable  agri- 
cultural outlook.  With  a  big  yield  and 
high  prices  in  prospect  the  Canadian 
farmer  may  find  in  1917  his  banner  year. 

LET  us  repeat,  therefore,  that  on  the 
surface,  it  would  appear  certain  that 
our  present  prosperity  is  due  to  continue 
indefinitely.  Business  men,  men  with  a 
stake  in  the  country,  men  with  some- 
thing to  lose,  are  inclined  still,  how- 
ever, to  probe  beneath  the  surface  and 
to  seek  for  the  underlying  indications. 
They  are  not  entirely  satisfied  that  the 
future  is  all  plain  sailing.  They  see  that 
money  is  scarce  and  that  the  burden  of 
debt  the  country  is  piling  up  is  bound  to 
prove  a  handicap  on  the  future.  For 
these  reasons  they  are  inclined  to  view 
the  future  with  a  certain  reserve;  and 
they  are,  moreover,  losing  no  opportunity 
to  provide  for  any  contingencies  that  may 
arise.  Farsighted  business  men  are 
straining  every  nerve,  every  resource,  to 
increase  production  and  to  save.  By  ac- 
complishing these  two  objects  they  are 
preparing  themselves  to  successfully  face 
any  business  crisis  that  the  future  may 
hold. 

THE  degree  of  uncertainty  that  busi-' 
ness  men  entertain  is  lessening  all  the 
time,  however.  In  the  early  stages  of  the 
war  it  was  freely  predicted  and  generally 
believed,  that  the  declaration  of  peace 
would  usher  in  a  period  of  unprecedent- 
ed stagnation,  that  the  sudden  collapse  of 
war  orders  would  leave  industry  flat  and 
utterly  helpless.  Gradually  this  antici- 
pating pessimism  has  given  way  to  a 
more  hopeful  feeling.  Peace  cannot  come 
on  a  world  unprepared  as  war  did  in  that 
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dustry  are  having  time  to  plan  and  pre- 
pare for  peace.  When  peace  comes  and 
war  orders  are  cut  off  other  methods  will 
have  been  devised  to  kjap  business  mov- 
ing. A  Canadian  recently  back  from 
England,  reports  a  conversation  that  he 
had  after  a  visit  to  one  of  the  largest  in- 
dustrial plants  in  that  country.  He  had 
seen  enormous  additions  that  had  been 
put  up  to  enable  this  firm  to  make  muni- 
tions and  whole  villages  of  special  houses 
that  had  been  built  up  to  house  the  work- 
men. 

"What  will  you  do  with  these  build- 
ings after  the  war"  he  asked.  "Will  they 
be  torn  down  or  allowed  to  stand?" 

"Neither,"  was  the  reply.  "We  have 
all  our  plans  laid  to  utilize  our  present 
war  plant  for  peace  purposes.  We  are 
going  into  the  manufacture  of  certain 
lines  that  Germany  has  had  a  monopoly 
on  heretofore.  The  patterns  are  all 
ready,  the  machinery  is  arranged  for. 
On  the  day  our  last  war  order  is  filled 
the  work  of  reconstruction  will  start.  Our 
operations  after  the  war  will  be  double 
what  they  were  before  it." 

This  may  or  may  not  be  typical  of  the 
attitude  of  British  Manufacturers.  Pro- 
bably it  is.  It  is  typical  of  the  attitude 
of  the  more  progressive  Canadian  busi- 
ness men. 

And  Canada  will  be  in  a  particularly 
fortunate  position  to  hold  up  when  peace 
comes.  The  tremendous  work  of  re- 
building and  reconstruction  which  Europe 
must  undertake  will  mean  a  heavy  de- 
mand for  material  and  supplies  from 
America  for  many  years.  Canada  and 
the  United  States  will  share  in  the  ac- 
tivity that  will  follow.  In  addition  Can- 
ada stands  to  benefit  by  the  closer  and 
more  amicable  relations  with  the  United 
States  that  the  war  is  engendering.  There 
has  always  been  a  certain  amount  of  hos- 
tility and  prejudice  between  us,  close 
neighbors  though  we  have  been.  Ameri- 
cans have  been  inclined  to  regard  Canada 
as  insignificant;  Canadians  have  suspect- 
ed and  to  some  extent  disliked  the  United 
States.  Since  the  war  these  feelings  have 
been  undergoing  changes.  From  the  first 
our  American  neighbors  have  offered 
sincere  admiration  for  the  gallantry  and 
fortitude  of  our  Canadian  troops.  Since 
their  own  entry  into  the  war  they  have 
looked  toward  us  with  the  regard  of  com- 
rades-in-arms. Canada  stands  very  high 
in  the  affection  and  regard  of  Americans 
to-day.  Canadians  on  the  other  hand  are 
beginning  to  lose  the  deep  antipathy  to- 
ward Arriericans  which  developed  in  the 
first  two  years  of  the  war.  It  is  not  all 
gone;  but  it  is  going.  Before  the  war  is 
over  it  is  certain  that  the  bonds  of  mu- 
tual friendship  will  have  been  firmly 
cemented. 

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and  improved  business  connections.  It 
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tion  of  Americans  to  the  Canadian  West. 
They  will  not  feel  that  they  are  moving 
to  a  foreign  country.  Canada  stands  to 
benefit  hugely  by  the  trade  alliance  which 
inevitably  will  follow  the  alliance  in 
arms. 

ON  THE  whole,  therefore,  the  best  in- 
formed men  are  inclined  to  think 
that  our  outlook  is  bright.  They  antici- 
pate that  for  a  few  months,  perhaps,  after 
peace  comes  there  will  be  a  certain  degree 
of  flatness;  but  following  close  on  the 
heels  of  this  temporary  lull,  the  pen- 
dulum of  business  will  swing  back  again. 
This,  of  course,  provided  that  the  outcome 
of  the  war  is  favorable  to  us.  Should 
peace  be  inconclusive,  or  a  victory  real 
or  moral,  for  Germany,  the  outlook  would 
be  materially  changed,  or  if  the  war  be 
prolonged  for  five  or  ten  years  more.  The 
fear  of  further  wars  would  hang  low  on 
the  horizon ;  and  business  would  not  react 
as  spontaneously  or  as  completely  to  the 
favorable  conditions  already  noted. 

AS  FOR  the  present,  all  is  going  re- 
markably well.     There  are  unfavor- 
able circumstances,  of  course,  or  rather, 
circumstances    which    create    difficulties. 
The    amount    of    money    needed    for    the 
carrying  on  of  business  to-day  has  been 
very  hugely  augmented.     The  manufac- 
turer has  to  pay  perhaps  double  for  his 
raw  material  and  he  needs  more  capital 
to  operate  on.       The  same  necessity  is 
passed  on  to  the  wholesaler  and  the  re- 
tailer.    The  result  is  that  the  banks  are 
hard  pressed  to  meet  all  the  demands  of 
their  legitimate   customers,  the  business 
men   of   the    country.      Capital    expendi- 
tures   as    a    result    are    perforce    being 
curbed  and  available  funds  are  being  con- 
centrated on  production.    In  this  connec- 
tion transportation  difficulties  are  playing 
an  important  part.     On  the  surface  it  is 
not  easy  to  trace  any  direct  connection 
between  a  shortage  of  cars  and  a  shortage 
of  money,  but  the  Financial  Post  estab- 
lishes the  relation  very  convincingly  as 
follows: 

"The  more  rapidly  that  crops  or  manu- 
factured goods  reach  their  market  the 
more  quickly  will  the  capital  which  they 
represent  be  raised  for  other  undertak- 
ings. Canada  must  make  delivery— at 
least  to  the  seaboard— to  get  the  benefit 
of  her  production.  The  more  rapid  the 
movement  the  greater  the  amount  of 
business  which  can  be  facilitated  with  the 
country's  available  funds.  It  is  of  fur- 
ther importance  that  there  should  be  no 
delays  in  these  times,  because  the  com- 
modities being  financed  to  market  repre- 
sent a  larger  amount  of  capital  than  dur- 
ing normal  times,  because  they  have  a 
much  higher  value.  It  is  important, 
therefore,  that  everything  possible  be 
done  to  increase  all  transportation  facili- 
ties. 

UNQUESTIONABLY  the  outlook  for 
Canadian  business  is  promising,  but 
it  must  be  borne  in  mind  that  our  future 
depends  upon  our  ability  and  our  willing- 
ness to  meet  war  problems  promptly  and 
courageously.  At  present  Canadians  are 
I  not  doing  this.  Unconsciously,  perhaps, 
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to  look  unpleasant  facts  squarely  in  the 
face.  They  are  unduly  optimistic,  un- 
wisely wedded  to  old  ideas  and  too  rigid 
in  adherence  to  political  considerations. 
National  organization  is  being  hampered 
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Tj^OR  men  and  women  with  money  in  the 
-•-  bank  this  is  a  most  favorable  period. 
It  is  an  extremely  important  period  for 
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everything  into  cash,  for  working  over- 
time to  increase  incomes,  for  cutting  out 
every  possible  waste  and  for  putting  by 
and  keeping  money  in  the  savings  bank. 

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meant  to  sell  securities,  but  to  dispose  of 
all  commodities  that  are  now  unnecessary 
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factory.  Turn  them  into  cash.  About  every 
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large  and  small,  old  machinery,  old  cloth- 
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cash  in  your  hfink  and  hold  it  there  for 
investment.  You  will  be  doing  something 
to  help  at  this  time  when  every  cent  is 
needed;  and  from  a  purely  selfish  stand- 
point as  well  you  will  be  doing  a  wise 
thing. 

The  investment  market  at  the  present 
time  is  particularly  favorable  for  the 
investors.  <}ilt-edged  securities  can  be 
bought  at  prices  so  low  that  they  would 
have  seemed  almost  incredible  five  or  six 
years  ago.  The  result  is  that  government 
and  municipal  bonds  have  begun  to  give 
large  yields.  It  is  not  difficult  now  to  get 
6%  on  first  class  securities;  while  5%%, 
once  a  high  yield,  has  become  a  common- 
place. This  is  due,  of  course,  to  the  tre- 
mendous demands  for  money.  The  Gov- 
ernment's needs  for  war  purposes  have 
been  so  heavy  that,  coupled  with  the  Very 
greatly  increased  demands  for  the  carry- 
ing on  of  the  business  of  the  country  due 
to  increased  prices,  there  has  been  more 
or  less  of  a  scramble  for  money.  The 
scarcity  is  bound  to  continue  and  it  may 
be  that  the  sale  of  securities  in  the  near 
future  will  have  to  be  on  terms  even  more 
favorable  to  the  investor  than  at  pre- 
sent. Some  security  houses  predict  that 
such  will  be  the  case;  others,  however, 
feel  that  the  topmost  point  in  yields  has 
now  been  reached. 

'"p  HE  investor  should  bear  one  point  in 
-l  mind  at  the  present  time.  The  first 
investment  to  be  considered  is  the  war 
loan.  A  man  or  woman  with  money  to 
place  should  put  as  much  as  possible  at 
the  service  of  the  Government.  Jhis  is 
not  only  a  patriotic  duty,  it  is  shrewd 
business  as  well,  for  the  Government 
bonds  are  the  safest  investment  on  the 
market  and  they  offer  a  splendid  yield. 
There  is  an  additional  reason  now  to  the 
fore.  These  Government  bonds  are  ex- 
empt from  federal  income  tax — the  only 
form  of  security  exempted  in  fact.  As 
income  tax  is  coming  soon  this  factor  is 


an  important  one  for  the  investor  to 
bear  in  mind.  That  it  is  a  potent  rea- 
son cannot  be  doubted  in  view  of  a  re- 
cent occurrence  in  Toronto.  The  rumor 
got  around  that  not  only  was  income  tax 
coming,  but  it  was  coming  this  year. 
Orders  for  the  war  loan  started  to  come 
on  the  market  briskly,  the  price  jumped 
up  half  a  point  in  two  days  and  a  firm 
tone  generally  was  noticed.  Some  deal- 
ers asserted  positively  that  this  sudden 
access  of  buying  could  be  traced  to  the 
income   tax   rumor. 

There  is  this  also  to  be  said  in  connec- 
tion with  the  patriotic  side  of  the  war 
loan  as  an  investment.  The  last  loan  was 
not  as  successful  as  had  been  hoped  in  this 
respect,  that  the  price  has  since  gone 
down,  depressing  the  market  as  a  result. 
The  reason  for  this  was  a  more  or  less 
technical  one.  The  public  was  prepared 
to  assimilate  the  loan  and  the  money  was 
readily  available.  A  speculative  element 
crept  into  the  handling  of  the  loan,  how- 
ever. The  previous  issue  had  been  over- 
subscribed 100  per  cent.,  and  most  sub- 
scribers had,  therefore,  received  only  half 
of  the  amount  they  had  gone  down  for. 
It  was  expected  that  a  similar  condition 
would  prevail  on  the  last  loan  and  many 
big  amounts  were  placed  in  the  expecta- 
tion that  only  about  half  would  be  al- 
lotted. The  loan  was  over-subscribed, 
but  hardly  to  the  extent  of  the  previous 
one,  and  subscribers  received  70  per  cent. 
This  left  a  number  with  more  than  they 
could  handle  and  they  dumped  their  sur- 
plus on  the  market.  The  natural  effect 
was  to  shove  it  down  and,  although  issued 
at  96 '4,  it  touched  as  low  as  93%.  At 
that  stage  it  became  so  valuable  an  in- 
vestment that  demand  stiffened  and  the 
price  started  upward  again.  At  time  of 
writing  it  stands  94%  and  is  a  remark- 
ably fine  buy  at  that  figure. 

The  result  of  the  depression,  however, 
was  to  create  some  doubt  as  to  the  ad- 
visability of  floating  another  war  loan 
this  fall.  It  is  now  clear  that  another 
loan  is  necessary  and  it  has  become  im- 
portant that  the  market  should  be 
strengthened.  This  supplies  another  rea- 
son for  investing  in  war  loaps  at  present, 
apart  from  the  splendid  value  that  war 
bonds  represent  at  their  present  figure. 

It  will  be  in  the  interests  of  the  coun- 
try if  the  next  loan  is  absorbed  in  smaller 
lots.  The  Liberty  Loan,  floated  in  the 
United  States,  was  taken  up  by  four  mil- 
lion investors;  so  that  the  large  bulk  of  it 
was  distributed  in  small  amounts.  The 
small  investor  buys  as  an  investment  and 
it  is  seldom  that  bonds  placed  in  this  way 
come  back  on  the  market.  The  result  is 
that  a  more  minute  assimilation  elimin- 
ates the  speculative  element  to  a  very 
great  extent  and  tends  to  a  strong  mar- 
ket. This  again  is  a  sti'ong  reason  why 
the  average  man  or  woman,  with  money 


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to   be   placed,   should   look   first   to   war 
bonds. 

THE  market  in  other  securities  at  pre- 
sent is  dull,  owing  to  the  season  part- 
ly, and  partly  to  the  scarcity  of  money. 
As  stated  at  the  outset  the  present,  how- 
ever, is  an  extremely  favorable  time  for 
the  investor.  The  market  prices  may  re- 
cede still  further,  thus  increasing  the 
yield;  and  in  anticipation  of  still  more 
favorable  figures,  some  investors  are 
holding  off. 


INSURING  ITHE 

INCREASED  STOCK 

THE  heavy  increase  in  the  amount  of 
capital  tied  up  in  practically  every 
business  in  the  country,  certainly  every 
retail  business,  has  created  many  pro- 
blems. The  outstanding  problem  that  the 
business  man  faces  is,  of  course,  that  of 
getting  the  necessary  capital.  An  almost 
equally  important  problem,  however,  is 
that  of  insurance. 

The  problem  arises  from  the  increased 
value  of  all  goods.  Consider  the  case  of  a 
hardware  merchant  who  before  the  war 
carried  a  stock  of,  say,  $f5,000.  With 
exactly  the  same  bulk  of  goods  on  hand 
to-day  this  merchant  would  have  perhaps 
$25,000  tied  up  in  his  stock.  Many  of  the 
lines  he  has  to  carry  have  more  than 
doubled  in  price  and  so,  to  carry  the  same 
assortment  that  he  has  found  necessary 
to  satisfy  his  customers,  he  must  sink 
almost  twice  as  much  money  into  the 
stock.  It  will  readily  be  seen  that  it  has 
become  incumbent  on  this  merchant  to 
increase  his  insurance.  In  case  of  fire  he 
would  stand  to  sustain  very  heavy  losses 
unless  he  had  covered  the  increase  in  the 
value  of  his  stock.  This  is  especially  the 
case  with  merchants  who  are  operating 
under  the  co-insurance  clause  which  binds 
them  to  keep  their  insurance  up  to  80** 
of  the  total  value  of  stock. 

The  same  applies  to  other  lines  of  busi- 
ness in  addition  to  retailers  and  whole- 
salers. The  manufacturer  to-day  is  carry- 
ing a  more  valuable  stock  than  ever  be- 
fore, particularly  if  he  deals  in  metals, 
which  have  gone  up  very  materially  in 
price.  Publishers  are  in  the  same  class, 
inasmuch  as  they  use  metal  and  paper 
which  again  has  soared  in  price,  per- 
haps even  more  markedly  than  any  other 
commodity.  Importers,  who  carry  stocks, 
are  hard  hit  because  they  have  to  pay 
largely  increased  prices  on  all  goods 
brought  in  from  foreign  countries.  And 
so  it  goes  pretty  well  all  along  the  line. 
The  cost  of  doing  business  has  gone  up 
in  every  particular  and  every  line  of  en- 
terprise has  been  more  or  less  affected. 

This  is  a  point  which  the  business  man 
must  watch  very  closely.  It  is  not  a 
matter  which  can  be  lost  sight  of  at  any 
time.  To  neglect  to  bring  insurance  ar- 
rangements up  to  the  point  where  a  fire 
loss  would  be  adequately  covered  is  a  fatal 
mistake;  for  fires  have  the  unhappy 
faculty  of  occurring  at  the  wrong  time. 
There  are  cases  of  recent  record  where 
merchants  have  had  serious  fire  losses  a 
few  days  after  receiving  heavy  consign- 
ments of  goods — a  few  days  before  they 
had  planned  to  increase  the  insurance 
carried  to  cover  the  large  addition  to 
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ADVICE 

7. — Toronto,  March  26. — "I  am  a  widow  with 
an  income  which  I  desire  to  augment.  iSuch 
m>oney  as  I  have  was  invested  by  luy  husband 
iinrt  since  his  death  I  have  not  had  occasion 
to  consider  this  matter.  Two  thousand  placed 
by  my  husiband  in  a  mortgage  has  now  been 
paid  off  and  I  have  been  advised  by  a  family 
friend  to  put  it  into  a  war  stock  that  he  is 
interested  In  and  which  has  netted  him  a  nice 
sum.  I  am  anxious  to  get  the  larger  return, 
but  hesitate  to  take  up  anything  that  looks 
like  speculation." 

.\nswer. — Such  statistics  as  are  available 
show  that  about  'S  per  cent,  of  widows  left 
with  money  to  invest  lose  It  all  within  seven 
years.  This,  should.  In  Itself  be  sufficient 
answer  to  any  (juestion  that  arises  of  specu- 
lating with  your  money.  Never  speculate  with 
money  that  you  cannot  afford  to  lose.  Fur- 
thermore, it  is  not  wise  to  rely  upon  the  ad- 
vice of  friends.  No  matter  how  well-intention- 
ed and  scrupulously  honest  they  may  be,  they 
seldom  have  any  real  knowledge  of  money 
matters,  and  their  advice  is  not  apt  to  be 
sound.  Most  of  the  widows  referred  to  above 
have  acted  on  the  advice  of  friends.  It  is  bet- 
ter to  rely  on  the  advice  of  a  reliable  invest- 
ment house,  or  to  refer  to  your  family  solici- 
tor. So  far  as  your  invesement  goes  it  would 
be  better  to  put  your  money  right  back  into 
bonds.  The  Canadian  war  loan  provides  a 
splendid  solution  of  your  difficulty.  The 
yield  will  be  good.  Of  course  it  will  not  pro- 
vide you  with  as  large  a  return  as  a  lucky  in- 
vestment in,  say,  some  war  stock.  But  sup- 
pose  your   investment   proved    unlucky? 


The  Future  of.  China 

WRITING  in  Hearsts'  Magazine,  Frank 
lohnson  Goodnow  handles  the  relation 
of  China  to  tlie  other  nations  with  a  degree 
of  sympathy  for  the  sleeping  Empire  that  is 
not  usually  found.  He  clearly  defines  Ciiina 
as  the  unoffending  prey  of  the  aggressive 
Western  powers  and  of  Westernized  Japan. 
With   reference  to   the   future,   he   says: 

Only  recently  China  has  broken  off  diplo- 
matic relations  with  Germany.  She  is  re- 
ported as  having  consulted  her  resident  con- 
stitutional and  general  advisers  regarding  the 
international  situation,  and  as  having  been 
advised  by  them  that  it  is  to  her  best  interest 
to  enter  the  war  on  the  side  of  the  En- 
tente Allies.  China  seems  now  to  be  ready 
to  risk  any  move  which  will  strike  from  her 
the  shackles  of  foreign  domination.  If  she 
enters  the  present  war  she  will  do  so  because 
among  other  things  she  sees  therein  some  pos- 
sible chance  of'getting  back  those  privileges 
now  owned  by  the  nations  who  would  then  be 
her  allies.  She  may,  in  a  fashion,  look  with 
distrust  at  Japan's  occupying  German  terri- 
tory, even  though  Japan  has  promised  after 
the  war  to  return  to  China  what  Germany 
owned.  But  she  is  obliged  to  take  the  chance 
that  she  will  obtain  after  the  war  is  over 
fairer  treatment  than  she  has  up  to  the  pre- 
sent secured. 

The  Eastern  Question,  as  it  relates  to  China, 
has  thus  to  do  only  with  this  matter  of  foreign 
encroachment.  As  far  as  the  United  States 
is  concerned,  I  can  see  her  playing  only  a  very 
small  part  in  China,  owing  to  the  general 
attitude  of  the  American  people  as  reflected 
in  the  action  of  their  Government,  which 
within  the  la|it  few  weeks  has  again  refused 
to  sanction  the  participation  of  American 
bankers  in  the  Six-Power  loan  which  China 
is  attempting  to  negotiate.  The  only  hope, 
therefore,  of  the  United  States,  as  regards 
her  economic  relations  with  China,  is  in  the 
maintenance  of  the  Hay  Doctrine,  or  the 
"Open-Door"  policy,  which  claims  for  Ameica 


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equal     commercial     advantages     with     other 
nations. 

Granting,  therefore,  that  the  future  of  China 
will  be  marked  by  the  conquest  of  Western 
ideas,  w«  may  ask,  as  has  been  so  often  asked 
before,  what  should  be  the  policy  of  an 
Asiatic  country  which  still  retains  its  political 
independence,  but  at  whose  door  the  foreigner 
is  even  now  knocking  with  the  vigor  and 
insistence  which  have  characterized  the  Euro- 
pean attitude  toward  Asiatic  peoples  during 
the  past  two  or  more  hundred  years?  The 
question  is  answered  only  in  one  way:  China 
must  prepare  herself  to  meet  the  new  demands. 
Heretofore,  she  has  had  to  fear  all  nations 
that  have  come  to  her  shores.  But  now  that 
the  other  great  nations  are  locked  in  a  life- 
and-death  struggle,  and  have  thus  lost  almost 
all  power  to  make  their  influence  felt  in  the 
East,  China's  one  all-engrossing  interest  is  to 
be  found  in  the  policy  of  Japan. 

It  is  true,  Japan  looks  with  jealousy  on 
any  new  naval  power  gaining  a  concession  of 
a  naval  base,  where  such  base  might  become 
a  menace  to  her  position.  That  is  why  she 
refused  to  allow  the  grant  to  the  United 
States  of  a  station  on  the  Chinese  coast.  She 
is  equally  as  jealous  of  the  encroachment  of 
Russia  and  of  England.  We  speak  of  the 
"Yellow  Peril."  But  in  Japan  there  is  equal 
fear  of  the  "White  Peril."  For  Japan  cannot 
forget  that  she  is  the  only  Asiatic  nation 
which  has  maintained  complete  political  in- 
dependence of  the  European.  One  cannot 
quite  blame  her  for  this  attitude,  even  if  one 
may  not  regard  her  apparent  policy  with 
complacency. 

Japan  seems  to  be  the  Germany  of  the  East. 
She  is  adopting  German  military  methods. 
The  twenty-one  demands  which  she  made  upon 
China  in  1915  with  so  little  diplomatic  cere- 
mony and  under  the  threat  of  immediate  hos- 
tilities in  case  they  were  not  granted  are  an 
illustration  of  that  policy  over  which  the  En- 
tente Allies  are  fighting  Germany.  In  other 
words,  Japan  assumed  a  menacing  attitude  to- 
ward China,  these  demands  being  an  attempt 
to  legitimatize  what  she  had  been  doing  in 
Manchuria,  and  to  legalize  her  claim  to  Ger- 
man rights  in  China.  In  more  subtle  ways, 
also,  these  twenty-one  demands  tried  to  secure 
her  interests  in  other  directions.  For  ex- 
ample, they  assured  to  Japanese  missionaries 
the  same  privilege  accorded  to  Christian  mis- 
sionaries. This  action  has  been  viewed  in 
two  ways.  Some  have  thought  that  by  mak- 
ing this  demand  Japan  was  trying  in  the  name 
of  missionary  work  to  escape  from  the 
"treaty  ports,"  and  to  worm  hfr  way  into  the 
interior  of  China  for  the  sake  of  commercial 
exploitation.  And  others  have  thought  that 
she  was  safeguarding  herself  against  conflict 
with  Christian  influence  by  assuring  a  free 
outlet  for  the  teaching  of  Buddhism,  which 
doctrine  has  recently  had  a  marked  revival. 
Japan's  insistence  on  stamping  whatever  work 
she  does  with  her  own  trade  mark  is  another 
indication  of  how  well  she  has  absorbed  Ger- 
man ideas.  Foreign  missionaries  have  en- 
tered Japan  and  Korea  in  order  to  do  educa- 
tional work,  but  they  have  had  to  subject 
themselves  to  the  educational  system  of  Japan, 
and  they  may  not  work  independently. 

Notwithstanding  the  apparent  conflict  be- 
tween Japanese  and  Chinese  interests,  there 
is  said  to  be  a  pro-Japanese  party  in  China, 
which  seems  to  feel  that  history  will  repeat 
itself.  In  her  past  history,  China  has  ab- 
sorbed any  nation  which  has  obtained  politi- 
cal control  over  her.  The  Mongols  and  Man- 
chus  came  over  her  border.  But  where  are 
the  Mangols  and  Manchus  to-day?  These  pro- 
Japanesc-Chinese  say:  "Let  our  neighbor 
come;  in  time  we  will  absorb  her."  There  are 
nevertheless  students  ofthe  Eastern  question 
who  think  that  some  day  there  will  be  a  clash 
between  Japan  and  China  in  which  Japan  may 
conquer,  unless  China  establishes  a  strong 
government  and,  through  a  change  in  policy, 
develops  to  its  full  strength  her  army  and  her 
navy. 

The  fate  of  China,  the  role  which  in  the 
future  she  will  play  in  world  politics,  depends 
thus  unon  her  ability  to  adjust  herself  to  the 
conditions  by  which  she  is  confronted,  upon 
the  attitude  which  foreign  nations  will  assume 
toward  her,  and  particularly  upon  the  extent 
to  which  the  recent  official  policy  of  Japan 
represents  the  real  will  and  feeling  of  the 
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M.A^G>^Z  I  INI  EI/  ii  ^mS  i 


Volume  XXX 


AUGUST,  1917 


Number  10 


The  Dangers  Ahead 


By  John  Bayne  MacLean 


JUST  as  they  are  about  closing  the  August  issue  the  General 
Manager  and  the  Managing  Editor  of  MacLean's  Magazine 
have  come  to  me  with  a  request  that  I  write  one  or  perhaps 
a  series  of  articles  on  the  war  and  the  political  situation. 

This  tnvitation  is  something  of  a  triumph  for  me.  It  is  an 
indication  that  the  real  truth  is  at  last  being  absorbed  by  these 
young  men.  Several  times,  since  the  war  began,  I  have 
offered  to  write  s^ich  a  series.  I  wanted  Canadians  to  know 
the  real  facts,  that  they  might  see  the  serious  possibilities.  I 
was  not  encouraged.  They  said,  and  they  were  very  sincere, 
that  they  could  not  afford  to  lose  subscribers  and  make  the 
magazine  generally  unpopular.  As  I  am  the  jjwner  of  Mac- 
Lean's  Magazine,  all  this  may  sound  very  funny.  It  is,  how- 
ever, perfectly  true.  There  are  no  more  brilliant  men  in  the 
Canadian  publishing  world.  They  were  responsible  for  the 
Magazine — its  success  or  failure.  I  have  great  respect  for 
their  opinion,  and  I  bowed,  with  regret  and  misgivings.  True, 
they  had  experiences  to  back  them  up.  In  October,  1914,  I 
wrote  an  article  for  The  Financial  Post,  urging  greater  pre- 
parations, the  authorization  of  a  250,000  instead  of  a  25,000 
fighting  force.  This  article  said  the  war  would  likely  last  for 
five  or  six  years,  unless  the  British  Navy  were  defeated  before 
we  could  wear  the  enemy  down.  It  indicated  an  appalling  in- 
crease in  our  national  debt.  It  demanded  that  Canada  have  a 
voice  in  war  management  and  Imperial  affairs,  etc.  They  re- 
ferred to  the  storm  this  article  raised  in  the  press,  at  Ottawa 
and  among  many  subscribers,  who  looked  for  a  short  and  merry 
war  with  a  glorious  victory  by  Christmas.  But  it  was  not  all  dis- 
couraging. Many  business  men  believed  us  and  made  their 
plans  accordingly.     It  was  for  their  guidance  I  wrote. 

However,  I  did  not  let  up  in  The  Post,  because  I  knew  what 
I  was  writing  about.  We  foretold  Russian  withdrawal,  advo- 
cated kicking  out  the  Asquith-Churchill-Grey  crowd;  pleaded 
for  the  bringing  in  of  Lloyd-George;  for  the  filling  of  big  jobs 
with  big  men,  not  party  hacks.  These  were  of  vital  importance 
to  financiers  and  business  men;  who  had  such  tremendous  in- 
terests at  stake.  We  printed  information  and  advocated 
policies  that  gave  much  offence  to  many  readers;  because  they 
were  so  contrary  to  life-long  beliefs.  But  we  have  been  making 
history  so  rapidly  these  times,  that  our  whole  course  has 
already  been  vindicated.  Sir  Herbert  Holt,  one  of  the  ablest 
and  sanest  financiers  in  Canada,  visited  Europe  with  Sir  Robert 
Borden.  He  came  back  and  the  Montreal  Gazette  printed  what 
he  thought  of  things.  He  confirmed  in  every  particular  wha*: 
we  had  been  saying.  Within  the  past  two  months,  letters  or 
verbal  communications  have  been  received  from  two  Bank 
Presidents ;  from  a  senator  who  is  President  of  a  large  Indus- 
trial Corporation;  from  the  biggest  business  man  in  Canada; 
from  a  former  Cabinet  Minister,  who  is  on  the  directorate  of 
several  important  financial  institutions;  from  one  of  the  ablest 
lawyers  in  Canada.  All  came  unsolicited.  All  conveyed  appre- 
ciation of  the  information  given,  and  they  endorsed  the  stand 
taken,  in  publishing  the  actual  facts;  in  making  common-sense 


deductions  from   them,     and     in     advocating  unconventional 
policies  as  an  absolute  necessity  of  the  hour. 

I  think  the  General  Manager  and  Managing  Editor  had 
been  reading  my  talks  to  financiers  and  big  business  men,  and 
had  become  convinced  themselves.  But  they  are  not  fully 
converted.  It  outlined  to  them  some  things  I  might  tell — some 
facts  that  ought  to  be  known  but  are  not  essential  at  the  mom- 
ent. They  demurred.  They  doubted.  Our  readers  would  not 
believe.  In  fact  they  did  not  themselves.  However,  some  of 
these  facts  I  am  embodying  in  the  article  which  follows;  the 
rest  I  may  tell  later. 

In  the  meantime  I  want  to  make  it  clear  that  there  is  no 
political  motive  in  what  I  write,  or  in  what  I  have  been  writ- 
ing, in  The  Financial  Post.  The  General  Manager  is  a  Con- 
servative and  I  would  perhaps  be  described  as  a  Tory  myself, 
• — Hon.  Mr.  Lemieux,  the  Liberal  ex-P.M.G.,  speaking  in  the 
House  of  Commons  on  June  19  last  said  I  was  "a  good 
Tory,  a  financial  authority,  but  with  a  conscience" — while  on 
the  other  hand  I  believe  the  Managing  Editor  is  a  Liberal,' 
with  a  tendency  toward  radical  views.  The  one  object  in 
presenting  this  material  in  MacLean's  is  to  let  the  general 
public  know  facts  about  the  seriousness  of  the  war  situation, 
which  the  metroplitan  daily  newspapers  do  not  know,  or  do  not 
give.  Let  me  emphasize  that  point.  The  newspapers  endeavor 
to  give  an  optimistic  view  on  everything  that  occurs  and  the 
public,  believing  them,  is  blinded  to  the  menace  that  faces  us. 

'T*HE  facts  I  have  had  in  mind  to  tell  would  sha^tter  some 
^  reputations  and  throw  interesting  sidelights  on  interna- 
tional jealousies,  plottings  and  the  criminal  incompetence  of 
our  Imperial  Statesmen.  Some  well-informed  men  in  England 
go  further  and  assert  openly  that  men  occupying,  or  indirectly 
associated  with  high  official  positions,  have  been,  and  still  are, 
under  German  control,  having  placed  themselves  in  comprom- 
ising situations.  These  can  be  left  until  another  time.  They 
will  make  mighty  interesting  reading. 

Developments  of  the  past  three  years  have  taught  some  of 
us  two  important  lessons.  One  that  we  inherit  or  accept  as 
beyond  discussion,  many  more  things  than  our  religion  and 
our  politics.  The  other,  a  realization  that  the  world  is  governed 
with  very  little  wisdom. 

When  we  add  to  this  the,  fact  that  the  British  Censorship 
has  forbidden  the  publication  of  the  real  story  of  events;  sup- 
pressed the  frightful  blunders  of  incompetence;  bluffed  the 
public  into  the  impression  that  things  were  going  well,  when 
Cabinet  Ministers  knew  they  were  going  very  badly,  it  is  easy 
to  understand  why  the  great  majority  of  the  people  of  Canada 
fail  to  grasp  the  seriousness  of  the  situation  at  the  present 
time 

I  came  up  against  these  things  very  hard  the  week  war 
began — or  rather  I  should  say  the  week  war  was  declared — for 
Britain  and  Germany  were  facing  each  other  the  week  before; 
but  that  is  another  story  which  may  not  be  told  just  yet.  Per- 
haps the  Censor  will  let  me  go  as  far  as  to  say  that  some  one 


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in  England  was  far  sighted  enough,  energetic  enough  to  rush 

our  heavy  Artillery  Brigade 

*       ♦       «       *       ♦ 

[I  am  leaving  out  some  sentences  here  as  I  have  no  desire  to 
strain  the  friendly  relations  that  have  existed  between  Major 
Chambers,  the  Chief  Censor,  since  the  days,  a  quarter  of  a 
century  ago,  when  he  generously  asked  me  to  pass  over  his 
head  to  the  command  of  his  regiment.] 

On  August  1,  1914,  I  passed  through  the  German  Army  as 
it  was  moving  into  Belgium.  Two  hours  later  we  saw  the 
British  Artillery  commg  up  to  Liege.  They  gave  the  Germans 
the  greatest  surprise  of  the  war,  and  undoubtedly  saved  France 
and  the  British  from  prompt  defeat.  The  staff-officer  responsi- 
ble for  this  deserves  a  Dukedom,  but  his  name,  whoever  he  is, 
has  been  carefully  suppressed.  A  Cabinet  Minister  answering 
an  enquiry  in  the  House  said  the  Government  had  no  official 
knowledge  of  such  an  event.  To  personally  claim  the  credit, 
the  Minister  of  War  had  not  the  effrontery  of  Winston 
Churchill,  First  Lord  of  the  Admiralty,  who  for  many  months 
acknowledged  the  popular  applause  for  quickly  mobilizing  the 
Navy,  when  as  a  matter  of  fact,  he  was  entitled  to  no  credit 
whatever.  It  has  since  transpired  that  the  person  responsible 
was  Prince  Louis  of  Battenburg,  and  he  acted  to  some  extent 
in  opposition  to  Churchill  who  had  gone  away  the  day  before 
to  spend  a  week  in  the  country. 

It  was  my  practice  for  many  years  to  visit  the  leading 
centres  of  Europe  and  America  and  spend  a  couple  of  months 
among  the  financiers  and  business  men  that  we  might  more»in- 
telligently  deal  with  the  bigger  business  and  financial  problems 
as  they  affected  the  readers  in  Canada  of  our  various  papers, 
and  particularly  The  Financial  Post.  In  time  one  forms  a  large 
circle  of  fairly  intimate  acquaintances,  nearly  all  of  them 
interested  in  and  anxious  to  know  all  about  the  underlying 
conditions  in  Canada,  as  we  are  to  know  what  is  coming  in 
Europe. 

In  these  circumstances,  one  must  be  very  stupid  indeed  if 
he  fails  to  learn  and  understand — but  I  must  confess  I  learned 
many  things  years  ago  that  I  did  not  understand  then. 

I  did  learn  many  facts  in  London,  Paris,  Berlin  and  Austria 
and  understood  them  too — too  many  perhaps  for  my  own 
comfort.  When  trying  to  get  to  the  bottom  of  things  in  1912 
I  learned  that  as  far  as  Russia  and  France  were  concerned 
there  would  be  no  war  before  1915.  Colonel  Denison  warned 
me,  just  as  I  was  sailing  in  1914  that  I  would  not  be  safe  any- 
where in  Europe,  I  replied  there  was  no  danger  for  another 
year.  He  was  right.  I  landed  in  Cuxhaven,  July  25,  and  saw 
the  German  mine  layers  moving  out,  and  my  position  was  very 
unsafe  for  the  next  two  months. 

I  was  in  Berlin  when  the  war  began — I  learned  a  great  deal. 
My  sources  of  information  were  of  the  best — with  one  excep- 
tion, our  own  Embassy.  Had  I  followed  their  advice  I  would 
now,  if  alive,  be  a  prisoner  in  Austria,  or  most  assuredly  in 
Germany.  A  chance  friendly  call  at  the  U.  S.  Embassy — the 
former  Minister  and  many  of  the  attaches  of  which  I  had 
known  intimately,  warned  and  saved  me.  This  was  not  my  first 
lesson  of  the  incompetence  of  our  diplomatic  service  and  the 
superiority  of  the  American.  Years  of  experience  had  taught 
me  that  as  a  rule,  if  I  wanted  an  intellectual  treat  at  a  five 
o'clock  tea  the  British  diplomat  or  Consul  has  no  superior.  If 
I  wanted  to  get  out  of  trouble,  or  have  some  business  attended 
to,  I  have  generally  gone  to  the  U.S.  Embassy  or  Consulate. 
Of  course,  there  are  some  notable  exceptions  among  the  British. 

My  best,  and  final  source  of  Information,  was  one  of  the 
greatest  of  German  bankers — one  of  the  ablest  business  men 
on  the  Continent.  1  spent  nearly  an  hour  with  him.  He 
explained  things  I  had  not  understood  until  then.  He  spoke 
most  freely  and  with  perfect  frankness,  gave  me  some  news, 
from,  and  about  Canada,  that  surprised  me.  He  speculated  on 
the  progress  of  the  war  and  its  effect  on  the  future  of  business 
and  finance.  He  sincerely  believed  war  was  forced  upon 
Germany.  They  hoped  for  a  short,  but  were  prepared  for  a 
long,  war.  Within  the  next  month  I  added  to  my  general 
information  very  full  details  from  three  o'lher  sources,  two  of 
them  being  intimate  acquaintances,  a  former  Turkish  Cabmet 
Minister,  a  distinguished  American  Naval  Officer,  very  highly 
thought  of  in  Germany — familiar  with  German  Naval  plans 
and  aspirations;  and  the  last  a  Swedish  diplomatic  attache  who 
knew  and  hated  Russia  and  seemed  to  be  unusually  well  in- 


formed on  the  German-Russian  campaign — so  well  that  things 
happened  just  as  he  said  they  would. 

In  England,  after  the  first  e3?citement  passed  over,  there 
was  not  only  a  feeling  of  absolute  confidence  in  an  early  vic- 
tory, but  a  belief  that  the  war  was  going  to  be  a  tremendous 
source  of  profit  to  the  nation,  particularly  as  tne  cry  "Business 
as  Usual"  had  received  official  endorsement  It  became  a 
national  motto.  Russia  was  expected  to  do  the  trick.  Its 
armies  were  to  be  in  Berlin  in  two  or  at  the  most  three  months. 
Asquith  confidently  announced  in  November,  1914,  that  the 
war  would  be  over  sooner  than  most  people  expected;  and  most 
people  expected,  less  than  three  months.  My  Turkish  friend, 
who  was  also  a  soldier  of  fortune,  and  had  taken  part  in  many 
campaigns,  and  seemed  very  familiar  with  the  Russo-German 
frontier,  told  me  that,  under  the  most  favorable  circumstances, 
Russian  armies  could  not  make  Berlin  in  six  months,  and  the 
Asquith  government  was  so  informed.  My  Swedish  acquaint- 
ance said  the  Germans  were  not  worrying  about  Russia.  "All 
the  Russian  army  commanders  were  in  German  pay.  They 
would  advance  victoriously  to  certain  fixed  points,  when  sud- 
denly and  without  apparent  reason  they  would  retreat." 

In  September,  1914,  my  American  Naval  friend  told  me  that 
the  gossip  in  the  higher  German  command  was  that  they  would 
win  the  war  with  their  submarines  and  unless  the  British 
wakened  up,  he  thought  that  is  what  would  happen.  Early  this 
year  he  told  me  that  Germany  had  realized  the  failure  of  Zep- 
pelins and  was  preparing  to  raid  England  with  sea-planes.  He 
used  the  word  "sea,"  not  ."aero." 

'Tp  HE  above  is  only  a  brief  outline  of  much  of  the  information 
J-  I  had  gathered.  Summed  up,  it  meant  that  Germany  was 
fully  prepared,  Russia  and  France  were  a  year  late  in  their 
plans,  Britain  indifferent,  overconfident  and  in  the  hands  of 
two  men — Asquith,  a  brilliant  orator,  lazy,  incompetent,  easily 
led,  in  the  hands  of  the  slick,  unscrupulous,  conceited,  Churchill. 
Lloyd-George  and  Northcliffe  were  two  wise  voices,  crying  in  a 
wilderness  of  ignorance  and  pi-ejudice.  Kitchener  had  said  the 
war  would  last  three  years  but,  in  official  circles  in  London,  I 
was  told  this  was  regarded  as  the  usual  exaggeration  of  a 
military  mind.  By  comparisons  and  deductions  from  the  in- 
formation I  had,  it  was  impossible  for  anyone  with  common 
sense,  and  ordinary  business  experience,  to  arrive  at  any  other 
conclusion  than  that  the  outlook  was  very  serious;  that  we 
could  win  the  war,  only  if  we  could  stave  off  defeat  long  enough 
to  make  tremendous  preparations.  To  do  this  it  would  be 
necessary  to  place  our  national  affairs  in  the  hands  of  the 
ablest  men  in  the  Empire — war  is  just  a  complicated  business 
on  a  big  scale.  Therefore  the  men  to  handle  it  are  not  the 
orators,  like  Asquith,  Balfour,  Grey,  but  the  great  executives 
who  have  shown  a  capacity  to  do  things  and  get  things  done. 
Our  Imperial  and  Dominion  affairs  should  be  placed  in  their 
hands  that  they  might  arrange  the  whole  empire  into  one  vast 
fighting  machine.  Since  the  war  broke  out,  week  after  week, 
in  The  Financial  Post  we  have  presented  facts,  and  suggested 
and  urged  remedies.  Lloyd-George  has  done  splendidly;  but 
in  spite  of  his  efforts  he  has  had  to  accept  in  many  cases, 
politicians  instead  of  capable  executives.  In  co-operation  with 
Kitchener,  Robertson  and  Haig  he  has  reorganized  the  army, 
until  to-day  it  is  the  most  wonderfully  efficient  business 
machine  in  all  the  world's  history.  It  is  really  marvellous. 
This  is  no  exaggeration.  The  thoroughness  of  preparation,  the 
accuracy,  resourcefulness  and  effectiveness  in  execution,  of  the 
general  military  campaign  that  has  been  under  way  since  last 
December,  surpasses  anything  the  greatest  and  most  capable 
business  executive  ever  dreamed  of.  Haig  has  had  the  great 
advantage  over  big  business  executives  in  civilian  life,  in  that 
he  was  able  to  enforce  perfect  discipline.  Then  he  has  had 
splendid  enthusiasm  in  all  ranks. 

The  Navy  is  equally  well  manned;  is  fully  capable  of  doing 
equally  good  work ;  but  is  still  suffering  from  the  disorganiza- 
tion at  the  top  produced  by  Churchill's  incompetence,  ignorance 
and  vanity.  It  failed  fearfully  in  the  Dardanelles  because  As- 
quith and  Churchill  ordered  it  to  do  things  which  the  higher 
naval  authorities  said  were  inadvisable,  impossible  and  against 
all  experiences.  Military  experts  like  Kitchener,  Robertson  and 
Haig  have  been  given  a  free  hand  to  organize  and  plan  cam- 
paigns, but  naval  experts  have  been  constantly  subject  to 
political  interference  which  prevented  a  well  defined  general 
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Harp  of  a  Thousand  Strings 


An  Article,  in  Story  Form,  on  the  Work  of 
the  Circus  Advance  Agent 

By  L.  B.  Yates 

Author  of  "Majah  Miles"  "The  Singin'  Kid,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  R.  M.  Brinkerhoff 

Editor's  Note — L.  B.  Yates  is  the  well-known  writtr  oj  circus  and 
race-horse  stories  and  the  creator  of  those  inimitable  and  lovable  characters, 
Majah  Miles,  Paragon  Pete  and  The  Singin'  Kid.  He  is  a  Canadian,  hav- 
ing been  born  in  Hamilton,  Ontario.  It  ivas  inevitable,  therefore,  that  he 
would  ultimately  join  the  all-star  Canadian  list  in  Maclean's.  Here  he  is 
for  the  first  time;  and  probably  ivill  be  found  in  f'il"rr  ;.«."/.-<. 


I 


HAPPY  HAINES,  of  the  circus,  and 
I  met  on  the  common  ground  of 
"dog."  By  that  it  is  meant  that 
a  mutual  appreciation  of  their  good 
points,  augmented  by  Mr.  Haines'  un- 
canny knowledge  concerning  them,  forg- 
ed the  first  link  in  the  chain  of  our  ac- 
quaintance. 

I  have  always  had  a  weakness  for 
dogs.  Hunting  dogs  and  horses  afflicted 
with  more  or  less  speed,  have  been  the 
chief  besetting  sin  of  our  family  for 
generations.  What's  bred  in  the  bone, 
etc.,  etc.;  I  make  this  confession  reluct- 
antly because  when  it  came  time  for  me 
to  turn  to  serious  endeavor,  I  felt  I  was 
needed  in  the  world  of  journalism.  Mod- 
ern editors  should  be  above  the  trifling 
things  of  life. 

Happy  Haines  came  into  my  office  one 
sultry  day  in  July  with  a  bundle  of  news- 
paper cuts  under  one  arm,  and  several 
quarto  folios  of  press  matter  protruding 
timidly  from  his  right  hand  pocket.  He 
was  a  tall,  slim  young  fellow  with  a 
smile  that  would  have  beguiled  a  pawn- 
broker. Before  he  opened  his  mouth  I 
knew  his  mission;  he  was  a  press  agent. 
Now  J  have  a  professional  antipathy  to 
all  the  honorable  representatives  of  de- 
partments of  exploitation  and  publicity. 
For  years  I  have  held  that  the  daily 
papers  devote  too  much  space  to  the 
world  of  amusements.  I  have  brought 
the  matter  up  at  meetings  of  the  Publish- 
ers' Association  time  and  time  again. 
Invariably,  we  agreed  to  cut  down  free 
readers  to  the  minimum  and  hew  to  the 
Ime;  and  did,  until  some  perambulating 
human  hypnotizer  like  Haines  came 
around  and  made  a  press  agent's  play- 
ground out  of  one  or  other  of  our  great 
metropolitan  dailies. 

But  I  have  always  prided  myself  that 
none  of  these  predatory  itinerants  made 
me  the  victim  of  misplaced  confidence. 
I  knew  how  to  turn  the  journalistic  hose 
on  these  gentlepien.  So,  according  my 
visitor  the  merest  glance  and  a  saluta- 
tion mainly  noticeable  for  its  brevity,  I 
continued  to  busy  myself  with  the  proofs 
before  me. 

The  stranger  coughed  apologetically 
once  or  twice,  but,  as  I  pursued  my  lab- 
ors apparently  oblivious  of  his  presence, 
he,  after  a  discreet  pause,  took  up  his 
parable. 

"Sorry  to  interrupt  you,"  he  commenc- 
ed diffidently,  "sorry  to  interrupt  you.  I 
know  you're  a  busy  man.  My  name  is 
Haines.        Most  folks  call  me      Happy 


"I'm  goin'  to 
leave  that 
gal  thinkin' 
about  the 
things  I  dUi 
not   say." 


Haines.   I'm 
with       th' 
press    de- 
partment of 
t  h  '     Great 
I n t  e  rna- 
tional    Con- 
sol  id  at  ed 
Shows.    Go- 
in'  to  leave 
town  at  five 
o'clock. 
Say,  she's  a 
hum-dinger 
this   year. 
You'll     like 
her.    I  have 
a   few    spe- 
cial articles 
that    might 
interest  you 
—  good   kid 
stuff,      a  n  ' 
th'  illustra- 
tions are  by 
Gregg. 
First     time 
I  sprung 
'em     this 
season.    All 
exclusive 
an'  th'  real 
gimick     for 
th'    Sunday 
supplement. 
Just    pick 
out      what 
you      want, 
here's    a 

layout  that's  a  peach,  an' " 

He  would  apparently  have  rattled  on 
interminably,  but  I  resolved  to  cut  him 
off  short. 

"You  might  as  well  try  to  solve  the 
fourth  dimension  as  to  get  a  five  column 
lay-out  in  this  paper,  Mr.  Haines,"  I  re- 
torted, with  something  akiji  to  warmth, 
as  I  swept  aside  the  manuscript  he  was 
laying  on  my  desk.  "The  Record  has  a 
rule  absolute  regarding  shows  of  all 
kinds.  I  never  break  it.  Our  policy  for 
years  has  been  to  give  a  brief  notice  the 
day  before  the  circus  arrives,  and  a  cri- 
ticism the  day  following.  That's  all. 
Anything  else  you  want  must  be  paid 
for  and  come  through  the — " 

I  WAS  about  to  refer  to  our  business 
department  when  the  sound  as  of 
someone  snapping  their  fingers  behind 
my  back  caused  me  to  wheel  about.    As  I 


did  so,  my  setter  dog.  Guess  Gladstone, 
who  had  been  lying  under  the  desk,  arose, 
stretched  himself,  and,  walking  quietly 
over  to  the  circus  man,  laid  his  head 
against  his  knee.  Moreover,  with  feath- 
ered tail  moving  gently  from  side  to  side, 
the  dog  in  his  dumb  way  extended  to  this 
disciple  of  the  wandering  foot,  words  of 
welcome  and  encouragement. 

Now  be  it  said  in  this  place  that  Guess 
is  not  a  dog  who  enthuses  over  every 
chance  acquaintance.  He  picks  his 
friends,  and  I  confess  in  many  cases  I 
respect  his  acumen.  As  he  came  for- 
ward, Haines'  countenance  expanded  and 
beamed  with  the  honest  joy  of  apprecia- 
tion. 

"Well,  well,"  he  soliloquized,  apparent- 
ly unconscious  of  his  surroundings,  "what 
do  you  know  about  findin'  a  dog  of  your 
class  tangled  up  with  printer's  ink     I'll 


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gamble  you're  a  real  race-horse.  Why, 
great  king,  you  have  depth  enough 
through  th'  heart  to  run  all  day,  an'  rib- 
bed up  like  a  battleship.  I've  seen  'em 
all  an'  I  never  in  th'  course  of  variegated 
experience  saw  such  legs  and  feet.  Bone 
enough  to  pull  a  wagon,  an'  paws  like  a 
cat." 

By  this  time  Haines  was  kneeling  on 
the  floor,  and  posing  Guess  after  the  man- 
ner of  experts  in  the  dog-shows.  He  paid 
no  more  attention  to  me  than  if  i'd  been 
in  Timbuctoo,  being  apparently  lost  to 
everything  but  the  brilliant  qualities  of 
the  dog  before  him.  I  was  commencing 
to  feel  flattered,  I  confess. 

"Yes,  yes,"  he  continued,  "I  know  you, 
you  an'  all  your  kind.  Coupled  up  like 
a  cantilever  bridge,  strong  enough  over 
the  loins  to  carry  a  house,  with  a  neck 
like  a  swan,  and  as  clean-cut  under  th' 
jowls  as  a  debutante.  Lots  of  length 
from  th'  hip  to  th'  hock,  an'  a  head  that 
reminds  me  of  old  champion  Count 
Gladstone,  th'  daddy  of  'em  all.  You're 
a  dandy,  that's  just  what  you  are. 
Why—" 

"He's  a  grandson  of  the  old  count," 
I  interrupted  proudly,  because  never 
before  had  I  met  a  man  so  thoroughly 
appreciative  of  Guess's  good  points. 
"Yes,  sir,  a  son  of  Champion  Count 
Gladstone  the  fourth,  and  his  dam  is  by 
Champion  Antonio  out  of  Lady  Lucifer." 

"Valuable  blood,"  replied  Happy 
Haines,  wagging  his  head  solemnly, 
"valuable  blood,  brother.  Worth  his 
weight  in  gold.  Why,  this  dog  can  take 
the  blue  ribbon  anywheres  on  the  bench 
from  Madison  Square  to  Sandy  Mann's 
Corners,  an'  if  you  ever  put  him  in 
trainin'  for  th'  field  trials,  them  as  has 
got  to  follow  him  will  need  wings." 

0  UT,  then,  wherefore  all  this  excessive 
*-^  display  of  language?  Because  any 
lover  of  dogs  will  readily  understand 
how  Happy  Haines  of  the  Great  Inter- 
national Consolidated  Shows  and  I  join- 
ed out  in  song  and  did  not  cease  our 
fanning-fest  until  he  looked  at  his 
watch  and  intimated  that  it  was  time 
for  him  to  leave. 

"By  th'  Great  Horn  Spoon!"  he  ejacu- 
lated. "Here  it  is  four  forty-five,  which 
gives  me  just  ten  minutes  to  get  to  th' 
hotel,  check  my  stuff,  an'  make  th'  de- 
pot.   Whenever  I  get  talkin'  about  dogs, 

1  go  clean  locoed  an'  forget  everything 
else.  Some  day  I  suppose  they'll  fire 
me.     But  I  can't  help  it." 

He  rose  and  was  gathering  up  his 
cuts  and  press  matter,  never  having 
again  alluded  to  them.  And  I  want  to 
say  this  for  him,  that  he  never  even 
asked  me  to  publish  a  single  line  of  free 
matter  for  him.  But  I'm  human,  even 
if  I'm  an  editor.  I  could  afford  to  make 
an  exception  in  the  case  of  a  man  who 
was  the  only  human  being,  outside  of 
myself,  cognizant  of  the  wondrous  qual- 
ity and  consequence  of  a  setter  hunting 
dog  called  Guess  Gladstone. 

"Better  leave  those  cuts  and  stories, 
Mr.  Haines."  said  I.  "I  think  we  can 
find  space  for  something  every  day  be- 
fore your  show  gets  here." 

Happy  Haines  left  them. 

T  T  IS  my  custom  to  stop  at  Martin 
A  Garrity's  place  for  a  little  inspiration 
every  evening  on  my  way  home.  It  is 
a  quiet  resort,  mostly  affected  by  the 
literary  fraternity  of  our  town,  and  is 
just  around  the  comer  from  the  office 
of  The  Record.  Garrity  knows  the  mem- 
bers of  the  staff  and  the  policy  of  the 


paper  as  well  as  we  do  ourselves.  More- 
over, being  directly  in  the  trend  of  the 
traffic,  he  is  frequently  the  medium 
through  which  filter  important  tips  on 
events  worth  chronicling. 

"Circus  feller  in  here  to-day.  Did  he 
call  on  you?"  inquired  Garrity,  as  he 
placed  the  glasses  in  symmetrical  lines 
behind  the  bar. 

"Tall,  slim  fellow?"     I  interrogated. 

"That's  him,"  said  Garrity.  "Laughs 
all  th'  time,  huh?  I'll  bet,  though,  he's 
some  smart  gink.  He  comes  in  here 
early  this  mornin',  just  as  I  was  openin' 
up,  an'  ast  me  more  questions  about  th' 
town  in  a  minute  than  th'  Chamber  of 
Commerce  could  answer  in  a  week.  I 
guess  he  must  be  th'  press  agent,  'cause 
he  inquired  in  special  about  th'  papers." 

"What  did  you  tell  him?"  I  inquired 
nonchalantly. 

"Told  him  that  when  it  come  to  free 
stuff,  you  wuz  tough  enough  to  start  a 
raw-hide  factory,"  replied  Garrity  af- 
fably. 

^^Ha,  Ha!    Rather  flustered  him,  eh?" 

"No;  sir,  he  didn't  appear  to  pay  no 
attention  to  that.  Just  ast  what  your 
name  was,  an'  then,  sez  he,  'what's  his 
bug?'  sez  he.  'Or  ain't  he  got  no  bug? 
He's  human,  ain't  he?'" 

"'What  do  you  mean  by  bug?'  sez  I. 

"  'Look-a-here,  bo,'  sez  he,  'ev'ry 
pusillanimous  editor  on  th'  face  of  th' 
globe  is  th'  custodian  of  one  of  five  bugs 
— wine,  woman,  religion,  politics  or 
sport.  Which  pew  does  this  pilgrim 
occupy?' 

"  'Why,'  sez  I,  'he's  strong  for  dogs. 
Dogs  and  horses,  if  that's  what  you 
mean.  One  of  his  dogs  follers  him  to  th' 
oflice  ev'ry  day.' 

"'What  kind  of  a  dog?'  he  inquired, 
appearing  mightily  interested.  'What 
breed  is  he?' 

"  'He's  a  huntin'  dog,'  sez  I. 

"'Pointer  or  setter?' 

"  'One  of  them  long-haired,  silky- 
coated  amigos.' 

" 'Um — um!'  sez  he,  kinder  thought- 
ful.   'How  does  he  call  him?' 

"  'His  name,'  sez  I,  'is  Guess  Glad- 
stone.' 

'"Sure  about  th'- Gladstone  end  of  it?' 

"  'Sure  as  that  men  get  married',  sez 
1.  'I  knowed  that  dog  since  he  wuz  a 
pupny  herdin'  his   tail.' 

"He  studied  a  moment,  half  smilin'  to 
hisself,  an'  ordered  another  drink,  after 
which  he  declared  he  must  be  on  his 
way.  'So  long,'  sez  he,  'I  guess  I'll 
amble  around  to  that  high-brow  raw- 
hide factory,  an'  nlay  on  it  like  as  if  it 
was  a  harp  of  a  thousand  strings.' " 


n. 

T  DO  NOT  believe  I  am  an  over-sensi- 
••-  tive  man,  but  I  must  confess  that  for 
the  moment  I  felt  that  I  had  been  made 
the  victim  of  misplaced  confidence.  Still, 
for  all  that,  when  I  came  to  think  the 
matter  over  jn  a  cooler  moment,  I  can- 
not say  that  I  bore  Happy  Haines  any 
ill-will. 

You  see,  he  certainly  kne\y  a  good 
dog,  when  he  saw  one.  He  had  given  me 
an  absolute  demonstration  of  that,  and 
it  is  not  every  day  one  meets  up  with 
a  man  so  gifted  that  he  can  separate 
quality  and  consequence  from  baser 
material. 

I  heard  nothing  more  of  Mr.  Haines 
until  another  year  had  rolled  around, 
and  then  one  day,  as  I  was  going  to 
my  office,  I  was  attracted  by  a  crowd 
which  had  gathered  on  the  main  street. 


so  numerous  indeed,  that  all  traffic  was 
obstructed  and  at  a  standstill. 

Of  course  as  behooved  a  man  in  my 
profession,  I  investigated.  I  discovered 
that  the  disturbance  was  occasioned  by 
a  crowd  of  street-urchins  who  were  roll- 
ing barrels  out  of  an  alley-way,  and 
trundling  them  in  all  directions.  There 
were  barrels  everywhere — on  the  side- 
walks, under  the  wheels  of  the  street- 
cars, barrels  rolling  between  the  logs  of 
teamsters'  horses,  and  almost  scaring 
them,  sensitive  as  they  were,  to  death. 
Maiden  ladies  were  taking  flight  from 
sidewalks  to  open  street,  endeavoring 
to  evade  them  as  they  trundled  along  in 
their  mad  course  down  toward  the 
avenue. 

The  crowd  was  so  dense  that  it  was 
with  difficulty  I  pushed  my  way  through. 
Amidst  laughter  and  cheers,  these 
menaces  to  public  safety  kept  rollinp' 
in  a  solid  nhalanx  from  the  •  alley, 
each  impelled  vigorously  by  the  bovs 
who  had  undertaken  the  resnonsibility 
of  piloting  them. 

As  I  say,  it  was  with  some  physical 
effort  that  I  reached  the  spot,  from 
which  this  unforeseen  happening  was 
disturbing  the  peace  and  quiet  of  an 
otherwise  God-fearing  town,  and  would 
you  believe  it,  there  stood  Happy  Haines, 
with  his  hat  tilted  back  from  his  fore- 
head, a  cigar  between  his  lips,  and  a 
bunch  of  circus-tickets  in  his  trusty 
right  hand. 

Upon  further  investigation,  I  learned 
that  Mr.  Haines  had  'Published  an  ad- 
vertisement in  my  own  paper  of  the 
previous  evening's  issue,  requesting  all 
boys  who  wished  to  procure  a  circus- 
ticket  free,  to  bring  a  barrel  to  a  certain 
designated  spot  in  the  alley-way. 

As  each  juvenile  arrived,  Mr.  Haines' 
assistants  tacked  quarter  sheets,  an- 
nouncing the  arrival  of  the  Great  Inter- 
national Consolidated  Shows,  on  each 
end  of  the  barrel,  handed  the  custodian 
thereof  an  admission  ticket,  and  enjoined 
him  to  take  the  barrel  carefully  back  to 
the  place  from  which  he  had  brought  it. 
I  think  it  is  unnecessary  to  record  the 
fact  that  with  scarcely  a  single  excep- 
tion, the  youngsters  merely  rolled  the 
barrels  to  the  entrance  of  the  alley-way, 
gave  them  a  parting  kick  and  left  the 
result  to  the  kindly  dispensations  of 
Providence. 

I  shall  never  forget  that  scene.  I 
think  in  a  salient  way,  it  disturbed  the 
dignity  of  our  town  more  than  any  other 
event  I  can  call  to  mind,  and  wild  con- 
fusion reigned  until  a  thoughtful  citi- 
zen sent  in  a  hurry-up  call  for  the  police 
reserves. 

I  waited  until  I  saw  Mr.  Haines  es- 
corted to  the  patrol  wagon  and  then  left 
hurriedly,  because,  candidly  speaking, 
I  did  not  feel  called  upon  to  renew  our 
acquaintance,  at  least  not  there  and 
then. 

Judge  my  surprise,  however,  when 
about  half  an  hour  thereafter,  I  was 
called  to  the  telephone,  and  was  inform- 
ed by  the  desk  sergeant  at  police  head- 
quarters that  Haines  maintained  that,  if 
he  could  conimunicate  with  me,  I  would 
be  sure  to  bail  him  out.  He  also  beeged 
that  I  should  bring  my  dog,  Guess  Glad- 
stone with  me,  because,  as  he  asserted, 
the  sight  of  the  best  dog  in  the  state 
of  Missouri  would  help  to  cheer  him  in 
his  adversity. 

THERE  was  really  no  earthly  reason 
why  I  should  have  acceded  to  this  un- 
toward request,  but  somehow  or  other, 
the  humor  of  it  appealed  to  me,  and  al- 


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most  before  I  realized  what  I  was  doing, 
Guess  and  I  were  on  our  way  to  effect 
the  release  of  Happy  Haines  from  dur- 
ance vile. 

Later  along  in  the  afternoon,  Happy, 
havinjr  pre-empted  the  most  comfortable 
chair  in  my  office,  was  entertaining  me 
with  an  endless  chain  of  interesting  nar- 
ratives regarding  the  life  with  the  big 
tents,  intermingled  with  sage  counsel 
anent  the  craftsmanship  of  upland  shoot- 
ing, and  the  lure  of  the  damp  places 
where  the  feathered  streak  of  lightning 
abides. 

Still  later,  we  continued  our  discussion 
in  the  little  back-room  of  Garrity's 
saloon;  continued  it  until,  I  regret  to 
say,  the  place  was  closed  for  the  night, 
and  Mr.  Haines  accompanied  me  to  my 
home  in  a  hack. 

I  have  always  flattered  myself  that  I 
am  master  in  my  own  house,  but  I  am 
free  to.  admit  that  I  had  some  forebod- 
ings regarding  the  manner  in  which  we 
would  be  received  by  my  wife.  Of 
course,  I  came  armed  with  the  conven- 
tional excuse,  to  which  the  lady  in  ques- 
tion listened  without  comment.  I  really 
felt  that  I  was  treading  upon  dangerous 
ground,  until  Happy  Haines  commenced 
to  talk. 

And  then,  somehow  or  other,  the  clouds 
dispersed  and.  the  sun  came  out!     Why, 


that  woman  hustled  to  the  pantry  and  in 
a  jiffy  set  before  us  a  midnight  collation 
that  was  a  veritable  banquet.  No  use 
talking,  Happy  Haines  had  a  way  with 
him. 

T  CANNOT  recall  just  how  much  free 
1  publicity  we  donated  to  the  mighty 
International  Consolidated  Shows  upon 
this  occasion.  I  know  only  that  a  three- 
column  cut  was  the  least  medium  through 
which  we  apprised  our  clientele  of  the 
exact  day  and  date  on  which  they  were 
due  to  arrive.  The  real  fact  of  the  mat- 
ter is  ,at  a  subsequent  meeting  of  our 
Publishers'  Association,  I  was  somewhat 
severely  dealt  with  by  one  of  the  breth- 
ren. Editor  Josephus  Ward,  of  the  Morn- 
ing Call,  who  went  so  far  as  to  declare 
that  never  again  would  a  free  circus 
notice  be  published  in  his  paper. 

Editor  Ward  and  I  have  never  been  on 
terms  of  the  closest  friendship.  His  pet 
assumption  is  that  a  morning  paper  cov- 
ers all  the  field,  and  that  an  evenmg 
publication,  such  as  I  edited,  is  a  super- 
fluous luxury  so  far  as  news  is  con- 
cerned. Furthermore,  he  has  a  habit  of 
relegating  to  himself  all  the  credit  for 
anything  in  the  way  of  public-spirited 
enterprise  or  upward-and-onward  move- 
ment in  our  city. 

The   new   City   Hall,  for   instance,   is 


exploited  in  his  paper  as  if  the  building 
of  it  was  a  private  enterprise,  financed 
and  fathered  by  Editor  Ward.  He  as- 
sumed the  dictatorship  over  it  on  the 
day  the  foundation  stone  was  laid,  and 
as  Custodian  Emeritus  has  guarded  his 
prerogative  jealously. 

Among  other  things  it  was  he  who  con- 
ceived the  idea  of  having  a  huge  electric 
sign  displayed  over  its  portals,  whic  . 
was  used  to  welcome  visiting  societies  or 
conventions.  Through  its  scintillating 
letters  our  community  had  since  extend- 
ed the  official  right-hand  of  hospitality 
and  fellowship. 

I  took  occasion  to  inform  Happy 
Haines  of  Editor  Ward's  attitude.  He 
listened  to  all  I  had  to  say  with  a  smile 
lurking  in  the  shadows  of  his  ingenuous 
countenance. 

"Watch  me  get  his  goat  before  I  leave 
town,"  he  grinned.  "Just  watch  me,  an' 
don't  say  a  word  until  I  whip  it  over." 

"I  don't  see  how  you  are  going  to  ac- 
complish anything,"  1  protested.  "Be- 
cause if  any  man  in  his  employ  published 
a  notice  for  you,  it  would  simply  mean  in- 
stantaneous dismissal." 

I  did  not  have  very  long  to  wait  for  the 

fulfilment    of   Happy    Haines'    prophecy. 

That    very    night,    when    the    majority 

of     our     citizens     were     sleeping     the 

Continued  on  page  90. 


Valuable  blood,-  rc)dicd  Ilappi/  Huiaes  icayyuig   his   head  solemnly.     "Valuable  blood.' 


Mam'selle  Butterfly 

By  Arthur  Beverly  Baxter 

Who  Wrote  "The  Man  Who  Scoffed,"  etc. 
Illustrated    by    Ben    Ward 


"/  won't  work" 
she  said  "You 
can't   make   me!" 


IN  AN  exquisite  boudoir  in 
an  unusually  lovely  home, 
an  exquisite  and  unusually 
lovely  young  lady  sat  before 
a  mirror  and  with  deft  fingers 
added  the  last  touch  of  pow- 
der and  the  last  faint  pencil- 
ling of  the  eyelashes  before 
she  ventured  out  for  another 
evening  of  conquest. 

She  was  pretty,  everyone 
admitted  that,  including  her- 
self. She  had  a  light,  grace- 
ful step  —  so  light,  so  lithe, 
that  one  wondered  if  the  law 
of  gravitation  did  not  make 
an  exception  in  the  case  of 
Miss  Winnifred  Middleton. 
She  had  eloquent  shoulders, 
-  melting  violet  eyes,  and  a 
voice  that  undulated  like  a 
gurgling  stream.  When  the 
fair  Winnifred  laughed,  she 
rippled  up  and  down  the 
scale  like  Tettrazini  in  a  colo- 
ratura role.  Young  women 
whose  pulchritudinous  charms  were  less 
flawless  than  hers,  h6d  on  more  than  one 
occasion  hinted  that  her  laugh  was  not 
always  spontaneous — in  fact  that  she  re- 
hearsed it  frequently  in  private.  The 
sunflower  is  always  envious  of  the  wild 
rose. 

On  this  particular  evening  Miss  Middle- 
ton  was  conscious  of  the  need  for  all  the 
charm  she  could  command.  Hubert  Mel- 
ton had  practically  proposed  the  evening 
before  and  had  sent  her  flowers  that 
morning,  and  he  would  be  at  the  door  any 
moment  now  in  his  lovely  Rolls-Royce. 
She  wondered  if  he  would  propose  at  once 
or  wait  until  later  in  the  evening;  she 
hoped  the  latter.  They  were  going  to  the 
Christie's  dance  and  Fred  Greenslade 
would  be  there  and  she  could  make  Hubert 
jealous  of  Fred  and  besides — ad  infinitum, 
ad  feminitum.  Miss  Winnie  Middleton 
was  not  thinking  for  publication;  few 
young  ladies  of  19  do.  One  of  the  charms 
of  the  butterfly  is  its  utter  inability  to 
think.  Miss  Winnifred  Middleton  felt 
that  if  a  butterfly  acquired  intellectuality 
it  became  a  dragon  fly — neither  beautiful 
nor  useful.  She  was  supremely  satisfied 
with  her  own  beauty.  And  wasn't  it  Mr. 
Browning  who  said,  "Would  you  have  a 
rose  sing?" 

A  T  THE  moment  that  she  was  adding 
''^- these  last  touches  of  the  pencil  and 
puff,  her  father  sat  in  his  library  in  the 
front  of  the  house,  an  unopened  book  in 
his  lap,  an  after-dinner  cigar  in  his 
mouth.  It  was  obvious  that  Mr.  E.  Spen- 
cer Middleton  was  worried.  He  smoked 
more  vigorously  than  was  his  wont  and 
appeared  ill  at  ease,  shifting  his  position 
at  frequent  intervals  and  frowning  at 
nothing.  A  superficial  observer  would 
have  said  that  Mr.  Middleton  was  plan- 
ning another  of  his  colossal  business  en- 
terprises and  that  it  promised  more  than 
usual  difficulties. 
A  bell  sounded  at  the  rear  of  the  house 


and  a  maid  admitted  Mr.  Hubert  Melton, 
ushering  him  into  the  music  room.  Some 
fifteen  minutes  later  a  vision  of  satins, 
laces  and  loveliness  emerged  from  her 
room  and  with  dainty  steps,  syncopated 
towards  the  stairway. 

"Winnie." 

The  vision  paused. 

"Yes,  daddy  dear?"  Her  voice  was 
meltingly  affectionate  and  in  her  girlish 
forgetfulness  she  seemed  to  send  it  as 
much  toward  the  music  room  as  the 
library. 

"I  would  like  to  speak  to  you,  Winnie." 

Miss  Middleton  pouted  and  then  entered 
the  library  precincts.  , 

"Can  you  spare  me  ten  minutes,  my 
dear?" 

She  glanced  at  the  clock  on  the  mantle. 
"I'm  awful  late,  daddy,  and  Hubert's 
down  stairs." 

Mr.  Middleton  removed  his  spectacles 
and  slowly  cleaned  them  with  a  handker- 
chief. 

"I  am  sorry  to  ask  for  so  much  of  my 
daughter's  time,"  he  said,  slowly,  "but — 
please  sit  down  Winnifred.  The  young 
man  below  can  wait.  What  I  have  to  say 
I  want  to  say  now." 

SOMETHING  in  his  manner  stopped  the 
pert  reply  on  her  lips  and  silently  she 
nestled  into  a  great  arm  chair  and  fixed 
a  puzzled  look  on  her  parent.  Mr.  Mid- 
dleton breathed  on  his  glasses,  then  care- 
fully wiped  them  with  his  handkerchief 
again. 

"I  have  not  had  experience  enough,"  he 
said  quietly,  "to  approach  a  subject  like 
this  tactfully.  I  have  been  accustomed 
for  years  to  go  straight  to  the  point.  So, 
my  dear,  excuse  my  bluntness  if  I  tell  you 
that,  as  a  daughter  and  as  a  woman,  you 
are  a  very  great  disappointment  to  me." 

Winnifred's  eyes  widened  and  her 
pomegranate  lips  parted  in  mute  amaze- 
ment. 


"Had  your  mother  lived,"  went  on  her 
father,  holding  his  glasses  towards  the 
light  to  test  their  cleanliness,  "she  would 
have  seen  to  your  bringing  up.  As  it 
happened.  I  have  had  to  leave  it  to  gover- 
nesses who  couldn't  govern  and  ladies' 
colleges  that  apparently  produce  neither 
ladies  nor  collegians." 

His  daughter  suddenly  recovered  from 
her  original  shock  and  rose  to  her  feet — 
a  vibrating  five-foot-two  of  rosebud  in- 
dignation. 

"I  simply  won't  listen,"  she  said  and 
started  for  the  door.  In  some  mysterious 
way  her  father  reached  there  first. 

"I  am  not  through  yet,"  he  said. 

"Let  me  go  at  once!" 

"Not  until  I  finish." 

"MISTER  MIDDLETON!"  she  splut- 
tered and  then,  seeing  a  smile  creep  into 
his  eyes,  she  blushed  with  mortification 
and,  turning,  threw  herself  into  the  arm 
chair  again,  hiding  her  face  from  him. 

"Go  on,"  she  said,  "but  I  won't  listen." 

MR.  MIDDLETON  shrugged  his 
shoulders,  adjusted  his  glasses, 
reached  for  a  match  and  then  relit  his 
cigar — all  of  which  was  very  trying  on 
the  morale  of  Miss  Winnifred. 

"If  it  is  any  consolation,"  he  said,  re- 
suming his  seat,  "I  might  say  that  these 
remarks  apply  equally  to  almost  every 
girl  of  your  set — not  only  to  you.  On  the 
verge  of  womanhood,  approaching  the 
time  when  you  will  have  a  home  of  your 
own,  you  have  so  wasted  your  time  and 
opportunities  that,  mentally,  you  are  as 
undeveloped  as  a  child.  You  do  not  read, 
you  cannot  converse,  you  have  no  accom- 
plishments of  any  sort,  and  though  you 
dance  incessantly  there  is  hardly  one  of 
you  who  can  play  the  simplest  one-step 
without  maltreating  it  beyond  recogni- 
tion." 

Her  figure  remained  as  inanimate  as  a 
doll. 

"Last    winter,"    resumed    her    father, 


.M  A  C  1.  !•:  A  N  '  S     >T  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


19 


calmly,  "I  made  you  take  a  course  in 
shorthand  and  typewriting,  thinking  the 
mental  discipline  would  do  you  good.  It 
is  now  my  intention  to  make  use  of  that 
education.  For  the  next  six  months  I 
want  you  to  go  down  town  to  business." 

An  indignant  doll  came  to  life. 

"ME— WORK?"  and  then  she  laughed 
from  middle  G  to  high  C  and  back  to  mid- 
dle A. 

"I  won't  work,"  she  said,  "you  can't 
make  me.  Do  you  think  I'm  going  in  a 
poky  office  with  a  lot  of  skinny  type- 
writers— ugh!"  (She  probably  meant 
stenogi-aphers  but  was  always  a  little 
vague  as  to  which  were  machines  and 
which  were  humans — an  error  she  shared 
in  common  with  a  great  many  employ.ers 
of  female  labor.) 

"Why  not,  Winnie?" 

"I'll  marry  Hubert." 

"My  dear,  a  man  with  pink  socks  is 
worse  than  a  man  with  a  past.  If  that 
young  fellow   downstairs  ever   had   any 


brains  they  have  become  dislocated  long 
ago  by  his  endless  dancing." 

AGAIN  she  started  for  the  door  and 
rather  to  her  surprise  he  allowed  her 
to  reach  there,  unmolested.  That  rankled 
her  still  further  and  she  paused  irreso- 
lute. She  was  beginning  to  understand 
for  the  first  time  the  powerful  grip  ex- 
erted by  her  millionaire  father. 

"You're  a  grouchy  old  bear,"  she  pouted, 
coming  back  towards  the  centre  of  the 
room.  "I've  just  heaps  and  heaps  of 
friends  and  they  all  like  me  and  you  are 
my  father  and  say  all  sorts  of  horrid 
things — you  never  say  anything  nice  to 
me  any  time.  You're  an  old  bear  and  I 
don't  care."  She  would  have  cried  at  this 
moment  but  remembered  the  pencilling 
of  her  eyelashes  and  refrained. 

"What  do  you  want  me  to  be?"  she 
turned  on  him  angrily.  "A  Joan  of  Bern- 
hardt?" 

She  felt  that  she  had  failed  somewhere 


in  the  remark  but  fixed  her  progenitor 
with  a  furious  glare.  A  look  of  humor- 
ous compassion  crossed  his  face. 

"I  expect  neither  a  Joan  d'Arc  nor  a 
Sarah  Bernhardt,"  he  began. 

"I'll  go  nursing,"  she  thrust  at  him 
vehemently. 

" nor  a  Sarah  Gamp,"  went  on  Mr. 

Middleton  with  just  the  suspicion  of  a 
smile,  "but,  remember,  little  one,"  the 
smile  left  his  eyes  and  a  far-away  tender- 
ness crept  into  them  instead,  "when  you 
were  born  we  both  lost  what  was  dearest 
to  us — you  a  mother,  I,  a  wife.  She  was 
a  lady,  Winnie,  cultured,  gentle,  beautiful 
— the  kind  of  woman  every  man  dreams  of 
as  a  wife.  Sometimes  I  sit  here  alone — 
I  am  much  alone  these  days — and  see  her 
at  the  piano  .  .  .  making  our  evenings 
rich  with  beauty,  singing  some  little  song 
and  playing  old  melodies  of  the  masters 
.  real  music,  not  rag-time.  She 
used  to  knit  while  I  read  to  her— Tenny- 
son and  Hugo  and  Keats  and  Dickens    .    . 


-pXti  WAR') 


"What  does  this  mean!"  naid  Hardy,  fiercely. 


20 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


Mr.  Hardy  dic- 
tated to  her  for 
an  hour  a  day  — 
dictated  very 
slowly  and  very 
distinctly. 


3fN     VV/6Rt> 


that  is  why  I  come  to  the  library  so  often. 
I  can  forget  in  here  the  weary  years  that 
have  passed  without  her." 

He  rose  to  his  feet  and  slowly  paced  the 
floor. 

"Then,  Winnie,  I  can  see  her  at  a  din- 
ner party — charming  everyone,  bringing 
out  what  was  best  in  every  one  .  .  . 
in  her  place  I  have  memory  .  .  .  and 
you." 

He  paused  and  a  wistful  note  crept  into 
his  voice. 

"Think  it  over,  dearie,"  he  said.  "To- 
night, when  you  girls  are  smoking  your 
cigarettes  and  giggling  and  Hubert  is 
chattering  in  your  ear,  ask  yourself  if  I 
am  not  right.  That  you  must  make  some 
kind  of  a  change  at  once.  I  know  that 
down  in  your  heart  you're  a  little  thor- 
oughbred and  I  want  you  to  go  downtown 
and  prove  it.  After  six  months  you  can 
do  what  you  like." 

She  felt  for  her  powderpuff  and  applied 
it  to  her  nose. 

"If  I  refuse,  I  suppose  you'll  cut  me  off 
with  no  money." 

"I  am  threatening  nothing.  Good-night 
now.    You  had  better  be  going." 

Without  a  word  she  left  the  room  and 
Mr.  Middleton  sank  wearily  into  his  chair. 
He  opened  the  book  but  gazed  unseeingly 
at  the  lines  of  print.  Men  are  illogical 
creatures  at  best  .  .  .  slaves  to  the  two 
tyrants.  Reason  and  Emotion.  He  was 
yearning  for  the  caress  which  his  daugh- 
ter had  not  proffered  him  and  for  which 
he  could  not  ask— yearning  until  his  heart 
ached  with  a  dull  heavy  pain.  .  . 
Yearning  like  a  million  other  parents  iii 
a  million  other  homes. 

'TT^HE  following  morning  Winnifred 
-*■  surprised  the  entire  household  by  ap- 
pearing at  breakfast — very  pretty,  very 
quiet,  very  determined. 

"Good  morning,  Winsome,"  said  her 
father  from  behind  a  newspaper.  It  was 
rarely  he  used  the  pet  name — she  had  not 
heard  it  for  ten  months. 

"Good  morning."  Her  tone  was  color- 
less and   non-committal. 


She  tooTi  a  seat  at  the  table  and  he 
put  away  the  paper.  An  awkward  silence 
ensued  while  a  servant  adjusted  the  elec- 
tric toaster  and  poured  a  cup  of  coffee  for 
the  unexpected  apparition  of  Milady  at 
Breakfast. 

"Did  you  enjoy  the  dance?"  Mr.  Mid- 
dleton looked  over  the  rim  of  his  glasses 
at  his  daughter. 

"No.  How  could  I  after  what  you  said 
to  me!"  Her  tone  was  lightly  resentful 
but  not  vindictive.  Even  if  her  role  was 
a  somewhat  unenviable  one,  she  was  hold- 
ing the  centre  of  the  stage  and  no  woman, 
especially  a  pretty  one,  is  entirely  oblivi- 
ous to  the  glory  of  down  stage  centre. 

"I  am  sorry  you  did  not  enjoy  the  dance 
— yet  in  some  ways  I  am  glad,  too."  Mr. 
Middleton  buttered  a  piece  of  toast  as  he 
spoke.  She  was  just  about  to  retort,  "I 
should  worry,"  when  she  changed  her 
mind  and  turned  on  him  vehemently. 

"When  do  I  start  work?"  she  said. 

"To-morrow,  if  you  wish,"  replied  Mr. 
Middleton,  calmly. 

"I  shall  go  to-day,"  said  Winnifred. 

"This  morning?" 

"At  once!" 

"Delighted,"  said  her  father  eating  a 
piece  of  toast  with  evident  relish.  It  was 
one  of  the  secrets  of  his  success  that  noth- 
ing ever  surprised  him.  Winnifred 
frowned.  It  was  annoying  to  find  her 
climaxes  treated  as  commonplaces.  It 
offended  her  sense  of  the  dramatic. 

"I  am  going  to  show  you,"  she  said 
after  a  somewhat  lengthy  pause,  "that 
I  am  not  what  you  take  me  for.  Just  be- 
cause a  girl's  pretty,  every  one  says  she's 
a  doll,  a  great  big,  blue-eyed  doll  with 
pretty  teeth  and  an  empty  head.  I  told 
them  all  last  night  what  you  said  and 
Hubert  said  he  would  bet  a  dinner  party 
for  fifty  at  the  country  club  that  I'd  make 
good,  down  town." 

.    Mr.    Middleton   lit   a   cigar   and   sup- 
pressed a  desire  to  smile. 

"You  will  go  to  work  where  I  say?" 

"Yes." 

"Good."  He  blew  a  wreath  of  contem- 
plative smoke  towards  the  electric  dome. 


"Have  you  heard  of 
the  Universal  Lea- 
ther  Goods   Co.?" 

"No,  but  it  sounds 
smelly." 
"I  had  not  intended  you  for 
the  factory.  The  manager  is  a 
young  man  who  is  absolutely 
just  and  who  treats  his  women 
employees  with  courtesy— plain  business 
courtesy,  that  is  all.  He  is  about  thirty 
years  of  age."  His  daughter's  eyes  lit 
up  for  a  moment.  "He  can  get  more  work 
out  of  a  man,  a  machine  or  a  woman  than 
any  man  I  know — that  is  why  we  pay  him 
five  thousand  a  year.  If  he  had  an  imag- 
ination in  keeping  with  his  driving  power 
he  would  earn  fifty  thousand  a  year.  He 
is  a  slave  to  work  and  his  hobby  is  busi- 
ness. In  addition  to  these  qualities  he  is 
especially  satisfactory  to  us  because  he 
is  utterly  oblivious  to  the  charms  of 
women." 

Winnifred  tossed  her  head.     "That  is 

why  he  only  earns  five  thousand  a  year," 

she  said.    Her  father  rose  from  his  chair. 

"I  shall  write  him  a  note,"  he  said,  "and 

you  can  take  it  with  you." 

"Just  a  minute."  She  placed  a  piece  of 
loaf  sugar  perpendicularly  on  her  spoon 
and  dipping  it  into  her  cup  of  coffee,  held 
it  there.  "My  name  is  Helen  Holborne," 
she  said  gazing  intently  at  the  slowly  dis- 
solving sugar.  Her  father  looked  puzzled. 
-  "I  am  going  in  with  both  feet,"  she  said. 
"No  millionaire's  daughter  stuff  for  me. 
Tell  him  I'm  a  foundling,  tell  him  any- 
thing —  say  I'm  a  daughter  of  an  old 
sweetheart  of  yours." 

"And  so  you  are,  by  Jove!"  cried  the 
father,  completely  entranced  and  advanc- 
ing with  outstretched  arms. 

"Don't  .  .  .  DON'T,"  she  almost 
shrieked.    "Can't  you  see?" 

HE  PAUSED  and  for  the  first  time 
noticed  the  experiment  with  the 
sugar.  Breathlessly  she  held  it  and  in 
spite  of  himself  the  great  leather  magnate 
was  held  a  ridiculous  and  motionless  wit- 
ness to  the  scene. 

"Hurrah!"  The  sugar  slowly  fell  to- 
wards her  and,  dropping  the  spoon,  she 
clapped  her  hands  with  delight.  "He 
loves  me!" 

"Thunder  and  lightning — who?"  cried 
her  astonished  parent. 

"Him,  he — it!  The  woman-hater  at 
your  old  leather  business." 

Mr.  Middleton  pressed  a  hasty  kiss 
upon  her  brow  and  hurried  from  the  room. 
Happy  as  a  cricket.  Miss  Winnifred 
reached  for  the  newspaper  and  turned  to 

Continued  on  page  67. 


Win  the  War  in  the  Air 


By  Agnes  C.  Laut 


Who  wrote  "Lords  of  the  North,"  "The  Canadian  Commonwealth,"  etc. 


Drawings    by    D.    Howchin 


BY  THE  time  these  words  appear 
conscription  will  be  passing  through 
the  same  stage  in  Canada  as  it  has 
just  passed  in  the  United  States.  For 
one  year  the  welkin  rang  there  with  Paci- 
fist  arguments.  "I  did  not  bring  my  boy 
up  to  be  a  soldier,"  "Let  people  who  don't 
want  to  drown  keep  off  the  seas,"  "Why 
should  we  mix  ourselves  up  in  Eluropean 
quarrels?"  Do  you  realize  when  Governor 
Glynn  of  New  York  spoke  at  the  Na- 
tional Democratic  Convention  only  a  year 
ago,  he  literally  stampeded  the  Conven- 
tion with  the  words,  "He  kept  us  out  of 
the  war?" 

Then  the  President,  who  "kept  us  out 
of  the  war,"  declared  that  a  State  of  War 
existed.  Again  the  welkin  rang  with 
Pacifist  argument.  Congress  was  bom- 
barded with  telegrams  protesting  against 
war.  As  many  as  six  plots  of  assassina- 
tion were  hatched  against  Wilson  in 
Chicago  in  one  week.  The  politicians 
threatened  Wilson's  party  with  political 
extinction  if  he  passed  conscription  — ■ 
"universal  service"  were  the  soft  words 
used  to  veil  brutal  facts  for  sissy  men  and 
porcelain-carpet  knights. 
But  conscription  passed. 
And  when  men  were  called  to  enrol  for 
military  service,  over  nine  millions  be- 
tween the  age  of  20  and  30  eagerly  offered 
themselves  for  service.  To  date,  by 
actual  count,  there  have  been  fewer  than 
30,000  "slackers,"  or  men  eligible,  who  did 
not  enrol.  Only  three-tenths  per  cent,  saw 
dust  stuff  in  a  nation  of  men — not  a  bad 
record  if  you  actually  count  the  known 
number  of  desertions  and  derelicts  in 
former  wars.  I  know  when  the  issue 
comes  to  a  show  down  in  Canada,  the  re- 
sults will  materialize  in  the  same  way. 
The  big  drum  makes  the  most  noise  be- 
cause it  is  empty;  and  the  loudest- voiced 
men  playing  for  political  power,  do  not 
represent  the  people. 

A  SWEEP  of  destiny's  own  forces  just 
now  is  brushing  into  the  waste  heap 
all  small  men,  small  issues, 
and  poseurs.  At  time  of  writ- 
ing the  American  State  re- 
gistration of  both  men  and 
women  from  age  16  to  age 
50  is  being  taken,  and  people 
are  coming  en  masse  to  volun- 
teer for  whatever  service 
they  can  perform — from  free 
stenography  and  cooking  to 
ambulance  driving  and  jnun- 
ition  work.  I  venture  to  pre- 
dict that  the  State  registra- 
tions of  men  and  women  for 
civilian  as  well  as  military 
service  will  total  fifty  millions 
for  the  entire  county. 

Nor  did  the  sudden  slack- 
ing of  volunteer  enlistments 
signify  anything  either  in  the 
United  States  or  in  Canada. 
When  the  men  on  the  firing 
line  know  that  89%  stand  a 
poor  chance  of  escaping  death 


or  injury,  it  is  not  surprising  that  those 
willing  to  volunteer  should  hang  back  till 
those  not  willing  to  volunteer  should  be 
compelled  to  do  so.  Gompers,  the  labor 
leader,  has  proved  himself  one  of  the  big- 
gest men  in  the  country  in  this  emer- 
gency. He  it  is,  who  has  held  American 
labor  staunch  to  national  service  through- 
out this  crisis,  when  enemy  money  was 
ready  to  bribe  strikes  and  lock-outs. 
"Eight  hours  a  day,"  declared  Thomas,  a 
British  labor  leader,  addressing  a  repre- 
sentative assembly  of  American  labor 
leaders,  "it  is  not  a  question  of  eight 
hours  a  day  with  us  in  England!  It  is 
whether  ive  shall  have  any  hours  of  the 
day  left  to  ourselves  if  we  do  not  win 
this  war.  It  is  whether  we  shall  remain 
free  men,  or  become  slaves.  It  is  whether 
labor  beco7nes  the  serf  with  the  chain  on 
its  neck  and  the  ball  on  its  ankle — as 
it  is  to-day  in  Belgium — or  whether  Labor 
shall  continue  to  lead  ivorld  progress. 
And  the  question  is  the  very  same  with 
you  labor  men  of  America.  //  German 
arms  break  past  our  line,  it  is  against 
yon  they  will  roll.  It  is  from  you  they 
will  collect  the  cost  of  the  ivar;  arid  they 
will  collect  it  at  the  point  of  club,  bayojiet 
and  gun,  not  after  deliberation  in  free 
assemblages.  It  is  not,  shall  we  fight  for 
an  8-hour  day?  It  is  how  shall  we  ar- 
range shifts  that  labor  may  serve  24 
hours  out  of  24  till  this  war  be  won? 
Capital  is  yielding-  up  80  per  cent,  of 
profits.  Labor  must  yield  80  per  cent, 
of  its  time.  Capital  and  labor  are  part- 
ners in  the  same  team  to  win  this  war."  ■ 

No,  it  was  not  Gompers,  the  American, 
who  was  speaking.  It  was  Thomas,  the 
British  Labor  leader;  but  it  was  Gom- 
pers who  arranged  that  the  British  labor 
delegate  should  meet  and  tell  American 
labor  exactly  what  the  war  entailed. 
There  has  been  no  more  talk  of  the  war 
being  "a  war  of  munition  makers."  Ford, 
the  coiner  of  the  phrase  but  a  year  ago, 
has  offered  both  his  cars  ^nd  his  factories 
for  national  service. 


"Do  you  think 
conscription  will 
pass?"  an  anxi- 
ous mother  with 
an  only  son  asked 
me. 

"I  hope   so,"  I 
answered,  "or  we 
and   all  the   rest  of 
civilization         will 
pass." 

"If  it  does  and 
Jack  is  called,  I'll 
turn  the  gas  on,"  she 
declared. 

"Then  I  advise 
you  and  all  your 
kind  to  turn  it  on 
quick;  for  if  Jack  is 
fit  to  go  out  and 
doesn't  go,  it  simply 

means  that  some  other  mother's  Jack  will 
go  and  fight  to  save  your  Jack,"  I 
answered. 

BUT  while  there  is  a  rush  of  city  chaps 
to  serve  on  farms — farm  labor  is  ex- 
empt— of   city   chaps,   who   never   before 
would    deign    to    soil    their    hands    with 
manual  labor,  I  do  not  believe  such  cases 
are  typical,  or  even  proof,  of  cowardice. 
There  are  hosts  of  pretty  porcelain  fel- 
lows in  the  cities  utterly  unfit  for  military 
service.    They  haven't  the  nerves.    They 
haven't  the  stamina.    They  haven't  the 
eyesight.      They    are    poor    mural    cave- 
dwellers  unfitted  for  real  life  by  a  genera- 
tion of  unmanly,  sissified  occupations;  and 
while  they  may  v61unteer  for  factory  and 
farm  work,  I  doubt  if  they  can  hold  their 
own  in  these  vocations  any  more  than  on 
the  firing  line.     (I  have  tried  them  for 
farm  work,  and  they  would  be  laughable 
if  they   were   not   pathetic.)      They   are 
part  of  the  human  waste  that  is  going  to 
be   relegated  to   the  scrap  heap  in   this 
war.    Along  with  the  sissy  men  and  the 
pretty  porcelain  parlor  knights  must  go 
the  idle  parasite  wotnan — the  kidnapper 
of  th€  kindergarten  officer,  who  has  pink 
cheeks    and    a    tooth   brush    moustache. 
Women  are  enrolling  for  real  service,  not 
sinecui'es.    In  this  connection,  an  episode 
occur ed  on  Madison  Avenue,  New  York, 
the  other  day  that  would  have  turned  our 
great-grandmothers  over  in  their  graves 
a  generation  ago.    A  limousine  rolled  up 
to  a  certain  service  league.    A  footman 
in  livery  opened  the  door.   The  chauffeur 
jumped  to  the  curb.    A  girl  stepped  out 
dressed  in  khaki — peak  cap,  flannel  shirt, 
high  boots.     She  dismissed  her  limousine 
and  stood  at  attention.    An  older  woman 
in  similar  costume,  evidently  a  command- 
ing officer,  came  out.    "Lieutenant  Blank," 
said  the  elder  woman  to  the  girl,  who  had 
dismissed   her   limousine,    "your    breath 
smells  of  cigarette  smoke  and  your  face 
is  powdered.    Go  upstairs  and  rinse  out 
your  mouth  and  wash  off  the  powder." 

And  the  young  officer,  who  had  prob- 
ably never  before  obeyed  an  order  in  all 
her   life,  or  conformed  to   a   regulation 


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Recruiting  is  pro- 
ceeding briskly 
for  the  American 
navy.  Some  new- 
ly signed  tars 
ready  to  embark. 


in  all  her  whims,  ran  upstairs  and  turned 
on  the  cleansing  tap.  Then  she  came 
down  and  stood  guard  at  the  door.  A 
despatch  was  handed  to  her,  and  she  was 
seen  taking  an  ambulance  to  get  somebody 
who  had  been  injured  in  the  Navy  Yards. 
Later  that  day,  she  and  her  company 
were  inoculated  against  typhus.  Next 
morning,  they  were  to  be  present  in  the 
operating  room  of  a  hospital  so  they 
would  become  inured  to  suffering  and  not 
lose  their  heads  if  they  had  to  convey 
an  ambulance  to  the  firing  line  and  bring 
bodies  backi  in  sections;  so  also  they 
would  learn  to  handle  wounded  bodies. 
Yet  later  in  the  day,  they  would  take  a 
practical  course  of  instruction  in  greas- 
ing up  a  motor,  taking  a  car  apart  and 
putting  it  together  again.  It  is  an  even 
bet  some  of  these  girls  never  buttoned 
their  own  boots,  or  picked  a  garment  off 
the  floor  when  dressing  before  this  war. 

I  give  the  incident  as  typical  of  what 
the  war  is  doing — making  changes  that 
are  miracles;  and  the  leaven  has  barely 
begun  to  work  Americans  hardly  know 
yet  that  they  are  at  war. 

P  ERSHING  has  gone  across  and  is  on 
^  the  field.  His  troops  are  on  the  sea; 
and  500,000  men  will  follow  them  soon 
after  September.  Part  of  the  American 
Navy  has  joined  the  Allies,  and  the  rest 
of  the  Navy  is  training  recruits  to  man 
the  merchant  fleets  building  in  every 
harbor;  where  a  shipyard  can  be  located. 
Men  .ind  women  are  busy,  mobilizing  uni- 
versally for  farm,  factory  and  firing  line. 
One  of  the  difficult  questions  is  who  is 
to  train  the  new  army  of  a  million  and 
a  half.  Dividing  the  army  into  units  of 
100,  it  would  require  15,000  officers;  and 
while  Plattsburg  will  have  5,000  more  or 
less  trained  by  the  autumn,  these  will  be 
needed  for  the  firing  line.  It  is  telling 
Canada  no  secret  to  declare  that  more 
men  and  yet  more  men  must  be  sent  to 
the  Allies  by  September.     A  lot  of  sug- 


gestions have  been  made  for  the  training 
of  the  new  American  army  in  time  to  be 
of  service  on  the  front  when  most  needed. 
Let  Canadian  officers  come  down  and  do 
the  training.  But  can  Canada  spare  men, 
who  are  competent;  and  ought  men,  who 
have  been  discarded  because  they  were 
not  competent,  to  be  allowed  to  come? 
Then  some  of  the  French  have  urged  that 
the  new  men,  fresh  with  courage  and 
strength,  be  put  on  the  line  with  strong 
lines  of  seasoned  troops  before  and  be- 
hind them.  "Put  them  in  front  of  us 
older  boys,"  a  foreign  officer  said  to  me, 
"and  we'll  kick  them  up  if  they  show  signs 
of  weakening."  But  that  is  taking  dan- 
gerous chances.  Kitchener  said  at  the 
first  of  the  war,  when  the  fighting  was 
mild  compared  to  what  it  is  to-day  and 
will  be  to-morrow,  that  an  unseasoned 
man  was  useless  in  this  war.  As  a  matter 
of  fact,  no  former  (Experience  on  the  part 
of  an  officer  has  been  good  in  this  war. 
It  is  a  new  form  of  warfare — trench,  high 
power  explosives,  long  range  guns,  aero- 
planes, and  submarines.  What  officer  iri 
former  wars  had  any  experience  to  guide 
him  in  this?  Keep  to  the  regulation 
manual,  yes,  as  to  size  and  numbers  in 
each  regiment,  as  to  equipment  of  the 
regiment  and  the  placing  of  it;  so  that 
any  officer  knowing  what  regiment  is 
whei'e,  will  also  know  just  how  many  men 
are  in  that  company  and  what  guns  and 
field  guns  each  unit  will  have.  All  the 
Allied  officers  agree  on  that;  but  apart 
from  that,  the  technique  of  former  wars 
may  be  "junked."  So  it  seems  to  me  the 
only  wise  suggestion  for  the  training  of 
these  new  American  regiments  is  to  utilize 
the  offer  of  wounded  and  maimed  French 
and  British  officers,  who  can  no  longer 
go  on  the  firing  line  but  have  spent  two 
years  there  and  know  what  mistakes  in 
action  and  equipment  to  avoid. 

It  is  a  mistake  that  is  almost  tragedy 
that  the  censorship  is  not  permitting 
the   public   to   know   whether     American 


preparations  are  avoiding  the 
errors  made  by  the  Allies  the 
first  year  of  the  war.  We  all 
know  how  during  the  first 
year  of  the  war  rifles  had  to 
be  discarded  because  they 
could  not  stand  the  fearful 
conditions  of  the  trenches — 
too  long  barrels  that  kept 
catching  in  the  mud  banks; 
how  tenting  had  to  be  junked  because  it 
rotted  in  the  continual  rains;  how  trans- 
port wagons  went  to  pieces  under  the 
strain;  how  boots  were  discarded  in  hun- 
dreds of  thousands  because  the  man's 
foot  was  more  valuable  than  the  price 
of  a  boot  that  would  not  serve  in  trench 
slime.  And  yet  we  do  not  know  that  simi- 
lar mistakes  are  not  being  repeated  in 
much  American  equipment. 

A  democracy  can  only  succeed  in  war 
inasmuch  as  it  is  backed  by  money  and 
men;  and  the  backing  will  not  be  given 
blindly.  A  democracy  demands  to  be 
taken  into  the  confidence  of  its  leaders, 
or  it  will  not  follow  them.  This  censor- 
ship business  explains  much  of  the  lack 
of  enthusiasm  in  the  Liberty  Loan;  and 
if  mistakes  are  repeated  in  the  equipment, 
it  will  be  largely  owing  to  the  fact  that 
all  preparations  are  going  forward  in 
blind  secrecy.  I  do  not  refer  to  secrecy 
needed  as  to  movements  of  forces.  I 
refer  to  secrecy  as  to  boots,  rifles,  rounds 
of  ammunition,  progress  in  the  building 
of  battleships,  progress  in  manning  the 
new  merchant  marine,  types  of  transport 
wagons,  quality  and  prices  as  to  rations. 
These  things  any  enemy  spy  can  ascer- 
tain. Why  should  the  American  public 
be  kept  in  the  dark  and  representatives 
be  called  traitors  for  demanding  enlight- 
enment? 

TWO  tendencies  are  worth  noting — to 
build  submarine  chasers  by  the  scores 
and  hundreds,  to  build  aeroplanes,  not  in 
squads,  but  in  armies  of  hundreds  of 
thousands.  To  the  practical  American 
mind,  untrained  in  strategical  lore,  the 
price  of  advances  against  withering 
blasts  of  enemy  fire  across  No  Man's 
Land  may  be  too  high.  A  victory  that 
leaves  the  victor  80  per  cent,  dead  on 
the  field  does  not  appeal  to  the  practical 
American  mind.  Army  aeroplanes  cost 
only  from  $6,000  for  the  small  to  $30,000 
for  the  large,  compared  to  the  battleship's 


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ten  millions,  the  submarine's 

$600,000     to     $800,000;     and 

they  travel  at  75  to  145  miles 

an  hour;  and  they  can  ascend 

beyond  the  range  or  angle  of 

the   big   guns.      Frank   Mun- 

sey  first  voiced  this  sentiment 

in  a  full  page  demand  for  an 

army  of  100,000  aeroplanes; 

and  aeroplanes  can  be  built  at 

the  rate  of  1,000  a  week.      Since  Mun- 

sey's    demand    the    Federal  Government 

has    announced    a    special    air    squad    to 

train  3,500  officers  for  aeroplane  work; 

and  other  plans  are  in  progress  to  deliver 

to  the  Allies  1,000  aeroplanes  a  week. 

The  aeroplane  made  a  record  in  the 
Mexican  fiasco,  which  would  have  been 
heralded  to  the  ends  of  the  earth,  if  at- 
tention had  not  been  focused  on  the  great 
European  v/ar.  There  was  great  trouble 
getting  transport  trains  forward  to  Per- 
shing. The  railroad  beds  had  been  torn 
up.  It  took  a  train  two  days  to  get  in 
to  Pershing's  headquarters.  An  aero- 
plane was  sent  in  with  half  a  ton  of  pro- 
visions. It  reached  Pershing  and  was 
back  in  two  hours.  The  use  of  the  aero- 
plane for  Red  Cross  work  and  provision- 
ing the  firing  line  is  only  beginning  to  be 
realized. 

,  As  I  write  these  words,  the  National 
Council  of  Defence  recognizes  the  para- 
mount importance  of  air  squadrons  and 
together  with  General  Squier,  the  head  of 
the  Air  Board,  calls  for  $600,000,000  to 
equip  an  air  army  of  20,000  men  and 
machines.  Better  risk  20,000  men  in  air 
than  500,000  in  "No  Man's  Land."  Squier 
and  Perry  both  declare  the  war  may  yet 
be  won  by  air  squadrons.  The  Germans 
have  recently  perfected  a  new  device  in 
their  air  planes. 

Formerly  it  was  necessary  to  jockey  for 
a  position  in  which  a  bomb  could  be  hurled 
at  the  enemy,  as  the  aeroplane  rose  and 
got  under  way.  The  air-bird  would  circle 
and  encircle  and  double  and  loop  as  she 
mounted;  so  when  two  foes  mounted  sim- 
ultaneously, victory  was  sure  to  go  to 
the  air  man  who  could  jockey  his  place 
about  the  other  first,  or  get  in  line  for  a 
shot;  but  the  Germans  have  recently  per- 
fected a  device  by  which  the  rising  "bird" 
no  longer  circles  and  jockeys.  She  goes 
straight  up  as  an  arrow  with  the  zipp  of 
a    vertical    shot.      To    the    layman,    this 


means  nothing.  To  the  air  man,  it  means 
that  he  must  have  half  a  dozen  ships  to 
get  in  position  to  bring  the  new  foe  down. 
When  a  foe  is  shooting  up  vertically,  a 
circling  pursuer  is  left  behind  at  the 
mercy  of  a  foe  who  may  drop  bombs  sheer 
from  the  clouds ;  but  if  half  a  dozen  planes 
go  after  the  vertiflcal  flyer,  they  are  going 
to  get  in  position  for  "the  drop"  before  he 
can  do  them  damage ;  or  if  he  does  succeed 
in  putting  one  out  of  commission,  the 
others  will  surely  get  him.  But  this  new 
device  necessitates  more  and  yet  more 
Allied  aeroplanes.  It  also  emphasizes  and 
makes  self-evident  the  fact  that  the  way 
to  dislodge  enemies  from  trenches  without 
the  fearful  mortality  of  withering  blasts 
of  gun  fire  across  "No  Man's  Land"  is  by 
not  a  squadron,  but  an  army  of  aero- 
planes. No  trench  artillery  yet  invented 
could  survive  the  rain  of  bombs  from 
100,000  aeroplanes. 

And  America  is  in  a  peculiarly  advan- 
tageous position  to  supply  such  an  army 
of  air  fighters.  She  has  the  man-power. 
Men  over  twenty-five  are  not  wanted. 
Men  too  young  to  know  either  caution  or 
nerves  make  the  best  bird  men.  The  draft 
has  shown  that  America  has  easily  two 
million  men  of  this  age. 

In  the  next  place,  America  is  the  home 
of  the  aeroplane.  The  United  States  now 
has  "air  ears"  that  can  go  120  miles  and 
back  in  two  hours  and  can  carry  half  a 
ton.  Railroad  tracks  may  be  jammed,  or 
bridges  may  be  blown  up,  or  commissariat 
delayed  till  an  army  is  wobbly  at  the 
knees  from  vacancy  at  the  belt;  but  no  foe 
can  bridge,  o,r  blow  up,  or  blockade  the 
air.  The  possibilities"  of  the  aeroplane  to 
carry  food  to  the  army,  or  do  ambulance 
work  are  beyond  laymen's  grasp.  In 
Mexico  aeroplanes  were  sent  to  Pershing's 
troops  and  back  again  in  two  hours.  The 
train  conveying  food  over  the  same  route 
took  two  days. 


PEOPLE  in  the  States  do  not  blame 
Russia  as  in  other  countries  of  the 
Allied  cause.  There  are  too  many  Rus- 
sians in  this  country  for  any  blame.  Rus- 
sians here  know  why  Russian  soldiers 
fled.  When  the  Russians  began  their  ter- 
rible retreat,  there  was  not  one  rifle  to 
five  men;  and  when  Russia  finished  her 
let.ei.t,  there  was  not  one  pitchfork  to 
five  men.  Russia  will  come  back.  Mean- 
while, she  is  off  the  map  till  she  re- 
plenishes her  fighting  gear;  and  Russia  s 
place  must  be  taken  by  the  United  States. 

"If  the  United  States  should  suffer  a 
preliminary  disaster  owing  to  raw  troops 
and  hurried  preparations,  what  would  be 
the  effect  on  American  sentiment?"  an 
imperial  officer  asked  me. 

I  knew  what  I  thought,  but  I  asked  a 
number  of  typical  Americans  and  their 
answer  was  all  to  the  same  effect — "We 
are  a  nation  of  cubs  playing  at  war  now ; 
but  when  the  first  big  losses  come  home, 
we  will  be  a  nation  of  tigers;  and  I  think 
our  blood  still  has  enough  red  in  it  to 
give  Germany  a  dose  of  her  own.  We 
don't  want  in'demnity,  land,  or  graft,  but 
by  hickety,  we'll  want  a  good  explanation 
from  Germany  for  all  she  has  done,  ana 
we'll  want  it  at  the  end  of  a  bayonet 
without  any  pacifist  handcuffs  round  our 
wrists  when  we  are  taking  the  explana- 
tion down  in  shorthand." 

I  wouldn't  bet  on  the  blood  of  the 
pioneers  not  reasserting  its  red  strain 
about  that  time. 


In  an  early  issue  will  appear  a 
complete  novelette  by  Harold  Mc- 
Grath,  "The  Pigeon-blood  Rubies  of 
Perak,"  a  remarkable  story  of  mys- 
tery and  adventure;  one  of  the  best  of 
the  many  good  stories  by  this  fam-ous 
author. 


«K^ 


Tight  pressed 
against  the 
upper  pane  of 
the  window 
appeared  a 
dark,  scowling 
face,  the  face 
of   an   Indian. 


CHAPTER  XII. 

A    FIGHT   IN   THE   NIGHT. 

I  HE  days  immediately 
following  Lapierre's  de- 
parture were  busy  days 
for  Chloe  Elliston.  The  word 
had  passed  along  the  lakes  and 
the  rivers,  and  stolid,  sullen- 
faced  Indians  stole  in  from  the 
scrub  to  gaze  apathetically  at 
the  buildings  on  the  banks  of  the  Yellow 
Knife.  Chloe  with  painstaking  repe- 
tition, through  Lefroy  as  interpreter,  ex- 
plained to  each  the  object  of  her  school; 
with  the  result  that  a  goodly  number  re- 
mained and  lost  no  time  in  installing 
themselves  in  the  commodious  barracks. 
On  the  evening  of  the  second  day  Chloe 
tiptoed  into  the  sick-room  and,  bending 
over  MacNair,  was  startled  to  encounter 
the  steady  gaze  of  the  steel-gray  eyes.  "I 
thought  you  never  would  come  to,"  she 
smiled.  "You  see,  I  don't  know  much 
about  surgery,  and  I  was  afraid  per- 
haps—" 

"Perhaps  Lapierre  had  done  his  work 
well?"  Chloe  started  at  the  weak,  almost 
gentle  tones  of  the  gruff  voice  she  had 
learned  to  associate  with  this  man  of  the 
north.  She  flushed  as  she  met  the  steady, 
disconcerting  stare  of  the  gray  eyes.  "He 
shot  on  the  spur  of  the  moment.  He 
thought  you  were  going  to  shoot  him." 

"And  he  shot  from — far  to  the  south- 
ward?" 

"Oh!  You  do  not  think — you  do  not 
believe  that  I  deliberately  lied  to  you! 
That  I  knew  Lapierre  was  on  Snare 
Lake!"  The  words  fell  from  her  lips 
with  an  intense  eagerness  that  carried 
the  ring  of  sincerity.  The  hard  look 
faded  from  the  man's  eyes,  and  the 
bearded  lips  suggested  just  the  shadow  of 
a  smile. 

"No,"  he  answered  weakly;  "I  do  not 
think  that.  But  tell  me,  how  long  have 
I  been  this  way?  And  what  has  happen- 
ed? For  I  remember  nothing — after  the 
world  turned  black.  I  am  surprised  that 
Lapierre  missed  me.  He  has  the  reputa- 
tion for  killing — at  his  own  range." 

"But  he  didn't  miss  you!"  cried  the 
girl  in  surprise.  "It  was  his  bullet  that 
— that  made  the  world  turn  black." 

"Aye;  but  it  was  a  miss,  just  the  same. 


The  Gun  Brand 

A  Story  of  the  North 

By  James  B.  Hendryx 

Author  of  "Marquard  the  Silent,"  "The  Promise,"   etc. 
Illustrated    by    Harry    C      Edwards 


SYNOPSIS. — Chloe  Elliston,  inheriting  the  love  of  adventure  and  ambitious  to  emu- 
late her  famous  grandfather,  "Tiger"  Elliston,  who  had  played  a  big  part  in  the  civil- 
izing of  Malaysia,  sets  out  for  the  Far  North  to  establish  a  school  and  bring  the  light 
of  education  to  the  Indiaris  and  breeds  of  the  Athabasca  country.  Accompanied  by  a 
companion,  Harriet  Penny,  and  a  Swedish  m.aid,  Big  Lena,  she  arrives  at  Athabasca 
Landing  and  engages  transportation  on  one  of  the  scows  of  Pierre  Lapierre,  an  inde- 
pendent trader.  Vermilion,  the  boss  scowman,  decides  to  kidnap  the  party  and  hold 
them  to  ransom;  but  Lapierre,  getting  wind  of  his  plans,  interrupts  them  at  a  vital 
moment,  kills  Vermilion,  and  rescues  the  girl.  Predisposed  in  his  favor,  she  accepts 
him  as  her  mentor  in  the  wilderness,  believing  all  he  tells  her,  especially  about  one 
Robert  MacNair,  another  free-trader  ivho  Lapierre  saddles  with  a  most  villainous 
reputation  and  the  epithet  of  "Brute."  On  Lapierre's  advice  Chloe  establishes  herself 
at  the  mouth  of  the  Yellow  Knife  River  on  Great  Slave  Lake,  and  starts  to  building 
her  school,  et  cetera.  Then  Brute  MacNaif  turns  up  and  warns  her  to  leave  his  In- 
dians alone  She  defies  him,  and  later  starts  to  his  post  on  Snare  Lake.  Meeting 
MacNair  just  before  she  gets  there,  they  have  an  interview,  which  ends  when  La- 
piere,  appearing  suddenly,  shoots  MacNair.  Chloe,  m  spite  of  Lapierre's  protest, 
takes  the  wounded  man  to  her  place  and  nurses  him. 


and  a  miss,  I  am  thinking,  that  will  cost 
him  dear.     He  should  have  killed  me." 

"Please  do  not  talk,"  said  the  girl  in 
sudden  alarm,  and  taking  the  medicine 
from  the  table,  held  the  spoon  to  the 
man's  lips.  He  swallowed  its  contents, 
and  was  about  to  speak  when  Chloe  in- 
terrupted him.  "Please  do  not  talk,"  she 
begged,  "and  I'll  tell  you  what  happened. 
There  is  not  much  to  tell :  after  we  bound 
up  your  wounds  we  brought  you  here, 
where  I  could  give  you  proper  care.  It 
took  three  days  to  do  this,  and  two  days 
have  passed  since  we  arrived." 

"I  knew  I  was  in  your — " 

Chloe  flushed  deeply.  "Yesj,  in  my 
room,"  she  hastened  to  interrupt  him; 
"but  you  must  not  talk.  It  was  the  only 
place  I  knew  where  you  could  be  quiet 
and — and  safe." 

"But,  Lapierre — why  did  he  allow  it?" 

Chloe  flushed.  "Allow  it!  I  do  not 
take  orders  from  Mr.  Lapierre,  nor  from 
you,  nor  from  anybody  else.  "This  is  my 
school;  this  cottage  is  mine;  I'll  do  as  I 
please  with  it,  and  I'll  bring  who  I  please 
into  it  without  asking  permission  from 
any  one." 

WHILE  she  was  speaking  the  man's 
glance  strayed  from  her  flashing 
eyes  to  the  face  of  a  tarnished,  smoke- 
blackened  portrait  that  showed  indistinct 
in  the  dull  lamplight  of  the  little  room. 
Chloe's  glance  followed  MacNair's,  and 
as  the  little  clock  ticked  sharply  both 
stared  in  silence  into  the  lean,  lined  fea- 
tures of  Tiger  Elliston. 

"Your  eyes,"  murmured  the  man  — 
"sometimes  they  are  like  that."  Sud- 
denly the  man's  voice  strengthened.  He 
continued  to  gaze  at  the  face  in  the  dull 
gold  frame.  With  an  effort  he  withdrew 
an  arm  from  beneath  the  cover  and 
pointed  with  a  finger  that  trembled 
weakly.  "I  should  like  to  have  known 
him,"  he  said.  "By  God,  yon  is  the  face 
of  a  man!" 

"My  grandfather,"  muttered  the  girl. 


"You'll  love  the  north  — •  when  you 
know  it,"  said  MacNair.  "Tell  me,  did 
Lapierre  advise  you  to  bring  me  here?" 

"No,"  answered  Chloe,  "he  did  not. 
He — he  said  to  leave  you;  that  your  In- 
dians would  care  for  you." 

"And  my  Indians — did  they  not  follow 
you?"  Chloe  shook  her  head.  Once 
more  MacNair  bent  a  searching  glance 
upon  the  girl's  face.  "Where  is  La- 
pierre?" he  asked. 

"He  is  gone,"  Chloe  answered.  "Two 
days  ago  he  left  for  the "  She  hesi- 
tated as  there  flashed  through  her  brain 
the  moment  on  Snare  Lake  when,  once 
before,  she  had  answered  MacNair's  ques- 
tion in  almost  the  same  words.  "He  said 
he  was  going  to  the  southward,"  she  cor- 
rected. 

MacNair  smiled.  "I  think,  this  time, 
he  has  gone.  But  why  he  left  without 
killing  me  I  cannot  understand.  Lapierre 
has  made  a  mistake." 

"You  do  him  an  injustice!  Mr.  La- 
pierre does  not  want  to  kill  you.  He  is 
sorry  he  was  forced  to  shoot;  but,  as  he 
said,  it  was  your  life  or  his.  And  now 
please  do  be  quiet,  or  I  must  leave  you 
to  yourself." 

MacNair  closed  his  eyes,  and,  seating 
herself  by  the  table,  Chloe  stared  silently 
into  the  face  of  the  portrait  until  the 
man's  deep,  regular  breathing  told  her 
that  he  slept. 

Slowly  the  moments  passed,  and  the 
girl's  gaze  roved  from  the  face  of  the  por- 
trait along  the  walls  of  the  little  room. 
Suddenly  her  eyes  dilated  in  horror;  for 
there,  tight  pressed  against  the  upper 
pane  of  the  window,  whose  lower  sash 
was  daintily  curtained  with  chintz,  ap- 
peared a  dark,  scowling  face — the  face 
of  an  Indian,  which  she  instantly  recog- 
nized as  one  of  the  two  who  had  accom- 
panied MacNair  upon  his  first  visit  to 
her  clearing. 

Even  as  she  looked  the  face  vanished, 
leaving  the  girl  staring  wide-eyed  at  the 
black  square  of  the  window.    Curbing  her 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


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impulse  to  awake  MacNair,  she  stole 
softly  from  the  room  and,  unlocking  the 
outer  door,  sped  swiftly  through  the 
darkness  toward  the  little  square  of  light 
that  glowed  from  the  window  of  the  store. 

'T*  HE  distance  was  not  great  from  the 
J-  door  of  the  cottage  to  the  soft  square 
of  radiance  that  showed  distinctly  in  the 
darkness.  But  even  as  Chloe  ran  the 
light  was  suddenly  extinguished,  and  the 
outlines  of  the  big  storehouse  loomed 
vague  and  huge  and  indistinct  against 
the  black  background  of  the  encircling 
scrub.  The  girl  stopped  abruptly  and 
stared  uncertainly  into  the  darkness.  Her 
heart  beat  wildly.  A  strange  sense  of 
terror  came  over  her  as  she  stood  alone, 
surrounded  by  the  bfackness  of  the  clear- 
ing. Why  had  Lefroy  extinguished  his 
light?    And  why  was  the  night  so  still? 

She  strained  to  catch  the  familiar 
sounds  of  the  wilderness — the  little  night 
sounds  to  which  she  had  grown  accus- 
tomed: the  bellowing  of  frogs  in  the 
sedges,  the  chirp  of  tree-toads,  and  the 
harsh  squawk  of  startled  night-fowls. 
Even  the  air  seemed  unnaturally  still, 
and  the  ceaseless  drone  of  the  mosquitoes 
served  but  to  intensify  the  unnatural  si- 
lence. The  mosquitoes  broke  the  spell 
of  the  nameless  terror,  and  she  slapped 
viciously  at  her  face  and  neck. 

"I'm  a  fool,"  she  muttered;  "a  per- 
fect fool !  Lefroy  puts  out  his  light  every 
night  and  —  and  what  if  there  are  no 
sounds?  I'm  just  listening  for  something 
to  be  afraid  of?" 

She  glanced  backward  toward  her  own 
cottage,  where  the  light  still  glowed  from 
the  window.  It  was  reassuring,  that  little 
square  of  yellow  lamplight  that  shone 
softly  from  the  window  of  her  room.  She 
was  not  afraid  now.  She  would  return 
to  the  cottage  and  lock  the  door.  She 
shuddered  at  the  thought.  Before  her 
rose  the  vision  of  that  dark,  shadowy 
face,  tight-pressed  against  the  glass. 
Instinctively  she  knew  that  Indian  was 
not  alone.  There  were  others,  and — 
once  more  her  eyes  swept  the  blackness. 

Suddenly  the  question  flashed  through 
her  brain :  Why  should  these  Indians  seek 
to  avenge  MacNair — the  man  who  held 
the  power  of  life  and  death  over  them — 
who  had  practically  forced  them  into  ser- 
vitude? Then,  swift  as  the  question, 
flashed  the  answer:  It  was  not  to  avenge 
MacNair  they  came,  but,  knowing  that 
he  was  helpless,  to  strike  the  blow  that 
would  free  themselves  from  the  yoke. 
Had  Lapierre  known  this?  Would  he 
have  left  him  then,  knowing  that  the 
man's  own  Indians  would  finish  the  work 
his  bullet  had  only  half  completed?  No! 
Lapierre  would  not  have  done  that.  Did 
he  not  say:  "I  am  glad  I  did  not  kill 
him"?  He  was  thinking  only  of  her 
safety. 

"We'll  be  safe  enough  till  morning," 
she  muttered.  "Surely  I  have  read 
somewhere  that  Indians  never  attack  in 
the  night.  To-morrow  we  must  hide  Mac- 
Nair where  they  cannot  find  him.  They 
will  murder  him,  now  that  he  is  wound- 
ed. How  they  must  hate  him!  Must 
hate  the  man  who  has  oppressed  and  de- 
bauched, and  cheated  them!" 

'X*  HE  girl  had  nearly  reached  the  door 
-•-  of  the  cottage  when  once  more  she 
halted,  rooted  in  her  tracks.  Out  of  the 
unnatural  silence  of  the  night,  close  upon 
the  edge  of  the  clearing,  boomed  the  cry 
of  the  great  horned  owl.    It  was  a  sound 


she  had  often  heard  here  in  the  northern 
night — this  hooting  of  an  owl;  but,  some- 
how, this  sound  was  different.  Once 
more  her  heart  thumped  wildly  against 
her  ribs.  Her  fists  clenched,  and  she 
peered  tensely  toward  the  wall  of  the 
scrub  timber  that  showed  silent  and  black 
and  impenetrable  in  the  little  light  of  the 
stars.  Again  the  portentous  silence,  and 
then — was  it  fancy,  or  were  there  shapes, 
stealthy,  elusive,  shadowy,  moving  along 
the  wall  of  the  intense  blackness? 

A  light  suddenly  flashed  from  the  win- 
dow of  the  storehouse.  It  disappeared. 
The  great  door  banged  sharply,  and  out 
of  the  blackness  sounded  a  rush  of  moc- 
casined  feet,  padding  the  earth  as  they 
ran. 

From  the  edge  of  the  timber — from  the 
direction  of  the  shadowy  shapes — came  a 
long,  thin  spurf  of  flame,  and  the  silence 
was  broken  by  the  roar  of  a  smooth-bore 
rifle.  The  next  instant  the  roar  was  in- 
creased tenfold,  and  from  the  loopholes 
high  on  the  walls  of  the  storehouse  flashed 
other  thin  red  spurts  of  flame. 

Terror-stricken,  Chloe  dashed  for  the 
cottage.  Along  the  entire  length  of  the 
timber-line  spikes  of  flame  belched  forth, 
and  the  crash  and  roar  of  rifles  drowned 
the  rush  of  moccasin  feet.  A  form 
dashed  past  her  in  the  darkness,  and  then 
another,  forcing  Chloe  from  the  path. 
The  terrified  girl  realized  that  these 
forms  were  speeding  straight  for  the 
door  of  the  cottage.  Her  first  thought 
was  for  MacNair.  He  would  be  murdered 
as  he  slept. 

She  redoubled  her  efforts,  feeling  blind- 
ly in  the  darkness  for  the  path  that  led 
toward  the  square  of  light.  In  her  ears 
sounded  the  sharp  jangle  of  smashing 
glass.  Her  foot  caught  in  a  vine,  and 
she  crashed  heavily  forward  almost  at  the 
door.  All  about  her  guns  roared;  from 
the  edge  of  the  scrub,  from  the  river- 
bank,  and  from  the  corners  of  the  long 
log  dormitories.  Bullets  whined  above 
her  like  angry  mosquitoes,  and  thudded 
dully  against  the  logs  of  the  cottage. 

Again  sounded  the  sharp  jangle  of 
glass.  She  struggled  to  her  knees,  and 
was  hurled  backward  as  the  huge  form 
of  an  Indian  tripped  over  her  and 
sprawled,  cursing  at  her  side.  The  door 
of  the  cottage  burst  suddenly  open,  and 
in  the  long  quadrangle  of  light  the  forms 
of  the  two  Indians  who  had  passed  her 
stood  out  distinctly.  The  girl  gave  a 
quick,  short  sob  of  relief.  They 
were  Lefroy's  Indians!  At  the 
sound  the  man  on  the  ground 
thrust  his  face  close  to  hers  and 
with  a  quick  grunt  of  surprise 
scrambled  to  his 
feet.  Chloe  felt  her 
arm  seized,  and  rea- 
lized that  she  was 
being  dragged  t  o  - 
ward  the  door  of  the 
cottage,  through 
which  the  other  two 
Indians  had  disap- 
peared. She  was 
jerked  roughly 
across  the  threshold, 
and  lay  huddled  up 
on  the  floor.  The 
Indian  released  his 
hold  on  her  arm  and, 
stepping  across  her 
body,  reached  for 
the  door. 

Outside,   the   roar 
of     the     guns     was 


again. 
"Tell 


incessant.  Suddenly,  close  a  t  hand, 
Chloe  heard  a  quick,  wicked  spat,  and  the 
Indian  reeled  from  the  doorway,  whirled 
as  on  a  pivot,  and  crashed,  face  down- 
ward across  the  table.  There  was  a 
loud  rattle  of  porcelain  dishes,  a  rifle 
rang  sharply  upon  the  floor  boards,  and 
Chloe  gazed  in  horrid  fascination  as  the 
limp  form  of  the  Indian  slipped  slowly 
from  the  table.  Its  momentum  increased, 
and  the  back  of  the  man's  head  struck  the 
floor  with  a  sickening  thump.  The  face 
turned  toward  her — a  face  wet  and  drip- 
ping with  the  rich  red  blood  that  oozed 
thickly  from  the  irregular  hole  in  the 
forehead  where  the  soft,  round  ball  from 
a  smooth  bore  had  torn  into  the  brain. 
The  wide  eyes  stared  stonily  into  her 
own.  The  jaws  sagged  open,  and  the 
nearly  severed  tongue  protruded  from 
between  the  fang-like  yellow  teeth. 

Some  one  blew  out  the  lamp.  The  door 
slammed  shut.  Chloe  felt  strong  hands 
beneath  her  shoulders;  the  voice  of  Big 
Lena  sounded  in  her  ears,  and  she  was 
being  guided  through  the  pitch  black- 
ness to  the  door  of  her  own  room.  The 
lamp  by  the  bedside  had  also  been  extin- 
guished, and  the  girl  glanced  toward  the 
window,  which  showed  in  the  feeble  star- 
light a  pattern  of  jagged  panes.  One  of 
the  Indians  who  had  preceded  her  into 
the  cottage  thrust  the  barrel  of  a  rifle 
through  the  aperture  and  fired  rapidly  at 
the  flashes  of  flame  in  the  clearing. 

IN  THE  other  room  some  one  was 
shrieking,  and  Chloe  recognized  the 
voice  of  Harriet  Penny.  Big  Lena  left 
her  side,  and  a  moment  later  the  shriek- 
ing ceased,  or,  rather,  quieted  to  a  series 
of  terrified,  choking  grunts  and  muffled 
cries,  as  though  something  soft  and  thick 
had  been  forcibly  applied  as  a  gag.  Chloe 
groped  her  way  blindly  toward  the  bed, 
where  she  had  left  the  wounded  man.  Her 
feet  stumbled  awkwardly  through  the 
confusion  of  debris  that  was  the  wreck  of 
the   overturned  medicine  table. 

"Are  you  hurt?"  she  gasped  as  she 
sank  feebly  upon  the  edge  of  the  bed. 
Close  beside  her  sounded  the  sharp  snap 
of  metal  as  the  Indian  jammed  fresh 
cartridgae  into  his  magazine. 

"No!"  said  a  voice  in  her  ear.  "I'm 
not  hurt.  Are  you?"  Chloe  shook  her 
head,  forgetting  that  in  the  intense  black- 
ness she  had  returned  no  answer.  There 
was  a  movement  upon  the  bed;  a  huge 
hand  closed  roughly  about  her 
arm.      The    Indian    was    firing 


Pierre  Lapierre. 


me,  are  you  hurt?" 
rasped  a  voice  in  her 
ear.  And  her  arm 
was  shaken  almost 
fiercely. 

"No!"  she  man- 
aged to  gasp,  strug- 
gling to  free  herself. 
"But,  oh,  it's  all  too, 
too  horrible,  too  aw- 
ful !  There  is  a  dead 
man  in  the  other 
room.  He  is  one  of 
Lefroy's  Indians. 
One  of  my  Indians, 
and  they  shot  him!" 
"I'm  damned  glad 
of  it!"  growled  Mac- 
Nair thickly,  and 
Chloe  leaped  from 
the  bed.  The  coarse 
brutality  of  the  man 
was     inconceivable. 


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.M  A  C  1.  10  A  N  '  S    M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


In  her  mingled  emotion  of  rage  and 
loathing,  she  hated  this  man  with  a  fierce, 
savage  hatred  that  could  kill.  She 
knew  now  why  men  called  him  Brute 
MacNair.  The  name  fitted !  These 
Indians  had  rushed  from  the  security 
of  the  fort-like  storehouse  upon  the 
first  intimation  of  danger  to  protect 
the  defenceless  quartet  in  the  cottage — 
the  three  women  and  the  wounded,  helpless 
man.  In  the  very  doorway  of  the  cottage 
one  had  been  killed — killed  facing  the 
enemy  —  the  savage  bloodthirsty  horde 
who,  having  learned  of  the  plight  of  their 
oppressor,  had  taken  the  warpath  to 
avenge  their  wrongs.  Surely  MacNair 
must  know  that  this  man  had  died  as 
much  in  the  defense  of  him  as  of  the 
women.  And  yet,  when  he  learned  of  the 
death  of  this  man,  he  had  said:  "I  am 
damned  glad  of  it!" 

How  long  Chloe  stood  there  speechless, 
trembling,  with  her  heart  fairly  bursting 
with  rage,  she  did  not  know.  Time 
ceased  to  be.  Suddenly  she  realized  that 
the  room  was  no  longer  in  intense  dark- 
ness. Objects  appeared  dim  and  indis- 
tinct; the  bed  with  the  wounded  .man, 
the  contents  of  the  table  strewn  in  con- 
fusion upon  the  floor,  and  the  Indian 
shooting  from  the  window.  Then  the 
flare  of  flames  met  her  eyes.  The  walls 
of  the  storehouse  stood  out  distinctly 
from  its  black  background  of  timber. 
Savage  forms  appeared  in  the  clearing, 
gliding  stealthily  from  stump  to  stump. 

The  light  grew  brighter.  She  could 
hear  now,  mingled  with  the  sharp  crack 
of  the  rifles,  the  dull  roar  of  flames.  The 
dormitories  were  burning!  This  added  to 
her  consuming  rage.  Her  eyes  seemed 
fairly  to  glow  as  she  fixed  them  upon  the 
pale  face  of  MacNair,  who  had  struggled 
to  a  sitting  posture.  She  took  a  step  to- 
ward the  bed.  A  dull  red  spot  showed  on 
either  cheek.  A  bullet  ripped  through 
the  window  and  splintered  t^e  dull  gold 
frame  of  Tiger  Elliston's  portrait,  but  the 
girl  had  lost  all  sense  of  fear.  She  shook 
her  clenched  fist  in  the  bearded  face  of  the 
man,  and  her  voice  quavered  high  and 
thin. 

"You — you — damn  you!"  she  cried.  "I 
wish  I'd  left  you  back  there  to  the  mercy 
of  your  savages!  You're  a  brute — a 
fiend!  It  would  serve  you  right  if  I 
should  give  you  up  to  them!  He— the 
man  who  was  killed — was  trying  to  save 
you  from  the  righteous  wrath  of  those 
you  have  ground  down  and  oppressed!" 

TV/T  ACNAIR  ignored  her  words,  and 
-'■''■»•  as  his  eyes  met  hers  squarely,  they 
betrayed  not  the  slightest  emotion.  The 
pallid  features  showed  tense  and  drawn 
in  the  growing  firelight.  His  gaze  pro- 
jected past  her  to  the  lean  face  of  Tiger 
Elliston. 

"You  are  a  fighter  at  heart,"  he  said 
slowly,  addressing  the  girl.  "You  are  his 
flesh  and  blood — and  he  was  a  fighter. 
He  won  to  victory  over  the  bodies  of  his 
enemies.    In  his  eyes  I  can  see  it." 

"He  was  no  coward!"  flashed  the  girl. 
"He  never  won  to  victory  over  the  bodies 
of  his  friends!"  With  an  effort  the  man 
reached  for  his  clothing,  which  hung  from 
a  peg  near  the  head  of  the  bed. 

"Where  are  you  going?"  cried  the  girl 
sharply. 

"I  am  going,"  MacNair  answered 
gravely,  looking  straight  into  her  eyes, 
"to  take  my  Indians  back  to  Snare  Lake." 

"They  will  kill  you!"  she  cried  impul- 
sively. 


"They  will  not!"  MacNair  smiled; 
"but,  if  they  do,  you  will  be  glad.  Did 
you  not  say " 

The  girl  faced  swiftly  away,  and  at  the 
same  moment  the  Indian  at  the  window 
staggered  backward,  dropping  his  rifle 
and  cursing  horribly  in  the  only  English 
he  knew,  as  he  clutched  frantically  at  his 
shoulder.  Chloe  turned.  MacNair  was 
lacing  his  boots.  He  raised  weakly  to  his 
feet,  swaying  uncertainly,  with  his  hand 
pressed  against  his  chest,  and  laughed 
harshly  into  the  pain-twisted  features  of 
the  Indian. 

"When  the  last  of  yon  dogs  gets  his 
bullet  I  can  leave  this  place  in  safety." 

"What  do  you  mean?"  cried  the  girl, 
her  eyes  blazing. 

"I  mean,"  rasped  the  man,  "that  you 
are  a  fool !  You  have  listened  to  La- 
pierre  and  you  have  easily  become  his 
dupe.  There  is  no  Indifen  in  his  employ 
who  would  not  kill  me.  They  have  had 
their  orders.  Have  you  stopped  to  re- 
flect that  the  brave  Lapierre  did  not  him- 
self remain  to  stem  this  attack?  To  pro- 
tect me  from  my  Indians?" 

The  sneer  in  MacNair's  voice  was  not 
lost  upon  the-  girl,  who  drew  herself  up 
haughtily. 

"Mr.  Lapierre,"  she  answered,  "could 
hardly  be  charged  with  anticipating  this 
attack,  nor  could  he  be  blamed  for  not 
altering  his  plans  to  fight  yoiir  battles." 

MacNair  laughed.  "The  idea  of  La- 
pierre fighting  7ny  battles  is,  indeed,, 
unique.  And  you  may  be  sure  that  La- 
pierre will  not  fight  his  own  battles — as 
long  as  he  can  find  others  to  fight  them 
for  him.  Miss  Elliston,  this  attack  was 
anticipated.  Lapierre  knew  to  a  certain- 
ty that  when  my  Indians  read  the  signs, 
and  learned  what  had  happened  there  on 
the  shore  of  Snare  Lake,  their  vengeance 
would  not  be  delayed."  He  looked 
straight  into  the  eyes  of  the  girl.  "Did 
you  arm  your  Indians?" 

"I  did  not!"  answered  Chloe.  "I 
brought  no  guns." 

"Then  where  did  your  Indians  get 
their  rifles?" 

"Well,  really,  Mr.  MacNair,  I  cannot 
tell  you.  Possibly  at  the  same  place  your 
Indians  got  theirs..  The  Indians  who  have 
come  to  me  here  are  hunters  and  trap- 
pers. Is  it  so  extraordinary  that  men 
who  are  hunters  should  own  guns?" 

"Your  ignorance  would  be  amusing,  if 
it  were  not  tragic!"  retorted  MacNair. 
And  picking  up  the  gun  which  the  wound- 
ed Indian  had  dropped,  held  it  before  the 
eyes  of  the  girl.  "The  hunters  of  the 
north.  Miss  Elliston,  do  not  equip  them- 
selves with  Mausers." 

"With  Mausers!"  cried  the  girl.  "You 
mean " 

"I  mean  just  this,"  broke  in  Mac- 
Nair, "that  your  Indians  were  armed  to 
kill  men,  not  animals.  With,  or  without, 
your  knowledge  or  sanction,  your  Indians 
have  been  supplied  with  the  best  rifles 
obtainable.  Your  school  is  Lapierre's 
fort!" 

THRUSTING  the  rifle  into  the  hands 
of  the  girl,  he  brushed  past  her  and 
with  difficulty  made  his  way  through  the 
intervening  room  to  the  outer  door,  which 
he  threw  open. 

Chloe  followed.  Outside  the  firing  con- 
tinued with  undiminished  intensity,  but 
the  girl  was  conscious  of  no  sense  of  fear. 
Her  eyes  swept  the  room,  flooded  now  by 
the  glare  of  the  flaring  flames.  Beside 
the  stove  stood  Big  Lena,  an  ax  gripped 


tightly  in  her  strong  hands.  The  re- 
maining Indian  lay  upon  the  floor,  firing 
slowly  through  a  loophole  punched  in  the 
chinking.  At  the  doorway  MacNair 
turned,  and  in  the  strong  light  Chloe  no- 
ticed that  his  face  was  haggard  and 
drawn  with  pain. 

'I  thank  you,"  he  said,  touching  his 
bandaged  chest,  "for  your  nursing.  It 
has  probably  saved  my  life." 

"Come  back!  They  will  kill  you!" 
MacNair  ignored  her  warning.  "You 
have  one  redeeming  feature,"  cried  the 
girl.  "At  least,  you  are  as  brutal  toward 
yourself    as    toward    others." 

MacNair  laughed  harshly.  "I  thank 
you,"  he  said  and  staggered  out  into  the 
fire-lit  clearing.  Dully  Chloe  noticed  that 
the  Indian  who  had  been  firing  from  the 
floor  slipped  stealthily  through  the  door- 
way and,  dropping  to  his  knee,  raised  his 
rifle.  The  next  instant  the  girl's  eyes 
widened  in  horror.  The  gun  was  pointed 
squarely  at  MacNair's  back.  She  tried 
to  cry  out,  but  no  sound  came.  It 
seemed  minutes  that  the  Indian  sighted 
as  he  knelt  there  in  the  clearing.  And 
then — he  pulled  the  trigger.  There  was 
a  sharp,  metallic  click,  followed  by  a 
muttered  imprecation.  The  man  jerked 
down  the  rifle  and  reaching  into  his 
pocket,  produced  long  yellow  cartridges, 
which  he  jammed  into  the  magazine. 

The  horror  of  it!  The  diabolical  de- 
liberation of  the  man  spurred  the  girl  to 
a  fury  she  had  never  known.  In  that 
moment  her  one  thought  was  to  kill — to 
kill  with  her  hands — to  tear — and  to 
maim!  For  the  first  time  she  realized 
that  the  thing  in  her  hand  was  a  gun. 

Again  the  Indian  was  raising  his  rifle. 
The  girl  twisted  and  jerked  at  the  bolt 
of  her  own  gun.  It  was  locked.  The 
next  instant,  with  a  loud,  animal-like  cry, 
she  leaped  for  the  doorway,  trampling,  as 
she  passed,  with  a  wild,  fierce  joy  upon 
the  upturned  staring  face  of  the  dead 
Indian. 

Out  in  the  clearing  the  flames  roared 
and  crackled.  Rifles  spat.  And  before 
her  the  Indian  was  again  lining  his 
sights.  Grasping  the  heavy  rifle  by  the 
barrel,  Chlce  whirled  it  high  above  her 
and  brought  it  down  with  a  crash  upon 
the  head  of  the  kneeling  savage.  The 
man  crumpled  as  dead  men  crumple — in 
an  ugly,  twisted  heap.  Fierce,  swift  ex- 
ultation shot  through  the  girl's  brain  as 
she  stood  beside  the  formless  thing  on 
the  ground.  She  looked  up — squarely  into 
the  eyes  of  MacNair,  who  had  turned 
at  the  sound  of  her  outcry. 

"I  said  you  would  fight!"  called  the 
man.  "I  have  seen  it  in  your  eyes.  They 
are  the  eyes  of  the  man  on  the  wall." 

Then,  abruptly,  he  turned  and  disap- 
peared in  the  direction  of  the  river. 


CHAPTER  XIIL 

LAPIERRE  RETURNS  FROM  THE  SOUTH. 

WHEN  Pierre  Lapierre  left  Chloe 
Elliston's  school  after  the  comple- 
tion of  the  buildings,  he  proceeded  at 
once  to  his  own  rendezvous  on  Lac  du 
Mort. 

This  shrewdly  chosen  stronghold  was 
situated  on  a  high,  jutting  point  that  rose 
abruptly  from  the  waters  of  the  inland 
lake,  which  surrounded  it  upon  three 
sides.  The  land  side  was  protected  by 
an  enormous  black  spruce  swamp.  This 
headland  terminated  in  a  small,  rock- 
rimmed  plateau,  perhaps  three  acres  in 


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extent,  and  was  so  situated  as  to  be  prac- 
tically impregnable  against  the  attack  of 
an  ordinary  force;  the  rim-rocks  forming 
a  natural  barricade  which  reduced  the 
necessity  for  artificial  fortification  to  a 
minimum.  Across  the  neck  of  the  tiny 
peninsula  Lapierre  had  thrown  a  strong 
stockade  of  logs,  and  from  the  lake  access 
was  had  only  by  means  of  a  narrow,  one- 
man  trail  that  slanted  and  twisted  among 
the  rocks  of  the  precipitous  cliff  side. 

The  plateau  itself  was  sparsely  covered 
with  a  growth  of  stunted  spruce  and 
banskian,  which  served  as  a  screen  both 
for  the  stockade  and  the  long,  low,  fort- 
like building  of  logs,  which  was  Lapier- 
re's  main  cache  for  the  storing  of  fur, 
goods  of  barter  and  contraband  whisky. 
The  fort  was  provisioned  to  withstand  a 
siege,  and  it  was  there  that  the  crafty 
quarter-breed  had  succeeded  in  storing 
two  hundred  Mauser  rifles  and  many 
cases  of  ammunition.  Among  Lapierre's 
followers  it  was  known  as  the  "Bastile 
du  Mort."  A  safe  haven  of  refuge  for 
the  hard-pressed,  and,  in  event  of  neces- 
sity, the  one  place  in  all  the  north  where 
they  might  hope  indefinitely  to  defy  their 
own  enemies. 

The  secret  of  this  fort  had  been  well 
guarded,  and  outside  of  Lapierre's  organ- 
ized band,  but  one  man  knew  its  location 
—  and  few  even  guessed  its  existence. 
There  were  vague  rumors  about  the  Hud- 
son Bay  posts,  and  in  the  barracks  of  the 
Mounted,  that  Lapierre  maintained  such 
a  fort,  but  its  location  was  accredited  to 
one  of  the  numerous  islands  of  the  ex- 
treme western  arm  of  Great  Slave  Lake. 

Bob  MacNair  knew  of  the  fort,  and 
the  rifles,  and  the  whisky.  He  knew, 
also,  that  Lapierre  did  not  know  that  he 
knew,  and  therein,  at  the  proper  time, 
would  lie  his  advantage.  The  Hudson 
Bay  Company  had  no  vital  interest  in 
verifying  the  rumor,  nor  had  the  men  of 
the  Mounted,  for  as  yet  Lapierre  had  suc- 
ceeded in  avoiding  suspicion  except  in  the 
minds  of  a  very  few.  And  these  few, 
realizing  that  if  Lapierre  was  an  outlaw, 
he  was  by  far  the  shrewdest  and  most 
dangerous  outlaw  with  whom  they  had 
ever  been  called  upon  to  deal,  were  very 
careful  to  keep  their  suspicions  to  them- 
selves, until  such  time  as  they  could  catch 
him  with  the  goods — after  that  would 
come  the  business  of  tracking  him  to  his 
lair.  And  they  knew  to  a  certainty  that 
the  men  would  not  be  wanting  who  could 
do  this — no  matter  how  shrewdly  that 
lair  was  concealed. 

UPON   arriving  at  Lac  du  Mort,  La- 
pierre ordered  the  canoemen  to  load 
the  fur,  proceed  at  once  to  the 
mouth    of    the    Slave    River, 
transfer  it  to  the  scows,  and 
immediately    start    upon    the 
track-line    journey    to    Atha- 
basca    Landing.       His     own 
canoe    he    loaded    with    rifles 
and  ammunition,  and  return- 
ed to   the   Yellow   Knife.     It 
was    then    he    learned    that 
Chloe  had  gone  to  Snare  Lake,  and  while 
he  little  relished  the  incursion  into  Mac- 
Nair's  domain,  he  secreted  the  rifles  in 
the  storehouse  and  set  out  forthwith  to 
overtake  her.     Despite  the  fact  that  he 
knew  the  girl  to  be  strongly  prejudiced 
against  MacNair,  Lapierre  ha;l  no  wish 
for  her  to  see  his  colony  in  its  normal  con- 
dition of  peace  and  properity.     And  so, 
pushing  his  canoemen  to  the  limit  of  their 
endurance,  he  overtook  her  as  she  talked 


with  MacNair  by  the  side  of  his  mother's 
grave. 

Creeping  noiselessly  through  the  scrub 
to  the  very  edge  of  the  tiny  clearing,  La- 
pierre satisfied  himself  that  MacNair  was 
unattended  by  his  Indians.  The  man's 
back  was  turned  toward  him,  and  the 
quarter-breed  noticed  that,  as  he  talked, 
he  leaned  upon  his  rifle.  It  was  a  chance 
in  a  thousand.  Never  before  had  he 
caught  MacNair  unprepared  —  and  the 
man's  blood  would  be  upon  his  own  head. 
Drawing  the  revolver  fi'om  its  holster,  he 
timed  his  movements  to  the  fraction  of  a 
second;  and  deliberately  snapped  a  twig. 
MacNair  whirled  like  a  flash,  and  La- 
pierre fired.  His  bullet  went  an  inch  too 
high,  and  when  Chloe  insisted  upon  carry- 
ing the  wounded  man  to  the  school,  La- 
pierre could   but  feebly  protest. 

The  journey  down  the  Yellow  Knife 
was  a  nightmare  for  the  quarter-breed, 
who  momentarily  expected  an  attack 
from  MacNair's  Indians.  Upon  their 
safe  arrival,  however,  his  black  eyes  glit- 
tered wickedly — at  last  MacNair  was  his. 
Fate  had  played  directly  into  his  hands. 
He  knew  the  attack  was  inevitable,  and 
during  the  excitement — well,  Lefroy 
could  be  trusted  to  attend  to  MacNair. 
With  the  rifles  in  the  storehouse,  Mac- 
Nair's Indians  would  be  beaten  back,  and 
in  the  event  of  an  investigation  by  the 
Mounted,  the  responsibility  would  be  laid 
at  MacNair's  door.  But  of  that  Mac- 
Nair would  never  know,  for  MacNair 
would  have  passed  beyond. 

Knowing  that  the  vengeance  of  Mac- 


rae man  crum- 
pled up  in  an  ugly 
twisted  heap.  The 
girl  looked  up. 


Nair's  Indians  would  not  be  long  delayed, 
Lapierre  determined  to  be  well  away  from 
the  Yellow  Knife  when  the  attack  came. 
However,  he  had  no  wish  to  leave  with- 
out first  assuring  himself  that  the  shoot- 
ing of  MacNair  stood  justified  in  the  eyes 
of  the  girl,  and  to  that  end  he  had  called 
upon  her  in  her  cottage. 

Then  it  was  that  chance  seemed  to  of- 
fer a  safe  and  certain  means  of  putting 
MacNair  away,  and  he  dropped  the  poi- 
sonous antiseptic  tablets  into  the  medi- 
cine, only  to  have  his  plan  frustrated  by 
the  unexpected  presence  of  Big  Lena.  He 
was  not  sure  that  the  woman  had  seen 
his  action.  But  he  took  no  chances,  and 
with  an  apparent  awkward  movement  of 
his  hat,  destroyed  the  evidence,  sought 
out  Lefroy,  who  had  already  been  warn- 
ed of  the  impending  attack,  and  ordered 
him  "to  place  three  or  four  of  his  most 
dependable  Indians  in  the  cottage,  with 
instructions  not  only  to  protect  Chloe, 
but  to  kill  MacNair. 

Then  he  hastened  southward  to  over- 
take his  scowmen,  who  were  toiling  at 
the  track-lines  somewhere  among  the  tur- 
bulent rapids  of  the  Slave.  And  indeed 
there  was  need  of  haste.  The  summer 
was  well  advanced.  Six  hundred  miles  of 
track-line  and  portage  lay  between  Great 
Slave  Lake  and  Athabasca  Landing.  And 
if  he  was  to  return  with  the  many  scow- 
loads  of  supplies  for  Chloe  Elliston's 
store  before  the  water-ways  became  ice- 
locked,  he  had  not  a  day  not  an  hour  to 
lose. 

At  Point  Brulee  he  overtook  the  fur- 
laden  scows,  and  at  Smith  Landing  an  In- 
dian runner  reported  the  result  of  the 
fight,  and  the  escape  of  MacNair.  La- 
pierre smothered  his  rage,  and  with 
twenty  men  at  the  track-line  of  each 
scow,  bored  his  way  southward. 

A  MONTH  later  the  gaunt,  hard-bit- 
-^*-  ten  outfit  tied  up  at  the  landing.  La- 
pierre disposed  of  his  fur,  purchased  the 
supplies,  and  within  a  week  the  outfit 
was  again  upon  the  river. 

At  the  mouth  of  La  Biche  a  half-dozen 
burlapped  pieces  were  removed  from  a 
cache  in,  a  thicket  of  balsam  and  added 
to  the  outfit.  And  at  Fort  Chippewayan 
the  scows  with  their  contents  were  ex- 
amined by  two  officers  of  the  Mounted, 
and  allowed  to  proceed  on  their  way. 

On  the  Yellow  Knife  Chloe  Elliston 
anxiously  awaited  Lapierre's  return. 
Under  Lefroy's  supervision  the  dormi- 
tories had  been  rebuilt,  and  a  few  sorry- 
looking,  one-room  cabins  erected,  which 
families  of  Indians  occupied. 

Through  the  long  days  of  the  late  sum- 
mer and  early  fall,  Indians  had  passed 
and  repassed  uport  the  river,  and  always, 
in  answer  to  the  girl's  questioning,  they 
spoke  of  the  brutality  of  MacNair.     Of 
how  men  were  made  to  work  from  day- 
'  light  to  dark  in  his  mines.     Of  the 
fact  that  no  matter  how  hard  they 
worked,   they   were   always   in    his 
debt.        They    told    how    he    plied 
them  with  whisky,  and  the  hunger 
and  misery  of  the  women  and  child- 
ren.     All     this    the    girl     learned 
through    her    interpreter,    Lefroy; 
and  not  a  few  of  these 
Indians      remained     to 
take  up  their  abode  in 
dormitories    or    cabins, 
until    the    little    settle- 
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The  Menace  of  Canadian  Titles 

With  a  Brief  Discussion  of  Imperialism 

By  Joseph  Martin 

,  Ex-Premier  of  British  Columbia  and  Member  of  the  British  House. 


Editor's  Note. — Recently  Mr.  Martin, 
who  is  one  of  the  most  picturesque  figures 
that  Canadian  politics  evolved  and  who 
now  sits  in  the  British  House  of  Commons 
for  the  district  of  St.  Pancras,  introduced 
a  motion  of  protest  against  the  methods 
of  creating  titles  in  Canada.  It  was  de- 
bated in  the  House,  but  the  cabled  de- 
spatches covering  the  matter  were  scanty. 
It  was  suggested  to  Mr.  Martin  by  the 
editor  that  he  make  use  of  the  national 
magazine  to  tell  the  people  of  Canada 
why  he  objects  to  the  granting  of  titles. 
He  has  complied,  stating  his  reasons  in 
the  accompanying  article. 

THE  recent  appointment  of 
three  Canadians  to  the 
House  of  Lords  marks  a 
new  departure  in  the  relations 
between  the  British  Government 
and  Canada.'  The  rebellion  of 
1837,  Lord  Durham's  mission  to 
Canada  and  his  famous  report 
and  the  constitutional  changes  which 
took  place  in  consequence  of  that  report 
put  an  end  to  the  Government  of  Canada 
from  Downing  Street  forever  as  has  been 
often  said.  But  let  us  not  be  too  sure 
of  that. 

An  agitation  has  been  carried  on  for 
many  years  by  a  small  group  of  political 
agitators  both  in  Canada  and  in  the  Unit- 
ed Kingdom.  The  object  of  this  agitation 
has  been  to  establish  a  great  Imperial 
Government  with  its  centre  at  London, 
and  for  such  a  purpose  it  would  be  ab- 
solutely necessary  to  altogether  destroy 
or  seriously  impair  the  complete  self  gov- 
ernment which  Canada  and  the  other 
Dominions  now  enjoy. 

The  present  British  Empire  has 
grown  up  naturally  without  the  interven- 
tion of  any  directing  power.  As  from 
time  to  time  conditions  became  bad  in 
various  parts  of  the  United  Kingdom  the 
more  adventurous  of  her  population  went 
forth  and  formed  British  settlements  in 
almost  every  part  of  the  globe.  These 
sturdy  Colonists  ca'  ried  with  them  across 
the  seas,  British  iJeas  of  freedom  and 
liberty  as  a  part  of  the  heritage  derived 
from  their  ancestors.  The  policy  of  the 
home  Government  towards  these  Colonial 
settlements  however  was  one  long  history 
of  blunders — or  worse.  Australia  was 
ruined  for  generations  by  making  it  a 
penal  settlement.  The  administration  of 
Canada  was  a  blot  on  the  British  nation. 
In  every  case,  apparently,  the  supposed 
interests  of  the  British  Isles  in  connec-. 
tion  with  its  Colonies  always  had  the 
first  place.  This  policy  culminated  in  the 
revolt  of  some  of  the  North  American 
Colonies. 

SINCE  that  time  a  new  and  enlightened 
policy  of  Colonial  Government  has 
gradually  made  its  way  until  when  the 
present  war  broke  out  on  August  4th, 
1914,  there  were  in  existence  the  great 
Dominions  of  Canada,  Australia,  New 
Zealand,    South   Africa   and   Newfound- 


land, each  enjoying  as  large  a  measure  of 
self  government  as  the  United  Kingdom. 
The  people  in  these  Dominions  were  hap- 
py and  contented  and  their  conduct  in 
connection  with  the  war  showed  how  thor- 
oughly loyal  they  were  to  the  British 
Crown.  T'hey  were  under  no  Imperial 
rule.  No  laws  existed  which  entitled  the 
Mother  Country  to  call  upon  any  of  them 
either  for  money  or  for  men  with  which 
to  fight  the  war. 

The  policy  of  giving  to  each  Dominion 
complete  autonomy  was  thus  put  to  a 
supreme  test,  with  the  wonderful  results 
shown.  But  now  the  advocates  of  Im- 
perial Federation  come  forward  and  bold- 
ly assert  that  the  logical  result  of  what 
has  occurred  is  that  the  whole  system 
should  be  destroyed,  and  that  the  British 
Empire  must  become  an  Empire  in  real- 


Joseph  Martin,  M.P. 


ity  as  well  as  in  name.  We  must  draw 
the  bonds  of  union  closer,  they  say,  so 
that  we  may  be  prepared  for  the  next 
great  war  and  so  that  we  may  live  apart 
from  the  rest  of  the  world.  Our  present 
condition  is  a  union  of  a  loose  kind.  It 
hardly  deserves  the  name  of  Empire  be- 
cause there  is  no  power  of  compulsion 
behind  it.  It  is,  however,  a  union  of 
hearts  and  the  present  crisis  has  shown 
that  cohesion  and  strength  lies  behind  a 
union  of  that  kind. 

The  only  logical  outcome  of  such  an 
Empire  as  these  agitators  desire  to  foist 
upon  us  is  an  Imperial  Par- 
liament, Representative  of  all 
these  Dominions  and  of  the 
United  Kingdom,  and  accord- 
ing to  the  latest  theories  of 
India  also. 

In  such  a  parliament  the 
Canadian  people  would  be  in 
a  hopeless  minority,  at  any 
rate  until  a  long  time  after 
the  death  of  all  living  Canadians.  It  is 
idle  to  suppose  that  this  Imperial  Parlia- 
ment would  be  different  from  other  Par- 
liaments, the  majority  would  necessarily 
rule.  A  question  primarily  affecting 
Canada  would  have  to  be  discussed  and 
decided  from  the  standpoint  of  the  whole 
Empire.  The  protests  of  the  Canadian 
representatives  would  avail  nothing, 
except  so  far  as  they  might  be  used  in  a 
log-rolling  way  to  perpetrate  some  in- 
iquity on  some  other  part  of  the  Empire. 

IN  this  state  of  affairs  the  creation  of 
Canadian  Peers  is  a  momentous  epis- 
ode, and  is  an  indication  of  the  kind  of 
influence  that  would  be  brought  to  bear 
upon  the  representatives  of  the  different 
Dominions  in  the  Imperial  Parliament. 

What  satisfaction  would  it  be  to  the 
Canadian  people  should  it  happen  that 
some  measure  were  passed  by  the  Imper- 
ial Parliament  unfavorable  to  the  best  in- 
terests of  Canada  to  find  their  represent- 
atives in  this  parliament  who  had  sup- 
ported the  measure,  comfortably  seated 
later  on  in  the  Gilt  Chamber? 

A  pamphlet  circulated  among  mem- 
bers of  the  House  of  Commons  here 
contained  a  reprint  of  a  large  number  of 
articles  from  Canadian  newspapers,  cri- 
ticising the  appointment  of  these  Can- 
adian peers.  It  is  rather  unfortunate 
that  a  great  many  of  these  articles  treat- 
ed the  matter  as  more  or  less  of  a  joke. 
A  meeting  of  grain  growers  in  Toronto 
attended  by  400  delegates  passed  a  re- 
solution declaring  that  in  their  opinion 
every  man  who  reached  the  age  of  30 
without  having  been  convicted  of  chicken 
stealing  should  ipso  facto  become  a  Peer. 

TMPORTANT'as  this  new  stage  in  our 
A  constitutional  relations  may  be,  it  is: 
difficult  to  know  who  is  responsible.  Were 
the  three  gentlemen  in  question  appoint- 
ed on  the  recommendation  of  Sir  Robert 
Borden  and  his  cabinet,  or  did  the  recom- 
mendation come  from  the  Governor  Gen- 


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29 


eral  apart  from  the  advice  of  his  Minis- 
ters, or  was  the  appointment  made  in 
London  without  reference  to  Canada,  and 
if  so  on  what  basis  were  the  noble  Peers 
selected?  What  were  the  qualifications 
which  Sir  Max  Aitkin,  for  instance,  pos- 
sessed? Was  his  appointment  intended 
as  an  honor  to  the  Canadian  people?  If 
so  on  what  ground?  Or  was  it  intended 
as  an  honor  to  him  personally,  because 
he  had  succeeded  in  amassing  a  huge 
fortune. 

No  doubt  sooner  or  later  there  will  be 
a  general  election  in  Canada  and  when 


that  event  occurs  it  is  to  be  hoped  that 
both  the  great  parties  will  be  forced  to 
declare  their  position  on  this  important 
matter. 

A  SHORT  time  ago  General  Smuts 
made  a  great  speech  in  London,  in 
the  course  of  which  he  protested  against 
the  use  of  the  word  "Empire"  as  a  desig- 
nation of  our  great  country.  He  pointed 
out  that  in  no  sense  did  that  term  indi- 
cate the  nature  of  our  government. 
Would  it  not  be  well  to  discard  the  use 
of   the   term    British    Empire   and    sub- 


stitute in  its  place,  the  British  Alliance, 
the  British  Sovereignty,  the  British  Do- 
minions or  the  British  Dominion  or  some- 
thing similar? 

In  future  issues  vnll  appear  other 
articles  on  Imperial  topics  from  well- 
knoiun  men,  treating  the  broadest 
subjects  from,  various  angles.  Cana- 
dians are  beginning  to  give  thought 
to  Inter-Imperial  problems,  and  the 
articles  in  MacLean's  ivill  be  of  the 
greatest  interest. — The  Editor. 


A  Canadian  Who  Speaks  Out 

By  Beatrice  Redpath 


*»rTp 


HE  entire  assembly  went 
wild  over  the  impassioned 
oratory  of  the  Rev.  Chas. 
A.  Eaton,  of  the  Madison  Ave. 
Baptist  Church,  who  took  the  bull 
of  Peace-at-any-price  Neutrality 
by  the  horns  and  branded  him 
with  red  hot  irons." 

In  the  days  before  Uncle  Sam 
lined  himself  up  with  the  Allied 
cause,  it  was  customary  to  find 
phrases  such  as  the  above  in  New 
York  papers;  for  Dr.  Eaton,  Can- 
adian-born and  fiery  in  his  de- 
nunciation of  Teutonic  tendencies, 
was  one  of  .the  most  outspoken 
men  in  the  domain  of  the  Eagle. 
Always  a  well-known  figure  in 
New  York  through  the  power  of 
his  pulpit  oratory,  Dr.  Eaton's 
advocacy  of  war  made  him  a 
marked  figure.  He  lived  in  a 
storm  centre  of  debate. 

Dr.  Eaton  was  born  in  Nova 
Scotia.  The  old  Eaton  home- 
stead is  in  Massachusetts  and 
there  have  been  Batons  living 
there  as  far  back  as  1640,  but  the 
father  of  Dr.  Eaton  came  from 
Massachusetts  to  take  possession 
of  the  land  of  the  expelled  Acad- 
ians.  His  boyhood  was  not  by  any 
means  one  which  was  simply  given 
over  to  pleasure.  His  father  hav- 
ing lost  a  great  deal  of  money  he 
commenced  his  struggle  with  life 
at  an  early  age.  At  fourteen  he 
was  driving  a  dray,  later  he  even 
shovelled  gravel  on  a  railroad;  in 
fact  he  did  any  and  every  kind  of 
woi'k  that  he  could  obtain. 

He  prepared  for  college  in  the 
Academy  at  Amherst.  At  that 
time  he  intended  to  be  a  lawyer,  so 
he  entered  the  office  of  the  At- 
torney-General for  Canada,  but  changed 
his  mind  and  decided  to  enter  the  min- 
istry instead. 

WHILE  at  college,  through  which  he 
worked  his  way,  and  during  his 
freshman  year  he  was  asked  to  preach 
at  a  little  church  close  to  the  college 
which  promised  him  the  munificent  sum 
of  two  dollars  and  a  half  a  sermon.  In 
his  first  sermon  Dr.  Eaton  felt  that  he 
had  so  much  to  say  and  he  became  so 
eloquent  that  he  pronounced  all  of  his 
views,  all  of  his  opinions;  and  the  fol- 


F^S 

Dr.  Charles  A  Eaton,  who  preaclied 
the  Allied  caicse  from  the  pulpit 
of     a     great     New     York     church. 

lowing  Sunday  he  found  himself  without 
an  idea  to  express  when  he  ascended  the 
pulpit.  Consequently  the  church  mem- 
bers sent  down  to  the  college  to  complain 
that  he  couldn't  preach  and  would  they 
send  someone  else  to  take  his  place? 

"So,"  laughs  Dr.  Eaton  in  relating 
this  story,  "so  I  lost  my  first  appoint- 
ment." 

When  he  was  twenty-seven  he  became 
pastor  of  the  Bloor  Street  Baptist 
Church,  Toronto,  where  he  had  quite  a 
remarkable  pastorate.  At  this  time  he 
also  became  associated  with  the  Toronto 


Globe,  working  on  the  editorial 
staff.  At  one  time  he  went  abroad 
as  a  special  correspondent  for  the 
Globe.  Dr.  Eaton  was  often  urged 
to  enter  politics,  being  famed  as  an 
eloquent  speaker,  but  he  never 
hesitated  in  following  the  way 
that  he  had  chosen. 

Later  he  went  to  Cleveland 
where  he  was  pastor  of  the  church 
that  John  D.  Rockefeller  has  at- 
tended since  a  boy  of  fourteen.  He 
had  an  enormous  and  wealthy  con- 
gregation here  and  was  known 
throughout  Cleveland  especially 
as  the  newsboys'  pastor.  Dr. 
Eaton  will  tell  how  the  newsboys 
would  conflict  among  themselves 
to  be  the  one  to  supply  him  with 
papers,  refusing  to  be  paid. 

From  Cleveland  he  went  to  New 
York  where  he  has  become  a  pub- 
lic favorite  and  more  prominent 
perhaps  than  any  other  preacher 
of  the  gospel. 


A^ 


BOUT  a  year  ago  Dr.  Eaton 
felt  under  obligation  to  make 
some  contribution  to  the  spiritual 
awakening  that  had  grown  out  of 
the  war  and  some  discussion  arose 
in  the  church  concerning  his  opin- 
ions on  this  subject.  He  promptly 
resigned,  but  the  church  immedi- 
ately called  a  meeting  and  voted 
out  of  office  all  those  who  objected 
to  his  public  activities,  refusing 
to  accept  his  resignation  and  giv- 
ing him  absolute  freedom  to  ex- 
press his  ideas. 

Dr.   Eaton  is  intensely   radical 
and   democratic   and   broadly   de- 
clares that  there  is  no  aristocracy 
save  that  of  brain  and  character. 
For    fifteen  years    he    has     been 
associated     with     perhaps     the     richest 
and  most  influential  men  in  the  world  and 
he  is  noted  for  never  having  hesitated  to 
express  his  views. 

As  President  of  the  Canadian  Society 
he  has  accomplished  much  in  the  way  of 
interpreting  Canada  to  the  United  States. 
Dr.  Eaton  believes  that  the  future  of  the 
Empire  and  the  United  States  is  one  and 
that  their  destiny  lies  together.  Canada 
he  thinks  will  be  the  bond  of  reconcilia- 
tion between  the  Empire  and  the  Repub- 
lic. 


Nee-sho-tah  stared  at  the  blackened 
remains  for  a  moment  and  then 
burst    into    a    torrent    of    Ojibway. 


Twilight  Loans  His  Eyes 

An  Unusual  and  Exciting  Detective  Story 
By  Kathrene  and  Robert  E.  Pinkerton 

Mr.  Pinkerton  wrote  "The  Print  of  the  French  Heel"  and  "The  Frost  Girl." 


B 


UT  you're  not  even  sure  Camsell 
is  dead,"  protested  Twilight  Jack. 
"No,"  admitted  Policeman 
Lochrie,  "I  can't  prove  it.  Not  yet.  But 
I'm  as  certain  of  it,  Jack,  as  I  ever  could 
be.  And  that's  one'reason  I'm  taking 
Leckie  with  me.  When  he's  right  there 
where  the  cabin  burned,  and  where  he  and 
Camsell  lived  together  since  last  fall, 
he'll  step  on  his  own  toes  or  break  down 
and  confess.  He's  a  weak  sister  and  what 
he  needs  is  the  third  degree." 

"Yes,  he  is  sort  of  weak,"  agreed  the 
trapper.  "That's  one  reason  I  feel  sorry 
for  him.  And  I  don't  know  anything 
about  degrees.  But  there's  this  much 
about  it,  Wallie.  No  man  ever  did  any- 
thing in  the  bush  without  leaving  a  mark 
somewhere.  It  might  be  only  one  little 
thing  you'd  hardly  notice,  but  it's  always 
there,  if  you  can  find  it." 

"That's  the  reason  I  want  you  to  go 
along,"  Lochrie  hastened  to  say.  "I 
don't  care  if  you  do  feel  sorry  for  the  lad 
and  side  with  him.  You've  got  eyes. 
Jack,  and  you'll  probably  see  that  one 
little  thing  where  I  might  miss  it." 

"All  right.  I'll  go  if  you'll  let  the  lad 
come  in  my  canoe  and  you  and  Hogan 
take  the  other  and  keep  far  enough  ahead 
so  I  can  talk  to  him  quiet  like." 


Illustrated    by    Dudley   Ward 

The  Provincial  Policeman  glanced 
quickly  at  the  woodsman,  sudden  suspi- 
cion in  his  eyes.  But  he  turned  immedi- 
ately to  the  lake,  angry  because  of  his 
own  lack  of  faith. 

"Sure,  Jack,"  he  agreed.  "Dave  and 
I'll  start  on  ahead." 

AS  they  paddled  down  the  lake  on  the 
shore  of  which  the  trapper  lived,  and 
the  name  of  which  he  had  been  given  so 
long  before  no  one  knew  any  other.  Twi- 
light lagged  behind  until  Lochrie  and 
Hogan  were  several  hundred  yards  in  the 
lead. 

"It's  the  best  time  of  the  year  in  the 
bush,  now,  with  no  flies  and  these  cold 
nights,"  said  the  trapper  merely  in  an 
attempt  to  be  sociable. 

"There's  no  time  when  I  like  the  bush!" 
exclaimed  Leckie  fiercely  as  he  turned  to 
Twilight.  "I  hate  it,  everything  about 
it!" 

"That's  because  you  don't  see  it  right, 
that's  all,"  replied  Twilight  soothingly. 
"This  business  has  turned  you  against 
it." 

"It  would  anyone,"  retorted  the  young 
man,  "accusing  a  fellow  of  something  he 
never  did." 

He    had    stopped    paddling  and    was 


looking  at  the  man  in  the  stern.  Roy 
Leckie  was  not,  at  first  glance,  what 
Lochrie  had  called  a  "weak  sister."  A 
young  man  of  twenty-four  or  twenty- 
five,  of  no  pronounced  characteristics  of 
any  sort,  he  was  of  the  type  that  passes 
unnoticed  in  a  group  of  five  or  six.  It 
was  only  after  a  longer  acquaintance 
that  his  willingness  to  agree  to  any 
statement,  his  lack  of  initiative  and  reli- 
ance, marked  him  for  the  youth  who  is 
easily  led,  easily  influenced.  The  type 
is  found  everywhere.  Viciousness  is  not 
natural  to  them.  Rather  they  have  a 
neutral  attitude  toward  all  things,  em- 
bracing what  is  easiest  or  most  oppor- 
tune. 

Perhaps  it  is  this  very  absence  of  moral 
strength  which  sometimes  appeals  to  the 
sympathies  of  stronger  natures,  though 
more  often  it  arouses  suspicion  and  con- 
tempt. That  this  last  had  been  true  in 
Leckie's  case  became  evident  from  the 
story  which  Twilight  proceeded  to  draw 
from  him. 

"I  woke  up  in  the  night  and  the  cabin 
was  on  fire,"  he  said.  "It  must  have 
been  burning  quite  a  while.  Ben  wasn't 
in  the  bunk  with  me.  I  always  slept  on 
the  inside  and  I  would  have  felt  him  when 
r  got  out.    I  went  all  over  the  cabin,  call- 


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31 


ing  to  him  and  feeling,  and  I'm  sure  he 
wasn't  inside.  Even  with  the  smoke  it 
was  light  enough  to  see  with  the  fire  go- 
ing that  way." 

"Was  Ben  there  when  you  went  to 
bed?"   asked   Twilight. 

"Yes.  He  always  stayed  up  nights, 
sitting  there  smoking.  He  was  that 
night,  and  I  don't  remember  his  coming 
to  bed.  It  must  have  been  after  midnight 
when  the  cabin  burned  down  because  it 
wasn't  such  a  long  time  before  daylight." 

"You  and  Ben  didn't  have  any  trou- 
ble?" 

"No."  And  there  was  an  obstinate 
tone  in  his  voice. 

Twilight  ignored  it  and  paddled  stead- 
ily for  a  time. 

"When  did  the  cabin  burn?"  he  asked 
after  an  interval. 

"Ten   days  before  the   ice   went  out." 

"Why  didn't  you  come  over  to  my  place 
and  stay?" 

"That's  the  first  thing  I  thought  of, 
and  I  tried  to.  But  the  ice  was  gone  in 
the  narrows  and  I  couldn't  get  across.  I 
tried  to  get  to  Nee-sho-tah's  wigwam,  too, 
but  I  couldn't  make  it.  The  ice  got  rot- 
ten fast  after  that  and  I  waited  until  it 
was  all  gone.  I'd  have  starved  if  we  had- 
n't had  some  moose  meat  hanging  in  the 
brush.  When  the  ice  was  gone  I  pad- 
dled in  to  Abiwin  as  quick  as  I  could  and 
told  them  about  the  cabin  burning  and 


Ben  being  missing.  I  told  Dave  Hogan 
and  he  sent  for  the  police." 

He  had  been  paddling  as  he  spoke,  but 
he  turned  suddenly  toward  the  stern  and 
demanded  querulously: 

"Why  do  they  pick  on  me  this  way? 
I  never  hurt  Ben.  What  would  I  want  to 
kill  him  for  It  aint  fair.  I  neyer  had 
a  chance.  Ben  hung  around  town  and 
made  everybody  like  him.  He  was  that 
kind.  I  couldn't  do  it.  And  then  when 
I  came  out  without  him  and  told  the 
truth  about  the  cabin  burning  they  all 
said  I  killed  him.  You  go  out  to  the 
cabin  and  you'll  see  I'm  telling  the  truth. 
There  isn't  a  single  thing  they  can  prove 
on  me.  They  can't  hold  me  for  it,  can 
they.  Twilight?" 

"You  and  Ben  been  trapping  together 
ever  since  you  moved  into  Carley  Boyle's 
old  shack  last  fall,  haven't  you?"  asked 
the  woodsman  without  regard  for  the 
other's  question. 

"Yes,  we've  trapped  all  winter." 

Again  he  looked  quickly  at  Twilight, 
but  the  trapper  was  watching  Lochrie 
and  Hogan  disembark  at  the  portage. 

WHEN  they  had  crossed  to  the  next 
lake  Twilight  skilfully  turned  Ho- 
gan aside  and  into  his  own  canoe,  leaving 
Leckie  to  the  policeman.  Again  he  lag- 
ged behind  until  out  of  earshot. 

"What  do  you  know  about  this,  Dave?" 
he  asked  at  last. 


"Well,  Twilight,"  the  storekeeper  be- 
gan, "you  know  how  it  is.  When  a  man 
dies  in  the  bush  it's  some  strange  way. 
If  a  man  comes  out  and  leaves  his  part- 
ner and  tells  a  story  about  his  being 
drowned  or  burned  up  or  shot  accidental 
there's  always  a  doubt  about  it.  Ordin- 
arily I  .wouldn't  do  anything,  but  this 
case  was  so  different  I  wired  the  police 
at  Port  Arthur." 

"How  different?" 

"Well,  the  last  of  the  winter  Camsell 
told  me  he  and  Leckie  didn't  get  on  well 
together.  The  last  time  they  came  out 
before  break-up  they  weren't  speaking- 
to  each  other  when  they  were  in  the  store. 
Camsell  told  me  he'd  be  glad  when  bear 
trapping  was  over  so  he  could  quit  him. 
ITo  said  he'd  quit  then  only  he  never  went 
back  on  a  partner  yet." 

"That's  not  anything,  Dave.  Lots  of 
fellows  get  huffy  after  living  alone  to- 
gether a  long  time." 

"I  know  it,  but  that  isn't  all.  Camsell 
was  awful  anxious  to  get  a  letter  that  last 
time  he  was  in.  Said  he  came  in  pur- 
pose for  it  and  had  me  look  through  all 
the  mail  in  the  store  to  make  sure  it 
wasn't  there.  He  said  he'd  be  in  the  first 
day  the  ice  was  out  because  it  was  im- 
portant. Now  if  he  wanted  that  letter 
so  bad,  wouldn't  you  think  it  was  funny 
if  his  partner  showed  up  alone  with  a 
story  about  the  shack  burning  down  and 
Camsell   disappearing,    especially    after 


"They   can't   hold  me   for   it,    can  they,  Twilight?"  he  asked. 


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what  he'd  told  me  about  having  trouble 
with  Leckie?" 

"No  one  ever  accused  you  of  not  doing 
the  tiling  you  thought  was  right,  Dave," 
was  the  answer.  "And  you  never  forget 
anything  you  ever  see  or  hear,  either. 
I'll  paddle  a  minute  and  you  take  out 
that  pencil  in  your  vest  pocket  and  write 
down  all  the  fur  Camsell  and  Leckie  sold 
you  last  winter." 

Hogan  did  as  he  was  told,  reciting  the 
items  as  he  made  notes  of  them. 

"Now  you  put  it  in  your  pocket  and 
keep  it,"  said  Twilight.  "It  may  come 
in  handy,  and  maybe  it  won't." 

Hogan  did  not  ask  why  because  it  was 
not  his  habit  to  ask  questions.  He  had, 
also,  an  implicit  faith  in  Twilight  Jack 
and  he  resumed  his  paddling  in  silence. 

ANOTHER  hour  and  they  drew  in  to 
a  point  on  the  east  shore  of  the  lake. 
Still  far  out,  they  saw  the  black  square 
where  the  cabin  had  stood  and  near  it 
the  brush  lean-to  in  which  Leckie  had 
lived  while  he  waited  for  the  ice  to  go 
out.  The  two  canoes  struck  the  sand  to- 
gether and  all  four  men  stepped  out. 

"Dave,"  commanded  the  policeman, 
"you  stay  here  with  Leckie  while  Twi- 
light and  I  have  a  look  first." 

"I'm  not  thinking  we'll  find  much,  if 
anything,"  he  whispered  to  the  trapper 
as  they  stopped  beside  the  ruins  of  the 
cabin.  "He  was  here  ten  days,  according 
to  his  story,  and  he  had  time  to  cover  up 
his  tracks  pretty  well.  But  we  may  find 
something,  that  one  little  thing  you  told 
about,  and  anywhow  we  can  make  him 
believe  we  did  and  he'll  fess  up  or  catch 
himself  somehow." 

"Seems  to  me  you've  got  to  prove 
Camsell  is  dead  first,"  objected  Twilight. 

"May  be  we  can,  but  I  doubt  it.  If 
Leckie  killed  Camsell  before  break-up  he 
put  the  body  through  the  ice  somewhere 
and  fixed  it  so  it  wouldn't  come  up.  I'm 
going  to  dig  'round  in  the  cabin  though, 
and  make  believe  I  found  something." 

TWILIGHT  did  noi  speak  again  but 
began  to  make  circles  about  the 
place,  each  a  little  larger  than  the  pre- 
ceding one.  At  last  one  took  him  into  the 
brush  and  he  did  not  return  for  fifteen 
minutes.  When  at  last  he  appeared  at 
the  edge  of  the  clearing  he  called  to 
Lochrie.  The  policeman  joined  him  and 
Twilight  led  the  way  toward  the  base  of 
a  steep,  high  hill.  There  was  no  trail 
through  the  thick  brush,  no  sign  that  any- 
one had  been  there.  But  the  trapper 
climbed  up  and  up,  the  policeman  scram- 
bling at  his  heels,  until  they  were  halt- 
ed suddenly  by  a  wall  of  rock  that  hung 
far  out  over  their  heads. 

"What  you  found  up  here?"  panted 
Lochrie  as  he  looked  along  the  ledge  on 
which  they  were  standing.  "You  can't 
go  any  farther." 

Twilight  had  stopped  before  a  deeper 
recess  beneath  the  cliff  and  merely  nod- 
ded his  head  toward  it.  Lochrie  joined 
him  to  stare  in  perplexity  at  the  dry  mass 
of  leaves  and  refuse  gathered  beneath 
the  rock  and  out  of  the  reach  of  rain  and 
snow.  Suddenly  he  went  down  on  his 
knees  and  began  to  paw  at  the  leaves. 

"Wait!"  exclaimed  Twilight  as  he 
grasped  the  other's  shoulder  and  pulled 
him  back.  "Go  at  it  easy,  Wallie.  I  saw 
someone  had  been  here  after  the  snow 
went  off  this  south  hillside.  They  came 
this  far,  and  I  saw  that's  where  they  stop- 
ped.   But  I  didn't  find  out  why  they  come. 


We'll  go  at  this  careful  and  may  be  we 
can  see." 

"They?"  demanded  Lochrie.  "You 
mean  both  of  them?" 

"Ben  Camsell  was  wearing  a  new  pair 
of  rubbers,  rubbers  with  heels,  when  he 
was  at  my  place  about  three  weeks  before 
break-up.  There's  his  tracks  in  the  dust. 
You  can  see  the  new  creases  in  the  bot- 
toms of  the  rubbers  plain.  The  lad  is 
wearing  an  old  pair  of  rubber  stags  that 
looks  as  though  they  had'  been  lying  out 
all  winter.  Probably  something  he  pick- 
ed up  after  the  cabin  burned  down.  Here's 
his  tracks,"  and  he  pointed  to  another 
place  in  the  dust  beneath  the  rock. 

When  he  had  finished  speaking  Twi- 
light began  to  lift  the  leaves  carefully 
from  the  pile  that  lay  at  the  back  of  the 
recess.  He  spent  ten  minutes  at  the  task, 
picking  up  the  leaves  one  at  a  time  and 
making  every  effort  not  to  disturb  any- 
thing beneath. 

"This  is  a  place  no  one  would  ever  come 
to,  up  on  this  steep  hill  under  this  rock," 
he  said  as  he  removed  the  last  of  the 
leaves  and  twigs.  "But  both  those  fel- 
lows was  here.  That  looks  to  me  like 
they  had  a  reason  for  coming.  It  might 
help  to  find  out  what  it  was." 

As  he  finished  he  settled  back  upon  his 
heels  and  looked  at  the  place  he  had  clear- 
ed. 

"Those  leaves  wasn't  drifted  in  by  the 
wind,"  he  said  as  he  examined  the  dust 
of  dry  vegetable  matter,  the  accumulation 
of  many  years.  "That's  why  I  dug  into 
them.  It  looked  like  something  might 
have  been  hid  there,  and  now  I'm  sure 
of  it." 

Lochrie,  who  had  been  bending  eagerly 
over  his  shoulder,  went  down  to  his  hands 
and  knees  beside  the  trapper. 

"There  was  something  cached  here!" 
he  exclaimed.    "A  box  of  some  sort!" 

"It  looks  to  me,"  added  Twilight  after 
a  close  study,  "like  one  of  those  tin  boxes 
they  use  for  keeping  money  and  papers. 
Dave  keeps  his  money  in  one  at  the  store, 
only  this  was  bigger." 

"It  was  a  cash  box!"  Lochrie  corrobor- 
ated with  growing  excitement.  "A  big 
one." 

He  jumped  to  his  feet  suddenly  and 
grasped  the  trapper's  shoulder. 

"We've  got  it!"  he  cried.  "We've  got 
the  reason,  and  we've  got  the  thing  that 
will  bring  Leckie  to  time.  They  had 
something  hid  up  here,  something  valu- 
able, and  that's  the  reason  Leckie  killed 
Camsell,  so  he  could  get  it  all." 

TWILIGHT  refused  to  share  the  en- 
thusiasm of  the  other.  Instead  he 
searched  carefully  the  entire  length  of 
the  ledge,  turning  over  leaves,  lifting 
them  carefully. 

"May  be,"  he  admitted  at  last,  "only 
I  can't  find  a  place  where  one  stepped  on 
the  other's  trail.  That  might  prove  some- 
thing, knowing  which  one  came  last." 

"Never  mind,"  was  the  jubilant  an- 
swer. "When  I  spring  that  cash  box  on 
Leckie  he'll  tell  us.  He'll  think  we  know 
a  lot  more.  This  is  the  one  little  thing. 
Twilight.  I  knew  I  needed  your  eyes  on 
this  job.     How  did  you  find  it?" 

"I  was  circling  around  and  saw  where 
someone  started  to  climb  the  hill  about 
the  time  the  frost  was  out  of  the  ground 
two  or  three  inches  and  the  mud  slipped 
between  the  frozen  part  and  the  foot. 
That  would  have  been  about  ten  days  be- 
fore the  ice  went  out,  on  a  south  hill  side. 
I  wondered  what  anyone  would  be 
coming  up  here  for  and  came  along  to 


find   out.     But  there's   another   thing   I 
want  to  show  you,  Wallie." 

He  led  the  way  down  the  hill  nearly  to 
the  edge  of  the  clearing  and  then  turned 
off  toward  the  east  up  a  gentle  rise  that 
led  away  from  the  lake  and  into  the  thick 
growth.  In  a  brush-filled  open  he  stopped 
and  pointed.  Lochrie  looked  closely,  both 
at  the  brush  and  at  the  ground.  Then  he 
laughed. 

"Moose,  Twilight,"  he  said.  "You're 
wrong  this  time.  What  would  a  man 
want  to  come  through  here  for  when  there 
is  a  good  trail  a  little  farther  south?" 

"Yes,  that's  Charley  Boyle's  old  trap- 
ping trail,  running  across  to  the  narrows 
east  of  here.    But  look  here  again,  Wal-  . 
lie." 

The  policeman  studied  the  brush  more 
carefully.  Most  evidently  something  had 
crashed  through.  But,  as  he  had  said,  it 
looked  more  like  a  moose  than  anything 
else,  though  there  were  no  tracks  on  the 
hard  ground.  Other  signs  of  moose,  most 
of  them  recent-,  had  been  abundant,  and 
he  was  about  to  turn  away  when  he  start- 
ed forward  suddenly. 

"I  see!"  he  exclaimed.  "You're  worse 
than  an  Indian,  Jack!  A  moose  might 
have  broken  off  that  dry  snag  like  that 
as  well  as  a  man,  but  he  wouldn't  have 
carried  the  piece  he  broke  off  ten  feet 
and  then  dropped  it.  But  which  one  went 
through  here  and  where  was  he  going?" 

"I  don't  know  but  I'm  going  on  and  see 
.  if  I  can't  find  out,"  answered  Twilight. 
"Some  men  have  a  habit  of  doing  that 
when  they're  walking  through  the  brush, 
breaking  off  branches  and  carrying  them 
a  few  steps  and  then  dropping  them. 
May  bo  this  fellow  did  it  again." 

"You  go  on  and  I'll  go  back,"  said 
Lochrie.  "I've  been  thinking.  Jack,  since 
we  found  out  about  that  tin  box  they  hid 
up  there  on  the  hill,  that  it's  a  certain 
case  against  Leckie,  only  I've  been  over- 
looking something.  I  figured  at  first  he'd 
never  burn  the  cabin  to  hide  Camsell's 
body,  but  that  he  burned  it  only  to  hide 
any  signs  of  a  fight  and  to  help  out  his 
own  story.  But  now  I'm  going  back  there 
and  dig  around  in  those  ashes." 

TWILIGHT  went  on  along  the  trail 
he  had  discovered  on  one  of  his  widen- 
ing circles  about  the  burned  cabin.  It 
was  a  difficult  trail  to  follow.  Only  occa- 
sionally was  there  a  bit  of  broken  brush 
or  the  soft  top  of  a  rotten  windfall 
crumpled  beneath  a  foot.  Moose  had  been 
plentiful  and  had  added  to  his  difficulty, 
but  finally  he  emerged  on  the  shore  of  the 
lake  around  a  long  point  from  the  cabin 
and  at  a  place  where  a  narrow  sti'etch  of 
water  connected  it  with  another  lake 
farther  east. 

On  the  shore  Twilight  searched  care- 
fully for  a  time  and  then  carried  two 
cedar  windfalls  to  the  water,  lashed  them 
together  with  green  brush  and  two  cross 
pieces  and,  with  the  aid  of  the  wind  and 
a  pole,  crossed  to  the  other  side. 

There  his  search  was  resumed  and  at 
last  he  started  on  eastward  along  the 
shore,  directly  away  from  the  burned 
cabin.  For  two  miles  he  made  his  way 
over  ridges,  through  thick  brush,  across 
swamps  and  around  a  couple  of  small 
lakes,  coming  finally  to  the  bank  of  the 
river.  Up  this  he  went  for  half  a  mile 
to  stop  at  a  little  open  space  in  the  center 
of  which  was  a  birchbark  wigwam. 

Dogs  had   announced   hij  .coming  and 
an  old  Indian  was  waiting  in  the  door 
when   the   trapper    appeared.      Twilig-ht 
.     Continued  on  page  73. 


Id   c\othe.s 


Wearing  oJcl   c 
at  Qo-Ylome.  Bay 


Frenzied  Fiction  for 
the  Dog  Days 

(Done  by  the  Dipperful) 

By  Stephen  Leacock 

Author  of  "Further  Foolishness,"  "Moonbeams  of  the  Larger  Lunacy,"  etc. 
Illustrated    by   C.    W.   J  e  f  f  r  y  s 


or  new  ones  at  th 
Koya]  /Aujkoka 


e 


CVilff^-fPv^ 


THESE  are  the  Dog  Days.  It  is 
too  hot  to  read.  It  is  too  hot  even 
to  write.  It  is  almost  too  hot  for 
the  magazine  staff  to  draw  their  pay. 
But  not  quite. 

Yet  at  the  same  time  there  is  a  persis- 
tent, if  artificial,  demand  for  reading 
matter.  The  reading  public  is  now  be- 
taking itself  to  the  country,  to  the  lakes 
and  to  the  woods.  It  is  out  camping  in 
Algonquin  Park,  it  is  summering  in  the 
Thousand  Islands  or  simmering  at  Scar- 
boro,  wearing  old  clothes  at  Gohome  Bay 
or  new  ones  at  the  Royal  Muskoka.  And 
wherever  it  goes  it  insists  on  taking  its 
magazines  with  it.  It  cannot  do  without 
them.  How  else  could  it  light  a  fire  at  a 
picnic,  paper  the  bedroom  of  a  bungalow 
or  stop  the  leaks  in  a  canoe? 

This  demand  then  has  got  to  be  met. 
There  is  great  need  for  summer  fiction 
and  yet  nobody  wants  to  be  bothered  with 
actually  reading  the  magazines  in  this 
awful  heat.  I  have,  therefore,  suggested 
to  the  Editor  of  MacLean's  that  he 
should  let  me  find  a  way  out  of  this 
dilemma.  With  his  consent  I  present 
herewith  a  Magazine  in  Miniaturp  suit- 
able for  the  Dog  Days.  It  contains  all 
the  usual  parts  and  items  of  the  best 
magazines,  or  at  least  as  much  of  them 
as  any  reasonable  person  would  want  to 
read  in  AWFUL  AUGUST. 

I  don't  mind  admitting  that  most,  if 
not  all,  of  the  stuff  is  stolen.  In  fact,  I 
may  as  well  indicate  straight  out  in  each 
case  where  it  comes  from. 

Let  us  begin  then  with  the  first  item, 
the  Great  Summer  Serial.  The  scene  of 
this  has  to  be  laid  in  Italy.  So  we  will 
call  it  The  Vendetta  of  the  Vendiglia. 
This  title  gives  the  summer  reader  the 
chance  to  call  out  from  his  hammock,  to 

his   sister,  "Say,  Agnes,  what  the  

does   vendetta   mean?" 

HOWEVER,  here  it  is,  or  the  few  lines 
of  it  that  are  enough  for  the  hot 
weather.  The  full  original  text  can  be 
found,  any  month,  in  the  Petropolitan,  or 


in  Somebody's,  or  Anybody's  or  any  other 
of  the  popular  magazines. 

THE  VENDETTA  OF  THE 
VENDIGLIA. 

Chapter   LLLXXXXVVIII.     Ring   Two. 

Synopsis  of  Preceding  Chapters.  Pas- 
qualo  Pasqualo,  a  condottiere,  is  in 
reality  a  noble  scion  of  the  house  of  Ver- 
micelli, but  is  unaware  of  his  own  birth. 
He  has  fallen  madly  in  love  with  Teresa 
della 

[There,  that's  all  the  synopsis  of  any 
story  that  anybody  needs.  His  name  is 
Pasqualo,  and  hers  is  Teresa.  Now  we 
begin.] 

"Zitto!"  exclaimed  Teresa  between  her 
closed  teeth.    "Zitto!    Hush!" 

She  took  Pasqualo  by  the  hand  and  led 
him  down  the  dark  passagio  till  their 
further  progress  was  stopped  by  a  barred 
door.     "Harko!"  she  said.    "Listen!" 

The  condottiere  leaned  forward  in  an 
attentive  attitude,  his  head  against  the 
door,  his  ear  intent,  his  eye  bright,  his 
body    alert,   his   mind   active,   his   whole 


being  tense — and  the  rest  of  him  on  the 
qui  Vive. 


THERE!  He's  on  the  qui  vive;  let  us 
leave  him  there!  "That's  enough, 
more  than  enough.  Nobody  could  want 
to  read  more  of  a  Summer  Serial  than 
that.  Nobody  ever  does.  What  they 
do  is  to  take  the  serial  out  to  a  hammock 
for  a  long  afternoon's  read  and  fall  asleep 
over  the  first  page.  Or  take  it  in  a  canoe 
to  be  read  aloud  in  some  sheltered  place 
under  the  deep  foliage  that  lines  a 
river's  bank.  Such  at  least  is  the  pro- 
posal by  an  idle  man  in  flannels  to  a  dis- 
tracting girl.  But  not  a  line  of  it  do 
they  read ;  or  at  best  the  little  scrap  above 
will  amply  sufRce.  It  will  set  them  talk- 
ing about  the  characters  of  Pasqualo  and 
Teresa  and  from  that  they  can  drift  off 
into  talking  of  their  own  characters,  hers 
and  his;  and  the  magazine  has  done  its 
work  and  is  needed  no  more. 

But  after  all  some  people  do  read,  more 
or  less,  seriously  in  the  summer.  On  a 
wet  day  especially — let  us  say  in  a  wooden 
house  in  Muskoka,  or  on  the  side  veran- 
dah of  a  hotel,  in  a  corner  well  out  of  the 
wind — there  are  always  women  reading. 
And  they  prefer  best  to  read  something 
about  men  and  women,  their  one  topic  of 
interest.  And  they  like  it  best  if  has  a 
dash  of  spite  in  it  against  the  men.  Even 
they  don't  need  very  much  as  they  are 
constantly  interrupted  and  only  too  will- 
ing to  quit  if  some  one  says  "Bridge." 

Here  is  our  sample  of  what  they  need, 
taken  almost  verbally  from  the  pages  61 
the  Ladies  Own  Journal,  and  Woman's 
Some  Companion  and  such. 

HOW  I  NEARLY  LOST  MY 
HUSBAND. 

(Continued,  apparently,  from  somewhere 
in  the  middle.) 

Well,  from  that  time  on  the  miserable 
conviction  began  to  dawn  upon  my  mind 
that  John  was  drinking.  I  don't  mean 
to  say  that  he  was  drunk,  or  that  he  was 
cruel  to  me.  It  was  not  that.  It  showed 
itself  in  small  things.  He  would  come  up 
to  breakfast  looking  fagged  and  heavy 
as  if  he  had  not  slept  well.  I  say  "up" 
because  by  this  time  John,  like  any  other 
well  trained  husband  such  as  those,  no 
doubt,  of  countless  of  my  readers,  slept  in 
the  cellar.  But  I  would  notice  often  as  he 
brought  up  the  coal  to  light  the  fire  in 
my  bedroom  in  the  morning  that  his  hand 
shook  and  the  scuttle  rattled^.  He  en- 
deavored to  pass  it  off  by  saying  that  it 
was  the  cold  in  the  cellar  that  made  his 
hand  shake;  but  I  knew  better.  Especi- 
ally  as   Fido   had   always   slept   in   the 


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cellar,  at  any  rate  in  the  milder  weather, 
till  I  had  given  him  a  little  rug  at  the 
foot  of  my  bed. 

But  I  began  to  notice  in  John,  as  I  say, 
especially  in  the  morning  while  he  was 
moving  about  the  house  getting  my 
breakfast  before  going  out  to  his  work, 
signs  of  sullenness  that  I  could  only  con- 
nect with  drinking.  At  times  he  broke 
out  into  bursts  of  temper.  Once  when 
he  accidentally  burnt  his  finfeer  at  the 
electric  stove  in  making  my  toast,  he  let 
the  toast  fall,  in  a  fit  of  demoniacal  rage 
— I  can  onlv, call  it  so —  and  said:  "Gee! 
I've  burnt"  myself!"  "John!"  I  said. 
"How  can  you!  How  dare  you!  How 
wicked  of  you  to  give  way  like  that!"  I 
think  he  saw  by  my  sobs  how  deeply  I 
was  bruised  and  for  a  day  or  so  things 
were  better. 

Then  the  old  troubles  began  again. 
Often  in  the  evenings  instead  of  staying 
quietly  in  his  own  den  he  would  wander 
into  the  house  in  a  queer,  restless  way. 
I  should  say  that  I  had  fitted  John  up  a 
den,  out  in  the  coal  shed,  so  that  he  could 
have  a  place  where  he  could  smoke  in  the 
evenings.  Once  we  heard  him — by  we, 
I  mean  my  mother  and  I  and  two  lady 
friends  who  were  with  us  that  evening — 
apparently  moving  about  in  the  pantry. 
I  should  explain  that  we  were  in  the  up- 
stairs sitting  room  playing  cards. 

"John!"  I  called  down.    "Is  that  you?" 

"Yes,  Emily,"  he  answered  —  quietly 
enough,  I  admit. 

"What  are  you  doing  there?"  I  asked. 

"Looking  for  something  to  eat,"  he 
answered. 

"John,"  I  said,  "you  are  forgetting 
what  is  due  to  me  as  your  wife.  You 
were  fed  at  six.    Go  back  to  your  den." 

We  heard  him  groan,  but  he  went. 

These  little  signs  kept  multiplying. 
What  could  be  the  cause? 

Sometimes  I  felt  as  if  John's  love  for 


me  was  dwindling.  I  asked 
myself,  what  is  the  matter? 
Is  it  that  I  am  doing  too  much 
for  him?  Do  I  make  myself 
too  cheap?  Perhaps  I  am  let- 
ing  my  heart  run  away  with 
my  head! 

I  thought  it  all  over,  wear- 
ily enough,  and  went  over  to 
myself  all  the  things  that  I 
had  done,  vainly  as  it  seemed 
now,  to  hold  John's  love.  I 
had  kept  him  in  at  nights.  I 
had  stopped  his  playing  cards. 
I  had  cut  his  smoking  down 
to  four  cigarettes  a  week. 

What  more  could  there  be? 
What  else  could  I  cut  off? 
And  if  the  only  result  was  to 
be  that  John  has  started 
drinking 

ENOUGH!  The  reader  has 
fallen  asleep,  but  would 
admit  before  doing  so  that 
one  page  of  this  sort  of  thing 
is  as  good  as  fifty.     Better. 

That  is  quite  as  much  pure 
fiction  as  the  reader  ever  at- 
tempts to  read.  For  the  other 
stories  nothing  is  needed  ex- 
cept the  title  and  one  or  two 
opening  sentences.  The  read- 
er looks  at  them,  shudders, 
and  passes  on. 

Thus,  the  i  n  e  v  it  a  b  1  e 
French-Canadian  story.  Let 
us  call  it. 


L'ANGE  GARDIEN  DU  PETITE 
MARIE. 

[Quite  so,  it  ought  to  be  "de  la."  But 
it  isn't.] 

It  begins  like  this: 

On  the  threshold  of  the  fermerie.  Mere 
Floquet — for  every  one  in  Le  Petit  Anse 


ELvei'y    7"eader 
with    a  ^'puncl:i 


likes  an 
m  it. 


Sirticle 


called  her  ^nere  Floquet — kneeled  idly 
scrubbing  the  steps  like  the  bonne  mena- 
gere  that  she  was.  On  the  opposite  side 
of  the  long  rue  that  ran  through  the  vil- 
lage, the  horloge  of  the  presbytere  had 
just  struck  three  o'clock. 

"Trois  heures!"  murmured  Mere  Flo- 


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quet  to  herself,  as  she  counted  the  chim- 
iriK  strokes. 

[Well  done,  Mere  Floquet.  Lucky  it 
wasn't  eleven.] 

BUT,  as  I  say,  no  one  needs  more  than 
that  on  a  summer  afternoon. 

Next! 

Let  me  see.  After  that  we  have  to 
supply  our  readers  with  something  a 
little  more  solid.  Something  with  facts 
sticking  out  in  it  like  plums  in  a  cake. 
Facts  and  what  has  come  to  be  called 
"punch."  Every  reader  likes  an  article 
with  a  "punch"  in  it.  Tell  a  thing  to  a 
modern  reader  in  a  quiet  gentlemanly 
fashion  and  he  is  bored  to  death.  What 
he  likes  is  to  have  it  "punched"  into  him. 
So  we  have  to  insert  an  article,  at  least 
one,  dealing  with  some  kind  of  facts,  big 
ones,  noisy  ones — some  subject  such  as, 
shall  we  say,  the  grain  crop  of  Canada. 
Only  it  musn't  be  called  that.  It  has  to 
be  labelled 

JOHlSfNY  CANUCK'S  BREAD 
BASKET. 

The  article  should,  properly  speaking, 

be  written  by  Miss  Ag but,  no,  let  us 

not  mention  names.  We'll  have  to 
write  it  ourselves.  And  in  the  summer 
time  a  very  little  of  it  will  do.  It  has  to 
run  like  this: 

A  million  cars  a  month!  Think  of  it. 
With  thirty  billion  bushels  of  grain  in 
them!  Set  them  end  to  end  and  they 
reach  from  Toronto  to  Talahassee!  Mul- 
tiply them  by  a  million  and  they  will 
reach  over  the  same  distance  a  million 
times!  Imagine  it?  You  can't!  Ha! 
Then  imagine,  if  you  dare,  the  whole  of 
this  boundless  crop  loaded  in  a  single  oil 
steamer,  on  a  single  afternoon! 

[Ha!  That  beat  you!  Then  quit 
reading.] 

THERE  is  practically  nothing  needed 
now  to  complete  the  miniature  maga- 
zine, except  a  few  loose  columns  of 
"Hearth  and  Home"  stuff,  useful  hints, 
that  would  be  of  inestimable  benefit  if 
one  could  remember  them  overnight.  We 
will  head  up  this  column 

HOME  HINTS  FOR  THE  SUMMER 
BUNGALOW 

and  will  put  in  just  one  sample  of  what  is 
needed. 

HOW  TO  LIGHT  A  FIRE  IN  FIVE 
MINUTES. 

Take  an  old  newspaper.  Select  one 
that  is  thoroughly  dry,  such  as — but  it 
would  be  unfair  to  mention.  Crumple  the 
sheets  well  and  sprinkle  freely  with  kero- 
sene. Lay  the  paper  in  the  fireplace,  or 
stove,  with  the  kerosene  spots  turned  to- 
wards the  sun,  or  moon.  Get  a  basketful 
of  dry  pine  shavings — they  may  be  had 
at  any  carpenter's — and  heap  them  up 
on  the  paper.  Wet  the  shavings  with 
kerosene.  Then  get  an  armful  of  old 
dry  pine  shingles  and,  with  a  knife,  split 
each  one  into  four.  Lay  the  shingles 
carefully  on  the  shavings  in  layers,  across 
and  across.  Sprinkle  freely  with  gun- 
powder and  lay  two  large  sticks  of  dyna- 
mite across  the  top. 

Then  touch  a  match  to  the  kerosened 
paper  at  the  bottom. 

That  fire — so  you  would  at  least  think 
— will  light. 

But  if  you  think  so  it  only  shows  that 
you  have  never  been  out  camping,  or  sum- 
mering,   among   the    northern    lakes    of 


"Lookinc^  for   J^omethino'    to 


this,  our  beautiful  country,  after  three 
days'  rain.  That  fire  will  not  light.  Try 
it.  The  match  will  flare  up  feebly,  the 
kerosene  will  flicker  into  a  little  flame 
and  go  out,  the  gunpowder  will  give  a 
feeble  sizzle  and  send  out  a  little  wet 
smoke,  then  a  large  drop  of  rain  will  fall 
through  the  roof  of  your  tent  or  bungalow 
and  the  whole  thing  will  go  out  with  a 
biff. 

Except  perhaps  the  dynamite.  That 
might  explode  all  right.  But  try  it,  try  it. 
The  only  way  is  to  try  it. 

EVEN  in  a  summer  magazine,  it  is  just 
as  well  to  end  up  with  a  few  answers 
to  correspondents.  These  are  easily  pro- 
vided for.  The  Editor  merely  looks  up 
something  in  an  encyclopedia  and  then 
writes  a  letter  to  himself  to  find  out  about 
it.     We  might  arrange  it  thus: 

QUERIES  AND  ANSWERS. 

To  the  Editor. — I  am  most  anxious  to 
find  out  the  relation  of  the  earth's  dia- 
meter to  its  circumference.     Can  you,  or 
any  of  your  readers,  assist  me  in  it? 
Yours,  etc.,  , 

Careworn  Mother. 

Answer.— The  earth's  circumference  is 
estimated  to  be  three  decimal  one  four 


one  five  nine  of  its  diameter,  a  fixed  re- 
lation indicated  by  the  Greek  letter  pi.  If 
you  like  we  will  tell  you  what  pi  is.  Shall 
we? 

Yours,  etc.. 

Editor. 

On  the  other  hand  real  questions  some- 
times come  in  to  be  answered,  which  prove 
embarrassing  to  the  uninitiated.  To  a 
trained  editor  they  give  no  trouble.  Here 
is  one  that  happened  to  be  sent  in  while 
this  very  article  was  being  prepared. 

Editor,  Queries  and  Answers, 

Dear  Sir. — Can  you,  will  you,  tell  me 
what  is  the  Sanjak  of  Novi  Bazar? 
Yours, 

Brink  of  Suicide. 

Answer. — The  Sanjak  of  Novi  Bazar 
is  bounded  on  the  north  by  its  northern 
frontier,  cold  and  cheerless,  and  covered 
during  the  winter  with  deep  snow.  The 
east  of  the  Sanjak  occupies  a  more  east- 
erly position.  Here  the  sun  rises — at 
first  slowly,  but  gathering  speed  as  it 
goes.  After  having  traversed  the  entire 
width  of  the  whole  Sanjak,  the  magnifi- 
cent orbi  slowly  and  regretfully  sinks  into 
the  west.  On  the  south,  where  the  soil 
is  more  fertile  and  where  the  land  begins 
to  be  worth  occupying,  the  Sanjak  is,  or 
will  be,  bounded  by  the  British  Empire. 


The  Captain  of  the  Susan  Drew 

A  Story  of  the  Sea  in  Two  Parts 

By  Jack  London 

Author  of  "Jerry"  "Burning  Daylight,"  "The  Little  Lady  of  the  Great  House,"  etc. 
Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards 


PART  II 

MRS  GIFFORD  and  Patty  heard 
the  skipper's  heavy  tread  on  the 
companion  ladder,  and  in  trepida- 
tion awaited  his  appearance  on  deck.  In- 
stead of  an  explosion,  all  he  was  guilty  of 
was  a  long  stare  across  the  sea,  cul- 
minating in  a  woe-begone:  "Oh,  dear,  oh, 
dear!" 

"He  would  have  been  forty-eight 
years  old,  had  he  lived,"  Mrs.  Gifford  was 
telling  Temple  Harrison. 

Most  of  the  party  of  survivors  were  sit- 
ting on  the  lee  of  the  poop,  in  the  shady 
down-draught  of  the  big  mainsail. 

"Who  would?"  Captain  Decker  de- 
manded with  his  wonted  rudeness,  as  he 
stood  in  the  nerve-stabbing  sunshine,  sex- 
tant in  hand,  taking  a  meridian  observa- 
tion. 

"My  husband,"  Mrs.  Gifford  answered. 

The  skipper  proceeded  at  once  to  dom- 
inate the  conversation. 

"How  old  d'ye  think  I  am?" 

Nobody  displayed  interest,  though  Wil- 
lie, on  hands  and  knees,  scrubbing  paint- 
work, favored  his  persecutor  with  a  glare 
of  hatred. 

"I  am  eighteen  years  old,  madam,"  the 
skipper  continued.  He  struck  his  chest 
with  emphasis.  "I — me — this  man  you 
see  before  you,  for  a  fact,  has  lived 
eighteen  years." 

"You  must  have  been  born  mangrown," 
Sedley  Brown  observed. 

"I  was,  and  with  whiskers,  sir,  and  a 
moustache.  I  never  had  a  father  or 
mother.  I  was  born,  a  man,  in  a  ship's 
fo'c's'le." 

"How  did  you  get  your  name,  then?" 

"From  the  ship's  papers.  There  it  was, 
in  black  and  white.  Bill  Decker — me.  The 
first  thing  I  did  after  I  was  born " 

"Was  to  wipe  up  the  forecastle  with  the 
crew,"  Harrison  interpolated. 

"On  the  contrary,  sir!  The  crew  wiped 
up  the  fo'c's'le  with  me.  I  was  the  will- 
ingest  fighter  you  ever  saw;  but  I  didn't 
know  how.  They  licked  me  singly 
and  by  twos  and  threes;  but  they  couldn't 
keep  a  good  man  down.  I  wouldn't  stay 
licked.  If  a  man  batted  an  eye,  I  reached 
for  him.  Oh,  they  licked  me!  But  I 
kept  learnin'  the  curves  while  they  were 
doing  it;  and  before  the  voyage  was  over 
I  was  cock  of  the  fo'c's'le.  I  licked  every 
man  jack,  both  bosuns,  and  the  pre- 
venter carpenter.  I  licked  the  second 
mate  for'ard  of  the  'midship  house  the  last 
night  before  we  made  Liverpool.  And 
when  we  got  ashore  an'  paid  off,  I  caught 
the  first  mate  in  an  alley  in  sailor-town. 
They  carted  what  was  left  of  him  to  the 
hospital.  He  was  never  the  same  man 
again.  A  broken  wreck,  madam !  His  sea 
days  was  over,  and  he  was  shipped  to 
'Snug  Harbor'." 

Captain  Decker  detected  a  shudder  on 
Mrs.  Gifford's  part. 


"And  proud  of  it,  madam!"  he  thun- 
dered.   "Proud  of  it!" 

"But  what  is  the  joke,  Captain  Deck- 
er?" Patty  asked. 

"It  ain't  a  joke.  It's  facts.  I  first 
opened  my  eyes  in  this  world  in  the 
fo'c's'le  of  the  Ermyntrude,  eighteen 
years  ago.  That's  how  old  I  am — eighteen 
years.  And  I  fought  my  way  up.  When 
I  was  one  year  old,  I  was  bosun.  Before 
I  was  two,  I  was  second  mate.  By  Utie 
time  I  was  three,  I  was  mate,  an'  a  proper 
bucko  at  that " 

He  broke  off  abruptly.  His  seaman's 
eye,  mechanically  roving  the  sea-rim  had 
alighted  upon  something. 

"Sail  hoi"  he  cried.  "Where's  that 
lookout?  Two  points  on  the  weather  bow, 
there!  I'll  attend  to  this  case.  Flat 
Nose,  you!  Take  the  glasses  up  to  the 
cross-trees  and  see  what  you  can  make  of 
it" 


VII. 

AFTER  dinner,  the  same  day,  the  sur- 
vivors of  the  Mingalia  were  not  per- 
mitted to  come  on  deck.  They  remained 
in  the  cabin  through  long,  stifling  hours, 
while  they  listened  to  boats  coming  along- 
side, to  strange  voices  on  deck,  and  to  the 
varied  noises  that  carried  the  tale  of 
cargo  being  broken  out  and  hoisted  over- 
side. The  opium  was  being  transhipped. 
Willie,  who  had  been  released  from  his 
paint-scrubbing  and  sent  below,  reported 
no  less  than  four  small  schooners  and 
sloops  which  he  had  seen  bearing  down  on 
the  Sttsan  Dreiv. 

No  meal  was  served  that  evening,  and 
the  prisoners  panted  and  went  hungry  in 
the  narrow  cabin.  By  eleven  o'clock  the 
transfer  of  the  opium  was  completed,  and 
they  could  hear  the  Captain  roaring  out 
his  orders  as  he  put  sail  on  his  vessel. 
Then  he  came  below,  poured  himself  a 
tumbler  of  Scotch,  and  drank  it  neat. 

"It's  all  right  now,"  he  said.  "You  can 
go  on  deck  if  you  want.  The  cook  is 
making  coffee,  and  the  cabin-boy  will  set 
a  cold  snack  of  canned  goods." 

"Where  are  you  taking  us  to- now!" 
Mrs.  Gifford  demanded. 

Captain  Decker  divided  a  pondering 
gaze  between  her  and  the  bottle  of 
Scotch;  then,  silently  repeated  his  half- 
tumbler  dose.  Never  was  his  voice  more 
like  a  coffee-grinder. 

"I  don't  know,  madam.  I'm  runnin' 
westward  across  the  Pacific,  and  I'll  drop 
you  somewhere.  You  see,  there's  too 
many  of  you  to  swear  to  any  secret. 
You've  got  to  stay  with  me,  till  all  the 
opium  is  distributed  and  safe.  I'm  not 
stuck  on  your  company.  I  run  to  blondes, 
as  I  told  you  before.  But  it's  business. 
That  cargo's  got  to  be  made  safe.  Now,  if 
you  was  a  blonde •" 

He  ceased  speaking  and  stared  at  Mrs. 
Gifford  steadily  and  long,  to  that  lady's 
great  discomfiture.     His  expression  was 


trance-like,  and  he  seemed  dreaming  far 
dreams.  A  curious  light  began  to  glow  in 
his  eyes;  while  a  grin,  unthinkably  sig- 
nificant to  them,  curled  across  his  mouth. 
Still  seemingly  in  a  trance,  he  reached 
forth  his  dirty  hand  and  in  playful  fash- 
ion touched  her  on  the  shoulder. 

"I  got  you,"  he  said.    "Tag!  you're  it." 

He  returned  to  himself  with  startling 
suddenness,    and    recoiled    from   her. 

"Why,  damn  it  all !  You  ain't  a  blonde, 
are  you?"  A  step  brought  him  to  a 
chair,  into  which  he  sank  burying  his 
face  in  his  hands  and  moaning:  "Oh,  dear, 
oh,  dear!" 

"Faugh!"  Mrs.  Gifford  enunciated  in 
disgust,  not  unmixed  with  trepidation. 

"The  brute  is  drunk,"  Temple  Harrison 
explained  to  Patty. 

VIII. 

T  N  THE  days  that  followed,  while  the 
A  Susan  Drew  ran  before  the  Northeast 
Trades,  Captain  Decker's  ways  did  not 
mend.  His  hands  and  nails  were  grimed 
with  tar  and  paint,  ground  in  by  his  in- 
veterate pull  and  haul  on  sheet  and  hal- 
yard. He  devoured  prunes  in  the  same 
magnificent  manner,  interrupted  conver- 
sations, bullied  Flat  Nose,  rope's-ended 
Willie,  and  drank  his  half-tumblers  of 
Scotch.  With  each  drink,  the  vastness 
and  voluminousness  of  his  huskiness  in- 
creased. His  trance-like  gazes  at  Mrs. 
Gifford  continued.  His  protestations  of 
dislike  for  brunettes  did  not  diminish. 
And  often  he  would  bury  his  face  in  his 
hands  and  moan:   "Oh,  dear,  oh,  dear!" 

Worst  of  all  was  his  persecution  of  Mrs. 
Gifford.  He  seemed  drawn  to  her  con- 
tinually, and  continually  he  recoiled  from 
her.  Patty  was  tearfully  apprehensive. 
Temple  Harrison  consoled  her.  And  Sed- 
ley Brown  grew  more  than  mildly  jealous. 
They  were  in  18  deg.  north  and  166  deg. 
west,  and  Captain  Decker  was  talking  of 
running  them  to  the  south  and  west  and 
landing  them  at  some  outlying  trading 
station  of  New  Britain  or  New  Ireland, 
when  occurred  a  strange  incomprehens- 
able  happening  that  gave  them  all  pause 
for  thought. 

It  was  at  dinner.  The  conversation  had 
been  upon  occult  matters,  and  a  general 
disbelief  had  been  expressed  concerning 
such  phenomena  as  telepathy  and  clair- 
voyance. 

"The  content  of  consciousness  is  experi- 
ence," Temple  Harrison  was  saying. 
"There  is  no  discussion  about  the  exist- 
ence of  the  sub-conscious  mind.  But  it 
has  never  been  demonstrated  that  the  sub- 
conscious mind  has  known  anything  out- 
side experience — outside  the  content  of 
consciousness,  I  mean,  which  is  experi- 
ence.   Therefore,  it  is  impossible " 

HE  CEASED,  for  he  had  lost  the  at- 
tention of  his  listeners.  Captain 
Decker  had  begun  to  eat  prunes,  and  they 
were  watching  him  with  the  old,  never- 


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failing  fascination.  He  had  received  an 
unusually  large  serving,  and  was  heroic- 
ally emptying  the  saucer.  His  cheeks 
bulged  more  and  more  with  the  pouched 
pits,  while  his  jaws  chewed,  and  the  spoon 
moved  back  and  forth.  Also,  he  was 
thinking;  and,  further,  he  desired  to 
speak.  His  eyes  were  rolling,  and  his  ears 
seemed  trying  to  wiggle,  so  strong  was  his 
desire.  At  last  came  the  supreme  mo- 
ment. He  bowed  his  head  over  the  saucer 
and  spat  out  a  mighty  mouthful  of  prune- 
pits;  and  then  he  glared  savagely  at 
Temple  Harrison. 

"Talky-talky-talky-talky!  That's  all 
you  know  about  it,"  were  the  skipper's 
opening  words.  "You  don't  know.  But  I 
do  know.  I  can  deliver  the  goods.  I  know 
things  outside  my  experience — things  I 
don't  know;  but  I  know  'em." 

"A  miracle  is  no  miracle  at  second 
hand,"  Temple  Harrison  retorted  patron- 


izingly. "The  drunkard's  snakes  are  real 
only  to  the  drunkard.  We  know  they  are 
not  snakes.  The  dreamer's  dream  is  real 
— to  the  dreamer,  while  he  dreams." 

."Talky-talky,  talky-talky!  Too  much 
talky  along  you,"  Captain  Decker  went  on 
explosively.  "I  know  real  things  that  I 
don't  know,  I  tell  you." 

"An  instance,  please,"  said  Sedley 
Brown. 

"All  right."  The  skipper  turned  his  eyes 
on  Mrs.  Gilford.  "Madam,  I  know  things 
about  you  that  I  have  no  right  to  know- 
that  I  don't  know.  But  I  know  'em.  Do 
you  dast  me  to  tell  'em?" 

Mrs.  Giiford's  head  was  poised  very 
high,  as  she  replied:  "I  am  sure  you  know 
nothing  about  me  that  I  am  ashamed  to 
have  told." 

"Very  well,  madam."'  Captain  Decker's 
gaze  burned  upon  her  until  it  seemed  he 
must    be    looking     right     through     her. 


"Under  your  left  shoulder-blade,  midway 
between  it  and  the  hip,  is  a  mole — ha!" 

HIS  exclamation  was  of  triompli, 
caused  by  Patty's  instant  cry  of 
alarm,  and  by  the  tell-tale  blood  mounting 
in  Mrs.  Gifford's  cheeks. 

"Now,  that  mole's  outside  by  experi- 
ence," he  continued.  "I  never  saw  it.  I 
leave  it  to  you.     Yet  I  know  it." 

"Nevertheless,  the  existence  of  the  mole 
is  not  proved,"  Sedley  Brown  observed 
dryly. 

"Madam,  have  you  that  mole?"  the  skip- 
per demanded. 

Mrs.  Gifford  disdained  reply. 

"Very  well,  then.  I'll  tell  you  some 
more.  You  have  a  corn  on  the  left  little 
toe.  Your  arms — and  I  observed  them 
when  you  came  on  board — show  no  scar 
of  vaccination.  Yet,  you  are  vaccinated. 
Continued  on  page  62 


Conscription— Behind  the  Curtain 

By  H.  F.  Gadsby 


WHEN   Premier   Borden,  some,  six 
weeks  ago,  his  chin   up   and  his 
head     bumping     the     stars,     an- 
nounced that  Canada  would  do  her  whole 
duty  by  the  men  at  the  front  and  that 
there  would  be  Selective  Conscription  for 
the  Last  Hundred  Thousand,  he  launched 
a  crisis  which  for  high   flight  and  sus- 
tained vigor  has  never  been  equalled  in 
the  annals  of  the  Canadian  Parliament. 
People  said  they  had  been  expecting  it, 
but  when  Premier  Borden  reached  up  to 
the  blue  sky,  pluck- 
ed the  thunderbolt 
and  hurled  it,  there 
was  great  surprise. 
The    thunderbolt 
had  a  long  tail  to 
i  t .        Conscription 
was  the  word,  but 
in    its    train    were 
many   feverish 
guesses.      A    coali- 
tion?    Cabinet  re- 
construction?    A  n 
extension?  A  khaki 
election   with   Que- 
bec     lined     up 
against  the  rest  of 
Canada?      Who 
knew?  The  Ottawa 
corresponde  nts 
were    as    lively    as 
ants    in    a    frying 
pan.  To  vary  Scrip- 
ture   a    little    the 
morning     and     the 
evening     (  n  e  w  s  - 
papers)     were    the 
first  day,  and  like- 
wise the  second  and 
the    third    and    the 
fourth  and  the  fifth 
and  the   sixth,  not 
to  mention  the  Sat- 
urday-night     Sun- 
days   which    were 
the  most  irrespon- 
sible of  all.    There 
was  a  new  rumor 


1 1!  u s t  r a  1 1? d    by    Lou    S  k  ii  c e 

Editor's  Note:  —  This  article  was 
prepared  before  the  vote  on  Conscription 
had  been  taken,  and  was  designed  to  give  a 
view  of  things  happening  "behind  the  cur- 
tain," to  show  how  national  questions  are 
bed-eviled  by  party  considerations.  It  has 
neither  political  motive  nor  animus,  and  is 
not  intended  as  an  argument  for  or  against 
conscription.  Certainly,  however,  it  is  an 
argument   against  partyism. 

for  breakfast  every  morning,  and  another 
for  dinner  every  night,  and  for  lunch  as 
many  as  one  liked.     It  was  a  poor  cor- 


respondent who  couldn't  make  two  cabi- 
nets a  day — good  ones  at  that. 

The  outstanding  topic  was,  of  course, 
Quebec.  How  would  she  take  it?  What 
would  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  say?  What 
race  and  creed  hatreds  wouid  the  crisis 
engender  or  revive?  Would  Quebec  be- 
come to  Canada  the  thorn  that  Ireland  is 
to  Great  Britain?  Would  it  first  split 
and  afterwards  kill  the  Liberal  party? 
Was  conscription  a  genuine  impulse  of 
Premier  Borden's  heart  or  a  party  man- 


Never  was  such  a  witches'  stew  and  from  it  each 
man   bore   away   his   reeking    goblet    of    passion. 


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oeuvre  invented 
by  the  Hon. 
Robert  Rogers? 
Was  coalition 
a  real  offer  or  a 
ruse  to  swallow 
the  Liberal 
party  and  digest 
it  so  thoroughly 
that  nothing 
would  be  left  of 
it  after  the  war 
was  over?  Who 
were  the  Liber- 
als behind  the 
coalition  talk? 
Did  they  love 
Canada  more  or 
Laurier  less? 
What  did  the  . 
Toronto  group 
aim  at — to  save 
the  Empire  or  to 
loosen  Laurier's 
clutch  on  the 
leadership? 
Who  were  the 
weak  brothers 
of  the  Liberal 
party,  inside  the 
House  or  out- 
side, who  might 
be  expected  to 
enter  a  coalition 
cabinet?  If  per- 
sonal ambition 
led  them  astray 
would  they  be 
Liberals  any 
longer?  These 
were  the  ques- 
tions one  heard 
asked  every- 
where. 

Many  jealous- 
ies were  arous- 
ed,    much     dis- 
trust, dark  suspicion.     Never  since  Con- 
federation   was     such    a    witches'    stew 
and  from  it  each  man  bore  away  his  reek- 
ing goblet  of  passion  or  motive  to  waive 
under  somebody's  nose. 

THAVE  seen  many  crises  in  my  seven- 
teen years  in  the  Press  Gallery  at  Ot- 
tawa, but  never  one  in  which  the  symp- 
toms waxed  and  waned  in  such  definite 
order.  The  crisis  passed  through  four 
stages — consternation,  agitation,  manipu- 
lation and  contemplation.  Perhaps  it 
would  be  better  to  say  that  manipulation 
and  contemplation  came  together.  A 
little  bit  of  both  and  calm  at  that.  The 
crisis  in  its  last  stage  was  not  a  crisis. 
It  was  a  game  of  checkers. 

The  first  stage  was  consternation.  The 
■consternation  was  confined  to  the  Liberal 
party.  It  had  its  root  in  the  fear  that 
annihilation  was  what  the  Borden  Gov- 
ernment had  in  its  mind  for  the  Opposi- 
tion. The  party  system  is  so  inflexible  at 
Ottawa  that  the  Members  of  Parliament 
on  both  sides  of  the  House  are  afraid  of 
an  honest  difference  of  opinion  in  the 
party  ranks.  They  are  not  accustomed  to 
shades  of  opinion  as  they  are  in  the  Par- 
liaments of  the  Old  World  where  parties 
live  by  combination  and  governments  sur- 
vive by  jumping  from  floe  to  floe  like  'Liza 
crossing  the  river  on  the  ice.  Ottawa 
does  not  favor  such  hair-raising  perform- 
ances. The  United  front  is  everything, 
and  when  the  united  front  disappears 
the  party  feels  like  a  Senator  who  has 
just  broken   his  pivot  tooth — nothing  to 


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They  were  both  weak  speeches 
.    .    .    very  thin  gruel  indeed. 

keep  the  rest  of  the  set  together.  The 
truth  this  last  crisis  conceals  is  that  a 
party  will  stretch  a  long  way  before  it 
breaks. 

Nevertheless,  when  conscription  was 
first  anhounced  the  Liberal  party  felt  like 
a  man  who  is  going  down  for  the  third 
time.  Even  now  it  feels  as  if  it  had  been 
rolled  on  a  barrel.  There  is  a  certain 
soreness  at  the  pit  of  its  stomach — the 
temporary  isolation  of  Quebec.  How- 
ever, it  has  ceased  courting  disasters  and 
is  shaking  hands  with  hope.  What  if  the 
Western  Liberals  do  vote  for  conscrip- 
tion? The  Western  Liberals  are  real 
Liberals  who  hold  themselves  free,  as 
they  have  always  done,  to  vote  according 
to  their  lights.  Independence  is  no  new 
thing  with  them.  They  are  not  the  in- 
heriters  of  the  old  feuds  of  Ontario  and 
Quebec  and  are  not  to  be  bound  by  them. 
No  matter  what  you  do  if'  your  heart  be 
true;  and  their  hearts  are  true  to  the 
Liberal  principles.  Who  is  the  greatest 
free  trader  in  Canada?  Dr.  Michael 
Clark.  And  why  shouldn't  he  vote  and 
talk  for  conscription  when  he  has  three 
sons  at  the  front? 

The  French  Liberals  of  Quebec  are 
opposed  to  conscription  and  will  vote 
against  it.  .But  so  will  the  French  Con- 
servatives of  Quebec.  It's  a  saw  off. 
Who  expected  them  to  do  anything  else? 
Their  affection  for  Great  Britain  is  of 
the  head,  not  of  the  heart.  The  heart 
goes  farther  than  the  head,  but  it's  good 
to  keep  a  head  on  one's  shoulders  not- 
withstanding. 


The  Maritime 
Province    Liber- 
als     were      not 
consternated,  so 
to    speak.    They 
are    a    rock-rib- 
bed tribe  and  it 
takes  more  than 
a      conscription 
bill  to  shift  them 
from     Sir     Wil- 
f  r  1  d      Laurier, 
The      greatest 
fright     was 
among   the    On- 
t  a  r  i  o   Liberals 
who  started  the 
coalition       talk. 
They     also     set 
afoot  the  rumor 
that  Sir  Wilfrid 
Laurier      might 
resign,     there 
being  one  or  two 
moments     when 
some    Liberals 
were  disposed  to 
regard  Sir  Wil- 
frid as  a  greater 
handicap  to  the 
party    than    he 
regarded    h  i  m- 
self.     They  also 
had     a     notion 
that    a    hint    of 
abdication 
might  scare  the 
Old     Man     into 
meeting    them 
more   than   half 
way.      But    L  e 
VieuxCoq  didn't 
turn    a    feather. 
The      White 
Plume     didn't 
even  quiver. 
S  i  r     Wilfrid 
was    not    affected    by    the    general    con- 
sternation    one     whit.       He     has      sur- 
vived many  such  crises.      At    all    events 
the    Old    Man    sat    tight.      The    purpose 
behind  that  lofty  forehead  did  not  budge. 
He  would  not  go — as  his  faithful  adher- 
ents put  it — into  a  coalition  that  would 
assimilate    the    Liberal    party    and    kill 
Laurier   with   Quebec   and   wash   all   the 
Borden  Government's  guilty  stains  away 
in    one    healing    pool    of    both    pai"ties 
troubles.    He  had  to  withstand  Liberals  of 
high  purpose  who  desired  a  coalition  for 
the  good  of  the  country  and  Liberals  of 
lower  purpose  who  wanted  a  coalition  to 
keep  them  in  their  seats  for  another  year 
— extension  being  an  admitted  corollary 
of  tlie  proposition — but  withstand  them 
he  did. 

Moreover,  he  refused  to  speak  or  vote 
for  conscription  and  thus  deliver  Quebec 
into  the  hands  of  Bourassa,  who  was 
waiting  to  pounce  upon  it  and  pass  it  over 
to  the  Conservative  party.  I  am  not  mak- 
ing an  argument  one  way  or  another.  I 
am  simply  quoting  the  arguments  of  the 
Laurier  adherents,  who  say  that  the 
psychology  of  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  is 
based  on  a  deep  conviction  that  it  is  far 
more  desirable  for  the  unity  of  Canada 
that  Quebec  should  love  him  than  that  it 
should  love  Bourassa.  In  Sir  Wilfrid 
Laurier's  mind  two  angels  fight  for  Que- 
bec —  Ormuzd,  the  angel  of  light,  and 
Ahriman,  the  dark  angel.  You  have  one 
guess  as  to  which  is  which.  Sir  Wilfrid's 
position  is  that  if  conscription  becomes 
law  Quebec's  duty  is  to  obey  the  law.    If 


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Jean  Baptiste  wields  an  axe  handle  by 
way  of  "domiciliary  resistance"  when 
the  conscripters  come  to  drag  away  his 
sons  he  does  it  against  Sir  Wilfrid's 
advice,  which  is  to  obey  the  law.  But  Sir 
Wilfrid  will  not  do  anything  to  make 
conscription  the  law. 

All  of  which  is  to  say  that  Sir  Wilfrid's 
head  was  unbowed  beneath  the  bludgeon- 
ings  of  his  followers.  They  gathered  in 
groups  to  rave  and  foam,  but  they  jumped 
quick  enough  when  he  sent  for  them  one 
by  one  to  talk  it  out  in  his  office.  This  is 
what  Sir  Wilfrid  calls  consulting  the 
party — he  makes  up  his  mind  first  and 
consults  afterwards.  He  binds  up  their 
wounds  with  kind  words  and  a  sunny 
smile  or  two.  It  is  good  medicine.  It  may 
not  cure  but  it  goes  a  long  way  to  take 
the  inflammation  out. 

OF  COURSE,  consternStion  among  the 
Liberals  had  its  antithetical  mood 
among  the  Conservatives  —  jubilation. 
Cock-a-  whoop?  Yes  —  for  almost  two 
weeks.  Here  was  the  trump  card,  the 
ace  of  hearts,  the  big  sentimental  issue 
that  would  cover  all  the  mistakes  the 
Borden  Government  had  committed  under 
the  old  flag  for  the  last  three  years  and 
unsow  all  the  seed  of  criticism  the  Liber- 
als had  sown  during  the  same  period. 
And  how  it  would  make  Quebec  roar  so 
that  her  roaring  would  be  duly  heard  and 
noted  in  the  remotest  parts  of  English- 
speaking  Canada! 

And  how  Quebec  did  roar!  Bourassa, 
low  and  deep  like  a  behemoth  with  the 
toothache;  Armand  Lavergne,  high  and 
shrill  like  an  enraged  peacock;  and  Tan- 
cred  Marcil — well,  like  Tancred  Marcil! 
And  how  many  windows  the  Laval  stu- 
dents broke !  Yes,  Quebec  roared.  In  fact 
everybody  roared  according  to  schedule. 
This  was  the  second  stage  of  the  crisis — 
agitation.  Everybody  agitated  while  the 
agitating  was  good.  The  roaring  was 
quite  up  to  expectations — and  a  little 
beyond. 

Beyond  —  there  was  the  rub !     Other 
people  joined  in  the  roaring.     Organized 
labor  roared  too — said  that  Premier  Bor- 
den had  broken  a  promise.     The  farmers 
roared   too — not   very   loud — but  audibly 
like  Bottom,  who,  as  you  remember,  roar- 
ed like  a  sucking  dove.     This  was  more 
agitation   than   had   been   bargained   for. 
Conscription     was     not, 
then,  as  popular  as  the 
cheers    in   caucus   would 
indicate.     Agitation  was 
all  right,  but  these  labor 
fellows    were    overdoing 
it. 

The  agitation  was  al- 
m  0  s  t  too  successful. 
Quebec's  tail  had  been 
pinched  and  she  roared 
as  per  schedule,  but  so 
had  many  others.  One 
can  have  too  much  of  a 
good  thing. 

It  was  natural  that 
agitation  should  have  its 
corresponding  mood  in 
the  Conservative  party, 
and  this  we  might  call 
hesitation.  In  course  of 
time  the  party  in  power 
came  to  doubt  whether 
conscription  was  as  good 
an  election  cry  as  it 
seemed  at  first  sight.  It 
looked  like  a  peach  at  the 
start,  but  when  the  pale. 


7.- 


sickly  cast  of  thought  had  got  in  its  work 
on  it,  it  looked  more  like  a  lemon.  Many 
of  the  members  took  flying  trips  to  their 
constituencies  only  to  find  there  a  divided 
opinion.  This,  as  our  good  friend  Mr. 
Shakespeare  would  say,  gave  them  pause. 
"I  don't  like  the  way  their  eyes  behave," 
one  member  said.  "They  shift  when  I 
look  at  them.  Specially  the  fellows  who 
have  a  son  or  two  that  might  be  con- 
scripted. They  talk  up  real  brave  with 
their  lips,  but  what'll  they  do  to  me  with 
their  little  lead  pencils  on  election  day?" 

IT  WAS  in  this  chastened  frame  of 
mind  that  the  crisis  entered  its  third 
stage  —  manipulation.  Manipulation  is 
the  common  ground  on  which  both  sides 
got  together.  That  is  to  say,  both  sides 
began  to  play  politics  with  it  in  the  good 
old  Ottawa  way.  What  scaling-off  is  to 
a  scarlet  fever  case  manipulation  is  to  a 
crisis  in  Parliament.  The  danger  is  past 
and  the  patient  is  well  on  the  way  to  re- 
covery. Scarlet  fever,  by  the  way,  is  a 
good  metaphor  for  this  particular  crisis. 
What  is  the  Great  War  but  a  universal 
scarlet  fever?  What  is  conscription  but 
one  of  the  acute  symptoms? 

When  manipulation  took  hold  of  the 
ca'50  the  second  or  agitation  stage  dis- 
appeared as  if  by  magic.  Bourassa  and 
Lavergne  ceased  to  roar.  Quebec  put  a 
seal  on  her  lips.  Organized  labor  fore- 
bore  to  growl.  It  was  as  if  Headquarters 
had  issued  a  general  order — peace,  be 
still — and  peace  was  and  stillness  also. 
The  silence  was  such  that  the  Hon. 
Arthur  Meighen  could  almost  be  heard 
thinking  and  the  Hon.  Arthur  runs  very 
deep. 

My  own  opinion  is  that  the  bill  had  a 
calming  effect.  As  long  as  no  one  knew 
what  the  bill  was  going  to  be  the  agitation 
fed  on  its  own  alarms.  But  when  Pre- 
mier Borden  brought  down  his  Military 
Service  Act  and  the  House  gave  it  the 
once-over,  things  began  to  settle  down 
right  away.  Personally  I  think  the  bill 
is  a  fair  one  and  the  classifications  just 
and  reasonable,  but  critics  speak  of  it  as 
a  stuffed  club  which  may  never  be  used, 
even  on  Quebec.  In  fact,  if  an  election 
intervened,  say,  betwen  now  and  next 
October,  the  Government  in  power  — 
whether  Conservative  or  Liberal — might 
forget  all  about  it.    Of  course,  it  would  be 


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"^lU^^iA 


What  you   thought  was   the   deluge 
was  only  the  bath-tub  running  over. 


on  the  statute  book,  but  only  as  a  stimu- 
lus to  recruiting.  The  Act  is  to  be 
brought  into  force  only  on  proclamation 
of  the  Governor-in-Council,  which  means 
just  when  the  Government  pleases.  This 
may  be  right  away  or  never — it  is  not 
exactly  a  promise  and  yet  you  can't  call 
it  a  threat.  You  take  your  choice  and 
vote  the  party-ticket  as  usual. 

One  observes,  too,  that  the  Military 
Service  Act  is  slow  to  anger.  The  mach- 
inery of  delay  is  so  ample  that  the  war 
may  be  over  before  the  reluctant  con- 
script has  finished  fighting  his  case  in  the 
appeal  courts.  Further,  there  are  one 
million  six  hundred  thousand  men  to 
choose  from  and  when  apprehension  is 
spread  over  that  many  no  one  person  can 
be  in  a  great  funk.  At  one  time  Quebec 
muttered  something  about  "domiciliary 
resistance."  Jean  Baptiste  might  take 
his  spare  axe  handle  to  the  minion  of  the 
law  who  came  to  drag  his  sons  away. 
But  Quebec  has  forgotten  all  that  now. 
Any  resistance  Quebec  makes  will  be  pas- 
sive and  constitutional.  It  has  seen  the 
bill  and  has  discovered  that  its  bark  is 
worse  than  its  bite. 

THE  Premier's  speech  and  Sir  Wil- 
frid's were  such  as  to  take  any  re- 
maining fever  out  of  the  bite.  They 
were  both  weak  speeches — very  thin  gruel 
indeed.  Premier  Borden  sought  to  god- 
father the  Militia  Act  of  1868,  with  its 
principle  of  compulsion  inwrought,  on  a 
French-Canadian,  Sir  George  Etienne  Car- 
tier,  which,  of  course,  is  a  huge  joke,  be- 
cause Cartier  was  no  more  responsible  for 
it  than  any  other  Father  of  Confedera- 
tion, and  because,  moreover,  the  compul- 
sion clauses  looked  to  an  invasion  from 
the  United  States,  not  to  a  war  in  Fland- 
ers. Sir  Wilfrid  replied  in  similar  vapid 
strain  that  the  Government  had  got  its 
extension  on  false  pretences  and  that  a 
conscription  bill  was  a  breach  of  faith. 
This  being  the  best  the  leaders  saw  fit  to 
do  in  the  way  of  controversy  is  it  any 
wonder  that  their  followers  failed  to 
strrke  fire? 

Indeed,  keeping  the  debate  down  was 
one  of  the  best  things  manipulation  did. 
There  may  have  been  persons  who  wanted 
to  touch  the  powder  off,  but  the  fact 
remains  that  nobody  did.  Even  the  fel- 
lows who  usually  carry  lighted  matches 
for  Quebec  refused  to 
use  them,  and  as  for  the 
Quebec  members  their 
moderation  and  restraint 
in  the  case  of  a  delicate 
situation  was  admirable 
to  see  and  hear. 

As  soon  as  the  House 
saw  that  there  was  little 
— =-  to  fear  either  in  the  bill 

or  the  speeches  the  good 
players  on  both  sides 
said:  "Let  us  work  the 
game  for  what's  in  it." 
Conscription  by  this  time 
was  not  conscription,  but 
a  game  of  poker.  The 
main  object  might  be  to 
win  the  war,  but  the  im- 
jri  mediate   purpose   was  to 

)  "*^'  win    the    next    election. 

The  good  players  on  Par- 
liament Hill  never  forget 
that. 

THE  first  bit  of  mani- 
pulation    was     Hon. 
George  Graham's  resolu- 


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tion  to  conscript  wealth  as  well  as  men.  As 
far  as  I  can  find  out  this  resolution  had 
three  objects  in  view — to  do  what  it  said, 
to  put  the  Borden  Government  in  a  hole, 
and  to  head  oflF  the  ambitions  of  Mr. 
Rowell  and  his  Toronto  group  who,  so  the 
Old  Guard  say,  seek  to  loosen  Sir  Wil- 
frid Laurier's  clutch  on  the  Liberal  lead- 
ership. I  name  the  three  objects  in  the 
reversed  order  of  importance.  The  resolu- 
tion did  fairly  well  what  it  was  intended 
to  do.  Ii  beat  Leader  Rowell  to  a  highly 
popular  sentiment  and  it  certainly  gave 
the  Borden  Government  a  hot  time  in 
caucus.  The  caucus  lasted  three  hours, 
only  broken  by  moans  of  anguish  when- 
ever conscription  of  wealth  was  men- 
tioned. When  a  vote  was  taken  the  moans 
had  it. 

Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier's  amendment  was 
the  next  bonne  bouche  for  the  manipu- 
lators. Sir  Wilfrid  no  doubt  proposed  a 
referendum  in  good  faith,  but  that  is  no 
reason  why  the  smart  fellows  shouldn't 
use  it  to  play  both  ends  for  the  middle. 
For  example,  there  are  many  Liberal  con- 
stituencies in  Canada  where  opinion  is 
about  equally  divided  on  conscription.  It 
follows  that  the  sitting  member,  if  he 
wants  to  keep  his  hold  on  his  seat,  must 
vote  so  as  to  please  everybody.  To  such 
as  he  Sir  Wilfrid's  referendum  amend- 
ment is  a  godsend.  Knowing  that  it  will 
be  defeated  in  the  House  he  can  vote  for 
it  with  perfect  confidence  and  thus  please 
the  anti-conscriptionists  at  home.  Then, 
having  done  his  duty  toward  that  shade 
of  feeling,  he  can  turn  round  and  vote  for 
the  conscription  bill  and  thus  please  the 
other  half.  It's  an  ill  wind  that  doesn't 
blow  both  ways.  By  the  same  token  it's  a 
stupid  fellow  that  can't  vote  his  way 
through  this  muddle. 

Manipulation  is  like  hope — it  springs 
eternal  in  the  human  breast.     Time  was 


when  timid  souls  looked  on,  saw  one 
English-speaking  Liberal  after  another 
deserting  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier,  and 
thought  it  was  a  landslide.  They  saw  in 
it  the  destruction  of  the  Liberal  party. 
"That  was  in  the  first  stage  of  the  crisis 
— the  consternation  stage  when  every- 
body's fat  was  leaking  into  his  boots. 
Not  so  in  the  manipulation  stage.  There 
everything  is  manipulation — even  what 
appear  to  be  cruel  blows. 

Does  George  Graham  bid  a  fond,  but 
wavering,  farewell  to  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier 
on  the  conscription  question?  Manipu- 
lation! Does  Fred  Pardee  tear  himself 
away  with  a  heart-felt  sob?  Does  Hugh 
Guthrie  say  au  revoir,  but  not  good-bye  in 
a  statesman-like  manner?  Manipulation! 
All  manipulation!  What  you  thought 
was  the  deluge  was  only  the  bath-tap 
running  over.  Manipulation!  What  are 
these  clever  fellows  manipulating?  Their 
own  constituencies.  They  aim  to  be 
elected  again.  Far  from  being  abandoned 
Sir  Wilfrid  is  aiming  at  a  fine  strategic 
position.  He  holds  Quebec  solid.  His 
followers  keep  Ontario  where  she  is,  or 
try  to.  Manipulation !  I  am  rather  fed  up 
on  manipulation.  It  seems  to  me  that  the 
manipulators  overdo  it.  They  give  no- 
body credit  for  sincerity.  Perhaps  they 
are  right. 

IT  IS  conceivable  that  before  this  article 
sees  print  the  Military  Service  Act  will 
have  seen  a  good  deal  more  manipulation 
for  party  purposes,  but  at  this  writing 
the  latest  stroke  is  Barrette's.  Barrette 
represents  Berthier  in  the  House  of  Com- 
mons and  is  a  big  man  if  you  take  Dr. 
Watt's  system  of  measurement  —  the 
mind.  Petit  Barrette  he  is  known  as, 
and  sometimes  as  Little  Casino.  And  a 
neat  little  bit  of  manipulation  was  Petit 
Barrette's    amendment    to    give    the   bill 


the  six  months'  hoist.  It  shows  that  all 
the  best  manipulators,  plain  and  fancy, 
are  not  on  one  side  of  the  House.  It  was 
such  clever  manipulation  —  Barrette's 
amendment — that  the  House  guessed  that 
Blondin  had  suggested  it  or  perhaps  Bob 
Rogers. 

How  was  it  clever?  Pourquoi?  Be- 
cause up  to  that  time  the  Liberals  had 
the  French  Nationalists  in  a  hole.  In 
order  to  vote  against  conscription,  as  they 
must  if  they  would  be  true  to  Quebec, 
they  must  vote  against  the  Borden  Gov- 
ernment for  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier's  refer- 
endum. "Ha!  ha!"  chattered  the  wicked 
Grits.  "It's  a  saw  off.  The  English 
Liberals  walk  out  on  Sir  Wilfrid  and  the 
French  Conservatives  walk  out  on  Sir 
Robert.     Horse  and  horse!" 

The  party  could  not  stand  for  such 
mocking  laughter.  Hence  Barrette's 
amendment  which  cheats  Sir  Wilfrid  Lau- 
rier of  his  prey  and  lines  the  Nationalists 
up  behind  a  resolution  of  their  own — a  re- 
solution as  hostile  to  conscription  as  Sir 
Wilfrid's  and  considerably  more  non- 
committal. At  least  that  is  the  come- 
back the  French  Liberals  urge  against 
the  Barrette  amendment.  They  say  that 
Sir  Wilfrid's  amendment  asks  that  the 
question  be  settled  right  away  by  a  vote 
of  the  people,  but  that  Petit  Barrette's 
amendment  staves  it  off.  In  other  words, 
that  Sir  Wilfrid  faces  the  issue  while  Mr. 
Barrette  and  his  fellow  Nationalists  seek 
to  dodge  it. 

As  I  write  this  article  the  manipulation 
stage  of  the  crisis  is  gradually  drifting 
into  the  contemplation  stage.  Contempla- 
tion is  a  frame  of  mind  much  praised  by 
the  poets  and  philosophers.  It  bespeaks 
dangers  passed  and  storms  outridden. 
Already  Parliament  is  looking  back  -over 
its  shoulder  and  asking  what  all  the  row 
was  about. 


The  Draft 


The  Story  of  a  Canadian  in  the  American  Civil  War 

By  A.  C.  Allenson 

Who  wrote  "June  Comes  Back,"  "Danton  of  the  Fleet,"  etc. 
CONTINUED  FROM  LAST  ISSUE 


THAT  spring  morning,  when  I  ran 
my  boat  ashore,  Annie  was  in  the 
field  over  yonder,  that  reaches 
down  to  the  edge  of  the  lake.  She  wa.s 
ploughing  with  the  pair  of  horses  she 
owned.  The  neighbors  were  shocked  she 
should  do  such  work,  but  it  made  no 
difference  to  her.  There  was  nothing 
ignoble  about  it.  She  had  no  money  to 
pay  for  help.  She  was  much  too  in- 
dependent to  accept  charity,  even  in  the 
form  of  labor,  or  let  any  man  establish 
himself  in  the  relation  of  creditor  to  her. 
Well — to  come  back  to  the  main  road 
of  my  story — I  wanted  to  find  Annie,  that 
spring  morning,  to  give  her  some  of  my 
fish,  for,  as  I  have  told  you,  I  was  in 
love  with  her  like  the  rest.  In  a  way,  I 
guess,  I  was  luckiest  of  all,  for  some- 
times she'd  kiss  me,  in  the  impulsive  way 
she  had,  and  that's  what  she  did  to  none 
of  the  others,  I  don't  think  even  Peter. 
Often  she  would  tell  me  her  troubles, 


when  she  was  especially  downhearted, 
and  she  used  to  say  I  was  the  only  com- 
fort she  had,  and  I  would  laugh  at  her, 
and  she  would  laugh  back  and  box  my 
ears. 

She  didn't  see  me  coming,  for  the  bush 
at  the  edge  of  the  field  hid  me  till  I  got 
quite  near.  She  had  stopped  at  the  turn 
of  the  furrow  to  rest  the  hor.ses  and  her- 
self, and  she  stood  there,  looking  over  the 
lake,  seeming  graver  and  more  troubled 
than  ever  I  had  seen  her.  I  guessed  it 
was  something  about  money,  because  I 
had  heard  at  home  that  Dransfield  was 
talking  of  trouble.  And  yet  I  thought  she 
had  never  looked  prettier.  She  seemed 
taller  than  ordinary.  The  pink  hood  she 
wore  had  been  pushed  back  from  her  head 
that  she  might  catch  the  breeze  from  the 
water. 

When  she  saw  me,  the  smile  chased  the 
gravity  from  her  face,  and  when  I  gave 
her  the  fish,  that  I  had  wrapped  carefully 


in  grass  and  green  leaves,  she  bent  down 
and  kissed  me  on  the  forehead. 

"The  best  of  little  sweethearts!"  she 
said. 

"And  the  luckiest!"  We  both  turned, 
and  there  stood  grave,  handsome  Peter. 

"You  didn't  bring  me  a  dish  of  fish," 
she  laughed. 

"I'll  go  at  once  and  get  them,"  he  said. 

"You  are  too  late,  Mr.  Grant,  I  have  all 
I  can  use  here,"  she  replied,  the  fun  spark- 
ling in  her  eyes.  "But  you  two  idling  folk 
must  not  keep  me  from  my  work."  And 
she  gave  a  chirrup  and  whistle  to  the 
dozing  horses,  and  turned  to  the  plough. 

"No,"  said  Peter.  "I  will  finish  the 
ploughing." 

"Indeed,  you  won't,"  she  flashed  back. 
"I  have  no  money  for  the  hire  of  men." 

"Then  you  must  let  me  do  it,"  he  said, 
looking  straight  into  her  eyes,  "as  you  let 
Charlie  bring  his  present  of  fish — just  for 
love." 


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41 


The  crimson  flooded  her  face.  Her  eyes 
fell  for  a  moment,  then  she  looked  at  him. 

"No,  Peter,  I  had  rather  you  would 
not,"  she  said.  "What  would  the  people 
say?" 

"What  care  we  of  the  people's  talk,  so 
long  as  what  is  done  is  right?"  he  re- 
plied. "It  is  no  woman's  work,  Annie. 
I  will  be  hurt,  sorely  hurt,  if  you  will  not 
let  me  do  this  small  service. 

I  CAN  hear  still  the  Scottish  roll  of  the 
"r"  in  his  speech.  It  sounded  crisp, 
strong,  decisive.  I  half  expected  some 
smart  refusal  from  Annie,  for  she  was 
wonderfully  independent  and  high- 
spirited;  but  a  tenderness  was  in  her  face, 
and  she  let  him  take  the  lines  from  her 
hands. 

He  stripped  coat,  collar,  and  vest,  folded 
them  in  his  neat  way,  laid  his  hat  on  them 
and  then  rolled  up  his  sleeves,  showing 
the  mighty  arms. 

"I  am  grateful  to  you,  Annie,"  he  said 
in  a  low  voice.  Then  he  set  the  horses 
going. 

"My,  Annie!  He's  a  grand  plough- 
man !"  I  exclaimed,  as  we  watched  the 
deep,  even  furrow  laid  shiningly  over,  like 
unrolled  ribbon. 

"He's  grand,  Charlie  boy,  whatever  he 
does,"  she  answered  in  a  soft,  sweet  voice. 
I  looked  up  at  her,  and  in  that  moment  I 
knew  that  she  would  not  wait  for  me  till 
I  had  grown  up,  as  she  had  sometimes 
jokingly  said  she  would.  I  didn't  hate 
Peter,  either,  as  I  would  have  hated  any 
other  man,  I  think,  under  like  conditions.' 

THAT  evening  she  came  over  the  lake 
to  see  father,  who  was  adviser  to  most 
of  the  folks  in  their  difficulties.  She  told 
him  that  Dransfield  had  notified  her  that 
arrears  and  an  instalment  were  about  to 
come  due,  and  must  be  paid  at  the  end  of 
June,  or  he  would  have  to  foreclose  and 
sell  the  place. 

"And  sold  by  sheriff  it  will  fetch  little 
or  nothing,"  she  said.  "It  will  just  drop 
back  into  Mr.  Dransfield's  hands,  for  the 
amount  of  his  claim.  All  father's  labor 
and  time,  the  money  we  have  put  into  it, 
and  his  very  life,  all  spent  for  nought !" 

"Lacking  a  man  there,  Annie,  you  can 
never  win  clear,"  said  father.  "You  will 
but  sink  deeper  and  deeper  into  the  mire, 
and  harass  yourself  until  life  will  scarce 
be  worth  the  living.  It  is  your  home,  and 
you  dearly  love  the  place,  I  know,  but  you 
are  a  sensible  girl,  not  afraid  to  look  at 
facts  straight." 

"Lacking  a  man  and  lack  the  farm,  or 
take  the  man  and  keep  the  farm !  Faith, 
Mr.  Bateman!  It's  in  lacking  the  farm 
the  gain  will  be  I  am  thinking."  And 
she  laughed  in  her  merry  Irish  way,  de- 
spite her  troubles. 

"But    I    thought ,"    began    father. 

"I've  got  pretty  good  eyes,  Annie,  and — 
well,  Peter  would  succeed  whatever  he  put 
his  hand  to." 

"And  would  it  be  for  me  to  lay  my  little 
troubles  on  his  shoulders,  and  turn  him 
aside  from  his  work?"  she  asked.  "If  I 
did,  I  would  feel,  the  rest  of  my  days, 
that  I  had  played  Delilah  to  his  Samson. 
If  I  can't  help,  I'll  see  that  I  don't  hinder 
him.  Many's  the  place  where  I  can  earn 
my  living,  only  it  takes  a  wee  bit  of 
courage  to  cut  the  old  ties  that  father  and 
mother  and  I  have  been  weaving  all  these 
years.  But  there!  Peter  is  going  away 
soon,  and  the  place  will  seem  different 
anyway." 

"I  hadn't  heard  of  that,"  father  an- 
swered her. 


"N(i,  he  suddenly  made  up  his  mind. 
There  are  openings  for  smart  men  in  the 
big  cities,  and  he  would  only  rust  here. 
Mr.  Dransfield  has  been  talking  much  to 
him  these  days,  telling  him,  I  guess,  about 
the  chances  there,  and  so  he  is  going.  I 
am  glad,  for  he  will  be  a  man  among  men 
in  the  big  world,  as  he  has  been  in  the 
smaller  one  here." 

It  was  a  disappointment  to  everybody 
when  the  news  became  public  that  Peter 
was  leaving.  He  was  a  clever  teacher. 
The  children  had  made  wonderful  pro- 
gress the  little  time  he  had  been  with  us, 
and  we  were,  in  an  odd  way,  proud  of 
him  as  scholar  and  gentleman.  By  the 
end  of  May  he  was  away.  Annie  told  us 
he  was  in  New  York  City,  and  that  she 
was  getting  letters  from  him,  cheering, 
heartening  messages,  that  strengthened 
her  during  the  days  of  loneliness  and 
trouble. 


JUNE  was  drawing  to  a  close.  Annie 
now  had  made  up  her  mind  to  the 
seemingly  inevitable,  though  the  surren- 
der was  hard  to  make.  To  a  woman, 
proud  of  her  home  and  the  independence 
it  gave  her,  cherishing  the  memories  that 
clustered  about  it,  to  be  driven  away 
seemed  like  being  cast  adrift  on  a  shore- 
less sea. 

It  was  late  one  afternoon  that  I  saw 
her  boat  skimming  over  the  lake,  and  a 
few  minutes  later  she  came  flying  into 
the  house  with  her  wonderful  tidings. 

"Oh,  Mr.  Bateman!"  she  cried.  "The 
fortune  has  come!  The  fortune  has 
come!"  And  she  drew  a  letter  from  her 
bosom,  and  thrust  it  into  father's  hand. 

"The  fortune,  Annie?"  he  said,  puzzled 
for  the  moment.  Then  he  recalled  the 
stories,  old  as  her  father's  time,  of  the 
money  that  would  come  to  them  one  day, 
when  the  property  in  the  old  land  was 
sold.  The  letter  was  from  an  Irish  bank, 
enclosing  a  draft  for  fifteen  hundred 
dollars,  as  per  instructions  from  a  named 
firm  of  lawyers,  from  whom — the  letter 
said  —  she  would  hear,  in  due  course. 
There  was  the  draft,  good  as  gold,  and 
her  name — Annie  Harland — on  the  pre- 
cious slip  of  paper. 

"It  is  wonderful,  Annie,"  said  mother, 
embracing  the  happy  girl.  "The  hand  of 
the  Lord  is  in  it.  In  the  very  hour  of 
your  great  necessity,  deliverance  has  been 
wrought  for  you." 

FATHER,  mother,  Annie  and  I  went  off 
to  Quebec  together  in  the  finest  spirits. 
The  three  of  us  could  not  have  been  half 
as  delighted  had  the  little  fortune  come 
to  the  Batemans.  When  we  got  back  with 
the  money,  Dransfield  was  in  the  Settle- 
ment already,  waiting  to  pounce,  as  soon 
as  he  could  get  the  lawyers  to  work.  He 
was  very  spiteful  and  bitter  toward  her 
because  of  her  rejection  of  his  advances. 
When  he  knew  he  was  to  be  paid  he 
seemed  surprised  and  not  over  pleased, 
and  was  more  than  a  little  curious  to  Jearn 
whence  it  had  come. 

"The  fortune;"  he  laughed  in  his  sneer- 
ing way  when  he  was  told.  "Maybe  the 
draft  won't  bring  you  the  luck  you  fancy." 

We  put  it  down  to  his  jealousy  and  dis- 
appointment, and  were  too  happy  over 
Annie's  luck  in  getting  rid  of  him  to 
bother  about  what  he  thought  or  said. 
Father  made  a  dicker  with  him  over  the 
remainder  of  the  notes,  and  the  end  of  it 
was  he  was  paid  off  to  the  last  cent.  When 
everything  was   squared   up,  there   was 


better  than  five  hundred  dollars  to  the 
good. 

You  may  be  sure  she  wrote  Peter  about 
the  great  news.  It  was  only  later  we 
heard  she  had  sent  five  hundred  dollars 
with  her  letter,  to  help  him  along  with  his 
college  plans.  The  money  came  back, 
however,  with  a  letter  telling  her  that, 
had  he  been  in  need,  he  would  surely  have 
accepted  it  from  her,  and  that,  if  he 
should  want  it  later,  he  would  tell  her; 
but  he  was  doing  well,  and  had  all  the 
money  he  required.  She  was  disap- 
pointed at  first,  but  the  good  news,  and 
his  promise  to  ask  if  he  needed  money, 
gave  her  great  comfort.  He  bade  her 
spend  some  of  the  money  hiring  help  for 
the  heavier  work  at  ploughing  and  har- 
vest times,  and  there  was  a  lot  more  of 
tender,  loving  counsel  and  advice.  She 
read  little  bits  of  it  to  mother,  and  was 
very  happy  about  it. 

AND  ALL  the  time  the  news  of  the  war 
over  the  line  was  growing  worse  and 
worse.  In  July  of  '63  came  the  terrible 
tidings  of  Gettysburg,  where  fifty  thou- 
sand Americans  died  in  that  fearful  three 
days'  battle.  You  remember  Lincoln's 
great  speech,  delivered  on  the  battlefield 
in  November  of  the  same  year.  It  comes 
to  us  to-day  with  a  newer,  fuller  meaning 
as  we  recall  our  own  losses  in  the  present 
more  terrible  war,  and  our  purpose  to 
wage  it  to  the  end:  "That  we  here  highly 
resolve  that  these  dead  shall  not  have 
died  in  vain;  that  this  nation,  under  God, 
shall  have  a  new  birth  of  freedom,  and 
that  the  government  of  the  people,  by  the 
people,  and  for  the  people,  shall  not  perish 
from  the  earth." 

Chickamauga,  Lookout  Mountain,  Mis- 
sionary Ridge,  the  Wilderness,  Spottsyl- 
vanie.  Cold  Harbor,  Sheridan's  devasta- 
tion of  the  Shenandoah  Valley,  Sherman's 
terrible  march  through  Georgia — these, 
and  many  other  names  and  events  filled 
the  minds  of  all  during  those  epochal 
days.  There  were  periods  when  Peter's 
letters  to  Annie  came  along  at  long  inter- 
vals, but  communications  were  not  good 
in  those  days,  and  gaps  of  weeks  or 
months  were  not  unusual.  One  day  father 
had  to  go  down  to  New  York  on  business. 

"You'll  be  sure  to  see  Peter,  Mr.  Bate- 
man," said  Annie,  giving  him  a  letter  and 
some  little  present  she  had  made  for  her 
sweetheart. 

"I  certainly  will,"  he  answered.  "Bring 
him  back  if  I  can,  eh?  I  don't  know  if  it 
is  icindness  to  see  him.  It  will  only  make 
his  heart  ache  the  more."  She  laughed 
and  shook  her  head. 

"He  will  come  without  any  bringing, 
I'm  thinking,  when  his  task  is  done,"  she 
said.  "You  will  tell  him  I  am  well,  very 
happy,  that  the  farm  is  doing  finely,  and 
that  i  shall  hire  harvest  help,  as  he  bade 
me." 

"And  nothing  more?"  father  joked. 

"Nothing  more,"  she  smiled.  "All  the 
rest  he  well  knows." 


VI. 

FATHER  was  away  much  longer  than 
we  had  anticipated.  It  was  nearly  a 
month  before  he  got  back.  Late  one  even- 
ing he  reached  home,  driving  down  from 
Sherbrooke.  He  was  very  tired  and 
weary.  The  heat  in  New  York  that 
August  of  '64  had  been  very  trying.  ;  I 
had  lots  of  questions  to  ask  him  about  the 

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Hindenhurg's  Assistant  is  Said  to  be  the 
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HINDENBURG  bulks  largely  in  the  eyes 
of  the  world.  He  is  the  ideal  of  the 
German  people.  But  behind  Hindenburg  is 
Ludendorff  and,  according  to  reports  which 
are  now  getting  pretty  •  general  circulation, 
Ludendorff  is  the  genius  of  the  German  war 
organization.  This  view  is  rather  brilliantly 
presented  by  H.  L.  Mencken  in  The  Atlantic 
Monthly.  Mr.  Mencken  presents  a  sketch  of 
the  "man  behind"  that  is  full  of  color  and  that 
fills  the  imagination  with  the  picture  of  an- 
other Napoleon.  He  shows  Ludendorff  to  be 
the  master  mind  in  everything,  a  combination 
of  Von  Moltke  and  Bismarck,  the  supreme 
authority  in  everything.     He  says: 

Ludendorff  is  worth  six  Bethmann-Holl- 
wegs,  or  ten  Kaisers,  or  forty  Kaiser  Karls. 
Once  his  mind  is  made  up,  he  gets  to  busi- 
ness at  once.  Hindenburg  is  the  idol  of  the 
populace,  but  Ludendorff  has  the  brains.  Hin- 
denburg is  an  old  man,  and  a  professional 
soldier  by  nature,  and  a  Junker  to  boot — he 
despises  politics  and  diplomacy  and  all  that 
sort  of  thing.  All  he  asks  for  is  an  army  and 
an  enemy.  But  Ludendorff  has  what  you  may 
call  a  capacious  mind.  He  has  imagination. 
He  grasps  inner  significances.  He  can  see 
around  corners.  Moreover,  he  enjoys  plan- 
ning, plotting,  figuring  things  out.  Yet  more, 
he  is  free  of  romance.  Have  you  ever  heard 
of  him  sobbing  about  the  Fatherland  ?  Or  let- 


-Cesare  in   New  York  Evening  Post. 
His  House  in  Danger. 


ting  off  pious  platitudes,  like  Hindenburg? 
Of  course  you  haven't.  He  plays  the  game 
for  its  own  sake — and  he  plays  it  damnably 
well.  Ludendorff  is  the  neglected  factor  in 
this  war — the  forgotten  great  man.  The 
world  hears  nothing  about  him,  and  yet  he 
has  the  world  by  the  ear. 

The  further  one  gets  from  the  people  and 
the  nearer  one  approaches  the  inner  circle 
of  German  opinion,  the  less  one  hears  of  Hin- 
denburg and  the  more  one  hears  of  Luden- 
dorff. Two  yeads  ago  Hindenburg  was  given 
all  the  credit  for  the  astounding  feat  of  arms 
at  Tannenberg — the  most  extraordinary  vic- 
tory, surely,  of  this  war,  and  perhaps  one 
of  the  greatest  of  all  time.  Legends  began 
to  spring  up  on  the  day  following  the  news; 
they  made  the  battle  no  more  than  the  de- 
layed performance  of  a  play  long  rehearsed; 
Hindenburg  was  said  to  have  planned  it 
back  in  the  nineties.  But  now  one  hears  that 
Ludendorff,  too,  had  a  hand  in  it;  that  he 
knew  the  ground  quite  as  well  as  his  chief; 
that  it  was  he  who  swung  a  whole  corps — by 
motor-car,  a  la  Gallieni — around  the  Russian 
right  to  Bischofsburg,  and  so  cut  off  Sam- 
sonoff's  retreat.  One  hears,  again,  that  it  was 
Ludendorff  who  planned  the  Battle  in  the 
Snow — another  gigantic  affair,  seldom  heard 
of  outside  Germany,  but  even  more  costly  to 
the  Russians  than  Tannenberg.  One  hears, 
yet  again,  that  it  was  Ludendorff  who  devised 
the  advance  upon  Lodz,  which  wiped  out  three 
whole  Russian  corps;  and  that  it  was  Luden- 
dorff who  prepared  the  homeric  blow  at  Gor- 
lice,  which  freed  Galicia  and  exposed  Poland; 
and  that  it  was  Ludendorff  who  found  a  way 
to  break  the  Polish  quadrilateral,  supposedly 
impregnable;  and  that  it  was  Ludendorff 
who  chose  the  moment  for  the  devastating 
Vormarsch  into  Lithuania  and  Courland, 
which  gave  the  Germans  a  territory  in  Rus- 
sia almost  half  as  large  as  the  German  Em- 
pire itself.  Finally,  one  hears  that  it  was 
Ludendorff,  bent  double  over  his  maps,  who 
planned  the  Roumanian  campaign,  an  oper- 
ation so  swift  and  so  appallingly  successful 
that  the  tale  of  it  seems  almost  fantastic. 
In  brief,  one  hears  of  Ludendorff,  Ludendorff, 
whenever  German  officers  utter  more  than 
twenty  words  about  the  war;  his  portrait 
hangs  in  every  mess  room;  he  is  the  god  of 
every  young  lieutenant;  his  favorable  notice 
is  worth  more  to  a  division  or  corps  com- 
mander than  the  ordre  pour  le  inerite;  he  is, 
as  it  were,  the  esoteric  Ulysses  of  the  war. 

But  this  is  not  the  whole  story,  by  any 
means;  for  as  he  has  thus  gradually  slipped 
into  the  shoes  (or,  at  all  eventSi,  into  one  of 
them)  of  Moltke,  the  Erate  Gencralquartier- 
meister  has  also  tried  on  the  coat  of  Bismarck, 
long  hanging  on  its  peg.  That  is  to  say,  he 
has  reached  out  for  the  wires  of  civil  ad- . 
ministration,  and  now  he  has  a  good  many 
of  them  firmly  in  his  hand  and  is  delicately 
fingering  a  good  many  more.  It  was  in  Po- 
land and  Galicia,  while  still  merely  chief  of 
staff  in  the  East,  that  he  first  showed  his 
talent  in  this  department.  The  German  plan, 
once  an  enemy  territory  is  occupied,  is  to 
turn  it  over  to  a  sort  of  mixed  posse  of  re- 
tired officers  and  civilians.  Hordes  of  frock- 
coated   and   bespatted   Beamten   pour   in;    an 


CONTENTS  OF 

REVIEWS 

The  Future  of  China 

10 

Ludendorff:  The  "Man  Behind" 

42 

Roosevelt's  Idea  of  Terms  . . . 

43 

How  American   Magnates  Be- 
have "Under  Fire" 

44 

New   Ways   of  Catching   Sub- 
marines    

45 

Germany  Can't  Be  Stained  . . 

46 

A  Unique  Railroad  President. 

47 

Germany  Will  Not  Attack  . . . 

47 

A  Spy  in  the  Vatican  . .  . .  ... 

48 

The  Greatest  Insurance  Man  . 

49 

The  Wizard  of  the  Kitchen .  .  . 

49 

Labor  and  Capital — and  Lloyd 
George 

50 

The  Chivalry  of  Von  Spee 

■51 

Northcliffe,  the  New  Warwick 

52 

Inside   Stories   of  the   Revolu- 
tion    

54 

Negroes  Moving  North 

The  Shiftless  Mexican  Peon  .  . 

55 
58 

inextricable  complex  of  bureaux  is  establish- 
ed; the  blessings  of  Kulture  are  ladled  out 
scientifically  and  by  experts.  Belgium  has 
suffered  from  this  plague  of  cocksure  and  war- 
ring officials,  and  also  Northern  France.  But 
not  so  the  East.  Over  there,  despite  the 
fact  that  the  population  is  friendly  and  the 
further  fact  that  the  enemy  does  not  menace, 
the  Beamte  has  found  no  lodgement.  The 
army  is  the  source  of  all  law,  of  all  rights,  of 
all  privileges,  even  of  all  livelihood.  And  the 
army  is  Ludendorff. 

Curious  tales  are  told  of  his  omnipresence, 
his  omniscience.  He  devised  and  promul- 
gated, it  is  said,  the  Polish  customs  tariff.  He 
fixed  railroad  rates,  routes,  and  even  sche- 
dules. When  it  was  proposed  to  set  up 
branches  of  the  great  German  banks  in  War- 
saw, Lodz,  and  Wilna,  he  examined  the  plans 
and  issued  permissions.  When  Americans 
came  in  with  relief  schemes,  he  heard  them, 
cross-examined  them,  and  told  them  what 
they  could  and  could  not  do.  He  made  regu- 
lations for  newspaper  correspondents,  prison- 
camp  workers,  refugees,  Dirnen,  Jews.  He 
established  a  news-service  for  the  army.  He 
promulgated  ordinances  for  the  government 
of  cities  and  towns,  and  appointed  their  offi- 
cials. He  proclaimed  compulsory  education, 
and  ordered  that  under-officers  be  told  off  to 
teach  school.  In  brief,  he  reorganized  the 
whole  government,  from  top  to  bottom,  of  a 
territory  of  more  than  100,000  square  miles. 


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Ck«.Tf«. 


— Carter  in  Philadelphia  Press. 
Bringing   Up   the  Ammunition. 


— Sykes  in  Philadelphia  Evening  Ledger. 
Watchful  Waiting. 

The  cat's  away,  the  mice  will  play — 
So  runs  the  adage  hoary. 
But  Hoover's  eye  doth  watch  nearby — 
And  that's  another  story. 


with  a  population  of  at  least  15,000,000,  and 
kept  a  firm  grip,  either  directly  or  through 
officers  always  under  his  eye,  upon  eveiy  de- 
tail of  its  administration.  Hindenburg  has 
no  taste  for  such  things.  He  was,  and  is,  an 
officer  of  the  old  school,  impatient  of  lav/s 
and  taxes.  So  the  business  fell  to  LudendoriT, 
and  he  discharged  it  with  zest. 

All  this  was  nearly  two  years  ago.  Last 
summer  came  Hindenburg's  promotion  to  the 
supreme  command,  and  with  it  a  vast  increase 
in  opportunity  for  Ludendorff.  Hitherto  his 
power,  and  even  his  influence,  had  stopped 
at  the  German  border;  now  his  hand  began  to 
be  felt  in  Berlin.  His  first  task  was  to  speed 
up  the  supply  of  munitions;  the- Allies  on  the 
West  front  had  begun  to  show  superiority 
here.  The  plans  evolved  by  General  von 
Falkenhayn,  Hindenburg's  predecessor,  were 
thrown  out  as  inadequate;  entirely  new  plans 
were  put  into  operation.  When  I  left  Ger- 
many, in  February,  results  were  beginning 
to  reveal  themselves.  New  munition  factories 
were  opening  almost  daily;  the  old  ones  were 
spouting  smoke  twenty-four  hours  a  day.  An 
American  correspondent,  taken  to  one  of  these 
plants,  returned  to  Berlin  almost  breathless. 
He  swore  he  had  seen  a  store  of  shells  so  vast 
that  the  lanes  through  it  were  seventeen  kilo- 
metres long.  As  for  me,  I  stuck  to  Hacker- 
hrau  and  beheld  no  such  marvels;  but  this  I 
do  know;  that  all  ordinary  train-service  to 
the  West  was  suspended  for  days,  while  train 
after  train  of  shells  passed  through  Berlin. 
And  the  production  of  field-guns,  it  was 
whispered,  had  leaped  to  six  hundred  a  month. 

Gargantuan  plans;  but  what  of  the  labor- 
supply?  Here  was  a  difficulty,  indeed,  for  the 
army  could  not  spare  men,  and  the  number 
out  of  uniform  was  anything  but  large.  Lu- 
dendorff, however,  argued  that  enough  could 
be  found — that  thousands  were  wasting  their 
time  in  useless  industries,  that  other  thou- 
sands had  leisure  that  could  be  utilized.     Out 


of  this  theory  came  the  Zivildienstpflicht, 
whereby  every  German,  old  or  young,  rich  or 
poor,  found  himself  conscripted  for  the  ser- 
vice of  the  state.  As  yet  the  utilization  of 
these  new  forces  is  but  partially  under  way, 
but  progress  is  being  made,  and  by  the  end 
of  the  year  it  will  be  hard  to  find  a  German 


who  is  not  doing  his  bit.  The  doctrine  of 
Ludendorff  is  simple:  the  whole  energy  of 
the  German  people  must  be  concentrated  on 
the  war.  All  other  enterprises  and  am- 
bitions must  be  put  out  of  mind.  AH  business 
that  is  not  necessary  to  the  one  end  must  be 
abandoned. 


Roosevelt's  Idea  of  Terms 


How  the  Militant  Ex-President  Would 
Settle  the  War. 


THERE  has  been  so  much  discussion 
about  peace  terms  that  there  seems  to  be 
little  more  to  be  said  in  the  matter.  When 
a  weary  world  lays  down  its  arms  the  victor 
and  the  vanquished  will  discuss  the  peace 
terms.  It  is  interesting,  however,  to  see 
Theodore  Roosevelt  discussing  the  point  in 
The  Metropolitan.  He  speaks  openly,  unre- 
servedly, defining  terms  which  he  thinks 
should  be  accepted  by  the  United  States  as 
an  objective  peace  point.  His  terms  are  as 
follows: 

Belgium  must  be  restored  and  amply  in- 
demnified— this  should  be  the  first  item  in 
the  peace  program.  Luxemburg  proved  too 
weak  to  strike  a  blow  in  her  own  defense;  she 
should  be  joined  to  France  or  Belgium.  France 
must  have  back  Alsace  and  Lorraine.  That 
she  should  have  Metz  and  French-speaking 
Lorraine  needs  no  debate.  Nor  is  it  debata- 
ble that  she  should  also  have  the  mining 
districts  of  Lorraine — Germany  has  shown 
that  such  districts  in  her  hands  form  a  source 
of  danger  to  her   neighbors.     The   question 


of  allowing  the  people  of  Alsace  to  decide 
for  themselves  where  they  will  go  has  been 
mooted.  Under  any  ordinary  conditions  this 
would  certainly  be  the  wise  course;  and  as 
there  is  a  natural  mountainous  military  fron- 
tier in  eastern  Alsace,  France  might  consider 
whether  it  would  not  be  well  to  make  this  her 
boundary  line  if  it  becomes  evident  that  the 
Alsatians  as  a  whole  wish  to  remain  with 
Germany.  But,  in  the  first  place,  France 
should  herself  decide  this  matter;  and,  in  the 
next  place,  it  is  certain  that  the  Alsatians 
were  originally  most  reluctant  to  be  torn 
from  France,  and  Germany  has  no  moral 
right  to  claim  any  benefit  from  her  own 
wrong-doing  in  dragooning  and  bullying  the 
people  of  Alsace  during  the  last  forty  years. 
The  unspeakable  infamies  practised  by  the 
Germans  on  French  soil  since  the  outbreak  of 
this  war,  and  their  avowed  determination  to 
remove  France  from  the  list  of  first-class 
powers,  not  merely  warrants  but  necessitates 
her  now  doing  whatever  is  necessary  for  her 
own  defense  against  the  Prussianized  Ger- 
many which  has  surrendered  not  merely  its 
body  but  its  soul  to  the  barbarous  and  tyran- 
nous militarism  of  the  HohenzoUems.  If 
France  deems  her  frontier  of  1870  essential 
to  her  salvation,  her  sufferings  and  her  ser- 
vices since  August,  1914,  entitle  her  to  our 
unflinching  support  in  securing  it  for  her. 
Austria  is  not  a  nation.     It  is  a  tyranny 


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by  two  mutually  distrustful  races  over  a  more» 
numerous  group  of  other  races.  The  Aus- 
trian Germans  and  the  Magyars  arc  fine  peo- 
ple; I  wish  them  well,  and  would  not  wil- 
lingly see  them  oppressed  by  others;  but  nei- 
ther ought  they  to  oppress  others — and  their 
only  bond  of  union,  for  they  dislike  one  an- 
other cordially,  is  their  still  greater  dislike 
of  the  peoples  they  oppress.  Italy  should  have 
Italia  Irredenta,  including  Trieste,  but  with 
full  provision  for  Austria's  full  commercial 
access  to  the  Mediterranean — an  access  which 
can  be  as  wholly  devoid  of  political  implica- 
tions as  is  the  case  with  Canada's  right 
to  run  trains  through  Maine  or  our  right 
to  run  trains  through  Ontario.  The  Czech 
and  his  close  kinsmen  outside  of  Bohemia 
should  form  a  new  commonwealth,  reviving 
the  memories  of  Zisca  and  Huss.  As  far  as 
it  is  possible  to  reconcile  Orthodox  and  Catho- 
lic, the  southern  Slavs  should  be  made  into  a 
greater  Servia.  (I  hope  this  will  be  pos- 
sible; yet  it  is  well  to  rememTier  that  the 
attempt  to  force  a  union  between  Protestant 
Hollanders  and  Catholic  Flemings  broke 
down;  and,  even  if  two  peoples  ought  to  live 
well  together,  if  they  won't  do  so,  it  is  gen- 
erally unwise  to  try  to  force  them.)  The 
Rouman  and  Magyar  elements  are  geographi- 
cally intermingled  in  perplexing  fashion;  to 
disentangle  them  from  one  another  and  from 
the  Slavs  with  entire  justice  will  be  most  diffi- 
cult; all  we  can  say  is  that  every  effort 
should  be  made  to  leave  the  mass  of  the  Mag- 
yars together,  and  the  mass  of  the  Eoumans 
together,  as  independent  nations. 

As  regards  Russia,  the  troubles  are  im- 
mensely simplified  by  the  democratic  revolu- 
tion, and,  unless  this  movement  rushes  down 
hill  into  that  type  of  sinister  radicalism  which 
invites  and  produces  a  still  more  sinister 
reaction,  the  problems  can  be  solved  in  fairly 
satisfactory  manner.  A  democratic  and  or- 
derly Russia,  scrupulously  careful  to  do  jus- 
tice to  all  neighboring  or  allied  nationalities, 
which  has  efficiently  devoted  its  giant  strength 
to  securing  the  sweeping  and  complete  tri- 
umph of  the  Allies,  would  be  entitled  to,  and 
would  not  abuse  the  possession  of  Constanti- 
nople. A  democratic  Russia  which  puts  Jew, 
Livonian  Protestant,  and  Uniate  Catholic  on 


a  footing  of  complete  equality  with  the^Orth- 
odox  Great  Russian,  could  safely  be  trusted 
to  stand  as  the  head  of  an  autonomous  Fin- 
land, an  autonomous  Poland,  an  autonomous» 
Armenia — and  unless  these  commonwealths 
are  given  at  least  such  freedom  and  control 
over  their  own  destinies  as  is  the  case  with 
the  states  of  our  own  nation,  lovers  of  liberty 
could  not  feel  satisfied.  Lithuania  should  also 
have  her  just  claims  considered.  The  exact 
form  of  such  a  huge  federation  cannot  be 
profitably  discussed  until  it  has  been  accepted 
in  principle;  and  Unless  there  can  be  such  a 
federation  of  autonomous  and  justly  treated 
states,  then  justice  could  only  be  met  by 
making  Finland,  Poland  and  Armenia  inde- 
pendent. As  I  have  said  in  a  previous  article, 
I  would  hope  that  while  German  East  Prus- 
sia might  have  to  be  geographically  separated 
from  Germany  proper  by  the  northwestern 
projection  of  Poland  to  the  Baltic,  yet  that 
she  could  retain  her  political  connection  with 
Germany  and  could  arrange  for  commercial 
relations  by  rail  with  Germany  on  the  prin- 
ciple adopted  here    (as  already  said)   by  the 


Canadian  railroad  which  crosses  Maine  and 
the  American  railroad  which  crosses  Ontario. 

The  Danes  of  North  Schleswig  should  be 
given  the  right  granted  them  under  the 
treaty  of  1864 — a  treaty  afterward  cynically 
repudiated  by  Germany — to  vote  whether  or 
not  they  wish  again  to  become  part  of  Den- 
mark. England  and  Japan  must  keep  the 
colonies  they  have  conquered. 

This  would  leave  Germany  and  German 
Austria  substantially  with  their  German 
populations,  as  free  as  their  neighbors,  and 
treated  as  the, equals  of  their  neighbors.  For 
this  I  most  earnestly  hope  that  the  United 
States  will  strive  when  the  peace  negotia- 
tions come.  It  is  imperative  to  strike  hard 
at  the  tyrannous  militarism  of  Prussianized 
Germany  and  to  provide  effectually  against 
its  menace  to  peace  and  international  right. 
But  we  have  only  regard  for  the  German  peo- 
ple and  their  past;  we  wish  only  to  help  re- 
vive the  Germany  of  the  Tugcnbund;  we 
wish  to  see  it  again  a  leader  among  nations 
which  are  freed  from  all  necessity  of  regard- 
ing it  with  horror  and  hatred  and  dread. 


How  American  Magnates  Behave 
"  Under  Fire  " 


The  Present  Attitude  of  the  Financial 
Leaders  Toward  Publicity. 


A' 


Darling  in  New  York  Tribune. 
Non-union    Labor.  —  Walking    Delegate 
from    U.S.    War    Department     (to    Col. 
Roosevelt)  :  "Hold  up  here!   You're  not  a 
member  of  the  Life-savers'  Union." 


MERICAN  business  men — the  biggest 
men,  that  is — have  come  to  recognize 
that  publicity  is  a  necessary  part  of  "big 
business."  They  realize  that  they  are  hand- 
ling the  money  of  the  public  and  that  the 
public  is  entitled  to  the  fullest  information 
consistent  with  the  carrying  on  of  business. 
No  longer  do  the  magnates  of  money  refuse 
to  see  reporters.  Even  the  most  reticent  will 
see  the  newspaper  men  who  call  and  give 
whatever  information  is  avail- 
able. Not  all  have  reached  this 
stage  of  complaisance,  how- 
ever. In  Every  Week,  B.  C. 
Forges  tells  how  some  of  them 
act  "under  fire." 


J.  P.  Morgan  the  Second  in- 
herited his  father's  contempt 
for  the  public  and  its  represen- 
tatives, the  newspaper  report- 
ers. But  he  soon  discovered 
that,  while  his  father's  brus- 
queness  was  tolerated,  he  could 
not  indulge  in  similar  tactics 
and  retain  his  peace  of  mind. 
His  more  diplomatic  associates 
whispered  a  few  things  in  his 
ear,  and  he  now  submits  to  a 
bombardment  of  reportorial 
questioning  every  other  after- 
noon. He  does  not  like  per- 
sonal publicity,  however.  In- 
deed, he  hates  it.  If  he  had 
his  way,  his  name  would  never 
appear  in  print. 

When  he  was  summoned  to 
give  evidence  before  the  Walsh 
Industrial  Relations  Commit- 
tee, he  made  a  sorry  spectacle. 
His  answers  were  not  only 
superficial,  but  often  supercili- 
ous —  in  contrast  with  the 
statesmanlike  testimony  o  f 
young  John  D.  Rockefeller. 
Other  financiers  were  angry 
with  Morgan  for  giving  such 
an"  exhibition.  There  was  a 
reason:  the  explanation  is  that 
a  moving-picture  machine  was 
placed  within  a  few  yards  of 
Morgan's  head,  and  kept 
"click,  click,  clicking"  every 
time  he  moved  an  eyelash  or 
uttered  a  word.  He  felt  that 
he  was  being  exploited  to  pro- 
vide the  public  with  a  "show" 
— that  Walsh  was   anxious   to 


get  front-pagfe  headlines  for  his  Committee's 
play-acting.    ' 

James  Stillman  —  who,  with  the  original 
Morgan  and  Baker,  formed  the  "Big  Three" 
of  the  financial  world  for  many  a  day — is 
quite  as  talkative  as  was  J.  P.  Morgan  or  as 
Baker  is  to-day.  But  no  more  so.  He  has 
never  in  his  life  given  an  interview  for  pub- 
lication. When  I  jockeyed  another  financer 
into  introducing  me,  Stillman's  smileless 
greeting  without  any  handsliake,  was:  "You 
are  a  man  I  have  long  dreaded  having  to 
meet."  So  modest  is  Stillman,  so  careful  is 
he  to  keep  out  of  the  public  eye,  that  he  is 
sometimes  several  months  in  the  country — 
he  spends  most  of  his  time  in  Europe — before 
even  his  friends  learn  of  his  return.  His 
excuse  for  not  talking  now  is  that  he  died, 
in  a  business  sense,  a  decade  ago,  when  he 
retired  from  the  presidency  of  the  National 
City  Bank  and  installed  Frank  A.  Vanderllp 
in  his  place.  Mr.  Stillman  would  rather 
run  a  mile  than  run  into  a  reporter.  Yet  he 
is  broad-minded  enough  to  sanction  a  policy 
of  the  fullest  publicity  on  the  part  of  the 
City    Bank. 

Mr.  Vanderlip  is  the  antithesis  of  his  pre- 
decessor, Mr.  Stillman.  Being  an  ex-reporter 
he  still  has  a  fellow  feeling  for  the  breed.  He 
is  the  best  friend  the  financial  scribes  have. 
Whenever  they  are  stumped  in  running  down 
a  rumored  big  story,  they  turn  to  Vanderlip. 
If  he  can — and  he  usually  can — he  gladly 
helps  them  out,  either  by  giving  them  the 
facts,  or  by  telling  them  frankly  there  is 
nothing  in  it.  Almost  every  afternoon  a  de- 
putation of  newspaper  men  wait  on  him  and 
subject  him  to  a  quizzing  bee.  Often  the 
questions  fired  at  him  are  more  impertinent 
than  pertinent;  yet  he  never  loses  his  patience 
or  his   good   humor. 

"How  many  shares  of  International  Mer- 
cantile Marine  has  the  American  Interna- 
tional bought  in  the  market?"  a  daily  news- 
paper reporter  asked  him,  when  Wall  Street 
was  buzzing  with  the  news  that  this  ambitious 
Vanderlip  enterprise  was  after  control  of  the 
Shipping    Trust. 

"I  wonder?"  came  the  laughing  reply. 

After  the  reporters  had  gone.  Mr.  Van- 
derlip confided  to  the  writer  that  only  two 
men  in  the  world  had  this  information:  and 
the  number  was  not  increased. 

Did  you  notice  how  Jacob  H.  SchifT,  head 
of  the  second  largest  international  banking 
house  in  the  United  States  and  a  noted  philan- 
thropist, slipped  out  of  New  York  in  order  to 
dodge  the  many  gatherings  planned  for  the 
celebration  of  his  seventieth  birthday  last 
January?  That  was  typical  of  Mr.  Schiff. 
He  devotes  more  time  to  giving  away  money 
and  to  the  doing  of  charitable  work  than  any 
other  banker  in  America.  But  he  won't 
let  anybody  make  a  fuss  over  him  or  his 
benefactions.  He  never  grants  any  inter- 
views   in    New    York    for    publication;    but 


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sometimes  he  lets  himself  go  when  away 
from  home.  He  also  discusses  matters  very 
freely  with  three  newspaper  men  whom  he 
trusts  implicitly,  but  never  for  quotation.  I 
happened  to  drop  in  to  see  Mr.  Schiff  just 
before  he  disappeared  mysteriously  on  the 
eve  of  his  birthday,  and  he  confessed  that  he 
was  just  about  to  decamp.     I  asked  him  why. 

"There  are  any  number  of  people,"  he 
replied,  "who  would  like  to  do  just  as  much 
as  I  have  ever  done,  but  who  have  not  had 
it  within  their  power.  Because  God  has 
blessed  me  with  the  means  to  do  something 
for  others,  that  is  no  reason  why  I  should 
set  myself  up  to  be  praised  or  feted  for 
doing  it." 

And  he  hurriedly  cleaned  up  his  desk, 
preparatory   to   vamoosing. 

Otto  H.  Kahn,  one  of  Mr.  Schiff's  partners, 
is  a  strong  believer  in  publicity,  and  is  one 
of  the  men  whom  newspaper  reporters  call 
upon  very  frequently,  as  he  is  a  great  rail- 
road reorganizer  and  is  influential  in  other 
fields.  Like  Mr.  Schiff,  Mr.  Kahn  very  rarely 
allows  his  name  to  be  mentioned;  but  he  is 
not  averse  to  disclosing  anything  he  legiti- 
mately can.  His  views  on  financial  and  eco- 
nomic problems  are  often  sought;  for  he 
does  his  own  thinking.  The  only  fault  the 
busy  newspaper  scribes  have  to  find  with 
Kahn  is  that  he  invariably  asks  them  to 
wait  before  he  sees  them. 

Incidentally,  all  the  time  he  is  being  in- 
terviewed, he  keeps  drawing  mathematical 
figures  on  a  pad,' with  a  ferocity  suggesting 
that   his   life   depended   upon    the   number   of 


squares,  angles,  parallelograms,  and  circles 
he  dashed  off. 

H.  P.  Davison,  the  star  partner  of  J.  P. 
Morgan  &  Company,  knows  how  to  treat  the 
public.     He  never  lies,  or  even   prevaricates. 

Perhaps  the  most  sought  after  magnate 
in  America  to-day  is  Charles  M.  Schwab. 
Whenever  the  news  spreads  that  he  is  in  the 
city,  all  classes  of  people  troop  to  his  office 
and  besiege  him.  The  only  reason  he  does 
not  see  them  all  is  that  there  are  only 
twenty-four  hours  in  the  day,  and  he  needs 
most  of  these  hours  to  keep  his  60,000  em- 
ployees supplied  with  work.  An  exclusive 
interview  with  Schwab  is  accounted  a  worth- 
while newspaper  "scoop,"  because  Schwab 
can  not  talk  without  saying  something  in- 
teresting. In  ten  minutes  the  upbuilder  of 
the  American  Krupps  can  rattle  off  enough 
to  make  a  two-column  front-page  "beat."  He 
invariably  springs  a  few  jokes. 

Judge  Gary,  head  of  the  billion-dollar  Steel 
Corporation,  was  one  of  the  earliest  apostles 
of  corporate  publicity.  He  practises  what  he 
preaches.  He  often  inconveniences  himself  to 
enable  responsible  writers  to  perform  their 
legitimate  duty.  His  manner  is  as  genial  as 
Schwab's. 

The  president  of  the  largest  trust  company 
in  the  United  States,  Charles  H.  Sabin, 
adopted  the  same  policy  as  his  chum,  Harry 
Davison;  but,  since  he  was  so  much  criti- 
cized for  having  revealed  that  Germany  was 
about  to  make  a  move  for  peace,  he  has  been 
a  little  more  reserved,  although  his  informa- 
tion  was  correct. 


New  Ways  of  Catching  Submarines 


Some  American  inventions  that  may  be 
tried  out. 


ONE  of  the  most  pressing  problems  at  the 
present  time  is  that  of  coping  with  the 
submarine  menace.  American  inventors 
have  turned  to  it  with  characteristic  energy 
and  many  suggestions  have  been  made,  the 
best  of  which"  are  summarized  in  the  follow- 
ing article  from  The  Scientific  American. 

All  naval  men  are  agreed  that  the  best 
method  of  procedure  against  the  submarine 
menace  is  to  attack  the  U-boats  at  their 
bases;  in  other  words,  the  ocean  is  expansive, 
and  once  a  German  submarine  escapes  to  the 
open  sea  the  area  over  which  the  hunt  must 
be  conducted  is  such  that  the  chances  of  cap- 
turing or  destroying  it  are  few.  Indeed,  it  is 
the  old  case  of  an  ounce  of  prevention  being 
worth  a  pound  of  cure;  but  in  this  particular 
instance  the  proportion  is  somewhat  altered 
— the  ounce  of  prevention  is  readily  worth 
a  ton  of  cure.  However,  just  so  long  as  the 
submarines  are  permitted  to  roam  the  high 
seas  the  submarine  problem  resolves  itself 
into  a  matter  of  detecting  and  capturing  or 
destroying  the  U-boats;  all  of  which  stands 
for  the   ton   of   cure. 

Of  paramount  importance  is  the  detection 
of  the  German  U-boats,  for  once  their  pre- 
sence is  known  they  are  robbed  of  their  in- 
itial and  greatest  advance — invisibility.  Naval 
men  have  told  us  time  and  again  that  given 
the  location  of  a  U-boat,  the  task  of  capturing 
or  destroying  it  becomes  almost  automatic,  or 
at  least  simple  and  practically  certain.  So 
the  subject  of  detection  is  an  important  one 
and  should  receive  the  immediate  and  best 
attention  of  all  inventors  working  on  the  sub- 
marine problem;  To  this  end  there  has  been 
collected  a  number  of  suggestions  and  prin- 
ciples which,  after  careful  study,  have  either 
been  held  as  having  special  promise  or  as 
entirely  misleading  with  regard  to  the  de- 
tection of  U-boats,  and  this  collection  forms 
the   basis   of  the  present  article. 

Prominent  among  the  suggestions  offered 
by  inventors  is  that  of  using  some  form  of 
optical  instrument,  such  as  an  inverted  peris- 
cope, for  seeing  under  water.  When  it  comes 
to  seeing  any  appreciable  distance,  say  even 
a  few  hundred  feet,  the  inverted  periscope 
and  other  similar  devices  are  practically 
valueless.  Mr.  Harold  A.  C.  Sintzenich,  a  cin- 
ematographer  who  has  exposed  thousands  of 
feet  of  film  at  the  bottom  of  the  sea  by  means 


of  the  well-known  Williamson  tube,  states 
that  under  the  best  conditions  one  cannot  see 
more  than  100  feet,  and  even  then  the  objects 
are  hazy  masses  devoid  of  detail.  Beyond  that 
distance — at  a  depth  of  30  feet  or  more — 
everything  blends  into  a  dark  green  back- 
ground. Now  the  point  to  bear  in  mind  is  that 
the  Williamson  apparatus  permits  a  direct 
vision  through  a  two-inch  thickness  of  opti- 
cally perfect  glass,  and  there  is  a  minimum 
of  light  absorption;  and  if  100  feet  appears 
to  be  the  extreme  range  of  vision  under  ideal 
conditions,  surely  the  distance  would  be  con- 
siderably shorter  when  using  any  type  of 
periscope.    As  the  depth  increases  the  vision 


rapidly  decreases,  for  sunlight  penetrates 
the  water  only  in  a  very  limited  way.  Even 
with  the  aid  of  powerful  lights  it  is  impossible 
to  increase  the  range  of  vision,  since 'there  is 
no  better  illuminant  than  sunlight  to  begin 
with. 

The  use  of  submarine  searchlights  has  been 
suggested  for  the  purpose  of  detecting  the  U- 
boats,  one  plan  being  to  employ  a  red  beam  of 
light  which,  according  to  the  inventor,  could 
be  seen  stretching  out  from  the  hull  of  the 
ship  to  a  distance  of  several  miles  by  an  ob- 
server in  the  crow's  nest.  The  red  beam,  it 
is  claimed,  would  form  a  more  striking  con- 
trast with  the  green  water  than  a  white 
one,  hence  it  could  be  seen  duriVig  daylight. 
By  means  of  a  remote  electrical  control  the 
observer  could  play  the  projector  around, 
watching  all  the  while  the  thin  pencil  of  light 
some  two  miles  in  length.  Should  a  sub- 
marine be  lurking  in  the  vicinity  of  the  ship, 
the  beam  of  light  would  come  in  contact  with 
it,  and  obviously  the  pencil  of  light  would  be 
interrupted  at  that  point.  The  observer,  not- 
ing that  the  pencil  of  light  did  not  extend  its 
normal  distance,  would  immediately  know 
that  some  object  was  interposed  in  the  beam 
at  that  point.  With  the  angles  of  the  sight- 
ing instrument  and  the  projector  known,  and 
working  with  a  base  line — the  distance  be- 
tween the  sighting  instrument  and  the  pro- 
jector-»of  known  length,  the  exact  distance  of 
the  submarine  from  the  ship  could  be  accur- 
ately determined  and  communicated  to  the 
gun  crew. 

Unfortunately,  however,  it  is  quite  impos- 
sible to  penetrate  water  for  any  great  dis- 
tance with  light  of  any  kind,  daylight  in- 
cluded. It  may  be  true  that  red  light  would 
serve  to  better  advantage  because  of  the  con- 
trast with  the  green  mass  of  matter;  still,  the 
fact  remains  that  its  penetrative  power 
would  be  less  than  that  of  white  light.  Ex- 
periments performed  with  a  standard  30-inch 
projector  indicate  that  200  feet  is  the  great- 
est distance  that  can  be  penetrated  by  a  high- 
ly concentrated  beam,  and  needless  to  say  this 
distance  is  totally   inadequate. 

The  electro-magnet  has  been  the  centre  of 
much  interest  in  connection  with  the  sub- 
marine detecting  problem,  and  numerous 
have  been  the  suggestions  to  employ  magne- 
tism in  some  form  or  another.  Generally,  the 
scheme  is  to  lower  electro-magnets  into  the 
water  and  tow  them  along,  with  the  object 


Details  of  a  suggested  Type  of    tell-tale  net  which  may  be  con- 
nected     with      other      similar    parts     to      form      large     nets. 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


Submarine  Chaser  following  a  Submarine  which  has  become  ensnarled 
in    a    tell-tale    net,    and    sliding    a  contact    bomb    down    the  steel  wire. 


of  having  them  attracted  to  the  steel  sides  of 
any  submarine  they  may  encounter — a  sort 
of  magnetic  fishing,  as  it  were.  Once  the 
electro-magnets  firmly  hold  on  the  submarine 
there  are  several  procedures,  depending  upon 
the  ideas  of  the  individual  inventor.  Some 
advocate  sliding  a  contact  bomb  down  the 
wire  cable  connected  to  the  electro-magnet, 
while  others  suggest  lifting  the  submarine  out 
of  the  water,  capturing  it  intact  and  making 
its  crew  prisoners! 

If  persons  interested  in  the  electro-magne- 
tic detector  would  spend  a  few  minutes  of 
their  time  experimenting  with  a  permanent 
magnet,  or,  better  still,  an  electro-magnet, 
they  would  soon  learn  the  fallacy  of  this 
method.  To  begin  with,  magnetic  lines  of 
force  are  curved,  starting  at  one  pole  of  the 
magnet  and  terminating  at  the  other.  For 
this  reason  magnetic  force  is  very  localized; 
as  an  example  of  this,  suppose  an  electro- 
magnet will  lift  ten  pounds  readily,  it  is 
bizarre  indeed  that  the  same  magnet  will  not 
attract  a  small  nail  a  few  feet  away.  But 
such  is  the  fact. 

In  consequence  it  becomes  evident  that  fish- 
ing for  submarines  by  means  of  electro-mag- 
nets is  not  a  remunerative  method,  for  the 
ocean  is  big  and  in  order  to  detect  the  U-boat 
it  is  absolutely  necessary  to  have  the  electro- 
magnet come  into  actual  contact  with  the  steel 
mass.  As  for  the  holding  power  of  the  mag- 
net when  once  in  contact  with  the  steel  plates 
of  the  underwater  prey,  there  is  no  doubt, 
since  windings  of  any  de,sired  strength  can 
readily  be  used;  but  the  suggestion  on  the 
whole  is  so  typical  of  hunting  a  negdle  in  a 
haystack  that  its  application  seems  precluded 
from  the  very  start. 

If  a  magnet  did  possess  the  power  of  at- 
tracting large  bodies  at  a  distance,  as  most 
inventors  evidently  take  for  granted,  this 
method  would  hold  much  promise.  But  un- 
fortunately this  is  not  the  case,  and  we  are 
unable  to  change  the  phenomenon  of  mag- 
netism. 

A  variation  of  the  electro-magnetic  prin- 
ciple Is  the  suggested  use  of  a  sensitive  com- 
pass to  detect  the  presence  of  a  great  mass  of 
steel,  such  as  a  submarine.  However,  it  must 
be  taken  for  granted  that  the  device  is  to  be 
employed  aboard  a  wooden  ship,  which  elimin- 
ates it  from  consideration  where  a  steel  vessel 
is  concerned,  thereby  limiting  its  application 
to  wooden  cargo  boats  and  small  craft.  While 
it  is  true  that  a  compass  needle  is  quite  sen- 
sitive, it  is  doubtful  if  it  would  prove  of 
much  value  in  detecting  a  submarine  hull  a 
ishort  distance  away,  even  under  ideal  con- 
ditions. 

Water,  especially  salt  water,  is  a  pretty 
fair  conductor  of  electricity.  Taking  advan- 
tage of  this  fact  at  least  one  inventor  has  sug- 
gested making  use  of  electrodes  arranged  in 
the  form  of  buoys  or  even  using  electrically- 
fired  mines  themselves,  and  measuring  the 
resistance  of  the  water  between  pairs  by 
means  of  sensitive  electrical  instruments. 
Under  normal  conditions  the  resistance  would 
not  vary  appreciably;  but  once  a  submarine 
passed  between  the  electrodes  its  huge  bulk 
several  times  that  of  the  electrodes,  would 
materially  affect  the  resistance  of  the  circuit 
allowing  more  current  to  flow  through  and 
indicating  a  greater  deflection  on  the  galvano- 
meters or  other  measuring  instruments.  All 
of  which  sounds  most  promising  on  paper. 


However,  salt  water  is  such  an  excellent 
conductor  of  electricity  that  electrical  en- 
gineers scoff  at  the  practicability  of  this  idea. 
They  point  out  that  the  drop  in  resistance 
brought  about  by  the  passage  of  a  submarine 
would  be  very  small,  even  when  the  electrodes 
or  mines  were  placed  close  together;  and  if 
the  electrical  instruments  were  made  delicate 
enough  to  detect  this  slight  drop  in  resistance, 
the  slightest  irregularity  in  the  positioning 
of  the  electrodes  and  the  thinnest  layer  of 
oxide  or  dust  on  the  switch  contacts  would 
give  misleading  indications.  In  other  words, 
the  drop  in  resistance  which  is  depended  upon 
to  detect  submarines  is  so  slight  that  the 
apparatus  is  far  too  sensitive  for  practical 
use.  It  is  strictly  in  the  laboratory  class,  if  at 
:.u  feasible.  Even  if  we  were  to  admit  its 
practicability,  it  is  obvious  that  this  sugges- 
tion is  intended  primarily  for  harbor  defense 
works  and  is  hardly  applicable  to  hunting 
the  U-boat  on  the  high  seas. 

Probably  borrowing  a  leaf  from  the  method 
employed  in  France  for  discovering  unex- 
ploded  shells  on  erstwhile  battlefields  about 
to  be  plowed,  the  Hughes  induction  balance 
has  been  suggested  as  a  means  of  locating 
submarines.  This  delicate  electrical  instru- 
ment, as  is  well  known,  detects  the  presence 
of  metal  bodies  at  a  considerable  distance — in 
the  laboratory,  but  in  connection  with  the 
submarine  problem  it  is  doubtful  if  it  could 
be  made  sufficiently  sensitive  to  detect  U- 
boats  at  an  appreciable  distance.  Indeed,  the 
main  difficulty  with  this  and  many  other  sug- 
gestions is  that  the  U-commander  very  un- 
obUgingly  keeps  his  craft  at  a  distance  far 
beyond  that  at  which  it  may  be  detected. 
Still,  the  Hughes  induction  balance  principle 
may  not  be  altogether  hopeless  if  developed 
on   an   ambitious  scale. 

Simple  to  make,  inexpensive  and  evidently 
practical,  the  tell-tale  net  sugegsted  by  Mr. 
Lewis  B.  Shader,  of  Union  Hill,  N.J.,  presents 
an  interesting  example  of  what  can  be  done  in 
the  way  of  mechanical  contrivances.  He  pro- 
poses using  a  net  of  quarter-inch  twine  and 
20-foot  mesh,  supported  from  a  bamboo  rod 
float  and  provided  at  the  bottom  with  a  bam- 
boo stretcher,  passes  up  along  the  side  of  the 
net,  through  a  detachable  ring  at  the  end  of 


the  bamboo  float,  and  then  pays  out  several 
hundred  feet  until  it  reaches  a  tell-tale  buoy. 
The  net  is  made  on  the  unit  principle;  that  is 
to  say,  a  number  of  them  may  be  combined  by 
means  of  a  simple  flexible  connection.  The 
twine  or  rope  may  be  colored  green,  so  as  to 
be  indiscernible  at  even  a  small  distance 
away,  and  additional  floats  may  be  provided. 
According  to  Mr.  Shader  these  nets  can  be 
manufactured  in  very  large  quantities,  be- 
cause of  their  simplicity  and  low  cost,  and 
their  weight  and  bulk  is  such  that  they  can  be 
carried  in  large  numbers  by  torpedo-boat 
destroyers  and  submarine  chasers.  The  nets 
can  be  scattered  about  promiscuously  on  the 
high  seas,  particularly  where  submarines  are 
known  to  be  active.  The  action  of  the  tell- 
tale net  is  this:  The  submarine,  running  sub- 
merged, runs  into  the  net  and  becomes  en- 
snarled  in  it  without  the  commanders  being 
aware  of  the  fact,  for  the  reason  that  the 
twine  is  light  and  produces  no  sound,  and  in 
no  way  affects  the  motion  of  the  U-boat. 
However,  as  the  underwater  craft  proceeds 
with  the  net  it  trails  behind  it  the  surface 
buoy,  which  effectually  tags  it  so  that  nearby 
surface  craft  can  detect  its  presence  and  fol- 
low it.  While  this  feature  alone  is  sufficient 
to  make  the  tell-tale  net  effective,  Mr.  Shader 
suggests  using  a  trolley  bomb  which  can  be 
applied  to  the  end  of  the  steel  wire  or  cable. 
For  this  purpose  the  surface  craft  speeds  up 
to  the  buoy,  which  is  picked  up,  and  by  pull- 
ing slightly  on  the  cable  causes  the  connec- 
tion between  it  and  the  bamboo  rod  float  to 
be  broken.  Thus  the  steel  wire  goes  directly 
to  the  bamboo  stretcher  which,  together  with 
the  net,  is  wrapped  about  the  submarine,  and 
when  a  contact  bomb  is  placed  on  the  wire  it 
should  be  possible  with  some  manoeuvring  to 
slide  it  down  against  the  side  of  the  U-boat 
with  disastrous  effects  to  the  latter. 

All  in  all,  this  suggestion  has  much  to  com- 
mend it,  and  might  well  be  used  as  a  model 
by  others  working  on  the  submarine  problem. 
If  the  eyes  are  of  little  value  under  water 
the  same  is  fortunately  not  true  of  the  ears; 
for  water  is  a  most  excellent  conductor  of 
sound  and  lends  itself  nicely  to  sound  detect- 
ing systems.  The  fact  that  there  are  no  so- 
called  zones  of  silence  in  the  water  and  that  it 
is  a  homogeneous  medium  permits  of  the  use 
of  sound-detecting  system  with  every  advan- 
tage  at   the   outset. 

It  is  understood  that  much  is  being  done 
in  the  way  of  employing  megaphones  for  the 
detection  of  submarines,  and  some  of  these 
systems  have  already  reached  a  remarkable 
state  of  development,  permitting  not  only  the 
presence  of  a  U-boat  to  be  detected,  but  also 
its  exact  position  so  that  the  range  can  be 
given  to  a  gun  crew.  It  is  well  to  add  here 
that  the  original  microphone  system  employed 
by  the  Entente  Powers  some  time  ago  oper- 
ated quite  satisfactorily,  according  to  re- 
ports, until  the  Germans  saw  fit  to  mount 
their  motors  on  sound-absorbing  bases,  thus 
making  their  submarines  practically  silent 
and  foiling  the  megaphone  ears  of  the  British 
and  French  land  stations.  However,  the  lat- 
est system  of  microphonic  detection  do  not 
rely  upon  the  submarine's  hum,  hence  it  is  of 
no  consequence  whether  the  German  craft  are 
noiseless  or  noisy,  running  at  top  speed  or 
resting  on   the  bottom. 


Germany  Can't^Be  Starved 


So  Declares  Writer  on  Food  Problem  of 
the  Central  Empires. 


CAN  Germany  be  starved?  Writing  in 
The  Forum,  Edward  Lyell  Fox  says  not. 
He  believes  that  the  German  people,  trained 
as  they  now  are  to  short  rations,  can  con- 
tinue to  get  along  on  such  food  supplies  as 
are  available.  He  says,  in  dealing  with  the 
effect  on  the  individual: 

Out  of  the  War  comes  a  new  science  in 
living.  Germany  has  been  "starved"  into 
condition.  The  proverbial,  rotund,  beer- 
drinking,  hearty-eating  subject  of  the 
Kaiser  has  undergone  a  metamorphosis. 
To-day  he  is  a  slim,  trim,  upstanding  man. 


sinewy  and  strong.  He  had  been  eating  too 
much.  Germany  has  demonstrated  that 
starvation  diet  is  the  best  diet  for  soldiers, 
scientists,  civilians.  "Fletcherism"  in  its 
broadest  sense  has  prevailed;  and,  strange 
to  say,  Horace  Fletcher  has  gone  to  Ger- 
many to  witness  the  result. 

The  German  people,  since  hostilities  be- 
gan, have  lopped  off  over  a  billion  pounds 
of  fat.  .  The  great  Spas  to  which  Germany 
made  its  semi-annual  piigrimage  before  the 
War-  Carlsbad,  Wiesbaden,  Baden-Baden— 
the  Meceas  of  an  auto-intoxicated  popula- 
tion, may  be  reserved  after  the  War  for 
American  pilgrims.  By  the  enforced  diet 
list,  the  physical  debilities  of  a  nation  have 
been  swept  away.  Influenza,  appendicitis, 
gout,  rheumatism  and  allied  curses  of  a  fat 


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and     stomach-filled     civilization     have     dis- 
appeared. . 

In  place  of  foods  rich  in  protein,  like 
meat,  have  come  the  carbo-hydrates,  vege- 
tables and  cheese.  Aside  from  these  funda- 
mentals, including  bread  and  potatoes,  Ger- 
many is  living  on  a  substitution  diet.  Be- 
fore the  War,  struggles  to  educate  the 
people  in  the  science  of  substitution  were 
fruitless.  But  to-day.  acorns,  white  thorn 
berries  and  chicory,  mixed  with  a  pinch  of 
coffee,  give  the  people  a  palatable  "coffee." 
Tea  drinkers  have  been  given  a  substitute 
-a  brew  from  the  leaves  of  blackberries, 
strawberries  and  raspberries  makes  Ger- 
man tea  a  beverage  not  to  be  scorned.  Sac- 
charine has  replaced  sugar.  Milk,  except 
for  the  use  of  babies,  is  rarely  sold  in  any 
but  condensed  form.  Jam,  made  from  tur- 
nips, carrots,  plums,  damsons  and  apples — 
does  the  duty  of  butter;  mushrooms  and 
other  forest  fungi  answer  for  meat.  Ten 
slices  of  bread  (twenty  per  cent,  potato 
flour)  per  day,  a  half  pound  of  meat  a  week, 
an  egg  and  a  fifth  of  a  pound  of  butter, 
complete  the  "war  cure"  for  each   person. 

Horace  Fletcher  told  me  that  the  block- 
ade is  a  providential  blessing  for  Germany 
— that  it  has  given  the  German  people  a 
chance  to  take  stock  of  themselves,  to  apply 
scientific  living  to  their  bodies  as  they  have 
applied  the  science  of  chemistry  to  the  pro- 
ducts of  nature.  I  have  been  surveying 
the  German  food  situation  at  close  range. 
Can  they  hold  out  in  their  substitution 
diet?  Are  the  substituted  supplies  ade- 
quate? Will  the  new  diet  debilitate  the 
fighting  and  working  efficiency  of  the  people, 
or  will  Germany  come  through  the  "war 
cure"   revitalized? 

For  the  moment  we  must  deal  with  the 
scientific.  The  world  has  been  used  to  liv- 
ing on  the  Konig  standard  of  nutrition. 
That  was  evolved  fifty  years  ago  by  Carl 
Voight  in  Munich.  It  was  to  establish  a 
standard  for  the  daily  nourishment  of  the 
human  body.  It  is  based  upon  this  formu- 
la: 

5  grams  of  protein  (protein  repairing  the 

cell    tissues    of    the    body.      Protein    is 

found     in     large     quantities     in     meat, 

eggs,  milk  and  other  expensive  foods). 

3  grams  of  fat  (fat  from  butter  and  fatty 

foods). 
1    gram    of    carbohydrate    (the    starch    of 

starchy  foods).  

That  is  what  was  accepted  fifty  years  ago. 
Now,  heat  and  energy  for  the  body  are  fig- 
ured by  the  unit  "calorie."  Hence  to  live 
according  to  the  Konig  standard — as  the 
world  has  been  doing  for  fifty  years — our 
daily  food  intake  is  in  this  proportion: 
5  grams  protein  =  20.5  calories. 
.3  grams  fat=27.9  calories. 
1  gram  carbohydrate=4.1  calories. 
That  is  a  total  of  53.1  calories.  That 
means  that  out  of  every  100  calories  sup- 
plied the  human  body,  over  38  per  cent, 
must  be  protein.  But  since  that  Konig  for- 
mula was  accepted  by  science,  the  experi- 
ments of  Horace  Fletcher,  Dr.  Hindhede, 
Irving  Fischer,  of  Yale  University,  Graham 
Lusk  of  Cornell,  Gebhart  of  the  Sage  Foun- 
dation, and  Chittenden,  of  Yale,  have  proven 
beyond  all  doubt  that  the  human  body  needs 
only  10  per  cent,  of  its  calories  to  come 
from  protein.  But  the  white  race  is  used 
to  living  under  the  fifty  years'  old  Konig 
standard.  And  that  is  the  fundamental  rea- 
son why  the  white  race  does  not  under- 
stand why  Germany  is  holding  out  on  food. 
For  the  white  race  is  used  to  taking  from 
30  to  38  per  cent,  of  its  daily  nourishment 
in  the  form  of  meat,  eggs,  milk.  The  world 
knows  that  Germany  has  not  an  abundance 
of  these  things.  Therefore,  the  world  won- 
ders how  Germany  lives.  But  Germany  is 
living  to-day  under  the  scientifically  proven 
standards  of  that  band  of  food  revolution- 
aries, Fletcher,  Hindhede  and  their  col- 
leagues. 

Germany,  with  its  loss  of  over  a  billion 
pounds  of  fat  from  human  beings,  shows  an 
amazing  decrease  in  disease.  Another  bene- 
fit is  that  food,  such  as  cereals,  which  con- 
tain only  10  per  cent,  protein — the  percent- 
age   the    human    body    needs    out    of    every 


hundred  calories  taken  in — costs  seven 
times  less  than  meats  and  gives  all  the 
nourishment  that  science  has  established 
as  being  necessary.  To  quote  Dr.  Hind- 
hede: "It  coals  about  twenty  times  as  Tnuch 
to  live  on  meat  as  to  live  on  cereals."  He 
proved  this  on  a  test  which  lasted  eight 
weeks,  during  which  his  food  cost  him  7c 
a  day — the  exact  pro  rata  price  it  is  cost- 
ing to-day  to  feed  the  Belgians. 

The  German  food  allowance  is  three 
thousand  calories  a  day.  Germany  has 
plenty  of  non-protein  foods,  the  lowest  of 
which  contain  ten  per  cent,  of  protein.  The 
meat  allowances  of  the  German  food  cards 
are  merely  to  make  concessions  to  the 
human  appetite.  Meat  is  not  needed  to 
sustain  life.  Alsd,  by  cutting  rich  protein 
food  (meat,  eggs,  etc.)  from  the  nation's 
diet,  an  enormous  saving  is  made  possible. 
The  Germans  are  driving  that  home  to  their 
people  more  than  ever.  Privy  Councilor 
Boas  is  now  lecturing  over  the  empire: 
"How  one  can  live  on  almost  nothing." 
He  implores  the  Germans  to  "throw  to  the 
winds"  their  idolatrous  regard  for  certain 
foods  which  they  falsely  regard  as  rich  in 
albumen.  He  scientifically  proves  that  they 
can  get  their  necessary  daily  nourishment 
in  2,917  grams  of  potatoes  or  in  thirty-five 
eggs  or  in  2,857  grams  of  beef.  And  he 
points  out  that  the  price  of  the  potatoes  is 
9  cents;   the  eggs,  $2.87,  and  the  beef,  $4.00. 


It  is  significant  to  note  that  Since  food 
prices  have  risen  in  England,  since  the 
newspapers — for  example,  the  Daily  Chron- 
icle in  its  issue  of  October  12th,  have  been 
carrying  on  a  food  propaganda  with  head- 
lines "Food  for  two  on  fifteen  shillings  a 
week."  "Meatless  day  for  all," — it  is  sig- 
nificant that  since  England  has  begtm  to 
carry  on  a  food  propaganda  that  London's 
death  rate  has  dropped  to  twelve  in  a  thou- 
sand, lower  even  than  New  York's. 

In  viewing  the  German  food  situation, 
the  kicks  that  leak  out,  the  sensational 
reports  from  Scandinavian  capitals,  facta 
such  as  one  egg  a  week,  a  half  pound  of 
meat,  one-fifth  of  a  pound  of  butter,  coffee 
from  acorns,  jams  from  turnips,  letters 
saying  "Food,  food  is  the  only  topic,"  these 
things  are  unimportant.  The  only  import- 
ant thing  is  that  the  human  body  needs  for 
sedentary  occupation  18  to  2,400  calories 
of  food  a  day,  only  ten  per  cent,  of  which 
need  be  protein.  Germany  to-day  is  get- 
ting 3,000  calories  per  person — more  than 
she  needs — and  her  sources  for  the  kind  of 
food  that  makes  up  these  3,000  calories  are 
illimitable. 

To  starve  out  Germany,  considering  the 
testimony  of  men  like  Fletcher,  Dr.  Hind- 
hede, Waller  of  England,  and  in  view  of  the 
results  of  the  Belgium  Relief  Commission,, 
would  seem  to  be  a  scientific  impossibilty. 


An  Unique  Railroad  President 


The  Neiv  Methods  of  "Mat."  Brush,  Head 
of  the  Boston  Elevated. 


M.\TTHEWS  C.  BRUSH,  president  of 
the  Boston  Elevated  Railroad  and  only 
39  years  of  age,  is  a  remarkably  suc- 
cessful executive,  to  hear  Alfred  Grimberg 
tell  about  him  in  The  American.  It  is  impos- 
sible to  quote  all  that  is  told  of  this  brisk 
young  railroad  president  but  it  will  be  suffi- 
cient to  reprint  what  is  said  about  his  meth- 
ods of  handling  his  new  "job." 

Matthew  Brush  is  direct  in  everything  he 
does.  He  talks  directly.  He  acts  directly. 
One  thing  that  he  hates  with  all  the  positive- 
ness  of  his  Middle  Western  soul  is  to  have  a 
mass  of  papers  piled  up  on  the  desk  in  front 
of  him.  To  avoid  this  customary  accumula- 
tion of  documents  he  has  devised  an  extra- 
ordinarily successful  system  of  council  meet- 
ings. 

Twice  a  week,  Tuesdays  and  Thursdays,  a 
score  of  men  gather  around  Brush's  oblong 
table.  Each  man  talks  in  turn,  holding  a 
small  memorandum  in  his  hand.  The  head  of 
the  traffic  division  may  say  that  he  needs  a 
new  crane  car  or  more  passenger  cars  on  a 
certain  line.  At  once  the  other  men  are 
shooting  questions  at  him.  When  the  dis- 
cussion is  over  they  all  turn  to  Matthew 
Brush.  He  makes  a  decision,  and  the  next 
matter  is  taken  up.  Thus,  in  fifteen  minutes 
a  problem  is  settled  which  under  the  old  sys- 
tem   would    have    taken    six    weeks.      Letters 


used  to  be  written  by  the  heads  of  the  de- 
partments to  the  vice  presidents — to  be  re- 
ferred by  them  to  the  president.  The  time 
taken  by  stenographers,  messengers  and  other 
employees  connected  with  the  laborious  un- 
winding of  red  tape  represented  an  invest- 
ment of  hundreds  of  dollars. 

When  Brush  was  made  president  he  sent 
out  word  that  he  wanted  to  talk  to  a  num- 
ber of  the  old  men  with  whom  he  had  work- 
ed. They  trooped  in,  a  little  puzzled  and 
uncertain.  How  would  Matt  Brush  be,  now 
that  he  was  the  big  boss?  The  new  presi- 
dent greeted  them  with  all  his  old  cordiality. 

"This  is  what  I  wanted  to  talk  with  you 
boys  about,"  he  began,  "I'm  going  to  try  to- 
improve  your  entire  system.  No  man  can 
work  with  handcuffs  on.  Every  man  in  this 
organization  is  responsible  for  the  work  he 
does.  I'm  going  to  give  you  full  freedom 
either  to  make  good  or  hang  yourselves.  As 
soon  as  I  take  the  lid  off,  remove  the  covers, 
and  have  everything  out  in  the  open,  a  man 
can  do  only  one  of  two  things:  he  has  got  to 
make  good  or  get  out. 

"Now,  I've  been  made  president  of  this 
road;  but  I  don't  know  everything  there  is 
to  know  about  it.  Not  by  a  long  shot!  I 
want  every  man  to  give  me  his  opinion  of 
the  road  freely.  I'll  either  act  on  his  sug- 
gestion or  prove  to  him  where  he  is  wrong. 

"When  I  was  working  with  you  men  I  heard 
you  curse  the  system,  the  methods,  and  every- 
thing else  about  the  road.  You  used  to  say, 
'If  I  were  president  I  would  do  this  or  that 
or  the  other  thing!'  .  .  .  Well,  you've  got 
your  chance  now,  every  last  mother's  son  of 
you.  You're  the  president  of  this  road.  Now, 
what  are  you  going  to  do  about  it?" 


Germany  Will  Not  Attack 


A   Theory  Based  on  the  Attitude  of  the 
Enemy  This  Year. 


THAT  the  war  will  not  continue  for  more 
than  another  year  is  the  view  expressed 
by  A.  Shadwell  in  the  course  of  an  article  in 
The  Nineteenth  Century.  In  developing  this 
opinion,  he  outlines  what  he  conceives  to  be 
the  German  military  policy  this  year  with  a 
clearness  that  carries  a  certain  degree  of  con- 
viction. It  is,  in  brief,  that  Germany  is  de- 
pending entirely  on  her  U-boat  campaign  and 
is   prepared  to   stand   upon   the  defensive  on 


land;  nay,  is  compelled  to  do  so.  The  absence 
of  any  move,  against  the  badly  disorganized 
Russians  would  seem  to  lend  weight  to  this 
view.  However,  let  Mr.  Shadwell  develop  the 
theory  himself. 

Events  have  moved  so  fast  of  late  that 
though  the  future  is  still  uncertain  it  is  less 
obscure  than  it  was  a  few  months  ago.  The 
veil  is  thinner  and  some  things  can  be  seen 
through  it.  One  is  that  the  war  will  not  last 
very  much  longer,  by  which  I  mean  that  it 
will  not  drag  on  indefinitely  or  even  for  two 
or  three  years.  It  cannot;  the  pace  is  too  hot 
and  the  strain  too  great.  It  might  have  been 
otherwise.     If  the  pace  had  slackened  and  a 


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lull  had  occurred  giving  time  for  rest  and  re- 
cuperation, the  war  might  have  been  drawn 
out  longer.  That  is  what  used  to  happen  in 
the  old  wars,  which  lasted  for  decades.  Troops 
used  to  go  regularly  into  winter  quarters  and 
there  were  long  periods  of  inactivity  with 
armistices  and  occasional  spells  of  peace. 
Warfare  was  not  continuous.  Nor  when  it 
went  on  did  it  involve  efforts  comparable  with 
those  demanded  by  this  war,  in  which  the 
whole  strength  of  the  belligerent  nations  is 
thrown  into  the  struggle.  This  unprecedented 
strain  we  owe  to  the  German  military  policy 
which  set  the  pace  in  the  scale  of  armies  and 
development  of  weapons  in  preparation  and, 
finally,  of  operations  in  action.  The  result  is 
to  make  a  long-drawn  war  impossible;  the 
strain  cannot  be  borne.  And  by  a  just  decree 
of  fate  the  consequences  of  Germany's  own 
policy  are  recoiling  on  her  own  head. 

The  German  invitation  to  discuss  peace  in 
December  was  intended  to  secure  a  respite 
from  the  strain,  an  interval  for  rest  and  re- 
cuperation at  least,  if  nothing  else.  It  was 
not  the  first  attempt,  but  it  was  the  most  de- 
finite and  significant;  it  marked  a  stage  in 
the  course,  which  can  be  clearly  traced  as  we 
look  back.  The  scale  of  military  action  pre- 
pared for  many  years  was  planned  with  a 
view  to  a  short  war.  The  elaborate  calcula- 
tions on  which  it  was  based  did  not  take  into 
account  the  possibility  of  a  long  one,  which 
in  itself  proves  that  the  object  was  military 
aggression.  For  had  it  been  truly  defensive 
the  possibility  of  indefinite  duration  must 
have  entered  into  the  calculations  and  have 
counselled  the  husbanding  of  resources.  A 
few  sudden  and  irresistible  blows  were  con- 
templated and  all  the  preparations  were  ad- 
justed to  that  strategy.  A  war  of  years  on 
such  a  scale  of  effort  must  produce  a  state  of 
exhaustion  which  would  be  too  heavy  a  price 
to  pay,  whatever  the  military  result.  That  is 
the  Nemesis  which  has  been  slowly  overtaking 
Germany,  as  the  war  has  extended  itself  from 
year  to  year.  Her  rulers  have  seen  it  com- 
ing nearer  step  by  step.  They  have  refused 
to  admit  it  to  their  deluded  people  or  even  to 
themselves.  They  have  put  the  vision  aside 
and  buoyed  themselves  up  with  hopes;  they 
have  discovered  reassuring  signs  and  invented 
new  dispositions;  driven  from  one  ground  of 
confidence  they  have  found  another.  They 
are  at  it  still  with  Hindenburg  lines  and  U- 
boats.  But  steadily  the  shadow  at  their  heels 
has  drawn  nearer  and  grown  more  menacing, 
as  the  war  has  extended  and  the  pace  has  in- 
creased. Last  winter  they  became  acutely 
conscious  of  it  and  of  the  need  to  escape.  So 
we  had  the  overtures  for  negotiation,  which 
would  have  secured  at  least  a  slackening  of 
the  pace  and  a  breathing  time,  if  they  had 
been  accepted.  The  move  had  other  objects, 
but  this  was  the  military  one.  It  failed  and 
the   pace   has   continued   to   increase. 

That  seems  to  me  the  vital  fact  in  the  pre- 
sent stage  of  the  war  and  the  reason  why  it 
cannot  drag  on  indefinitely.  It  is  the  pace 
that  kills.  It  has  produced  the  great  Hinden- 
burg strategy,  which  I  venture  to  think  is 
plain  enough.  Perhaps  it  is  presumptuous  to 
say  so  about  a  matter  surrounded  by  so  much 
mystification  and  so  many  conflicting  expert 
opinions;  but  I  have  been  hardened  into  pre- 
sumption. Once  too  diffident  to  form  any 
opinion  on  these  high  matters  and  content  to 
drink  in  with  humble  ear  the  wisdom  of  ex- 
pert commentators,  I  have  gradually  under- 
gone a  complete  change  through  their  really 
astonishing  display  of  incapacity  and  my  own 
luck  in  venturing  on  some  interpretations  and 
predictions.  I  now  regard  most  of  them  as 
sign-posts  to  the  wrong  road  and  use  my  own 
judgment,  such  as  it  is.  I  fancy  most  people 
do  the  same.  After  all  the  German  dictator 
has  been  very  frank  about  his  strategy;  and, 
as  I  have  observed  before,  commentators  on 
the  war  would  make  fewer  blunders  if  they 
took  German  official  utterances  more  literally 
and  were  less  concerned  to  discover  some  re- 
condite meaning  or  to  twist  them  into  ridi- 
cule. I  may  add  for  the  benefit  of  the  German 
papers  which  will  probably  quote  this  remark 
that  it  applies  equally  to  their  comments  on 
utterances  here.  Of  course,  public  men  oc- 
cupying important  postions  do  not  say  all 
they  think  and  they  sometimes  "talk  wild"; 
but  there  is  generally  some  substance  in  what 
they  say  and  upon  occasion  they  actually  say 
what   they   mean.       It   is   more   profitable   to 


study  these  utterances  soberly  with  an  eye  to 
the  solid  matter  than  to  take  it  for  granted 
that  they  are  all  nonsense  and  fit  for  nothing 
but  ridicule  or  that  they  conceal  some  deep 
and  different  meaning.  We  can  see  the  fool- 
ishness of  this  treatment  plainly  enough  in 
enemy  comments  on  the  statements  of  our 
own  public  men,  and  that  should  be  a  lesson 
to  avoid  it  on  our  side. 

Briefly  stated,  the  Hindenburg  strategy  is 
to  hold  fast  the  land  front  with  the  least 
expenditure  of  strength  and  to  transfer  the 
offensive  to  the  sea.  It  is  the  reply  to  our  own 
strategy,  which  is  to  hold  fast  by  sea  and 
strike  with  full  strength  by  land.  This  is  a 
most  remarkable  and  surprising  development 
of  the  war,  which  no  one  could  have  antici- 
pated. The  great  land  power  and  the  great 
sea  power — described  by  an  ill-fitting  meta- 
phor as  the  elephant  and  the  whale — have 
changed  places.  Each  sets  its  hopes  of  vic- 
tory on  success  in  the  other's  sphere,  while 
its  own  most  cherished  and  powerful  weapon 
is  relatively  passive.  But  there  is  a  differ- 
ence. Our  land  offensive  is  full,  fair  and  open 
fighting,  man  to  man,  gun  to  gun,  machine  to 
machine;  the  German  sea  offensive  is  not 
fighting  at  all.  At  least  it  is  not,  so  far; 
though  that  may  come  and  very  likely  will. 
But  even  if  proper  sea-fighting  comes,  that 
is  not  what  the  Germans  are  relying  on.  They 
are  relying  on  the  destruction  of  merchant 
shipping.  It  is  as  though  the  Allies,  instead 
of  meeting  the  enemy  in  battle,  were  to  bur- 
row their  way  into  Germany  and  set  to  work 
from  subterranean  holes  destroying  crops, 
warehouses  and  stores  together  with  such 
civilians  as  happen  to  get  in  the  way.  Such  is 
the  German  sea  offensive,  which  constitutes 
the  active  part  of  the  Hindenburg  strategy. 
It  is  even  less  like  proper  fighting  because 
it  is  directed  against  neutrals  as  well  as 
against  the  enemy,  which  entails  the  dis- 
advantage of  turning  them  into  enemies. 

This  strategy  has  a  double  purpose.  One  is 
to  slacken  the  pace  where  Germany  has  need 
of  rest; -the  other  is  to  accelerate  it  where 
we  are  most  vulnerable,  so  that  we  shall  be  ex- 
hausted first.  I  submit  that  this  is  the  real 
strategical  position  and  that  the  Germans 
have  no  present  intention  of  a  military  offen- 
sive on  any  front.  Their  plan  is  to  sit  tight 
and  let  us  "bite  on  granite,"  while  they  starve 
us  out  at  sea.  If  it  succeeds  they  have  no  use 
for  a  land  offensive;  there  will  be  time  enough 
for  that  when  it  fails,  and  by  then  they  will 


be  rested  and  better  prepared.  Marshal  von 
Hindenburg  has  himself  explained  the  idea 
on  sundry  occasions,  and  most  recently  in 
the  interview  published  in  a  Barcelona  paper 
only  a  few  weeks  ago.  The  large  strategical 
reserve  he  has  formed  is  intended  primarily 
to  make  his-  fronts  doubly  secure.  It  is,  he 
said,  "ready  for  defence  or  attack  at  any 
point  we  may  choose."  That  is  to  say,  he  will 
be  guided  in  his  use  of  it  by  circumstances; 
and  sircumstances — which  means  our  offen- 
sive— dictate  a  defensive  use.  He  evidently 
expected  it  after  the  Somme  experience,  and 
he  puts  defence  first.  It  is  a  measure  of  pru- 
dence. He  could  not  be  sure  with  what  deter- 
mination, strength  and  speed  we  should  press 
the  Western  attack,  and  it  might  be  that  the 
fortified  lines  could  not  sustain  it  without  a 
strong  backing  thrown  wherever  necessary 
at  the  right  moment.  The  Somme  proved  that 
once  more  the  weapon  has  beaten  the  shield, 
and  just  as  forts  yielded  to  big  guns  at  the 
beginning  of  the  war,  so  entrenchments  and 
the  new  defensive  system  have  yielded  to  the 
new  gunnery  backed  by  air  observation,  which 
pave  the  way  for  infantry  supported  by  tanks. 
This,  then,  is  the  central  situation,  apart 
from  subsidiary  operations  and  issues.  And 
the  pace  has  become  so  furious  that  it  can- 
not possibly  last  long,  by  which  I  do  not  mean 
that  the  end  will  come  within  two  or  three 
months,  though  that  is  possible.  Anything  is 
possible  and  no  precise  prediction  can  be 
more  than  a  guess.  There  are  too  many  un- 
certain and  incalculable  elements.  What  I 
mean  is  that  the  effort  has  now  grown  to 
such  magnitude  and  intensity,  both  on  the 
active  side  of  operations  and  on  the  passive 
side  of  endurance,  that  the  forces  of  man  and 
the  resources  of  nature  cannot  sustain  it  for 
more  than  a  limited  time; — say  another  twelve 
months  at  the  most.  Of  course  it  may  slacken, 
but  of  that  there  is  no  sign.  A  great  deal 
will  depend  on  the  coming  harvest,  if  no  de- 
cisive change  occurs  before  then.  Another 
bad  harvest  would  hasten  the  end  by  exhaus- 
tion, and  this  is  a  very  queer  season;  an  even 
worse  harvest  than  the  last  is  quite  on  the 
cards.  The  American  authorities  are  said  to 
be  preparing  for  a  "long  war,"  and  they  must 
be  better  informed  about  the  enemy's  capacity 
for  resistance  than  most  of  us  are  here.  But 
we  are  not  told  what  is  their  idea  of  a  long 
war.  If  it  means  several  years  then  I  believe 
they   are   mistaken. 


A  Spy  in  the  Vatican 


An  Amazing  Story  of  German  Intrigue. 


THE  following  remarkable  story  of  in- 
trigue, demonstrating  the  vast  ramifica- 
tions of  the  German  spy  system,  appeared  in 
the  New  York  Sun: 

,One  day  last  April  such  of  the  people  of 
Rome  as  read  anything  but  the  war  news 
in  their  papers  may  have  noticed  a  brief 
item  from  Vienna,  which  reported  a  burglary 
in  a  house  adjoining  the  German  Embassy  in 
that  city.  A  safe,  a  very  unusual  and  burg- 
lar-defying safe,  had  been  cut  open  like  a 
cheese,  and  a  large  sum  of  money  extracted. 
So  at  least  said  the  newspapers.  If  anything 
except  money  had  been  taken  they  forbore  to 
mention   it. 

A  month  or  two  earlier  two  very  famous, 
deft  and  skilful  Italian  cracksmen  had  escaped 
from  jail.  That  matter  had  not  been  widely 
celebrated.  If  now  one  or  two  of  those  re- 
flective souls  found  in  every  town,  who  love 
to  clip  and  collate  criminal  items,  trace  up 
fanciful  clues  and  write  to  the  newspapers 
about  them,  did  so  in  Rome  nobody  paid  any 
attention   to   them. 

.Seemingly  one  person  only  in  all  Rome 
took  any  lively  interest  in  the  Vienna  burg- 
lary, and  he  was  immured  in  the  inner  vast- 
ness  of  the  Vatican;  a  sequestered  and  ecclesi- 
astical retreat  into  which  echoes  of  the  in- 
trigue and  crime  of  the  profane  world  seemed 
hardly  likely  to  penetrate.  But  to  Mon.signor 
von  Gerlach,  papal  chamberlain  and  master 
of  the  papal  wardrobe,  the  news  of  the 
burglary  conveyed  so  startling  a  message  that 


within  a  few  hours  he  had  fled  not  only  the 
Vatican,  but  Italian  territory.  When  the 
police,  scarce  two  hours  after  his  flight,  broke 
into  his  rooms  they  found  them  littered  with 
incriminating  documents  which  he  had  no 
time  to  destroy  or  take  away  and  which  re- 
vealed the  papal  chamberlain  as  head  of  the 
German  spy  system  in  Italy. 

Let  us  go  back  further.  We  know  that  ex- 
perts in  intrigue  like  E.  Phillips  Oppenheim 
would  have  begun  this  narrative  in  different 
form  and  prolonged  the  suspense.  But  in  a 
lightly  amateur  way  we  shall  merely  try  to 
state  the  facts. 

Know  then  that  the  Italian  police  had  long 
been  trying  to  explain  a  train  of  mysterious 
happenings,  including  the  loss  of  two  Italian 
battleships,  the  Benedetto  Brin  and  the  Leo- 
nardo da  Vinci.  In  some  way  they  learned 
that  documents  revealing  all  were  in  a  safe 
in  a  private  house  next  the  German  Embassy 
in  Vienna.  But  that  safe!  Here  enters  ro- 
mance. Not  only  did  it  have  every  burglar- 
foiling  device  known  to  safe  makers;  not 
only  was  it  electrically  connected  with  every 
police  station  in  Vienna,  but  it  was  so  con- 
structed that  if  roughly  opened  it  would  pour 
forth  a  cloud  of  that  asphyxiating  gas  so 
dreaded  in  the  trenches,  which  would  stretch 
the  safe  breakers  lifeless  before  the  open  evi- 
dence of  their  guilt.  (Romance  writers  please 
copy.) 

But  the  Italian  detectives  were  not  thus  to 
be  foiled.  They  were  not  of  the  easy  New 
York  type.  Privily  they  secured  the  release 
from  prison — under  cover  of  an  escape — of 
Italy's  most  skilled  and  admired  cracksmen. 
Provided  with  gas  masks  and  promised  $10,000 


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and  immunity  for  past  oflFences,  these  scien- 
tists operated  on  the  safe  with  complete  suc- 
cess. 

The  documents  secured  showed  Von  Ger- 
lach,  formerly  an  officer  in  the  Bavarian  army 
and — as  spies  must  be — a  person  of  most 
pleasing  personality,  to  be  the  head  of  the 
German  spy  system  in  Italy.  He  had  imposed 
himself  on  (he  household  force  in  the  Vatican, 
and  from  that  coign  of  vantage  had  carried 
on  his  propaganda,  organized  his  system  of 
espionage  and  even  conducted  his  correspond- 
ence with  Germany  under  cover  of  the  Vati- 
can pouch,  which  was,  of  course,  free  from 
search  or  censorship. 

As  a  result  of  the  revelations  made  by, the 


safe  and  the  papers  in  Von  Gerlach's  cham- 
bers the  Italian  courts  have  been  busy  for 
weeks.  Nearly  300  persons  were  accused. 
Sentences  ranging  through. various  terms  of 
imprisonment  to  death  have  been  imposed  on 
scores  of  those  convicted. 

The  debonair  Monsignor  von  Gerlach  drew  a 
life  sentence,  but  as  he  has  vanished  from 
sight  and  writs  of  e.xtradition  no  longer  run 
in  Germany  his  prosecutors  will  probably 
have  to  be  content  with  the  sentence  without 
its    execution. 

An  amazing  story  of  intrigue  and  detective 
skill  throughout,  and  so  true  that  no  novelist 
would   ever  have   dared   to   invent   it. 


The  Greatest  Insurance  Man 


How  a  New  York  Solicitor  Makes  Over 
$100,000  a  Year. 


THE  greatest  insurance  solicitor  in  the 
world  makes  over  $100,000  a  year  in  com- 
missions. He  must  be  a  wonderful  sales- 
man indeed.  Darwin  P.  Kingsley  tells  about 
this  wizard  of  insurance  in  the  course  of  an 
article  in  The  American  on  "The  kind  of  men 
who  are  worth  $5,000  a  year."     He  says: 

Do  you  know  that  the  biggest  income  made 
by  a  New  York  Life  man  in  1916  was  earned 
by  an  agent  who  came  from  German  Poland 
to  America  in  the  steerage  of  an  ocean  liner 
— who  arrived  here  friendless,  penniless,  and 
without  a  working  knowledge  of  the  English 
language? 

"Last  year  this  man  made  $107,000  in  com- 
missions alone,  an  amount  $32,000  greater 
than  the  salary  of  the  President  of  the  United 
States.  When  you  consider  that  many  life 
insurance  agents  make  less  than  $1,000  a  year, 
you  will  see  what  this  immigrant's  achieve- 
ment  signifies." 

Mr.  Kingsley  leaned  forward  and  his  voice 
grew  more  and  more  earnest  as  .he  went  on. 
"What  is  most  interesting  to  me  about  this 
man  is  the  fact  that  he  is  not  one  of  those 
'natural  born  geniuses'  who  begin  to  chal- 
lenge attention  as  soon  as  they  step  out  of 
the  cradle.  When  he  entered  our  employ 
thirteen  years  ago  he  stated  on  his  applica- 
tion blank  that  he  hoped  to  write  'about 
$5,000  worth  of  insurance  a  month.'  This  is 
an  amount  so  modest  that  any  agent  who 
expects  to  hold  his  job  ought  to  reach  it,  at 
least. 

"Soon  after  he  entered  our  employ,  a 
change,  a  development,  came  into  this  man's 
life.  New  possibilities  opened  before  him, 
new  ambitions  within  him.  In  a  few  years 
he  was  breaking  all  records.  In  1916  he  wrote 
over  $10,000  of  paid  insurance  for  every  work- 
ing day  in  the  year. 

"There  is  nothing  surprising  to  me  ifi  this. 
Almost  every  man  has  undreamed-of  possi- 
bilities. If  something  hits  him  in  the  right 
spot,  if  his  ambitions  and  energies  are  un- 
loosed, he  will  quickly  discover  these  possi- 
bilities. Otherwise  he  may  pass  through  life 
in  an  easy  rut,  never  tapping  the  great  re- 
serves within  him. 

"Men  who  pay  whole-hearted  attention  to 
business,  who  train  themselves,  who  develop 
every  power  to  the  full,  are  favored  by  the 
ill-training  of  the  average  man.  Despite  our 
boasted  institutions  of  learning,  most  men  are 
not  only  half-educated,  have  no  clear  purpose 
in  life  or  little  real  ambition,  and  are  not 
honest  in  the  highest  meaning  of  the  word. 
The  only  wonder  is  that  well-trained,  honest, 
ambitious,  creative  men  do  not  forge  to  the 
front  more  rapidly." 

"Tell  me  some  more  about  this  $107,000-a- 
year  agent,"  I  said.    "How  does  he  work?" 

"For  one  thing  he  has  developed  a  dynamic, 
driving  personality,"  replied  Mr.  Kingsley. 
"He  will  say  'Good  morning'  in  a  way  that 
will  make  you  sit  up  straighter  in  your  chair 
— you  feel  that  he  means  that  greeting  with 
his  whole  soul.  Talk  with  him  for  five  min- 
utes and  you  will  find  yourself  almost  dazed 
by  the  flow  of  his  nervous  force. 

"He  believes  in  this  company  and  its  poli- 
cies with  a  fierce  intensity.    Selling  life  insur- 


ance is  the  greatest  thing  in  his  life.  It  is 
his  vocation,  his  avocation  and  his  gospel. 
I  have  known  him  to  reserve  a  hotel  table 
for  New  Year's  Eve  and  then  give  up  the 
party  at  the  last  minute  to  talk  insurance  to 
some  prospect. 

"He  has  an  absolute  confidence  that  he  can 
sell  any  amount  of  insurance  he  sets  his  heart 
on.  And  confidence  in  one's  self  and  one's 
cause  is  half  the  battle. 

"Four  years  ago,  in  a  discussion  of  the 
fact  that  the  one-time  immigrant  was  doing 


more  business  than  the  other  forty-odd  agents 
in  the  same  office,  someone  suggested  that  the 
explanation  lay  in  the  large  size  of  the  poli- 
cies he  wrote.  Straightway  he  challenged  the 
two  score  men  in  combination  to  beat  him 
single  handed  in  the  number  of  policies  writ- 
ten in  a  half-month.  He  won  handily  with 
a  total  of  107  applications  written  and  exam- 
ined in  fifteen  days— the  total  amount  of  the 
policies  running  to  nearly  three  quarters  of 
a  million  dollars. 

"On  my  first  anniversary  as  president  of 
this  company  he  wrote  a  good-sized  policy  as 
an  anniversary  present.  The  next  year  he 
wrote  two  policies  on  that  day.  Every  year 
since  he  has  gone  out  and  got  a  number  of 
policies  equal  to  the  number  of  years  I  have 
been  president — without  holding  over  a  single 
policy  to  make  his  task  easier.  Last  year  he 
brought  in  ninfe  policies  on  June  17;  this  year 
I  expect  ten. 

"Three  or  four  years  ago  physicians  told 
him  that  he  was  driving  himself  to  death— 
that  he  had  only  three  or  four  weeks  to  live 
unless  he  stopped  work  and  went  to  Carlsbad 
for  treatment.  He  went  to  Carlsbad— but  he 
did  not  stop  work.  Instead,  he  wrote  polmes 
for  the  man  who  sold  him  his  transatlantic 
ticket,  the  captain  and  the  first  officer  of  the 
liner,  the  physician  who  treated  him  and  the 
attendant   who    waited   on    him    at    Carlsbad 

ri  ■  .u  yf,]""*-  ^'^  y"  Koing  to  do  with  a  man 
like  that!" 


The  Wizard  of  the  Kitchen 


.4  Sketch  of  a  Famous  French  Chef. 


Ti  OMANCE  is  to  be  found  everywhere — in 
••■^  the  office,  in  the  workshop,  in  the  kitchen, 
ff  you  doubt  the  latter  read  what  Marie  Mat- 
tingly  Meloney  writes  in  Everybody's  about 
Panchard.  Panchard  is  a  great  French  chef 
who  has  reduced  the  feeding  of  multitudes  to 
an  actual  science.  Recently  he  offered  to  serve 
the  American  army,  which  is  made  the  reason 
for  the  following  story  of  his  career: 

Napoleon  said:  "An  army  marches  on  its 
belly."  Caesar  said  it.  Grant  admitted  it. 
Every  military  leader  who  has  seen  war  knows 
it.  General  Wood  knows  it.  Panchard  knows 
it.  -  - 

Who  is  Panchard?  You  would  call  him  a 
cook.  You  might  call  him  a  Frenchman. 
General  Wood  would  call  him  an  American. 
Panchard?  He  is  an  American  citizen,  born 
in  Paris  of  French  blood — but  born  a  poten- 
tial American. 

This  man  who  knows  how  to  feed  an  army, 
this  chef  with  a  French  name  who  offers  his 
services  to  America — "my  country" — is  the 
son  of  a  man  of  wealth  and  power.  He  is  a 
student  of  chemistry  and  medicine,  a  former 
officer  in  the  reserve  army  of  France.  He  has 
lectured  at  Columbia  University.  He  is  the 
directing  chef  of  one  of  the  biggest  hotels  in 
the  United  States.  His  salary  at  the  McAlpin 
is  eighteen  thousand  dollars  a  year.  And  he 
volunteers  as  an  army  cook,  a  job  that  pays 
thirty  dollars  a  month. 

Panchard  standi  ready  and  equipped.  Gen- 
eral Wood  is  going  to  use  Panchard.  There 
are  army  cooks  to  be  trained.  This  man 
knows  to  a  bean  how  much  it  takes  to  feed 
a  regiment;  how  to  buy  and  store  and  pro- 
vision. 

From  his  eighteenth  year  when  he  was  a 
medical  student  in  Paris,  until  now,  when  he 
directs  three  hundred  servants  and  feeds  an 
average  of  fifteen  thousand  people  a  day, 
Edouard  Panchard  has  shaped  his  life  with  a 
definite  purpose.  That  purpose  has  been  to 
teach-  -first  to  France  and  later  to  America 
— the  importance  of  food.     - 

In  his  medical  studies  at  the  Hopital  de  la 
Pitie,  he  took  up  stomach  and  intestinal  dis- 
eases. The  young  student's  whole  mind  was 
filled  with  causes  and  effects.  He  began  to 
study  food.  He  looked  at  the  people  he  met 
in  restaurants,  in  public  places,  and  in  his 
home.  He  measured  them  in  scientific  terms 
— terms  of  stomach  and  intestines. 

"Mankind    has   a    weak   stomach,"   he   con- 


cluded. Why?"  was  his  question.  And  then 
he  did  an  amazing  thing— this  son  of  a  major- 
domo,  the  directing  chief  and  counselor  to 
Prince  Lobanov-Rostovski,  Russian  nobleman' 
and  Minister  of  Foreign  Affairs.  He  took  a 
job  as  night  helper  in  the  kitchen  of  a  fam- 
ous Pans  restaurant. 

When  he  had  learned  the  weak  spots  in  that 
organization,  and  found  that  he  could  not  put 
It  on  a  scientific,  sanitary  basis,  he  left  and 
entered  another  department  of  cooking  in  a 
large  hotel.  He  worked  at  night  and  studied 
in  the  daytime.  And  all  the  while  he  was 
going,  from  one  big  kitchen  to  another,  ob- 
serving every  department  of  cooking  from 
soup  to  nuts. 

The  second  year  found  him  employed  in  a 
big  pastry-shop.  There  conditions  were  so 
bad  that  after  .mastering  his  job  he  went  to 
the  proprietor  and  protested. 

Panchard  spoke  with  authority,  conviction, 
and  a  patriotic  purpose.  Monsieur  le  patissier, 
who  boasted  the  most  exclusive  trade  in  Paris, 
'flew  into  a  rage.  An  apprentice  dared  to 
criticize  his  establishment!  There  were  hot 
vrords,  threats,  and  insults,  and  young  Pan- 
chard, "born  an  American  in  Paris,"  used  the 
great  American  weapon — ungloved.  Without 
waiting  to  count  him  out,  the  apprentice  left 
his  employer  and  walked  into  the  streets  of 
Pans,  still  thinking  about  the  weak  stomach 
of  the  human  family. 

It  was  then  he  said:  "A  nation  is  no  strong- 
er than  its  stomach."  And  added  what  Kip- 
ling might  have  written:  "The  morals  of  a 
nation  can  not  be  healthy  unless  its  gut  is 
clean." 

Thus  a  prophet  and  a  teacher  was  born. 

The  mayors  of  all  the  towns  in  France 
were  to  meet  in  Paris.  A  great  banquet 
at  the  Tuileries.  Twenty  two  thousand 
guests  were  to  celebrate  the  event.  Here 
was  something  which  appealed  to  the  imagi- 
nation of  Panchard.  He  hunted  up  the 
directing  chefs,  Potel  and  Chabot.  and  begged 
to  be  allowed  to  help.  He  studied  how  the 
food  was  bought,  stored,  then  portioned  out 
and  prepared.  He  kept  close  to  the  directing 
chef,  and  watched  everything.  He  made 
himself  useful  and  attracted  the  attention 
of  the  director. 

Guests  were  divided  into  groups  of  five 
hundred  with  an  experienced  chef  in  charge 
of  each  group.  Telephone  connections  ran 
from  the  directors'  headquarters  to  each  field 
kitchen.  Every  detail  was  worked  out  by  the 
clock.  At  the  appointed  hour  the  director 
lifted  the  receiver  and  proudly  gave  the  order: 

"En  avant  de  bouillon!"  (On  with  the 
soup.) 

Comic  opera  ?    Yes.    But  to  Panchard  it  was 


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a  revelation,  an  achievement — a  victory  for 
efficiency.  Twenty-two  thousand  people  had 
been  fed  at  one  meal.  Everything  went 
through  without  a  hitch,  on  time  and  in  order. 
It  had  all  been  figured  out  on  paper — in 
pounds  and  quarts,  tons  and  barrels.  Pan- 
chard  had  learned  a  lesson  in  quantity.  And 
the  director  had  discovered  Panchard. 

Came  the  time  for  his  military  service. 
Panchard  went  to  the  colonel  in  charge  of 
the  student  assignments.  He  told  his  story, 
and  with  the  ardor  of  an  enthusiast  painted 
his  vision.  Two  things  stood  out  in  the 
colonel's  mind: 

"A  nation  is  as  strong  as  its  stomach," 
and  "An  army  fights  on  its  stomach." 

The  French  people  were  considered  the 
best-fed  race  on  earth.  And  this  boy  said 
France  had  a  weak  stomach.  But  he  told 
other  truths  which  the  colonel  admitted,  so 
Panchard  was  put  in  the  reserve  officers' 
school — a  small  group  of  university  men  with 
marked  talents,  useful  to  the  army  in  special 
services. 

When  he  came  out  of  the  army  with  his 
commission,  he  went  to  Monte  Carlo  as  chef 
of  the  Grand  Hotel.  He  was  only  twenty- 
one  years  old  then,  so  he  grew  an  imperial 
and  a  mustache  to  make  him  look  older.  His 
success  at  Monte  Carlo  brought  a  position  at 
the  Ritz-Carlton  in  Paris.  Later  he  worked 
and  studied  in  other  big  establishments. 
Offers  began  to  come  from  American  hotels. 
When  he  was  twenty-three  years  old  he  had 
the  income  of  a  banker.  Then  his  family  said: 
"It  is  time  for  Edouard  to  marry.  When  a 
man  is  young  and  making  plenty  of  money, 
he  must  marry  if  you  would  keep  him  a 
good  boy."  And  so  they  looked  about  for  a 
suitable  wife. 

But  Panchard,  born  independent  of  soil 
and  a  lover  of  freedom,  declared  that  he 
would  choose  for  himself.  In  fact,  he  had 
already  made  his  choice. 

"Mon  Dieu,  the  boy  must  think  he  is  an 
American,"    said    the    Panchard    family. 

"An  American!"  It  was  the  second  time 
the  unconscious  prophecy  had  been  made. 
The  first  was  when  Edouard  was  attending 
an  Austrian  school  in  Vienna  where  his 
father  was  living  with  Prince  Lobassov- 
Kostovski.  A  teacher  had  attempted  to  beat 
him.  And  he  who  was  born  freedom-loving, 
and  whose  very  blood  was  opposed  to  Prus- 


sian rule,  dared  oppose  Austrian  authority; 
even  fought  with  all  his  young  body — hands 
and  feet — for  he  was  small  and  frail  and  the 
professor  was  a  man,  and  strong.  In  the 
fracas  the  boy's  agile  limbs  got  tangled  up 
with  the  professor's  eye-glasses  and  broke 
them  in  his  fpce. 

It  was  a  serious  matter,  that,  and  Edouard 
Panchard  was  asked  to  explain  and  apolo- 
gize. The  boy's  explanation — satisfactory  to 
him  alone — was:  "I  had  my  own  opinion  about 
something — and  he  should  not  have  struck 
me." 

It  was  then  the  professor  exclaimed:  "The 
boy  must  think  he  is  in  America!" 

Panchard  had  already  begun  to  think  about 
the  United  States  before  his  family  con- 
fronted him  with  the  tradition  of  his  country 
— a  marriage  arrangement. 

The  St.  Regis,  then  the  newest  and  one  of 
the  finest  hotels  in  America,  was  about  to  W 
opened.  The  position  of  chef  was  offered  to 
Panchard,  and  he  accepted  it. 

Panchard  found  in  New  York  many  op- 
portunities to  put  his  ideas  into  effect.  But 
his  dream  did  not  come  true  until  he  met 
L.  M.  Boomer,  a  hotelman  with  a  vision  and 
plenty  of  money  behind  him.  And  so  Pan- 
chard took  charge  of  the  McAlpin  kitchens 
before  they  were  built,  and  modeled  them 
as  a  standard. 

"Food  Engineer"  would  probably  be  a  more 
accurate  title  for  Panchard  than  "chef."  He 
conducts  the  four  big  restaurants  which  are 
under  his  direction  much  as  the  head  of  a 
great  corporation  manages  his  affairs. 

"Sanitary"  is  the  watchword  of  Panchard's 
army  of  workers.  Clean,  wholesome  food  has 
been  the  ruling  passion  of  his  life.  His  men 
know  that  he  will  stand  for  tardiness,  for 
breakage  of  china  or  glassware,  for  impu- 
dence, for  almost  anything  except  uncleanness 
or  carelessness  in  the  handling  of  food. 

The  house  pays  out  more  than  two  thou- 
sand dollars  a  month  for  broken  crockery. 
Men  are  not  fined  for  this  carelessness.  But 
let  one  kitchen  worker  put  his  hand  to  his 
face  or  handle  salads,  bread,  butter  and  such 
uncoo.ked  foods,  and  there  is  a  fine  to  be  paid. 

When  the  Board  of  Health  in  New  York 
started  its  investigation  of  public  eating- 
places,  last  year,  Panchard's  kitchens  were 
given  the  first  "white  card,"  which  meant 
the  highest  prize  for  sanitary  standards. 


Labor  and  Capital— and  Lloyd  George 


What   Sta7id   Will   the   British   Premier 
Take  After  the  War? 


AT  "present  time  Lloyd  George  has  the  sup- 
port of  the  British  Conservatives,  but 
what  about  after  the  war?  Will  the  Labor 
David  who  in  the  past  so  successfully  chal- 
lenged the  Goliath  of  privilege  return  to  his 
radical  propaganda  that  the  war  interrupted? 
In  such  a  contingency  will  the  Conservatives 
who  now  call  him  the  new  Pitt  go  back  to 
their  old  hatred  of  him  and  again  fight  the 
"little  Welsh  Attorney?"  Writing  in  the 
Kew  York  Smi,  Judson  C.  Welliver  asserts  his 
belief  that  Lloyd  George  will  enter  on  the 
period  of  post-war  reconstruction  with  as 
keen  an  enthusiasm  for  reform  as  ever  be- 
fore, but  with  a  broadened  viewpoint.  He 
says: 

As  long  ago  as  March  6  the  Premier  in 
receiving  a  deputation  of  representatives  of 
the  Labor  party  made  a  speech  in  private  set- 
ting forth  his  ideas  about  reconstruction  after 
the  war.  At  the  time  this  speech  was  not 
given  out  for  publication,  though  it  was  un- 
derstood to  have  been  a  remarkable  utterance. 
So  much  discussion  about  it  ensued  and  so 
many  differing  constructions  were  placed  upon 
it  that  more  than  two  months  after  its  de- 
liverance the  Premier  gave  his  consent  that  it 
be  published   in   full. 

Mr.  Lloyd  George  very  plainly  told  the 
deputation  that  the  world  was  going  to  be 
made  over  after  this  war  and  that  if  he  were 


appointed  as  adviser  to  the  working  classes  he 
would  recommend  them  to  adopt  a  programme 
of  audacities.  He  begged  them  to  break 
away  from  all  thought  of  returning  to  pre- 
war conditions,  urged  that  they  give  their 
best  thought  to  devising  new  means  of  accom- 
plishing ends  in  the  conditions  which  will 
prevail  after  peace  returns. 

Mr.  Lloyd  George  is  not  generally  counted  a 
trreat  master  of  the  art  of  generalization. 
He  deals  best  with  various  specific  proposi- 
tions in  a  specific  way.  But  in  this  instance 
he  did  venture  to  generalize,  with  the  result 
that  the  labor  union  people  believe  he  is 
going  to  favor  a  programme  of  industrial  re- 
organization which  will  be  highly  satisfactory 
to  their  most  radical  elements;  while  on 
the  other  hand  the  Conservatives  think  they 
can  find  in  the  speech  the  grounds  for  hope 
that  Mr.  Lloyd  George  is  pretty  well  dis- 
affected with  the  present  methods  of  organ- 
ized labor,  and  prepared  to  undertake  sweep- 
ing and  very  difficult  reforms  in  the  relations 
batween  labor  and  capital. 

As  a  matter  of  fact  people  with  the  best 
opportunities  for  understanding  the  Pre- 
mier's mind  believe  that  both  the  Laborites 
and  the  Conservatives  are  correct.  The  Pre- 
mier has  in  mind  that  he  is  going  to  reform 
both.  The  ideal  of  industrial  democracy  al- 
most always  comes  early  into  the  conversa- 
tions of  those  men  who  are  credited  with  most 
influencing  the  Premier  and  most  accurately 
understanding  what  is  going  on  in  his  very 
active  brain. 

While  he  was  Minister  of  Munitions  Mr. 
Lloyd  George  learned  a  lot  of  things  about 
the  narrowness,  the  unreasonableness  and 
the  bigotry  of  trade  unionism  as  it  is  organ- 
ized to-day.     It  is  a  common  observation  that 


the  two  most  illiberal  forces  in  England  are 
the  Tory  capitalists  and  the  extreme  labor 
elements.  Yet  if  England  is  to  be  restored  to 
its  industrial  and  commercial  predominance 
the  restoration  must  be  accomplished  through 
an  intelligent  and  mutual  advantageous  co- 
operation of  these  two  forces. 

Mr.  Lloyd  George,  while  at  the  Ministry  of 
Munitions  indicated  rapidly  that  he  had  be- 
come imbued  with  a  perception  of  exactly  this 
situation.  He  is  as  anxious  as  any  man  that 
the  condition  of  the  working  classes  should 
be  improved.  He  has  no  more  sympathy  for 
the  Tory  capitalists  than  he  had  when  as 
the  "little  Welsh  lawyer"  he  prepared,  in- 
troduced, staked  his  political  career  upon  and 
fought  to  victorious  acceptance  his  now  fam- 
ous budget.  Likewise  he  has  no  less  sympathy 
for  the  men  who  work  with  their  hands  and 
brains,  and  when  occasion  demands  likewise 
fight  with  their  hands  and  brains,  to  maint'un 
British  leadership  in  the  world.  But  he  has 
become  convinced,  seemingly,  that  neither  of 
these  classes  has  all  the  right  on  its  side;  that 
neither  of  them  is  capable  of  organizing  a 
programme  of  reconstruction  for  the  long 
future  must  be  to  a  considerable  extent  forced 
upon   both   these  groups  of  irreconcilables. 

The  best  analysis  of  the  Premier's  speech 
of  March  6,  which  has  recently  been  made 
public,  is  that  which  assumes  that  the  Pre- 
mier is  warning  all  elements  of  the  need  for 
mutual  concessions  and  for  a  very  liberal  dis- 
position. He  wants  them  all  to  realize  that 
the  national  interest  is  superior  even  in  peace 
times  to  the  interest  of  any  class;  just  as 
everybody  has  recognized  it  to  be  in  war 
times.  The  Premier  seems  to  have  in  mind  a 
good  deal  of  readjustment  that  is  going  to 
shock  Radicals  and  Tories  about  equally.  He 
believes  that  it  is  going  to  be  good  for  both. 

This  speech  of  March  6  has  a  ring  in  it 
that  is  reminiscent  of  the  Lloyd  George  of 
budget  times,  defying  all  critics,  insisting 
upon  his  own  experiment,  demanding  a  fair 
chance  to  try  new  things  even  though  these 
may  not  entirely  satisfy  any  particular 
faction. 

Mr.  Lloyd  George  does  not  intend  to  turn 
the  country  over  to  the  capitalists,  nor  to 
put  its  enternrises  too  far  under  the  control 
of  the  Laborites.  Just  as  in  America  the  in- 
terest of  the  public  has  come  to  be  regarded 
as  sunerior  to  that  of  either  the  "nroduor" 
nr  the  "con'iumer,"  so  Mr.  Lloyd  George  has 
boen  formulating  a  theory  that  in  England 
the  interest  of  the  nation  and  the  empire 
must  have  precedence  over  that  of  either  cani- 
til  or  labor.  His  scheme  of  reorganization 
after  the  war.  which  he  frankly  characterizes 
as  an  "audacity,"  is  likely  to  be  regarded  as 
audacious  from  the  standpoint  of  either  of 
the  elements  he  is  trying  to  reconcile. 

Here  is  what  Mr.  Lloyd  George  has  per- 
mitted to  be  nublished  as  the  text  of  his  ad- 
dress to  the  labor  denutation: 

"There  is  no  doubt  at  all  that  the  present 
war — some  of  us  may  think  it  is  a  good  war 
and  some  of  us  may  think  it  is  a  very  iniqui- 
tous one,  but  for  better  or  for  worse  I  think 
we  are  all  agreed  that  it  presents  an  oppor- 
tunity for  the  reconstruction  of  the  indus- 
trial and  economic  conditions  of  this  country 
such  as  has  never  been  presented  in  the  life  of 
probably  the  world. 

"The  whole  state  of  society  is  more  or  less 
molten,  and  you  can  stamp  upon  that  molten 
mass  almost  anything,  so  long  as  you  do  so 
with  firmness  and  determination.  It  is,  there- 
fore, very  important  that  the  imprint  which 
is  left  is  a  clear  one,  and  one  which  we  shall 
be  able  to  read  in  the  future  with  some  mea- 
sure of  pleasure  and  inspiration.  That  is 
why  you  are  doing  wisely  if  I  may  say  so, 
as  representatives  of  the  party  which  has 
very  largely  in  its  custody  the  future  of  this  ' 
land,  in  taking  thought  months-  certainly 
months — beforehand  for  what  the  future  of 
the  country  ought  to  be  when  the  war  is  over. 
"There  is  no  time  to  lose.  I  am  not  here 
to  prophesy  when  the  war  will  be  over.  I 
saw  that  very  competent  persons  yesterday 
in  the  House  of  Commons  indicated  the  im- 
probability of  the  war  coming  to  an  end  this 
year.  I  do  not  challenge  their  judgment.  But 
whether  it  comes  to  an  end  this  year  or  even 
if  it  does  not  come  to  an  end  this  year,  every 
minute  of  the  time  will  be  spent  well  which  is 
devoted  to  thinking  out  the  conditions  under 
which  the  millions  of  lives  which  will  survive 


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the  war  are  to  be  spent  in  this  land  for  gen- 
erations to  come.  For  I  firmly  believe  that 
what  is  known  as  the  after  the  war  settle- 
ment is  the  settlement  that  will  direct  the  des- 
tinies of  all  clases  for  some  generations  to 
come.  ,    .       ,  . 

"The  country  will  be  prepared  for  bigger 
things  immediately  after  the  war  than  it  will 
be  when  it  begins  to  resume  the  normal 
sort  of  clash  of  selfish  interests  which  always 
comes  with  the  ordinary  workaday  business 
affairs  and  concerns  of  the  world.  I  believe 
the  country  will  be  in  a  more  enthusiastic 
mood,  in  a  more  exalted  mood,  for  the  time 
being — in  a  greater  mood  for  doing  big 
things;  and  unless  the  opportunity  is  seized 
immediately  after  the  war  I  believe  it  will 
pass  away,  I  will  not  say  forever,  but  it  will 
pn.^s  away  far  beyond  either  your  ken  or 
mine,  and  perhaps  beyond  our  children's. 
Therefore,  you  are  doing  well  in  giving  your 
time  and  thought  to  considering,  and  con-- 
sidering  deeply,  and  considering  on  a  bold 
scale,  on  a  daring  scale,  what  you  are  going 
to  do  after  the  war. 

"I  am  not  afraid  of  the  audacity  of  these 
proposals.  I  believe  the  settlement  after  the 
war  will  succeed  in  proportion  to  its  auda- 
city. The  readier  we  are  to  cut  away  from 
the  past,  the  better  are  we  likely  to  succeed— 
and  I  recommend  this  even  to  Mr.  Hutchinson. 
I  hope  that  every  class  will  not  be  hankering 
back  to  pre-war  conditions.  I  just  drop  that 
as  a  hint,  and  I  hope  the  working  class  will  not 
bo  the  class  that  will  set  such  an  exariple, 
because  if  every  class  insists  on  getting  back 
to  pre-war  conditions,  then  God  help  this 
country!     I  say  so  in  all  solemnity. 

"Therefore  what  I  should  be  looking  for- 
ward to.  I  am  certain,  if  I  could  have  pre- 
sumed to  have  been  the  adviser  of  the  work- 
ing classes,  would  be  this:  I  should  say  to 
thpm  audacity  is  the  thing  for  you.  Think  out 
new  ways;  think  out  new  methods:  think  out 
even  new  wavs  of  dealing  with  old  problems. 
Don't  always  be  thinking  of  getting  back  to 
where  you  were  before  the  war;  get  a  really 
new  world." 


The  Chivalry 

of  Von  Spec 

An  Incident  in  the  Career  of  Dead 
German  Admiral. 


THERE  have  been  some  chivalrous  pas- 
sages during  the  war,  instances  where 
equal  gallantry  and  fairness  have  been 
equal  gallantry  and  fairness  have  been 
pie  was  the  work  of  Admiral  Von  Spee  who 
commanded  the  German  Pacific  fleet  and  won 
the  battle  off  Coronel,  afterwards  perishing 
with  his  whole  squadron  in  the  battle  off  the 
Falklands.  Von  Spee  was  a  courteous  as  well 
as  a  gallant  gentleman  and  was  always  on 
the  friendliest  terms  with  his  English  rivals. 
Bennet  Copplestone  writes  in  The  Cornhill  as 
follows: 

During  the  years  1912  and  1913  the  Cap- 
tain of  the  British  cruiser  Monmouth,  the 
senior  English  Naval  Officer  on  the  China 
Station,  and  Admiral  Count  von  Spee,  com- 
manding the  German  Far-Eastern  Squadron, 
were  close  and   intimate   friends. 

The  intimacy  of  the  chiefs  extended  to  the 
officers  and  men  of  the  two  squadrons.  The 
English  and  Germans  discussed  with  one  an- 
other the  chances  of  war  between  their  na- 
tions, and  wished  one  another  the  best  of 
luck  when  the  scrap  came.  The  German 
Squadron,  which  has  since  been  destroyed, 
was  like  no  other  in  the  Kaiser's  Navy.  It  was 
.commanded  by  professional  officers  and  man- 
ned by  long-service  ratings.  It  had  taken 
for  its  model  the  English  Navy,  and  it  had 
absorbed  much  of  the  English  naval  spirit. 
Count  von  Spee,  though  a  Prussian  Junker, 
was  a  gentleman,  and  with  Captain  von  Mul- 
ler,  who  afterwards  made  the  name  of  the 
Emden  immortal,  was  worthy  to  serve  under 


HyCom 

Said 

This 


Touchy  Corns  and  New  Shoes 

The  comfort  of  old  shoes  may  now  be  had  with  new  shoes. 
Blue-jay  makes  it  possible.  No  need  to  wince  from  new  shoes 
nor  frown.     No  need  to  undergo  a  period  of  pain.  • 


Before  getting  a  new  pair  of  shoes  be 
corn-free  by  using  Bloe-jay,  gentle  and 
certain.  Then,  should  a  new  corn  come 
later,  Blue-jay  will  bring  instant  reliet 

Most  families  have  a  package  of  Blue- 
jay  Plasters  at  home,  always  ready.  Relief 
is  always  handy,  and  instant. 

Paring  never  cures.     Harsh  liquids  are 


BAUER  &  BLACK 

Limited 

Toronto.  Canada 

lkk««  of  Sarfic*!  Drcutaci.etc. 


Blue -jay 

Stops  Pain— Ends   Corns 


harmful.  Blue-jay  removes  the  corns 
permanently,  roots  and  all.  The  first 
application  removes  91  per  cent.  More 
stubborn  cases  require  a  second  or  third 
treatment. 

Wear  new  shoes — any  shoes — with 
complete  comfort.  Forget  your  feet.  Blue- 
jay  points  the  way.     Know  tonight. 


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For  Everything 


IVORY  SOAP  is  suitable 
for  a  hundred  and  one 
things  besides  the  bath  and 
toilet.  You  can  use  it  for 
fine  laundry  work,  for 
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the  White  Ensign.  Let  us  always  be  just 
to  those  of  our  foes  who,  though  they  fight 
with  us  terribly,  yet  remain  our  chivalrous 
friends.  I  will  tell  a  pretty  story  which  will 
illustrate  the  spirit  of  comradeship  which 
existed  between  the  English  and  German 
squadrons  during  those  two  years'before  the 
war. 

In  December  1912  the  Monmouth  was  cruis- 
ing in  the  Gulf  of  Pechili,  which  resembles  a 
long  flask  with  a  narrow  bottle  neck.  Admiral 
von  Spee,  who  was  lying  with  his  powerful 
squadron  off  Chifu,  in  the  neck  of  the  bot- 
tle, received  word  from  a  correspondent  that 
the  second  Balkan  War  had  brought  England 
and  Germany  within  a  short  distance  of  'Der 
Tag.'  Von  Spee  and  his  officers  did  not  clink 
glasses  to  'The  Day';  they  were  professionals 
who  knew  the  English  Navy  and  its  incom- 
parable power;  they  left  silly  boastings  to 
civilians  and  to  their  colleagues  of  Kiel  who 
had  not  eaten  of  English  salt.  Count  von 
Spee  thought  first  of  his  English  friend  who, 
in  his  elderly  cruiser,  was  away  up  in  the 
Gulf  at  the  mercy  of  the  German  Squadron, 
which  was  as  a  cork  in  its  neck.  He  at  once 
despatched  a  destroyer  to  find  the  Monmouth's 
captain  and  to  warn  him  that  though  there 
might  be  nothing  in  the  news  it  were  better 
for  him  to  get  clear  of  the  Gulf.  'There  may 
be  nothing  in  the  yarn,'  he  wrote,  'I  have  had 
many  scares  before.  But  it  would  be  well  if 
you  got  out  of  the  Gulf.  I  should  be  most 
sorry  to  have  to  sink  you.'  When  the  de- 
stroyer came  up  with  the  Monmouth  she  had 
returned  to  Wei-hai-wei,  and  the  message  was 
delivered.  Her  skipper  laughed,  and  sent  an 
answer  somewhat  as  follows:  'My  dear  von 
Spee,  thank  you  very  much.  I  am  here.  J'y 
suis,  J'y  reste.  I  shall  expect  you  and  your 
guns  at  breakfast  to-morrow  morning.'  War 
did  not  come  then;  when  von  Spee  did  meet 
and  sink  the  Monmouth  she  had  another  cap- 
tain in  command,  but  the  story  remains  as  evi- 
dence of  the  chivalrous  naval  spirit  of  the 
gallant  and  skilful  von  Spee. 


Northcliffe,  the  New 
Warwick 

What  the  famous  publisher  has  accom- 
plished ■€n  the  war 


A  PICTURE  of  Lord  Northcliffe  is  given  by 
Allan  Dawson  in  the  American  Review 
of  Reviews.  It  does  not  tell  anything  of  the 
wonderful  journalistic  career  of  the  present 
British  Envoy  in  the  United  States  nor  of 
the  methods  by  which  he  controls  his  vast 
interests.  It  deals,  however,  with  the  public 
side  of  his  career  and  depicts  him  accurately 
as  one  of  the  two  greatest  men  in  Britain  in 
the    present    crisis.      The    sketch    reads: 

On  June  12,  "somewhere  in  the  United 
States,"  a  big  steamer  had  scarcely  fastened 
to  her  pier  when  a  stocky,  smooth-faced  Eng- 
lishman projected  himself  down  the  gang- 
plank with  more  speed  than  is  associated 
with  distinguished  English  visitors.  His  foot- 
work was  excellent  as  he  raced  for  a  motor, 
with  a  queue  of  vainly  interrogating  report- 
ers in  his  wake.  His  habiliments  gave  no 
clue,  save  possibly  a  red-checked  tie,  to  char- 
acter. A  man  of  fifty-two  years,  he  looked 
ten  years  younger,  despite  a  neckstoop — 
head  thrust  forward,  to  use  a  phrase  of  Will 
Irwin,  as  if  hurrying  gn  his  body.  Eyes  were 
restless  and  eager,  the  glance  suggesting 
general  curiosity  and  irritability  at  every- 
one's slowness. 

It  was  Northcliffe,  variously  described  as 
savior  and  pest  of  Great  Britain,  but  allowed 
to  be,  for  the  present,  one  of  the  two  most 
influential  men  in  the  British  Empire.  He 
had  arrived  to  head  the  British  War  Mission 
in  this  country.  He  was  not  to  displace  the 
British  Ambassador,  but  would  look  after 
shipments  of  supplies  and  the  like.  Nor  was 
he    envoy    extraordinary    to     the    American 


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people,  for  he  declared  he  would  be  too  busy 
to  accept  social  or  speaking  engagements. 

Northcliffe,  a  title  name,  for  he  was  born 
Harmsworth  in  a  suburb  of  Ij)ublin,  has  cre- 
ated much  stir  in  the  thirty  years  of  his 
crowded  adult  life— starting  without  help  at 
seventeen  years,  a  rich  newspaper  proprietor 
at  thirty,  and  an  international  figure  at 
forty.  In  old  days  Warwicks  were  masters 
of  a  hundred  baronies.  This  one's  power 
is  lodged  in  the  ownership  of  about  250  pub- 
lications. He  has  harvested  them  in  bunches 
since  the  day  when,  a  young  man  of  twenty- 
three  years,  he  picked  up  his  first,  whose 
circulation  he  pushed  in.  ways  shocking  to 
staid  British  journalism.  Because  of  the  mul- 
tiplicity of  his  proprietorships  and  the  way 
he  plays  Ishmael,  he  has  been  likened  to  a 
well-known  American  who  similarly  com- 
bines a  passion  for  controlling  printers'  ink 
and  for  destructive  criticism  when  his  ad- 
vice is  not  taken.  Salisbury,  who  assumed 
that  a  newspaper  should  be  a  docile  party 
organ,  once  remarked  of  the  London  Mail, 
the  favorite  ewe  lamb  of  the  Northcliffe 
flock,  that  it  was  "edited  by  office-boys  for 
office-boys."  Now  he  is  the  "Ha-penny  Field 
Marshall,"  but  his  consequence  has  been  ad- 
mitted since  he  annexed  that  part  of  the 
British  constitution  that  is  known  as  the 
Times — floating  about  aimlessly  because  its 
seventy-nine  owners  could  not  agree  how  it 
should  be  run. 

Since  the  war  he  has  scalped  Churchill, 
Grey,  and  Asquith,  and  his  hold  on  the  fore- 
lock of  Kitchener  was  loosened  only  by 
Kitchener's  tragic  death.  As  it  was,  North- 
cliffe, after  the  solemn  interment  at  West- 
minster Abbey,  dug  up  the  Earl's  remains 
and  gibbeted  them  because  the  Gallipoli  ex- 
pedition did  not  turn  out  well.  England 
would  not  be  England  if  everywhere  in  it 
this  profaner  of  sanctities  had  respect,  but 
everywhere  he  is  able  to  inspire  fear.  With 
notches  on  his  machine  gun  of  publicity, 
showing  two  ministries  toppled,  it  is  almost 
necessary  to  amend  the  old  formula  of  King, 
Lords,  and  Commons  into  King,  Lords,  Com- 
mons and  Northcliffe. 

In  ante-bellum  days  Northcliffe  was  the 
chief  screamer  for  the  Boer  war,  a  fanatical 
onponent  of  Irish  Home  Rule,  combated 
the  idea  that  Great  Britain  could  trust 
France  if  a  channel  tunnel  were  dug  (how 
she  wishes  now  she  had  it!),  was  a  predicter 
of  the  war  with  Germany  and  a  demander 
of  preparation  and  more  preparation,  an  un- 
sparing critic  of  any  understanding  with 
Russia,  and  an  advocate  of  the  Chamberlain 
proposal  that  the  British  Empire  should  be- 
come a  tight  affair,  buying,  except  for  a  few 
items,  only  from  itself.  He  attacked  the 
social  program  of  Lloyd  George,  his  war 
against  poverty  and  the  privileges  of  the 
House  of  Peers,  with  extreme  intensity. 
Those  were  the  days  when  Lloyd  George 
was  mobbed  in  Birmingham,  Chamberlain's 
home.  A  member  of  Parliament,  meeting 
Chamberlain,  said  to  him:  "So  your  people 
almost  managed  to  kill  Lloyd  George  the 
other  night."  "What  is  everybody's  busi- 
ness is  nobody's  business,"  responded  Brum- 
magem Joe.  Then  there  was  the  man  who 
jumped  from  the  pier  at  Brighton  to  rescue 
a  drov/ning  person,  and  the  gallant  rescuer, 
describing  his  experience,  said:  "I  got  hold 
of  his  collar  just  as  he  was  going  down. 
Having  turned  him  over  to  see  it  wasn't 
Lloyd  George,  I  then  easily  floated  him  to 
the   pier." 

The  ante-bellum  political  features  of 
Northcliffe  were  thus  those  of  an  imperial- 
istic Tory  of  the  rough-riding  Cecil  Rhodes 
type.  As  a  practical  man,  not  for  him  were 
dreams  of  improving  the  race,  no  gleaming 
visions  of  a  perfected  world,  relieved  of  its 
ills  and  its  sons  dwelling  in  harmonious  pros- 
perity. He  has  been  not  averse  to  painting  on 
the  map  of  the  world  as  large  a  part  as  pos- 
sible with  the  colors  of  a  flaming  British  red. 
Early  in  the  war,  complaining  of  the  insuffi- 
ciency of  the  German  blockade,  he  urged 
searchings  of  our  vessels  that  would  not  have 
contributed  to  our  entry  into  the  war  as  an 
ally  to  Great  Britain.  While  our  public  was 
being  educated  into  the  belief  that  the  British 
blockade  was  violating  neutral  rights,  he 
held  they  were  too  meticulously  respected. 

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score  of  points  of  policy  and  strategy,  was 
light  about  Germany,  about  conscription, 
about  the  need  of  shells  and  more  shells, 
about  the  necessity  of  centralizing  power, 
about  waking  up  England  and  shaking  her 
out  of  the  complacent  faith  that  the  British 
Empire  was  immortal  and  would  be  taken 
care  of  without  the  need  of  Englishmen  in- 
dividually worrying.  Nevertheless,  in  view 
of  the  well-known  stiff  preference  of  America 
for  Liberal  rather  than  for  Tory  England, 
for  Chatham  and  Gladstone,  rather  than  for 
North  and  Disraeli,  it  is  surprising  some  dis- 
tinguished Liberal  was  not  chosen  to  inter- 
pret England  to  America.  Somewhere  must 
be  a  willingness  to  transfer  Northcliffe's 
energy  overseas  or  a  belief  that  his  practical 
abilities  are  very  great.  His  disparagers 
whisper  that  three  thousand  miles  of  water 
is  a  fairly  good  barrier  against  the  business 
of  directing  the  war  from  a  Fleet  Street  edi- 
torial office. 

Whether  the  bed-fellowship  will  persist  is 
the  subject  of  interested  speculation  in  Great 
Bi-itain.  .The  Welsh  Prime  Minister  is  be- 
lieved, if  a  correct  picture  of  the  man  has 
been  projected,  to  be  a  passionate,  deep- 
feeling,  aspiring  democratic  idealist.  He  is 
for  this  war  for  the  same  set  of  reasons  that 
he  opposed  the  Boer  war.  Elements  of  ob- 
vious incongruity  are  thus  present  when  he 
is  yoked  with  Chamberlain's  most  conspicu- 
ous fugelman.  It  is  improbable  Lloyd  George 
has  changed.  Northcliffe  may  have  changed 
through  the  educative  effects  of  the  wat',  as 
have  many  others,  but  seldom  do  men  alter 
essentially  when  past  the  half-century  mark 
in  years.  The  basis  of  the  partnership  is 
perhaps  Northcliffe's  passion  to  get  things 
done,  kis  patriotism,  and  his  admiration  for 


the  volcanic  energy  of  Lloyd  George,  coupled 
with  his  belief  that  a  dictatorship  is  neces- 
sary and  that  no  man  except  Lloyd  George, 
with  his  radical  record,  would  have  been  ac- 
cepted by  the  British  masses. 

That  Northcliffe  will  be  a  personal  success 
in  this  country  may  be  taken  for  granted. 
His  qualities  are  of  the  compelling  kind. 
He  is  frank  and  informal,  has  a  downright 
explicitness  and  a  fury  to  achieve  results 
without  flummery  and  red  tape  that  we  like 
to  flatter  ourselves  is  American.  If  he  had 
happened  to  be  born  on  this  side  he  doubt- 
less would  have  been  a  captain  of  industry 
able  to  get  along  with  the  unions.  Rest- 
less, peripatetic  (this  is  his  seventeenth  visit 
to  our  shores),  he  goes  at  his  tasks  in  his 
shirt-sleeves — reaches  a  conclusion  and  then 
thinks  up  reasons  afterwards.  He  has  gone 
far  in  his  tempestuous  way  and  may  go  fur- 
ther. With  what  is  behind  him  and  with 
what  may  be  before  him  he  piques  curiosity. 
Free  and  easy  in  demeanor,  of  big  heart  in 
all  that  relates  to  private  life,  he  will  be 
a  welcome  guest. 

Northcliffe's  great  executive  abilities  will 
be  of  service  not  only  to  his  country,  but  to 
ours,  as  he  occupies  himself  with  buying 
$40,000,000  to  $50,000,000  worth  of  supplies 
a  month.  No  man,  if  he  gives  opportunity, 
will  be  more  consulted  by  our  department 
heads  as  they  struggle  with  strange  tasks. 
He  knows  what  Great  Britain's  mistakes 
were,  and  >io  false  national  pride  restrains 
him  from  naming  them.  Both  as  official  re- 
presentative of  Great  Britain  and  as  non- 
official  counsellor  to  our  Government,  it  may 
be  that  Northcliffe's  fame  as  owner  of  news- 
papers will  be  eclipsed  by  that  of  organizer 
of  victory. 


Inside  Stories  of  the  Revolution 


Dissensions  in  the  Russian  Royal  Family 
Before  the  Blow  Fell. 

SOME  inside  stories  of  events  in  Russia 
preceding  the  Revolution,  happenings 
within  the  Royal  family  of  Russia  itself,  are 
given  by  E.  H.  Wilcox  in  the  course  of  an  art- 
icle in  the  Fortnightly  Review.  He  tells  of 
the  influence  of  Rasputin,  the  mesmeric  and 
infamous  priest,  and  the  influence  that  he 
wielded  at  the  Imperial  court.  The  country 
began  to  cry  out  and  matters  came  to  a  head 
with  the  brave  action  of  a  lady  of  the  court. 
On  this  point  the  story  reads: 

Thus  it  was  with  the  letter  of  Princess 
Vasilchikova,  which  is  sure  to  find  a  place  in 
all  histories  of  the  Revolution,  though  little 
has  been  heard  of  it  outside  Russia  up  to  the' 
present  time.  The  incident  was  much  talked 
about  in  Petrograd  society  during  the  last 
few  weeks  of  1916,  and  the  full  story  of  it 
has  since  been  told  by  the  heroine's  husband. 
Prince  B.  A.  Vacilchikoff,  formerly  a  member 
of  the  Imperial  Council. 

The  Vasilchikoffs  lived  at  Tsarskoe  Selo, 
where  they  belonged  to  the  court  set.  Like 
many  another  Russian  woman  of  high  station 
to  low,  the  Princess  had  long  brooded  over  the 
state  into  which  the  country  was  sinking. 
She  shared  her  anxieties  with  no  one,  and 
they  preyed  on  her  mind  till  she  could  not 
sleep.  At  last,  after  a  series  of  wakeful 
nights,  she  resolved  on  a  bold  step.  She 
would  address  an  appeal  to  the  Empress  as 
from  woman  to  woman  and  not  as  from  sub- 
ject to  sovereign.  Without  giving  her  reso- 
lution time  to  cool,  she  sat  down  at  her  secre- 
taire and  hastily  poured  out  her  thoughts  in 
the  form  of  a  letter  on  to  the  sheets  of  a 
block-note.  As  soon  as  she  had  finished,  she 
sealed  the  sheets  in  an  envelope,  addressed  it 
to  the  Empress,  and  flung  it  into  the  nearest 
letter  box.  Only  then  did  she  tell  those  near- 
est to  her  what  she  had  dared  to  do. 

The  Princess's  letter  was  in  respectful 
terms,  but  it  entirely  ignored  all  the  flowery 
phrases  and  humble  forms  which  are  usual 
in  correspondence  with  the  wearers  af  crowns. 
As  the  writer  herself  said,  it  was  an  appeal 
from  one  woman's  heart  to  another.       The 


dominating  idea  of  the  letter  was  regret  that 
the  Empress,  deserting  her  natural  mission, 
which  was  "to  serve  the  cause  of  charity  and 
minister  to  the  needs  of  the  wounded,"  should 
"continually  intervene  in  political  affairs  and 
attempt  to  concentrate  in  her  own  hands  all 
the  power  of  government."  The  Tsaritsa  was 
warned  against  placing  full  trust  in  those 
who  surrounded  her,  and  implored  not  to  look 
at  Russia  through  the  eyes  of  the  servile 
courtiers  who  falsely  assured  her  that  she 
was  thoroughly  acquainted  with  the  state  of 
the  country  and  the  needs  of  its  people.  It 
was,  indeed,  continued  the  letter,  only  too 
clear  that  the  Empress  knew  nothing  of  the 
feelings  with  which  the  Russian  people  re- 
garded the  intrigues  in  Court  circles.  If  she 
did,  she  would  renounce  her  political  designs, 
cleanse  her  entourage  of  hypocritical  cour- 
tiers, and  devote  herself  to  the  activity  to 
which  her  position  destined  her,  and  which 
was  not  calculated  to  benefit  Russia  and  earn 
her  the  love  of  the  nation.  The  lettA  con- 
tained no  reference  to  the  part  played  by 
Rasputin  at  Court.  No  copy  was  taken  of  it, 
but  the  above  is  the  vision  of  its  contents 
given   by  Prince   Vasilchikoff. 

On  receiving  this  appeal  the  Empress  flew 
into  a  passion,  and  exclajmed:  "That  is  not 
the  first  letter  of  the  kind  I  have  received. 
This  sort  of  thing  must  be  put  a  stop  to,  and 
we  must  take  the  severest  measures."  Just  at 
that  time  the  Tsar  returned  to  Tsarskoe  from 
Headquarters,  and  the  matter  was  considered 
at  a  family  council,  at  which  the  Minister 
of  the  Household  was  present.  Report  cur- 
rent in  Court  society  at  Petrograd  credited 
Count  Fredericks  with  a  dignified  and  cour- 
ageous part  in  this  discussion.  According  to 
this  story,  the  Tsar's  first  judgment  was 
that  both  the  Vasilchikoffs  should  be  ban- 
ished to  Siberia,  but  the  Count  entered  a 
vigorous  protest  and  thus  secured  a  reduc- 
tion of  the  sentence.  It  was  even  said  that, 
after  pointing  out  that  Prince  Vasilchikoff, 
at  any  rate,  could  not  be  charged  with  any 
offence,  he  offered  him.self  as  an  expiatory 
sacrifice,  in  case  the  Tsar  should  insist  on 
venting  his  wrath  on  an  innocent  victim. 
However  that  may  be,  three  days  after  the 
letter  had  been  sent  the  Prince  was  called 
to  the  Ministry  of  the  Imperial  Household, 
and  told  that  his  wife  must  consider  herself 
in  disgrace,  and  retire  to  her  country  estate 
til!     her     indiscretion     had     been     forgotten. 


Count  Fredericks,  who  "was  obviously  em- 
barrassed and  ill  at  ease  said:  "You  must 
understand  that,  as  Minister  of  the  Court, 
I  could  not  overlook  the  form  of  yur  wife's 
communication  to  the  Empress,  which  was 
absolutely  incompatible  with  etiquette  and 
therefore   insulting." 

The  Vasilchikoff  letter  had  an  interesting 
sequel.  Knowledge  of  the  affair  soon  got 
about,  and  the  Prince  and  Princess  were 
inundated  with  messages  of  congratulation 
and  sympathy.  A  large  company  assembled 
at  the  Tsarskoe  Station  to  bid  them  farewell 
— the  Prince  at  once  decided  to  share  his 
wife's  exile  and  resigned  his  seat  on  the  Im- 
perial Council — and  before  the  train  left 
those  present  pledged  themselves  to  memor- 
ialize the  Empress  in  the  sense  of  the  offend- 
ing letter.  A  petition  expressing  the  Prin- 
cess's ideas  was,  accordingly,  circulated  in 
society,  where  it  received  numerous  signa- 
tures, but  before  it  could  be  presented  the 
death  of- Rasputin  flung  the  Court  camarilla 
into  that  final  delirium  in  which  it  lost  sight 
of  all  considerations  of  reason  and  prudence. 

That  was  one  case  in  which  the  lesson  of 
the  times  was  forced  upon  the  attention  of 
Count  Fredericks  and  disregarded.  There 
was,  however,  another  in  which  the  writing  on 
the  wall  was  even  plainer  and  more  per- 
emptory. It  was  in  connection  with  the 
events  which  followed  the  killing  of  Gregory 
Rasputin.  The  inner  story  of  that  tragedy 
has  yet  to  be  told,  for  the  actors  in  it  were 
mutually  pledged  to  secrecy,  and  they  have 
not  yet  relieved  one  another  of  the  oath. 
But  much  we  already  know  on  very  .sound 
evidence.  The  plot  was  hatched  on  board  the 
hospital  train  of  Vladimir  Puriskevitch,  the 
Conservative  deputy  who  was  the  first  to 
denounce  Rasputin  by  name  from  the  tribune 
of  the  Duma,  and  among  the  conspirators  was 
the  Grand  Duke  Dmitri  Pavlovitch,  the  fav- 
orite first  cousin  of  the  Tsar.  The  witness  to 
this  is  his  father,  the  Grand  Duke  Pavl  Alex- 
androvitch.  On  the  same  authority  we  have 
it  that  Dmitri  Pavlovitch  denied  on  oath  to 
both  father  and  mother  that  his  hands  "are 
stained  with  the  blood  of  the  contemptible 
Rasputin."  Nevertheless,  Dmitri  Pavlovitch 
was  one  of  the  victims  chosen  by  the  Court 
to   expiate   Rasputin's   death. 

Pavl  Alexandrovitch  only  heard  of  the 
death  of  Rasputin  two  days  after  the  event. 
He  was  then  at  the  Headquarters  Staff  at 
Homel,  and  hurried  back  to  Petrograd.  When 
he  arrived  he  found  that  his  son  was  already 
under  domiciliary  arrest  in  his  palace  on  the 
Nevski  Prospekt.  He  at  once  waited  upon 
the  Tsar  and  asked  him:  "Why  has  my  Dmitri 
been  arrested?"  The  Tsar  answered  in  a  dry 
and  indifferent  tone:  "For  the  murder  of 
Rasputin."  Irritated  at  the  manner  of  this 
reply,  the  Grand  Duke  said:  "He  must  be 
liberated  from  arrest  at  once."  To  this  the 
Tsar  replied:  "Good.  It  cannot  be  done  at 
once,  but  I  will  write  to-morrow.  For  the  pre- 
sent, good-bye."  On  the  following  day  the 
Grand  Duke  received  the  following  letter: 
"Dear  friend  Pavl 

"To  my  regret,  I  cannot  revoke  the  domi- 
ciliary arrest  of  Dmitri  till  the  preliminary 
investigation  is  finished.  I  have  ordered  that 
this  shall  be  hurried  on,  and  also  (hat  Dmitri 
shall  be  treated  with  consideration.  All  this 
is  painful  and  disagreeable,  but  who  is  to 
blame  except  himself  if  he  has  been  so  in- 
cautious as  to  get  mixed  up  in  such  a  busi- 
ness? I  pray  to  God  that  Dmitri  may  come 
out  of  it  in  honor  and  unstained.  —  Thy 
Nicolai."  , 

On  December  23rd  (old  style)  Dmitri  Pavl- 
ovitch telephoned  to  his  father  that  General 
Maximovitch  had  just  brought  him  an  jrder 
to  leave  at  once  for  the  army  in  Persia.  Pavl 
Alexandrovitch,  as  he  himself  narrates,  seized 
his  tor-iging  cap  and  overcoat  and  hurried  on 
foot  to  the  Alexandrovski  Pa-ac-'  where  he 
demanded  an  audience  of  tho  Tsar.  A  lackey 
brought  back  the  message:  "Tell  him  that  I 
have  no  time.  He  must  Avait."  The  same 
evening  Dmitri  Pavlovitch  v;as  dispatched  to 
Persia.  Among  those  who  aeompanii'd  him 
tj  the  station  was  his  half-sisei',  Madame 
Derfelden.  On  the  following  niglit,  returning 
home  from  a  Christmas  Eve  gathering  at  her 
mother's  she  found  the  house  in  possession  of  , 
gendarmerie,  under  General  Popoff.  with  a 
search  warrant  signed  by  the  Minister  of  (he 
Interior,  Protopopoff,  and  the  whole  place  was 


ransaked  for  compromising  document,  even 
the  floors  being  taken  up.  It  afterwards  ap- 
peared that  the  search  had  bean  suggested 
by  the  shade  -S.  Rasputin  ai  ;i  spiritualistic 
sear.cfc  held  ii^  tUi'  house  of  the  Minister  ot 
'ustice,   Dobrovolski. 

The  Grand  Duke  Pavl  Alexandrovilch  heard 
of  this  en  the  Russian  Christmas  Day,  and 
again  went  to  the  Imperial  Palace.  Once 
more  the  Tsar  was  unapproachable,  but  he 
obtained  an  interview  with  the  Tsaritsa,  from 
whom,  however,  he  got  little  satisfaction. 
An  hour  after  he  rejoined  his  family  a  mes- 
senger brought  a  packet.  It  was  a  gift  of 
an  ikon  with  a  note  of  Christmas  congratu- 
lation from  the  Empress.  The  packet  was 
opened  by  his  daughter,  Maria  Pavlovna,  who 
immediately  sent  back  the  following  answer: 

"Dear  Aunt, — It  is  necessary  to  be  polite 
and  congratulate  even  us  on  the  festival, 
which  we  spent  very  sadly.  Papa  is  deeply 
shaken  by  your  shocking  behavior  to  him.  We 
cannot  ca]l  your  action  anything  but  cruel. — 
Maria." 

Madams  Derfelden  had  been  under  domi- 
ciliary arrest  since  the  visit  of  General  PopoiT, 
but  two  days  after  Christmas  her  relatives 
induced  Protopopoff  to  receive  her.  We  have 
only  hints  as  to  the  character  of  their  inter- 
view. The  Minister  of  the  Interior  made  a 
significant  remark.  He  said:  "You  must  have 
seen  a  sphinx,  the  eyes  of  which  gaze  into  the 
distance.  You  look  at  it  and  it  hypnotizes 
you.  Such  a  sphinx  was  the  'staretz'  Ras- 
putin." For  the  rest,  he  seems  to  have 
mixed  menace  with  cajolery.  Madame  Der- 
felden telephoned  to  her  mother  that  she 
"hated  the  flatterer."  Protopopoff  told  the 
Tsar:  "A  pretty  woman  came  to  see  me  with 
the  charge  to  kill  me.  but  I  made  such  an 
impression  upon  her  that  we  parted  friends. 
And  who  do  you  think  it  was?  Derfelden." 
The  Tsar  congratulated  Protopopoff  on  his 
lucky  escape,  and  crossing  him  several  times, 
said:  "May  God  spare  your  precious  life  that 
you  may  be  of  further  benefit  to  the  country." 

These  details,  so  trivial  and  yet  so  signifi- 
cant, are  hardly  credible,  but  they  are  vouched 
for  by  the  Grand  Duke  Pavl  Alexandrovitch 
himself. 

All  the  efforts  of  the  nearest  relatives  of 
Dmitri  Pavlovitch  having  proved  unavailing 
to  save  him  from  banishment,  the  assistance 
of  other  members  of  the  Imperial  family  was 
sought.  Pavl  Alexandrovitch  composed  a 
letter  in  which  the  Tsar  was  begged  to  have 
pity  on  the  exile's  shaken  health;  his  daughter 
Maria  took  it  to  Petrograd  to  obtain  the 
signature  of  the  Grand  Dukes.  On  the  29th 
of  the  Russian  December  the  letter  was  con- 
sidered at  a  gathering  in  the  palace  of  the 
late  Grand  Duke  Vladimir  Alexandrovitch. 
Nearly  all  the  Grand  Dukes  at  that  time  in 
the  capital  were  present.  The  text  of  the 
letter  was  carefully  considered,  and  several  of 
the  company  expressed  the  opinion  that  its 
terms  were  not  sufficiently  firm  and  vigor- 
ous. In  the  end,  however,  the  moderate  party 
won  the  day.  Those  present  wrote  their  sig- 
natures in  the  order  of  their  ages,  and  the 
letter  was  then  sent  round  to  the  male  mem- 
bers of  the  family  whom  circumstances  had 
prevented  from  attending.  Eventually  all  the 
Grand  Dukes  then  in  Petrograd,  seventeen  in 
number,  put  their  names  to  the  document. 
The    text    had    been    supplied    by    the    Grand 


MACLEAN'S     M  A  G  A  Z  I 


Duke  Nikolai  Michailovitch,  and  is  as  follows: 
"Your  Majesty. — We,  whose  signatures  you 
will  read  at  the  foot  of  this  letter  earnestly 
and  urgently  beg  you  to  modify  your  severe 
decision  with  regard  to  the  fate  of  Dmitri 
Pavlovitch.  We  know  that  he  is  physically  ill 
and  mentally  deeply  shaken  and  depressed. 
You,  his  guardian  and  chief  benefactor,  know 
how  deep  was  the  love  to  you  and  our  coun- 
try which  always  filled  his  heart.  We  entreat 
your  Majesty,  in  view  of  the  youth  of  the 
Grand  Duke  and  the  real  weakness  of  his 
health,  to  allow  him  to  remain  either  at  Ousoff 
(Dmitri  Pavlovitch 's  country  seat)  or  at 
Vilen.sk. 

"It  must  be  known  to  your  Majesty  in  what 
difficult  circumstances  our  troops  in  Persia 
are  placed,  in  view  of  the  lack  of  quarters, 
the  prevalence  of  epidemics,  and  so  on.  Re- 
sidence there  will  be  for  the  Grand  Duke  the 
equivalent  of  complete  ruin,  and  your  Ma- 
jesty's heart  will  feel  regret  for  the  youth 
whom  you  loved,  who  from  childhood  had 
the  happiness  to  be  much  in  your  presence, 
and  to  whom  you  have  always  been  as  a 
kind  father. 

"May  God  inspire  your  Majesty  to  alter 
your  decision  and  to  let  mercy  take  the  place 
of  anger." 

The  answer  to  this  appeal  came  on  the  fol- 
lowing day.     It  was   as   follows: 

"No  one  has  the  right  to  concern  himself  for 
murderers.  I  know  that  the  consciences  of 
many  are  troubling  them,  as  Dmitri  Pavl- 
ovitch was  not  the  only  one  in  this  affair.  I 
am  surprised  that  you  appeal  to  me.  — 
Nikolai." 

In  the  meanwhile  the  Grand  Duke  Nikolai 
Michajlovitch — the  same  who,  in  November 
last,  protested  in  the  most  outspoken  and 
vigorous  manner,  in  a  letter  which  he  read  to 
the  Tsar  against  the  way  in  which  Russia  was 
being  ruled  and  the  pernicious  influence  of 
the  Tsaritsa  on  the  Government  policy — had 
also  been  banished,  though  only  to  his  estate. 
It  was  clear  that  words  would  effect  nothing 
unless  they  were  backed  up  by  deeds,  and  the 
Grand  Dukes  decided  to  give  emphasis  to  their 
remonstrances  by  absenting  themselves  from 
the  great  New  Year  Court  which  was  always 
held  on  January  1st  at  the  Tsar's  palace. 
This  decision  was  taken  on  the  last  day  of  the 
Russian  year.  The  same  day  Count  Frede- 
ricks came  up  from  Tsarskoe  Selo  and  im- 
plored the  Grand  Dukes  to  abandon  the  idea 
of  demonstrating  before  the  entire  Court 
the  acute  dissension  which  had  broken  out 
in  the  Imperial  family.  According  to  state- 
ments in  the  Russian  Press,  he  pleaded  his 
cause  very  frankly,  admitting  that  the  pro- 
posed demonstration  would  only  hasten  a 
catastrophe  which  had  been  rendered  in- 
evitable by  the  "situation  created  by  Rasputin 
and  his  clique."  In  the  end  his  pleas  pre- 
vailed, and  the  Grand  Dukes  appeared  as 
usual  at  the  New  Year  Court. 

Count  Fredericks  is  reported  to  have  said 
that  even  then  the  final  crash  was  inevitable. 
In  one  sense,  no  doubt,  that  is  true.  There 
was,  however,  still  a  chance  of  saving  the 
throne  by  prompt  and  generous  concessions, 
but  instead  of  attempting  to  conciliate  the 
nation,  the  Tsar's  advisers  heaped  one  pro- 
vocation on  another  till  the  actual  devoueTnent 
became   inevitable   indeed. 


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Leads  to  Migration. 


THE  scarcity  of  help  in  the  Northern 
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help  from  the  South.  This  movement  has 
created  several  unusual  conditions  which  Ray 
Stannard  Baker  deals  with  in  Worlds  Work. 
He  says  in  part: 

The  earlier  manifestations  of  the  move- 
ment, which  began  to  be  widely  noticed  in  the 
spring  of  1916,  were  more  or  less  sporadic  and 
feverish,  and  due  largely  to  the  activities  of 
Northern  labor  agents,  especially  those  repre- 
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backed  into  several  Southern  cities  and  hun- 
dreds of  Negroes  were  gathered  up  in  a  day, 
loaded  into  the  cars,  and  whirled  away  to  the 
North.  I  was  told  of  instances  in  which 
Negro  teamsters  left  their  horses  standing  in 
the  streets,  or  deserted  their  jobs  and  went 
to  the  trains  without  notifying  their  employ- 
ers or  even  going  home.  But  this  spring  the 
movement  has  become  more  or  less  organized, 
and,  while  not  so  spectacular,  is  probably 
more  widespread.  Large  manufacturing  and 
railroad  corporations  in  the  North  now  have 
regular  agents  to  direct  the  importations  of 
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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


The  Price  of 
Advertised  Goods 


WHAT  is  the  truth  about  the  prices  of  advertised  goods?  Are 
they  going  up,  or  are  they  remaining  stationary?  The  fact  is  that 
the  prices  of  many  well-advertised  lines  have  not  been  advanced  to 
the  consumer,  despite  the  almost  universal  tendency  of  all  other  mer- 
chandise to  advance.  Recently  142  manufacturers  of  nationally 
advertised  goods  were  written  to  to  find  out  if  they  had  increased  their 
prices  to  the  consumer.  The  returns  showed  that  the  prices  of  89 
well-known  advertised  articles  have  not  been  advanced  to  the  con- 
sumer; and  53  have  been  advanced,  but  not  unreasonably.  Some  of  the 
lines  you  know  and  perhaps  use  that  have  not  advanced  in  price  to 
you  are: 


Postum 

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Pears'  Soap 

Eastman  Kodaks 

Bon- A  mi 

President  Suspenders 

Mennen's  Talcum  Powder 

Duggett  &  RamsdeU's 
Goods 

2-in-l  Shoe  Polish 

Old  Dutch  Cleanser 

Cox's  Gelatine 


Walter  Baker's  Chocolate 

and  Cocoa 
Liquid  Veneer 
Remington  Typewriters 
Nugget  Polishes 
Edison   Phonographs 
0-Cedar  Oil    ' 
Nestle's  Food 
Victor  Talking  Machines ' 
Wrigley's  Chewing  Gum 
Absorbine,  Jr. 
Pompeian  Creams 
Royal  Typewriters 


Blue-Jay  Corn  Plasters 
American  Chicle 

Company  s  Gums 
Woodbury's  Facial  Soap 
Hoosier  Kitchen  Cabinet 
Palmolive  Soap 
Gillette  Razors 
Underwood    Typewriters 
B.D.V.  Underwear 
Auto-Strop  Razors 
Columbia   Graphophones 
Moore  Push  Pins 
Challenge  Collars 


Advertising  has  done  wonderful  things  in  the  direction  of  lowering  and 
stabilizing  prices.  It  equalizes  distribution  — preventing  gluts  and  short- 
ages which  are  factors  of  price-disturbance.  The  increased  amount  of  busi- 
ness which  advertising  produces  lowers  manufacturing  costs.  Advertising 
reduces  rather  than  increases  the  prices  of  trade-marked  articles  when 
consistently  applied.  The  fact  is  that  the  big  and  common  increases  in  the 
prices  of  commodities  have  been  in  connection  with  unbranded  and  unad- 
vertised  lines.  Go  over  the  list  of  your  own  purchases  dav  by  day;  and  it 
IS  safe  to  say  that  you  will  find  it  thrifty  to 

Buy  Advertised  Goods 


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two  live  Negro  associations,  notably  the  Na- 
tional League  on  Urban  Conditions  Among 
Negroes,  have  become  clearing  houses  and 
stimulating  centres  for  the  movement.  Pro- 
bably the  earlier  estimates  of  the  volume  of 
migration  were  much  exaggerated,  but  no  one 
can  doubt,  now,;that  the  movement  is  one  of 
widespread  importance,  or  that  it  is  rapidly 
increasing.  In  certain  parts  of  southern 
Georgia  and  Alabama,  especially  where  the 
larger  tenant  farming  is  still  practised,  whole 
neighborhoods  have  been  depleted  of  their 
men  of  the  best  working  ages,  and  often 
whole  families  have  moved.  Upon  a  con- 
servative estimate  it  is  probable  that  nearly 
400,000  Negroes  have  already  gone  North. 
Between  75,000  and  100,000  have  settled  in 
Pennsylvania  alone,  a  large  number  being 
employed  by  the  Pennsylvania  and  Erie  rail- 
roads, and  still  larger  numbers  in  the  steel 
mills,  the  munition  plants,  and  other  manu- 
facturing establishments.  Except  in  the  to- 
bacco districts  of  thp  Connecticut  Valley,  few 
have  gone  to  work  on  the  land. 

The  underlying  cause  of  the  movement,  of 
course,  is  economic.  I  met  a  Negro  at  Savan- 
nah who  had  just  come  back  to  get  his  family 
and  take  them  North. 

"The  best  wages  I  could  make  here,"  he 
said,  "was  $1.25  or  $1.50  a  day.  I  went  to 
work  at  a  dye  house  at  Newark,  N.J.,  at 
$2.75  a  day,  with  a  rent-free  room  to  live 
in.  I  had  to  do  my  own  cooking.  The  com- 
pany paid  my   fare  North." 

Here  lies  the  rock-bottom  basis  of  the  move- 
ment. Vast  activity  and  prosperity  in  North- 
ern industrial  and  munition  plants,  a  sud- 
den stoppage  of  the  usual  supply  of  unskil- 
led immigrant  labor  from  Europe  caused  by 
the  war,  and,  more  recently,  the  enlistment  of 
men  in  the  army,  have  all  tended  to  produce 
a  dearth  of  labor  in  the  North  which  has 
drawn  irresistibly  upon  the  only  cheap  sup- 
ply that  anywhere  remained  in  the  country — 
the    Southern    Negro.      I   found    Negro   farm 


hands  in  South  Carolina  working  at  sixty 
cents  a  day,  and  long  hours  at  that,  and  the 
average  farm  wage  in  many  of  the  rural  dis- 
tricts is  not  more  than  seventy-five  cents.  To 
such  labor  the  wages  offered  in  the  North — 
from  two  dollars  a  day  upward— seems  wealth 
indeed. 

It  is  a  curious  thing  how,  invariably,  the 
first  instinctive  reaction  of  a  community  when 
confronted  by  a  powerful  economic  movement 
is  to  try  to  deal  with  it  by  petty  legal  restric- 
tions and  regulations,  or  by  force.  So  it  was 
in  the  South  when  the  migration  began  to  be 
alarming.  An  attempt  was  made  in  Georgia 
and  other  states  to  place  a  prohibitive  fee  up- 
on labor  agents,  and  the  police  in  several 
cities  endeavored  to  prevent  Negroes  from 
taking  the  trains  going  North.  In  some  in- 
stances arrests  were  made  upon  petty  charges 
to  intimidate  and  terrorize  the  Negroes,  but 
they  might  as  well  have  tried  to  stop  by 
ordinance  the  migration  of  the  boll-weevil. 

The  next  step  was  also  familiar — force  and 
legal  restriction  gave  place  to  moral  .suasion. 
The  Negro  was  told  by  Southern  newspapers 
and  Southern  leaders  that  he  was  best  off 
in  the  South,  an  assertion  in  which  there  is 
much  truth,  that  the  Southern  white  man  was 
his  friend,  and  that  conditions  in  the  North 
were  far  more  difficult  than  in  the  South. 
The  weather  was  cold,  the  work  was  hard 
and  heavy,  and  if  wages  were  high,  rents  and 
cost  of  living  were  still  higher. 

In  all  this  there  was  more  than  a  modicum 
of  truth—  and  yet  it  had  not  the  slightest  in- 
fluence upon  the  volume  of  migration.  In- 
deed, I  believe  it  tended  to  increase  it,  for 
it  brought  all  the  Negro  leaders  and  Negro 
newspapers  and  publications  at  once  into  the 
opposition.  We  are  likely  to  forget  how  arti- 
culate and  self-conscious  the  American  Negro 
has  become  in  the  last  few  years.  He  has 
more  than  five"  hundred  newspapers  and 
periodicals  owned  and  edited  by  his  own 
people. 


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The  Shiftless^Mexican  Peon 


How  Labor  is  Secured  Among   the 
Lower  Classes. 


AVERY  interesting  account  of  labor  pro- 
blems and  conditions  is  given  by  W.  A. 
Joubert  in  the  course  of  an  article  in  Harper's 
on  "The  Problem  of  the  Mexican  Peon." 
Apparently  the  peon  is  hopelessly  sunk  in 
apathy,  unambitious,  unreliable,  but  in  some 
ways,  honest.  The  story  of  the  peon  is  pretty 
well  summed  up  in  this  anecdote,  told  by  Mr. 
Joubert: 

But  to  return  to  our  six  thousand  acres 
on  the  banks  of  the  Grijalvo  or  Ucamacinta. 
To  clear  and  plant  this  land  we  require  one 
hundred  men,  and  we  now  come  in  contact 
with  the  peonage  system.  We  cannot  adver- 
tise in  the  papers  "one  hundred  men  wanted" 
for  no  laborers  will  respond.  It  will  be  neces- 
sary for  us  personally  to  seek  our  hands,  and 
so  we  wait  for  a  fiesta  in  some  not  distant 
village. 

Every  Mexican  community  has  a  patron 
saint,  and  the  week  of  his  or  her  nativity  is 
given  over  to  celebration.  Like  the  fast  day 
of  New  England,  this  religious  feast  has 
fallen  on  evil  days,  and  the  religious  observ- 
ances are  very  much  in  the  background,  and 
the  fiesta  is  more  akin  to  a  combination  of 
old-home  week  and  the  fakers'  lane  of  a 
country  fair.  The  main  street  of  the  village 
will  be  flanked  with  booths,  temptingly  dis- 
playing all  manner  of  vendible  wares,  with 
refreshments  for  the  hungry  and  thirsty.  To 
this  fiesta  will  come  the  people  of  the  sur- 
rounding country,  and  especially  all  those 
who  by  birth  or  other  connection  bear  a  per- 
sonal relationship  to  the  place.  No  matter 
how  much  money  the  mozo  or  peon  has  on 
Saturday  night,  you  may  be  certain  that  he 


will  not  have  a  cent  on  Monday  morning; 
they  never  save,  and  so  they  arrive,  some  of 
them  from  a  distance  of  one  hundred  miles 
on  foot,  with  their  clothes  on  their  backs  and 
rations  for  three  or  four  days.  Being  at 
a  fiesta  with  no  money  to  spend  would  not 
be  a  fiesta,  and  so  the  first  care  of  the  mozo 
is  to  seek  funds.  We  now  appear  on  the 
scene  with  several  bogs  of  small  change,  and 
let  it  be  known  that  we  are  in  search  of 
laborers.  We  shall  soon  be  surrounded  by 
eager  mozos  looking  for  work. 

Pedro  introduces  himself  and  asks  for 
employment.  We  ask  him  the  very  unneces- 
sary question  if  he  has  an  "account"  (for 
they  all  have  "accounts"),  and  he  brings 
forth  a  much  crumpled  piece  of  paper  show- 
ing that  he  is  in  debt  to  Don  Carlos,  a  distant 
neighbor,  to  the  extent  of  one  hundred  and 
fifty  pesos.  .  The  man  is  a  likely  looking 
laborer,  and,  besides,  the  "account"  is  very 
small  and  one  we  are  glad  to  obtain.  So  we 
seek  out  Don  Carlos,  pay  him  the  amount,  get 
a  receipt,  and  return  to  Pedro  and  announce 
that  we  have  bought  his  "account"  from  Don 
Carlos,  and  that  he  is  to  work  for  us,  all  of 
which  is  eminently  satisfactory  to  all  con- 
cerned. Now  Pedro  will  plant  himself  in 
such  a  position  that  one  cannot  escape,  and 
will  stand  there,  shifting  from  one  foot  to 
the  other  and  twirling  his  hat,  without  saying 
a  word  until  you  ask  the  next  foolish  ques- 
tion, "What  more  do  you  want?"  He  will 
reply,  "Un  adelante,  senor,"  which  translated 
means  "an  advance."  You  will  say,  "How 
much?"  He  will  probably  name  some  impos- 
sible amount  that  he  knows  he  will  not  get, 
and  will  depart  with  the  ten,  fifteen  or 
twenty-five  pesos  that  you  may  give  him.  In 
the  afternoon  he  is  back  for  more,  and  every 
day  thereafter  during  the  remainder  of  the 
fiesta  he  is  after  you  morning,  noon,  and  night 
for  mas  dinero  (more  money),  even  arousing 
you    at   midnight   at    your   lodgings.      And   if 


you  have  one  hundred  of  these  men  advanced, 
I  promise  that  you  will  understand  the  mean- 
ing of  the  word  "pest."  I  have  found  it 
necessary  to  saddle  my  horse,  ride  out  into 
the  woods,  and  stay  there  all  day  fighting  mos- 
quitoes to  rid  myself  of  these  mosquitoes  in 
town. 

One  may  have  noticed  that  few  of  these 
men  have  inquired  where  they  are  going  to 
work,  what  kind  of  work  they  will  be  called 
upon  to  perform,  or  how  much  they  are  to 
receive  in  wa)?es.  These  insignificant  details 
can  be  learned  later.  They  do  not  know  how 
much  money  they  are  taking,  nor  realize  how 
it  is  being  spent,  and  how  it  is  ever  to  be 
repaid  doesn't  even  enter  into  their  calcula- 
tions  at  all. 

Saturday  morning  comes  and  the  end  of 
the  fiesta,  and  each  one  of  these  hundred  men 
hp.A  been  advanced  from  three  hundred  to  five 
hundred  pesos.  I  call  the  men  before  me  and 
tell  them  there  is  no  more  fiesta  and  no  more 
money;  I  am  going  to  return  to  my  fiesta, 
and  I  want  them  there  Monday  morning.  Not 
many  will  report  Monday  morning,  but  be- 
fore that  week  is  out  every  one  of  those  hun- 
dred men  will  have  arrived  on  the  plantation. 
I  never  lost  one  cent  from  a  runaway  mozo. 
It  is  their  system.  There  is  no  other  way 
of  getting  agricultural  labor  except  through 
this  method.  It  is  their  game,  and  they  play 
it  according  to  the  rules  laid  down.  It  may  be 
said  here  that  the  peonage  system  applies 
principally  to  agricultural  laborers,  the  skilled 
laborers  being  as  independent  as  American 
mechanics,  and  in  some  respects  more  inde- 
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Oh,  and  I  can  tell  you  other  things !    For 
instance " 

"No!  No! — don't!"  Mrs.  Gifford  cried 
out,  while  her  cheeks  flamed  confirmatory 
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Sedley  Brown  stared  at  her,  mildly  sus- 
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things  I  know  that  would  make  you  blush 
worse  than  your  mother.  Shall  I  tell  them 
a  certain  mark " 

"No!     No!     No!"  Patty  entreated. 

"Huh!"  Captain  Decker  shrugged  his 
shoulders,  shifting  his  gaze  from  one  mor- 
tified woman  to  the  other.  "I  guess  I'm 
some  psychologist.  I  know  lots  of  things 
outside  my  experience." 

"Why  don't  you  tell  me  something  about 
myself?"  Temple  Harrison  challenged, 
out  of  pity  for  Patty  and  her  mother. 

"I  don't  know  anything  about  you,"  was 

the  answer.    "Maybe,  I'm  not  interested." 

Afterwards,  in  a  secluded  corner  on 

deck,  Harrison  told  Patty  that  the  whole 

thing  was  impossible. 

"But  mother  had  the  mole,"  she  replied. 

"I  am  firmly  convinced  of  telepathy," 
was  Mrs.  Gilford's  judgment.  "But,  oh, 
that  terrible  man !  I  shall  not  dare  think 
any  thought  in  his  presence.  He  is  able 
to  read  my  mind  like  a  book." 

"I  don't  know  what  to  believe,"  said 
Sedley  Brown.  "It  is  all  very  strange,  I 
am  sure,  and  I  should  like  to  see  it  cleared 
up." 

HIS  WISH  was  destined  to  be  quickly 
gratified.  That  afternoon  Captain 
Decker  caught  Willie  smoking  a  cigarette 
in  the  sail  locker  and  promptly  rope's- 
ended  him.  Then  he  sent  him  aloft  in  a 
bosun's  chair  to  tar  down  the  main  rig- 


ging. By  this  time  the  skipper  was  in  a 
nasty  temper.  He  scared  the  two  maids 
to  the  verge  of  hysteria,  bullied  Peyton 
into  a  semi-comatose  condition  of  yam- 
mering apology  for  existing,  cursed  the 
cabin-boy,  went  for'ard  to  the  galley  and 
thrashed  the  cook  among  his  pots  and 
pans  and,  returning  to  the  poop,  flew  into 
a  proper  sea-rage  with  Flat-Nose  Russ. 
The  cowed  mariner  muttered  and  mum- 
bled excuses,  and  cowered  away  each  time 
the  skipper,  pacing  the  deck  like  a  wild 
animal,  passed  him. 

The  survivors  of  the  Mingalia  were 
compelled  to  listen  to  this  tirade.  There 
was  no  escaping  it  by  going  below,  for  the 
skippers  voice  penetrated  everywhere.  Be- 
sides, they  had  tried  that  in  previous  out- 
bursts, and  by  so  doing,  had  only  suc- 
ceeded in  arousing  greater  ire  in  Captain 
Decker.  Sedley  Brown  stood  in  a  pas- 
sively protecting  attitude  beside  Mrs. 
Gifford,  who  was  seated  in  a  canvas  deck  ' 
chair.  Patty  and  Temple  Harrison  had 
drawn  close  together,  and  he  was  holding 
her  hand.  And  still  Captain  Decker  raged 
and  roared  up  and  down. 

It  was  Harrison  who  saw  the  whole  ex- 
tent of  what  happened.  Chancing  to 
glance  aloft  at  Willie  swaying  airily  in 
his  bosun's  chair,  Harrison  was  amazed 
at  the  ferocious  hatred  that  contorted  that 
mild  youth's  face. 

From  the  bosun's  chair  was  suspended 
a  tar  pot.  As  Harrison  watched,  Willie 
wrapped  his  legs  about  the  shrouds  and, 
both  hands  free,  proceded  to  untie  the  tar 
pot.  Holding  it  in  his  hand,  he  waited. 
Captain  Decker  was  pacing  to  and  fro 
beneath  him.  Harrison  saw  the  youth 
poise  the  tar  potT,  time  the  Captain's 
stride,  and  let  go. 

WITHOUT  turning  over,  bottom 
downward,  the  pot  struck  Captain 
Decker's  head.  He  immediately  sat  down 
on  the  deck.  None  of  the  tar  fell  on  him. 
The  pot  struck  his  head  so  squarely  that 


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it  bounced  off  and  spilled  on  the  deck. 
Mrs.  Giflford,  a  vision  of  violent  death  for 
her  youngest  son  strong  upon  her, 
screamed  and  fainted.  Patty  likewise 
screamed,  and  was  caught  about  the  waist 
by  Harrison.  No  one  moved  or  spoke.  All 
gazed  upon  Captain  Decker. 

HE  STILL  sat  on  the  deck,  stupidly 
looking  at  his  hands.  On  his  face 
was  painted  a  curious  disgust.  He  did 
not  like  his  hands.  He  tried  to  get  away 
from  them,  to  fling  them  from  him.  Fail- 
ing this,  as  in  a  dream,  he  contemplated 
them.  He  rubbed  them  together,  and  into 
his  eyes  sprang  astonishment,  in  that  sen- 
sation told  him  that  they  belonged  to  him. 
He  stared  at  his  clothes,  and  about  him  at 
those  who  looked  on. 

"What'll  I  do  with  the  boy,  sir?"  asked 
Flat-Nose  Russ,  hovering  solicitously 
near. 

Captain  Decker  looked  at  his  mate  and 
shrank  away. 

He  strove  to  speak,  and  seemed  to  fail 
to  manipulate  his  voice. 

"What  boy?  What?"  he  managed  to 
articulate  at  last  in  tones  of  modulated 
huskiness  unlike  anything  they  had  ever 
heard  from  his  lips.  He  gazed  at  the  mate 
long  and  wonderingly.  "Who  are  you? 
Please  go  away.  Will  you  call  the  police. 
Something  terrible  has  happened  to  me." 

Aloft,  terror-stricken  Willie  Gilford 
peered  down.  The  big  mate,  perplexed, 
could  only  stare  and  sway  to  the  roll  of 
the  schooner.  All  stared — even  the  man 
at  the  wheel,  whose  expressionless  face 
was  belied  by  the  eager  curiosity  in  his 
eyes. 

"Something  'terrible  has  happened," 
Captain  Decker  repeated,  his  voice  husk- 
ily plaintive. 

He  started  to  get  to  his  feet,  and  shrank 
away  from  the  mate  who  helped  him.  He 
staggered  to  the  rail  and  held  on  to  the 
shrouds,  looking  in  bewilderment  at  the 
trade-wind  sea. 

At  this  juncture,  Mrs.  Gilford  arose 
from  her  chair,  supported  by  Sedley 
Brown's  arm  around  her  waist.  The  skip- 
per looked  at  him  and  started. 

"Why,  Sedlgy,"  he  said.  "It  is  you. 
But  what  has  happened?  You  look  so  old. 
Have  you  been  sick?"  His  eyes  passed  on 
to  Mrs.  Gifford.  "Amelia!"  he  cried.  The 
arm  around  her  waist  seemed  to  excite 
him.  "Sedley,  are  you  aware  of  what  you 
are  doing?  That  is  my  wife.  Kindly 
remove  your  arm.  Amelia,  I — I  am  sur- 
prised." 

He  stepped  toward  her ;  but  she  cowered 
away. 

"Oh,  that  terrible  man!"  she  sobbed, 
and  hid  her  face  against  Sedley  Brown's 
shoulder. 

"Amelia! — what  is  the  matter?"  the 
skipper  pleaded  warmly.  "Sedley,  please 
remove  your  arm  fi'om  my  wife.  You 
will  make  me  very  angry." 

Patty  was  the  first  to  divine  the  situa- 
tion. 

"Father!"  she  exclaimed.  "Oh.  father! 
And  we  all  thought  you  were  dead!" 

"Dead?  Fiddlesticks!  I  don't  know 
you.  Go  away.  I  am  not  your  father, 
young  woman.     I  wish  to  know " 

BUT  HERE  the  skipper  again  caught 
sight  of  his  hands  and  tried  to  fling 
them  from  him. 

"Mother  —  don't  you  understand?" 
Patty  was  now  by  Mrs.  Gilford's  side. 
"It's  father?  Look  at  him!  Speak  to 
him!" 

Mrs.  Gifford  stole  a  shuddering  look. 


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Captain  Decker  was  running  the  tips  of 
his  fingers  over  his  face. 

"Seth  —  is  it  you?"  she  murmured, 
faintly. 

"What  silliness!"  the  skipper  retorted. 
"Of  course,  it  is  I.  But  my  face,  my  beard 
.  .  .  what  has  happened.  I  am  smooth 
shaven.  .  .  .  Amelia,  tell  me.  Who 
is  this  young  woman?  Sedley,  for  the 
third  time  I  ask  you  to  remove  your  arm." 

"Seth!  Bless  me,  it  is  Seth."  Sedley 
Brown  advanced  to  shake  hands.  Then 
he  staggered  away  to  the  cabin  wall, 
against  which  he  leaned. 

"But  why  are  we  out  sailing?"  Mr.  Gif- 
ford  complained.  He  looked  about,  and 
his  eyes  lighted  on  Flat-Nose  Russ.  "If 
you  are  the  captain,  sir,  it  will  be  best 
for  you  to  put  your  vessel  about  at  once 
and  return  to  San  Francisco.  Oh,  I  know! 
I  am  beginning  to  remember.  It  was  an 
outrage.  The  police  must  investigate  at 
once.  Last  night  ...  I  was  set  upon. 
I  was  clubbed  on  the  head  repeatedly.  It's 
a  mercy  my  skull  wasn't  broken."  He 
gingerly  felt  his  head  until  he  encountered 
the  welt  raised  by  the  tar  pot.  "There! 
It  is  badly  swollen.  It  was  at  half  past 
eleven,  last  night.    .    .     ." 

"Listen,"  Patty  pleaded.  "It  was  not 
last  night.  It  was  eighteen  years  ago.  I 
am  your  little  Patty.  Don't  you  remem- 
ber her?  I  am  grc^n  up,  of  course. 
Mother,  why  don't  you  kiss  him?  Father, 
kiss  her!" 

Mrs.  Gifford  recoiled ;  nor  did  Seth  Gif- 
ford   take    advantage    of   the    invitation. 


Again  he  tried  to  fling  his  unrecognizable 
hands  from  him. 

"I  ...  I  need  a  bath,"  he  muttered, 
then  tottered  to  the  edge  of  the  cabin  and 
sat  down.  "Oh,  dear,  oh,  dear !"  he  moaned 
and  burst  into  tears. 

IX. 

"13  EALLY,  you  know  he's  the  same 

A^  Seth — not  changed  a  particle  in 
all  that  time,"  Mrs.  Gifford  announced. 

She  had  just  come  on  deck  and  joined 
the  others  in  the  morning  cool. 

"But  he  makes  me  feel  so  elderly,"  she 
went  on.  "He  has  stood  still.  He  is  all 
those  years  younger." 

"I  feel  as  though  I  had  witnessed  a 
murder,"  said  Temple  Harrison. 

"I  don't  see  why,"  Patty  objected. 

"I  do.  What  has  become  of  Captain 
Decker?     lie  is  dead,  isn't  he?" 

"There  is  no  corpse,"  she  said.  "Cap- 
tain Bill  Decker  has  merely  gone  into  the 
silence  that  father  occupied  for  eighteen 
years." 

"And  I  hope,  I  most  fervently  hope, 
that  Captain  Bill  Decker  stays  there,"  was 
Sedley  Brown's  contribution. 

"It  is  very  strange,"  said  Patty. 

"A  miracle,"  Mrs.  Gifford  added. 

"Me — I  did  it — with  my  little  tar  pot," 
said  Willie,  brazenly  puffing  a  cigarette 
to  windward  of  his  mother. 

All  turned  to  regard  the  miracle,  who 
was  standing  by  the  lee  rigging,  gazing 
seaward  and  unconsciously  striving  to 
fling  overboard  his  dirt-grimed  hands. 


The  Draft 

Continued  from  page   41. 


big  city,  and  the  war,  but  he  was  not  his 
usual  cheery,  chatty  self. 

"You  saw  Peter  Grant?"  asked  mother 
as  we  sat  at  table. 

"No,  I  did  not  see  him,"  he  replied. 
"He  was  not  in  New  York.  I  went  to  his 
address,  and  found  it  was  the  home  of  a 
distant  relative  of  his.  There  I  learned 
that  Peter  had  joined  the  Union  Army, 
and  was  with  General  Grant  in  the  ad- 
vance on  Richmond.  He  did  not  wish 
Annie  to  know  he  was  a  soldier,  and  his 
letters  were  just  forwarded  from  New 
York." 

The  news  was  startling,  stunning.  I 
thought  what  a  grand  soldier  Peter  would 
make,  and  pictured  him  in  the  blue  uni- 
form. 

"He  is  safe  and  well?"  asked  mother, 
fearing,  because  of  what  she  read  in 
father's  face. 

"The  last  heard  of  him  was  that  he 
had  been  in  the  Wilderness  battles  in 
May,"  he  answered.  "A  month  later  his 
regiment  was  cut  to  pieces  in  an  attack 
on  Lee's  entrenchments  at  Cold  Harbor. 
The  Union  troops  were  repulsed,  losing 
eight  thousand  men  in  twenty  minutes. 
It  is  feared  he  perished  in  that  fearful 
slaughter." 

"Poor,  poor,  dear  Annie!"  sobbed 
mother,  the  tears  falling  fast. 

WE  ROSE  sadly  in  the  morning  to 
face  the  day's  heavy  task.  While 
we  were  at  breakfast  we  saw  her  boat 
coming  swiftly  across,  as  it  had  come 
daily  for  the  week  past,  to  see  if  father 
were  back.  She  knew  something  was 
wrong  as  soon  as  she  saw  him.-  She 
leaned  back  against  the  wall,  the  color 


fading  from  her  face,  her  hand  on  her 
breast. 

"Tell  me!  Tell  me!"  she  whispered. 
"You  have  ill  news  for  me — of  Peter?" 

Mother  folded  her  arms  about  the  girl, 
trying  to  comfort  her,  while  father  told 
the  evil  tidings. 

"Why?  Why?"  she  cried.  "He  was  not 
an  American." 

"There  are  many  Canadians  with  the 
North,  dear,"  said  father  very  gently. 

She  stared  at  him  for  some  moments, 
without  speaking,  then  the  truth  came 
swiftly  to  her,  in  all  its  fulness  of  terrible 
detail.     She  gently  put  mother  aside. 

"The  money!  That  awful  fortune! 
The  draft!"  she  moaned.  "It  was  not  the 
fortune  that  came.  It  was  the  price  of 
my  man's  life.  He  sold  himself — to  death 
— for  me — for  me!"  A  strange  icy  calm 
had  come  over  her,  more  terrible  than 
the  wildest  passion.  "Tell  me!"  she  said. 
"Tell  me  everything." 

"He  was  paid  fifteen  hundred  dollars 
to  take  a  drafted  man's  place.  The  man 
was  Dransfield,"  said  father. 

"Dransfield!  A  man  like  my  Peter  to 
die  for  such  as  he,"  she  moaned  in  agony 
of  soul. 

WE  TRIED  to  keep  her  but  she  would 
not  stay.  I  could  not  bear  the 
thought  of  her  all  alone  in  that  quiet 
house  of  memories — the  place  that  had 
cost  her  father's  life,  and  now  that  of  her 
lover.  So  I  followed  her  over,  after  a 
little  time.  She  was  sitting  in  the  parlor, 
at  the  little  round  table,  her  head  on  her 
arms.  I  was  afraid  to  go  in,  now  that  I 
had  come,  thinking  she  might  wish  to  be 


alone,  but  she  had  heard  me,  and  looked 
up. 

"I  came  to  see  if  I  could  help  you  m 
any  way,  Annie,"  I  said.  Then  as  I  looked 
at  the  hopeless  face,  I  felt  that  I  must 
comfort  her  in  some  way. 

"I  don't  believe  Peter's  dead,"  I  de- 
clared with  a  confidence  I  did  not  feel. 

"You  don't  believe ,"  she  said,  then 

paused. 

"No,  I  don't,  and  I  won't,"  I  asserted. 
"I  believe  if  he  was  dead,  you  would  have 
known  it.  He  loved  you  so  dear,  Annie, 
that  his  spirit  would  have  come  to  com- 
fort you  in  your  lone  sorrow." 

"Loved  me  dear!"  she  cried.  "So  dear, 
as  to  go  down  to  death  that  I  might  be 
saved  from  sorrow  and  unhappiness,  as 
he  thought.  Oh!"  She  rose  to  her  "feet. 
"I  hate  the  house,  and  the  farm,  and  most 
of  all  I  hate  myself.  If  I  hadn't  been  so 
wilful,  so  selfish,  wanting  to  keep  the 
place !  And  now  I  have  the  place,  bought 
with  blood,  the  blood  of  my  best  and  dear- 
est: But  you  don't  think  he's  dead,  Char- 
lie? God  bless  you  for  the  tiny  ray  of 
hope  you  bring  me."  And  for  the  first 
time  since  the  ill  news  came  she  began  to 
weep. 

AND  THE  weeks  and  months  went  by. 
She  seemed  like  a  tall,  fair  lily. 
Folks  wondered  that  she  wore  no  black, 
and  was  so  silent  over  her  grief.  Some- 
times she  would  whisper  to  me  when  we 
were  alone: 

"I  haven't  seen  his  spirit  yet,  Charlie!" 
And  it  gave  her  hope.  Winter  fell,  a 
hard,  bitter  season.  Most  days  I  walked 
over  the  ice  to  see  her,  and  often  she  came 
to  the  house.  One  day,  just  after  the 
turn  of  the  year,  she  seemed  brighter, 
happier. 

"I  haven't  seen  his  spirit  yet,"  she  said 
to  me,  "but  last  night  I  heard  him  call. 
It  was  plain  as  plain  could  be.  I  was 
sitting  in  the  parlor,  and  so  clear  was 
the  voice  that  I  ran  to  the  door,  and  looked 
out  into  the  white,  frosty  moonlight,  and 
called  back,  but  he  did  not  come.  I 
know  he's  alive,  somewhere." 

She  was  so  confident  that  mother  was 
the  more  anxious  about  hei;,  fearing  the 
girl's  mind  was  giving  way  under  the 
load.  She  begged  Annie  to  stay  a  few 
days  with  us,  but  she  would  not.  He 
might  be  out  there,  in  the  frosty  night, 
calling  her  again,  and  she  must  be  there 
to  answer." 

And  spring  came  again,  bringing  the 
news  of  the  fall  of  Richmond,  and  Lee's 
surrender  at  Appomattox.  The  war  was 
over.     Peace  had  come. 

A  FEW  days  later  I  went  over  to  the 
Harland  place.  The  house  was 
locked  up.  A  lad  from  a  neighbor's  farm 
was  in  the  stable,  and  he  told  me  Annie 
had  taken  a  long  journey  and  had  hired 
him  to  care  for  the  stock  while  she  was 
away.  There  was  a  note  for  father,  and 
one  for  me  left  with  the  lad.  They  told 
us  she  had  gone  to  New  York.  She  had 
heard  him  call  again,  and  he  needed  her. 
He  was  hurt  and  weak  and  helpless  and 
longed  for  her  so  much,  so  she  must  go. 
First  she  would  seek  New  York,  where  his 
relatives  were,  and,  if  unsuccessful  there, 
she  would  go  elsewhere,  searching  until 
she  found  him.  We  were  terribly  anxious, 
and  father  wrote  to  Peter's  friends,  and 
found  that  she  had  reached  them,  and  had 
gone  South  on  her  search. 

Spring  drew  on  to  summer,  and  one 
evening  we  were  sitting  on  the  verandah 


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ing about  the  things,  said  or  done  or 
made  in  other  parts  of  Canada,  bringing 
from  far  and  near  the  ideas  that  im- 
prove the  mind,  the  home  and  the 
person. 

They  are  bound  to  be  the  factor 
which  more  than  anything  else  will 
serve  to  knit  Canada  together  and 
nationalize  the  interests  and  desires  of 
her  people. 


It  is  to  magazines  that  people  look  to 
bring  them  in  touch  with  the  world  out- 
side their  local  circles. 

No  longer  does  the  "country  cousin" 
feel  out  of  place  in  the  city.  He  knows 
what's  going  on,  reads  the  same,  wears 
the  same,  eats  the  same — because  he 
keeps  in  touch  through  the  magazines. 

Magazines  prove  a  most  important 
factor,  too,  in  nationalizing  much  of  the 
country's  commerce.  They  make  the 
goods  of  the  manufacturer  here  known 
to  consumers  everywhere,  with  the 
greatest  economy  of  time  and  expense. 
The  acquaintance  with  the  country's 
best  products  thus  cultivated  widens 
the  market  in  which  consumers  buy, 
just  as  it  nationalizes  the  market  in 
which  the  maker  can  sell.  They  are 
truly  the  shop-window  of  the  nation. 

What  hours  and  days  of  work  and 
worry  have  been  saved  the  housewife 
by  the  appliances,  foods,  methods  which 
have  been  made  known  to  her  through 
magazine  advertising 

The  styles  she  wears,  the  foods,  appliances, 
furnishings,  apparel  she  buys — are  not  her 
preferences  largely  dictated  by  the  acquaint- 
ances she  has  made  through  the  magazines? 

Look  in  any  store  window-  anywhere.  The 
goods  most  commonly  displayed — because  they 
are  most  in  demand — are  the  brands  which 
have  become  known  to  that  merchant's  cus- 
tomers through  magazine  advertising.  Th&se 
facts  are  worth  remembering. 


Magazines  are  THE  national  medium 

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MAGAZINES  GIVING  A.  B.  C.  AUDIT 

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of  the  old  house,  just  where  we  are  sit- 
ting now,  when  we  heard  a  team  rattle 
into  the  yard.  We  went  round  to  see 
who  it  might  be,  and  there  was  Annie, 
helping  down  a  tall,  thin,  very  weak  man, 
across  whose  face  was  a  wide  slash,  just 
healed.  As  he  walked,  leaning  heavily  on 
her  strong  young  arm,  his  left  leg  dragged 
pitifully.  It  was  not  easy  at  first  glance, 
to  recognize  the  stalwart,  handsome  High- 
lander in  the  lame-scarred  wreck  that  had 
come  back. 

But  the  roses  had  returned  to  Annie's 
cheeks,  there  were  smiles  again  on  her 
lips,  her  eyes  were  softer,  deeper  than 
before.  And  she  told  of  her  search,  and 
the  finding  of  Peter  at  last  in  a  sweltering 
Southern  prison  hospital,  too  weak  to  take 
the  liberty  that  had  come. 

"Annie  Harland,  you  wonderful  girl!" 
cried  mother. 

"Annie  Grant,  Mrs.  Bateman,  please," 
she  answered  with  a  smiling  bow. 

We   wanted    them    to    stay,   but   they 


longed  for  their  own  home,  the  dearly 
purchased  house  on  the  lakeside.  Mine 
was  the  honor  of  rowing  them  across.  I 
can  see  them  now,  walking  in  an  evening 
light,  such  -as  this,  over  the  trim  little 
grass  plot,  his  arm  about  her,  and  her's 
round  him,  and  the  poor,  crippled  leg, 
dragging  as  he  went. 

ATER  they  sold  the  place  and  went 
away.  Annie  never  cared  for  it 
again,  knowing  the  awful  price  it  had 
cost.  Peter  was  ordained,  and  called  to 
a  Church  in  the  west.  Five  years  ago  he 
brought  Annie  back.  She  lies  yonder  on 
the  hillside,  in  the  maple-fringed  ceme- 
tery. And  when  he  brought  her,  he 
stayed  here.  There  were  always  just  the 
two  of  them.  They  never  had  any  child- 
ren. His  errand  to-night  was  to  her 
graveside.  Summer  or  winter,  rain  or 
shine,  he  goes.  He  will  stay  here  waiting, 
until  the  day  dawns  when  Annie  comes 
seeking  him  again,  to  guide  him  home. 


The  Dangers  Ahead 

Continued  from  page  14 


plan  of  campaign.  This  has  given  the 
Germans  time  to  prepare.  In  the  early 
months  of  the  war  we  controlled  the  sea 
and  the  Germans  the  land.  To-day  the 
positions  are  reversed.  On  water,  the  in- 
itiative rests  with  the  Germans,  all  be- 
cause of  our  incompetent  politicians. 
That  we  have  not  been  defeated,  we  have 
to  thank  the  splendid  tactics  of  the  fight- 
ing units,  not  the  strategy  of  the  politi- 
cal chiefs  at  the  admiralty.  If  the  fight- 
ing units  break,  the  British  Empire  is 
doomed.  New  enemies  will  arise.  In 
Canada,  we  will  be  attacked  on  both 
coasts,  Eastern  Canada  will  become  a 
German  colony  and  Canada  and  the 
United  States  will  be  taxed,  for  genera- 
tions to  come,  to  pay  the  war  costs.  This 
is  not  a  sensational  story.  It  is  in  the 
realm  of  practical  politics  to-day. 

T  F  WE  do  not  want  these  things  to 
A  happen,  it  is  absolutely  necessary  that 
we  exert  ourselves  to  the  limit  of  our 
capacity.  The  outcome  may  depend  upon 
the  last  reinforcement  of  men  or  cargo  of 
grain,  we  are  able  to  place  in  Europe. 

Two  things  we  must  do.  Reorganize  our 
Governments— Imperial  and  Colonial — ■ 
filling  the  important  cabinet  places  with 
the  ablest  of  our  tried  executives,  regard- 
less of  politics.  For  the  present  and  future 
of  Canada,  we  must  now  have  the  biggest 
men  we  can  get  at  the  head  in  our  de- 
partments of  Agriculture,  Trade,  Labor 
and  Immigration  and,  in  conjunction  with 
these  and  the  other  Ministers,  the  country 
must  be  thoroughly  organized  on  the 
lines  now  being  worked  out  in  the  United 
States.  The  first  step  President  Wilson 
took,  was  to  organize  the  country  on  a 
business  basis.  He  called  in  the  big  lead- 
ers in  finance,  business,  labor,  agriculture, 
transportation.  To-day  hundreds  of  these 
men  are  giving  all  their  time,  free  of 
charge,  to  public  affairs.  With  some  few 
exceptions,  our  Imperial  affairs  are  in  the 
hands  of  the  idle  rich  and  professional 
politicians,  who  are  utterly  incompetent 
to  deal  with  the  big  problems.  Not  only 
that,  but  a  powerful  and  unfortunate  in- 
fluence has  been  exerted  by  a  little  group 
of  women  in  London.  Appalling  loss  of 
lives  and  money  is  directly  traceable  to 
this  state  of  affairs. 

T"  Canada  we  still  have  a  cabinet,  made 


u  p  of  most  charming,  high-principled 
politicians,  but  most  of  them  utterly  un- 
fitted for  the  positions  they  fll.  Their 
incompetence  has  been  a  drag  on  pro- 
gress. It  is  said  that  Sir  Robert  Borden 
lacks  initiative  and  energy;  but  no  great 
business  or  military  leader  can  do  things, 
when  he  is  compelled  to  leave  his  most 
important  work  in  the  hands  of  helpless 
incompetents.  Our  political  system  com- 
pels him  to  accept  as  his  heads  of  depart- 
ments some  men  who  are  simply  orators, 
wire  pullers,  petty  politicians.  They  fill 
business  jobs,  but  they  know  nothing  of 
practical  business.  The  Premier  is  not 
allowed  to  select  the  best  men  in  the  coun- 
try, as  is  the  President  of  the  United 
States. 

Sir  George  Foster  is  one  of  the  most 
delightful  speakers  on  the  Continent-^ 
and  long  may  he  live  to  represent  Toronto 
in  the  House — but  in  practical  business, 
he  is  a  child.  Yet  he  is  our  Minister  of 
Trade.  That  is,  he  has  to  promote  the 
sale  of  Canadian  products.  He  is  the 
Sales  Manager  of  Canada.  As  an  orator, 
working  for  a  Lecture  Bureau,  he  could 
be  a  brilliant  success  and  command 
$20,000  a  year.  As  a  salesman,  he  could 
not  develop  the  sales  of  a  corner  candy 
store  or  earn  $10  a  week  as  a  retail  sales- 
man. 

One  of  the  most  charming  men  in  Par- 
liament is  the  Minister  of  Agriculture. 
He  is  a  gentleman  farmer.  An  English 
college-bred  man,  and  a  most  delightful 
companion.  Increasing  our  farm  produc- 
tion is  more  important  than  increasing 
our  army  in  France — and  maintain  our 
army  we  must.  The  need  of  greater  pro- 
duction has  been  dinned  into  Mr.  Burrell's 
ears  for  nearly  three  years.  The  Prime 
Minister  has  impressed  him  with  the 
necessities  of  the  situation.  He  conscien- 
tiously tried  to  do  his  duty,  but  his  train- 
ing and  disposition  render  him  helpless 
in  a  great  emergency.  He  is  worse,  be- 
cause the  country  depended  upon  him, 
and  he  has  failed.  The  cry  was  for  wheat, 
and  more  wheat,  yet  the  1917  crop,  ac- 
cording to  figures  recently  published,  is 
1,446,750  acres  less,  than  in  1916.  We  are 
told  that  Mr.  Burrell  made  speeches  and 
issued  bulletins  to  the  farmers;  and  what 
more  could  a  Cabinet  Minister  do!     The 


Financial  Post  has  been  telling  him,  since 
the  Autumn  of  1914,  what  to  do,  and  how 
to  do  it.  Let  us  see  what  has  been  done 
by  capable  men  under  similar  circum- 
stances. When  Lloyd  George  came  into 
power  last.  December,  he  found  things  bad 
enough,  but  not  as  bad,  in  England/  as 
they  are  in  Canada.  Their  1917  crop  was 
250,000  acres  short.  Lloyd  George  had 
stronger  national  support,  than  we  are 
giving  Sir  Robert  Borden,  and  he  kicked 
out  the  Burrells  of  the  Imperial  Agricul- 
tural Department.  He  put  in  good  execu- 
tives. By  tremendous  efforts,  such  as 
ploughing  at  night,  they  succeeded  in 
making  up  the  loss,  and  getting  an  in- 
crease of  1,000,000  acres.  And  this  with 
a  shortage  of  labor.  But  the  new  Min- 
ister did  not  stop  there,  as  did  Mr.  Bur- 
rell, when,  under  the  Premier's  spur,  he 
increased  the  1915  acreage.  Mr.  Pro- 
thero  at  once  made  plans  for  the  1918 
crop,  which  will  provide  an  increase  of 
3,000,000  acres,  which  Lloyd-George  tells 
us  will  make  Britain  self-supporting. 
Duncan  Marshall,  Minister  of  Agricul- 
ture for  Alberta,  says  it  is  quite  possible, 
yet,  for  us  to  increase  the  Western  Can- 
ada wheat  by  5,000,000  acres  in  1918. 

Viewing  these  happenings  in  England 
from  a  purely  selfish  Canadian  stand- 
point, our  political  system  is  mighty  bad 
business  for  the  country.  Through  no 
fault  of  his,  a  quiet,  retiring,  little  gentle- 
man of  unblemished  character,  with  no 
business  experience  aptitude,  or  inclina- 
tion is  compelled  to  assume  the  'duties  of  a 
great  business  executive.  This  system  has 
produced  a  man  who  has  failed.  Our  sys- 
tem says,  a  Cabinet  Minister  must  be  one 
who  can  get  the  votes  from  his  district  for 
his  party,  or  he  must  belong  to  a  particu- 
lar church,  or  be  a  noisy  labor  agitator. 
We  do  not  produce  the  wheat.  We  subject 
our  armies  to  the  danger  of  starvation. 
We  compel  our  best  customer,  Britain,  to 
look  for  supplies  elsewhere.  She  does  fool 
things  in  the  Dardanelles,  to  bring  wheat 
from  our  greatest  competitor,  Russia.  We 
force  our  best  customer  to  produce  for 
herself,  and  in  future  she  will  not  need 
Canadian  wheat.  Our  system  thus  cuts 
off  one  of  the  most  important  sources  of 
our  national  development  and  wealth. 

Our  system  actually  discourages  good 
men.  N.  W.  Rowell  is  leader  of  the  On- 
tario Liberals.  He  is  a  lawyer  and  his 
advice  and  assistance  have  been  .sought 
by  the  big  corporations.  Corporations  do 
not  employ  any  but  the  best  brains  and 
ability.  "They  are  hunting  for  them  all 
the  time.  Therefore,  Mr.  Rowell  must 
be  "a  man  worth  while";  just  the  kind  of 
man  needed,  at  this  time,  in  public  life. 
Some  of  the  Liberals  thought  so  and  his 
name  was  suggested.  Instantly  the  cry, 
all  along  the  party  ranks,  "He  won't  do. 
He  has  worked  for  corporations.  He  will 
prejudice  the  party  among  the  voters." 
It  is  the  party,  the  system,  not  the  best 
interests  of  the  country  all  the  time. 

I  trust,  that,  in  this  hurriedly  written 
article,  I  have  been  able  to  make  clear 
that  everything  is  not  going  well;  that 
things  cannot  go  well,  until  we  reorganize 
our  National  Government.  Pin-headed 
demagogues  are  talking  of  conscripting 
wealth;  as  if  that  would  settle  our 
troubles.  Wealth  conscription,  for  this, 
and  for  the  next,  generation  is  here  now. 
It  is  unavoidable.  It  is  conscription  of 
brains — the  sane,  brainy  men  and  women 
of  the  country,  we  need,  and  must  have, 
if  we  would  win  this  war,  and  save 
something  from  the  debris. 


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Mam'selle  Butterfly 

Co)tti>iiied  from  page  20. 

read  the  names  on  society's  roll  of  honor. 
A  clock  in  the  hallway  chimed  eight. 
Which  is  an  unimportant  fact 
;.\cept  that  it  was  the  first  morniner  for 
eighteen  months  that  Winnifred  had 
leard  it. 

TpHREE  hours  later,  within  the  pre- 
J-  cincts  of  his  private  office,  Mr.  Rich- 
ardy  Hardy  reached  for  the  'phone  in  re- 
ponse  to  a  ring. 

"Yes?"  he  snapped.  "Tell  her  I'm 
very  busy.  .  .  .  What?  A  letter  from 
the  President?  That  is  different.  Send 
ler  in  at  once." 

'That  will  do  Miss  McAdam,"  he  said, 
replacing  the  receiver  on  .the  hook  and 
nodding  to  an  alert  spinster  who  sat 
opjwsite  his  desk,  note  book  and  pencil 
n  hand.  "Get  your  enclosures  for  Smith 
Bros,  from  Henderson  and  see  that  my 
figures  for  Wcstinghouse  are  checked  by 
Mr.   Burns  before  you  write  them." 

Miss  McAdam  placed  the  pencil  in  her 
severely  arranged  coiffure  and  closed  the 
note  book.  The  vision  of  her  white  shirt- 
waist and  black  skirt  had  been  gone  less 
than  half  a  minute  when  Miss  Winnifred 
Middleton  entered  upon  the  scene,  all 
blushes  and  demure  daintiness.  The  con- 
trast was  startling. 

"Have  a  chair,  Miss "     Mr.  Hardy 

rose  as  he  spoke. 

"Holborne,  Helen  Holborne,"  said  Win- 
nifred, taking  the  chair  but  a  minute  be- 
fore occupied  by  Miss  McAdam.  "Would 
you  read  this  letter,  please?"  She  handed 
him  her  father's  note. 

HE  TOOK  it  and  quickly  read  its  con- 
tents— not  so  quickly,  though,  that 
Winnifred  did  not  take  in  the  strong,  in- 
telligent face  and  the  dark  hair  that  actu- 
ally struggled  into  curls  in  a  couple  of 
places.  She  was  just  debating  whether 
or  not  she  would  pronounce  him  hand- 
some when  he  reached  for  a  rubber  stamp, 
pressed  it  on  the  letter  and  tossed  the 
epistle  into  a  basket. 

"The  hours  here  are  from  nine  to  five- 
thirty,"  he  said.  "An  hour  and  a  quarter 
off  for  lunch.     How  is  your  spelling?" 

"Nothing  to  write  home  about,"  she 
answered,  slangily  nervous. 

"Mr.  Middleton  says  you  can  do  short- 
hand   and   typewriting." 

"Y-es,  in  a  sort  of  a  way." 

"I  see.     No  previous  experience?" 

"N-no — that  is,  not  business  experi- 
ence," she  added  in  a  burst  of  candor.  A 
suggestion  of  a  smile  played  about  his 
lips,  then  left  as  quickly  as  it  had  come. 

"In  that  case  your  salary  will  be  small 
to  start,"  he  said.  "We  pay  here  what 
people  are  worth  and  would  rather  pay 
big  salaries  than  small  ones." 

Miss  Middleton  made  an  almost  imper- 
ceptible toss  of  her  head. 

'I  should  wor — oh,  please,  pay  me  a 
nice  salary,  won't  you?" 

He  frowned  slightly. 

"If  you  care  to  come  on  at  seven  dol- 
lars a  week  you  can  begin  at  once,"  he 
said.  She  clapped  her  hands  for  the 
second  time  that  day. 

"Oh.  goodee!"  she  cried,  "that  is  so  nice 
of  you." 

For  one  brief  moment  the  young  man 
whose  face  seemed  never  to  change  looked 
genuinely  puzzled.    Then  he  frowned. 

"It  is  against  our  policy  to  employ  un- 


An  exceptional   feature  in   this  subject  is   its  twelve-sided  palm  house. 


Let  Us  Design  a  Greenhouse 
Strictly  for  You 


Let  us  design  one  that  will  (it 
attractively  into  your  chosen  loca- 
tion and  meet  in  the  most  practi- 
cal way,  your  own  requirement.-^. 

Such  special  de.-^igns  need  not 
add  any  great  .extra  expense,  as  we 
can  often  arrange  them  so  as  to  use 
stock  .subjects,  grouj^ed  in  a  vary- 
ing combination. 

For  example,  the  large  houses 
on  either  .*ide  of  the  palm  hou.se 
above;  as  well  as  the  small  con- 
necting ones,  are  stock  subject.s. 
The  distinctive  combination,  how- 


ever, with  the  ])alm  house,  is  a 
special  arrangement. 

With  an  idea  of  saving  you 
needle.-^s  ex[)enditures,  we  always, 
where  possible,  suggest  this  way  of 
securing  a  special  design. 

It  gives  you  a  di.stinctivc  treat- 
ment at  a  nominal  price. 

Our  Greenhouse  Booklet  No. 
122  you  are  welcome  to.  At  your 
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LUX 

To  ^ive  SM^eater  coats  a 
new  lease  oi  life 

Now  that  sweater  coats  are  getting  more  expensive,  it 
is  more  than  ever  desirable  that  you  wash  yours  with 
LUX.  Of  all  things  a  sweater  coat,  which  is  seen 
so  much,  must  be  kept  soft,  fluffy,  fleecy  and  "new" 
in  appearance.  You  can  keep  yours  that  way  and 
wash  it  again  and  again  if  you  do  this: 

Pour  boiling  water  over  LUX  flakes — -pure  essence 
of  soap — allowing  3  or  4  tablespoonf uls  for  every  gallon 
of  water  you  use.  Whip  into  a  creamy  lather — a  few 
seconds  is  needed.  Then  put  in  the  garment  and  stir 
it  about.  Let  it  soak  until  cool  enough  for  your 
hands  to  squeeze  the  water  out  of  the  coat — the  dirt 
just  runs  away.  Rinse  in  two  or  three  relays  of 
tepid  water,  and  hang  to  dry. 

Very  simple.     Anyone  can  do  it — just  a  few  minutes' 
work  and  you  get  a  result  that  the  most  expert 
French  cleaner  might  well  envy. 

LUX  won't  shrink  woollens.      Won't  hurt  any 
fabric  or  color  that  pure  yater  can  safely  touch. 

At  all  grocers  British  made 

Lever  Brothers  Limited 
Toronto 


If 


It 


Yes!  This  is  Right 

I  can  always  tell 

FEARMAN'S  STAR  BRAND 

BREAKFAST     BACON 

by  the  package.  It  is  so  appetizing  that  I  always  like 
to  have  a  good  supply  of  it.  We  all  enjoy  it  so  much 
for  breakfast.  FEARMAN'S  is  sugar  cured  under  the 
most  favorable  conditions.  It  is  selected  from  the 
best  stock,  and  cured  by  experts.  Its  delicious,  satis- 
fying flavor  adds  zest  to  the  morning  meal. 

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trained  stenographers,"  he  said,  reaching 
for  the  'phone.  "However,  Mr.  Middle- 
ton  wishes  it  in  your  case.  .  .  Hello. 
Send  Miss  McAdam  here  right  away, 
please."  He  put  the  'phone  aside  and, 
reaching  for  a  file  of  papers,  intently 
studied  their  contents.  The  silence  was 
becoming  oppressive  when  the  sharp-eyed 
spinster  entered  the  office. 

"Miss  McAdam,"  said  Hardy,  looking 
up,  "this  is  Miss  Holborne."  Winnifred 
smiled  with  frank  friendliness  and  Miss 
McAdam  who,  beneath  a  colorless,  angu- 
lar exterior  possessed  a  pleasant  enough 
nature,  nodded  approvingly,  being  com- 
pletely and  instantaneously  thawed  by  the 
witchery  of  the  two  violet  eyes. 

Mr.  Hardy  sucked  at  a  pencil. 

"Take  charge  of  Miss  Holborne,"  he 
said,  "and  show  her  what  is  expected. 
She  is  to  be  used  as  an  inexperienced 
stenographer.  Let  me  know  from  time  to 
time  how  she  gets  on." 

"But  won't  I  see  you  any  more?"  Win- 
nifred's  eyes  opened  to  their  widest. 
When  a  man  looked  into  the  full  depth  of 
Winnifred's  eyes,  he  was  playing  fast 
and  loose  with  his  peace  of  mind. 

"That  will  do  for  this  morning,"  he  said 
grimly,  but  not  discourteously  and  turned 
his  attention  once  more  to  his  papers. 
Winnifred  rose  and  stood  beside  hira. 

"That  will  do  for  this  morning,"  said 
Hardy  for  the  second  time,  a  faint  blush 
mantling  his  cheeks.  Relunctantly,  Win- 
nifred turned  and  slowly  left  the  office. 
Miss  McAdam  was  about  to  follow  when 
Hardy  stopped  her. 

"For  Heaven's  sake!"  he  said  earnestly. 
"Tell  her — teach  her — that  is — show  her." 
He  paused,  utterly  beaten. 

"I  know,"  said  Miss  McAdam  know- 
ingly. "But,  goodness  gracious,  Mr. 
Hardy,  isn't  she  the  sweetest  little  thing 
you  ever  laid  eyes  on?  She  won't  be  here 
long,  I  tell  you  that." 

"So  much  the  better,"  said  Hardy.  And 
for  the  first  time  the  General  Manager 
and  Miss  McAdam  had  discussed  some- 
thing which  had  absolutely  nothing  to  do 
with  leather. 

FROM  the  head  of  the  social  column  to 
the  foot  of  a  pay  roll  is  rather  a  start- 
ling transformation.  Nevertheless,  Miss 
Winnifred  Middleton  made  it  and  sur- 
vived. From  the  inane  routine  of  the 
younger  smart  set  she  was  planted  in  the 
midst  of  a  grim,  unimaginative  leather 
goods  office.  She  felt  somewhat  like  the 
man  from  Mars  who  came  to  Earth. 

According  to  the  laws  of  the  best  sellers 
she  should  at  once  have  changed  and  by 
swift  leaps  and  bounds  mounted  to  the 
top  of  the  commercial  ladder  and  there 
ruled  as  Czarina  of  all  the  leathers.  She 
did  nothing  of  the  sort,  however.  She 
came  to  the  office,  incompetent  and  she 
remained,  for  a  long  while,  incompetent. 
Her  spelling  became  no  worse  for  the 
very  good  reason  that  it  was  as  bad  as  it 
could  be  when  she  started.  Her  writing 
was  huge  and  unwieldy — her  typewriting 
would  have  been  better  if  the  fraction 
"1/4"  had  not  been  next  to  the  letter  "p." 
The  office  boy  once  rescued  an  envelope 
addressed  to 

Mr.  %eter  Simpson, 
Peterborough,  Ont. 

Nevertheles  she  remained  absolutely 
confident  in  her  sex  charm  and  she 
dressed  for  the  office  staff  as  though  their 
daily  grind  were  a  daily  reception.  The 
fact  that  she  was  almost  useless  and  that 


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her  work  necessitated  such  corrections 
from  her  fellow  stenographers  that  it 
would  have  been  less  labor  for  them  to 
have  done  the  work  from  the  beginning, 
did  not  discompose  her  in  the  least.  She 
realized  that  the  freckled  office  boy  knew 
more  than  she  did;  she  must  have  known 
that  her  position  was  kept  for  her  only 
by  the  patience  of  the  other  women  who 
hid  her  deficiencies  from  Mr.  Hardy,  but 
it  did  not  stir  in  her  the  least  desire  for 
efficiency.  Many  a  time,  without  so  much 
as  a  "good  night,"  she  left  Miss  McAdam 
seated  at  the  typewriter,  re-writing,  with 
tired  wrinkled  fingers,  the  few  letters  en- 
trusted to  Miss  Helen  Holborne. 

Yet — selfish,  incompetent  and  unambiti- 
ous as  she  was — Winnifred  Middleton  was 
but  a  fair  example  of  the  system  that 
takes  a  girl  from  school  at  sixteen  and 
turns  her  loose  in  society  until  she  is 
twenty-three  or  five  when  she  marries — 
most  of  her  vivacity  gone,  her  early  learn- 
ing forgotten,  her  talents  undeveloped — 
sans  wit,  sans  chariii,  sans  everything. 

The  problem  of  the  poor  must  always  be 
first,  because  the  poor  are  the  more  im- 
portant, but,  second  only  to  them  in  im- 
portance are  the  rich,  the  impossible  nou- 
veau  riche.  Some  day  our  educational 
philanthropists  must  master  their  natural 
repugnance  and  invade  the  music  rooms 
where  music  is  never  heard  and  gorgeous 
libraries  where  books  are  never  opened 
and  give  the  children  of  the  idle  rich  an 
equal  chance  with  the  children  of  the 
slums. 

THREE  months  passed  and  it  must  be 
confessed  that  Miss  Helen  Holborne's 
work  improved  slightly.  She  became  ab- 
solutely accurate  in  separating  "  %  "  from 
the  letter  "p,"  and  was  firmly  entrencehd 
in  the  knowledge  that  leather  was  not 
spelled  "lether."  Whilst  her  salary  had 
remained  at  %1  a  week  she  had  received  a 
small  promotion  inasmuch  as  Mr.  Hardy 
dictated  to  her  for  an  hour  every  day — 
explaining  that  Mr.  Middleton  had  re- 
quested him  to  keep  her  in  sight — dic- 
tated very  slowly  and  very  distinctly.  She 
managed  to  get  it  down  in  her  book  by  a 
weird  combination  of  shorthand,  long- 
hand and  mysterious  signs  of  her  own 
that  seemed  to  bridge  in  a  bound  the  gulf 
between  Isaac  Pitman  and  the  stone  age. 
During  these  interviews  Mr.  Hardy  was 
courteously  impersonal  and,  although  she 
had  never  known  her  low-cut,  lace-trim- 
med blue  blouse,  with  the  daintiest  of 
lockets  against  the  loveliest  of  throats,  to 
cause  so  little  havoc,  he  remained  as  im- 
pervious to  blue  as  to  mauve,  and  was  as 
indiflfcrent  to  the  lustre  of  her  eyes  as  he 
was  to  the  shining  surface  of  his  mahog- 
any desk.  With  the  aid  of  Miss  McAdam 
the  letters  were  written — Winnifred  re- 
ceiving the  assistance  as  her  natural 
rights,  Miss  McAdam  yielding  to  her 
beauty  all  the  homage  and  admiration 
that  homeliness  always  pays  to  perfec- 
tion. She  never  spoke  of  the  office  to  her 
father  and  he  never  questioned  her  on  the 
subject. 

TO  her,  as  to  all  his  employees.  Hardy 
remained  a  Sphinx.  In  vain  did 
Vv  innifred  use  every  artifice  of  voice  and 
gesture  to  melt  his  immobile  nature.  The 
Sphinx  retained  his  secret,  and,  in  exact 
proportion  to  his  inaccessibility,  her  ad- 
miration for  him  and  her  desire  to  con- 
quer him,  increased.  He  had  an  imper- 
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of  Hubert  Melton,  but,  though  she  favored 
him  with  glances  that  would  have  un- 
nerved an  iceberg,  he  either  sought  refuge 
in  a  file  of  papers  or  thrust  the  subject  of 
leather  between  them  as  a  first  line  of 
defence. 

Once,  she  thought,  his  armor  had  been 
pierced.  Following  a  very  late  party  at 
the  Golf  Club  she  had  pleaded  indisposi- 
tion and  remained  in  bed  the  next  day. 
When  she  returned  to  the  office  the  suc- 
ceeding morning.  Miss  McAdam  took  her 
to  one  side  with  almost  incoherent  ex- 
uberance. 

"What  do  you  think,  dearie?"  she  said. 
"Mr.  Hardy  asked  for  you  three  times 
yesterday.  It's  my  opinion  he's  got  a 
crush  on  you.     Three  times  in  one  day!" 

"Nonsense,"  laughed  the  fair  Miss  Hol- 
borne — but  her  laugh  only  went  up  to  G 
and  then  rippled  down  again.  She  was 
thinking  too  seriously  to  achieve  a  really 
coloratura  effect. 

A  moment  later  Mr.  Hardy  sent  for 
her,  and  she  went  to  him  with  the  gentle 
demure  air  of  a  martyred  fairy — it  was  a 
triumph  of  stage  effects. 

Mr.  Hardy  looked  up. 

"Good  morning,"  he  said,  "you  sent  the 
wrong  enclosures  to  Robinson  of  Hamil- 
ton last  Tuesday.  You  must  try  and  avoid 
these  mistakes.  Just  take  a  short  note  of 
explanation  to  them." 

She  bit  her  lip  and,  suppressing  a  de- 
sire to  hurl  the  notebook  at  his  head,  she 
took  the  short  note  of  explanation — such 
is  the  spell  of  discipline.  Forty  minutes 
later  she  rose  and  started  for  the  door. 

"Are  you  quite  well  again,  Miss  Hol- 
borne?" 

Her  heart  thumped  painfully  but  she 
turned  defiantly  on  him. 

"Quite  well,  I  thank  you,  Mr.  Hardy," 
she  answered.  "And  it  was  so  good  of 
you  to  inquire  three  times  yesterday  after 
me." 

He  scratched  his  head  and  a  whimsical 
look  came  over  his  countenance. 

"Ye-es,"  he  said.  "You  see  .  .  we're 
expecting  a  busy  month.  I  want  all  hands 
on  deck." 

With  her  head  erect  she  left  the  office 
and  he  subsided  in  his  chair.  "I  wonder," 
he  muttered.  But  at  that  particular  mo- 
ment his  'phone  rang  and  he  became  ab- 
sorbed in  the  great  passion  of  his  life — 
leather. 

ONE  evening  in  the  early  spring  Hardy 
had  left  the  office  at  six  o'clock.  As 
he  passed  through  the  general  offices  he 
noticed  that  Miss  Helen  Holborne  was 
working  at  a  typewriter  (it  was  the 
fourth  attempt  to  write  one  of  his  letters 
— Miss  McAdam  having  gone  home  with 
an  attack  of  nerves).  A  couple  of  clerks 
were  carrying  huge  ledgers  into  the  vault 
and,  with  the  exception  of  these  and  his 
secretary,  Mr.  Burns,  who  was  writing  at 
his  desk,  the  office  was  deserted.  The 
elevator  man  had  gone  and  Hardy  walked 
down  the  two  flights  of  stairs  and  into  the 
street. 

He  had  gone  about  three  blocks  when  a 
puff  of  wind  caught  him  in  the  face,  leav- 
ing his  cheek  moist.  He  paused  and  looked 
at  the  darkening  sky  that,  of  a  sudden, 
left  the  street  as  dark  as  night.  He  stood 
irresolute  for  a  moment  while  the  traffic 
eddied  about  him.  Then,  feeling  some 
fresh  drops  of  rain  on  his  face,  he  re- 
traced his  steps  to  get  his  rain  coat. 

As  he  entered  the  building  the  sound  of 
a  smothered  scream  came  from  the  offices 

above.      He  hearrl   t.Vlp   Sllnnrpc«ar1   vnina  n* 


his  secretary.  Burns,  and  the  struggling 
voice  of  a  woman — then  another  muffled 
scream.  With  an  oath  Hardy  raced  up 
the  stairs  three  steps  at  a  time.  For  a 
second  he  paused  on  the  landing,  then 
burst  through  the  door  into  the  general 
offices.  Miss  Holborne  was  struggling 
furiously  in  the  arms  of  his  secretary. 

At  Hardy's  entrance  the  young  man 
released  her   hurriedly. 

"What  does  this  mean?"  said  Hardy, 
fiercely. 

Burns  shrugged  his  shoulders.  "I've 
merely  broken  the  eleventh  command- 
ment," he  said,  impudently.  "I've  been 
found  out." 

Hardy  made  an  angry  gesture.  "You 
mean  that  I  must  have  detectives  to  watch 
my  staff?  That  I  dare  not  leave  a  woman 
here  alone?  What  is  the  matter,  Burns, 
have  you  lost  your  manhood  all  of  a 
sudden?" 

The  younger  man  adjusted  his  collar. 
"I  couldn't  help  it,"  he  said. 
"What  do  you  mean?" 
The  secretary  thrust  his  hands  in  his 
pockets.  "Believe  me  or  not — but  I  didn't 
plan  this.  I  didn't  even  know  the  girl 
was  here  until  she  came  over  to  my  desk 
to  ask  about  an  address  and  she  laid  her 
hand  on  my  arm  and  fumbled  with  my 
coat  lapels  and — and  let  her  hair  brush 
against  my  face.     Oh,  hell!     Ask  her." 

Hardy  ran  his  fingers  through  his  hair 

and  a  far-away  look  crept  into  his  eyes. 

"Burns,"  he  said,  slowly.     "You  were 

alone  with  her  ten  minutes  and  couldn't 

keep  your  self-control.  What  ah  out  me  who 

am  alone  with  her  for  hours  at  a  tim.e?" 

He  paused  as  though  aghast  at  his  own 

admission.     The  girl  looked  up  quickly, 

then  lowered  her  eyes  and  a  dull,  dark  red 

flush  crept  into  her  cheeks  and  remained 

there.     Burns  shook  himself  together. 

"I  suppose  I'm  fired,"  he  said,  sullenly. 

Hardy  stepped  back.     "You  may  go," 

he   said.     "I   think   you've   learned   your 

lesson.'  And  because  I  don't  think  it  was 

entirely  your  fault  you  may  return  in  the 

morning  if  you  wish.     As  far  as   I   am 

concerned  the  incident  is  closed." 

Without  a  word  Burns  reached  for  his 
hat  and  left  the  office.  There  was  a 
strange,  awesome  stillness  about  the 
empty  chairs  and  neglected  desks.  The 
office  clock  ticked  wearily  on  and  the 
rain  poured  pasi  the  windows  in  great 
drenching  torrents.  Winnifred  slowly 
raised  her  eyes  until  they  rested  on 
Hardy's  face.  Hardy  met  her  gaze  with 
a  steady,  impersonal  look  that  defied  an- 
alysis.   She  slowly  came  towards  him. 

"Mr.  Hardy,"  she  said  softly,  "you  be- 
lieve  "     She  could  not  finish,  but  her 

hand  rested  timidly  on  his  arm  while  her 
tear-dimmed  eyes  pleaded  with  his. 

"It  is  raining  hard."  His  voice  sounded 
strangely  monotonous  in  the  empty  still- 
ness of  the  office.  "I  shall  go  down  stairs 
and  get  a  taxi  for  you."  Her  fingers  on 
his  arm  tightened. 

He  slowly  drew  his  arm  away.  "I  wish 
you  would  get  out  of  the  habit  of  pawing 
every  man  you  talk  to,"  he  said. 

THAT  night,  in  the  solemn  darkness 
of  her  boudoir,  Winnifred  Middleton 
with  tears  that  fell  upon  her  pillow,  took 
stock  of  herself  and,  like  the  little  thor- 
oughbred that  she  really  was,  did  not 
spare  herself  when  arraigned  before  the 
bar  of  conscience.  She  admitted  that 
she  had  done  everything  in  her  power  to 
gain   the    admiration   of   Hardy.     Why? 


come  instinctive  in  her  to  sway  every  man 
she  met  with  the  power  of  her  beauty. 
She  scarcely  knew  which  hurt  the  more — 
the  memory  of  Burn's  impulsiveness  or 
Hardy's  coldness.  The  fact  became 
slowly  impressed  upon  her  mind  that  both 
men  had  placed  the  same  valuation  on  her,, 
only  one  was  a  gentleman. 

The  first  grey  light  of  dawn  found  her 
pale  and  weeping.  The  little  Butterfly's 
wings  had  drooped. 

She  rose  early  in  the  morning  to  find 
a  night  lettergram  from  her  father  stat- 
ing that  he  was  leaving  for  England  that 
day  from  New  York  on  some  business  of 
the  utmost  importance.  She  wrote  a  short 
note  of  resignation  to  Mr.  Hardy  and  sent 
some  flowers  to  Miss  McAdam.  And, 
having  thus  shuffled  off  the  coil  of  Miss 
Helen  Holborne,  she  turned  her  full  atten- 
tion to  the  further  and  immediate  de- 
velopment of  Miss  Winnifred  Middleton. 
She  left  the  house  that  morning,  a  deter- 
mined little  figure  encased  in  a  handsome 
waterproof — the  rain  was  still  falling — 
and  hurried  through  the  city  streets.  Her 
steps  took  her  down  a  quiet,  old  fashioned 
avenue,  near  the  end  of  which  she  paused 
at  a  house  that  bore  the  sign: 
"Maestro  Carlotti," 
Music. 

He  was  her  old  music  master  who  had 
once  striven  to  teach  her  something  of  his 
art  and  who  had  sent  her  home  with  the 
statement  that  he  might  as  well  try  to 
fill  a  soap-bubble  with  wine. 

She  stood  before  him  now  in  his  studio 
— a  touching,  pathetic,  little  figure.  The 
old  man  looked  at  her  with  a  querulous 
kindliness. 

"You  have  come  back,  yes,"  he  said  with 
an  odd  accent.  "For  more  lessons  in 
moosic--yes?  Ah,  my  dear  leetle  girl, 
moosic  is  not  for  every  one."  He  slowly 
shook  his  head  and  gently  pushed  back  the 
long,  white  hair  from  his  massive  brow. 

"Please,  dear  old  Maestro."  She  took 
his  hand  in  both  hers.  "I  have  come  back 
to  you — the  kindest  and  sweetest  teacher 
I  have  had.  I  have  come  back  not  only 
for  music,  but — please  Maestro — please 
make  me  a  lady."  And  against  the  old 
man's  breast  the  little  butterfly  poured  ] 
out  her  tearful  story  while  the  Maestro 
stroked  her  hair  and  murmured  gentle 
encouragements  in  a  quaint  mixture  of 
English  and  Italian. 

SOME  months  later  Mr.  Richard  Hardy 
gazed  at  a  note  from  Mr.  E.  Spencer 
Middleton,  who  had  just  returned  from 
Europe: 

"My  dear  Hardy, — I  am  giving  a  din- 
ner  party  on   Wednesday  night  for   my 
daughter.     I  want  you  to  come. 
Cordially  yours, 
E.  Spencer  Middleton." 

"If  there  is  anything  I  dislike  more 
than  another,"  muttered  Hardy,  "it's 
going  out  to  dinner."  Nevertheless  he 
went. 

Mr.  Middleton  rose  from  his  chair  to 
meet  him  when  Hardy  entered.  "Good 
evening.  Hardy,"  he  said.  "Glad  you 
came.  By  the  by,  you  know  my  daughter, 
don't  you?  Just  twenty  to-day."  Hardy 
turned  and  saw  a  girl  approaching, 
dressed  in  a  superb  gown  that,  with  its 
train  and  adornment  of  jewels,  made  her 
look  like  the  queen  of  some  fairy  kingdom. 

"Congratulations,"  he  said,  taking  the 
hand  she  had  proffered. 


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Continued  from  page  70. 

"I  am  so  glad  to  meet  Mr.  Hardy,  of 
whom  I  have  heard  so  much,"  she  answer- 
ed.    Hardy  glanced  up  quickly. 

"Great  Sc !"  he  ejaculated. 

"Excuse  me,"  said  his  hostess,  "  I  must 
speak  to  my  old  Maestro." 

Hardy  watched  her  go  with  a  dazed 
expression  on  his  face. 

"I  suppose  I'm  wrong,"  he  said  vacant- 
ly, "but  I  could  have  sworn " 

"ITever  swear."  Mr.  Middleton  emitted 
a  distinct  chuckle.  "Come  in  and  have  a 
cocktail." 

A  T  DINNER  Hardy  was  dimly  con- 
-^*-  scious  that  soup  and  entrees  had 
been  set  before  him  and  duly  taken  away. 
He  had  a  dim  remembrance  of  indignation 
when  the  servant  removed  some  frog  legs 
untouched.  He  was  also  vaguely  aware 
that  he  had  asked  and  answered  several 
questions  of  his  nearest  neighbor,  but  his 
finite  conscious  mind  was  centered  upon 
one  face,  one  personality — the  queen  of 
beauty  at  the  head  of  the  table.  He  heard 
her  lovely  voice  that  seemed  more  cul- 
tured and  soft  than  the  voice  he  thought 
he  remembered.  He  glanced  at  his  host, 
to  find  that  worthy  capitalist  as  fascin- 
ated as  he  was.  The  older  man  was  living 
his  past  memories  over  again  as  he 
watched  with  proud  eyes  the  little  crea- 
ture that  held  the  threads  of  the  past  and 
present  in  the  witchery  of  her  beauty. 
Only  once  towards  the  end  of  the  meal  she 
turned  her  face  directly  towards  Hardy. 

"Mr.  Hardy,"  she  said,  "do  you  agree 
with  Mr.  Walford  here  who  says  that  one 
uses  the  word  'charming'  about  a  woman 
when  he  can't  say  anything  else  about — " 

To  the  astonishment  of  the  entire  party 
Mr.  Hardy  rose  to  his  feet  and  smote  the 
table  such  a  blow  with  his  fist  that  the 
dishes  danced  and  clattered. 

"Great  Scott,"  he  cried.    "It  is  she!" 

Whereupon  Mr.  Middleton  burst  into  a 
laugh  at  the  very  moment  that  he  was 
about  to  drink  a  glas  of  port — all  of  which 
caused  Hubert  Melton,  who  had  been  lost 
all  evening  between  two  dowagers,  to  re- 
mark afterwards  that  "the  Middleton's 
dinner  party  was  a  most  deucedly  vulgar 
thing — rotten  form,  in  fact." 

After  dinner  Winnifred  sat  down  at  the 
piano  and,  after  glacing  timorously  at 
Maestro  Carlotti,  who  beamed  encourage- 
ment with  his  whole  symphonic  counten- 
ance, she  played  and  sang  a  little  song  of 
Schubert  that  sent  the  blood  tingling 
through  all  the  bachelor  arteries  of  Rich- 
ard Hardy,  woman-hater. 

"Goot!"  cried  the  old  music  master. 
"Vara  goot!" 

"Not  bad,"  said  Mr.  E.  Spencer  Mid- 
dleton. 

"Not  bad?"  Hardy  turned  upon  him 
impatiently.  "Not  bad?  Man  alive,  it's 
heavenly!" 

'TpHREE  hours  later  Hardy  was  mak- 
-l  ing  his  adieu — he  had  managed  to 
outstay  all  the  other  guests.  Winnifred 
had  wandered  out  upon  the  verandah  with 
him  and  the  moon  had  looked  down  for  a 
moment  on  them  and  then  glided  behind 
a  cloud  to  have  its  smile  to  itself. 

"This  has  been  a  wonderful  evening," 
he  said,  softly,  although  his  voice  trembled 
slightly.  "I  feel  as  if  life— that  is,  I've 
never  enjoyed.  .  .  .  No,  that  isn't 
the  word." 

"Do  you  want  me  to  take  this  down  in 
shorthand?" 

Hardy  did  not  reply  directly.     "When 


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may  I  come  again?"  he  asked,  finally. 

She  placed  her  hand  on  his.  "Come 
when  you  wish"  she  said. 

"To-morrow  night?"  He  literally  hung 
on  her  answer. 

"To-morrow  night,"  she  assented  so 
softly  that  her  words  could  scarcely  be 
heard.  With  sudden  impulsiveness  he 
stooped  and  kissed  her  fingers,  then 
strode  away  into  the  darkness. 


Twilight  Loans  His 


Eyes 


Continued  from  page  32. 

spoke  to  him  in  Ojibway  for  a  few  min- 
utes and  at  last  the  old  man  went  down 
to  the  river  and  set  his  canoe  into  the 
water.  Twilight  took  the  bow  and  they 
started  down  stream.  Ten  minutes  of 
paddling  and  they  dashed  into  a  lake. 
In  half  an  hour  they  were  passing 
through  the  narrows  Twilight  had 
crossed  on  his  raft  and  half  an  hour 
later  they  drew  up  at  the  beach  beside 
the   other   canoes. 

"Where  have  you  been,  Jack?"  de- 
manded Lochrie  with  no  attempt  to  hide 
his  irritation.  "We've  been  waiting  three 
hours  for  you  so  we  could  start  back." 

TWILIGHT  did  not  speak  and  Lochrie, 
his  vexation  short-lived  in  the  face  of 
a  very  evident  though  repressed  excite- 
ment, whispered  in  the  trapper's  ear: 

"I've  got  him!  I've  found  Camsell's 
bones  in  the  ashes!" 

Twilight  looked  at  the  policeman  with 
frank  unbelief. 

"But  I  did!"  protested  Lochrie.  "They 
were  in  the  corner  where  Leckie  says 
the  bunk  was.  And  it's  a  clear  case  of 
murder.  Jack.  No  accidental  death  here. 
The  skull  is  split  open  with  an  ax." 

"Skull  split  open!"  repeated  Twilight 
in  amazement. 

He  turned  quickly  and  looked  at  the 
old  Indian  who  had  come  with  him.  He 
was  about  to  speak,  but  turned  slowly 
back  to  Lochrie. 

"You  told  Leckie  that  yet?"  he  asked. 

"No.  I've  waited  for  you.  Before  I 
started  digging  I  had  Dave  take  him 
down  the  shore  there.  Neither  one  of 
them  knows.    Come  on  and  I'll  show  you." 

He  led  the  way  to  the  spot  where  the 
cabin  had  stood  and  pointed  in  triumph 
to  the  bare  ground  in  front  of  what  had 
been  the  door. 

Laid  out  as  nearly  like  the  human  form 
as  the  pieces  would  permit,  a  cleft  skull 
at  the  top,  were  twenty  or  thirty  bones 
and  pieces  of  bones,  blackened,  half 
burned,  but  unmistakably  human. 

Twilight  looked  at  them  a  moment  and 
then  asked: 

"What  are  you  going  to  do  now?" 

"Bring  Leckie  up  here.  He  doesn't 
know,  and  if  that  won't  break  him  down 
I  don't  know  what  will.  And  he'll  get 
what  he  deserves,  the  limit." 

Lochrie  turned  and  called  to  Hogan, 
Who  had  been  sitting  on  a  windfall  with 
the  prisoner,  and  in  a  few  moments  the 
two  hurried  up. 

T     ECKIE  hung  back,  but  when  Hogan 

*-'    saw  the    blackened    evidence    of    a 

tragedy  he  stopped  short  and  the  young 

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•    Continued  from  page  73. 
man  walked  past  him  and  almost  stepped 
upon  the  skeleton. 

For  a  moment  he  only  stared.  Then 
he  looked  quickly,  perplexedly,  almost 
pleadingly,  at  Lochrie  and  Twilight. 
Panic  quickly  followed  and  he  rushed  to 
the  trapper,  the  only  man  who  had 
spoken  kindly  to  him  in  four  days. 

"Honest,  Jack,  I  never  knew  he  was  in 
the  cabin!"  he  cried  in  a  frenzy.  "I 
hunted  for  him  until  the  heat  drove  me 
out.     I  was  sure  he  wasn't  in  there." 

"That  will  do  to  tell,"  broke  in  Lochrie 
harshly.  "Only  this  man  was  killed  be- 
fore he  was  burned.  Look  at  that  skull, 
Leckie,  where  you  split  it  open  with  an 
ax  when  he  lay  there  asleep.  You'll  hang 
for  this.     We've  got  you  now." 

"But  I  didn't!  I  never  saw  Ben  after 
I  went  to  sleep  and  he  sat  there  by  the 
table  smoking.  He  wasnJit  in  the  cabin 
when  it  burned." 

"Look  here!"  exclaimed  Lochrie  an- 
grily. "Don't  tell  us  that  again.  There's 
what's  left  of  Camsell.  His  head  was 
split  open  with  an  ax  and  his  body  was 
burned.  You  two  were  here  alone,  shut 
in  by  the  ice  going  out.  You  burned  the 
cabin  down  to  cover  it  up  so  you  could 
get  away  with  that  box  you  had  hid  on 
the  hilL" 

Leckie  whirled  as  if  he  had  been  struck 
and  looked  at  the  policeman.  For  the 
first  time  a  real  fear  showed  in  his  eyes 
and  he  stared  dumbly.  He  began  to 
tremble,  his  jaw  sagged,  his  entire  body 
seemed  to  shrink. 

"That  got  you!"  sneered  the  policeman. 
"We  know  the  whole  thing,  Leckie.  I 
don't  care  whether  you  fess  up  now  or 
not.  I've  got  all  I  need  to  hang  you,  and 
hang  you  will." 

ipOR  a  full  minute  Leckie  did  not 
-■-  speak.  His  eyes  wandered  from  the 
policeman  to  Twilight  and  back  again. 
At  last,  after  several  efforts  in  which 
his  lips  moved  but  no  sound  come,  he 
rushed  to  the  trapper. 

"Don't  let  him  fasten  this  on  me, 
Jack!"  he  cried  hysterically.  "I  never 
killed  Ben.  I  never  saw  him  after  I  went 
to  sleep.  I  didn't  know  he  was  in  the 
cabin." 

"I  know  he  wasn't,  lad,"  answered  Twi- 
light. "Only,  if  I  prove  he  wasn't  there, 
will  you  answer  my  questions?" 

"What's  this?"  demanded  Lochrie  ang- 
rily. 

"Come  on  to  the  short,  where  we  can  sit 
down  and  talk  it  over,"  was  the  quiet 
response.  "There's  a  lot  of  things  to  be 
straightened  out,  Wallie,  so  keep  your 
shirt  on  till  we  get  through.' 

"Look  here.  Jack,"  said  Lochrie  as  he 
stepped  in  front  of  the  trapper,  and  his 
tone  was  as  quiet  as  the  other's.  "I'm  not 
going  to  stand  for  any  funny  business. 
I've  got  the  goods  on  this  fellow  and  you 
keep  your  hands  off." 

"You  asked  me  to  come  along  and  use 
my  eyes,  and  I've  done  it,  and  I've  found 
out  a  thing  or  two  and  now  I'm  going  to 
tell  them.  If  you  didn't  want  me  in  this 
you  oughtn't  have  asked  me.  But  now 
I'm  in  I'm  going  to  stay." 

'T*  WILIGHT  turned  and  went  down  to 
^  the  lake,  where  the  old  Indian  still 
sat  beside  his  canoe.  Lochrie,  still  mut- 
tering, followed  with  the  others,  Leckie 
close  at  the  trapper's  heels. 

When  they  reached  the  shore  Lochrie 
had  regained  his  control  and,  walking  up 
determinedly,  he  grasped  Leckie's  arm. 


"Come  on,  young  fellow,"  he  command- 
ed. "You  get  back  to  town  with  me. 
I've  got  this  case  where  I  want  it." 

Twilight  stepped  in  front  of  the  police- 
man and  laid  a  hand  on  his  shoulder. 

"Sit  down  on  that  windfall,  Wallie," 
he  said  gently.  "I'm  doing  this  as  much 
for  you  as  for  any  one." 

He  looked  steadily  into  the  other's 
eyes  until  Lochrie  reluctantly  obeyed. 
Twilight  motioned  to  Hogan  and  Leckie 
and  they  also  sat  down. 

"Now,  Dave,"  began  the  trapper,  "did 
that  letter  from  Camsell  ever  come,  that 
one  he  was  so  anxious  for?" 

"Now  that  I  think  of  it,  it  didn't!"  ex- 
claimed Hogan  in  sudden  wonder.  "He 
never  got  a  letter,  or  even  a  paper,  since 
he  came  here." 

Twilight  spoke  in  Ojibway  and  the  old 
Indian  joined  them. 

"Nee-sho-tah,"  asked  the  trapper  in 
the  old  man's  language,  "who  did  you  sell 
your  fur  to  last  winter?" 

The  Indian  nodded  his  head  toward  the 
spot  where  the   cabin  had   stood. 

"All  of  it?"  I 

"Kay-get."  ! 

"Wallie,  you  and  Dave  understand  i 
Ojibway  a  little.  Now,  Nee-sho-tah,  tell  j 
all  you  sold  to  Camsell  and  Leckie."         j 

Slowly  the  Indian  repeated  the  list —  I 
so  many  fisher,  so  many  lynx,  so  many 
minx,  so  many  weasel,  so  many  fox.     As 
he  began   Twilight  motioned  to   Lochrie 
to   make   a    note   of   the   items,   and   the  ' 
policeman  did  so.   Before  Nee-sho-tah  had  | 
finished,  Dave  Hogan,  who  had  been  star- 
ing with  increasing  wonder,  pulled  out  j 
the  list  he  had  made  for  Twilight. 

"Now  read  yours,"  commanded  the  i 
trapper.  j 

They      coincided      exactly.        Lochrie,  [ 
clearly  perplexed,  was  about  to  speak,  but 
Twilight,    using    the    Indian's    langauge, 
asked  him  how  much  he  had  received  for  , 
his  fur. 

Again   the   old    man    drew   upon    that 
memory  that  is  so  faithful  to  detail  and 
so  characteristic  of  his  people.     When  he  j 
had  finished  Twilight  loked  at  Hogan  in-  ; 
quiringly. 

"It  runs  a  little  higher  than  I  paid 
them  for  it,"  offered  the  storekeeper. 

j 
A   GAIN   Lochrie  was  about  to  speak,  ! 
-^*-    but  Twilight  was  already  talking. 

"I  followed  that  track  I  showed  you,  ; 
Wallie,  straight  through  the  bush  to  the 
narrows   over   east   of   here.         There   I  i 
found  where  some  one  had  made  a  raft 
out  of  a  couple  of  dead  cedars,  chopping  ! 
off  dry  cedar  for  cross  pieces.    You  could 
see  they  were  fresh  cut. 

"Now,  here's  what  we  know.     Camsell 
never  had  any  letter  coming.     That  was 
a  blind.      He   set  fire   to   the   cabin   and 
went  through  the  bush  where  I  followed  i 
and  crossed  the  narrows  on  a  raft.     He 
took  nails  along  to  build  rafts  if  he  had 
to  because  I  found  a  cross  piece  on  the  | 
other  side  of  the  narrows  that  he'd  split  | 
the  nails  out  of.    But  he  figured  on  twenty  | 
miles  of  good  going  on  Big  Clearwater, 
as   he   would    have   got   then,   and   from 
there  he  knew  he  could  get  to  the  C.P.R. 
by   land   if   the   ice   was   getting   rotten. 
And  that's  what  Camsell  did." 

Lochrie  snorted,  half  in  amusement, 
half  in  disgust. 

"That's  a  fine  theory.  Twilight,"  he 
said,  "only  Camsell's  bones  are  up  there." 

"That's  right,  I  forgot  all  about  those 


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bones,"  confessed  the  trapper  as  he  arose. 
"Nee-sho-tah,  come  here." 

HE  LED  the  way  to  where  Lochrie  had 
laid  out  the  skeleton,  the  Indian  at 
his  heels,  the  others  following.  Nee- 
sho-tah  stared  at  the  blackened  remains 
for  a  moment  and  then  burst  into  a  tor- 
rent of  Ojibway.  He  shook  his  fists  in 
the  faces  of  the  white  men,  danced  about 
in  his  wrath  and  pointed  repeatedly  at 
the  skeleton. 

"What's  he  mean,  Jack?"  asked  Loch- 
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so  the  others  could  be  heard. 

"He  says,"  translated  Twilight,  "that 
those  are  the  bones  of  his  brother  who 
was  killed  four  years  ago  by  a  drunken 
half-breed  at  a  pow-wow.  He  says  the 
breed  split  his  brother's  head  open  with 
an  ax  and  he  was  buried,  like  the  In- 
dians bury,  on  top  of  the  ground.  This 
spring  he  says  he  went  by  the  grave  and 
found  the  bones  gone  and  that  these  are 
the   bones." 

No  one  spoke  for  a  minute.  Lochrie, 
angry,  completely  at  a  loss,  was  trying 
to  assimilate  the  strange  assortment  of 
facts  that  had  been  presented. 

"How  did  you  learn  ajl  this?"  he  fin- 
ally demanded. 

"Nee-sho-tah  being  a  pretty  good  friend 
of  mine,  he  told  me  all  about  how  he 
sold  his  fur.  I  guess  I  sort  of  got  it  out 
of  him  because  I  noticed  he  didn't  take 
any  to  town  when  he  went  by  my  place 
this  winter.  As  for  the  bones,  I  knew 
this  was  an  old  cabin  and  the  logs  dry, 
but  I  knew  they  were  small  logs  and 
weren't  enough  to  bake  all  the  meat  off 
a  man.  And  I  knew,  too,  how  Nee-sho- 
tah's  brother  had  been  killed  and  that  his 
grave  was  near  here. 

"All  these  queer  things,  like  Leckie  and 
Camsell  pretending  they  were  trapping, 
and  Camsell  making  a  fuss  over  a  letter 
that  was  never  coming,  and  going  out  of 
his  way  to  tell  how  he  had  trouble  with 
his  partner,  all  of  them  made  me  know 
something  funny  was  up  and  that  Camsell 
was  at  the  bottom  of  it.  You  can  see  for 
yourself  how  it  all  fitted  in  with  the 
story  he  knew  Leckie  would  tell  and  how 
he  did  it  intending  that  Leckie  would  get 
caught.  He  left  at  a  time  when  no  one 
believed  he  could  get  out.  He  set  fire  to 
the  cabin  in  the  night,  which  would  make 
people  think  Leckie  did  it,  and  if  they  did 
and  hunted  around  they  would  find  that 
skeleton  and  think  he  was  dead. 

"They're  all  funny  things  for  a  man 
to  do,  but  they  all  lead  up  to  what  we 
found  up  there  under  the  rock,  Wallie, 
and  that  cash  box  is  the  answer." 

SUDDENLY  Leckie  found  all  three 
looking  questioningly  at  him. 

"You  said  you'd  answer  my  questions, 
lad,  if  I  got  you  out  of  this  killing  busi- 
ness," said  the  trapper  gently.  "Now, 
what  was  in  that  box?" 

Still  Leckie  did  not  answer.  Instead 
he  stood  looking  from  one  to  the  other, 
his  face  white  with  terror. 

"I  don't  think  you  need  be  afraid  of 
him  any  more,"  urged  Twilight.  "He 
wanted  people  to  think  he  was  dead  and 
he  won't  come  back." 

"I  know  he  won't!"  exclaimed  the  pri- 
soner. "I  know  he  won't  come  back. 
But  he'll  be  waiting,  and  he'll  get  me." 

"There's  one  way  he  can't,"  suggested 
Twilight  significantly. 

"I  know  it.  I've  been  thinking  of  that 
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the  reason  he  planned  all  this  and  did  it 
this  way.  He  was  afraid  I  would  tell, 
and  he  did  this  so  I  would  be  caught  and 
sent  up  for  killing  him.  And  he  knew  if 
I  told  about  him  and  me  they'd  say  that 
was  'the  reason  I  killed  him,  so  I  would 
get  it  all." 

"All  there  was  in  the  box,  you  mean?" 
asked  the  trapper. 

Leckie  looked  steadily  at  Twilight  for 
a  moment.  And  from  that  kindly,  under- 
standing face  he  seemed  suddenly  to  ob- 
tain courage  and  strength.  The  terror 
left  him.  The  latent  manhood  in  him 
flashed  for  a  moment  to  the  fore.  He 
turned  suddenly  to  Lochrie  and  said 
calmly : 

"Take  this  down,  Mr.  Policeman.  It's 
a  bigger  thing  than  you  thought  you 
were  working  on.  Only  I  turn  State's 
evidence,  or  whatever  you  call  it  in  this 
country.  I'll  tell  you  all  if  I  get  free. 
These  two  will  witness  to  that." 

He  stopped  for  a  moment  and  then 
began  quickly: 

"Ben  Camsell  was  Dan  Crandall.  He 
engineered  that  big  jewelry  store  rob- 
bery in  Toronto." 

"Dan  Crandall!"  exclaimed  Lochrie, 
"And  that,  up  there,  that  box ?" 

"It  had  the  whole  thing,  the  diamonds 
and  all,  $40,000  worth.  Fifteen  thousand 
was  mine  and  the  rest  his.  I  was  down 
and  out.  I  couldn't  get  a  job  in  Chicago 
and  I  met  up  with  Dan.  He  planned  this 
thing  and  I  did  the  work.  I  didn't  think 
it  was  so  big  at  first  or  I  never  would 
have  done  it.  But  he  kept  at  me  and  I 
did  it. 

"We  never  stood  a  chance  to  get  caught. 
That's  why  I  went  through  with  it.  Dan 
was  too  smooth.  He  planned  everything, 
even  to  coming  up  here  for  a  year  to  let 
it  blow  over. 

"Up  here's  where  I  began  to  weaken. 
He  saw  it.  He  could  read  everything  I 
thought.  I  hated  being  hunted  and  hid- 
ing and  I  didn't  like  to  think  I  was  a 
thief.  I  made  up  my  mind  that  when 
spring  came  I'd  tell  all  about  it.  He  knew 
I  would,  and  that's  why  he  planned  all 
this." 

"You  know  where  he  went?"  demanded 
Lochrie,  the  man  hunter  more  keen  than 
ever  on  this  new  and  greater  scent. 

"I  think  I  know  where  he  would  go," 
and  Leckie  gave  the  address  of  a  saloon 
on  the  west  side  of  Chicago. 

It  was  twenty-four  hours  between 
trains  in  Abiwin  and  before  Lochrie  left 
for  Port  Arthur  with  Leckie  he  had  re- 
ceived word  that  his  suggestion  had 
been  acted  upon  and  that  Crandall  had 
been  captured  by  the  Chicago  police. 

There  was  more  joy  for  Leckie  in  the 
news  than  for  the  others.  As  the  train 
pulled  out  he  grasped  Twilight's  hand, 
Ijut  the  words  did  not  come. 

"That's  all  right,  lad,"  said  the  trap- 
per. "You  go  down  to  Toronto  and  get 
this  off  your  chest  and  then  come  up  here 
with  me  for  a  nionth  or  so  for  a  fresh 
start.  The  bush  is  a  mighty  nice  place 
for  a  man  when  he's  got  a  clear  con- 
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personal  and  domestic  cleanliness  and 
order.  Even  this  met  with  no  response, 
until  she  established  a  daily  inspection, 
and  it  became  known  that  the  filthy 
should  also  go  hungry. 

With  the  children,  Chloe  made  some 
slight  headway,  but  only  at  the  expense 
of  unceasing,  monotonous  repetition,  and 
even  she  was  forced  to  admit  that  the  re- 
sults were  far  from  encouraging.  The 
little  savages  had  no  slightest  conception 
of  any  pride  or  interest  in  their  daily 
tasks,  but  followed  unvaryingly  the  line 
of  least  resistance  as  delineated  by  a  sim- 
ple   system  of  rewards  and  punishments. 

The  men  had  shown  no  aptitude  for 
work  of  any  kind,  and  now  when  the  ice 
skimmed  thinly  the  edges  of  the  lake  and 
rivers,  they  collected  their  traps  and  dis- 
appeared into  the  timber,  cheerfully  leav- 
ing the  women  and  children  to  be  fed  and 
cared  for  at  the  school.  As  the  days 
shortened  and  the  nights  grew  longer,  the 
girl  realized,  with  bitterness  in  her  heart, 
that  almost  the  only  thing  she  had  ac- 
complished along  educational  lines  was 
the  imperfect  smattering  of  the  Indian 
tongues  that  she  herself  had  acquired. 

BUT  her  chiefest  anxiety  was  a  more 
material  one,  and  Lapierre's  appear- 
ance with  the  supplies  became  a  matter  of 
the  gravest  importance,  for  upon  their 
departure  the  trappers  had  drawn  heav- 
ily upon  the  slender  remaining  stores, 
with  a  result  that  the  little  colony  on  the 
Yellow  Knife  was  already  reduced  to  half 
rations,  and  was  entirely  dependent  up- 
on the  scows  for  the  winter's  supply  of 
provisions. 

Not  since  the  night  of  the  battle  had 
Chloe  heard  directly  from  MacNair.  He 
had  not  visited  the  school,  nor  had  he  ex- 
pressed a  word  of  regret,  or  apology  for 
the  outrage.  He  ignored  her  existence 
completely,  and  the  girl  guessed  that 
many  of  the  Indians  who  refused  her  in- 
vitation to  camp  in  the  clearing,  as  they 
passed  and  repassed  upon  the  river,  did 
so  in  obedience  to  MacNair's  command. 

In  spite  of  her  abhorrence  for  the  man, 
she  resented  his  total  disregard  of  her 
existence.  Indeed,  she  would  have  wel- 
comed a  visit  from  him,  if  for  no  other 
reason  than  because  he  was  a  white  man. 
She  spent  many  hours  in  framing  bitter 
denunciations  to  be  used  in  event  of, his 
appearance.  But  he  did  not  appear,  and 
resentment  added  to  the  anger  in  her 
heart,  until  in  her  mind  he  became  the 
embodiment  of  all  that  was  despicable, 
and  brutish,  and  evil. 

More  than  once  she  was  upon  the  point 
of  attempting  another  visit  to  Snare 
Lake,  and  in  all  probability  she  would 
have  done  so  had  not  Big  Lena  flatly  re- 
fused to  accompany  her  under  any  cir- 
cumstances whatever.  And  this  attitude 
the  huge  Swedish  woman  stubbornly 
maintained,  preserving  a  haughty  indif- 
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dismissal.  Whereupon  Chloe  broached 
the  subject  to  Harriet  Penny,  and  that 
valiant  soul  promptly  flew  into  hysteria, 
so  that  for  three  days  Chloe  did  double 
duty  in  the  school.  After  that  she  nursed 
her  wrath  in  silence  and  brooded  upon 
the  wrongs  of  MacNair's  Indians. 

The  continued  brooding  was  not  with- 
out its  effect  upon  the  girl,  and  slowly 
"but  surely  destroyed  her  sense  of  pro- 
portion. No  longer  was  the  education 
and  civilization  of  the  Indians  the  upper- 
most thought  in  her  mind.  With  La- 
pierre,  she  came  to  regard  the  crushing 
of  MacNair's  power  as  the  most  import- 
ant and  altogether  desirable  undertaking 
that  could  possibly  be  consummated. 

While  in  this  frame  of  mind,  just  at 
sunset  of  a  keen  October  day,  the  cry  of 
■"la  brigade!  la  brigade!"  reached  her 
ears  as  she  sat  alone  in  her  room  in  the 
cottage,  and  rushing  to  the  river  bank  she 
joined  the  Indians  who  swarmed  to  the 
water's  edge  to  welcome  the  huge  freight 
canoe  that  had  rounded  the  point  below 
the  clearing.  Chloe  clapped  her  hands  in 
sheer  joy  and  relief,  for  there,  proud  and 
erect,  in  the  bow  of  the  canoe  stood  La- 
pierre,  and  behind  him  from  bank  to 
bank  the  Yellow  Knife  fairly  swarmed 
with  other  full-freighted  canoes.  The 
supplies  had  arrived! 

EVEN  as  the  bow  of  his  canoe  scraped 
the  bank,  Lapierre  was  at  her  side. 
Chloe  felt  her  hand  pressed  between  his 
— felt  the  grip  of  his  strong  fingers,  and 
flushed  deeply  as  she  realized  that  not 
alone  because  of  the  supplies  was  she 
glad  that  he  had  come.  And  then,  his 
voice  was  in  her  ears,  and  she  was  listen- 
ing as  he  told  her  how  good  it  was  to 
stand  once  more  at  her  side,  and  look 
•into  the  face  whose  image  had  spurred 
him  to  almost  superhuman  effort, 
throughout  the  days  and  the  nights  of 
the  long  river  trail. 

Lightly  she  answered  him,  and  La- 
pierre's  heart  bounded  at  the  warmth  of 
Tier  welcome.  lie  turned  with  a  word  to 
his  canoemen,  and  Chloe  noted  with  ad- 
miration, how  one  and  all  they  sprang  to 
do  his  bidding.  She  marveled  at  his  au- 
thority. Why  did  these  men  leap  to  obey 
his  slightest  command,  when  Lefroy,  to 
obtain  even  the  half-hearted  obedience 
she  required  of  her  Indians,  was  forced 
to  brow-beat  and  bully  them?  Her  heart 
warmed  to  the  man  as  she  thought  of  the 
slovenly  progress  of  her  school.  Here  was 
one  who  could  help  her.  One  who  could 
point  with  the  finger  of  a  master  of  men 
to  the  weak  spots  in  her  system. 

Suddenly  her  brow  clouded.  For,  as 
she  looked  upon  Lapierre,  the  words  of 
MacNair  flashed  through  her  mind,  as  he 
stood  weak  fi-om  his  wounds,  in  the  dim- 
ness of  her  fire-lit  room.  Her  eyes  hard- 
ened, and  unconsciously  her  chin  thrust 
outward,  as  she  realized  that  before  «he 
could  ask  this  man's  aid,  there  were 
things  he  must  explain. 

DARKNESS  settled,  and  at  a  word 
from  Lapierre,  fires  flared  out  on  the 
beach  and  in  the  clearing,  and  by  their 
light  the  long  line  of  canoemen  conveyed 
the  pieces  upon  their  heads  into  the  .wide 
door  of  the  storehouse.  It  was  a  weird, 
fantastic  scene.  The  long  line  of  pack- 
laden  men,  toiling  up  the  bank  between 
the  rows  of  flaring  fires,  to  disappear  in 
the  storehouse;  and  the  long  line  return- 
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Lefroy  to  his  side  and  uttered  a  few  terse 
commands.  The  man  nodded,  and  took 
Lapierre's  place  at  the  head  of  the  steep 
slope  to  the  river.  The  quarter-breed 
turned  to  the  girl. 

"Come,"  he  said,  smiling,  "Lefroy  can 
handle  them  now.  May  we  not  go  to  your 
cottage?  I  would  hear  of  your  progress 
— the  progress  of  your  school.  And  also," 
he  bowed,  "is  it  not  possible  that  the 
great,  what  do  you  call  her,  Lena,  has 
prepared  supper?  I've  eaten  nothing 
since  morning." 

"Forgive  me!"  cried  the  girl.  "I  had 
completely  forgotten  supper.  But,  the 
men?  Have  they  not  eaten  since  morn- 
ing?" 

Lapierre  smiled.  "They  will  eat,"  he 
answered,   "when    their   work    is   done." 

Supper  over,  the  two  seated  themselves 
upon  the  little  veranda.  Along  the  beach 
the  fires  still  flared,  and-  still  the  men, 
like  a  huge,  slow-moving  endless  chain, 
carried  the  supplies  to  the  storehouse. 
Lapierre  waved  his  hand  toward  the 
scene. 

"You  see  now,"  he  smiled,  "why  I 
built  the  storehouse  so  large?" 

Chloe  nodded,  and  regarded  him  in- 
tently. "Yes,  I  see  that,"  she  answered 
gravely,  "but  there  are  things  I  do  not 
see.  Of  course  you  have  heard  of  the 
attack  by  MacNair's  Indians?" 

Lapierre  assented.  "At  Smith  Land- 
ing I  heard  it,"  he  answered,  and  waited 
for  her  to  proceed. 

"Had  you  expected  this  attack?" 

Lapierre  glanced  at  her  in  well-feigned 
surprise. 

"Had  I  expected  it,  Miss  Elliston,  do 
you  think  I  would  have  gone  to  the  south- 
ward? Would  I  have  left  you  to  the 
mercy  of  those  brutes?  When  I  thought 
you  were  in  danger  on  Snare  Lake,  did 
I—" 

The  girl  interrupted  him  with  a  ges- 
ture. "No!  No!  I  do  not  think  you 
anticipated  the  attack,  but — " 

Lapierre  finished  her  sentence.  "But, 
MacNair  told  you  I  did,  and  that  I  had 
timed  accurately  my  trip  to  the  south- 
ward?  What  else  did  he  tell  you?'' 

"He  told  me,"  answered  Chloe,  "that 
had  you  not  anticipated  the  attack  you 
would  not  have  armed  my  Indians  with 
Mausers.  He  said  that  my  Indians  were 
armed  to  kill  men,  not  animals."  She 
paused  and  looked  directly  into  his  eyes. 
"Mr.  Lapierre,  where  did  those  rifles 
come  from?" 

Lapierre  answered  without  a  moment's 
hesitation.  "From  my — cache  to  the 
westward."  He  leaned  closer.  "I  told 
you  once  before,"  he  said,  "that  I  could 
place  a  hundred  guns  in  the  hands  of 
your  Indians,  and  you  forbade  me.  While 
I  could  remain  in  the  north,  I  bowed  to 
your  wishes.  I  know  the  north  and  its 
people,  and  I  knew  you  would  be  safer 
with  the  rifles  than  without  them.  In 
event  of  an  emergency,  the  fact  that  your 
Indians  were  armed  with  guns  that  would 
shoot  farther,  and  harder,  and  faster, 
than  the  guns  of  your  enemies,  would  off- 
set, in  a  great  measure,  their  advantage 
in  numbers.  It  seems  that  my  judgment 
was  vindicated.  I  disobeyed  you  flatly. 
But,  surely,  you  will  not  blame  me !  Oh ! 
If  you  knew — " 

Chloe  interrupted  him. 

"Don't!"  she  cried  sharply.  "Please 
^not  that!  I — I  think  I  understand. 
But  there  are  still  things  I  do  not  under- 
stand. Why  did  one  of  my  own  Indians 
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did  MacNair  know  that  he  would  attempt 
3llig  !  to  murder  him?  He  said  you  had  ordered 
it  so.  And  the  man  was  one  of  your  In- 
dians— one  of  those  you  left  with  Le- 
froy." 

Lapierre  nodded.  "Do  you  not  see, 
Miss  Elliston,  that  MacNair  is  trying  by 
every  means  in  his  power  to  discredit  me 
in  your  eyes?  Apatawa,  the  Indian  you 
— "  Chloe  shuddered  as  he  paused,  and 
he  hastened  on — "The  Indian  who  at- 
tempted to  shoot  MacNair,  was  original- 
ly one  of  MacNair's  own  Indians — one 
of  the  few  who  dared  to  desert  him.  And, 
for  the  wrongs  he  had  suffered,  he  had 
sworn  to  kill  MacNair." 

"But,  knowing  that,  why  did  Lefroy 

send  him  to  the  cottage?" 

i       "That,"    answered    Lapierre    gravely, 

!    "is  something  I  do  not  know.      I  must 

■  first  question  Lefroy,  and  if  I  find  that 

he  thus  treacherously  endangered  the  life 

,    of  a  wounded  man,  even  though  that  man 

I    was  MacNair,  who  is  his  enemy,  and  like- 

'    wise  my  enemy,  I  will  teach  him  a  lesson 

he  will  not  soon  forget." 

Chloe  heaved  a  sigh  of  relief.  "I  am 
glad,"  she  breathed  softly,  "that  you  feel 
that  way." 
"Could  you  doubt  it?"  asked  the  man. 
Chloe  hesitated.  "Yes,"  she  answered, 
"I  did  doubt  it.  How  could  I  help  but 
doubt,  when  he  warned  me  what  would 
happen,  and  it  all  came  about  as  he  said? 
I — I  could  not  help  but  believe  him.  And 
now,  one  thing  more.  Can  you  tell  me 
why  MacNair's  Indians  are  willing  to 
fight  to  the  death  to  save  him  from 
harm?  If  the  things  you  tell  me  are  true, 
and  I  know  that  they  are  true,  because 
during  the  summer  I  have  questioned 
many  of  MacNair's  Indians,  and  they  all 
tell  the  same  story;  why  do  they  fight 
[    for  him?" 

I        Lapierre  considered.     "That  is  one  of 
i    those  things,"  he  answered,    "that    men 
j    cannot  explain.    It  is  because  of  his  hold 
upon  them.    Great  generals  have  had  it — 
!    this   power  to   sway  men — to   command 
j    them  to  certain  death,  even  though  those 
men  cursed  the  very  ground  their  com- 
manders stood  upon.     MacNair  is  a  pow- 
erful personality.    In  all  the  north  there 
is  not  his  equal.     I  can  not  explain  it.     It 
is  a  psychological  problem  none  can  ex- 
plain.     For,   although   his  Indians  hate 
him,  they  make  no  attempt  to  free  them- 
selves from  his  yoke,  and  they  will  fight 
to  the  death  in  defence  of  him." 

"It  is  hard  to  believe,"  answered  Chloe, 
"hard  to  understand.  And  yet,  I  think 
I  do  understand.  He  said  of  my  grand- 
father, as  he  looked  into  the  eyes  of  his 
portrait:  'He  was  a  fighter.  He  won  to 
victory  over  the  bodies  of  his  enemies.' 
That  is  MacNair's  idea  of  greatness." 

Lapierje  nodded,  and  when  he  looked 
into  the  face  of  the  girl  he  noted  that 
her  eyes  flashed  with  purpose. 

"Tell  me,"  she  continued  almost  sharp- 
ly, "you  are  not  afraid  of  MacNair?" 

For  just  an  instant  Lapierre  hesitated. 
"No!"  he  answered.     "I  am  not  afraid." 

/^  HLOE  leaned  toward  him  eagerly  and 
^--^  placed  a  hand  upon  his  arm,  while  her 

1  eyes  seemed  to  search  his  very  thoughts. 
"Then  you  will  go  with  me  to  Snare 
Lake — to  carry  our  war  into  the  heart  of 
the  enemies'  country?" 

"To  Snare  Lake!"  gasped  the  man. 
"Yes,  to   Snare  Lake.     I  shall  never 
rest  now  until    MacNair's    power    over 

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til  they  are  free  from  the  yoke  of  oppres- 
sion." 

"But  it  would  be  suicide!"  objected  La- 
pierre.  "No  possible  good  can  come  of 
it!  To  kill  a  lion,  one  does  not  thrust 
his  head  into  the  lion's  mouth  in  an  effort 
to  choke  him  to  death.  There  are  other 
ways." 

Chloe  laughed.  "He  will  not  harm  us," 
she  answered:  "I  am  not  going  to  kill 
him  as  one  would  kill  a  lion.  There 
has  been  blood  enough  spilled  already. 
As  you  say,  there  are  other  ways.  We 
are  going  to  Snare  Lake  for  the  purpose 
of  procuring  evidence  that  will  convict 
this  man  in  the  courts." 

"The  courts!"  cried  Lapierre.  "Where 
are  the  courts  north  of  sixty?" 

"North  of  sixty,  or  south  of  sixty, 
what  matters  it?  There  are  courts,  and 
there  are  prisons  awaiting  such  as  he. 
Will  you  go  with  me,  or  must  I  go  alone?" 

Lapierre  glanced  toward  the  flaring 
fires,  where  the  endless  line  of  canoemen 
still  toiled  from  the  river  to  the  store- 
house. Slowly  he  arose  from  his  chair 
and  extended  his  hand. 

"I  will  go  with  you,"  he  answered  sim- 
ply, "and  now  I  will  say  good  night." 


CHAPTER  XIV 

THE    WHISKY   RUNNERS 

WHEN  Lapierre  left  Chloe  Elhs- 
ton's  cottage,  after  promising  to  ac- 
company her  to  Snare  Lake,  he  immedi- 
ately sought  out  Lefroy,  who  was  super- 
intending the  distribution  of  the  last  of 
the  supplies  in  the  storehouse. 

The  two  proceeded  to  Lefroy's  room, 
and  -at  the  end  of  an  hour  sought  the 
camp  of  the  canoemen.  Ten  minutes 
later,  two  lean-bodied  scouts  took  the 
trail  for  the  northward,  with  orders  to 
report  immediately  the  whereabouts  of 
MacNair.  If  luck  favored  him,  Lapierre 
knew  that  MacNair,  accompanied  by  the 
pick  of  his  hunters,  would  be  far  from 
Snare  Lake,  upon  his  semi-annual  pil- 
grimage to  intercept  the  fall  migration  of 
the  caribou  herd,  along  the  northernmost 
reaches  of  the  barren  grounds. 

If  MacNair  had  not  yet  started  upon 
the  fall  hunt,  the  journey  to  Snare  Lake 
must  be  delayed.  For  the  crafty  La- 
pierre had  no  intention  whatever  of  risk- 
ing a  meeting  with  MacNair  in  the  heart 
of  his  own  domain.  Neither  had  he  any 
intention  of  journeying  to  Snare  Lake 
for  the  purpose  of  securing  evidence 
against  MacNair  to  be  used  in  a  court 
of  law.  His  plans  for  crushing  Mac- 
Nair's  power  included  no  aid  from  con- 
stituted authority. 

He  noted  with  keen  satisfaction  that 
the  girl's  hatred  for  MacNair  had  been 
greatly  intensified,  not  so  much  by  the 
attack  upon  her  school,  as  by  the  stories 
she  heard  from  the  lips  of  Indians  who 
passed  back  and  forth  upon  the  river. 
The  posting  of  those  Indians  had  been  a 
happy  bit  of  forethought  on  the  part  of 
Lapierre;  and  their  stories  had  lost  noth- 
ing in  Lefroy's  interpretation. 

LAPIERRE  contrived  to  make  the  suc- 
ceeding days  busy  ones.  By  arrange- 
ment with  Chloe,  a  system  of  credits  had 
been  established,  and  from  daylight  to 
dark  he  was  busy  about  the  storehouse, 
paying  off  and  outfitting  his  canoemen, 
who  were  to  fare  north  upon  the  trap- 
lines  until  the  breaking  up  of  the  ice  in 
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the  lakes  and  the  rivers,  to  move  La- 
pierre's  freight,  handle  his  furs,  and  de- 
liver his  contraband  whisky. 

Each  evening  Lapierre  repaired  to  the 
cottage,  and  Lefroy  in  his  post  in  the 
storehouse  nodded  sagely  to  himself  as 
the  notes  of  the  girl's  rich  contralto  float- 
ed loud  and  clear  above  the  twang  of  the 
accompanying  guitar. 

Always  the  quarter-breed  spoke  eager- 
ly to  Chioe  of  the  proposed  trip  to  Snare 
Lake,  and  bitterly  he  regretted  the  en- 
forced delay  incident  to  outfitting  the 
trappers.  And  always,  with  the  skill  and 
finesse  of  the  born  intriguer,  by  a  smile,  a 
suggestion,  or  an  adroitly  worded  ques- 
tion, he  managed  to  foster  and  to  inten- 
sify her  hatred  for  Brute  MacNair. 

On  the  sixth  day  after  their  departure 
the  scouts  returned  from  the  northward 
and  reported  that  MacNair  had  traveled 
for  many  days  across  the  barrens,  in 
search  of  the  caribou  herds.  Followed, 
then,  another  conference  with  Lefroy. 
The  remaining  canoemen  were  outfitted 
with  surprising  celerity.  And  at  mid- 
night a  big  freight  canoe,  loaded  to  the 
gunwale  with  an  assortment  of  cheap 
knives  and  hatchets,  bolts  of  gay-colored 
cloth,  and  cheaper  whisky,  broke  through 
the  ever  thickening  skim  of  shore  ice, 
and  headed  northward  under  the  per- 
sonal direction  of  that  master  of  all 
whisky  runners,  Louis  Lefroy. 

The  next  day  Lapierre,  with  a  great 
show  of  eagerness,  informed  Chloe  that 
he  was  ready  to  undertake  the  journey 
to  Snare  Lake.  Enthusiastically  the  girl 
set  about  her  preparation,  and  the  fol- 
lowing morning,  accompanied  by  Big 
Lena  and  Lapierre,  took  her  place  in  a 
canoe  manned  by  four  lean-shouldered 
paddlers. 

JUST  below  "the  narrows,"  on  the 
northeastern  shore  of  Snare  Lake, 
and  almost  upon  the  site  of  Old  Fort  En- 
terprise, erected  and  occupied  by  Lieuten- 
ant, later  Sir  John,  Franklin  during  the 
second  winter  of  his  first  Arctic  expedi- 
tion. Bob  MacNair  had  built  his  fort.  The 
fort  itself  differed  in  no  important  par- 
ticular from  many  of  the  log  trading 
forts  ef  the  Hudson  Bay  Company. 
Grouped  about  the  long,  low  building, 
within  the  enclosure  of  the  log  stockade, 
were  the  cabins  of  Indians  who  had  for- 
saken the  vicissitudes  of  the  lean,  barren 
grounds  and  attached  themselves  per- 
manently to  MacNair's  colony. 

Under  his  tutelage  they  learned  to  con- 
vert the  work  of  their  hands  into  some- 
thing more  nearly  approaching  the  com- 
forts of  existence  than  anything  they  had 
ever  known.  Where,  as  trappers  of  fur, 
they  had  succeeded,  by  dint  of  untold 
hardship  and  privation  and  suffering,  in 
obtaining  the  barest  necessities  of  life 
from  the  great  fur  company,  they  now 
found  themselves  housed  in  warm,  com- 
fortable cabins,  eating  good  food,  and 
clothing  their  bodies,  and  the  bodies  of 
their  wives  and  children,  in  thick,  warm 
clothing  that  defied  the  rigors  of  the 
Arctic  winters. 

While  to  the  credit  of  each  man,  upon 
MacNair's  books,  stood  an  amount  in  tok- 
ens of  "made  beaver,"  which  to  any  trap- 
per in  all  northland  would  have  spelled 
wealth  beyond  his  wildest  dreams.  And 
so  they  came  to  respect  this  stern,  rug- 
ged man  who  dealt  with  them  fairly — to 
love  him,  and  also  to  fear  him.  And 
upon  Snare  Lake  his  word  became  the 
law,   from   which   there   was   no   appeal. 


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Puffed  Wheat.     And  Ve  think  that  thousands  of  men  will  endorse  his  view. 

He  said:  "It  saves  me  a  dull  hour  or  two.  The  brain  doesn't  work  well 
when  the  stomach  is  taxed. 

"Here  is  whole-grain  food,  steam  exploded.  Every  food  cell  is  blasted. 
I  know  Prof.  Anderson,  the  man  who  invented  it.  And  he  tells  me  that  no 
other  process  makes  whole-grain  so  easy  to  digest. 

"Then  it  makes  a  great  dish.  Note  these  bubble-like  grains,  thin  and 
toasted.  They  taste  like  puffed  nuts.  And  a  dish  makes  a  meal,  because 
they  are  clear  nutrition." 

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in  bowls  of  milk 


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puffed  to  eight  times  normal  size.  Serve  with 
cream  and  sugar  or  mixed   with  fruity 

For  breakfast  or  supper,  float  like  bubbles  in  a 
bowl  of  milk.  Salt  or  douse  with  melted  butter 
for  between-meal  confections.  Use  like  nut  meats 
in  candy  or  on  ice  cream. 

Keep  plenty  on  hand,  and  both  kinds,  for  there 
are    no    other    foods    like    thtse. 


Flavory  titbits  to  mix 
with  any  fruit 


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Tender  as  a  woman  in  sickness,  counting 
no  cost  of  hardship  too  dear  in  the  ren- 
dering of  assistance  to  the  needy,  he  was 
at  the  same  time  hard  and  unbending 
toward  wilful  offenders,  and  a  very  real 
terror  to  the  enemies  of  his  people. 

He  had  killed  men  for  selling  whisky 
to  his  Indians.  And  those  of  his  own 
people  who  drank  the  whisky  he  had  flog- 
Ked  with  dog-whips — floggings  that  had 
been  administered  in  no  half-hearted  or 
uncertain  manner,  and  that  had  ceased 
only  upon  the  tiring  of  his  arm.  And 
many  there  were  among  his  Indians  who 
could  testify  that  the  arm  was  slow  to 
tire. 

'"p  0  this  little  colony,  upon  the  fourth 
-I  day  after  its  departure  from  Chloe 
Elliston's  school  on  the  Yellow  Knife, 
came  Lefroy  with  his  freighted  canoe. 
And  because  it  was  not  his  first  trip  am- 
ong them,  all  knew  his  mission. 

It  so  happened  that  at  the  time  of 
MacNair's  departure  for  the  barren 
grounds,  Sotenah,  the  leader  of  the  young 
men,  the  orator  who  had  lauded  Mac- 
Nair  to  the  skies  and  counseled  a  sum- 
mary wiping  out  of  Chloe  Elliston's 
school,  chanced  to  be  laid  up  with  an  in- 
jury to  his  foot.  And,  as  he  could  not 
accompany  the  hunters,  MacNair  placed 
him  in  charge  of  the  fort  during  his  ab- 
sence. Upon  his  back  Sotenah  carried 
Scars  of  many  floggings.  And  the  mem- 
ory of  these  remained  with  him  long  af- 
ter the  deadly  effects  of  the  cheap  whisky 
that  begot  them  had  passed  away.  And 
now,  as  he  stood  upon  the  shore  of  the 
lake  surrounded  by  the  old  men,  and 
the  boys  who  were  not  yet  permitted  to 
take  the  caribou  trail,  his  face  was  sul- 
len and  black  as  he  greeted  Lefroy.  For 
the  bite  of  the  gut-lash  was  strong  upon 
him. 

"B'jo!  B'jo!  Nitchi!"  greeted  Lafroy, 
smiling  into  the  scowling  face. 

"B'yo.'"' grunted  the  younger  man  with 
evident  lack  of  enthusiasm.  , 

"Kah  MacNair?" 

The  Indian  returned  a  noncommittal 
shrug.  Again  Lefroy  repeated  his  ques- 
tion, at  the  same  time  taking  from  his 
pocket  a  cheap  clasp-knife  which  he  ex- 
tended toward  the  Indian.  The  other  re- 
garded the  knife  in  silence;  then,  reach- 
ing out  his  hand,  he  took  it  from  Lefroy 
and  examined  it  gravely. 

"How  much?"  he  asked.  Lefroy  laugh- 
ed. 

"You  ke'p,"  he  said,  and  stepping  to 
the  canoe,  threw  back  the  blanket,  ex- 
posing to  the  covetous  eyes  of  the  assem- 
bled Indians  the  huge  pile  of  similar 
knives,  and  the  hatchets,  and  the  bolts 
of  gay-colored  goods. 

A  few  moments  of  adroit  questioning 
sufficed  to  acquaint  Lefroy  with  Mac- 
Nair's prices  for  similar  goods;  and  the 
barter  began. 

Where  MacNair  and  the  Hudson  Bay 
Company  charged  ten  "skins,"  or  "made 
beaver,"  for  an  article,  Lefroy  charged 
five,  or  four,  or  even  three,  until  the 
crowding  Indians  became  half-crazed 
with  the  excitement  of  barter.  And 
while  this  excitement  was  at  its  height, 
with  scarcely  half  of  his  goods  disposed 
of,  Lefroy  suddenly  declared  he  would 
sell  no  more,  and  stepping  into  the  canoe, 
pushed  out  from  the  bank. 

HE  turned  a  deaf  ear  to  the  frantic 
clamorings  of  those  who  had  been 
unable  to  secure  the  wonderful  bargains, 
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down  the  lake  some  two  or  three  hundred 
yards,  deliberately  prepared  to  camp. 
Hardly  had  his  canoe  touched  the  shore 
before  he  was  again  surrounded  by  the 
clamoring  mob.  Whereupon  he  faced  them 
and,  striking  an  attitude,'  harangued 
them  in  their  own  tongue. 

He  had  come,  he  said,  hoping  to  find 
MacNair  and  to  plead  with  him  to  deal 
fairly  with  his  people.  It  is  true  that 
MacNair  pays  more  for  the  labor  of  their 
hands  than  the  company  does  for  their 
furs,  and  in  doing  so  he  has  proved  him- 
self a  friend  of  the  Indians.  But  he  can 
well  afford  to  pay  more.  Is  not  the  pil 
chickimin — the  gold — worth  more  even 
than  the  finest  of  skins? 

He  reached  beneath  the  blankets  and, 
drawing  forth  one  of  the  cheap  knives, 
held  it  aloft.  For  years,  he  told  them, 
the  great  fur  company  has  been  robbing 
the  Indians.  Has  been  charging  them 
two,  three,  four,  and  even  ten  times  the 
real  value  of  the  goods  they  offer  in  bar- 
ter. But  the  Indians  have  not  known 
this.  Even  he,  Lefroy,  did  not  know  it 
until  the  kloshe  kloochman — the  good 
white  woman — came  into  the  north  and 
built  a  school  at  the  mouth  of  the  Yellow 
Knife.  She  is  the  real  friend  of  the  In- 
dians. For  she  brought  goods,  even  more 
goods  than  are  found  in  the  largest  of  the 
Hudson  Bay  posts,  and  she  sells  them 
at  prices  unheard  of — at  their  real  value 
in  the  land  of  the  white  man. 

"See  now!"  he  cried,  holding  the  knife 
aloft,  "in  the  store  of  MacNair,  for  this 
knife  you  will  pay  eight  skins.  Who  will 
buy  it  for  two?" 

A  dozen  Indians  crowded  forward,  and 
the  knife  passed  into  the  hands  of  an 
old  squaw.  Other  knives  and  hatchets 
changed  hands,  and  yards  of  bolt  goods 
were  sold  at  prices  that  caused  the  black 
eyes  of  the  purchasers  to  glitter  with 
greed. 

"Why  do  you  stay  here?"  cried  Le- 
froy suddenly.  "Oh!  my  people,  why 
do  you  remain  to  toil  all  your  lives  in 
the  mines — to  be  robbed  of  the  work  of 
your  hands?  Come  to  the  Yellow  Knife 
and  join  those  who  are  already  enjoying 
the  fruits  of  their  labors!  Where  all 
have  plenty,  and  none  are  asked  to  toil 
and  dig  in  the  dirt  of  the  mines.  Where 
all  that  is  required  is  to  sit  in  the  school 
and  learn  from  books,  and  become  wise  in 
the  ways  of  the  white  man." 

The  half-breed  paused,  swaying  his 
body  to  and  fro  as  he  gazed  intently  into 
the  eyes  of  the  greed-crazed  horde.  Sud- 
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toil  to  enrich  him?  Why  should  you  bow 
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shall  drink  no  firewater'?  And  who  is 
he  to  flog  you  when  you  break  that  law? 
I  tell  you  in  the  great  storehouse  on  the 
Yellow  Knife  is  firewater  for  all !  The 
white  man's  drink!  The  drink  that  makes 
men  stronger  —  and  happy  —  and  wise 
as  gods!" 

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Sotenah. 

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the  kloshe  kloochnian  to  the  people  of 
MacNair!  The  people  who  ate  down- 
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him  crowded  the  others  rendering  the 
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exultation. 

'  I  *  HE  cask  was  quickly  emptied,  and 
-•-  another  broached.  Old  men,  women 
and  children,  all  drank  —  and  fighting, 
and  leaping,  and  dancing,  and  yelling,  re- 
turned to  drink  again.  For,  never  with- 
in the  memory  of  the  oldest,  had  any  In- 
dian drunk  the  white  men's  whiskey  for 
which  he  had  not  paid. 

Darkness  fell.  Fires  were  lighted  upon 
the  beach,  and  the  wild  orgy  continued. 
Other  casks  were  opened,  and  the  drink- 
crazed  Indians  yelled  and  fought  and  sang 
in  a  perfect  frenzy  of  delirium.  Fire- 
brands were  hurled  high  into  the  air,  to 
fall  whirling  among  the  cabins.  And  it 
was  these  whirling  brands  that  riveted 
the  attention  of  the  occupants  of  the  big 
canoe  that  approached  swiftly  along  the 
shore  from  the  direction  of  the  Yellow 
Knife.  LeFroy  had  timed  his  work  well. 
In  the  bow,  Lapierre,  with  a  grim  smile 
upon  his  thin  lips,  watched  the  arcs  of 
the  whirling  brands,  while  from  their  po- 
sition amidships,  Chloe  and  Big  Lena 
stared  fascinated  upon  the  scene. 

"What  are  they  doing?"  cried  the  girl 
in  amazement.  Lapierre  turned  and 
smiled  into  her  eyes. 

"We  have  come,"  he  answered,  "at  a 
most  opportune  time.  You  are  about  to 
see  MacNair's  Indians  at  their  worst. 
For  they  seem  to  be  even  more  drunk 
than  usual.  It  is  MacNair's  way  —  to 
make  them  drunk  while  he  looks  on  and 
laughs." 

"Do  you  mean,"  cried  the  girl  in  hor- 
ror, "that — that  they  are  drunk?" 

Lapierre  smiled.  "Very  drunk,"  he 
answered  dryly.  "It  is  the  only  way 
MacNair  can  hold  them  —  by  allowing 
them  free  license  at  frequent  intervals. 
For  well  the  Indians  know  that  nowhere 
else  in  all  the  north  would  this  thing  be 
permitted.  Therefore,  they  remain  with 
MacNair." 

The  canoe  had  drawn  close  now,  and 
the  figures  of  the  Indfans  were  plainly 
discernible.  Many  were  lying  sprawled 
upon  the  ground,  while  others  leaped  and 
danced  in  the  red  flare  of  the  flames.  At 
frequent  intervals,  above  the  sound  of  the 
frenzied  shouts  and  weird  chants,  arose 
the  sharp  rattle  of  shots,  as  the  Indians 
fired   recklessly   into   the   air. 

AT  A  signal  from  Lapierre  the  canoe- 
men  ceased  paddling.  Chloe's  eyes 
flashed  an  inquiry,  and  Lapierre  shook 
his  head. 

"We  can  venture  no  closer,"  he  ex- 
plained. "At  such  times  their  deviltry 
knows  no  bounds.  They  would  make 
short  shrift  of  any  one  who  would  ven- 
ture among  them  this  night." 

Chloe  nodded.  "I  have  no  wish  to  go 
farther!"  she  cried.  "I  have  seen  enough, 
and  more  than  enough !  When  this  night's 
work  shall  become  known  in  Ottawa,  its 
echo  shall  ring  from  Labrador  to  the 
Yukon  until  throughout  all  Canada  the 
name  of  MacNair  shall  be  hated  and 
despised!" 

At  the  words  Lapierre  glanced  into  her 
flushed  face  and,  removing  his  hat,  bowed 
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phecy  may  be  fulfilled.  And  I  speak,  not 
because  of  any  hatred  for  MacNair,  but 
from  a  heart  overflowing  with  love  and 
compassion  for  my  people.  For  their 
welfare,  it  is  my  earnest  prayer  that  this 
man's  just  punishment  shall  not  long  be 
delayed." 

While  he  was  yet  speaking,  from  the 
midst  of  the.  turmoil  red  flames  shot  high 
into  the  air.  The  yelling  increased  ten- 
fold, and  the  frenzied-  horde  surged  to- 
ward the  walls  of  the  stockade.  The 
cabins  of  the  Indians  were  burning! 
Wider  and  higher  flared  the  fire,  and 
louder  and  fiercer  swelled  the  sounds  of 
yelling  and  the  firing  of  rifles.  The 
walls  of  the  stockade  ignited.  The  fire 
was  eating  its  way  toward  the  long,  log 
storehouse.  Instantly  through  the  girl's 
mind  flashed  the  memory  of  that  other 
night  when  the  sky  glowed  red,  and  the 
crash  of  rifles  mingled  with  the  hoarse 
roar  of  flames.  She  gazed  in  fascination 
as  the  fire  licked  and  curled  above  the 
roof  of  the  storehouse.  Upon  the  shore 
even  the  canoes  were  burning. 

Suddenly  a  wild  shriek  was  borne  to 
her  ears.  The  firing  of  guns  ceased 
abruptly,  and  around  the  corner  of  the 
burning  storehouse  dashed  a  figure  of  ter- 
ror, hatless  and  coatless,  with  long  hair 
streaming  wildly  in  the  firelight.  Tall, 
broad,  and  gaunt  it  appeared  in  the  light 
of  the  flaring  flames,  and  instantly  Chloe 
recognized  the  form  of  MacNair.  La- 
pierre  also  recognized  it,  and  gasped 
audibly.  For  at  that  moment  he  knew 
MacNair  should  have  been  far  across  the 
barrens  on  the  trail  of  the  caribou  herd. 

"Look!  Look!"  cried  the  girl.  "What 
is  he  doing?"  And  watched  in  horror  as 
the  big  man  charged  among  the  Indians, 
smashing,  driving,  and  kicking  his  way 
through  the  howling,  rum-crazed  horde. 
At  every  lashing  blow  of  his  fist,  every 
kick  of  his  high-laced  boot,  men  went 
down.  Others  reeled  drunkenly  from  his 
path,  screaming  aloud  in  their  fright; 
while  across  the  open  space  in  the  fore- 
ground four  or  five  men  could  be  seen 
dashing  frantically  for  the  protection  of 
the  timber.  MacNair  ripped  the  gun 
from  the  hand  of  a  reeling  Indian  and, 
throwing  it  to  his  shoulder,  fired.  Of 
those  who  ran,  one  dropped,  rose  to  his 
knees,  and  sank  backward.  MacNair 
fired  again,  and  another  crashed  forward, 
and  rolled  over  and  over  upon  the  ground. 

Lapierre  watched  with  breathless  inter- 
est while  the  others  gained  the  shelter  of 
the  timber.  He  wondered  whether  one  of 
the  two  men  who  fell  was  LeFroy. 

"Oh!"  cried  Chloe  in  horror.  "He's 
killing  them!" 

Lapierre  made  a  swift  sign  to  his  pad- 
dlers,  and  the  canoe  shot  behind  a  low 
sand-point  where,  in  response  to  a  tense 
command,  the  canoemen  turned  its  bow 
southward;  and,  for  the  second  time, 
Chloe  Elliston  found  herself  being  driven 
by  willing  hands  southward  upon  Snare 
Lake. 

"He  pounded — and  kicked — and  beat 
them!"  sobbed  the  girl  hysterically.  "And 
two  of  them  he  killed!" 

Lapierre  nodded.  "Yes,"  he  answered 
sadly,  "and  he  will  kill  more  of  them.  It 
seems  that  this  time  they  got  beyond 
even  his  control.  For  the  destruction  of 
his  buildings  and  his  goods,  he  will  take 
his  toll  in  lives  and  in  the  sufferings  of 
his  Indians." 

While  the  canoe  shot  southward 
through  the  darkness,  Chloe  Elliston  sat 
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watched  the  dull-red  glow  fade  from  the 
sky  above  MacNair's  burning  fort,  her 
heart  cried  out  for  vengeance  against  this 
brute  of  the  north. 

One  hour,  two  hours,  the  canoe  plowed 
the  black  waters  of  the  lake,  and  then, 
because  men  must  rest,  Lapierre  reluct- 
antly gave  the  order  to  camp,  and  the 
tired  canoemen  turned  the  bow  shore- 
ward. 

Hardly  had  they  taken  a  dozen  strokes 
when  the  canoe  ground  sharply  against 
the  thin,  shore  ice.  There  was  the  sound 
of  ripping  bark,  where  the  knifelike  edge 
of  the  ice  tore  through  the  side  of  the 
frail  craft.  Water  gushed  in,  and  La- 
pierre, stifling  a  curse  that  rose  to  his 
lips,  seized  the  paddle,  and  leaning  over 
the  bow  began  to  chop  frantically  at  the 
ice.  Two  of  the  canoemen  with  their  pad- 
dles held  her  head  on,  while  the  other 
two,  with  the  help  of  Chloe  and  Big  Lena 
endeavored  to  stay  the  inrush  of  water 
with  blankets  and  fragments  of  clothing. 

Progress  was  slow.  The  Ice  thickened 
as  they  neared  the  shore,  and  Lapierre's 
paddle-blade,  battered  upon  its  point  and 
edges  to  a  soft,  fibrous  pulp,  thudded 
softly  upon  the  ice  without  breaking  it. 
He  threw  the  paddle  overboard  and  seized 
another.  A  few  more  yards  were  won, 
but  the  shore  loomed  black  and  forbid- 
ding, and  many  yards  away.  Despite  the 
utmost  efforts  of  the  women  and  the  two 
canoemen,  the  water  gained  rapidly.  La- 
pierre redoubled  his  exertion,  chopping 
and  stabbing  at  the  ever  thickening 
shore-ice.  And  then  suddenly  his  paddle 
crashed  through,  and  vnth  a  short  cry  of 
relief  he  rose  to  his  feet,  leaped  into  the 
black  water,  where  he  sank  only  to  his 
middle.  The  canoemen  followed.  And 
the  canoe,  relieved  of  the  bulk  of  its  bur- 
den, floated  more  easily. 

Slowly  they  pushed  shoreward  through 
the  shallow  water,  the  men  breaking  the 
ice  before  them.  And  a  few  minutes 
later,  wet  and  chilled  to  the  bone,  they 
stepped  onto  the  grravel. 

Within  the  shelter  of  a  small  thicket  a 
fire  was  built,  and  while  the  men  return- 
ed to  examine  the  damaged  canoe,  the  two 
women  wrung  out  their  dripping  gar- 
ments and,  returning  them  wet,  huddled 
close  to  the  tiny  blaze.  The  men  re- 
turned to  the  fire,  where  a  meal  was  pre- 
pared and  eaten  in  silence.  As  he  ate, 
Chloe  noticed  that  Lapierre  seemed  ill 
at  ease. 

"Did  you  repair  the  canoe?"  she  ask. 
ed.     The  man  shook  his  head. 

"No.  It  is  damaged  beyond  any 
thought  of  repair.  We  removed  the  food 
and  such  of  its  contents  as  are  neces- 
sary, and,  loading  it  with  rocks,  sank 
it  in  the  lake." 

"Sank  it  in  the  lake!"  cried  the  girl 
in  amazement. 

"Yes,"  answered  Lapierre.  "For  even 
if  it  were  not  damaged,  it  would  be  of  no 
further  use  to  us.  To-night  the  lake 
will  freeze." 

"What  are  we  going  to  do?"  cried  the 
girl. 

"There  is  only  one  thing  to  do,"  an- 
swered Lapierre  quickly.  "Walk  to  the 
scheol.  It  is  not  such  a  long  trail — a 
hundred  miles  or  so.  And  you  can  take 
it  easy.    You  have  plenty  of  provisions." 

"I!"  cried  the  girl.  "And  what  will 
you  do?" 

"It  is  necessary,"  answered  the  man, 
"that  I  should  make  a  forced  march." 
"You  are  going  to  leave  me?" 


LAPIERRE  smiled  at  the  evident  note 
of  alarm  in  her  voice.  "I  am  going 
to  take  two  of  the  canoemen  and  return 
in  all  haste  to  your  school.  Do  you 
realize  that  MacNair,  now  that  he  has 
lost  his  winter  provisions,  will  stop  at 
nothing  to  obtain  more?" 

"He  would  not  dare!"  cried  the  girl, 
her  eyes  flashing. 

Lapierre  laughed.  "You  do  not  know 
MacNair.  You,  personally,  he  would  not 
venture  to  molest.  He  will  doubtless  try 
to  buy  supplies  from  you  or  from  the 
Hudson  Bay  Company.  But,  in  the  mean- 
time, while  he  is  upon  this  errand  his 
Indians,  with  no  one  to  hold  them  in 
check,  and  knowing  that  the  supplies  are 
in  your  storehouse,  will  swoop  down  up- 
on it,  and  your  own  Indians,  without  a 
leader,  will  fall  an  easy  prey  to  the  hun- 
gry horde." 

"But  surely,"  cried  the  girl,  "Lefroy 
is  capable — " 

"Possibly,  if  he  were  at  the  school," 
interrupted  Lapierre.  "But  unfortunate- 
ly the  day  before  we  ourselves  departed, 
I  sent  Lefroy  upon  an  important  mission 
to  the  eastward.  I  think  you  will  agree 
with  me  upon  the  importance  of  the  mis- 
sion when  I  tell  you  that,  as  I  swung  out 
of  the  mouth  of  Slave  River  at  the  head 
of  the  canoe  brigade,  I  saw  a  fast  canoe 
slipping  stealthily  along  the  shore  to  the 
westward.  In  that  canoe,  with  the  aid  of 
my  binoculars,  I  made  out  two  men  whom 
I  have  long  suspected  of  being  engaged 
in  the  nefarious  and  hellish  business  of 
peddling  whisky  among  the  Indians.  I 
knew  it  was  useless  to  try  to  overtake 
them  with  my  heavily  loaded  canoe,  and 
so  upon  my  arrival  at  the  school,  as  soon 
as  we  had  concluded  the  outfitting  of 
the  trappers,  I  dispatched  Lefroy  to  hunt 
these  men  down,  to  destroy  any  liquor 
found  in  their  possession,  to  deal  with 
them  as  he  saw  fit." 

He  paused  and  gazed  steadily  into  the 
girl's  face.  "This  may  seem  to  you  a 
lawless  and  high-handed  proceeding,  Miss 
EUiston,"  he  went  on;  "but  you  have 
just  witnessed  one  exhibition  of  the  tra- 
gedy that  whisky  can  work  among  my 
people.  In  my  opinion,  the  end  justifies 
the  means." 

The  girl  regarded  him  with  shining 
eyes.  "Indeed  it  does!"  she  cried.  "Oh, 
there  is  nothing — no  punishment — too 
severe  for  such  brutes,  such  devils,  as 
these!  I — I  hope  J^efroy  will  catch  them. 
I  hope — almost — he  will  kill  them." 

Lapierre  nodded.  "Yes,  Miss  Ellis- 
ton,"  he  answered  gravely,  "one  could 
sometimes  almost  wish  so,  but  I  have 
forbidden  it.  The  taking  of  a  human 
life  is  a  serious  matter;  and  in  the  north 
the  exigencies  of  the  moment  all  too  fre- 
quently make  this  imperative.  As  a  last 
resort  only  should  we  kill." 

"You  are  right,"  echoed  the  girl. 
"Only  after  the  scene  we  have  just  wit- 
nessed, it  seemed  that  I  myself  could  kill 
deliberately,  and  be  glad  I  killed.  Truly 
the  north  breeds  savagery.  For  I,  too, 
have  killed  on  the  spur  of  the  moment!" 
The  words  fell  rapidly  from  her  lips,  and 
she  cried  out  in  physical  pain.  "And  to 
think  that  I  killed  in  defense  of  him!  Oh, 
if  I  had  let  the  Indian  shoot  that  night, 
all  this" — she  waved  her  hand  to  the 
northward — "would  never  have  happen- 
ed." 

"Very  true,  Miss  Elliston,"  answered 
Lapierre  softly.  "But  do  not  blame  your- 
self. Under  the  circumstances,  you  could 
not  have  done  otherwise." 


As  he  talked,  two  of  the  canoe  men 
made  up  light  packs  from  the  outfit  of 
the  wrecked  canoe.  Seeing  that  they  had 
concluded,  Lapierre  arose,  and  taking 
Chloe's  hand  in  both  of  his,  looked 
straight  into  her  eyes. 

"Good-by,"  he  said  simply.  "These 
Indians  will  conduct  yor.  in  safety-  to 
your  school."  And,  without  waiting  for 
a  reply,  he  turned  and  followed  the  two 
canoemen  into  the  brush. 

Chloe  sat  for  a  long  time  staring  into 
the  flames  of  the  tiny  fire  before  creeping 
between  her  damp  blankets.  Despite  the 
utter  body-weariness  of  her  long  canoe- 
trip,  the  girl  slept  but  fitfully  in  her 
cold  bed. 

T  N  the  early  gray  of  the  morning  she 
A  started  up  nervously.  Surely  a  sound 
had  wakened  her.  She  heard  it  distinct- 
ly now,  the  sound  of  approaching  foot- 
steps. She  strained  to  locate  the  sound, 
and  instantly  she  realized  it  was  not  the 
tread  of  moccasined  feet.  She  threw  oflf 
the  frost-stiffened  blankets  and  leaped  to 
her  feet,  shivering  in  the  keen  air  of 
the  biting  dawn. 

The  sounds  of  the  footsteps  grew  loud- 
er, plainer,  as  though  some  one  had  turn- 
ed suddenly  from  the  shore  and  ap- 
proached the  thicket  with  long,  heavy 
strides.  With  muscles  tense  and  heart 
bounding  wildly  the  girl  waited.  Then, 
scarce  ten  feet  from  her  side,  the  thick 
scrub  parted  with  a  vicious  swish,  and  a 
man,  hatless,  glaring,  and  white-faced, 
stood  before  her.  The  man  was  Mac- 
Nair. 

CHAPTER  XV 

"ARREST   THAT   MAN!" 

SECONDS  passed  —  tense,  porten- 
tous seconds — as  the  two  stood  facing 
each  other  over  the  dead  ashes  of  the 
little  fire.  Seconds  in  which  the  white, 
drawn  features  of  the  man  engraved 
themselves  indelibly  upon  Chloe  Elliston's 
brain.  She  noted  the  knotted  muscles  of 
the  clenched  hands  and  the  glare  of  the 
sunken  eyes.  Noted,  also,  the  cringing, 
fear- stricken  forms  of  the  two  Indians, 
who  had  awakened  and  lay  cowering  upon 
their  blankets.  And  Big  Lena,  whose 
pale-blue,  fishlike  eyes  stared  first  at  one 
and  then  at  the  other  from  out  a  face  ab- 
solutely devoid  of  expression. 

Suddenly  a  fierce,  consuming  anger 
welled  into  the  girl's  heart,  and  words 
fell  from  her  lips  in  a  veritable  hiss  of 
scorn:  "Have  you  come  to  kill  me,  too?" 

"By  God,  it  would  be  a  good  thing  for 
the  north  if  I  should  kill  you!" 

"A  good  thing  for  MacNair,  you 
mean!"  taunted  the  girl.  "Yes,  I  think 
it  would.  Well,  there  is  nothing  to  hin- 
der you.  Of  course,  you  would  have  to 
kill  these,  also."  She  indicated  Big  Lena 
and  the  Indians.  "But  what  are  mere 
lives  to  you?" 

"They  are  nothing  to  me  when  the  fate 
of  my  people  is  at  stake!  .And  at  this 
very  moment  their  fate — their  whole  fu- 
ture— the  future  of  their  children  and 
their  children's  children — is  at  stake,  as 
it  has  never  been  at  stake  before.  Many 
times  in  my  life  have  I  faced  crises;  but 
never  such  a  crisis  as  this.  And  always 
I  have  won,  regardless  of  cost — but  the 
cost  only  /  have  ever  known." 

His  eyes  glared,  and  he  seemed  a  mad- 
man in  his  berserk  rage.  He  drove  a 
huge  fist  into  his  upturned  palm  and  fair- 
ly shouted  his  words:  "I  am  MacNair! 
And  if  there  is  a  God  in  heaven,  I  will 


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win!  From  this  moment  it  is  my  life  or 
Lapierre's!  Since  last  night's  outrage 
there  can  be  no  truce — no  quibbling — ^lo 
parleying — no  half-way  measures?  My 
friends  are  my  friends,  and  his  friends 
are  my  enemies!  The  war  is  on — and  it 
will  be  a  fight  to  the  finish.  A  fight  that 
may  well  disrupt  the  north!"  He  shook 
his  clenched  fist  before  the  face  of  the 
S'irl.  "I  have  taken  the  man-traii!  lam 
MacNair!  And  at  the  end  of  that  trail 
will  lie  a  dead  man — myself  or  Pierre  La- 
pierre!" 

"And  at  the  beginning  of  the  trail  lie 
two  dead  men,"  sneered  Chloe.  "Those 
who  started  for  the  timber — " 

"And,  by  God,  if  necessary,  the  trail 
will  be  paved  ivith  dead  men!  For  La- 
pierre,  the  day  of  reckoning  is  at  hand." 
Chloe  took  a  step  forward,  and  with 
blazing  eyes  stood  trembling  with  anger 
before  the  man.  "And  how  about  your 
oion  day  of  reckoning?  You  have  told 
me  that  I  am  a  fool;  but  it  is  you  who 
are  the  fool !  You  killer  of  helpless  men ! 
You  debaucher  of  women  and  children ! 
You  trader  in  souls !  As  you  say,  the  day 
of  reckoning  is  at  hand — not  for  La- 
pierre,  but  for  you!  Until  this  day  you 
have  not  taken  me  seriously.  I  have  been 
a  fool — a  blind,  trusting  fool.  You  have 
succeeded,  in  spite  of  what  I  have  heard 
— in  spite  of  my  better  judgment — in 
spite  even  of  what  I  have  seen,  in  making 
me  believe  that,  possibly,  you  had  been 
misunderstood;  had  been  painted  blacker 
than  you  really  are.  At  times  I  almost 
believed  in  you;  but  I  have  since  learned 
enough  from  the  mouths  of  your  own  In- 
dians to  convince  me  of  my  folly.  And 
after  what  I  saw  last  night — "  She 
paused  in  very  horror  of  the  thought,  and 
MacNair  glared  into  her  outraged  eyes. 
"You  saw  that?  You  stood  by  and 
witnessed  the  ruination  of  my  Indians? 
Deliberately  watched  them  changed  from 
sober,  industrious,  simple-hearted  child- 
ren of  the  wild  into  a  howling,  drink- 
crazed  horde  of  beasts  that  thirsted  for 
blood — tore  at  each  other's  throats — and, 
in  the  frenzy  of  their  madness,  burned 
their  own  homes,  and  their  winter's  sup- 
plies and  provisions?  You  stood  by  and 
saw  them  glutted  with  the  whisky  from 
your  storehouse — by  your  own  paid  crea- 
tures— " 

"Whisky  from  my  storehouse!"  The 
girl's  voice  rose  to  a  scream,  and  Mac- 
Nair interrupted  her  savagely: 

"Aye,  whisky  from  your  storehouse! 
Brought  in  by  Lapierre,  and  by  Lapierre 
cunningly  and  freely  given  out  to  my  In- 
dians." 

"You  are  crazy!  You  are  mad!  You 
do  not  know  what  you  are  saying?  But 
if  you  do  know,  you  are  the  most  consum- 
mate liar  on  the  face  of  the  earth !  Of  all 
things  absurd!  Is  it  possible  that  you 
hope  by  any  such  preposterous  and  flimsy 
fabrication  to  escape  the  punishment 
which  will  surely  and  swiftly  be  meted 
out  to  you?  Will'you  tell  that  to  the 
Mounted?  And  will  you  tell  it  to  the 
judge  and  the  jury?  What  will  they  say 
when  I  have  told  my  story,  ^d  have  had 
it  corroborated  by  your  own  Indians — 
those  Indians  who  have  fled  to  my  school 
to  seek  a  haven  of  refuge  from  your  tyr- 
anny? I  have  my  manifest.  My  goods 
were  inspected  and  passed  by  the  Mount- 
ed—" 

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sleep  of  the  just,  there  blazoned  forth 
upon  the  sacred  sign  embellishing  our 
city  hall,  the  following  slogan: 

WELCOME 

INTERNATIONAL  CONSOLIDATED 

CIRCUS 

COMING 

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The  City  Hall  is  located  across  the 
street  from,  and  facing  the  office  of  the 
Morning  Call.  When  Editor  Ward  had 
completed  his  labors  and  sallied  forth, 
homeward  bound,  this  masterpiece  of 
Happy  Haines'  ingenuity  stared  him  in 
the  face. 

The  indignant  editor  left  the  earth 
and  gyrated  in  the  atmosphere.  He 
raved  and  swore,  and  as  Bill  Scorrings 
said,  "pawed  up  the  ground  for  forty 
miles  around,"  demanding  that  this  ex- 
position of  lese  tnajeste  should  be  im- 
mediately removed.  But  the  building 
was  locked  securely,  and  the  custodian 
who  was  also  official  electrician,  could  not 
be  found.  The  sign  remained  in  position 
until  the  sun  was  high  in  the  heavens  on 
the  following  morning,  when  the  recal- 
citrant janitor  was  discovered,  curled  up 
under  the  steps,  sleeping  off  the  effects 
of  a  previous  evening's  session  with 
Happy  Haines. 

Everyone  in  town  laughed,  excepting 
Editor  Ward,  who  at  once  investigated 
things,  instigating  a  vigorous  Search  for 
the  chief  offender.  Happy,  however,  had 
taken  the  midnight  train  and  was  preach- 
ing the  gospel  of  the  "get  joyous"  idea 
in  Kansas  City,  far,  far  away  from  the 
reach  or  wrath  of  the  irate  journalist. 

I  am  a  good  Christian,  but  the  inci- 
dent went  a  long  way  toward  forging  the 
links  binding  our  subsequent  friendship. 

III. 

DURING  the  following  summer,  and 
at  the  express  invitation  of  Happy 
Haines,  I  spent  a  portion  of  my  vacation 
with  the  circus,  as  the  guest  of  that  gen- 
tleman. Here  I  learned  the  real  story 
of  the  people  of  the  restless  foot.  For 
the  first  time,  I  realized  that  they  lived 
in  a  little  world  of  their  own,  speaking 
strange  tongues  and  believing  unusual 
beliefs. 

I  discovered  that  they  were  a  simple- 
minded,  wholesome  people,  who  came 
nearer  to  solving  the  real  philosophy  of 
life,  and  who  found  it  easier  to  smooth 
the  rough  places,  than  any  other  class  of 
humans  I  had  met  before. 

There,  too,  I  began  to  realize  what  the 
wonderful  discipline  of  the  circus  meant 
and  that  what  seemed  merely  haphazard 
achievement  was  really  the  natural  result 
of  carefully  laid  plans.  The  longer  I  re- 
mained with  these  dwellers  in  tents,  the 
more  I  marvelled  concerning  their  man- 
ners and  methods. 

Among  other  things,  I  acquired  the 
story  of  Happy  Haines'  romance.  He 
was  madly  in  love  with  Carrie  Burbank, 
the  premier  equestrienne.  She  was  a 
pretty,  dainty  little  thing,  numbering 
many  eligibles  of  the  circus  world  as 
suitors  for  her  hand. 

Prom  what  I  could  gather,  the  court- 
ship between  the  press  agent  and  the 
little  rider  had  been  running  its  course 
for  several  seasons.  The  circus  world 
differs  little  from  the  larger  circle  out- 


side. The  progress  of  Happy's  suit  v.'as 
watched  with  exceeding  interest.  These 
circus  folk  are  peculiar  people ;  they 
gossip  little  and  slander  not  at  all.  But 
for  all  that,  Happy's  encounters  with  Dan 
Cupid  and  the  obvious  infatuation  for 
Carrie  Burbank,  not  to  mention  their 
frequent  quarrels  and  reconciliations,  al- 
ways, formed  fruitful  subject  for  con- 
versation among  those  by  whom  the 
lovers  were  surrounded. 

At  the  close  of  my  visit  with  the  cir- 
cus, I  invited  Happy  to  accompany  me  on 
a  hunting  trip  just  as  soon  as  the  seaso.i 
was  over.  He  accepted  the  invitation 
joyously,  and  arrived  in  my  home  town 
on  time  with  a  varied  assortment  of  gun- 
cases  and  as  nice  a  brace  of  bird-dogs  as 
were  ever  coupled  together. 

He  greeted  me  cordially,  but  still  un- 
derlying his  usual  stock  of  badinage,  I 
thought  I  could  detect  a  note  that  did 
not  ring  true. 

Incidentally,  I  observed  that,  whenever 
conversation  lagged,  a  certain  air  of  mel- 
ancholy seemed  to  take  possession  of  him. 
Briefly  speaking,  this  was  not  the  same 
man  who  had  drifted  into  my  office  one 
sultry  July  day  and  given  such  a  mani- 
festation of  knowledge  concerning  the 
hunting  dog. 

I  felt  that  the  friendly  relations  be- 
tween Happy  and  myself  justified  my 
touching  upon  the  more  nearly  intimate 
and  pei-sonal  things,  end  therefore  I  in- 
quired concerning  the  health  and  wel- 
fare of  Miss  Carrie  Burbank. 

Happy  regarded  me  momentarily  as 
if  intensely  surprised.  "That  gal?"  he 
droned,  with  an  ill-concealed  attempt  at 
nonchalance.  "Shucks!  That  gal  and  I 
ain't  been  on  speakin'  terms  since  th' 
show  was  to  St.  Louis.  What  was  th' 
matter?  Oh,  nothin'  much!  I  just  tired 
of  totin'  a  gripsackful  of  gloom  all  th' 
time." 

I  murmured  something  to  the  effect 
that  I  was  sorry  for  the  break. 

"Yep,"  resumed  Happy,  "I  suppose  I 
ought  to  go  along  an'  tell  you  how  th' 
curtain  rung  down  to  th'  music  of  th' 
weddin'  march,  with  me  hitched  for  life 
to  Miss  Carrie  Burbank,  Empress  of 
Equine  Equitation.  An'  further,  how  th' 
efforts  of  my  declinin'  years  was  dedi- 
cated to  boomin'  her  act.  But  th'  cards 
didn't  fall  out  of  th'  box  that  way,  ay- 
tall,  ay-tall.  An'  I  just  walked  away, 
that's  what  I  did!" 

AFTER  a  meditative  glance,  he  resum- 
ed, "Yes,  yes,  I  know  you  newspaper 
guys  want  a  handful  of  romance  an'  a 
bushel  of  local  Color  added  to  atmosphere, 
th'  whole  crowned  with  a  happy  endin'. 
But  all  bets  is  off.  Everything  an'  every- 
body, includin'  yourself,  seemed  to  think 
that  me  an'  Carrie  was  goin'  to  hook  up 
double,  but  believe  me,  I  know  when  th' 
blow-off  comes,  an'  it's  a  lady's  privilege 
to  switch  her  act  as  often  as  she  wants  to. 
All  I  gotta  say  is,  I  ain't  wearin'  no  crepe 
on  my  arm.  Carrie  is  a  fine  girl,  an' 
she'll  make  any  man  that  can  handle  her 
a  first-class  wife.  But  there's  some 
things  she  does  I  couldn't  stand  for.  She's 
got  th'  vaudeville  bug  now  an'  starts  in 
on  th'  Rotary  circuit  with  her  two  horses 
next  Monday  at  Memphis.  Get  that,  do 
you?  Carrie  with  a  hall  show!  I  told 
her,  sez  I,  listen — if  you  ain't  got  no  res- 
pect for  yourself,  an'  you  feed  me  to  th' 
fishes,  listen,  sez  I — " 

Happy  was   on   his   stride,   and  would 


have  continued  further,  but  the  raucous 
voice  of  the  bell-boy  broke  in  upon  him. 

"Mr.  Haines!  Mr.  Haines!  Telegram 
for  Mr.  Haines!" 

Happy  took  the  envelope,  tore  it  open 
and  read  the  contents  slowly.  His  count- 
enance was  entirely  non-committal,  as  he 
passed  it  to  me.  "Read  that,"  he  said, 
"an'  tell  me  what  you  think  about  it. 
Why,  I  wouldn't  go  across  th'  street  to 
manage  that  girl's  affairs,  no  siree — not 
if  she  owned  th'  whole  circuit.  Huh! 
The  nerve  some  women  have!" 

I  scanned  the  message  hastily.  It  read 
as  follows: 


"Yep,"  resumed  Mr.  Haines,  oracularly, 
as  I  finished  reading  the  telegram,  "it's 
wonderful  how  far  a  woman  thinks  she 
can  go  with  a  man,  an'  get  away  with  it. 
No,  I  ain't  goin'  to  answer  it.  I'm  goin' 
to  leave  that  gal  thinkin'  about  th'  things 
I  didn't  say.  You  meet  me  at  this  hotel 
at  seven  o'clock  to-night,  an'  we'll  frame 
up  that  hunt,  so  as  to  turn  out  first  thing 
in  the  momin'.  No,  siree,  any  woman 
which  thinks  I  am  a  reliable  retriever  or 
a  first-class  carrier  pigeon  is  losin'  th' 
best  bet  of  her  young  life.  Gee,  but  I'm 
dry!"  he  exclaimed  breaking  of  sud- 
denly. "Come  on  in  to  th'  bar,  an"  let's 
open  a  large,  cold  bottle." 

LATER  in  the  evening,  I  returned  to 
the  hotel.  As  I  swung  through  the 
vestibule,  I  saw  the  circus  man  standing 
in  the  centre  of  the  rotunda,  his  back  to- 
wards me.  His  overcoat  was  thrown 
carelessly  over  one  shoulder,  and  at  his 
feet  reposed  a  small  handbag.  He  was 
shaking  an  admonitory  finger  at  the  col- 
ored porter,  and  as  I  drew  near,  I  could 
hear  his  voice  raised  in  exhortation: 

"Boy,"  he  intoned,  impressively,  "lis- 
ten to  me,  boy,  an'  get  me  right.  If  you 
don't,  there's  liable  to  be  an  earthquake 
around  here,  an'  you're  agoin'  to  learn 
somethin'  about  war.  Yep!  Battle,  mur- 
der and  sudden  death.  You  get  that 
cut-trunk  an'  personal  baggage  on  th' 
Southern  Express  that  leaves  at  eight- 
ten.  Don'  let  your  foot  slip,  boy,  be- 
cause that  junk  has  to  be  in  Memphis  on 
Monday  mornin'.  Now  get  a  move  on, 
if  you  want  to  gather  anything!" 

He  ceased  speaking,  and  the  colored 
man  and  brother,  with  protestations  of 
zeal,  started  oflF  on  a  run,  while  a  new 
light  commenced  to  dawn  upon  me.  I 
leaned  over  and  laid  my  hand  on  Happy's 
shoulder,  saying,  softly: 

"Going  South,  Happy?" 

He  wheeled  about  quickly,  his  mouth 
agape,  and  regarded  me  with  that  same 
ingenuous  child-like  expression  that  had 
so  appealed  to  me  when  first  he  had  diag- 
nosed the  family  tree  and  immediate 
forebears  of  Guess  Gladstone. 

"Yep,  Bill,"  Ije  returned  solemnly, 
"I'm  goin'  South — I'm  goin'  South  on  th' 
first  train  that  leaves  th'  Union  Depot." 
It  sounded  like  the  pronouncement  of  a 
doxology.  Happy's  tones  were  those  of 
exhortation   and  intense  earnestness. 

"I've  been  thinkin'  a  lot.  Bill,"  he  con- 
tinued, "since  I  got  that  telegram,  an' 
believe  me-,  that  rider  ain't  got  nothin' 
on  your  Uncle  Happy.  We'll  have  to 
postpone  th'  huntin'  trip  for  a  while,  be- 
cause I  just  figgered  out  I'd  slip  down 
to  Memphis  an'  let  her  know  by  word  an' 
deed  that  there  ain't  no  livin'  breathin', 
exemplifications  of  flounces  an'  furbe- 
lows which  can  play  on  me  like  as  if  I 
was  a  harp  of  a  thousand  strings." 


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Summer  Care  of  Infants  and  Children 

By  Dr.  George  E.  Smith 


MUCH  may  be  said  of  the  proper 
handling  of  the  babies  and  older 
children  during  the  summer 
months.  A  few  instructions  are  given 
below.  The  one  point  the  writer  wishes 
to  emphasize  above  all  others,  however,  is 
this — that  the  infants  and  children  should 
be  placed  first,  or  at  least  g:iven  more  con- 
sideration when  the  plans  for  the  sum- 
mer outings  are  being  made.  Too  often 
the  adults  plan  for  themselves  and  leave 
to  chance  the  fitting  in  of  the  children 
to  the  arrangements  of  the  summer. 
Never  was  a  greater  mistake  made.  Chil- 
dren refuse  to  fit  in  to  chance  environ- 
ments. Th^y  are  the  ones  to  plan  for. 
Adults  are  accustomed  to  fitting  in — not 
the  children.  The  latter  need  freedom 
from  restraint,  places  to  exercise  the  body 
properly,  an  opportunity  to  use  their 
lungs,  proper  food  and  hygienic  surround- 
ings, and  greatest  of  all,  a  chance  to  romp 
and  play  with  their  parents,  if  they  are  to 
grow  up  strong,  unhampered  boys  and 
girls.  Take  your  children  where  you  can 
have  them  to  yourself.  Avoid  places 
where  you  have  to  expose  them  to  the 
influences  and  unthoughtful  kindness  of 
strangers.  Put  your  children  first,  con- 
sider their  welfare,  health  and  training, 
which  are  of  more  importance  to  you 
than  the  comfort  of  the  stranger  next 
door. 

Aim  to  start  them  out  in  life  with  a 
sound  mind  in  a  sound  body.  The  founda- 
tion is  laid  when  they  are  young.  The 
summer  vacation  often  undermines  that 
foundation  unless  you  are  careful  and  un- 
selfish. Before  deciding  where  you  shall 
go,  find  out  about  the  milk  supply  and  as 
to  whether  fresh  vegetables  may  be  ob- 
tained. If  you  have  to  go  to  an  hotel, 
choose  the  one  that  has  a  dining  room  for 
children  and  that  tries  in  other  ways,  such 
as  suitable  playgrounds,  playrooms,  shal- 
low beaches,  etc.,  to  meet  the  demands  of 
their  younger  and  more  important  visi- 
tors. 

THE  BABY. 

BATHING. 

Every  baby  should,  of  course,  be  given 
a  bath  in  warm  water  every  day  through- 
out the  year.  In  the  hot  summer  months 
the  skin  is  much  more  active,  throwing  off 
the  waste  products  than  in  the  cooler 
months,  so  that  to  keep  the  pores  open 
and  performing  this  function  properly,  a 
second  bath  should  always  be  given  in 
the  evening.    This  not  only  freshens  and 


invigorates  the  skin,  but  has  a  soothing 
effect  on  the  infant  tending  to  cause  a 
restful  sleep.  Besides  the  excessive  pers- 
piration, the  baby  often  suffers  from 
prickly  heat.  For  the  latter  try  sponging 
two  or  three  times  daily  with  a  cool  solu- 
tion of  bicarbonate  of  soda  (baking  soda 
will  do)  in  water,  using  one  teaspoonful 
of  soda  to  each  pint  of  water. 

CLOTHING 

Remember  that  loose  clothing  keeps  the 
child  comfortable  and  allows  proper 
growth.  Do  not  hamper  with  an  unneces- 
sary weight.  They  should  be  warm,  but 
not  warm  enough  to  cause  perspiration. 
Let  them  be  clean,  light  and  suspended 
from  the  shoulders.  '  A  napkin,  a  muslin 
slip,  a  loosely  knitted  band  are  all  that 
is  required  in  very  hot  days. 

AIRING. 
Fresh  air  and  sunshine  are  of  as  much 
importance  as  food.  Have  the  baby  sleep 
outside  on  a  shaded  verandah  or  under  a 
tree.  If  in  a  room,  have  all  the  windows 
open.  Use  netting  to  keep  off  flies  and 
mosquitoes,  so  that  the  child  will  not  be 
disturbed.  On  the  hot  days,  keep  the 
child  out  of  the  direct  glare  of  the  sun. 
Use  the  shaded  sides  of  the  streets  and 
keep  in  the  parks  when  out,  as  much  as 
possible.  Let  the  baby  develop  its  powers 
of  initiative  by  playing  alone  outdoors  or 
in  large  well-aired  rooms. 

FEEDING. 

During  the  first  fifteen  months  of  life, 
the  digestive  apparatus  is  working  under 
full  speed.  Just  think,  an  infant  in  six 
months  usually  doubles  its  weight,  and  by 
the  end  of  a  year  triples  it.  Such  a  rapid 
increase  in  growth  occurs  at  no  other  time 
in  life.  In  the  summer  months,  the  diges- 
tive system  does  not  work  as  well  as  in 
the  winter  months.  Less  food  is  handled 
properly  and  there  is  less  gain  in  weight. 
One  must  remember  this  and  always  give 
weaker  milkr  mixtures  in  bottle-fed  babies 
and  a  shorter  nursing  period  in  the 
breast-fed  infants.  A  reduction  of  15- 
25%  is  usually  necessary.  By  reducing 
the  food  thus  to  the  infant's  working  ca- 
pacity, one  does  not  run  so  much  risk  of 
having  intestinal  disorders.  Later  on, 
moreover,  the  gain  in  weight  will  be  all 
that  is  desired.  This  must  be  thought  of 
in  the  handling  of  difficult  feeding  cases, 
where  the  weight  is  stationary  or  gaining 
very  slowly.  Such  babies  usually  do 
much  better  when  the  fall  weather  comes. 


The  reduction  in  actual  food  is  compen- 
sated for  in  a  measure  by  an  increased 
water  intake.  Frequent  drinks  of  cooled 
boiled  water  should  be  given  between 
meals.  As  long  as  there  is  a  water-free 
interval  one  hour  before  and  after  feed- 
ing, any  amount  may  be  given  in  the  re- 
maining time. 

MILK    SUPPLY 

Sometimes  in  the  country,  one  is  able 
to  obtain  a  milk  comparable  to  our  certi- 
fied milk,  by  making  special  arrangements 
with  the  farmer.  This  is  done  by  supply- 
ing him  with  quart  bottles  into  which  the 
milk  is  strained  (using  absorbent  cot- 
ton) as  soon  as  the  cow  is  milked,  the 
bottles  being  then  corked  and  placed  in  a 
pail  of  cracked  ice.  Previous  to  milking 
the  udders  are  washed  and  wiped  off 
with  a  cloth.  The  first  jets  of  milk  are 
allowed  to  escape  by  the  milker,  whose 
hands  should  be  washed  before  beginning 
his  work.  Although  one  is  not  able  to 
have  this  done  in  all  cases,  still  it  is 
possible  to  get  good  milk  by  expending 
a  little  time  and  money. 

However,  all  reasonably  clean  milk  is 
made  perfectly  safe  by  boiling  for  ten 
minutes.  It  is  then  cooled  off  as  rapidly 
as  possible,  by  placing  the  dish  in  another 
filled  with  cold  or  ice  water,  changing  the 
latter  a  few  times  until  the  milk  is  cooled. 
The  milk  is  then  placed  in  a  bottle,  stop- 
pered and  put  on  ice.  If  no  ice  is  obtain- 
able, stand  the  milk  bottle  in  a  shallow 
dish  containing  about  one  inch  of  water. 
Place  one  end  of  a  piece  of  cheescloth  or 
old  toweling  in  the  water,  wrapping  the 
other  about  the  bottle  loosely.  By  capil- 
lary action  the  water  spreads  into  the 
cheesecloth  about  the  bottle.  In  the  pro- 
cess of  evaporation  of  the  water,  the  heat 
is  taken  from  the  bottle,  leaving  the  bottle 
cooler  than  it  was  before.  By  this  contin- 
uous process,  the  bottle  of  milk  may  be 
kept  sufficiently  cool.  This  is  the  prin- 
ciple employed  in  the  iceless  refrigerators 
coming  on  the  market  at  present. 

VOMITING    OR   DIARRHEA 

In  a  child  previously  normal,  one  must 
regard  vomiting  or  frequent  loose  green 
stools  as  a  danger  signal.  All  food  must 
be  stopped,  a  dose  of  castor  oil  given,  and 
nothing  given  but  cooled  boiled  water  for 
20  hours,  then  if  the  condition  is  im- 
proving satisfactorily  (i.e  ,  the  vomiting 
stopped  and  the  stools  becoming  normal) 
the  food  may  be  started  again,  using  only 
one-third   to   one-half   strength,    and   in- 


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creasing  very  slowly.  The  foods  should 
be  boiled  for  10  minutes.  In  cases  of 
breast-fed  infants,  allow  only  3-4  minutes 
nursing  at  first.  If  on  the  other  hand  the 
condition  is  not  improving  on  the  second 
day,  call  in  a  physician.  Don't  let  the 
disturbance  get  ahead  of  you. 

CONVULSIONS 

When  convulsions  occur  in  the  summer, 
the  cause  is  usually  traced  to  some  im- 
proper feeding.  The  child  is  at  once 
placed  in  a  mustard  bath.  The  tempera- 
ture of  the  water  should  be  about  105  deg., 
and  the  color  a  canary  yellow  (made  by 
placing  mustard  in  a  cheesecloth  bag  and 
flipping  through  the  water  as  one  would 
prepare  water  for  blueing  clothes) .  Two 
are  necessary  to  give  a  good  bath,  the  one 
holding  the  head  out  of  the  water  by  one 
hand,  with  the  other  assisting  the  second 
helper  to  rub  the  child  vigorously  until 
the  skin  becomes  reddened.  This  usually 
takes  about  2-3  minutes.  The  infant  is 
then  wrapped  in  a  warm  blanket  and  put 
in  bed.  The  next  step  is  to  clear  the 
bowels  of  all  foreign  material.  An  in- 
jection is  given  at  once,  followed  by  a 
dose  of  castor  oil  as  soon  as  the  infant 
can  swallow.  Return  to  food  should  be 
gradual.  If  the  convulsions  continue  or 
the  child  appears  ill  the  next  day  call  in 
a  physician. 

MOSQUITOES 

When  going  to  the  country  take  mos- 
quito netting  to  close  in  its  cot  and  win- 
dows of  the  house,  and  also  a  bottle  of 
carbolized  glycerine  water.  The  latter  is 
good  for  sunburn  and  all  kinds  of  irri- 
tating bites. 

TRAINING. 
Because  the  baby  cries,  a  little  more 
than  usual,  probably  because  of  the 
change,  etc.,  mothers  often  begin  to  feed 
the  infant  oftener  than  they  are  accus- 
tomed to.  This  leads  to  further  trouble. 
If  the  babe  is  restless  at  nights  give  it  a 
warm  sponge  bath  on  retiring.  On  no  ac- 
count break  away  from  the  regular  rou- 
tine. Let  the  neighbors  suffer,  not  the 
baby.  Because  of  the  fear  of  disturbing 
others,  this  rule  is  often  broken.  Go 
somewhere  where  you  can  treat  your 
children  as  they  are  treated  at  home. 


THE  OLDER  CHILDREN. 

INFAN^riLE    PARALYSIS 

There  is  every  probability  that  we  will 
see  more  cases  of  this  disease  through- 
out Canada  during  the  warm  months.  Do 
not  let  the  appearance  of  a  case  in  your 
neighborhood  stampede  you.  Remember 
that  there  is  far  more  chance  of  your  child 
having  measles  or  any  other  communic- 
able disease  than  there  is  of  it  being  af- 
flicted with  infantile  paralysis.  In  all  the 
epidemics  there  have  been  more  deaths 
from  the  common  contagious  diseases  than 
from  this  disease.  Know  how  it  comes 
on.  Don't  neglect  the  hygienic  precau- 
tion given  below.  Call  your  doctor  im- 
mediately on  any  appearance  of  acute  ill- 
ness. In  this  disease  even  more  than  in 
diphtheria,  an  early  diagnosis  is  neces- 
sary to  get  the  best  results. 

Infantile  paralysis  is  a  communicable 
disease.  The  organism  causing  it  enters 
the  system  by  way  of  the  nose  and  throat. 
After  gaining  access  to  the  blood,  it  local- 
izes in  the  spinal  cord  and  brain.  The 
early  symptoms  of  the  disease  are:  high 
fever,  vomiting  and  constipation,  sore 
throat,  drowsiness  or  extreme  irritability. 


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All  the  symptoms  are  not  present  in  each 
case,  usually  there  are  two  or  three.  All 
cases  should  be  quarantined  until  a  posi- 
tive diagnosis  is  made.  Use  the  same 
precaution  as  in  other  communicable  dis- 
ease. Ordinary  hygienic  precautions 
should  be  followed  at  all  times.  Wash  the 
hands  and  mouth  before  eating.  Do  not 
allow  your  child  to  be  kissc  .1.  Give  the 
child  a  bath  every  day.  Change  the 
clothes  in  contact  with  the  skin  often.  Do 
not  take  the  child  where  it  will  be  in 
crowded  rooms,  such  as  moving  picture 
shows,  closed  street  cars,  shopping,  etc. 
Keep  the  nose  clean  by  blowing  into  thin 
cloths  which  may  be  burned.  It  may  be 
washed  most  effectually  by  sponging  the 
face  and  nose  over  a  bathroom  basin  with 
hot  running  water.  Use  a  diluted  solution 
of  hydrogen  peroxide  to  wash  the  nose 
and  throat  daily. 

Eternal  vigilance  is  the  price  of  safety. 
Keep  a  clean  home,  clean  clothing  and  a 
clean  body.  Use  fresh  air,  sunshine,  soap 
and  water. 

As  stated  above  the  digestive  organs 
should  be  relieved  to  some  extent  in  the 
summer  months.  However,  this  season  is 
peculiarly  filled  with  conditions  and 
events  which  tend  to  cause  trouble..  All 
kinds  of  fruit  are  eaten.     Sometimes  it 


Poor  child !  She  has  S' 
a  delicate  appetite" 


What  the  "poor  child"  had 
eaten  since  lunch 


is  not  rjpe,  sometimes  too  ripe.'  Ice  cream 
is  offered  for  sale  at  every  turn.  Picnics 
are  not  complete  without  a  bountiful  sup- 
ply of  candies,  fruit,  etc.  To  deprive 
children  of  all  the  things  they  are  so 
fond  of  may  appear  inhuman.  Never- 
theless, parents  as  custodians  must  see 
that  their  children's  mode  of  life  is  such 
as  to  preserve  the  best  final  product.  Den- 
tists tell  us  that  excessive  sugars,  etc.,  in 
the  diet  have  a  very  destructive  action 
on  the  teeth.  It  is  well  known  that  the 
appetitie  is  spoiled  only  too  often  by  the 
use  of  excessive  sweets.  The  eating  be- 
tween meals  of  the  articles  mentioned 
causes  the  greatest  trouble.  There  should 
be  no  eating  between  meals.  The  stomach 
needs  a  rest.  It  was  not  built  to  operate 
all  the  time.  It  needs  the  food  properly 
masticated.  It  has  no  teeth.  Do  not  ex- 
pose your  child  to  the  danger  of  ice-cream 
cones  bought  haphazard  on  the  street, 
give  it  occasionally  as  a  treat  at  one  of 
the  regular  meals.  The  subject  is  well 
put  by  the  National  Child's  Welfare  As- 
sociation in  the  following  words:  , 
The  child  who  is  taught  to  eat — 

What  he  should. 

When  he  should' 

As  he  should, 
Is    gaining    both    physical    and    moral 
strength. 


Canada's  First  Woman  Member 


By  May  L.  Armitage 


OUT  of  the  turmoil  and  conflict  of 
the  recent  provincial  election  in 
Alberta  has  arisen  a  feature  which 
is  generally  pleasing  to  the  women  of 
tj»e  province  no  matter  with  which  party 
their  sympathy  lies  —  there  will  be  a 
woman  member  on  the  floor  of  the  House 
next  session,  the  first  woman  in  Canada 
to  sit  in  a  legislature,  a  non-partisan 
member,  too,  who,  if  we  forecast  events 
correctly  will  not  allow  her  vote  to  be 
swung  to  the  seats  of  the  mighty  because 
of  might,  but  who  will  stand  for  good, 
clean  administration  as  she  sees  it. 

Mrs.  Louise  C.  McKinney,  of  Clares- 
holm,  Alberta,  provincial  president  of  the 
Women's  Christian  Temperance  Union, 
is  this  woman,  and  very  modestly  she 
takes  her  new  honors.  In  speaking  of 
her  position  she  says: 

"I  am  such  an  ordinary  woman  that 
I  feel  quite  unworthy  of  being  the  re- 
cipient of  so  many  expressions  of  good 
will  as  are  showered  upon  me,  and  had  I 
realized  just  what  a  big  thing  I  was  un- 
dertaking I  fear  my  courage  would  have 
failed  me. 

"I  am  afraid  I  saw  only  this — someone 
was  needed  to  fill  a  gap,  and  for  many 
reasons  I  seemed  to  be  the  only  one  to 
fill  it;  the  people  in  this  locality  were 
looking  to  me,  and  to  refuse  the  call 
would  have  been  cowardly,  so  without 
thinking  of  my  being  the  first  woman, 
indeed,  without  specially  thinking  that  I 
was  a  woman  at  all,  but  just  a  citizen 
who  felt  the  call  of  duty,  I  consented  to 
become  a  candidate  in  the  face  of  oppo- 
sition that  seemed  to  promise  certain 
defeat." 

This  then  is  the  spirit  in  which  the 
first  woman  legislator  is  entering  on  her 


new  duties,  and  it  looks  well  for  a  good 
beginning.  Mrs.  McKinney  certainly  has 
the  confidence  of  her  constituency  for, 
notwithstanding  the  strong  opposition  she 
mentions,  she  was  returned  by  a  splendid 
majority.  The  rural  vote  was  behind  her 
almost  to  a  man— not  to  say  a  woman — 
and  there  was  a  very  heavy  vote  polled 
all  around,  showing  the  keen  interest 
taken. 

IN  speaking  of  the  woman's  vote  Mrs. 
McKinney  says:  "While  many  of  the 
women   voted   along  party  lines,  by   no 


Mrs.   Louise   C.  McKinney. 


means  all  of  them  voted  with  their  hus- 
bands; considerable  independence  of 
thought  was  shown." 

This  state  of  affairs,  by  the  way,  held 
sway  in  the  election  in  the  larger  cen- 
tres of  Alberta,  particularly.  Sanguine 
pHople  who  imagined  the  women  would 
swallow  campaign  speeches  without  ques- 
tion, and  take  ready-made  opinions  from 
the  male  members  of  the  family  had 
occasion  to  change  their  minds.  In  the 
rural  districts,  the  three  weeks  allowed 
after  the  election  writs  were  issued,  gave 
very  short  time  for  the  burning  ques- 
tions of  the  day  to  be  discussed,  and 
for  speakers  to  lay  their  different  plat- 
forms before  the  women,  particularly  as 
the  farmers  were  in  the  very  midst  of 
seeding.  The  new  voters  were  just  as 
keen  to  use  their  franchise,  however,  and 
when  another  election  day  comes  around 
with  its  larger  chances  for  political  edu- 
cation, the  women's  vote  is  likely  to  leave 
a  more  distinct  stamp  upon  the  election 
than  in  this  last  one. 

To  return  to  Mrs.  McKinney,  however, 
she  has  friends  up  and  down  the  length 
and  breadth  of  Alberta  on  account  of  her 
W.C.T.U.  work.  She  has  been  indefatig- 
ible  along  these  lines;  from  the  inception 
of  the  temperance  movement  in  the 
United  States,  where  she  tatight  school  in 
North  Dakota,  she  has  been  affiliated  with 
the  movement  and  given  of  her  time  and 
energy  to  it.  Coming  to  Alberta  in  1903 
she  at  once  found  work  for  her  ready 
hands,  and  was  connected  with  the  pro- 
vincial W.C.T.U.  from  its  very  begin- 
ning, first  as  recording  secretary,  then 
as     corresponding     secretary,     for     nine 


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years     Provincial     president,     and     for 
seven  years  Dominion  vice-president. 

During  the  prohibition  campaign  in 
Alberta  Mrs.  McKinney  delivered  about 
seventy-five  addresses  in  different  parts 
of  the  province,  but  when  one  asks  her 
to  see  press  notices  she  just  says:  "I 
didn't  keep  any  record  of  what  the  press 
was  saying — I  hadn't  time."  Surely  the 
first  woman  member  of  the  House  can- 
not be  accused  of  vanity  whatever  faults 
or  virtues  may  be  laid  at  her  door.  Mrs. 
McKinney  terms  herself  a  "home  woman" 
first  of  all,  speaking  of  her  public  work 
as  being  very  limited  and  unpretentious, 
though  her  friends  speak  of  it  in  vastly 
different  terms,  she  is  a  most  fluent 
speaker,  and  while  neither  an  orator  nor 
an  entertainer,  she  stays  with  her  point 
till  she  makes  it  and  till  she  leaves  a  last- 
ing impression  on  the  minds  of  her 
hearers.  She  is  exceedingly  strong- 
minded  and  a  born  organizer,  the  won- 
derful election  vote  of  confidence  her 
home  people  gave  her  showing  that  even 
in  her  own  constituency  she  is  a  "prophet 
with  honor." 

MRS.  McKINNEY  is  an  Eastern  On- 
tario woman.  The  people  of  Brock- 
ville  remember  her  as  Louise  Crummy, 
born  there  in  1868.  After  her  sojourn 
in  North  Dakota  she  was  married  in 
1896,  living  in  Claresholm,  Alberta,  since 
coming  to  the  province  with  her  husband. 
Mrs.  McKinney  has  seen  enough  plat- 
forms and  faced  enough  big  issues  not 
to  let  the  provincial  problems  of  Alberta 
stampede  her.  After  she  asks  a  question 
in  the  House  she  will  demand  an  answer, 
and  keep  on  demanding  it  till  she  gets  it, 
and  the  question  is  liable  to  be  very  much 
to  the  point,  too.  The  political  "heelers" 
are  likely  to  have  a  cool  reception  in  the 
ante  room  from  the  woman  member.  Go- 
ing into  politics  in  the  spirit  in  which  this 
woman  has  entered  them,  with  the  re- 
cords behind  her  which  she  has  left,  with 
the  all-important  mission  of  blazing  the 
trail  of  precedent  as  the  first  woman 
member  of  any  legislature  in  the  Domin- 
ion of  Canada,  the  people  of  Alberta  feel 
sure  that  we  can  trust  Mrs.  McKinney 
to  live  up  to  the  high  calling  of  her  office. 
Her  duties  will  be  arduous,  her  posi- 
tion no  doubt  trying.  Probably  every 
woman's  society  in  Alberta  with  a  griev- 
ance to  air  will  make  the  woman  mem- 
ber's letter  box  its  clearing  house;  im- 
possible bills  will  be  drafted  for  her 
"mothering";  stringent  reforms  which 
would  defeat  their  own  ends  will  be 
sternly  demanded  of  her,  but,  have  a 
look  in  Mrs.  McKinney's  eyes  again!  Is 
she,  think  you,  going  to  be  at  the  beck 
and  call  of  the  multitude?  Will  she  make 
her  decisions  without  mature  reflection, 
and  much  weighing  in  the  scales  of  judg- 
ment? Alberta  is  looking  forward  to 
the  next  session  of  the  House  for  a  real 
demonstration  of  non-partisan  politics  as 
far  as  that  achievement  lies  within 
human  accomplishment  by  Mrs.  McKin- 
ney, and  Alberta,  we  think,  will  not  be 
disappointed. 


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of  "The  Master  Smuggler."  It  will 
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IN  THESE  days  when  sugar  is  so  ex- 
pensive, it  is  encouraging  to  know 
that  most  canning  and  preserving  re- 
cipes call  for  altogether  too  much  sugar. 
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keep  just  as  well  if  less  sugar  is  used. 

In  the  old  days  when  one  could  get  from 
twenty  to  twenty-five  pounds  of  sugar 
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from  the  home  maple  orchard,  the  good 
housewives  used  to  vie  with  each  other 
in  using  a  great  quantity  of  sugar.  There 
seemed  to  prevail  the  impression  that  the 
more  sugar  one  used,  the  "classier"  she 
was.  I  can  think  of  no  other  word  so 
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are  so   saccharine-sweet. 

To-day,  when  sugar  is  so  expensive,  it 
is  just  as  well  to  "put  up,"  that  is,  can, 
fruit  as  to  preserve  them,  for  the  regula- 
tion fruit  preserves  and  nearly  half  sugar 
are  decidedly  expensive. 

Many  people  are  of  the  belief  that  the 
sugar  preserves  the  fruit.  It  is  thorough 
sterilization  and  then  air-tight  sealing 
that  makes  the  fruit  keep  almost  inde- 
finitely, so  that  by  lessening  the  amount 
of  sugar  used  you  do  not  endanger  the 
keeping  qualities. 

The  first  step  is  to  examine  the  jars 
and  see  that  there  is  no  defect  in  them, 
not  the  slightest  crack,  as  this  will  admit 
air  and  spoil  the  contents.  It  is  more  eco- 
nomical to  throw  away  an  imperfect  jar 
and  buy  a  new  one,  than  to  use  it,  as  the 
chances  are  the  imperfect  jar  will  mean 
the  loss  of  your  fruit,  sugar  and  labor  in 
canning  it.  Sterilization  kills  molds,  bac- 
teria and  spores,  the  low  forms  of  vege- 
table life  that  destroy  fruit  and  vege- 
tables. Never  economize  on  rubber  rings. 
Use  new  ones  each  year  as  the  old  ones 
will  crack  and  being  hard  will  not  keep 
out  the  air. 

To  sterilize  the  jars  have  two  pans  par- 
tially filled  with  cold  water.  Place  some 
jars  in  one,  laying  them  on  the  side,  and 
some  covers  in  the  other  pan.  Place  these 
pans  on  stove  and  heat  water  to  boiling 
point.  Keep  them  boiling  fifteen  minutes. 
Have  a  large  dish  pan  on  the  stove  with 
boiling  water,  and  in  this  sterilize  spoons, 
strainers,  cups,  funnels  and  all  utensils 
used  in  canning.  You  cannot  be  too  care- 
ful, in  order  to  insure  a  stock  of  fruit  that 
will  keep. 

When  ready  to  fill,  remove  jar  from 
boiling  water  with  skimmer,  set  upright 
in  pan,  fill  with  prepared  fruit  to  over- 
flowing, pack  down  with  silver  knife  or 
spoon,  wipe  rim  of  jar,  dip  rubber  band 
in  boiling  water  and  put  it  smoothly  on 
jar,  then  put  on  cover  and  fasten.  Fruit 
must  be  boiling  hot-  and  work  must  be-^ 
done  rapidly.  Wipe  jars  and  set  aside 
to  cool.  If  screw  tops  are  used,  tighten 
again  when  cool  as  the  glass  will  con- 
tract. If  canning  by  means  of  boiling 
the  fruit  in  cans  the  only  difference  is 
to  fill  the  hot  clean  jars  with  fruit  and 
close,  then  place  in  boiling  water  and  let 
boil   for   an   hour.      Careful   housewives 


By  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Atwood 

prefer  to  repeat  this  boiling  process  a 
second  time  after  the  jar  of  fruit  has  only 
partially  cooled. 

ALL  fruits  should  be  freshly  picked. 
No  imperfect  fruit  should  be  canned. 
Gnarly  fruit  may  be  used  for  jellies  or 
marmalades  by  cutting  out  defective  por- 
tions. Bruised  spots  should  be  cut  out 
of  peaches  and  pears. 

When  fruit  is  brought  into  the  house 
put  it  where  it  will  keep  cool  and  crisp 
until  you  are  ready  to  use  it. 

Prepare  only  as  much  fruit  as  can  be 
cooked  while  it  still  retains  its  color  and 
crispness.  Before  beginning  to  pare 
fruit  have  the  sugar  weighed  or  mea- 
sured. 

Decide  upon  the  amount  of  fruit  you 
will  cook  at  one  time,  then  have  two  bowls 
—one  for  the  sugar  and  one  for  the  fruit 
— that  will  hold  just  the  quantity  of  each. 
As  the  fruit  is  pared  or  hulled,  as  the  case 
may  be,  drop  it  into  its  measuring  bowl. 
When  the  measure  is  full  put  the  fruit 
and  sugar  in  the  preserving  kettle.  While 
this  is  cooking  another  measure  may  be 
prepared,  put  in  the  second  preserving 
kettle.  In  this  way  the  fruit  is  cooked 
quickly  and  put  in  the  jars  and  sealed  at 
once,  leaving  the  pans  ready  to  sterilize 
another  set  of  jars. 

All  large,  hard  fruit  must  be  washed 
before  paring.  Quinces  should  be  rubbed 
with  a  coarse  towel  before  they  are 
washed. 

If  berries  must  be  washed,  do  the 
work  before  stemming  or  hulling  them. 
The  best  way  to  wash  berries  is  to  put  a 
small  quantity  into  a  colander  and  pour 
cold  water  over  them;  then  turn  them 
on  a  sieve  to  drain.  All  this  work  must 
be  done  quickly  that  the  fruit  may  not 
absorb  much  water. 

Do  not  use  the  fingers  for  hulling 
strawberries. 

If  practical  pare  fruit  with  a  silver 
knife,  so  as  not  to  stain  or  darken  the 
product.  The  quickest  and  easiest  way 
to  peel  peaches  is  to  drop  them  into  boil- 
ing water  for  a  few  minutes.  Have  a 
deep  kettle  a  little  more  than  half  full 
of  boiling  water;  fill  a  wire  basket  with 
peaches;  put  a  long-handled  spoon  under 
the  handle  of  the  basket  and  lower  into 
the  boiling  water.  At  the  end  of  three 
minutes  lift  the  basket  out  by  slipping  the 
spoon  under  the  handle.  Plunge  the 
basket  for  a  moment  into  a  pan  of  cold 
water.  Let  the  peaches  drain  a  minute, 
then  peel.  Plums  and  tomatoes  may  be 
peeled  in  the  same  manner. 

PEACHES  may  be  canned  whole  or  in 
halves.  If  in  halves,  remove  nearly  all 
the  stones.  For  the  sake  of  the  flavor,  a 
few  stones  should  be  put  in  each  jar. 

When  preparing  cherries,  plums,  or 
crab  apples,  for  canning  or  preserving, 
the  stem  or  a  part  of  it  may  be  left  on  the 
fruit. 

When  the  jelly  is  to  be  made  from  any 
of  the  large  fruits  the  important  part 
of  the  preparation  is  to  have  the  fruit 
washed  clean,  then  to  remove  the  stem 
and  the  blossom  end.  Nearly- all  the  large 
fruits  are  better  for  having  the  skin  left 
on.    Apples  and  pears  need  not  be  cored. 


There  is  so  much  gummy  substance  in  the 
cores  of  quinces  that  it  is  best  not  to  use 
this  portion  in  making  fine  jelly. 

Following  are  some  of  the  standard 
rules  for  canning  fruits: 

RASPBERRIES  OR  BLACKBERRIES. 

12  quarts  of  raspberries  or  blackberries. 

1%  quarts  sugar. 
Put  two  quarts  of  the  fruit  in  the  pre- 
serving kettle;  heat  slowly  on  the  stove; 
crush  with  a  wooden  vegetable  masher; 
spread  a  square  of  cheesecloth  over  a 
bowl,  and  turn  the  crushed  berries  and 
juice  into  it.  Press  ovit  the  juice,  which 
turn  into  the  preserving  kettle.  Add  the 
sugar  and  put  on  the  stove;  stir  until 
the  sugar  is  dissolved.  '  When  the  syrup 
begins  to  boil,  add  the  remaining  10 
quarts  of  berries.  Let  them  heat  slowly. 
Boil  ten  minutes,  counting  from  the  time 
they  begin  to  bubble.  Skim  well  while 
boiling.    Put  in  cans  and  seal  as  directed. 

CURRANTS. 

12   quarts   currants. 
2  quarts  sugar. 
Treat  the  same  as  for  raspberries. 

RIPE    GOOSEBERRIES. 

6  quarts  of  berries. 
1  quart  sugar. 
%    pint   water. 
Dissolve  the  sugar  in  the  water,  then 
add  the  fruit  and  cook  fifteen  minutes. 

BLUEBERRIES. 

12  quarts  of  berries. 

1%  pints  sugar. 

1  pint  water. 
Put  water,  berries,   and   sugar  in  the 
preserving  kettle;  heat  slowly.     Boil  fif- 
teen minutes,  counting  from  the  time  the 
contents  of  the  kettle  begin  to  bubble. 

CHERRIES. 

6  quarts  of  cherries. 

1  quart  of  sugar. 

Vi  pint  water. 
Measure  the  cherries  after  the  stems 
have  been  removed.  Be  careful  to  save 
all  the  juice.  Put  the  sugar  and  water 
in  the  preserving  kettle  and  stir  over  the 
fire  until  the  sugar  is  dissolved.  Put  in 
the  cherries  and  heat  slowly  to  the  boil- 
ing point.  Boil  ten  minues,  skimming 
carefully. 

GRAPES. 

6  quarts  of  grapes. 

1%   pints  of  sugar. 

1  gill  of  water. 
Squeeze  the  pulp  of  the  grapes  out  of  the 
skins.  Cook  the  pulp  five  minutes  and 
then  rub  through  a  sieve  that  is  fine 
enough  to  hold  back  the  seeds.  Put  the 
water,  skins,  and  pulp  into  the  preserving 
kettle  and  heat  slowly  to  the  boiling  point. 
Skim  the  fruit  and  then  add  the  sugar. 
Boil  fifteen  minutes. 

RHUBARB. 

Cut  the  rhubarb  when  it  is  young  and 
tender.  Wash  it  thoroughly  and  then 
pare;  cut  into  pieces  about  two  inches 
long.  Pack  in  sterilized  jars.  Fill  the 
jars  to  overflowing  with  cold  water  and 
let  them   stand   ten   minutes.     Drain   off 


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the  water  and  fill  again  to  overflowing 
with  fresh  cold  water.  Seal  with  steril- 
ized rings  and  covers.  When  required  for 
use,  treat  the  same  as  fresh  rhubarb. 

Green  gooseberries  may  be  canned  in 
the  same  manner.  Rhubarb  may  be 
cooked  and  canned  with  sugar  in  the  same 
manner  as  gooseberries,  but  it  is  poor 
economy. 

PEACHES. 

8  quarts  of  peaches. 
IV2   pints  of  sugar. 

3  quarts  of  water. 

Put  the  sugar  and  water  together  and 
stir  over  the  fire  until  the  sugar  is  dis- 
solved. When  the  syrup  boils  skim  it. 
Draw  the  kettle  back  where  the  syrup  will 
keep  hot  but  not  boil. 

Put  a  layer  of  the  prepared  fruit  into 
the  preserving  kettle  and  cover  with  some 
of  the  hot  syrup.  When  the  fruit  begins 
to  boil,  skim  carefully.  Boil  gently  for 
ten  minutes,  then  put  in  the  jars  and 
seal.  If  the  fruit  is  not  fully  ripe  it  may 
require  a  little  longer  time  to  cook.  It 
should  be  so  tender  that  it  may  be  pierced 
easily  with  a  silver  fork.  It  is  best  to 
put  only  one  layer  of  fruit  in  the  preserv- 
ing kettle.  While  this  is  cooking  the  fruit 
for  the  next  batch  may  be  pared. 

PEARS. 
If  the  fruit  is  ripe  it  may  be  treated  the 
same  as  peaches.  If,  on  the  other  hand, 
it  is  rather  hard  it  must  be  cooked  until 
so  tender  that  a  silver  fork  will  pierce 
it  readily. 

QUINCES. 

4  quarts   of  pared,   cored   and   quartered 
quinces. 

1  quart  of  sugar. 

2  quarts  of  water. 

Rub  the  fruit  hard  with  a  coarse, 
■crash  towel,  then  wash  and  drain.  Pare, 
quarter,  and  core;  drop  the  pieces  into 
cold  water.  Put  the  fruit  in  the  preserv- 
ing kettle  with  cold  water  to  cover  it  gen- 
erously. Heat  slowly  and  simmer  gently 
until  tender.  The  pieces  will  not  all  re- 
quire the  same  time  to  cook.  Take  each 
piece  up  as  soon  as  it  is  so  tender  that  a 
silver  fork  will  pierce  it  readily.  Drain 
on  a  platter.  Strain  the  water  in  which 
the  fruit  was  cooked  through  cheesecloth. 
Put  two  quarts  of  the  strained  liquid  and 
the  sugar  into  the  preserving  kettle;  stir 
over  the  fire  until  the  sugar  is  dissolved. 
When  it  boils  skim  well  and  put  in  the 
cooked  fruit.  Boil  gently  for  about  twenty 
minutes. 


CRAB   APPLES. 

6  quarts  of  apples. 

1  quart  of  sugar. 

2  quarts  of  water. 

Put  the  sugar  and  water  into  the  pre- 
serving kettle.  Stir  over  the  fire  untjl 
the  sugar  is  dissolved.  When  the  syrup 
boils    skim    it. 

Wash  the  fruit,  rubbing  the  blossom 
end  well.  Put  it  in  the  boiling  syrup  and 
cook  gently  until  tender.  It  will  take 
from  twenty  to  fifty  minutes,  depending 
upon  the  hardness  of  the  apples. 

PLUMS. 

8  quarts  of  plums. 

IH  quarts  of  sugar. 

1  pint  of  water. 
Nearly  all  kinds  of  plums  can  be  cooked 
with  the  skins  on.  If  it  is  desired  to  re- 
move the  skin  of  any  variety,  plunge  them 
in  boiling  water  for  a  few  minutes.  When 
the  skins  are  left  on,  prick  them  thor- 
oughly to  prevent  bursting. 

Put  the  sugar  and  water  into  the  pre- 
serving kettle  and  stir  over  the  fire  until 
the  sugar  is  dissolved.  Wash  and  drain 
the  plums.  Put  some  of  the  fruit  in  the 
boiling  syrup.  Do  not  crowd  it.  Cook 
five  minutes;  fill  and  seal  the  jars.  Put 
more  fruit  in  the  syrup.  Continue  in 
this  manner  until  all  the  fruit  is  done.  It 
may  be  that  there  will  not  be  sufficient 
syrup  toward  the  latter  part  of  the  work ; 
for  this  reason  it  is  well  to  have  a  little 
extra  syrup  on  the  back  of  the  stove. 

STEWED    TOMATOES. 

Wash  the  tomatoes  and  plunge  into 
boiling  water  for  five  minutes.  Pare  and 
slice,  and  then  put  into  the  preserving 
kettle;  set  the  kettle  on  an  iron  ring. 
Heat  the  tomatoes  slowly,  stirring  fre- 
quently from  the  bottom.  Boil  for  thirty 
minutes.  Put  in  sterilized  jars  and  seal. 
Use  no  sugar. 

PRESERVES 

While  it  is  far  more  expensive  to.  pre- 
serve than  to  can  fruit  because  of  the 
amount  of  sugar  necessary,  there  are  al- 
ways special  occasions  in  the  home  when 
it  is  desirable  to  have  them  on  hand. 
Here  are  a  few  of  the  more  desirable  pre- 
serves. 

STRAWBERRIES. 

Use  equal  weights  of  sugar  and  straw- 
berries. Put  the  strawberries  in  the  pre- 
serving kettle  in  layers,  sprinkle  sugar 
over  each   layer.     The  fruit  and  sugar 


should  not  be  more  than  4  inches  deep. 
Place  the  kettle  on  the  stove  and  heat  the 
fruit  and  sugar  slowly  to  the  boiling 
point.  When  it  begins  to  boil  skim  care- 
fully. Boil  ten  minutes,  counting  from 
the  time  the  fruit  begins  to  bubble.  Pour 
the  cooked  fruit  into  platters,  having  it 
about  2  or  3  inches  deep.  Place  the  plat- 
ters in  a  sunny  window,  in  an  unused 
room,  for  three  days.  In  that  time  the 
fruit  will  grow  plump  and  firm,  and  the 
syrup  will  thicken  almost  to  a  jelly.  Put 
this  preserve,  cold,  into  jars  or  tumblers. 

WHITE    CURRANTS. 

Select  large,  firm  fruit,  remove  the 
stems,  and  proceed  as  for  strawberries. 

CHERRIES. 

The  sour  cherries  are  best  for  this  pre- 
serve. Remove  the  stems  and  stones  from 
the  cherries  and  proceed  as  for  straw- 
berry preserve. 

PLUM   PRESERVE. 

4  quarts  greengages. 
2  quarts  of  sugar. 

1  pint  of  water. 

Prick  the  fruit  and  put  it  in  a  preserv- 
ing kettle.  Cover  generously  with  cold 
water.  Heat  to  the  boiling  point  and  boil 
gently  for  five  minutes.     Drain  well. 

Put  the  sugar  and  water  in  a  preserving 
kettle  and  stir  over  the  fire  tintil  the 
sugar  is  dissolved.  Boil  five  minutes, 
skimming  well.  Put  the  drained  green- 
gages in  this  syrup  and  cook  gently  for 
twenty  minutes.     Put  in  sterilized  jars.' 

Other  plums  may  be  preserved  in  the 
same  manner.  The  skins  should  be  re- 
moved from  white  plums. 

QUINCES. 

4   quarts  of  pared,  quartered   and   cored 
quinces. 

2  quarts  of  sugar. 
1  quart  of  water. 

Boil  the  fruit  in  clear  water  until  it  is 
ten'der,  then  skim  out  and  drain. 

Put  the  sugar  and  one  quart  of  .water 
in  the  preserving  kettle;  stir  until  the 
sugar  is  dissolved.  Let  it  heat  slowly  to 
the  boiling  point.  Skim  well  and  boil 
twenty  minutes.  Pour  one-half  of  the 
syrup  into  a  second  kettle.  Put  one-half 
of  the  cooked  and  drained  fruit  into  each 
kettle.  Simmer  gently  for  half  an  hour, 
then  put  in  sterilized  jars.  The  water  in 
which  the  fruit  was  boiled  can  be  used 
with  the  paring*,  cores,  and  gnarly  fruit 
to  make  jelly. 


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Contents  for  September 


special  Articles 
FEDERATION  AFTER  THE  WAR  ?     -      -      -      -        Lord  Northcliflfe     13 

Photograph 

HOW  FIVE  MEN  WENT  FISHING        -      -      -       -       Stephen  Leacock    21 

Illustrated  by  F.  Horsman-Varley 

CROSS  CURRENTS  IN  WAR' PREPARATIONS    -      -  Agnes  C.  Laui     27 

Illustrated  by  D.  Howchin 

THE  SMUGGLER  AND  HIS  REMARKABLE  DRUM    -      J.  D.  Ronald    34 

Special  Drawings 

A  FRANK  TALK  ABOUT  THE  WAR      -       -         John  Bayne  Maclean     37 

Special  Drawings 

Fiction 
A  FLUTTER  IN  DIAMONDS A.  C.  Allenson     15 

Illustrated  by  Dudley  Ward 

THEIR  TENTS  LIKE  THE  ARABS       ...      -   Hopkins  Moorhouse     18 

Illustrated  by  Arthur  Heming 

THE  GUN  BRAND James  B.  Hendryx     24 

Illustrated  by  Harry  C.  Edwards 

THEIR  WIVES  WENT  ALONG W.  W.  Jacobs    30 

Illustrated  by  Lou  Skiice. 

THE  RUBIES  OF  PERAK Harold  McGrath    39 

Illustrated  by  Ben  Ward 

Special  Department  jJrticles 

THE  BUSINESS  OUTLOOK 6 

THE  INVESTMENT  SITUATION         - 8 

THE  POLICY  HOLDER  AND  RAILROAD  BONDS      -      -  7 

THE  REVIEW  OF  REVIEWS  -      -    Begins  44 

Women  and  Their  Work 

HOW  I  KEEP  EXPENSES  DOWN Kate  Kearney  92 

THE  CARE  OF  CHILDREN By  Child's  Specialist  94 

COOKING  THE  CHEAPER  CUTS        ....     Elizabeth  Atwood  95 


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Have  heat 
where  you 
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The  value  of  heating  ap- 
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by  the  volume  of  heat  gen- 
erated in  your  cellar,  but 
by  the  volume  of  heat  de- 
livered at  the  farthest 
point  from  the  apparatus. 
You  find  in  many  homes 
"cold  rooms"  and  "warm 
rooms."  This  unhealthy 
condition  is  due  largely  to 
lack  of  control  of  the  heat 
produced. 

In  the  Kelsey  Warm  Air  Gen- 
erator production  and  control 
of  heat  is  reduced  to  a 
science.  By  virtue  of  the 
peculiar  formation  of  the  fire- 
pot  a  constant  supply  of 
warmed  fresh  air  is  always 
available.  Rooms  at  some 
distance  from  the  Generator 
or  so  situated  as  to  seem  hard 
to  heat  can  be  brought  to  the 
same  temperature  as  the  rest 
of  the  house  through  the 
agency  of  the  Patent  Positive 
Attachments.  These  attach- 
ments (see  illustration  be- 
low) divert  the  desired 
volume  of  warmed  air  to  any 
room  without  affecting  the 
temperature  of  the  rest  of  the 
house. 

A  "Kelsey"  gives  you  heat 
when  and  where  you  need  it. 

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THE  crop  situation  holds  the  centre 
of  interest  at  the  present  moment. 
A  month  ago  it  looked  as  though  the 
country  would  show  bumper  yields  in  most 
crops,  but  conditions  since  have  not  been 
as  favorable  as  had  been  hoped.  The  lack 
of  rain,  both  east  and  west,  but  especially 
in  the  West,  has  been  a  deterrent  feature. 
As  it  is,  however,  the  outlook  is  a  hopeful 
one,  and  it  is  assured  that  the  total  pro- 
duction will  show  a  substantial  increase 
over  1916,  though  it  may  not  equal  the 
record  of  1915.  The  outlook  is  sufficient- 
ly good  to  justify  an  optimistic  view- 
point. Oats,  barley,  rye,  hay,  beans  and 
potatoes  have  increased  acreage  all  over 
Canada,  and  at  present  writing  better 
than  a  normal  yield  is  promised  in  all 
lines.  It  follows  that  the  food  supply  de- 
rivable from  these  crops  will  be  largely 
in  excess  of  last  year's,  probably  the  total 
will  be  the  largest  on  record.  Wheat  will 
probably  be  about  the  same  as  last  year. 
Some  reports  indicate  a  slight  increase, 
but  it  is  too  early  to  speak  confidently 
on  that  score,  and  the  best  advices  do  not 
hold  out  hope  of  any  increase. 

However,  the  outstanding  fact  is  that 
crops  are  good.  Canada  has  not  produced 
the  hugely  increased  food  supply  that  was 
so  vehemently  demanded  in  the  early 
months  of  the  year.  Considering,  how- 
ever, the  shortage  of  labor  and  the  un- 
favorable weather  conditions  which  have 
prevailed  at  certain  stages,  we  have  not 
done  badly.  It  must  be  borne  in  mind 
also  that  the  vegetable  yield  of  city  back- 
yards and  corner  plots  will  be  no  incon- 
siderable factor.  There  will  be  an  abund- 
ance of  potatoes,  beans,  tomatoes,  tur- 
nips and  carrots.  It  is  quite  imposible  to 
attempt  any  estimate  of  the  amount  ac- 
tually available,  but  there  can  be  no 
doubt  that  most  families  will  buy  fewer 
vegetables  than  before.  This  will  make 
possible  the  sending  of  food  overseas,  and, 
what  is  perhaps  more  to  the  point,  the 
conservation  of  other  sources  of  food  sup- 
ply. So  it  develops  that  the  amateur 
gardener  has  really  done  a  valuable  pa- 
trotic  duty  this  year.  The  labor  which  has 
caused  the  vacant  lot  and  the  unused  back- 
yards to  yield  abundantly  has  been  a  real 
factor  in  our  win-the-war  efforts. 

THE  business  situation  is  briefly  this: 
The  country  is  busier  than  ever  before 
in  every  way,  but  a  real  money  pinch  is 
being  felt.  The  shortage  of  money  has 
come  up  on  the  horizon  like  a  storm  cloud, 
and  it  is  much  larger  than  a  man's  hand. 
It  does  not  spell  disaster,  but  certainly 
it  demands  caution  and  conservation. 

The  fact  of  the  matter  is  that  the  war 
is  costing  us  a  tremendous  sum,  and  it  is 
going  to  entail  close  financing  and  consid- 
erable sacrifice,  both  national  and  indi- 
vidual, to  pay  the  piper.  Sir  Thomas 
White  went  to  Washington  to  negotiate 
his  last  loan  in  the  United  States  because 
it  was  apparent  that  it  would  be  difficult 


to  raise  the  money  in  our  own  country. 
The  last  war  loan  had  not  been  entirely 
assimilated  and  the  banks  and  investment 
houses  were  openly  fearsome  of  the  effect 
of  going  to  the  country  with  another  loan. 
Sir  Thomas  was  successful  in  his  mission, 
but  he  had  to  pay  a  stiff  rate  before  Uncle 
Sam  loosened  his  purse  strings.  It  is  es- 
timated that  the  cost  to  our  government 
will  be  nearly  8  per  cent.  It  will  be  recog- 
nized that  such  a  bargain  would  not  have 
been  entered  into  had  not  the  need  for  it 
been  very  pressing. 

However,  the  result  has  been  highly 
beneficial.  It  is  now  likely  that  the  Fi- 
nance Minister  will  not  need  to  bring  on 
another  loan  until  the  first  of  the  year, 
and  this  will  give  the  public  a  breathing 
spell.  When  the  next  loan  comes,  the 
money  will  be  in  sight  and,  in  the  mean- 
time, the  banks  will  be  enabled  to  attend 
adequately  to  the  demands  of  regular 
business  and  to  finance  the  crop;  the  lat- 
ter a  most  important  consideration  in- 
deed. 

The  consent  of  the  Washington  Govern- 
ment to  the  launching  of  a  Canadian  loan 
in  the  United  States  is  a  tangible  evi- 
dence of  the  great  good  will  which  now 
pertains.  True,  a  shrewd  bargain  was 
driven  before  the  matter  was  closed,  but 
it  must  be  recognized  that  Uncle  Sam  has 
financial  problems  of  his  own,  and,  that, 
with  another  Liberty  loan  pending,  he  has 
to  carefully  conserve  his  money  resources. 
In  the  present  relations  lies  the  promise 
of  much  closer  and  more  friendly  trade 
relations  after  the  war  is  over.  Cana- 
dian business  men  should  not  fail  to  re- 
cognize this  fact.  The  war  has  opened 
the  way  to  a  broader  amity  and  a  more 
complete  understanding  between  us.  It 
is  inevitable  that  our  trade  and  financial 
relations  with  the  United  States  will  be 
closer,  more  cordial  and  more  extended. 
The  business  man  who  fails  to  shape  his 
course  accordingly,  will  be  judged  guilty 
of  shortsightedness. 

FROM  the  industrial  standpoint.  Can 
ada  is  still  abnormally  busy.  The 
heavy  burden  of  munition-making,  added 
to  the  activity  always  found  when  the  in- 
dividual citizen  is  prosperous,  keeps  in- 
dustrial Canada  hard  at  work  like  a  mod- 
ern Sisyphus,  striving  to  roll  the  heavy 
stone  of  Supply  to  the  top  of  the  steep 
hill  of  Demand.  Despite  government  cau- 
tion, despite  the  earnest  promptings  that 
come  from  so  many  sources,  people  con- 
tinue to  buy  what  they  like  when  they  like. 
The  bigger-than-usual  wage  continues  to 
burn  a  hole  in  the  pocket  of  the  average 
Canadian,  and  consequently  the  demand 
for  all  luxuries  is  still  heavy.  It  follows 
that  our  motto  has  become  more-business- 
than-usual. 

The  shortage  of  money  already  noted 
has  not  yet  filtered  down  to  the  pocket 
of  the  average  man.  Even  the  high  cost 
of  everything  has  not  put  any  pinch  on 


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the  average  pocket  yet.  The  salaried  man 
feels  it,  but  the  wage  earner  finds  so  much 
more  in  his  envelope  that  the  old  spectre 
of  the  High  Cost  of  Living  has  lost  some 
of  the  fearsomeness  of  its  aspect. 

That  the  pinch  will  come  is  almost  cer- 
tain unless  the  public  can  be  awakened 
to  a  sense  of  the  impending  danger.  If  the 
individual  can  be  induced  to  save,  save, 
save,  the  crisis  which  now  looms  on  the 
horizon — far  off  yet,  but  still  there — 
may  be  averted.  For,  if  the  individual 
saves,  the  deposit  in  the  savings  depart- 
ments will  increase  and  the  banks  will 
have  the  money  to  finance  the  ever-in- 
crepsing  demands  of  business.  Further- 
more, the  money  will  be  available  then  for 
war  loans. 

Unquestionably  the  main  consideration 
in  viewing  the  future  is  this  matter  of 
economy.  We  must  have  economy — in  our 
homes,  in  our  offices,  in  our  Government 
departments  at  Ottawa.  With  economy 
will  come  abiding  prosperity;  with  con- 
tinued carelessness  and  extravagance  will 
come  doubt,  uncertainty,  perhaps  even  a 
very  serious  situation. 


The  Policyholder  and 
Railroad  Bonds 

IT  is  unfortunate  that  the  general  pub- 
lic takes  so  little  interest  in  what 
might  be  termed  matters  of  high  finance 
— the  financing  of  railroads,  the  manage- 
ment of  big  corporations,  etc.  The  aver- 
age man  has  refused  to  take  more  than 
a  cursory  interest  in  such  matters  be- 
cause he  feels  that  it  is  of  little  concern 
to  him.  He  is  mistaken.  As  a  matter  of 
fact,  he  is  a  shareholder  in  the  railroads, 
and,  in  a  sense,  also  a  bondholder  in  the 
big  corporations. 

Look  at  it  this  way.  The  big  insurance 
companies  and  the  banks  are  in  no  very 
unreal  way  the  owners  of  industrial  cor- 
porations and  railways.  They  do  not  hold 
control  of  the  stock,  but  they  are  the  ulti- 
mate owners  in  the  sense  that  they  hold  or 
control  big  blocks  of  securities.  It  was  re- 
cently given  out  in  the  United  States  that 
railroad  securities  in  that  country  were 
held  as  follows:  Life  insurance  compan- 
ies, $1,550,000,000;  savings  banks,  $840,- 
000,000,  marine  and  fire  insurance  com- 
panies, $679,000,000;  trust  companies, 
$865,000,000.  Figures  are  not  available 
at  the  moment  for  Canada,  but  there  can 
be  no  doubt  that  the  securities  are  held 
here  in  somewhat  the  same  proportion. 

In  turn,  the  insurance  companies  are,  in 
a  certain  sense  owned  by  their  policyhold- 
ers and  the  banks  by  their  depositors.  It 
is  interesting  to  quote  from  a  recent 
speech  by  J.  W.  Stedman,  of  the  Pruden- 
tial Life  Insurance  Co.  (American)  de- 
livered, as  a  matter  of  fact,  before  the 
Interstate  Commerce  Commission,  when 
the  discussion  of  higher  freight  rates  was 
on: 

I  want  to  say  at  the  outset  that  I  re- 
present the  Prudential  Insurance  Com- 
pany of  America,  which  is  a  mutual  con- 
cern and  is  owned  by  over  11,000,000 
policyholders  scattered  all  over  the  United 
States.  Ten  million  of  these  policyhold- 
ers are  members  of  hard-working  fam- 
ilies of  moderate  means;  over  40  per  cent, 
of  the  assets  representing  their  good 
money  consists  of  railroad  securities,  re- 
cognized by  the  various  States  in  which 
we  do  business  as  legal  investments  for 
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White's  Order 


White  did  it  one  day  last  month — 
sold  Kendrick  &  Co.  a  Cyclone  Ex- 
haust Head.  He  had  been  trying  to 
make  the  sale  for  months,  but  Ken- 
drick's  manager,  Waldron,  "couldn't 
see  it."  He  saw  it,  however,  when 
the  roof  began  to  leak,  and  had  to  be 
repaired.    It  cost  $500. 

"A  stitch  in  time  saves  nine," 
White  had  said  more  than  once.  He 
pointed  out  to  Waldron  that  the 
escaping  steam,  in  which  oil  vapors 
were  present,  when  condensed  on  the 
roof,  was  doing  damage  to  the  roof 
and  walls.  Waldron  wouldn't  admit 
it,  and  declared  it  to  be  all  poppy- 
cock— until  one  day  the  roof  leaked, 
and  repairs  had  to  be  made. 

The  damage  to  the  roof  was  of 
considerable  area,  for  the  shifting 
winds  had  carried  the  escaping  steam 
over  all  the  roof,  and  spread  the  con- 
densation rather  widely. 

"White,"  said  Waldron,  when  he 
phoned,  "come  and  tell  us  what  size 
exhaust  head  to  instal." 

"Don't  need  to  go  to  you,"  said 
White.  "You  require  size  9,  cost 
$105.  I've  a  memo  here  which  I 
made  the  first  time  I  called.  But 
what's  the  matter?  Roof  gone  bad?" 

"Yes,  consarn  you,  and  it  will  cost 
us  $500  to  fix  it  and  another  $100  or 
so  for  you — Now,  don't  go  and  say — 
'I  told  you  so' — but  get  one  of  those 
Cyclones  here  as  quick  as  you  can" — 
and  Waldron  rang  off. 

White  smiled,  because  not  only 
had  his  judgment  proved  right  but 
he  knew  that  Waldron  would  be 
more  attentive  to  him  in  the  future 
when  he  urged  other  steam  special- 
ties, everyone  designed  and  guaran- 
teed to  save  money  in  more  directions 
than  one. 

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The  Investment  Situation 

This  is  the  idea  of  investment  that  MacLean's  Magazine  desires  to  present:  That 
men  and  women  should  save  carefully,  putting  their  money  in  the  bank;  should  carry 
endowment  and  life  insurance;  should  make  a  will,  naming  some  good  trust  company 
as  executor.  When  these  matters  have  been  taken  care  of,  the  surplus  income  should 
be  invested  in  good  Government  and  municipal  bonds.  To  these  might  be  added  good 
real  estate  mortgages,  but  the  average  man  or  woman  who  is  not  in  close  touch  with 
values  would  be  unwise  to  put  money  into  mortgages  at  the  present  time,  except 
indirectly  through  investment  in  some  of  the  good  loan  companies'  shares.  Men  and 
women,  and  particularly  young  men,  whose  incomes  are  above  the  average,  who  are 
not  dependent  upon  a  sure  income  from  their  investments  and  who  are  willing  to  take 
risks  to  secure  a  larger  return  on  their  money,  may  buy  shares  in  financial  and  indus- 
trial companies.  MacLean's  Magazine  does  not  care  to  advise  readers  on  any  par- 
ticular securities,  but  with  the  aid  of  the  editor  of  THE  FINANCIAL  POST  will 
gladly  give  regular  subscribers  opinions  on  new  flotations. — The  Editors. 


A  SUBSCRIBER  writes:  "Is  the  yield 
-^*-  on  bonds  likely  to  go  higher  than  at 
present?"  This  question  is  one  that  is 
being  discussed  freely  at  the  present  time. 
A  census  of  the  security  houses  would 
probably  lead  to  the  conclusion  that  muni- 
pal  bonds  are  likely  to  be  cheaper  before 
prices  stiffen  up,  which  would  mean,  of 
course,  that  larger  yields  would  be  ob- 
tained. There  are  many,  however,  who 
believe  that  the  market  has  now  reached 
its  lowest  point,  that  the  prices  obtain- 
ed for  bonds  are  bound  to  stiffen.  They 
point  out  that  6  per  cent,  on  municipal  se- 
curities has  become  a  commonplace  and 
that  during  the  present  year  a  very  large 
volume  of  business  has  been  done  with  the 
investing  public  at  terms  which  yielded 
over  6  per  cent.  This  has  not  been  for 
low-grade  securities  by  any  means.  It 
used  to  be  possible  to  secure  6  per  cent,  by 
buying,  say  school  debentures  of  Po- 
dunkia,  a  flourishing  town  on  the  western 
prairies — with  120  population  and  a  big 
future  when  the  railway  got  in.  Nowadays, 
the  investor  gets  first-class  stuff  at  terms 
to  yield  him  more  than  the  once  fabulous 
6-bonds  of  western  Ontario  cities  for  in- 
stance. Winnipeg  Greater  Waterways  is 
typical  of  the  trend  of  the  market.  This 
proposition,  secured  by  the  City  of  Winni- 
peg itself,  and  therefore,  secure  to  a  gilt- 
edged  degree,  netted  anywhere  from  6  1-3 
to  6%  per  cent. 

The  man  who  believes  that  prices  have 
reached  the  bottom  puts  forward  the 
argument  that  municipalities,  cannot  af- 
ford to  pay  more  for  their  money  than 
they  are  doing  now.  It  is  costing  them 
now  close  to  8  per  cent,  in  many  cases, 
when  all  expenses  and  commissions  are 
figured.  Anything  above  this  would  be 
prohibitive  and  municipalities  would 
simply  have  to  give  up  further  improve- 
ments until  the  money  market  moderated. 
"Buy  now,"  is  the  advice  of  those  who 
hold  this  view.  "Bonds  will  never  be  ob- 
tainable at  a  more  satisfactory  figure." 

On  the  other  side  it  is  possible  to  show 
that  money  is  extremely  scarce  at  the  pre- 
sent time,  and  getting  scarcer.  The  con- 
tinual drain  of  war  expenditure  is  draw- 
ing huge  sums  out  of  circulation.  Much 
of  this  goes  back  to  the  manufacturer  of 
war  supplies  and  from  the  manufacturer 
it  filters  back  into  the  ordinary  channels 
of  trade.  A  large  proportion  of  it,  how- 
ever goes  abroad.  In  addition,  the  higher 
cost  of  labor  and  raw  material  has  made  it 
necessary  for  businesses  to  have  more 
capital  to  operate  on.  As  a  result  the 
banks  are  hard  pressed  to  find  the  funds 
for  the  demands  of  their  customers. 
Money,  in  fact,  is  scarce.  When  a  munici- 
pality comes  along  and  asks  for,  say, 
$100,000  to  build  new  sewers  or  lay  pave- 


ments, it  finds  a  market  prone  to  hang  on 
to  every  penny  because  there  are  plenty 
of  uses  ahead  for  every  penny.  The  mu- 
nicipality can  get  that  $100,000  only  by 
making  an  attractive  offer.  During  the 
past  few  months  there  have  been  numer- 
ous cases  where  municipalities  have  called 
for  tenders  on  projected  bond  issues  and 
have  not  had  a  single  bid — because  the 
terms  were  not  sufficiently  attractive.  It 
is  certain  that  money  is  going  to  become 
scarcer  as  time,  and  the  war,  go  on.  It 
follows  that  the  difficulties  met  with  in 
securing  money  for  municipal  purposes 
will  increase,  and  it  is  perhaps  not  un- 
reasonable to  assume  that  municipalities 
will  have  to  sell  their  bonds  at  still  lower 
figures-ythus  giving  bigger  yields.  It  is 
not  feasible  to  suppose  that  all  improve- 
ment work  can  be  stopped.  There  is  a 
great  deal  of  work  that  must  be  done  no 
matter  how  great  the  cost. 

On  the  whole,  therefore,  the  weight  of 
argument  seems  in  favor  of  the  probabil- 
ity of  cheaper  bonds.  In  view  of  the 
splendid  yields  now  obtainable,  however, 
it  would  not  be  advisable  to  "hold  off." 
The  probable  improvement  in  yield  that 
the  future  may  bring  would  not  likely 
offset  the  loss  in  interest  entailed  in  delay 
in  purchasing. 

AND,  AFTER  all,  is  it  not  logical  that 
yields  should  be  larger?  The  man 
who  lives  on  the  yield  of  his  labor  or  his 
brain  has  found  it  necessary  to  get  a  big- 
ger yield  in  order  to  keep  pace  with  the 
advanced  cost  of  living.  The  man  who  de- 
pends on  his  investments  is  in  the  same 
position.  He  could  not  make  the  old  rates 
of  4%  per  cent,  and  5  per  cent,  do  what 
they  used  to  do  for  him.  The  purchasing 
value  of  the  dollar  has  shrunk  too  far  for 
that  during  the  past  six  years,  but  more 
particularly  during  the  last  three.  The 
investor  is  on  all  accounts  entitled  to  a 
larger  yield.  He  is  getting  it;  and,  if  the 
cost  of  living  contiiiues  to  advance,  he  is 
going  to  do  still  better. 

CERTAINLY  the  investment  market  at 
the  present  time  is  highly  satisfactory 
from  the  standpoint  of  the  investor.  Big 
yields  are  obtainable.  It  is  now  possible 
to  get  6  per  cent,  and  better  on  long  term 
stuff;  and,  if  after  the  war  the  cost  of 
living  recedes,  as  it  probably  will,  that 
yield  will  look  bigger  all  the  time. 

War  loans  offer  a  doubly  attractive 
method  of  investment,  combining  high 
yield  and  government  security  with  the 
fulfilment  ol  patriotic  duty.  Every  per- 
son with  money  to  invest  should  figrure  on 
war  loans  first.  A  certain  share  at  least 
of  the  funds     available     for  investment 


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should  be  put  into  war  loans.  From  the 
purelj'  busiress  standpoint  an  invescmuiu 
in  war  issues  is  most  attractive  because 
this  alone  of  all  sources  of  revenue  will  be 
exempt  from  the  new  income  tax. 


The  Policyholder  and 
Railroad  Bonds 

Continued  from  page  7. 

life  insurance  companies,  having  a  par 
value  of  $184,000,000.  Feeling  myself  as 
one  of  the  future  trustees  for  these  people 
who,  all  unconsciously,  may  face  a  large 
financial  loss,  I  am  glad  to  see  this  op- 
portunity. 

The  man  on  the  street  who  has  savings 
in  the  bank  and  life  insurance  policies 
does  not  reason  out  their  connection  for 
himself.  He  believes  that  what  he  holds 
is  a  policy  or  a  pass  book ;  he  does  not  see 
that  in  reality  he  holds  a  financial  inter- 
est in  railroad  and  other  bonds. 

It  has  frequently  been  urged  by  MAC- 
LEAN'S that  the  investor  should  take  a 
real  interest  in  the  affairs  of  the  con- 
cerns in  which  he  has  placed  his  money. 
In  fact,  no  man  is  safe  in  investing  his 
money  with  any  concern  which  he  has  not 
carefully  studied  or  in  a  field  which  he 
does  not  understand.  This  necessity  for 
interest  on  the  part  of  that  individual  can 
now  be  extended  to  the  insurance  policy- 
holder and  the  bank  depositor.  The  pos- 
session of  a  policy  and  a  pass  book  means 
that  the  ups  and  downs  of  the  biggest  cor- 
porations become  matters  of  personal 
concern. 


A  Strange  Race  in  the 
Balkans 

The  Customs  and  Characteristics  of  the 
Albanians. 


THE  world  knows  little  of  Albania.  The 
other  Balkan  races  have  become  familiar 
to  the  world  at  large  and  we  know  much 
of  the  customs  and  characteristics  of  Serbs, 
Roumanians  and  Bulgarians.  But  Albania, 
the  little  mountainous  corner  resting  on  the 
Adriatic  and  hedged  in  by  Montenegro  and 
Greece,  is  a  practically  a  closed  book.  An  in- 
teresting picture  of  Albania  and  the  Alban- 
ians is  given  by  a  native  writer,  one  Ismail 
Kemal  Bey  in  the  Quarterly  Review.  He 
writes,  in  part: 

Between  the  Adriatic,  the  Pindus,  the  range 
of  the  Balkans  and  the  Dinaric  Alps,  on  the 
dividing  line  between  East  and  West,  where 
history  has  witnessed  the  meeting  of  so  many 
wandering  peoples  and  so  many  nascent  civil- 
izations, Albania  stands  like  a  formidable 
rampart.  Protected  from  foreign  invasion  on 
three  sides  by  its  circle  of  mountain  peaks, 
and  on  the  fourth  by  the  sea,  Albania  was 
formerly  inhabited  by  a  race  whose  origin 
dates  from  Pelasgic  times.  Though  not 
strangers  to  the  civilization  of  the  Greeks, 
this  race  nevertheless  preserved  its  own  char- 
acter and  the  pride  of  its  pre-Hellenic  origin. 
In  the  second  century  B.C.  the  country  be- 
came the  refuge  of  all  the  Macedonian  and 
Epirote  tribes  who,  refusing  to  bow  before 
the  Roman  domination,  fled  before  the  le- 
gions of  .Smilius  Pauius.  In  its  outward 
aspect,  the  country  of  Albania  is  somewhat 
forbidding.  But,  once  in  the  interior,  one 
finds  sites  and  contrasts  of  great  beauty  and 
charm.     Between  two  mountainous  chains  of 


So  simple — so  sure 


In  discarding  all  former  loose 
leaf  binder  ideas  the  "Kalama- 
zoo" Binder  has  overcome  the 
old  troubles  of  complicated  parts  and  limited  usefulness.  Simplicity  is  the 
principle  of  its  operation  and  its  construction  is  a  radical  departure  from  all 
previously  accepted  ideas. 

The  "Kalamazoo"  is  just  as  sure  and  certain  in  operation  as  it  is  simple,  and 
its  many  time-saving  features  recommend  it  to  keen  business  experts.  One 
sheet  is  held  as  firmly  as  one  thousand — new  sheets  are  easily  inserted — sheets 
are  perfectly  aligned — there  is  always  a  flat  writing  surface — unlimited 
expansion — no  unnecessary  leaves — simple  method  of  handling  accounts — these 

are  strictly  "Kalamazoo"  features.  There  are  more 
in  the  "Kalamazoo"  Booklet 
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I\ST  October  a  count  was  taken  of  the  number  of  horse-drawn 
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^  (at  the  Western  end").  It  was  found  that  in  one  month 
there  was  more  such  traffic  than  in  the  whole  year  of  1914. 
Since  the  concrete  road  was  built,  the  highway  is  carrying  a 
large  amount  of  the  traffic  that  formerly  used  parallel  routes. 
This  is  a  striking  illustration  of  an  important  fact,  namely 
that  "good  roads  concentrate  traffic  on  a  few  of  them."  This 
makes  it  easier  for  a  community  to  build  a  connected  sytem  of 

Permanent  Highways 
of  Concrete 

It  is  estimated  that  17%  of  Canada's  highways  carry  80%  of  all 
Canada's  traffic.  A  relatively  small  mileage  will  serve — and 
that  mileage  should  be  built  of  the  most  durable  material — 
CONCRETE. 


Concrete  Facts  on  Concrete  Highways 

No  Mud  Easy  Hauling  Reduce  rlslc  of  accident 

No  Dust  Smootil  Riding  Reduce  coat  of  living 

No  Ruts  Long  Life  Reduce  cost  of  maintenance 

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The  Crop  and  Business 

In  view  of  the  great  importance  of  the  crop  in  relation  to  the 
Empire's  food  supply  and  Canada's  business  prosperity,  THE 
FINANCIAL  POST  will  present  each  week  a  special  article  deal- 
ing with  the  developments  in  a  broad  way  and  as  they  affect  the 
business  situation  as  a  whole.  This  article  will  be  edited  by  F.  M. 
Chapman,  Editor  of  The  Farmer's  Magazine,  who  will  have  direct 
and  authoritative  information  on  the  Western  Canadian  situation 
supplied  regularly  by  Miss  Cora  Hind,  a  former  member  of  our 
staff,  but  now  Agricultural  Editor  of  the  Manitoba  Free  Press,  a 
publication  whose  information  for  some  years  has  not  taken  second 
place  even  to  the  current  Government  statistics.  Miss  Hind's 
service  will  be  supplemented  by  reports  from  the  Provincial 
Departments  of  Agriculture  from  time  to  time. 

THE  POST  believes  that  this  special  on  agricultural  conditions  as  pre- 
sented to  the  readers  of  THE  POST  will  prove  a  very  valuable  guide  to 
the  manufacturers  and  business  men,  as  well  as  to  the  investing  public 
as  to  the  developments  of  the  crop  in  relation  to  general  business  and 
financial  affairs. 

This  is  only  one  of  the  many  news  features  that  THE  POST  gives  its 
readers  every  week.  It  has  become  so  valuable  that  thousands  of  them 
renew  year  after  year.  ' 

The  Financial  Post  of  Canada 

143-153  University  Ave.  -  Toronto,  Ontario 


barren  heights,  which  from  afar  seem  unat- 
tractive enough,  there  lie  pleasant  valleys  and 
extensive  plains  of  great  richness  and  fer- 
tility. Behind  that  curtain  of  rocky  peaks 
and  steep  acclivities  there  stretch  wide  ex- 
panses of  field  and  forest  covered  with  green 
or  gold,  according  to  the  season.  At  the  very 
threshold  of  gloomy  gorges  or  narrow  defiles 
in  the  mountains,  one  comes  suddenly  upon 
delicious  oases  covered  with  rich  vegetation. 
Thundering  torrents  pouring  down  the  moun- 
tain side  are  replaced  a  little  further  on  by 
limpid  brooks  noiselessly  meandering  through 
aromatic  valleys,  while  great  clumps  of  ever- 
green trees  and  bushes  are  scattered  on  the 
emerald  hill-side.  Along  the  sea  coast,  bays 
of  limpid  blue  and  serene,  bottomless  gulfs 
lie  at  the  foot  of  mountains  whose  peaks  are 
bathed  eternally  in  the  drifting  clouds. 

Such  is  the  country  where  for  centuries 
have  lived  the  'Shkupetars'  (the  'Men  of  the 
Eagle').  Dwelling  in  a  sort  of  isolation,  they 
were  variously  grouped  under  the  generic 
name  of  Macedonians  or  lUyrians,  accord- 
ing to  the  caprice  of  different  conquerors. 
But  they  themselves,  profoundly  indifferent 
to  these  arbitrary  arrangements,  which  did 
not  interfere  with  their  race,  their  language 
or  their  national  character,  seemed  hardly 
to  be  aware  of  the  fall  of  Empires  or  the 
changes  of  frontiers.  Proudly  they  preserved 
the  independence  of  which  no  power  could 
deprive  them.  On  the  fall  of  the  Roman 
Empire,  they  reappeared  on  the  world's  stage 
to  prove  that  they  were  of  a  race  whose  solid- 
ity time  could  not  affect,  and  whose  national 
genius  custom  could  not  pervert.  Since  those 
days,  whenever  an  attack  has  been  made 
upon  their  liberties,  they  have  been  found  as 
intrepid  as  in  the  far-off  times  when  they 
followed  Alexander  the  Great  or  Pyrrhus; 
and  to-day  they  display  the  singular  and  in- 
teresting spectacle  of  a  nationality  preserved 
pure  and  undefiled  through  the  centuries,  in 
spite  of  so  many  succesive  conquests  by  Ro- 
mans, Byzantines,  Normans,  Bulgarians, 
Serbs,  Italians  and  Turks. 

In  spite  of  the  religious  and  other  conse- 
quences of  the  Turkish  domination,  the  Al- 
banians have  remained  faithful  to  the  cus- 
toms and  habits  of  their  ancestors.  The 
three  principal  objects  of  an  Albanian's  de- 
votion are  his  honor,  his  family,  and  his 
country.  The  notion  of  honor  is  inculcated 
in  him  from  the  earliest  age.  He  prefers 
death  to  an  insult  that  has  not  been  wiped 
out.  No  consideration  of  interest  stands 
higher  in  his  estimation  than  the  'bessa'  (or 
word  of  honor).  In  the  presence  of  the 
corpse  of  father  or  brother,  he  will  respect 
the  very  murderer  to  whom  he  has  given  his 
'bessa'  on  receiving  him  in  his  house.  The 
stranger  will  enjoy  the  united  protection  of 
all  the  inhabitants  of  a  village  or  the  mem- 
bers of  a  tribe  if  one  of  them,  even  the  most 
humble,  has  given  his  word  of  honor.  Closely 
connected  with  this  sense  of  honor  is  that  of 
personal  dignity.  It  has  been  erroneously 
stated  that  Albania  is  a  feudal  country.  But 
feudalism  is  incompatible  with  that  sense  of 
personal  honor  and  independence  which  is 
characteristic  of  the  Albanian,  and  which  is 
carried  to  such  lengths  that  the  humblest 
consider  themselves  the  equals,  man  for  man, 
of  the  highest.  Obedience  to  the  chief  is 
simply  a  form  of  showing  respect,  a  duty 
inculcated  in  every  one  from  the  earliest 
age. 

Family  ties  are  very  strong  among  the  Al- 
banians. The  head  of  the  family  is  lord  of 
the  household,  but  not  its  despot.  He  it  is 
who  directs  all  the  affairs  of  the  community 
and  executes  the  decisions  taken  in  council. 
The  sons  and  grandsons,  even  after  marriage, 
continue  to  live  together  in  a  group.  There 
are  families  whose  members,  living  together 
under  the  same  roof  or  in  the  same  en- 
closure, number  sixty  or  eighty  people.  Each 
region  of  the  country  consists  of  a  consider- 
able stretch  of  territory  in  which  the  differ- 
ent villages  are  considered  to  be  composed 
of  members  of  the  same  family.  But  the 
word  'family'  in  Albania  has  a  much  wider 
meaning  than  elsewhere.  By  the  word  'fisse' 
is  understood  a  group  of  families  descending 
from  a  common  stem,  while  by  the  word  'far' 
is  meant  the  closer  relationship  existing 
among  the  members  of  one  or  several  of 
these  families;  and  these  family  ties  are  so 
much   respected   that   the   inhabitants   of   the 


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same  village,  whether  Mussulman  or  Chris- 
tian, never  intermarry.  The  depositary  of 
local  authority  is  by  right  the  oldest  member 
of  the  principal  family;  and  his  councillors 
are  the  older  men  of  the  other  families.  Among 
certain  tribes,  like  those  of  the  mountains  of 
Upper  Albania,  the  real  chiefs  are  the  'Voiv- 
odes'  and  the  'Bairaktars'  (or  standard-bear- 
ers) ;  and  the  council  consists  of  the  elders, 
whose  number  varies  according  to  that  of  the 
families.  After  them  come  the  'Dovrans'  (or 
guarantors),  and  the  'Djoibars'  (a  kind  of 
bailiff).  The  chiefs  and  their  councillors  or, 
in  the  mountainous  parts,  the  'Voivodes'  and 
the  'Bairaktars'  watch  over  local  interests 
and  apply  the  law.  The  'Dovrans'  meet  and 
consult  with  the  council  whenever  a  crime 
has  been  committed  or  local  interests  are  in 
jeopardy.  It  is  they  also  who  issue  the  call  to 
arms  in  case  of  need.  It  is  the  task  of  the 
"Djoibars,'  chosen  from  among  the  bravest 
and  most  influential  of  the  families,  to  carry 
out  the  decisions  of  the  Council. 

Nowhere  does  woman  enjoy  more  consider- 
ation or  influence  than  in  my  country.  As 
wife  her  individuality  is  completely  subor- 
dinated to  the  authority  of  her  husband,  but 
this  is  not  the  case  as  regards  her  acts  in 
common  or  public  life,  for  she  is  always  con- 
sulted on  questions  relating  to  family  or 
country.  She  is  less  proud  of  her  beauty,  her 
birth,  or  her  wealth  than  of  the  number  of 
her  sons  and  their  merit,  which  she  considers 
redounds  to  herself.  The  mother  of  a  num- 
ber of  children  is  an  object  of  veneration.  In 
spite  of  these  privileges  the  Albanian  woman 
is  never  seen  in  public  with  her  husband.  She 
carries  her  Stoic  qualities  so  far  that  she  is 
never  present  at  the  departure  of  her  hus- 
band on  warlike  expeditions.  But  should  the 
country  be  in  danger,  either  through  inva- 
sion or  by  an  arbitrary  act  of  the  Govern- 
ment, it  is  the  women  who  first  raise  the 
alarm  and  urge  their  menfolk  to  defence  or 
revolt. 

The  Albanians,  who  value  highly  both  the 
ties  of  relationship  and  the  pleasures  of 
friendship,  find  many  occasions  of  strengthen- 
ing these  bonds  and  of  observing  the  tra- 
ditions attaching  to  them.  For  instance,  the 
new-born  child  is  presented  to  the  chief  of 
the  family  and  to  all  the  members,  the  oldest 
of  whom  chooses  his  name.  When  the  child 
is  seven  days  old,  all  the  relatives  and  friends 
are  invited  to  a  dinner,  where  a  special  sweet 
dish  made  for  the  occasion  is  served.  Another 
intimate  ceremony,  which  is  carried  out  with 
a  certain  amount  of  pomp,  is  the  cutting  of  a 
lock  of  the  child's  hair  in  the  course  of  its 
first  year.  The  father  chooses  a  friend  to 
do  this  — •  a  Christian  if  the  father 
be  a  Mussulman,  and  vice  versa.  The 
lock  of  hair  is  placed  in  a  purse  as 
a  souvenir.  This  act  is  supposed  to  create 
a  spiritual  relationship  between  the  family 
of  the  child  and  the  friend,  and  by  it  they 
contract  obligations  towards  each  other  of 
mutual  aid  or  vengeance  in  case  of  outrage. 
This  kind  of  alliance  is  held  in  especial  honor 
among  the  mountaineers,  where  Mussulmans 
and  Christians  both  call  it  the  Saint-Nicolo. 

Every  young  Albanian  has  a  foster-brother 
(called  'vlam'),  either  of  the  same  religion  as 
himself  or  a  different  one,  who  is  considered 
as  an  actual  member  of  the  family  and  takes 
part  in  its  joys  and  griefs  and  its  vendettas. 
There  is  no  instance  of  such  a  tie  having  been 
broken  through  animosity  or  treason;  and  in 
many  parts  these  engagements  are  considered 
so  sacred  that  the  children  of  the  two  fam- 
ilies do  not  intermarry.  The  ceremony  of 
contracting  this  relationship  of  the  'vlam' 
differs  in  different  parts  of  the  country;  but 
usually  the  two  foster-brothers,  after  taking 
vows  of  fidelity  before  relatives  and  witnesses, 
cut  each  other  slightly  in  the  finger  and  then 
suck  each  other's  blood. 


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Volume  XXX 


SEPTEMBER,  1917 


Number  11 


Federation  After  the  War? 

The  Possibility  of  a  British- American  Alliance 

By  Lord  Northcliffe. 


Editor's  Note. — Two  men  have  stood  out  above  all  others  in  Britain  during 
the  war  as  representing  determination,  initiative,  action — David  Lloyd  George  and 
Lord  Northcliffe.  The  work  of  the  latter  has  been  done  largely  through  his  many 
newspapers  and  periodicals,  but,  in  accepting  the  mission  which  he  is  now  carrying 
out  in  the  United  States,  the  famous  publisher  has  undertaken  a  personal  task  of 
broad  purpose  and  scope.  In  view  of  his  work  in  America,  the  following  article 
which  he  has  prepared  for  MacLean's  Magazine  will  be  read  with  widest  interest. 


AMONG  the 
consequences 
of    the    war 
none  has  been  more 
surprising,     none 
more  fraught  with 
happy  augury,  than 
the    visit    paid    in 
July   by  a    detach- 
ment of   Canadian   Highlanders 
to  the  United     States,     and  the 
warmth  of  the  welcome  they  met 
with. 

That  British  troops  in  uniform 
should  march  through  American 
cities,  should  be  cheered  in  New 
York,  should  arouse  a  city  like 
Newark,  New  Jersey,  to  enthus- 
iasm, should  march  up  Bunker 
Hill  without  calling  forth  a  word 
of  Jingo  protest — that  is  one  of 
the  most  astonishing  events  of 
our  time.  When  I  rose  a  few 
weeks  ago  to  address  the  vast  re- 
cruiting rally  in  Madison  Square 
Garden,  New  York,  the  joint  re- 
cruiting rally  of  the  British  and 
American  organizations,  I  felt 
the  significance  of  the  occasion 
sweep  over  me.  I  said  to  the 
fourteen  thousand  people  there 
assembled:  "This  is  a  historic 
meeting."  It  was  such  a  meet- 
ing as  could  never  have  occurred 
before. 

It  was  not  sentiment  which 
had  made  it  possible.  Talk  of 
closer  relations  might  have  gone 
on  for  centuries  without  produc- 
ing this  effect.  This  meeting  at 
which  British  and  American 
speakers  appeared  on  the  same 
platform  and  made  a  joint  ap- 
peal for  men  to  fight  the  com- 
mon enemy  for  a  common  end, 
was  made  possible  only  by  Facts. 
Words  could  not  have  done  it. 
It  was  the  common  danger  and 
the  need  for  united  effort  to  re- 
pel it  which  brought  the  two 
great   English-speaking  nations 

of  the  world  nearer  together  than  they  have  ever  been  before. 
I  do  not  greatly  believe  in  sentiment  as  a  factor  of  import- 
ance in  international  friendships.  Alliances  are  formed  for  mu- 
tual protection.  The  French  Republic  would  not  have  allied 
herself  with  the  Russian  autocracy  if  the  ever  present  threat  of 


Lord  Northcliffe,  photo  taken  since  arrival  in  U.  S. 


German  aggression 
had  not  forced  her 
to    seek    a    friend 
where  she  could.    It 
is  well  known  that 
the  Austrians  dis- 
like the   Prussians 
and    despise    them 
for    their    boorish 
manners  and  lack  of  taste.  Aus- 
tria has  not  forgotten  the  defeat 
inflicted  upon  her  by  Prussia  in 
1866.    Nothing  but  force  of  cir- 
cumstances  would   have   caused 
Austria  to  ally  herself  with  Prus- 
sia.   If  national  sentiment  were 
the  determining  factor  in  the  for- 
mation  of   alliances,   how  could 
we  explain  Bulgaria's  choice  to 
fight   in   this   war   alongside  of 
Turkey  with  whom  she  was  at 
death-grips  five  years  ago,  and 
against  the  Serbians  who  were 
then    her     "dear    and     trusted 
allies?" 

THE  United  States  and  the 
five  free  nations  which  con- 
stitute the  British  Empire  have 
come  together  in  so  unexpected 
a  manner  for  mutual  protection. 
The  United  States  came  into  the 
war,  their  leading  men  have  as- 
sured us,  not  because  of  their 
traditional  sympathy  for  France, 
not  because  Belgium  lay  under 
the  hoof  of  the  Hun  satyr,  not 
to  spread  Democracy  in  Europe, 
but  to  safeguard  American  in- 
terests. Senator  Borah  was 
generally  admitted  to  express 
the  prevailing  opinion  among 
thinking  Americans  when  he  de- 
clared in  the  United  States  Sen- 
ate on  July  26 : 

"I  did  not  vote  for  war  out 
of  sympathy  with  France,  much 
as  I  admire  her,  but  because  our 
American  rights  were  trampled 
on  and  our  people  murdered, 
with  the  prospect  of  continued 
outrages  and  national  degradation.  I  voted  for  war  to  make 
safe  our  own  blessed  republic  and  give  dignity,  honor  and  se- 
curity to  this  democracy  of  the  United  States.  I  did  not  vote  for 
war  to  spread  democracy  throughout  Europe  although  I  would 
be  glad  to  see  every  King  and  Prince  exiled  and  every  dynasty 


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broken  forever.  This  has  become  an  American  war,  a  fight  for 
American  principles,  to  be  discontinued  when  American  inter- 
ests are  safeguarded  and  satisfied.  It  is  no  longer  a  war  to 
spread  democracy  in  Europe  or  for  rehabilitation  of  European 
countries.  It  is  a  war  showing  that  the  United  States,  though 
slow  to  act,  is  swift  to  avenge." 

It  is  not  long  since  the  idea  of  any  alliance  between  the 
British  Empire  and  the  United  States  was  considered  a  dream, 
and  a  dangerous  dream.  In  both  the  balance  of  feeling  was 
against  any  step  in  this  direction.  Now,  because  a  common 
danger  threatens  both,  they  are  allied,  and  no  voice  is  raised 
in  protest.  The  English-speaking  races  in  the  New  World  and 
the  Old  are  united  for  the  first  time  in  history.  It  is  not  senti- 
ment which  unites  them,  though  I  am  sure  they  feel  more  kind- 
ness and  respect  towards  one  another  now  than  they  have  done 
in  the  past.  They  are  joined  together  by  the  cement  of  Neces- 
sity. Each  needs  the  other  in  the  struggle  against  the  antiquat- 
ed, but  still  powerful  Absolutist  idea  which  menaces  the  free- 
dom of  all  who  do  not,  like  Turkey  and  Bulgaria,  bow  down  and 
cravenly  obey  it. 

IT  is  not  surprusing  that  many  people  should  be  asking  whe- 
ther the  union  of  the  English-speaking  races  ought  not  to  be 
continued  after  this  war  has  come  to  an  end.  We  hear  a  good 
deal  of  discussion  about  the  possibility  of  British-American 
Federation.  I  have  recently  been  asked  to  tell  the  readers  of 
Maclean's  Magazine  what  my  views  are  about  this. 

Already  I  think  I  have  written  enough  to  show  those  who 
can  read  a  little  between  the  lines  how  my  thoughts  run.  Such 
a  Federation  as  a  permanency  can,  in  my  opinion,  only  be  creat- 
ed and  kept  in  existence  if  the  British  Empire  and  the  United 
States  feel  that  it  is  necessary  for  their  security  against  some 
strong  hostile  combination  such  as  that  which  we  are  fighting 
to-day. 

I  do  not  believe  there  is  any  active  hostility  among  either 
people  to  the  conception  of  such  an  agreement.  There  was  hos- 
tility in  the  past.  For  a  hundred  years  England  was  regarded 
by  the  United  States  as  their  hereditary  foe.  Writing  in  the 
thirties  of  the  nineteenth  century,  De  Tocqueville  said:  "One 
could  not  find  more  bitter  hatred  than  that  which  exists  between 
the  Americans  of  the  United  States  and  the  English."  "Twist- 
ing the  Lion's  Tail,"  was  a  popular  diversion  among  American 
politicians.  American  children  were  taught  in  their  schools  to 
hate  England  and  to  look  forward  to  revenge  upon  her.  That 
period  has  passed  away.  Time  wore  it  out.  England  developed 
into  the  British  Empire.  The  people  of  the  United  States  could 
feel  no  grudge  rankling  in  their  breasts  against  the  people  of 
Canada,  of  Australia,  of  New  Zealand,  of  South  Africa.  The 
new  Americans,  too,  were  for  the  most  part  ignorant  of  the 
causes  which  had  set  their  country  in  opposition  to  the  English. 
They  could  not  be  expected  to  carry  on  a  feud  about  which  they 
knew  nothing.  The  German  language  newspapers  try  hard  to 
keep  up  the  old,  bitter  feeling  against  England,  but  they  are 
not  successful  in  more  than  a  very  limited  sense.  Even  the  Irish 
in  the  United  States  leave  the  venomous  anti-British  propa- 
ganda to  a  small  and  relative  feeble  section  of  professional  ex- 
tremists. Nowhere,  I  believe,  would  there  be  anything  like  en- 
ough opposition  to  prevent  the  English-speaking  peoples  from 
agreeing  upon  some  form  of  Federation,  if  it  were  clear  that 
great  practical  advantage  would  flow  from  it. 

WHAT  likelihood  is  there  of  the  British  Empire  and  the 
United  States  being  forced  to  decide  that  Federation 
would  be  mutually  advantageous?  The  answer  to  that  question 
depends  upon  how  far  Absolutism  is  discredited  at  the  end  of  the 
war.  Will  there  still  rage,  after  peace  has  been  made,  the  strife 
of  principles  which  has  been  going  on  everywhere  since  the  idea 
of  "Government  of  the  people  by  the  people  for  the  people"  was 
proclaimed?  Will  the  principle  which  draws  its  law  from  the 
will  of  the  people  be  strong  enough  after  the  war  to  make  an  end 
of  the  Prussian  principle  which,  in  the  words  of  Bismarck, 
"rests  on  the  authority  created  by  God,  on  authority  by  the  grace 
of  God?"  In  other  words,  can  the  world  be  freed  from  the  threat 
of  being  dominated  by  the  mediocre,  but  greedy  Hohenzollern 
family?    We  cannot  yet  say. 

All  we  can  say  is  that  up  to  now  the  German  people  have 
shown  no  sign  of  any  combined  desire  to  make  their  will  pre- 
dominate over  the  authority  claimed  by  the  Prussian  Kaiser  as 
having  been  conferred  upon  him  "by  the  grace  of  God."  They 
still  humbly  prostrate  themselves  before  the  fetish  of  Divine 
Right.  They  still  acquiesce  in  government  by  a  hereditary  mili- 
tary despotism.  They  are  still  deluded.  They  are  still  sheep.  And 
so  long  as  one  hundred  millions  of  people  in  the  centre  of  Europe 
(I  take  the  approximate  number  of  the  Germans  in  Germany 
and  Austria),  so  long  as  these  hundred  millions  are  so  foolish 


as  to  support  Absolutism,  claiming  the  right  to  rule  irrespons- 
ibly by  Divine  appointment,  so  long  will  it  be  necessary  to  keep 
perpetual  watch  upon  Absolutism,  to  isolate  those  who  support 
it,  and  by  every  means  possible  to  rob  it  of  the  opportunity  to 
plunge  the  whole  world  into  war. 

There  was  a  time  not  very  long  ago  when  the  American 
people  would  have  said:  "What  does  it  matter  to  us  whether 
Absolutism  exists  in  Europe  or  not?  We  are  outside  of  all  the 
old  world's  squabbles.  We  mean  to  keep  outside  of  them." 
The  mass  of  the  American  people  were  until  lately  still  under 
the  impression  that  the  words  of  Washington  spoken  in  1796 
were  applicable  to  the  conditions  of  to-day.  "The  nations  of 
Europe,"  Washington  said  in  his  farewell  oration,  "Have  im- 
portant problems  which  do  not  concern  us  as  a  free  people.  The 
causes  of  their  frequent  misunderstandings  lie  far  outside  of 
our  province,  and  the  circumstance  that  America  is  geograph- 
ically remote  will  facilitate  our  political  isolation." 

Strange  how  long  the  delusion  prevailed  that  the  United 
States  were  "geographically  remote"  from  Europe.  Steam  ar- 
rived and  immediately  reduced  their  remoteness;  faster  and 
faster  the  steamship  services  became  until  it  vanished  alto- 
gether. The  mass  of  the  American  people  did  not  appreciate 
the  change.  They  continued  to  think  of  Europe  as  lying  out- 
side their  province.  They  continued  to  interest  themselves 
exclusively  in  internal,  in  local  politics,  disregarding  all  that  lay 
beyond. 

IT  is  interesting  to  notice  how  faithfully  the  prejudices  and 
prepossessions  of  nations  are  reflected  by  the  forms  of  their 
newspapers.  Only  within  the  last  few  years  have  the  news- 
papers of  England  broken  with  the  tradition  that  the  only  news 
which  mattered  was  foreign  news.  In  Thackeray's  "Pendennis," 
when  George  Warrington  points  out  to  Pen  the  office  of  The 
Times,  "the  great  engine  that  never  sleeps,"  he  speaks  as  if  the 
chief  and  almost  the  only  concerns  of  the  famous  journal  were 
with  foreign  affairs. 

"She  has  her  Ambassadors  in  every  quarter  of  the  world,  her 
couriers  upon  every  road.  Her  officers  march  along  with  armies,  and 
her  envoys  walk  into  statesmen's  cabinets.  .  .  .  Look,  here  comes 
the  Foreign  Express  galloping  in.  They  will  be  able  to  give  news  to 
Downing  Street  to-morrow." 

George  Warrington  was  right.  The  Times  in  those  days  was 
far  more  concerned  about  foreign  politics  than  about  what  was 
happening  at  home;  about  the  condition  of  the  people,  for  in- 
stance; about  the  forces  which  were  changing  the  world  by 
means  of  invention  and  discovery.  Therefore,  the  most  im- 
portant page  of  The  Times  was  the  foreign  news  page,  and  all 
other  papers  copied  The  Times,  and  gave  to  foreign  news  far 
more  importance  than  it  deserved.  And  that  state  of  newspaper 
make-up  lasted  until  a  few  years  ago. 

In  the  United  States,  on  the  other  hand,  one  can  see  how 
completely  the  mind  of  the  nation  was  occupied  by  home  politics, 
when  the  newspapers  took  their  form,  and  how  to  a  large  ex- 
tent it  is  still.  But  this  is  changing.  It  has  changed  a  great 
deal  in  the  last  twelve  months.  The  American  people  have  be- 
gun to  understand  that  they  are  not  "remote"  from  Europe,  that 
they  cannot  contemptuously  dismiss  what  happens  there  as  "the 
quarrels  of  effete  monarchies,"  and  that  their  interests  are  as 
liable  to  be  affected  by  the  ambitions  and  the  crimes  of  Prussian 
Absolutism  as  are  those  of  the  European  nations.  That  is  why 
the  United  States  went  to  war. 

There  is  often  expressed  a  hope  that  this  will  be  "the  last 
war."  One  may,  one  must  hope  that  it  may  be  so,  but  I  doubt  if 
anyone  who  has  studied  history  to  good  purpose  and  who  is  un- 
der no  illusion  as  to  the  nature  of  man  having  been  revolutioniz- 
ed in  the  last  generation  or  two,  can  feel  very  sanguine  about  it. 
Nowhere  does  one  hear  the  conviction  that  wars  are  coming  to 
an  end  more  confidently  expounded  than  in  the  United  States. 
Yet  one  cannot  forget  that  the  United  States  were  brought  into 
existence  by  war,  settled  their  most  difficult  internal  trouble  by 
fighting  about  it,  have  engaged  in  many  wars  with  other  na- 
tions, have  often  threatened  war,  and  .  . .  .are  at  war  to-day. 

CERTAINLY  there  would  be  better  hope  of  universal  peace 
if  all  peoples  recognized  as  readily  as  do  the  people  of  the 
United  States,  and  of  this  continent  generally,  that  justice  and 
equity  are  as  binding  upon  countries  as  they  are  upon  individ- 
uals. "There  is  in  the  United  States,"  wrote  Lord  Bryce  in  his 
admirable  book  "The  American  Constitution,"  "a  sort  of  kindli- 
ness, a  sense  of  human  fellowship,  a  recognition  of  the  duty  of 
mutual  help  owed  by  man  to  man  stronger  than  anywhere  in  the 
Old  World."  That  is  equally  true  of  Canada  and  Newfoundland. 
If  all  could  come  to  share  these  excellent  qualities,  we  might  with 
more  confidence  look  forward  to  the  reign  of  peace.  So  far  as 
Continued  on  page  88. 


A  Flutter  in  Diamonds 

By  A.  C.  Allenson. 

Who  wrote  "The  Draft,"   "June  Comes  Back,"  etc. 


A 


SHORT    generation 
ago  Ste.    Cecilie    was  a 


forest-clad  hill,  whose 
vesture,  changing  from  sober 
green  to  splendid  riot  of  crim- 
sons and  golds,  marked  the 
life  of  the  year.  To-day,  two 
straggling  streets  lie  on  the 
hillside's  bare  bosom,  like  a 
gaunt  white  cross,  emblematic 
of  the  tragedy  of  prosperity. 
From  the  hilltop,  looking  east, 
the  dust-wraithed  town  that 
replaced  Arcady  appears  a 
wan  Sodom,  the  smoke  of 
whose  burning  riseth  for  ever. 
Westward  lies  a  lake-jewelled 
vale,  pay  rock  runs  not 
thither,  hence  its  unmarred 
face,  and  along  the  slopes  are 
dotted  the  cottages  of  a  wealthy  summer 
colony. 


A  GOOD  man  to  look  upon  was  Andrew 
Forsythe  as  he  sat  on  the  veranda  of 
his  summer  home.  A  ruddy  face,  with 
kindliness  and  power  in  it;  crisp,  greying 
hair;  strongly-compacted,  fit  body,  still 
equal  in  mid  life  to  the  tasks  of  the  stren- 
uous man.  He  was  owner  of  one  of  Ste. 
Cecilie's  most  successful  mines,  a  city 
man,  with  youth's  ambition,  prime's  drive, 
and  an  inborn  assurance.  No  big  man 
would  lightly  trifle  with  him,  no  inferior 
dread  the  unfair  use  of  his  power. 

He  watched  the  two  young  people  climb 
the  slope  this  June  day,  a  critical  smile 
on  his  face.  The  one  was  David  Eglin- 
ton,  a  young  fellow  outwardly  after  his 
own  heart.  The  athlete's  force  and  fit- 
ness, the  virile  character  of  the  face, 
promised  for  Eglinton  high  ranking  in 
the  world  of  men  who  do  things.  With  him 
walked  Forsythe's  daughter,  Grace,  she 
was  almost  as  tall  as  her  companion.  Over 
her  pretty  face  sun  and  winds  had  spread 
the  dainty  veiling  of  summer,  though  the 
season  was  yet  young.  There  was  alert 
vivacity  in  eye,  lip  and  carriage.  The 
father's  eye  kindled  with  pride. 

Then  he  glanced  at  Dave,  and  the  look 
carried  dissatisfaction.  So  much  of 
promise  in  the  outward  lad  made  his  dis- 
appointment the  more  irritating.  He 
doubted  if  the  young  man  would  make 
good  at  the  Bar.  There  he  seemed  in 
some  way  to  be  a  square  peg  in  a  round 
hole.  Waiting  in  a  city  law  office  for 
barnacles  to  grow  appeared  an  unheroic 
occupation  to  the  observer. 

Money  would  be  the  last  thing  Forsythe 
asked  of  his  daughter's  husband,  but 
money  is  some  kind  of  a  test,  and  she  was 
worth  a  real  man.  He  remembered  Dave's 
father,  an  attractive,  unpractical  dream- 
er, who  called  procrastination  patience, 
and  obstinacy,  perseverance.  Forsythe 
remembered  the  wreck  that  old  Eglinton 
had  made  of  fine  beginnings.  The  twenty- 
year  old  tragedy  came  before  him  as  if 
of  yesterday.  Eglinton,  rich  in  lands 
and  money,  of  family  and  education — 
against  the  rustic,  iron-purposed  Dr. 
Maxson  who  had  compassed  his  ruin.  The 
tall,  gaunt  figure  of  the  doctor  rose  in 
memory     before     Forsythe.     Predatory, 


Illustrated  by 

Dudley  Ward 


"/  like  this  game 
— with  live  men 
for  skittles." 


hooked-nose,  steel-grey  eyes,  bloodless  lips 
— a  mere  line  in  his  grim  decisive  silences. 
Hard  as  granite,  scorning  the  effemina- 
cies of  a  softening  age,  ruthless  as  rock 
crusher  in  the  mills  he  had  won.  He 
used  to  amputate,  so  the  legend  ran  in 
the  hills,  with  a  butcher's  meat  saw,  on 
occasion  and  with  a  couple  of  lusty  fel- 
lows, not  squeamish  about  blood  and 
screams,  to  hold  the  victim.  He  oper- 
ated financially  in  much  the  same  way. 
With  deliberate  patience  he  wove  the 
toils  about  Eglinton,  and  shore  away  his 
wealth  just  as  he  slashed  off  useless  limbs. 
Hating  the  man's  methods,  Forsythe  des- 
pised equally  the  loser's  weak  incapacity 
that  caused  him,  strongly  entrenched,  to 
be  driven  from  his  fastnesses  by  the 
dauntless,  bare-handed  marauder.  He 
remembered  Eglinton  in  later  years,  a 
soured,  broken  man,  mutely  hating  the 
world  that  had  used  him  so  ill. 

Sometimes  Forsythe  feared  that  brood- 
ing over  the  fall  of  his  house  caused 
Dave's  passivity,  sapping  the  vigor  that 
should  send  him,  with  purpose  tenfold  in- 
creased, to  win  back  what  had  been  lost. 

ON  the  lawn  the  two  young  people  were 
joined  by  William  Maxson,  the  old 
doctor's  son,  who  had  just  driven  up.  He 
was  a  few  years  older  than  Dave,  a  dark, 
active  man.  He  had  inherited  his  father's 
natural  ability,  and  reproduced  it,  as  the 
finely  tempered  sword  reproduces  the  es- 
sential virtues  of  the  broad  axe.  Dr. 
Maxson's  sole  extravagance  had  been  his 
son.  He  sent  him  to  schools  and  Uni- 
versity where  he  would  associate  with  the 
sons  of  rich  and  eminent  people.  The  edu- 
cational career  of  the  boy  had  been  bril- 
liant. His  natural  aptitudes  later  fit- 
ted him  into  his  niche  in  business,  as  if 
it  had  been  made  for  him,  and  he  for  it. 
Forsythe  had  great  respect  for  Young 
Mrvf-',  ability  and  character.  Grad- 
Uk..i  the  son  had  taken  the  management 
of  Maxson's  into  his  own  hands,  and  set 
himself  in  other  ways  to  pull  the  family 
name  out  of  the  mud.  The  father's  busi- 
ness engagements  men  had  bound  with 
every  possible  legal  tie.  The  son's  word, 
in  very  few  years,  came  to  be  valued  more 
than  the  old  man's  bond. 

Forsythe  could  not  help  contrasting  the 


two  men  who  were  talking  with  Grace, 
-  both  of  them,  he  knew,  in  love  with  her. 
He  liked  Dave,  admired  Maxson.  In  his 
world,  as  between  the  successful  business 
man,  crammed  with  ambition  and  ability, 
and  the  stagnating  young  lawyer,  there 
was  no  comparison.  A  man  of  Maxson's 
class  had  national  possibilities  in  him, 
and  if  Forsythe  had  the  choosing — then 
he  smiled,  realizing  how  widely  divergent 
are  a  maid's  reasonings  regarding  men, 
and  those  of  her  father. 

UNDER  a  wide-spreading  tree,  whose 
tall  branches  stretched  over  the  river, 
Dave  stopped  paddling,  to  wonder  anew  at 
the  marvel  of  Grace's  loveliness.  Busy- 
ing herself  with  fishing  preparations,  she 
smiled  at  his  meditative  mood.  Latterly 
he  had  been  unusually  quiet  and  thought- 
ful. His  frequent  journeyings  to  Ste.  Ce- 
cilie had  excited  her  curiosity,  and  her 
father  had  spoken  of  them  enquiringly. 
Still,  she  \yas  content  to  wait.  He  could 
hide  nothing  from  her.  She  stopped  her 
soft  whistling  to  smile  again.  She  was 
friend,  comrade,  and — she  thought  pri- 
vately— much  more.  In  his  sunny  moods 
she  liked  him ;  then  he  was  fearless,  chiv- 
alrous, generous.  She  liked  him  still  more 
in  graver  moments  when  clouds  of  self- 
dissatisfaction  hid  the  sun.  Unconscious- 
ly she  measured  other  men  by  him,  and, 
most  absurdly,  found  shortcomings  in 
even  the  nicest  of  them. 

"Try  a  cast  here,  Grace,"  he  said  sud- 
denly. 

She  took  up  her  rod,  and  on  the  face  of 
the  overhung  pool  the  fly  dropped,  light  as 
thistledown,  and  flickered  over  the  dark 
water.  Twice  and  thrice  she  cast.  There 
was  a  swift,  arrowy  rush,  the  music  of 
the  singing  reel,  the  arching  of  the  sup- 
ple rod,  the  manoeuvring  of  the  fish,  the 
outrush  in  power,  the  return  in  weakness, 
the  frenzied  leap,  the  frantically  lashed 
water,  and,  at  last,  the  handsome  game 
fighter  in  Dave's  net. 

"Pound  and  a  half,"  he  pronounced, 
critically. 

"Oh,  the  beauty!"  said  Grace,  with  com- 
passionate admiration.  "What  a  shame 
to  take  him,  Dave.  Remove  the  hook  gent- 
ly. Oh !  You  are  too  rough.  Let  me  have 
him." 

With  a  laugh  he  passed  the  net  over, 
and  she  removed  the  hook. 

"Now  go  straight  home,  and  leave  the 
pretty  flies  alone,"  she  admonished,  put- 


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Dave  stopped  paddling  to  wonder  anew  at  the  marvel  of  Grace's  loveliness. 


ting  the  trout  into  the  river.  Like  a  sil- 
ver bar  he  shot  to  the  deeps. 

"What  a  pity  it  can't  always  be  June," 
she  observed  with  a  sigh,  irrelevantly. 

"SH!  To  your  right,"  he  whispered. 
The  deer  at  the  river's  brink  looked  up, 
watched  them  fearlessly,  then  trotted 
back  into  the  bracken. 

"I'm  going  back  to  the  city  to-night," 
he  said,  leaning  forward. 

"To-night!"  she  echoed.  "I  thought  you 
were  to  be  here  all  the  week?" 

"I  shall  be  away  only  for  three  days," 
he  explained. 

"Oh!"  she  exclaimed,  the  cloud  vanish- 
ing from  her  face. 

"Then  I  settle  down  here  for  good,"  he 
continued.  The  cloud  came  again,  and 
Dave  felt  the  perfectness  of  love's  spring- 
time. 

"You  are  not  returning  to  the  city?" 
she  asked  in  deep  dismay.  Poor  city!  in 
all  its  vast  desolation.  What  would  two 
thirds  of  the  year  be  with  Dave  absent? 
The  reflection  was  overwhelming. 

"I've  done  with  the  law,"  he  said  em- 
phatically. "I  have  hesitated,  perhaps  too 
long,  fearing  it  might  look  like  vacilla- 
tion, but  that's  all  ended  now.  I  have 
ached  to  be  out  of  it,  flogging  myself  for 
laziness,  but  it  really  wasn't  that.  Grace, 
I've  felt  the  cobwebs  getting  thicker  every 
day,  and  I've  just  got  to  get  where  I  can 
breathe  and  move  round." 

"I  think  you  are  quite  right,"  she  an- 
swered reflectively.  "I  don't  believe  you 
would  ever  learn  to  dun  a  man  success- 
fully for  a  debt." 

"It's  a  thundering  big  load  off  my  mind 
anyway,"  he  continued.  "I  want  to  get 
body  drive  into  my  work.  I  have  been 
looking  round  and  planning,  and  I'm  go- 
ing to  get  a  pit  job,  work  in  like  the  regu- 
lar chap,  and  make  good.  I  believe  I  can 
do  it." 

"Of  course  you  can,"  she  agreed,  with 
perfect  conviction. 

"And  then — one  of  these  wonderful 
June  days — "  He  stopped.  The  words 
had  slipped  out.    A  warm,  dusky  evening 


in  June,  the  murmur  of  the  river,  the 
whisper  in  the  trees — all  the  marvellous 
combination  of  appeal.  And  the  sheer  ir- 
resistibleness  of  Grace.  It  was  too  late 
now  to  go  back;  he  must  go  ahead. 

"And  then  I'll  come  to  you,  dearest, 
perhaps  on  a  June  night  like  this  and  ask 
a  question  I  can't  put  now.  It  will  be 
something  to  work  for,  and  dream  about 
in  the  long  winter  evenings.  The  hard- 
est task  will  be  light  because  you  stand 
behind  it."  He  seemed  very  confident 
about  her,  but  she  did  not  think  his  as- 
surance too  great.  He  was  Dave,  and  they 
were,  in  some  respects,  a  rather  matter  of 
fact  couple.  She  knew  his  mind.  His 
manhood's  pride  bade  him  win  for  her, 
bring  to  her,  build  for  her  out  of  the  spoils 
of  his  conquests.  Their  hands  met  in 
comradely  compact,  their  eyes  eloquent 
with  promise.  A  canoe  is  really  a  most 
awkward  thing  on  such  an  occasion!  still 
it  drifted  them  into  the  secluded  haven  of 
a  very  delightsome  Paradise. 

THERE  was  no  blither  heart  in  all  the 
great  city  than  Dave  Eglinton,  when 
he  stepped  from  the  railway  station  into 
the  busy  streets  the  next  morning.  His 
practice  was  not  so  extensive  that  its 
winding  up  was  matter  of  great  difficulty. 
When  evening  arrived  he  had  adjusted 
most  of  it,  and  closed  the  office.  Rummag- 
ing through  old  letters  in  the  clearance, 
he  came  across  a  packet  of  his  father's 
business  papers,  relating  to  the  Ste.  Ce- 
cilie  properties.  He  took  them  home  and 
after  dinner  sat  down  to  look  them  over. 
Mr.  Eglinton  had  been  a  very  precise  man 
in  unimportant  details,  and  much  given  to 
the  diaried  form  of  self-commui;  In 

the  closely  written  pages,  Dave  came  to 
understand  how  fortune  had  been  fritter- 
ed away.  He  found  a  wonderful  fascina- 
tion in  reading  the  successive  dreams. 
Gold  —  silver  —  copper  —  chrome — -iron. 
The  find,  the  hope,  the  labor,  the  cost,  the 
reluctant  abandoning  when  the  oasis 
proved  a  mirage.  Gold  sprinkled  here  and 
there,  as  by  malignant  devil's  hand,  just 


sufficient  to  lure, 
promise,  ruin.  To 
turn  one's  back  on 
the  faintest  glint  of 
it  needs  iron  reso- 
1  u  t  i  o  n,  and  his 
father  had  not  pos- 
sessed it.  Then 
had  come  dreams  of 
silver,  and  copper, 
that  rose  and  wan- 
ed and  died.  Later 
chrome  flourished 
for  a  short  time, 
until  one  day  the 
bottom  fell  out  of  it. 
Dave  discovered 
how  Dr.  Maxson 
had  craftily  fed 
foolish  a  m  b  i  tion, 
lending  money  us- 
uriously  for  will  - 
o'-the-wisp  pursu- 
ings  until  his 
clutches  were  ir- 
removably  fasten- 
ed on  the  real  prize 
in  the  asbestos 
wealth  of  the  pro- 
perties. He  put  the 
papers  away  with 
something  like  a 
sigh,  then  sat  well 
into  the  morning, 
pondering  the  part 
Gold  —  Silver  —  Copper 
Five  caskets  in- 


of  his  people. 

—  Chrome  —  Asbestos 

stead  of  Portia's  three,  as  he  whimsically 

considered,  and  his  father  had  made  the 

ancient  fatal  choice.     The  Chrome  story 

particularly  interested  Dave.     It  brought 

back  to  mind  the  one  travel  trip  of  his 

after-college  year.    A  chance  had  come  hia 

way  for  a  trip  abroad  on  a  tramp  steamer. 

What  a  gorgeous  time  it  had  been!  The 

Atlantic,  Mediterranean,  Aegean! 

"The  Isles  of     Greece,  the     Isles     of 

Greece, 
Where    burning    Sappho    loved     and 

sang." 

Smyrna,  Constantinople,  and  the  dirty, 
picturesque  little  Asia  Minor  port  where 
the  "Glendale"  had  taken  aboard  her  bal- 
last cargo  of  chrome  ore. 

He  wondered  where  Jim  Stevens,  the 
hospitable  skipper  of  the  "Glendale"  was 
just  now.  Next  morning  he  rose  early 
and  called  at  a  shipping  office.  He  was 
in  luck.  The  tramp  was  in  a  near-by  port, 
discharging  cargo.  Dave  boarded  a  train 
and  an  hour  later  was  receiving  vocifer- 
ous welcome  from  his  friend  the  skipper. 
Five  minutes  later  they  were  in  the  fam- 
iliar cabin,  talking  old  times,  and  swap- 
ping newer  experiences.  War  had  stop- 
ped the  long  trips.  Labor  in  the  old 
stamping  grounds  had  bloodier  tasks  than 
mining,  and  the  new  perils  of  the  far 
seas  had  made  them  undesirable  harvest 
fields. 

When  Dave  left,  he  visited  a  library, 
and  spent  some  hours  over  solid  volumes 
that  discussed  mines  and  minerals.  All 
of  which  seemed  to  show  that  he  was 
buckling  down  to  business,  and  finding 
lots  to  learn. 

THERE  was  a  large  gathering  at 
Forsythe's  the  evening  he  got  back. 
The  golf  tournament  was  coming  off,  and 
prize  matters  had  to  be  settled.  Pot  hunt- 
ers were  discouraged  at  Lake  Ste.  Ce- 
cilie,  and    nothing  that  could    advertise 


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prowess  was  permissible  as  prize.  Vic- 
tory's token  must  be  valueless,  unosten- 
tatious, and,  if  possible,  original.  Many 
unacceptable  suggestions  had  been  made 
when  Forsythe  spoke. 

"I'll  give  the  old  Frampton  pit  as  a 
prize,"  he  said.  Shouts  of  laughter  greet- 
ed the  announcement.  "It  is  original, 
unique,  and,  being  a  mere  hole  in  the 
ground,  unostentatious,  and  unquestion- 
ably valueless,  as  I  know  to  my  sorrow. 
No  lilywhite  amateur  could  ever  hock  it 
.  with  the  most  accommodating  'Uncle.'  It 
will  be  a  non-portable  souvenir,  carrying 
a  solemn  warning  to  the  mine  gambler." 

"Sort  of  combination  bayleaf,  religious 
tract,  and  tombstone  epitaph,"  said  Max- 
son. 

"Something  like  that,"  nodded  the  don- 
or. "Amateur  standing  will  not  be  im- 
perilled since,  so  far  from  being  gainful, 
possession  will  cost  the  winner  five  dol- 
lars a  year,  municipal  tax.  The  roman- 
tic thing  would  be  for  some  poor  but  de- 
serving person  to  win  it,  spike  a  pound 
gold  nugget  on  his  pick,  or  yank  out  a 
bushel  of  diamonds.  But  he  won't.  I've 
drilled  it  and  I  know,  hence  my  philan- 
thropy." 

'T*  HE  offer  commended  itself,  and  a  fine 
-»■  contest  ensued.  As  fortune  decided, 
the  finalists  were  Maxson  and  Dave.  The 
outside  rivalry  between  the  men  gave  un- 
usual interest  to  the  fight.  Fate  had  made 
them  antagonists,  and  family  feud  set 
them  in  opposed  camps.  Each  was  in 
love  with  Grace  Forsythe,  and  both  were 
men  who  fought  to  win.  Especially  was 
this  so  with  Maxson.  The  instinct  was  in 
him,  and  from  the  most  trivial  game  to 
life's  most  vital  interest,  he  sought  and 
fought  for  victory.  Eglinton's  keenness 
in  the  match  was  patent  to  all.  In  every 
respect  the  men  were  ideally  matched, 
and  put  their  best  into  the  fight.  For  a 
time  it  was  nip  and  tuck,  then,  at  a  criti- 
cal point  Maxson  forged  ahead,  to  be 
overhauled  after  a  tremendous  struggle. 
The  battle  went  to  the  last  green,  the  last 
put.  Dave  holed  a  long  one,  while  his 
opponent  missed  by  a  hair's  breadth. 

There  is  in  some  men  an  inherited, 
slumbering  devil,  that  a  glass  of  whiskey, 
a  pack  of  cards,  a  trivial  bet,  will  rouse 
to  unimagined  havoc.  Forsythe  had 
known  men  in  whom  the  fascination  of 
pick,  mining  land,  and  chance  of  pit  luck, 
was  as  patently  inherited  as  the  drink 
craving.  He  noted,  after  the  tournament, 
A  change  in  Dave.  There  were  frequent 
trips  to  Ste.  Cecilie's  mines,  increased, 
mail,  numerous  telegrams  out  of  all  pro- 
portion to  a  briefless  barrister's  business. 
Sometimes  he  vanished  on  long  hill 
tramps,  Grace  accompanying  him  now 
and  again.  It  was  a  chance  remark  over- 
heard in  the  hotel  about  the  young  man's 
interest  in  abandoned  properties,  that  led 
Forsythe  to  try  and  coax  information 
from  his  daughter.  She  listened,  laugh- 
ed, and  told  him  nothing.  He  then  made 
up  his  mind  on  a  frontal  attack. 

"Don't  make  a  joke  into  a  serious  mat- 
ter, Dave,"  he  said  one  day  to  the  young 
man.  "No  madness  is  crazier  than  the 
miner's.  There's  nothing  left  in  these 
hills  that  the  established  mines  don't  hold, 
and  you  know  I  don't  say  this  selfishly. 
They  have  been  dug  and  combed  and  drill- 
ed till  we  know  underneath  almost  better 
than  surface.  I  don't  want  to  pry  into 
secrets,  but  I  hear  you  have  been  dicker- 
ing with  Brogan  about  his  rock  patch, 
and  I'd  hate  to  see  you  skinned.    Tell  you 


what,  Dave,  get  back  to  your  law,  and 
break  loose  there  like  I've  seen  you  do  on 
the  football  field,  or  as  you  did  when  Max- 
son had  you  three  down  and  four  to  play 
the  other  day.  Damn  it,  Dave,  you're 
travelling  like  a  dancing  master  at  a  kid's 
party.  Get  the  ball  under  your  arm,  grab 
it  somehow,  stick  that  clenched  teeth  grin 
on  your  face,  and  smash  'em^  scatter  'em, 
tear  'em  up.  I  want  to  see  you  play 
skittles  with  live  men.  Nobody's  quite 
certain  yet  whether  you  are  really  alive, 
or  under  a  slab  of  marble.  Get  back,  and 
start  something,  dive  into  politics,  make 
the  papers  slam  you,  bat  somebody  over 
the  head,  or  pay  them  to  bat  you  over  the 
head,  to  start  a  fire  in  your  fighting 
blood." 

Dave  listened,  solemnly  puffing  his  pipe, 
stolid  as  a  carved  Indian. 

"I've  quit  the  law,"  he  replied  present- 
ly. "Went  to  town  the  other  day,  shut  my 
office,  sold  the  library,  gave  away  my  in- 
fant practice,  and  am  after  a  real  job." 

"Quit!"  echoed  Forsythe  in  mingled 
amaze  and  scorn.  "The  call  of  the  wild, 
life  of  the  open,  talebook  rot  and  piffle,  I 
suppose.  Don't  be  a  fool,  Dave.  The 
mines  with  the  real  dollars  in  them  are 
not  in  the  wilds,  but  in  the  big  city  streets, 
and  the  law  is  fair  elevating  machinery. 
If  you've  really  got  this  mine  bug  bite, 
take  three  months  in  the  pits  for  the  good 
of  your  immortal  soul,  and  imperishable 
intellect.  When  winter's  been  here  a 
month,  you'll  thank  God  for  a  steam-heat- 
ed city  office,  where  you  can  earn  meals 
without  pounding  frozen  rock  for  'em." 

"I  don't  know  that  I  won't  ask  you  for 
the  job  yet,"  laughed  Dave.  "Anyway 
let's  have  a  look  at  the  Frampton,  your 
gift  horse.    I'd  like  to  know  the  bounds." 

"Not  on  your  life,"  said  the  other,  ir- 
ritably. "Oh,  well,  come  on.  I  haven't 
crossed  the  ridge  myself  these  ten  years." 

TOGETHER  they  climbed  the  hill,  un- 
til at  the  summit  they  overlooked  a 
huge  embankment  of  piled  up  rock,  with 
a  little  railway  on  the  top.  There  must 
have  been  thousands  of  tons  there. 

"Well,  I'm — "  began  Forsythe,  wrath- 
fully.  "Here  you,  Poleon,  who  dumped 
that  stuff  on  my  land?" 

"Rock  from  the  old  Doc's  pit.  Been 
there  six — seven — ten  year — I  don't 
know,"  said  the  French-Canadian,  shrug- 
ging his  shoulders. 

"Like  his  blasted  cheek,"  roared  For- 
sythe. "He  could  bury  the  office,  and  none 
of  you  raise  a  cheep.  I'll  make  him  shift 
every  pound  of  it.  There!  I'd  forgot- 
ten," he  laughed.  "It's  yours  now.  But 
soak  him,  Dave,  soak  him  good." 

The  tract  contained  five  acres,  and 
hardly  a  foot  but  was  littered  with  rock 
from  one  of  Maxson's  old  pits.  It  had 
been  a  fine  saving  to  him. 

"Chrome,"  said  Dave,  picking  up  a 
chunk  of  the  iron  heavy  rock. 

"Yes.  Used  to  be  quite  a  market  for 
it,"  replied  Forsythe.  "It's  a  dead  thing 
now." 

"What  do  you  think  of  those  stories 
about  finding  diamonds  in  chrome  de- 
posits?" asked  the  younger  man.  "I  met 
some  geological  chaps  the  other  day  who 
had  examined  several  of  the  pits.  They 
found  infinitesimal  diamonds  in  most  of 
them." 

"There  are  tons  of  gold  in  the  sea," 
grunted  Forsythe.  "Scientists  and  just 
plain  idiots  have  dreamed  of  baling  it 
out." 

"If  it  comes  to  that,"  retorted  Dave, 


"the  Dutchmen  round  Kimberley  gave  the 
first  diamonds  they  found  to  their  kids  to 
play  marbles  with."  When  they  got  back 
to  the  hotel,  there  were  several  men  wait- 
ing for  the  new  Frampton  owner.  Forsy- 
the was  hungry  and  joined  Maxson  at 
dinner. 

"Guess  this  is  Dave's  busy  day.  I  heard 
he  has  optioned  Brogan's  place,"  said  the 
latter. 

"So  many  are  born  every  second," 
growled  the  elder  man.  "You  saw  that 
bunch  of  mossbacks  in  the  hall?  Looking 
for  Santa  Claus  ahead  of  time." 

A  FTER  dinner  Forsythe  sat  on,  smok- 
-^*-  ing  a  gloomy  cigar.  A  live  Canadian^ 
a  college  man  and  lawyer  at  that,  nibbling 
at  option  peddlers  like  a  jay  at  a  country 
fair  over  a  shell  game!  It  was  disgust- 
ing! What  a  rotten  cigar!  Why  could- 
n't they  keep  the  windows  open  and  let 
air  in?  Why  did  they  persist  in  cooking 
everything  in  grease?  When  Dave  en- 
tered, smilingly  brisk,  something  had  to 
crack.  Pitching  away  his  cigar  and  ruf- 
fled feelings,  Forsythe  became  his  bland- 
est. The  boy  had  only  a  few  thousands, 
and  patriotism,  friendship,  and  the  dread- 
ed contingency  of  sonship,  made  urgent 
demands.  If  a  grab  was  on,  he,  Forsythe, 
loved  grabs.  The  kid  had  to  be  educated, 
even  though  the  process  stripped  him 
bone  bare.  Anyway  that  foolish,  fatuous, 
self-satisfied  smirk  had  to  come  off  the 
lad's  face. 

"What's  your  notion  of  Brogan's  place? 
I  have  a  three  years'  lease  option  on  it," 
said  Dave.  "There's  diamond  stuff  there 
all  right,  small,  of  course,  and  good  only 
for  manufacturing  purposes." 

"You've  got  to  gouge  out  a  thing  to 
know  what's  in  it,"  replied  the  other.  "If 
it  is  a  fair  question,  how  much  did  that 
ruffian  soak  you?" 

"Just  a  hundred  or  two,  and  a  fair  lease 
figure,"  said  Dave. 

"Buy  him  quite  a  drop  of  winter  com- 
fort," commented  Forsythe.  "At  that 
rate  my  holdings  should  be  cheap  at  a 
million  or  so." 

"I'll  give  the  thing  a  show  ansrway," 
said  Dave.  "If  there  are  little  diamonds, 
it  seems  likely  big  ones  may  be  round." 

"They  ain't  rabbits,  and  the  litter  by- 
no  means  implies  an  antecedent  pa  and 
ma,"  sneered  Forsythe. 

"Laughing  and  mocking  are  no  argu- 
ments," grinned  the  youngster.  "Jays, 
used  to  sneer  at  asbestos  till  they  learned 
sense.  I  hear  the  best  diamond  showing 
is  Will  Maxson's." 

"What'll  you  pay  for  an  option  like 
Brogan's,  on  Maxson's  and  my  chrome 
lands?"  asked  the  mine  man.  "Why  buy 
a  pig  in  a  poke  when  you  can  have  a  good 
look  at  him  at  the  end  of  a  string?  This, 
diamond  talk  is  all  darned  rot,  but  if  you. 
mean  to  test  things,  be  sure  and  get  reli- 
able material  to  try  out.  How  would! 
$3,000  suit  you?" 

"I  might  be  tempted  to  take  a  flyer  on 
half,"  said  Dave,  attacking  an  apple  pie. 

Dinner  over  presently,  the  speculator 
went  back  to  his  whiskered  friends  in  the>, 
hall,  while  his  companion  stepped  out  hur- 
riedly. An  hour  later  Forsythe  return-, 
ed. 

"I'll  thank  you  for  a  cheque  for  fifteen 
hundred  dollars,"  he  said,  slapping  hisi 
own  and  Maxson's  transferred  options — 
for  which  he  had  paid  $250 — on  the  table. 
"I'll  waive  certification  this  time,"  h«. 
added  generously. 

Continued  on  page  89. 


He  lets  out  a  holler  and  legs  it  for  open  ground  with  her  after  liiiii. 

Their  Tents  Like  the  Arabs 

Andy  Doolin  Meets  Another  Editor 


Who  wrote 


By  Hopkins  Moorhouse 

"The  Herald  Angel,"   "The   Centre  of  Gravity,"   etc. 


I. 


ADDIN'  'em  all  up  an'  strikin'  a  bal- 
ance, noospaper  fellers  is  pretty 
good  scouts.  They  has  the  double 
entry  into  sassiety,  high  or  low,  knowin' 
how  to  get  into  the  middle  o'  what's  goin' 
on  by  way  o'  the  wide  front  steps  an'  the 
grand  salaam  or  the  back  door  or  through 
the  pantry  winder  if  they  can't  get  in  no 
other  ways.  Sometimes  they  gets  in  where 
angels  fears  to  tread,  all  o'  which  I  sub- 
mits has  a  considerable  widenin'  influ- 
ence an'  smelts  'em  down  to  gen'wine. 

But  frequent  the  human  mind  aint 
reachin'  golden  conclusions  without  dig- 
gin'  around  considerable  an'  drivin'  pros- 
pect tunnels  into  Old  Mount  Experience. 
The  foundin'  o'  the  Clover  Bar  Booster 
by  B.  Birks  is  the  first  the  camp's  had  to 
do  with  editors  an'  nobody's  denyin'  he 
was  sure  white  an'  a  fine  little  feller. 
But  when  he  sells  out  an'  goes  back  East 


Illustrated    by    Arthur    Heming 

among  the  purlieus  o'  Art  an'  Fashion 
an'  we  turns  the  page  expectant  to  get 
acquainted  with  the  new  editor  we  un- 
covers the  darndest  specimen  o'  hungry- 
lookin'  journalistic  quartz  any  o'  the  boys 
has  ever  seen.  We  aint  none  o'  us  sure 
whether  he's  a  thin  film  o'  bornite  or  a 
limestone  band  what's  foundered  into  the 
diorite  magma  at  the  time  o'  intrusion. 

As  I  sayd  afore,  Clover  Bar  aint  had 
much  chanst  to  study  the  habits  o'  edi- 
tors; for  it's  on'y  a  little  minin'  camp 
back  in  the  mountains.  The  Kootenay  in 
them  early  boom  days  was  attractin'  con- 
siderable attention  on  the  outside,  how- 
ever, so't  our  population  on  the  Inside  was 
pretty  much-  poose-caffy — as  bad  mixed 
as  a  loud  check'  suit.  Rich  man,  poor 
man,  plain  loafer  an'  one-time-cattle- 
rustler-maybe — all  lined  up  to  have  some- 
thin'.  There  was  a  "dead-line"  in  camp 
an'  below  it  you  could  find  anythin'  at 
any  hour  o'  the  night,  includin'  Jake  Bel- 


lamy's all-night  dance  hall,  the  which  he 
calls  it  the  "Upper  Ten  Theaytre"  with  a 
saloon  an'  gamblin'  department  adjoin- 
in',  laborin'  under  the  designation  o'  "The 
Bucket  o'  Blood."  Above  the  dead-line 
in  the  decenter  part  o'  the  camp  is  the 
other  an'  main  booze  bazaar,  named  "The 
Silver  Dollar,"  the  which  yours  truly  runs 
respectable   an'  owns   entire. 

It  bein'  just  after  the  big  gold  strike 
over  on  Wolf  Crick  an'  the  development 
o'  the  copper  group  up  on  Toad  Mountain, 
Clover  Bar  sure  is  bein'  taxed  for  ac- 
commodations. I've  already  run  a  second 
storey  on  the  Silver  Dollar  so's  a  few 
friends  can  find  a  place  to  bunk  an'  work's 
proceedin'  night  an'  day  on  a  permanent 
dressed-boards  extension  with  sleepin' 
apartments  for  strangers  passin'  through 
or  abidin'  awhile.  I'm  intendin'  to  have 
a  gen'wine  hotel  rotundary  where  said 
guests  can  register  fonnal  with  a  buzz- 
bell  connectin'  each  an'  every  apartment 


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with  the  bar  for  refreshment  orders  an' 
sudden  ice-water  calls.  An'  I'm  goin'  to 
move  the  dinin'-room  inside  out  o'  the  wet, 
the  same  bein'  at  present  operatin'  in  a 
tent  alongside.  I'm  likewise  plannin'  to 
build  a  reg'lar  theaytre  an'  call  same  "The 
E-Light." 

WELL  anyways,  me'n  Jimmy's  on 
duty  together  an'  keepin'  mighty 
busy  in  the  irrigatin'  ditch,  the  which  we 
has  to  hire  a  Swede  bar-keep  as  a  relief 
shift.  Ole's  just  come  on  an'  I'm  untyin' 
my  apron-strings  when  I  hears  somebody 
a-hemmin'  in  their  throat  an'  there  stands 
the  longest,  leanest,  widest-grinnin'  string- 
ei-  o'  skin  an'  bones  I've  ever  seen  breathe 
an'  move.  He's  the  color  o'  the  keys  on 
Gran'ma's  old  melodeon  an'  he  must  've 
measured  six-foot-six  from  tip  to  tip. 

"Howdy,  Doolin,"  grins  this  specimen, 
loungin'  free  an'  easy  across  the  bar,  per- 
fect at  home  in  them  surroundin's. 

"  H'lo,  yourself,"  I  says,  lookin'  closter 
to  make  sure  I  aint  passin'  up  a  former 
acquaintance.  But  he's  so  peculiar  lookin' 
I  knows  right  away  I  aint  never  seen  him 
afore. 

"My  name's  Crabtree — Cephus  Crab- 
tree,"  he  condescends.  "Permit  me — my 
card."  An'  he  extends  a  ink-daubed  how- 
d'you-do  acrost  to  me  to  prove  it.  "I've 
just  closed  a  little  deal  for  your  enter- 
prisin'  little  noospaper  plant,  payin'  the 
small  sum  o'  one  thousand  dollars  for  the 
privilege  o'  purveyin'  to  the  citizens  o' 
this  progressive  little  city  o'  the  moun- 
tains the  noos  o'  the  world-at-large  an' 
the  higher  flights  o'  literary  fancy  in 
prose  and  verse,  it  bein'  the  sacred  dooty 
o'  the  press  to  uphold  the  noble  graces  o' 
the  Arts  as  well  as  directin'  the  thoughts 
o'  our  citizenship  into  the  proper  channels 
for  the  formation  o'  an  enlightened  public 
opinion." 

His  spigot  is  wide  open  an'  the  talk  is 
runnin'  out  so  smooth  an'  fast  his  Goblet 
o'  Thought  is  mostly  bead. 

"Why,  that's  very  kind  o'  you,  Andy," 
he  breaks  off.  "I  don't  mind  if  I  do.  I'll 
try  the  rye,  thanks." 

I  looks  around  to  see  if  Jimmy  has  gave 
him  the  sign  or  anythin'  like  that;  but 
Jimmy's  at  the  other  end  o'  the  bar.  I'm 
kind  o'  dazed  an'  I  shoves  the  drink  acrost 
to  him. 

"I  believes  you'n  me's  goin'  to  be  good 
friends,  Andy,"  he  wanders  on.  "Wonder- 
ful thing,  friendship.  It's  the  on'y  pearl 
to  our  oyster  in  this  Valley  o'  Shadows," 
says  he,  wavin'  a  bony  hand.  "Here  to- 
day an'  gone  tomorrer !  We  shifts  here  'n' 
there  in  the  Wynds  o'  Fate  like  yeller 
leaves,  passin'  an'  repassin'  other  yeller 
leaves  an'  sudden  we  sees  a  hand  out- 
stretched an'  catches  a  fleetin'  smile 
—  an'  that's  Friendship.  An'  ere 
the  shades  o'  Night  falls  fast  upon  us  an' 
we  closes  our  tired  eyes  in  sleep  them 
kind  words  we've  heerd  comes  troopin' 
back  upon  us  an'  brings  a  wan  smile  to 
our  lips.  An'  in  the  dead  o'  Night  our 
Soul  languishes  an'  we  folds  our  tents  like 
the  Arabs  an'  as  silently  steals  away — 
nice  place  you  got  here,  Doolin.  You 
must  be  coinin'  money." 

HE  combs  his  tie,  sort  o'  self-conscious, 
the  which  it  is  a  big  literary  flowin' 
bow  with  the  current  sluggish,  once  black 
but  now  gray  with  dust.  I  stares  at  it 
fascinated  an'  wets  my  lips. 
"Ye-ah,"  I  murmurs  foolish. 
"Do  you  mind  if  I  steps  around  into  the 
dinin'-room?"  grins  Cephus.    "I'm  always 


interested  in  the  culinary  equipment  o' 
hostelleries.  I  takes  a  keen  delight  in 
describin'  'em  an'  praisin'  'em  in  my 
colyumns,"  says  he. 

"Go's  far's  you  like.  Make  yourself  to 
home  an'  if  there's  anythin'  you  don't  see 
ask  for  same  an'  I'll  have  one  o'  the  ser- 
vants bring  it  around  to  you,"  I  says  sar- 
castic. 

"Very  kind  o'  you,  Doolin.  Thanks. 
Very  kind  indeed.  I'll  just  do  that,"  nods 
Editor  Crabtree,  grateful;  an'  I  notes 
his  Adam's  Apple  slidin'  up  an'  down  as 
he  makes  for  the  dinin'-room. 

I  gets  out  a  tape-line  an'  measures  the 
distance  atween  the  marks  o'  his  boots  an' 
his  stride  is  a  yard-an'-a-half  an'  his  feet 
runs  fourteen   inches  by  six! 

I  lingers  around  just  to  see  what'll  hap- 
pen an'  present  Jimmy  looks  me  up. 

"That  lanky  guy's  been  down  the  menoo 
twice.  Boss,  an,  Olga  says  he  won't  settle 
up.    Shall  I ?" 

"Not  at  all,"  says  I.  "He's  eatin'  on 
the  house — to-night." 

"He's  askin'  for  cigars " 

"Ask  him  does  he  want  the  Flor  de  Fino 
or  the  Panatella  de  Gwotomayla." 

"He  prefers  the  El  Fino,"  reports  Jim- 
my, comin'  back. 

"Here — give  him  the  rest  o'  the  box," 
says  I,  shovin'  same  into  Jimmy's  hand 
an'  wavin'  him  hence. 

When  Cephus  comes  out  with  the  cigar 
box  tucked  under  his  arm  an'  one  o'  the 
weeds  atween  his  teeth  I  knows  he's  hope- 
less. He's  proceedin'  to  make  a  farewell 
speech  an'  to  move  a  vote  o'  thanks,  when 
I  cuts  him  short  an'  goes  out  into  the 
fresh  air  as  quick  as  I  can. 

"Shades  o'  little  B.  Birks!"  thinks  I. 
"What  have  we  in  our  midst?" 

T  PROCEEDS  to  take  a  good  long  walk. 
A  I  goes  clean  down  the  valley  trail  till 
the  camp's  behind  me  complete  an'  then  I 
climbs  up  to  a  little  ledge  an'  gets  out 
my  pipe.  I  aint  no  more  'n  taken  a  couple 
o'  puffs  when  I  notes  down  in  the  crick 
bottom  a  little  brown  tent  nestlin'  back  in 
the  aspens  with  a  thin  column  o'  smoke 
curlin'  up  in  front. 

I  aint  pretendin'  to  know  all  the  pros- 
pectors an'  miners  an'  Indians  as  happens 
to  pitch  camp  in  an'  around  Clover  Bar 
an'  I'm  about  to  dismiss  said  brown  tent 
from  further  attention  in  favor  o'  lettin' 
Cephus  Crabtree  occupy  my  thoughts  ex- 
clusive when  I  notes  said  party  hisself 
stridin'  straight  for  the  tent,  havin'  just 
turned  in  from  the  valley  trail. 

An'  while  I'm  lookin'  a  woman  comes 
sudden  out  o'  the  tent  an'  stands  waitin' 
for  Cephus  with  her  arms  on  her  hips. 
There's  somethin'  so  forbiddin'  in  her 
attitude  that  I  can't  help  lookin'  on  an' 
present  they  starts  quarrellin'  to  beat  four 
of  a  kind.  An'  the  first  thing  I  knowed 
she'd  run  back  into  the  tent  an'  comes  out 
with  a  fryin'-pan  in  her  hand  an'  wallops 
that  two-column  editorial  over  the  head. 
He  lets  out  a  holler  an'  legs  it  for  open 
ground  with  her  after  him. 

When  they  has  disappeared  in  the 
bushes  I  sits  back  weak  an'  grinnin'  an' 
not  begrudgin'  Cephus  his  little  foray 
after  a  pail  o'  the  milk  o'  human  kindness. 
In  fact,  I  begins  to  understand  better  how 
a  human  bein'  could  get  all  wore  down  to 
skin  an'  bones  like  he  was.  For  when  a 
woman  goes  kickin'  around  inside  the 
corral  that  way  it  takes  a  cool  an'  nervy 
wrangler  to  bust  her  proper  an'  no  yeller 
leaf  passin'  an'  repassin'  other  yeller 
leaves  is  goin'  to  accomplish  same.     No 


wonder  Cephus  is  talkin'  'bout  his  tired 
eyes  closin'  in  sleep  an'  kind  words  bring- 
in'  a  wan  smile  to  his  lips  an'  his  languish- 
in'  soul  foldin'  its  tent  an'  hittin'  trail  in 
the  dead  o'  night ! 

T  GOES  back  to  the  Silver  Dollar,  pon- 
A  derin'  considerable  on  the  sanded  decks 
o'  the  Game  o'  Livin',  an'  I  aint  much 
more'n  got  there  when  I  hears  my  name 
bein'  paged  all  over  the  place.  I  comes 
out  from  behind  a  Winnipeg  noospaper 
that's  just  hit  camp  to  find  myself  gazin' 
intent  at  a  little  squat  woman  in  a  stained 
corduroy  skirt  an'  a  blue  flannel  waist. 
She  has  on  a  pair  o'  cow-girl  boots  an'  a 
greasy  old  Stetson;  but  I  aint  mistakin' 
her  for  Little  Miss  Canada.  I  knows 
immediate  who  she  is;  for  she  has  a  cigar 
box  under  her  arm  an'  she  sure  does  look 
assertive. 

"Your  name  Doolin?"  she  approaches 
direct.  "Is  there  any  place  here  where  I 
can  gee  you  private?"  An'  she  glares 
around  at  the  boys  the  which  is  one  an'  all 
pausin'  an'  starin'  somewhat. 

"Step  this  way,  ma'am,"  says  I  polite. 
An'  I  leads  the  way  into  one  o'  the  re- 
freshment alcoves  an'  orders  Jimmy  to 
mix  a  plain  lemonade;  for  she's  hot  an' 
dusty,  the  which  there's  streaks  on  her 
face  where  she's  been  prespirin'  free.  An' 
darned  if  she  aint  got  a  moustache  on  her 
lip,  the  which  I  gazes  at  in  awe,  same 
bein'  long  enough  to  stroke. 

She  slams  down  the  box  o'  cigars  on  the 
table,  slams  down  her  hand  on  top  o'  same 
an'  gives  it  a  shove  over  to  me. 

"He  smoked  six  an'  four  got  smashed; 
so  I  owes  you  for  ten,"  says  Mrs.  Cephus 
Crabtree.  "How  much?"  An'  she  starts 
fishin'  out  a  little  black  purse,  the  which  I 
waves  aside   indignant. 

"Mr.  Crabtree  was  my  guest  this  even- 
in',  ma'am " 

"A  Crabtree  is  never  the  guest  o'  the 
licker  interests!"  she  retorts,  emphatic. 
"Oh,  I  knows  your  underminin'  methods, 
Doolin,  an'  we  may's  well  understand 
each  other  right  now.  This  here  paper  is 
goin'  to  be  run  independent,"  she  empha- 
sizes. "We  refuses  to  be  subsidized  by 
governments  or  railroads  or  commercial 
pirates.  The  Crabtrees  is  neither  Grit 
nor  Tory.  We  swings  our  influence  ac- 
cordin'  to  the  highest  thought  in  the  best 
interests  o'  the  people.  We're  goin'  to 
change  the  name  o'  the  paper  to  "Ex-cel- 
si-or"  an'  start  a  campaign " 

"Why  not  go  all  the  ways  an'  call  it 
'Sawdust',"  I  injects;  but  she  passes  me 
without  takin'  notice. 

" to  clean  up  the  cess-pools  o'  in- 
iquity in  this  place.  We  shall  drive  the 
cohorts  o'  B.  Elsie  Bub  into  the  Seas  o' 
Utter  Defeat.  We  shall  smash  every 
bottle  o'  devil's  brew  an'  every  man " 

"But,  lady,  excuse  me " 

" every  man  in   Clover  Bar  shall 

wear  the  white  badge  o'  temp'rance  upon 
his  breast " 

"But  ma'am- 


an'  instead  o'  drunken  brawlin' 
there  shall  be  a  new  idear  o'  the  respon- 
sibilities o'  citizenship " 

"But  askin'  your  pardon,  ma'am- 


an'  the  horny  handed  Son  o'  Toil 
shall  step  into  a  larger  share  in  this  glori- 
ous heritage  o'  ours " 

"Sure,"  I  nods.  "An'  I  fully  agrees 
with  all  you  says,  Mrs.  Crabtree,  an.'  1 
closes  up  the  Silver  Dollar  an'  goes  in 
with  you  hearty  for  the  development  o' 


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silver  llnin's.  An'  when  we  has  rolled 
all  them  dark  clouds  away  we'll  sink  a 
12-foot  shaft  into  the  pay-ore,  the  which 
I  hands  over  my  entire  poke  an'  lives  on 
ozone  henceforth.  An'  we'll  start  a 
fact'ry  for  extractin'  an'  refinin'  the  oil 
from  the  knees  an'  elbows  o'  young  an' 

'  old  hornets " 

I  pauses,  laughin';  for  I'm  talkin'  to  an 
empty  pew,  the  congregation  havin'  rose 
without  a  word  an'  filed  out  o'  church. 
An'  it's  on'y  after  she's  been  gone  some 
time  that  I  sudden  realizes  she  has  ig- 
nored the  collection-plate  entire  an'  has 
been  bluffin'  pure  'bout  payin'  for  them 
cigars  an'  the  dinner  with  which  the 
licker  interests  was  tryin'  to  under- 
mine the  freedom  o'  the  press! 

'T*IME  passed,  as  they  say  in  books. 
-»■  Six  weeks  of  it  went  streamin'  past 
the  winder.  Six  tongue-tyin'  tangles  o' 
this  here  Excelsior  was  printed  an'  cir- 
culated in  an'  around  camp  till  most  o'  the 
citizens  was  sore  from  laughin'  an'  the 
rest  was  likewise  sore,  but  from  bein' 
laughed  at.  For  this  here  "Cassandra 
Crabtree,  Editor,"  sure  has  took  the  bit 
in  her  teeth  an'  gone  lopin'  down  the 
trail  after  B.  Elsie  Bub  with  a  gun  in  each 
hand.  She  starts  in  to  clean  up  them  cess- 
pools o'  iniquity  she's  talkin'  about  an' 
there's  times  when  she  seems  to  know 
so  much  what  actual  happens  that  she 
has  some  worthy  citizens  guessin'  an'  she 
has  Jake  Bellamy  goin'  around  at  the 
rate  o'  a  couple  o'  hundred  revolutions  a 
mmute  an'  threatenin'  at  each  revolute  to 
fly  off  the  handle,  boil  over  an'  scald  some- 
body— the  which  aint  worryin'  the  re- 
spectable element  none. 

Final  Jake  comes  up  to  my  place  o'  his 
own  accord  an'  uninvited  an'  I  aint  no 
more'n  gettin'  my  wind  back  from  the 
surprise  o'  the  visit  when  I  loses  it  again, 
notin'  the  change  in  Jake.  His  cigar  is 
back  at  its  usual  cock-sure  tilt  on  one 
side  o'  his  scarred  mouth  an'  he's  wearin' 
his  thumbs  in  the  arm-holes  o'  his  leather 
vest.  An'  he  proceeds  to  hit  me  a  slap  on 
the  back  like  him  an'  me  was  old  friends, 
the  which  I  never  liked  the  feller.  He 
winks  knowin'  an'  looks  around  for  a  cor- 
ner where  we  can  talk  to  ourselves. 

"Why  the  undiluted  spirits?"  grunts  I, 
signifyn'  a  table  an'  orderin'  the  high- 
ball he's  wantin'.  "  'Cordin'  to  last  week's 
Shavin's  you  was  all  run  down  an'  'bout 
ready  to  crate  up  an'  depart  from  our 
midst." 

"You  seen  that  damned  eddytoral  las' 
week.  Well,  lamp  the  noo  spiel."  An' 
Bellamy  hauls  a  fresh-printed  copy  o'  the 
current  Excelsior  from  his  pocket  an'  leers 
at  me  with  his  good  eye  so  triumphant  I 
starts  readin'  eager  where  he  points. 

An'  darned  if  it  aint  a  long  apology  for 
'misunderstandin' "  Bellamy  an'  his 
cussed  establishment,  the  which  Cassan- 
dra proceeds  to  describe  as  an  "amuse- 
ment palace,"  so  careful  conducted  that 
frequent  disorderly-inclined  "patrons" 
was  threw  out  into  the  street  for  not  be- 
havm'  theirselves  like  gentlemen.  An' 
she  s  speakin'  o'  "Mr.  Bellamy,  our  worthy 
citizen"  an'  "Mr.  Bellamy,  our  popular 
theaytre  magnet"  an'  "Mr.  Bellamy  who 
IS  performin'  such  yeomanry  service  to 
the  citizens  o'  Clover  Bar  in  enlivenin'  the 
dull  monotony  o'  mountain-town  life." 

"How'sat?     Some  class,  eh?" 

"There's  on'y  one  thing  she's  left  out," 
I  remarks  slow.  "She  aint  said  nothin' 
bout  your  church  connections." 


"DELLAMY  haw-haws,  sarcasticness 
-L*  rollin'  off  him  like  water  on  grease. 
He  turns  a  page  an'  points  to  another 
piece  the  which  I  reads  thoughtful.  For 
it's  labelled  "Judge  Not,"  an'  it's  the  dog- 
gonedest  line  o'  arg'ment  in  favor  o'  booze 
I  ever  heerd  an'  quotin'  Scripture  to  prove 
a  little  wine  for  the  stomach's  sake  is 
right  an'  proper.  An'  it  tells  what  a  feller 
named  Martin  Luther  sayd  'bout  the  man 
bein'  a  fool  who  didn't  love  wine,  women 
an'  song.  An'  it  gives  a  list  o'  some  o' 
the  world's  great  men  who  has  been 
drinkin'  wine  ever  sinst  they  was  babies. 

By  this  time  Cassandra's  warmin'  to 
her  subject  an'  the  idear  o'  man  drinkin' 
water  like  an  ox  when  he  can  get  wine 
seems  to  be  the  most  ridic'lous  thing  she 
ever  heerd  of.  An'  she  proceeds  to  offer 
up  a  prayer  for  them  poor  ignorant  ladies 
what  isn't  sufficient  grateful  for  the 
blessin's  bestowed  on  mankind,  objectin' 
to  the  cheerin'  gifts  o'  wine  while  they 
goes  off  on  a  toot  of  extravagance  in  dress 
till  their  husbands  is  driven  to  suicide. 
An'  she  winds  up  with  a  complete  ex- 
posure o'  spiral  springs  an'  cotton  battin', 
false  hair,  false  teeth,  false  colorin'  an' 
false  ideas  an'  ideals. 

Rememberin'  all  the  things  this  Cassan- 
dra woman  has  been  hammerin'  at  durin' 
the  past  five  weeks  o'  her  campaign 
against  B.  Elsie  Bub,  I'm  absolute  speech- 
less. I  hands  back  the  paper  to  Bellamy 
an'  looks  at  him  hard,  the  which  he  grins 
wider. 

"Mebbe  I  aint  got  them  Crabapple 
people  where  I  wants  'em,  eh?  Mebbe 
this  old  nanny  editor  o'  ours  aint  eatin' 
out  o'  my  hand,  eh?" 

"How'd  you  fix  it?"  I  enquiries  quiet, 
already  suspectin'  a  thing  or  two. 

"Coin,"  laughs  Jake.  "The  little  old 
mazuma.  I  pays  her  two  hundred  bones 
down,  balance  next  week — a  thousand  al- 
together an'  I'm  to  own  the  paper  com- 
plete. An'  do  you  know  what  ownin'  a 
noospaper  means,  Doolin?  Politics!  An' 
you  knows  what  that  means  'thout  me 
tellin'  you. 

"Now,  let's  get  right  down  to  cases  on 
this  here  thing,  Andy.  I  come  up  to 
offer  you  a  chanst  to  get  in  an'  get  in 
right,  y'understand.  I's  talkin'  to  McPhee 
not  long  ago  an'  it'll  be  a  cinch  to  organ- 
ize this  here  district  to  the  King's  taste. 
I  offers  you  the  chanst  to  come  in  with  me 
on  this  proposition.  We're  both  in  this 
business  together,  y'understand,  an'  if 
we  pulls  together  we  owns  the  whole 
works.  You  can  be  the  Member  for  the 
Provincial  House  or  go  to  Ottawa,  which- 
ever you  likes.  I'll  be  the  Member  for 
the  one  you  aint  wantin'  an'  how's  that  for 
playin'  the  game  square?  There's  my 
cards,  face  up,  old  scout,  an'  it's  vour 
lead." 

I  looks  acrost  at  Mr.  Bellamy,  our 
worthy  citizen  an'  popular  theaytre  mag- 
net, an'  my  risin'  anger  begins  to  ooze. 

"I  aint  never  mixed  in  politics,  Bel- 
lamy," I  frowns,  cold,  "an'  if  I  ever  does 
it  won't  be  the  kind  you  play.  Now  get 
this  straight  so's  you  won't  ever  be  mak- 
in'  the  mistake  again.  You'n  me  aint  got 
nothin'  in  common.  This  here  booze  game 
is  bad  enough  when  it's  played  on  the 
level,  the  which  I  tries  to  run  my  place 
decent.  The  time's  comin'  when  booze  is 
goin'  into  the  discard " 

"Aw,  come  off!" 

"I'm  statin'  a  fact,  Bellamy.  An'  I'm 
goin'  to  tell  you  somethin'  else.  The 
time's  comin'  when  there'll  be  a  shootin' 
or  somethin'  like  that  as'll  wake  up  this 


camp  to  the  kind  o'  joint  you're  conductin' 
down  there  an'  you'll  be  run  out  o'  this 
here  camp  so  fast  you'll  lose  your 
breath " 

"Haw-haw-haw !" 

"An'  I  don't  mind  addin'  that  if  the 
chanst  comes  I'll  do  what  I  can  to  wipe 
you  out  an'  obliterate  you  complete  from 
the  environs  o'  this  here  camp,  the  which 
you   are   pollutin' " 

"You  will,  eh?" 

"Why,  you  poor  little  cigar-butt!  You 
miserable  puddle  o'  stale  beer  an'  doctored 
boozerino!  D'you  think  I  aint  knowin' 
what's  goin'  on?  D'you  think  I'm  goin' 
to  mix  up  with  the  likes  o'  you  in  a  dirty 
game    o'    flim-flam    an'    grafts?" 

I  rises  an'  brings  down  my  fist  on  the 
table  so  hard  his  glass  is  knocked  off  an' 
smashes  on  the  floor. 

"I  reproaches  myself  for  bein'  seen  talk- 
in'  to  you  this  long  an'  I  strongly  advises 
you  to  get  back  where  you  belongs  as  fast 
as  you  know,"  I  finishes. 

"You  can't  bluff  me,  Doolin,"  brazens 
Bellamy,  so  mad  he's  red  in  the  face. 
"You  just  start  somethin'  with  me  an' 
you'll  get  yours." 

"You  has  half  a  minute  to  get  out  afore 
you're  thrown  out.    Vamoose!"  I  snaps. 

I  sits  down  an'  lights  a  cigar  an'  pulls 
out  my  watch.  When  I  looks  up  final 
Bellamy  has  gone. 

IMMEDIATELY  I  calls  Jimmy  over  an' 
J-  tells  him  to  have  a  basket  o'  grub 
packed,  consistin'  o'  sandwiches,  pies  an' 
cakes  an'  to  throw  in  a  bottle  o'  claret 
an'  a  bottle  o'  rye,  same  to  be  delivered 
down  to  the  Excelsior  office  as  soon  as 
ready.  Then  I  puts  on  a  hat  an'  goes  up 
street  to  Jeff  Hazlitt's  office,  the  which 
he  is  an  attorney  in  an'  out  o'  law. 

He  has  the  papers  all  ready,  as  I  has 
instructed  him  near  a  week  ago;  so  we 
meanders  down  to  the  shack  where  the 
Crabtrees  has  been  slingin'  ink  so  pro- 
misc'ous  an'  proceeds  to  serve  attachment 
on  the  entire  plant,  foreclosin'  same  com- 
plete. 

"You  has  been  here  six  weeks  too  long," 
I  sayd  to  Cassandra  straight  out.  "You 
has  used  up  a  lot  o'  paper  an'  ink  as  was 
on  these  here  premises  afore  you  came  an' 
you  has  not  used  it  judicious.  You  takes 
possession  without  payin'  a  cent  an'  you 
gives  a  worthless  note  for  this  here  lay- 
out, amount  o'  same  bein'  $500  on'y.  The 
thirty  days  on  that  there  note  to  B.  Birks 
was  up  afore  you  arrives  an'  you  has  been 
equal  ignorin'  o'  the  graceful  days  which 
follered.  Why  aint  you  paid  up  them  ob- 
ligations?" 

"Please,  gentlemen,  we  ain't  got  the 
money,"  says  Cephus,  wipin'  ink  off  his 
hands  an'  lookin'  at  us  kind  o'  scared.  He 
turns  to  Cassandra  implorin'ly  an'  I  sure 
am  surprised  to  see  how  meek  that  he-she  . 
woman  is  behavin',  her  just  shakin'  her 
head  sad. 

"If  things  had  been  different  I  might  o' 
let  you  stay  on  here  gettin'  out  this  paper, 
the  which  I  owns  entire,  me  havin'  paid 
full  cash  on  that  there  purchase  note 
Crabtree  gives  to  B.  Birks — to  help  him 
on  his  weddin'  trip.  But  when  you  starts 
in  blasphemin'  in  cold  print,  tryin'  to  de- 
fend booze  by  quotin'  Scripture— — •  Do 
you  hear  me,  Mrs.  Crabtree?"  I  thunders. 

She  just  nods  an'  shrinks  an'  Cephus 
slides  over  to  her  an'  they  both  shrinks 
back  against  the  wall,  starin'  at  Hazlitt 
an'  me,  apparent  scared  bad. 

"When  you  starts  in  sellin'  out  your 
Continued  on  Page  82. 


The  Old,  Old  Story  of  How  Five 
Men  Went  Fishing 

By  Stephen  Leacock 

Autlior    of    "Further    Foolishness^"    "Moonbeams  of  the  Larger  Lunacy,"   etc. 


Illustrated    by   F.    Horsman    Varley 


THIS  is  a  plain  account  of  a  fishing 
party.  It  is  not  a  story.  There  is 
no  plot.  Nothing  happens  in  it  and 
nobody  is  hurt.  The  only  point  of  this 
narrative  is  its  peculiar  truth.  It  not 
only  tells  what  happened  to  us, — the  five 
people  concerned  in  it— but  what  has  hap- 
pened and  is  happening  to  all  the  other 
fishing  parties  that  at  this  time  of  year 
from  Halifax  to  Vancouver,  go  gliding 
out  on  the  unruffled  surface  of  Canadian 
lakes  in  the  still  cool  of  early  summer 
morning. 

We  decided  to  go  in  the  early  moining 
because  there  is  a  popular  belief  that  the 
early  morning  is  the  right  time  for  bass 
fishing.  The  bass  is  said  to  bite  in  the 
early  morning.  Perhaps  it  does.  In  fact 
the  thing  is  almost  capable  of  scientific 
proof.  The  bass  does  not  bite  between 
eight  and  twelve.  It  does  not  bite  between 
twelve  and  six  in  the  afternoon.  Nor  does 
it  bite  between  six  o'clock  and  midnight. 
All  these  things  are  known  facts.  The 
inference  is  that  the  bass  bites  furiously 
at  about  daybreak. 

At  any  rate  our  party  were  unanimous 
about  starting  early.  "Better  make  an 
early  start,"  said  the  Colonel  when  the 
idea  of  the  party  was  suggested.  "Oh 
yes,"  said  George  Popley,  the  Bank  Man- 
ager, "We  want  to  get  right  out  on  the 
shoal  while  the  fish  are  biting." 

When  he  said  this  all  our  eyes  glisten- 
ed.    Everybody's  do.     There's  a  thrill  in 


But  therewa^_^cd  ^^hin^  in  the Iparg -all ^^Imter 


the  words.  To  "get  out  right  on  the  shoal 
at  daybreak  when  the  fish  are  biting,"  is 
an  idea  that  goes  to  any  man's  brain. 

If  you  listen  to  the  men  talking  in  a 
Pullman  car,  or  a  hotel  corridor,  or  bet- 
ter still,  at  the  little  tables  in  a  first- 
class  bar,  you  will  not  listen  long  before 
you  hear  one  say — "Well,  we  got  out 
early,  just  after  sunrise,  right  on  the 
shoal."  .  .  .  And  presently,  even  if 
you  can't  hear  him  you  will  see  him  reach 
out  his  two  hands  and  hold  them  about 
two  feet  apart  for  the  other  man  to  ad- 
mire. He  is  measuring  the  fish.  No,  not 
the  fish  they  caught;  this  was  the  big  one 
that  they  lost.  But  they  had  him  right 
up  to  the  top  of  the  water:  Oh,  yes,  he 
was  up  to  the  top  of  the  water  all  right. 
The  number  of  huge  fish  that  have  been 
heaved  up  to  the  top  of  the  water  in  our 
Canadian  lakes  is  almost  incredible.  Or 
at  least  it  used  to  be  when  we  still  had 
bar  rooms  and  little  tables  for  serving 
that  vile  stuflF  Scotch  whiskey  and  such 
foul  things  as  gin  rickies  and  John  Col- 
linses. It  makes  one  sick  to  think  of  it, 
doesn't  it?  But  there  was  good  fishing  in 
the  bars,  all  winter. 

BUT,  as  I  say,  we  decided  to  go  early  in 
the  morning.  Charlie  Jones,  the  rail- 
road man,  said  that  he  remembered  how 
when  he  was  a  boy,  round  Bobcaygeon, 
they  used  to  get  out  at  five  in  the  morn- 
ing,— not  get  up  at  five  but  be  on  the  shoal 
at  five.  It  appears  that  there  is  a  shoal 
near  Bobcaygeon  where  the  bass  lie  in 
thousands.  Kernin,  the  lawyer,  said  that 
when  he  was  a  boy, — this  was  on  Lake 
Rosseau — they  used  to  get  out  at  four. 
It  seems  there  is  a  shoal  in  Lake  Rosseau 
where  you  can  haul  up  the  bass  as  fast  as 


you  can  drop  your  line.  The  shoal  is 
hard  to  find, — very  hard,  Kernin  can  find 
it,  but  it  is  doubtful — so  I  gather, — if  any 
other  living  man  can.  The  Bobcaygeon 
shoal,  too,  is  very  difficult  to  find.  Once 
you  find  it,  you  are  alright,  but  its  hard 
to  find.  Charlie  Jones  can  find  it.  If  you 
were  in  Bobcaygeon  right  now  he'd  take 
you  straight  to  it,  but  probably  no  other 
person  now  alive  could  reach  that  shoal. 
In  the  same  way  Colonel  Morse  knows  of 
a  shoal  in  Lake  Simcoe  where  he  used  to 
fish  years  and  years  ago  and  which,  I  un- 
derstand, he  can  still  find. 

I  have  mentioned  that  Kernin  is  a 
lawyer,  and  Jones  a  railroad  man  and 
Popley  a  banker.  But  I  needn't  have.  Any 
reader  would  take  it  for  granted.  In  any 
Canadian  fishing  party  there  is  always  a 
lawyer.  You  can  tell  him  at  sight.  He  is 
the  one  of  the  party  that  has  a  landing 
net  and  a  steel  rod  in  sections  with  a 
wheel  that  is  used  to  wind  the  fish  to  the 
top  of  the  water. 

And  there  is  always  a  banker.  You 
can  tell  him  by  his  good  clothes.  Popley, 
in  the  bank,  wears  his  banking  suit.  When 
he  goes  fishing  he  wears  his  fishing  suit. 
It  is  much  better,  because  his  bank- 
ing suit  has  ink  marks  on  it,  and  his  fish- 
ing suit  has  no  fish  marks  on  it. 

As  for  the  Railroad  Man, — quite  so, 
the  reader  knows  it  as  well  as  I  do, — you 
can  tell  him  because  he  carries  a  pole 
that  he  cut  in  the  bush  himself,  with  a  ten 
cent  line  wrapped  round  the  end  of  it. 
Jones  says  he  can  catch  as  many  fish  with 
this  kind  of  line  as  Kernin  can  with  his 
patent  rod  and  wheel.  So  he  can,  too. 
Just  the  same  number. 

But  Kernin  says  that  with  his  patent 


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M  A  C  L  E  A  N  '  S    MAGAZINE 


X£  A  fellow  c^ets  out  fcr  a.  c^ood  Tnommc^g 


apparatus  if  you  get  a  fish  on  you  can 
play  him.  Jones  says  to  Hades  with 
playing  him:  give  him  a  fish  on  his  line 
and  he'll  haul  him  in  alright.  Kernin  says 
he'd  lose  him.  But  Jones  says  he  would- 
n't. In  fact  he  guarantees  to  haul  the 
fish  in.  Kernin  says  that  more  than  once 
(in  Lake  Rosseau)  he  has  played  a  fish 
for  over  half  an  hour.  I  forget  now  why 
he  stopped;  I  think  the  fish  quit  playing. 
I  have  heard  Kernin  and  Jones  argue 
this  question  of  their  two  rods,  as  to 
v^hich  rod  can  best  pull  in  the  fish,  for 
half  an  hour.  Others  may  have  heard  the 
same  question  debated.  I  know  no  way 
by  which  it  could  be  settled. 

/~\UR  arrangement  to  go  fishing  was 
^^  made  at  the  little  golf  club  of  our  sum- 
mer town  on  the  verandah  where  we  sit 
m  the  evening.  Oh,  its  just  a  little  place, 
nothing  pretentious:  the  links  are  not 
much  good  for  golf;  in  fact  we  don't  play 
much  golf  there,  so  far  as  golf  goes,  and 
of  course  we  don't  serve  meals  at  the 
club,  Its  not  like  that,  and  no,  we've  noth- 
ing to  drink  there  because  of  prohibition. 
But  we  go  and  sit  there.  It  is  a  good 
place  to  sit,  and,  after  all,  what  else  can 
you  do  in  Ontario? 

So  it  was  there  that  we  arranged  the 
party. 

The  thing  somehow  seemed  to  fall  into 
the  mood  of  each  of  us.  Jones  said  he  had 
been  hoping  that  some  of  the  boys  would 
get  up  a  fishing  party.  It  was  apparent- 
ly the  one  kind  of  pleasure  that  he  really 
cared  for.  For  myself  I  was  delighted  to 
get  in  with  a  crowd  of  regular  fishermen 
like  tnese  four.  Especially  as  I  hadn't 
been  out  fishing  for  nearly  ten  years: 
though  fishing  is  a  thing  I  am  passionate- 
ly fond  of.  I  know  no  pleasure  in  life 
like  the  sensation  of  getting  a  four  pound 
bass  on  the  hook  and  hauling  him  up  to 
the  top  of  the  water,  to  weigh  him.  But 
as  I  say,  I  hadn't  been  out  for  ten  years: 
Oh,  yes,  I  live  right  beside  the  water 
every  summer,  and  yes,  certainly,— I  am 
saying  so,— I  am  passionately  fond  of 
fishing,  but  still  somehow  I  hadn't  been 
"''*•  Every  fisherman  knows  just  how 
that  happens.  The  years  have  a  way  of 
slipping  by.  Yet  I  must  say  I  was  sur- 
prised to  find  that  so  keen  a  sport  as 
Jones  hadn't  been  out,— so  it  presently 
appeared,— for  eight  years.  I  had  imag- 
ined he  practically  lived  on  the  water. 
And  Colonel  Morse  and  Kernin,— I  was 
amazed  to  find,— hadn't  been  out  for 
twelve  years,  not  since  the  day  (so  it 
came  out  in  conversation)  when  they  went 
out  together  in  Lake  Rosseau  and  Kernin 
landed  a  perfect  monster,  a  regular  cork- 
er, five  pounds  and  a  half,  they  said:  or 
no,  I  don't  think  he  landed  him.  No,  I  re- 
member, he  didn't  land  him.    He  caught 


him, — and  he  could  have  landed  him, — he 
should  have  landed  him,— but  he  didn't 
land  him.  That  was  it.  Yes,  I  remember 
Kernin  and  Morse  had  a  slight  discussion 
about  it,— Oh,  perfectly  friendly,— as  to 
whether  Morse  had  fumbled  with  the  net 
— or  whether  Kernin — the  whole  argu- 
ment was  perfectly  friendly— had  made 
an  ass  of  himself  by  not  "striking"  soon 
enough.  Of  course  the  whole  thing  was 
so  long  ago,  that  both  of  them  could  look 
back  on  it  without  any  bitterness  or  ill 
nature.  In  fact  it  amused  them.  Ker- 
nin said  it  was  the  most  laughable  thing 
he  ever  saw  in  his  life  to  see  poor  old 
Jack  (that's  Morse's  name)  shoving  away 
with  the  landing  net  wrong  side  up.  And 
Morse  said  he'd  never  forget  seeing  poor 
old  Cronyn  yanking  his  line  first  this  way 
and  then  that  and  not  knowing  where  to 
try  to  haul  it.  It  made  him  laugh  to  look 
back  at  it. 

'T'HEY  might  have  gone  on  laughing 
A  for  quite  a  time  but  Charlie  Jones  in- 
terrupted by  saying  that  in  his  opinion  a 
landing  net  is  a  piece  of  darned  foolish- 
ness. Here  Popley  agrees  with  him. 
Kernin  objects  that  if  you  don't  use  a  net 
you'll  lose  your  fish  at  the  side  of  the 
boat.  Jones  says  no:  give  him  a  hook 
well  through  the  fish  and  a  stout  line  in 
his  hand  and  that  fish  has  got  to  come  in. 
Popley  says  so  too.  He  says  let  him  have 
his  hook  fast  through  the  fish's  head  with 
a  short  stout  line,  and  put  him  (Popley) 
at  the  other  end  of  that  line  and  that  fish 
will  come  in.  It's  got  to.  Otherwise  Pop- 
ley  will  know  why.  That's  the  alterna- 
tive. Either  the  fish  must  come  in  or 
Popley  must  know  why.  There's  no  es- 
cape from  the  logic  of  it. 


-The    . 
<il  ter  native— 


But  perhaps  some  of  my  readers  have 
heard  the  thing  discussed  before. 

So  as  I  say  we  decided  to  go  the  next 
morning  and  to  make  an  early  start.  All 
of  the  boys  were  at  one  about  that.  When 
I  say  "boys"  I  use  the  word  as  it  is  used 
in  fishing  to  mean  people  from  say  forty- 
five  to  sixty-five.  There  is  something 
about  fishing  that  keeps  men  young.  If  a 
fellow  gets  out  for  a  good  morning's  fish- 
ing, forgetting  all  business  worries,  once 
in  a  while, — say  once  in  ten  years — it 
keeps  him  fresh. 

We  agreed  to  go  in  a  launch,  a  large 
launch, — to  be  exact  the  largest  in  the 
town.  We  could  have  gone  in  row  boats, 
but  a  row  boat  is  a  poor  thing  to  fish 
from.  Kernin  said  that  in  a  row  boat  it 
is  impossible  properly  to  "play"  your  fish. 
The  side  of  the  boat  is  so  low  that  the 
fish  is  apt  to  leap  over  the  side  into  the 
boat  when  half  "played."  Popley  said 
that  there  is  no  comfort  in  a  row  boat. 
In  a  launch  a  man  can  reach  out  his  feet 
and  take  it  easy.  Charlie  Jones  said  that 
in  a  launch  a  man  could  rest  his  back 
against  something  and  Morse  said  that  in 
a  launch  a  man  could  rest  his  neck.  Young 
inexperienced  boys,  in  the  small  sense  of 
the  word,  never  think  of  these  things.  So 
they  go  out  and  after  a  few  hours  their 
necks  get  tired.  Whereas  a  group  of  ex- 
pert fishers  in  a  launch  can  rest  their 
backs  and  necks  and  even  fall  asleep  dur- 
ing the  pauses  when  the  fish  stop  biting. 

Anyway  all  the  "boys"  agreed  that  the 
great  advantage  of  a  launch  would  be 
that  we  could  get  a  man  to  take  us.  By 
that  means  the  man  could  see  to  getting 
the  worms,  and  the  man  would  be  sure  to 
have  spare  lines,  and  the  man  could  come 
along  to  our  different  places, — we  were 
all  beside  the  water, — and  pick  us  up.  In 
fact  the  more  we  thought  about  the  ad- 
vantage of  having  a  "man"  to  take  us 
the  better  we  liked  it. 

As  a  boy  gets  old  he  likes  to  have  a 
man  about  to  do  the  work.  Anyway  Frank 
Rolls,  the  man  we  decided  to  get,  not 
only  has  the  biggest  launch  in  town  but 
what  is  more  Frank  knoivs  the  lake.  We 
called  him  up  at  his  boat  house  over  the 
phone  and  said  we'd  give  him  five  dollars 
to  take  us  out  first  thing  in  the  morning 
provided  that  he  knew  the  shoal.  He  said 
he  knew  it. 

I  DON'T  know,  to  be  quite  candid  about 
it,  who  mentioned  whiskey  first.  In 
these  days  everybody  has  to  be  a  little 
careful.  I  imagine  we  had  all  been 
thinking  whiskey  for  some  time  before 
anybody  said  it.  But  there  is  a  sort  of 
convention  that  when  men  go  fishing  they 
must  have  whiskey.  Each  man  makes  the 
pretence  that  the  one  thing  he  needs  at 
six  o'clock  in  the  morning  is  cold  raw 
whiskey.  It  is  spoken  of  in  terms  of  af- 
fection. One  may  say  that  the  first  thing 
you  need  if  you're  going  fishing  is  a  good 
"snort"  of  whiskey:  another  says  that  a 
good  "snifter"  is  the  very  thing  and  the 
others  agree.  No  man  can  fish  properly 
without  "a  horn,"  or  a  "bracer"  or  an 
"eye-opener."  Each  man  really  decides 
that  he  himself  won't  take  any.  But  he 
feels  that  in  a  collective  sense,  the  "boys" 
need  it. 

So  it  was  with  us.  The  Colonel  said 
he'd  bring  along  "a  bottle  of  booze."  Pop- 
ley  said,  no,  let  him  bring  it;  Kernin  said 
let  him:  and  Charlie  Jones  said  no,  he'd 
bring  it.  It  turned  out  that  the  Colonel 
had  some  very  good  Scotch  at  his  house 
that  he'd  like  to  bring:  oddly  enough  Pop- 


M  A  C  I.  E  A  N  '  S    M  A  G  A  Z  I  N  E 


23 


ley  had  some  good  Scotch  in  his  house 
too;  and,  queer  though  it  is,  each  of  the 
boys  had  Scotch  in  his  house.  When  the 
discussion  closed  we  knew  that  each  of  the 
five  of  us  was  intending  to  bring  a  bottle 
of  Scotch  whiskey.  Each  of  the  five  of 
us  expected  the  others  to  drink  one  and  a 
quarter  bottles  in  the  course  of  the  morn- 
ing. I  suppose  we  must  have  talked  on 
that  verandah  till  long  after  one  in  the 
morning.  It  was  probably  nearer  two 
than  one  when  we  broke  up. 

But  we  agreed  that  that  made  no  dif- 
ference. Popley  said  that  for  him  three 
hours  sleep,  the  right  kind  of  sleep,  was 
far  more  refreshing  than  ten.  Kernin 
said  that  a  lawyer  learns  to  snatch  his 
sleep  when  he  can,  and  Jones  said  that  in 
railroad  work  a  man  pretty  well  cuts  out 
sleep. 

So  we  had  no  alarms  whatever  about 
not  being  ready  by  five.  Our  plan  was 
simplicity  itself.  Men  like  ourselves  in 
responsible  positions  learn  to  organize 
things  easily.  In  fact  Popley  says  it  is 
that  faculty  that  has  put  us  where  we 
are.  So  the  plan  simply  was  that  Frank 
Rolls  should  come  along  at  five  o'clock 
and  blow  his  whistle  in  front  of  our 
places,  and  at  that  signal  each  man  would 
come  down  to  his  wharf  with  his  rod  and 
kit  and  so  we'd  be  off  to  the  shoal  without 
a  moment's  delay. 

The  weather  we  ruled  out.  It  was  de- 
cided that  even  if  it  rained  that  made  no 
difference.  Kernin  said  that  fish  bite  bet- 
ter in  the  rain.  And  everybody  agreed 
that  a  man  with  a  couple  of  snorts  in  him 
need  have  no  fear  of  a  little  rain  water. 

So  we  parted,  all  keen  on  the  enter- 
prise, nor  do  I  think  even  now  that  there 


1  cjountai  fidrti^ 


was  anything  faulty  or  imperfect  in  that 
party  as  we  planned  it. 

I  heard  Frank  Rolls  blowing  his  in- 
fernal whistle  opposite  my  summer  cot- 
tage at  some  ghastly  hour  in  the  morn- 
ing. Even  without  getting  out  of  bed,  I 
could  see  from  the  window  that  it  was  no 
day  for  fishing.  No,  not  raining  exactly. 
I  don't  mean  that,  but  one  of  those  pe- 
culiar days ;  I  don't  mean  ivind,  there  was 
no  wind  but  a  sort  of  feeling  in  the  air 
that  showed  anybody  who  understands 
bass  fishing  that  it  was  a  perfectly  rotten 
day  for  going  out.  The  fish,  I  seemed  to 
know  it,  wouldn't  bite. 

When  I  was  still  fretting  over  the  an- 
noyance of  the  disappointment  I  heard 


Frank  Rolls  blowing  his  whistle  in  front 
of  the  other  cottages.  I  counted  thirty 
whistles  altogether.  Then  I  fell  into  a 
light  doze — not  exactly  sleep,  but  a  sort 
of  doze, — I  can  find  no  other  word  for  it 
It  was  clear  to  me  that  the  other  "boys" 
had  thrown  the  thing  over.  There  was 
no  use  in  my  trying  to  go  out  alone.  I 
stayed  where  I  was,  my  doze  lasting  till 
ten  o'clock. 

When  I  walked  up  town  later  in  the 
morning  I  couldn't  help  being  struck  by 
the  signs  in  the  butchers'  shops  and  the 
restaurants,  FISH,  FRESH  FISH, 
FRESH  LAKE  FISH. 

Where  in  blazes  do  they  get  those  fish 
anyway? 


TO    MY    LOST    JEAN 

By  JAMES  L  HUGHES 


Dear  Jean,  I  often  sit  and  dream 

Of  flowers  that  bloomed  beside  the  stream 

In  ivhich  I  paddled  free,  alone, 

When  earth  and  sky  vjere  all  my  own. 

More  exquisite  the  flowers  grew, 

Year  after  year  until  with  you, 

I  walked  one  great  June  day.    We  took 

The  path  beside  my  singing  brook. 

Across  the  valley  to  the  glen; 

And  in  the  gloaming  back  again. 

Enchanted  by  your  charm,  .each  floiver 

Responded  ivith  its  highest  power. 

Marsh  marigold  with  yellow  gleam 

Outlined  the  margin  of  the  stream; 

Lobelia,  cardinal  and  blue, 

Unfurled  bright  flags  to  welcome  you; 

The  jewel-weed  and  bellwort,  too, 

Swung  their  sweet  bells  to  ring  for  you; 

The  violets  and  blue  eyed  grass 

Smiled  shyly,  when  they  saw  you  pass; 

The  crane's  hill  and  anemone 

Opened  their  hearts  that  you  might  see; 

The  meadowsiveet  and  meadow  rue 

In  intertwining  beauty  grew; 

The  trumpetweed  and  turtlehead 

Stood  high  "to  kiss  your  hand,"  they  said. 


When  we  had  reached  the  rocky  glen. 
We  left  the  singing  stream,  and  then 
Wake-robins  white,  pink  columbine, 
And  bloodroot  to  their  boiver  fine 
Invited  us  to  rest,  where  we 
The  wide,  rich  ineadowland  could  see. 
The  mountain  fringe  high  on  the  trees 
Waved  gracefully  upon  the  breeze. 
And  sitting  there  we  looked  away 
Across  a  field  of  white  that  day. 
Ten  thousand  marguerites  were  there 
Bowing,  their  greetings  to  declare; 
And  groups  of  blackeyed  Susans  told 
Their  love  from  lips  of  purest  gold. 
My  heart  awaked  to  glory  new. 
And  I,  too,  told  my  love  to  you. 
We  cut  two  sprays  of  eglantine; 
You  gave  me  yours,  I  gave  you  mine. 

Oh!  nevermore  can  heart  glow  be 
So  sweet  as  on  that  day  to  me. 
The  flowers  may  bloom  as  fair  as  then. 
But  you  can  never  come  again. 
With  heart  so  sore  and  grief  so  deep, 
Jean,  when  at  last  you  fell  asleep, 
I  took  your  dear,  cold  hand  in  mine 
And  in  it  shut  our  eglantine. 


The  Gun  Brand 

A  Story  of  the  North 
By  James  B.  Hendryx 

Author  of  "Marquard  the  Silent,"  "The  Promise,"  etc. 
Illustrated    by    Harry    C.    Edwards 


I 


CHAPTER    VI.— Continued. 

NSPECTED  and  passed!  And  why? 
Because  they  were  your  goods,  and 
the  men  of  the  Mounted  have  yet  to 
suspect  you.  The  inspection  was  perfunc- 
torily made.  And  as  for  the  manifest — I 
did  not  say  it  was  your  whisky.  I  said, 
'whisky  from  your  storehouse.'  It  was 
Lapierre's  whisky.  And  he  succeeded  in 
running  it  in  by  the  boldest,  and  at  the 
same  time  the  cleverest  and  safest  meth- 
od— disguised  as  your  freight.  Tell  me 
this:  Did  you  check  your  pieces  upon 
their  arrival  at  your  storehouse?" 
"No;  Lapierre  did  that,  or  Lefroy." 
"And  Lapierre,  having  first  ascertain- 
ed that  I  was  far  on  the  caribou  trail,  suc- 
ceeded in  slipping  the  whisky  to  my  In- 
dians, but  he — " 

"Mr.  Lapierre  was  with  me!  Accuse 
him  and  you  accuse  me,  also.  He  brought 
me  here  because  I  wished  to  see  for  my- 
self the  condition  of  your  Indians — the 
condition  of  which  I  had  so  often  heard." 

"Was  Lefroy,  also,  with  you?" 

"Lefroy  was  away  upon  a  mission,  and 
that  mission  was  to  capture  two  others 
of  your  ilk — two  whisky-runners!" 

MacNair  laughed  harshly.  "Good  Le- 
froy!" he  exclaimed  in  derision.  "Great 
God,  you  are  a  fool!  You  yourself  saw 
Lefroy  and  his  satellites  rushing  wildly 
for  the  shelter  of  the  timber,  when  I  un- 
expectedly appeared  among  them."  The 
light  of  exultation  leaped  into  his  eyes. 
"I  killed  two  of  them,  but  Lefroy  es- 
caped. Lapierre  timed  his  work  well. 
And  had  it  not  been  that  one  of  my  In- 
dians, who  was  a  spy  in  Lapierre's  camp, 
learned  of  his  plan  and  followed  me 
across  the  barrens,  Lapierre  would  have 
had  ample  time,  after  the  destruction  of 
my  fort,  to  have  scattered  my  Indians  to 
the  four  winds.  When  I  learned  of  his 
plot  I  forced  the  trail  as  I  never  had 
forced  a  trail,  in  the  hope  of  arriving  in 
time  to  prevent  the  catastrophe.  I  reach- 
ed the  fort  too  late  to  save  my  Indians 
from  your  human  wolf-pack,  their  homes 
from  the  flames,  and  my  buildings  and 
my  property  from  destruction.  But, 
thank  God,  it  is  not  too  late  to  wreak  my 
vengeance  upon  the  enemies  of  my  peo- 
ple! For  the  trail  is  hot,  and  I  will  fol- 
low it,  if  need  be,  to  the  end  of  the 
earth." 

"Your  love  for  your  Indians  is,  indeed, 
touching.  I  witnessed  a  demonstration  of 
that  love  last  night,  when  you  battered 
and  kicked  and  hurled  them  about  in  their 
drunken  and  helpless  condition.  But,  tell 
me,  what  will  become  of  them  while  you 
are  following  your  trail  of  blood — the 
trail  you  so  fondly  imagine  will  terminate 
in  the  death  of  Lapierre,  but  which  will, 
as  surely  and  inevitably  as  justice  itself, 
lead  you  to  a  prison  cell,  if  not  the  gal- 
lows?" 

MacNair    regarded    the    girl    almost 


fiercely.  "I  must  leave  my  Indians,"  he 
answered,  "for  the  present,  to  their  own 
devices.  For  the  simple  reason  that  I 
cannot  be  in  two  places  at  one  time." 

"But  their  supplies  were  burned!  They 
will  starve!"  cried  the  girl.  "It  would 
seem  that  one  who  really  loved  his  In- 
dians would  have  his  first  thought  for 
their  welfare.  But  no;  you  prefer  to  take 
th«  trail  and  kill  men;  men  who  may  at 
some  future  time  tell  their  story  upon  the 
witness-stand ;  a  story  that  will  not  sound 
pretty  in  the  telling,  and  that  will  mark 
the  crash  of  your  reign  of  tyranny.  'Safe- 
ty first'  is  your  slogan,  and  your  Indians 
may  starve  while  you  murder  men."  The 
girl  paused  and  suddenly  became  con- 
scious that  MacNair  was  regarding  her 
with  a  strange  look  in  his  eyes.  And  at 
his  next  words  she  could  scarcely  believe 
her  ears. 

"Will  you  care  for  my  Indians?" 

The  question  staggered  her.  "What!" 
she  managed  to  gasp. 

"Just  what  I  said,"  answered  MacNair 
gruflily.  "Will  you  care  for  my  Indians 
until  such  time  as  I  shall  return  to  them 
— until  I  have  ridded  the  north  of  La- 
pierre?" 

"Do  you  mean,"  cried  the  astonished 
girl,  "will  I  care  for  your  Indians — the 
same  Indians  who  attacked  my  school — 
who  only  last  night  fought  like  fiends 
among  themselves,  and  burned  their  own 
homes?" 

"Just  that!"  answered  MacNair.  "The 
Indian  who  warned  me  of  Lapierre's  plot 
told  me,  also,  of  the  arrival  of  your  sup- 
plies— sufficient,  he  said,  to  feed  the  whole 
north.  You  will  not  lose  by  it.  Name 
your  own  price,  and  I  shall  pay  whatever 
you  ask." 

"Price!"  flashed  the  girl.  "Do  you 
think  I  would  take  your  gold — the  gold 
that  has  been  wrung  from  the  hearts' 
blood  of  your  Indians?" 

"On  your  own  terms,  then,"  answered 
MacNair.  "Will  you  take  them?  Sure- 
ly this  arrangement  should  be  to  your 
liking.  Did  you  not  tell  me  yourself,  up- 
on the  occasion  of  our  first  meeting,  that 
you  intended  to  use  every  means  in  your 
power  to  induce  my  Indians  to  attend 
your  school?  That  you  would  teach  them 
that  they  are  free?  That  they  owe  al- 
legiance and  servitude  to  no  man?  That 
you  would  educate,  and  show  them  they 
were  being  robbed  and  cheated  and  forc- 
ed into  serfdom?  That  you  intended  to 
appeal  to  their  better  natures,  to  their 
manhood  and  womanhood?  I  think  those 
were  your  words.  Did  you  not  say  that? 
And  did  you  mean  it?  Or  was  it  the  idle 
boast  of  an  angry  woman?" 

Chloe  interrupted  him.  "Yes,  I  said 
that,  and  I  meant  it!  And  I  mean  it 
now!" 

"You  have  your  chance,"  growled  Mac- 
Nair. "I  impose  no  restrictions.  I  shall 
command  them  to  obey  you;  even  to  at- 


SYNOPSIS.— CfcZoe  EUiston,  inher- 
iting the  love  of  adventure  and  ambi- 
tious to  emulate  her  famous  grand- 
father, "Tiger"  EUiston,  who  had 
played  a  big  part  in  the  civilizing  of 
Malaysia,  sets  out  for  the  Far  North 
to  establish  a  school  and  bring  the 
light  of  education  to  the  Indians  and 
breeds  of  the  Athabasca  country.  Ac- 
companied by  a  companion,  Harriet 
Penny,  and  a  Swedish  maid.  Big  Lena, 
she  arrives  at  Athabasca  Landing  and 
engages  transportation  on  one  of  the 
scows  of  Pierre  Lapierre,  an  independ- 
ent trader.  Vermilion,  the  boss  scow- 
man,  decides  to  kidnap  the  party  and 
hold  them  to  ransom,;  but  Lapierre, 
getting  wind  of  his  plans,  interrupts 
them,  at  a  vital  moment,  kills  Ver- 
milion, and  rescues  the  girl.  Predis- 
posed in  his  favor,  she  accepts  him  as 
her  mentor  in  the  wilderness,  believing 
all  he  tells  her,  especially  about  one 
Robert  MacNair,  another  free-trader 
whom  Lapierre  saddles  with  a  most  vil- 
lianous  reputation  and  the  epithet  of 
"Brute."  On  Lapierre's  advice  Chloe 
establishes  herself  at  the  mouth  of  the 
Yellow  Knife  River,  on  Great  Slave 
Lake,  and  starts  to  building  her  school, 
et  cetera.  Then  Brute  MacNair  turns 
up  and  warns  her  to  leave  his  Indians 
alone.  She  defies  him,  and  later  starts 
for  his  post  at  Snare  Lake.  Meeting 
MacNair  just  before  she  gets  there, 
they  have  an  interview,  which  ends 
when  Lapierre,  appearing  suddenly, 
shoots  MacNair.  Chloe,  tn  spite  of 
Lapierre's  protest,  takes  the  wounded 
man  to  her  place  and  nurses  him.  Mac- 
Nair's  Indians  follow  and  attack  the 
schoolhouse,  defended  by  Lapierre's  In- 
dians. MacNair,  though  barely  recov- 
ered from  his  wound,  takes  them  back 
to  Snare  Lake.  On  the  arrival  of  La- 
pierre with  the  winter  supplies,  Chloe 
asks  him  to  go  with  her  to  MacNair. 
They  arrive  in  time  to  witness  the 
whole  settlement  in  a  drunken  uproar 
deliberately  caused  b  y  Lapierre, 
through  whose  agency  whiskey  has 
been  freely  distributed.  MacNair  sud- 
denly arrives  on  the  scene,  kicking  and 
shooting  the  delinquents  in  an  en- 
deavor to  restore  order.  Lapierre  turns 
back,  but  the  canoe  gets  badly  dam- 
aged in  the  ice,  and  he  is  forced  to 
continue  his  way  on  foot,  leaving 
Chloe  to  camp  for  the  night.  She 
wakes  up  to  find  MacNair  before  her. 
He  tells  her  his  Indians  were  glutted 
with  whiskey  from  her  storehouse, 
brought  in  by  Lapierre. 

tend  your  school,  if  you  wish!  You  will 
hardly  have  time  to  do  them  much  harm. 
As  I  told  you,  the  north  is  not  ready  for 
your  education.  But  I  know  that  you 
are  honest.  You  are  a  fool,  and  the  time 
is  not  far  distant  when  you  yourself  will 
realize  this ;  when  you  will  learn  that  you 
have  become  the  unwitting  dupe  of  one  of 
the  shrewdest  and  most  diabolical  scoun- 
drels that  ever  drew  breath.  Again  I 
tell  you  that  some  day  you  and  I  shall  be 
friends!  At  this  moment  you  hate  me. 
Bijt  I  know  it  is  through  ignorance  you 
hate.  I  have  small  patience  with  your 
ignorance;  but,  also,  at  this  moment  you 
are  the  only  person  in  all  the  north  with 
whom  I  would  trust  my  Indians.  La- 
pierre, from  now  on,  will  be  past  harm- 
ing them.  I  shall  see  to  it  that  he  is  kept 
so  busy  in  the  matter  of  saving  his  own 
hide  that  he  will  have  scant  time  for 
deviltry." 

STILL  Chloe  appeared  to  hesitate.  And 
through  MacNair's  mind  flashed  the 
memory  of  the  rapier-blade  eyes  that 
stared  from  out  the  dull  gold  frame  of 
the  portrait  that  hung  upon  the  wall  of 


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25 


the  little  cottage — eyes  that  were  the  eyes 
of  the  girl  before  him. 

"Well,"  he  asked  with  evident  impa- 
tience, "are  you  afraid  of  these  Indians?" 

The  flashing  eyes  of  the  girl  told  him 
that  the  shot  had  struck  home.  "No!" 
she  cried.  "I  am  not  afraid!  Send  your 
Indians  to  me,  if  you  will;  and  when  you 
send  them,  bid  good-by  to  them  forever." 

MacNair  nodded.  "I  will  send  them," 
he  answered,  and,  turning  abruptly  upon 
his  heel,  disappeared  into  the  scrub. 

THE  journey  down  the  Yellow  Knife 
consumed  six  days,  and  it  was  a  jour- 
ney fraught  with  many  hardships  for 
Chloe  Elliston,  unaccustomed  as  she  was 
to  trail  travel.  The  little-used  trail,  fol- 
lowing closely  the  bank  of  the  stream, 
climbed  low,  rock-ribbed  ridges,  traversed 
black  spruce  swamps,  and  threaded  end- 
lessly in  and  out  of  the  scrub  timber. 
Nevertheless,  the  girl  held  doggedly  to 
the  slow  pace  set  by  the  canoemen. 

When  at  last,  foot-sore  and  weary,  with 
nerves  a  jangle,  and  with  every  muscle  in 
her  body  protesting  with  its  own  devil- 
ishly ingenious  ache  against  the  over- 
strain of  the  long,  rough  miles  and  the 
chill  misery  of  damp  blankets,  she  arrived 
at  the  school,  Lapierre  was  nowhere  to  be 
found.  For  the  wily  quarter-breed,  know- 
ing that  MacNair  would  instantly  sus- 
pect the  source  of  the  whisky,  had,  upon 
his  arrival,  removed  the  remaining  casks 
from  the  storehouse,  and  conveyed  them 
with  all  haste  to  his  stronghold  on  Lac  du 
Mort. 

Upon  her  table  in  the  cottage  Chloe 
found  a  brief  note  to  the  effect  that  La- 
pierre had  been  forced  to  hasten  to  the 
eastward  to  aid  Lefroy  in  dealing  with 
the  whisky-runners.  The  girl  had  scant 
time  to  think  of  Lapierre,  however,  for 
upon  the  morning  after  her  arrival  Mac- 
Nair appeared,  accompanied  by  a  hun- 
dred or  more  dejected  and  wobegone  In- 
dians. Despite  the  fact  that  Chloe  had 
known  them  only  as  fierce  roisterers,  she 
was  forced  to  admit  that  they  looked 
harmless  and  peaceful  enough,  under  the 
chastening  effect  of  a  week  of  starvation. 

MacNair  wasted  no  time,  but  striding 
up  to  Chloe,  who  stood  upon  the  veranda 
of  her  cottage,  plunged  unceremoniously 
into  the  business  at  hand. 

"Do  not  misunderstand  me,"  he  began 
gruffly.  "I  did  not  bring  my  Indians  here 
to  receive  the  benefits  of  your  education, 
nor  as  a  sop  to  your  anger,  nor  for  any 
other  reason  than  to  procure  for  them 
food  and  shelter  until  such  time  as  I  my- 
self can  provide  for  them.  If  they  were 
trappers  this  would  be  unnecessary.  But 
they  have  long  since  abandoned  the  trap- 
lines,  and  in  the  whole  village  there  could 
not  be  found  enough  traps  to  supply  one- 
tenth  of  their  number  with  the  actual 
necessities  of  life.  I  have  sent  runners 
to  the  young  men  upon  the  barren 
grounds,  with  orders  to  continue  the  cari- 
bou kill  and  bring  the  meat  to  you  here. 
I  have  given  my  Indians  their  instruc- 
tions. They  will  cause  you  no  trouble, 
and  will  be  subject  absolutely  to  your 
commands.  And  now,  I  must  be  on  my 
way.  I  must  pick  up  the  trail  of  La- 
pierre. And  when  I  return  I  shall  con- 
front you  with  evidence  that  will  prove 
to  you  beyond  a  doubt  that  the  words  I 
have  spoken  are  true!" 

"And  I  will  confront  you,"  retorted 
the  girl,  "with  evidence  that  will  place 
you  behind  prison  bars  for  the  rest  of 
your  life!"    Again  Chloe  saw  in  the  gray 


eyes  the  twinkle  that  held  more  than 
the  suspicion  of  a  smile. 

"I  think  I  would  make  but  a  poor 
prisoner,"  the  man  answered.  "But  if  I 
am  to  be  a  prisoner  I  warn  you  that  I 
will  run  the  prison.  I  am  MacNair!" 
Something  in  the  man's  look — he  was  gaz- 
ing straight  into  her  eyes  with  a  peculiar 
intense  gaze — caused  the  girl  to  start, 
while  a  sudden  indescribable  feeling  of 
fear,  of  helplessness  before  this  man, 
flashed  over  her.  The  feeling  passed  in 
an  instant,  and  she  sneered  boldly  into 
MacNair's  face. 

"My,  how  you  hate  yourself!"  she 
cried.  "And  how  long  is  it,  Mr.  Brute 
MacNair — "  was  it  fancy,  or  did  the  man 
wince  at  the  emphasis  of  the  name?  She 
repeated,  with  added  emphasis,  "Mr. 
Brute  MacNair,  since  you  have  deemed  it 
worth  your  while  to  furnish  me  with  evi- 
dence? You  told  me  once,  I  believe,  that 
you  cared  nothing  for  my  opinion.  Is  it 
possible  that  you  hope  at  this  late  day  to 
flatter  me  with  my  own  importance?" 

MACNAIR,  in  no  wise  perturbed,  re- 
garded her  gravely.  "No,"  he  an- 
swered. "It  is  not  that,  it  is — "  He 
paused  as  if  at  a  loss  for  words.  "I  do 
not  know  why,"  he  continued,  "unless, 
perhaps,  it  is  because — because  you  have 
no  fear  of  me.  That  you  do  not  fear  to 
take  your  life  into  your  hands  in  defense 
of  what  you  think  is  right.  It  may  be 
that  I  have  learned  a  certain  respect  for 
you.  Certainly  I  do  not  pity  you.  At 
times  you  have  made  me  very  angry  with 
your  foolish  blundering,  until  I  remem- 
ber it  is  honest  blundering,  and  that  some 
day  you  will  know  the  north,  and  will 
know  that  north  of  sixty  men  are  not 
measured  by  your  little  rule  of  thumb. 
Always  I  have  gone  my  way,  caring  no 
more  for  the  approval  of  others  than  I 
have  for  their  hatred  or  scoffing.  I  know 
the  north !  Why  should  I  care  for  the 
opinion  of  others?  If  they  do  not  know, 
so  much  the  worse  for  them.  The  reputa- 
tion of  being  a  fool  injures  no  one.  Had 
I  not  been  thought  a  fool  by  the  men  of 
the  Hudson  Bay  Company  they  would  not 
have  sold  me  the  barren  grounds  whose 
sands  are  loaded  with  gold." 

"And  yet  you  said  /  was  a  fool,"  inter- 
rupted Chloe.  "According  to  your  theory 
that  fact  should  redound  to  my  credit." 

MacNair  answered  without  the  suspi- 
cion of  a  smile. 

"I  did  not  say  that  beinif  a  fool  injured 
no  one.  You  are  a  fool.  Of  your  reputa- 
tion I  know  nothing,  nor  care."  He 
turned  abruptly  on  his  heel,  walked  to 
the  storehouse,  leaving  the  girl,  speech- 
less with  anger,  standing  upon  the  ver- 
anda of  the  cottage,  as  she  watched  his 
swinging  shoulders  disappear  from  sight 
around  the  corner  of  the  log  building. 

With  flushed  face  Chloe  turned  toward 
the  river,  and  instantly  her  attention  cen- 
tered upon  the  figure  of  a  man,  who 
swung  out  of  the  timber  and  approached 
across  the  clearing  in  long,  easy  strides. 
She  regarded  the  man  closely.  Certainly 
he  was  no  one  she  had  ever  seen  before. 
He  was  very  near  now,  and  at  the  dis- 
tance of  a  few  feet,  paused  and  bowed, 
as  he  sv/ept  the  Stetson  from  iiis  head. 
The  girl's'  heart  gave  a  wild  bound  of 
joy.  The  man  wore  the  uniform  of  the 
Mounted ! 

"Miss  Elliston?"  he  asked. 

"Yes,"  an.swered  Chloe,  as  her  glance 
noted  the  clear-cut,  almost  boyish  lines 
of  the  weather-bronzed  face. 


"I  am  Corporal  Ripley,  ma'am,  at  your 
service.  I  happened  on  a  Fort  Rae  In- 
jun— a  Dog  Rib,  a  few  days  since,  and 
he  told  me  some  kind  of  a  yarn  about  a 
band  of  Yellow  Knives  that  had  attacked 
your  post  some  time  during  the  sum- 
mer. I  couldn't  get  much  out  of  him 
because  he  could  speak  only  a  few  words 
of  English,  and  I  can't  speak  any  Dog 
Rib.  Besides,  you  can't  go  much  on  what 
an  Indian  tells  you.  When  you  come  to 
sift  down  their  dope  it  generally  turns 
out  to  be  nine  parts  lies  and  the  other 
part  divided  between  truth,  superstition, 
and  guess-work.  Constable  Darling,  at 
Fort  Resolution,  said  he'd  received  no 
complaint,  so  I  didn't  hurry  through." 

With  a  swift  glance  toward  the  store- 
house, into  which  MacNair  had  disap- 
peared, Chloe  motioned  the  man  into  the 
cottage.  "The — the  attack  was  nothing," 
she  hastened  to  assure  him.  "But  there 
is  something — a  complaint  that  I  wish 
to  make  against  a  man  who  is,  and  has 
been  for  years,  doing  all  in  his  power  to 
debauch  and  brutalize  the  Indians  of  the 
north."  The  girl  paced  nervously  up  and 
down  as  she  spoke,  and  she  noted  that 
the  youthful  officer  leaned  forward  ex- 
pectantly, his  wide  boyish  eyes  narrowed 
to  slits. 

"Yes,"  he  urged  eagerly,  "who  is  this 
man?  And  have  you  got  the  evidence  to 
back  your  charge?  For  I  take  it  from 
your  words  you  intend  to  make  a  charge." 

"Yes,"  answered  Chloe.  "I  do  intend 
to  make  a  charge,  and  I  have  my  evidence. 
The  man  is  MacNair.  Brute  MacNair  he 
is  called — " 

"What!  MacNair  of  Slave  Lake— Bob 
MacNair  of  the  barren  grounds!" 

"Yes,  Bob  MacNair  of  the  barren 
grounds."  A  moment  of  silence  followed 
her  words.  A  silence  during  which  the 
officer's  face  assumed  a  troubled  expres- 
sion. 

"You  are  sure  there  is  no  mistake?" 
he  asked  at  length. 

"There  is  no  mistake!"  flashed  the  girl. 
"With  my  own  eyes  I  have  seen  enough 
to  convict  a  dozen  men!" 

Even  as  she  spoke,  a  form  passed  the 
window,  and  a  heavy  tread  sounded  on 
the  veranda.  Stepping  quickly  to  the 
door,  Chloe  flung  it  open,  and  pointing 
toward  MacNair,  who  stood,  rifle  in  hand, 
cried:  "Officer,  arrest  that  man!" 

Corporal  Ripley,  who  had  risen  to  his 
feet,  stood  gazing  from  one  to  the  other; 
while  MacNair,  speechless,  stared 
straight  into  the  eyes  of  the  girl. 


CHAPTER  XVI 

MACNAIR  GOES  TO  JAIL 

THE  silence  in  the  little  room  became 
almost  painful.  MacNair  uttered  no 
word  as  his  glance  strayed  from  the 
flushed,  excited  face  of  the  girl  to  the 
figure  of  Corporal  Ripley,  who  stood  hat 
in  hand,  gazing  from  one  to  the  other  with 
eyes  plainly  troubled  by  doubt  and  per- 
plexity. 

"Well,  why  don't  you  do  something?" 
cried  the  girl,  at  length.  "It  seems  to 
me  if  I  were  a  man  I  could  think  of 
something  to  do  besides  stand  and  gape!" 

Corporal  Ripley  cleared  his  throat. 
"Do  I  understand,"  he  began  stiffly, 
"that  you  intend  to  prefer  certain  charges 
against  MacNair — that  you  demand  his 
arrest?" 

"I  should  think  you  would  understand 


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"I  have  told  you 


it!"  retorted  the  girl, 
three  or  four  times." 

The  officer  flushed  slightly  and  shifted 
the  hat  from  his  right  to  his  left  hand. 

"Just  step  inside,  MacNair,"  he  said, 
and  then  to  the  girl.  "I'll  listen  to  you 
now,  if  you  please?  You  must  make  spe- 
cific charges,  you  know — not  just  hearsay. 
Arresting  a  man  in  this  country  is  a  ser- 
ious matter,  Miss  Elliston.  We  are  seven 
hundred  miles  from  a  jail,  and  the  law 
expects  us  to  use  discretion  in  making  an 
arrest.  It  don't  do  us  any  good  at  head- 
quarters to  bring  in  a  man  unless  we  can 
back  up  our  charge  with  strong  evidence, 
because  the  item  of  transportation  of  wit- 
nesses and  prisoner  can  easily  run  up  in- 
to big  money.  On  the  other  hand  it's 
just  as  bad  if  we  fail  or  delay  in  bring- 
ing a  guilty  man  to  book.  What  we  want 
is  specific  evi- 
dence. I  don't 
tell  you  this  to 
discourage  any 
just  complaint, 
but  only  to  show 
you  that  we've 
got  to  have  dir- 
ect and  specific 
evidence.  Now, 
Miss  Elliston, 
I'll  hear  what 
you've  got  to 
say." 

Chloe  sank  in- 
to a  chair  and 
motioned  the 
others  to  be 
seated.  "W  e 
may  as  well  sit 
down  while  we 
talk.  I  will  try 
to  tell  you  only 
the  facts  as  I 
myself  have 
seen  them — only 
such  as  I  could 
swear  to  on  a 
witness  stand." 
The  officer  bow- 
ed, and  Chloe 
plunged  direct- 
ly into  the  sub- 
ject. 

"In  the  first 
place,"  she  be- 
gan, "when  I 
brought  my  out- 
fit in  I  noticed 
in  the  scows, 
certain  pieces 
with  the  name  of 
MacNair  paint- 
ed on  the  burlap. 
The  rest  of  the 
outfit,  I  think, 
consisted  wholly 
of  my  own 
freight.  I  won- 
dered at  the 
time  who  Mac- 
Nair was,  but 
didn't  make  any 
inquiries  until  I 
happened  to 
mention  the 
matter  to  Mr. 
Lapierre.  That 
was  on  Slave 
River.  Mr.  La- 
pierre seemed 
very  much  sur- 
prised that  any 
of       MacNair's 


goods  should  be  in  his  scows.  He  exam- 
ined the  pieces  and  then  with  an  ax 
smashed  them  in.  They  contained  whis- 
ky." 

"And  he  destroyed  it?  Can  you  swear 
it  was  whisky?"  asked  the  officer. 

"Certainly,  I  can  swear  it  was  whig-, 
ky!    I  saw  it  and  smelled  it." 

"Can  you  explain  why  Lapierre  did  not 
know  of  these  pieces,  until  you  called  his 
attention  to  them?" 

Chloe  hesitated  a  moment  and  tapped 
nervously  on  the  table  with  her  fingers. 
"Yes,"  she  answered,  "I  can.  Mr.  La- 
pierre took  charge  of  the  outfit  only  that 
morning." 

"Who  was  the  boss  scowman?  Who 
took  the  scows  down  the  Athabasca?" 

"A  man  named  Vermilion.  He  was  a 
half-breed,  I  think.  Anyway,  he  was  a 
horrible  creature." 


"Where  is  Vermilion  now?" 
Again  Chloe  hesitated.    "He  is  dead," 
she  answered.     "Mr.  Lapierre  shot  him. 
He  shot  him  in  self-defense,  after  Ver- 
milion had  shot  another  man." 

The  officer  nodded,  and  Chloe  called 
upon  Big  Lena  to  corroborate  the  state- 
ment that  Lapierre  had  destroyed  cer- 
tain whisky  upon  the  bank  of  Slave  Lake. 
"Is  that  all?"  asked  the  officer. 

"No,  indeed!"  answered  Chloe.  "That 
isn't  all !  Only  last  week,  I  went  to  visit 
MacNair's  fort  on  Snare  Lake  in  com- 
pany with  Mr.  Lapierre  and  Lena,  and 
four  canoemen.  We  got  there  shortly 
after  dark.  Fires  had  been  built  on  the 
beach — many  of  them  almost  against 
the  walls  of  the  stockade.  As  we  drew 
near  we  heard  loud  yells  and  bowlings, 
that  sounded  like  the  cries  of  animals, 
rather  than  of  human  beings.  We  ap- 
proached very 
close  to  the  shore 
where  the  fig- 
ures of  the  In- 
dians were  dis- 
tinctly visible  by 
the  light  of  the 
leaping  flames. 
It  was  then  we 
realized  that  a 
wild  orgy  of  in- 
describable de- 
bauchery was  in 
progress.  The 
Indians  were 
raving  drunk. 
Some  lay  upon 
the  ground  in  a 
stupor  —  others 
danced  and 
howled  and 
threw  fire- 
brands  about  in 
reckless  aban- 
don. 

"We  dared 
not  land,  but 
held  the  canoe 
ofl'  shore  and 
watched  the 
horrible  scene. 
We  had  not  long 
to  wait  before 
the  inevitable 
happened.  The 
whirling  fire- 
brands falling 
among  the  cab- 
ins and  against 
the  walls  of  the 
stockade  start- 
ed a  conflagra- 
tion, which  soon 
spread  to  the 
storehouse.  And 
then  MacNair 
appeared  on  the 
scene,  rushing 
madly  among 
the  Indians, 
striking,  kick- 
ing, and  hurling 
them  about.  A 
few  sought  to 
save  themselves 
by  escaping  to 
the  timber.  And, 
jerking  a  rifle 
from  the  hand 
of  an  Indian, 
MacNair  fired 
twice  at  the  flee- 


When  she  spoke  her  voice  rang   hard   with   scorn. 


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page  67. 


Cross  Currents  in  War 
Preparations 

By  Agnes  C.  Laut 

Who  wrote  "Lords  of  the  North,"  "The  Hudson's  Bay  Co.,"  etc. 


EVERYONE  will  recall  the  chaotic 
confusion  in  which  war  prepara- 
tions plunged  Great  Britain  for  the 
first  year.  The  United  States  are  pass- 
ing the  same  phase  now.  It  is  a  waste  of 
breath  to  say  they  should  have  avoided 
the  blunders  of  the  Allies  and  profited  by 
their  mistakes.  They  should  but  they  are 
not,  mainly  because  a  great  democracy 
with  its  cross-currents  of  interacting  in- 
fluences is  the  clumsiest  machine  ever  de- 
vised for  getting  things  done. 

On  the  surface,  things  seem  to  be  going 
ahead.  Down  below  the  surface — deep 
below  the  surface,  where  the  real  experts 
are  working  beyond  hearing  of  the  poli- 
tical clamor  above — real  things  are  be- 
ing done;  but  between  these  two  layers  of 
action  there  is  what  Sir  Henry  Babbing- 
ton  Smith  called,  when  he  was  out  on 
England's  first  loan  mission,  absolute 
chaos. 

For  instance,  on  the  surface  as  indica- 
tions of  War  preparation's  speedometer: 

The  Americans  have  enrolled  ten  mil- 
lion men  of  military  age.  Before  these 
words  appear,  they  will  have  drafted  be- 
tween 600,000  and  800,000  for  active  ser- 
vice by  January  first. 

They  have  already  sent  Pershing  and 
his  army  of  30,000  more  or  less,  who  were 
in  Mexico,  to  an  American  sector  of  the 
fighting  line  in  France. 

They  have  raised  two  billion  dollars  of 
the  Liberty  Loan  and  will  have  launched 
another  loan  for  a  larger  amount  by 
September. 

They  have  loaned  the  Allies  almost  two 
billion  dollars  in  a  year. 

They  are  now  furnishing  Russia  with 
complete  raih-oad  equipment  to  the  star- 
vation of  rail  needs  in  their  own  country; 
and  the  mission  from  the  United  States 
has  done  much  to  stabilize  Russia  on  the 
side  of  the  Allies  in  the  War. 

They  have  completed  550  submarine 
chasers  and  are  completing  submarine 
chasers  at  the  rate  of  three  a  day.  On 
this  work  alone,  they  have  more  than 
12,000  men  employed. 

They  have  commissioned  87  enemy 
ships  that  were  interned  and  appropriat- 
ed $500,000,000  for  the  construction  of  a 
cargo  fleet  to  feed  the  Allies,  whether  the 


fleet  be  wooden  or  steel  is  not  yet 
certain.  Contracts  have  been  let 
for  300  ships  in  all. 

And  thev  have  appropriated 
$600,000,000  just  as  a  prelimin- 
ary flier,  to  get  a  fleet  of  aero- 
planes under  way. 

Also,  they  are  building  at  the 
pace  of  boom  towns,  military  en- 
campments to  house  and  train 
two  million  men.  There  are  16 
of  these  cantonments,  each  to 
have  40,000  men  at  a  time,  as  the 
various  calls  go  through  the  mill 
of  training. 

And  they  have  ordered  the 
equipment  for  these  men,  four 
million  boots,  twenty  million  rifles,  thou- 
sands of  Lewis  guns,  motor  trucks,  motor 
ambulances,  tenting,  uniforms,  ammuni- 
tions, hospital  supplies.  For  hospital 
supplies,  in  the  matter  of  the  Red  Cross 
alone,  we  have  raised  over  $100,000,000. 
As  to  food,  though  the  Fo?d  Bill  has 
been  juggled  and  thimble-rigged  by  every 
self-seeking  interest  in  the  country, 
though  it  has  had  tin  tacks  and  steel  and 
copper  and  cotton  and  oil  and  coal  stuck 
on  to  it  by  the  fast-sticking  glue  of  trick- 
ery interests — till  President  Wilson  and 
Hoover  hardly  know  whether  it  is  a  food 
bill,  or  a  crazy  patch  work  badly  stained 
with  beers  and  whiskys — though  the  Food 
Bill  has  been  juggled  and  thimble-rigged, 
the  fact  standing  out  is — without  any 
maximum  or  minimum  prices  guaranteed, 
with  labor  the  scarcest  ever  known  and  at 
the  highest  price  ever  known,  and  with 
seed  at  Klondike  levels,  the  farmers  have 
put  in  big  enough  crops  to  guarantee 
against  world  famine.  Please  notice  I  did 
not  say  to  guarantee  no  scarcity  of  food 
and  no  high  prices;  for  the  crop  has  all 
gone  in  very  late,  and  the  season  has  been 
the  coldest  for  ten  years;  but  there  is 
enough  food  to  guarantee  against  famine. 
In  any  event,  Russia's  adherence  to  the 
Allies  and  her  recent  brilliant  victories  as- 
sure European  nations  a  Russian  supply 
of  food. 

Enough  to  prove  that  War's  speedo- 
meter has  been  registering  things  done, 
many  of  them,  and  the  pace  still  full 
power  on  headed  for  Europe. 

XT  OW  go  down  to  the  unseen  layers  of 
-'-  ^  action,  where  the  experts  are  silently 
working. 

Such  arrangements  have  been  made  for 
the  draft  by  a  jury  wheel  that  no  favor- 
itism can  possibly  be  shown.  Slackers 
cannot  escape  through  pull.  No  man  can 
become  an  officer  through  political  influ- 
ences. The  Army,  which  was  under  80,- 
000  muster  when  War  was  declared,  is 
now  over  200,000;  and  the  Navy,  which 
was  18,000  men  short  at  Christmas  is 
now  up  to  the  full  muster. 

The  87  alien  vessels,  which  were  seized 
are  now  ready  to  transport  2  million 
troops  across  the  Atlantic  in  a  year.     It 


is  the  mockery  of  fate  that  the  great  pas- 
senger vessels,  which  Germany  construct- 
ed to  monopolize  the  immigrant  trafliic  of 
Europe,  are  now  to  be  used  to  transport 
Germany's  foes  back  to  the  firing  line  to 
fight  against  her.  Here,  the  problem  for 
the  silent  worker  has  been,  not  to  get  sol- 
diers and  mariners,  but  common  sailors 
to  man  the  great  merchant  fleet  that  has 
suddenly  come  into  Uncle  Sam's  posses- 
sion; and  the  foolish  Navigation  Laws 
which  hampered  America's  merchant 
marine,  passed  to  curry  favor  with  the 
Labor  Unions,  are  being  abrogated  under 
stress  of  War  so  quietly  that  the  public 
is  hardly  aware  of  what  the  changes 
mean.  For  instance,  the  Seaman's  Law 
prohibited  foreigners  acting  as  officers  on 
American  vessels.  This  law  has  been 
lifted  to  permit  sailors  and  officers  6t  the 
Allied  nations  acting  under  the  Ameri- 
can flag — which  means  that  Nova  Sco- 
tians  and  Great  Lakes  sailors  and  New- 
foundlanders will  henceforth  man  Uncle 
Sam's  merchant  fleet.  Another  foolish 
law  prohibited  vessels  under  foreign  flags 
engaging  in  American  coastal  trade.  That 
is,  a  vessel  under  a  foreign  flag  could  come 
to  an  American  port  and  go  out  from  that 
port;  but  it  could  not  go  from  port  to 
port  in  the  United  States.  The  conse- 
quence was  that  the  railroads  got  control 
of  all  the  coastal  lines  in  the  -United 
States  and  promptly  jacked  up  water 
rates  to  equal  land  rates  which  pretty 
nearly  abolished  canal  and  river  traffic  in 
the  United  States.  Under  stress  of  War, 
this  law  has  been  abrogated  from  the 
Great  Lakes;  and  it  is  only  a  matter  of 
time  when  it  will  be  abrogated  from  the 
sea  coast.  To  the  inlander,  that  means 
nothing.  To  the  coast  shipper,  it  means 
everything.  If  Canadian  and  British 
wind-jammers,  for  instance,  could  cruise 
from  point  to  point  along  the  coast 
through  Panama,  it  would  mean  thriving 
days  for  them.  To  the  Texas  lumberman, 
it  would  mean  that  he  could  put  his  lum- 
ber as  cheaply  on  the  New  York  market 
as  Washington  can  by  rail.  To  the  buyer 
of  lumber,  it  would  mean  $10  to  $15  less 
a  thousand  in  the  East. 

These  are  changes  the  experts  are 
working  on  without  any  shouting  from 
house  tops.  When  you  come  to  rebuild 
Northern  France  and  Belgium,  lumber 
by  rail  across  the  continent  would  be  pro- 
hibitive; by.  water,  it  would  be  cheap 
enough  for  the  impoverished  buyer.  The 
reaction  of  this  on  British  Columbia  mills 
need  not  be  told.  , 

T  N  the  system  of  training  for  officers, 
J-  the  tendency  has  been  more  and  more  to 
conform  to  British  manuals  as  to  units  of 
men,  equipment,  guns,  rifles,  etc.  If  the 
country  had  been  loudly  fan-fared  with 
the  information  that  Uncle  Sam  was  stan- 
dardizing his  equipment  to  John  Bull's, 
you  would  have  had  Irish-Americans  and 
German-Americans  clawing  chunks  out  of 


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the  air;  but  very  quietly,  the 
experts  have  been  at  work 
standardizing.  What  does 
that  mean?  It  means  if  a 
Sammie,  or  a  Teddy,  breaks 
his  rifle,  or  jams  his  field  gun, 
or  cripples  his  motor  truck,  he 
can  have  it  repaired  instantly 
on  the  spot  on  the  firing  line, 
instead  of  sending  back  to  America  for  re- 
pair sections,  or  discarding  altogether. 
The  same  of  standardizing  the  military 
manuals.  The  Americans  are  to  have 
their  own  sector  in  the  firing  line ;  but  the 
British  and  French  officers  in  command  on 
each  side  of  the  sector,  will  know  exactly 
how  strong  each  unit  is  in  men,  rifles, 
guns,  under  any  combination  of  confused 
action ;  for  all  they  will  have  to  do  is  refer 
to  the  standardized  manual.  In  bayonet 
work,  in  trench  warfare,  in  uniforms,  in 
guns,  the  American  sector  will  correspond 
with  the  British  and  French  sectors.  Only 
to-day,  word  has  gone  out  to  all  the  fac- 
tories working  on  uniforms  to  cut  the 
coats  after  the  British  pattern. 

As  to  aeroplanes,  though  the  engine 
now  constructed  in  the  United  States  is 
better  adapted  for  training  flights  than 
fighting  squadrons,  American  aeroplane 
engineers  are  now  in  France  studying  the 
145  mile  an  hour  machines  and  studying, 
also,  the  wrecks  of  German  machines  to 
try  to  learn  the  secret  of  the  air  ships 
that  "zip"  up  in  the  air  20,000  feet  like  a 
shot.  Once  the  air  ship  programme  is 
under  way,  it  Is  inconceivable  that  Ameri- 
can mechanical  genius  will  not  equal  and 
surpass  German  and  French  mechanical 
genius;  for  it  was  America  that  first  de- 
vised the  air  fleet.  It  was  war  taught 
France  and  Germany  the  cunning  of  the 
modern  air  flghter;  and  in  a  very  short 
time,  the  American  air  fleet  will  have  all 
the  devices  of  Germany's  high  fliers  and 
France's  long  distance  fliers.  Still  more 
important  is  the  torpedo  sea-plane;  few 
people  seem  to  have  noticed  the  signifi- 
cance, but  when  the  Gena  was  sunk  by  a 
German  torpedo  plane,  it  was  sunk  by  an 
invention  of  Rear-Admiral  Bradley  Fiske. 
The  hydro-plane,  the  torpedo  sea  plane, 
and  the  submarine  chasers  seem  the  only 
weapons  against  the  submarine;  and 
these  are  American  inventions.  It  is  in 
modifications  of  these  inventions  that  the 
first  mechanical  minds  of  the  United 
States  are  now  at  work  to  equip  a  fight- 
ing force  against  submarines.  Details 
of  this  cannot  be  given;  but  the  experts, 
whom  I  like  to  think  of  as  the  motor 
power  out  of  sight  driving  the  ships  of 
state,  are  at  work. 

A  S  to  the  purchase  of  equipment  for  2 
-^*-  million  men,  do  you  realize  what  it 
means?  A  pair  of  shoes  lasts  only  a  few 
weeks  in  the  trenches.  A  rifle  is  good  for 
a  shorter  period.  With  every  man  go  3 
pairs  of  socks.  The  ration  for  an  Ameri- 
can soldier  per  day  is — 20  ounces  beef,  18 
ounces  flour,  %  ounce  baking  powder,  2% 
ounces  beans,  1%  ounces  prunes,  20 
ounces  potatoes,  1%  ounces  coflfee,  3 
ounces  sugar,  1/3  ounce  evaporated  milk, 
vinegar,  salt,  pepper,  cinnamon,  lard,  but- 
ter, syrup  in  portions  of  an  ounce;  but  if 
you  multiply  these  small  quantities  by  an 
army  of  two  millions,  or  even  by  the  first 
500,000  slated  to  be  on  the  firing  line  by 
January,  you  get  some  totals  thac  are 
astounding.    Take  beef,  flour,  potatoes! 

The  beef  for  500,000  men  for  one  year 
would  be  equal  to  a  herd  of  228,000  beev- 
es.   The  flour  for  500,000  men  for  a  year 


would  be  equal  to  5,184,659 
bushels  of  wheat,  or  at 
25  bushels  an  acre,  the 
wheat     crop     of     207,386 


acres.  The  potatoes  for  500,000  men 
would  equal  the  average  crop  of 
608,333  acres.  The  buyers  on  the  Na- 
tional Council  of  Defence  have  made 
arrangements  for  all  this  provisioning  so 
quietly  that  it  has  caused  hardly  a  rip- 
ple across  the  market.  In  fact,  in  the 
face  of  all  this  buying,  prices  have  gone 
off  about  5%.  The  16  great  military  can- 
tonments, which  will  house  40,000  men 
each  will  require  more  than  6  million 
bushels  of  wheat,  84  million  pounds  of 
fresh  beef,  42  million  pounds  of  pork,  2,- 
500,000  bushels  of  potatoes.  All  this  is 
being  arranged  so  quietly  the  public  has 
hardly  awakened  to  what  it  means;  and 
when  besides  the  600,000  in  training  in 
the  cantonments,  there  are  2  million  men 
on  the  firing  line — requirements  can  be 
figured  but  hardly  guessed. 

In  fact,  if  the  surface  speedometer 
shows  a  high  pace,  the  sub-surface  silent 
work  shows  a  still  higher  pace. 

IT  is  between  these  two  layers  of  action 
that  the  cross-currents  have  kicked  up 
all  the  foam  and  froth  and  confusion 
that  are  churning  up  in  the  public  press 
and  in  party  platforms. 

The  enrolment,  the  drafting,  the  train- 
ing, the  preparation  of  munitions  and 
rifles  and  ammunition — the  man  power 
end  of  it — these  things  are  going  ahead 
without  a  jar.  It  is  in  connection  with 
industry  and  labor,  raw  material  and  fa- 
brication, that  the  confusion  has  come  and 
such  changes  are  impending  as  will  not 
leave  "one  stone  upon  another"  in  the  in- 
dustrial world.  I  don't  purpose  offering 
the  solution  of  these  industrial  problems. 
If  I  could,  I  would  not  be  writing  about 
them.     I  shall  set  down  facts. 

Take  the  matter  of  financing  future 
loans.  The  first  Liberty  Loan  was  a  huge 
success;  but  it  was  only  a  success  because 
it  came  so  near  being  a  failure  that  every 
bank  and  bond  house  in  the  United  States, 
every  manufacturer  and  shipper,  got  out 
behind  it  and  hoisted  it  so  that  it  was 
oversubscribed  almost  a  billion.  But 
meanwhile,  it  was  necessary  to  pass  new 
revenue  laws  taxing  excess  profits  as  they 
ought  to  be  taxed.  But  here  is  the  rub.  It 
is  something  like  the  house  that  Jack 
built.  How  is  the  Steel  Trust,  for  in- 
stance, to  subscribe  $50  millions  to  a  sec- 
ond Liberty  Loan  if  its  excess  profits  are 
to  be  taxed?  How  is  it  to  have  any  ex- 
cess profits  if  it  must  not  charge  the  Gov- 
ernment on  war  contracts  more  than  10  c^ 
over  cost?  How  can  it  keep  its  prices 
down  to  10%  over  pre-War  cost,  when  it 
must  pay  100%  and  200%  higher  for  raw 


material,  and  100%  and  200% 
higher  for  labor?  I  could  give 
the  exact  figures  of  what  the 
steel  people  are  paying  for  pig 
iron  and  what  Denman  has  asked 
them  and  Daniels  has  ordered 
them  to  charge  for  steel;  but 
being  a  lay  mind,  I  should  pro- 
bably confuse  the  technical 
terms.  Besides  copper  and  shoes 
are  examples  simpler  to  the  average 
public. 

The  Government  refused  to  pay  the 
trade  price  for  copper  and  procured  some 
million  pounds  at  16  cents  as  against  a 
public  price  of  over  30  cents;  but  it  was 
found  no  more  copper  could  be  bought  at 
that  price;  and  the  Government  raised  the 
price  to  25  cents,  75%  down,  the  balance 
to  be  paid  if  the  Trade  Commission  found 
the  charge  did  not  exceed  10%  profits  to 
the  copper  miners.  At  present,  the 
price  averaged  for  the  Government  is  18c, 
as  against  30c  to  the  trade.  Now  here  is 
what  the  copper  miners  are  up  against. 
They  have  been  paying  $5  a  day  for  a  7- 
hour  day  to  their  men;  and  the  men  are 
now  on  strike  for  $6  a  day  for  a  6-hour 
day.  You  will  see  if  the  Government  is 
going  to  hold  down  prices  on  manufac- 
tured articles,  it  must  also  hold  down 
prices  on  raw  materials;  and  if  it  holds 
down  prices  on  raw  materials,  it  must 
also  hold  down  wage  demands;  or  the  out- 
put stops  altogether;  and  then,  where 
are  we  at?  We  are  at  where  we  were  with 
our  farmers  last  spring — "scared  stift"" 
of  a  world  famiiii.'. 

This  is  the  real  reason  why  all  the  list 
of  follies — tin  tacks,  barb  wire,  steel,  If/id, 
zinc,  cotton,  oil — a  nice  war  diet — were 
tacked  on  the  Food  Bill.  The  manufac- 
turers wanted  to  force  the  President  to 
declare  himself — if  he  would  regulate 
prices  down  on  manufactured  goods,  and 
up  on  food  goods,  what  was  he  prepared 
to  do  about  raw  material  and  wages? 
Also  the  farmer — if  he  was  to  produce 
abundance  of  food  cheaply  to  save  the 
world  from  famine,  was  the  agricultural 
implement  man  also  to  produce  abundance 
of  machinery  at  a  minimum  price?  You 
see  where  the  whole  policy  of  price  fix- 
ing leads — don't  you?  To  shallows  that 
may  wreck  a  war  policy.  And  Wilson's 
answer  to  the  manufacturers  demand  was 
an  invocation  for  all  to  lay  aside  profits 
and  fight  for  freedom. 

The  President  referred  "to  the  greed 
of  the  shippers"  and  "the  marine  inter- 
ests" in  charging  high  ocean  freights  en- 
dangering victory.  Now  let  us  get  back 
to  the  house  that  Jack  built. 

Why  are  marine  freights  extortion- 
ate? 

Because  so  much  tonnage  has  been  de- 
stroyed by  the  submarines;  because  in- 
surance is  high;  because  risks  are  about 
50 — 50;  because  the  delays  of  War  cause 
extortionate  demurrage  charges — high  as 
$5,000  a  day  at  the  docks.  I  know  one 
line  that  has  paid  $5,000  demurrage  a 
day  for  30  days. 

Why  has  so  much  tonnage  been  destroy- 
ed by  the  submarines? 

Because  the  one  defence  against  the 
submarine — the  one  effective  submarine 
destroyer — has  been  so  hampered  and  de- 
layed by  financial  Government  require- 
ments that  there  are  not  enough  of  them 
to  clear  the  seas  of  submarines.  I  have 
referred  to  this  elsewhere;  but  I  shall 
give  it  more  explicitly.  In  1915,  the  seas 
were  practically  cleared  of  84%  of  the 
German  submarines  by  submarine  chas- 


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29 


ers,  550  of  which  were  delivered  from 
American  yards.  These  chasers  had  been 
standardized  80  feet  long,  12  beam,  4 
draft,  32  tons,  220  h.p.  at  a  speed  of  14  to 
19  miles,  crew  10  men — very  swift,  dead- 
ly, sea-worthy  craft.  The  yards  stan- 
dardized to  these  sizes.  Keeping  these 
standards,  the  yards  could  turn  out  100 
a  day.  They  cleared  the  seas  of  "subs" 
in  1915  and  not  one  was  lost;  but  the 
British  Admiralty  first  and  then  the  Am- 
erican Navy  suddenly  decided  they  want- 
ed 30  to  40  feet  more  space  "for  the  offi- 
cers' comfort."  The  yards  had  to  change 
all  their  standards,  and  consequently  can 
turn  out  only  3  "sub"  destroyers  a  day 
instead  of  a  hundred. 

To  go  back  to  the  house  that  Jaclc 
built,  ocean  freight  rates  are  high  be- 
cause tonnage  has  been  destroyed  by  sub- 
marines; and  tonnage  has  been  destroyed 
by  submarines  because  there  are  not 
enough  submarine  destroyers;  and  there 
are  not  enough  "sub"  destroyers  because 
departmental  "sissies"  and  "fussies"  ar- 
bitrarily changed  standards  and  threw 
all  the  ship  yards  in  complete  confusion. 

It  is  just  such  hitches  and  halts  and 
jars  and  criss-crosses  as  these  that  have 
kept  two  $500,000,000  contracts  lying  on 
the  President's  desk  unsigned  for  more 
than  six  weeks.  The  manufacturers  sim- 
ply do  not  knew  where  they  are  at. 

I  spoke  of  army  boots  of  which  two 
contracts  have  been  let  at  $4.73  a  pair 


for  some  four  millions  in  all.  Now  Can- 
adians don't  need  to  have  the  word 
"boots"  said  to  them.  They  know  that 
the  boots,  which  were  so  cheap  in  Can- 
ada the  first  year  of  the  War,  had  to  be 
"junked"  in  England,  which  is  precisely 
what  the  manufacturers  of  Toronto  warn- 
ed the  Purchasing  Board  would  be  done. 
Leather  has  almost  doubled  in  price.  The 
shoes  were  so  cheap  they  were  no  good; 
but  Uncle  Sam  is  clapping  minimum 
prices  on  manufactured  articles;  and  the 
error  is  being  repeated. 

Much  the  same  story  could  be  told  of 
the  controversy  between  Denman  and 
Goethals  as  to  wooden  and  steel  ships; 
and  if  the  controversy  lasts  much  longer, 
there  will  not  be  ships  to  carry  food  to 
Europe  this  fall;  for  raw  material  is  go- 
ing higher  and  higher  in  price,  and  labor 
is  growing  scarcer  and  scarcer. 

THE  censorship  belongs  to  the  same 
sphere  of  confused  action.  It  is  no 
longer  serious.  It  is  a  howling  joke. 
There  is  an  adage  in  the  New  Testament 
about — straining  at  a  gnat  and  swallow- 
ing a  camel."  We  all  did  it  the  morning 
of  July  4th,  when  the  lurid  account  came 
out  of  the  sinking  of  a  solitary  submarine. 
The  whole  country  "swallowed"  it,  swore 
and  had  bad  indigestion  even  before  the 
true  account  came  out  from  the  American 
officers  in  command.  England  had  sunk 
84%  of  Germany's  submarines  in  1915  and 


had  hardly  whispered  the  fact.  Uncle 
Sam  sank  one  and  the  censor  in  Wash- 
ington yelled  with  such  jubilation  the 
people  hid  their  heads  in  shame;  for  this 
censor  was  controlled  by  the  same  Mr. 
Daniels,  who  had  refused  to  tell  the  pub- 
lic why  the  size  of  the  submarine  chasers 
had  been  changed,  whether  it  was  true  the 
chasers  built  in  the  Government  yards 
would  not  work — sank  below  the  dead  line 
and  otherwise  disported  themselves  like 
untrustworthy  ships, — whether  the  spe- 
cifications for  the  big  navy  authorized 
last  January  have  been  changed  and  held 
up  needlessly  three  times,  whether  the 
Government-built  ships  really  cost  more 
than  the  contracted  ships  spite  of  pur- 
chase of  assembled  parts  at  half  price; 
whether  in  fact  it  is  true  that  many 
manufacturers  simply  cannot  go  ahead 
under  present  conditions. 

But  the  censorship,  like  fixed  prices, 
has  been  tried  elsewhere  and  has  always 
failed.  The  speedometer  shows  that  the 
United  States  are  going  ahead  with  war 
preparations — ^both  above  the  line  where 
they  can  see  their  own  pace  and  below 
decks  where  the  silent  workers  toil.  If 
between  decks,  there  is  confusion  and 
noise,  it  need  not  discourage  us.  You 
so.i-;etimes  don't  know  you  are  moving  be- 
tween decks;  but  the  water  is  slipping 
past  very  fast  all  the  same;  and  unless 
Kaiserdom  collapses  very  soon.  Uncle 
Sam  will  be  there  for  the  obsequies. 


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first  two,  "Mr.  Grex,  of  Monte  Carlo,"  and  "The  Double 
Traitor,"  appeared  in  The  Saturday  Evening  Post,  and 
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Their  Wives  Went  Along 

A  Story  of  a  Summer  Outing" 

By  W.  W.  Jacobs 

Author  of  "Many  Cargoes,"  "At  Sunwich  Post,"   etc. 
Illustrated    by   Lou   Skuce 


THE  HANDS  on  the  wharf  had  been 
working  all  Saturday  night  and 
well  into  Sunday  morning  to  finish 
the  Foam,  and  now  at  ten  o'clock,  with 
hatches  down  and  freshly  scrubbed  decks 
the  skipper  and  mate  stood  watching  the 
tide  as  it  rose  slowly  over  the  smooth 
Thames  mud. 

"What  time's  she  coming?"  enquired 
the  skipper,  turning  a  lazy  eye  up  at  the 
wharf. 

"About  ha'-past  ten  she  said,"  replied 
the  mate.  "It's  very  good  o'  you  to  turn 
out  and  let  her  have  your  state-room." 

"Don't  say  another  word  about  that," 
said  the  skipper,  impressively.  "I've  met 
your  wife  once  or  twice,  George,  an'  I 
must  say  that  a  nicer  spoken  woman,  an' 
a  more  well  be'aved  one,  I've  seldom  seen." 

"Same  to  you,"' said  the  mate;  "your 
wife  I  mean." 

"Any  man,"  continued  the  skipper,  "as 
would  lay  in  a  comfortable  stateroom, 
George,  and  leave  a  lady  a-trying  to  turn 
and  to  dress  and  ondress  herself  in  a 
pokey  little  locker  ought  to  be  ashamed  of 
himself." 

"You  see,  it's  the  luggage  they  bring," 
said  the  mate,  slowly  refilling  his  pipe. 
"What  they  want  with  it  all  I  can't  think. 
As  soon  as  my  old  woman  makes  up  her 


mind  to  come  for  a  trip,  to-morrow  being 
bank  holiday,  an'  she  being  in  the  mind 
for  an  outing,  what  does  she  do?  Goes 
down  to  Commercial  Road  and  buys  a 
bonnet  far  beyond  her  station." 

"They're  all  like  it,"  said  the  skipper; 
"mine's  just  as  bad.  What  does  that  boy 
want?" 

The  boy  approached  the  edge  of  the  jetty 
and,  peering  down  at  them,  answered  for 
himself. 

"Who's  Captain  Bunnett?"  he  demand- 
ed, shrilly. 

"That's  me,  my  lad,"  said  the  skipper 
looking  up. 

"I've  got  a  letter  for  yer,"  said  the  boy, 
holding  it  out. 

'  I  ^HE  skipper  held  out  his  hands  and 
-^  caught  it,  and,  after  reading  the  con- 
tents, felt  his  beard  and  looked  at  the 
mate. 

"It  never  rains  but  it  pours,"  he  said 
figuratively. 

"What's  up?"  enquired  the  other. 

"  'Ere's  my  old  woman  coming  now," 
said  the  skipper.  "Sent  a  note  to  say 
she's  getting  ready  as  fast  as  she  can,  an' 
I'm  not  to  sail  on  any  account  till  she 
comes." 

"That's  awkward,"  said  the  mate,  who 


he  said,  sav- 
agely. "You'll 
swallow  that 
little  'un." 


felt  that  he  was  expected  to  say  some- 
thing. 

"It  never  struck  me  to  tell  her  your 
wife  was  coming,"  said  the  skipper. 
"Where  we're  to  put  'em  both  I  don't 
know.  I  s'pose  it's  quite  certain  your 
wife  '11  come?" 

"Certain,"  said  the  mate. 

"No  chance  of  'er  changing  'er  mind?" 
suggested  the  skipper,  looking  away  from 
him. 

"Not  now  she's  got  that  bonnet,"  re- 
plied the  mate.  "I  s'pose  there's  no 
chance  of  your  wife  changing  hers?" 

The  skipper  shook  his  head.  "There's 
one  thing,"  he  said  hopefully,  "they'll  be 
nice  company  for  each  other.  They'll 
have  to  'ave  the  stateroom  between  'em. 
It's  a  good  job  my  wife  ain't  as  big  as 
yours." 

"We'll  be  able  to  play  four  'anded  wist 
sometimes,"  said  the  mate  as  he  followed 
the  skipper  below  to  see  what  further 
room  could  be  made. 

"Crowded  but  jolly,"  said  the  other. 

'T~*HE  two  cabs  drove  up  almost  at  the 
-*■   same  moment,  while  they  were  below, 
and  Mrs.  Bunnett's  cabman  had  no  sooner 
staggered  on  to  the  jetty  with  her  lug- 
gage  than   Mrs.    Fillson's   arrived   with 
hers.      The    two 
ladies,    who    were 
entire       strangers, 
stood    regarding 
each  other  curious- 
ly  as   they   looked 
down   at   the   bare 
deck  of  the  Foam. 
"George!"   cried 
"Use  a  larger  »Mrs.    Fillson,    who 
knife,    Cap'n,"    was  a  fine  woman, 
raising    her    voice 
almost  to  a  scream 
in     the     effort    to 
make  herself  heard 
above  the  winch  of 
a  ne  i  g  h  b  o  r  i  ng 
steamer. 

It  was  unfortun- 
ate perhaps  that 
both  officers  of  the 
schooner  bore  the 
same  highly  respec- 
table Christian, 
name. 

"George!"  cried 
Mrs.  Bunnett, 
glancing  indignant- 
ly at  the  other  lady. 
"George!"  cried! 
Mrs.  Fillson,  re-- 
turning  her  looks 
with  interest. 

"Hussey,"  saidi 
Mrs.    Bunnett    ua- 


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31 


der  her  breath,  but  not  very  much  un- 
der "George!" 

There  was   no  response. 

"George!"   cried   both   ladies  together. 

Still  no  response,  and  they  made  a 
louder  effort. 

'T'HERE  was  yet  another  George  on 
•*■  board,  in  the  fo'c'sle,  and  in  response 
to  pushes  from  curious  friends  below,  he 
came  up  and  regarded  the  fair  duettists 
open-mouthed. 

"What  d'yer  want?"  he  said  at  length, 
sheepishly. 

"Will  you  tell  Captain  Bunnett  that  his 
wife,  Mrs.  Bunnett,  is  here?"  said  that 
lady  a  thin  little  woman  with  bright  black 
eyes. 

"Yes,  mum,"  said  the  seaman,  and  was 
hurrying  off,  when  Mrs.  Fillson  called 
him  back. 

"Will  you  tell  Mr.  Fillson  that  his  wife, 
Mrs.  Fillson,  is  here!"  she  said,  politely. 

"All  right,  mum,"  said  the  other,  and 
went  below  to  communicate  the  pleasing 
tidings.  Both  husbands  came  up  on  deck 
hastily,  and  a  glance  served  to  show  them 
how  their  wives  stood. 

"How  do  you  do,  Cap'n  Bunnett,"  said 
Mrs.  Fillson,  with  a  fascinating  smile. 

"Good-mornin",  marm,"  said  the  skip- 
per, trying  to  avoid  his  wife's  eye.  "That's 
my  wife,  Mrs.  Bunnett." 

"Good  morning,  ma'am,"  said  Mrs.  Fill- 
son,  adjusting  the  new  bonnet  with  the 
tips  of  her  fingers. 

"Good  morning  to  you,"  said  Mrs.  Bun- 
nett in  a  cold  voice,  but  patronizing. 
"You  have  come  to  bring  your  husband 
some  of  his  things,  I  suppose?" 

"She's  coming  with  us,"  said  the  skip- 
per, in  a  hurry  to  have  it  over.  "Wait 
half  a  moment  and  I'll  help  you  down." 

He  got  up  to  the  side  and  helped  them 
both  on  to  the  deck,  and  with  a  great 
attempt  at  cheery  conversation,  led  the 
way  below,  where  in  the  midst  of  an  im- 
pressive silence,  he  explained  that  the 
ladies  would  have  to  share  the  state-room 
between  them. 

"That's  the  only  way  out  of  it,"  said  the 
mate,  after  waiting  in  vain  for  them  to 
say  something.    , 

"It's  a  fairish  size  when  you  come  to 
look  at  it,"  said  the  skipper,  putting  his 
head  on  one  side  to  see  whether  the  bunk 
looked  larger  that  way. 

"Pack  three  in  there  at  a  pinch,"  said 
the  mate  hardily. 

C  TILL  the  ladies  said  nothing,  but  there 
"^  was  a  storm-signal  hoisted  in  Mrs. 
Bunnett's  cheek  which  boded  no  good  to 
her  husband.  There  was  room  only  for 
one  trunk  in  the  state-room,  and  by 
prompt  generalship  Mrs.  Fillson  got  hers 
in  first.  Having  seen  it  safe,  she  went  up 
on  deck  for  a  look  round. 

"George,"  said  Mrs.  Bunnett  fiercely, 
as  soon  as  they  were  alone. 

"Yes,  my  dear,"  said  her  husband. 

"Pack  that  woman  off  home,"  said  Mrs. 
Bunnett  sharply. 

"I  couldn't  do  that,"  said  the  skipper 
firmly.  "It's  your  own  fault.  You  should 
have  said  you  was  coming." 

"Oh,  I  know  you  didn't  want  me  to 
come,"  said  Mrs.  Bunnett,  the  roses  on 
her  bonnet  trembling.  "The  mate  can 
think  of  a  little  pleasure  for  his  wife, 
but  I  can  stay  home  and  do  your  mending 
and  keep  the  house  clean.  Oh,  I  know, 
don't  tell  me." 

"Well,  it's  too  late  to  alter  it,"  said  her 
husband.  "I  must  get  up  above  now, 
you'd  better  come  too." 


Mrs.  Bun- 
nett follow- 
ed him  on 
deck,  and 
getting  a  s 
far  from 
the  mate's 
wife  as  pos- 
sible, watch- 
e  d  with  a 
superior  air 
of  part 
ownership 
the  move- 
ments of  the 
seamen  a  s 
they  got 
under  way. 
A  favorable 
w  e  s  t  e  rly 
breeze  was 
blowing 
and,  the 
canvas  once 
set,  she 
stood  by  her 
husband  as 
h  e  pointed 
out  the  var- 
ious objects 
o  f  interest 
on  the 
banks  of  the 
river. 

They  were 
still  in  the 
thick  of  the 
traffic  a  t 
dinner-time, 
so  that  the 
skipper  was 
able,  to  his 
secret  r  e  - 
lief,  to  send 
the  mate 
below  to  do 
the  honors 
of  the  table. 
The   latter 


"I've  got  a  letter  for  yer,"  said  the  boy. 


came     up 

from  it  pale  and  scared,  and  catching  the 
skipper's  eye,  hunched  his  shoulders  sig- 
nificantly. 

"No  words?"  enquired  the  latter  anxi- 
ously, in  a  half-whisper. 

"Not  exactly  words,"  replied  the  mate. 
"What  you  might  call  snacks." 

He  moved  off  a  bit  as  his  table  com- 
panions came  up  on  deck,  and  the  master 
of  the  Foam,  deciding  to  take  the  bull  by 
the  horns,  called  both  of  them  to  him, 
and  pointed  out  the  beauties  of  the  various 
passing  craft.  In  the  midst  of  his  discourse 
his  wife  moved  off,  leaving  the  unhappy 
man  conversing  alone  with  Mrs.  Fillson, 
her  face  containing  an  expression  such  as 
is  seen  in  the  prints  of  the  very  best  of 
martyrs  as  she  watched  them. 


A  T  TEA-TIME  the  men  sat  in  misery, 
-^*-  Mrs.  Bunnett  passed  Mrs.  Fillson 
her  tea  without  looking  at  her,  an  example 
which  Mrs.  Fillson  followed  in  handing 
her  the  cut  bread-and-butter.  When  she 
took  the  plate  back  it  was  empty,  and 
Mrs.  Bunnett  convulsed  with  rage,  was 
picking  the  slices  out  of  her  lap. 

"Oh,  I  am  sorry,"  said  Mrs.  Fillson. 

"You're  not,  ma'am,"  said  Mrs.  Bun- 
nett fiercely.    "You  did  it  a  purpose." 

"There,  there!"  said  both  men  feebly. 


"Of  course,  my  husband'll  sit  quite-. 
calm  and  see  me  insulted,"  said  Mrs.  Bun- 
nett, rising  angrily  from  her  seat. 

"And  my  husband'll  sit  drink  tea,  while- 
I'm  given  the  lie,"  said  Mrs.  Fillson,  bend- 
ing an  indignant  look  upon  the  mate. 

"If  you  think  I'm  going  to  share  the- 
state-room  with  that  woman,  George, 
you're  mistaken,"  said  Mrs.  Bunnett,  in  a, 
terrible  voice.  "I'd  sooner  sleep  on  a 
doorstep." 

"And  I'd  sooner  sleep  on  the  scraper,"' 
said  Mrs.  Fillson,  regarding  her  foe's- 
scanty  proportions. 

"Very  well,  me  an'  the  mate'll  sleep, 
there,"  said  the  skipper  wearily.  "You 
can  have  the  mate's  bunk  and  Mrs.  Fill- 
son  can  have  the  locker.  You  don't  mind, 
George?" 

"Oh,  George  don't  mind,"  said  Mrs. 
Bunnett  mimickingly;  "anything'll  do. 
for  George.  If  you'd  got  the  spirit  of  a 
man,  you  wouldn't  let  me  be  insulted  like 
this." 

"And  if  you'd  got  the  spirit  of  a  man," 
said  Mrs.  Fillson,  turning  on  her  hus- 
band, "you  wouldn't  let  them  talk  to  me 
like  this.     You  never  stick  up  for  me."' 

SHE   FLOUNCED  up  on  deck  where 
Mrs.  Bunnett,  after  a  vain  attempt 
to  finish  her  tea,  shortly  followed  her.  The 


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The  doctor  suddenly  sat  doivn  and  burnt  into  a  hoarse  roar  of  langhter. 


two  men  continued  their  meal  for  some 
time  in  silence. 

"We'll  have  to  'ave  a  quarrol  just  to 
oblif^c  them,  George,"  said  the  skipper  at 
lenf^th,  as  he  put  down  his  cup.  "NothinR 
else'll  satisfy  'em." 

"It  couldn't  be  done,"  said  the  mate, 
reaching  over  and  slapping  him  on  the 
back. 

"Just  pretend,  I  mean,"  said  the  other. 

"It  couldn't  be  done  proper,"  said  the 
mate;  "they'd  see  through  it.  We've  sailed 
together  five  years  now,  an'  never  'ad  what 
I  could  call  a  really  nasty  word." 

"Well,  if  you  can  think  o'  anything," 
said  the  skipper,  "say  so.  This  sort  o' 
thing  is  worrying." 

"See  how  we  get  on  at  breakfast,"  said 
the  mate,  as  he  lit  his  pipe.  "If  that's  as 
bad  as  this,  we'll  have  a  bit  of  a  row  to 
please  'em." 

T)  REAKFAST  next  morning  was,  if 
■'-'  anything,  worse,  each  lady  directly 
inciting  her  lord  to  acts  of  open  hostility. 
In  this  they  were  unsuccessful,  but  in  the 
course  of  the  morning  the  husbands  ar- 
ranged matters  to  their  own  satisfaction. 
At  the  next  meal  the  storm  broke  with 
violence. 

"I  don't  wish  to  complain  or  hurt  any- 
body's feelings,"  said  the  skipper,  after  a 
side-wink  at  the  mate,  "but  if  you  could 
eat  your  wittles  with  a  little  less  noise, 
George,  I'd  take  it  as  a  favor." 

"Would  you?"  said  the  mate,  as  his  wife 
stiffened  suddenly  in  her  seat    "Oh!" 

Both    belligerents,   eyeing   each   other 


ferociously,  tried  hard  to  think  of  fur- 
ther insults. 

"Like  a  pig,"  continued  the  skipper, 
grumblingly. 

The  mate  hesitated  so  long  for  a  crush- 
ing rejoinder  that  his  wife  lost  all  pati- 
ence and  rose  to  her  feet  crimson  with 
wrath. 

"IIow  dare  you  talk  to  my  husband  like 
that?"  she  demanded  fiercely.  "George, 
come  up  on  deck  this  instant!" 

"I  don't  mind  what  he  says,"  said  the 
mate,  who  had  only  just  begun  his  dinner. 

"You  come  away  at  once,"  said  his  wife, 
pushing  his  plate  from  him. 

The  mate  got  up  with  a  sigh,  and,  meet- 
ing the  look  of  horror-stricken  commiser- 
ation in  his  captain's  eye,  returned  it  with 
one  of  impotent  rage. 

"Use  a  larger  knife,  cap'n,"  he  said 
savagely.  "You'll  swallow  that  little  'un 
one  of  these  days." 

The  skipper,  with  the  weapon  in  ques- 
tion gripped  in  his  fist,  turned  round  and 
stared  at  him  in  petrified  amazement. 

"If  I  wasn't  the  cap'n  of  this  ship, 
George,"  he  said  huskily,  "an'  bound  to 
set  a  good  example  to  the  men,  I'd  whop 
you  for  them  words." 

"It's  all  for  your  good.  Captain  Bun- 
nett,"  said  Mrs.  Fillson  mincingly.  "There 
was  a  poor  old  workhouse  man  I  used  to 
give  a  penny  to  sometimes,  who  would  eat 
with  his  knife,  and  he  choked  himself 
with  it." 

"Ay,  he  did  that,  and  he  hadn't  got  a 
mouth  half  the  size  o'  yours,"  said  the 
mate  warningly. 

"Cap'n  or  no  cap'n,  crew  or  no  crew!" 


said  the  skipper  in  a  suffocating  voice, 
"I  can't  stand  this.  Come  up  on  deck, 
George,  and  repeat  them  words." 

Before  the  mate  could  accept  the  invi- 
tation, he  was  dragged  back  by  his  wife, 
while  at  the  .same  time  Mrs.  Bunnett,  with 
a  frantic  scream,  threw  her  arms  round 
her  husband's  neck,  and  dared  him  to 
move. 

"You  wait  till  I  get  you  ashore,  my  lad," 
said  the  skipper  threateningly. 

"I'll  have  to  bring  the  ship  home  after 
I've  done  with  you,"  retorted  the  mate  as 
he  passed  up  on  deck  with  his  wife. 

"TOURING  the  afternoon  the  couples  ex- 
-*--'  changed  not  a  word,  though  the  two 
husbands  exchanged  glances  of  fiery  im- 
port, and  later  on,  their  spouses  being 
below,  gradually  drew  near  to  each  other. 
The  mate,  however,  had  been  thinking, 
and  as  they  came  together,  met  his  foe 
with  a  pleasant  smile. 

"Bravo,  old  man,"  he  said  heartily. 

"What  d'yer  mean?"  demanded  the 
skipper  in  gruff  astonishment. 

"I  mean  the  way  you  pretended  to  row 
me,"  said  the  mate.  "Splendid  you  did  it. 
I  tried  to  back  you  up,  but  lor!  I  wasn't 
in  it  with  you." 

"Wot,  d'yer  mean  to  say  you  didn't 
mean  what  you  said?"  enquired  the  other. 

"Why,  o'course,"  said  the  mate,  with  an 
appearance  of  great  surprise.  "You 
didn't,  did  you?" 

"No,"  said  the  skipper,  swallowing 
something  in  his  throat.  "No,  o'course 
not.  But  you  did  it  well,  too,  George. 
Uncommon  well,  yjju  did." 


"Not  half  so  well  as  you  did,"  said  the 
mate.  "Well,  I  s'pose  jve've  Rot  to  keep 
it  up  now." 

"1  s'pose  so,"  said  the  skipper;  "but  we 
musn't  keep  it  up  on  the  same  thinps, 
GeorRC.  Swallerin'  knives  an'  that  sort 
o'  thinjf.  I  mean." 

"No,  no,"  said  the  mate  hastily. 

"An'  if  you  could  get  your  missus  to  go 
home  by  train  from  Summercove,  George, 
we  miKht  have  a  little  peace  and  quiet- 
ness," added  the  other. 
(  "She'd  never  forgive  me  if  I  asked  her," 
said  the  mate;  "you'll  have  to  order  it 
cap'n." 

"I    won't   do   that,   George,"   said    the 

skipper  firmly.     "I'd   never  treat  a  lady 

like  that  aboard  my  ship.     I  'ope  I  know 

'ow  to  behave  myself  if  I  do  eat  with  my 

.     knife." 

'  "Stow  that,"  said  the  mate,  reddening. 
"We'll  wait  an'  see  what  turns  up,"  he 
added  hopefully. 

FOR  THE  next  three  days  nothing 
fresh  transpired,  and  the  bickering 
between  the  eouple.f,  assumed  on  the  part 
of  the  men  and  virulent  on  the  part  of 
their  wives,  went  from  bad  to  worse.  It 
was  evident  that  the  ladies  preferred  it  to 
any  other  amusement  life  on  ship-board 
could  offer,  and,  after  a  combined  burst 
of  hy.sterics  on  their  part,  in  which  the 
whole  ship's  company  took  a  strong  in- 
terest, the  husbands  met  to  discuss 
heroic  remedies. 

"It's  getting  worse  and  worse,"  said  the 
skipper  ruefully.  "We'll  be  the  laughing 
stock  o'  the  crew  even  afore  they're  done 
with  us.  There's  another  day  afore  we 
reach  Summercove,  there's  five  or  six 
days  there,  an'  at  least  five  days  back 
again." 

"There'll  be  murder  afore  then,"  said 
the  mate,  shaking  his  head. 

"If  we  could  only  pack  'em  both  'ome 
by  train,"  continued  the  skipper. 
"That's  an  expense,"  said  the  mate. 
"It  'ud  be  worth  it,"  said  the  other. 
"And'   they   wouldn't   do    it,"   said    the 
mute,  "neither  of  'em." 

"I've  seen  women  having  rows  afore," 
aid   the   skipper,   "but   then    they   could 
get   away   from   each   other.      It's    being 
boxed  up  in  this  little  craft  as  does  the 
mischief." 

"S'pose  we  pretend  the  ship's  not  sea- 
worthy," said  the  mate. 

'Then  they'd  stand  by  us,"  said  the 
skipper,  "closer  than  ever." 

"I  b'leevc  they  would,"  said  the  mate. 
"They'd  go  fast  enough  if  we'd  got  a 
case  o'  smallpox  or  anything  like  that 
aboard,  though." 

The  skipper  grunted  assent. 
"It  'ud  be  worth  trying,"  said  the  mate. 
"We've  pretended  to  have  a  quarrel.  Now 
just  as  we're  going  into  port  let  one  of 
ithe  hands,  the  boy  if  you  like,  pretend  he's 
sickening  for  smallpox." 

"How's  he  going  to  do  it?"  enquired  the 
skipper  derisively. 

"You  leave  it  to  me,"  replied  the  other. 
"I've  got  an  idea  how  it's  to  be  done." 

AGAINST  his  better  judgment  the 
skipjK'r,  after  some  demur,  consent- 
ed, and  the  following  day,  when  the  pas- 
sengers were  on  deck  gazing  at  the  small 
port  of  Summercove  as  they  slowly  ap- 
proached it,  the  cook  came  up  excitedly 
and  made  a  communication  to  the  skipper. 
"What?"  cried  the  latter.  "Nonsense." 
"What's  the  matter?"  demanded  Mrs. 
Bunnett,  turning  round. 


M  A  CI.  !•:  A  N  'S    MA  C  AZ  I  NE 

"Cook,  here,  has  got  it  into  his  head 
that  the  boy's  got  the  smallpox,"  said  the 
skipper. 

Both  women  gave  a  faint  scream. 
"Nonsense,"  said  Mrs.  Bunnett,  with  a 
pale  face. 

"Rubbish,"  said  Mrs.  Fillson,  clasping 
her  hands  nervously. 

"Very  good,  mum,"  said  the  cook  calm- 
ly. "You  know  best,  o'course,  but  I  was 
on  a  barque  once  what  got  it  aboard  bad, 
and  I  think  I  ought  to  know  it  when  I 
see  it." 

"Yes;  and  now  you  think  everything's 
the  smallpox,"  said  Mrs.  Bunnett  un- 
easily. 

"Very  well,  mum,"  said  the  cook, 
spreading  out  his  hands.  "Will  you  come 
down  an'  'ave  a  look  at  'im?" 

"No,"  snapped  Mrs.  Bunnett,  retreating 
a   pace  or  two. 

"Will  you  come  down  an'  'ave  a  look  at 
'im,  sir?"  enquired  the  cook. 

"You  stay  where  you  arc,  George,"  said 
Mrs.  Bunnett  shrilly,  as  her  husband 
moved  forward.  "Go  farther  off,  cook." 
"And  keep  your  tongue  still  till  we  get  to 
port,"  said  the  mate.  "Don't  go  blabbing 
it  all  over  the  place,  mind,  or  we  shan't 
get  nobody  to  work  us  out." 

"Ay,  ay,"  said  the  cook,  moving  off. 
"I  ain't  afraid  of  it — I've  given  it  to 
people,  but  I've  never  took  it  myself  yet" 
"I'm  sure  I  wish  I  was  off  this  dread- 
ful ship,"  said  Mrs.  Fillson  nervously. 
"Nothing  but  unpleasantness.  How  long 
before  we  get  to  Summercove,  Cap'n  Bun- 
nett?" 

"  'Bout  a  'our  an'  a  'arf  ought  to  do  it," 
said  the  skipper. 

Both  ladies  sighed  anxiously,  and,  go- 
ing as  far  aft  as  possible,  gazed  eagerly 
at  the  harbor  as  it  opened  out  slowly  be- 
fore them. 

"I  shall  go  back  by  train,"  said  Mrs. 
Bunnett.  "It's  a  shame,  having  my  holi- 
day spoilt  like  this." 

"It's  one  o'  them  things  what  can't  be 
helped,"  said  her  husband  piously. 

"You'd  better  give  me  a  little  money," 
continued  his  wife.  "I  shall  get  lodgings 
in  the  town  for  a  day  or  two,  till  I  see  how 
things   are   going." 

"It  'ud  be  better  for  you  to  get  straight 
back   home,"  said  the   skipper. 

"Nonsense,"  said  his  wife,  sharply. 
"Suppose  you  take  it  yourself,  I  should 
have  to  be  here  to  see  you  were  looked 
after.  I'm  sure  Mrs.  Kill.son  isn't  going 
home." 

Mrs.  Fill.son,  holding  out  her  hand  to 
Mr.  Fillson,  said  she  was  sure  she  wasn't. 
"It  'u<l  be  a  load  off  our  minds  if  you 
did  go,"  said  the  mate,  speaking  for  both. 
"Well,  we're  not  going  for  a  day  or  two 
at  any  rate,"  said  Mrs.  Bunnett  glanc- 
ing almost  amiably  at  Mrs.  Fillson. 

In  face  of  this  declaration,  and  in  view 
of  the  persistent  demands  of  the  ladies, 
both  men,  with  a  very  ill  grace,  furnished 
them  with  some  money. 

"Don't  say  a  word  about  it  ashore, 
mind,"  said  the  mate,  avoiding  his  chief's 
indignant  gaze. 

"But  you  must  have  a  doctor,"  said 
Mrs.  Bunnett. 

"I  know  of  a  doctor  here,"  said  the 
mate;   "that's   all   arranged   for." 

HK  MOVED  away  for  a  little  private 
talk  with  the  skipper,  but  that 
gentleman  was  not  in  a  conversational 
mood,  and  a  sombre  silence  fell  upon  all 
until  they  were  snugly  berthed  at  Sum- 
mercove and  the  ladies,  preceded  by  their 


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luggage  on  a  trolley,  went  off  to  look  for 
lodging.s.  They  sent  down  an  hour  later 
to  say  that  they  had  found  them,  and  that 
they  were  clean  and  comfortable,  but  a 
little  more  than  they  had  intended  to  give. 
They  implored  their  husbands  not  to  run 
any  unnecessary  risks  and  sent  some  dis- 
infectant soap  for  them  to  wash  with. 

For  three  days  they  kept  their  lodg- 
ings and  became  fast  friends,  going  de- 
spite of  their  anxiety,  for  various  trips  in 
the  neighborhood.  Twice  a  day  at  least 
they  sent  down  beef-tea  and  other  deli- 
cacies for  the  invalid,  which  never  got 
farther  than  the  cabin,  communication 
being  kept  up  by  a  small  boy  who  had 
strict  injunctions  not  to  go  aboard.  On 
the  fourth  day  in  the  early  morning  they 
came  down  as  close  to  the  ship  as  they 
dared  to  bid  farewell. 

"Write  if  there's  any  change  for  the 
worse,"  cried  Mrs.  Bunnett. 

"Or  if  you  get  it,  George,"  cried  Mrs. 
Fillson  anxiously. 

"It's  all  right,  he's  going  on  beauti- 
fully," said  the  mate. 

'X*HE  TWO  wives  appeared  to  be  ^tis- 
-*■  fied  and  with  a  final  adieu  went  off  to 
the  railway  station,  turning  at  every  few 
yards  to  wave  farewells  until  they  were 
out  of  sight. 

"If  ever  I  have  another  woman  aboard 
my  ship,  George,"  said  the  skipper,  "I'll 
run  into  something.  Who's  the  old 
gentleman?" 

He  nodded  in  the  direction  of  an  elderly 
nian  with  white  side  whiskers  who,  with 
a  black  bag  in  his  hand,  was  making 
straight  for  the  schooner. 

"Captain  Bunnett?"  he  enquired  sharp- 
ly. 

"That's  me,  sir,"  said  the  skipper. 

"Your  wife  sent  me,"  said  the  tall  man, 
briskly.  "My  name's  Thompson — Dr. 
Thompson.  She  says  you've  got  a  case 
of  smallpox  on  board  which  she  wants 
me  to  see." 

"We've  got  a  doctor,"  said  the  skipper 
and  mate  together. 

"So  your  wife  said,  but  she  wished  me 
particularly  to  see  the  case,"  said  Dr. 
Thomps-ion.  "It's  also  my  duty  as  the 
medical  officer  of  the  port." 

"You've  done  it,  George,  you've  done 
it,"  moaned  the  panic-stricken  skipper  re- 
proachfully. 

"Well,  anybody  can  make  a  mistake," 
whispered  the  mate  back;  "an'  he  can't 
touch  us,  as  it  ain't  smallpox.  Let  him 
come,  and  we'll  lay  it  on  to  the  cook.  Say 
he  made  a  mistake." 

"That's  the  ticket,"  said  the  skipper,  and 
turned  to  assist  the  doctor  to  the  deck  as 
the  mate  hurried  below  to  persuade  the 
indignant  boy  to  strip  and  go  to  bed. 

In  the  midst  of  a  breathless  silence  the 
doctor  examined  the  patient;  then,  to  the 
surprise  of  all,  he  turned  to  the  crew  and 
examined  them  one  after  the  other. 

"How  long  has  this  boy  been  ill?"  he 
demanded. 

"About  four  days,"  said  the  puzzled 
skipper. 

"You  see  what  comes  of  trying  to  hush 
this  kind  of  thing  up,"  said  the  doctor 
sternly.  "You  keep  the  patient  down  here 
instead  of  having  him  taken  away  and 
the  ship  disinfected,  and  now  all  these 
other  poor  fellows  have  got  it." 

"What?"  screamed  the  skipper,  as  the 

crew   broke  into   profane  expressions  of 

astonishment  and  .self-pity.    "Got  what?" 

"Why,  the  smallpox,"  said  the  doctor. 

Continued  on  page  80. 


This  attachment 
was  Williams' 
own   invention. 


The  Smuggler  and  His 

Remarkable  Drum 

Another  Story  From  the  Annals  of  the 
Canadian  Customs 

By  J.  D.  Ronald 

Who   wrote   "The   Master   Smuggler." 


Editor's  Note. — This  is  the  second  narrative  in  the  Customs 
fraud  series.  It  is  true  in  every  detail  except  that  fictitious  names 
are  given,  both  for  persons  and  places.  Another  article  in  this 
series  will  appear  in  an  early  issue. 


A  FEW  years  ago  the  town  of  Dia- 
mondville,  which  is  situated  on  the 
Grand  Trunk  with  its  back  suburbs 
extending  to  the  shores  of  one  of  the 
Great  Lakes,  became  infected  with  the 
fever  for  growth.  It  was  a  busy  little 
place  with  several  large  factories  and 
first  class  hotel  accommodation.  It  had 
also,  as  its  main  asset,  a  coterie  of  enter- 
prising business  men.  Finally  the  town 
had  a  factory  building  which  was  not  in 
use  and  could  offer  the  very  cheapest 
power  facilities.  It  was  decided  to  offer 
this  plant  and  a  bonus  of  twenty  thou- 
sand dollars  to  any  suitable  industry  that 
could  be  inveigled  into  moving  to  Diam- 
ondville. 

This,  in  a  nutshell,  was  the  situation 
which  led  to  one  of  the  most  colossal  of 
attempts  to  defraud  the  Canadian  cus- 
toms, The  story  of  Williams  and  his 
wonderful  drum,  and  his  even  more  won- 
derful nerve,  is  one  of  the  most  exciting 
and  dramatic  of  the  many  that  are  buried 
away  in  the  records  of  customs  investiga- 
tion at  Ottawa. 

One  day  a  well-dressed  stranger  regis- 
tered at  the  leading  hotel  at  Diamond- 
ville  as  William  T.  Williams  of  Brinton, 
New  York.  He  was  in  the  early  thirties, 
quite  plausible  and  smooth  and  rather 
handsome  in  an  unusual  sort  of  way.  He 
was  swarthy  complexioned  with  a  snap- 
ping black  eye  that  had  a  tendency  to 
wander.  When  he  took  off  his  hat,  how- 
ever, his  claims  to  good  looks  vanished; 
for  the  William's  head  was  fearfully  and 
wonderfully  made — an  egg-shaped  dome 
that  tapered  up  higher  than  heads  are 
supposed  to  go  and  rounded  off  at  the  top 
very  smooth  and  shiny.  He  looked  like  a 
genius.  And  subsequent  events  proved 
that  he  was. 

TXTELL,  William  T.  Wiliams  lost  no 
»  '  time  in  getting  in  touch  with  the 
civic  authorities  and  establishing  his 
identity  as  a  manufacturer.  He  produc- 
ed a  model  telephone  with  a  peculiar 
drum  attachment  designed  to  assist  in 
long  distance  conversation.  This  attach- 
ment was  Williams'  own  invention 
and  there  can  be  no  doubt  that  it 
was  a  clever  and  ingenious  device. 
Through  its  agency,  the  voice  sounded 
over  the  wire  as  clear  as  a  bell.  Wil- 
liams demonstrated  this  to  the  very  great 
satisfaction  of  the  members  of  the  civic 


committee.    They  fixed  the  drum  attach- . 
ments  to   two   'phones   and   talked  back 
and  forth  with  an  ease  and  clearness  that 
had  never  been  deemed  possible. 

"With  that  attachment,"  said  Williams, 
"you  could  talk  to  New  Orleans  and 
hear  just  as  clear  as  you  do  your  friend 
over  at  that  woollen  factory." 

The  committee  believed  him!  And  he 
may  have  been  right.  It  should  be  ex- 
plained here  that  Williams  was  really 
an  inventive  genius.  He  was  a  deep 
thinker,  a  student,  a  reader  of  the  very 
best  literature.  He  possessed  some  very 
high  ideals.  At  the  same  time  he  had 
apparently  the  vaguest  ideas  of  what  was 
right  and  what  was  wrong.  Any  measure 
that  seemed  necessary  to  insure  success 
was  worth  trying,  in  the  viewpoint  of 
Williams.  And  at  that  he  could  be  quite 
philosophic  in  defeat. 

Williams  had  been  running  a  tele- 
phone supply  business  and  doing  well. 
He  had  a  beautiful  home,  filled  with  ar- 
tistic furnishings,  the  library  packed  with 
rare  books.  Then,  in  an  unhappy  mom- 
ent for  himself,  he  invented  his  clarify- 
ing drum.  He  thought  that  he  had  made 
his  everlasting  fortune  and  saw  visions  of 
yachts  and  mansions  on  Fifth  Avenue 
and  villas  on  the  Riviera.  His  enthusi- 
asm spread  to  some  moneyed  acquaint- 
ances and  the  result  was  the  launching 
of  an  enterprise  with  considerable  capital 
involved.  Experiments  to  perfect  the  de- 
vice consumed  a  large  share  of  the  avail-  ■ 
able  capital.  The  results  were  satisfac- 
tory, however,  and  a  plant  was  built  for 
the  manufacture  of  the  article.  All  Wil- 
liams' own  money  went  into  the  venture 
and  his  home  was  mortgaged  up  to  the 
hilt.  Expensive  machinery  was  purchas- 
ed. 

But  things  did  not  run  smoothly.  The 
telephone  companies  did  not  show  any 
particular  enthusiasm  for  the  drum  which 
was  rather  cumbersome.  Williams  him- 
self was  an  inventor  and  a  dreamer 
rather  than  a  business  man.  Things  ran 
downhill.  Everything  was  going  out  and 
nothing  worth  mentioning  coming  in. 
The  telephone  supply  business  was  ne- 
glected and  just  dried  _up.  The  factory 
was  mortgaged.  Finally  it  was  closed 
down. 

Then  Williams  heard  of  Diamondville 
and  that  tempting  $20,000  bonus. 

He  paid  several  vists  to  the  town  and 


finally  convinced  the  aldermen  that  he 
had  a  worth  while  proposition  and 
meant  business.  They  believed,  of  course, 
that  he  had  his  plant  in  full  running 
order  and  was  entirely  solvent  except  for 
the  need  of  more  capital  to  extend.  An 
agreement  was  finally  reached  and  duly 
signed  to  the  effect  that  Williams  was  to 
instal  twenty-five  thousand  dollars  worth 
of  machinery  and  equipment  and  employ 
not  less  than  fifty  hands,  the  whole  to  be 
operating  smoothly  within  a  period  of 
six  months.  At  the  end  of  six  months 
the  bonus  would  be  paid  over.  The  build- 
ing was  handed  over  to  him  on  a  ninety- 
nine  year  lease,  free  of  taxes  and  other 
charges.  It  was  a  great  bargain  for 
Williams.  All  he  had  to  do  was  to  get  his 
machinery  out  of  the  hands  of  the  hold- 
ers of  the  mortgages,  get  it  over  the  line 
and  then  operate  for  six  months.  Wil- 
liams proceeded  to  do  some  tall  figuring. 

HE  finally  evolved  a  plan  designed  to 
deceive  everyone  concerned,  the  mort- 
gagees, the  custom  officers,  his  employees 
and  Diamondville  itself.  He  gave  it  out 
first  that  he  had  obtained  more  capital 
and  was  going  to  move  to  another  build- 
ing. The  machinery  was  packed  for  mov- 
ing, but  instead  of  landing  in  the  other 
building,  it  landed  in  box  cars  in  the 
Grand  Trunk  freight  yards.  Now  Wil- 
liams had  to  make  a  show  of  having  ma- 
chinery to  the  value  of  $25,000,  and  by 
no  stretch  of  the  imagination  could  his 
own  equipment  be  made  to  represent  that 
amount.  Accordingly  Williams  visited 
some  dealers  in  second  hand  machinery 
and  picked  up  some  ancient  and  bulky 
equipment  at  scrap  iron  values.  This 
stuff  went  into  the  cars  with  the  other 
machinery. 

In  the  meantime  the  wily  Williams 
had  been  studying  the  Canadian  tariff 
regulations  and  had  found  that  the  class 
of  machinery  he  was  importing  would  be 
assessed  to  the  extent  of  twenty-seven 
and  a  half  per  cent.  This  meant  paying 
the  customs  the  colossal  sum  of  $6,875 ; 
for,  of  course,  he  would  have  to  list  the 
stuff  at  the  fictitious  value  of  $25,000. 
Williams  had  scraped  up  all  the  cash  he 
could  lay  his  hands  on  and  it  left  him 
short  at  least  the  six  thousand. 

So  he  took  another  look  at  the  tariff 
and  found  that  lumber  in  the  rough  en- 


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35 


tered  Canada  free.  Here  was  his  chance. 
He  would  need  a  lot  of  lumber  in  the 
manufacture  of  telephones.  Accordingly 
he  hied  himself  to  a  plant  on  the  main 
street  of  Brinton  where  there  had  been 
a  fire  and  bought  up  a  quantity  of  the 
cheapest  looking,  half-burned  lumber  one 
ever  set  eyes  on.  They  almost  gave  it  to 
him  to  get  rid  of  it. 

THE  machinery  was  then  loaded  into 
the  dark  ends  of  the  cars  and  covered 
up  with  the  lumber.  Some  old  office  par- 
titions were  then  loaded  in  and  infinite 
pains  were  taken  to  give  the  cars  an  in- 
nocent appearance.  The  loading  was  done 
as  surreptitiously  as  possible.  The  cars 
were  then  billed  as  lumber  in  the  rough 
and  shipped  over  the  border  to  Diamond- 
ville.  As  carload  lots  are  examined  only 
at  their  destination,  no  questions  were 
asked  at  the  frontier.  Williams  himself 
was  on  hand  at  Diamondville  when  the 
cars  arrived.  He  had  taken  five  work- 
men over  with  him. 

"All  lumber?"  asked  the  customs  man 
at  Diamondville. 

"Yes,"  replied  Williams.  "I  had  quite 
a  supply  on  hand  at  my  old  plant.  Cheaper 
to  ship  it  over  than  buy  new.  It  will 
give  me  a  start — and  I  don't  mind  owning 
up  that  I'll  have  to  adopt  every  economy 
for  awhile." 

"When  does  your  machinery  arrive?" 
asked  the  officer. 

"I'm  only  shipping  over  a  little  of  it — 
later,"  said  Williams.  "I  shall  sell  most 
of  it  over  there  and  buy  new.  That  will 
be  cheaper  than  paying  the  duty  on  the 
old  stuff  when  you  figure  the  delay  and 
trouble." 

The  officer  looked  the  cars  over  and 
saw  nothing  suspicious  then.  That  night 
Williams  and  his  men  worked  frantically 
under  cover  of  darkness  and  got  the  ma- 
chinery out.  By  morning  the  half  empty 
cars  suggested  the  labors  of  an  indus- 
trious night  shift;  and  the  customs  man 
who  called  again  saw  no  reason  to  sus- 
pect that  he  had  been  "done."  But  the 
machinery  early  that  morning  had  been 
teamed  down  a  side  street  and  was  then 
carefully  covered  up  in  the  factory  ready 
to  be  mounted  later. 


THE  assortment  of  equip- 
ment which  came  over  in 
the  three  cars  was  a  wonder 
to  behold.  There  was  a  com- 
plete power  transmission  out- 
fit including  shafting,  pulleys, 
hangers,  and  belting,  seven- 
teen pieces  of  wood  working 
machinery,  four  machine  shop 
lathes,  five  drills,  three  shap- 
ers,  two  stamping  presses, 
large  and  small,  emery 
wheels,  ovens  for  annealing, 
copper  in  sheets,  sheet  brass, 
a  large  quantity  of  assorted 
hardware;  and,  last  but  not 
least,  an  eighty-horse-power 
gas  engine  for  power  plant, 
which  had  been  purchased 
from  a  firm  in  Ohio,  but  not 
paid  for,  before  shipment  to 
Canada.  This  last  was  to  re- 
place a  first  class  steam  power 
plant  which  was  on  the  prem- 
ises, natural  gas  with  which 
Diamondville  abounded,  be- 
ing cheaper  than  steam. 

Williams  then  started 
out  to  make  a  big  show  at 
buying     machinery     on    the 


Canadian  market.  He  did  actually 
purchase  a  couple  of  cheap  machines  from 
Canadian  sources  on  a  ninety-day  credit 
basis.  These  were  shipped  and  received 
and  duly  noted  by  the  town  folk.  As  soon 
as  they  arrived  the  work  of  installation 
commenced  and  everything  was  then 
placed  and  mounted.  In  a  week  or  so  the 
plant  was  ready  for  operation.  If  any 
one  wondered  where  all  the  machinery 
had  come  from  nothing  was  said.  In  all 
probability  the  people  were  too  enthus- 
iastic to  harbor  any  suspicions.  The 
woodworking  plant  was  started  at  once 
and  telephone  boxes  began  to  make  their 
appearance  in  good  quantities. 

Williams  had  shown  considerable  sales 
ability,  canvassing  Independent  Tele- 
phone Companies  for  orders  for  equip- 
ment. He  had  secured  several  trial  or- 
ders, and  these  were  filled  from  the  first 
material  turned  out  in  the  plant,  and  in 
part  from  a  quantity  of  complete  tele- 
phones and  telephone  equipment  which 
had  been  smuggled  over  in  the  cars. 

Everything  seemed  at  this  time  to  work 
out  according  to  his  carefully  laid  plans. 
As  soon  as  the  plant  was  in  complete 
running  order,  he  furnished  a  detailed 
list  to  the  town  council  of  the  machines 
installed.  The  values  placed  upon  the 
various  items  made  a  total  of  a  little  in 
excess  of  the  requisite  $25,000.  On  a 
casual  inspection  it  might  have  appeared 
that  the  plant  actually  represented  an  in- 
vestment of  that  amount.  An  expert, 
however,  would  not  have  been  deceived. 
Careful  examination  would  have  shown 
that  some  of  the  machines  given  on  Wil- 
liams' list  were  not  to  be  found,  and  that 
others  would  have  been  very  hard  to 
identify.  Also  the  values  placed  on  his 
list  were  anything  from  fifty  to  five  hun- 
dred per  cent,  higher  than  the  actual 
cost  of  the  machines. 

The  plant  was  accepted  on  its  face 
value,  but  when  Williams  asked  for  an 
advance  on  his  bonus,  the  council  began 
to  back  up.  They  pointed  out  that,  in- 
stead of  fifty  hands,  he  was  only  employ- 
ing five.  They  were  very  anxious  not  to 
antagonize  him,  but  they  pointed  out  that 
under  the  conditions  they  were  not  in  a 


position  legally  to  pay  him  anything  for 
six  months.  In  the  face  of  this  refusal, 
Williams'  colossal  scheme  began  to  crum- 
ble. It  had  all  been  built  up  on  the  as- 
sumption that  he  would  be  able  to  induce 
the  council  to  finance  him.  However,  he 
decided  to  go  ahead  and  brazen  it  through 
as  long  as  possible. 

AT  the  end  of  the  first  two  weeks  he 
managed  to  meet  the  pay  roll  of  his  5 
employees.  At  the  end  of  the  next  two 
weeks  there  was  not  a  cent  in  the  treas- 
ury. Williams  called  his  men  into  the  of- 
fice and  told  them  that  he  was  hard  up 
and  could  not  pay  them,  but  that  he  was 
getting  more  capital  and  would  make  it 
up  to  them  in  a  few  days.  Four  of  them 
decided  to  give  him  a  chance  and  to  stay 
on  the  job.  The  fifth  man,  however,  de- 
cided that  the  whole  transaction,  as  he 
had  seen  it,  was  too  "fishy"  to  hold  out  any 
promise  of  a  permanent  job.  He  demand- 
ed his  money.  Williams  threw  up  his 
hands. 

"You'll  have  to  wait  like  the  rest,"  he 
said.  "I  simply  haven't  got  the  money." 
"You've  got  the  money  for  your  own 
personal  expenses,"  retorted  the  man 
"come  across  with  some  of  it  and  let  the 
hotel  wait  instead  of  me.  If  you  don't,  I 
quit  right  here." 
"Then  you  quit,"  said  Williams. 
The  man  quit,  but  he  didn't  leave  Dia- 
mondville. He  went  straight  to  the  col- 
lector of  customs  and  asked  him  if  he  had 
checked  over  closely  each  piece  of  machin- 
ery for  the  new  factory  as  it  reached 
town.  The  collector  replied  that  he  had 
not.  "Then  get  busy,"  said  the  man.  "It 
was  all  smuggled  over  here  without  pay- 
ing a  red  cent." 

A   special  customs  officer  named   Ed- 
wards happened  to  be  in  town  at  the  time, 
and  the  collector  took  him  at  once  into 
consultation.     Edwards  felt  that  the  case 
was  a  little  out  of  his  line  and  called  up 
Ottawa  by  long  distance  telephone  and 
asked  for  help.    This  was  promised.  Ed- 
wards then   strolled  out  to  the  factory 
and  represented  himself  to  Williams  as 
being  interested  in  telephone  equipment. 
Somehow,  Williams'  suspicions  caught 
fire  at  once.    He  had  begun  to 
lose  faith  in  his  ability  to  pull 
through  and  was  momentarily 
expecting    the    blow  to    fall 
from     some  quarter.       When 
Edwards    invited  himself    to 
take  a  look  at  the  machinery, 
the  suspicions  of  the  nervous 
inventor  became  aroused. 

"Get  all  this  stuff  in  Can- 
ada?" asked  Edwards. 

"Yes,"  snapped  Williams. 
"Why?" 

"Oh,  I  just  wondered,"  re- 
plied Edwards.  "You  have  a 
very  complete  little  plant  here 
for  your  purpose." 

That  settled  it.  The  plant 
was  not  in  any  sense  complete. 
To  anyone  who  knew  tele- 
phones, the  plant  would  have 
appeared  incongruous,  incom- 
plete, in  fact,  a  little  ridicu- 
lous. Williams  concluded  that 
Edwards  knew  nothing  of 
telephones.  He  made  an  ex- 
cuse to  hustle  Edwards  out  of 
the  factory  and  then  hurried 
to  his  hotel. 

His  nerve  was  gone.  He 
decided  to  make  a  break  of 


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MACLEAN'S     MAGAZINE 


it  before  the  law  came  down  on  him. 
Accordingly,  he  packed  up  some  of  his 
belongings  in  a  grip  and  made  a  quiet  exit 
from  the  hotel.  He  first  visited 
the  factory  and  straightened  up 
matters  as  well  as  he  could  in  the 
office.  It  seemed  that  the  gas  en- 
gine was  on  his  conscience,  for  he 
actually  went  out  to  the  factory 
and  covered  it  up  with  empty  paint 
cans  and  boxes.  Perhaps  he  had 
in  mind  the  manufacturer  from 
whom  it  had  been  purchased  and 
who  had  not  received  a  cent  in 
payment.  From  the  factory  he 
walked  to  the  dock,  hired  a  motor 
boat  and  made  a  quick  trip  across 
the  lake  to  Brinton. 

In  the  meantime,  the  chief  at 
Ottawa  had  ascertained  that  Offi- 
cer Duncan  was  in  Detroit,  and 
decided  he  was  the  man  to  handle 
the  case.  Accordingly,  Duncan, 
in  the  act  of  boarding  a  train,  to 
go  further  west,  received  a  wire 
from  headquarters  which  read: 
"Join  Edwards  at  Diamondville 
as  soon  as  possible.  Instructions 
there." 

At  eight  o'clock  next  morning  he  step- 
ped into  the  hotel  at  Diamondville,  just 
as  Edwards  was  heading  towards  the 
dining  room  for  his  breakfast. 

"Well,  Pussy  Foot,"  said  Duncan, 
"what  have  you  dug  up  now?" 

"I  have  dug  up  a  man  with  sufficient 
nerve  to  smuggle  a  whole  damned  fac- 
tory full  of  machinery  across  the  line  and 
start  it  running  for  a  month  without  a 
cent  to  come  or  go  on,"  replied  Edwards. 

"Have  you  pinched  the  plant?"  asked 
Duncan. 

"Yes,"  replied  Edwards.  "The  iron 
leaked  out  of  his  nerve  last  night  and  he 
beat  it  to  Brinton.  I  had  to  get  up  at 
seven  o'clock  and  lock  the  door  of  the  fac- 
tory to  keep  the  unpaid  employees  from 
carrying  everything  away.  They  were 
mad  enough  to  tear  the  building  down." 

Breakfast  over,  the  two  officers  pro- 
ceeded to  the  factory.  Duncan  went 
straight  to  the  office,  pried  the  desk  open 
and  dived  into  it.  He  searched  every  pa- 
per in  the  place,  but  the  only  material 
that  looked  like  a  clue  that  he  found  was 
an  invoice  for  machines  from  a  second- 
hand dealer  in  Brinton.  He  turned  to 
the  safe  and  found  this  locked.  The  safe, 
by  the  way,  had  been  smuggled  over  with 
the  machinery.  Williams  had  been  very 
thorough  in  that  respect.  He  had  brought 
everything  that  he  needed. 

Duncan  looked  at  Edwards  and  asked: 
"Did  this  fellow  give  you  the  combination 
of  the  safe  before  he  beat  it  last  night?" 

"No,"  replied  Edwards.  "It  was  very 
inconsiderate  of  him." 

Duncan  was  digging  in  the  waste  paper 
basket  when  he  asked  the  question.  Rais- 
mg  his  head,  he  placed  a  small  slip  of  pa- 

?.^,  °,^  l^^  ^^^^  containing  some  numbers. 
"Well,  I  think  he  did." 

Edwards  took  the  slip  and  went  to  the 
safe.  The  lock  and  the  safe  door  opened. 
Edwards  scratched  his  head  and  rumin- 
ated: That  fellow  was  not  so  smart  as 
he  looked,  after  all." 

"No,  but  we  need  the  key  to  the  inside 
door  now." 

"There  are  keys  to  something  here," 
said  Edwards,  excitedly.  "I  just  found 
them  in  this  box  as  you  found  the  slip  in 
the  basket." 

"He   was   a   perfect  gentleman,"   and 


Duncan  opened  the  inside  safe  door  with 
one  of  the  keys.  "I  believe  he  would  settle 
if  we  could  coax  him  back  here." 

The  safe  contained  three  sheets  of  pa- 
per, one  book,  a  ten-cent  piece  and  two 
coppers.  It  doesn't  sound  much;  but  one 
sheet  of  paper  contained  a  list  of  the  ma- 
chines taken  out  of  the  plant  at  Brinton, 
with  their  values  as  appraised  on  his 
books.  The  third  sheet  gave  a  list  of  the 
junk  machines  which  had  been  bought 
from  the  second-hand  dealers,  without, 
however,  the  names  of  the  dealers  or  the 
prices  paid.  The  third  sheet  contained 
the  list  which  Williams  had  prepared  for 
the  town  council.  Truly,  they  were  three 
wonderful  documents.  They  gave  the  key 
to  the  whole  situation,  however. 

A  further  search  in  the  office  located 
some  letters  on  file,  giving  instructions 
to  various  parties  who  had  travelled  be- 
tween the  plant  and  Brinton,  about  the 
smuggling  of  certain  small  articles  which 
Williams  had  needed,  and  which  could  be 
brought  across  in  grips.  The  letters  were 
most  open  and  explicit  and  offered  in- 
criminating evidence  of  the  most  valuable 
kind. 

UPON  the  completion  of  their  search 
of  the  office,  the  officers  made  a  full  in- 
ventory of  everything  found  in  the  plant, 
including  machinery  and  supplies.  This 
inventory  was  tabulated  in  such  a  way 
that  it  showed  the  value  at  which  the  ma- 
chinery and  equipment  had  been  describ- 
ed to  the  town  council  by  Williams;  the 
values  at  which  the  goods  had  been  ap- 
praised in  the  Brinton  plant,  and  likewise 
the  prices  which  had  been  paid  for  that 
proportion  of  machinery  and  equipment 
from  second-hand  dealers  in  the  States, 
insofar  as  it  could  be  ascertained. 

T  N  the  meantime  Edwards  had  actually 
^  succeeded  in  getting  Williams  on  the 
long  distance  telephone.  He  tried  to  per- 
suade the  latter  to  come  back  to  Canada 
and  help  straighten  matters  out.  From 
the  security  of  his  home  in  Brinton,  Wil- 
liams laughed  at  the  suggestion.  He 
thought  the  customs  officers  were  trying 
to  lure  him  back  ao  that  he  could  be  ar- 
rested without  any  fuss  or  legal  tangles 
on  Canadian  territory. 


"Williams,  we  don't  want  you,"  urged 
Edwards,  earnestly.  "We  have  posses- 
sion of  the  machinery.  Your  carcass  isn't 
worth  the  powder  to  blow  it  up  to 
us.  It's  the  money  we're  after. 
We'll  even  help  you  to  settle  this 
matter  up  and  get  your  factory 
running  again." 

"It  would  take  about  fifteen 
cents'  worth  of  powder  to  blow  me 
up,"  replied  Williams.  "And 
that's  about  all  the  money  I  have 
left." 

"Well,"  said  Edwards,  "if  the 
mountain  won't  come  to  Moham- 
med, Mohammed  must  go  to  the 
mountain.  Will  you  see  us,  if  we 
run  over  to  talk  a  little  proposition 
over  with  you?" 

Williams  replied  emphatically 
that  he  would  not  see  them;  in 
fact,  that  they  wouldn't  be  able  to 
find  him  even  if  they  went  over. 
But  they  went  and  after  three 
days'  hard  work,  they  had  traced 
the  purchase  of  all  the  second- 
hand machines  and  had  verified 
the  figures  as  to  the  prices.  Their 
case  was  complete.  They  knew  to  a  cent 
how  much  they  could  demand  in  settle- 
ment. 

It  took  quite  a  search  to  locate  Wil- 
liams. He  was  a  very  much  wanted  man 
just  then.  The  holders  of  the  mortgages 
on  the  machinery  had  found  that  the 
goods  had  been  shipped  across  the  line  and 
out  of  their  reach;  and  they  wanted  to 
know  where  Williams  was.  There  was 
quite  a  string  of  creditors  on  his  trail.  His 
house  was  locked  up  and  deserted. 

Finally,  however,  a  clue  was  picked  up 
as  to  his  whereabouts  and  they  got  him 
on  the  telephone.  He  consented  to  see 
them,  and  suggested  that  they  call  at  his 
house  that  night.  They  kept  the  appoint- 
ment. The  house  was  absolutely  in  dark- 
ness when  they  walked  up  to  it,  but,  after 
Duncan  had  rung  the  door  bell  in  manner 
prescribed,  they  heard  a  stealthy  step  ap- 
proaching down  the  hall.  The  door  was 
opened  a  few  inches  and,  after  a  careful 
scrutiny  on  the  part  of  the  person  within, 
they  were  admitted.  It  was  Williams 
himself. 

HE  ushered  them  up  to  a  cozy  den 
on  the  second  floor,  where,  with 
blinds  closely  drawn,  he  had  been  com- 
fortably reading  Gibbons'  "Rise  and 
Fall."  Books  of  Balzac,  Ruskin  and  Car- 
lyle  lay  about  on  the  table.  It  was  ap- 
parent that  Williams  had  been  making 
his  headquarters  at  home  all  along. 

"Well,  Mr.  Man,"  said  Duncan,  "the 
Canadian  goblins  are  not  as  bad  as  they 
sound  from  a  distance.  I  must  compli- 
ment you  on  your  choice  of  literature." 
Williams  smiled  appreciatively.  "To  get 
down  to  brass  tacks,"  went  on  Duncan, 
"the  facts  are  you  have  been  doing  things 
contrary  to  the  laws  of  Canada.  You  have 
a  good  proposition  there,  however,  and 
things  all  shaped  up  to  start.  We  don't 
want  to  put  you  out  of  business.  We 
want  to  help  you.  It's  the  policy  of  our 
government  to  encourage  the  advent  of 
new  industries." 

"Well,  gentlemen,  what  do  you  pro- 
pose?" asked  Williams.  "I  may  as  well 
tell  you  that  I  haven't  any  money.  And 
without  money  I  can't  go  very  far." 

"We'll  tell  you  exactly  how  much  you 
require  to  release  your  whole  plant." 

They  furnished  him  with  the  figures. 
Continued  on  page  65. 


A  Frank  Talk  About  the  War 

Some  Events  That  Went  Before — What  We  Must 

Do  Now 

By  John  Bayne  Maclean. 


SOME  time  ago  I 
pointed  out  that 
our  national  ob- 
ligations approached 
$2,000,000,000.  It  was 
regarded  by  many  as 
pessimistic. 

Last  week  the  head 


Editor's  Note. — This  is  the  second  of  the  series  of  articles  by 
Col.  Maclean  on  the  war  and  on  conditions  arising  out  of  the  war. 
There  is  but  one  object  behind  tlie  series — to  tell  the  truth  without 
a  palliative  or  restriction  so  that  the  people  of  Canada  will  know 
what  the  situation  is  and  what  we  must  do  to  face  it.  This  is  a  time 
when  straight  thinking  and  plain  talking  are  necessary  to  clear 
the  national  vision  of  the  fog  of  false  optimism. 


of  one  of  our  largest 

financial, institutions  gave  me  figures  that  had  been  compiled 
for  him.  They  are  staggering— $4,500,000,000.  This  means, 
we  are  sending  out  of  Canada  $180,000,000  a  year— $500,000 
every  day — interest  alone  on  our  borrowings.  Half  this  amount, 
he  figured,  was  wasted,  through  incompetence  and  politics;  in 
railway  building,  unnecessary  duplications,  municipal  and  other 
enterprises — fancy  pavements,  sewers  and  sidewalks,  on  miles 
of  unoccupied   streets,   public  ownerships. 

Add  to  this  the  war  taxes,  now  in  sight,  and  it  looks  like 
every  head  of  a  family  paying  $250  a  year  out  of  his  wages  or 
income  for  these  purposes  alone. 

ONLY  PROVED  MEN   WANTED  NOW. 

T^VER  since  September,  1914,  when  it  was  evident  they  were 
*-^  incapable  of  grasping  the  frightful  situation  facing  us,  I 
have  argued  persistently  for  a  reorganization  of  Imperial  and 
Canadian  Governments.  To  take  in  the  outstanding  men,  who 
had  proved,  by  their  careers,  they  had  the  capacity  to  under- 
stand; to  do  big  things;  and  to  get  big  things  done.  These  are, 
of  course,  not  the  only  men  in  the  Empire  with  great  executive 
ability.  There  must  be  thousands  of  equally  good  men,  but 
they  have  not  yet  proved  themselves.  This  is  not  the  time  to 
try  or  train  them.  The  situation  is  too  urgent,  that  we  must 
call  in,  only  our  proved  men,  for  our  big  jobs. 

All  the  information  I  have  leads  to  no  other  deduction  than 
that,  if  there  had  been  resourceful,  practical  business  men, 
men  who  had  worked  their  own  way  in  the  world,  at  the  head 
of  affairs  in  the  various  nations  instead  of  dilettante  diplomats 
and  the  hereditary,  idle  rich,  weak  politicians,  there  would 
have  been  no  war  with  its  frightful  waste  of  life,  suffering  and 
loss  of  property.  If,  in  England,  we  had  had  a  Government  of 
Lloyd  Georges,  instead  of  the  Asquith-Grey-Churchills,  and  their 
favorites,  things  would  have  moved  intelligently,  quickly.  We 
would  not  always  be  too  late.  The  war  would  have  been  over 
long  ago.  The  delays  gave  Germany  time  to  prepare  for  the 
greater  struggle.  The  Kaiser  has  used  his  greatest  busi- 
ness men.  They  had  two  years'  supplies  in  store  The 
criminal  neglect  and  cowardice,  of  the  British  min-  ,.--.  ;^.^  ^- 
istry,  enabled  them  to  lay  in  another  three  years' 
supplies.  For  example,  at  a  most  critical  time  in 
1915  the  inner  British  War  Cabinet  did  not  meet 
from  March  19  to  May  14.  Lloyd  George's  cabinet 
sometimes  has  three  meetings  in  24  hours. 

As  Sir  George  Paish  recently  pointed  out  in  The 
Statist,  the  continued  failures  of  our  leaders — though  - 
backed  up  by  our  magnificent  armies  and  navies, 
aided  by  the  poor  strategy  of  the  Germans— are  shock- 
ingly disgraceful  reflections  upon  our  capacity,  con- 
sidering our  superiority  in  men  and  money.  Prof. 
Ogg  places  this  superiority  at  977,929,875  in  popu- 
lation as  against  177,964,200  for  Germany  and  her 
Allies,  and  our  wealth,  as  $415,000,000,000,  against 
our  enemies'  $113,000,000,000. 

THE  SELFISH  INTEREST  OF  RUSSIA. 

AND,  the  worst  feature  of  all,  is  that  the  two 
nations  —  Britain  and  Germany  —  which  least 
wanted  war  will  suffer  most.     The  nation  that  in- 


spired the  war — Rus- 
sia— the  only  import- 
ant possible  enemy  at 
that  time  common  to 
both,  will  gain  most; 
and  now  drops  out  and 
leaves  us  to  our  fate. 
Russia  is  the  one 
country  that  has 
shown  real  cleverness.  She  cultivated  France  and  through 
France  secured  British  interest — borrowed  our  money,  drew  us 
into  the  alliance.  She  actually  turned  millions  of  English  funds, 
that  were  flowing  steadily  into  Canada,  into  Russian  channels. 
Of  this  I  have  personal  knowledge.  I  will  give  some  details  in 
a  future  issue.  She  had  England  working  enthusiastically  for 
her  long  before  the  war.  She  mesmerized  the  guileless  Asquith, 
and  that  cocksure  incompetent  Churchill.  She  wanted  her 
wheat  out  through  the  Dardanelles.  Churchill,  going  contrary 
to  all  expert  advice,  and  without  waiting  for  Cabinet  sanction, 
personally  wired  the  Czar  that  Britain  would  force  the  Dar- 
danelles. That  Russia  had  little  faith  in  the  outcome  was 
proven  by  a  letter  received  by  one  of  their  own  officials  ordered 
temporarily  to  Toronto  in  1915-16.  This  letter  also  stated  that 
Russia  planned  to  have  their  own  port  in  the  Mediterranean, 
that  they  could  not  trust  Britain  or  France  to  give  them  the 
Dardanelles.  Their  army  was  working  round.  Alexandretta 
was  the  port  selected.  This  was  weeks  before  any  word  came 
of  that  army,  which  did  so  well  for  a  time.  Shortly  after  in  an 
article  I  wrote  for  The  Financial  Post,  Canadians  were  warned 
to  go  slow  in  their  business  dealings  with  Russia,  which  might 
ere  long  make  a  separate  peace. 

Do  not  misunderstand  me,  I  am  not  referring  to  the  present 
Government  of  Russia  and  I  have  not  said  that  Russia  started 
the  war.  Germany  did.  Germany  forced  the  war.  She  pro- 
bably decided  on  it  in  1912.  She  forestalled  Russia  by  one  year. 
Whether  Russia  intended  to  fight  I  cannot  say.  Whether  Ger- 
many was  wise  in  starting  I  doubt.  Bismarck  was  once  asked, 
whether,  in  case  Russia  and  France  formed  a  combination, 
would  Germany  attack  first.  His  answer  became  famous.  Con- 
densed it  was  "No."  Further,  German  swelled-headedness,  her 
sffensiveness,  the  domineering  brutal  way  in  which  she  dealt 
with  Russia,  when  the  latter  was  weak,  may  have  given  her 
ample  ground  for  preparing  for  war.  Still  further,  Britain  did 
the  only  possible  thing  in  going  into  the  war.  We  had  to  go  in, 
and  we  have  to  stay  with  Belgium  and  France  to  the  end.  We 
are  rictims  of  a  rotten  political  system. 

5^,,^         But  I  had  promised  to  give  more  of  my  European 
experiences  leading  up  to  the  war. 


A   PLAUSIBLE   PROPOSITION,   BUT- 


IT  was  in  1909  or  19l0,  I  think,  B ,  a  French- 
man, called  on  us  in  Toronto.  B is  not  his  exact 

name,  but  it  is  near  enough  to  be  recognizable,  by 
those  who  know  him;  and  he  and  his  brothers  are 
particularly  well  known  in  Parisian  social  and  finan- 
cial life.  He  had  a  letter  of  introduction  from  a 
Financial  Post  subscriber,  the  head  office  of  a  Paris 
bank,  of  which  he  was  a  director.  He  had  come  out 
to  look  into  what  promised  to  be,  a  very  profitable  in- 
vestment. Those  he  represented,  Belgian  as  well  as 
French,  were,  if  my  memory  serves  me  correctly, 
prepared  to  buy  $2,000,000  of  securities;  which  they 
intended,  eventually,  as  was  their  practice,  to  recom- 
mend and  resell,  to  small  investors.  He  desired  to 
have  my  opinion.  I  told  him  I  did  not  know  anything 
about  the  merits  of  this  proposition,  though  nearly 
all  enterprises  of  this  kind  had  been  very  profitable, 


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but,  that,  while  I  knew  well  and  liked  the  men  he  was  negoti- 
ating with,  I  had  no  confidence  in  their  financial  capacity,  and 
disliked  the  methods  they  employed  in  raising  capital.  They 
were  young,  inexperienced,  promoters,  but  not  business  builders. 

I  pointed  out  that  no  one  connected  with  the  concern  had  a 
record  of  success;  and  much  more  of  a  similar  nature.  I  recall 
that,  indirectly  associated  with  them  was  a  financier  who  was 
using  the  late  J.  P.  Morgan,  as  a  reference,  but  whose  methods 
were  not  according  to  best  banking  precedent,  though  some 
of  his  critics  have  since  adopted  some  of  them. 

B —  returned  in  a  few  days  and  said  that,  though  very  extra- 
ordinary favors  had  been  promised  him,  he  had  decided  not  to 
take  advantage  of  them.  In  fact  the  offensive  attitude  of  the 
promoters  toward  him,  when  he  decided  to  withdraw,  caused 
him  to  express  very  great  gratitude  to  me  for  saving  him. 
They  raised  a  great  deal  of  money  quietly  among  the  most  cau- 
tious investors  in  Ontario,  in  sums  of  $5,000  up.  One  capitalist 
told  me  he  put  in  $100,000,  and  another  I  heard  of,  $250,000. 
Every  cent  was  lost,  I  believe.  The  property  went  into  the  hands 
of  creditors,  and  soon  after,  one  of  the  trustees  told  me,  that 
some  very  interesting  correspondence  had  been  found,  and 
safely  deposited  in  Trust  Company  vaults.  It  referred  to 
one  of  the  promoters,  a  brilliant  young  man,  who  had  proved 
so  successful  in  manipulating  men.  It  showed  that  he  and  his 
wife  were  to  settle  in  Ottawa,  and  given  a  liberal  supply  of 
spending  money,  to  entertain  and  manipulate  such  Legislators 
as  were  approachable  for  public  grants  and  concessions.  The 
scheme  was  never  carried  out  because  the  chief  promoter  came 
to  grief  and  some  of  his  associates  had  to  leave  Canada.      I 

wrote  B .     He  was  very  grateful   and   expressed   a  great 

desire  to  be  of  service  to  me. 

THE  WAR  WAS  POSTPONED. 

'T«HE  opportunity  came  in  1912.  The  business  and  financial 
-I  situation  was  most  puzzling.  In  Canada,  we  were  very 
prosperous;  and  a  leading  banker  had  said  we  were  on  the 
threshold  of  two  years  of  the  greatest  prosperity  in  our  history. 
Nothing  could  stop  us.  In  New  York  and  London  I  found  no 
such  optimisim.  Instead,  some  of  my  friends,  who  were  large 
holders  of  securities,  told  me  they  had  got  out  of  everything 
they  possibly  could.  They  were  all  nervous;  some  of  them 
panicky  as  to  the  future.  No  one  of  them  would,  or  could,  tell 
me,  or  knew,  why.    It  was  in  the  air. 

I  arrived  in  Paris  in  July  that  year,  and  I  was  at  breakfast 

in  the  garden  of  the  Ritz  one  morning  when  B and  another 

man  came  in.  Seeing  me  he  came  over  at  once,  greeted  me  most 
cordially  and  wanted  to  do  all  sorts  of  things  for  me.  I  said 
there  was  one  thing  on  which  my  readers  in  Canada  did  want 
his  assistance  very  much.  I  asked:  "What  is  ahead  of  us?  Is 
there  to  be  war?" 

He  at  once  replied:  "There  will  he  no  war  for  three  years. 
That  was  settled  yesterday.  The  man  I  am  breakfasting  with  is 
,  the ." 

He  named  and  gave  the  official  position  of  a  man  who  occu- 
pied a  very  important  place  in  the  public  life  of  France — a 
name  prominent  in  the  early  days  of  war,  but  seldom  heard  now. 
That  was  all  I  got,  and  it  left  the  impression  on  my  mind  that 
some  friendly  arrangement  had  been  entered  into  with  Germany. 
I  left  for  Berlin  that  night  and  had  no  opportunity  of  learning 

anything  more.     It  was  coincidence  that  B 's  friend  was 

on  the  same  train.  It  was  not  until  a  year  later,  that  I  learned 
what  had  been  settled  on  that  momentous  day,  the  July  before. 
This  I  first  got  from  my  Swedish  diplomatic  friend,  referred  to 
in  last  month's  article.  Afterward  it  was  a  matter  of  common 
gossip.  The  story  was  that  Russia  had  played  upon  France  to 
make  agreement  whereby  the  French  people  were  to  lend  $100,- 
000,000  to  Russia;  to  begin  intensive  war  training  of  her  citi- 
zens, and  to  make  such  other  preparations  that  by  1915  she 
would  be  at  her  maximum  of  power  for  war.     Russia  was  to 


expend  the  French  borrowings  on  railways,  up  to,  and  along, 
the  Russo-German  frontier  and  to  make  other  preparations. 
By  July,  1915,  they  would  be  ready  to  attack  Germany.  Re- 
member, this  was  not  the  Russian  Government  of  to-day.  This 
is  a  story  few  people  in  this  country  are  inclined  to  believe, 
and  there  is  not  space  in  this  issue  to  give  more  details.  In  the 
meantime,  in  further  confirmation  there  is  on  record  the  re- 
port of  a  British  officer  written  from  Bulgaria  in  1912-13; 
where  he  says  "everyone  knows  Russia  and  France  are  get- 
ting ready  to  attack  Germany." 

Germany  evidently  heard  of  the  agreement,  for  a  few  weeks 
after  she  began  the  preparations  for  this  war.  There  was 
no  secret  about  it.  The  tremendous  increase  in  her  taxes,  for 
this  purpose  were  known  everywhere.  But  our  weak,  helpless, 
impractical  Imperial  Statesmen  did  nothing  to  avert  or  pre- 
pare for  the  coming  struggle. 

From  Berlin  in  1912  I  went  to  Karlsbad,  Bohemia — my 
European  objective  for  some  years.  The  Bohemians  are  a 
simple,  delightful,  very  hard  working  people,  in,  but  with  no 
sympathy  for,  the  war.  Along  with  my  second-in-command  and 
a  number  of  my  N.C.O.'s  and  men  of  that  splendid  little  corps, 
the  17th  Canadian  Hussars,  I  had  fallen  a  victim  to  typhoid 
fever  in  1901  at  Pt.  Levis,  where  we  had  been  sent  for  escort 
duty  to  meet  the  present  King  on  his  official  tour  of  Canada. 
Ice  taken  from  a  local  pond  carried  the  germ.  Karlsbad  has 
for  hundreds  of  years  been,  not  only  the  greatest  human  re- 
pair shop  of  the  world,  but,  is  the  one  place,  where  the  after 
effects  of  typhoid  are  most  successfully  controlled.  The  radium- 
bearing  wafers  when  drunk,  inhaled,  or  bathed  in,  have  worked 
wonders  on  suffering  humanity. 

A  CLASH  WITH  THE  KING  OF  BULGARIA. 

THAT  year  I  had  two  interesting  experiences  with  an  im- 
portant bearing  on  subsequent  events.     I  did  not  properly 
understand  them  then. 

Baths  are  usually  engaged  for  the  same  hour  each  day.  It 
is  important  to  be  on  time  to  avoid  encroaching  on  the  bather 
who  follows.  One  day  I  was  kept  waiting  over  fifteen  minutes. 
It  was  particularly  exasperating  as  I  had  an  engagement  which 
necessitated  my  shortening  my  time.  When  the  offender  came 
out,  I  saw  he  was  a  newcomer;  and  to  avoid  further  delays,  I 
told  him,  as  politely  as  possible,  that  it  was  the  practice  to  be 
through  within  the  hour.  Much  less  courteous  than  I  tried  to 
be,  he  told  me  he  did  not  appreciate  my  information.  Then  we 
both  got  angry,  and  continued  to  call  each  other  names  while 
I  tindressed,  and  until  I  slammed  the  door  and  jumped  into  the 
bath.  When  I  came  downstairs,  I  asked  the  little  Bohemian 
girl,  who  arranges  the  schedules  ahd  sells  the  tickets,  and  who 
I  had  long  ago  learned  was  a  very  excellent  clearing  house  of 
general  information,  who  my  troublesome  friend  was.  She 
said  he  was  the  King  of  Bulgaria,  and  she  further  explained 
that  he  took  a  month's  "cure"  each  year  and  always  insisted 
upon  that  particular  bathroom  from  10  to  11  a.m.  I  suggested 
that  she  warn  him.  Next  day,  though  I  was  early,  the  bath  was 
vacant.  Again  I  had  recourse  to  my  little  friend.  She  said,  the 
King  had  been  recalled  in  great  haste,  because  of  some  political 
trouble  at  home.  She  thought  it  very  strange  as  he  had  made 
all  his  plans  for  a  month's  stay. 

The  trouble  was  the  Balkan  war,  which  began  a  few  weeks 
later.  Whether  the  Paris  agreement  precipitated  it,  I  do 
not  know,  but  it  is  a  fact  that  the  primary  and  real  cause  was 
a  nervous,  restless,  dyspeptic  Irish  schoolmaster,  who,  broken 
down  in  health,  dropped  into  Bulgaria,  seeking  it.  Like  the 
American,  in  Rev.  Dr.  Hanay's  "General  John  Regan,"  things 
were  too  quiet  to  suit  him;  and  he  just  naturally  drifted  into 
local  politics.  He  got  King  Ferdinand  going,  but  his  Prime 
Minister  would  not  let  him  start  anything  for  fear  of  Greece. 
The  Irish  schoolmaster  told  him  not  to  worry,  he  would  fix 
that.  He  took  the  first  train  to  look  over  Greece,  found  Vene- 
Continued  on  page  66. 


The  Pigeon-Blood  Rubies  of  Perak 

A  Novelette  Complete  in  this  Issue 

By  Harold  McGrath. 

Author  of  "The  Man  on  the  Box,"  "Hearts  and  Masks,"  etc. 
Illustrated  bv  Ben  Ward 


THE  instinct  to 
hunt  for  trea- 
sure begins 
just  o  u  ts  i  d  e  the 
cradle  and  ends  just 
inside  the  grave;  it 
is  stronger  than  love 
or  hate  or  honor;  it 
makes  a  hero  of  a 
coward  and  a  pol- 
troon of  a  brave  man 
— sometimes.  But  the 
moral  of  this  tale 
deals  not  with  any 
of  these  things  ex- 
cept indirectly;  it 
concerns  only  this  in- 
disputable fact,  that 
tomorrow  is  never 
the  day  you  think  it 
is  going  to  be. 

To  set  the  ball  roll- 
ing, then,  without 
more  ado  or  pre- 
amble :  The  Ponte 
Vecchio  in  Florence, 
is,  as  every  one 
knows,  devoted  to 
Jewelers'  shops. 
They  hang  on  both 
sides  of  the  bridge,  in 
blue  and  white  and 
pink  stucco,  mere 
bandboxes.  When 
Columbus  started  out 
to  find  a  new  conti- 
nent so  that  it  might 
be  named  after  his 
bitter  enemy,  Amer- 
igo Vespucci,  they 
were  bargaining  and 
haggling  i  n  these 
same  shops  wherein 
they  bargain  and 
haggle  this  very  day. 
You  can  buy  a  silver 
bangle  for  a  franc 
or  a  pearl  necklace 
for  a  hundred  thou- 
sand. 

Last  spring  one 
shop  particularly  in- 
terested me  —  Set- 
tepassi's.  I  was  re- 
turning to  the  Lung' 

Arno  from  a  morning  over  at  the  Pitti 
(where  there  is  a  Carlo  Dolci  I  am  much 
in  love  with),  when  I  was  attracted  by 
the  loveliest  emerald  I  have  ever  seen.  It 
was  attached  to  a  collar  of  white  and  rose 
enamel,  diamond-shaped,  with  small  bril- 
liants interlocking.  The  pendant  was  the 
emerald,  about  half  an  inch  deep,  round 
like  a  five-franc  piece  or  an  American  sil- 
ver dollar,  and  was  polished,  not  cut.  Be- 
low the  emerald  was  a  pink  pearl  the  size 
of  a  large  hazel  nut,  one  side  of  which 
was  flat,  as  if  some  mischievous  mermaid 
had  thumbed  it  during  some  yawning  per- 
iod of  the  oyster.    Linked  to  this  was  an- 


It  was  the  work  of  a  motnent  to  lift  it 
off  the  gilded  palm  upon  which  it  stood 

other  polished  emerald,  pear-shaped, 
about  as  large  as  the  end  of  your  thumb. 
Not  in  the  shops  at  Delhi  had  I  seen  a 
more  exquisite  piece  of  workmanship. 

I  know  nothing  about  the  pearl  or  the 
smaller  emerald;  their  adventures  so  far 
as  I  am  concerned,  are  closed  books.  You 
know  how  gems  come  together  through 
the  ordinary  channels  of  commerce,  from 
Brazil,  from  Africa,  from  India,  to  grace 
some  alabaster  throat;  and  you  also  know 
how  little  thought  the  owner  of  that 
throat  gives  to  the  gems  themselves  so 
long  as  they  represent  a  victory  over  cer- 
tain rivals.     Settepassi  had  made  up  a 


rare  necklace,  and 
some  woman  will 
wear  it  for  the  very 
reasons  I  have  set 
forth.  It  is  about 
the  large  emerald 
my  tale  is  woven. 

FOR  five  morn- 
ings I  made,  a 
pilgrimage  to 
Settepassi's  w  i  n  - 
dows;  and  for  five 
mornings  I  stood 
with  my  nose  all  but 
flattened  against  the 
pane,  wondering  and 
envying  and  admir- 
ing. On  the  fifth 
morning  I  happened 
to  catch,  reflected  in 
the  window  -  glass, 
two  serious  faces, 
each  slightly  shadow- 
ed by  the  cocked  hat 
of  the  Carabinieri. 
I  understood  instant- 
ly. From  a  peaceful 
author  (of  blood- 
thirsty tales)  amb- 
ling about  Italy  in 
search  of  color,  I 
had,  all  in  a  moment 
become  a  suspicious 
character.  To  stand 
before  so  rich  a  dis- 
p  1  a  y  of  precious 
stones  for  five  con- 
secutive mornings, 
each  time  anywhere 
from  ten  to  twenty 
minutes,  quite  obliv- 
ious to  the  surround- 
ings (and  heaven 
knows  these  were 
noisy  enough)  would 
have  excited  suspic- 
ion in  the  mind  of  a 
purblind  village  con- 
stable, let  alone  two 
of  the  best  criminal 
police  in  the  world. 
Maybe  I  did  look  des- 
perate. Perhaps  in 
my  soul  I  was  long- 
ing for  a  club  steak  and  this  longing  gave 
me  a  tigerish  expression  of  countenance. 
Besides,  I  hadn't  shaved  that  morning; 
and  I  wore  a  negligee  shirt  with  a  soft 
rolled  collar  (for  when  most  of  your  time 
is  spent  in  staring  at  duomo-tops  and  fres- 
coes it  is  monumental  folly  to  wear  a 
starched  knife  blade  at  the  back  of  your 
neck),  and  I  daresay  my  trousers  needed 
pressing  badly. 

And  would  you  believe  it?  I  had  to 
take  those  two  chaps  to  the  American 
Consulate  that  morning,  in  the  Via  Torna- 
buoni,  and  have  myself  properly  and 
thoroughly  identified.    We  all  had  a  good 


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laugh  over  it.  But  I  shall  always  remem- 
ber those  two  Carabinieri;  for  had  they 
not  courteously  but  firmly  escorted  me  to 
the  Consulate  that  morning,  I  should 
never  have  met  the  young  man  who  told 
me  the  history — rather  a  fragment — of 
the  Settepassi  emerald. 

Even  now  in  my  dreams,  sometimes,  I 
can  see  that  pleasant  young  man  as  he 
pulled  oflf  his  chamois  gloves  and  exhibited 
his  two  hands,  frightfully  mottled  with 
such  scars  as  only  fire  can  make. 

THE  tale  proper  began  in  the  early 
spring  of  1902,  began  as  all  tragic 
episodes  begin,  with  a  triviality;  in  this 
instance,  the  bare  knuckles  of  a  butler  on 
the  white-enameled  panel  of  a  bedroom 
door.  This  butler  was  a  privileged  char- 
acter. He  had  grown  old  in  the  service 
of  the  Cathew  family ;  and  he  often  took 
liberties  which  a  younger  man  might  have 
hesitated  to  take.  But  even  he  never  en- 
tered without  knocking.  So  he  knocked 
at  the  door  of  his  young  master's  bed- 
room, knocked  gently,  then  firmly,  and 
finally  quite  loudly.  There  was  no  re- 
sponse. As  the  issue  at  stake  was  vital, 
as  his  orders  had  been  peremptory,  he 
opened  the  door  and  entered.  The  lights 
were  still  on.  The  young  man  in  bed  had 
forgotten  to  turn  them  off.  The  butler 
shook  his  head  sadly,  pressed  the  button 
to  extinguish  the  lights,  and  raised  the 
window  shades.  The  brilliant  morning 
sunshine  made  the  occupant  of  the  bed 
turn  over,  but  that  was  all. 

"Mr.  Arthur?" 

No  sound  came  from  the  bed;  and  the 
servant,  pained  at  the  anomaly  of  his 
position,  reached  down  and  shook  the 
sleeper.  He  snififed  Turkish  cigarettes  and 
wine  fumes.  The  sleeper  presently 
opened  a  pair  of  swollen  eyes  and  blinked. 
It  took  him  a  minute  or  two  to  realize 
where  he  was.  Then  he  sat  up  wrath- 
fuUy. 

"Worden,  what  the  dickens  do  you  mean 
by  coming  in  and  waking  me  up  in  this 
fashion?" 

"I  beg  pardon,  sir,  but  your  father's 
orders  were  peremptory.  I  had  no 
choice." 

"What  time  is  it?" 

"Nine-thirty,  sir." 

"Nine-thirty!"  in  a  tone  which  con- 
veyed the  impression  that  he  had  never 
before  heard  such  a  period  of  time  in  the 
morning.    "What's  the  row?" 

"I  don't  know,  sir.  My  orders  were  to 
wake  you  up  and  say  that  it  was  vital  to 
you  to  breakfast,  dress  and  be  at  the  office 
at  precisely  ten-thirty." 

"The  governor  wants  to  see  me  at  the 
office?" 

"Yes,  sir.  And  I  should  be  very  care- 
ful, sir,  to  be  on  the  minute.  He  was  not 
in  the  best  of  tempers  when  he  went  down 
town." 

"All  right.  Bring  me  a  grapefruit  and 
a  cup  of  coffee.  Well,  what  do  you  think 
of  that?"  addressing  space,  since  Worden 
was  already  on  his  way  to  execute  the 
order  for  breakfast. 

MR.  ARTHUR,  only  son,  slid  his  legs 
to  the  floor,  and  rubbed  his  eyes. 
Then  he  smacked  his  lips  soundly  and 
wrinkled  his  nose  in  disgust.  He  rose, 
shuflfled  into  the  bathroom,  and'  stood 
under  the  shower.  After  a  semi-vigorous 
toweling  he  concluded  that  he  was  awake, 
though  he  would  not  have  taken  his  oath 
on  it.  He  came  back  into  the  bedroom  and 
began  to  pick  up  his  evening  clothes,  the 


various  parts  of  which  sprawled  over 
three  chairs  and  the  lounge.  Each  time 
he  stooped  the  room  swung  round  as  upon 
invisible  ball  bearings.  He  was  halfway 
inside  of  these  clothes  before  he  dis- 
covered his  mistake.  This  did  not  serve  to 
make  him  any  more  amiable.  At  the  end 
of  a  quarter  of  an  hour  he  had  gotten  as 
far  as  his  four-in-hand.  He  completed 
the  task  and  stood  before  the  long  mirror, 
contemplating  himself,  and  not  with  any 
especial  favor. 

,  "You  must  have  had  a  pippin  last 
night.  You'll  look  nice  in  papa's  office  at 
ten-thirty.  What  the  devil  can  he  want? 
Did  I  get  arrested?  Let's  see.  I  first 
made  a  call,  perfectly  sober.  I  proposed, 
and  she  told  me  that  she  wouldn't  marry 
me  if  I  was  the  last  man  on  earth.  No 
side-stepping  there.  Well,  I  don't  blame 
her.  This  reforming  fools  is  a  tough  job, 
and  I  suppose  I'm  as  big  a  fool  as  ever 
walked  up  and  down  Broadway.  Next,  I 
went  over  to  the  club  and  lost  four  hun- 
dred at  poker  and  drank  three  quarts  of 
champagne.  No,  I  couldn't  have  been 
arrested.  You're  a  handsome  lad,  I  must 
say!"  once  more  addressing  his  reflection. 
"A  couple  of  fried  eggs  for  eyes  and  a 
mouth  full  of  persimmons  and  dog-bis- 
cuit. Never  again!  I'll  bet  you'll  be 
saying  that  every  ten  minutes  during  the 
day— till  the  lights  come  up  again.  That 
you,  Worden?  Come  in.  That  grapefruit 
will  taste  good.  I  don't  know  about  the 
coffee,"  with  a  grimace. 

The  butler  hovered  about  the  table  after 
the  fashion  of  a  fussy  hen  with  a  lone 
chick;  for  he  had  dandled  this  boy  on  his 
knees  and  fed  him  sweets,  and  he  loved 
him  for  his  unfailing  amiability.  It  was 
too  bad,  too  bad. 

"I  say,  Worden,  do  you  think  the 
governor  is  going  to  put  me  on  the  car- 
pet?" 

"It  looks  that  way,  sir.  And,  begging 
your  pardon,  I  shouldn't  act  hasty  with 
him,  sir." 

"Umhm.     Say  anjrthing  about  me?" 

"Nothing  except  that  he  wanted  you  at 
the  office,  sir." 

"How  is  mother?" 

"Not  so  well  as  yesterday,"  gravely. 

Arthur  pushed  aside  his  empty  cup  and 
scowled  at  his  cigarette-stained  fingers. 
How  many  times  had  he  promised  that 
patient,  loving  mother  of  his  to  brace  up 
and  be  a  man?    Beyond  counting. 

"Worden,  I  guess  I'm  a  rotter." 

"You're  only  young,  sir." 

"Do  you  call  twenty-four  young?" 

"Very  young,  sir,"  which  was  as  near  a 
rebuke  as  Worden  had  ever  permitted 
himself  to  approach. 

"In  other  words,  fresh.  Maybe  you're 
right.  Well,  have  the  runabout  at  the 
door  by  ten." 

"You  will  see  Mrs.  Cathew  before  you 
go?" 

"Yes.     I'll  run  into  her  room  now." 

He  kissed  his  mother,  and  she  clung 
to  him  rather  wildly  he  thought. 

"My  poor  boy!"  she  murmured. 

"I'm  afraid  I'm  no  good,  mother.  I 
can't  keep  my  word.  Every  time  I  pro- 
mise I  honestly  mean  it." 

"Be  careful  with  your  father.  He  is 
terribly  angry." 

"More  than  usual?" 

"Far  more  than  usual." 

"It's  the  first  of  the  month,  and  I  sup- 
pose some  of  my  bills  have  turned  up. 
Don't  worry;  I  shan't  lose  my  temper  even 
if  he  does.  He's  the  best  father  in  the 
world,  and  he  has  never  gone  at  me  un- 


justly. I've  got  to  hustle  to  make  the 
office  on  time.  By-by!  I'll  be  home  for 
dinner  to-night." 

ALONE,  she  twisted  her  thin  white 
hands  together  and  the  tears  rolled 
unchecked  down  her  cheeks.  Never  a 
harsh  word  to  any  one,  always  kindly  and 
lovable;  he  was  only  weak. 

Henry  Cathew  was  an  honest  million- 
aire; so  you  would  not  recognize  him  if 
I  described  him  to  you.  The  newspapers 
seldom  devoted  any  space  to  his  affairs. 
When  he  took  hold  of  a  railroad  or  a 
steamship  line  it  was  to  make  money  for 
it,  not  out  of  it.  He  was  a  builder,  not  a 
wrrecker.  His  gray  hair  was  closely 
clipped,  his  smooth  face  wias  slightly 
florid,  and  his  fifty-two  years  warfare 
(for  the  life  of  a  worker  is  all  warfare) 
had  merely  drawn  a  crow's  foot  at  the 
corners  of  his  normally  kindly  blue  eyes. 
He  ate  and  drank  and  smoked  and  worked 
in  moderation.  Above  his  desk  on  the 
wall  hung  a  framed  card,  in  bold  type: 

MODERATION, 

ALWAYS 
MODERATION. 

At  this  particular  moment  (ten-thirty 
to  the  second)  you  would  have  found  him 
at  his  desk,  biting  the  end  of  his  pen. 
You  would  have  heard  the  cedar  crack, 
too,  as  his  strong  white  teeth  settled  down 
upon  the  wood.  Abruptly  he  rose  and 
turned  the  face  of  the  sign  to  the  wall, 
and  sat  down  again.  His  blue  eyes  were 
as  hard  and  cold  as  his  steel  rails. 

ARTHUR,  seated  in  the  leather-covered 
chair  at  the  left  of  the  desk,  viewed 
these  ominous  signs  imperturbably.  The 
turning  of  the  card  to  the  wall  appealed  to 
his  ready  sense  of  humor;  but  he  wisely 
repressed  the  smile  which  struggled  at  his 
lips.  He  was  in  for  a  drubbing;  how  seri- 
ous remained  to  be  learned. 

He  was  big  of  bone  like  his  father,  but 
the  flesh  was  pasty  and  flabby.  He  was 
dressed,  however,  with  scrupulous  care, 
from  his  patent-leather  gaitered  shoes  to 
his  pearl-grey  fedora.  The  fact  for  all  its 
evidences  of  dissipation  was  pleasing.  A 
physiognomist  at  second  glance  would 
Aave  found  his  fi^st  observation  at  fault 
for  a  close  scrutiny  would  have  revealed 
no  real  weakness  in  the  outline  of  the 
youthful  face,  a  shadowy  replica  of  the 
father's.  He  might  have  added  to  his 
summing  up — "Give  him  a  real  interest 
in  life  and  see  what  happens." 

"Well,  dad,  you  sent  for  me?" 

"I  did;  and  I  wish  to  congratulate  you 
upon  your  promptness,"  ironically. 

"Worden  came  in  and  woke  me  up.  He 
didn't  seem  to  like  the  job." 

"He  had  my  orders.  You  are  twenty- 
four  years  old.  When  I  was  at  your  age 
I  was  plugging  for  bread  and  butter  at 
twenty  a  week." 

"And  now  you're  worth  millions.  Pretty 
good  work  for  twenty-eight  years,"  re- 
plied the  son  lightly. 

"This  is  not  an  occasion  for  levity," 
came  the  quiet  rebuke. 

"I  had  a  suspicion.  Well,  what's  the 
trouble?    Let's  have  it  over  with." 

Cathew  senior  picked  up  a  sheet  of 
paper  from  his  desk.  "There  is  only  one 
thing  to  your  credit  here." 

"And  what's  that?"  astonished. 

"You  are  not  a  liar.  And  I  have  given 
you  more  rope  on  that  account  than  you'd 
believe  if  I  told  you.  I  have  your  record 
here  for  the  past  five  years,  ever  since 


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they    dropped    you    from    Yale.        You 
haven't  done  anything  but  spend  money." 

"I  had  nothing  else  to  do.    You  never 
offered  me  a  decent  job  in  the  office." 

"What  you  call  a  decent  job  was  some- 
thing like  general  manager  at  ten  thou- 
sand a  year.  But  I  have  offered  to  put 
you  on  the  road  to  it.  However,  that  issue 
is  closed.  We'll  not  discuss  it.  When  a 
son  refuses  to  begin  at  the  bottom,  know- 
ing that  it  means  only  a  little  time  before 
he  hits  the  top,  under  a  kindly,  generous 
father,  why,  there  is  nothing  more  to  be 
said.  I've  done  wrong,  and  I  admit  it. 
I've  let  you  have  your  run,  paid  your  bills, 
always  hoping  you'd  see  the  right  road 
and  brace  up. 
You  have  had 
and  spent  in  five 
years  a  hundred 

and  twelve  thou-  i 

sand  dollars. 
Here  it  is  down 
in  black  and 
white.  And  God 
knows  how  much 
you  have  had 
from  your  moth- 
er. Your  loose 
living  has  done 
as  much  as  any- 
thing to  keep  her 
an  invalid;  and 
but  for  her  en- 
treaties  you 
would  have  gone 
out  into  the 
streets  long 
ago." 

Arthur  stared 

at      his      shoes. 

Where  was  this 

going  to  end?  It 

began     to     look 

serious. 

"To    you    I'm 

not     a     father; 

I'm  only  a  cash 

drawer     into 

which     you     dig 

your  idle  hands 

whenever     you 

are  in  need  of 
money.  I'm  half 
to  blame,  I  re- 
peat; I  should  ?  : 
have  shut  you 
off  a  long  time 
ago.  And  who 
gets  this  money? 

Wine  agents  and  restaurants  and  chorus 
girls  and  card  sharpers;  they  get  it.  Well, 
there  isn't  another  turn  to  the  rope,  my 
son.  This  is  the  wind-up.  I've  jawed  and 
cussed  and  fumed.  You  will  note  that 
to-day  I'm  not  whooping  and  losing  my 
temper." 

'TpHE  son  uncrossed  his  legs  and  sat  a 
-»-  trifle  more  erect  in  his  chair.  His 
head  throbbed  and  his  stomach  was  not  on 
its  best  behavior.  But  he  was  keen  enough 
to  appreciate  that  there  was  something 
truly  ominous  in  the  level  tones  of  his 
father.  Cathew  junior  was  evidently  in 
a  bad  way. 

"For  five  years  I  have  been  trying  to 
make  you  look  ahead,  into  the  future. 
It's  a  damnably  wrong  idea  that  youth 
must  sow  its  wild  oats  in  order  to  make 
headway  against  the  world  later.  I've 
been  kind;  I've  paid  your  bills,  I've  done 
everything  possible  a  father  could  do 
who  had  a  real  interest  in  his  flesh  and 


blood.  I  have  wasted  my  time.  Well, 
Arthur,  you  are  this  morning  at  the  end 
of  your  rope.  I'm  going  to  clean  up  all 
your  bills,  but  it's  the  last  time  I  ever 
shall.  Beginning  from  this  day  you  will 
be  allowed  exactly  two  hundred  a  month, 
and  you  will  pay  your  own  debts.  You 
have  averaged  about  twenty-five  thou- 
sand a  year;  let's  see  what  you  can  do  on 
twenty-four  hundred.  There's  an  altern- 
ative." 

"And  what's  that?" 
"Fifty  thousand  to  clear  out  for  good," 
with  a  curious  boring  glance. 

"I'll  take  a  chance  at  the  two  hundred. 
Not  with  any  eye  to  the  future;  just  to 


v*- 


Having  waited  a  moment  he  looked 
up.   "Will  you  shake  hands,  dad?" 

see  if  I've  got  stuff  enough  in  me  to  make 
good  on  it.  I  deny  that  I  ever  imposed 
upon  mother.  If  I  borrowed  money  from 
her,  she  always  knew  to  the  last  penny 
what  I  needed  it  for.  When  does  this  two 
hundred  begin?" 

"Right  now."  Cathew  senior  filled  out 
a  blank  and  signed  it. 

"Thanks.  Two  pretty  good  jolts.  Well, 
no  doubt  I  deserve  them." 

"What  was  the  other  jolt?"  asked  the 
father,  secretly  proud  of  the  equanimity 
of  the  boy. 

"I  went  over  to  Nell's  last  night.  She 
said  she  wouldn't,  not  if  I  was  the  last 
man  on  earth.  Right  and  left  hooks  to 
the  face,  and  then  a  swing  flush  on  the 
jaw.    I  was  counted  out." 

"Do  you  really  care  for  that  girl?" 

"A  whole  lot,  dad." 

"But  not  quite  enough  to  stand  up  and 
make  a  man  of  yourself?" 

"I  don't  know,"  staring  at  the  cheque, 


but  not  seeing  it.     "Have  I  got  to  clear 
out  of  the  house?" 

"Oh,  no.  It  simply  means  that  you  will 
have  two  hundred  instead  of  two  thousand 
and  that  you'll  have  to  drive  your  own  car 
and  pay  for  the  gasoline.  On  the  word 
of  your  father,  I'll  never  boost  that  two 
hundred  till  you  can  lay  before  me  ten 
thousand  in  hard-earned  dollars,  hard- 
earned  dollars,  every  one  of  which  meant 
struggle,  privation,  self-denial,  obstacles 
overcome." 

"That  looks  a  long  way  off.  Why,  I 
couldn't  sell  a  pair  of  shoe  strings  on  the 
busiest  corner  of  42nd  street  and  Broad- 
way!" 

"I  don't  doubt 
1  it.  I  shall  never 
again  ask  you  to 
brace  up.  If  you 
are  on  the  way 
to  hell,  you  will 
not  get  there  on 
two  thousand. 
You're  on  your 
own  now.  I'm 
not  angry;  I  am 
only  damned  sad 
and  bitter.  I  am 
getting  along  in 
years  and  want- 
ed a  son  of  my 
own  to  lean  on. 
As  it  is,  I  shall 
have  to  lean  on 
some  one  else's 
son.  I  shall  leave 
the  cheque  under 
four  plate  the 
first  of  each 
month.  That'll 
save  you  coming 
down  to  the  of- 
fice. If  you  wish 
t  o  travel,  I'll 
send  express  or- 
ders. But  never 
ask  for  any  ad- 
vance; you  will 
not  get  it. 

"All  right  dad. 

I'm  ashamed. 

You  are  treating 

me  better  than  I 

.^AsiV /  deserve.  I  could 

^^  -^  make    all    sorts 

of  promises,  but 

I  couldn't  guar- 

a  n  t  e  e     them." 

The  son  rose. 

Cathew  senior  turned  to  his  desk  and 

began  sorting  his  letters.    Kill  or  cure,  he 

was  thinking;  kill  or  cure.     But  in  his 

soul  he  longed  to  take  the  boy  in  his  arms 

and  give  him  a  million.    There  was  a  man 

somewhere   down   under   that  unhealthy 

skin;  never  a  whimper,  never  a  whine. 

Kill  or  cure,  kill  or  cure.    He  waited  for 

the  door  to  close,  and  having  waited  a 

minute  he  looked  up. 

"Will  you  shake  hands,  dad?" 
"Yes,  Arthur.    What  I  am  doing  is  only 
for  your  good." 
"I  know  it." 

The  door  closed  after  this,  and  Cathew 
senior  pressed  the  button  for  his  steno- 
grapher. It  was  going  to  be  a  great  risk; 
but  the  machinery  had  been  set  in  motion 
and  he  was  not  a  man  to  revoke  his  orders. 
The  stenographer  had  a  very  unpleasant 
session. 

A  RTHUR  went  up-town  to  his  favorite 
-^*-  cafe  and  ordered  a  brorao-seltzer. 
He  spread  out  the  check  on  the  mahogany 


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table,  smiling  grimly.  Two  hundred  a 
month  from  now  on,  and  Nell  wouldn't 
marry  him  if  he  was  the  last  man  on 
earth.  What  a  colossal  fool  he  was !  Why 
couldn't  he  brace  up?  What  was  the  ob- 
ject of  these  wild  nights  and  woolly- 
tongued  mornings?  He  crackled  the 
cheque  in  his  fingers.  He  must  make  that 
serve  for  thirty  days  or  go  broke.  It 
would  be  a  great  lesson  on  economy.  He 
got  up,  paid  for  his  drink,  and  went  out. 

A  man  slouched  after  him.  In  fact,  he 
had  not  been  out  of  sight  of  this  man  since 
leaving  his  father's  offices. 

He  decided  to  lunch  at  home.  He  was  in 
need  of  food,  however  repellent  the 
thought  was.  He  cashed  the  cheque,  put 
the  bills  in  his  wallet  and  crossed  the  Park 
to  Riverside.  He  was  curious  to  learn 
if  he  could  go  through  the  day  without 
breaking  into  that  two  hundred.  If  he 
could  manage  to  do  that  there  was  hope. 

That  night  he  went  to  his  club,  refused 
a  dozen  oifers  to  drink,  declined  all  card 
games,  and  spent  most  of  his  time  in  the 
writing  room.  The  girl  who  received  that 
letter  never  parted  with  it. 

At  eleven  he  started  for  home  in  quite 
an  unusually  serious  frame  of  mind.  As 
he  turned  a  corner,  two  men  sprang  out  of 
the  shadows  and  grappled  him.  For  a 
young  man  in  his  condition  he  put  up  a 
very  respectable  fight;  but  his  assailants 
were  too  strong  for  him.  A  cloak  of 
some  sort  was  wound  about  his  head  and 
he  was  bundled  roughly  into  a  taxicab. 
Later  he  felt  a  sting  in  his  arm.  Then  he 
fell  asleep. 

T  ONG  before  he  came  out  of  his  stupor, 
^-^  for  he  had  been  drugged,  Cathew 
sensed  the  smell  of  oil.  Each  effort  to 
evade  it  (by  drawing  up  the  coverlet  of 
his  bed  to  his  chin)  served  only  to  accen- 
tuate it.  In  his  half-dream  he  wondered 
how  any  one  could  have  spilled  oil  on  that 
filet-counterpane  which  was  the  pride  of 
Mrs.  Harwood,  the  housekeeper.  Same 
old  headache,  too;  and  after  all  his  good 
resolutions !  Underneath  the  smell  of  oil, 
he  began  gradually  to  sense  another 
peculiar  thing,  a  long  rise  and  a  long  fall. 
Of  course  he  knew  what  that  was.  Many 
a  time  he  had  to  wait  till  the  bed  stopped 
turning  circles  before  he  could  get  into 
it.  Evidently  he  had  taken  his  life  in  his 
hands  last  night  and  jumped  aboard 
while  the  bed  was  still  turning. 

^^Out  of  that,  you  swab!" 

"Out  of  that,  you  souse;  d'ye  hear?" 
,    "Worden,  you  can  cut  out  that  line  of 
talk,    Cathew  murmured. 

"Is  that  so!" 

Cathew's  eyelids  went  up  half  way  and 
with  eyes  which  throbbed  and  seemed  full 
of  dancing  spangles  of  fire  he  beheld  an 
enormous  paw.  It  seemingly  came  out  of 
nowhere,  grasped  his  shoulder  cruelly 
and  shook  him. 

"In  half  an  hour  ye'll  be  at  the  port- 
bunkers  with  ye'er  shovel.  That's  all- 
be  there.    An'  no  back  talk,  mind." 

Cathew  sat  up  and  stared  bewilderedly 
at  the  gonlla-like  face  lowering  over  him. 
l-or  his  father  to  rag  him  was  one  thing; 
but  for  an  utter  stranger  to  lay  hands  on 
nim ! 

"Where  the  devil  did  you  come  from?" 
he  asked  unamiably,  still  without  recog- 
nizing the  fact  that  he  was  not  in  his 
own  bedroom  at  home. 

The  paw  reached  in  again,  caught  him 
by  the  arm,  heaved  him  out  bodily  and 
flung  him  sprawling  to  the  floor.  Cathew 
junior's  attitude  toward  life  was  like  that 


of  a  young  buUpup,  friendly  and  even- 
tempered  so  long  as  none  showed  malice 
or  cruelty.  He  sprang  to  his  feet  and 
lunged  at  his  assailant's  jaw,  not  without 
a  certain  skill.  His  fist  struck  a  cast- 
iron  elbow,  and  in  return  he  received  a 
clout  on  the  side  of  the  head  that  took 
away  all  his  interest  in  the  argument.  As 
he  crumpled  to  the  floor,  a  broad-toed  boot 
caught  him  in  the  thigh  and  swirled  him 
flat  against  the  opposite  row  of  bunks. 

"Strike  back  at  me,  will  ye?" 

"You  big  lummox,"  said  a  deep  bass 
voice  from  a  nearby  bunk,  "why  don't  you 
hit  some  one  your  size?  It's  a  fine  game 
to  be  chief  engineer,  but  I  notice  it's  the 
little  fellows  you're  always  finding  trouble 
for.  Some  day,  mind  me,  you'll  find  a  hot 
slicebar  in  the  middle  of  your  belly." 

"Corrigan,  I'll  see  ye  in  irons  before 
this  v'yage  is  over." 

"Well,  that'll  save  your  jaw  a  punch. 
Leave  that  kid  alone  till  he  sobers  up;  and 
you  let  him  skip  his  watch  till  he  gets  his 
bearings."    " 

The  speaker  climbed  out  of  his  bunk. 
He  was  naked  from  the  waist  up.  His 
chest  was  deep  and  broad  and  hairy,  and 
his  arms  and  legs  were  those  of  a  carya- 
tid. He  measured  up  to  five-foot-four, 
and  there  nature  had  left  him  to  shift  for 
himself,  apparently  doubting  the  advis- 
ability (in  an  effort  toward  universal 
peace)  of  building  the  man  any  higher. 
The  crew  described  him  as  a  big  voice 
entirely  surrounded  by  a  helluva  little 
man.  He  trotted  over  to  the  inanimate 
Cathew,  picked  him  up  and  carried  him 
back  to  the  evil-smelling  bunk. 

'T'  HE  chief  engineer — something  of  a 
■•-  Hercules  himself— balled  his  fists  and 
stood  irresolute,  pulled  one  way  by  the 
knovirledge  of  his  authority  and  another 
by  his  caution.  He  looked  big  enough  to 
take  Corrigan  in  his  hands  and  break  him 
like  a  pipestem;  but  he  made  no  effort 
to  do  so,  for  the  very  reason  that  the 
Irishman  was  as  quick  and  strong  and 
merciless  as  a  tiger  when  fully  aroused. 
Add  to  this  that  the  squat  was  a  veteran 
of  the  prize  ring  whose  stature  alone 
had  kept  him  from  fame  and  money, 
and  you  will  gather  how  formidable  he 
was  to  those  who  knew  anything  about 
him. 

"Silk!"  muttered  Corrigan,  as  Cathew 
rolled  off  his  arms  into  the  bunk.  "Silk 
underwear!  I'll  kill  that  dirty  crimp  Fall 
the  next  time  I  see  New  York.  I  thought 
I  saw  his  ugly  mug  when  I  rolled  in  last 
night.  I  suppose  I  was  too  drunk  to 
notice.  Did  you  see  the  lad  come  back  at 
that  big  stiff?"  addressing  the  numerous 
heads  now  sticking  out  over  the  bunk 
rim.     "Game  anyhow." 

"Mullins'll  lay  for  you,  Corrigan,  for 
that  talk,"  said  someone. 

"Let  him.  He'll  be  spry  to  land  on  me, 
I'm  thinking.  I'm  the  best  fireman  on 
board;  and  the  Cap'n  being  as  square  as 
they  make  'em  knows  it.  Ah!  he's  com- 
ing about." 

"In  God's  name,  where  am  I?"  whisp- 
ered Cathew. 

"On  board  the  Limerick.  I  guess  they 
shanghaied  you." 

"Shanghaied  me?  A  block  from  Broad- 
way?" everything  coming  back  in  spite 
of  his  splitting  head. 

''Yep.  It  was  tough  work  to  get  a  full 
crew  for  this  old  bucket;  and  I  guess  the 
Cap'n  didn't  ask  questions  this  trip." 

"I  must  see  the  Captain  at  once,"  de- 
clared Cathew,  struggling  to  get  out  of 
his  bunk. 


Corrigan  pressed  him  back  firmly. 

"Better  sleep  off  your  souse  first." 

"But  I  wasn't  drunk.  I  was  kidnapped 
and  drugged  a  block  from  my  club!" 

"Uhuh.     Better  lie  still." 

"Is  there  a  wireless  on  board?" 

"Nothing  but  the  pipe-organ  on  the 
smokestack.  Take  an  old  sailor's  advice 
and  be  quiet." 

"Where   are  we  bound?" 

"San   Francisco." 

"San  Francisco?  But,  good  Lord,  man, 
they  don't  sail  for  San  Francisco  from 
New  York!" 

"This  old  bucket  does.  You  see,  it's  like 
this.  She  used  to  run  to  Bermuda  and 
back,  onions  and  potatoes.  Last  month 
she  was  sold  to  some  fleet  on  the  Pacific 
coast,  and  we're  on  the  way  to  join  it. 
That's  why  it  was  so  hard  to  get  a  crew." 

"What's  the  first  port?"  with  sinking 
heart. 

"Suez  for  coal.  Our  bunkers'll  carry 
us  there.  Then  we  stop  at  Colombo  to 
take  on  a  cargo  of  tea.  The  other  stops 
are  Singapore,  Hong-Kong,  Manila,  Hon- 
olulu and  'Frisco.  Take  it  easy.  You 
aren't  alone." 

"Where  are  my  clothes?" 

"They  won't  do  you  a  bit  of  good.  Take 
it  from  me.  If  you  want  to  slope,  Suez 
is  your  first  chance.  But  I  doubt  we 
see  any  pay  till  we  hit  Colombo.  It's 
tough  luck,  but  you're  on  my  watch,  and 
I'll  ease  it  as  much  as  I  can  for  you.  All 
you  got  to  do  is  to  shovel  coal,  every  four 
hours  out  of  twelve,  with  eight  to  do  as 
you  please  in,  so  long  as  you  don't  go  up 
to  the  Cap'n's  bridge.  Keep  away  from 
there.  It  will  only  give  Mullins  an  excuse 
to  beat  you  up." 

"It's  mighty  good  of  you  to  talk  to  me 
like  this.    What  is  your  name?" 

"Corrigan.     And  yours?" 

"Cathew." 

"Sounds  Irish.  Well,  now,  turn  in  and 
sleep.  You  need  it.  You  won't  have  to 
stand  this  watch.  I'll  wake  you  up  when 
I  come  back.    Ever  been  to  sea  before." 

"Yes." 

"That'll  help.  No  speaking  up  to  the 
bridge,  mind.  I'd  take  you  there  myself, 
if  I  knew  it  would  do  any  good." 

All  this  was  sound  advice,  and  for  the 
time  being  Cathew  decided,  to  act  upon 
it.  He  lay  back  and  thought.  The  one 
thing  that  appalled  him  was  the  thought 
of  his  mother.  The  shock  of  his  disap- 
pearance might  kill  her.  There  was  no 
possible  way  of  getting  news  to  her  till 
he  reached  Suez,  nearly  thirty  days,  ac- 
cording to  Corrigan.  His  clothes!  He 
began  looking  about.  At  the  foot  he 
found  a  suit,  cheap,  second-hand  shoddy. 
He  went  through  the  pockets,  his  hands 
shaking  and  his  heart  full  of  despair. 
Not  a  sou-markee,  not  even  a  match  could 
he  find.  All  gone,  a  watch  worth  a  hun- 
dred and  an  even  two  hundred  in  cash. 
He  buried  his  face  in  the  oil-tainted  pil- 
low. He  would  not  have  cared  so  much  if 
he  could  have  gotten  word  home.  What 
would  they  think,  his  mother — and  the 
girl?  That  he  had  taken  the  two  hundred 
and  gone  on  a  long  carouse.  Shanghaied 
a  block  from  Broadway! 

WHEN  Corrigan  returned  he  found 
the  young  man  asleep.  He  turned  in 
and  went  asleep  himself.  On  the  second 
watch  he  taught  Cathew  how  to  handle 
his  scoop,  hovy  to  dig  and  lift  without 
extra  exertion;  how  to  save  himself,  in 
fact. 

"Shove  your  scoop  under,  not  into,  the 
coal.     The  coal'll  naturally  fall  into  the 


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scoop  and  that'll  save  pushing.  All  you 
have  to  do  then  is  to  lift.  And  keeft 
out  of  other  people's  vi^ay.     Go  to  it." 

At  the  end  of  the  second  hour  Cathew's 
back  began  to  stiffen ;  it  became  a  mortal 
agony  to  stoop  and  straighten  up.  There 
was  pain  in  his  eyes,  in  his  throat,  in  his 
lungs.  He  was  in  a  miniature  hell.  The 
flashes  from  the  furnace  door  gave  a 
broken  touch  to  it  all.  The  sheet  iron 
flooring,  greasy  with  oil,  offered  but  little 
foothold.  He  slipped,  slid,  and  some- 
times went  sprawling  with  an  overturned 
barrow.  He  was 
always  in  some- 
one's way,  con-  1 1  j  ^j  „j 
tinually  bom-  ^  ..  gf^g 
barded  with  ^^-^^  ^^^g,^_ 
curses.  It  seemed  ^  f^^  ^^^_ 
to  him  that  he  had 
been  at  work  half 
a  day,  when  a 
clattering  of 
scoops  and  slice- 
bars  told  him  that 
the  watch  was 
being  relieved. 

It  was  Corrigan 
who  shouldered 
him  up  the  steel 
ladders;  it  was 
Corrigan  who 
sluiced  his  tor- 
tured body  with 
buckets  of  cold 
sea  water;  it  was 
Corrigan  who 
gave  him  some- 
thing to  toughen 
his  hands  and 
take  away  the 
smart. 

"You'll  never 
regret  this  kind- 
ness,    Corrigan." 

"Forget  it.  It 
was  the  way  you 
offered  to  punch 
Mullins,  when  the 
big  stiff  could  eat 
you  up  with  one 
hand  tied  behind 
him.  Know  any- 
thing about  hold- 
ing up  your  pad- 
dies?" 

"A  little;  but  I 
haven't  done  any 
boxing  for  several 
years." 

"Been  batting 
around  and 
spending  pa's 
money,  huh?" 

"That's  it.  And 
maybe  I'm  getting  what's  coming  to  me." 

"You'll  be  all  right  in  a  week's  time. 
You've  got  a  good  frame.  All  you  need 
is  to  get  rid  of  the  hog-fat.  Booze  is  a 
bad  business.     I  know." 

"Nobody  knows  that  better  than  I  do. 
And  I  never  drank  because  I  liked  the 
stuff  either." 

A  WEEK  later  Cathew  was  handling 
his  scoop  like  an  old-timer.  He  could 
stoop  and  rise  without  that  extraordinary 
pain  over  his  kidneys;  he  could  dodge  his 
co-workers,  trot  over  the  slippery  steel 
without  losing  his  footing.  From  then  on 
he  improved.  He  began  to  harden.  He 
could  sleep  dreamlessly,  something  he  had 
not  done  in  five  years.  One  day,  as  they 
were  nearing  Gibraltar,  he  determined  to 
seek  the  Captain,  Bannerman  by  name, 


despite  Corrigan's  warnings.    He  was  not 
going  to  ask  to  be  landed.    All  he  wanted 
was  enough  money  to  send  a  cable  home. 
The  stokehole  crew  were  permitted  to 
use  the  wait  and  the  bowdeck,  but  they 
were  not  allowed  abaft  the  waist.   Cathew 
knew  this,  but  it  did  not  deter  him.    As  his 
foot   touched   the   quarter   deck   he   saw 
Mullins. 
"Get  off  this  deck,  you  slumgullion!" 
"Mr.  Mullins,  said  Cathew,  holding  his 
voice  down,  "I  am  not  looking  for  trouble. 
I  am  going  to  see  the  Captain." 


blooded  primordial  man,  with  an  interest 
in  life  at  last;  to  kill  or  maim  that  grin- 
ning devil  up  there.  He  was  lame  and 
sore,  but  he  never  faltered  during  his 
watch. 

"What  makes  you  limp?"  asked  Corri- 
gan, as  they  met  at  the  water  bucket  for 
a  drink. 

Cathew  told  him.  "And  as  there's  a 
God  above,  he'll  pay  for  those  kicks.  No 
man  shall  ever  put  his  boot  to  me  and 
get  away  with  it.  Corrigan,  I  want  you 
to  teach  me  how  to  fight.  I  don't  mean 
fancy  ringstuff.  I 
mean  what  you 
call  dock-walloper 
style,  where  you 
use  your  teeth 
and  nails  and  feet 
-^'  and  thumbs." 

Corrigan  rub- 
b  e  d  his  hands 
pleasurably. 
"You're  Irish,  I 
wasn't  wrong. 
I'll  take  you  in 
hand.  After  we 
coal  up  at  Suez. 
We'll  have  five 
weeks  between 
there  and  Sing- 
apore. The  old 
hooker  doesn't 
make  no  more'n 
nine  knots.  She's 
all  right  with  the 
wind  on  her  quar- 
ter,  but  she 
doesn't  cotton  to 
head-ons  or  a  run- 
ning sea.  If  you 
keep  on  improv- 
ing you'll  be  fit 
when  we  get  to 
Singapore.  I  get 
off  there." 

"Aren't  you  go- 
ing through?" 

"Not  so's  you'd 
notice  it.  They'll 
find  plenty  o  f 
Chinks  at  Singa- 
pore. They  can 
stand  the  heat. 
But  cut  out  the 
bridge  stuff.  The 
C  a  p  '  n  wouldn't 
listen  anyhow." 


'A«0 


C  O  Cathew  saw 


"Oh,  ye  are,  are  ye?  I'll  give  ye  one 
minute  to  step  down  that  ladder.  If  ye 
have  any  complaints  t'  make,  ye'll  make 
'em  t'  me,  an'  I'll  see  whether  they're 
worth  carryin'  t'  the  Cap'n."  ' 

"Better  stand  aside,  Mr.  Mullins.  I'm 
going  to  that  bridge." 

It  was  foolhardy,  and  Cathew  realized 
this  afterwards.  But  his  soul  was  tor- 
tured with  the  constant  thought  of  the 
anxiety  of  his  parents.  Fourteen  days 
had  passed,  and  they  knew  not  whether  he 
was  dead  or  alive.  He  was  promptly 
knocked  down,  kicked  to  the  ladder  and 
pushed  over.  Slowly  he  got  up.  He  gazed 
at  the  smiling  gorilla  who  was  leaning 
over  the  rail.  Civilization  seemed  a  very 
remote  condition.  Cathew  the  boy  had 
bumped  dovni  that  ladder;  Cathew  the 
man   had   risen   from   the   deck,   a    cold- 


Gibraltar 
pass  in  the  ame- 
thystine afterflow 
of  sunset;  he  saw 
Sicily  rise  over 
one  horizon  and  vanish  down  another;  and 
always  his  thoughts  were  of  the  people  at 
home.     He  longed   to  rush   in  upon  that 
splendid  father  of  his  and  tell  him  he  was 
willing  to  begin  with  the  broom,  to  take 
his  mother  in  his  arms  and  tell  her  he  was 
done,  to  ask  the  one  girl  in  the  world  for 
another  chance. 

ONE  afternoon  found  the  two  seated 
in  the  shadows  of  the  foremost 
hoistboom.  From  time  to  time  they 
moved  with  the  shadow.  Up  to  this 
moment  neither  man  offered  to  exchange 
confidences.    They  had  been  too  busy. 

"And  so  you're  a  rich  man's  son!     I 

thought   as   much   when    I   felt   the   silk 

of  your  underclothes.    And  the  swine  of  a 

crimp   body-snatched  you   a  block  from 

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The  people  want  a  clear  understanding 
with  the  Allies 


WHAT  will  induce  the  Russian  army  to 
fight  again?  Lincoln  Steffens  supplies 
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zine. The  article  was  written  while  in  Rus- 
sia, where  he  had  every  opportunity  to  study 
conditions  closely.    He  writes: 

"There  will  be  sacrifices,  but  only  of  good 
men,  not  of  the  people,  not  of  the  Revolution. 
The  Russian  Revolution  of  1917  will  go  on  to 
the  end." 

"You  mean,"  I  said,  "that  Kerensky  will  go 
down  as  Miliukoff  did?" 

"Kerensky?"  said  my  informant.  "Keren- 
sky  will  die.  I  love  that  man.  We  Russians 
all  love  Kerensky — but,  Kerensky  doesn't  mat- 
ter. Nobody,  no  individual  matters.  We  Rus- 
sians have  seen  all  our  greatest  spirits  die — 
for  the  cause  of  Russia's  freedom.  We  are 
used  to  it.  Any  one  of  us  would  be  glad  to  go 
and  serve  and  die  for  Russia,  as  Kerensky 
must." 

Kerensky,  the  non-resistant,  took  the  port- 
folio of  War  in  the  ministry  formed  after 
Miliukoff  resigned.  And  he,  the  man  who 
signalled  the  Russian  mob  not  to  kill,  took  the 
War  Department  because  the  new  Provisional 
Government  wanted  to  respond  to  the  call  of 
the  Allies  and  finish  the  war.  That  govern- 
ment knows  vividly  what  it  is  so  hard  for  the 
outside  world  to  grasp,  that  the  Russian  peo- 
ple are  really  free.  The  soldiers  gave  up 
thirty  thousand  rifles  to  the  workmen  in  Pe- 
trograd  alone;  the  Soldiers'  and  Workmen's 
Committee  represent  a  people  that  are  armed. 
The  Allies  keep  sending  commissions  to  the 
Russian  Government  to  get  it  to  make  the 
Russians  fight.  But  the  Russian  leaders 
agreed  that  if  there  was  any  one  among  them 
who  could  make  the  Russians  want  to  fight,  it 
was  Kerensky.  He  is  a  sick  man;  he  didn't 
like,  he  didn't  want  the  job.  He  preferred 
Justice;  he  was  happy  in  that  department;  he 
was  making  it  stand  for  mercy.  But  he  con- 
sented; he  is  Minister  of  War;  and  he  does 
his  best,  as  the  news  shows. 

He  personally  led  a  part  of  the  Russian 
lines  to  begin  attacks  on  July  first;  and  -other 
parts,  inspired  by  their  example,  charged.  But 
the  "advance"  was  not  effective.  Magnificent, 
it  is  not  war.  And  the  loss  was  terrible  to  the 
simple  soldiers  who  couldn't  resist  the  appeals 
of  Kerensky  and  the  Soldiers'  and  Workmen's 
Council.  There  may  be  other  such  attacks, 
and,  of  course,  they  may  catch  fire.  But  v/hat 
the  Allies  need  and  what  Kerensky  asks  is  that 
Russia,  the  nation,  shall  go  to  war,  unitedj 
organized,  inspired. 

Kerensky's  friends  in  the  Soldiers'  and 
Workmen's  Committee  told  me  that  Kerensky 
said:  "I  will  give  not  only  my  strength,  I  will 
give  my  life  to  make  the  Russians  fight.  I 
may  get  the  soldiers  to  charge,  and  I'll  beg  the 


nation  to  join  in  an  all-together  fight.  But  I 
can't.  I  know  I  can't.  Only  President  Wilson 
and  the  Allies  can  do  that." 

Only  the  Allies  can  make  the  Russians  want 
to  fight,  and  they  can  do  it  only  by  dealing 
in  the  spirit  of  New  Russia  with  the  public 
opinion  of  Russia.  That  public  opin- 
ion may  be  based  on  an  illusion.  That  . 
illusion  may  have  been  planted  by  the  Ger- 
mans, and  It  probably  was,  for  the  Germans, 
the  German  people,  seem  to  have  the  same 
idea.  No  matter.  The  fact  is  that  the  Rus- 
sian and  German  soldiers  have  been  talking 
man  to  man  for  months  for  miles  along  the 
trenches;  and  that,  not  thousands,  but  hun- 
dreds of  thousands  ot  Russians  have  left  the 
front  and  gone  oack  home  to  a  million  places 
in  Russia  and  Siberia,  and  there  flnd  all  nlong 
the  road  they  have  spread  the  opinion  that 
some  of  the  Allies  have  secret  treaties  by 
which  each  of  them  is  to  get  an  increase  of 
empire.  That's  what  took  the  fight  out  of  the 
Russians.  That's  what  the  Allies  have  to  deal 
with.  And  the  Russian  statesmen  suggest  a 
way  to  deal  with  it: 

Call  a  conference  of  the  Allies,  with  the  new 
allies:  the  United  States,  New  Russia  and 
China.  See  that  the  Russian  representatives 
represent  the  Russian  people  and  have  their 
full  faith,  as,  for  example,  Kerensky  has  it. 
Then  if  the  secret  treaties  are  an  illusion,  if 
there  is  nothing  bad  in  them,  put,  say,  Keren- 
sky, in  a  position  to  go  home  and  say  so. 

If  they  are  not  an  illusion,  it  is  harder,  but 
not  impossible. 

Soon  after  I  got  to  Petrograd,  an  English- 
man, a  high-minded,  scholarly  Liberal,  who 
was  there  on  a  mission  for  his  Government, 
said  he  was  glad  the  Americans  had  come  into 
the  war,  because  he  thought  we  would  "put 
the  war  back  on  the  high  plane  where  it  was 
with  us  English  at  first." 

That's  all  the  Russians  ask,  the  people,  I 
mean,  the  mob,  the  free,  armed  Russian  mob, 


CONTENTS  OF 
REVIEWS 


A    Strange    Race    in    the 
Balkans 9 

What   Will    Make   Russia 
Fight? 44 

The  Kaiser's  Wife  Takes 
Hold 44 

The  World  in  1952 46 

A  Menace  to  the  Navy  ...     47 

The  War  is  Unpopular  .  .     50 

What  Crime  Did  the  Tsar 
Commit? 51 

The  Treason   of  German- 
American  Newspapers  .     56 


and  that  mob  is  not  unreasonable.  If  my  re- 
port shows  anything,  it  shows  that  the  Rus- 
sian people  have  not  only  self-government, 
literally,  but  self-control;  that  they  are  fair; 
will  listen  and,  listening,  can  accept  two  ideas 
at  once  and  consider  them,  talk  them  over 
quietly  together  and  act  upon  them. 


The  Kaiser's  Wife  Takes  Hold 


Empress    of    Germany   is    Beginning    to 
Have  a  Part  in  Imperial  Matters. 


■^J  OT  much  has  been  heard  in  the  past  of 
-'-  ^  the  Kaiserin,  Wilhelm's  good-natured  and 
reputedly  colorless  spouse.  She  has  been  put 
into  the  background  by  the  noisy  energy  and 
exuberant  personality  of  the  Kaiser.  It  ap- 
pears that  just  recently  the  Empress  has  been 
"coming  out,"  however.  She  is  even  undertak- 
ing certain  diplomatic  errands.  The  story  of 
Augusta  Victoria's  new  importance  is  told  by 
Current  Opinion  as  follows: 

A  remarkable  change  of  policy  in  Hohen- 
zollern  circles  can  alone  account  for  the  am- 
bassadorial functions     assumed     by  Empress 


Augusta  Victoria  of  Germany,  whose  e^cpedi- 
tions  to  Munich,  to  Dresden  and  to  Vienna 
take  on  more  and  more  of  an  official  charac- 
ter. William  II.  has  until  quite  lately  kept  his 
consort  in  the  background.  She  has  in  the 
course  of  his  long  reign  been  almost  a  cipher 
except  for  her  sovereignty  in  the  domestic 
sphere.  There,  indeed,  she  has  reigned  su- 
preme, prescribing,  it  seems,  even  the  thick- 
ness of  the  socks  worn  by  the  Emperor,  for- 
bidding strong  cigars  and  even  concocting  the 
peculiar  broth  or  beef  soup  which  is  his  Maj- 
esty's only  diet  when  that  throat  becomes  sen- 
sitive. All  this  seems  to  be  changed.  For  the 
first  time  during  the  thirty-six  years  of  their 
union,  William  II.  is  seen  thrusting  the  Em- 
press Augusta  Victoria  forward.  He  must 
have  revised  his  theory  that  the  lady  is  un- 
lucky. 

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)rrows,  the  Empress  Augusta  Victoria,  says 
le  Italian  journalist  who  saw  her  at  Vienna, 
as  the  same  wonderful  blue  eyes  that  capti- 
ated  William  when,  as  a  girl  of  twenty-two, 
e  first  saw  her  in  a  hammock  at  Primkenau, 
er  father's  castle  in  Silesia.  They  are  very 
irge,  rather  dark  for  so  pronounced  a  blonde, 
;eadfast  and  clear,  with  a  full  pupil.  The 
mpress  was  said  by  the  late  Archduke  Franz 
erdinand  to  be  able  to  speak  all  the  lan- 
uages  of  Europe  with  her  eyes.  He  liked  her 
ecause  alone  among  the  royal  women  of 
lurope  she  made  a  pet  of  the  Duchess  of  Ho- 
enburg,  his  consort,  treating  her  on  a  plane 
f  equality.  The  German  Empress  has  cast  a 
pell  of  her  fascination  upon  the  present 
.ustro-Hungarian  Empress-Queen  Zita,  de- 
pite  the  difference  in  their  ages.  She  is  em- 
hatically  a  woman's  woman,  feminine,  ac- 
ording  to  the  Italian  journalist,  gracious  in 
er  smile,  low-voiced,  using  two  pretty  hands 
n  effective  gestures  as  she  converses  earnest- 
Y  on  topics  of  a  personal  nature. 

Notwithstanding     her  friendship     for  that 
loted  Greek  scholar,  the  late  Doctor  John  P. 
lahaffy  of  Dublin,  the  German   Empress  is 
lot    an    "intellectual."    She    delighted   in    the 
cholar's  inexhaustible  fund  of  Irish  anecdote. 
le   told   his   stories   with   inimitable   drollery 
o    an    admiring   circle    at   the   Palace,   after 
fhich  the   Empress  herself  served   hijn  with 
,ea.  Her  conception  of  entertainment  is  said 
,0  be  plying  of  her  guests  with  food  and  drink, 
lOr  does  she  disdain  explanations  of  the  merits 
>f  her  kitchen.     She  is  the  best  cook  in  Ger- 
nany,  if  the  Italian  press  is  to -decide  the  mat- 
ter, and  she  has  an  impression  also  that  she 
s  a  very  good  nurse.     She  Is  not  above  such 
;ares   as  the  heat  of  her  consort's  morning 
jath,  which  she  prepares  for  him  at  the  palace 
as  well  as  at  the  country  seat  near  Cadinen. 
rhere    she   has   her   own   particular   flock   of 
:hickens   and   there   she   milks   the   cows   and 
pursues    the    other   vocations   upon    which    la 
based  her  claim  to  be  a  farmer's  wife.     She 
has  a  passion  for  needlework  which  she  can 
gratify  only  when  living  in  the  country.    In 
the   country,   too,   or   rather  on   the   farm   at 
Cadinen,  she  is  a  great  stickler  for  church  at- 
tendance.   No  tenant  on  the  estate  would  risk 
her  displeasure  by  not  appearing  in  his  place 
for  divine  worship.     There  is  a  chapel  on  the 
estate,  but  the  Kaiserin  is  as  likely  as  not  to 
appear  in  the  village  church  early  and  to  look 
about  her  as  the  worshippers  troop  in  and  to 
make  rather  pointed  inquiries  after  the  ser- 
vices about  the  health  of  absentees. 

These  essentially  feminine  traits  in  his  con- 
sort have  not  always  been  palatable  to  Em- 
peror William,  observes  a  writer  in  the  Paris 
Figaro.     The  Kaiserin  is  not  sufficiently  im- 
perial.    He   would  like  her  to  be  more   of  a 
spectacle,  we  read,  to  assume  something  of  the 
grandeur   of   a    Theodora,    the   majesty   of   a 
Zenobia,  the  inspiring  deportment  of  a  Maria 
Theresa.    His  ideal  of  feminine  royalty  is  that 
Queen    Louise    of    Prussia    whose    career    he 
knows  by     heart.     Now,     the  Kaiserin     was 
brought  up  in  a  German  country  mansion,  seat 
of  the  house  of  Schleswig-Holstein-Augusten- 
burg,  leading  there  the  simple  life  of  a  German 
Marguerite,  visiting  the  sick  on  her  father's 
estate,  doing  a  little  needlework,  watering  the 
flowers  and  reading  books  prescribed  by  the 
chaplain  to  the  Duke.     She  never  in  her  life 
wore  a  pair  of  silk  stockings,  and  she  was  a 
wife  and   mother  before   she  knew   anything 
about  lawn  tennis.    Her  diversions  were  horse- 
back riding,  croquet  and  archery.     She  never 
was  a  good  dancer.     She  had  the  indiscretion, 
not    long    after   her   marriage    to   be    caught 
asleep  when  the  Emperor's  mother  was  read- 
ing a  work  of  a  philosophical  character  aloud 
to  the  circle  at  Potsdam. 

The  first  years  of  this  union  were  in  the 
words  of  the  Figaro,  "agitated  "  William  soon 
thrust  his  wife  into  the  background.  Long 
was  she  absorbed  in  the  cares  of  a  prolific 
maternity,  and  at  the  time  of  the  birth  of  her 
seventh  child,  the  Princess  Victoria  Louise, 
her  one  daughter,  now  Duchess  of  Brunswick, 
the  Kaiserin  seemed  to  have  become  old.  Her 
hair  was  already  gray,  although  she  was  but 
thirty-four.  The  Kaiserin's  only  recognition 
in  the  life  of  her  husband's  empire  was  com- 
prised in  her  rank  as  colonel  of  a  hussar  regi- 
ment. She  did  get  the  black  eagle,  conspicu- 
ous worn  as  she  went  on  horseback  at  the  head 
of  her  troop  in  a  uniform  that  was  not  in  the 


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Thirty-eight 

Tears  Old 

THE  first  cake  of  Ivory 
Soap  was  made  in  1879. 
To  survive  and  to  grow 
in  esteem  for  so  many 
years  Ivory  Soap  must 
be  good.  Try  a  cake 
and  you  will  see. 

IVORY  SOAP 


'T*  FLOATS 

99^0^  PURE 

Made  in  the  Procter  A  Gamble  Facloriet  at  Hamiltott,  Canada 


least   becoming     to    her     Gretchen    type    of 
beauty. 

If  the  worst  came  to  the  worst,  her  Majesty 
would  be  able  to  live  well  upon  a  snug  Ameri- 
can fortune.  It  is  quite  large,  and  according 
to  the  Paris  Temps,  is  very  wisely  invested  in 
the  securities  of  dividend-paying  American 
railroads.  The  silk  industry  in  the  United 
States  must  also  yield  a  comfortable  revenue 
to  the  lady,  as  she  has  put  money  into  some 
large  mills  here. 


The  World  in  1952 

One  Writer's  Guess  as  to  What  35  Years 
Will  Bring  Forth. 


JACK  LAIT  is  a  writer  of  clever  stories  and 
a  newspaperman.  He  has  just  passed  his 
thirty-fifth  birthday,  and  has  had  the  temer- 
ity on  the  suggestion  of  the  Editor  of  the 
American  Magazine  to  give  his  version  of  what 
the  next  thirty-five  years  will  bring  forth  in 
this  old  world.  His  guesses  are  interesting  at 
least.    Here  they  are: 

I  predict  that  in  1952— 

There  will  not  be  a  king,  emperor,  czar  or 
kaiser  in  Europe. 

Ireland  will  be  an  independent  republic;  so 
will  Poland. 

Liquor  will  be  taboo  the  world  over — barred 
at  its  source. 

Women  will  have  full  suffrage  everywhere. 

Socialism  will  not  have  displaced  republican 
government. 

There  will  be  an  aerial  route  across  the  At- 
lantic and  Pacific  oceans,  with  stations  or 
controls  at  intervals. 

There  will  be  telephone  connections  with 
and  without  wireless  across  both  oceans. 

All  principal  cities  will  have  double-decked 
streets,  the  lower  strata  for  traffic  by  ve- 
hicles exclusively. 

Emigration  from  one  country  to  another 
will  be  rare. 

Firearms  of  all  kinds  will  be  obsolete,  for- 
bidden everywhere. 

Huge  artificial  lights  will  make  the  world  as 
bright  at  night  as  by  day. 

Physicians,  lawyers,  dentists  will  be  public 
officials  and  will  not  work  for  individual  fees. 

Love  will  guide  matrimonial  selection,  but 
government  will  refuse  to  license  the  unfit, 
the  mismated,  the  immature,  the  senile,  the 
damaged. 

New  York  City  will  have  10,000,000  inhabi- 
tants and  its  own  legislature;  Chicago  will 
have  7,000,000  and  its  own  legislature. 

Yet  I  say  that  the  next  thirty-five  years  will 
not  be  as  historic  as  the  equal  period  gone  by; 
that  is  because  almost  every  change  that  I 
foresee  had  its  inception  before  '17,  and  awaits 
only  the  decades  of  the  immediate  future  for 
development  toward  consummation. 

I  think  that  big  business,  as  its  organization 
grows  more  efficient  and  economical,  will  be 
the  preponderant  factor  towards  a  higher 
morality,  more  thorough  abstinence  and  better 
habits  generally.  The  evangelists  and  reform- 
ers do  not  seem  to  me  to  do  much  actual  sav- 
ing or  enlightening.  But  the  corporations,  as 
their  number  of  employees  grow  larger  and 
the  shortcomings  of  humans  are  therefore 
multiplied  in  direct  ratiij  to  their  losses  and 
drains,  are  the  most  resultful  uplifters. 

Many  railroads  now  refuse  men  in  any  ca- 
pacity who  drink,  who  have  ever  had  the 
liquor  weakness,  who  have  ever  even  signi- 
fied their  sympathy  with  it  by  signing  peti- 
tions for  others  to  get  saloon  licenses.  Almost 
all  the  larger  concerns  make  temperance,  at 
least,  a  requisite  for  employment,  and  not  a 
few  require  total  divorce  from  alcohol. 

That  policy  will  grow  as  business  continues 
to  concentrate,  and  I  dare  say  a  man  of  un- 
sound conduct  a  quarter  of  a  century  hence 
will  find  all  doors  closed  against  him  by  com- 
mon understanding  of  employers. 

Speculation  in  foods,  metals,  clothing  ma- 
terials and  other  vital  necessities  will  not  sur- 
vive. Private  ownership  of  the  producing 
sources  will  not  be  disturbed,  but  public  fix- 
ing of  prices  in  essential  commodities  seem* 


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levitable,  as  already  established  for  railroad 

■ansportation,   insurance,   telephone   service, 

tc. 

ents,  likewise,  will  be  determined  so  as  to 

(act  no  more  than  a  set  and  legitimate  re- 

rn  on  investment  or  valuation. 

One  of  the  groat  ws'stea  which  will  surely 
eliminated  is  that  Pooh-Bah,  long-lived  and 

nseless  fallacy,  fashions.  For  1917  years 
have  been  slaves  to  a  mad  and  savage 
valry  in  adornment. 


A  Menace  to  the 

Navy. 

ifluences   Threatening   the  Only  Avail- 
able Supply  of  Oil  Fuel. 

\7  HAT  would  happen  to  the  British  navy 
'  if  the  oil  supply  ran  out?  As  all  Brit- 
1  ships  of  war  are  operated  with  oil,  the  re- 
Its  can  be  imagined.  Figure  then  that  the 
tal  supply  of  oil  for  the  navy  comes  from 
le  source,  and  that  that  one  source  is— • 
exico!  Here  is  something  to  create,  at  first 
ought,  a  feeling  of  alarm.  George  Marvin 
plains  the  situation  at  some  length  in 
orld's  Work: 

Tampico  is  just  oil.  The  Panuco  River  runs 
ly  down  to  the  bar  and  the  open  Gulf  six 
les  away;  the  banks  of  the  river  are  slimy 
id  black  with  oil  and  so  are  the  miles  of 
larves  where  the  tankers  lie  drinking  their 
1  of  petroleum  from  the  pipe  lines  which 
ake  away  leagues  back  into  the  oily  hot 
ngle  to  their  inexhaustible  well.  Oil  on  the 
y,  oil  in  the  air,  oil  over  the  landscape, 
jly  beyond  words  is  Tampico,  but  it  runs 
e  British  Navy  and  helps  run  the  Mexican 
)vernment.  It  is  a  necessary  ally  of  the 
litcd  States  against  Germany,  and  it  is  con- 
Dlled  by  one  oily  Mexican  cabecillo  to  whom 
e  producing  companies  pay  a  tribute  like 
to  Caesar. 

The  oil  fields  which  lie  west  of  Tampico  and 
uth  eighty  miles  to  Tuxpam  close  to  the  Gulf 
st  produced,  in  the  summer  of  1917  in  ex- 
3S  of  1,059,000  barrels  a  day.  And  in  ad- 
ion  to  this  amount  actually  available,  pro- 
ects  for  the  drilling-in  of  additional  wells 
ve  no  doubt  that  when  these  fields  are  de- 
loped  up  to  their  capacity  they  can  supply 
amount  of  petroleum  greater  than  the 
irld's  total  production  to  date. 
At  a  time  when  the  navies  of  the  world  are 
pending  upon  fuel  oil,  and  when  a  large 
rt  of  war  mobility  and  transportation  by 
»  and  shore  and  in  the  air,  in  addition  to  the 
inufacture  of  war  supplies,  depends  upon 
troleum  and  its  by-products,  these  figures 
;  emphatic  enough.  They  become  more  im- 
3ssive  when  we  stop  to  think  that  outside 
the  United  States  and  Mexico  there  are  no 
■ge  supplies  of  mineral  oils  available  any- 
ere  except  in  Galicia,  Rumania,  and  the 
ssian  Caucasus,  and  not  one  of  these  fields 
ivailable  to  the  Entente  Allies  for  the  weat- 
i  theatre  of  war. 

Potential  production  is  one  thing,  actual 
ut  another.  Due  to  a  combination  of  re- 
tive  causes — high  taxes  levied  by  the 
ican  Government,  lack  of  ocean  tank 
mers,  the  war  risks  and  losses  on  all 
,B-borne  commerce,  anti  strikes  and  shut- 
ns  forced  by  revolutionary  disorders — the 
.1  actual  output  of  the  Mexican  fields  is 
ly  10  per  cent,  of  the  present  potential  pro- 
ition.  Ev^n  at  that  low  percentage  more 
,n  60,000  barrels  a  day  went  to  the  United 
,tes  for  fuel  and  refining  in  1916,  and  one 
any  alone  has  contracts  for  the  delivery 
000  barrels  a  day  during  1917. 
bxican  oil  is  practically  an  Anglo-Ameri- 
monopoly.  American  and  British  enter- 
discovered  it  and  gritish  and  American 
iUal  have  developed  it.  No  oil  is  exported 
m  Mexico  except  by  American  companies 
!  by  one  British  concern,  the  famous  Aguila 
npany,  owned  by  Lord  Cowdray  and  incor- 
ated  in  Mexico.  The  Lord  Cowdray  in- 
ests  also  own  the  oil  fields  at  Minatitlan, 


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just  inland  from  Puerto  Mexico,  and  the  w 
built  double-track  Tehuantepec  railroad  wh 
runs  across  the  Isthmus  from  Puerto  Mex 
to  Salina  Cruz  on  the  Pacific  side.  Most 
the  oil  which  is  piped  out  of  the  Cowdray  w« 
to  Tampico  and  Tuxpara  has  to  be  taken 
Puerto  Mexico  and  there  mixed  with  the  lig 
er  Minatitlan  oils — when  the  Minatitlan  ph 
is  not  shut  down  by  recurrent  strikes — befi 
it  can  meet  the  British  Admiralty's  specific 
tions.  Some  oil  comes  from  wells  operated 
Mexicans  and  a  great  part  of  it  from  lar 
owned  by  Mexican  proprietors  and  leased 
the  foreign  companies.  Not  ope  drop  of  it 
exported  by  Mexicans. 

And  not  one  drop  is  exported  by  Germa 
No  German  company  owns  or  leases  oil  Ian 
No  nationals  of  the  Central  Powers  have 
interests  of  any  kind  in   Mexico.     NevertI 
less,  Germany  must  needs  be  very  much 
terested  in  Mexican  oil.     Germany  cannot 
terfere  with  its  marketing  except  by  interce 
ing  shipments  at  sea,  which  would  natura 
be  one  of  the  chief  objects  of  submarine  : 
tivity  in  the   Gulf  and   West  Indian   wate 
German  agents  can  interfere  with  its  prod' 
tion   in   several   ways;    through   the   Mexic 
Government   by   confiscatory   duties   and 
strictions;   by     subsidizing     revolutionary 
plain   bandit  disorders  in   the   State  of  V< 
Cruz;  by  inciting  the  thousands  of  employe 
in    the    plants      to    violent      and    destruct 
strikes;  and  by  surreptitiously  firing  the  w( 
themselves. 

This  last  danger  may  be  minimized  to  1 
vanishing  point.  Ever  since  1914  the  co 
panics  operating  wells  in  the  Hausteca  distr 
have  policed  Germans  and  Austrians  out 
their  territory.  Every  well  is  worth  miUi( 
of  dollars  and  is  guarded  like  a  Kohinoor  d 
mond.  The  Cowdray  company  was,  of  coui 
exceedingly  active  in  this  work.  The  Potri 
well  owned  by  them  has  at  times  during  i 
last  three  years  furnished  60  per  cent,  of 
the  fuel  oil  consumed  by  the  British  Na 
and  one  destructive  act  successfully  per) 
trated  against  that  one  well  would  have  p; 
tially  hamstrung  the  British  fleet.  Even  G 
man  sympathizers  or  suspects  are  unceremi 
iously  run  out  of  the  district  or  are  quietly 
terned  there. 

After  the  United  States  became  an  act 
belligerent  in  April,  rumors  of  possible  G 
man  attempts  against  the  Mexican  oil  fie 
increased,  but  every  one  of  the  tangible  : 
mors  was  run  to  earth  and  either  proved  to 
hot  air  or  was  smashed  on  suspicion.  1 
vast  majority  were  hot  air.  The  oil  co 
panies  are  and  have  been  very  much  alive 
this  danger  and  are  well  able  to  look  af 
their  own  interests  as  far  as  any  direct  G 
man  attempts  on  their  properties  are  conce: 
ed.  They,  together  with  the  British  Legat: 
and  our  own  recently  re-established  Embas 
maintain  an  excellent  secret  service  orgi 
ization  in  and  around  Tampico  region  a 
have  every  Central  Power  national  ticket 
The  same  authorities,  with  the  internatioi 
assistance  open  to  them,  have  combed  the  G 
and  its  shores  with  the  finest-toothed  inves 
gation,  and  gum-shoed  the  hinterland  bord 
ing  on  them.  As  far  as  this  system  can  pel 
trate  there  were  not  in  July  any  possi 
German  submarine  bases  or  wireless  plants 
or  about  the  Gulf  of  Mexico.  The  submar: 
menace  is  therefore  reduced  to  operatic 
from  a  far  distant  base  or,  more  proba! 
to  raids  on  the  delivery  end  of  the  oil  trai 

It  is  not  from  direct  German  acts  that  1 
danger  comes;  it  is  from  the  indirect  meth< 
which  I  have  summarized  above.  In  order 
understand  just  how  German  influence  il 
be  brought  to  bear,  it  is  necessary  first 
know  something  about  the  powers  that  be 
the  State  of  Vera  Cruz  and  their  interrelatl 

People  who  read  about  Mexico  know 
name  that  bright  star  of  Mexican  politi 
General  Candido  Aguilar.  I  was  in  Pue: 
Mexico  on  election  day  when  Aguilar  was  n 
ning  for  Governor  of  Vera  Cruz  against  Gi 
eral  Gavira.  You  would  have  thought  he  I 
at  least  a  good  running  start  by  being  \ 
Primero  Jefe's  (Carranza's)  candidate  I 
engaged  to  his  daughter,  but  Candido  ne< 
takes  any  chances.  He  had  two  freight  trs' 
of  decanted  Constitutional  soldiers,  armed 
yond  the  teeth,  in  that  town  bivouacl 
around  the  polls  and  the  telegraph  and  ca 
offices.     You  had  to  cross  yourself  and  8* 


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over  sleeping  arsenals  to  send  a  telegram. 
The  simple  job  of  that  soldiery  was  to  insure 
a  constitutional  and  orderly  election  by  keep- 
ing the  Gavirists  from  exercising  a  suffrage 
called  by  the  new  Constitution  universal.  I 
don't  know  first-hand  just  how  matters  stood 
in  the  other  towns  of  the  State  of  Vera  Cruz, 
but  on  reaching  Mexico  City  several  days 
later  I  read  in  the  capital  papers  that  General 
Aguilar  had  been  elected  Governor  by  sub- 
stantial majorities  after  a  very  "orderly" 
election. 

Now  Aguilar  is  a  fine  example  of  your  high- 
speed self-made  man  in  Mexico  in  a  time 
when  every  public  character  is  self-made  plus 
the  help  that  goes  to  compadres  or  relatives 
of  the  appointing  powers.  Oil  helped  make 
Augilar.  In  the  summer  of  1914  he  financed 
himself  into  prominence  by  occupying  the 
Tampico-Tuxpam  fields  with  his  ragged  army 
and  holding  up  the  principal  producing  com- 
panies in  the  region  for  $10,000  apiece  on  the 
threat  of  stopping  their  pumps.  The  only 
company  that  had  nerve  enough,  or  was  fool- 
ish enough,  to  refuse  was  Lord  Cowdray's 
company,  and  the  consequent  stoppage  of  its 
pumps  caused  leaks  around  the  bonanza  Pot- 
rero  well,  the  loss  in  oil,  and  in  a  surface  fire 
which  lasted  four  months,  mounting  far  be- 
yond Aguilar's  price. 

Candido  Aguilar  made  a  distinct  financial 
success  out  of  his  Vera  Cruz  suzerainty  but 
he  made  an  equally  distinct  political  mistake. 
Not  content  with  levying  on  the  rich  foreign 
companies,  he  confiscated  a  lot  of  small,  oil- 
bearing  properties  from  native  Mexican  own- 
ers in  the  jungle.  None  of  these  owners  could 
produce  satisfactory  Guarantias — credentials 
of  acknowledged  title  carrying  exemption 
or  protection — and  so  Aguilar  and  his  officers 
waded  in  and  took  pretty  much  what  they 
liked,  accusing  the  owners  of  being  Huertis- 
tas  or  having  Huertista  sympathies.  They 
made  a  thoroughly  good  job  of  it;  looted 
the  houses  of  the  Huasteca  farmers,  seized 
and  violated  their  women,  and  killed  all  ac- 
tive resistance.  You  can  see  mute  memorials 
of  this  forced  liberty  loan  in  the  ruin  of  once 
picturesque  Indian  villages  blistering  on  the 
hills  far  back  from  the  pestilential  oil  fields. 
As  a  matter  of  fact  there  were  no  political 
lines  drawn  then  in  the  jungle,  no  Constitu- 
tionalistas  or  Huertistas  or  any  other  kind  of 
the  "istas"  then  current.  Aguilar  brought 
politics  with  him. 

Many  of  these  independent  land  owners, 
whose  properties  were  confiscated,  were  either 
in  negotiation  for  the  sale  or  lease  of  their 
oil  rights  or  counting  upon  realizing  on  them 
later.  In  July,  1914,  under  a  cabecillo  named 
Manuel  Pelaez,  they  rose  in  revolt  against 
Aguilar  and  all  he  represented.  Pelaez  has 
controlled  the  entire  Huasteca-Veracruzana 
oil  district  ever  since.  Carranza  and  his  fac- 
tion control  the  two  ports  of  Tampico  and 
Tuxpam  but  all  the  hinterland  is  in  the  hands 
of  Baron  Pelaez.  His  outposts  come  right 
up  into  the  suburbs  of  the  two  towns.  It  is 
indicative  of  the  actual  control  which  the  de 
jure  Government  exercises  over  Mexico  that 
here  in  this  richest  maritime  region  Carran- 
zista  authority  is  limited  to  two  spheres  of 
nominal  influence  in  the  ports. 

The  oil  is  piped  out  of  Pelaez's  territory, 
where  it  pays  tribute,  into  the  Carranzista 
spheres  of  influence,  where  the  central  Gov- 
ernment levies  on  it  by  production  taxes  and 
bar  dues  before  it  flows  into  British  and  Am- 
erican  tank   steamers. 

Up  to  January,  1917,  Pelaez  could  have 
taken  Tampico  whenever  he  wanted  it,  until 
in  that  month  the  then  de  facto  Government 
sent  the  de  facto  gunboat  Bravo  up  the  river 
and  tied  her  up  to  the  fiscal  wharf  where 
her  guns  could  sweep  the  town.  Tuxpam, 
also,  the  semi-righteous  bandits  could  take 
whenever  they  liked  if  they  were  foolish 
enough  thus  to  bring  down  a  serious  expedi- 
tion   against    themselves. 

Several  desultory  expeditions  have  been 
sent  against  Pelaez  but  they  have  lost  them- 
selves in  the  oily  jungle  and  been  beaten 
oflf  without  much  trouble.  And  after  every 
such  occasion  Robin  Hood  Pelaez  and  his 
merry  dispossessed  land  owners  armed  them- 
selves from  the  prisoners  and  cadavers.  They 
began  with  about  eighty  men,  every  one  of 
whom  had  suffered  from  direct  acts  of  con- 
fiscation   by    the    Aguilar    regime.      In    the 


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spring  their  numbers  had  grown  to  3,500. 
They  had  captured  nearly  3,000  rifles,  and 
in  Mexico  it  is  easy  to  find  a  man  for  every 
rifle. 

The  new  Constitution  went  into  eflfect  on 
February  5th,  and  since  then  the  baron  of 
the  oil  fields  has  been  joined  by  many  first- 
class  volunteers.  The  Mexican  mining  laws 
from  1884  up  to  February  5th  had  specifically 
recognized  the  ownership  by  the  small  Mexi- 
can landlords  of  subsoil  petroleum  in  the 
Huasteca  fields.  Many  of  these  owners  had 
title  back  to  the  Spanish  grants.  The  new 
Constitution  confiscates  this  subsoil  petrol- 
eum, vesting  the  ownership  of  all  ujiderground 
oil  in  the  nation,  which  by  the  new  instru- 
ment has  the  sole  rigjjt  to  issue  concessions 
to  third  parties  for  the  extraction  of  pe- 
troleum. The  owners  who  had  escaped  Aguil- 
ar,  now  despoiled  by  the  new  Constitution, 
have  joined  the  Pelaez  endemic  revolution 
and  greatly  strengthened  it.  The  agent  of 
one  of  the  largest  American  companies  had 
forty-eight  rentals  to  pay  to  small  owners  in 
April.  Twenty-six  of  them  could  not  be 
found.     They  had  joined  Pelaez. 

The  business  head  of  the  Pelaez  adminis- 
tration is  an  ex-druggist  of  Tuxpam  a  Dr. 
Enriquez,  who  like  his  chjef  has  an  interest 
in  lands  from  which  the  Aguila  company  is 
producing.  Each  of  them  receives  a  hand- 
some royalty  on  the  production.  The  third 
member  of  the  junta  is  a  first-class  fighting 
man  named  Leopoldo  Rabate  who,  in  addition 
to  a  property  grievance  like  the  others,  brings 
into  the  business  an  unconquerable  personal 
animus. 


The  real  menace  at  Tampico  is  not  directly 
from  the  Germans,  not  from  the  bandit  over- 
lord of  the  fields,  not  from  existing  taxation. 
The  potential  menace  lies  in  the  whimsical- 
ity or  the  obstinacy  of  the  central  Govern- 
ment, whether  or  not  subject  to  German  in- 
fluence, and  in  the  recurrence  of  strikes  over 
which  the  Government  either  has  no  control 
or  is  indifferent  about  exercising  conti-ol. 

The  new  Mexican  Constitution,  promulgat- 
ed February  5,  1917,  provides  for  the  "na- 
tionalization" of  all  petroleum  occurring  un- 
der ground.  It  is  now  possible  for  the  Gov- 
ernment summarily  to  take  over  any  Ameri- 
can- or  British-owned  lands  or  wells  and  stop 
-he  supply.  The  American  and  British  com- 
panies had  acquired  rights  to  this  under- 
ground petroleum  in  accordance  with  the 
existing  Constitution  and  law  by  purchase 
and  lease  from  the  owners.  Two  of  the  com- 
panies have  contracts  passed  by  the  Mex- 
ican Congress  in  1906  and  1908,  respectively, 
exempting  them  from  any  tax  on  the  export 
of  their  product.  The  new  Constitution  pro- 
vides that  "there  shall  be  no  exemption  from 
taxation." 

Under  the  new  Constitution,  therefore,  the 
American  and  British  producers  of  crude  oil 
supplies  needed  by  our  allies  are  exposed  to 

(1)  the  absolute  confiscation  of  their  lands 
and  wells  which  would  stop  those  supplies  or 

(2)  unlimited  and  semi-confiscatory  taxation 
which  would  have  to  be  paid  by  the  United 
States  and  'their  allies.  German  influence  is 
at  work  all  the  time  in  Mexico  City  to  bring 
about  one  or  both  of  these  restrictive  meas- 
ures. 


The  War  Is  Unpopular 


Writer  Claims  None  of  the  Soldiers  on 
Either  Side  Want  to  Fight. 


THAT  the  war  is  unpopular  everywhere, 
the  soldiers  of  all  the  nations  involved 
hate  to  fight  and  would  stop  at  once  if  allow- 
ed, that  none  of  the  people  of  any  of  the  coun- 
tries wanted  to  go  to  war  in  the  first  place  are 
some  of  the  claims  made  by  John  Reed  in  the 
course  of  a  vigorously  written  article  in  The 
Seven  Arts.  It  is  impossible  to  do  more  than 
quote  extracts  taken  here  and  there  from  the 
article,  which  deals  specifically  with  the  desire 
of  the  fighting  men  for  peace.  He  does  not 
allow  for  the  fine  chivalry  that  has  induced  so 
many  volunteers  to  go  to  the  front,  but  that 
the  soldier  does  not  like  the  fighting  and 
fights  on  only  through  a  sense  of  duty,  is  be- 
yond dispute. 

I'm  afraid  I  never  did  properly  understand 
the  drama  and  the  glory  of  this  war.  It  seem- 
ed to  me,  those  first  few  weeks  coming  up 
through  France,  as  if  I  would  never  get  out  of 
my  mind  again  those  beflowered  troop  trains 
full  of  laughing,  singing  boys — the  class  of 
1914 — bound  so  gaily,  unthinkingly  to  the 
front.  And  then  Paris — not  stern,  stoical, 
heroic,  as  the  reporters  all  described  it;  but 
sick  with  fear,  full  of  civilian  panic,  its  citi- 
zens trampling  down  women  and  children  in 
their  wild  rush  to  get  on  trains  for  the  South. 

I  saw  so  many  ugly  things — rich  people  put- 
ting their  handsome  houses  under  the  protec- 
tion of  the  Red  Cross,  and  later  when  the  Ger- 
mans had  retreated  to  the  Aisne,  withdrawing 
them.  Small  tradesmen  making  money  out  of 
things  needed  by  the  soldiers.  Little  political 
fights  between  the  military  medical  corps  and 
the  Red  Cross,  whereby  thousands  of  beds  in 
the  city  were  vacant,  and  the  wounded  died 
lying  out  on  the  cobbles  in  the  rain  at  Vitry. 

Against  that,  what?  A  nation  rising  en 
masse  to  repel  invasion,  but  without  much 
stomach  for  a  slaughter  most  people,  I  think, 
felt  to  be  utterly  stupid  and  useless.  The 
flags,  the  emptiness,  the  spy-crazes,  the  wild- 
eyed  women,  the  German  aeroplanes  dully 
dropping  bombs  from  overhead  into  the 
streets.  The  shock,  and  then  the  slow  in- 
evitable dislocation  of  ordinary  life,  the  grow- 
ing tension.     Later  on,  the  one-armed,  one- 


legged,  the  men  gone  mad  from  shell-fire;  in 
side  streets  the  lengthening  lines  of  wretched 
poor  in  the  public  kitchens. 

The  battle  of  the  Marne  was  something  to 
go  wild  with  delight  about— but  by  that  time 
there  was  no  one  left  in  Paris  to  celebrate. 
Decked  with  thousands  of  flags,  the  city  lay 
smiling  vapidly  in  the  bright  sunlight,  her 
streets  empty,  her  nights  black.  There  were 
no  glorious  tidings,  no  heroism,  no  tolling  of 
bells  and  public  rejoicings.  Those  things 
cease  to  be  when  the  whole  of  a  nation's  man- 
hood is  drained  into  the  trenches.  There  is  no 
such  thing  as  heroism  when  millions  of  men 
face  the  most  ghastly  death  in  such  a  spirit 
as  the  armies  of  Europe  have  faced  it  these 
three  years.  Millions  of  heroes!  It  makes 
military  courage  the  cheapest  thing  in  the 
world. 

Why  is  it  I  saw  this  kind  of  thing?  I  tried 
to  see  the  picturesque,  the  dramatic,  the  hu- 
ms n;  but  to  me  all  was  drab,  and  all  those 
millions  of  men  were  become  cogs  in  a  sense- 
less and  uninteresting  machine.  It  was  the 
same  on  the  field.  I  saw  a  good  deal  of  the 
battle  of  the  Marne,  I  was  with  the  French 
north  of  Amiens  during  the  beginning  of 
trench  warfare.  Almost  always  it  was  the 
same  mechanical  business.  At  first  we  were 
curious  to  know  what  new  ways  of  fighting 
had  been  evolved;  but  the  novelty  soon  wore 
off,  as  it  did  to  the  soldiers  in  the  trenches. 

At  the  battle  of  the  Marne  I  spent  the  even- 
ing with  some  British  transport  soldiers  at  the 
little  village  of  Crecy,  in  sound  of  the  great 
guns  stabbing  the  dark  way  off  to  the  north. 
These  "Tommies" — why  had  they  gone  to  war? 
Well,  they  didn't  rightly  know,  except  that 
Bill  was  going,  and  they  wanted  to  get  away 
from  home  for  a  spell,  and  the  pay  was  good. 

Along  about  October  first,  1914,  I  had  to 
stay  the  night  in  Calais,  and  out  of  sheer  lone- 
liness found  my  way  finally  to  the  town's  one 
and  only  "joint,"  where  there  was  liquor, 
song  and  girls.  The  place  was  packed  with 
soldiers  and  sailors,  some  of  them  on  leave 
from  the  front.  I  fell  into  conversation  with 
one  poilu,  who  told  me  with  great  pride  that 
he  was  a  socialist, — and  an  internationalist 
too.  He  had  been  guarding  German  prisoners, 
and  waxed  enthusiastic  as  he  told  me  what 
splendid  fellows  they  were, — all  socialists,  too. 

"Look  here,"  I  said.  "If  you  belonged  to 
the  International,  why  did  you  go  to  war?" 

"Because,"  he  said,  turning  his  clear  eyes 
upon  me,  "because  France  was  invaded.." 


"But  the  Germans  claim  you  invaded  Ger- 
many." 

"Yes,"  he  answered  gravely,  "I  know  they 
do  say  that.  The  prisoners  tell  me.  Well, 
perhaps  it  is  true.  We  were  probably  both  in- 
vaded.    .     .     ." 

London,  plastered  with  enormous  signs, 
"Your  King  and  Country  Need  You,"  "Enlist 
for  the  War  Only!"  In  all  open  spaces,  knots 
of  young  men  drilling — bank  clerks,  stock 
brokers,  university  and  public  school  men,  the 
middle  and  upper  middle  classes;  for  at  this 
time  the  workers  and  the  East  End  were  not 
interested  in  the  war.  The  first  E.xpedition- 
ary  Force  had  been  wiped  off  the  face  of  the 
earth  coming  down  from  Mons;  England  was 
getting  mad,  at  the  tip,  and  "Kitchener's 
Mob"  was  forming. 

The  great  masses  of  the  people  of  England 
knew  little  about  the  war  and  cared  less.  Yet 
it  was  up  to  them  to  fight,  volunteer  or  con- 
script. Business  and  manufacturing  concerns 
began  to  discharge  their  employees  of  military 
age,  and  a  patriotic  black-list  saw  to  it  that 
they  got  no  other  work;  it  was  "Enlist  or 
starve."  I  remember  seeing  a  line  of  huge 
trucks  sweep  through  Trafalgar  Square,  full 
of  youths  and  placarded  "Harrods'  Gift  to  the 
Empire."  The  men  inside  were  clerks  in  Har- 
rods' Stores,  and  they  were  being  driven  to 
the  recruiting  station. 

There  were  other  things  in  London  which 
nauseated  one.  The  great  limousines  going 
down  to  the  city  of  a  morning  with  recruiting 
appeals  on  their  wind-shields,  and  overfed, 
overdressed  men  and  women  sitting  comfort- 
ably inside.  The  articles  for  sale  in  the  shops, 
with  the  "Made  in  Germany"  signs  torn  off 
and  new  cards  affixed,  "Made  in  England"; 
the  Rhine  and  Moselle  wines  they  served  in 
restaurants,  their  labels  painted  out,  the  im- 
mensely snobbish  Red  Cross  benefit  concerts 
and  dances  that  made  the  fall  of  1914  "Lon- 
don's gayest  autumn." 

All  talk  of  "German  militarism,"  and  "the 
rights  of  small  nations,"  and  "Kaiserism  must 
go" — how  sickening  to  know  that  the  rulers 
of  England  really  did  not  believe  these  pious 
epithets  and  platitudes!  It  was  only  the  great 
masses  of  simple  folk  who  were  asked  to  give 
their  lives  because  "Belgium  was  invaded," 
and  the  "scrap  of  paper"  torn  up.  Just  as  in 
this  our  own  country,  where  persons  of  intel- 
ligence cannot  help  smiling — or  weeping — ■ 
when  President  Wilson  talks  of  American  "de- 
mocracy," and  the  "democracy"  America 
champions  in  this  war. 

Berlin  was  less  patently  charged  with  hy- 
pocrisy, as  one  might  expect;  for  Berlin  had 
been  getting  ready  for  this  for  years.  There 
was  less  need  for  advertising  than  there  was 
in  either  London  or  Paris -the  Germans  had 
less  difference  of  opinion  about  the  war.  And 
yet  to  see  those  hundreds  of  thousands  of  gray 
automatons  caught  inevitably  and  irreparably 
in  that  merciless  machine,  hurled  down  across 
Belgium  in  mile-wide,  endless  rivers,  and 
poured  against  the  scarps  of  death-rimmed 
fortresses  in  close-marching  battalions,  was 
more  horrible  than  what  I  saw  in  other  coun- 
tries. 

Will  anyone  now  dare  to  claim  that  the  Ger- 
man people  were  told  the  truth  about  the  war, 
or  even  told  anything  to  speak  of?  No.  The 
whole  nation  was  sent  to  the  trenches,  without 
opportunity  to  know,  to  object,  a  little  more 
ruthlessly  than  other  nations — except  Russia. 

I  was  at  the  German  front,  where  men 
stood  up  to  their  hips  in  water,  covered  with 
lice,  and  fired  at  anything  which  moved  be- 
hind a  mud-bank  eighty  yards  away.  They 
were  the  color  of  mud,  their  teeth  chattered 
incessantly,  and  every  night  some  of  them 
went  mad.  In  the  space  between  the  trenches, 
forty  yards  away,  was  a  heap  of  bodies  left 
over  from  the  last  French  charge;  the  wound- 
ed had  died  out  there,  without  any  effort  be- 
ing made  to  rescue 'them;  and  now  they  were 
slowly  but  surely  sinking  into  the  soft  mud, 
burying  themselves.  At  this  place  the  soldiers 
spent  three  days  in  the  trenches  and  six  days 
resting  back  of  the  lines  at  Comines,  where 
the  government  furnished  beer,  women  and  a 
circulating  library. 

I  asked  those  mud-colored  men,  leaning 
against  the  wet  mud-bank  in  the  rain,  behind 
their  little  steel  shields,  and  firing  at  what- 
ever moved, — who  were  their  enemies?  They 
stared  at  me  uncomprehendingly.  I  explain- 
ed  that  I  wanted  to  know  who   lay  opposite 


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them,  in  those  pits  eighty  yards  away.  They 
didn't  know — whether  English,  French  or 
Belgians,  they  had  not  the  slightest  idea.  And 
they  didn't  care.  It  was  Something  that  Mov- 
ed— that  was  enough. 

Along  the  thousand-mile  Russian  front  I 
saw  thousands  of  young  giants,  unarmed,  rin- 
equipped,  and  often  unfed,  ordered  to  the 
front  to  stop  the  German  advance  with  clubs, 
with  their  defenseless  bodies.  If  anyone  thinks 
the  Russian  masses  wanted  this  war,  he  has 
only  to  put  his  ear  to  the  ground  these  days 
when  the  Russian  masses  are  breaking  their 
age-long  silence,  and  hear  the  approaching 
rumble  of  peace. 

Happily,  I  was  in  Bulgaria  when  she  was 
forced  into  the  war  by  her  King  and  German 
diplomacy;  and  I  had  an  opportunity  to  study 
a  modern  nation  in  the  act  of  tricking  its  peo- 
ple. For  seven  out  of  the  thirteen  political 
parties  in  Bulgaria,  representing  a  majority 
of  the  people,  were  against  going  to  war,  and 
through  their  regularly  appointed  delegates 
conveyed  their  position  to  the  king,  demanding 
the  calling  of  parliament.  But  the  King,  the 
Ministers  and  the  military  authorities  re- 
sponded by  suddenly  decreeing  mobilization, 
— with  a«troke  of  the  pen  converting  a  nation 
into  an  army — and  from  that  moment  all  com- 
munication between  citizens,  all  protest,  ceas- 
ed— or  was  choked  in  blood. 

I  could  go  on  telling  of  Italy,  of  Roumania, 
of  Belgium  under  the  Germans,  how  every- 
where I  saw  the  one  main  fact,  repeated  over 
and  over  again,  that  this  was  not  a  war  of  the 
people,  that  the  masses  in  the  different  coun- 
tries had,  and  have,  no  motive  in  continuing 
the  struggle  e.xcept  defense,  and  revenge;  and 
that  even  now  the  millions  of  men  on  all  the 
fronts  would  stop  fighting,  lay  down  their 
arms  and  go  home,  at  a  word  of  command. 


What  Crime  Did  the 
Tsar  Commit? 

strange     Story     of    Secret     Buried     in 

Chancelleries — The  Situation 

in  Russia. 


A  REMARKABLE  article  on  the  Russian 
situation  is  contributed  by  E.  J.  Dillon  to 
The  Fortnightly.  He  brings  strong  evi- 
dence to  show  that  Russia  is  in  bad  shape 
from  the  standpoint  of  the  Allies  and  ad- 
duces that  the  other  nations  need  expect  little 
assistance  from  Russia  in  the  prosecution  of 
the  war  from  now  on.  Another  interesting 
feature  is  a  hint  that  he  gives  at  a  crime 
committed  by  the  Tsar  at  some  recent  date, 
a  very  serious  matter  which  came  to  the  at- 
attention  of  the  British  Government.  He 
writes: 

The  outbreak  of  the  Russian  Revolution  in 
March  was,  I  think,  one  of  the  failures  of 
Entente  statesmanship.  It  could  and  should 
have  been  foreseen  and  directed.  If,  instead 
of  waiting  upon  events  and  eulogizing  every- 
thing done  by  our  allies,  our  Government  had 
hearkened  to  those  who  assured  it  that  the 
Russian  uprising  would  take  place  in  March 
or  April,  and  had  turned  the  revolutionary 
current  into  a  safe  channel,  our  Slav  ally 
might  now  be  pressing  hard  upon  the  Aus- 
trians  and  Germans  in  the  East  and  our  great 
offensive  might  already  be  in  full  swing. 

What  should,  I  ventured  to  think,  be  un- 
dertaken, was  a  step  from  which  the  present 
British  Foreign  Office  would  instinctively 
shrink  as  from  a  suicidal  or  treasonable  act: 
such  mild  intervention  in  Russia's  domestic 
affairs  as  is  obviously  legitimate,  because  it 
would  have  saved  her  from  a  catastrophe  and 
helped  her  allies  to  victory.  Had  it  been 
adopted  in  good  time,  a  representative  of  one 
of  the  Allied  Government  would  have  de- 
manded an  audience  of  the  Tsar  in  January 
or  February  and  spoken  to  him  somewhat  in 
this  fashion: — 

"Your  subjects,  sire,  are  on  the  eve  of  a 
revolution,  and  your  dynasty  is  on  the  brink 


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of  ruin,  and  I  have  come  on  the  part  of  your 
allies  to  give  you  warning  and  offer  you 
effective  help.  In  ordinary  times  it  would 
have  been  for  you  to  discern  and  exorcise 
these  dangers — at  most  your  neighbor  Kaiser 
Wilhelm  might  perhaps  have  redeemed  his  pro- 
mise and  stepped  in  to  succour  you.  To-day 
you  are  our  ally,  and  we  have  a  duty  to  you  as 
well  as  to  ourselves,  which  may  be  likened  to 
that  of  comrades  on  a  Polar  Expedition,  the 
duty  of  offering,  and  if  needs  be  pressing 
amicably  upon  you,  our  assistance.  A  travel- 
ler in  those  regions,  overcome  by  the  cold  and 
about  to  close  his  eyes  in  eternal  sleep,  is 
roused  by  his  comrades,  if  possible  by  plain 
language,  but  should  that  prove  unavailing, 
by  more  effective  methods.  The  Allied  Gov- 
ernments have  to-day  sent  me  hither  on  a 
like  errand,  respectfully  to  express  their  hope 
that  you  will  yourself  ward  off  the  disaster 
which  is  imminent  by  enlarging  the  powers 
of  the  Duma,  appointing  a  Parliamentary 
Cabinet  worthy  of  the  confidence  of  the  Legis- 
lature, and  handing  over  to  your  responsible 
Ministers  the  conduct  of  the  war.  To  be 
effective  these  measures  ought  to  be  put  in 
force  without  delay. 

"It  is  practically  certain,  sire,  that  vast 
changes  are  impending  in  your  Empire,  and 
it  is  of  supreme  moment  that  they  should 
emanate  from  the  throne — still  the  centre  of 
all  power — and  that  their  limits  should  not 
be  set  by  anyone  but  yourself.  You  must  be 
aware  that  the  opposition,  overt  and  covert, 
to  the  dynasty  and  the  regime,  is  growing 
rapidly  in  numbers  and  in  influence,  that 
members  of  your  august  family  are  accused  of 
being  the  cause  of  remissness  in  the  prosecu- 
tion of  the  war,  and  that  these  charges,  be- 
ing believed,  supply  a  powerful  leverage  to 
your  enemies.  Happily  no  convincing  grounds 
have  until  now  been  adduced  in  support  of 
them;  had  it  been  otherwise,  popular  indig- 
nation, set  ablaze,  would  have  wrought  irre- 
parable mischief.  I  regret,  however,  to  have 
to  tell  you  that  to-day  very  solid  grounds  for 
this  .  indictment  have  been  discovered.  To 
reveal  them  to  the  world  would  be  to  fire  the 
mine  under  the  monarchical  fabric.  And  to 
hinder  this  catastrophe  is  one  of  the  objects  of 
my   mission. 

"On  a  certain  day  of  a  certain  year  Your 
Majesty,  moved  no  doubt  by  the  most  upright 
intentions,  struck  up  a  compact  which,  to  the 
thinking  of  the  average  mind,  Russian  and 
foreign,  admits  of  no  justification.  It  exposed 
your  Government  and  your  people,  as  well  as 
yourseK,  to  the  severest  blame.  It  consti- 
tutes the  one  inexpiable  sin  which  it  was  in 
the  power  of  an  autocratic  monarch  to  com- 
mit. The  circumstances  are  all  known  to- 
day. I  can  if  you  wish  describe  them.  Know- 
ledge, it  has  been  said,  is  power;  knowledge  of 
this  incident  is  destructive  power  which, 
wielded  by  the  opposition,  must  have  unto- 
ward results.  By  acting  upon  your  allies' 
suggestion,  sire,  you  will  obviate  these  results, 
disarm  your  enemies,  save  the  monarchy, 
raise  up  millions  of  friends  at  home  and 
abroad,  and  render  inestimable  services  to 
your  people,  your  allies,  and  humanity  at 
large.  Of  the  alternative  and  its  sequel  you 
best  know  what  to  think,  you  who  spontane- 
ously made  such  large  concessions  to  your 
subjects  in  1905,  and  are  reputed  among 
your  people  to  be  a  model  spouse  and  a  tender 
father." 

To  that  message  there  could,  I  hold,  have 
been  but  one  answer.  The  Tsar  would  have 
deferred  to  the  Allies'  wishes,  realizing  as 
he  must  the  dire  consequences  which  the  dis- 
closure of  his  stumble  would  have  brought 
forth. 

What  manner  of  skeleton,  the  reader  may 
ask,  lay  hidden  away  in  the  Imperial  cup- 
board, still  capable  of  making  such  mischief 
after  it  had  ceased  to  be  a  living  force?  If  it 
was  a  political  act,  was  it  not  known  long 
since  to  the  British  Foreign  Office,  and  if  so, 
was  it  not  a  Damocles'  sword  that  might  fall 
on  the  monarch's  head  independently  of  the 
Allied  Governments'  will?  To  these  questions 
the  answers  are  in  the  negative.  Odd  though 
it  may  seem,  the  matter  alluded  to  had  been 
hidden  from  the  British  and  other  Govern- 
ments, and  of  the  half-dozen  men  who  were 
parties  to  it  three  had  already  died.  As 
chance  would  have  it,  I  was  conversant  with 
all  that  the  initiated  State  dignitaries  knew 
about  it,  but  I  was  at  first  pledged  to  secrecy. 


One  day,  however,  I  suddenly  received  unsoli- 
cited permission  to  inform  the  British  Gov- 
ernment of  the  fact. 

Accordingly  I  approached  an  eminent  per- 
sonage, then  the  authorized  spokesman,  with 
whom  I  was  personally  acquainted.  Hearing 
tha^  I  had  a  momentous  State  secret  to  con- 
fide to  him  which  would  throw  a  surpising 
light  on  familiar  faces  and  things,  he  thanked 
me  and  said  that  my  communication  would 
have  his  most  careful  attention.  But  hardly 
had  I  begun  my  narrative  when  he  looked  dis- 
mayed, stopped  me,  and  exclaimed:  "I  am 
afraid  I  didn't  understand  you.  It's  about 
some  of  the  Tsar's  doings  that  you  want  to 
tell  me,  is  it?  Hm!  Something  which  if  true 
would  discredit  his  Majesty  in  our  eyes  and 

— and .     No,  no,  you  really  must  not  ask 

me  to  listen  to  anything  that  reflects  on  the 
Emperor's  loyalty,  on  his  good  faith.  We  put 
absolute  trust  in  his  word.  Absolute  trust. 
You  must  dispense  me,  therefore,  from  listen- 
ing to  your  story,  and  you,  if  you  knew  him 
better,  would  refrain  from  telling  or  believ- 
ing it,  whatever  it  may  be. ' 

Accordingly  I  have  kept  it  to  myself  until 
now.  I  may  add  that  that  eminent  represent- 
ative of  the  British  Government  has  since 
learned  that  he  was  mistaken  in  his  judgment 
and  wrong  in  depriving  not  merely  himself, 
but  also  the  State,  of  a  powerful  lever  in 
transacting  the  business  of  the  nation.  For 
even  to-day  neither  he  nor  the  Ministers  of 
the  Crown,  past  or  present,  are  acquainted 
with  the  particulars  of  that  astoniching  epi- 
sode. None  the  less,  the  generous  trust  in 
the  Tsar's  loyalty  which  prevented  the  re- 
sponsible representative  of  the  British  Gov- 
ernment from  listening  to  a  set  of  important 
facts  which  it  concerned  them  to  know  de- 
serves to  be  recorded  witn  a  feeling  akin  to 
admiration. 

Neither  the  British  nor  the  French  Govern- 
ment gauged  Ihc  trend  of  the  Russian  politi- 
cal currents  which  swept  away  the  old  regime 
last  March,  nor  did  they  seriously  attempt  to 
canalize  them.  They  were  assured  by  the 
colleagues  whom  they  had  sent  out  to  study 
the  situation  there  that  the  Revolution,  which 
would  be  primarily  political,  would  not  break 
out  until  the  war  was  over.  And  when  at 
last  the  disruptive  forces  which  average 
statecraft  would  have  made  subservient  to  the 
Allies'  vital  interests  were  suddenly  let  loose, 
the  chief  of  the  British  Government  supplied 
the  Allied  peoples  with  the  official  clue  by 
which  to  thread  the  revolutionary  maze  in  the 
way  best  suited  to  their  sanguine  tempera- 
ment. The  uprising  against  the  Tsardora 
constituted,  he  told  them,  the  greatest  service 
which  the  Russian  people  could  possibly  ren- 
der to  their  admiring  Allies.  And  the  Press 
re-echoed  the  assurance.  These  appreciative 
interpreters,  fancying  that  the  upheaval  at 
that  conjuncture  was  essentially  a  war  move- 
ment, a  protest  against  the  lukewarmness 
with  which  the  campaign  was  being  prose- 
cuted, foretold  miraculous  military  achieve- 
ments during  Russia's  next  offensive.  In 
truth,  the  mainspring  of  the  movement  was 
not  military,  nor  even  political,  but  social  and 
economic,  and  the  people  who  directed  it  were 
enterprising  Social  Democrats. 

Western  peoples  and  statesmen  would  seem 
to  be  constitutionally  incapable  of  so  far  un- 
derstanding the  mechanism  of  the  Russian 
mind  as  to  be  able  to  reckon  with  it  as  an 
international  factor.  Nor  is  it  a  facile  task. 
For  years  on  end  the  play  of  motives  upon 
will  may  seem  to  differ  little  in  the  Russian 
from  that  of  other  peoples;  then  all  of  a 
sudden  the  wholly  unexpected  occurs,  and  the 
Slav  appears  in  a  new  and  unrehearsed  part, 
disconcerting  his  friends  and  acquaintances. 
But  the  recent  upheaval  was  neither  sudden 
in  point  of  time  nor  surprising  in  character. 
It  could  and  should  have  been  foreseen.  And 
what  is  more,  the  events  of  the  years  1905-6 
ought  to  have  made  clear  to  the  dullest  ap- 
prehension what  the  sudden  overthrow  of  the 
Tsardom  would  necessarily  involve.  Nothing 
was  foreseen  by  the  Government  and  those 
who  had  the  knowledge  and  experience  were 
not  questioned. 

The  Russian  peasant  is  not  a  warrior  by 
nature.  On  the  contrary,  he  loathes  blood- 
shed, hates  organized  violence,  and  would  fain 
abolish  war  and  interest  himself  in  rural 
affairs.  None  of  the  campaigns  of  recent 
date  appealed  to  his  sense  of  patriotism;   he 


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Building  a  Big  Business  in 

Canada 

The  Four  Essentials — The  Hard  Things  — 
The  Well- Worn  Way -"A  Little  Advertis- 
ing in  a  Few  Magazines" — A  Yearly  Ex- 
penditure of  $3000 -$5000. 


THE  way  to  great  and  lasting 
success  in  creating  and  holding 
demand  for  a  product  is  well 
known  and  well  worn — a  way  any 
maker  of  an  article  usable  by  the 
public  can  take: 

1.  The  article  must  have  positive 

merit; 

2.  It  must  be  identifiable; 

3.  It  must  be  readily  obtainable; 

4.  It  must  be  advertised. 


Making  and  marking  the  product 
are  simple  matters. 

Getting  retailers  to  stock  it  is  more 
difficult,  'tedious  and  costly,  requir- 
ing travellers. 

Getting  the  public  to  want  and  ask 
for  it  is  hardest  of  all,  and  calls  for 
public  advertising. 


Hundreds  upon  hundreds  of  the 
giant  firms  making  nationally- 
known  and  nationally-consumed 
products  began  their  upward  career 
by  doing  "a  little  advertising  in  a  few 
magazines,"  and  extended  their 
advertising  as  to 

Size  of  space  used; 
List  of  media  used; 
Frequency  of  insertions;  and 

Intensive  work 

i 
as  their  success  made  possible.'- 

But  they  began  their  publicity  safely 
and  soundly,  by  doing 

"A  little  advertising  in  a  few 
magazines" 


The  use  of  national  magazines  was 
and  is  the  ba-se  line.  This  is  the  well- 
known,  well-tried,  well-worn  way; 
ind  it  has  the  merit  of  economy. 


Take  the  Canadian  group  of  maga- 
zines listed  below. 

Their  comlnned  line  rate  is  in  the 
neighborhood  of  $2 — or  $28  a  single 
column  inch.  Their  combined  cir- 
culations exceed  325,000  copies. 

A  100-line  advertisement,  using  all 
the  publications  listed,  will  cost 
approximately  $200.  $3,000  to 
$5,000  spent  in  them  in  the  course 
of  a  year  will  give  a  manufacturer 
the  publicity  necessary  to  get  his 
product  known  and  asked  for  by  the 
public  and  by  the  retail  distributing 
trade  as  well. 


Retailers  will  buy  merchandise 
known  to  and  wanted  by  their  cas- 
tomers.  Travellers  get  business  more 
readily,  more  regularly  and  in  lar- 
ger volume  when  national  advertis- 
ing supports  their  canvasses. 


Bear  this  in  mind;  325,000  circula- 
tion in  Canada  is  the  equivalent  of 
6,450,000  in  the  United  States.  This 
circulation  of  325,000  in  Canada  is 
tremendously  big,  penetrating  and 
influential,  and  the  group  of  maga- 
zines providing  this  circulation  are  a 
most  attractive  "buv." 


To  create  and  hold  demand  in  Can- 
ada; to  accomplish  the  result  surely, 
permanently  and  economically ;  and 
to  build  a  big  business,  a  manufac- 
turer should  start  with 

"  A  little  advertising  in  a  few 
magazines" 

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EVERYWOMAN'S  WORLD 
WORLD  WIDE 


Merely  accepted  the  inevitable  at  the  hands 
of  Fate's  lieutenant — the  Tsar.  Now  that  he 
himself  wields  the  power  he  would  fain  em- 
body his  will  in  law.  Hence  capital  punish- 
ment has  been  abolished,  war  solemnly  de- 
nounced, and  an  armistice  tacitly  accepted  on 
the  Eastern  front.  It  is  not  exactly  a  sep- 
arate peace  that  new  Russia  yearns  for,  but 
a  general  cessation  of  hostilities,  failing  which 
a  separate  peace  is  contemplated  as  an  alter- 
native. The  informal  armistice  at  present 
existing  has  enabled  the  Germans  to  hurl  a 
large  number  of  men  against  our  Western 
line  and  regulate  the  distance  between  our 
striving  and  achievements  there.  And  this  is 
one  of  the  first-fruits  of  the  Revolution. 
True,  the  ideals  that  hover  above  it  are  no- 
wise wanting  in  grandeur  or  nobility,  but 
they  are  nebulous  and  obviously  unapproach- 
able, while  the  gospel  of  a  certain  number  of 
its  champions  may  aptly  be  described  as 
Tolstoyan  anarchism  harnessed  to  individual 
selfishness. 

It  is  to  be  deplored  that  the  British  public 
is  not  adequately  informed  about  the  condi- 
tion of  things  in  Russia,  at  any  rate  in  so  far 
as  it  affects  the  military  and  political  out- 
look of  the  Allies.  Now  and  again  the  daily 
papers  announce  "more  hopeful  tidings  from 
Petrograd,"  and  lead  \he  public  to  expect 
adequate  military  co-operation.  For  example: 
"From  all  sides  come  indications  that  Russia 
is  awakening  to  the  necessity  for  an  offensive 
campaign  without  delay,"  one  influential  or- 
gan assures  us.  "Delegates  from  the  soldiers 
of  General  Brussiloff's  Army  have  passed  a 
unanimous  resolution  to  this  effect.  The  con- 
gress of  officer  delegates  in  Petrograd  has 
decided  by  a  huge  majority  in  favor  of  an 
immediate  advance.  All  the  cavalry  regiments 
have  sworn  to  march  against  the  foe."  This 
is  pleasant  reading,  because  it  conveys  the 
impression  that  Russia  is  again  about  to  gird 
her  loins,  sally  forth,  and  pulverize  the  forces 
of  the  enemy.  But  that  impression  lacks 
depth  and  durability,  and  those  optimists 
among  us  who  continue  to  look  for  the  reap- 
pearance of  the  huge  steam-roller  may  have 
to  make  the  most  of  the  graceful  Russian 
ballet.  True,  the  Provisional  Government  has 
widened  its  base  by  admitting  into  the  Cabi- 
net representatives  of  various  political  parties 
who  may  decide  to  carry  on  the  war  "with 
unwonted  vigour  and  without  delay."  Our 
present  criterion,  however,  is  not  words  but 
results.  The  all-important  point  is  not  what 
the  Cabinet  or  the  officer  delegates  may  re- 
solve, but  whether  the  soldiers  intend  to  obey 
them.  I  should  be  delighted  to  come  across 
evide.nces  of  such  intention  among  the  main 
armies,  but  the  statements  I  have  received 
on  the  subject,  oral  from  Russia's  military 
delegates  in  France,  and  written  from  other 
delegates  in  Petrograd,  keep  me  from  sharing 
the  honeful  anticipations  of  so  many  well-in- 
formed British  publicists  at  home;  i)ut  I  fer- 
vently hope  that  they  are  right. 

Where,  one  may  ask,  are  Russia's  mighty 
armies  of  last  year,  where  the  military  com- 
manders whose  strategy  we  admired,  whose 
exploits  we  gratefully  recorded,  and  whose 
future  achievements  we  liberally  discounted  in 
all  our  forecasts? 

To-day  there  are  several  authorities,  one 
Cabinet,  various  councils,  one  Duma,  many 
Ministers,  and  no  Government  in  the  land. 
Socialist  rule  is  felt  by  the  population  as  an 
irksome  burden  which  gives  little  or  nothing 
in  return  to  those  who  endure  it.  Private  pro- 
perty is  no  longer  protected  by  the  State.  The 
peasants  who  covet  the  soil  are  impatient  to 
enter  into  possession  of  it,  and  in  several 
■provinces  are  riotously  proceeding  with  the 
work  of  expropriation  which  they  carry  with 
a  high  hand  in  utter  contempt  of  the  law. 

The  Provisional  Government  has  forbidden 
the  peasantry  thus  to  take  matters  into  their 
own  hands,  but  it  lacks  power  to  enforce  its 
decrees.  The  evidences  of  this  are  overwhelm- 
ing. We  learn  that  in  the  Lukoyanoff  district 
of  the  Province  of  Nishny  Novgorod  the  peas- 
ants are  seizing  the  land  and  dismissing  those 
who  had  charge  of  it.  In  the  GorbatofTsky 
District  violent  troubles  have  broken  out  in 
connection  with  the  eviction  of  land-owners. 
In  the  Stavropol  District  of  the  Province  of 
Samara  the  peasants  seized  and  put  to  death 
the  village  elder  and  the  secretary,  and  were 
also  about  to  make  away  with  all  the  well-to- 
do  inhabitants  when  some  militiamen  provi- 


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dentially   arrived   and    put   a    temporary   end 
to  the  disorders. 

The  newspaper  columns  are  filled  with 
telegrams  from  desperate  landlords  vainly 
calling  on  the  authorities  to  protect  them. 
Thus  Count  Keller  telegraphed:  "The  village 
is  subjected  to  a  pogrom.  I  am  arrested.  My 
house  has  been  gutted."  In  Kakhetia  magni- 
ficent forests  are  being  cut  down  by  the  peas- 
antry. In  the  Knighinin  district  the  crowd 
attacked  the  Zvantsovo  estate,  took  the  peo- 
ple on  it  prisoners,  and  drove  away  the 
cattle. 

These  are  but  a  few  typical  instances,  and 
by  no  means  the  most  striking.  Everywhere 
the  peasants  have  recognized  the  principle  of 
confiscation.  In  the  Province  of  Penza  the 
Peasants'  Council  passed  a  resolution  in 
favor  of  socializing  all  land,  and  is  showing 
its  determination  to  have  that  decree  execut- 
ed. The  representatives  of  the  Provisional 
Government  have  been  driven  away  and  the 
marshall  of  the  nobility  arrested.  In  Bielo- 
zerye.  Province  of  Simbirsk,  the  peasants' 
convention  decided  to  seize  without  compensa- 
tion all  lands  belonging  to  private  owners, 
with  the  exception  of  100  dessiatines,  which 
each  one  may  keep  for  himself  and  till,  or,  if 
he  prefer  it,  let,  but  not  for  more  than  six 
roubles  a  dessiatine. 

The  respectable  Moscow  journal,  Ruaskiya 
Vedomosti,  writes:  "The  country  in  parts  is  a 
prey  to  wild  propaganda,  which  is  provoking 
pogroms.  Private  people  are  being  arrested 
and  deprived  of  liberty.  Personal  spite  is 
gratified  against  local  public  men,  working 
men,  and  other  inhabitants.  Absurd  rumors 
are  launched,  such  as  that  orders  have  been 
given  to  smash  all  crosses  on  churches,  etc." 
In  Bessarabia,  Podolia,  Mohiliff,  and  Kieff 
pogroms  are  imminent,  may  indeed  have  al- 
ready taken  place.  In  the  Province  of  Sara- 
toff  the  Peasants'  Congress  passed  this  reso- 
lution: "Private  property  in  land  within  the 
boundaries  of  the  Russian  Republic  is  abol- 
ished for  all  time.  Land  in  all  its  forms  shall 
belong  to  the  entire  nation.  All  citizens,  male 
and  female,  possess  an  equal  right  to  the 
usufruct  of  the  soil  provided  that  they  till  it 
with  their  own  hands  within  the  normal 
labor  limits.  The  land  shall  be  withdrawn 
from  its  present  owners  without  compensa- 
tion" ,      ~  . 

But  whatever  course  internal  atiairs  may 
take,  it  is  probable  that  the  throes  of  revolu- 
tionary change  will  numb  Russia's  military 
arm  for  long  years  to  come.  Among  the  dan- 
gers which  this  temporary  paralysis  will  ren- 
der imminent  there  are  two  which  merit 
special  attention.  The  territory  of  the  Great 
Russians  situated  in  the  North-east  is  sep- 
arated from  the  Baltic  Sea  by  Finland  and 
the  Baltic  Provinces,  and  from  the  Black  Sea 
by  the  territory  of  the  Little  Russians  or 
Ukraninians.  Now  as  the  Finns  and  the 
Baits  are  resolved  to  set  up  under-republics 
for  themselves,  and  as  they  are  friendly  to 
Germany  and  look  askance  upon  Russia,  the 
Baltic  Sea  runs  the  risk  of  becoming  a  Ger- 
man lake.  The  Little  Russians,  too,  who 
already  possess  the  nucleus  of  a  national 
army,  and  have  long  been  backed  in  prosecut- 
ing their  patriotic  designs  by  the  Austrians 
and  the  Germans,  might  with  their  under- 
republic  play  into  the  Teutons'  hands  and 
bar  Russia's  way  to  the  Black  Sea,  which 
would  fall  under  the  sway  of  the  Mid-Euro- 
pean Federation.  In  this  way  Germany 
would  become  the  mistress  of  all  Eastern 
Europe,  treat  Russia  as  a  hinterland,  and  turn 
the  Slav  market  into  a  Teuton  monopoly. 

To  prevent  this  consummation  a  united 
and  powerful  Polish  State  is,  I  take  it,  the 
only  efficacious  means — a  State  which  by  in- 
corporating Dantzig  would  reduce  by  nearly 
fifty  per  cent.,  the  German  seaboard  on  the 
Baltic.  This  measure  would  also  emancipate 
Sweden  from  the  Germans  and  raise  a  bar- 
rier between  these  and  the  Black  Sea. 

In  other  words,  the  social  burst-up  of  Rus- 
sia obviously  forbids  the  curtailment  and  ne- 
cessitates the  extension  of  the  Allies'  war 
aims.  For  without  this  the  essential  object 
of  all  their  efforts  will  remain  beyond  their 
reach.  At  the  head  of  a  Central  European 
League  Germany  will  become  the  mistress  of 
Continental  Europe,  and  whatever  we  may 
compel  her  to  do  in  France  or  Belgium  will 
not  hinder  her  from  acquiring  hegemony  on 
the    entire    Continent.      The    creation    of    a 


This  Dainty  Dish 

Is  Hidden  In  An 
Ordinary  Carton 

Every  First-Time  User  Is  Surprised 

You  see  on  every  grocer'.s  shelf  some  rows  of  Puffed  Grain  cartons — 
Puffed  Wheat  and  Puffed  Rice. 

They  look  like  ordinary  cereals.  And  thousands  of  people,  even  yet, 
don't  know  what  lies  within. 

Open  a  package — say  of  Puffed  Wheat — and  you  find  whole  wheat 
grains  puffed  to  eight  times  normal  size. 

You  find  airy,  flaky  bubbles,  flimsy  and  flaky,  toasted,  thin  and 
crisp.    Taste  them  and  they  taste  like  toasted  nut  meats. 
With  sugar  and  cream  they  tast«  like  confections.     In  bowls  of 
milk  they  are  almond-flavored  wafers.    Mixed  with  fruit  they  give 
one  a  most  enticing  blend. 

To  folks  who  discover  them,  they  bring  to  a  thousand  meals  a  multi- 
plied delight.  Nothing  else  made  from  wheat  or  rice  is  comparable 
with  Puffed  Grains. 


Puffed      Puffed 
Wheat         Rice 

Both  15c  Except  in  Far  West 


Yet  Puffed  Wheat  and  Rice  are  whole-grain  foods — the  utmost  in  nutrition. 
Each  grain  is  puffed  by  a  hundred  million  steam  explosions,  so  every  food 
cell  is  blasted.  By  Prof.  Anderson's  process — shooting  from  guns — -idiges- 
tion  is  made  easy  and  complete. 

So  these  are  scientific  grain  foods.  Every 
atom  is  fitted  to  feed.  They  supply  to 
folks,  in  a  dainty  way,  the  needed  whole- 
grain  nutrition. 


Salt  or  Butter  and  Let  Children 
Eat  Like  Peanuts 


Folks  who  don't  use  Puffed  Grains  are 
missing  more  than  they  know,  for  no 
other  food  Is  like  them. 


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strong  Polish  State  might  have  this  desir- 
able effect.  But  are  the  Allies  willing  and 
are  they  also  able  to  carry  it  through?  That 
is  the  crucial  point.  If  they  are,  as  it  is  the 
one  thing  to  do,  we  can  make  a  rough  guess 
at  the  duration  of  this  war,  a  guess  that  will 
not  be  more  than  six  or  eight  months'  out.  If 
they  are  not,  then  it  is  needless  to  dwell  upon 
the  practical  conclusions  that  flow  from  their 
impotence.     In  either  case  Russia's  defection 


has  made  a  vast  change  in  the  outlook.  On 
those  who  argue  that  with  America's  help, 
which  is  fast  assuming  concrete  shape,  we 
may  contrive  to  achieve  the  feat,  rests  the 
burden  of  proving  that  President  Wilson,  his 
Government,  and  his  people  can  be  induced 
to  fight  for  the  readjustment  of  the  balance 
of  power,  and  also  that  they  are  able  to 
throw  the  requisite  fighting  forces  into  the 
field  in  time  to  ensure  victory. 


The  Treason  of  German-American 
Newspapers 


Hyphenated  Press  is  Carrying  on  Insid- 
ious Campaign  Still. 


'  I  *  HAT  the  German-American  newspapers 
-*■  in  the  United  States  are  disloyal  and  that 
they  are  guardedly  carrying  on  German  pro- 
paganda work  still  is  the  sensational  charge 
made  by  Frank  Perry  Olds  in  The  Atlantic 
Monthly.  He  quotes  from  numerous  papers 
to  show  how  strongly  the  hyphenated  press 
stood  for  German  interests  at  every  stage  of 
the  negotiations  that  preceded  war.  He  then 
proceeds  to  show  what  is  being  done  at  the 
present  time: 

"America  first." 

That  is  to-day  one  of  the  German  editor's 
pet  slogans.  Under  that  banner  he  has  con- 
cealed the  second  and  most  important  unit  of 
his  revised  propaganda — the  creation  of  dis- 
trust in  our  Allies.  He  is  afraid  that  the  Allies 
will  impose  upon  us.  He  points  to  their  selfish- 
ness, their  greed;  and  he  advises  us  to  have 
nothing  to  do  with  them.  His  aim  is  clear.  If 
he  can  prevent  all  aid  from  this  country  to 
the  allies,  the  Allies  will  be  defeated  and  Ger- 
many, "our  true  friend,"  will  be  triumphant. 
No  opportunity  is  lost  to  point  out  the  per- 
fidy of  Albion,  who  "has  already  seen  to  the 
foundation  of  the  United  States  of  Great  Brit- 
ain and  America,  and  appointed  a  colonial 
governor  to  step  into  the  White  House  at  the 
opportune  moment.  We  must  have  nothing 
to  do  with  such  schemers."  The  Chicago 
Abendpost  expresses  the  prevalent  idea  thus: 
It  would  be  a  grievous  wrong,  a  crime 
against  the  people  and  the  country,  if  the 
United  States  should  now  put  at  the 
disposal  of  the  Entente  Powers  its 
money  and  what  it  has  of  war  supplies  and 
soldiers.  For  they  would  probably  be  only 
fruitless  victims  for  a  foreign  cause  and  one 
fundamentally  hostile  to  America.  If  the  im- 
probable should  happen  and  the  Entente, 
thanks  to  American  aid,  should  gain  victory 
over  Germany  and  her  allies,  we  would  only 
ourselves  put  the  British  yoke  about  our  necks 
and  make  ourselves  dependent  for  all  time  on 
the  British  Empire." 

To  avoid  conquest  by  the  British  we  must 
adhere  to  the  policy  of  "America  first." 

Just  what  do  German-American  editors 
mean  by  "America  first"? 

In  the  first  place,  we  must  not  let  the  Al- 
lies, "that  band  of  robbers,"  have  any  of  our 
money.  The  Allies  have  given  money  to  Im- 
perial Russia,  they  reason.  Through  the  revo- 
lution, they  have  lost  that  money,  and  they 
will  be  unable  to  pay  back  what  the  United 
States  has  already  lent  them.  Any  money  we 
give  the  Allies,  especially  Russia  and  Eng- 
land, will  be  thrown  away. 

In  the  second  place,  we  must  not  send  the 
Allies  any  food;  we  need  it  all  ourselves.  I 
imagine  no  one  will  dispute  the  fact 
that  our  food  situation  is  a  difficult 
one,  hut  it  is  not  true  we  have 
need  for  everything  which  we  produce. 
England  certainly  needs  every  bit  we  can  send, 
but  the  German  press  realizes  that  a  hungry 
England  will  not  fight  a  winning  war.  Edi- 
torials and  inciting  news-items  calculated  to 
arouse  the  laboring  classes  are  being  printed 
daily  in  pro-German  sheets.  Their  obvious 
purpose  is  to  inflame  public  opinion  that  food- 


riots  will  break  out  in  all  parts  of  the  country. 
Often  these  editorials  are  only  three  or  four 
lines  long,  but  frequently  several  are  printed 
the  same  day.  It  is  asserted  that  the  poor 
man  may  consider  himself  lucky  to-day,  since 
he  will  soon  be  unable  to  buy  any  provisions 
at  all.  A  picture  of  Americans  starving,  while 
the  English  gorge  themselves  with  American 
food,  is  certainly  neither  true  nor  patriotic, 
and  must,  when  repeated  daily,  have  behind  it 
a  sinister  purpose. 

In  the  third  place,  we  must  not  send  the  Al- 
lies any  men.  It  has  been  emphasized  that  all 
German-language  newspapers  favor  conscrip- 
tion. It  is  true  that  they  favor  it  as  a  prin- 
ciple, but  they  are  not  enthusiastic  about  it 
for  the  present  war.  The  Chicago  Abendpost, 
which  does  not  believe  that  active  participa- 
tion is  at  all  necessary,  suggests  that  we  let 
volunteers  go  to  Europe  and  keep  the  drafted 
army  at  home.  The  German  press  is  sure  that 
"at  least  six  months  are  necessary  to  train  a 
soldier."  It  is  equally  sure  that  Germany  will 
have  won  the  war  by  then.  Conscription  is 
an  excellent  thing,  "but  the  new  army  will  not 
have  to  fight,"  since  it  "will  not  be  sufficiently 
trained  to  be  sent  into  battle." 

After  having  made  these  three  suggestions, 
the  German  language  editor  makes  a  fourth: 
We  must  not  make  any  entangling  alliances. 
Admitting  that  we  are  unaccountably  co-oper- 
ating with  the  Allies,  he  insists  in  the  words  of 
the  Illinois  Staats-Z eitung ,  that  "There  can  be 
no  coalition  of  the  United  States  with  the  En- 
tente group,  since  the  latter  bow  to  the  same 
gods  of  Autocracy  and  of  suppression  of  the 
will  of  the  people  which  America  is  seeking  to 
destroy.  The  United  States  is  seeking  to  de- 
throne the  autocracies  of  Central  Europe;  but, 
as  soon  as  it  aligns  itself  with  the  Allies,  it 
permits  the  autocracies  of  Belgium,  Serbia, 
Montenegro,  and  Roumania  to  revive." 

"America  first"  and  the  Allies  not  at  all! 
There  is  only  one  thing  that  can  be  made  of 
such  a  program.  If  all  American  aid — money, 
food,  supplies,  men  —  were  denied  the  Allies, 
the  Allies  would  be  defeated.  It  is  not 
"America  first"  that  is  meant.  The  real 
words,  unprinted,  gradually  take  shape  in  the 
reader's  mind:  "Germany  first!" 

Since  the  sixth  day  of  April,  the  German- 
language  press  of  the  United  States  has  been 
pursuing  the  new  propaganda.  It  has  done 
its  best  to  help  Germany  by  throwing  stumb- 
ling blocks  in  the  way  of  an  effective  prosecu- 
tion of  the  war  by  the  United  States.  It  has 
gloated  in  six-column  heads  over  German  vic- 
tories and  allied  defeats.  It  has  consistently 
refused  to  believe  Allied  and  American  reports 
when  such  conflicted  with  those  emanating 
from  Berlin.  Since  the  sixth  day  of  April  it 
has  done  all  these  things,  and  many  of  them  it 
has  been  doing  since  the  beginning  of  the  war. 
The  cumulative  effect  of  such  a  propaganda 
can  hardly  be  overestimated.  If  it  is  also  re- 
membered that  the  dozen  largest  papers  are 
read  by  more  than  a  million  people,  it  will  be 
seen  that  we  have  here  a  force  worthy  of  no- 
tice— a  force  that  congratulates  La  Follette 
and  his  like  for  their  "courage,"  and  de- 
nounces anti-governmental  agitations  in  Ger- 
many as  conspiracies. 

Not  one  of  these  papers  has  expressed  an 
iota  of  sympathy  with  the  purposes  announced 
by  the  President  as  those  for  which  we  are 
fighting.  Before  the  declaration  of  war  they 
.supported  every  aim  of  the  most  extreme 
chauvinists  in  Germany,  and  by  no  word  has 
any    German-American     paper   indicated     a 


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change  of  belief.  As  the  Milwaukee  Oermania 
says, — 

"Our  friends  know  what  we  think  and  feel. 
This  paper  has  courageously  and  consistently 
expressed  its  convictions  in  this  matter.  The 
fact  that  war  has  now  been  declared  through 
the  expediency  of  recognizing  the  existence  of 
a  state  of  war  does  not  at  all  change  our  opin- 
ion and  our  convictions.  But  it  forces  us  to 
keep  silent  from  now  on." 

They  do  not  dare  to-day  to  attack  directly 
the  declared  purpose  of  the  United  States,  but 
they  still  can  and  do  attack  every  statement 
of  the  purposes  of  our  allies,  which  are  now  in 
the  main  outline  those  of  the  United  States. 
Their  campaign  of  racial  division  has  contin- 
ued unabated.  In  every  line  is  apparent  the 
attempt  to  make  the  American  citizen  of  Ger- 
man birth  or  descent  feel  that  he  is  a  man 
apart  from  the  common  herd  of  Americans: 
that  he  is  of  better  stuff;  that  his  ideals  are 
different;  that  he  is  a  much  higher  creation 
than  the  ordinary  dollar-chaser  of  Dollarika. 
Almost  daily  admonitions  are  printed:  "Be 
careful  to  whom  you  talk."  "Don't  express 
your  views  on  the  war"— the  implication  being 
that  the  German-American  is  not  loyal,  does 
not  believe  in  the  justice  of  the  country's 
cause,  and  that,  if  he  should  speak  his  mind,  he 
would  be  exposed  to  the  charge  of  treason. 

At  least  one  million  men,  women  and  chil- 
dren living  in  the  United  States  are  being 
misinformed  and  misguided.  Many  of  them 
are,  no  doubt,  being  converted  to  the 
propagandists'  ways  of  thinking.  The 
Constitution  allows  free  speech.  The 
Constitution  does  not  allow  comfort  to  the 
enemy.  The  case  of  the  German-American 
press  is  between  the  two.  What  are  we  going 
to  do  about  it?    What  can  we  do  about  it? 


The  Pigeon-blood 

Rubies  of  Perak 

Continued  from  page  43. 

little  old  Broadway!  Something  fishy 
about  that" 

"They  may  have  kidnapped  me  for  a 
ransom  and  got  cold  feet,"  suggested 
Cathew. 

"Maybe!" 

"Well,  I'll  see  that  crimp  again  some 
day.  Corrigan,  have  you  got  any  money?" 

"A  hundred  and  ten  dollars.  It  took 
me  three  years  to  save  it." 

"A  hundred  and  ten,  and  you  signed 
on?" 

"I  vfanted  to  get  to  Singapore  the 
cheapest  and  quickest  way  there  was." 

"But  why  Singapore?" 

"Maybe  I'll  tell  you  some  day." 

"You're  a  puzzle.  You're  an  educated 
man.  I've  listened  to  your  talk.  You 
ought  to  be  something  better  than  a  fire- 
man at  twenty-six  the  month." 

"Sure.  I  went  half  way  through  high 
school,  and  read  a  lot.  Then  I  got  mixed 
up  in  the  fight  game;  later,  with  Old 
John  Barleycorn;  and  here  I  am.  Oh, 
there  was  a  woman  in  it,  and  when  she 
passed  out  of  my  life,  everything  else 
worth  while  passed  out  with  her.  She 
was  a  poor  thing;  and  a  strong  man  loves 
only  once.  But  why  this  question  about 
money" 

"I  want  to  send  a  cable  from  Colombo. 
There's  a  mother  back  there,"  with  a  nod 
toward  the  west,  "and  I  want  her  to  know 
what's  become  of  me.  Besides,  I  want 
some  cash  waiting  for  me  when  I  land  at 
Singapore." 

"Cash?  Can  you  get  some?"  asked 
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month." 

"Do  you  mean  to  say  your  old  man  let 
you  have  that  much  for  booze  and  cigar- 
ettes?" 

Cathew  laughed.  "A  lot  more  thian 
that.  The  two  hundred  was  a  new  deal 
the  day  I  was  shanghaied." 

"How  much  can  you  get?" 

"Six  hundred,  maybe  eight." 

Corrigan  fondled  his  "tin-ear,"  single 
evidence  of  that  strenuous  past  in  the 
squared  ring.  Then  he  plucked  at  the 
sweltering  tar  in  the  crack  beside  him. 

"Are  you  game?" 

"In  what  way?" 

"I  mean,  are  you  willing  to  risk  death?" 

"That  depends  upon  what  I  go  after. 
What  have  you  got  up  your   sleeve?" 

"Seven  pigeon-blood  rubies  each  as  big 
as  your  eye  and  an  emerald  that'll  make 
your  heart  jump  up  in  your  gullet  and 
stick  there.  For  some  years  I've  known 
about  them,  but  I  never  could  get  enough 
dough  together.  Fifty  never  looked  big 
enough  to  save,  so  I'd  booze  it.  But  this 
is  a  game  where  you  play  death  both  ends 
from  the  middle." 

"I'll  go  along  if  you  want  me." 

"Shake.  When  we  reach  Colombo  I'll 
dig  up  enough  for  your  cable  home.  And 
I'll  have  my  last  souse.  It'll  be  a  good 
one.    What'll  the  cable  cost?" 

"About  twelve  I  should  think." 

"That'll  leave  me  eight.  I'll  pack  the 
other  ninety  in  your  jeans.  How  about 
your  thirst?" 

"I'm  on  the  water  wagon,  and  I'm  going 
to  stay  there." 

"Positive?" 

"Absolutely." 

"First  leave  ashore,  and  no  thirst! 
You'll  never  make  a  sailor.  But  you're 
game,  as  I  said  you  were  the  morning  I 
picked  you  up." 

"I'll  stick.  If  you've  got  a  drunk  on 
your  mind  there's  no  use  of  arguing." 

"None  whatever.  I  haven't  got  any 
family  life  you  have.  Nobody  cares.  All 
aboard  for  Perak  and  seven  pigeon-bloods 
as  big  as  your  eye,  huh?  Here  comes 
some  of  those  rubber-necks.  Mum's  the 
word.'* 

AT  Colombo,  Cathew  sent  his  cable,  and 
his  heart  grew  light  at  the  thought 
of  the  welcome  that  message  would  re- 
ceive within  forty  hours. 

Being  a  man  of  his  word,  Corrigan 
got  drunk  on  his  twenty-four  rupees. 
He  zigzagged  about  town  in  such  a  hap- 
hazard way  that  the  confusion  and  in- 
direction of  it  reminded  Cathew  of  the 
short-lines  connecting  his  father's  pet 
railroad.  The  Cingalese  rickshaw  boys 
sweated  and  tugged,  and  Corrigan  shout- 
ed Hindustani  at  their  bobbing  turbans. 
It  was  midnight  when  they  found  a  boat 
to  carry  them  out  to  the  Limerick. 

"Got  a  rupee?"  asked  Corrigan  drow- 
sily. 

"Not  a  red." 

"Oh,  well;  give  the  boatman  your 
watch." 

"But  I- haven't  got  my  watch,"  laughed 
Cathew. 

"Well,  here's  mine,"  and  Corrigan 
passed  out  to  the  boatman  a  handsome 
Ingersoll,  worth  at  this  period  of  service 
about  twenty-seven  cents.  To  the  boat- 
man it  was  a  magnificent  gift  and  in  his 
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"Huzoor,"  the  native  began,  "may  your 
honored  worship " 

But  Corrigan  shut  him  off,  staggered 
to  the  ladder,  swung  himself  on,  and  went 
up  with  occasional  boosts  from  Cathew. 
Mullins  was  waiting.  There  had  been 
several  desertions. 

"Oh,  ye'er  back,  are  ye?" 

"Sure  thing!  But  talk  nice  t'  me,  Mul- 
lins dear,  'r  I'm  li'ble  to  bite  your  ear 
off    ...    'r  kiss  you! 

"Oh,  th'  ship  it  was  th'  coffin, 
An'  the  grave  it  was  the  sea!" 

"Go  below,  ye  souse!"  growled  Mul- 
lins. 

Corrigan  turned  ominously,  but  Cathew 
pressed  him  toward  the  forecastle  com- 
panion; and  the  black  hole  of  it  swallowed 
them  up  for  the  night.  The  shoveller 
helped  the  fireman  into  his  bunk;  and  his 
interest  was  suddenly  stirred  by  a  strange 
bit  of  tattooing  on  the  calf  of  Corrigan's 
right  leg.  It  was  dimly  discernible  in  the 
murky  light. 

"What's  that  on  your  leg?"  Cathew 
whispered. 

"Huh?" 

"What's  that  tattooing?" 

"'S  the  map  .  .  .  ,"  and  Corrigan  fell 
asleep. 

And  mayhap  he  dreamed  of  seven 
pigeon-bloods  and  an  emerald  fit  for  a 
rajah's  ceremonial  turban;  of  bleached 
bones  grown  over  with  slithering  jungle- 
grass  on  the  road  winding  down  to  Perak. 

III. 

"T  T'S  like  this,"  said  Corrigan.    "You 

■I  can  lose  a  piece  of  paper,  but  you 
can't  very  well  lose  a  leg.  You  can  talk 
and  brag  when  you're  soused,  but  so  long 
as  you  take  the  leg  back  to  your  bunk, 
nobody's  any  the  wiser.  I  read  a  yarn 
once  of  a  woman  having  a  will  tattooed 
on  her  back,  and  that  gave  me  the  idea. 
I  did  the  tattooing.  Many's  the  half- 
dollar  I've  stowed  away  for  that  kind  of 
work.  Those  dots  tell  me  just  where  to 
go,  while  another  man,  having  my  leg  in 
his  dunnage-bag,  couldn't  get  within  a 
hundred  miles  of  the  spot.  But  it's  a 
game  with  death,  both  ends  from  the 
middle." 

"You  know  Malacca?" 

"A  little,"  answered  Corrigan,  looking 
down  at  the  flying-fish. 

"I'll  go." 

"And  I'll  teach  you  all  I  know  about  the 
country.  I  had  a  royal  souse  last  night, 
eh?  All  inside  of  eight  dollars.  'Twas 
the  bhang  on  top  of  the  champagne  that 
did  the  work.  Well,  I've  got  it  off  my 
mind.  And  now,  no  more  about  Perak 
till  we  leave  this  old  hooker  at  Singapore. 
Wish  I  was  sure  about  your  money  com- 
ing." 

"Wish  I  had  nothing  else  to  worry 
about,"  sighed  Cathew. 

When  the  Limerick's  mudhook  event- 
ually went  clattering  down  into  the  smil- 
ing shark-infested  harbor  of  Singapore, 
Cathew  felt  a  strange  wobbling  in  his 
knees.  Supposing  the  money  had  not 
come  from  home?  He  sought  out  the 
purser,  but  the  purser  declined  to  advance 
him  any  money  for  the  simple  reason  that 
his  pay  would  not  begin  until  after  the 
ship  had  left  Manila. 

"Do  you  mean  to  say  I've  nothing  com- 
ing?" 

"You  gave  an  order  to  Fall  for  three 
months'  pay." 

"That  crimp?     Look  here,  Mr.  Spoor, 


you  know  as  well  as  I  do  that  I  was 
drugged  and  shanghaied." 

"They  all  say  that,"  replied  the  purser, 
closing  the  shutter  of  his  window. 

Cathew  was  sorely  tempted  to  smash 
the  shutter  with  his  fist.  Some  day  he 
would  make  them  all  pay  for  this,  from 
Fall,  the  crimp,  to  Bannerman,  the  Cap- 
tain. 

"It's  an  old  game,"  said  Corrigan.  "He 
wouldn't  give  me  a  nickel  either.  They'll 
need  white  men  below  before  they  get  to 
Manila.     Where's  your  dunnage?" 

"On  my  back,"  said  Cathew  surlily. 

"Then  come  on.  Any  one  of  these  bum- 
boats  will  row  us  ashore." 

They  weren't  a  very  prepossessing  pair 
to  the  Consul-General,  who  instantly  sus- 
pected that  they  wanted  the  government 
to  ship  them  home,  to  lend  them  money, 
or  to  give  them  a  square  meal. 

They  were  both  in  need  of  a  hair-cut 
and  a  shave,  and  their  ears  and  necks 
and  the  rims  of  their  eyelids  explained 
the  character  of  work  in  which  they  had 
been  engaged.  But  the  moment  Cathew 
spoke,  the  Consul-General  reversed  his 
opinion. 

"My  name  is  Arthur  Cathew,  and  I 
am  expecting  a  cable  with  money  from 
New  York.  Is  there  anything  here  for 
me?" 

"Yes,  Mr.  Cathew.  There  are  two 
cablegrams.    Here  they  are." 

Cathew  tore  open  the  first  with  tremb- 
ling fingers.  Corrigan  hunched  himself 
against  the  young  man's  shoulder  over 
which  he  peered.  It  was  an  order  on  the 
cable-oflice  for  twenty-four  hundred 
rupees.  The  second  cable  was  from  the 
father.  'Take  care  of  yourself.  All  well 
at   home.      Write.      Father." 

They  cashed  the  order,  and  arm  in  arm 
they  returned  to  Raflles  hotel.  After  the 
shave  and  hair-cut  followed  a  fine  shower- 
bath,  with  soap  which  did  not  bite  holes 
in  a  man's  skin  or  put  his  eyes  out  of  com- 
mission if  he  washed  his  face.  Cathew 
wrote  a  long  letter  home;  and  after  that 
they  went  about  for  clothes,  though  the 
outfit  for  the  expedition  was  to  be  pur- 
chased at  Perak;  guns,  ammunition,  can- 
ned foods,  medicines  and  horses.  Corri- 
gan did  not  care  to  attract  attention  in 
Singapore  by  making  such  purchases, 
at  Perak  there  would  be  no  governmental 
red-tape  regarding  side-arms.  They 
sailed  at  dawn  on  the  copra-boat,  and  it 
was  only  when  Singapore  became  a  rim  of 
pale  sapphire  did  Cathew  remember.  And 
he  struck  the  rail  savagely  with  his  cal- 
loused fist. 

"What's  worrying  you"  asked  Corrigan, 
lowering  his  pipe. 

"Mullins.  I  forgot  all  about  him." 
"As  I  intended  you  should,"  said  Cor- 
rigan chuckling.  "Man,  he  would  have 
made  mincemeat  of  you;  and  I  need  a 
whole  man  with  me  when  I  leave  Perak 
behind.  He  could  break  me  if  he  got  his 
arms  around  me;  but  he  knew  I  was  too 
quick  for  him,  and  that's  why  we  never 
clashed.  Bad  luck  to  the  big  lummox! 
But  this  is  good.  All  these  weary  years 
I've  been  trying  to  get  here;  but  never 
could  save  the  dough.  The  outfit  will  tally 
up  to  about  fifteen  hundred  rupees.  We 
go,  just  the  two  of  us,  no  coolies,  only  two 
horses,  a  mule  and  light  dunnage.  And 
one  day  you'll  see,  sticking  out  above  a  big 
banyan  tree,  the  top  of  a  temple,  yellow 
as  a  stokie  with  the  jaundice.  And  'tis 
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The  Wonderful  Mission  of  the 
Internal  Bath 


By  C.  G.  Percival,  M.  D. 


DO  you  know  that  over  five  hundred 
thousand  Americans  and  Canadians 
are  at  the  present  time  seeking 
freedom  from  small,  as  well  as  serious 
ailments,  by  the  practice  of  Internal 
Bathing? 

Do  you  know  that  hosts  of  enlightened 
physicians  all  over  the  country,  as  well 
as  osteopaths,  physical  culturists,  etc., 
etc.,  are  recommending  and  recognizing 
this  practice  as  the  most  likely  way  now 
known  to  secure  and  preserve  perfect 
health? 

There  are  the  best  of  logical  reasons 
for  this  practice  and  these  opinions,  and 
these  reasons  will  be  very  interesting  to 
everyone. 

In  the  first  place,  every  physician 
realizes  and  agrees  that  95  per  cent,  of 
human  illnesses  is  caused  directly  or  in- 
directly by  accumulated  waste  in  the 
colon;  this  is  bound  to  accumulate,  be- 
cause we  of  to-day  neither  eat  the  kind 
of  food  nor  take  the  amount  of  exercise 
which  Nature  demands  in  order  that  she 
may  thoroughly  eliminate  the  waste  un- 
aided— 

That's  the  reason  when  you  are  ill  the 
physician  always  gives  you  something  to 
remove  this  accumulation  of  waste  be- 
fore commencing  to  treat  your  specific 
trouble. 

It's  ten  to  one  that  no  specific  trouble 
would  have  developed  if  there  were  no 
accumulation  of  waste  in  the  colon^ 

And  that's  the  reason  that  the  famous 
Professor  Metchnikoff,  one  of  the  world's 
greatest  scientists,  has  boldly  and  speci- 
fically stated  that  if  our  colons  were 
taken  away  in  infancy,  the  length  of  our 
lives  would  be  increased  to  probably  150 
years.  You  see,  this  waste  is  extremely 
poisonous,  and  as  the  blood  flows  through 
the  walls  of  the  colon,  it  absorbs  the 
poisons  and  carries  them  through  the 
circulation — that's  what  causes  Auto- 
Intoxication,  with  all  its  pernicious,  ener- 
vating and  weakening  results.  These  pull 
down  our  powers  of  resistance  and  render 
us  subject  to  almost  any  serious  com- 
plaint which  may  be  prevalent  at  the 
time.  And  the  worst  feature  of  it  is 
that  there  are  few  of  us  who  know  when 
we  are  Auto-Intoxicated. 

But  you  never  can  be  Auto-Intoxicated 
if  you  periodically  use  the  proper  kind 
of  an  Internal  Bath — that  is  sure. 

It  is  nature's  own  relief  and  corrector 
-—just  warm  water,  which,  used  in  the 
right  way,  cleanses  the  colon  thoroughly 
its  entire  length  and  makes  and  keeps 
it  sweet,  clean  and  pure,  as  nature  de- 
mands it  shall  be  for  the  entire  system 
to  work  properly. 

The  following  enlightening  news  ar- 
ticle is  quoted  from  the  New  York  Times. 

"What  may  lead  to  a  remarkable  ad- 
vance in  the  operative  treatment  of  cer- 
tain forms  of  tuberculosis  is  said  to  have 
been  achieved  at  Guy's  Hospital.  Briefly, 
the  operation  of  the  removal  of  the  lower 
intestines  has  been  applied  to  cases  of 
tuberculosis,  and  the  results  are  said  to 
be  in  every  way  satisfactory. 

"The  principle  of  the  treatment  is  the 
removal  of  the  cause  of  the  disease.  Re- 
cent researches  of  Metchnikoff  and  others 
have  led  doctors  to  suppose  that  many 


conditions  of  chronic  ill-health,  such  as 
nervous  debility,  rheumatism,  and  other 
disorders,  are  due  to  poisoning  set  up  by 
unhealthy  conditions  in  the  large  intes- 
tine, and  it  has  even  been  suggested  that 
the  lowering  of  the  vitality  resulting 
from  such  poisoning  is  favorable  to  the 
development  of  cancer  and  tuberculosis. 

"At  the  Guy's  Hospital  Sir  William 
Arbuthnot  Lane  decided  on  the  heroic 
plan  of  removing  the  diseased  organ.  A 
child  who  appeared  in  the  final  stage  of 
what  was  believed  to  be  an  incurable 
form  of  tubercular  joint  disease,  was 
operated  on.  The  lower  intestine,  with 
the  exception  of  nine  inches,  was  remov- 
ed, and  the  portion  left  was  joined  to 
the  smaller  intestine. 

"The  result  was  astonishing.  In  a 
week's  time  the  internal  organs  resumed 
all  their  normal  functions,  and  in  a  few 
weeks  the  patient  was  apparently  in  per- 
fect health." 

You  undoubtedly  know,  from  your  own 
personal  experience,  how  dull  and  unfit 
to  work  or  think  properly,  biliousness  and 
many  other  apparently  simple  troubles 
make  you  feel.  And  you  probably  know, 
too,  that  these  irregularities,  all  directly 
traceable  to  accumulated  waste,  make 
you  really  sick  if  permitted  to  continue. 

You  also  probably  know  that  the  old- 
fashioned  method  of  drugging  for  these 
complaints  is  at  best  only  partially  effec- 
tive; the  doses  must  be  increased  if  con- 
tinued, and  finally  they  cease  to  be  effec- 
tive at  all. 

It  is  true  that  more  drugs  are  probably 
used  for  this  than  all  other  human  ills 
combined,  which  simply  goes  to  prove 
how  universal  the  trouble  caused  by  ac- 
cumulated waste  really  is — but  there  is 
not  a  doubt  that  drugs  are  being  dropped 
as  Internal  Bathing  is  becoming  better 
known — 

For  it  is  not  possible  to  conceive,  until 
you  have  had  the  experience  yourself, 
what  a  wonderful  bracer  an  Internal 
Bath  really  is;  taken  at  night,  you  awake 
in  the  morning  with  a  feeling  of  light- 
ness and  buoyancy  that  cannot  be  de- 
scribed— you  are  absolutely  clean,  every- 
thing is  working  in  perfect  accord,  your 
appetite  is  better,  your  brain  is  clearer, 
and  you  feel  full  of  vim  and  confidence 
for  the  day's  duties. 

There  is  nothing  new  about  Internal 
Baths  except  the  way  of  administering 
them.  Some  years  ago  Dr.  Chas.  A. 
Tyrrell,  of  New  York,  was  so  miraculous- 
ly benefited  by  faithfully  using  the 
method  then  in  vogue,  that  he  made  In- 
ternal Baths  his  special  study  and  im- 
proved materially  in  administering  the 
Bath  and  in  getting  the  result  desired. 
_^  This  perfected  Bath  he  called  the 
"J.B.L."  Cascade,  and  it  is  the  one  which 
has  so  quickly  popularized  and  recom- 
mended itself  that  hundreds  of  thousands 
are  to-day  using  it. 

Dr.  Tyrrell,  in  his  practice  and  re- 
searches, discovered  many  unique  and 
interesting  facts  in  connection  with  this 
subject:  these  he  has  collected  in  a  little 
book,  "The  What,  the  Why,  the  Way  of 
Internal  Bathing,"  which  will  be  sent 
free  on  request  if  you  address  Chas.  A. 
Tyrrell,  M.D.,  Room  244,  163  College  St., 


Toronto,  and  mention  having  read  this  in 
MacLean's  Magazine. 

This  book  tells  us  facts  that  we  never 
knew  about  ourselves  before,  and  there  is 
no  doubt  that  everyone  who  has  an  inter- 
est in  his  or  her  own  physical  well-being, 
or  that  of  the  family,  will  be  very  greatly 
instructed  and  enlightened  by  reading 
this  carefully  prepared  and  scientifically 
correct  little  book. — Advt. 


The  Pigeon-blood 

Rubies  of  Perak 

Continued  from  page  59. 

lies  to  get  there.  It's  a  little  Hindu  idol, 
not  much  bigger  than  your  hand;  and 
what  we're  going  after  resides  in  his 
tummy." 

"Suppose  some  one  had  already  been 
there?" 

"You  lop-sided  son-of-a-seacook,  doubt- 
ing like  that!  There  was  only  one  white 
man  who  knew  what  that  idol  contained, 
and  he,  poor  devil,  is  soaking  his  bones  in 
the  Gulf  of  Siam.  I  can  lay  my  hands  on 
it  in  the  dark.  But  the  yellow  cusses  who 
worship  in  that  ruined  temple  are  a  cross 
between  a  Malay  amok  and  a  Paythan's 
woman  after  a  shindy.  They  don't  kill 
you.  Maybe  they  put  out  your  eyes,  or 
roast  your  toes,  or  hamstring  you  and  let 
you  go.  I'm  telling  you  these  things  so's 
you  can  back  out  when  we  reach  Perak. 
You've  got  to  have  bowels,  son,  or  it's  no 
go." 

THEY  left  Perak  at  night  and  took  the 
winding  road  toward  the  east,  toward 
the  unknown,  following  the  river  as  far 
as  they  could.  In  order  to  avoid  observa- 
tion and  the  curiosity  of  the  natives,  they 
decided  to  travel  at  night  while  it  was 
possible,  and  rest  during  the  day.  Though 
the  hot  weather  had  laid  hold  of  this 
part  of  the  world,  the  sun  in  no  wise 
bothered  them.  They  had  both  become 
inured  to  a  heat  quite  as  enervating;  and 
there  was  a  chance  to  dodge  the  sun. 
Ninety  miles  out  of  Perak — three  days  to 
be  precise — the  road  ended  abruptly,  an 
Oriental  habit  roads  have  in  the  East,  and 
became  a  mere  beaten  path  through  a  be- 
wildering tropical  jungle.  Now  they  must 
travel  by  day  and  make  camp  at  night. 

ON  THE  evening  of  the  twelfth  day 
Corrigan  tethered  the  horse  and 
mule  and  put  on  his  ammunition-belt, 
motioning  Cathew  to  do  the  same,  and  in 
a  whisper  said: 

"No  talkin'  from  now  on.  No  fire. 
When  the  moon  rises  I'll  show  you  a  pic- 
ture that'll  make  your  heart  thump  like  a 
bilge-pump.    We'll  lay  low  till  ten  o'clock; 

and  then Well,   Gawd   help   us   if 

we're  caught.  Now  I'm  going  t'  give  you 
the  right  dope.  I  told  you  the  other  night 
that  the  other  man's  bones  were  bleachin' 
in  the  Gulf  of  Siam.  I  lied.  They're 
bleachin'  up  yonder,  half  a  mile  away. 
They  hamstrung  him,  but  I  got  away. 
Those  rubies  and  the  emerald  were  his — 
honestly  his.  He  wasn't  a  thief;  no  more 
am  I.  The  old  Sultan  had  promised  these 
priests  the  idol  upon  his  death,  because 
the  idol  meant  nothing  to  him,  he  being  a 
Mohammedan.  My  pal  saved  his  son's 
life.  And  when  the  old  boy  croaked,  the 
young  chap  gave  Heine— he  was  a  Ger- 
man— the  idol,  the  rubies  and  the  emerald, 
not  carin'  a  hoot  about  what  the  priests 
wanted.    Heine  opened  the  bottom  of  the 


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idol  and  took  out  the  prayers  and  put  in 
the  stones.  He  was  going  back  to  Ba- 
varia, t'  live  comfortable  the  rest  of  his 
days.  But  the  dirty  beggars  stole  the  idol, 
not  then  knowin'  what  was  inside.  Heine 
got  away  by  the  skin  of  his  teeth.  Four 
years  later  he  told  me,  and  we  went  back. 
An'  that's  the  Gawd's  truth;  for  this 
ain't  no  time  to  lie.  Y'  can  go  with  me 
with  an  easy  conscience." 

Cathew  nodded. 

"Now,  listen  t'  what  I  say.  If  I'm 
caught,"  went  on  Corrigan,  "you  hump 
yourself.  No  tried  and  true  stuff.  You'd 
not  save  me  an'  only  chop  your  own  head 
off.  And'  if  you're  caught,  I'll  hoof  it. 
It's  goin'  to  be  each  man  for  himself,  an' 
death  both  ways  from  the  middle.  There's 
the  horse.  All  y'  got  to  do  is  t'  get  on 
his  back  an'  hike  back  t'  Perak,  an'  I'll 
go  it  alone.  You  won't  find  the  trail  back 
hard.     What  d'  say?" 

Cathew  took  hold  of  Corrigan's  hand, 
pressed  it,  and  pointed  east. 

"There's  another  thing,"  pursued  Cor- 
rigan. "We'll  have  to  leave  the  horse 
and  mule  here.  A  panther  may  smell 
them.  In  that  case,  good-night.  We're 
tough,  but  we  can't  walk  back  to  Perak. 
It  would  take  us  more  than  a  month,  not 
counting  the  fever,  which  you're  more 
likely  to  get  on  foot,  than  on  the  back  of 
a  horse.  There's  my  cards,  boy.  Five 
hundred  devils  over  there,  a  possible  loss 

of  the  nags Never  mind,  let's  eat  and 

drink  hearty.  I'm  glad  I  had  that  souse 
in  Colomobo." 

"Seven  pigeon-bloods  and  an  emerald." 

"Worth  a  hundred  thousand  if  a  cent. 
Our  shoes  are  hollow-heeled.  We'll  divide. 
I'll  take  five  rubies  and  you  take  two  and 
the  emerald." 

All  this  conversation  was  held  in  the 
softest  of  whispers. 

At  nine  the  two  climbed  a  tree,  and 
Corrigan  swung  his  binoculars.  Cathew 
heard  a  faint  curse. 

"On  this  night  of  all  nights!" 

"What  is  it?" 

"Look  and  see  for  yourself." 

Cathew  beheld  through  the  glasses  the 
ruined  facade  of  a  temple.  Before  this 
there  was  a  clearing,  covered  with  genu- 
flecting bodies. 

"Some  rotten  fete,  and  it  may  hold  us 
up  for  hours.  We  get  in  at  the  back. 
Same  way  we  got  in  before.  We  weren't 
quick  enough.  Never  laid  hands  on  the 
idol.  God!  I  can  hear  his  cries  yet,  and 
they  were  all  for  me  to  run.  I  found  one 
of  the  horses  alive,  and  I  rode  him  till  he 
dropped  dead.  I  walked  sixty-two  miles. 
What  blasted  fools  men  are !  Well,  we're 
born  that  way.  Always  wanting  to  get 
something  for  nothing.  We  might  as  well 
roost  here  and  watch  the  proceedings." 

■pROM  time  to  time  the  slight  east  wind 
■»■  carried  to  them  a  wailing  of  tom-toms 
and  a  vague  spicy  incense.  Occasionally 
a  flicker  of  light  appeared  beyond  the 
temple  doors.  Higher  rose  the  moon ;  and 
deeper  and  deeper  became  Cathew's  con- 
viction that  this  was  not  real,  only  a  fig- 
ment of  some  dream,  and  that  presently 
he  would  wake  as  of  old,  in  his  bedroom  at 
home. 

It  was  fully  eleven  o'clock  when  the  de- 
votees rose  and  departed  for  the  village. 
Still  Corrigan  gave  no  sign  that  he  was 
ready  to  descend.  All  the  while  he  was 
straining  his  ears  for  any  unusual  noises. 
The  time  passed,  and  Cathew  began  to 
grow  restless. 

"It  is  twelve,  Corrigan,"  he  whispered, 


holding  his  new  watch  under  a  bat  of 
moonshine. 

"It's  a  fine  thing  to  be  young  and  born 
with  fighting  blood.  Well,  then — follow 
me.  I've  taught  you  how  to  walk  with- 
out cracking  twigs.  Remember  that  and 
keep  your  eye  on  my  back.  And  if  I  turn 
quickly  run  like  all  hell  was  after  you." 

THE  final  detour  took  perhaps  three- 
quarters  of  an  hour.  'The  rear  of  the 
temple  was  shrub-and-vine  grown.  It  was 
evident  that  none  of  the  natives  ever  went 
in  or  came  out  that  way.  Suddenly  Cor- 
rigan raised  his  hand.  For  a  moment 
Cathew  understood  it  as  a  sign  to  fly;  but 
immediately  after  he  saw  Corrigan  stoop 
and  vanish.  He  followed,  taking  great 
care  that  his  rifle  touched  no  stone.  Cor- 
rigan drew  him  close  and  whispered  in  his 
ear. 

"We'll  squat  here  for  ten  minutes.  If 
we  hear  no  sound,  take  hold  of  iny  coat 
and  lift  your  feet  at  each  step." 

Those  ten  minutes  were  very  long  to 
Cathew. 

"Now!"  whispered  Corrigan. 

Cathew  took  hold  of  the  other's  coat 
and  walked  like  a  cat  in  wet  grass. 
Presently  Corrigan  touched  the  key  of  his 
electric-torch,  and  a  white  patch  of  light 
dartled  here  and  there  over  a  beautiful 
marble  cavern.  From  this  cavern  they 
entered  a  small  hall,  full  of  grotesque 
gods;  or,  to  be  exact,  one  god  in  many 
grotesque  poses.  Corrigan  stopped.  The 
patch  of  light  wavered  and  finally  settled 
upon  a  central  figure,  draped  with  fresh 
flowers.  Resting  upon  one  of  its  hands 
was  a  little  golden  statue  perhaps  ten 
inches  high,  and  toward  this  Corrigan 
moved  without  a  sound. 

It  was  the  work  of  a  moment  to  lift  it 
off  the  gilded  palm  upon  which  it  stood. 
It  is  a  strange  but  invariable  fact  that 
he  who  stumbles  upon  treasure  throws 
cautions  to  the  wind.  It  had  been  Corri- 
gan's plan  to  take  the  little  idol  and 
hasten  back  to  the  banyan-tree,  to  fly 
westward  as  if  all  the  devils  were  at  his 
heels.  Instead,  he  set  the  key  of  the 
torch  and  squatted  down  upon  the  temple 
floor,  pried  out  the  inlay  in  the  base  and 
shook  the  golden  idol.  Into  his  hand 
tinkled  eight  stones,  all  polished,  seven 
exquisite  pigeon-blood  rubies  and  an  em- 
erald the  like  of  which  Cathew  had  never 
seen. 

"What  did  I  tell  you?"  whispered  Cor- 
rigan hoarsely.  "Off  with  your  heel  while 
I  hold  the  torch.     Hustle!" 

Cathew  worked  feverishly.  The  heel 
came  off,  the  two  rubies  and  the  emerald 
were  packed  in  cotton,  placed  in  the  hol- 
low and  the  heel-tap  hammered  on  again. 
Then  in  turn  he  held  the  torch,  still  pos- 
sessed with  the  idea  that  all  this  was  a 
dream.  As  Corrigan  thrust  his  foot  back 
into  his  shoe,  his  leg  paused  in  mid-air, 
one  hand  against  the  sole  and  the  other 
curled  about  the  strap. 

"What  is  it?"  asked  Cathew. 

"Listen !    What  do  you  hear?" 

Cathew  put  his  hand  to  his  ear.  "Sounds 
like  tom-toms " 

"Then,  God  help  us,  it's  the  priests 
coming  back!" 

THEY  cared  not  what  noise  they  made 
thereafter.  They  ran,  stumbled,  fell, 
rose  and  ran  again  toward  the  hole 
through  which  they  had  come.  Beyond,  in 
the  moonlight,  they  saw  a  dozen  priests, 
motionless  but  expectant.  It  did  not 
matter  where  they  had  come  from  or  how 


they  had  selected  this  spot.  An  ordinary 
man  would  have  turned  and  desperately 
made  for  the  front  of  the  temple.  But 
Corrigan  had  been  a  fighting  sailor.  All 
in  that  bitter  moment  he  weighed  his 
chances.  There  would  naturally  be  less 
men  here  than  on  the  other  side. 

"Follow  me!"  he  cried,  leaping  out. 
"Fight  on  your  own.  If  you  have  a  chance 
take  it;  don't  worry  about  me." 

He  clubbed  his  gun  and  swung  it  as  the 
yelling  priests  closed  in.  Instantly  the 
dozen  became  ten  dozen.  They  came  from 
nowhere,  like  kites  at  the  smell  of  meat — 
carrion.  Corrigan  went  down  five  times 
and  five  times  he  rose.  The  priests  bil- 
lowed over  him  like  waves  and  he  bore  up 
through  them  like  a  hardy  swimmer.  He 
never  had  a  chance  to  use  his  revolver. 
Once  he  found  himself  free,  and  he  started 
to  run ;  but  a  dozen  yards  marked  the  ex- 
tent of  his  victory.  When  he  went  down 
the  sixth  time  he  stayed  down.  Strewn 
about  his  path  were  eight  priests  as  quiet 
and  still  ^s  he  was. 

"Corrigan,  Corrigan?"  sobbed  Cathew, 
clubbing,  kicking,  dodging.     "Corrigan?" 

He  fought  with  a  savageness  that 
topped  Corrigan's,  but  he  possessed 
neither  the  strength  nor  the  endurance  of 
the  brave  Irishman;  and  by  the  time  the 
tom-toms  arrived,  he  was  a  prisoner.  He 
was  pushed  and  buffeted  to  the  clearing 
on  the  other  side  of  the  temple,  flung  to 
the  turf,  bound  securely  and  left  there. 
He  fainted ;  and  in  that  fate  was  kind  to 
him,  for  he  did  not  witness  Corrigan's 
end.  He  never  knew  how  they  had  been 
discovered.  Only  the  shades  of  other 
luckless  adventurers,  hovering  over  their 
nameless  tombs,  could  have  told  him. 

WHEN  he  recovered  his  senses,  pale 
dawn  was  moving  across  the  face  of 
the  world.  Brighter  and  brighter  it  grew. 
Suddenly  the  tree  tops  burst  into  a  flame, 
and  slowly  this  flame  crept  downward. 
A  flock  of  noisy  parakeets  sailed  about  the 
old  pavilion.     It  was  morning. 

The  priests  were  moving  about.  They 
were  bringing  fagots  for  a  fire.  Cathew 
stirred  a  little,  but  only  a  little,  as  the 
thongs  were  of  elephant-hide.  There  was 
not  a  bone  in  his  body  that  did  not  ache. 
Somewhere  during  the  melee  he  had  been 
struck  upon  the  mouth.  His  lips  were 
cracked  and  puffed;  and  he  could  barely 
see  out  of  one  eye. 

Where  was  Corrigan?  He  craned  his 
neck  but  he  could  see  no  sign  of  him. 
Torture!  Now  he  remembered  all  of 
Corrigan's  warnings,  that  it  was  far  bet- 
ter to  die  than  to  fall  into  the  hands  of 
these  religious  fanatics.  They  were  build- 
ing the  fire  for  him !  Then  it  was  that 
fear  entered  his  heart  and  never  left  it  for 
many  a  day.  Still  he  wriggled  his  toes  to 
make  sure  that  his  shoes  were  still  on  his 
feet! 

Later  they  came  to  him  and  rolled  him 
toward  the  fire.  Two  sat  upon  his  body 
while  a  third  bound  his  arms  at  the  elbows 
and  freed  his  wrists.  How  he  struggled, 
twisted  and  writhed,  choking  sometimes 
as  the  pungent  smoke  drifted  into  his 
face!  Slowly  and  deliberately  the  priest 
pushed  the  strong  hands  into  the  heart 
of  the  glowing  fagots.  Cathew  screamed 
in  agony.  The  tom-toms  began  to  beat 
furiously.  Here  and  there  they  chanted 
dolorously.  In  the  midst  of  all  this  pow- 
wow came  the  sharp  crack  of  a  rifle.  The 
priest  holding  Cathew's  hands  toppled 
over  into  the  fire,  scattering  it 

"Corrigan!"  murmured  the  victim,  and 


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sank  down,  down  into  a  soundless  world 
of  utter  darkness. 


-    .  IV. 

DR.  NORFELDT,  at  the  head  of  a 
botanical  exploring  party  from  Jo- 
hore,  with  a  hunting  expedition  as  a  side- 
issue,  was  very  well  pleased  with  him- 
self. He  had  gathered  some  unusual 
flora  which  sustained  his  claim  that 
Borneo  and  Malacca  had  many  things  in 
common.  And  he  had  no  less  than  seven 
tiger  and  black  panther  skins.  Rather 
fair  work  for  three  months.  He  travelled 
with  five  elephants,  nine  mules,  twenty- 
three  servants  and  beaters  and  six  assist- 
ants, his  personal  friends.  Later,  the 
various  northern  botanical  gardens  would 
receive  many  benefits.  But  he  had  an 
adventure,  a  most  amazing  adventure. 
He  had  seen  what  white  men  rarely  see 
and  still  more  rarely  live  to  tell;  cere- 
monial torture.  Half  a  dozen  shots  had 
broken  up  the  affair.  His  elephants  had 
evidently  convinced  the  priests  that  there 
was  an  army  behind.  One  white  man  he 
had  buried;  the  other  lay  at  one  side  of 
the  hunting-howdah,  his  hand  in  enormous 
white  bandages.  He  looked  like  a  dead 
man,  but  he  was  only  under  the  influence 
of  opiates.  Sometimes  a  low  groan  issued 
from  his  swollen  purple  lips. 

"We  came  just  in  time,  Nash,"  said  the 
Doctor.  "In  another  moment  his  hands 
would  have  been  useless  forever.  As  it  is 
a  finger  or  two  may  be  drawn.  God!  did 
you  get  a  whiff  of  the  air  about  that  fire? 
The  devils!  I  have  heard  that  up  here 
they  still  follow  some  of  their  abominable 
ancient  rites.  Take  a  Hindu  and  mix  a 
little  Chinese  and  Malay  in  his  blood,  and 
you'll  have  something  that'll  make  a 
Tibetan  blush  for  his  tenderness." 

Cathew  opened  his  eyes. 

"Don't  stir,  young  man,"  said  the  Doc- 
tor. "The  longer  you  lie  quiet  as  the 
elephant-jog  will  let  you,  the  quicker  your 
hands  will  come  about." 

Cathew  tried  to  speak. 

"What?  Give  him  a  little  cocoanut- 
milk.  Now,  what  is  it  you're  trying  to 
say?" 

"Corrigan,"  in  a  tone  which  was  with- 
out inflection. 

"Your  friend?  We  buried  him.  He 
wasn't  a  pleasant  sight  to  look  at.  But 
I  think  he  was  already  dead  when  they 
mutilated  him." 

Tears  welled  up  into  Cathew's  eyes 
and  rolled  down  his  cheeks.  For  now  he 
knew  that  he  had  loved  the  derelict. 

"Did  you  bury  him — with  his  shoes  on?" 

"God  save  us,  Nash,  did  you  hear  that? 
With  his  shoes  on?  Just  as  we  found 
him;  but  I  don't  remember  whether  he 
liad  any  shoes  on  or  not." 

AND  sleep  twenty-four  hours  he  did. 
It  was  the  best  thing  in  the  world  for 
liim,  too.  The  Doctor  was  very  kind,  and 
his  treatment  of  the  poor  hands  un- 
doubtedly saved  them.  At  the  end  of  two 
months — for  the  Doctor  refused  to  let  his 
chance  patient  interfere  with  his  re- 
searches— the  expedition  returned  to  Jo- 
hore,  where  the  Sultan  re-established  his 
state  elephants  and  celebrated  the  occa- 
sion as  befitted  a  Malay  monarch. 

During  these  two  months  Cathew  kept 
his  tongue  behind  his  teeth.  His  saviors 
respected  his  silence.  When  his  hands 
healed  sufficiently  to  cast  off  the  bandages 
he  was  given  a  pair  of  cotton  gloves  which 


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he  wore  habitually.  And  night  after 
night  he  slept  with  his  shoes  under  his 
rude  pillow.  Often  they  would  hear  him 
call  out  in  his  sleep — "Corrigan,  Corrl- 
gan!" 

Cathew  bade  them  farewell  at  Johore. 

"Have  you  any  money?" 

"A  little,  perhaps  three  hundred  rupees. 
You're  a  good  man,  Doctor." 

"You  won't  tell  us  what  it  was  about?" 

"I'd  rather  not." 

The  Doctor  smiled.  "Be  very  careful  of 
your  shoes,  and  don't  fall  into  the  habit 
of  talking  in  your  sleep.    Good-bye." 

CATHEW  bought  a  first-class  ticket  to 
Singapore — fourteen  miles  away — in 
order  that  he  might  have  a  compartment 
alone.  Travel  was  light,  and  he  had  a 
first-class  car  all  to  himself.  It  was  only 
on  Sundays  that  the  traffic  was  heavy. 
One  could  go  over  from  Singapore  and 
find  a  miniature  Monte  Carlo  in  Johore. 
When  the  train  was  fairly  out  of  the  city, 
Cathew  took  off  his  shoe  and  wrenched 
loose  the  heel.  Two  rubies  and  an  emer- 
ald; they  had  not  been  touched.  Sweat 
trickled  down  the  end  of  his  nose  and 
spattered  on  the  gems.  He  wrapped  them 
up  in  cotton  again  and  put  them  into  the 
watch-pocket  at  the  trouser-band.  And 
now  to  sell  them. 

Three  hundred  rupees  would  carry  him 
along  for  a  few  days.  A  North  German 
Lloyder  sailed  at  ten  that  night  for  Bre- 
men. If  he  missed  that  he  would  be  com- 
pelled to  wait  a  week  later  and  take  the 
P.  &  0.  boat. 

Singapore  at  night.  Cathew,  in  a  fresh 
suit  of  drill  (fifteen  rupees)  and  a  cheap 
helmet  of  pith  (six  rupees),  started  out 
upon  his  singular  quest.  Vaguely  he  re- 
called that  Corrigan  had  said  something 
about  a  man  by  the  name  of  Vaal,  a 
Dutchman  in  the  pawnbroking  business, 
who  knocked  you  down  a  lot,  but  gener- 
ally gave  you  something  worth  while.  He 
was  to  be  found  somewhere  near  the 
Street  of  the  Big  Numbers— the  haunt  of 
unfortunates.  He  had  to  go  through  the 
Chinese  quarters,  and  the  wonder  of  it 
did  not  touch  his  interest  or  curiosity  to- 
night. He  was  leaving  this  district  when 
he  ran  full  tilt  into  a  Sikh  policeman. 

"Vaal,"  he  said,  "pawnshop." 

The  Sikh  spoke  a  little  English  and 
gave  the  direction  affably.  Next  to  being 
the  best  native  soldier,  the  Sikh  was  the 
finest  policeman  in  the  Orient. 

TT  WAS  a  dingy  shop.  The  show  win- 
-•■  dows  had  not  been  washed  in  ages. 
They  were  filled,  rather  cluttered,  with 
arms,  musical  instruments,  golfsticks, 
dried  sharks'  heads,  pottery,  skins,  and 
some  cheap  jewelry.  It  did  not  look  to 
Cathew  like  a  place  where  a  man  might 
dispose  of  fine  gems.  There  were  no 
lights  in  front;  an  oil-hanging  lamp  over 
the  counting-deck  was  the  sole  illumina- 
tion. Finally  he  mustered  up  courage 
enough  to  enter. 

He  saw  a  huge  bearded  man  behind  the 
desk,  talking  to  a  pretty  woman.  Sud- 
denly he  caught  her  by  the  arm  and  flung 
her  against  the  reed  partition.  It  was 
evident  to  Cathew  that  he  had  entered 
upon  a  scene  of  domestic  infelicity.  A 
family  row,  however,  was  nothing  to  him. 
He  wanted  to  sell  the  stones  and  make  the 
Prince  Ludwig.  It  was  nine  o'clock. 
"Is  this  Vaal?"  he  inquired.  ,  , 
"Ah,  coom  in,  coom  in,  sir,"  said  the 
proprietor.  The  new  drill-suit  and  the 
showy  helmet  suggested  a  purchase. 


The  young  woman  remained  with  her 
back  to  the  partition,  sullenly  rubbing  her 
bruised  arm.  In  the  swift  glance,  Cathew 
noted  that  she  had  been  weeping  recently, 
but  that  there  was  something  unpleasant 
in  the  set  expression  of  the  great  dark 
eyes.  Her  skin  was  tawny  and  her  hair 
was  black;  but  she  was  patently  a  white 
woman. 

"Do  you  buy  stones?"  demanded 
Cathew.  He  was  imptaient  to  have  done 
and  be  gone. 

"Sometimes,"  with  sudden  aloofness. 

"I  don't  mean  on  the  pawn-ticket  basis," 
went  on  Cathew.    "A  lump  sum  outright." 

"It  depends." 

"Come  over  here  under  the  light." 

The  huge  Dutchman  and  his  visitor 
stepped  under  the  lamp,  and  Cathew  dug 
into  his  watch-pocket. 

"What  will  you  give  me  for  these?" 

"Ethel,  hant  me  der  glass." 

The  woman  obeyed,  but  she  looked  with 
new  interest  at  this  young  man  who  had 
doubtless  saved  her  a  beating. 

"Where  dit  you  get  dese?" 

"None  of  your  business,"  answered 
Cathew  sharply. 

Vaal  turned  them  over  and  over. 

"I  will  give  you  fif-hunert  rupees  for 
dem — or  I  vill  call  in  der  police." 

"Give  them  back.  We  can't  do  business. 
Those  stones  are  mine.  I've  gone  through 
hell  for  them." 

"Yes,  yes,  dey  all  say  that.  Fife-hun- 
ert  und  no  questions  asked." 

Wild  with  fury  Cathew  struck  the  man 
on  the  mouth.  The  gems  went  tinkling 
to  the  floor.  Excruciating  pain  ran  up 
and  down  Cathew's  arm.  The  Dutchman 
roared  and  closed  in.  The  fight  was  short 
and  decisive.  Cathew  was  borne  to  the 
floor  and  there  he  might  have  died  but  for 
the  unexpected  aid  from  the  young 
woman.  She  seized  the  desk-stool,  ran  out 
from  behind  the  counter  and  swung  the 
chair  down  with  full  strength.  An  ordin- 
ary man's  skull  would  have  cracked  like 
an  eggshell.  Vaal  rolled  over  and  lay 
still,  while  Cathew  crawled  about  on  his 
hands  and  knees  in  search  of  his  posses- 
sions. He  found  one  ruby  and  the  emer- 
ald. During  this  time  the  young  woman 
had  foraged  about  and  found  some  ropes. 

"Help  me  tie  him." 

"He  may  be  dead." 

"If  there  is  any  God  he  is  dead.  But  he 
has  a  head  like  a  gorilla.    Come!" 

They  bound  the  pawnbroker  and  pushed 
him  into  a  dark  corner.  Then  she  opened 
the  cash  drawer,  took  out  a  roll  of  rupee 
notes  and  a  little  chamois  bag  and  stuffed 
them  into  her  bosom.  She  disappeared 
for  a  moment,  and  Cathew  renewed  his 
search  for  the  missing  ruby,  occasionally 
throwing  a  glance  toward  the  door.  When 
the  woman  returned,  a  straw  hat  was 
perched  on  her  head  and  her  mouth  was 
full  of  hatpins.  She  could  think  of  hat- 
pins! Cathew  stared  at  her  in  amaze- 
ment. 

"You  are  English?" 
"American." 

"So  am  I.  And  I'm  going  on  the  Lwd- 
wig  this  very  night. 

"The  Ludwig?"  he  echoed  dully. 
She  blew  out  the  light,  locked  the  door 
and  flung  the  key  into  the  gutter.  She 
seized  Cathew  by  the  hand  and  he  followed 
her  dumbly.  There  are  some  catastrophes 
so  swift  and  undreamt  of  that  they  hypno- 
tize us;  and  Cathew  was  hypnotized. 
After  all  those  terrible  \yeeks  in  the 
jungle,  to  plunge  headlong  into  crime  and 


perhaps  murder !  After  awhile  he  found 
his  tongue. 

"What  was  that  brute. to  you?" 

"He  was  my  husband.  I  have  a  right 
to  the  things  I  took.  For  more  than  a 
year  he  has  beaten  and  kicked  me.  He 
has  called  me  all  the  vile  names  he  could 
lay  his  tongue  to.  If  you  had  not  come 
in  just  as  you  did,  he  would  have  beaten 
me  again ;  and  then  I  would  have  stabbed 
him." 

"For  God's  sake,  not  so  loud!" 

"Was  I  talking  loud?  You  saw  him 
fling  me  against  the  wall.  .  .  Here  are 
two  rickshaws.  ■  Get  in." 

He  obeyed.  He  would  have  done  any- 
thing she  asked,  absurd  or  tragic.  The 
rickshaws  ran  side  by  side.  He  never 
looked  at  her  but  straight  ahead. 

"Have  you  got  any  money?"  she  called 
across  to  him. 

He  shook  his  head,  meaning  that  he 
hadn't  enough  to  take  him  to  Europe.  A 
moment  later  she  passed  a  roll  of  notes 
towards  him.  He  accepted  them,  and  they 
were  held  tightly  in  his  poor  scarred 
hands  till  they  reached  the  Lloyd  dock. 

FIVE    minutes    later    they    went    on 
board,  and  the  Prince  Ludwig  slipped 
her  cables. 

"You  go  to  the  purser  right  away  and 
buy  your  ticket  to  Naples.  I'll  buy  mine 
later  for  Colombo.  I  have  an  uncle  there. 
Why  do  you  wear  gloves  when  it  is  so 
hot?"  she  asked  suddenly. 

"I'm  dizzy ,^'  was  all  he  said. 

"He  hurt  you?" 

He  nodded,  and  sank  into  the  nearest 
steamer  chair,  caring  not  who  owned  it. 

"I'm  sorry,"  she  said,  timidly  touching 
his  arm.  "Perhaps  I  have  got  you  into 
trouble  when  all  I  meant  was  to  help  you. 
If  I  hadn't  hit  him  he  would  have  killed 
you." 

"What's  done  is  done.    But  if  he's  dead, 
we'll  never  get  further  than  Colombo." 
"I  was  a  bit  wild  last  night.    But  I'd  do 
it  all  over  again.    Are  the  stones  safe?" 

"Good  Lord!"  He  clapped  his  hand  to 
the  little  watch-pocket.  The  stones  were 
there.    And  for  hours  he  had  forgotten! 

The  voyage  was  uneventful;  but  when 
the  Prince  Ludwig  dropped  her  anchor  in 
the  harbor  at  Colombo  and  the  quarantine 
boat  came  out  jauntily,  the  two  outcasts 
drew  together,  oppressed  with  forebodings 
which  had  in  perspective  a  stuffy  Oriental 
courtroom  and  all  the  drab  paraphernalia 
of  a  trial  for  murder.  But  God,  while  He 
never  forgets,  often  relents;  and  they 
went  ashore  without  let  or  hindrance. 

Eight  hours  later  she  stepped  aboard 
the  tender.  In  his  pocket  there  was  an 
order  on  a  New  York  bank  for  fourteen 
thousand  dollars.  Besides  this  he  had  in 
rupee-notes  a  thousand  more.  It  was  a 
fortune,  and  he  had  earned  every  dollar 
of  it  by  struggle,  privation,  in  the  face  of 
overwhelming   odds. 

AND  so  the  involuntary  Odysseus  went 
back  to  his  Ithaca,  home  to  his 
mother,  his  father,  and  the  girl,  a  clear- 
eyed,  brown-skinned  vigorous  young  pro- 
digal ;  and  his  Odyssey  had  a  touch  of  the 
Homeric. 

Life  is  also  full  of  anti-climaxes;  if 
you  doubt  it,  wait  a  little. 

Two  months  after  Cathew's  return,  his 
father  received  from  San  Francisco  (at 
his  personal  request)  a  fine  photograph  of 
the  most  recent  addition  to  his  new  fleet 
of  Oriental  freighters.  Of  the  twelve 
ships,  eleven  had  Oriental  names.     This 


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11 


one,  the  twelfth,  retained  the  name  by 
which  she  had  been  launched.  It  was  dis- 
tinctly Irish.  After  studying  the  photo- 
graph for  a  while,  Cathew  senior  chuckled 
and  drew  out  of  a  certain  pigeonhole  in 
his  desk  two  cancelled  cheques.  The  first, 
for  five  thousand,  was  made  out  to  Cap- 
tain Bannerman,  of  the  Limerick;  the 
second,  for  a  smaller  sum,  was  made  pay- 
able to  James  Fall,  ostensibly  a  water- 
front saloon-keeper,  but  in  reality  a  crimp 
of  the  first  water. 
And  there  you  are ! 


The  Smuggler  and 
His  Drum 

Continued  from  page  36. 

Williams  tacitly  admitted  their  accuracy, 
and,  after  he  had  promised  consideration, 
the  conversation  turned  to  other  topics. 
They  even  d'scussed  books  before  the  two 
officers  left.  On  Williams'  suggestion 
they  agreed  to  meet  him  and  his  lawyer 
at  their  hotel  the  following  day  to  con- 
sider some  proposition. 

It  looked  as  though  the  man  meant  to 
play  square.  The  Canadian  officers  felt 
convinced  of  this  when  they  happened  to 
learn  that  Johnson,  the  lawyer,  was  in 
reality  working  in  the  interests  of  the 
mortgagees.  But  they  little  knew  Wil- 
liams— or  Johnson,  for  that  matter. 

DUNCAN  attended  the  conference  next 
day  with  the  evidence  that  had  been 
gathered  up,  including  the  papers  found 
in  the  safe  at  Diamondville,  in  a  small 
black  grip.  The  four  men  got  together  in 
one  of  the  hotel  rooms.  Williams  appear- 
ed nervous  and  refused  to  take  a  seat, 
pacing  up  and  down  the  room  while  the 
three  others  talked.  The  grip,  with  the 
documents,  had  been  placed  on  the  table. 
Williams  kept  getting  closer  to  the  table 
with  each  turn  that  he  took.  Finally, 
when  he  believed  the  others  were  too  en- 
grossed in  conversation  to  be  paying  any 
attention,  he  pounced  upon  the  grip, 
whirled  quickly  and  made  for  the  door. 
Duncan,  who  had  been  half  reclining  on 
the  bed,  had  been  watching  the  inventor 
out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  and  observed 
the  manoeuvre.  He  was  up  like  a  flash 
and  started  down  the  hall  in  pursuit. 
Within  twenty  feet  he  got  close  enough 
to  trip  the  fleeing  Williams,  who  pitched 
headfirst  with  a  yelp  and  a  loud  clatter. 

Johnson  took  a  hand  at  this  stage.  He 
had  been  following  close  after  Duncan, 
and,  when  the  grip  went  spinning  from 
the  hand  of  the  sprawling  Williams,  the 
lawyer  got  it. 

It  was  a  great  scramble,  a  free-for-all, 
the  outcome  of  which  was  that  Williams 
and  the  grip  went  down  the  stairs  in  the 
lead  with  Duncan  close  on  his  heels  again. 
The  two  officers  felt  that  they  were  "in 
wrong."  They  were  employees  of  the 
Canadian  Government,  and  so  were  de- 
void of  all  power  and  right.  If  they  in- 
jured either  of  the  two  welchers  in  re- 
gaining the  grip,  they  were  liable  to  be 
held  for  assault.  Nevertheless,  when  Wil- 
liams, groggy  and  panting  hard,  reached 
the  rotunda,  Duncan  did  not  hesitate  to 
take  him  by  the  shoulder  and  force  him 
into  a  private  parlor. 

Here  Williams  stood  at  bay  and  refused 
to  hand  over  the  papers.  They  were  his, 
he  contended,  and  he  was  at  home  in  his 
own  country.    Duncan,  he  said  in  a  voice 


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pitched  to  a  falsetto  with  excitement, 
could  go  to  the  devil.  It  was  a  situation 
where  both  men  felt  decidedly  uncomfort- 
able; Duncan  because  he  had  no  legal 
right,  Williams  because  he  wanted  to 
avoid  publicity  above  everything  else. 

It  ended  in  a  compromise.  Duncan  got 
the  papers  back,  but  Williams  made  cop- 
ies of  them  first.  When  Duncan  emerged 
from  the  parlor  with  the  grip  in  his  hand, 
Edwards  was  sitting  not  ten  feet  away. 
He  jumped  up  and  grabbed  the  grip  with 
a  hurried,  "Come  on!"  Duncan  followed 
without  asking  questions  and  in  a  few 
seconds  they  were  seated  in  a  taxi  that 
Edwards  had  retained  at  a  rear  entrance. 
The  driver  shot  off  for  the  depot. 

"What  did  you  do  to  him?"  asked  Ed- 
wards. 

"I  got  the  papers  back,"  replied  Dun- 
can, "without  resorting  to  violence." 


"Well,  we  had  better  get  out  of  this 
burg  right  away,"  said  Edwards,  "before 
they  can  arrest  us  for  hammering  that 
pair  up.  As  soon  as  I  got  clear  of  that 
lawyer  crook,  I  got  our  luggage  and 
checked  it  out.  Then  I  got  the  taxi  and 
waited  for  you.  We'll  have  to  get  out 
pretty  quick  before  Johnson  gets  the  po- 
lice on  us." 

In  due  course  and  in  the  usual  way, 
the  equipment  in  the  factory  at  Dia- 
mondville  was  taken  over  by  the  customs 
and  sold  for  a  sum  which  allowed  the 
full  duty  and  paid  all  expenses.  No  one 
was  anything  out  but  Williams  and  the 
men  who  had  backed  him. 

Diamondville  was  out  an  industry,  but 
the  loss  was  a  temporary  one.  The  enter- 
prising town  council  had  soon  secured  an- 
other concern  to  use  the  factory.  This 
time  they  landed  a  real  one. 


A  Frank  Talk  About  the  War 


Continued  from  page  38. 


zelos,  an  able,  ambitious,  rising  young 
politician,  living  in  a  little  island  and 
quite  unknown.  Like  an  illustrious  char- 
acter in  Biblical  history,  the  Irish  school- 
master took  his  victim  up  into  a  high 
mountain,  and  pointed  out  country  that 
might  be  his.  The  inspiration  worked 
more  successfully  than  the  irrepressible 
schoolmaster's  best  dreams.  Back  he 
rushed  to  Bulgaria  and  suggested  a  scrap 
with  Turkey.  However,  I  do  not  see  much 
sense  in  writing  any  more  about  this,  to 
me  very  interesting,  but  little  known 
character,  particularly  as  I  am  working 
under  pressure  on  a  very  hot,  very  dusty 
train.  I  would  like  to  add — and  I  am 
writing  from  memory — for  the  informa- 
tion of  any  of  his  old  boys  who  may  pos- 
sibly read  these  lines,  this  Irish  walking 
delegate  was  J.  D.  Bouchier,  and  he  was 
classical  master  in  a  famous  English 
public  school. 

FINANCIAL  TROUBLES  BEGAN  THE  STORM. 

AMONG  my  most  valued  acquaintances 
is  an  Austrian  banker,  a  Jew.  His 
name  is  seldom  heard  outside  of  Europe; 
but  one  of  the  great  international  bankers 
told  me  that  in  his  grasp  of  the  financial 
situation,  he  was  regarded  as  the  sound- 
est man  in  Europe.  The  Canadian  Paci- 
fic had  begun  that  year,  the  running  of  an 
observation  train  in  Austria.  My  friend 
was  unusually  interested,  not  in  the 
C.P.R.,  but  in  the  Grand  Trunk  and  the 
Canadian  investment  situation  as  a  whole. 
He  asked  many  questions.  I  remember 
telling  him  that  as  long  as  the  control 
of  the  G.T.R.  remained  with  such  men  as 
Sir  Rivers  Wilson  it  would  be  unwise  to 
put  any  money  in  its  securities;  but  that, 
under  capable  management  with  a  Cana- 
dian directorate,  with  politicians  letting 
it  alone,  its  underlying"  securities  ought 
to  be  safe  and  should  improve  greatly  in 
value.  I  saw  that  he  was  deeply  im- 
pressed. I  had  given  him  fully  fifteen 
minutes  straight  talk  that  morning,  as 
we  were  climbing  up  over  the  mountain's 
path  on  our  way  to  breakfast  in  the  val- 
ley on  the  other  side;  and  I  thought  it  was 
time  he  reciprocated  and  told  me  some- 
thing. He  was  a  very  quiet  man,  always 
under  perfect  control.  I  have  seen  him 
entertaining  at  dinner  without  saying 
more  than  a  few  words  all  evening.  I 
asked  him  to  tell  me,  what  I  most  wanted 


to  know.  What  was  on  the  other  side  of 
the  stone  wall,  that  always  stopped  my 
inquiries,  as  to  what  was  ahead  of  us 
financially.  He  stopped,  turned  on  me 
suddenly.  He  became  excited.  He  was 
dramatic,  impressive.  He  seized  me  by 
the  lapel  of  my  coat  and  almost  hissed: 
"The  outlook  is  very,  very  bad,  we  are 
going  to  have  a  severe  money  stringency." 

As  quickly  he  regained  control  of  him- 
self. He  had  given  me  the  information 
I  sought.  I  had  absolute  confidence  in 
him.  He  had  passed  the  excitement  on 
to  me.  I  had  learned  something  of  the 
greatest  importance.  As  we  resumed  our 
walk  he  gave  me  some  additional  inform- 
ation, but  he  did  not  give  me  any  hint  of 
the  coming  war  in  the  Balkans.  The  Jew- 
ish bankers  and  merchants,  I  have  since 
learned  were  extremely  active  in  the 
events  of  that  period. 

Shortly  after  I  conveyed  the  informa- 
tion to  our  readers  in  the  columns  of  The 
Financial  Post,  August,  1912,  I  think. 
The  article  urged  immediate  preparations 
for  strenuous  times  ahead;  to  collect  and 
save;  to  stop  borrowing;  to  stop  exten- 
sions to  buildings  and  plants.  It  was  de- 
cidedly unpopular.  It  was  against  the 
preconceived  opinions  and  wishes  of  our 
readers.  The  stringency  came  sure 
enough.  It  hit  our  real  estate  friends 
very  hard.  But,  we  of  the  business  and 
financial  press,  are  the  specialists  in  jour- 
nalism and  are  paid  to  give  the  real  facts, 
as  far  as  we  can  get  them,  whether  they 
are  favorable  or  otherwise  to  ourselves  or 
our  readers.  In  these  times,  particularly 
we  gather  and  publish  many  unpleasant 
truths. 

It  was  this  same  Austrian  Jew,  who,  in 
Berlin,  on  July  25th,  1914,  gave  me  the 
first  definite,  accurate,  information  that 
a  general  European  war  was  certain,  that 
only  a  miracle  could  stop  it;  that  he,  with 
others,  were  then  engaged  night  and  day 
doing  all  they  could  to  turn  aside  such  a 
fearful  catastrophe.  Further,  he  said  he 
did  not  see  how  we,  the  British,  could 
keep  out  of  it. 

IN  BERLIN,  BEFORE  THE  WAR. 

I  HAD  promised,  my  next  door  neighbor. 
Sir  Henry  Pellatt,  to  cable  him  per- 
sonally if  I  got  any  definite  news  on  the 
situation.  I  wrote  "Outlook  very  bad; 
general  European  war  certain."    On  my 


way  to  the  office  of  the  Adlon  Hotel,  with 
the  message  in  my  hand,  I  encountered  F. 
W.  Wile,  whose  series  of  articles  on  Ger- 
many appeared  some  years  ago  in  Mac- 
Lean's  Magazine,  and  another  acquaint- 
ance, the  head  of  a  Franco-American 
banking  house,  and  we  all  sat  in  the 
garden  to  discuss  the  situation.  They 
were  more  optimistic.  The  Kaiser  was  in 
the  wilds  of  Norway,  where  he  would  not 
have  gone  if  any  crisis  was  imminent.  Von 
Moltke  was  at  Karlsbad.  As  a  matter  of 
fact  he  returned  that  day  and  the  Kaiser 
the  next.  A  few  nights  after,  I  said  good- 
bye to  Wile  and  I  left  for  Ostend.  Twenty- 
four  hours  later  Wile  was  locked  up  in 
Spandau  with  a  battered  head  inflicted  by 
the  Adlon's  muitre  d'hotel.  Wile  was 
supposed  to  be  English,  but  proved  he 
came  from  Indiana  and  was  released 
about  four  a.m.  by  US.  Ambassador 
Gerrard  going  personally  to  the  fortress 
and  carrying  him  off  in  safety. 

My  cable,  slightly  amended,  was  given 
to  the  operator,  who  insisted  on  charging 
75  cents  a  word  to  Toronto.  Some  later 
cables  I  sent  from  outside  the  hotel,  an3 
was  charged  much  less.  On  inquiry  I 
found  that  the  only  rate  they  knew  at  the 
Adlon  was  to  British  Columbia.  To  them 
Canada  was  B.C.,  for  to  B.C.  went  many 
cables  from  Berlin.  Our  old  friend  Baron 
Alvon  Von  Alvon  Sleben,  of  Vancouver, 
I  had  learned  in  Berlin  the  year  before, 
had  made  millions  for  the  Kaiser  and 
others  in  the  Court  Circle.  One  young 
man  was  pointed  out  to  me  who  had  come 
home  with  $4,000,000.  Many  of  their 
cables  had  gone  through  the  Adlon's 
operator. 

what  we  must  do  now. 

JUST  after  I  had  completed  this  article, 
I  read  that  Sam.  Carter,  a  socialist- 
labor  leader,  who  represents  in  the  On- 
tario Legislature,  one  of  the  most  import- 
ant manufacturing  and  farming  constitu- 
encies, in  a  public  address  said  that  we 
should  form  a  war  cabinet  of  five  or  six 
of  our  ablest  business  executives  to  organ- 
ize and  conduct  our  affairs.  Mr.  Carter's 
speeches  remind  one  of  Lloyd  George.  He 
seems  to  be  a  man  of  superior  ability  and 
independent  thought.  He  said  he  was 
born  in  England,  brought  up  in  poverty, 
hates  war;  but  we  are  in  and  can't  help  it, 
and  the  shortest  and  most  effective  way 
out  is  to  give  the  job  to  the  men  who  know 
how,  not  to  the  present  politicians. 

Last  week,  chatting  with  one  of  the 
most  successful  Montreal  financiers,  a 
man  who  has  made  an  international  repu- 
tation among  bankers  and  industrial  lead- 
ers, he  said  exactly  the  same  thing  to  me. 
He  spoke  for  the  so-called  big  interests. 

Here  we  have  two  extremes  in  the  life 
of  our  country.  Their  opinion  is  worth 
-while.  They  are  in  perfect  agreement. 
They  show  the  Prime  Minister — now  in 
complete  control  of  our  national  affairs — 
the  way  the  country  first  wants  him  to  go. 
The  way  he  would  have  taken  long  ago 
but  for  the  helpless  associates  a  party 
government  system  forced  upon  him. 

There  is  no  division  of  opinion  on  this 
question.  Give  us  such  leadership.  De- 
feat the  Germans,  and  Canada  will  be- 
come one  of  the  most  prosperous  countries 
in  the  world.  Don't,  and  the  outlook  is 
too  gloomy  to  contemplate.  Capable  Gov- 
ernments is  everyone's  business.  I  esti- 
mate 300,000  will  read  this  article.  They 
are  sufficient  to  start,  keep  up  and  bring 
to  a  successful  conclusion  such  a  govern- 
ment reorganization. 


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The  Gun  Brand      | 

Continued  from  page  26. 

ing  men.  Two  of  them  fell  and  the 
others  escaped  into  the  timber." 

"You  did  not  see  any  whisky  in  the 
possession  of  these  Indians?"  asked  Cor- 
poral Ripley.  "You  merely  surmised 
they  were  drunk  by  their  actions?" 

Chloe  nodded.  "Yes,"  she  admitted, 
"but  certainly  there  can  be  no  doubt 
that  they  were  drunk.  Men  who  are  not 
drunk  do  not — " 

MacNair  interrupted  her.  "They  were 
drunk,"  he  said  quietly,  "very  drunk." 

"You  admit  that?"  asked  the  officer 
in  surprise.  "I  must  warn  you,  MacNair, 
that  anything  you  say  may  be  used 
against  you."     MacNair  nodded. 

"And,  as  to  the  killing  of  the  men," 
continued  Chloe,  "I  charge  MacNair  with 
their  murder." 

"Murder  is  a  very  serious  charge.  Miss 
Elliston.  Let's  go  over  the  facts  again. 
You  say  you  were  in  a  canoe  near  the 
shore — you  saw  a  man  you  say  was  Mac- 
Nair grab  a  rifle  from  an  Indian  and  kill 
two  men.  Stop  and  think,  now — it  was 
night  and  you  saw  all  this  by  firelight — 
are  you  sure  the  man  who  fired  the  shots 
was  MacNair?" 

"Absolutely!"  cried  the  girl,  with  a 
trace  of  irritation. 

"It  was  I  who  shot,"  interrupted  Mac- 
Nair. 

THE  officer  regarded  him  curiously 
and  again  addressed  the  girl.  "Once 
more.  Miss  Elliston,  do  you  know  that 
the  men  you  saw  fall  are  dead?  Mere 
shooting  won't  sustain  a  charge  of  mur- 
der." 

Chloe  hesitated.  "No,"  she  admitted 
reluctantly.  "I  did  not  examine  their 
dead  bodies,  if  that  is  what  you  mean. 
But  MacNair  afterward  told  me  that  he 
killed  them,  and  I  can  swear  to  having 
seen  them  fall." 

"The  men  are  dead,"  said  MacNair. 

The  officer  stared  in  astonishment. 
Chloe  also  was  puzzled  by  the  frank  ad- 
mission of  the  man,  and  she  gazed  into 
his  face  as  though  striving  to  pierce  its 
mask  and  discover  an  ulterior  motive. 
MacNair  returned  her  gaze  unflinching- 
ly, and  again  the  girl  felt  an  indescrib- 
able sense  of  smallness — of  helplessness 
before  this  man  of  the  north,  whose  very 
presence  breathed  strength  and  indom- 
itable man-power. 

"Was  it  possible,"  she  wondered,  "that 
he  would  dare  to  flaunt  this  strength  in 
the  very  face  of  the  law?"  She  turned 
to  Corporal  Ripley,  who  was  making 
notes  with  a  pencil  in  a  little  note-book. 
"Well,"  she  asked,  "is  my  evidence  speci- 
fic enough  to  warrant  this  man's  arrest?" 

The  officer  nodded  slowly.  "Yes,"  he 
answered  gravely.  "The  evidence  war- 
rants an  arrest.  Very  probably  several 
arrests." 

"You  mean,"  asked  the  girl,  "that  you 
think  he  may  have — an  accomplice?" 

"No,  Miss  Elliston,  I  don't  mean  that. 
In  spite  of  your  evidence  and  his  own 
words,  I  don't  think  MacNair  is  guilty. 
There  is  something  queer  here.  I  guess 
there  is  no  doubt  that  whisky  has  been 
run  into  the  territory,  and  that  it  has 
been  supplied  to  the  Indians.  You  charge 
MacNair  with  these  crimes,  and  I've  got 
to  arrest  him." 

Chloe  was  about  to  retort  when  the 
officer  interrupted  her  with  a  gesture. 

"Just  a  moment,  please,"  he  said  quiet- 


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ly,  "I'm  not  sure  I  can  make  myself  plain 
to  you,  but  you  see,  in  the  north  we 
know  something  of  MacNair's  work.  Of 
what  he  has  done  in  spite  of  the  odds.  We 
know  the  north  needs  men  like  MacNair. 
You  claim  to  be  a  friend  of  the  Indians. 
Do  you  realize  that  up  on  Snare  Lake, 
right  now,  are  a  bunch  of  Indians  who 
depend  on  MacNair  for  their  existence? 
MacNair's  absence  will  cause  suffering 
among  them  and  even  death.  If  his 
storehouse  has  been  burned  what  are  they 
going  to  eat?  On  your  statements  I've  got 
to  enter  charges  against  MacNair.  First 
and  foremost  the  charge  of  murder.  He 
will  also  be  charged  with  importing  li- 
quor, having  liquor  in  prohibited  terri- 
tory, smuggling  whisky,  and  supplying 
liquor  to  the  Indians. 

"Now,  Miss  Elliston,  for  the  good  of 
those  Indians  on  Snare  Lake,  I  want  you 
to  withdraw  the  charge  of  murder.  The 
other  offences  are  bailable  ones,  and  in  my 
judgment  he  should  be  allowed  to  return 
to  his  Indians.  Then,  when  his  trial 
comes  up  at  the  spring  assizes,  the  charge 
of  murder  can  be  placed  against  him. 
I'll  bet  a  year's  pay  MacNair  isn't  to 
blame.  In  the  mean  time  we  will  get 
busy  and  comb  the  barrens  for  the  real 
criminals.  I've  got  a  hunch.  And  you 
can  take  my  word  that  justice  shall  be 
done,  no  matter  where  the  blow  falls." 

SUDDENLY,  through  Chloe's  mind 
flashed  the  memory  of  what  Lapierre 
had  told  her  of  the  Mounted.  She  arose 
to  her  feet  and,  drawing  herself  up 
haughtily,  glared  into  the  face  of  the 
officer.  When  she  spoke,  her  voice  rang 
hard  with  scorn. 

"It  is  very  evident  that  you  don't  want 
to  arrest  MacNair.  I  have  heard  that 
he  is  a  law  unto  himself — that  he  would 
defy  arrest — that  he  has  the  Mounted 
subsidized.  I  did  not  believe  it  at  the 
time.  I  regarded  it  merely  as  the  ex- 
aggerated statement  of  a  man  who  just- 
ly hates  him.  But  it  seems  this  man  was 
right.  You  need  not  trouble  yourself 
about  MacNair's  Indians.  I  will  stand 
sponsor,  for  their  welfare.  They  are  my 
Indians  now.  I  warn  you  that  the  day 
of  MacNair  is  past.  I  refuse  to  with- 
draw a  single  word  of  my  charges  against 
him,  and  you  will  either  arrest  him,  or  I 
shall  go  straight  to  Ottawa.  And  I  shall 
never  rest  until  I  have  blazoned  before 
the  world  the  whole  truth  about  your 
rotten  system!  What  will  Canada  say, 
when  she  learns  that  the  Mounted — the 
men  who  have  been  held  up  before  all  the 
world  as  models  of  bravery,  efficiency, 
and  honor — are  as  crooked  and  grafting 
as — as  the  police  of  New  York?" 

Corporal  Ripley's  face  showed  red 
through  the  tan,  and  he  started  to  his 
feet  with  an  exclamation  of  anger.  "Hold 
on  corporal."  The  voice  of  MacNair  was 
the  quiet  voice  with  which  one  soothes  a 
petulant  child.  He  remained  seated  and 
pushed  the  Stetson  toward  the  back  of 
his  head.  "She  really  believes  it.  Don't 
hold  it  against  her.  It  is  not  her  fault. 
When  the  smoke  has  cleared  away  and 
she  gets  her  bearings,  we're  all  going  to 
like  her.  In  fact,  I'm  thinking  that  the 
time  is  coming  when  the  only  one  who 
will  hate  her  will  be  herself.  I  like  her 
now;  though  she  is  not  what  you'd  call 
my  friend.    I  mean — not  yet." 

Corporal  Ripley  gazed  in  astonishment 
at  MacNair  and  then  very  frigidly  he 
turned  to  Chloe.  "Then  the  charge  of 
murder  stands?" 

"Yes,  it  does,"  answered  the  girl.    "If 


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he  were  allowed  to  go  free  now  there 
would  be  three  murders  instead  of  two  by 
the  time  of  the  spring  assizes,  or  what- 
ever you  call  them,  for  he  is  even  now 
upon  the  trail  of  a  man  he  has  threatened 
to  kill.  I  can  give  you  his  exact  words. 
He  said:  'I  have  taken  the  man-trail     .     . 

and  at  the  end  of  that  trial  will  lie^  a 

dead  man— myself  or  Pierre  Lapierre!'  " 

"Lapierre!"  exclaimed  the  officer. 
"What  has  he  got  to  do  with  it?"  He 
turned  to  MacNair  as  if  expecting  an  an- 
swer. But  MacNair  remained  silent. 
"Why  don't  you  charge  Lapierre  with  the 
crimes  you  told  me  he  was  guilty  of?" 
taunted  the  girl.  Again  she  saw  that 
baffling  twinkle  in  the  gray  eyes  of  the 
man.     Then  the  eyes  hardened. 

"The  last  thing  I  desire  is  the  arrest  of 
Lapierre,"  he  answered.  "Lapierre  must 
answer  to  me."  The  words,  pronounced 
slowly  and  distinctly,  rasped  hard.  In 
spite  of  herself  Chloe  shuddered. 

Corporal  Ripley  shifted  uneasily. 
"We'd  better  be  going,  MacNair,"  he 
said.  "There's  something  queer  about 
this  whole  business — something  I  don't 
quite  understand.  It's  up  to  me  to  take 
you  up  the  river;  but,  believe  me,  I'm 
coming  back!  I'll  get  at  the  bottom  of 
this  thing  if  it  takes  me  five  years.  Are 
you  ready?" 

MacNair  nodded. 

"I  can  let  you  have  some  Indians," 
suggested  the  girl. 

"What  for?" 

"Why,  for  a  guard,  of  course;  to  help 
you  with  your  prisoner." 

Ripley  drew  himself  up  and  answered 
abruptly:  "The  Mounted  is  quite  capable 
of  managing  its  own  affairs.  Miss  Ellis- 
ton.  I  don't  need  your  Indians,  thank 
you." 

Chloe  glanced  wrathfully  into  the  boy- 
ish face  of  the  officer.  "Suit  yourself," 
she  answered  sweetly.  "But  if  I  were 
you,  I'd  want  a  whole  regiment  of  In- 
dians. Because  if  MacNair  wants  to, 
he'll  eat  you  up." 

"He  won't  want  to,"  snapped  Ripley. 
"I  don't  taste  good." 

As  they  passed  out  of  the  door,  Mac- 
Nair turned.  "Good-by,  Miss  Elliston," 
he  said  gravely.  "Beware  of  Pierre  La- 
pierre." Chloe  made  no  reply,  and  as 
MacNait  turned  to  go,  he  chanced  to 
glance  into  the  wide,  expressionless  face 
of  Big  Lena,  who  had  stood  throughout 
the  interview  leaning  heavily  against  the 
jamb  of  the  kitchen  door.  Something  in- 
scrutable in  the  stare  of  the  fishlike, 
china-blue  eyes  clung  in  his  memory,  and, 
try  as  he  would  in  the  days  that  followed, 
MacNair  could  not  fathom  the  meaning 
of  that  stare,  if  indeed  it  had  any  mean- 
ing. MacNair  did  not  know  why,  but  in 
some  inexplainable  manner  the  memory 
of  that  look  eased  many  a  weary  mile. 


CHAPTER  XVII 

A   FRAME-UP. 

NEWS,  of  a  kind,  travels  on  the  wings 
of  the  wind  across  wastes  of  the  far- 
ther land.  Principalities  may  fall,  na- 
tions crash,  and  kingdoms  sink  into  ob- 
livion, and  the  north  will  neither  know 
nor  care.  For  the  north  has  its  own  pro- 
blems— vital  problems,  human  prob- 
lems— and  therefore  big,  elemental, 
portentous  problems,  having  to  do  with 
life  and  the  eating  of  meat. 

In  the  crash   and  shift  of  man-made 
governments;    in    the    redistribution    of 


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has  no  part.  On  the  cold  side  of  sixty 
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terms  of  meat,  and  their  possessions  are 
meat-getting  possessions.  Guns,  nets, 
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forms,  dry  lipped,  and  with  the  skin 
drawn  tightly  over  protruding  ribs,  stif- 
fen between  shoddy  blankets.  For  even 
the  philosophers  of  the  land  of  God  and 
the  H.  B.  C.  must  eat  to  live — if  not  this 
week,  at  least  once  next  week. 

The  H.  B.  C,  taking  wise  cognizance 
of  the  seventh  year,  extends  it  credit — 
"debts"  it  is  called  in  the  outlands — but 
it  puts  no  more  wool  in  its  blankets,  and 
for  lack  of  food  the  body-fires  burn  low. 
But  the  cold  remains  inexorable.  And 
with  the  thermometer  at  seventy  degrees 
below  zero,  even  in  the  years  of  plenty, 
when  the  philosophers  eat  almost  daily, 
there  is  little  of  comfort.  With  the  ther- 
mometer at  seventy  in  the  lean  years, 
the  suffering  is  diminished  by  the  passing 
of  many  philosophers. 

The  arrest  of  Bob  MacNair  was  a  mat- 
ter of  sovereign  import  to  the  dwellers 
of  the  frozen  places,  and  word  of  it 
swept  like  wildfire  through  the  land  of 
the  lakes  and  rivers.  Yet  in  all  the  north 
those  upon  whom  it  made  the  least  im- 
pression were  those  most  vitally  concern- 
ed— MacNair's  own  Indians.  So  quietly 
had  the  incident  passed  that  not  one  of 
them  realized  its  importance. 

With  them  MacNair  was  God.  He  was 
the  laiv.  He  had  taught  them  to  work,  so 
that  even  in  the  lean  years  they  and 
their  wives  and  their  babies  ate  twice 
each  day.  He  had  said  that  they  should 
continue  to  eat  twice  each  day,  and  there- 
fore his  departure  was  a  matter  of  no 
moment.  They  knew  only  that  he  had 
gone  southward  with  the  man  of  the  sol- 
dier-police. This  was  doubtless  as  he  had 
commanded.  They  could  conceive  of 
MacNair  only  as  commanding.  There- 
fore the  soldier-policeman  had  obeyed  and 
accompanied  him  to  the  southward. 

With  no  such  complacency, ,  however, 
was  the  arrest  of  MacNair  regarded  by 
the  henchmen  of  Lapierre.  To  them  Mac- 
Nair was  not  God,  nor  was  he  the  law. 
For  these  men  knew  well  the  long  arm  of 
the  Mounted  and  what  lay  at  the  end  of 
the  trail.  Lean  forms  sped  through  the 
woods,  and  the  word  passed  from  lip  to 
lip  in  far  places.  It  was  whispered  upon 
the  Slave,  the  Mackenzie,  and  the  Atha- 
basca, and  it  was  told  in  the  provinces 
before  MacNair  and  Ripley  reached  Fort 
Chippewayan.  Along  the  river  men  talk- 
ed excitedly,  and  impatiently  awaited 
word  from  Lapierre,  while  their  eyes 
snapped  with  greed  and  their  thoughts 
flew  to  the  gold  in  the  sands  of  the  bar- 
ren grounds. 

In  the  Bastile  du  Mort,  a  hundred 
miles  to  the  eastward,  Lapierre  heard  the 
news  from  the  lips  of  a  breathless  runner, 
but  a  scant  ten  hours  after  Corporal  Rip- 
ley and  MacNair  stepped  from  the  door 
of  the  cottage.  And  within  the  hour  the 
quarter-breed  was  upon  the  trail,  travel- 
ing light,  in  company  with  Lefroy,  who, 
fearing  swift  vengeance,  had  also  sought 
safety  in  the  stronghold  of  the  outlaws. 

Chloe  Elliston  stood  in  the  doorway 
and  watched  the  broad  form  of  Bob 
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in  company  with  Corporal  Ripley.  As 
the  men  disappeared  in  the  timber  a 
fierce  joy  of  victory  surged  through  her 
veins.  She  had  bared  the  mailed  fist! 
Had  wrested  a  people  from  the  hand  of 
their  oppressors!  The  Snare  Lake  In- 
dians were  henceforth  to  be  her  Indians! 
She  had  rid  the  north  of  MacNair! 
Every  fiber  of  her  sang  with  the  exul- 
tation of  it  as  she  turned  into  the  room 
and  encountered  the  fishlike  stare  of  Big 
Lena. 

The  woman  leaned,  ponderous  and  si- 
lent, against  the  jamb  of  the  door  giving 
into  the  kitchen.  Her  huge  arms  were 
folded  tightly  across  her  breast,  and  for 
some  inexplicable  reason,  Chloe  found 
the  stare  disconcerting.  The  enthusiasm 
of  her  victory  damped  perceptibly.  For 
if  the  fish-eyed  stare  held  nothing  of  re- 
proach, it  certainly  held  nothing  of  ap- 
probation. Almost  the  girl  read  a  con- 
descending pity  in  the  stare  of  the  china- 
blue  eyes.  The  thought  stung,  and  she 
faced  the  other  wrathfully. 

"Well,  for  Heaven's  sake  say  some- 
thing! Don't  stand  there  and  stare  like 
a— a  billikin!      Can't  you  talk?" 

"Yah,  Ay  tank  Ay  kin;  but  Ay  von't 
— not  yat." 

"What  do  you  mean?"  cried  the  ex- 
asperated girl,  as  she  flung  herself  into  a 
chair.  But  without  deigning  to  answer. 
Big  Lena  turned  heavily  into  the  kitchen, 
and  closed  the  door  with  a  bang  that  im- 
poverished invective.  For  volumes  may 
be  spoken  in  the  banging  of  a  door;  and 
thus  the  moment  was  inauspicious  for  the 
entrance  of  Harriet  Penny.  At  best, 
Chloe  merely  endured  the  little  spinster, 
with  her  whining,  hysterical  outbursts, 
and  abject,  unreasoning  fear  of  God,  man, 
the  devil,  and  everything  else.  "Oh,  my 
dear,  I  am  so  glad!"  piped  the  little  wo- 
man, rushing  to  the  girl's  side;  "we  need 
never  fear  him  again,  need  we?" 

"Nobody  ever  did  fear  him  but  you," 
retorted  Chloe. 

"But,  Mr.  Lapierre  said — " 

The  girl  arose  with  a  gesture  of  impa- 
tience, and  Miss  Penny  returned  to  Mac- 
Nair. "He  is  so  big,  and  coarse,  and 
horrible!  I  am  sure  even  his  looks  are 
enough  to  frighten  a  person  to  death." 

Chloe  sniffed.  "I  think  he  is  hand- 
some, and  he  is  big  and  strong.  I  like 
big  people." 

"But,  my  dear!"  cried  the  horrified 
Miss  Penny.    "He — he  kills  Indians!" 

"So  do  I!"  snapped  the  girl,  and  stamp- 
ed angrily  into  her  own  room,  where 
she  threw  herself  upon  the  bed  and  gave 
way  to  bitter  reflections.  She  hated  every 
one.  She  hated  MacNair,  and  Big  Lena, 
and  Harriet  Penny,  and  the  officer  of 
the  Mounted.  She  hated  Lapierre  and 
the  Indians,  too.  And  then,  realizing  the 
folly  of  her  blind  hatred,  she  hated  her- 
self for  hating.  With  an  effort  she  re- 
gained her  poise. 

"MacNair  is  out  of  the  way;  and  that's 
the  main  thing,"  she  murmured.  She 
remembered  his  last  words:  "Beware  of 
Pierre  Lapierre,"  and  her  eyes  sought  the 
man's  hastily  scribbled  note  that  lay  up- 
on the  table  where  he  had  left  it.  She 
reread  the  note,  and  crumpling  it  in  her 
hand,  threw  it  to  the  floor.  "He  always 
manages  to  be  some  place  else  when  any- 
thing happens!"  she  exclaimed.  "Oh, 
why  couldn't  it  have  been  the  other  way 
around?  Why  couldn't  MacNair  have 
been  the  one  to  have  the  interest  of  the 
Indians  at  heart?    And  why  couldn't  La- 

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pierre  have  been  the  one  to  browbeat  and  :  t? 

bully  them?"  ' 

She  paced  angrily  up  and  down  the  ; 
room,  and  kicked  viciously  at  the  little 
ball  of  paper  that  was  Lapierre's  note. 
"He  couldn't  browbeat  anything!"  she 
exclaimed.  "He's— he's — sometimes,  I 
think,  he's  almost  sneaking,  with  his 
bland,  courtly  manners,  and  his  suave 
tongue.  Oh,  how  I  could  hate  that  man! 
And  how  I — "  she  stopped  suddenly,  and 
with  clenched  fists  fixed  her  gaze  upon 
the  portrait  of  Tiger  Elliston,  and  as  she 
looked  the  thin  features  that  returned  her 
stare  seemed  to  resolve  into  the  rugged 
outlines  of  the  face  of  Bob  MacNair. 

"He's   big   and    strong,   and    he's    not 
afraid,"  she  murmured,  and  started  nerv- 
ously at  the  knock  with  which  Big  Lena  , 
announced  supper. 

When  Chloe  appeared  at  the  table  five 
minutes  later  she  was  quite  her  usual  self. 
She  even  laughed  at  Harriet  Penny's  hor- 
rified narrative  of  the  fact  that  she  had  ■ 
discovered  several  Indians  in  the  act  of 
affixing  runners  to  the  collapsible  bath-  ' 
tubs  in  anticipation  of  the  coming  snow. 

CHLOE  spent  an  almost  sleepless  night, 
and  it  was  with  a  feeling  of  distinct 
relief  that  she  arose  to  find  Lapierre  upon 
the  verandah.  She  noted  a  certain  in- 
tense eagerness  in  the  quarter-breed's 
voice  as  he  greeted  her. 

"Ah,  Miss  Elliston!"  he  cried,  seizing 
both  her  hands.  "It  seems  that  during 
my  brief  absence  you  have  accomplished 
wonders!  May  I  ask  how  you  managed 
to  bring  about  the  downfall  of  that  brute 
of  the  north,  and  at  the  same  time  win  his 
Indians  to  your  school?" 

TTnder  the  enthusiasm  of  his  words  the 
girl's  heart  once  more  quickened  with  the 
sense  of  victory.  She  withdrew  her  hands 
from  his  clasp  and  gave  a  brief  account 
of  all  that  had  happened  since  their  part- 
ing on  Snare  Lake. 

"Wonderful,"  breathed  Lapierre  at  the 
conclusion  of  the  recital.  "And  you  are 
sure  he  was  duly  charged  with  the  mur- 
der of  the  two  Indians?" 

Chloe  nodded.  "Yes,  indeed  I  am 
sure!"  she  eclaimed.  "The  officer.  Cor- 
poral Ripley,  tried  to  get  me  to  put  off 
this  charge  until  his  other  trial  came  up 
at  the  spring  asizes.  He  said  McNair 
could  give  bail  and  secure  his  liberty  on 
the  liquor  charges,  and  thus  return  to  the 
north — and  to  his  Indians." 

Lapierre  nodded  eagerly.  "Ah,  did  I 
not  tell  you.  Miss  Elliston,  that  the  men 
of  the  Mounted  are  with  him  heart  and 
soul?  He  owns  them!  You  have  done 
well  not  to  withdraw  the  charge  of  mur- 
der." 

"I  offered  to  furnish  him  with  an  es- 
cort of  Indians,  but  he  refused  them.  I 
don't  see  how  in  the  world  he  can  expect 
to  take  MacNair  to  jail.  He's  a  mere 
boy." 

Lapierre  laughed.  "He'll  take  him  to 
jail  all  right,  you  may  rest  assured  as  to 
that.  He  will  not  dare  to  allow  him  to 
escape,  nor  will  MacNair  try  to  escape. 
We  have  nothing  to  fear  now  until  the 
trial.  It  is  extremely  doubtful  if  we  can 
make  the  murder  charge  stick,  but  it  will 
serve  to  hold  him  during  the  winter,  and 
I  have  no  doubt  when  his  case  comes  up 
in  the  spring  we  will  be  able  to  produce 
evidence  that  will  insure  conviction  on 
the  whiskey  charges  which  will  mean  at 
least  a  year  or  two  in  jail  and  the  exac- 
tion of  a  heavy  fine. 

"In  the  meantime  you  will  have  suc- 
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zation  of  the  fact  that  they  owe  alleg- 
iance to  no  man.  MacNair's  power  is 
broken.  He  will  be  discredited  by  the 
authorities,  and  hated  by  his  own  In- 
dians— a  veritable  pariah  of  the  wilder- 
ness. And  now,  Miss  Elliston,  I  must 
hasten  at  once  to  the  rivers.  My  inter- 
ests there  have  long  been  neglected.  I 
shall  return  as  soon  as  possible,  but  my 
absence  will  necessarily  be  prolonged,  for 
beside  my  own  trading  affairs  and  the 
getting  out  of  the  timber  for  new  scows,  I 
hope  to  procure  such  additional  evidence 
as  will  insure  the  conviction  of  MacNair. 
Lef  roy  will  remain  with  you  here." 

"Did  you  catch  the  whisky-runners?" 
Chloe  asked. 

Lapierre  shook  his  head.  "No,"  he 
answered,  "they  succeeded  in  eluding  us 
among  the  islands  at  the  eastern  end  of 
the  lake.  We  were  about  to  push  our 
search  to  a  conclusion  when  news  reached 
us  of  MacNair's  arrest,  and  we  returned 
with  all  speed  to  the  Yellow  Knife." 

Somehow,  the  man's  words  sounded 
unconvincing  —  the  glib  reply  was  too 
ready — too  like  the  studied  answer  to  an 
anticipated  question.  She  regarded  him 
searchingly,  but  the  simple  directness  of 
his  gaze  caused  her  own  eyes  to  falter, 
and  she  turned  into  the  house  with  a  deep 
breath  that  was  very  like  a  sigh. 

The  sense  of  elation  and  self-confi- 
dence inspired  by  Lapierre's  first  words 
ebbed  as  it  had  ebbed  before  the  un- 
spoken rebuke  of  Big  Lena,  leaving  her 
strangely  depressed.  With  the  joy  of  ac- 
complishment dead  within  her,  she  drove 
herself  to  work  without  enthusiasm. 
In  all  the  world,  nothing  seemed  worth 
while.  She  was  unsure — unsure  of  La- 
pierre; unsure  of  herself;  unsure  of  Big 
Lena — and,  worst  of  all,  unbelievable  and 
preposterous  as  it  seemed  in  the  light  of 
what  she  had  witnessed  with  her  own 
eyes,  unsure  of  MacNair — of  his  villainy ! 

Before  noon  the  first  snow  of  the  sea- 
son started  in  a  fall  of  light,  feathery 
flakes,  which  gradually  resolved  them- 
selves into  fine,  hard  particles  that  were 
hurled  and  buffeted  about  by  the  blasts 
of  a  fitful  wind. 

FOR  three  days  the  blizzard  raged  — 
days  in  which  Lapierre  contrived  to 
spend  much  time  in  Chloe's  company,  and 
during  which  the  girl  set  about  deliberate- 
ly to  study  the  quarter-breed,  in  hope  of 
placing  definitely  the  defect  in  his  make- 
up, the  tangible  reason  for  the  growing 
sense  of  distrust  with  which  she  was  com- 
ing to  regard  him.  But,  try  as  she  would, 
she  could  find  no  cause,  no  justification, 
for  the  uncomfortable  and  indefinable 
something  that  was  gradually  developing 
into  an  actual  doubt  of  his  sincerity.  She 
knew  that  the  man  had  himself  well  in 
hand,  for  never  by  word  or  look  did  he 
express  any  open  avowal  of  love,  although 
a  dozen  times  a  day  he  managed  subtly 
to  show  that  his  love  had  in  no  wise 
abated. 

On  the  morning  of  the  fourth  day,  with 
forest  and  lake  and  river  buried  beneath 
three  feet  of  snow,  Lapierre  took  the  trail 
for  the  southward.  Before  leaving,  he 
sought  out  Lefroy  in  the  storehouse. 

"We  have  things  our  own  way,  but  we 
must  lie  low  for  a  while,  at  least.  Mac- 
Nair is  not  licked  yet — by  a  damn  sight! 
He  knows  we  furnished  the  booze  to  his 
Indians,  and  he  will  yell  his  head  off  to 
the  Mounted,  and  we  will  have  them 
dropping  in  on  us  all  the  winter.  In  the 
meantime  leave  the  liquor  where  it  is. 
Don't  bring  a  gallon  of  it  into  this  clear- 


ing. It  will  keep  and  we  can't  take 
chances  with  the  Mounted.  There  will 
be  enough  in  it  for  us,  with  what  we  can 
knock  down  here,  and  what  the  boys  can 
take  out  of  MacNair's  diggings.  They 
know  the  gold  is  there;  most  of  them  were 
in  on  the  stampede  when  MacNair  drove 
them  back  a  few  years  ago.  And  when 
they  find  out  that  MacNair  is  in  jail, 
there  will  be  another  stampede.  And  we 
will  clean  up  big  all  around. 

Lefroy,  a  man  of  few  words,  nodded 
somberly,  and  Lapierre,  who  was  impa- 
tient to  be  off  to  the  rivers,  failed  to  note 
that  the  nod  was  far  more  somber  than 
usual — failed,  also,  to  note  the  pair  of 
china-blue,  fishlike  eyes  that  stared  im- 
passively at  him  from  behind  the  goods 
piled  high  upon  the  huge  counter. 

Once  upon  the  trail,  Lapierre  lost  no 
time.  He  passed  the  word  upon  the  Mac- 
kenzie, where  the  men  who  had  heard  of 
the  arrest  of  MacNair  waited  in  a  frenzy 
of  impatience  for  the  signal  that  would 
send  them  flying  over  the  snow  to  Snare 
Lake.  Day  and  night  the  man  traveled; 
from  the  Mackenzie  southward  the 
length  of  Slave  and  up  the  Athabasca. 
And  in  his  wake  men,  whose  eyes  fairly 
bulged  with  the  greed  of  gold,  jammed 
their  outfits  into  packs  and  headed  into 
the  north. 

At  Athabasca  Landing  he  sent  a  crew 
into  the  timber,  and  hastened  on  to  Ed- 
monton, where  he  purchased  a  railway 
ticket  for  a  point  that  had  nothing  what- 
ever to  do  with  his  destination.  That 
same  night  he  boarded  an  east-bound 
train,  and  in  an  early  hour  of  the  morn- 
ing, when  the  engine  paused  for  water 
beside  a  tank  that  was  the  most  conspic- 
uous building  of  a  little  flat  town  in  the 
heart  of  a  peaceful  farming  community, 
he  stepped  unnoticed  from  the  day  coach 
and  proceeded  at  once  to  the  low,  wood- 
en hotel,  where  he  was  cautiously  admit- 
ted through  a  rear  door  by  the  landlord 
himself,  who  was  incidentally,  Lapierre's 
shrewdest  and  most  effective  whisky- 
runner. 

It  was  this  Tostoff,  Russian  by  birth, 
and  a  crook  by  nature,  whose  business 
it  was  to  disguise  the  contraband  whisky 
into  innocent-looking  freight  pieces.  And 
it  was  Tostoff  who  selected  the  men  and 
stood  responsible  for  the  contraband's 
safe  conduct  over  the  first  stage  of  its 
journey  into  the  north. 

Tostoff  objected  strenuously  to  the 
running  of  a  consignment  in  winter,  but 
Lapierre  persisted,  covering  the  ground 
step  by  step  while  the  other  listened  with 
a  scowl. 

"It's  this  way,  Tostoff.  For  years  Mac- 
Nair has  been  our  chief  stumbling  block. 
God  knows  we  have  trouble  enough  run- 
ning the  stuff  past  the  Dominion  police 
and  the  Mounted.  But  the  danger  from 
the  authorities  is  small  in  comparison 
with  the  danger  from  MacNair."  Tostoff 
growled  an  assent.  "And  now,"  contin- 
ued Lapierre,  "for  the  first  time  we  have 
him  where  we  want  him." 

The  Russian  looked  skeptical.  "We 
got  MacNair  where  we  want  him  if  he's 
dead,"  he  grunted.     "Who  killed  him?" 

Lapierre  made  a  gesture  of  impatience. 
"He  is  not  dead.  He's  locked  up  in  the 
Fort  Saskatchewan  jail." 

For  the  first  time  Tostoff  showed  real 
interest.  "What's  against  him?"  he  ask- 
ed eagerly. 

"Murder,  for  one  thing,"  answered  La- 
pierre. "That  will  hold  him  without  bail 
until  the  spring  assizes.  He  will  probably 
get  out  of  that,  though.     But  they  are 


holding  him  also  on  four  or  five  liquor 
charges." 

"Liquor  charges!"  cried  Tostoff,  with 
angry  snort.  "Oh-o!  so  that's  his  game? 
That's  why  he's  been  bucking  us — be- 
cause he's  got  a  line  of  his  own !" 

Lapierre  laughed.  "Not  so  fast,  Tos- 
toff, not  so  fast.  It  is  a  frame-up.  That 
is,  the  charges  are  not,  but  the  evidence 
is.  I  attended  to  that  myself.  I  think 
we  have  enough  on  him  to  keep  him  out 
of  the  cold  for  a  couple  of  winters  to 
come.  But  you  can't  tell.  And  while 
we  have  him  we  will  put  the  screws  to  him 
for  all  there  is  in  it.  It  is  the  chance  of 
a  lifetime.  What  we  want  now  is  evi- 
dence— and  more  evidence. 

"Here  is  the  scheme:  You  fix  up  a 
consignment,  five  or  ten  gallons,  the  usual 
way,  and  instead  of  shooting  it  in  by  the 
Athabasca,  cut  into  the  old  trail  on  the 
Beaver  and  take  it  across  the  Methye 
portage  to  a  cache     on     the  Clearwater. 

"Brown's  old  cabin  will  about  fill  the 
bill.  We  ought  to  be  able  to  cache  the 
stuff  by  Christmas. 

"In  the  mean  time,  I  will  slip  up  the 
river  and  tip  it  off  to  the  Mounted  at  Fort 
McMurray  that  I  got  it  straight  from 
down  below  that  MacNair  is  going  to  run 
in  a  batch  over  the  Methye  trail,  and 
that  it  is  to  be  cached  on  the  bank  of 
the  Clearwater  on  New  Year's  Day. 
That  will  give  your  packers  a  week  to 
make  their  getaway.  And  on  New  Year's 
Day  the  Mounted  will  find  the  stuff  in  the 
cache.  There  will  be  nobody  to  arrest, 
but  they  will  have  the  evidence  that  will 
clinch  the  case  against  MacNair.  And 
with  MacNair  behind  the  bars  we  will 
have  things  our  own  way  north  of  sixty." 

Tostoff  shook  his  head  dubiously. 

"Bad  business,  Lapierre,"  he  warned. 
"Winter  trailing  is  bad  business.  The 
snow  tells  tales.  We  haven't  been  caught 
yet.  Why?  Not  because  we've  been 
lucky,  but  because  we've  been  careful. 
Water  leaves  no  trail.  We've  always  run 
our  stuff  in  the  summer.  You  say 
you've  got  the  goods  on  MacNair.  I  say, 
let  well  enough  alone.  The  Mounted 
ain't  fools — they  can  read  the  sign  in  the 
snow." 

Lapierre  arose  with  a  curse.  "You 
white-livered  clod!"  he  cried.  "Who  is 
running  this  scheme?  You  or  I?  Who 
delivers  the  whisky  to  the  Indians?  And 
who  pays  you  your  money?  I  do  the 
thinking  for  this  outfit.  I  didn't  come 
down  here  to  ask  you  to  run  this  con- 
signment. I  came  here  to  tell  you  to 
do  it.  This  thing  of  playing  safe  is  al- 
right. I  never  told  you  to  run  a  batch 
in  the  winter  before,  but  this  time  you 
have  got  to  take  the  chance." 

Lapierre  leaned  closer  and  fixed  the 
heavy-faced  Russian  with  his  gleaming 
black  eyes.  He  spoke  slowly  so  that  the 
words  fell  distinctly  from  his  lips.  "You 
cache  that  liquor  on  the  Clearwater  on 
Christmas  Day.  If  you  fail — well,  you 
will  join  the  others  that  have  been  dis- 
missed from  my  service — see?" 

Tostoff's  only  reply  was  a  ponderous 
but  expressive  shrug,  and  without  a  word 
Lapierre  turned  and  stepped  out  into  the 
night. 

CHAPTER  XVIIL 
WHAT  HAPPENED  AT  BROWN'S. 

IT  was  the  middle  of  December.    Storm 
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and  silent  beneath  its  white  covering  of  '. 
snow.     A  dog-team  swung  across  the  sur- 
face   of    the    ice-locked    Athabasca,    and 


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took  the  steep  slope  at  Fort  McMurray 
on  a  long  slant. 

Leaving  the  dogs  in  care  of  the  musher, 
Pierre  Lapierre  loosened  the  thongs  of  his 
rackets,  and,  pushing  open  the  door, 
stamped  noisily  into  the  detachment 
quarters  of  the  Mounted  and  advanced 
to  the  stove  where  two  men  were  mend- 
ing dog-harness.    The  men  looked  up. 

"Speaking  of  the  devil,"  grinned  Con- 
stable Craig,  with  a  glance  toward  Cor- 
poral Ripley,  who  greeted  the  newcomer 
with  a  curt  nod,  "Well,  Lapierre,  where 
d'  you  come  from?" 

Lapierre  jerked  his  thumb  toward  the 
southward.  "Up  river,"  he  answered. 
"Getting  out  timber  for  my  scows."  Re- 
moving his  cap  and  mittens,  the  quarter- 
breed  loosened  his  heavy  moose-hide 
parka,  beat  the  clinging  snow  from  the 
coarse  hair,  and  drew  a  chair  to  the  stove. 

"Come  through  from  the  Landing  on 
the  river?"  asked  Ripley,  as  he  filled  a 
short  black  pipe  with  the  tobacco  he 
shaved  from  a  plug.    "How's  the  trail?" 

"Good  and  hard,  except  for  the  slush 
at  the  Boiler  and  another  stretch  just  be- 
low the  Cascade."  Lapierre  rolled  a  ciga- 
rette. "Hear  you  caught  MacNair  with 
the  goods  at  last,"  he  ventured. 

Ripley  nodded. 

"Looks  like  it,"  he  admitted.  "But 
what  do  you  mean,  'at  last'?" 

The  quarter-breed  laughed  lightly  and 
blew  a  cloud  of  cigarette-smoke  ceiling- 
ward.  "I  mean  he  has  had  things  pretty 
much  his  own  way  the  last  six  or  eight 
years." 

"Meanin'  he's  been  runnin'  whisky  all 
that  time?"  asked  Craig. 

Lapierre  nodded.  "He  has  run  booze 
enough  into  the  north  to  float  a  canoe 
from  here  to  Fort  Chippewayan." 

It  was  Ripley's  turn  to  laugh.  "If  you 
are  so  all-fired  wise,  why  haven't  you 
made  a  complaint?"  he  asked.  "Seems 
like  I  never  heard  you  and  MacNair  were 
such  good  friends." 

Lapierre  shrugged.  "I  know  a  whole 
lot  of  men  who  have  got  their  full  growth 
because  they  minded  their  own  business," 
he  answered.  "I  am  not  in  the  Mount- 
ed.   That's  what  you  are  paid  for." 

Ripley  flushed.  "We'll  earn  our  pay 
on  this  job  all  right.  We've  got  the 
goods  on  him  this  time.  And,  by  the  way, 
Lapierre,  if  you've  got  anything  in  the 
way  of  evidence,  we'll  be  wanting  it  at 
the  trial.  Better  show  up  in  May,  and 
save  somebody  goin'  after  you.  If  you 
run  on  to  any  Indians  that  know  any- 
thing, bring  them  along." 

"I  will  be  there,"  smiled  the  other. 
"And  since  we  are  on  the  subject,  I  can 
put  you  wise  to  a  little  deal  that  will  net 
you  some  first-hand  evidence."  The  offi- 
cers looked  interested,  and  Lapierre  con- 
tinued: "You  know  where  Brown's  old 
cabin  is,  just  this  side  of  the  Methye  por- 
tage?" Ripley  nodded.  "Well,  if  you 
should  happen  to  be  at  Brown's  on  New 
Year's  Day,  just  pull  up  the  puncheons 
under  the  bunk  and  see  what  you  find." 

"What  will  we  find?"  asked  Craig. 

Lapierre  shrugged.  "If  I  were  you 
fellows  I  wouldn't  overlook  any  bets,"  he 
answered  meaningly. 

"Why  New  Year's  Day  any  more  than 
Christmas,  or  any  other  day?" 

"Because,"  answered  Lapierre,  "on 
Christmas  Day,  or  any  other  day  before 
New  Year's  Day,  you  won't  find  a 
damned  thing  but  an  empty  hole — that  is 
why.  Well,  I  must  be  going."  He  fast- 
ened the  throat  of  his  parka  and  drew  on 
his  cap  and  mittens.     "So  long!  See  you 


in  the  spring.  Shouldn't  wonder  if  I  will 
run  onto  some  Indians,  this  winter,  who 
will  tell  what  they  know,  now  that  Mac- 
Nair is  out  of  the  way.  I  know  plenty  of 
them  that  can  talk,  if  they  will." 

"So  long!"  answered  Ripley  as  La- 
pierre left  the  room.  "Much  obliged  for 
the  tip.    Hope  your  hunch  is  good." 

"Play  it  and  see,"  smiled  Lapierre,  and 
banged  the  door  behind  him. 

MOVING  slowly  northward  upon  a 
course  that  paralleled  but  stud- 
iously avoided  the  Methye  trail, 
two  men  and  a  dog  team  plodded  heavily 
through  the  snow  at  the  close  of  a  short- 
ening day.  Ostensibly,  these  men  were 
trappers;  and,  save  for  a  single  freight 
piece  bound  securely  upon  the  sled,  their 
outfit  varied  in  no  particular  from  the 
outfits  of  others  who  each  winter  fare 
into  the  north  to  engage  in  the  taking  of 
fur.  A  close  observer  might  have  noted 
that  the  eyes  of  these  men  were  hard,  and 
the  frequent  glances  they  cast  over  the 
backtrail  were  tense  with  concern. 

The  larger  and  stronger  of  the  two, 
one  Xavier,  a  sullen  riverman  of  evil 
countenance,  paused  at  the  top  of  a 
ridge  and  pointed  across  a  snow-swept 
beaver  meadow.  "T'night  we  camp  on 
dees  side.  T'mor'  we  cross  to  de  mout'  of 
de  leetle  creek,  and  two  pipe  beyon'  we 
com'  on  de  cabin  of  Baptiste  Chambre." 

The  smaller  man  frowned.  He,  too, 
was  a  riverman,  tough  and  wiry  and 
small.  A  man  whose  pinched,  wizened 
body  was  a  fitting  cloister  for  the  warped 
soul  that  flashed  malignantly  from  the 
beady,  snakelike  eyes. 

"Non,  non!"  he  cried,  and  the  veno- 
mous glance  of  the  beady  eyes  was  not 
unmingled  with  fear.  "We  ke'p  straight 
on  pas'  de  beeg  swamp.  Me — I'm  no  lak' 
dees  wintaire  trail."  He  pointed  mean- 
ingly toward  the  marks  of  the  sled  in  the 
snow. 

The  other  laughed  derisively.  "Sacre! 
you  leetle  man,  you  DuMont,  vou 
'fraid!" 

The  other  shrugged.  "I'm  'fraid.  Oui, 
I'm  lak'  I  ke'p  out  de  jail.  Tostoff,  she 
say,  you  com'  on  de  cabin  of  Brown  de 
Chrees'mas  Day.  Bien!.  Tostoff,  she 
sma't  mans.  Lapierre,  too.  Tostoff,  she 
'fraid  for  de  wintaire  trail,  but  she  'fraid 
for  Lapierre  mor'." 

Xavier  interrupted  him.  "Tra  la, 
Chrees'mas  Day!  Ain't  we  got  de  easy 
trail?  Two  days  befor'  Chrees'mas  we 
com'  on  de  cabin  of  Brown.  Baptiste 
Chambre,  she  got  the  beeg  jug  rum.  We 
mak'  de  grand  dronk  —  one  day  —  one 
night.  Den  we  hit  de  trail  and  com'  on  de 
Clearwater  Chrees'mas  Day  sam'  lak' 
now.  Tostoff,  de  Russ,  she  nevair  know, 
Lapierre  she  nevair  know.     Voila!" 

Still  the  other  objected.  "Mebe  so 
com'  de  storm.  What  den?  We  was'e 
de  time  wit  Baptiste  Chamber.  We  no 
mak'  de  Clearwater  de  Chrees'mas  Day  — 
eh?" 

Xavier  growled.  "De  Chrees'mas  Day, 
damn!  We  no  mak'  de  Chrees'mas  Day, 
we  mak'  som'  odder  day.  Lapierre's 
damn  Injuns  com'  for  de  wheesky  on 
Chrees'mas  Day,  she  haf  to  wait.  Me  - 
I'm  goin'  to  Baptiste  Chambre.  I'm  goin' 
for  mak'  de  beeg  dronk.  If  de  snow  com' 
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whisky  to  his  shoulder  with  one  hand, 
then  lowered  it  again  to  the  sled. 

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revair?"  he  asked,  stepping  closer  to  Du 
Mont's  side  and  lowering  his  voice.  "I'm 
hearin'  McNair  ees  een  de  jail.  I'm 
hearin'  Lapierre  she  pass  de  word  to  hit 
for  Snare  Lalce,  for  deeg  de  gol'." 

"Did  Lapierre  tell  you  to  deeg  de  gol', 
or  me?  Non.  He  say  you  go  to  Tos- 
toff."  The  snakelike  eyes  of  the  smaller 
man  glittered  at  the  mention  of  gold.  He 
clutched  at  the  other's  arm  and  cried  out 
sharply: 

"MacNair  arres'I  Sacre!  Com',  we 
tak'  de  wheesky  to  de  Clearwater  an'  go 
on  to  Snare  Lake." 

This  time  it  was  Xavier's  eyes  that 
flashed  a  hint  of  fear.  "Nov.!"  he  an- 
swered quickly.     "Lapierre,  she — " 

The  other  silenced  him,  speaking  rap- 
idly. "Lapierre,  she  t'ink  she  mak'  us 
w'at  you  call,  de  double  cross!"  Xavier 
noted  that  the  malignant  eyes  flashed 
dangerously —  "Lapierre,  she  sma't  but 
me — I'm  sma't  too.  Dere's  plent'  men 
'Ion  de  revair  lak'  to  see  de  las'  of  Pierre 
Lapierre.  And  plent'  Injun  in  de  nort' 
dey  lak'  dat  too.  But  dey  'fraid  to  keel 
him.  We  do  de  work — Lapierre  she  tak' 
de  money.  Sacre!  Me — I'm  'fraid  too." 
He  paused  and  shrugged  significantly. 
"But  som'  day  I'm  git  de  chance  an'  den 
leetle  Du  Mont  she  dismees  Lapierre 
from  de  serveece.  Den  me — I'm  de  bos'. 
Bien!" 

The  other  glanced  at  him  in  admiration. 

"Me,  I'm  goin'  'long  to  Snare  Lake," 
he  said,  "but  firs'  we  stop  on  Baptiste 
Chambre  an'  mak'  de  beeg  dronk,  eh!" 
The  smaller  man  nodded,  and  the  two 
sought  their  blankets  and  were  soon 
sleeping  silently  beside  the  blazing  fire. 

A  WEEK  later  the  two  rivermen  paused 
at  the  edge  of  a  thicket  that  com- 
manded the  approach  to  Brown's  caljin 
on  the  Clearwater.  The  threatened  storm 
had  broken  while  they  were  still  at 
Baptiste  Chambre's  cabin,  and  the  two 
days'  debauch  had  lengthened  into  five. 

Chambre's  jug  had  been  emptied  and 
several  times  refilled  from  the  contents  of 
Tostoff's  concealed  cask,  which  had  been 
■skilfully  tapped  and  as  skilfully  replen- 
ished as  to  weight  by  the  addition  of  snow 
water. 

The  effect  of  their  protracted  orgy  was 
plainly  visible  in  the  bloodshot  eyes  and 
heavy  movement  of  both  men.  And  it 
was  more  from  force  of  long  habit  than 
from  any  sense  of  alertness  or  premoni- 
tion of  danger  that  they  crouched  in  the 
thicket  and  watched  the  smoke  curl  from 
the  little  iron  stovepipe  that  protruded 
above  the  roof  of  the  cabin. 

"Dem  Injun  she  wait,"  growled 
Xavier.  "Com'  on,  me — I'm  lak'  for 
ketch  som'  sleep."  The  two  swung  bold- 
ly into  the  open  and,  pausing  only  long 
enough  to  remove  their  rackets,  push- 
ed open  the  door  of  the  cabin. 

An  instant  later  Du  Mont,  who  was  in 
the  lead,  leaped  swiftly  backward  and, 
crashing  into  the  heavier  and  clumsier 
Xavier,  bowled  him  over  into  the  snow, 
where  both  wallowed  helplessly,  held 
down  by  Xavier's  heavy  pack. 

It  was  but  the  work  of  a  moment  for 
the  wiry  Du  Mont  to  free  himself,  and 
when  he  leaped  to  his  feet,  cursing  like  a 
fiend,  it  was  to  look  squarely  into  the 
muzzle  of  Corporal  Ripley's  service  re- 
volver, while  Constable  Craig  loosened 
the  pack  straps  and  allowed  Xavier  to 
arise. 

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Ripley,  when  the     two  prisoners     were 
seated  side  by  side  upon  the  pole  bunk. 

The  sullen-faced  Xavier  glowered  in 
surly  silence,  but  the  malignant,  beady 
eyes  of  Du  Mont  regarded  the  officer 
keenly.  "You  patrol  de  Clearwater  now, 
eh?" 

Ripley  laughed.  "When  there's  any- 
thing doin',  we  do." 

"How  you  fin'  dat  out?     Dem  Injun 
she  squeal?     I'm  lak'  to  know  'bout  dat." 
"Well,  it  wasn't  exactly  an  Indian  this 
time,"     answered     Ripley;     "that  is,  it 
wasn't  a  regular  Indian.    Pierre  Lapierre 
put  us  on  to  this  little  deal." 
"Pierre — Lapierre  .'" 
The  little  wizened  man  fairly  shrieked 
the  name  and,  leaping  to  his  feet,  bounded 
about  the  room  like  an  animated  rubber 
ball,  while  from  his  lips  poured  a  steady 
stream  of    vile    epithets,    mingled    with 
every  cUrse  of  profanity  known  to  two 
languages. 

"That's  goin'  some,"  enthused  Consta- 
ble Craig  when  the  other  finally  paused 
for  breath.  "An'  come  to  think  about  it, 
I  believe  you're  right.  I  like  to  hear  a 
man  speak  his  mind,  an'  from  your  re- 
marks it  seems  like  you're  oncommon 
peeved  with  this  here  little  deal.  It  ain't 
nothin'  to  get  so  worked  up  over.  You'll 
serve  your  time  an'  in  a  couple  of  years 
or  so  they'll  turn  you  loose  again." 

At  the  mention  of  the  prison  term  the 
burly  Xavier  moved  uneasily  upon  the 
bunk.  He  seemed  about  to  speak,  but 
was  forestalled  by  the  quicker  witted  Du 
Mont. 

"Two  years,  eh!"  asked  the  outraged 
Metis,  addressing  Ripley.  "Mebe  so 
you  mak'  w'at  you  call  de  deal.  Mebe 
so  I'm  tell  you  who's  de  boss.  Mebe  so 
I'm  name  de  man  dat  run  de  wheeskey 
into  de  nort'.  De  man  dat  plans  de  cattle 
raids  on  de  border.  De  man  dat  keels 
mor'  Injuns  dan  mos'  men  keels  deer,  eh ! 
W'at  den?  Mebe  so  den  you  turn  us 
loose,  eh?"  "^Hl 

Ripley  laughed.  "You  think  I'm  goin' 
to  pay  you  to  tell  me  the  name  of  the 
man  we've  already  got  locked  up?" 

"You  got  MacNair  locked  up,"  Du 
Mont  leered  knowingly.  "Bien!  You 
think  MacNair  run  de  wheeskey.  But 
MacNair,  she  ain't  run  no  wheeskey.  You 
mak'  de  deal  wit'  me.  Ba  Gos'!  I'm 
not  just  tell  you  de  name,  I'm  tell  you 
so  you  fin'  wa't  you  call  de  proof!  I  no 
fin'  de  proof — you  no  turn  me  loose. 
Voila! 

Corporal  Ripley  was  a  keen  judge  of 
men,  and  he  knew  that  the  vindictive 
and  outraged  Metis  was  in  just  the  right 
mood  to  tell  all  he  knew.  Also  Ripley 
believed  that  the  man  knew  much. 
Therefore,  he  made  the  deal.  And  it  is 
a  tribute  to  the  Mounted  that  the  crafty 
and  suspicious  Metis  accepted  without 
question  the  word  of  the  corporal  when 
he  promised  to  do  all  in  his  power  to  se- 
cure their  liberty  in  return  for  the  evi- 
dence that  would  convict  "the  man 
higher  up." 

Corporal  Ripley  was  a  man  of  quick 
decision;  with  him  to  decide  was  to  act. 
Within  an  hour  from  the  time  Du  Mont 
concluded  his  story  the  two  officers  with 
their  prisoners  were  headed  for  Fort  Sas- 
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realized  that  their  only  hope  for  clemency 
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of  Lapierre's  intricate  system. 

At  the  landing,  Ripley  reported  to  the 
superintendent  commanding  N  Division, 
who  immediately  sent  for  the  prisoners 
and  submitted  them  to  a  cross-examina- 
tion that  lasted  far  into  the  night,  and 
the  following  morning  the  corporal 
escorted  them  to  Fort  Saskatchewan, 
where  they  were  to  remain  in  jail  to  await 
the  verification  of  their  story. 

Division  commanders  are  a  law  unto 
themselves,  and  much  to  his  surprise,  two 
days  later,  Bob  MacNair  was  released 
upon  his  own  recognizance.  Whereupon, 
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best  dog-team  obtainable  and  headed  into 
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the  arrest  of  Pierre  Lapierre. 


CHAPTER  XIX. 

THE  LOUCHOUX  GIRL 

WINTER  laid  a  heavy  hand  upon 
the  country  of  the  Great  Slave. 
Blizzard  after  howling  blizzard  came 
out  of  the  north  until  the  buildings 
of  Chloe  EUiston's  school  lay  drifted  to 
the  eaves  in  the  centre  of  the  snow-swept 
clearing. 

With  the  drifting  snows  and  the  bitter, 
intense  cold  that  isolated  the  little  colony 
from  the  great  world  to  the  southward, 
came  a  sense  of  peace  and  quietude  that 
contrasted  sharply  with  the  turbulent, 
surcharged  atmosphere  with  which  the 
girl  had  been  surrounded  from  the  mo- 
ment she  had  unwittingly  become  a  factor 
in  the  machinations  of  the  warring  mas- 
ters of  wolfland. 

With  MacNair  safely  behind  the  bars 
of  a  jail  far  to  the  southward,  and  La- 
pierre somewhere  upon  the  distant  rivers, 
the  Indians  for  the  first  time  relaxed 
from  the  strain  of  tense  expectancy.  Of 
her  own  original  Indians,  those  who  had 
remained  at  the  school  by  command  of  the 
crafty  Lapierre,  there  remained  only 
Lefroy  and  a  few  of  the  older  men  who 
were  unfit  to  go  on  the  trap-lines,  to- 
gether with  the  women  and  children. 

MacNair's  Indians,  who  had  long  since 
laid  down  their  traps  to  pick  up  the  white 
man's  tools,  remained  at  the  school.  And 
much  to  the  girl's  surprise,  under  the  di- 
rection of  the  refractory  Sotenah,  and  Old 
Elk,  and  Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack,  not 
only  performed  with  a  will  the  necessary 
work  of  the  camp — the  chopping  and 
storing  of  firewood,  the  shovelling  of 
paths  through  the  huge  drifts,  and  the 
drawing  of  water  from  the  river— but 
took  upon  themselves  numerous  other 
labors  of  their  own  initiative. 

An  ice-house  was  built  and  filled  upon 
the  banks  of  the  river.  Trees  were  failed. 
Continued  on  page  83. 


Their  Wives  Went 
Along 

Continued  from  page  33. 

"Got  it  in  its  worst  form,  too.  Sup- 
pressed. There's  not  one  of  them  got  a 
mark  on  him.     It's  all  inside." 

"Well,  I'm  damned,"  said  the  skipper, 
as  the  crew  groaned  despairingly. 

"What  else  did  you  expect?"  enquired 
the  doctor  wrathfully.  "Well,  they  can't 
be  moved  now;  they  musrt  all  go  to  bed, 


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and  you  and  the  mate  must  nurse  them." 

"And  s'pose  we  catch  it?"  said  the 
mate  feelingly. 

"You  must  take  your  chance,"  said  the 
doctor;  then  he  relented  a  little.  "I'll 
try  and  send  a  couple  of  nurses  down 
this  afternoon,"  he  added.  "In  the  mean- 
time you  must  do  what  you  can  for  them." 

"Very  good,  sir,"  said  the  skipper, 
brokenly. 

"All  you  can  do  at  present,"  said  the 
doctor  as  he  slowly  mounted  the  steps, 
"is  to  sponge  them  all  over  with  cold 
water.  Do  it  every  half  hour  till  the  rash 
comes   out." 

"Very  good,"  said  the  skipper  again. 
"But  you'll  hurry  up  with  the  nurses, 
sir!" 

He  stood  in  a  state  of  bewilderment 
until  the  doctor  was  out  of  sight,  and 
then,  with  a  heavy  sigh,  took  his  coat  off 
and  set  to  work. 

t_r  E  AND  the  mate,  after  warning  off 
-*^  ^  the  men  who  had  come  down  to  work, 
spent  all  the  morning  in  sponging  their 
crew,  waiting  with  an  impatience  born  of 
fatigue  for  the  rash  to  come  out.  This 
impatience  was  shared  by  the  crew,  the 
state  of  mind  of  the  cook  after  the  fifth 
sponging,  calling  for  severe  rebuke  on  the 
part  of  the  skipper. 

"I  wish  the  nurses  'ud  come,  George," 
he  said  as  they  sat  on  the  deck  panting 
after  their  exertions.  "This  is  a  pretty 
mess  if  you  like." 

"Seems  like  a  judgment,"  said  the  mate 
wearily. 

"Halloa,  there,"  came  a  voice  from  the 
quay. 

Both  men  turned  and  looked  up  at  the 
speaker. 

"Halloa,"  said  the  skipper  dully. 

"What's  all  this  about  smallpox?"  de- 
manded the  newcomer  abruptly. 

The  skipper  waved  his  hand  languidly 
towards  the  fo'c'sle.  "Five  of  'em  down 
with  it,''  he  said  quietly.  "Are  you 
another  doctor,  sir?" 

Without  troubling  to  reply,  their  visitor 
jumped  on  board  and  went  nimbly  below, 
followed  by  the  other  two. 

"Stand  out  of  the  light,"  he  said  brus- 
quely. "Now,  my  lads,  let's  have  a  look 
at  you." 

He  examined  them  in  a  state  of  bewild- 
erment, grunting  strangely  as  the  wash- 
ed-men  submitted  to  his  scrutiny. 

"They've  had  the  best  of  cold  spong- 
ing," said  the  skipper,  not  without  a  little 
pride. 

"Best  of  what?"  demanded  the  other. 

'T*HE  skipper  told  him,  drawing  back 
■*■  indignantly  as  the  doctor  suddenly 
sat  down  and  burst  into  a  hoarse  roar  of 
laughter.  The  unfeeling  noise  grated 
harshly  on  the  sensitive  ears  of  the  sick 
men,  and  Joe  Burrows,  raising  himself  in 
his  bunk,  made  a  feeble  attempt  to  hit 
him. 

"You've  been  sold,"  said  the  doctor, 
wiping  his  eyes. 

"I  don't  take  your  meaning,"  said  the 
skipper,  with  dignity. 

"Somebody's  been  having  a  joke  with 
you,"  said  the  doctor.  "Get  up,  you  fools, 
you've  got  about  as  much  smallpox  as  I 
have." 

"Do  you  mean  to  tell  me "  began 

the  skipper. 

"Somebody's  been  having  a  joke  with 
you,  I  tell  you,"  repeated  the  doctor  as 
the  men,  with  sundry  oaths,  half  of  re- 
lief, half  of  dudgeon,  got  out  of  bed  and 


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began  groping  for  their  clothes.     "Who 
is  it,  do  you  think?" 

The  skipper  shook  his  head,  and  the 
mate,  following  his  lead,  in  duty  bound, 
shook  his;  but  a  little  while  after,  as  they 
sat  by  the  wheel  smoking  and  waiting  for 
the  men  to  return  to  work  the  cargo  out, 
they  were  more  confidential.  The  skipper 
removed  his  pipe  from  his  mouth,  and, 
having  eyed  the  mate  for  some  time  in 
silence,  jerked  his  thumb  in  the  direction 
of  the  railway  station.  The  mate,  with  a 
woe-begone  nod,  assented. 


Their  Tents  Like  the 
Arabs 

Continued  from  page  20. 

birthright  for  a  mess  o'  Jake  Bellamy's 

dirty  money Where's  that  $200  he 

paid  you?"  I  demands.  "You'd  better 
hand  it  over  to  Mr.  Hazlitt  to  avoid 
trouble,"  I  suggests.  An'  darned  if  Cas- 
sandra don't  make  a  dive  for  her  jacket 
an'  fish  out  a  roll  o'  bills,  the  which  she 
hands  over  meek  as  a  lamb.  I'm  so  sur- 
prised I  just  stands  starin'  sit  that  there 
"independent"  female  editor  what  refuses 
to  let  her  long  shavin'  o'  husband  be  the 
guest  o'  the  licker  interests — stands  star- 
in'  while  Jeff  counts  the  roll  an'  finds  it 
all  there  but  five  dollars,  the  which  has 
been  spent. 

"If  you  has  any  personal  belongin's  on 
these  here  premises,"  I  goes  on,  "you  gets 
'em  immediate;  for  you  now  proceeds  to 
pass  out  into  the  crool  world  an'  we 
takes  the  key  o'  this  outfit  here  an'  now." 

They  starts  pickin'  up  a  few  odds  an' 
ends  as  fast  as  they  can.  An'  I  notes 
Cassandra  pull  Cephus  down  till  she  can 
whisper  loud  in  his  ear. 

"I  hears  voices  callin',"  says  she.  "Let 
us  depart  in  peace." 

Just  then  Jimniy  arrives  with  the  bas- 
ket o'  grub,  the  which  I  hands  over  with 
my  compliments.  Cephus  takes  charge 
o'  same  an'  hand  in  hand  the  Crabtrees 
goes  slinkin'  past  us  to  the  door  without 
a  word.  An'  they  aint  no  sooner  got  out- 
side than  they  starts  to  run  an'  we 
watches  'em  through  the  winder,  makin' 
for  the  valley  trail  where  their  tent  is 
nestlin'  back  in  the  aspens. 

"What'n  catnip  d'you  make  o'  that?"  I 
puzzles. 

"Search  me!"  grins  Jeff. 

I  indites  a  short  note  to  Bellamy,  en- 
closin'  his  money,  an'  sends  Jimmy  down 
with  it. 

IT'S  a  couple  o'  days  later  when  a 
stranger  walks  into  the  Silver  Dollar 
an'  in  the  course  o'  conversation  asts  me 
if  I've  seen  anythin'  o'  a  lanky  literary 
freak  in  a  flowin'  bow  tie  an'  his  wife 
dressed  in  cow-girl  costume. 

"They  was  here;  but  two  days  ago  they 
folds  their  tents  like  the  Arabs,"  I  admits. 
"Their  souls  started  languishin'  an'  they 
must  be  some  miles  up  the  valley,  passin' 
an'  repassin'  yeller  leaves  an'  so  forth." 

"That's  them,"  nods  the  feller.  "Them 
two  nuts  escaped  from  the  asylum  back 
in  Alberta  some  time  sinst  —  went 
looney,  both  o'  'em,  tryin'  to  run  a  noos- 
paper.     I  been  trailin'  'em  for  months." 

"Well,  you  go  down  an'  see  Jake  Bel- 
lamy," I  grins.  "He'll  be  glad  to  take 
you  out  an'  show  you  where  they  was 
campin'  an'  tell  you  about  'em.  Him  an' 
them  got  pretty  thick  while  they  wa« 
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Continued  from  page  80. 


and  the  logs  banked  upon  miniature  roll- 
ways,  where  all  through  the  short  days 
the  Indians  busied  themselves  in  the  rude 
whip-sawing  of  lumber. 

Their  women  and  children  daily  attend- 
ed the  school  and  worked  faithfully  under 
the  untiring  tutelage  of  Chloe  and  Har- 
riet Penny,  who  entered  into  the  work 
with  new  enthusiasm  engendered  by  the 
interest  and  the  aptness  of  the  Snare 
Lake  Indians — absent  qualities  among  the 
wives  and  children  of  Lapierre's  trappers. 

Lef  roy  was  kept  busy  in  the  storehouse, 
and  with  the  passing  of  the  days  Chloe 
Mo'ii^cd  that  he  managed  to  spend  move 
and  Tiiorj  lime  in  company  with  Big 
Lena.  At  first  she  gav'3  the  matter  no 
thought.  But  when  night  after  night  ahe 
heard  the  voices  of  the  two  as  they  sat 
about  the  kitchen-stove  long  after  she  had 
retired,  she  began  to  consider  the  matter 
seriously. 

At  first  she  dismissed  it  with  a  laugh. 
Of  all  people  in  the  world,  she  thought, 
these  two,  the  heavy,  unimaginative 
Swedish  woman,  and  the  leathern-skin- 
ned, taciturn  wood-rover,  would  be  the 
last  to  listen  to  the  call  of  romance. 

Chloe  was  really  fond  of  the  huge, 
silent  woman  who  had  followed  without 
question  into  the  unknown  wilderness  of 
the  northland,  even  as  she  had  accompa- 
nied her  without  protest  through  the  maze 
of  the  far  south  seas.  With  all  her 
averseness  to  speech  and  her  vacuous, 
fishy  stare,  the  girl  had  long  since  learned 
that  Big  Lena  was  both  loyal  and  effi- 
cient, and  shrewd.  But,  Big  Lena  as  a 
wife!  Chloe  smiled  broadly  at  the 
thought. 

"Poor  Lefroy,"  she  pitied.  "But  it 
would  be  the  best  thing  in  the  world  for 
him.  'The  perpetuity  of  the  red  race 
will  be  attained  only  through  its  amalga- 
mation with  the  white,'  "  she  quoted ;  the 
trite  banality  of  one  of  the  numerous 
theorists  she  had  studied  before  starting 
into  the  north. 

Of  Lefroy  she  knew  little.  He  seemed 
a  half-breed  of  more  than  average  intel- 
ligence, and  as  for  the  rest — she  would 
leave  that  to  Lena.  On  the  whole,  she 
rather  approved  of  the  arrangement,  not 
alone  upon  the  amalgamation  theory,  but 
because  she  entertained  not  the  slightest 
doubt  as  to  who  would  rule  the  prospec- 
tive family.  She  could  depend  upon  Big 
Lena's  loyalty,  and  her  marriage  to  one 
of  their  number  would  therefore  become 
a  very  important  factor  in  the  attitude  of 
the  Indians  toward  the  school. 

GRADUALLY,  the  women  of  the 
Slave  Lake  Indians,  taking  the  cue 
from  their  northern  sister,  began  to 
show  an  appreciation  of  the  girl's  efforts 
in  their  behalf.  An  appreciation  that 
manifested  itself  in  little  tokens  of  friend- 
ship, exquisitely  beaded  moccasins,  shyly 
presented,  and  a  pair  of  quill-embroider- 
ed leggings  laid  upon  her  desk  by  a  squaw 
who  slipped  hurriedly  away.  Thus  the 
way  was  paved  for  a  closer  intimacy 
which  quickly  grew  into  an  eager  willing- 
ness among  the  Indians  to  help  her  in  the 
mastering  of  their  own  language. 

As  this  intimacy  grew,  the  barrier 
which  is  the  chief  stumbling  block  of  mis- 
sionaries and  teachers  who  seek  to  carry 
enlightenment    into  the  lean    lone  land, 


gradually  dissolved.  The  women  with 
whom  Chloe  came  in  contact  ceased  to  be 
Indians  en  masse,  they  became  people — - 
personalities — each  with  her  own  capa- 
bility and  propensity  for  the  working  of 
good  or  harm.  With  this  realization 
vanished  the  last  vestige  of  aloofness  and 
reserve.  And,  thereafter,  many  of  the 
women  broke  bread  by  invitation  at 
Chloe's  own  table. 

The  one  thing  that  remained  incom- 
prehensible to  the  girl  was  the  idolatrous 
regard  in  which  MacNair  was  held  by  his 
own  Indians.  To  them  he  was  a  super- 
man— the  one  great  man  among  all  white 
men.  His  word  was  accepted  without 
question.  Upon  leaving  for  the  south- 
ward MacNair  had  told  the  men  to  work, 
therefore  they  worked  unceasingly.  Also 
he  had  told  the  women  and  children 
to  obey  without  question  the  words  of  the 
white  kloochman,  and  therefore  they  ab- 
sorbed her  teachings  with  painstaking 
care. 

Time  and  again  the  girl  tried  to  obtain 
the  admission  that  MacNair  was  in  the 
habit  of  supplying  his  Indians  with 
whisky,  and  always  she  received  the  same 
answer.  "MacNair  sells  no  whisky.  He 
hates  whisky.  And  many  times  has  he 
killed  men  for  selling  whisky  to  his 
people." 

At  first  these  replies  exasperated  the 
girl  beyond  measure.     She  set  them  down 
as  stereotyped  answers  in  which  they  had 
been  carefully  coached.    But  as  time  went 
on  and  the  women,  whose  word  she  had 
come   to   hold   in   regard,   remained   un- 
shaken in  her  statements,  an  uncomfort- 
able doubt  assailed  her  —  a  doubt  that, 
despite  herself,   she  fostered.     A   doubt  ' 
that  caused  her  to  ponder  long  of  nights  ! 
as  she  lay  in  her  little  room  listening  to 
the  droning  voices  of  Lefroy  and  Big  Lena  I 
as  they  talked  by  the  stove  in  the  kitchen.  | 

Strange  fancies  and  pictures  the  girl 
built  up  as  she  lay,  half  waking,  half 
dreaming  between  her  blankets.  Pictures 
in  which  MacNair,  misjudged,  hated, 
fighting  against  fearful  odds,  came  clean 
through  the  ruck  and  muck  with  which 
his  enemies  had  endeavored  to  smother 
him,  and  proved  himself  the  man  he 
might  have  been;  fancies  and  pictures 
that  dulled  into  a  pain  that  was  very  like 
a  heart-ache,  as  the  vivid  picture — the 
real  picture — which  she  herself  had  seen 
with  her  own  eyes  that  night  on  Snare 
Lake,  arose  always  to  her  mind. 

The  tang  of  the  northern  air  bit  into 
the  girl's  blood.  She  spent  much  time  in 
the  open  and  became  proficient  and  tire- 
less in  the  use  of  snowshoes  and  skis. 
Daily  her  excursions  into  the  surrounding 
timber  grew  longer,  and  she  was  never  so 
happy  as  when  swinging  with  strong, 
wide  strides  on  her  fat  thong-strung 
rackets,  or  sliding  with  the  speed  of  the 
wind  down  some  steep  slope  of  the  river- 
bank,  on  her  smoothly  polished  skis. 

IT  was  upon  one  of  these  solitary  ex- 
cursions when  her  steps  had  carried 
her  many  miles  along  the  winding  course 
of  a  small  tributary  of  the  Yellow  Knife, 
that  the  girl  became  so  fascinated  in  her 
exploration  she  failed  utterly  to  note  the 
passage  of  time  until  a  sharp  bend  of  the 
little  river  brought  her  face  to  face  with 
the  low-hung  winter  sun,  which  was  just 


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on  the  point  of  disappearing  behind  the 
scrub  pine  of  a  long,  low  ridge. 

With  a  start  she  brought  up  short  and 
glanced  fearfully  about  her.  Darkness 
was  very  near,  and  she  had  traveled 
straight  into  the  wilderness  almost  since 
early  dawn.  Without  a  moment's  delay 
she  turned  and  retraced  hef'  steps.  But 
even  as  her  hurrying  feet  carried  her 
over  the  back-trail  she  realized  that  night 
would  overtake  her  before  she  could  hope 
to  reach  the  larger  river. 

The  thought  of  a  night  spent  alone  in 
the  timber  at  first  terrified  her.  She 
sought  to  increase  her  pace,  but  her 
muscles  were  tired,  her  footsteps  dragged, 
and  the  rackets  clung  to  her  feet  like 
inexorable  weights  which  sought  to  drag 
her  down,  down  into  the  soft  whiteness 
of  the  snow. 

Darkness  gathered,  and  the  back-trail 
dimmed.  Twice  she  fell  and  regained  her 
feet  with  an  effort.  Suddenly  rounding  a 
sharp  bend,  she  crashed  heavily  among 
the  dead  branches  of  a  fallen  tree.  When 
at  length  she  regained  her  feet,  the  last 
vestige  of  daylight  had  vanished.  Her 
own  racket  tracks  were  indiscernible 
upon  the  white  snow.  She  was  off  the 
trail! 

Something  long  and  wet  trickled  along 
her  cheek.  She  jerked  off  her  mittens 
and  with  fingers  tingling  in  the  cold,  keen 
air,  picked  bits  of  bark  from  the  edges 
of  the  ragged  wound  where  the  end  of  a 
broken  branch  had  snagged  the  soft  flesh 
of  her  face.  The  wound  stung,  and  she 
held  a  handful  of  snow  against  it  until 
the  pain  dulled  under  the  numbing  chill. 

Stories  of  the  night-prowling  wolf- 
pack,  and  the  sinister,  man  eating  loup 
cervier,  crowded  her  brain.  She  must 
build  a  fire.  She  felt  through  her  pock- 
ets for  the  glass  bottle  of  matches,  only  to 
find  that  her  fingers  were  too  numb  to 
remove  the  cork.  She  replaced  the  vial 
and,  drawing  on  her  mittens,  beat  her 
hands  together  until  the  blood  tingled  to 
her  finger  tips.  How  she  wished  now  that 
she  had  heeded  the  advice  of  Lefroy,  who 
cautioned  against  venturing  into  the 
woods  without  a  light  camp  ax  slung  to 
her  belt. 

Laboriously  she  set  about  gathering 
bark  and  light  twigs  which  she  piled  in 
the  shelter  of  a  cut-bank,  and  when  at  last 
a  feeble  flame  flickered  weakly  among  the 
thin  twigs  she  added  larger  branches 
which  she  broke  and  twisted  from  the 
limbs  of  the  dead  trees.  Her  camp-fire 
assumed  a  healthy  proportion,  and  the 
flare  of  it  upon  the  snow  was  encourag- 
ing. 

At  the  end  of  an  hour,  Chloe  removed 
her  rackets  and  dropped  wearily  onto 
the  snow  beside  the  fire-wood  which  she 
had  piled  conveniently  close  to  the  blaze. 
Never  in  her  life  had  she  been  so  utterly 
weary,  but  she  realized  that  for  her  that 
night  there  could  be  no  sleep.  And  n(j 
sooner  had  the  realization  forced  itself 
upon  her  than  she  fell  sound  asleep  with 
her  head  upon  the  pile  of  fire-wood. 

SHE  awoke  with  a  start,  sitting  bolt  up- 
right, staring  in  bewilderment  at  her 
fire — and  beyond  the  fire  where,  only  a 
few  feet  distant,  a  hooded  shape  stood 
dimly  outlined  against  the  snow.  Chloe's 
garments,  dampened  by  the  exertion  of 
the  earlier  hours,  had  chilled  her  through 
as  she  slept,  and  as  she  stared  wide-eyed 
at  the  apparition  beyond  the  fire,  the  fig- 
ure drew  closer  and  the  chill  of  the  damp- 
ened garments  seemed  to  clutch  with  icy 


fingers  at  her  heart.  She  nerved  herself 
for  a  supreme  effort  and  arose  stiffly  to 
her  knees,  and  then  suddenly  the  figure 
resolved  itself  into  the  form  of  a  girl — 
an  Indian  girl — but  a  girl  as  different 
from  the  Indians  of  her  school  as  day  is 
different  from  night. 

As  the  girl  advanced  she  smiled,  and 
Chloe  noted  that  her  teeth  were  strong 
and  even  and  white,  and  that  dark  eyes 
glowed  softly  from  a  face  as  light  almost 
as  her  own. 

"Do  not  'fraid,"  said  the  girl  in  a  low, 
rich  voice,  "I'm  not  hurt  you.  I'm  see 
you  fire,  I'm  com'  'cross  to  fin'.  Den,  ver' 
queek  you  com'  'wake,  an'  I'm  see  you  de 
one  I'm  want." 

"The  one  you  want!"  cried  Chloe,  edg- 
ing closer  to  the  fire.  "What  do  you 
mean?  Who  are  you?  And  why  should 
you  want  me?" 

"Me — ^I'm  Mary.  I'm  com'  ver'  far. 
I'm  com'  from  de  people  of  my  modder. 
De  Louchoux  on  de  lower  Mackenzie.  I'm 
com'  to  fin'  de  school.  I'm  hear  about  dat 
school." 

"The  lower  Mackenzie!"  cried  Chloe  in 
astonishment.  "I  should  think  you  have 
come  very  far." 

The  girl  nodded.     "Ver'  far,"  she  re- 
peated.     "T'irty-two  sleep     I'm  on     de 
trail." 
"Alone!" 

"Alone,"  she  assented.  "I'm  com'  for 
learn  de  ways  of  de  white  women." 

Chloe  motioned  the  girl  closer,  and 
then,  seized  by  a  sudden  chill,  shivered 
violently.  The  girl  noticed  the  paroxysm, 
and,  dropping  to  her  knees  by  Chloe's  side, 
spoke  hurriedly. 

"You  col',"  she  said.  "You  got  no  blan- 
ket.   Youlos'." 

Without  waiting  for  a  reply,  she  hur- 
ried to  a  light  pack-sled  which  stood  near 
by  upon  the  snow.  A  moment  later  she 
returned  with  a  heavy  pair  of  blankets 
which  she  spread  at  Chloe's  side,  and 
then,  throwing  more  wood  upon  the  fire, 
began  rapidly  to  remove  the  girl's  cloth- 
ing. Within  a  very  short  space  of  time, 
Chloe  found  herself  lying  warm  and  com- 
fortable between  the  blankets,  while  her 
damp  garments  were  drying  upon  sticks 
thrust  close  to  the  blaze.  She  watched 
the  Indian  girl  as  she  moved  swiftly  and 
capably  about  her  task,  and  when  the 
last  garment  was  hung  upon  its  stick  she 
motioned  the  girl  to  her  side. 

"Why  did  you  come  so  far  to  my 
school?"  she  asked.  "Surely  you  have 
been  to  school.  You  speak  English.  You 
are  not  a  full-blood  Indian." 

The  girl's  eyes  sought  the  shadows  be- 
yond the  firelight,  and  as  her  lips  framed 
a  reply,  Chloe  marveled  at  the  weird 
beauty  of  her. 

"I  go  to  school  on  de  Mission,  two  years, 
at  Fort  MacPhe'rson.  I  learn  to  speak  de 
Englis'.  My  fadder,  heem  Englis',  but 
I'm  never  see  heem.  Many  years  ago  he- 
com'  in  de  beeg  boat  dat  com'  for  ketch 
de  whale  an'  got  lock  in  de  ice  in  de  Bu- 
fort  Sea.  In  de  spring  de  boat  go  'way, 
an'  my  fadder  go  'long,  too.  He  tell  my 
modder  he  com'  back  nex'  winter.  Dat. 
many  years  aga— nineteen  years.  Many 
boats  com'  every  year,  but  my  fadder  no 
com'  back.  My  modder  she  t'ink  he  com' 
back  som'  day,  an'  every  fall  my  modder 
she  tak'  me  'way  from  Fort  MacPherson 
and  we  go  up  on  de  coast  an'  build  de- 
igloo.  An'  every  day  she  set  an'  watch 
while  de  ships  com'  in,  but  my  fadder  no 
com'  back.  My  modder  t'ink  he  sure  com' 
back,  he  fin'  her  waitin'  when  he  com'.  She; 


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say,  mebe  so  he  ketch  'm  many  whale. 
Mebe  so  he  get  reech  so  we  got  plen' 
money  to  buy  de  grub." 

The  girl  paused  and  her  brows  con- 
tracted thoughtfully.  She  threw  a  fresh 
stick  upon  the  fire  and  shook  her  head 
slowly.  "I  don't  know,"  she  said  softly, 
"mebe  so  he  com'  back — but  heem  been 
gone  long  tarn'." 

"Where  is  your  mother  now?"  asked 
Chloe,  when  the  girl  had  finished. 

"She  up  on  de  coast  in  de  little  igloo. 
Many  ships  com'  into  Bufort  Sea  las'  fall. 
She  say,  sure  dis  winter  my  fadder  com' 
back.    She  got  to  wait  for  heem." 

Chloe  cleared  her  throat  sharply.  "And 
you?"  she  asked,  "why  did  you  come  clear 
to  the  Yellow  Knife?  Why  did  you  not 
go  back  to  school  at  the  Mission?" 

A  troubled  expression  crept  into  the 
eyes  of  the  Louchoux  girl,  and  she  seemed 
at  a  loss  to  explain.  "Eet  ees,"  she  an- 
swered at  length,  "dat  my  man,  too,  he 
not  com'  back  lak  my  fadder." 

"Your  man!"  cried  Chloe  in  astonish- 
ment. "Do  you  mean  you  are  married? 
Why,  you  are  nothing  but  a  child!" 

The  girl  regarded  her  gravely.  "Yes," 
she  answered,  "I'm  marry.  Two  years  ago 
I  git  marry,  up  on  de  Anderson  Reever. 
My  man,  heem  free-trader,  an'  all  sum- 
mer we  got  plent'  to  eat.  In  de  fall  he 
tak'  me  back  to  de  igloo.  He  say,  he  mus' 
got  to  go  to  de  land  of  de  white  man  to 
buy  supplies.  I  lak  to  go,  too,  to  de  land 
of  de  white  man,  but  he  say  no,  you  Injun, 
you  stay  in  de  nort'  an''  by-m-by  I  com' 
back  again.  Den  he  go  up  de  reever,  an' 
all  winter  I  stay  in  de  igloo  wit'  my  mod- 
der  an'  look  out  over  de  ice-pack  at  de 
boats  in  the  Bufort  Sea.  In  de  spring  my 
man  he  don'  com'  back,  my  fadder  he  don' 
com'  back  neider.  We  not  have  got  much 
grub  to  eat  dat  winter,  and  den  we  go  to 
Fort  McPherson.  I  go  back  to  de  school, 
and  I'm  tell  de  pries'  my  man  he  no  com' 
back.  De  pries'  he  ver  'angry.  He  say, 
I'm  not  got  marry,  but  he  pries'  he  ees  a 
man — he  don'  un'-stan'. 

"All  summer  I'm  stay  on  de  Mackenzie, 
an'  I'm  watch  de  canoes  an'  I'm  wait  for 
my  man  to  com'  back,  but  he  don'  com' 
back.  An'  in  de  fall  my  modder  she  go 
nort'  again  to  watch  de  ships  in  de  Bu- 
fort Sea.  She  say,  com'  'long,  but  I  don' 
go,  so  she  go  'lone  and  I'm  stay  on  de 
Mackenzie.  I'm  stay  'til  de  reever  freeze, 
an'  no  more  canoe  can  com'.  Den  I'm 
wait  for  de  snow.  Mebe  so  my  man  com' 
wit'  de  dog  team.  Dan  I'm  hear  'bout  de 
school  de  white  woman  build  on  de  Yel- 
low Knife.  Always  I'm  hear  'bout  de 
white  women,  but  I'm  never  seen  none — 
only  de  white  men.  My  man,  he  mos' 
white. 

"Den  I'm  say,  mebe  so  my  man  lak  de 
white  women  more  dan  de  Injun.  He  not 
com'  back  dis  winter,  an'  I'm  go  to  de 
school  and  learn  de  ways  of  de  white 
women,  an'  in  de  spring  when  my  man 
com'  back  he  lak  me  good,  an'  nex'  win- 
ter mebe  he  tak'  me  'long  to  de  land  of  de 
white  women.  But,  eet's  a  long  trail  to 
de  Yellow  Knife,  an'  I'm  got  no  money  to 
buy  de  grub  an'  de  outfit.  I'm  go  once 
more  to  de  pries'  an'  I'm  tell  heem  'bout 
dat  school.  An'  I'm  say,  mebe  so  I'm 
learn  de  ways  of  de  white  women,  my 
man  tak'  me  'long  nex'  tam. 

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Plent'  grub  art'  warm  blankets  dey  give 
me.  An'  t'irty-two  sleep  I'm  travel  de 
snow-trail.  Las'  night  I'm  mak'  my  camp 
in  de  scrub  cross  de  reever.  I'm  go  'sleep, 
an'  by-m-by  I'm  wake  up  an'  see  you  fire 
an'  I'm  com'  'long  to  fin'  out  who  camp 
here." 

AS  she  listened,  Chloe's  hand  stole  from 
beneath  the  blankets  and  closed  soft- 
ly about  the  fingers  of  the  Louchoux  girl. 
"And  so  you  have  come  to  live  with  me?" 
she  whispered  softly. 

The  girl's  face  lighted  up.  "Will  you 
let  me  com'?"  she  asked  eagerly,  "an'  will 
you  teach  me  de  ways  of  de  white  women, 
so  I  ain't  jus'  be  Injun  girl?  So  when 
my  man  com'  back,  he  lak  me  an'  I  have 
plent'  to  eat  in  de  winter?" 

"Yes,  dear,"  answered  Chloe,  "you  shall 
come  to  live  with  me  always." 

Followed  then  a  long  silence  which  was 
broken  at  last  by  the  Indian  girl. 

"You  don'  say  lak  de  pries',"  she  asked, 
"you  not  marry,  you  bad?" 

"No!  No!  No!  You  poor  child  "  cried 
Chloe,  "of  course  you  are  not  bad!  You 
are  going  to  live  with  me.  You  will  learn 
many  things." 

"An'  som'  tarn  we  fin'  my  man?"  she 
asked  eagerly. 

Chloe's  voice  sounded  suddenly  harsh. 
"Yes,  indeed,  we  will  find  him!"  she  cried. 
"We  will  find  him  and  bring  him  back — " 
she  stopped  suddenly.  "We  will  speak  of 
that  later.  And  now  that  my  clothes  are 
dry  you  can  help  me  put  them  on,  and  if 
you  have  any  grub  left  in  your  pack  let's 
eat.    I'm  starving." 

While  Chloe  finished  dressing,  the  Lou- 
choux girl  boiled  a  pot  of  tea  and  fried 
some  bacon,  and  an  hour  later  the  two 
girls  were  fast  asleep  in  each  other's 
arms,  beneath  the  warm  folds  of  the  big 
Hudson  Bay  blankets. 

The  following  morning  they  had  pro- 
ceeded but  a  short  distance  upon  the  back- 
trail  when  they  were  met  by  a  searching 
party  from  the  school.  The  return  was 
made  without  incident,  and  Chloe,  who 
had  taken  a  great  fancy  to  the  Louchoux 
girl,  immediately  established  her  as  a 
member  of  her  own  household. 

DURING  the  days  which  followed,  the 
girl  plunged  with  an  intense  eager- 
ness into  the  task  of  learning  the  ways 
of  the  white  women.  Nothing  was  too 
trivial  or  unimportant  to  escape  the  girl's 
attention.  She  learned  to  copy  with  al- 
most pathetic  exactness  each  of  Chloe's 
little  acts  and  mannerisms,  even  to  the 
fixing  of  her  hair.  With  the  other  two  in- 
mates of  the  cottage  the  girl  became  hard- 
ly less  a  favorite  than  with  Chloe  her- 
self. 

Her  progress  in  learning  to  speak  En- 
glish, her  skill  with  the  needle  and  the 
rapidity  with  which  she  learned  to  make 
her  own  clothing  delighted  Harriet  Pen- 
ny. While  Big  Lena  never  tired  of  in- 
structing her  in  the  mysteries  of  the  cul- 
inary department.  In  return  the  girl 
looked  upon  the  three  women  with  an 
adoration  that  bordered  upon  idolatry. 
She  would  sit  by  the  hour  listening  to 
Chloe's  accounts  of  the  wondrous  cities 
of  the  white  men  and  of  the  doings  of 
the  white  men's  women. 

Chloe  never  mentioned  the  girl's  secret 
to  either  Harriet  Penny  or  Big  Lena,  and 
carefully  avoided  any  allusion  to  the  sub- 
ject to  the  girl  herself.  Nothing  could  be 
done,  she  reasoned,  until  the  ice  went  out 
of  the  rivers,  and  in  the  meantime  she 


would  do  all  in  her  power  to  ihstil  into 
the  girl's  mind  an  understanding  of  the 
white  women's  ethics,  so  that  when  the 
time  came  she  would  be  able  to  choose  in- 
telligently for  herself  whether  she  would 
return  to  her  free-trader  lover  or  prose- 
cute him  for  his  treachery. 

Chloe  knew  that  the  girl  had  done  no 
wrong,  and  in  her  heart  she  hoped  that 
she  could  be  brought  to  a  realization  of 
the  true  character  of  the  man  and  re- 
pudiate him.  If  not — if  she  really  loved 
him,  and  was  determined  to  remain  his 
wife — Chloe  made  up  her  mind  to  insist 
upon  a  ceremony  which  should  meet  the 
sanction  of  church  and  state. 

Christmas  and  New  Year's  passed,  and 
Lapierre  did  not  return  to  the  school. 
Chloe  was  not  surprised  at  this,  for  he 
had  told  her  that  his  absence  would  be 
prolonged ;  and  in  her  heart  of  hearts  she 
was  really  glad,  for  the  veiled  suspicion 
of  the  man's  sincerity  had  grown  into  an 
actual  distrust  of  him — a  distrust  that 
would  have  been  increased  a  thousand- 
fold could  she  have  known  that  the  quar- 
ter-breed was  even  then  upon  Snare  Lake 
at  the  head  of  a  gang  of  outlaws  who 
were  thawing  out  MacNair's  gravel  and 
shoveling  it  into  dumps  for  an  early 
clean-up;  instead  of  looking  after  his  "ne- 
glected interests"  upon  the  rivers. 

But  she  did  not  know  that,  nor  did  she 
know  of  his  midnight  visit  to  Tostoff,  nor 
of  what  happened  at  Brown's  cabin,  nor 
of  the  release  of  MacNair. 

CHAPTER  XX 

ON  THE  TRAIL  OF  PIERRE  LAPIERRE 

T)  OB  MacNAIR  drove  a  terrific  trail. 
^~*  He  was  known  throughout  the  north- 
land  as  a  hard  man  to  follow  at  any  time. 
His  huge  muscles  were  tireless  at  the 
paddle,  and  upon  the  rackets  his  long 
swinging  stride  ate  up  the  miles  of  the 
snow-trails.  And  when  Bob  MacNair  was 
in  a  hurry  the  man  who  undertook  to 
keep  up  with  him  had  his  work  cut  out. 

When  he  headed  northward  after  his 
release  from  the  Fort  Saskatchewan  jail, 
MacNair  was  in  very  much  of  a  hurry. 
From  daylight  until  far  into  the  dark  he 
urged  his  malamutes  to  their  utmost. 
And  Corporal  Ripley,  who  was  by  no 
means  a  chechako,  found  himself  taxed 
to  the  limit  of  his  endurance,  although 
never  by  word  or  sign  did  he  indicate 
that  the  pace  was  other  than  of  his  own 
choosing. 

Fort  McMurray,  a  ten  to  fourteen  day 
trip  under  good  conditions,  was  reached 
in  seven  days.  Fort  Chippewayan  in 
three  days  more,  and  Fort  Resolution  a 
week  later — seventeen  days  from  Atha- 
basca Landing  to  Fort  Resolution — a  re- 
cord trip  for  a  dog-train ! 

MacNair  was  known  as  a  man  of  few 
words,  but  Ripley  wondered  at  the  omin- 
ous silence  with  which  his  every  attempt 
at  conversation  was  met.  During  the 
whole  seventeen  days  of  the  snow-trail, 
MacNair  scarcely  addressed  a  word  to 
him — seemed  almost  oblivious  to  his  pre- 
sence. 

Upon  the  last  day,  with  the  log  build- 
ings of  Fort  Resolution  in  sight,  MacNair 
suddenly  halted  the  dogs  and  faced  Cor- 
poral Ripley. 

"Well,  what's  your  program?"  he  asked 
shortly. 

"My  program,"  returned  the  Other,  "is 
to  arrest  Pierre  Lapierre." 

"How  are  you  going  to  do  it?" 

"I've  got  to  locate  him  first,  the  de- 


tails will  work  out  later.  I've  been  count- 
ing a  lot  on  your  help  and  judgment  in 
the  matter." 

"Don't  do  it!"  snapped  MacNair. 

The  other  gazed  at  him  in  astonish- 
ment.   "What  do  you  mean?" 

"I  mean  that  I'm  not  going  to  help 
you  arrest  Lapierre.  He's  mine !  I  have 
sworn  to  get  him,  and,  by  God,  I  will  get 
him !  From  now  on  we  are  working 
against  each  other." 

Ripley  flushed,  and  his  eyes  narrowed. 
"You  mean,"  he  exclaimed,  "that  you  de- 
fy the  Mounted !  That  you  refuse  to  help 
when  you're  railed  on?" 

MacNair  laughed.  "You  might  put  it 
that  way,  I  suppose,  but  it  don't  sound 
well.  You  know  me,  Ripley.  You  know 
when  my  word  has  passed — when  I've 
once  started  a  thing — I'll  see  it  through  to 
the  limit.  I've  sworn  to  get  Lapierre. 
And  I  tell  you,  he's  mine!  Unless  you 
get  him  first.  You're  a  good  man,  Rip- 
ley, and  you  may  do  it — but  if  you  do, 
when  you  get  back  with  him,  you'll  know 
you've  been  somewhere." 

The  lines  of  Ripley's  face  softened;  as 
a  sporting  proposition  the  situation  ap- 
pealed to  him.  He  thrust  out  his  hand. 
"It's  a  go,  MacNair,"  he  said,  "and  let 
the  best  man  win !" 

"IVyTACNAIR  wrung  the  officer's  hand  in 
-LVla  mighty  grip,  and  then  just  as  he 
was  on  the  point  of  starting  his  dogs, 
paused  and  gazed  thoughtfully  after  the 
other  who  was  making  his  way  toward 
the  little  buildings  of  Fort  Resolution. 

"Oh,  Ripley,"  he  called.  The  officer 
turned  and  retraced  his  steps.  "You've 
heard  of  Lapierre's  fort  to  the  eastward. 
Have  you  ever  been  there?" 

Ripley  shook  his  head.  "No,  but  I've 
heard  he  has  one  somewhere  around  the 
east  end  of  the  lake." 

MacNair  laughed.  "Yes,  and  if  you 
hunted  the  east  end  of  the  lake  for  it  you 
could  hunt  a  year  without  finding  it.  If 
you  really  want  to  know  where  it  is  come 
along,  I'll  show  you.  I  happen  to  be  go- 
ing there." 

"What's  the  idea?"  asked  the  officer, 
regarding  MacNair  quizzically. 

"The  idea  is  just  this.  Lapierre's  no 
fool.  He's  got  as  good  a  chance  of  get- 
ting me  as  I  have  of  getting  him.  And  if 
anything  happens  to  me  you  fellows  will 
lose  a  lot  of  valuable  time  before  you  can 
locate  that  fort.  I  don't  know  myself 
exactly  why  I'm  taking  you  there,  except 
that — well,  if  anything  should  happen  to 
me,  Lapierre  would^you  see,  he  might — 
that  is —  Damn  it!"  he  broke  out  wrath- 
fully.  "Can't  you  see  he'll  have  things 
his  own  way  with  her?" 

Ripley  grinned  broadly.  "Oh!  So 
that's  it,  eh?  Well,  a  fellow  ought  to 
look  out  for  his  friends.  She  seemed  right 
anxious  to  have  you  put  where  nothing 
would  hurt  you." 

"Shut  up!"  growled  MacNair  shortly. 
"And  before  we  start  there's  one  little 
condition  you  must  agree  to.  If  we  find 
Lapierre  at  the  fort,  in  return  for  my 
showing  you  the  place,  you've  got  to 
promise  to  make  no  attempt  to  arrest 
him  without  first  returning  to  Fort  Reso- 
lution. If  I  can't  get  him  in  the  mean- 
time I  ought  to  lose." 

"You're  on,"  grinned  Ripley,  "I  prom- 
ise. But,  man,  if  he's  there  he  won't  be 
alone!  What  chance  will  you  have  single- 
handed  against  a  whole  gang  of  out- 
laws?" 

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lookout.  Remember,  your  word  has  pass- 
ed, and  when  we  locate  Lapierre,  you 
head  back  for  Fort  Resolution." 

The  other  nodded  regretfully,  and  when 
MacNair  turned  away  from  the  fort  and 
headed  eastward  along  the  south  shore 
of  the  lake,  the  oflScer  fell  silently  in  be- 
hind the  dogs. 

THEY  camped  late  in  a  thicket  on  the 
shore  of  South  Bay,  and  at  daylight 
headed  straight  across  the  vast  snow- 
level,  that  stretched  for  sixty  miles  in  an 
unbroken  surface  of  white.  That  night 
they  camped  on  the  ice,  and  toward  noon 
of  the  following  day  drew  into  the  scrub 
timber  directly  north  of  the  extremity  of 
Peththenneh  Island. 

Long  after  dark  they  made  a  fireless 
camp  directly  opposite  the  stronghold  of 
the  outlaws  on  the  shore  of  Lac  du  Mort. 
Circling  the  lake  next  morning,  they  re- 
connoitered  the  black  spruce  swamp,  and 
working  their  way,  inch  by  inch,  passed 
cautiously  between  the  dense  evergreens 
in  the  direction  of  the  high  promontory 
upon  which  Lapierre  had  built  his  "Bas- 
tile  du  Mort." 

Silence  enveloped  the  swamp.  An  in- 
tense, all-pervading  stillness,  accentuated 
by  the  low-hung  snow-weighted  branches 
through  which  the  men  moved  like  dark 
fantoms  in  the  gray  half-light  of  the 
dawn.  They  moved  not  with  the  stealthy, 
gliding  movement  of  the  Indian,  but  with 
the  slow,  caution  of  trained  woodsmen, 
pausing  every  few  moments  to  scrutinize 
their  surroundings,  and  to  strain  their 
ears  for  a  sound  that  would  tell  them 
that  other  lurking  forms  glided  among 
the  silent  aisles  and  vistas  of  the  snow- 
shrouded  swamp.  But  no  sounds  came  to 
them  through  the  motionless  air,  and  af- 
ter an  hour  of  stealthy  advance,  they, 
drew  into  the  shelter  of  a  huge  spruce  and 
peered  through  the  interstices  of  its  snow-- 
laden  branches  toward  the  log  stockade 
that  Lapierre  had  thrown  across  the  neck 
of  his  lofty  peninsula. 

To  he  continued. 


Federation  After  the 
War? 

Continued  from  page  14. 

influence  upon  the  mind  of  the  world 
goes,  America  is,  as  Professor  Hugo 
Munsterberg  called  her,  "a  power  for 
peace  and  for  ethical  ideals." 

But  so  long  as  the  country  to  which 
Prof.  Munsterberg  belonged  continues  to 
disbelieve  utterly  in  any  ideals  but  those 
of  the  ruffian  and  the  bully  and  the  thief, 
it  is  useless  to  hope  that  this  influence 
will  prevail,  it  is  useless  to  reckon  upon 
wars  coming  to  an  end.  "War  is  the  na- 
tional industry  of  Prussia,  "said  Mira- 
beau.  It  is  still.  Not  only  do  the  generals 
of  Prussia  proclaim,  the  benefits  of  war; 
the  professors  are  equally  loud,  and  even 
those  of  other  parts  of  Germany  have 
been  infected  by  the  poison.  There  is  in 
Munich  a  Dr.  Kerschensteiner  who  be- 
came known  by  the  good  work  he  did  in 
connection  with  Continuation  Schools. 
Such  a  man  one  would  suppose  to  be  in 
favor  of  anything  which  could  sweeten 
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that?  Yet  this  Dr.  Kerschensteiner,  in  a 
book  published  last  year  on  the  Future  of 
Germany,  writes: 

"It  is  useless,  it  is  dangerous  to  rely  upon 
the  affection  and  loyalty  of  any  ally.  .  .  If 
the  war  has  done  no  more  than  awake  the 
German  people  out  of  love's  young  dream, 
that  is,  out  of  its  reliance  on  the  goodwill 
and  honest  dealing  of  peoples  and  states,  it 
will  have  done  us  a  great  service." 

In  other  words,  trust  nobody,  and,  as  a 
corollary,  behave  so  that  nobody  will  be 
tempted  to  trust  you. 

It  is  hopelessly  out-of-date,  this  cynic 
philosophy.  It  is  well  known  that  modern 
business  could  not  continue  a  day  if  men 
did  not  trust  one  another.  Why  should 
professors  assume  that  that  those  who 
govern  states  cannot  be  swayed  by  the 
same  motives,  the  same  ideals  of  conduct 
which  influence  private  individuals? 
Why?  Because  they  live  under  an  Abso- 
lutist system  of  government,  a  system 
which  claims  to  have  "Divine  Right"  be- 
hind it.  Such  systems  have  always  shown 
the  utmost  contempt  for  justice  and 
equity.  They  have  always  relied  on  blood 
and  iron,  and  so  long  as  they  can  find  men 
like  Professor  Kerschensteiner  to  sup- 
port them,  and  sheep  like  the  Germans  to 
fight  for  them,  they  will  continue  to  dis- 
turb the  world,  unless  the  world  determ- 
ines to  deal  with  them  as  dangerous  crim- 
inals and  to  fall  upon  them  with  all  its 
force  as  soon  as  they  become  troublesome. 

IF  the  world  should  decide  to  do  that, 
the  chief  part  in  the  League  of  Repres- 
sion would  fall  to  the  British  Empire  and 
the  United  States.  Their  power  united 
could  accomplish  the  aim  of  the  League. 
Whether  there  would  be  further  advant- 
ages in  an  alliance  between  them,  in  a 
Federation  of  the  English-speaking  peo- 
ples, I  shall  not  attempt  to  decide  here. 
All  that  I  see  clearly  at  present  is  that,  if 
Prussian  Absolutism  remains  intact  after 
the  war,  the  two  peoples  will  be  forced  to 
come  together  for  mutual  protection 
against  it.  This  is  understood  in  Ger- 
many. The  Socialist  deputy.  Max  Cohen, 
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American  alliance."  Such  an  alliance 
could  prevent  Prussia  and  her  dupes  from 
becoming  again  dangerous.  If  this  should 
not  be  prevented,  neither  the  United 
States  nor  the  British  Empire  could  be 
for  a  moment  secure. 


Flutter  in  Diamonds 

Continued  from  page  17. 

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smote  him  again  when  he  saw  Grace  and 
Dave  in  earnest  conversation.  The 
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seemed  tainted.    Doubtless  they  were  dis- 
cussing diamond  crops.    Poor  kids! 

The  next  day  Dave  disappeared  on  one 
of  his  irritatingly  mysterious  trips.  This 
time  he  was  gone  a  week,  and  when  he 
came  back  the  cold  had  set  in  and  broken 
up  the  colony  for  the  year.  The  day  after 
the  Forsythes  left,  he  dropped  into  Max- 
son's  office. 

"I've  been  up  at  the  Frampton  Place," 
he  said.  "I  see  you've  dumped  some  rock 
there.  I'd  be  ever  so  much  obliged  if  you'd 
take  it  away." 

"Do  you  really  mean  it?"-  asked  Max- 
son,  uneasily.  "It  will  be  an  awkward 
and  expensive  job." 

"You  should  have  figured  that  before 
you  put  it  there,"  replied  the  visitor, 
bluntly. 

"It  was  done  before  my  time,"  said  Will. 
"Is  there  really  much  damage  done?  The 
place  is  waste,  I  understand.  You'll  find 
nothing  there." 

"What  I  want  to  find  is  a  covered  up 
tract  of  land,"  answered  Eglinton.  "I 
might  take  a  notion  to  fill  in  the  hole  and 
use  the  place." 

"There's  your  filling  right  at  hand," 
said  the  other.  "Tell  you  what  I'll  do,  for 
I  don't  like  these  affairs.  We'll  transfer 
the  dump  to  you,  and  give  you  a  couple 
of  hundreds  to  help  the  shovelling.  It's 
more  than  the  land  is  worth,  but  we  have 
undoubtedly  trespassed.  I'll  give  you  a 
cheque  now  and  fix  the  thing  up  form- 
ally." 

Forsythe  came  back  to  the  mines  after 
he  had  seen  his  people  home. 

"By  the  way,"  said  Dave  to  him.  "I 
settled  that  trespass  affair  with  Maxson. 
He  met  me  pleasantly  enough,  and  it 
seemed  the  neighborly  thing  to  do." 

The  other  sniffed.  He  knew  Maxson, 
and  suspected  over-amiable  deals. 

"I  took  the  rock  over,  with  a  two  hun- 
dred dollar  plaster.  It  isn't  a  whole  lot, 
but  it's  so  much  better  than  fussing.  The 
old  man  was  a  cut-throat,  but  the  son's 
different,"   said   Dave. 

"You'll  find  it  a  pretty  good  rule,  when 
you  get  on  top  of  the  man  who  tried  to 
throttle  you,  to  give  him  the  best  whaling 
you  know  how,  first,  and  sing  that  'jolly 
good  fellow'  tune  later  on,"  observed  the 
mine  man.  "This's  no  kid  glove  country. 
The  French-Canadian  is  French  at  the 
core,  and  oozes  money  by  drops,  but  col- 
lects with  a  bucket.  The  settler's  an  Ul- 
ster Scotsman  who'd  take  clothes  and  hide 
off  a  Jew,  and  grudge  him  his  bones. 
Hello!  There's  Dalrymple  stepping  off 
the  train.  What  brings  him  into  this 
country  these  days?" 

He  rose  and  went  over  to  the  station. 
When  he  returned  with  his  friend  Dal- 
rymple, Dave  had  vanished,  leaving  word 
that  he  was  going  down  the  line  and  might 
not  be  back  for  a  day  or  two.  The  run 
down  the  line  terminated  in  New  York 
City.  Dave  displayed  no  undue  anxiety 
to  return,  made  one  or  two  out  of  town 
trips,  dallied  a  few  days  in  the  city,  and 
then  leisurely  went  off. 

WHEN  he  reappeared  at  the  Ste.  Ce- 
cilia hotel,  he  found  Forsythe  ab- 
sent, so  he  loafed  round  waiting  for  him. 
He  was  deep  in  an  armchair,  busy  with 
pipe  and  paper-backed  novel,  when  Max- 
son found  him. 

"Back  again,  Dave?"  he  said.  "For- 
sythe was  thinking  about  sending  a  posse 
into  the  woods  to  look  for  you.  I  say, 
Dave,  about  our  dicker  of  the  other  day. 
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to  me  that  you'd  just  as  soon  be  rid  of 
it." 

Before  Eglinton  could  reply,  in  burst 
Forsythe.  He  looked  at  the  young  man 
in  extreme  disgust.  A  lusty  fellow,  on  a 
bustling  working  morning,  loafing  over 
pipe  and  novel!  The  thing  was  outrage- 
ous to  every  business  instinct. 

"Where  the  deuce  have  you  been, 
Dave?"  he  asked  irritably. 

"New  York  City  on  a  business  trip," 
was  the  reply. 

Something  was  clearly  afoot,  for  Max- 
son  and  Forsythe  withdrew  to  an  adjoin- 
ing room,  and  were  presently  in  close  con- 
sultation. They  were  away  for  half  an 
hour,  then  the  latter  came  out,  breezily 
amiable,  a  paper  in  his  hand. 

"Dave,"  he  said.  "I'll  be  obliged  if 
you'll  let  me  take  back  those  options.  Max- 
son  and  I  have  got  into  some  business 
deals  we  didn't  foresee,  and  we  want  the 
properties  clear  from  leasehold  encum- 
brances. Business  is  business,  and  you've 
a  right  to  make  your  bit  on  the  accommo- 
dation. I'll  give  you  five  hundred  dollars 
for  the  Frampton  and  what's  on  it,  and 
another  five  hundred  for  the  cancellation 
of  the  options.  If  you  insist  we  might 
give  you  diamond  rights  for  the  optioned 
lease  term.  Maxson  tells  me  you  were 
dickering  about  the  dump  when  I  butted 
in.  Sign  here.  It's  a  blanket  agreement 
covering  everything.  By  the  way,  Grace 
was  enquiring  about  you  in  a  letter  I  had 
this  morning." 

DAVE  shut  the  novel,  knocked  the 
ashes  from  his  pipe,  and  got  lazily 
to  his  feet.  Dalrymple  and  Maxson  enter- 
ed the  room  by  opposite  doors. 

"I  don't  hock  my  golf  prizes,  and  I  am 
not  turning  golf  professional,"  he  said  in 
an  injured  tone.  "I  guess  I'll  pass  up  my 
profits  on  the  cancellation.  I  always  had 
the  funniest  luck  on  foolish  long  shots." 

"You  don't  mean  to  tell  me  that  you'll 
let  joke  agreements  block  serious  busi- 
ness?" protested  Forsythe. 

"Serious  men  don't  make  joke  agree- 
ments in  business,"  said  Dave  rebuk- 
ingly. 

"Huh!"  grunted  the  other,  as  if  he  had 
been  punched.  "A  thousand  isn't  to  be 
sneezed  at,  and  you've  got  to  wake  up 
from  that  diamond  pipe  dream." 

"I  am  not  sneezing,"  grinned  Dave. 
"And  I  am  awake  all  right.  I  am  selling 
nothing  these  days  but — chrome." 

There  was  silence  in  the  room  that  could 
have  been  chipped  with  a  chisel. 

"Some  old  papers  of  my  father's  did 
the  waking,"  continued  Dave.  "I  also 
have  a  friend  who  used  to  freight  chrome 
from  Asia  Minor,  and  once  I  made  a  trip 
out  there  with  him.  I  looked  him  up  and 
learned  what  war  had  done  to  the  foreign 
chrome  supply.  Then  I  did  a  bit  of  tra- 
velling, and  found  steel  mills  booming, 
and  getting  uneasy  about  the  lessening 
supply  of  chrome  for  the  linings  of  their 
blast  furnaces,  so  it  seemed  to  me  about 
time  that  Ste.  Cecilie  should  come  on  the 
map  in  bigger  letters  with  its  monopoly. 
I  got  busy  nailing  down  chrome  properties 
that  were  owned  by  whiskered  rubes — and 
others." 

"For  diamond  dust,  you  insulting  pup!" 
shouted  Forsythe.  "You  tricky,  get-rich- 
quick  robber."  Maxson  began  to  laugh. 

"I've  got  more  hungry  flies  buzzing 
round  me  than  ever  haunted  a  honey  jar, 
and  every  buzz  says  'Chrome,'  Eh!  Mr. 
Dalrymple?"  said  Dave.  "Saw  your  folks 
in  Pittsburgh  and  did  business  with  them. 


Guess  you  know."     Dalrymple  had  the 
newly  arrived  mail  in  his  hand. 

"I  control  absolutely  Forsythe's,  Max- 
son's,  Brogan's,  and  a  list  as  long  as  my 
arm,  and  if  there's  one  left  out,  he's  a 
little  one  the  comb  didn't  catch,"  continued 
Dave.  "For  four  years  they  are  mine. 
At  the  end  of  that  time  I  guess  the  war 
will  be  over,  and  Canadian  chrome  will  be 
off  again.  But  while  it  lasts,  things  look 
pretty  good,  eh,  Mr.  Dalrymple?  I  like 
this  skittles  game  with  live  men  for 
pins." 

"Lord!  Dave,"  said  Forsythe  wilting. 
"Maxson  and  I  have  sold  Dalrymple 
twenty  thousand  tons." 

"So  I  heard  in  Pittsburgh.  You  are 
not  the  first  mine  gamblers  to  be  caught 
short,"  rebuked  Dave.  "Still,  I'll  be  rea- 
sonable. You  sold  at  sixteen  dollars  a 
ton,  and  I  am  getting  twenty.  I'll  take 
your  contracts  over  and  deliver,  you  pay- 
ing me  the   difference." 

"You  gouging  thug!"  stormed  Forsythe. 

"Just  as  you  like,"  smiled  the  autocrat. 
"I'd  much  rather  not,  as  I  am  being  torn 
to  shreds  for  the  stuff." 

"He  has  us  roped,  Forsythe,"  said  Max- 
son with  a  dry  laugh.  "I  don't  know 
where  I  can  buy  a  pound  elsewhere,  so 
I'm  going  to  settle  my  end  before  the 
price  boosts.  I  hope,  though,  Dave,  you'll 
take  me  on  that  proposition  I  made  just 
now." 

"Oh,  the  old  dump?"  said  Dave.  "Sorry, 
Will.  It  isn't  top  notch  stuff,  but  mostly 
fair  grade  chrome  ore,  as  you  know,  and  I 
sold  it  to  a  chap  in  Philadelphia  at  fifteen. 
He  starts  to  load  it  into  the  cars  to-mor- 
row. Guess  there's  about  five  thousand 
tons  of  it." 

"Seventy-five  thousand  dollars!  And  I 
gave  it  away  with  two  hundred  to  boot!" 
groaned  Maxson. 

"Here's  notice  to  you  gentlemen  that  I 
am  taking  up  the  leases  under  my  options, 
with  certified  cheque  for  the  first  year's 
rental,  as  called  for  in  our  agreements," 
said  Dave  handing  over  a  cheque  to  each. 

Forsythe  dropped  into  a  chair,  and  Dal- 
rymple went  out  to  hide  his  indecent 
mirth,  but  Maxson  stood  his  ground. 

"I've  just  one  thing  to  ask,  Dave,"  he 
said.     "Will  you  shake  hands,  man  way, 
■  with  an  infant  like  me,  and  I'll  feel  it  isn't 
all  loss." 

Dave's  hand  shot  out,  and  the  big  sons 
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caressingly,  as  he  sat  meditatively  before 
the  fire. 

"And  you  were  in  the  flutter?  My  only 
child!"  he  said  reproachfully. 

"We  just  had  to  do  it,"  she  replied. 
"Dave  had  to  prove  up,  but  then  you  know, 
daddy,  it  isn't  as  if  the  money  were 
going  out  of  the  family." 

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"No,  the  war  bride  is  to  be  a  June 
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"Grace!"  he  said.  "When  I  woke  up 
and  saw  that  Dave  had  us  between  the 
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to  one  hundred  dollars  a  month,  "How  I 
feed  a  family  of  four  on  four-forty-four 
per  week,"  and  similar  articles,  make  the 
housekeeper  of  the  larger  allowance 
(which  is  never  JUST  enough)  feel 
ashamed  to  confess  her  own  struggles. 

Yet  her  struggles  are  real  enough. 
Even  the  government  has  recognized  that 
the  salaried  married  man  on  $2,999  dol- 
lars a  year,  has  none  too  much  money  for 
the  bills  that  he  has  to  pay;  and  has  not 
taxed  that  income. 

The  really  rich  will  doubtless  forego 
much — and  pay  more  dearly  for  the  rest 
of  the  comforts,  luxuries,  or  necessities  of 
life.  But  they  will  not  suffer.  The  really 
poor — the  working  man — has  never  before 
commanded  such  good  wages,  nor  such 
varieties  of  work,  for  himself,  and  all  his 
family.  But  the  salaried  man — with  a 
salary  under  three  thousand  dollars  per 
year — is  in  the  unpleasant  position  of 
having  many  more  calls  on  his  purse, 
than  ever  before,  while,  for  all  practical 


purposes,  the  purchasing  power  of  his 
salary  has  been  reduced  by  at  least  one 
third. 

On  "the  plains  of  Timbuctoo,"  in  the 
dim  distant  days  of  early  married  life 
(eight  years  ago)  I  could  buy  the  very 
best  cuts  of  meat  for  from  twelve  and  a 
half,  to  sixteen  cents  per  lb.  Bread  was 
five  cents  a  loaf;  milk  seven  cents  a  quart; 
and  whipping  cream  was  forty  cents  per 
quart.  Butter  and  eggs  (in  that  dis- 
trict) were  expensive  out  of  proportion. 
We  were  very  particular  about  our  but- 
ter, and  paid  thirty  cents  per  pound  for 
it,  the  whole  year  round. 

Eggs  varied — from  twenty  cents  per 
dozen  up — 'way  up,  in  winter,  to  as  high 
as  sixty  cents  for  new  laid;  the  storage 
eggs,  or  "Ontario  fresh"  as  they  were 
libelously  called  (we  lived  out  West) 
could  be  bought  in  December  for  35 
cents  per  dozen.  The  best  bacon  was  con- 
sidered dear  at  twenty-five  cents  a  pound. 
Coal  cost  four-fifty  per  ton:  and  I  had  a 
very  satisfactory  "General"  for  sixteen 
dollars  a  month.  I  had  two  dollars  worth 
of  washerwoman  every  two  weeks,  and 
paid  about  $1 .  50  per  month  for  starched 
shirts  and  collars,  etc.  The  rest  of  the 
laundry  was  done  at  home;  and  I  put  the 
personal  touch  on  the  ironing. 

My  husband's  position,  in  a  small  j)ut 
"live"  western  town,  obliged  us  to  enter- 
tain, informally,  it  is  true,  but  with  that 
ready,  and  almost  constant  hospitality 
that  is  characteristic  of  the  West.  We 
also  went  out  a  good  deal,  perhaps  an 
average  of  three  times  a  week.  If  we  got 
six  free  meals  during  the  week,  we  cer- 
tainly served  twelve  extra  ones. 

My    housekeeping    allowance,    and    a 


small   income    of 
my  own,  gave  me 
about  $115.00  per 
month    for    fuel, 
light,  water,  food, 
clothes,      doctors, 
dentists,     d  r  u  g- 
gists,      telephone, 
amusements,    im- 
p  rovem  ents, 
wages,     washing, 
carfare,     station- 
ery, books,  travel- 
ling and  personal, 
church  and  char- 
ity subscriptions,  my  husband  paying  our 
family  subscriptions,  and  his     own  per- 
sonal expenses,  and  the  rent  out  of  the  re- 
mainder of  his  salary. 

Since  then,  living  expenses  have  risen 
out  of  all  proportion  to  salaries,  in  our 
business.  Washing  costs  ten  to  twelve 
dollars  a  month.  Coal  is  $9.50  per  ton. 
Servants'  wages  vary  from  twenty  to 
forty  dollars  a  month  depending  (partly) 
on  the  (in)  competence  of  the  labor  sup- 
plied. The  "Women-by-the-day"  plan 
costs  about  twenty-five  dollars  a  month 
(if  one  dispenses  with  servants)  and  does 
not  give  a  very  great  deal  of  satisfaction. 

WITH  a  boy  of  six,  and  a  girl  of  four, 
to  dress  and  feed  (lively  children, 
with  healthy  appetites,  for  which  Heaven 
be  thanked)  and  an  allowance  of  one  hun- 
dred and  eighty-five  dollars  per  month,  I 
am  far  poorer  than  I  was  eight  years  ago. 
I  do  not  quote  present  prices  of  food. 
Every  woman  knows  them — to  her  cost! 
The  harried  housewife  feels  as  though 
she  were  trying  to  shin  up  a  greased  pole, 
to  that  pinnacle  where  the  Cost  of  Living 
perches  like  a  prize  at  the  top.  Can  shej 
reach  it?  Is  there  any  sand  to  put  on  her  J 
hands? 

I  have,  however,  managed  to  cater  fotl 
my  family  so  that  the  cost  per  meal  has] 
not  doubled,  though  it  has  certainly  risen] 
much  higher  than  I  could  wish!  As  lat 
as  March,  1916,  I  was  still  able  to  feedj 
my  family  at  an  average  cost  of  ten  dol- 


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lars  to  $10.75  a  month  per  head.  In  April, 
1917,  each  member  of  the  household  at« 
up  twelve  dollars  and  twenty-four  cents. 
This  cost  included  twelve  dozen  eggs  for 
packing  (at  34  cents  a  dozen)  for  next 
winter. 

In  May,  our  personal  Budget  bounded 
upwards,  to  $17.10  per  head.  But 
thirty  dozen  of  eggs  for  packing,  and 
one  hundred  pounds  of  sugar  for  pre- 
serves, were  included  in  that  price.  In 
June  the  food  thermometer  sank  a  little 
(in  spite  of  the  last  five  dozen  of  eggs  for 
packing  purposes,  and  another  hundred 
pounds  of  sugar)  and  registered  $16.13 
for  each  person.  In  July  it  steadied  so  as  to 
be  almost  normal,  at  $12.76  for  each 
person.  Giving  an  average  cost  for  each 
member  of  our  family  (of  five)  of  $14.55 
for  the  four  months ;  or  about  sixteen  and 
a  sixth  cents  per  person  per  meal — as 
against  eleven  cents,  sixteen  months  ago. 

What  do  we  have  at  this  price? 

There  are  oranges  (probably  twice  a 
week)  for  breakfast.  I  find  that  the 
cheaper  grades  are  usually  the  best  value, 
as  they  are  juicy,  but  there  is  not  so  much 
skin  to  be  paid  for.  Half  an  orange  (pre- 
pared exactly  like  a  grapefruit,  but  with- 
out sugar)  is  almost  as  satisfying  as  a 
whole  one,  prepared  any  other  way.    Al- 


ways there  is  a  cereal — oatmeal,  corn- 
meal,  cream  of  wheat,  or  whole  wheat, 
five  days  out  of  the  seven,  with  one  of  the 
prepared  cereals,  for  a  change,  on  other 
days.  We  buy  about  three  pints  of  cream 
a  week,  so  there  is  usually  some  for  the 
porridge;  but  if  not,  we  use  "top  milk." 
Both  children  usually  manage  two  good 
plates  of  cereal.  Then  there  are  eggs — 
fried,  boiled,  poached  or  scrambled — for 
the  Man  of  the  House,  who  spares  a  taste 
for  the  children,  if  they  want  it.  Perhaps 
four  times  a  week,  three  or  four  slices  of 
bacon  go  with  the  eggs.  There  is  tea; 
plenty  of  milk;  white  and  brown  bread  for 
toast;  butter  of  course;  and  marmalade 
or  honey. 

Lunch  (in  winter)  may  consist  of  a 
good  thick  soup,  a  dish  of  eggs,  a  made 
over  fish  dish  ("Kedgeree"  being  elastic 
—and  popular) ;  cold  meat  occasionally, 
with  baked  potatoes,  or  scalloped  vege- 
tables for  the  children,  or  macaroni  and 
cheese.  For  a  second  course,  there  are 
brown  and  white  breads,  (or  hot  biscuits, 
or  Graham  gems)  and  homemade  jams 
preserves  or  bottled  fruit.  And  always 
there  is  a  big  jug  of  milk.  Sometimes  this 
dessert  is  varied  by  serving  a  rechauffed 
pudding  from  the  last  night's  dinner. 
The  children  have  tea  at  five.  Plenty  of 
good  milk,  and  bread  and  butter — or 
toast — with  perhaps  an  egg  for  each; 
boiled  custard;  milk  or  custard  puddings; 
stewed  fruit;  wheat  biscuits,  with  jam 
and  hot  milk;  cornmeal  (porridge) ;  por- 
ridge (always  a  treat,  with  brown  sugar 
and  cream) ;  sliced  bananas;  jam  sand- 
wiches, and  plain  cake. 

Afternon  tea,  for  the  grown-ups,  with 
bread  and  butter  and  cake,  is  to  be  had,  if 
wanted. 

Our  dinner  is  at  seven.  We  seldom 
have  soup,  unless  there  is  no  special 
meat,  but  a  very  light  "made"  dish  in- 
stead.     There  is  generally    meat    (with 


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plenty  of  good  gravy)  or  fish;  potatoes 
or  rice,  and  another  vegetable  with  pud- 
ding or  pie,  fruit  salad,  or  custard  and 
cake,  to  follow. 

On  Sunday,  breakfast  is  served  an 
hour  later  than  on  week-days,  and  we  take 
more  time  over  it.  Coffee  is  a  Sunday 
treat;  and  fish,  fishcakes,  or  sausages, 
are  the  principal  dish. 

That  relic  of  Barbarism  "a  Sunday 
dinner"  is  unknown  in  our  house.  We  eat 
bread  and  jam,  or  stewed  fruit,  with  milk, 
eggnoggs,  or  iced  coffee,  if  we  are  hungry 
at  mid-day.  At  four-thirty  we  have  tea, 
with  bread  and  butter,  sandwiches  or 
toast,  and  cake.  Supper  is  (in  the  main) 
a  cold,  and  movable,  feast.  Sometimes 
there  is  hot  soup ;  or  potatoes.  Otherwise 
it  consists  of  cold  meat,  salad,  and  dessert. 

Summer  breakfasts  are  much  the  same 
as  the  winter  ones.  But  lunch  (except  on 
a  rainy  day)  is  usually  of  the  picnic 
variety,  and  eaten  out  of  doors.  Hard 
boiled  eggs  and  bread  and  butter,  are  as 
Natural  to  us  as  "Maconochie"  is  to  the 
soldier  in  the  trenches.  Sandwiches  of 
course,  of  every  variety,  egg,  meat,  bacon, 
cheese,  fish,  or  fowl.  Salads  are  plentiful, 
with  lettuce  as  the  main  ingredient,  and 
any  cold  vegetables  that  anybody  wishes 
to  add;  with  French,  or  boiled,  dressing; 
or  mayonnaise. 

Sometimes,  if  the  sandwiches  are 
"mild"  there  is  iced  bouillon  to  go  with 
them. 

There  is  always  milk — and  fresh  fruit 
in  season. 

The  evening  meal  may  be  dinner  or  sup- 
per, varied  to  suit  the  weather.  Iced  soup 
is  a  favourite  dish — or  cup.  Very  little 
meat,  plenty  of  vegetables,  and  sum- 
mery desserts.  A  quart  of  ice-cream 
twice  a  week,  makes  "a  teaparty"  for  the 
children,  as  well  as  a  dessert  for  the 
grown-ups. 


Our  living  is  simple,  but  good. 

Not  to  waste — either  the  materials  for 
meals,  or  the  time,  in  "fussing  them  up" 
— that  is  the  First  of  the  National  Ser- 
vice Commandments.  It  is  an  equally 
Patriotic  Duty  (as  an  aid  to  good  diges- 
tion, and  therefore  to  consequent  physical 
fitness)  to  cook  and  serve  meals  so  that 
they  are  pleasing  to  the  eye  and  the 
palate. 

Meals  at  sixteen  and  one-sixth  cents 
each,  need  not  be  "dull"  or  tasteless. 

It  is  true  that  we  do  not  eat  much 
meat — but  we  are  far  from  being  starved. 
I  have  never— I  confess  it  humbly: — had 
much  success  with  those  mysterious 
things  "the  cheaper  cuts."  When  we 
have  meat,  T-bone  steak  is  usually  our 
portion.  I  have  it  cut  very  thick,  with 
plenty  of  fat.  Broiled — very  brown  out- 
side, and  very  rosy  and  juicy  inside. 

The  only  equal  to  such  steak  eaten  very 
hot,  with  gravy,  is  the  same  steak,  eaten 
cold. 

American  gourmets  think  that  cold, 
broiled  steak,  is  superior  to  cold  roast 
beef. 

From  a  three  pound  steak,  two  to  four 
"Salisbury  steaks"  may  be  made  of  that 
limp  thing  "the  flap  end,"  if  it  is  cut  off 
before  broiling.  Or  that  same  scrap  of 
"cheaper  cut"  may  be  pounded,  and  made 
into  a  meat  pie,  shepherd's  pie,  a  stew,  or 
a  Spanish  steak.  The  bone,  and  every 
scrap  of  fat  (when  the  soup  is  strained 
and  cold,  the  fat  is  skimmed  and  ren- 
dered) and  every  snippet  of  unused  meat, 
goes  into  the  stock  pot;  with  vegetable, 
raw  and  cooked,  a  teaspoonful  of  gravy, 
a  scrap  of  porridge,  rice,  barley,  maca- 
roni, a  few  breadcrumbs — a  general 
clean-up  from  the  pantry  and  refriger- 
ator, in  fact!  Sothat  is  not  such  an  ex- 
pensive cut  in  the  end,  as  the  price  leads 
one  to  suppose. 


Potatoes  are  usually  boiled  in  their 
skins.  When  they  are  not,  the  water  in 
which  they  are  cooked,  goes  into  the  soup 
too;  with  the  water  from  any  other  vege- 
tables (except  cabbage  water,  which 
should  be  used  very  sparingly)  or  from 
rice  or  macaroni.  When  properly  col- 
oured and  flavoured,  these  soups  are  ex- 
cellent. If  too  weak,  I  boil  barley  or  rice 
in  the  stock  after  straining,  which  re- 
duces the  liquid,  and  conserves  the  good- 
ness of  the  cereal. 

Any  scraps  of  meat,  or  chicken  from 
soup,  minced  with  the  vegetables,  may  be 
made  into  a  tiny  mold,  with  stiffened 
stock;  or  mixed  with  gravy,  and  used  for 
sandwiches,  or  as  a  stuffing  for  savoury 
eggs. 

We  eat  a  good  deal  of  bread — but  we 
waste  none.  In  winter  the  birds  get  the 
crumbs,  from  the  bread  board,  because 
the  feathered  friends  of  the  garden  must 
not  go  unfed.  In  summer,  they  go  into 
the  crumb-box,  with  the  few  dry  crusts 
that  we  collect  at  stray  moments — to  be 
dried,  rolled  and  sifted,  for  one  of  the 
dozen  uses  to  which  they  may  profitably 
be  put. 

Careful  buying — and  still  more  careful 
using — are  the  things  that  will  reduce  the 
cost  of  living — and  the  work  of  the 
Waste-gatherer. 

We,  at  last,  can  never  qualify  for  the 
social  standing  of  that  family  of  whom 
it  was  said  (by  one  refuse  collector  to 
another)  : 

"Wouldn't  you  jes'  KNOW  they  wus 
bank  managers?  They  have  the  swellest 
garbage  in  town!" 

Whoso  preaches  the  Gospel  of  the 
Clean  Plate,  is  also  teaching  the  compan- 
ion doctrine  of  the  Destitute  Garbage 
tin. 


The  Care  of  Children 

By  a  Well-known  Child's  Specialist 


THE   MOST  PERFECT  FOOD  FOR  THE  INFANT 

ONE  often  wonders  on  seeing  the  ex- 
tensive advertising  in  our  news- 
papers, etc.,  of  various  patented 
foods  how  many  mothers  are  tempfed  be- 
cause of  some  minor  disturbance  in  her 
baby,  to  think  that  patented  foods  are  the 
best  foods.  Of  course  such  is  entirely  er- 
roneous. Not  only  is  it  true  that  mother's 
milk  is  by  far  the  best  food,  but  it  is  also 
true  that  cow's  milk  properly  prepared  is 
the  next  best.  Patented  foods  should  be 
avoided. 

Mother's  milk  is  the  most  perfect  food 
because : — 

(1)  It  is  the  natural  food. 

Nature's  way  is  always  the  best.  Man 
cannot  improve  on  that.  In  this  connec- 
tion one  must  remember  that  nature,  to 
do  her  work  requires  the  mother  to  do 
this  in  nature's  way  as  much  as  possible 
if  the  proper  results  are  to  be  obtained. 
This  means  leading  the  simple  life  before 
and  after  the  birth  of  the  child.  One 
cannot  expect  normal  phenomena  unless 
everything  conductive  to  them  is  lived  up 
to.  The  mother  must  sleep  normally,  get- 
ting to  bed  at  proper  hours.  Exercise, 
fresh  air  and  sunshine  mean  healthier 
bodies  and  the  proper  condition  of  the 
mind,  a  balance  which  is  necessary  for 


the  successful  mothers.  This  is  no  time 
for  selfishness.  Everything  must  be  done 
with  the  baby's  welfare  in  view.  If  this 
be  the  case,  then  the  mother  will  provide 
the  proper  food. 

(2)  It  contains  the  proper  elements  for 
growth. 

In  the  past  two  years  a  great  deal  of 
discussion  and  research  work  has  been 
centred  about  substances  called  Vita- 
mines.  Here  it  is  only  necessary  to  know 
that  they  are  the  essential  elements  of 
proper  growth!  Mother's  milk  is  abund- 
antly supplied  with  them.  Patented  foods 
have  none.  Their  absence  is  productive 
of  a  series  of  disorders  called  deficiency 
diseases  (scurvy  and  rickets  are  exam- 
ples). Mother's  milk  has  this  most  im- 
portant factor,  that  is  one  reason  why  a 
breast  fed  infant  looks  and  is  a  real  baby, 
healthy,  robust  and  strong.  It  gets  the 
necessary  elements  in  its  food. 

(Z)Mother's  milk  produces  infants  that 
can  resist  disease.  Below  is  a  fact  to  think 
about  and  keep  before  you,  namely, — 

That  a  breast-fed  baby  has  five  times 
as  many  chances  of  living  and  of  growing 
up  as  a  bottle-fed  baby.  When  you  wean 
your  baby  before  the  proper  time,  you  les- 
sen its  chances  of  living  fivefold.  Surely 
this  is  a  strong  reason  for  calling  Moth- 


er's milk  the  perfect  milk.  Then  these 
reasons  should  be  sufficient  to  intensify 
the  desire  in  every  mother  to  nurse  her 
own  infant.  What  should  a  mother  do 
toward  reaching  this  end? 

The  mother  should  expect  to  nurse  her 
infant.  To  be  able  to  do  this,  she  must 
train  herself.  Aim  at  being  healthy.  A 
healthy  woman  can  nurse  her  infant  bet- 
ter than  a  sickly  woman.  The  diet  should 
consist  of  everything  conductive  of  good 
health.  Meals  should  be  at  regular  hours, 
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coffee  interferes  with  the  digestion.  Avoid 
salads,  etc.  Eat  plain  foods,  meat  moder- 
ately: of  vegetables  and  fruit  freely.  Get 
eight  hours  sleep  with  a  nap  after  lunch 
if  possible.  Don't  worry  or  get  angry, 
the  psychological  effect  on  the  supply  of 
milk  is  very  great.  A  moderate  amount 
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booking  the  Cheaper 
Cuts 

By  Elizabeth  Atwood 


I 


KNOW,"  complained  a  neighbor 
to  whom  I  was  preaching  economy, 
"everyone  tells  me  that  the  cheaper 
:uts  of  meat  are  really  better  flavored 
ind  more  nourishing  than  the  more  ex- 
pensive parts.  But  I've  tried,  and  you 
sannot  make  me  believe  that  it  is  true." 

"What  did  you  try?"  I  asked  her. 

"A  pot  roast.  My  husband  is  extreme- 
y  fond  of  them,  but  I  always  get  just  as 
food  a  piece  of  beef  for  a  pot  roast  as  for 

standing  rib  roast.  I  tried  a  cheaper 
!ut  once,  top  of  the  round,  and  my  hus- 
)and  asked  me  who  cooked  it.  He  said  he 
lidn't  believe  I  did  because  it  wasn't  as 
jood  as  mine." 

"How  did  you  cook  it?"  I  demanded. 

"Exactly  as  I  would  cook  a  sirloin 
)iece  of  beef  for  pot  roast,"  was  her 
;riumphant  answer. 

And  that  was  right  where  her  trouble 
vas.  She  didn't  allow  for  the  fact  that 
he  cheaper  cuts  are  not  as  tender  as  the 
nore  expensive.  However,  they  had  quite 
IS  much  good  meat  juice  and  they  actual- 
have  better  flavor  and  more  nourish- 
nent  or  calories  to  the  pound  than  the 
!Uts  which  cost  top  prices. 

Long  and  slow  cooking  is  necessary  for 
he  cheaper  cuts.  That  is  one  of  the 
pee&t  secrets.  A  hot,  quick  Are  will 
oughen  the  meat.  The  top  of  the  round, 
vhich  I  have  mentioned,  is  one  of  the 
nost  desirable  cuts  of  beef,  it  is  much 
;heaper  than  most  of  the  other  cuts,  yet 
t  is  really  best  for  stews,  pot  roasts, 
lorning  and  similar  dishes. 

For  a  pot  roast  put  several  heaping 
ablespoonfuls  of  beef  dripping  or  fresh 
ard  into  an  iron  pot  and  when  hot,  but 
lot  smoking,  put  in  the  roast  and  brown 
•lowly.  Turn  till  all  sides  are  browned. 
The  meat  can  be  ruined,  at  the  very  be- 
ginning by  too  hot  a  fire,  for  it  is  the 
ligh  temperature  that  toughens  the  meat. 
The  purpose  of  browning  the  meat  is  to 
lear  over  the  pores  so  that  all  juice  will 
•emain  in  the  meat. 

If  one  were  using  the  same  cut  of  meat 
'or  soup,  the  pores  should  be  left  open  for 
he  escape  of  the  juice.  It  is  easy  to  see, 
hen,  that  the  browning  temperature 
nust  be  between  a  very  hot  one  and  a 
rery  low  one.  After  the  meat  is  browned 
licely,  the  heat  should  be  lowered  very 
ionsiderably.  The  liquid  in  which  the 
neat  cooks  should  merely  ripple.  This 
s  the  test  for  cooking  all  meats  in  li- 
[uids,  soups  included. 

Some  excellent  cooks  start  the  roast 
he  night  before  and  allow  it  to  stand  on 
he  back  of  the  range  and  barely  ripple 

S'l   night.     They   also   use   olive   oil   for 
owning,  but  that  is  a  matter  of  taste, 
hen  browned,  they  add  one  or  two  to- 
Itoes,  an  onion  sliced,  salt,  a  tiny  piece 
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keeps  that  fact  to  herself  and  merely 
smiles  when  her  pot  roast  is  praised.  To 
all  of  this  she  adds  water  enough  to  cover 
the  meat. 

The  pot  is  then  covered  closely  and  put 
in  its  proper  place  and  let  alone  for 
hours.  If  the  time  is  necessarily  short- 
ened, it  is  possible  to  hurry  matters  a 
little  (without  spoiling  the  meat)  by  rais- 
ing it  just  out  of  the  water  on  a  rack 
and  allowing  it  to  cook  in  the  steam.  This 
necessitates  keeping  the  water  at  boiling 
point. 

For  Hamburger  steak,  form  the  meat 
into  balls,  allowing  eight  to  a  pound  of 
ground  meat.  Before  forming  into  balls, 
flatten  out  and  season  with  salt,  pepper,  a 
tablespoonful  of  minced  onion  and  one- 
fourth  teaspoonful  of  ground  nutmeg. 
Squeeze  and  knead  till  thoroughly  mixed, 
then  form  into  balls.  Try  out  pieces  of 
suet  for  frying,  or  use  lard,  drippings  or 
bacon  fat.  Place  the  balls  in  the  fat  and 
use  care  in  browning,  turning  so  that 
both  sides  are  seared.  Lower  the  iire 
and  cook  for  eight  or  ten  minutes  slow- 
ly. Drop  two  tablespoonfuls  of  flour  into 
the  pan  with  the  meat  and  a  pinch  of  salt 
Stir  with  a  fork  and  when  browned,  add 
water  or  milk  enough  to  half  cover  the 
meat.  Cook  till  the  gravy  is  thick  and 
then  dish  up,  pouring  the  gravy  around 
the  balls. 

A  meat  stew  should  be  started  exactly 
like  the  pot  roast.  It  may  be  made  of 
either  lamb,  mutton  or  beef.  If  one  can 
obtain  the  trimmings  from  steaks  and 
roasts,  the  meat  is  more  tender,  but,  as 
a  rule,  the  stewing  pieces  are  from  the 
round.  If  mutton  is  used,  trim  off  all  fat, 
as  it  is  strong.  Cut  the  meat  into  strips 
three  or  four  inches  long  and  half  as  wide. 

Beef  roll.  Chop  one  and  a  half  pounds 
of  round,  one-half  pound  of  salt  pork, 
and  one  small  onion.  Spread  flat  and 
add  pepper,  salt,  grated  nutmeg,  minced 
parsley  and  one  egg,  well  beaten.  Mix 
with  the  hands,  shape  into  a  loaf  and 
dredge  with  flour.  Put  into  a  pan  and 
cover  with  two  slices  of  the  salt  pork 
saved  from  the  half  pound.  Put  into  a 
hot  oven  and  as  soon  as  the  meat  begins 
to  brown,  baste  it  with  just  enough  water 
to  moisten  it  well.  Pour  a  cup  of  hot 
water  into  the  pan  and  continue  basting 
with  this  every  ten  minutes.  Lower  the 
oven  after  the  meat  browns.  Cook  forty 
minutes.  Drain  the  liquid  from  the  pan 
and  add  two  tablespoonfuls  of  flour  and 
a  pinch  of  salt.  When  nice  and  brown,  add 
two  cupfuls  of  hot  water  and  cook  till 
thick  enough.  Place  the  meat  in  a  dish 
and  pour  the  gravy  around. 

The  sweetest  meat  in  the  beef  is  the 
flank  steak.  The  thick  part  can  be  boiled 
and  the  thin  end  used  for  stews.  There 
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Spread  each  square  with  finely  minced 
carrot  and  onion,  a  bit  of  celery  and  minc- 
ed parsley,  salt  and  pepper.  Roll  and 
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have  been  soaked  over  night  and  parboil- 
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slice  of  onion  and  a  pinch  of  salt.  Cover 
with  water  and  simmer  or  bake  in  the 
oven  till  the  lentils  are  done.  This  should 
take  six  or  more  hours  to  prepare. 

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leaf  out  smooth  and  place  on  it  a  piece  of 
lean  fresh  pork.  The  pieces  of  meat 
should  be  about  three  inches  long  and 
half  as  thick.  Season  nicely  with  salt  and 
pepper.  Wrap  in  the  leaf,  folding  it  in 
such  a  manner  that  the  meat  will  be  cov- 
ered during  cooking.  Place  carefully  in 
a  granite  kettle  and  cover  with  water  or 
stock.  If  pure  water  is  used,  throw  in  a 
few  slices  of  carrots,  onion  and  sweet 
herbs  to  flavor.  Also  add  a  little  fat  of 
some  kind.    Stew  slowly  for  two  hours. 

Another  way  to  prepare  stuffed  cab- 
bage is  to  parboil  the  head  entire  after 
removing  the  outer  imperfect  leaves. 
Drain  and  cut  out  the  heart.  Squeeze  out 
all  the  water  and  fill  the  center  with  a 
mixture  of  sausage  meat,  the  yolks  of 
four  eggs,  and  a  little  beef  marrow,  all 
well  mixed.  Also  spread  a  spoonful  of 
the  mixture  under  each  leaf.  Press  the 
cabbage  into  shape  and  tie  with  a  soft 
string,  not  too  tight.  Put  into  a  granite 
kettle  with  a  little  sausage  meat,  car- 
rots, onion,  grated  nutmeg  and  sweet 
herbs.  Cover  with  water  or  stock.  When 
done,  remove  the  string  and  serve  with 
the  gravy.  This  is  called  Russian  cab- 
bage. 

Spice  beef  should  be  served  cold  with 
pickles  and  parsley.  Take  fifteen  pounds 
of  the  round  and  rub  with  one  cup  of 
sugar.  Put  in  a  glazed  jar  for  twelve 
hours.  Then  rub  with  the  following  mix- 
ture; one  teaspoonful  each  of  grated  all- 
spice, thyme,  and  nutmeg;  half  a  tea- 
spoonful  each  of  ground  ginger,  black 
pepper,  bag  leaf,  and  cloves;  and  half  an 
ounce  of  saltpeter.  After  twelve  hours 
rub  in  a  pound  of  salt  and  let  the  beef 
stay  in  the  jar  for  six  days,  rubbing  it 
well  with  the  mixture  twice  each  day. 
Soak  for  two  hours  and  then  cover  with 
water.  Add  two  sliced  carrots,  two 
onions,  two  stalks  of  celery,  two  cloves  of 
garlic  and  a  bunch  of  parsley.  Let  the 
water  boil  for  five  minutes  and  then  set 
in  the  oven  for  two  and  a  half  hours. 
Turn  the  meat  often  and,  if  it  is  not  ten- 
der at  the  end  of  time  given,  continue 
the  cooking.  Let  it  cool  in  the  water  it 
was  cooked  in.  When  cold,  wrap  tightly 
in  a  cloth  in  order  to  press  into  shape  for 
slicing. 

Chile  con  carne  is  made  by  cooking  two 
pounds  of  beef  till  it  falls  in  pieces.  Then 
add  six  large  sweet  red  peppers,  cut  in 
long  narrow  strips,  one  large  onion  minc- 
ed, one  small  clove  of  garlic,  and  a  large 
cupful  of  ripe  chopped  tomatoes.  When 
the  vegetables  are  done,  add  salt  to  taste, 
and  serve. 

Beef  is  best  for  preserved  beef,  from 
the  shin,  round  or  neck.  Cook  in  clear 
water  till  tender  and  the  meat  falls  apart. 
Chop  it  very  fine,  add  salt,  pepper,  and 
sour  cucumber  pickles  chopped  fine.  Put 
a  teaspoonful  of  gelatin  in  enough  of  the 
water  in  which  the  meat  was  cooked  to 
moisten  the  chopped  meat.  Heat  the 
water  after  soaking  the  gelatine  in  it  for 
a  few  minutes.  Press  the  meat  into  a 
brick-shaped  mold  and  set  away  to  hard- 
en.   Slice  thin  and  serve  cold. 

This  is  the  best  way  to  make  corned 
beef.  To  one  gallon  of  water  add  one 
and  a  half  pounds  of  salt,  three-fourths 
of  a  cupful  of  molasses,  and  one-half 
ounce,  of  saltpeter.  Boil  and  skim;  when 
cold,  put  in  the  meat  with  a  weight  on 
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THE  WAY  OF   THE  SMUGGLER J.  D.  Ronald    25 

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There  has  been  nothing  official  as  to  the 
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the  decision  to  stop  the  making  of  shells  in 
Canada  was  a  sudden  one  is  indicated  by  a 
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orders  be  cut  off.  It  was  an  official  order 
and  absolutely  definite  and  explicit.  Sir 
Joseph  Flavelle  cabled  in  reply,  pointing 
out  that  such  action  might  create  an  an- 
tagonistic feeling  in  Canada,  and  urging 
less  sharp  action.  The  result  was  a  second 
cable  from  Churchill  granting  an  exten- 
sion of  three  months.  The  extension,  as 
The  Post  understands  it,  was  not  on  all 
orders  for  three  months.  That  period  was 
fixed  for  the  gradual  tapering  off  of  shell 
orders." 

r^  RE  AT  BRITAIN  has  two  objectives 
^^-*  in  view  in  this  matter.  The  first  is 
to  keep  the  balance  of  trade  with  Canada 
and  also  the  United  States  from  becom- 
ing too  unfavorable.  The  second  is  to 
become  self-sustaining  in  every  respect, 
and  particularly  in  the  matter  of  muni- 
tions. As  long  as  the  U-boat  campaign  per- 
sists there  will  be  a  danger  of  starvation 
and  defeat  unless  Britain  can  become  self- 
sustaining.  It  is  said  that  the  munition 
industry  has  been  developed  to  the  stage 
where  enough  shells  are  being  turned  out 
in  Britain  to  provide  for  every  need  and 
emergency.  In  any  case  there  is  an  ac- 
cumulation of  munitions  in  Canada  which 
will  take  some  months  to  ship  across.  For 
all  these  reasons,  therefore,  it  was  de- 
cided not  to  place  further  shell  orders  in 
Canada  except  in  certain  lines,  where  an 
indefinite  tenure  is  being  granted. 

A  ND  so  Canada  must  face  the  problem 
-^*-  of  readjusting  her  industrial  fabric 
to  suit  the  conditions  created  by  this  un- 
expected ending  of  munition  activity. 
There  have  been  approximately  200,000 
people  engaged  in  munition  work  or  in 
subsidiary  industries,  such  as  the  making 
of  machine  tools,  gloves,  etc.  The  bulk 
of  these  people  will  have  to  be  absorbed 
back  into  normal  peace-time  occupations. 
The  women  who  have  worked  at  shell- 
making  will  in  most  cases  be  content  to 
drop  out.  They  have  done  their  "bit"  and 
will  perhaps  be  only  too  glad  to  desert 
the  ranks  of  labor  for  more  accustomed 
and  congenial  tasks.  On  a  conservative 
estimate,  however,  there  will  be  100,000 
workers  to  be  placed  within  the  next  few 
months. 


THE  situation  is  not  necessarily  one  to 
create  apprehension,  but  it  is  unques- 
tionably serious.  Industry  in  Canada  has 
been  sadly  hampered  for  lack  of  help, 
and  the  farmers  have  cried  vainly  for 
men;  so  that  the  cessation  of  the  golden 
and  prosperous  industry  of  shell  making 
will  bring  relief.  There  will  now  be  plenty 
of  men  to  fill  the  vacancies  in  the  indus- 
trial ranks.  It  looks  also  as  though  there 
would  be  quite  a  considerable  margin  left 
over  after  all  the  needs  of  industry  have 
been  met.  This  will  create  the  means  of 
solving  the  problem  of  farm  help  and  in- 
creased food  production  if  there  is  prompt 
government  action.  If  the  various  gov- 
ernments follow  the  time-honored  practice 
of  looking  on,  however,  it  may  be  that  in 
the  near  future  we  shall  see  evidences  of 
unemployment  in  the  cities;  and  our 
farms  still  hungry  for  help.  It  is  only  by 
organized  action  to  bring  supply  and  de- 
mand together  that  the  labor  situation 
arising  out  of  the  cutting  off  of  war  work 
can  be  solved.  And  quick  action  is  neces- 
sary. 

/~\  N  the  whole  there  is  no  apprehension 
^"'    yet  on  the  part  of  the  men  who  are 

watching  the  situation  closely,  the  heads 
of  banks  and  big  industrial  corporations. 
There  is  a  feeling  that  the  men  released 
from  munition  work  can  be  absorbed,  pro- 
vided that  the  process  of  closure  is  not 
made  too  sharp.  The  very  important  fact 
is  taken  into  consideration,  however,  that 
the  shutting  off  of  shell  orders  means  that 
the  bonanza  day  of  sky-high  wages  is 
over.  Men  who  have  been  making  any- 
where from  $40  to  $60  a  week  on  piece 
work  must  settle  back  into  far  less  re- 
munerative work.  It  is  out  of  the  ques- 
tion for  manufacturers  to  pay  the  wages 
that  the  munition  worker  has  commanded. 
It  simply  means  that  a  large  proportion 
of  our  population  must  face  the  problem 
of  living  on  smaller  incomes.  This  is  a 
second  contingency  following  immediately 
on  the  heels  of  the  first,  which  concerns 
the  finding  of  work  for  all. 

Putting  this  matter  of  lower  wages  into 
cold  figures  is  inducive  of  rather  startling 
results.  It  is  a  conservative  guess  that 
100,000  workers  will  be  earning  an  aver- 
age of  $10  less  per  week  when  the  period 
of  readjustment  has  been  completed.  This 
means  a  loss  of  earning  power  of  one 
million  dollars  weekly! 

The  situation  is  not  as  serious  as  that 
figure  would  make  it  seem,  however. 
There  has  been  a  great  deal  of  extrava- 
gance in  the  country  as  a  result  of  the 
high  wages  that  have  been  paid.  Stand- 
ards of  living  have  been  raised.  The  opu- 
lence of  the  munition  worker  has  mani- 
fested itself  in  the  purchase  of  luxuries. 
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least.  There  will  be  a  closer  check  on 
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chase  of  luxuries  on  the  scale  that  has 
prevailed  to  date. 

On  the  whole  this  will  not  be  a  bad 
thing.  It  was  an  anomalous  condition 
that  during  a  time  of  war  people  gener- 
ally should  plunge  into  such  unrestricted 
prodigality.  Of  course,  it  made  for  better 
business.  There  may  be  a  quieter  tone  to 
business  generally  as  a  result  of  this  re- 
adjustment, but  it  will  be  a  sounder  and 
saner  condition.  The  change  had  to  come. 
It  is  perhaps  a  blessing  that  it  is  coming 
now  and  gradually  rather  than  later  and 
suddenly. 

Manufacturers  have  in  the  main  pro- 
vided for  just  such  an  emergency  as  this. 
Knowing  that  the  munition  business  was 
one  that  had  a  definite  ending  that  might 
come  very  suddenly,  they  laid  plans  to 
cover  themselves.  Some  will  turn  to  the 
manufacture  of  new  lines  and  have  al- 
ready arranged  for  the  necessary  equip- 
ment. 

IN  discussing  the  business  outlook  it  is 
not  possible  to  ignore  the  persistent 
peace  rumors  that  come  from  all  the  capi- 
tals of  Europe,  and  also  with  an  insistent 
note  from  Washington.  An  early  peace 
would  bring  Canada  to  a  period  of  sharp 
readjustment.  Unbelievable  though  it 
may  seem  from  a  purely  military  stand- 
point, there  is  a  well-defined  feeling  that 
peace  with  victory  for  the  allied  cause 
is  not  far  off.  This  feeling  is  based  on  the 
belief  that  the  central  powers  are  prac- 
tically at  the  end  of  their  resources  and 
dare  not  face  the  prospect  of  another 
winter  of  war.  There  is  some  basis  for 
this  belief  in  the  persistent  peace  feelers 
that  the  Central  Powers,  Austria  par- 
ticularly, are  sending  out.  These  feelers 
may  be  part  of  a  deep-seated  scheme  to 
unsettle  the  Allies  and  keep  them  from 
preparing  for  their  maximum  efforts  in 
the  vain  hope  of  early  peace.  On  the  other 
hand  it  may  be  a  proof  of  exhaustion. 

In  Washington  there  is  a  curious  under 
current  of  peace  talk.  It  is  known  in  well- 
informed  circles  that  Austria  has  made 
overtures  for  peace  through  the  offices  of 
the  King  of  Spain.  There  is  a  tendency 
on  the  part  of  the  administration  to  hold 
up  big  contracts.  Certain  war  stocks  have 
weakened  surprisingly  on  the  market, 
which  might  be  due  to  "dumping"  on  the 
part  of  those  on  the  inside.  There  is 
gloom  among  the  pro-Germans. 

It  would  be  the  worst  of  folly  at  this 
stage  to  put  any  degree  of  credence  in  this 
peace  talk.  Our  business  is  to  win  this 
war  and  to  put  every  ounce  of  energy, 
national  and  individual,  into  the  fight. 
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given  period  it  would  be  a  terrible  mistake 
to  lessen  our  efforts  in  any  respect.  A 
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lution in  Germany  or  the  absence  there  of 
war  supplies  could  bring  about  an  early 
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In  the  meantime  we  must  bend  our  efforts 
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carrying  on  the  war.  It  is  possible  that 
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men  and  women  should  save  carefully,  putting  their  money  in  the  bank;  should  carry 
endowment  and  life  insurance;  should  make  a  will,  naming  some  good  trust  company 
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THE  man  or  woman  with  money  to 
invest  should  watch  developments 
with  reference  to  war  loans.  An- 
other loan  will  be  launched  by  the  Cana- 
dian Government  in  the  near  future  and 
it  is  the  patriotic  duty  of  every  Canadian 
who  has  the  money  to  help  make  this  loan 
a  success. 

It  is  realized  by  the  Government  and 
perhaps  even  more  so  by  the  banks  and 
investment  houses  that  it  is  not  going  to 
be  an  easy  matter  to  float  this  next  loan. 
Three  loans  have  already  been  put  on  the 
market  and  this  has  served  to  use  up  a 
tremendous  amount  of  money.  The  third 
loan,  for  reasons  which  have  already  been 
pointed  out  in  these  columns,  was  not  very 
well  assimilated.  Some  of  the  insurance 
companies  and  other  institutions  took 
larger  allotments  than  they  were  in  a 
position  to  carry,  expecting  that  the  loan 
would  be  oversubscribed  and  that  pro- 
bably not  more  than  half  of  what  they 
had  ordered  would  be  allowed  them.  The 
loan  was  not  as  much  over-subscribed  as 
had  been  expected  and  the  allotments 
were,  therefore,  larger.  Some  of  the  in- 
stitutions are  still  paying  off  their  shares 
and  cannot  be  counted  upon  to  take  much 
of  the  new  loan  if  it  is  brought  on  before 
the  end  of  the  year. 

Recognizing  that  the  new  loan  will  have 
to  be  marketed  somewhat  differently  the 
Minister  of  Finance  has  consulted  with 
the  security  houses  and  will  likely  adopt 
several  new  ideas.  Any  new  methods  of 
marketing  that  may  be  adopted  will  aim 
at  giving  the  loan  a  more  popular  appeal 
and  interesting  a  larger  number  in  it. 

TN  the  first  place  a  distinctive  name  is 
■•■  regarded  as  necessary.  In  Britain  the 
Victory  Loan  went  literally  with  a  grand 
hurrah  and  unquestionably  the  name  had 
something  to  do  with  its  success.  The 
name  gave  the  imagination  of  the  public 
something  to  grip.  It  summed  up  the 
purpose  of  the  loan  and  drove  home  the 
fact  that  it  was  a  patriotic  duty  to  par- 
ticipate to  the  limit  of  one's  financial 
capacity.  In  the  United  States  the  Liberty 
Loan  went  equally  well  and  again  the 
name  was  a  potent  factor. 

It  is  figured  that  a  good  name  should 
be  found  for  our  new  loan,  to  distinguish 
it  from  the  three  that  have  gone  before. 
The  idea  is  a  sound  one,  particularly  as  it 
is  intended  to  approach  the  general  pub- 
lic much  more  directly  than  ever  in  the 
past. 

A  still  more  important  matter  under 
consideration  is  the  offering  of  the  loan 
in  smaller  denominations.  This  again  is 
an  effort  to  interest  the  man  of  compara- 
tively small  means.  The  American  Lib- 
erty Loan  was  offered  in  denominations  as 
low  as  $50  and  the  result  was  that  there 
were  four  million  people  in  all  who  con- 
tributed to  that  loan.     It  was  a  popular 


loan  in  every  sense  of  the  word.  It  is 
figured  that  we  might  do  the  same  here, 
having  $50  bonds  to  offer.  It  has  even 
been  suggested  that  the  Government 
should  go  a  step  further  and  sell  $10 
participation  certificates.  These  would 
be  offered  with  the  understanding  that 
they  could  be  bought  from  time  to  time 
and  that  when  five  had  been  acquired  they 
could  be  turned  in  for  a  $50  bond.  This 
suggestion,  if  acted  upon,  would  make 
is  possible  for  practically  everyone — man, 
woman  or  child — to  have  a  hand  in  the 
Win-the-War  Loan,  or  whatever  the  name 
decided  upon  may  be. 

As  a  means  of  quickly  and  effectively 
"selling"  the  loan  it  has  been  suggested 
that  committees  be  formed  in  various 
centres  to  draft  an  organization.  It  is 
deemed  necessary  to  have  so  complete  an 
organization  that  practically  every  man 
will  be  approached.  With  the  first  three 
loans  the  appeal  was  almost  exclusively 
made  to  the  regular  investors,  the  men 
who  were  known  to  have  money  at  their 
disposal.  With  a  sufficiently  complete 
organization  it  would  be  possible  to  ap- 
proach everyone,  more  or  less,  and  to  even 
put  on  a  more  or  less  complete  canvass 
of  the  farm  sections.  Farmers  to-day,  as 
a  class,  are  prosperous,  and  it  is  certain 
that  a  large  response  could  be  obtained 
from  a  careful  effort  to  reach  all  agri- 
cultural sections. 

TT  will  be  seen  that  this  matter  of  the 
-«•  next  war  loan — and  it  is  possible  that 
it  may  be  launched  as  early  as  October — 
is  one  of  very  direct  interest  to  everyone* 
It  is  not  a  matter  that  concerns  only  the 
wealthy  institution  or  the  big  investor. 
It  is  going  to  be  brought  home  to  every 
man  more  or  less  in  the  country.  It  will 
be  a  patriotic  duty  for  each  and  every 
Canadian  to  put  as  much  into  the  loan 
as  he  can,  even  if  it  is  only  to  buy  one  $10 
participating  certificate.  A  few  less  trips 
to  the  movies,  a  few  less  cigars — and  the 
necessary  amount  is  saved. 

'np  HE  investment  market  continues  most 
-*■  favorable  for  the  investor.  Values 
are  improving  all  the  time.  Bonds  are 
being  offered  at  prices  which  give  truly 
magnificent  yields,  and  the  tendency  is 
all  toward  better  values  still.  The  truth 
of  the  matter  is  that  money  is  scarce  and 
getting  scarcer  all  the  time.  War  ex- 
penditures are  exacting  enough  to  keep 
the  market  pretty  well  bared  of  money 
and  such  provincial,  municipal  and  in- 
dustrial offerings  that  come  along  are 
necessarily  at  very  choice  figures.  Fur- 
thermore, the  attractive  terms  of  the 
European  war  loan  have  set  a  standard 
of  yield  that  the  investor  has  come  to 
expect. 

That  the  money  scarcity  will  continue 
is  something  about  which  there  can  be  no 
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continue  as  attractive  for  the  investor  as 
at  present  And  so  the  advice  printed  at 
the  head  of  this  column  has  a  particular 
pertinency  for  the  investor  to-day. 


The  Failure  of  the 
U-Boat 

Naval  Authority  Draws  Conclusion  From 
Figures  on  Losses. 


'T'HAT  the  U-boat  campaign  after  all  is 
-*■  showing  signs  of  failure  is  the  conclusion 
drawn  by  The  Scientific  American  after  a 
close  analysis  of  the  figures  supplied  on  losses. 
From  the  allied  standpoint  this  expression  of 
opinion  will  be  received  with  elation  as  The 
Scientific  American,  has  been  very  sound  in 
its  attitude  on  naval  matters  and  has  more- 
over been  very  pessimistic  up  to  the  present 
on  the  score  of  the  submarine  situation.  There 
was  one  stage  when  this  paper  preached  ruin 
to  the  allied  cause  from  the  activities  of  the 
U-boats.  It's  change  of  opinion  is  logically 
explained  as  follows: 

In  the  absence  of  any  detailed  official  state- 
ment of  the  facts,  it  is  difficult  to  make  a 
reliable  estimate  as  to  the  total  losses,  or  the 
rate  of  losses  of  shipping,  due  to  German  U- 
boat  depredations.  The  people  who  do  know 
won't  tell,  and  when  official  statements  are 
made  by  leading  men,  lay  or  military,  they  are 
so  contradictory  as  to  leave  one  in  a  state  of 
positive  bewilderment.  Hence  the  following 
study  of  the  question  does  not  claim  to  be 
highly  authentic;  it  is  merely  our  own  esti- 
mate based  upon  what  we  consider  to  be  the 
most  reliable  statistics. 

The  first  difficulty  that  confronts  one  is 
the  statement  frequently  made  in  Washington, 
and  made  by  men  in  more  or  less  official  posi- 
tions, that  the  British  are  concealing  their 
losses.  By  this  it  is  meant  that  not  only  is 
concealment  involved  in  publishing  merely 
the  number  of  ships  sunk,  without  giving  their 
tonnage,  but  that  these  very  numbers  as  given 
week  by  week  are  under-statements  of  the 
truth.  Personally,  we  do  not  believe  for  a 
moment  that  the  British  are  deliberately  lying 
about  their  losses.  It  is  not  their  way.  In 
fact,  the  recent  publication  of  scathing  reports 
of  military  failures  shows  that,  if  anything, 
they  lean  too  far  toward  a  brutal  self-ex- 
posure. 

We  may  take  it,  then,  that  the  weekly  state- 
ment of  British  losses  is  correct  so  far  as  it 
goes.  That  it  does  not  give  the  total  tonnage 
loss  is  to  be  regretted;  but  this  fact  does  not 
invalidate  the  truthfulness  of  the  figures 
showing  the  total  number  of  ships  lost. 

Now  the  record  of  British  losses  from  the 
opening  of  the  ruthless  campaign  to  date 
shows  that  the  U-boats  have  sunk  on  an  aver- 
age 20  ships  were  week  of  over  1,600  tons. 
If  we  assume  that  the  average  size  of  these 
ships  was  5,000  tons  (4,500  tons  would  pro- 
bably be  nearer  the  truth;  hut  we  wish  to  be 
over  rather  than  under  the  true  figure),  and 
if  we  assume  an  average  of  1,200  tons  for  the 
ships  of  under  1,600  tons,  we  find  that  by 
January  1st,  1918,  the  British  will  have  lost 
during  the  intensive  U-boat  war  5.720,000 
tons  over  and  above  that  lost  in  1917  before 
the  campaign  started.  Such  statistics  as  have 
been  published  of  the  French  and  Italian 
losses,  worked  out  on  the  same  basis,  indicate 
a  loss  for  these  countries  of  1,145,000  tons. 
If  we  assume  that  the  losses  of  the  neutral 
countries  are  proportional  to  the  total  amount 
of  neutral  tonnage,  as  compared  with  the 
total  amount  of  British  tonnage,  we  find  that 
the  neutrals  have  lost  to  date  2,250,000  tons. 
Summing  up,  then,  we  reach  the  conclusion 
that,  if  the  rate  of  sinking  which  has  ob- 
tained during  the  first  half  of  this  year  be 
continued  throughout  the  rest  of  the  year, 
the  Allies  and  neutrals  together  will  have  lost 
between  January  1st,  1917,  and  January  1st, 
1918,   about   9,500,000   tons. 


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Lord  Beresford,  an  English  statesman  who 
has  consistently  urged  that  the  public  should 
be  made  fully  acquainted  with  the  extent  of 
the  U-boat  depredations,  stated  recently  in 
the  House  of  Lords,  that  from  August,  1914, 
to  January,  1917,  the  British,  Allied  and 
neutral  losses  were  4,000,000  tons.  Adding 
this  total  to  the  total  estimated  losses  for  the 
present  year,  we  find  that  by  January  1st, 
1918,  the  Germans  will  have  sunk  about 
13,500,000  tons  of  shipping. 

As  an  offset  to  this  loss,  we  have  the  con- 
struction of  new  shipping  and  the  placing 
in  service  of  the  interned  German  vessels.  In 
making  an  estimate  of  the  ships  which  will 
have  been  built  from  the  commencement  of 
the  war  to  January  1st,  1918,  we  must  bear  in 
mind,  that  although  in  the  earlier  period  of 
the  war  there  was  a  great  falling  off  in 
British  merchant  ship  construction,  the  total 
having  fallen  in  one  year  to  about  650,000  tons, 
Great  Britain  having  now  brought  her  fight- 
ing navy  up  to  sufficient  strength,  is  bending 
her  enormous  shipbuilding  capacity  to  the 
turning  out  of  a  maximum  amount  of  mer- 
chant tonnage;  and  it  is  probable  that  by  the 
end  of  this  year  she  will  have  set  afloat  dur- 
ing the  war  3,500,000  tons  of  new  shipping. 
Our  own  record  during  the  same  period  of 
war  will  be  about  2,250,000  tons,  while  France, 
Itlay,  Norway  and  Sweden  will  have  set  afloat 
about  1,500,000  tons. 

The  total  amount  of  shipping,  then,  built  in 
all  countries  during  the  three  and  a  half 
years  of  the  war  ending  January  1st,  1918,  if 
these  figures  are  correct,  will  be  about  7,250,- 
000  tons.  If  we  add  to  this  total  the  interned 
German  and  Austrian  ships,  estimated  at 
1,750,000  tons,  which  by  that  time  will  have 
become  available  for  the  carrying  trade,  we 
reach  a  total  of  9,000,000  tons,  with  which  to 
offset  the  total  loss  to  that  date  of  13,500,000 
tons.  This  would  leave  a  net  loss  to  the 
Allied  and  neutral  powers  of  4,500,000  tons. 
Now,  in  August,  1914,  the  total  world's  ship- 
ping amounted  to  49,000,000  tons.  Deducting 
the  tonnage  of  the  Central  Powers,  which 
was  6,600,000  tons,  we  get  a  total  of  42,400,000 
tons  for  the  Entente  (including  ourselves) 
and  the  neutral  powers.  Deducting  from  this 
the  total  net  loss  of  4,500,000  tons,  as  found 
above,  the  tonnage  remaining  available  for 
service  on  January  1st,  1918,  will  be  37,900,000 
tons. 

Now,  if  it  be  assumed  that  the  U-boat  sink- 
ings will  be  maintained  during  1918  at  the 
rate  which  they  are  accomplishing  in  1917, 
namely,  9,500,000  tons,  let  us  see  how -far 
that  may  be  offset  by  new  construction  dur- 
ing 1918.  Lloyd  George  has  recently  stated 
that  Great  Britain  would  set  afloat  4,000,000 
tons,  and  if  we  assume  that  the  United  States 
will  build  3,000,000  tons  and  the  other  powers 
1,000,000  tons,  we  reach  a  total  of  new  con- 
struction of  8,000,000  tons  for  the  year,  which 
would  leave  a  net  loss  for  the  year,  supposing 
the  Germans  continue  to  sink  ships  at  the 
present  rate,  of  1,500,000  tons  for  the  year. 
From  these  figures  it  is  evident  that  unless 
the  Germans  make  a  great  spurt  in  their  U- 
boat  campaign,  the  new  construction  will 
nearly  equal  the  losses. 

If  our  estimate  as  given  above  is  approxi- 
mately correct,  it  must  be  admitted  that  the 
prospects  of  Germany's  succeeding  in  her  U- 
boat  campaign  are  very  remote.  To  succeed, 
two  things  must  happen:  Germany  must 
greatly  increase  her  rate  of  sinkings,  and  the 
Allies  must  break  down  in  their  attempt  to 
build  shipping  at  the  rate  which  their  public 
men  have  predicted. 


Decisive  Naval  Battle 
Not  Possible 

Naval  Critic  Compares  Present  War  With 
Napoleonic  W^ars. 

CRITICS  of  the  work  of  the  British  navy 
have  usually  taken  the  Admiralty  to  task 
for  not  having  achieved  a  decisive  victory. 
To  amateur  tacticians  it  seems  feasible  for  the 
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aven  and  force  a  "show  down."  They  clamor 
or  another  Trafalgar.  An  effective  answer 
a  this  criticism  is  supplied  by  Archibald  Hurd 
(1  The  Fortnightly  Review.  He  shows  first 
hat  a  decisive  battle  under  present  conditions 

in^Jossible,  and,  second,  that  there  has  never 
een  a  decisive  battle  in  history  for  the  same 
easons.  He  even  shows  that  Trafalgar  was 
ot  in  any  sense  of  the  word  decisive.  The 
oncluding  paragraphs  of  his  line  of  reason- 
ng  may  be  quoted. 

The  French  Fleet,  after  Trafalgar,  under 
lapoleon's  impulse,  was  soon  stronger  in  ma- 
erial  than  it  had  been  since  the  opening  of 
he  war. 

During  the  years  that  followed  Trafalgar 
here  was  no  further  great  fleet  action,  but, 
n  spite  of  all  the  efforts  of  the  British  naval 
orces,  this  country's  command  of  the  sea  was 
ubject  to  severe  limitations.  It  was  after, 
nd  not  before,  the  Baivle  of  Trafalgar  that 
he  British  mercantile  marine  suffered  most 
erious  depredations.  Vigorous  warfare  was 
faged  under  Napoleon's  direction,  Professor 
V.  R.  Scott  has  controverted  the  belief  that 
he  British  losses  were  balanced  in  the  prizes 
ained  from  the  French,  and  has  given  a  re- 
ninder  which  may  well  be  emphasized  to-day, 
hat  "the  nation  which  keeps  the  sea  risks  its 
hips,  while  the  one  confined  to  its  ports  may 
lave  its  vessels,"  adding  that  "from  1803  to 
L814  our  losses  in  prizes  as  far  as  recorded 
vere  twelve  times  as  great  as  those  of  the 
French,  the  figures  being:  British  ships  cap- 
ured  by  the  French,  5,314;  French  ships  cap- 
ured  by  the  British,  440."  The  years  follow- 
ng,  and  not  the  years  preceding,  the  Battle 
f  Trafalgar  submitted  British  sea  power  to 
he  severest  strain,  and  imposed  upon  the 
lation  privations  which  it  had  not  known 
luring  the  early  period  of  the  war.  In  short, 
vhen  Nelson  fell  in  the  hour  of  his  glory,  the 
laval  war  did  not  come  to  an  end,  but  enter- 
id  on  a  new  phase.  British  seamen  had  done 
;heir  best  to  annihilate  the  French  fleet  and 
ailed.  Napoleon  henceforward  was  content  to 
idopt  a  policy  of  evasion  by  sea,  developing 
;orsair  warfare  to  the  utmost  extent.  He  had 
lo  use  for  a  battle  fleet  e.xcept  to  cover  the 
passage  of  an  army  to  England,  and  once  that 
icheme  had  to  be  abandoned,  though  he  went 
)n  building  ships  of  the  line  which  he  perhaps 
expected  to  use  in  their  legitimate  role  later 
3n,  he  was  well  content  to  devote  his  energies 
to  war  upon  British  maritime  communica- 
tions. 

What  the  German  submarines  have  been 
tterapting  to  do  since  the  Battle  of  Jutland, 
the  ships  which  Napoleon  managed  to  send  to 
sea  in  large  numbers  during  the  years  suc- 
:eeding  the  Battle  of  Trafalgar  attempted  to 
achieve.  The  passage  of  time  has  dimmed  the 
memory  of  the  sufferings  which  brought  the 
British  people  low  in  the  final  ten  years  of  the 
great  war  of  the  last  century.  It  was  only 
very  gradually,  as  the  bitter  memories  were 
overlaid  by  the  prosperity  which  marked  the 
sarly  Victorian  period,  that  the  Battle  of  Tra- 
falgar acquired  the  popular  character  which 
it  has  since  assumed.  It  did  not  save  the  life 
of  Pitt;  it  did  not  check  the  career  of  victor- 
ious conquest  which  eventually  brought  al- 
most the  whole  continent  under  Napoleon's 
heel  it  did  not  spare  these  islands  from  dire 
privations,  the  very  poor  being  confronted 
with  starvation.  It  proved  the  last  great 
battle  of  the  war  by  sea,  but  it  was  not  the 
end  of  the  war,  any  more  than  the  Battle  of 
Jutland  has  proved  to  be  the  last  act  of  Ger- 
man sea  power  in  the  present  struggle. 

We  must  conclude  that  in  its  long,  glorious 
history  the  British  Navy  has  never  achieved  a 
victory  corresponding  to  Nelson's  ambition — 
not  victory,  but  annihilation.  On  the  other 
hand,  the  British  Fleet  has  won  a  succession 
of  victories  which  have  not  only  moulded  the 
history  of  the  British  Empire,  but  powerfully 
affected  the  development  of  the  world.  The 
error  which  is  committed  in  these  days  is  to 
regard  the  result  of  a  naval  action  purely 
from  the  material  point  of  view-  how  many 
ships  were  sunk;  how  many  men  were  killed; 
how  do  the  losses  on  the  one  hand  and  on  the 
other  compare?  Those  are  not  unimportant 
questions,  but  they  do  not  constitute  the  de- 
cisive factor.  The  most  important  effect  pro- 
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Volume  XXX 


OCTOBER,  1917 


Number  12 


The  Pawns  Count 

A  Story  of  the  Great  War 

By  E.  Phillips  Oppenheim 

Author  of  "Mr.  Grex  of  Monte  Carlo,"  "The  Double  Traitor,"  etc. 
Illustrated    by   C.    L.    Wrenn 


FOREWORD. 

"I  am  for  England  and  England  only," 
John  Lutchester,  the  Englishman,  assert- 
ed. 

"I  am  for  Japan  and  Japan  only,"  Nv- 
kasti,  the  Jap,  insisted. 

"I  am  for  Germany  first  and  America 
afterwards,"  Oscar  Fischer,  the  German- 
American,  pronounced. 

"I  am  for  America  first,  America  only, 
America  always,"  Pamela  Van  Teyl,  the 
American  girl,  declared. 

They  were  all  right  except  the  German- 
American. 

CHAPTER  I. 

Mefiez-Vous!     Taisez-Vous!     Les  Oreilles  En- 
nemies  Vous   Ecoutent. 

THE  usual  little  crowd  was  waiting 
in  the  lobby  of  a  fashionable  Lon- 
don restaurant  a  few  minutes  be- 
fore the  popular  luncheon  hour.  Pamela 
Van  Teyl,  a  very  beautiful  American  girl, 
dressed  in  the  extreme  of  fashion,  which 
she  seemed  somehow  to  justify,  directed 
the  attention  of  her  companions  to  the  no- 
tice affixed  to  the  wall  facing  them. 

"Except,"  she  declared,  "for  you  poor 
dears  who  have  been  hurt,  that  is  the  first 
thing  I  have  seen  in  England  which  makes 
me  realize  that  you  are  at  war." 

The  younger  of  her  two  escorts,  Capt. 
Richard  Holderness,  who  wore  the  uni- 
form of  a  well-known  cavalry  regiment, 
glanced  at  the  notice  a  little  impatiently. 

"What  rot  it  seems!"  he  exclaimed.  "We 
get  fed  up  with  that  sort  of  thing  in 
France.  It's  always  the  same  at  every 
little  railway  station  and  every  little  inn. 
'Mefiez-vous!  Taisez-vous!'  They  might 
spare  us  over  here." 

John  Lutchester,  a  tall,  clean-shaven 
man,  dressed  in  civilian  clothes,  raised  his 
eyeglass  and  read  out  the  notice  languidly. 

"Well,  I  don't  know,"  he  observed, 
"some  of  you  Service  fellows — not  the 
Regulars,  of  course — do  gas  a  good  deal 
when  you  come  back.  I  don't  suppose  you 
any  of  you  know  anything,  so  it  doesn't 
really  matter,"  he  added,  glancing  at  his 
watch. 


A  Glimpse  Ahead 

This  is  the  first  instalment  of 
the  splendid  secret  service  serial 
by  Mr.  Oppenheim.  It  is  per- 
haps the  most  timely  and  inter- 
esting .story  that  MacLean's  has 
ever  ojfered.  In  early  issues  new 
stories  by  three  famous  Cana- 
dian authors  will  start — "Metro- 
politan Nights,"  by  Arthur 
Stringer;  "The  Blue  Stones  of 
Kuhl,"  by  W.  A.  Fraser;  and 
"The  Great  Mogul,"  by  Arthur 
E.  McFarlane. 


J 


"Army's  full  of  Johnnies,  who  come 
from  God  knows  where  nowadays,"  Hold- 
erness assented  gloomily.  "No  wonder 
they  can't  keep  their  mouths  shut." 

"Seems  to  me  you  need  them  all,"  Miss 
Pamela  Van  Teyl  remarked  with  a  smile. 

"Of  course  we  do,"  Holderness  assented, 
"and  Heaven  forbid  that  any  of  us  Regu- 
lars should  say  a  word  against  them.  Jolly 
good  stuff  in  them,  too,  as  the  Germans 
found  out  last  month." 

"All  the  same,"  Lutchester  continued, 
still  studying  the  notice,  "news  does  run 
over  London  like  quicksilver.  If  you  step 
down  to  the  American  bar  here,  for  in- 
stance, you'll  find  that  Charles  is  one  of 
the  best-informed  men  about  the  war  in 
London.  He  has  patrons  in  the  Army,  in 
the  Navy,  and  in  the  Flying  Corps,  and 
it's  astonishing  how  communicative  they 
seem  to  become  after  the  second  or  third 

cocktail."  ™     ,  „ 

"Cocktail,  mark  you,    Miss    Van  Teyl, 
Holderness  pointed  out.    "We  poor  Eng- 
lishmen could  keep  our  tongues  from  wag- 
ging before   we   acquired   some   of   your 
American  habits." 
"The  habits  are  all  right,"  Pamela  re- 


torted. "It's  your  heads  that  are  wrong." 
"The  most  valued  product  of  your 
country,"  Lutchester  murmured,  "is 
more  dangerous  to  our  hearts  than  to 
our  heads." 

SHE  made  a  little  grimace  and  turned 
away,  holding  out  her  hand  to  a  new 
arrival — -a  tall,  broad-shouldered  man, 
with  a  strong,  cold  face  and  keen,  grey 
eyes,  aggressive  even  behind  his  gold-rim- 
med spectacles.  There  was  a  queer  change 
in  his  face  as  his  eyes  met  Pamela's.  He 
seemed  suddenly  to  become  more  human. 
His  pleasure  at  seeing  her  was  certainly 
more  than  the  usual  transatlantic  polite- 
ness. 

"Mr.  Fischer,"  she  exclaimed,  "they  are 
saying  hard  things  about  our  country! 
Please  protect  me." 

He  bowed  over  her  fingers.  Then  he 
looked  up.    His  tone  was  impressive. 

"If  I  thought  that  you  needed  protec- 
tion, Miss  Van  Teyl " 

"Well,  I  can  assure  you  that  I  do,"  she 
interrupted,  laughing.  "You  know  my 
friends,  don't  you?" 

"I  think  I  have  that  pleasure,"  the 
American  replied,  shaking  hands  with 
Lutchester  and  Holderness. 

"Now  we'll  get  an  independent  opin- 
ion," the  former  observed,  pointing  to  the 
wall.  "We  were  discussing  that  notice, 
Mr.  Fischer.  You're  almost  as  much  a 
Londoner  as  a  New  Yorker.  What  do  you 
think? — Is  it  sunerfluous  or  not?" 
Fischer  read  it  out  and  smiled. 
"Well,"  he  admitted,  "in  America  we 
don't  lay  much  store  by  that  sort  of  thing, 
but  I  don't  know  as  we're  very  good  judges 
about  what  goes  on  over  nere.  I  shouldn't 
call  this  place,  anyway,  a  hotbed  of  in- 
trigue.   Excuse  me!" 

He  moved  off  to  greet  some  incoming 
guests — a  well-known  stockbroker  and  his 
partner.  Lutchester  looked  after  him 
curiously. 

"Is   Mr.   Fischer  one  of  your  typical 
millionaires.  Miss  Van  Teyl?"  he  asked. 
She  shrugged  her  shoulders. 
"We  have  no  typical  millionaires,"  she 


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assured  him.  "They  come  from  all  class- 
es and  all  states." 

"Fischer  is  a  Westerner,  isn't  he?" 

Pamela  nodded,  but  did  not  pursue  the 
conversation.  Her  eyes  were  fixed  upon  a 
girl  who  had  just  entered,  and  who  was 
looking  a  little  doubtfully  around,  a  girl 
plainly,  but  smartly,  dressed,  with  fluffy 
light  hair,  dark  eyes,  and  a  very  pleasant 
expression.  Pamela,  who  was  critical  of 
her  own  sex,  found  the  newcomer  attrac- 
tive. 

"Is  that,  by  any  chance,  one  of  our  miss- 
ing guests,  Capt.  Holderness?"  she  inquir- 
ed, turning  towards  him.  "I  don't  know 
why,  but  I  have  an  idea  that  it  is  your 
sister." 

"By  Jove,  yes!"  the  young  man  assent- 
ed, stepping  forward.  "Here  we  are  Molly, 
and  at  last  you  are  going  to  meet  Miss 
Van  Teyl.  I've  bored  Molly  stiff,  talking 
about  you,"  he  explained,  as  Pamela  held 
out  her  hand. 

The  girls,  who  stood  talking  together 
for  a  moment,  presented  rather  a  striking 
contrast.  Molly  Holderness  was  pretty 
but  usual.  Pamela  was  beautiful  and  un- 
usual. She  had  the  long,  slim  body  of  a 
New  York  girl,  the  complexion  and  eyes 
of  a  Southerner,  the  savoir  faire  of  a 
Frenchwoman.  She  was  extraordinarily 
cosmopolitan,  and  yet  extraordinarily 
American.  She  impressed  everyone,  as 
she  did  Molly  Holderness  at  that  moment, 
with  a  sense  of  charm.  One  could  almost 
accept  as  truth  her  own  statement — that 
she  valued  her  looks  chiefly  because  they 
helped  people  to  forget  that  she  had 
brains. 

"I  won't  admit  that  I  have  ever  been 
bored.  Miss  Van  Teyl,"  Molly  Holderness 
assured  her,  "but  Dick  has  certainly  told 
me  all  sorts  of  wonderful  things  about  you 
— how  kind  you  were  in  New  York,  and 
what  a  delightful  surprise  it  was  to  see 
you  down  at  the  hospital  at  Nice.  I  am 
afraid  he  must  have  been  a  terrible  crock 
then." 

"Got  well  in  no  time  as  soon  as  Miss 
Van  Teyl  came  along,"  Holderness  declar- 
ed. "It  was  a  bit  dreary  down  there  at 
first.  None  of  my  lot  were  sent  south, 
and  a  familiar  face  means  a  good  deal 
when  you've  got  your  lungs  full  of  that 
rotten  gas  and  are  feeling  like  nothing  on 
earth.  I  wonder  where  that  idiot  Sandy 
is.  I  told  him  to  be  here  a  quarter  of  an 
hour  before  you  others — thought  we  might 
have  had  a  quiet  chat  first.  Will  you  stand 
by  the  girls  for  a  moment  Lutchester, 
while  I  have  a  look  around?"  he  added. 

HE  hobbled  away,  one  of  the  thousands 
who  were  thronging  the  streets  and 
public  places  of  London — brave,  simple- 
minded  young  men,  all  of  them,  with 
tangled  recollections  in  their  brains  of 
blood  and  fire  and  hell,  and  a  game  leg 
or  a  lost  arm  to  remind  them  that  the 
whole  thing  was  not  a  nightmare.  He 
looked  a  little  disconsolately  around,  and 
was  on  the  point  of  rejoining  the  others 
when  the  friend  for  whom  he  was  search- 
ing came  hurriedly  through  the  turnstile 
doors. 

"Sandy,  old  chap,"  Holderness  exclaim- 
ed with  an  air  of  relief,  "here  you  are  at 
last!" 

"Cheero,  Dick!"  was  the  light-hearted 
reply.  "Fearfully  sorry  I'm  late,  but 
listen — just  listen  for  one  moment." 

The  newcomer  threw  his  hat  and  coat 
to  the  attendant.  He  was  a  rather  short, 
freckled  young  man,  with  a  broad,  high 
forehead  and  light-colored  hair.    His  eyes 


just  now  were  filled  with  the  enthusiasm 
which  trembled  in  his  tone. 

"Dick,"  he  continued,  gripping  his 
friend's  arm  tightly,  "I'm  late,  I  know,  but 
I've  great  news.  I've  motored  straight 
up  from  Salisbury  Plain.  I've  done  it!  I 
swear  to  you,  Dick,  I've  done  it!" 

"Done  what?"  Holderness  demanded,  a 
little  bewildered. 

"I've  perfected  my  explosive — the  thing 
I  was  telling  you  about  last  week,"  was 
the  triumphant  reply.  "The  whole  world's 
struggling  for  it,  Dick.  The  German 
chemists  have  been  working  night  and  day 
for  three  years,  just  for  one  little  formula, 
and  I've  got  it!  One  of  my  shells,  which 
fell  in  a  wood  at  daylight  this  morning, 
killed  every  living  thing  within  a  mile  of 
it.  The  bark  fell  off  the  trees,  and  the 
laborers  in  a  field  beyond  threw  down 
their  implements  and  ran  for  their  lives. 
It's  the  principle  of  intensification.  The 
poison  feeds  on  its  own  vapors.  The  for- 
mula— I've  got  it  in  my  pocketbook " 

"Look  here,  old  fellow,"  Holderness  in- 
terrupted. "It's  all  splendid,  of  course, 
and  I'm  dying  to  hear  you  talk  about  it, 
but  come  along  now  and  be  introduced  to 
Miss  Van  Teyl.  Molly's  over  there,  wait- 
ing, and  we're  all  half  starved." 

"So  am  I,"  was  the  cheerful  answer. 
"Hullo  Lutchester,  how  are  you?  Just 
one  moment.  I  must  get  a  wash.  I  mo- 
tored straight  through,  and  I'm  choked 
with  dust.    Where  do  I  go?" 

"I'll  show  you,"  Lutchester  volunteered. 
"Hurry  up." 

The  two  men  sprang  up  the  stairs  to- 
wards the  dressing  room,  and  Holderness 
strolled  back  to  where  his  sister  and  Pa- 
mela were  talking  to  a  small,  dark  young 
man,  with  rather  high  cheek-bones  and 
olive  complexion.  Pamela  turned  around 
with  a  smile. 

"I  have  found  an  old  friend,"  she  told 
him,  "Baron  Sunyea — Captain  Holder- 
ness. Baron  Sunyea  used  to  be  in  the 
Japanese  Embassy  at  Washington." 

The  two  men  shook  hands. 

"I  was  interested,"  the  Japanese  said 
slowly,  "in  your  conversation  just  now 
about  that  notice.  Your  young  friend  was 
telling  you  news  very  loudly  indeed,  it 
seemed  to  me,  which  you  would  not  like 
known  across  the  North  Sea.  Am  I  not 
right?" 

"In  a  sense  you  are,  of  course,"  Holder- 
ness admitted,  "but  here  at  Henry's  — 
why,  the  place  is  like  a  club.  Where  are 
the  enemies'  ears  to  come  from,  I  should 
like  to  know?" 

"Where  we  least  expect  to  find  them,  as 
a  rule,"  was  the  grave  reply. 

"Quite  right,"  Lutchester,  who  had  just 
rejoined  them,  agreed.  "They  still  say, 
you  know,  that  our  home  Secret  Service 
is  just  as  bad  as  our  foreign  Secret  Ser- 
vice is  good." 

Holderness  smiled  in  somewhat  super- 
ior fashion. 

"Can't  say  that  I  have  much  faith  in 
that  spy  talk,"  he  said.  "No  doubt  there 
was  any  quantity  of  espionage  before  the 
war,  but  it's  pretty  well  weeded  out  now. 
I  say,  how  good  civilization  is!"  he  went 
on,  his  eyes  dwelling  lovingly  on  the  in- 
terior of  the  restaurant.  "Tophole,  isn't 
it,  Lutchester — these  smart  girls,  with 
their  furs  and  violets  and  perfumes,  the 
little  note  of  music  in  the  distance,  the 
cheerful  clatter  of  plates,  the  smiling 
faces  of  the  waiters,  and  the  undercurrent 
of  pleasant  voices.  Don't  laugh  at  me, 
please.  Miss  Van  Teyl.  I've  three  weeks 
more  of  it,  by  George — perhaps  more.    I 


don't  go  up  before  my  board  till  Thursday 
fortnight.  Dash  it,  I  wish  Sandy  would 
hurry  up!" 

"You  never  told  me  how  you  got  your 
wound,"  Pamela  observed,  as  the  conver- 
sation flagged  for  a  moment. 

"Can't  even  remember,"  was  the  care- 
less reply.  "We  were  all  scrapping  away 
as  hard  as  we  could  one  afternoon,  and 
nearly  a  dozen  of  us  got  the  knock,  all  at 
the  same  time.  It's  quite  all  right  now, 
though,  except  for  the  stiffness.  It  was 
the  gas  did  me  in.  .  .  .  What  a  fellow 
Sandy  is!    You  people  must  be  starving." 

They  waited  for  another  five  minutes. 
Then  Holderness  limped  towards  the 
stairs  with  a  little  imprecation.  Lutchester 
stopped  him. 

Don't  you  go,  Holderness,"  he  begged. 
"I'll  find  him  and  bring  him  down  by  the 
scruff  of  the  neck." 

He  strode  up  the  stairs  on  a  mission 
which  ended  in  unexpected  failure.  Pre- 
sently he  returned,  a  slight  frown  upon 
his  forehead. 

"I  am  awfully  sorry,  he  announced, 
"but  I  can't  find  him  anywhere.  I  left 
him  washing  his  hands,  and  he  said  he'd 
be  down  in  a  moment.  Are^you  quite  sure 
that  we  haven't  missed  him?" 

"There  hasn't  been  a  sign  of  him," 
Molly  declared  promptly.  "I  am  so  hungry 
that  my  eyes  have  been  glued  upon  the 
staircase  all  the  time." 

Pamela,  who  had  slipped  away  a  few 
moments  before,  rejoined  them  with  a 
little  expression  of  surprise. 

"Isn't  Capt.  Graham  here  yet,"  she 
asked  increduously. 

"Not  a  sign  of  him,"  Holderness  re- 
plied. "Queer  set  out,  isn't  it?  We  won't 
wait  a  moment  longer.  Take  my  sister 
and  Miss  Van  Teyl  in,  will  you?"  he  went 
on,  laying  his  hand  on  Lutchester's 
shoulder.  "Ferrani  will  look  after  you. 
I'll  follow  directly." 

THE  chief  maitre  d'hotel  advanced  to 
meet  them  with  a  gesture  of  invitation 
and  led  them  to  a  table  arranged  for  five. 
The  restaurant  was  crowded,  and  the  col- 
ored band,  from  the  space  against  the 
wall  on  their  left,  was  playing  a  lively 
one-step.  Ferrani  was  buttonholed  by  an 
important  client  as  they  crossed  the 
threshold,  and  they  lingered  for  a  moment, 
waiting  for  his  guidance.  Whilst  they 
stood  there,  a  curious  thing  happened, 
the  leader  of  the  orchestra  seemed  to  draw 
his  fingers  recklessly  across  the  strings 
of  his  instrument  and  to  produce  a  discord 
which  was  almost  appalling.  A  half- 
pained,  half-amused  exclamation  rippled 
down  the  room.  For  a  moment  the  music 
ceased.  The  conductor,  who  was  respon- 
sible for  the  disturbance,  was  sitting  mo- 
tionless, his  hands  hanging  down  by  his 
side.  His  features  remained  imperturb- 
able, but  the  gleam  of  his  white  teeth,  and 
a  livid  little  streak  under  his  eyes  gave  to 
his  usually  good-humored  face  an  utterly 
altered,  almost  malignant  expression.  Fer- 
rani stepped  across  and  spoke  to  him  for 
a  moment  angrily.  The  man  took  up  his 
instrument,  waved  his  hand,  the  music 
recommenced  in  a  subdued  note.  Pa- 
mela turned  to  the  chief  maitre  d'hotel, 
who  had  now  rejoined  them. 

"What  an  extraordinary  breakdown!" 
she  exclaimed.  "Is  your  leader  a  man  of 
nerves?" 

"Never  have  I  heard  such  a  thing  in  all 
my  days,"  Ferrani  assured  them  fervent- 
ly. "Joseph  is  one  of  the  most  wonderful 
performers  in  the  world.    His  control  over 


M  A  C  J.  E  A  N  '  8     M  A  U  A  Z  I  N  E 


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his  instrument  is  marvellous.  .  .  Capt. 
Holderness  asked  particularly  for  this 
table." 

They  seated  themselves  at  the  table  re- 
served for  them  against  the  wall.  Their 
cicerone  was  withdrawing  with  a  low 
bow,  but  Pamela  leaned  over  to  speak  to 
him. 

"Your  music,"  she  told  him,  "is  quite 
wonderful.  The  orchestra  consists  almost 
entirely  of  Americans,  I  suppose?" 

"Entirely,  madam,"  Ferrani  assented. 
"They  are  real  Southern  Darkies,  from 
Joseph,  the  leader,  down  to  little  Peter, 
who  blows  the  motor-horn." 

Pamela's  interest  in  the  matter  remain- 
ed unabated. 

"I  tell  you  it  makes  one  feel  almost 
homesick  to  hear  them  play,"  she  went  on, 
with  a  little  sigh.  "Did  they  come  direct 
from  the  States?" 

Ferrani  shook  his  head. 

"From  Paris,  madam.  Before 
that,  for  a  little  time,  they  were 
at  the  Winter  Garden  in  Berlin. 


At  first  glance  Pamela  could  scarcely  see 
anything  except  a  dark  figure  on  his  knees 
before  the  closed  and  shrouded  window. 


They  made  quite  a  European  tour  of  it 
before  they  arrived  here." 

"And  he  is  the  leader — the  man  whom 
you  call  Joseph,"  Pamela  observed.  "A 
broad,  good-humored  face — not  much  in- 
telligence, I  should  imagine." 

Ferrani's  protest  was  vigorous  and 
gesticulatory.  He  evidently  had  ideas  of 
his  own  concerning  Joseph. 

"More,  perhaps,  than  you  would  think, 
madam,"  he  declared.    "He  knows  how  to 


make  a  bargain,  believe  me.  It  cost  us 
more  than  I  would  like  to  tell  you  to  get 
these  fellows  here." 

Pamela  looked  him  in  the  eyes. 

"Be  careful,  Monsieur  Ferrani,"  she  ad- 
vised, "that  it  does  not  cost  you  more  to 
get  rid  of  them." 

She  leaned  back  in  her  place,  apparent- 
ly tired  of  the  subject,  and  Ferrani,  a 
little  puzzled,  made  his  bow  and  withdrew. 
The  music  was  once    more  in  full  swing. 


Their  luncheon  was  served,  and  Lutches- 
ter  did  his  best  to  entertain  his  compan- 
ions. Their  eyes,  however,  every  few  sec- 
onds strayed  towards  the  door.  There  was 
no  sign  of  the  missing  guest. 

CHAPTER  II. 

MOLLY  HOLDERNESS,    for  whom 
Graham's  absence    possessed,    per- 
haps, more  significance  than  the  others, 


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relapsed  very  soon  into  a  strained  and 
anxious  silence.  Pamela  and  Lutchester, 
on  the  other  hand,  divided  their  attention 
between  a  very  excellent  luncheon  and  an 
even  flow  of  personal,  almost  inquisitorial 
conversation. 

"You  will  find,"  Pamela  warned  her 
companion  almost  as  soon  as  they  took 
their  places,  "that  I  am  a. very  curious 
person.  I  am  more  interested  in  people 
than  in  events.  Tell  me  something  about 
your  work  at  the  War  Office?" 

"I  am  not  at  the  War  Office,"  he  re- 
plied. 

"Well,  what  is  it  that  you  do,  then?" 
she  asked.  "Capt.  Holderness  told  me 
that  you  had  been  out  in  France,  fighting, 
but  that  you  had  some  sort  of  official 
position  at  home  now." 

"I  am  at  the  Ministry  of  Munitions,"  he 
explained. 

"Well,  tell  me  about  that,  then?"  she 
suggested.  "Is  it  as  exciting  as  fight- 
ing?" 

He  shook  his  head. 

"It  has  advantages,"  he  admitted,  "but 
I  should  scarcely  say  that  excitement  fig- 
ured amongst  them." 

She  looked  at  him  thoughtfully.  Lut- 
chester was  a  little  over  thirty-five  years 
of  age,  tall  and  of  sinewy  build.  His  col- 
oring was  neutral,  his  complexion  inclined 
to  be  pale,  his  mouth  straight  and  firm, 
his  grey  eyes  rather  deep-set.  Without 
possessing  any  of  the  stereotyped  quali- 
fications, he  was  sufficiently  good-look- 
ing. 

"I  wonder  you  didn't  prefer  soldier- 
ing," she  observed. 

He  smiled  for  a  moment,  and  Pamela 
felt  unreasonably  annoyed  at  the  twinkle 
in  his  eyes. 

"I  am  not  a  soldier  by  profession,"  he 
said,  "but  I  went  out  with  the  Expedi- 
tionary Force  and  had  a  year  of  it.  They 
kept  me  here,  after  a  slight  wound,  to  take 
up  my  old  work  again." 

"Your  old  work,"  she  repeated.  "I 
didn't  know  there  was  such  a  thing  as  a 
Ministry  of  Munitions  before  the  war." 

He  deliberately  changed  the  conversa- 
tion, directing  Pamela's  attention  to  the 
crowded  condition  of  the  room. 

"Gay  scene,  isn't  it?"  he  remarked. 

"Very!"  she  assented  drily. 

"Do  you  come  here  to  dance?"  he  in- 
quired. 

She  shook  her  head. 

"You  must  remember  that  I  have  been 
living  in  Paris  for  some  months,"  she  told 
him.  "You  won't  be  annoyed  if  I  tell  you 
that  the  way  you  English  people  are  tak- 
ing the  war  simply  maddens  me.  Your 
young  soldiers  talk  about  it  as  though  it 
were  a  sort  of  picnic,  your  middle-aged 
clubmen  seem  to  think  that  it  was  invent- 
ed to  give  them  a  fresh  interest  in  their 
newspapers,  and  the  rest  of  you  seem  to 
think  of  nothing  but  the  money  you  are 
making.  And  Paris.  .  .  No,  I  don't 
think  I  should  care  to  dance  here!" 

Lutchester  nodded,  but  Pamela  fancied 
somehow  or  other  that  his  attitude  was 
not  wholly  sympathetic.  His  tone,  with 
its  slight  note  of  admonition,  irritated  her. 

"You  must  be  careful,"  he  said,  "not  to 
be  too  much  misled  by  externals." 

Pamela  opened  her  lips  for  a  quick  re- 
ply, but  checked  herself. 

O  APT.  Holderness  and  Ferrani  had  en- 
^--'  tered  the  room  and  were  approaching 
their  table,  talking  earnestly.  The  latter 
especially  was  looking  perplexed  and  anx- 


"It's  the  queerest  thing  I  ever  knew," 
Holderness  pronounced.  "We've  search- 
ed every  hole  and  corner  upstairs,  and 
there  isn't  a  sign  of  Sandy." 

"Have  you  tried  the  bar?"  Lutchester 
inquired. 

"Both  the  bar  and  the  grillroom,"  Fer- 
rani assured  him. 

"If  he  had  been  suddenly  taken  ill " 

Molly  murmured. 

"But  there  is  no  place  in  which  he  could 
have  been  taken  ill  which  we  have  not 
searched,"  Ferrani  reminded  her. 

"And  besides,"  Holderness  intervened, 
"Sandy  was  in  the  very  pink  of  health, 
and  bubbling  over  with  high  spirits." 

"One  noticed  that,"  Lutchester  remark- 
ed, a  little  drily. 

"He  might  almost  have  been  called  gar- 
rulous," Pamela  agreed. 

Ferrani  took  grave  leave  of  them,  and 
Holderness  seated  himself  at  the  table. 

"Well,  let's  get  on  with  luncheon,  any 
way,"  he  advised.  "It's  no  good  bothering. 
The  best  thing  we  can  do  is  to  conclude 
that  the  impossible  has  happened — that 
Sandy  has  met  with  some  pals  and  will  be 
here  presently." 

"Or  possibly,"  Lutchester  suggested, 
"that  he  has  done  what  certainly  seems 
the  most  reasonable  thing — gone  straight 
off  to  the  War  Office  with  his  formula 
and  forgotten  all  about  us.  Let  us  return 
the  compliment  and  forget  all  about  him." 

They  finished  their  luncheon  a  little 
more  cheerfully.  As  the  cigarettes  were 
handed  round,  Pamela's  eyes  looked  long- 
ingly at  a  Tray  of  Turkish  coffee  which 
was  passing.  n« 

"I'm  a  rotten  host,"  Holderness  declar- 
ed, "but  to  tell  the  truth,  this  queer 
prank  of  Sandy's  has  driven  everything 
else  out  of  my  mind.    Here,  Hassan!" 

The  colored  man  in  gorgeous  oriental 
livery  turned  at  once  with  a  smile.  He 
approached  the  table,  bowing  to  each  of 
them  in  turn.  Pamela  watched  him  in- 
tently, and,  as  his  eyes  met  hers,  Has- 
san's hands  began  to  shake. 

"The  waiter  is  bringing  us  ordinary 
coffee,"  Holderness  explained.  "Please 
countermand  it  and  bring  us  Turkish  cof- 
fee for  four." 

The  man  had  lost  his  savoir  faire.  His 
wonderful  smile  turned  into  something 
sickly,  his  bland  speech  of  thanks  into  a 
mumble.  He  turned  away  almost  sheep- 
ishly. 

"Hassan  doesn't  seem  to  like  us  to- 
day," Molly  remarked. 

"I  should  have  said  that  he  was  drunk," 
her  brother  observed,  looking  after  him 
curiously. 

There  was  certainly  something  the  mat- 
ter with  Hassan,  for  it  was  at  least  a 
quarter  of  an  hour  before  he  reappeared 
and  served  his  specially  prepared  concoc- 
tion with  the  usual  ceremony,  but  with 
more  restraint.  Molly  and  the  two  men, 
after  Hassan  had  sprinkled  the  contents 
of  his  mysterious  little  flask  into  their 
coffee,  gave  him  their  hands  for  the  cus- 
tomary salute.  When  he  came  to  Pamela, 
he  hesitated.  She  shook  her  head  and  he 
fell  back,  bowing  respectfully,  his  hand 
tracing  cabalistic  signs  across  his  heart. 
For  a  moment  before  he  departed,  he  rais- 
ed his  eyes  and  glanced  at  her.  It  was  like 
the  mute  appeal  of  some  hurt  or  frighten- 
ed animal. 

"You  don't  approve  of  Hassan's  little 
ceremony?"  Lutchester  asked  her. 

She  shrugged  her  shoulders. 

"In  America,"  she  observed,  "I  think 
we  look  upon  colored  people  of  any  sort  a 


little  differently.  Well,  we've  certainly 
given  your  friend  a  chance,"  she  went  on, 
glancing  at  the  little  jewelled  watch  upon 
her  wrist.  "We've  outstayed  almost  every- 
one here." 

Their  host  paid  the  bill,  and  they  strol- 
led reluctantly  towards  the  door,  Holder- 
ness and  Pamela  a  few  steps  behind. 

"Now  what  are  your  sister  and  Mr.  Lut- 
chester studying  again?"  the  latter  in- 
quired, as  they  reached  the  lobby. 

Molly  had  paused  once  more  before  the 
notice  on  the  wall,  which  seemed  somehow 
to  have  fascinated  her.  She  read  it  out, 
lingering  on  every  word : 

MEFIEZ-VOUS 

TAISEZ-VOUS! 

LES  OREILLES  ENNEMIES  VOUS 

ECOUTENT! 

Holderness  listened  with  a  frown.  Then 
he  turned  suddenly  to  Lutchester,  who  was 
standing  by  his  side. 

"It  would  be  too  ridiculous,  wouldn't  it 
— you  couldn't  in  any  way  connect  the  idea 
behind  that  notice  with  Sandy's  disap- 
pearance?" 

"I  was  wondering  about  that  myself," 
Lutchester  confessed.  "To  tell  you  the 
truth,  I  have  been  wondering  all  luncheon- 
time.  If  ever  a  man  broke  the  letter  and 
the  spirit  of  that  simple  warning,  I  should 
say  your  excitable  young  friend,  Captain 
Graham,  did." 

"But  here  at  Henry's"  Holderness  pro- 
tested, "with  friends  on  every  side!  Isn't 
it  a  little  too  ridiculous !  We'll  wait  until 
the  last  person  is  out  of  the  place,  any 
way,"  he  added. 

The  crowd  soon  began  to  thin.  Ferrani 
seeing  them  still  waiting,  approached  with 
a  little  bow. 

"Your  friend,"  he  asked,  "he  has  not  ar- 
rived, eh?" 

"No  sign  of  him,"  Holderness  replied 
gloomily. 

"What  about  his  hat  and  coat?"  Fer- 
rani inquired,  with  a  sudden  inspiration. 

"Great  idea,"  Holderness  assented, 
turning  towards  the  cloakroom  attendant 
"Don't  you  remember  my  friend,  James?" 
he  went  on.  "He  arrived  about  half-past 
one,  and  threw  his  coat  and  hat  over  to 
you." 

The  attendant  nodded  and  glanced  to- 
wards an  empty  peg. 

"I  remember  him  quite  well,  sir,"  he 
acknowledged.  "Number  sixty-seven  was 
his  number." 

"Where  are  his  things,  then?" 

"Gone,  sir,"  the  man  replied. 

"Do  you  remember  his  asking  for 
them?" 

The  attendant  shook  his  head. 

"Can't  say  that  I  do,  sir,"  he  acknowl- 
edged, "but  they've  gone  right  enough." 

A  party  of  outgoing  guests  claimed  the 
man's  attention.  Holderness  turned 
away. 

"This  thing  is  getting  on  my  nerves," 
he  declared.  "Does  it  seem  likely  that 
Sandy  would  chuck  his  luncheon  without 
a  word  of  explanation,  come  out  and  get 
his  coat  and  hat  and  walk  off?  And,  be- 
sides, where  was  he  all  the  time  we  were 
looking  for  him?" 

IT     was     unanswerable,      inexplicable. 
They  all  looked  at  one  another  almost 
helplessly.    Pamela  held  out  her  hand. 

"Well,"  she  announced,  "I  am  sorry,  but 
I'm  afraid  I  must  go.  I  have  a  great  many 
things  to  attend  to  this  afternoon." 

"You  are  going  away  soon?"  Lutchester 
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A  melancholy-looking  little  procession  slowly   emerged. 


She  hesitated,  and  at  that  moment  Mr. 
Fischer,  who  had  been  saying  farewell  to 
his  guests,  turned  towards  her. 

"You  are  not  thinking  of  the  trip  home 
yet,  Miss  Van  Teyl?"  he  asked. 

"Oh,  I  don't  know,"  she  answered  a 
little  evasively.  "I'm  out  of  humor  with 
London  just  now." 

"Perhaps  we  shall  be  fellow-passengers 
on  Thursday?"  he  ventured.  "I  am  going 
over  on  the  New  York." 

"I  never  make  plans,"  she  told  him. 

"In  any  case,"  Mr.  Fischer  continued,. 
"I  shall  anticipate  our  early  meeting  in 
New  York.     I  heard  from  your  brother 
only  yesterday." 

She  looked  at  him  with  a  slight  frown. 

"From  James?" 

Mr.  Fischer  nodded. 

"Why,  I  didn't  know,"  she  observed, 
"that  you  and  he  were  acquainted." 

"I  have  had  large  transactions  with  his 
firm,  and  naturally  I  have  seen  a  good 
deal  of  Mr.  Van  Teyl,"  the  other  explain- 
ed. "He  looks  after  the  interests  of  us 
Western  clients." 

Pamela  turned  a  little  abruptly  away, 
and  Lutchester  walked  with  her  to  the 
door. 

"You  will  let  me  see  that  they  bring 
your  car  round?"  he  asked. 

She  shook  her  head. 

"Thank  you,  no,"  she  replied,  hold- 
ing out  her  hand.  "I  have  not  yet 
said  good-bye  to  Captain  Holderness  and 


his  sister.     Good-bye,   Mr.   Lutchester!" 

Her  farewell  was  purposely  chilly.  It 
seemed  as  though  the  slight  sparring  in 
which  they  had  indulged  throughout 
luncheon-time,  had  found  its  culmination 
in  an  antipathy  which  she  had  no  desire 
to  conceal.  Lutchester,  however,  only 
smiled. 

"Nowadays,"  he  observed,  "that  is  a 
word  which  is  never  necessary  to  use." 

She  withdrew  her  hand  from  his  some- 
what too  tenacious  clasp.  Something  in 
his  manner  puzzled  as  well  as  irritated 
her. 

"Do  you  mean  that  you,  too,  are  think- 
ing of  taking  a  holiday  from  your  strenu- 
ous labors?"  she  asked.  "Perhaps  America 
is  the  safest  country  in  the  world  just  now 
for  an  Englishman  who " 

She  stopped  short,  realizing  the  lengths 
towards  which  her  causeless  pique  was 
carrying  her. 

"Prefers  departmental  work  to  fight- 
ing, were  you  going  to  add?"  he  said 
quietly.  "Well,  perhaps  you  are  right. 
At  any  rate,  I  will  content  myself  by  say- 
ing au  revoir." 

He  passed  through  the  turnstile  door 
and  disappeared.  Pamela  made  her 
adieux  to  Holderness  and  his  sister,  and 
then  recognizing  some  acquaintances, 
turned  back  into  the  restaurant  to  speak 
to  them.  Fischer,  who  had  just  received 
his  hat  and  cane  from  the  cloakroom  at- 
tendant, stood  watching  her. 


CHAPTER  IIL 


P  AMELA,  after  a  brief  conversation 
■*■  with  her  friends,  once  more  left  the 
restaurant.  In  the  lobby  she  called  Fer- 
rani  to  her. 

"Has  Mr.  Fischer  gone,  Ferrani,?"  she 
asked. 

"Not  two  minutes  ago,"  the  man  re- 
plied. "You  wish  to  speak  to  him?  I  can 
stop  him  even  now." 

She  shook  her  head. 

"On  the  contrary,"  she  said  drily,  "Mr. 
Fischer  represents  a  type  of  my  country- 
men of  whom  I  am  not  very  fond.  He  is 
a  great  patron  of  yours,  is  he  not?" 

"He  is  a  large  shareholder  in  the  com- 
pany," Ferrani  confessed. 

"Then  your  restaurant  will  prosper," 
she  told  him.  "Mr.  Fischer  has  the  name 
of  being  very  fortunate.  .  .  That  was  a 
wonderful  luncheon  you  gave  us  to-day." 

"Madame  is  very  kind." 

"Will  you  do  me  a  favor?" 

Ferrani's  gesture  was  all-expressive. 
Words  were  entirely  superfluous. 

"I  want  two  addresses,  please.  First, 
the  address  of  Joseph,  your  head  musician, 
and,  secondly,  the  address  of  Hassan,  your 
coffee-maker." 

Ferrani  effectually  concealed  any  sur- 
prise he  might  have  felt.  He  tore  a  page 
from  his  pocketbook. 

"Both  I  know,"  he  declared.  "Hassan 
lodges  at  a  shop  eighty  yards  away.    The 


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name  is  Haines,  and  there  are  newspaper 
placards  outside  the  door." 

"That  is  quite  enough,"  Pamela  mur- 
mured. 

"As  for  Monsieur  Joseph,"  Ferrani  con- 
tinued, "that  is  a  different  matter.  He 
has,  I  understand,  a  small  flat  in  Tower 
Mansions,  Tower  street,  leading  off  the 
Edgware  Road.  The  number  is  18C.  So!" 
He  wrote  it  down  and  passed  it  to  her. 
Pamela  thanked  him  and  stood  up. 

"Now  that  I  have  done  as  you  asked 
me,"  Ferrani  concluded,  "let  me  add  a 
word.  Both  these  men  are  already  off 
duty  and  have  left  the  restaurant.  If  you 
wish  to  communicate  with  either  of  them, 
I  advise  you  to  do  so  by  letter." 

"You  are  a  very  courteous  gentleman, 
Mr.  Ferrani,"  Pamela  declared,  dropping 
him  a  little  mock  courtesy,  "and  good 
morning!" 

She  made  her  way  into  the  street  out- 
side, shook  her  head  to  the  commission- 
aire's upraised  whistle,  and  strolled  along 
until  she  came  to  a  cross  street  down 
which  several  motor  cars  were  waiting. 
She  approached  one — a  very  handsome 
limousine — and  checked  the  driver  who 
would  have  sprung  from  his  seat. 

"George,"  she  said,  "I  am  going  to  pay 
a  call  at  a  disreputable-looking  news-shop, 
just  where  I  am  pointing.  You  can't 
bring  the  car  there  as  the  street  is  too 
narrow.  You  might  follow  me  on  foot  and 
be  about. 

The  young  man  touched  his  hat  and 
obeyed.  A  few  yards  down  the  street 
Pamela  found  her  destination,  and  en- 
tered a  gloomy  little  shop.  A  slatternly 
woman  looked  at  her  curiously  from  be- 
hind the  counter. 

"I  am  told  that  Hassan  lodges  here,  the 
coffee-maker  from  Henry's,"  Pamela  be- 
gan. 

The  woman  looked  at  her  in  a  peculiar 
fashion. 
"Well?" 

"I  wish  to  see  him." 
"You  can't,  then,"  was  the  curt  answer. 
"He's  at  his  prayers." 

"At  what?"  Pamela  exclaimed. 
"At  his  prayers,"  the  woman  repeated 
brusquely.  "There,"  she  added,  throwing 
open  the  door  which  led  into  the  premises 
behind,  "can't  you  hear  him,  poor  soul? 
He's  been  pinching  some  more  charms 
from  ladies'  bracelets,  or  something  of  the 
sort,  I  reckon.  He's  always  in  trouble. 
He  goes  on  like  this  for  an  hour  or  so,  and 
then  he  forgives  himself." 

Pamela  stood  by  the  open  door  and  list- 
ened— listened  to  a  strange,  wailing 
chant,  which  rose  and  fell  with  almost 
weird  monotony. 

"Very  interesting,"  she  observed.  1 
have  heard  that  sort  of  thing  before.  Now 
will  you  kindly  tell  Hassan  that  I  wish  to 
speak  to  him,  or  shall  I  go  and  find  him 
for  myself?" 

"Well,  you've  got  some  brass!"  the  wo- 
man declared,  with  a  sneer. 

"And  some  gold,"     Pamela     assented, 
passing  a  pound  note  over  to  the  woman. 
"Do  you  want  to  see  him  alone?"  the 
latter  asked,  almost  snatching  at  the  note, 
but  still  regarding  Pamela  with  distrust- 
ful curiosity. 
"Of  course,"  was  the  calm  reply. 
The  woman  opened  her  lips  and  closed 
them  again,  sniffed,  and  led  the  way  down 
a  short  passage,  at  the  end  of  which  was  a 
door. 

"There  you  are,"  she  muttered,  throw- 
ing it  open.  "You've  arst  for  it,  mind. 
Tain't  my  business." 


SHE  slouched  her  way  back  again  into 
the  shop.  At  first  Pamela  could 
scarcely  see  anything  except  a  dark  figure 
on  his  knees  before  a  closed  and  shrouded 
window.  Then  she  saw  Hassan  rise  to  his 
feet,  saw  the  glitter  of  his  eyes. 

"Pull  up  the  blind,  Hassan,"  she  direct- 
ed. 

He  came  a  step  nearer  to  her.  The 
gloom  in  the  apartment  was  extraordin- 
ary. Only  his  shape  and  his  eyes  were 
visible. 

"Do  as  I  tell  you,"  she  ordered.  "Pull 
up  the  blind.    It  will  be  better." 

He  hesitated.  Then  he  obeyed.  Even 
then  the  interior  of  the  room  seemed 
shadowy  and  obscure.  Pamela  could  only 
see,  in  contrast  with  the  rest  of  the  house, 
that  it  was  wonderfully  and  spotlessly 
clean.  In  one  corner,  barely  concealed  by 
a  low  screen,  his  bed  stood  upon  the  floor. 
Hassan  muttered  something  in  an  Orient- 
al tongue.  Pamela  interrupted  him.  She 
spoke  in  the  soothing  tone  one  uses  to- 
wards a  child. 

"That's  all  right,  Hassan,"  she  said. 
"Sorry  to  have  interrupted  you  at  your 
prayers,  but  it  had  to  be  done.  You  know 
me?" 

"Yes,  mistress,"  he  answered  unwilling- 
ly. "I  your  dragoman  one  year  in  Cairo. 
What  you  want  here,  mistress?" 

"You  know  that  I  know,"  she  went  on, 
"that  you  are  a  Turk  and  a  Mohammedan, 
and  not  an  Egyptian  at  all. 

"Yes,  mistress,  you  know  that,"  he  mut- 
tered. 

"And  you  also  know,"  she  continued, 
"that  if  I  give  you  away  to  the  authorities 
you  will  be  sent  at  once  to  a  very  uncom- 
fortable internment  camp,  where  you 
won't  even  have  an  opportunity  to  wash 
more  than  once  a  day,  where  you  will  have 
to  herd  with  all  sorts  of  people,  who 
will  make  fun  of  your  color  and  your  re- 
ligion  " 

"Don't  mistress!"  he  shouted  suddenly. 
"You  will  not  tell.  I  think  you  will  not 
tell!" 

He  was  sidling  a  little  towards  her. 
Again  one  of  those  curious  changes  seem- 
ed to  have  transformed  him  from  a  dumb, 
passive  creature  into  a  savage.  There 
was  menace  in  his  eyes.  She  waved 
him  back  without  moving. 

"I  have  come  to  make  a  bargain  with 
you,  Hassan,"  she  said,  "just  a  few  words, 
that  is  ail.  Not  quite  so  near,  please." 
He  paused.  There  was  a  moment's  silence. 
His  face  was  within  a  foot  of  hers,  lower- 
ing, black,  bestial.  Her  eyes  met  his  with- 
out a  tremor.  Her  full,  sweet  lips  only 
curved  into  a  faintly  contemptuous  line. 
"You  cannot  frighten  me,  Hassan,"  she 
declared.  "No  man  has  ever  done  that. 
And  outside  I  have  a  chauffeur  with 
muscles  of  iron,  who  waits  for  me.  Be 
reasonable.  Listen.  There  are  secrets 
connected  with  your  restaurant." 

"I  know  nothing,"  he  began  at  once; 
"nothing,  mistress — nothing!" 

"Quite  naturally,"  she  continued.  "I 
only  need  one  piece  of  information.  A 
man  disappeared  there  this  morning.  I 
just  have  to  find  him.  That's  all  there  is 
about  it.  At  half-past  one  he  was  in- 
veigled into  the  musicians'  room  and  by 
some  means  or  other  rendered  uncon- 
scious. At  three  o'clock  he  had  been  re- 
moved. I  want  to  know  what  became  of 
him.  You  help  me  and  the  whole  world 
can  believe  you  to  be  an  Egyptian  for  the 
rest  of  their  lives.  If  you  can't  help  me 
it  is  rather  unfortunate  for  you,  because 


I  shall  tell  the  police  at  once  who  and  what 
you  are.     Don't  waste  time,  Hassan." 

He  stood  thinking,  rubbing  his  hands 
and  bowing  before  her,  yet,  as  she  knew 
very  well,  with  murder  in  his  heart.  Once 
she  saw  his  long  fingers  raised  a  little. 

"Quite  useless,  Hassan,"  she  warned 
him.  "They  hang  you  in  England,  you 
know,  for  any  little  trifle  such  as  you  are 
thinking  of.  Be  sensible,  and  I  may  even 
leave  a  few  pound  notes  behind  me." 

"Mistress  should  ask  Joseph."  he  mut- 
tered.    "I  know  nothing." 

"Oh,  mistress  is  going  to  ask  Joseph  all 
right,"  she  assured  him,  "but  I  want  a 
little  information  from  you,  too.  You've 
got  to  earn  your  freedom,  you  know,  Has- 
san. Come,  what  do  t^iey  do  with  the 
people  who  disappear  from  the  restaur- 
ant?" 

"Not  understand,"  was  the  almost  pit- 
eous reply. 

Pamela  sighed.  She  had  again  the  air 
of  one  being  patient  with  a  child. 

"See  here,  Hassan,"  she  went  on,  "a  few 
days  ago  I  went  over  that  restaurant  from 
top  to  bottom  with  the  manager.  There  is 
the  musicians'  room,  isn't  there,  just  over 
the  entrance  hall?  I  suppose  those  little 
glass  places  in  the  floor  are  movable,  and 
then  one  can  hear  every  word  that  is 
spoken  below.  I  am  right  so  far,  am  I 
not?" 

Hassan  answered  nothing.    His  breath- 
ing, however,  had  become  a  little  deeper. 
"An  unsuspecting  person,  passing  from 
the  toilet  rooms  upstairs,  could  easily  be 
induced  to  enter.    I  think  that  there  must 
be  another  exit  from  that  room.    Yes?" 
"Yes!"  Hassan  faltered. 
"To  where?" 
"The  wine  cellars." 
"And  from  there?" 

Hassan  was  suddenly  voluble.  Truth 
unlocked  his  tongue. 

"Not  know,  mistress — not  know  another 
thing.  No  one  enters  wine  cellar  but  three 
men.  One  of  those  not  know.  If  I  guess 
— I,  Hassan — I  look  at  little  chapel  left 
standing  in  waste  place.  Perhans  I  won- 
der sometimes,  but  I  not  know." 

Pamela  drew  three  notes  from  her  gold 
purse,  smoothed  them  out  and  handed 
them  over. 

"Three  pounds.  Hassan,  silence,  and 
good  day!  You'll  live  logger  if  you  open 
your  windows  now  and  then,  and  get  a 
little  fresh  air,  instead  of  praying  your- 
self hoarse." 

Again  the  black  figure  swayed  perilous- 
ly towards  her.  She  affected  not  to  no- 
tice, not  to  notice  the  hand  which  seemed 
for  a  moment  as  though  it  would  snatch 
the  door  handle  from  her  grasp.  She 
passed  out  pleasantly  and  without  haste. 
The  last  sound  she  heard  was  a  groan. 

"Done   your  bit  o'  business,   eh?"   the 
landlady,  asked  curiously. 
Pamela  nodded  assent. 
"Rather  an  odd  sort  of  lodger  for  you, 
isn't  he?" 

"Not  so  odd  as  his  visitors,"  the  woman 
retorted,  with  an  evil  sneer. 

PAMELA  passed  into  the  narrow  street 
and  drew  a  long  sigh  of  relief.  Then 
she  entered  her  car  and  gave  the  chauf- 
feur an  address  from  the  slip  of  paper 
which  she  carried  in  her  hand.  When 
they  stopped  outside  the  little  block  of 
flats,  he  prepared  to  follow  her. 

"Tough  neighborhood  this,  madam,"  he 
said. 

"Maybe,  George."  she  replied,  waving 
Continued  on  page  84. 


German  Plotting  in  America  To-day 

Underground  Activities  in  Canada  and   the 

United  States 

By  Agnes  C.  Laut 

Editor's  Note. — In  the  accompanying  article  Miss  Laut  deals  with  German  activities  and  makes  the  startling 
statement  that  Teutonic  influences  are  being  felt  in  Canada  to-day.  That  Germany  had  a  million  and  a  half 
rifles  stored  in  the  United  States  for  the  purpose  of  an  invasion  of  Canada  is  information  that  seems  hardly 
credible,  but  the  facts  presented  bear  this  out.  Miss  Laut's  articles  in  MacLean's  have,  during  the  past  two 
years,  presented  inside  information  with  reference  to  German  activities  that  seemed  almost  unbelievable,  but 
each  statement  made  has  been  home  out  by  subsequent  developments  since  the  United  States  declared  war. 


THE  volcano  continues  to  seethe 
at  the  Vatican  and  beneath  the 
thrones  of  Spain  and  Austria; 
but  President  Wilson's  hopes  of  peace 
have  gone  aglimmering  in  the  past 
month.  For  the  first  time  since  war 
was  declared  it  is  evident  that  the 
United  States  is  planning  for  a  long, 
hard  war,  and  for  a  big  hard  part  in 
that  war.  The  second  collapse  of  Rus- 
sia was  the  signal  for  the  stiffening  up 
there.  Contracts,  that  had  hung  fire  for 
three  months,  were  at  once  signed.  This 
applied  to  ships,  submarines,  aero- 
planes. Denman  was  asked  to  resign 
and  Goethals  was  allowed  to  withdraw. 
The  controversy  between  these  two 
men  was  really  the  result  of  dual  con- 
trol on  a  shipping  board.  Denman  re- 
presented and  was  personally  very  close 
to  big  lumber  interests  on  the  Pacific 
Coast,  to  whom  a  revival  of  wooden 
ship  building  would  have  meant  a  big 
boom.  Goethals  was  very  close  to  cer- 
tain steel  interests.  Steel  opposed  wood, 
and  wood  opposed  steel.  Neither  at  any 
time  accused  the  other  of  sinister  mo- 
tives; but  the  ships  were  not  being 
built.  Both  men  had  to  go;  and  the  con- 
tracts have  been  signed — signed  very 
much  as  Goethals  planned,  which  is  the 
best  testimony  to  the  soundness  of 
steel's  arguments. 

As  Canada  is  entering  on  a  marvel- 
lous shipbuilding  programme,  and  as 
Canadian  ships  are  for  the  first  time 
permitted  to  do  a  coastal  trade  along 
American  shores,  some  of  the  argu- 
ments against  wood  for  steel  may  be 
set  down. 

In  a  wooden  ship  of  400  tons  are  10 
miles  of  caulking.  Imagine  a  program- 
me for  500  ships  of  5,000  tons!  Where 
were  the  caulkers  to  come  from  on  short 
notice  ?  And  where  was  the  lumber  to 
come  from?  As  Goethals  declared  at 
the  "steel"  dinner,  when  he  threw  down 


the  gauge  of  battle — "the  birds  were 
still  nesting  in  the  trees." 

Ten  years  ago,  a  ship  building  firm 
of  Bath,  Maine,  turned  out  120  fine  five- 
masted  schooners  —  freight  carriers. 
Not  one  is  on  top  of  the  water  to-day. 
All  have  been  wrecked,  where  steel  car- 
riers put  out  at  the  same  time,  are  still 
plowing  the  waves. 

Also,  where  would  the  United  States 
get  sailors  on  short  notice  for  a  sailing 
fleet?  Seamen  for  sailers  must  be  well 
seasoned  true  seamen.  The  modem 
seaman  on  a  steel  freighter  need  only 
be  a  good  mechanic,  able  to  swim,  and 
at  a  pinch,  pull  an  oar;  but  the  seaman 
manning  sailing  craft  must  be  as  much 
at  home  on  the  sea,  as  the  sea  gull;  and 
that  is  not  learned  on  ten  days'  notice, 
for  a   sudden  and  terrible  war. 

Also  where  were  the  ship  builders  for 
a  dead  handicraft  to  come  from  ?  At 
one  stage,  when  it  looked  as  if  Den- 
man's  wooden  ship  programme  would 
go  through,  it  was  announced  that  10,- 
000  ship  builders  would  repair  to  a  cer- 
tain plant,  to  renew  their  old  and  be- 
loved craft.  Less  than  150 — ^and  they 
were  chiefly  derelicts — turned  up.  In 
fact,  the  most  of  the  wooden  ship  pro- 
gramme was  on  paper.  The  great  argu- 
ment in  favor  of  wooden  ships  was 
cheapness,  so  that  if  a  submarine  got 
them,  the  loss  would  not  be  great;  but 
nations   do   not   build   ships   to   feed   the 


maws  of  a  submarine;  and  steel  replied 
that  no  wooden  ship  could  be  depended 
on  to  make  faster  speed  than  14  knots, 
and  that  to  escape  a  submarine,  the 
pursued  cargo  carrier  must  make  a 
speed  of  at  least  18  knots. 

Any  way,  the  dispute  has  been  set- 
tled by  Admiral  Capps  and  Commission- 
er Hurley  taking  over  Goethal's  pro- 
gramme, and  Goethals  still  remain- 
ing as  adviser. 

THE  contracts  signed  make  it  self- 
evident  that  the  United  States  is 
going  to  depend  more  on  submarines 
than  on  dreadnoughts  for  defence,  and 
more  on  aeroplanes  and  quick-firing 
Lewis  guns  for  attack  than  on  heavy 
ordnance  and  human  canon  fodder  ad- 
vancing across  the  open  against  long 
range  fire.  Of  submarines,  it  is  im- 
possible to  tell  or  guess  how  many 
have  been  ordered — certainly  $200,000,- 
000  worth  for  this  country  alone — and 
the  yards  have  been  standardized  at  last 
and  can  work  at  terrible  speed.  Over 
$600,000,000  has  been  appropriated  for 
aeroplanes;  and  as  training  aeroplanes 
cost  $6,000,  and  fighting  aeroplanes  $30,- 
000,  you  can  averaee  up  about  how 
many  are  ordered  for  delivery  before 
January.  In  aeroplane  work,  peculiar 
difficulties  have  been  experienced,  and 
the  fault  seems  to  \Je  more  in  the  qual- 
ity of  the  tensile  steel  than  in  the  power 
of  the  engines.  In  fact,  both  the  big 
aeroplane  companies  are  delivering 
enormous  orders  of  engines  to  the  Al- 
lies. The  trouble  lies  in  the  combina- 
tion of  lightness  and  strength  in  the 
steel.  Where  Lewis  guns  were  igno- 
miniously  reiected  by  the  ordnance  men 
as  late  as  March,  they  are  now  being 
ordered  in  consignments  of  25.000.  Of 
shells,  this  country  can  now  turn  out 
500,000  a  day,   of  rifles   10,000,   of  cart- 


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ridges      10,000,000,      of    machine      guns 
1,000,  of  motor  trucks  close  to  10,000. 

Rifles  are,  of  course,  the  sorest  spot 
with  manufacturers  here  to-day.  That 
one  rejection  of  22,000,000  was  a  jar  to 
national  complacency,  which  no  shock- 
aibsorber  could  soften;  but  if  the  whole 
story  of  that  foreign  order  were  openly 
told,  it  would  be  evident  that  greater 
fault  lay  with  the  army  inspectors,  who 
directed  the  work  of  this  particular  or- 
der, than  with  the  manufacturers.  The 
order  was  a  foreign  one.  The  inspec- 
tors were  foreigners,  many  of  them 
since  suspected  of  being  Russians  in  the 
pay  of  Germany;  and  where  the  factory 
inspectors  were  American  army  men, 
they   were   unfortunately   inexperienced. 

This  whole  order  for  rifles  is  now  be- 
ing salvaged  and  done  over,  and  will  be 
used  for  American  troops.  Speaking  of 
rifles,  there  is  another  perfectly  authen- 
tic story  going  the  rounds.  It  will  be 
recalled  that  at  one  stage  of  German 
plotting  on  this  continent,  I  referred  to 
plans  for  massing  reservists  on  the 
borders  of  Canada,  and  to  an  order  em- 
anating from  the  German  Embassy 
commanding  all  German-born  residents 
of  the  United  States  to  conceal  weap- 
ons. At  the  time,  both  stories  were 
hooted  as  wildly  improbable.  Mac- 
Lean's  Magazine  was  questioned  for 
publishing  what  seemed  to  be  such  lurid 
fictions;  but  when  the  declaration  of 
war  by  the  United  States  came,  it  was 
acknowledged  that  these  stories  had 
been  all  too  true.  Now  comes  the  se- 
quel. /  want  you  as  a  Canadian  to  con- 
sider what  the  sequel  means.  Certain 
German-Americans  are  breaking  their 
necks  just  now  to  sell  a  million-and-a-half 
rifles  "stored  somewhere  in  the  United 
States,"  supposed  to  be  a  consignment 
from  Germany  for  Argentina  or  Mexico. 
I  am  stating  only  the  facts.  You 
may  draw  from  the  facts  any  inference 
that  seems  to  you  correct.  The  irony 
of  the  joke  is  they  are  trying  to  sell 
the  consignment  for  use  by  the  United 
States  Government.  It  is  one  of  the 
first  signs  that  the  German  Emperor 
really  knows  the  United  States  really  is 
in  the  war.  The  German  Emperor  is 
a  shareholder  in  the  German  concern 
that  supplied  these  rifles  for  "Argen- 
tina or  Mexico."  The  impudence  of  the 
sub-rosa  transaction 
is  only  equalled,  by 
another  Wall  Street 
transaction,  where 
members  of  the  Ger- 
man Embassy  staff 
speculated  on  the 
rise  in  Bethlehem 
steel,  consequent  on 
Allied  orders. 

ANYWAY,  the 
United  States 
knows  at  last  it  is  in 
a  big  war.  Immedi- 
ately all  hopes  of 
peace  went  aglim- 
mering,  the  Food 
Bill  began  to  feel 
pressure  from  b  e  - 
hind.  Wilson  utter- 
ly refused  three-man 
control  and  insisted 
on  Hoover  as  sole  ad- 
ministrator of  food 
distribution  pending 
the   war.      Hoover's 


job  is  on  distribution,  not  production,  and 
it  is  the  biggest  job  one  man  ever  tackled 
in  this  country;  for  if  Hoover  can  give 
three-quarters  instead  of  only  a  third  of 
the  consumer's  price  to  the  producer,  he 
will  have  done  more  to  stimulate  produc- 
tion than  all  the  agricultural  preachments 
in  the  world.  Guarantee  the  farmer  a  cer- 
tain and  good  price  for  all  he  raises,  and 
he  will  raise  all  the  land  can  be  made  to 
produce;  but  in  this,  the  year  of  the 
world's  most  appalling  need,  right  at  the 
present  time,  when  it  is  evident  we  are 
in  for  a  world  shortage  of  food,  food  is 
rotting  in  New  York  and  New  Jersey 
by  the  thousands  of  tons  daily  because 
there  is  no  cheap  system  of  putting  that 
food  in  the  hands  of  the  consumers;  and 
the  consumers  of  New  York  City  are 
paying  400  per  cent,  higher  for  lettuce, 
cabbages,  potatoes  than  the  farmers  of 
New  Jersey  are  receiving  for  their  pro- 
duce. The  liquor  dispute  was  eliminated 
from  the  Food  Bill  by  a  special  "dry  vote." 
This  vote  was  obviously  only  a  political 
expedient — it  provided  "dry"  legislation 
on  condition  of  a  certain  percentage  of 
the  State  Legislators  voting  "dry"  within 
six  years — which  was  really  an  insincere 
way  of  pushing  temperance  legislation 
off  the  Federal  arena  back  to  State  poli- 
tics. 

BUT  the  most  conspicuous  sign  of  the 
Administration  giving  up  hopes  of 
peace  was  in  the  Secretary  of  State  tak- 
ing the  muzzle  off.  Mr.  Lansing  has 
been  advising  the  country  to  keep  cool 
for  three  years.  This  is  the  same  Mr. 
Lansing,  who  shut  down  the  lid  on  all 
facts  for  the  public  and  didn't  know 
whether  The  Hesperian  had  been  sunk  by 
a  mine  or  a  torpedo,  and  let  Austria  take 
the  blame  for  the  sinking  of  The  Ancorm, 
and  was  blind,  deaf,  and  dumb  to  all  re- 
ports of  German  propaganda  no  matter 
what  proofs  were  shunted  into  his  hands 
and  pigeon-holed.  Mr.  Lansing  came  out 
with  the  most  scathing  condemnation  of 
German  plots  that  has  been  uttered  by 
administrative  circles.  Perhaps  he  was 
inspired  to  courageous  utterance  by  the 
amazing  impudence  of  Germany  offering 
to  sell  to  the  United  States  a  million  and 
a  half  rifles,  which  she  had  sent  here  en 
route  to  "Mexico"  or  "Argentina."  Cer- 
tainly, he  did  not  come  out  a  moment  too 
soon.     People  had  been  asking  why  the 


Administration  blows  hot  in  one  breath 
and  cold  in  the  next,  why  Von  Rintelen 
was  a  plotter  of  deepest  dye,  when  he  was 
a  prisoner  in  England,  and  only  a  minor 
offender  sentenced  to  a  year's  imprison- 
ment, when  he  was  sent  by  the  British 
Government  back  to  the  United  States. 
There  is  a  curious  lot  of  conjecture  about 
Von  Rintelen's  trial  here.  Before  Von 
Rintelen  was  sent  here  by  the  British, 
Government  men  in  the  Federal  employ 
declared  there  were  proofs  enough  piled 
up  against  him  to  sentence  him  to  sixty 
years.  When  his  trial  came  off,  proofs 
were  withheld;  and  Von  Rintelen  was 
sentenced  to  one  year.  Simultaneously, 
veiled  threats  came  from  Germany  that 
if  one  hair  of  his  head  were  touched,  cer- 
tain prominent  prisoners  in  Germany 
would  suffer;  and  conjectures  linked  up 
those  threats  with  rumors  of  Kitchener 
still  being  alive — which  may  be  German 
bluff  to  protect  her  law-breakers  of  the 
Von  Rintelen  type,  or  may  be  true.  Cer- 
tain it  is,  in  Von  Rintelen's  case  and  in 
many  other  cases,  something  stays  the 
avenging  hand. 

A  ND  though  Germany  is  trying  to  sell 
■^^  her  rifles  in  the  United  States,  she  is 
not  ceasing  her  plots  and  machinations 
and  intrigues  to  palsy  efforts  here.  It 
will  be  recalled  that  it  was  not  force  of 
arms  defeated  Russia,  but  internal  in- 
trigue. The  same  game  is  being  worked 
to  the  limit  in  the  United  States  now.  A 
campaign  is  being  waged  from  end  to  end 
of  the  country  for  an  "early  peace."  The 
organization  behind  it  is  of  the  same 
stripe  that  has  bedeviled  Russia — Pacif- 
ists, Socialists,  Germans,  pernicious  labor 
agitators.  The  first  result  of  the  cam- 
paign has  crippled  half  the  copper  mines 
in  the  country,  and  the  agitators  are  now 
busy  amid  the  harvest  hands  of  the  West- 
ern wheat  fields  and  the  lumber  jacks  of 
the  Pacific  Coast.  The  procedure  is  this: 
Ostensibly,  meetings  are  held  to  agitate 
against  conscription  and  to  repeal  the 
laws  against  freedom  of  speech;  and  the 
leaders  are  plentifully  supplied  with 
money  that  seems  to  come  from  nowhere. 
Arizona  has  acted  by  bodily  and  forcibly 
expelling  1,500  agitators  and  another 
Western  State  has  revived  its  old  Vigi- 
lantes and  lynched  an  I.W.W.  ring-leader, 
who  six  years  ago  worked  great  mischief 
in  British  Columbia. 

The  underground 
movement  has  been 
making  amazing 
headway.  Mass 
meetings  are  being 
held  nightly  and  sec- 
retly from  New  York 
to  San  Francisco. 
Trade  Unions  are  so 
alarmed  that  they 
are  fighting  the 
movement  inside 
their  own  ranks;  but 
the  secret  propagan- 
da has  funds  in 
abundance.  The 

work  against  con- 
scription is  evident 
in  the  fact  that  in 
certain  foreign  cen- 
tres, like  wards  of 
New  York,  every 
man  called  by  the 
first  draft  has 
claimed  exemption 
on  some  ground  or 
Con.  on  page  67. 


A  man'! 
agingly 


For 

Catherine's 

Sake 

By  W.  A.  Fraser 

Autor  of  "Mooswa,"  "Thoroughbreds,"  etc. 

Illustrated  by 
E.  J.  Dinsmore 


ON  a  lane  that  pro- 
jects through  the 
countryside       from 

Broadway  to  Sixth  Avenue 

there  is  a  club,  and  across 

the    lane    from    the    club 

there  is  a  theatre. 

The  night  we  are  inter- 
ested   in    it    was    raining 

little  tigers.    The  play  was 

over  and  the  people  had  all 

gone  except  a  well-dressed 

girl.        At    first    she    had 

waited  for  her  escort,  but 

for  five  minutes  the  door- 
keeper had  been  trying  to 

secure  a  cab.    He  had  just 

said,     "Nothing     doing. 

Miss;    it's    a    wet    night, 

and  thfe  theatres  just  out" 

—  when  a  taxi  skidded  up  to  the  en- 
trance,  and   a   white-gloved   man's  hand 

signalled  encouragingly  from  the  open 
door.  The  lady,  under  the  protection  of 
the  door-keeper's  umbrella,  pattered  to 
the  taxi  and  was  swept  inside  by  a  strong 
arm.  A  voice  called  "Knickerbocker!" 
and  the  rubber  tires  squeegeed  along  the 
wet  cement. 

The  girl  shrank  into  a  corner,  nursing 
her  resentment.  From  his  guilty  efface-' 
ment  in  the  other  corner  the  man  said, 
"Sorry."  He  put  his  strong  hand  over 
the  slim  fingers  that  rested  on  the  seat, 
and  gave  them  an  apologetic  squeeze.  The 
gloved  hand  was  snatched  from  his  clasp, 
and  utilized  to  establish  more  obscuring- 
ly  the  feather  boa  and  wrap  about  his 
companion's  face.  Inwardly  the  man 
chuckled;  the  warm  supper  room,  the  soft 
glow  of  lights,  music,  a  sip  of  wine — • 
under  these  benign  conditions  his  tardi- 
ness TT.ight  be  forgiven. 

At  the  Knickerbocker  the  lady,  a  step 
in  advance,  still  held  herself  aloof  in  the 
slender  jungle  of  her  feather  boa.  And 
so  down  the  winding'  steps  that  led  to 
the  supper  room.  At  the  bottom  she 
turned  her  face  for  an  instant,  only  half 
stifling  the  cry  that  rose  to  her  lips — • 
she  did  not  know  the  man !  The  bewilder- 
ment in  his  eyes  indicated  that  he  was  in 
the  same  fix. 

T  NSTINCTIVELY  a  woman  appraises 
'-  a  man  the  instant  she  is  thrown,  what 
we  might  call  deeply,  into  his  presence, 
no  matter  how  distracting  the  circum- 
stances may  be;  and  if  the  man  had  been 
common,  or,  even  if  the  woman  had  not 
been  beautiful,  the  incident  would  have 
terminated  with  a  few  explanations. 
"There's  been  a  delicious  mix-up,"  he 


hand  signalled  encour- 
from     the    open    door. 


said,  "but  I  think  we'd  better  see  it 
through."  The  voice  made  the  request 
compelling;  it  was  as  honest  as  a  good- 
toned  bell.  "I'll  wait  for  you,"  he  added, 
as  the  lady  hesitated;  then  she  turned 
and  went  to  the  cloak  room. 

The  man  stepped  to  the  door  of  the 
crowded  supper  room,  and  touched  the 
head  waiter  on  the  arm,  saying,  "Jac- 
ques." 

"Ah,  Mr.  Gray,"  and  the  waiter's  face 
lighted. 

Very  unobtrusively  a  magnetic  "ten- 
spot"  insinuated  itself  into  the  waiter's 
palm,  and  Gray  was  saying:  "Did  you 
keep  that  little  table  in  the  corner  for 
me,  Jacques?" 

The  "ten-spot"  had. 

GRAY  observed  witTi  delight  that  the 
lady  chose  the  seat  with  her  back  to 
the  room. 

"Jacques,  something  very  nice — just 
your  very  nicest." 

The  head  waiter  held  the  wine  card  and 
raised  his  eyebrows  interrogatively.  Gray 
nodded.  "Very  good,  sir.  I  think  you'll 
find  everything  very  pleasant." 

"Now,"  Gray  said,  addressing  his  com- 
panion, "It's  up  to  me  to  tell  all  I  know. 
I  think  that  will  clear  the  air,  and  there'll 
be  nothing  left  but  to  just  enjoy  our- 
selves." 

His  eyes  asked  for  approval,  and  the 
lady  said,  "That's  very  nice,  Mr. " 

"Gray." 

"Mr.  Gray.    I  like  frankness." 

"My  name  is  Philip  Gray.  I  spend  a 
great  deal  of  my  time  in  the  West— mines 
and  things."  A  whimsical  smile  twisted 
the  corners  of  his  eyes;  "You  know  the 
mining  engineer  of  our  magazines?" 

She  nodded  an  affirmative. 


"They  are  men  to  be  trusted  by  women, 
especially  in  an  adventure.  And  the  ad- 
venture to-night  came  about  in  this  way. 
I  reached  New  York  to-day,  and  called 
up  a  young  lady  who  is  in  the  company 
at  that  theatre."  The  expressive  face 
across  the  table  had  certainly  stiffened, 
and  Gray  added  hastily:  "I'm  her  guard- 
ian— ^and  not  married."  He  watched 
closely  the  blue-gray  eyes  across  the 
table,  fancying  he  detected  a  look  of 
pleasure.  "So  I  called  up  my  ward  and 
told  her  that  I  had  a  busy  evening,  but 
would  pick  her  up  after  the  play  for 
supper  here — don't  you  see?" 

"That's  too  bad!"  she  suggested,  ten- 
tatively. 

"For  my  little  ward  perhaps,"  he  de- 
clared. "I  was  kept  later  than  I  thought 
over  the  meeting,  and  no  doubt  she 
thought  I  had  forgotten  her." 

THE  waiter  now  had  certain  placings 
of  wine  glasses  and  table  bric-a-brac 
to  attend  to,  and  the  lady  synchronized 
the  sentiments  the  man  across  the  way 
had  stirred.  Everything  about  him,  his 
smooth  frictionless  way  of  arranging  mat- 
ters, his  quiet,  evenly-modulated  voice, 
his  brown,  capable  hands,  his  eyes,  sug- 
gested strength.  There  was  no  doubt 
abaut  his  delicacy,  too.  How  carefully 
he  had  avoided  the  very  semblance  of 
drawing  her  in  to  having  to  explain  any- 
thing; even  to  give  her  name;  his  method 
implied  that  she  was  all  right,  but  that 
he  had  to  be  explained  into  good  standing. 
Aided  by  furtive  glances  between  the 
waiter's  crooked  arms  Gray  was  limning 
in  the  finer  touches  of  his  companion's 
caste.  Madison  Avenue,  he  opined.  But 
what  kind  of  a  creature  must  the  man 
have  been — and  yet,  by  Jove !  he  had  been 


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MACLEAN'S    MAG  A  Z  I  N  E 


practically  the  same  kind  of  an  of- 
fender. 

The  oysters,  emblem  of  silence,  seemed 
to  have  created  an  hiatus  of  speech.  Some- 
what to  break  this  Gray  said  casually; 
"There's  a  friend  of  mine  at  the  door — 
evidently  looking  for  somebody.  Brilliant 
chap;  author,  playwright.  Perhaps  you 
know  of  him, — Jack  Braund?" 

It  was  fortunate  that  Gray's  eyes  were 
still  watching  the  twistings  of  his  friend 
Braund  as  the  latter  peered  about  the 
room,  for  the  lady's  face  went  white. 
When  he  turned  to  her  she  was  taking 
her  first  sip  of  wine.  Her  eyes  were  full 
of  beseechment  as  she  said,  "Please  don't 

"He  won't  see  me  in  this  corner,"  Gray 

interrupted;  "besides,  Braund  is  one  of 

the  shyest  creatures  on  earth.     There! 

He's  gone  now;  evidently  his  people  are 

not  here." 
"You  know  him  very  well,  then?" 
"My  best  friend  in  New  York." 
"Perhaps   your   friend    also    was   late 

over  some  appointment  with  a  ward  at 

one  of  the  theatres." 

Gray  laughed.     "Might  be  looking  for 

his  fiancee." 
"Oh,  he's  engaged,"  the  lady  said  in  an 

expressionless  voice. 

"Yes.    I  hope  the  girl  is  the  right  kind, 

for  Jack  is  temperamental, — is  easily  led." 
"Then  you  don't  know  her?" 
"Not  even  her  name — I've  been  away, 

you  see." 

'T*HE  little  waiter,  almost  hidden  un- 
•»■  der  his  large  tray  appeared,  followed 
by  Jacques,  who,  taking  the  lid  from  the 
piece  de  resistance,  replaced  it,  and  turn- 
ed a  face  beaming  with  satisfaction  upon 
Gray. 

"Look  all  right,  Jacques?"  the  latter 
queried. 

"Exquisite.  Our  chef  excels  in  his 
treatment  of  ortolans." 

As  the  little  waiter  placed  the  birds, 
Jacques  talked.  "When  I  send  word  to 
the  chef  that  it  is  my  suggestion,  then  he 
knows  it  is  a  desirable  guest  to  please." 

Now  the  birds  were  served,  and  Jac- 
ques gazed  upon  their  brown  forms  in 
adoration. 

"The  art  is  in  the  cooking,  of  course  " 
Gray  suggested. 

"For  the  ordinary  palate,"  Jacques  re- 
sumed, "they  may  be  wrapped  in  thin 
slices  of  bacon,  but  these,  you  will  ob- 
serve, have  been  roasted  in  vine  leaves, 
which  does  not  destroy  the  exquisite  flavor 
that  an  artist  would  enjoy.  Ah,  Mr. 
Gray,  cooking  is  a  great  art.  I  have  Os- 
car's treatise  on  this  matter,  and  I  lie 
Mr  hours  reading  it.  It  is  a  great  book." 
He  lowered  his  head,  and  speaking  low, 
added:  "Our  chef  is  a  great  man,  but 
Oscar  IS  a  poet." 

Then  Jacques  darted  away,  called  by  an 
uplifted  hand.  His  chatter  had  tempor- 
arily relieved  the  somewhat  strained  at- 
mosphere. That  it  was  so  was  a  tribute 
to  the  lady's  class.  There  was  undoubted- 
ly a  mutual  liking,  even  a  spontaneous 
trusting.  The  evidence  of  this  came  more 
from  her  eyes. 

Up  to  the  very  moment  of,  say,  the 
oysters'  arrival,  everything  had  been  em- 
barrasing.  She  had  plumped  into  a 
stranger's  taxi ;  in  the  car  he  had  squeez- 
ed her  hand — the  remembrance  of  this 
must  still  linger  in  the  lady's  mind;  then 
had  come  the  paralyzing  discovery  that 
they  were  utter  strangers.  Considering 
all  this  it  was  little  wonder  that  they  did 


not  feel  perfectly  at  ease.  He  felt  it  was 
not  rude  for  him  to  suggest  that  they 
might  go  whenever  she  felt  inclined.  A 
charm  that  Gray  found  was  that  she  un- 
derstood— appreciated  every  turn  of  his 
consideration. 

HER  eyes  lighted.  "That's  very  good 
of  you,  Mr.  Gray.  They  will  be  an- 
xious at  home  for — for — somebody  will 
telephone." 

In  a  very  few  minutes  the  check  had 
been  paid,  and,  as  they  waited  for  a  taxi 
he  said:  "Please  let  me  drop  you  home — 
even  if  the  rain  has  ceased." 

A  troubled  look  swept  across  her  face, 
but  she  preceded  him  to  the  taxi.  "Tell 
the  chauffeur  to  stop  at  the  corner  of 
Fiftieth  Street  and  Madison  Avenue," 
she  said.  When  they  had  started  she 
added,  "They  will  be  looking  for  me  at 
home,  and  I'd  rather  walk  the  last  few 
steps." 

"Now,"  he  answered,  "I'm  going  to 
leave  it  entirely  to  you.  Here  is  my  card 
with  my  address.  Here  is  another  card, 
a  fearful  business-looking  affair,  and  this 
is  what  you  are  to  do.  I  want  you  to  en- 
quire about  me — mind,  I  say  I  want  you 
to,  then,  if  you  will,  I  want  you  to  let 
me  know  at  my  address  when  and  where 
I  can  see  you  again.  Am  I  not  tremend- 
ously prosaic  and  wooden?" 

"I'd  call  it  chivalrous,"  the  girl  an- 
swered, putting  his  card  in  her  card  case. 
"There's  been  so  much  to-night,"  she  con- 
tinued, "that's  been — well  startling — " 

"Not  unpleasant?"  he  interjected. 

"No-o-o;  only  the  standing  in  the  rain." 

The  taxi  had  stopped.  As  Gray  held 
the  lady's  fingers  for  an  instant,  his  eyes 
rested  on  the  face  wistfully.  What  if 
he'd  never  see  it  again.  She  was  saying, 
"Good-by,  and  thank  you  so  much;  you've 
been  so  nice."  Then  she  was  gone,  walk- 
ing down  the  cross  street. 

GRAY  gave  the  driver  his  address, 
stepped  into  the  taxi,  and  the  wheels 
sputtered  in  their  whirling  start.  Next 
instant  his  hand  touched  a  silver  card  case 
on  the  seat. 

"Stop!"  he  called.  When  the  taxi  skid- 
ded to  the  curb  he  sprang  out  saying, 
"Wait!"  and  on  a  little  run  hurried  back 
t.^ward  the  corner.  As  he  turned  it  he 
heard  a  scream,  and  saw  a  woman  strug- 
gling with  a  man. 

Thrusting  the  card  case  in  his  pocket 
Gray  sprang  forward,  and  before  the 
tough  was  aware  of  rescue,  the  fingers 
of  a  strong  hand  had  grabbed  the  collar 
of  his  coat,  and  he  was  shot  parabolically 
backward,  landing  in  a  crumpled  heap  on 
the  flags. 

"Are  you  hurt — did  he  get  anything?" 
Gray  asked,  still  clutching  the  man. 

"No— 0—0,  I'm  all  right." 

Gray  yanked  the  half-starved  creature 
to  his  feet,  and  said,  "Beat  it,  before  I 
knock  your  head  off!"  One  invitation  was 
enough,  and  as  the  tramp  scuttled  away  he 
muttered  in  awe,  "Some  man.  Bo;  some 
man!" 

"I'm  glad  you  didn't  strike  that  creat- 
ure," the  girl  said,  and  her  voice  was 
trembling  with  excitement. 

"What  good  would  it  do.  He  deserved 
it,  but  a  beating  would  not  have  reformed 
him — it  never  does;  it  would  only  make 
him  more  vicious  next-  time  he  got  a 
woman  in  his  power.  Now  I've  simply 
got  to  see  you  home,"  he  added;  "this 
street  is  so  dark." 

"I  live  on  the  Avenue,"  she  said  naively. 


He  laughed. 

"Yes,  I  was  punished  for  my  deceit." 

At  the  corner  he  asked:  "Is  it  down, 
or  in  this  block?" 

"A  few  doors  down,"  she  answered. 

"Then  I'll  wait  here  so  I  can  see  if  you 
have  any  more  adventures." 

She  held  out  her  hand.  "You  are  the 
most  considerate  man  I  ever  met." 

He  watched  till  she  had  disappeared  up 
a  flight  of  brown-stone  steps,  then,  as  he 
was  whirled  homeward,  he  put  his  hand 
in  his  pocket  and  found  the  card  case 
which  he  had  forgotten  to  deliver. 

A  S  the  girl  reached  the  upper  hall  a 
•'^-door  opened,  and  her  sister  beckoned. 
"Where  have  you  been,  Catherine?"  she 
asked  when  she  had  closed  the  door. 

"Has  Jack  phoned,  Fronda?"  the  girl 
parried. 

"Yes;  and  I,  like  a  silly,  said  you 
weren't  home,  not  knowing,  until  he  ex- 
plained what  had  happened." 

"I  don't  care."  Catherine  answered. 
"What  was  Jack's  excuse  for  missing 
me?" 

"Sit  down  while  I  tell  you;  you  look 
tired." 

"I  am." 

"He  said  that  he  went  across  to  the 
club  at  the  last  act  to  see  a  manager  about 
his  new  play.  Was  that  true,  Cather- 
ine?" 

"Yes,  he  was  to  meet  me  in  the  foyer 
as  we  came  out." 

"Well,  he  got  so  deeply  into  matters 
with—" 

"Wine!"  Catherine  declared  scornfully. 

"That  he  forgot  the  time — missed  you 
by  a  minute.     Where  did  you  go?" 
"To  the  Knickerbocker  for  supper." 

"With  the  Lansings;  they  were  going 
to-night?" 

"With  Philip  Gray." 

"Philip  Gray?"  Fronda  puzzled;  "I 
never  heard  of  him  before." 

"Neither   did    I — before   to-night." 

Fronda  put  her  hands  on  the  other's 
shoulders.  "Catherine  Laird!  Are  you 
going  out  of  your  mind?  Went  with  a 
stranger  to  the  Knickerbocker  for  sup- 
per?" She  drew  a  hassock  up  beside  her 
sister.  "Now  begin  at  the  beginning  and 
tell  me  all  about  it." 

Obediently  Catherine  began  at  the  end, 
perhaps  because  it  loomed  so  important, 
and  told  about  the  rescue  first. 

"Very  much  of  a  man  after  all,  I 
should  say,  Catherine.  Did  you  find  out 
who  he  is — where  he  lives?" 

"I've  got  his  card;  hand  me  my  bag, 
Fronda." 

When  she  opened  the  hand  bag  she  gave 
a  cry.  "That  tramp!  He  got  my  card 
case!" 

"You  mean  he  got  mine;  yours  is  on 
the  bureau;  you  took  mine  by  mistake." 

"But  I've  lost  Mr.  Gray's  card!"  This 
seemed  the  great  grievance. 

"Oh,  he'll  call  you  up;  don't  cry." 

"No  he  doesn't  know  my  name.  And 
he  won't  till  I  communicate  with  him." 

"Didn't  you  give  him  any  name — how 
did  you  get  on?" 

"No;  he's  just  beautiful  in  his  consid- 
eration; he  simply  said  'Lady'  when  he 
addressed  me." 

"I  can't  follow  you,  Cathie.  Tell  me 
about  the  man,  he  sounds  interesting." 

AFTER  a  little,  as  Catherine  talked, 
"Fronda   exclaimed,    "Do    you    know 
what   I   think?     That  it's  a  very   good 


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thing  you  lost  that  card.     I  chip  in  my 
vanished  card  case  with  a  good  grace." 

At  that  instant  the  little  bell  on  the 
phone  tinkled.  "That's  Jack  again," 
Fronda  exclaimed,  rising. 

"Well,  you  tell  Mr.  Jack  Braund  to 
keep  away;  I  never  want  to  see  him 
again." 

The  little  wires  called  into  Fronda's 
ear,  "I  want  to  speak  to  Miss  Fronda 
Laird." 

"Very  well,  I'm  here,"  the  g:irl  answer- 
ed. 

"This  is  Philip  Gray,  and  I  recognize 
vour  voice." 

"You  do?    That's—" 

But  the  man's  voice  interrupted,  "I 
found  your  card  case  in  the  taxi.  May  I 
deliver  it  at  your  home  to-morrow?" 

"Oh,  no,  don't  come — " 

"No,  don't  let  Jack  come!"  Catherine 
commanded. 

"Then  will  you  meet  me  to-morrow  so 
I  can  deliver  it?  You  see  our  pact  is 
destroyed  because  my  card  is  in  the  case." 

"I  can't." 
"  Please,"  the  phone  pleaded.  "Meet  me 
at  the  Knickerbocker  at  lunch.    I'll  wait 
for  you  at  the  entrance  at  one." 

"I'll  see."  And  Fronda  hurriedly  hung 
up  the  receiver,  for  Catherine  was  coming 
toward  the  phone. 

"I  was  getting  afraid  that  you  would 
let  him  come,"  Catherine  said.  "Jack 
Braund  will  learn  how  to  treat  a  girl  next 
time  he — "  Catherine,  becoming  involv- 
ed, did  not  explain  further. 

"Go  to  bed,  Cathie,"  Fronda  advised; 


"as  you  undress,  tell  me  about  the  new 
man." 

FRONDA  developed  an  extraordinary 
curiosity;  Gray's  mustache,  the  color 
of  his  eyes,  his  features — adroitly  Cath- 
erine was  led  on  to  picture  the  man. 

"I  like  he  way  you've  got  your  hair 
donf!  to-night,  Cathie,"  Fionda  said;  "let 
me  try  it."  And  out  of  the  abundance  of 
her  tresses  she  quickly  twisted  up  a  re- 
plica of  her  sister's  crown  of  glory.  She 
put  her  arm  around  Catherine's  waist, 
and  drawing  her  in  front  of  the  large  mir- 
ror, exclaimed,  "How  is  that?"  She  view- 
ed the  reflected  faces  critically.  "Are  we 
as  much  alike  as  people  say?" 

"Well,  we  are  called  the  near-twins; 
but  you  are  much  prettier,  Fronda ;  better 
color." 

As  she  kissed  her  sister  good-night 
Fronda  said:  "I  don't  blame  you;  Phil 
seems  a  good  sort.  But  you  really  love 
Jack,  don't  you,  Catherine?" 

"Yes,  I  did." 

"And  will  again  in  a  day  or  two.  I'm 
glad  that  card  case  lost  itself." 

For  an  hour  Fronda  lay  wide  awake 
puzzling  out  the  thing  that  had  popped 
into  her  mind  like  an  inspiration  when 
Gray  had  said  through  the  telephone,  "I 
recognize  your  voice."  She  knew  that 
Jack  Braund  was  passionately  in  love 
with  her  sister,  that  he  was  a  splendid 
fellow;  perhaps  lacking  just  the  man- 
strength  that  Philip  Gray  seemed  to  pos- 
sess. 

With  the  card  case  in  his  possession 


almost  any  happening  might  throw  Cath- 
erine and  Gray  together  again.  The  thing 
to  do  was  to  get  that  card  case ;  also  keep 
Gray  from  calling  up,  or  coming  to  the 
house.  She  felt  sure  that,  not  even  know- 
ing there  were  two,  so  to  speak,  Fronda 
Lairds,  he  would  take  her  on  trust  as  his 
companion  of  the  evening  before.  She 
laughed  herself  to  sleep  imagining  divers 
complications  that  might  arise. 

Next  day  Fronda  advised  Catherine  to 
rest;  said  she  was  going  shopping  and 
wouldn't  be  home  for  lunch.  "I've  phoned 
Jack,"  she  said,  "and  made  him  promise 
to  not  call  up  for  a  couple  of  days.  That's 
the  best  way." 

"The  only  way,"  Catherine  agreed. 

"Will  you  do  my  hair  in  the  charming 
way  you  had  yours  last  night,"  Fronda 
pleaded.  Then  she  borrowed  a  platinum 
necklace  to  which  clung  three  pearls; 
Fionda  had  noticed  her  sister  had  worn 
this  tlie  night  before.  She  would  have 
given  something  to  have  borrowed  the 
diamond  engagement  ring  from  Cather- 
ine's third  finger. 

AT  one  o'clock  Miss  Fronda  alighted 
from  a  taxi,  very  deliberately  paid 
her  fare,  her  demure  eyes  cautiously 
searching  the  landscape  for  a  figure  re- 
sembling Catherine's  description  of  Philip 
Gray.  As  she  walked,  also  deliberately, 
toward  the  entrance,  a  man  stepped  for- 
ward, and,  raising  his  hat  said,  interro- 
gatively, "Miss  Laird?" 

As  the  girl's  eyes  met  his  he  added :  "I 


Fronda  developed  an  extraordinary  curiosity       Adroitly  Catlierine  was  led  on  to  picture  the  man. 


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am  Philip  Gray.  Do  you  recognize  me — 
evening  dress  is  so  disguising?" 

"Oh,  yes,"  Fronda  answered. 

"It  was  so  good  of  you  to  come,"  he 
said. 

And  so  they  drifted  in. 

At  the  table  Gray  said:  "You  really — 
how  can  I  say  it  without  appearing — I 
mean,  that  the  crisp  air  to-day  has  given 
you  more  color.  To  say  something  actual- 
ly stupid — " 

Fronda,  smiling,  interrupted  him, 
"Don't  say  it  then.  I  was  tired  last  night 
and — and  worried." 

There  was  a  marked  improvement. 
Gray  thought;  more  vivacity,  less  shrink- 
ing. Of  course  the  girl  knew  him  better 
now;  besides  sunlight  gives  courage. 
There  was  the  same  restful  composure 
though ;  the  same  delightful  simplicity  of 
rich-textured  garment.  He  looked  at  her 
left  hand;  he  had  been  wondering  if  the 
diamond  ring  on  the  third  finger  the 
night  before  had  meant  an  engagement. 
It  did  not,  for  it  was  absent  now;  left  at 
home  probably  as  a  sacrifice  to  refinement. 
Every  little  new  development  increased 
Gray's  interest. 

Covertly  assaying  the  man  Fronda  de- 
cided that  he  was  all  Catherine  had  pic- 
tured him. 

"Here  is  the  card  case,  before  I  for- 
get it  again,"  Gray  said  presently.  "My 
cards  are  in  it.  Don't  forget  to  find  out 
if  I  am  worthy  of  knowing  you  more  in- 
timately, for  I  want  to.  A  little  later  he 
said,  "Don't  think  that  I  want  to  pry 
into — well,  into  anything."  He  smiled 
like  a  boy  who  had  upset  something,  and 
Fronda  laughed  too ;  he  certainly  was  like 
a  solemn  grown-up  boy. 

She  encouraged  him,  for  he  seemed  to 
have  given  up  the  idea;  "What  did  you 
want  to  know,  Mr.  Gray?" 

Even  at  that  his  courage  almost  failed, 
but  the  absence  of  the  ring — that  was 
something.  "Well,"  he  began,  with  an 
effort,  "I  feel  that  I  am  going  to  be  tre- 
mendously interested  in  you,  if  possible, 
but  I  want  to  play  the  game.  I  don't 
want  to  take  advantage  of  a  luckv  acci- 
dent." 

Behind  the  apparently  puzzled  eyes  the 
girl  knew  what  Gray  was  driving  at; 
but  he,  thinking  that  she  did  not  compre- 
hend, floundered  on.  "You  seemed  so  up- 
set last  night,  and  then  you  waited  so 
patiently — " 

"In  the  rain,"  Fronda  suggested. 

Gray  nodded:  "Yes,  in  the  rain.  Are 
you — was  it  a — young  man  to  whom  you 
are — are  bound  in  any  way?  I  mean,  you 
see,  who  would  even  expect  you  were  go- 
ing to  marry  him?"     It  was  out  at  last. 

Fronda  laughed;  not  satirically  but 
joyously.  "Neither  young  man  nor  old 
man,"  she  answered. 

"I  hadn't  thought  of  an  old  man,"  Gray 
admitted,  with  a  smile;  "I  even  forget, 
at  times,  that  I'm  old  myself." 

"You  old?  Why  you're  just  a  great—" 
Fronda  stopped,  a  flush  sweeping  to  her 
cheeks  at  her  temerity. 

"Boy,"  he  completed.  "I'm  really  afraid 
I  never  will  grow  up." 

"Don't,"  she  advised. 

C  O  they  went  on  through  the  lunch,  just 
>J  getting  acquainted.  And  before  they 
parted  Gray  had  drawn  a  promise  from 
Fronda  to  go  for  an  auto  spin  the  next 
day.  In  three  days  they  had  met  three 
times,  in  point  of  progress  they  had  met 
a  hundred;  and  Catherine  knew  nothing 
of  it. 


Then  on  the  morning  of  the  fourth  day 
the  collar  button  rolled  under  the  bureau. 

Jack  Braund,  still  denied  the  compan- 
ionship of  Catherine,  who  had  really  gone 
to  pieces  over  the  episode  of  the  tramp, 
went  to  his  friend,  Philip  Gray,  seeking 
companionship.  "I've  come  to  ask  you  to 
dine  with  me  to-night,  old  chap." 

"All  right,  my  dear  boy,"  Gray  answer- 
ed. He  looked  sharply  into  Braund's  face. 
"You  look  tucked  up.  Jack.  Work? 
What's  the  matter?" 

Braund  took  a  turn  to  the  window,  then 
he  crossed  back  and  flung  himself  into  a 
chair. 

"Oh,  I  see,"  Gray  commented,  "a  woman 
eh?   What's  happened?" 

"Had  a  row — no,  not  a  row;  that  we 
might  have  settled.  I  behaved  like  a  fool, 
and  she  won't  see  me." 

"Well,  Jack,  it's  only  a  question  of  who 
can  stand  it  the  longer.    Don't  worry." 

Gray  lighted  a  cigar,  and  some  little 
devil  riding  astride  the  smoke  prompted 
him  to  ask:  "What  silly  thing  did  you  do 
— I  suppose  it's  the  girl  you're  engaged 
to?" 

"Last  Monday  night  I  let  her  stand  in 
the  rain  in  front  of  the  Belasco  Theatre 
after  everybody  had  gone  away,  while  I 
talked  play-writing,  and  drank  wine 
across  the  way  in  the  club." 

At  the  gasping  noise  from  Gray 
Braund  raised  his  eyes  from  the  floor, 
saying:  "What's  wrong,  Phil?" 

Gray  dropped  the  cigar  in  an  ash  trr,y, 
saying:  "Smoking — Doctor  told  me  to 
quit  it." 

"You  see,"  Braund  added,  "Khrone 
asked  me  to  step  across  during  the  last 
act  to  talk  about  a  play.  I  excused  my- 
self to  Miss  Laird,  and  forgot  the  passing 
of  time." 

A  cold  perspiration  broke  on  Gray's 
forehead.  "And — and,  what  happened?" 
His  lips  were  dry,  the  query  was  barely 
audible. 

"When  I  turned  up  she  had  gone;  Ihe 
door-keeper  told  me  she  had  driven  off 
in  a  taxi  with  another  man;  he  thought 
they  had  gone  to  the  Knickerbocker.  When 
I  managed  to  get  her  on  the  phone — 
which  was  yesterday  afternoon  for  the 
first  time,  she  said  she  had  been  taken 
home  by  a  friend,  but  that  she  hadn't 
seen  him  since." 

"And  you  are  very  much  in  love  with 
the  girl,  are  you,  Jack?" 

"I  feel  that  I  am  going  crazy;  I  can't 
stand  it.  Phil,  you  have  been  an  avoider 
of  women,  you  can't  understand  it.  A 
man  of  my  temperament  gives  his  very 
soul  into  the  possession  of  the  woman  he 
loves." 

"I  think  I  understand,"  Gray  said,  put- 
ting his  hand  on  the  other's  shoulder; 
"and  I'm  sure  that  it  will  come  all  right." 

"Don't  you  see,  Phil,  why  I  wanted  you 
to  dine  with  me  to-night?  Just  that  touch 
of  your  hand  on  my  shoulder  is  what  I 
need — strength." 

"I'll  be  with  you.  Jack." 

"Meet  me  at  the  Club  at  six-thirty, 
and  we'll  go  somewhere  to  eat." 

"And  it  will  be  our  last  dinner  together 
for  some  time,  old  boy;  to-morrow  I'm  go- 
ing West." 

"Going  West?  Thought  you  were  going 
to  stay  in  New  York  for  a  month?" 

"Changed  my  mind;  business;  must 
go." 

After  Braund  had  gone  Gray  lighted 
another  cigar.  "Even  had  to  lie  about 
that  grunt  of  surprise,"  he  confided  to  the 
cigar. 


He  sat  for  ten  minutes,  mentally  word- 
ing the  shattering  thing.  First  and  fore- 
most he  was  a  damned  sneak,  a  claim 
jumper — yes,  that  was  the  word;  Fronda 
was  Jack's  claim,  rich  beyond  count  in 
desirability;  and  he.  Jack's  friend — God! 
That  he  didn't  know  about  it  didn't  change 
the  results  any.  There  was  something 
horrible  in  the  knowledge  that  Fronda 
had  lied  to  Jack  about  seeing  the  man 
again;  somehow  that,  too,  seemed  his 
fault.  And  she  had  lied  to  him  about 
being  engaged,  told  this  straight  lie  with 
smiling  lips,  and  eyes  guileless.  And  she 
had  prepared  to  deceive  him,  for  she  had 
taken  the  engagement  ring  off  her  finger 
— there  was  no  doubt  about  that. 

Then  he  softened  about  Fronda;  not 
that  there  was  any  argument  in  her  favor 
— he  couldn't  think  of  one.  Perhaps  she 
had,  like  himself,  been  swept  into,  a  sud- 
den infatuation.  Gray  laughed  bitterly. 
His  first  effort  in  love,  and  he  had  made 
a  despicable  mess  of  it. 

HE  got  paper  and  pen  and  wrote  half- 
a-dozen  notes  to  "Miss  Laird,"  five 
going  into  the  waste  basket.  Recrimina- 
tion had  trickled  through  the  five  in  a 
gradually  attenuating  stream,  until  in  the 
sixth  there  was  none  of  it.  Just  that  Jack 
Braund,  his  friend,  had  told  him  that  his 
soul  was  in  Fronda's  keep;  that  person- 
ally he  could  understand  this,  three  days 
of  her  presence  had  taught  him  how  pos- 
sible this  might  be;  that  he  couldn't  keep 
the  engagement  made  with  her  for  that 
afternoon;  that  he  would  never  see  her 
ar.rain;  that  he  was  leaving  next  day  for 
the  west.  The  letter  went  by  a  messen- 
ger, addressed  to  "Miss  Fronda  Laird." 

It  was  twelve  o'clock  when  it  was  put  in 
Fronda's  hands.  Now  a  heart-broken  let- 
ter ordinarily  should  have  brought  tears 
from  the  recipient;  but  what  Catherine 
heard  was  a  peal  of  joyous  laughter,  and 
the  next  instant  Fronda's  arms  were 
about  her,  and  Fronda's  lips  were  on  her 
cheek. 

Catherine  pushed  the  excited  girl  away, 
saying:  "Now  tell  me." 

Fronda  thrust  the  letter  into  her  sis- 
ter's hand,  the  latter  read  it  with  puzzled 
eyes.  "What's  it  all  about?"  she  cried 
perplexedly;  "Is  the  man  crazy?  I  have 
no  engagement  with  him;  he  hasn't  even 
taken  the  trouble  to  find  out  if  I'm  alive." 
A  light  radiated  her  mind.  "Fronda !  you 
haven't — haven't — ?" 

"Yes,"  Fronda  nodded,  "I  have.  Isn't 
it  great?" 

"You've  made  a  fine  mess  of  it!  What 
did  you  do  it  for?" 

""To  save  you.  You'd  have  fallen  in 
love  with  that  man — any  woman  would." 

"Have  you?" 

"Rather." 

"But  now?" 

"Well,  that  shows  he's  in  love  with  me." 

"I  don't  understand  it.  How  will  it 
work  out?    He  thinks  you  are  me." 

"No,  he  thinks  you  are  me." 

Catiierine  waved  her  hands  in  perplex- 
ity. "What  are  you  going  to  do  about  it, 
Fronda?" 

"You've  got  to  make  it  up  with  Jack, 
Cathie." 

"Just  to  get  you  out  of  this  hole,  eh?" 

"I'll  get  Jack  on  the  phone  now  and  tell 
him,"  Fronda  declared. 

It  was  Braund  who  answered. 

"This  is  Fronda,  Jack;  and  Catherine 
hag  forgiven  you."  There  was  a  squeak 
Continued  on  page  69. 


The  Way  of  the  Smuggler 


By  J.  D.  Ronald 


Who  wrote  "The  Master  Smuggler,"  "The  Smuggler  and  His  Remarkable  Drum." 
Drawings    by     D.    G.     Howchin 


IT  IS  a  peculiar  weakness  of  human 
nature  that  in  ninety-nine  cases  out 
of  a  hundred  people  have  little  or  no 
compunction  about  cheating  the  Govern- 
ment revenues. 

Women  always  seem  to  have  the  idea 
that  a  pleasure  trip  across  the  line  be- 
tween   the    United 
States  and  Canada  ■ 
is    incomplete    un- 
less they  have  add-   " 
ed  to  it  the  zest  of 
smuggling   articles 
of  clothing.      They 

never  think  of  paying  duty  on  what 
they  buy  and  are  almost  always  highly 
indignant  when  called  upon  to  do  so. 
Summer  and  winter  this  smuggling  goes 
on  and  the  customs  officers  both  at  the 
frontier  and  on  the  trains  and  boats  have 
to  be  constantly  on  the  watch. 

So  consistently  insistent  are  the  ladies 
in  their  smuggling  operations  that  the 
customs  keeps  two  or  three  lady  experts 
always  on  the  move  where  International 
traffic  is  most  frequent.  These  lady  ex- 
perts move  about  unostentatiously.  They 
allow  a  month  or  so  to  lapse  between  their 
visits  to  various  points  then  some  fine  day 
when  the  boats  and  trains  are  crowded, 
the  ladies  on  board  find  themselves  herded 
like  sheep  into  a  fold  to  be  called  forth 
one  at  a  time  and  thoroughly  searched  for 
smuggled  goods.  Great  is  the  indignation 
and  many  and  hot  are  the  expletives 
hurled  at  the  lady  officer.  She  goes  about 
her  work  notwithstanding,  firm  but  cour- 
teous; and  the  results  are  always  very 
profitable  to  the  customs  revenue.  One 
of  these  women  experts  has  been  known 
to  take  in  almost  a  thousand  dollars  at  a 
single  raid.  The  materials  smuggled  in 
this  way  are  invariably  dutiable  at  35  per 
cent. 

Ladies  who  go  across  the  line  quite  slim 
return  full  of  bust  and  wide  of  hip.  Their 
usual  method  is  to  fill  their  corsets  with 
small  wares  such  as  gloves,  collars,  hand- 
kerchiefs, and  silk  stockings.  It  is  not 
infrequent  for  a  woman  to  have  on  three 
silk  blouses,  and  as  many  skirts,  while  to 
a  string  tied  around  her  waist  under- 
neath her  skirts  will  be  suspended  all 
manner  of  goods  from  dress  lencths,  rem- 
nants of  linen  to  high-class  millinery. 

To  thoroughly  search  a  ladv's  clothing 
is  quite  an  intricate  task.  Thev  cannot 
resent  as  an  indignity  being  searched  by 
one  of  their  own  sex.  They  protest  vigor- 
ously, however,  and  generally  the  strong- 
er the  protest  the  more  concealed  goods 
are  found. 

The  women  in  the  customs  department 
are  so  thoroughly  conversant  with  the 
methods  of  the  feminine  smuggler  that 
thev  can  tell  from  outward  appearance 
and  facial  expression  when  contraband 
is  being  carried. 

NOT  long  ago  a  special  officer  of  cus- 
toms en  route  from  Toronto  to  Buf- 
falo was  sitting  in  the  parlor  car  as  the 
train  stopped  at  the  Ambitious  City.  He 


noticed  five  well  dressed  ladies  board  the 
train.  They  came  and  took  seats  in  the 
car  across  the  aisle  from  him.  They  had 
all  the  appearance  of  refinement  and  were 
evidently  on  pleasure  bent  but  each  car- 
ried an  empty  suitcase.  Quite  frankly 
they  opened  the  suitcases  and  compared 
notes. 

"We  should  have  no  trouble  in  passing 
the  United  States  Customs  going  over," 
said  one,  a  robust  young  lady. 

"It's  coming  back  we'll  have  to  be  more 
careful,"  said  a  more  timid  one. 

"Here  is  the  way  I'll  fix  that,"  said 
a  third.  She  slipped  a  five-dollar  bill  out 
of  her  purse.  "That's  for  the  customs 
Johnnie  as  we  come  back,"  These  five 
were  society  women  in  Hamilton.  Their 
conversation  then  turned  to  what  they 
were  going  to  buy  in  Buffalo.  The  cus- 
tom's officer,  who  was  all  ears,  decided 
that  they  were  going  to  leave  quite  some 
considerable  Canadian  coin  behind  them 
in  Buffalo. 

When  passing  the  frontier  he  dropped 
off  the  train  for  a  moment  found  the 
Chief  Officer  of  the  Port  took  him  aboard 
and  pointed  the  ladies  out  to  him.  "Watch 
for  them  coming  back,"  he  directed. 

That  evening  on  the  six  o'clock  train 
the  five  shoppers,  tired  but  satisfied  flop- 
ped into  their  chairs  on  the  return  trip. 
They  were  very  much  surprised  at  the 
Canadian  border  when  a  customs  officer 
stepped  into  the  car  and  asked  that  all 
ladies  follow  him  to  the  waiting  room 
in  the  station.  In  the  waiting  room  they 
were  met  by  a  lady  oflScer  who  had  been 
called  to  that  point  during  the  day.  The 
officer  went  silently  but  systematically  to 
work. 

"This  is  an  absolute  outrage  for  re- 
spectable ladies  to  be  treated  this  way.  I 
am  going  to  have  my  husband  appeal  to 
the  Minister  of  Customs  at  Ottawa  and 
have  these  officials  dismissed,"  said  the 
young  lady  who  had  manipulated  the  five 
dollar  bill  in  the  morning. 

"You  will  please  step  this  way,"  said 
the  officer,  singling  her  out  for  the  first 
search. 

"I  have  absolutely  nothing  upon  me  and 
I  am  not  going  to  submit  to  any  such  in- 
dignity as  being  searched." 

"Bring  your  suitcase  and  come  this 
way,"  repeated  the  lady  officer.  "The 
train  leaves  in  fifteen  minutes.  If  I  am 
not  through  you  and  your  friends  re- 
main over  night" 


The  indignant  lady  weakened  at  this 
and  followed  protestingly  into  the  pri- 
vate room.  As  the  officer  ran  her  hands 
lightly  over  the  passenger's  clothing,  she 
discovered  no  end  of  stuff — millinery  or- 
naments, silk  stockings,  gloves,  ostrich 
feathers,  a  dozen  suits  of  silk  underwear, 
two  silk  skirts. 
When  she  was 
through  the  pas- 
■  senger  had  been 
stripped  almost  to 
the  skin.  From  her 
person  there  had 
actually  been  taken  over  two  hundred 
dollars'  worth  of  clothing.  The  suitcase 
yielded  about  fifty  dollars'  worth  more. 
The  duty  payable  on  this  day's  shopping 
amounted  to  about  seventy  dollars.  But 
— and  this  was  the  tragedy  of  it — the  in- 
dignant young  matron  had  been  so  confi- 
dent of  her  ability  to  get  by  the  Customs 
that  she  had  spent  all  her  money  in  the 
stores  and  had  not  a  cent  left  to  pay 
duty.    So  the  goods  were  confiscated. 

From  seven  other  ladies  in  the  car, 
all  of  whom  protested  volubly  that  they 
had  nothing,  about  eight  hundred  dollars' 
worth  of  goods  were  taken.  Not  one  of 
them  had  enough  money  left  to  pay  the 
duty.  The  goods  being  confiscated  meant 
that,  to  get  them  back,  the  owners  would 
have  to  pay  the  value  of  the  goods  plus 
the  duty.  So  that  was  a  pretty  expens- 
ive day's  shopping. 

IN  another  instance  a  young  lady  who 
had  been  to  New  York  taking  a  post 
graduate  course  in  nursing  at  the  comple- 
tion of  which  she  intended  to  get  married, 
put  on  a  new  pair  of  boots  when  she 
dressed  in  the  morning  before  crossing 
the  line.  She  was  proud  of  the  boots  and 
possibly  also  of  her  well-shod  ankles.  At 
any  rate  she  placed  her  feet  up  on  the 
seat  in  front  of  her  when  the  customs 
officer  came  along.  He  did  not  happen  to 
be  a  lady's  man  and  asked  her  promptly 
to  pay  duty  on  the  new  boots.  She  tossed 
her  head  hauerhtily  and  challenged  him  to 
take  them  off.  Off  they  came  in  a  jiffy. 
In  her  suitcases  there  was  about  two  hun- 
dred dollars'  worth  of  silk  hose,  under- 
wear and  furbelows.  She  had  no  money 
left  to  pay  the  duty;  and  so  lost  all  her 
trousseau  finery. 

The  facts  in  connection  with  customs 
work  lead  inevitably  to  the  conclusion 
that  women  are  gamblers  at  heart.  They 
will  risk  all  on  a  single  throw.  Knowing 
that  detection  means  the  confiscation  of 
the  goods  unless  thev  can  pay  the  amount 
of  the  duty,  thev  will  attempt  to  smuggle 
over  any  amount  and  any  manner  of  goods 
without  a  sou  markee  left.  This  does  not 
occur  in  isolated  cases.  It  is  occurring 
all  the  time. 

ABOUT  three  years  ago  the  ladies  in  a 
Western  Ontario  town,  adjoining  the 
border,  became  inoculated  with  the  pony 
coat  fad.  The  collector  of  customs  in  this 
town  noticed  the  number  of  ladies  wear- 


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ing  pony  coats  and 
asked  his  officers  if 
any  of  these  hand- 
some coats  had  been 
declared  for  duty  pur- 
poses.    The  reply  was 
in  the  negative.    That 
afternoon  a  reporter  for  the  local  paper 
called  on  the  collector  and  the  latter  gave 
it  out  casually  that  he  intended  holding  a 
reception    for    the    ladies    wearing    pony 
coats  in  his  town  on  the  following  Mon- 
day.     The    reporter    took    the    hint    and 
worded  his  announcement  in  such  a  way 
that  on  the  day  named  two  hundred  and 
fifty  ladies  called  on  the  collector  and  paid 
the  duty  on  their  coats  which  had  been 
purchased   in    Detroit.      They   all    apolo- 
gized   profusely. 

ONE  evening  not  long  ago  the  wife  of 
a  prominent  merchant  in  Toronto 
boarded  a  T.  H.  &  B.  train  in  Buffalo. 
She  had  her  arms  full  of  parcels  and  was 
accompanied  by  two  red-capped  station 
boys  loaded  with  all  they  could  carry.  She 
took  her  seat  in  the  parlor  car  and  care- 
fullv  hung  her  coat  over  the  back  of  the 
chair.  The  coat  reached  to  the  floor  and 
spread  around  the  sides  like  a  canopy. 
She  then  neatly  arranged  her  parcels  in 
a  complete  circle  around  the  bottom  of  her 
chair  so  that  the  coat  covered  them,  put 
the  remaining  two  or  three  at  her  back 
and  sat  down,  carefully  spreading  her 
skirts  so  as  to  conceal  the  front  of  her 
chair  and  feet.  When  she  was  thus  safely 
ensconced  she  resembled  a  plump  cluck- 
ing hen  sitting  on  a  nest  of  eggs.  But  in- 
stead of  chicks  she  hatched  troubles  out 
of  this  setting.  The  car  was  full  of  pas- 
sengers when  the  train  pulled  into  Bridge- 
burg  on  the  Canadian  side.  As  the  Cus- 
toms officer  approached  she  opened  her 
grip  and  tried  to  look  unconcernedly  out 
of  the  window.  The  officer  picked  up  the 
grip  at  the  same  time  brushing  the  coat 
from  the  back  of  the  chair.  This  dis- 
closed the  nest  of  parcels. 

"Madame,"  he  said,  "I  am  afraid  we 
will  have  to  ask  you  to  step  into  the 
office." 

"Me?"  she  said  looking  around  indig- 
nantly. 

"Yes,"  replied  the  officer,  "if  these  par- 
cels under  the  chair  belong  to  you,  you 
will  have  to  pay  duty  on  the  goods  they 
contain." 

"Parcels  under  my  chair!"  exclaimed 
the  woman,  hysterically.  "I  have  no  par- 
cels.     Somebody    must   have    put    them 


there.     They  are  not  mine.     I  would  not 
try  to  smuggle  anything." 

The  people  in  the  car,  who  had  seen 
her  place  them  there,  were  convulsed  with 
laughter.     The  Customs  officer  gathered 
up  the  parcels  and  in  doing  so  asked  the 
lady  to  stand  up.     She  obeyed  moving  to 
the  centre  of  the  aisle  and  as  she  did  so 
there  was  a  sound  of  cracking  glass.  The 
lady  screamed  and  jumped  to  one  side  and 
a  stream  of  silver  spoons  descended  on  the 
floor  of  the  car.    They  had  been  concealed 
underneath  her  skirts  together  with  some 
small  articles  of  cut  glass.     Thoroughly 
frightened  now,  she  was  taken  from  the 
train  to  the  customs  office  and  searched. 
The  services  of  a  stenographer  had  to 
be  enlisted  on  this  occasion.    It  was  really 
remarkable  the  quantity  of  goods  found 
on  this  woman.    She  had  everything  from 
cut  glass  and  silverware  to  side  combs  for 
her  hair.   Her  stockings 
were    full.      The    goods 
were  pinned  on  to  her 
skirt     and     underskirt, 
and  on  wearing  apparel 
still   closer  to  her  per- 
son.   She  had  spent  two 
days     shop- 
ping in   Buf- 
f  a  1  o  ;      and 
when  the  offi- 
cers     were 
through  with 
her    she    had 
been     fined 
close    to    five 
hundred   dol- 
lars. 

In     July 
four    ladies 
"  '   and  two  small 

children  took  the  Niagara  boat  for  Lewis- 
ton,  en  route  to  Buffalo.  They  had  no 
baggage  except  a  lunch  basket,  and  two 
lounge  cushions  which  the  children  used. 
They  went  to  Buffalo  and  did  a  bi<r  day's 
shopping,  having  quite  a  lot  of  goods  sent 
to  a  room  in  a  cheap  hotel  which  they 
had  taken  for  the  day.  In  the  room  the 
stuffing  of  the  cushions,  which  had  been 
made  up  of  old  newspapers,  was  removed, 
and  silk  underwear,  dresses,  hose,  shoes 
and  gloves,  in  all,  goods  to  value  of  two 
hundred  dollars,  inserted  in  its  place. 

As  the  party  approached  the  boat  at 
Lewiston  on  the  return  trip  the  children 
were  given  the  cushions  to  carry.  As 
they  were  rather  heavy  for  the  tots  to 
handle  the  children  dragged  the  cushions 
along  after  them.  The  party  found  a 
comfortable  place  on  deck  and  were  un- 
molested by  the  Customs  officers  on  the 
way  over.  They  reached  their  homes  in 
peace  and  quietness.  They  had  beaten  the 
customs  to  it,  as  hundreds  of  others  had 
done  before  them,  and  have  done  since. 
This  particular  scheme  was  an  ingenious 
one  but  it  would  not  work  again.  The 
Customs  heard  of  this  case  some  time  af- 
ter. It  was  too  late  to  take  any  action 
but  the  facts  were  verified  and  now  the 
officers  look  closely  at  all  pillows  that 
passengers  carry. 

THERE  is  a  little  boat  runs  from  San- 
dusky, Ohio,  to  Kingsville,  Ontario. 
Its  points  of  call  are  Leamington,  Kings- 
ville, Peele  Island,  and  Sandusky. 

This  boat  was  a  veritable  highway  for 
smuggling. 

One  day,  without  warning,  after  the 
boat  had  reached  the  Canadian  side  of 
the  boundary  line  which  cuts  through  the 
middle  of  Lake  Erie,  a  man  appeared  on 
deck  with  a  small  hand  grip.  He  opened 
it  and  took  out  a  cap  with  a  badge  "Can- 


ada Customs,"  thereon.  This  he  put  on 
his  head  and  proceeded  to  make  a  little 
speech.  The  deck  was  crowded  with  pas- 
sengers. He  told  them  that  he  had  en- 
joyed the  trip  across  in  the  morning 
splendidly.  It  had  been  a  beautiful  trip 
and  Cleveland  was  a  fine  place  to  shop  in. 

"But  you  know,  ladies  and  gentlemen," 
he  went  on.  "There  is  a  duty  to  be  paid 
on  all  goods  coming  into  Canada  from  the 
United  States,  I  have  to  ask  you  all  to 
come  forward  and  pay  the  duty  on  such 
goods  as  you  have  bought  in  Sandusky 
and  Cleveland  to-day," 

There  was  consternation  on  board  that 
boat.  The  women  and  men  crowded 
around  the  Customs  man  in  a  threaten- 
ing attitude.  But  there  he  stood  bland 
and  polite,  and  told  them  to  "come 
across."  The  men  swore  while  some  of 
the  women  grew  hysterical. 

"I  am  sorry,"  said  the  customs  officer, 
"that  you  feel  so  badly  about  this  matter. 
But  duty  must  be  done." 

He  signaled  the  captain  to  stop  the  boat. 
As  the  boat  slowed  down  and  came  to  a 
standstill,  almost  in  the  middle  of  Lake 
Erie,  a  big  burly  farmer  walked  up  to 
the  Custom's  officer  with  a  pair  of  shoes. 
"I  guess  we're  it,  friend,"  he  said.  "And 
there  is  no  use  of  making  a  fuss  about 
it.     How  much  duty  have  I  got  to  pay?" 

Just  as  the  farmer  spoke  four  women 
shied  their  parcels  at  the  Customs  officer's 
head.  Two  of  them  containing  boots  hit 
the  farmer.  One  stout  old  lady  approach- 
ed the  Customs  officer  and  asked  timidly: 
"I  can't  very  well  undress  on  board  the 
boat  and  all  the  clothing  I  have  on  is  new. 
I  have  no  money  left  to  pay  duty.  There 
are  several  other  ladies  in  the  same  posi- 
tion I  am.    What  are  we  going  to  do?" 

"You  and  your  lady  friends  stand  to  one 
side,"  replied  the  Customs  officer,  "and  I 
will  find  a  way  to  help  you  out." 

Stopping  the  boat  had  a  soothing  effect 
on  the  passengers.  They  began  to  come 
forward  meekly,  until  the  Customs  officer 
was  inundated  with  parcels  containing 
goods  of  various  descriptions.  He  col- 
lected close  to  five  hundred  dollars  that 
day  in  duties. 

THE  petty  smuggling  is  not  all  done 
by  the  ladies,  however.  The  men  do 
their  share ;  but  they  do  not  go  about  it  as 
smoothly  as  the  ladies. 

For  years  the  Customs  had  serious 
trouble  with  owners  of  automobiles  smug- 
gling tires  which  were  dutiable  at  thirty- 
five  per  cent.  Men  would  motor  across 
the  line  with  their  old  tires,  discard  the 
old  ones  and  replace  them  with  new  tires. 
Then  they  would  run  the  car  forty  or 
fifty  miles  before  returning  across  the  line 
thus  taking  the  new  appearance  off  the 
tires.  And  accordingly  at  the  frontier 
they  would  not  be  questioned. 

The  Customs  authorities  soon  became 
aware  of  this  practice  and,  to  stop  it, 
they  instituted  a  system  of  checking  all 
cars  out  by  serial  numbers.  The  motor 
of  each  car  has  its  factory  serial  number. 
So  have  all  parts  including  the  tires. 
Thus  they  were  able  to  ascertain  when 
new  tires  had  been  put  on. 

A  prominent  stock  and  financial  broker 
of  Toronto  devised  a  scheme  by  which  he 
expected  to  beat  this  system  of  identifica- 
tion. He  owned  a  large  six-cylinder  car, 
the  tires  of  which  cost  over  a  hundred 
dollars  apiece.  He  motored  to  Buffalo 
once  and  purchased  a  complete  new  out- 
fit of  tires,  including  a  "spare."  He  had 
the  serial  numbers  of  his  old  tires  cut  out 
and  vulcanized  into  the  new  ones.    Then, 


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after  a  long  spin,  he  got  by  the  Customs 
all  right  at  the  frontier.  The  new  tires 
were  covered  with  mud  and  the  numbers 
checked  in  O.K. 

Mr.  Broker  was  very  jubihxnt  over 
having  beaten  the  Customs,  and  one  night, 
when  he  had  been  drinking  too  many  high- 
balls, he  bubbled  the  story  to  a  group  of 
friends.  One  of  these  friends  knew  a 
Customs  officer  intimately.  On  another 
occasion  a  few  highballs  had  the  same 
effect  on  this  friend  and  the  Customs 
officer  got  the  whole  story. 

He  promptly  went  across  the  line,  and 
walked  into  the  repair  shop  where  the 
vulcanizing  had  been  done.  The  serial 
numbers  of  the  new  tires  were  still  lying 
on  the  workman's  bench.  The  Customs 
man  gathered  them  up,  went  to  the  office, 
asked  for  copies  of  the  invoices  covering 
the  tires  corresponding  with  the  numbers. 
He  got  them  and  returned  to  Toronto. 
He  lost  no  time  in  calling  at  the  office  of 
the  financial  broker,  and  "putting  it  up" 
to  him.  The  broker  denied  the  charge 
and  fussed  and  fumed  and  threatened 
and  swore.  But  the  Customs  man  sat 
pat.  He  held  five  aces,  to  wit,  the  serial 
numbers  of  the  new  tires. 

"Now,"  said  the  officer,  as  he  laid  his 
hand  out  on  his  side  of  the  desk,  "I  want 
seven  hundred  and  thirty-five  dollars 
from  you.  Otherwise  I  will  seize  your 
car."  The  car,  by  the  way,  was  standing 
at  the  door. 

"But  that  is  more  than  the  duty  on  the 
tires,"  protested  the  Broker. 

"It  is  the  value  of  the  tires  plus  the 
duty,"  returned  the  Customs  man.  "You 
are  fined  the  value  of  the  tires  for  being 
clever." 

The  Broker  swore  and  tore  and  threat- 
ened an  appeal  to  friends  in  the  Govern- 
ment. Finally,  however,  he  handed  the 
officer  a  cheque,  with  the  remark :  "Those 
were  d — d  expensive  tires.  This  puts  the 
price  over  twelve  hundred  dollars." 

ANOTHER  rich  man  in  Toronto,  a  re-  ^ 
tired  merchant,  tried  another  method 
of  securing  expensive  tires  without  paying 
the  United  States  price  plus  thirty-five 
per  cent.     He  was   in   Detroit 
on  other  business,  and  decided 
that  it  was  a  good  opportunity 
to  bring  in  a  couple  of  tires. 
He  bought  a  whole  section  in 
the  Pullman,  taking  upper  and 
lower  berth.    Then  he  had  the 
porter  put  the  tires  in  the  upper 
berth    and    close    it    up.      The 
colored  gentleman  in  charge  of 
the   car   was   a    dollar   ahead; 
but  he  lost  his  job  later. 

The  smuggler's  chauffeur 
met  him  at  the  train  on  his 
arrival  at  Toronto;  so  there 
was  no  trouble  getting  the 
tires  home.  Another  trip  to 
Detroit  followed  a  couple  of 
weeks  later  and  the  game 
was  repeated.  The  chauffeur 
thought  it  was  a  pretty  good 
joke.  He  told  somebody  else. 
That  somebody  else  repeated 
the  joke  and  before  long  it 
reached  the  ears  of  a  Customs 
officer. 

The  Customs  officer  ran  down  the 
facts,  found  the  car  where  it  was 
stored  in  a  garage,  and  put  it  under 
seizure. 

The  gentleman  who  owned  it  had 
proven  rather  elusive,  for  when  the  Cus- 
toms officer  had  called  to  see  him,  he 
could  not  be  found.  However,  the  car 
was  seized  at  ten  a.m.  and  at  ten  thirty 


the  owner  was  after  the  Customs  officer. 
He  was  in  an  apologetic  frame  of  mind 
and  carried  his  cheque  book  in  his  hand. 
He  wanted  to  know  how  much  he  had  to 
pay,  and  sighed  with  relief  when  told 
that  it  was  five  hundred  and  fifty  dollars. 
Like  the  Broker  he  remarked:  "Dashed 
expensive  tires."  They  had  cost  him  over 
eight  hundred  dollars. 

THE  sales  manager  of  an  automobile 
manufacturing  firm  in  Detroit,  wished 
to  establish  some  branch  agencies  in  On- 
tario. To  do  this  he  decided  to  send  a 
salesman  with  a  demonstrating  car 
through  the  Province;  but  he  did  not  want 
to  pay  duty  on  the  car  entering  Canada 
for  this  purpose.  So  he  hit  upon  the  idea 
of  sending  the  salesman  in  with  the  car 
under  a  tourist's  permit.  The  salesman 
started  out  in  September  with  his  demon- 
strating car,  and  started  through  the 
Provinces  establishing  agencies. 

It  is  strictly  contrary  to  law  to  use  an 
automobile  entered  under  a  tourist's  per- 
mit for  any  manner  of  business  whatever. 
But  this  did  not  worry  the  salesmanager. 
He  was  a  wiseacre.  At  the  expiration  of 
the  thirty  days  in  which  time  the  permit 
expired,  there  was  no  word  of  the  car  re- 
turning for  export  at  the  point  of  entry. 
Another  thirty  days  went  by  and  still  no 
word  of  the  car.  The  collector  who  had  is- 
sued the  permit  gave  the  facts  to  a  special 
officer  and  asked  him  to  look  up  the  car. 
This  officer  sent  out  an  S.O.S.  call  to  all 
the  collectors  of  Customs  in  Ontario,  giv- 
ing a  description  of  the  car,  the  license 
number  under  which  it  was  running,  and 
also  the  name  of  the  salesman  who  was 
driving  the  car.  He  received  information 
in  return  showing  that  many  agencies 
had  been  established  in  Ontario  by  this 
salesman,  but  there  was  no  word  of  the 
car. 

The  special  officer  hunted  high  and 
low  but  could  not  locate  that  car.  One 
day  in  December  he  had  business  in  a 
small  town  not  far  from  Toronto,  and  was 
walking  down  a  back  street.  Passing  a 
garage  he  chanced  to  look  in,  and  there 
sat  the  car.     The  Customs  officer  went 


into  the  garage,  asked  where  the  car 
came  from,  and  was  informed  that  the 
driver  had  been  stalled  in  that  town 
some  time  in  November  owing  to  bad 
weather  and  bad  roads  and  had  gone  on 
without  it. 

The  officer  gave  the  garage  owner  a 
receipt  for  the  car,  cranked  it  up,  and 
drove  it  forty  miles  into  Toronto  that 
afternoon.  Every  tire  was  punctured  dur- 
ing the  trip.  But  the  officer  stuck  to  his 
car  till  he  got  it  to  headquarters,  and 
safely  stored. 

Two  days  later  the  salesman  turned 
up  at  the  Custom  officer's  head  office  in 
Toronto  and  made  a  bluff  at  demanding 
the  release  of  his  car.  He  had  not  a  move 
on  the  board,  however.  When  he  denied 
establishing  agencies,  the  Customs  officer 
laid  the  evidence  before  him,  showing  him 
the  names  and  addresses  of  the  agents 
on  his  list.  He  "cussed"  the  Customs  up 
hill  and  down  dale,  but  his  car  ultimately 
was  forfeited. 

A  RICH  merchant  from  Vancouver, 
■^»-B.C.,  went  to  Detroit,  the  Mecca  of 
the  automobile  industry,  and  purchased  a 
high-class  car.  He  did  not  mind  paying 
four  thousand  dollars  for  it.  But  he 
balked  at  paying  fourteen  hundred  dollars 
duty  thereon.  He  was  coming  as  far  east 
as  Toronto.  The  automobile  manufac- 
turer who  sold  it  to  him  suggested  taking 
it  into  Canada  on  a  tourist's  permit. 

So,  the  new  owner  entered  the  car  on  a 
tourist  permit  at  Windsor,  and  drove  it  to 
Toronto;  and  there  the  car  disappeared. 
The  Customs  searched  for  the  car  for  a 
year,  and  finally  found  it  at  a  point  out- 
side of  Vancouver.  The  car  had  been 
shipped  from  London,  Ontario,  to  British 
Columbia.  The  owner  was  fined  double 
the  duty  on  the  car  in  this  case. 

A  MINISTER  of  the  gospel  in  a  small 
■'^■town  in  Manitoba,  not  far  from  the 
United  States  border  line  had  developed 
his  congregation  and  his  church,  to  the 
point  where  he  thought  they  could  afford 
a  high  class  organ  to  assist  them  in  their 
song  service.     Having  succeeded   in  col- 
lecting the  necessary  money  for  the  organ 
he    proceeded    to    Minneapolis    and    pur- 
chased the  instrument.    He  did  not  order 
it  shipped  to  his  town  in  Canada,  but  to 
a   small   town   across   the   border  about 
twenty  miles  away.    On  receiv- 
ing notice  that  the  organ  had 
arrived  at  its  destination,  this 
bright  young  parson  engaged  a 
Galician    farmer    to   team    the 
organ  from  the  station  where  it 
had   landed   across  the  border 
to  his  church.     This  manoeuvre 
was    successfully    carried    out 
and  the   instrument  was   duly 
installed.     It  became  the  pride 
of  the  congregation. 

The  question  of  how  the 
organ  had  been  carried  past  the  Canadian 
Customs  was  never  mooted.  The  wise  ones 
and  the  preacher  did  not  boast  about  their 
feat,  because  they  were  afraid  they  would 
have  to  put  up  the  duty,  if  the  organ 
were  discovered.  And  so  the  music 
swelled,  the  choir  sang,  the  preacher 
preached,  in  happiness  for  a  year.  The 
innovation  of  the  kist  of  whistles  had 
become  an  old  story. 

The  Galician  who  had  teamed  the 
organ  in  had  prospered  in  the  meantime. 
He  wanted  a  threshing  outfit  and  plow. 
This  rugged  farmer  did  not  know  much 
but  he  knew  there  was  a  duty  on  such 
articles  entering  Canada,  and  he  knew 


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that  the  ruse  used  with  the  organ  might 
be  tried  again.  So  he  gave  an  order  for 
his  threshing  outfit  to  be  shipped  to  the 
same  town  across  the  border  at  which 
the  organ  had  arrived.  Then  he  hitched 
up  his  traction  engine  and  treklced  the 
outfit  across  into  Canada  without  being 
molested. 

A  threshing  machine  salesman  heard 
of  the  new  outfit  that  had  been  acquired 
by  the  Galician  and  made  it  his  business 
to  see  if  the  duty  had  been  paid.  An  in- 
vestigation followed.  When  a  Customs 
special  officer  called  on  the  Galician,  that 
individual  was  mad  enough  to  boot  him 
off  the  premises. 

"To  hell  mit  your  Customs!"  he  said. 
"I  am  not  going  to  pay  any  duty.  I  have 
paid  enough  for  the  outfit  now." 

THE  Customs  officer  explained  quietly 
that  it  was  the  law  of  the  country  that 
duty  should  be  collected,  and  that  the 
Government  required  money  to  assist  the 
farmers  in  developing  the  country.  "That 
be  d d  nice  for  a  yarn!"  replied  the 


Galician.  "You  go  after  us  poor  farmers 
for  duty  when  we  run  our  machine  across 
the  line,  but  you  let  the  Sky  Pilot  bring 
the  Hurdy  Gurdy  for  his  church  for 
nothing." 

"What  Sky  Pilot?  What  Hurdy  Gur- 
dy?" demanded  the  Customs  man. 

The  Galician  was  thoroughly  mad  now 
and  proceeded  to  tell  the  whole  story.  "I 
teamed  it  across  for  him  and  all  he  gave 
me  was  a  kind  look,"  he  concluded. 

"Was  he  with  you  when  you  teamed  it 
across?"  asked  the  Customs  officer. 

"Sure  thing  he  was,"  replied  the  farm- 
er. 

"Well,  I'll  attend  to  him,"  replied  the 
Customs  officer,  "in  the  meantime  you 
settle  for  your  threshing  outfit." 

"I'll  drive  over  dere  mit  you,"  replied 
the  Galician.  "And  see  you  make  him 
pay  the  duty  on  dat  hurdy  gurdy.  When 
you  do,  I  pay  up  what  I  owe.  Cause  I 
don't  believe  you  make  him  pay." 

"Come  on,"  said  the  Customs  officer, 
"I'll  go  you." 

Together  they  drove  some  eight  miles. 


and  found  the  parson  at  home.  The  Cus- 
toms officer  presented  his  card.  The  man 
of  God  went  white  and  then  turned  very 
red.  Finally,  however,  he  pulled  himself 
together,  said  with  admirable  sang- 
froid: "I  believe  the  matter  of  duty  on 
that  organ  was  overlooked.  How  much 
will  it  be?" 

The  invoice  of  the  organ  was  produced. 
The  Customs  officer  named  the  amount — 
a  couple  of  hundred  dollars.  The  Parson 
excused  himself,  ran  over  to  a  neighbor's 
house  and  returned  in  a  few  minutes  with 
the  money. 

The  Customs  officer- let  him  down  easy. 
He  did  not  fine  him.  ; 

The  Galician  chuckled  all  the  way  back 
home.  Arriving  there  he  went  down  into 
his  trunk,  fished  up  a  roll  of  bills  like  a 
young  stove  pipe,  and  paid  the  Customs 
officer  the  duty  on  his  threshing  outfit.  He 
did  it  cheerfully. 

"Canadian  law  is  good,"  he  said  to  the 
Customs  officer.  "It  is  great.  It  is — how 
you  say  dat? — no  respecter  of  persons." 


Wind — and  the  Dust  of  Death 


By  MAIN  JOHNSON 


0/   all  the  playmates   Willie   Proctor   had 

His  javorite  was  the  "Wind. 

Tie  lilted  it  to  caress  him,  to  How  upon  Ms  cheeks. 

Or,  better  still. 

To  tousle  all  his  curly  hair. 

Bis  mother  noticed   Mm 

More  vihrant. 

Much   more  zestful 

On    those  days    when    the   wind 

Blew  hard. 

Young  Proctor  was  hrouqht  up  among  the  foothills  of  the  Rockies, 

Where   his   father   owned   a   ranch. 

The  lad,  when  ten  years  old. 

Was   riding  fiery   cayuses. 

Which  other  children  feared. 

When   he  toas  old  enough,  h^  took   to  motor  cars. 

And    frightened   men   and   beasts   alike, 

By  tearino  over  the  sunbaked  trails. 

As  fast  and  heedless  as  the  wind  that  he  adored. 

When   William    was    eighteen. 

Bis  father  died. 

He  and   his  mother  left  the  ranch. 

Built    a   secluded   bungalow    on    the   mountain   slopes, 

And    thgre    lived    quiet    lives. 

In   August   of   the   fateful   year. 

There  came  the  War. 

His  mother  shuddered. 

And  began  to  steel  herself  for  what  she  felt  must  come. 

Uer  son,  she   knew. 

Would  go. 

And,   with   true   mother's  instinct. 

She   knew,   beyond  a  doubt. 

The  branch  of  warfare  he  would  choose. 

It  happened  in  September ; 

"I  think  I'll  take  a   little  trip   to   Europe," 

William   said,   quite  casually   one  night. 

As  he  was  straightening  pictures  on  the  wall, 

"Into   the  flying   service,  I  suppose. 

You   know,   I    always   liked   the  wind." 

Within  six  months,  his  mother  read  his  exploits  in  the  daily  press. 

Somewhere    in    France, 

Be  was  flying. 

Flying  with  such   vim  and  such  abandon. 

That   honors  showered   upon   him. 

The  next  news  that  his  mother  read. 

As   she  sat    beneath   the   mountain   skies. 

In  the  greenish  yellow  springtime  of  the  mountain  woods,     * 

Was  the  story  of  Ms  death. 

His   death  among  The  clouds, 

A    death  in   company   vAth   his  friend,   the  Wind. 

She  cabled   to   Europe, 

Asking  the  cremation   of  the  body  of  her  son. 

The  ashes   to   be  sent   her 

In  an  \im, 

•  *  •  •  • 

.After  two  months,  there  arrived  at  the  bungalow. 

On   the  forest  sprinkled  slopes. 

The  Sacred   Box. 

That  very  afternoon,  the  mother   left   the  house. 

And   started   on   an   upward  climb. 

The  way  teas  steep; 

Huge  boulders   barred  the  path. 

And  jagged  fissures  lay  agape. 

The  spume  of  rapids  drenched  the  rocky  trail. 

A   porcupine  slunk  back  behind  a  ledge  of  stone. 

And  a  shrill-voiced  marmot. 

Invisible   on   some   far   peak,   whistled 

Lonesomely. 

In  the  early  stages  of  her  climb,  the  woman  was  depressed. 


At  last,  she  gained  access 

To   open,   lofty  spaces. 

A  wind, 

Oentle,  silent  and  caressing. 

Began   to    blow   aI)out   her   hair. 

Her  face  brightened:  fatigue  fell  from   her  side. 

More  tightly  still  she  pressed  the  Box. 

.is   she  clambered   up,    the  wind   grew   gusty. 

The  woman   seemed   intoxicated   with    its   inspiriting    breath. 

.And   then — the  mountain   peak. 

The   top-ledge   of   the   tcortd! 

As   she  reached  it,  first   her  hair 

And   then   her  face 

Were   bathed  in  crimson  from  the  sun, 

linking  sloicly  through  a  valley. 

In  the  red  and  piirple  west. 

Scarce  fifty  feet   above   her. 

White  foamy  clouds  raced  past. 

On   her  foreheaa  she  could  feel   their  dampness. 

Like  a  mist. 

The  wind  grew   to   a   storm; 

It  wrenched  away   the  golden   pin   that   had  confined   her  tie. 

The  silken  ends  flew  out,  straight  from  the  collar. 

Pulling  and   tugffing  in   the  gale. 

This  teas  her  waited   omen. 

The  god   of  Speed, 

The  Wind-god, 

Adored   One  of  her  son  in  life  and  death, 

Was  close  at  hand. 

And  tcith  his  coming,  so  it  seemed  to  her. 

Came  mystic  music  of  the  air. 

Mooning  and  chanting. 

Sighing,  singing, 

Oioom  and  melody.    .. 

She   bowed    her   head   in   worship; 

And   then   undid   the  Box,  and   took   therefrom 

A    simple  Urn. 

Slowly,  tcith  slowness  infinite. 

She  lifted  off  the  lid. 

And  put   her  hand   toithin. 

Near   the   top. 

She  felt 

A   fine,   soft   dust. 

Blackness   of   agony   blotted   all   her  face. 

Black,    gripping    plack,    the    Black    of    Death ! 

Hut  then  once  more  she  heard 

The  singing   of   the  winds. 

She  felt  again  the  rousing  flip-flap  of  her   tie. 

No   more   despair ! 

Exultant    triumph   now  I 

Again    her    hand   went    down   into    the    Urn, 
And,   this   time. 

Her  fingers  closed  upon  a  handful  of  the  dust. 
She   dretv  it  forth,  and,  for  a  moment,  held   her  arm 
Outstretched. 

The  music,  for  an  instant,  ceased. 
The  very   ivorld   stopped   in   its   course. 
And  all  that  is 
Was  s  till- 
Then,  peal  on  peal. 
Burst  forth  a  glorious  symphony. 
As   thousand   times   ten    thousand   winds 
Marched  past! 

Shouting, 

She  opened  wide  her  hand. 

The   dust   leaped   out,  and   swirled   auay    over   the  abyss. 

Midmost  in   one  vast  maelstrom, 


The  Gun  Brand 

A  Story  of  the  North 
By  James  B.  Hendryx 

Author  of  "Marquard  the  Silent,"  "The  Promise,"  etc. 
Illustrated    by    Harry    C.     Edwards 


CHAPTER  XX— Continued. 

SILENT  and  gray  and  deserted  loomed 
the  barrier  so  cunningly  devised  as 
to  be  almost  indistinguishable  at  a 
distance  of  fifty  yards.  Snow  lay  upon 
the  top  of  the  barrier,  and  vertical  ridges 
of  snow  clung  to  the  crevices  of  the  up- 
standing palings. 

A  half-hour  passed,  while  the  two  men 
remained  motionless,  and  then,  satisfied 
that  the  fort  was  unoccupied,  they  step- 
ped cautiously  from  the  shelter  of  their 
tree.  The  next  instant,  loud  and  clear, 
shattering  the  intense  silence  with  one 
sharp  explosion  of  sound,  rang  a  shot. 
And  Corporal  Ripley,  who  was  following 
close  at  the  heels  of  MacNair,  staggered, 
clawed  wildly  for  the  butt  of  his  service 
revolver  which  protruded  from  its  hol- 
ster, and,  with  an  imprecation  on  his  lips 
that  ended  in  an  unintelligible  snarl, 
crashed  headlong  into  the  snow. 

MacNair  whirled  as  if  upon  a  pivot, 
and  with  hardly  a  glance  at  the  prostrate 
form,  dashed  over  the  back-trail  with  the 
curious  lumbering  strides  of  the  man  who 
would  hurry  on  rackets.  He  had  jerk- 
ed off  his  heavy  mitten  at  the  sound  of 
the  first  shot,  and  his  bared  hand  clutch- 
ed firmly  the  butt  of  the  blue-black  auto- 
matic. A  spruce-branch,  suddenly  reliev- 
ed of  its  snow,  sprang  upward  with  a 
swish,  thirty  yards  away.  MacNair  fir- 
ed three  shots  in  rapid  succession. 

THERE  was  no  answering  shot,  and  he 
leaped  forward,  charging  directly  to- 
ward the  tree  that  concealed  the  hidden 
foe  before  the  man  could  reload;  for  by 
the  roar  of  its  discharge,  MacNair  knew 
that  the  weapon  was  an  old  Hudson  Bay 
muzzle-loading  smoothbore — a  primitive 
weapon  of  the  old  north,  but  in  the  hands 
of  an  Indian,  a  weapon  of  terrible  execu- 
tion at  short  range,  where  a  roughly 
molded  bullet  or  a  slug  rudely  hammered 
from  the  solder  melted  from  old  tin  cans 
tears  its  way  through  the  flesh,  driven  by 
three  fingers  of  black  powder. 

Near  the  tree  MacNair  found  the  gun 
where  its  owner  had  hurled  it  into  the 
snow — found  also  the  tracks  of  a  pair  of 
snowshoes,  which  headed  into  the  heart  of 
the  black  spruce  swamp.  The  tracks  show- 
ed at  a  glance  that  the  lurking  assassin 
was  an  Indian,  that  he  was  traveling 
light,  and  that  the  chance  of  running  him 
down  was  extremely  remote.  Whereup- 
on MacNair  returned  his  automatic  to  its 
holster  and  bethought  himself  of  Ripley, 
who  was  lying  back  by  the  stockade  with 
his  face  buried  in  the  snow. 

Swiftly  he  retraced  his  steps,  and, 
kneeling  beside  the  wounded  man,  raised 
him  from  the  snow.  Blood  oozed  from 
the  corners  of  the  officer's  lips,  and,  ming- 
ling with  the  snow,  formed  a  red  slush 
which  clung  to  the  boyish  cheek.     With 


his  knife  MacNair  cut  through  the  cloth- 
ing and  disclosed  an  ugly  hole  below  the 
right  shoulder-blade.  He  bound  up  the 
wound,  plugging  the  hole  with  suet  chew- 
ed from  a  lump  which  he  carried  in  his 
pocket.  Leaving  Ripley  upon  his  face  to 
prevent  strangulation  from  the  blood  in 
his  throat,  he  hastened  to  the  camp  on  the 
shore  of  the  lake,  harnessed  the  dogs,  and 
returned  to  the  prostrate  man ;  it  was  the 
work  of  a  few  moments  to  bind  him  se- 
curely upon  the  sled.  Skilfully  MacNair 
guided  his  dogs  through  the  maze  of  the 
black  spruce  swamp,  and  throv/ing  cau- 
tion to  the  winds,  crossed  the  lake,  struck 
i'to  the  timber,  and  headed  straight  for 
Chine  Elliston's  school. 

IN  the  living-room  of  the  little  cottage 
on  the  Yellow  Knife,  Harriet  Penny 
and  Mary,  the  Louchoux  girl,  sat  sewing, 
while  Chloe  Elliston,  with  chair  pulled 
close  to  the  table,  read  by  the  light  of 
an  oil-lamp  from  a  year-old  magazine.  If 
the  Louchoux  girl  failed  to  follow  the  in- 
tricacies of  the  plot,  an  observer  would 
scarcely  have  known  it.  Nor  would  he 
have  guessed  that  less  than  two  short 
months  before  this  girl  had  been  a  skin- 
clad  native  of  the  north  who  had  mushed 
for  thirty  days  unattended  through  the 
heart  of  the  barren  grounds.  So  marvel- 
ously  had  the  girl  improved  and  so  dex- 
terously had  she  applied  her  needle,  that 
save  for  the  beaded  moccasins  upon  her 
feet,  her  clothing  differed  in  no  essential 
detail  from  that  of  Chloe  Elliston  or  of 
Harriet  Penny. 

Chloe  paused  in  her  reading,  and  the 
three  occupants  of  the  little  room  stared 
inquiringly  into  each  other's  faces  as  a 
rough-voiced  "Whoa!"  sounded  from  be- 
vond  the  door.  A  moment  of  silence  fol- 
lowed the  command,  and  then  came  the 
sounds  of  a  heavy  footfall  upon  the  ver- 
anda. The  Louchoux  girl  sprang  to  the 
door,  and  as  she  threw  it  open  the  yellow 
lamp-lieht  threw  into  bold  relief  the  huge 
figure  of  a  man,  who,  bearing  a  blanket- 
wrapped  form  in  his  arms,  staggered  into 
the  room,  and,  without  a  word,  deposited 
his  burden  upon  the  floor.  The  man  look- 
ed up,  and  Chloe  Elliston  started  back 
with  an  exclamation  of  angry  amazement. 
The  man  was  Bob  MacNair!  And  Chloe 
noticed  that  the  Louchoux  girl,  after  one 
terrified  glance  into  his  face,  fled  incon- 
tinentlv  to  the  kitchen. 

"You!  You!"  cried  Chloe,  groping  for 
words. 

The  man  interrupted  her  gruffly.  "This 
is  no  time  to  talk.  Corporal  Ripley  has 
been  shot.  For  three  days  I  have  burned 
up  the  snow  getting  him  here.  He's  hard 
hit,  but  the  bleeding  has  stopped,  and  a 
good  bed  and  good  nursing  will  pull  him 
through." 

As  he  snapped  out  the  words,  MacNair 
busied  himself  in  removing  the  wounded 


SYNOPSIS.— CAJoe  Elliston,  inherit- 
ing   the    love    of    adventure    and    am- 
bitious  to   emulate  her  famous  grand- 
father,    "Tiger"     Elliston,     who     had 
played  a  big  part  in  the  civilizing  of 
Malaysia,  sets  out  for  the  Far  North 
to    establish    a    school    and    bring    the 
light  of  education  to  the  Indians  and 
breeds  of  the  Athabasca  country.    Ac- 
companied   by    a    companion,    Harriet 
Penny,  and  a  Swedish  maid,  Big  Lena, 
she  arrives  at  Athabasca  Landing  and 
engages  transportation  on   one  of  the 
scows  of  Pierre  Lapierre,  an  indepen- 
dent trader.    Vermilion,  the  boss  scow- 
man,  decides  to  kidnap  the  party  and 
hold    them    to    ransom;    but    Lapierre, 
getting  wind  of   his  plans,  interrupts 
them    at    a    vital    moment,    kills    Ver- 
milion,  and   rescues    the   girl.    Predis- 
posed in  his  favor,  ^he  accepts  him  as 
her  mentor  in  the  wilderness,  believing 
all   he    tells   her,   especially   about   one 
Robert    MacNair,    another    free-trader 
whom  Lapierre  saddles  with  a  most  vil- 
lainous reputation  and   the   epithet  of 
"Brute."    .  On  Lapierre's  advice  Chloe 
establishes    herself    at    the    mouth    of 
the  Yellow  Knife  River  on  Great  Slave 
Lake,  and  starts  to  building  her  school, 
et  cetera.    Then  Brute  MacNair  turns 
up  and  warns  her  to  leave  his  Indians 
alone.   She  defies  him,  and  later  starts 
to    his   post    on   Snare   Lake.    Meeting 
MacNair    just    before    she    gets    there, 
they    have    an    interview,    which    ends 
when    Lapierre,    appearing     suddenly, 
shoots    MacNair.     Chloe,    in    spite    of 
Lapierre's  protest,   takes   the  wounded 
man    to    her    place    and    nurses    him. 
MacNair's    Indians    attack    the    school 
and  he  returns  with  them.    While  he  is 
away  on  a  hunting  trip,  Lapierre  sends 
his    accomplice,    Lefroy,    to    give    the 
Indians     whisky,     making     them     all 
drunk,   during   which    they    burn    their 
own  cabins  and  MacNair's  storehouse. 
Lapierre    arranges    it    so    that    Chloe 
shall  witness  the  debauch  from  a  dis- 
tance, under  the  impression  that  Mac- 
Nair   is    to    blame.     MacNair,    furious 
at    this   outrage,   returns   and  declares 
that   now   he  will   camp   on  Lapierre's 
trail   till  he   gets   him;    but   an  officer 
of  the  Mounted  happening  along,  Chloe 
charges   MacNair  with   all    the   crimes 
Lapierre     is     really     guilty     of,     but 
which,    with    remarkable    cunning,    he 
has    convinced    Chloe    are    MacNair's. 
MacNair  is  arrested,  but  Lapierre,  in 
attempting    to    manufacture    evidence 
against  him,  overreaches  himself,  and 
two  of  his  men  are  captured.    Believ- 
ing they  have  been  betrayed  by  their 
master,    the    prisoners    confess    every- 
thing, and  MacNair  is  released.    With 
an  officer  of  the  Mounted  he  goes  to 
Lapierre's  stronghold. 


man's  blankets  and  outer  garments.  Chloe 
gave  some  hurried  orders  to  Big  Lena, 
and  followed  MacNair  into  her  own  room, 
where  he  laid  the  wounded  man  upon  her 
bed — the  same  he,  himself,  had  once  oc- 
cupied while  recovering  from  the  effect 
of  Lapierre's  bullet.  Then  he  straighten- 
ed and  faced  Chloe,  who  stood  regarding 
him  with  flashing  eyes. 

"So  you  did  get  away  from  him  after 
all?"  she  said,  "and  when  he  followed 
you,  you  shot  him !  Just  a  boy — and  you 
shot  him  in  the  back!"  The  voice  trem- 
bled with  the  scorn  of  her  words.  Mac- 
Nair pushed  roughly  past  her. 

"Don't  be  a  damn  fool!"  he  growled, 
and  called  over  his  shoulder :  "Better  rest 
him  up  for  three  or  four  days,  and  send 
him  down  to  Fort  Resolution.  He'll  stand 
the  trip  all  right  by  that  time,  and  the 
doctor  may  want  to  poke  around  for  that 


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bullet."  Suddenly  he  whirled  and  faced 
her.  "Where  is  Lapierre?"  The  words 
were  a  snarl. 

"So  you  want  to  kill  him,  too?  Do  you 
think  I  would  tell  you  if  I  knew?  You — 
you  murderer!  Oh,  if  I — "  But  the  sen- 
tence was  cut  short  by  the  loud  banging  of 
the  door.  MacNair  had  returned  into 
the  night. 

An  hour  later,  when  she  and  Big  Lena 
quitted  the  bedroom,  Corporal  Ripley  was 
breathing  easily.  Her  thoughts  turned 
at  once  to  the  Louchoux  girl.  She  recall- 
ed the  look  of  terror  that  had  crept  into 
the  girl's  eyes  as  she  gazed  into  the  up- 
turned face  of  MacNair.  With  the  force 
of  a  blow  a  thought  flashed  through  her 
brain,  and  she  clutched  at  the  edge  of  the 
table  for  support.  What  was  it  the  girl 
had  told  her  about-the  man  who  had  de- 
ceived her  into  believing  she  was  his  wife? 
He  was  a  free-trader!  MacNair  was  a 
free-trader!     Could  it  be 

"No,  no!"  she  gasped — ^"and  yet — " 

With  an  effort  she  crossed  to  the  door 
of  the  girl's  room  and,  pushing  it  open, 
entered  to  find  her  cowering  wide-eyed 
between  her  blankets.  The  sight  of  the 
beautiful,  terrorized  face  did  not  need 
the  corroboration  of  the  low,  half-moaned 
words,  "Oh,  please,  please  don't  let  him 
get  me!"  to  tell  Chloe  that  her  worst  fears 
were  realized. 

"Do  not  be  afraid,  my  dear,"  she  fal- 
tered. "He  cannot  harm  you  now,"  and 
hurriedly  closing  the  door,  staggered 
across  the  living-room,  threw  herself  into 
a  chair  beside  the  table,  and  buried  her 
face  in  her  arms. 

Harriet  Penny  opened  her  door  and 
glanced  timidly  out  at  the  still  figure  of 
the  girl,  and,  deciding  it  were  the  better 
part  of  prudence  not  to  intrude,  noise- 
lessly closed  her  door.  Hours  later.  Big 
Lena,  entering  from  the  kitchen,  regard- 
ed her  mistress  with  a  long  vacant-faced 
stare,  and  returned  again  to  the  kitchen. 
All  through  the  night  Chloe  dozed  fitful- 
ly beside  the  table,  but  for  the  most  part 
she  was  widely — painfully — awake.  Bit- 
terly she  reproached  herself.  Only  she 
knew  the  pain  the  discovery  of  MacNair's 
treachery  had  caused  her.  And  only  she 
knew  why  the  discovery  had  caused  her 
pain. 

Always  she  had  believed  she  had  hated 
this  man.  By  all  standards,  she  should 
hate  him!  This  great,  elemental  brute  of 
the  north  who  had  first  attempted  to  ig- 
nore, and  later  to  ridicule  and  to  bully 
her.  This  man  who  ruled  his  Indians  with 
a  rod  of  iron,  who  allowed  them  full  li- 
cense in  their  debauchery,  and  then  shot 
them  down  in  cold  blood,  who  shot  a  boy 
in  the  back  while  in  the  act  of  doing  his 
duty,  and  who  had  called  her  a  "damn 
fool"  in  her  own  house,  and  was  even  then 
off  on  the  trail  of  another  man  he  had 
sworn  to  kill  on  sight.  By  all  the  laws 
of  justice,  equity,  and  decency,  she  should 
hate  this  man!  She  was  conscious  of  no 
other  feeling  toward  him  than  a  burning, 
unquenchable  hate.  And  yet,  deep  down 
in  her  heart  she  knew — by  the  pain  of 
her  discovery  of  his  treachery — she  knew 
she  loved  him,  and  utterly  she  despised 
herself  that  she  could  be  so. 

Daylight  softly  dimmed  the  yellow 
lamplight  of  the  room.  The  girl  arose, 
and  after  a  hurried  glance  at  the  sleep- 
ing Ripley,  bathed  her  eyes  in  cold  water 
and  passed  into  the  kitchen,  where  Big 
Lena  was  busy  in  the  preparation  of 
breakfast. 

"Send  Lefroy  to  me  at  once!"  she  or- 


dered, and  five  minutes  later,  when  the 
man  stood  before  her,  she  ordered  him  to 
summon  all  of  MacNair's  Indians. 

The  man  shifted,  his  weight  uneasily 
from  one  foot  to  the  other  as  he  faced  her 
upon  the  tiny  veranda.  "MacNair  In- 
juns," he  answered,  "dem  gon'  las'  night. 
Dem  gon'  'long  wit'  MacNair.  Heem  gon' 
for  hunt  Pierre  Lapierre!" 

CHAPTER   XXI. 

LAPIERRE     PAYS    A    VISIT. 

T  T  P  on  Snare  Lake  the  men  to  whom 
^  Lapierre  had  passed  the  word  had 
taken  possesion  of  MacNair's  burned  and 
abandoned  fort,  and  there  the  leader  had 
joined  them  after  stopping  at  Fort  Mc- 
Murray  to  tip  off  to  Ripley  and  Craig 
the  bit  of  evidence  that  he  hoped  would 
clinch  the  case  against  MacNair.  More 
men  joined  the  Snare  Lake  stampede — 
flat-faced  breeds  from  the  lower  Mac- 
kenzie, evil-visaged  rivermen  from  the 
country  of  the  Athabasca  and  the  Slave, 
and  the  renegade  white  men  who  were 
Lapierre's  underlings. 

By  dog-train  and  on  foot  they  came, 
dragging  their  outfits  behind  them,  and 
in  the  eyes  of  each  was  the  gleam  of 
the  greed  of  gold.  The  few  cabins  which 
had  escaped  the  conflagration  had  been 
pre-empted  by  the  first-comers,  while  the 
later  arrivals  pitched  their  tents  and 
shelter  traps  close  against  the  logs  of  the 
unburned  portion  of  MacNair's  stockade. 
At  the  time  of  Lapierre's  arrival  the 
colony  had  assumed  the  aspect  of  a  typi- 
cal gold  camp.  The  drifted  snow  had 
been  removed  from  MacNair's  diggings, 
and  the  night-fires  had  thawed  out  the 
gravel  glared  red  and  illuminated  the 
clearing  with  a  ruddy  glow  in  which  the 
dumps  loomed  black  and  ugly,  like  unclean 
wens  upon  the  white  surface  of  the 
trampled  snow. 

Lapierre,  a  master  of  organization, 
saw  almost  at  the  moment  of  his  arrival 
that  the  gold-camp  system  of  two-man 
partnerships  could  be  vastly  improved 
upon.  Therefore,  he  formed  the  men  into 
shifts;  eight  hours  in  the  gravel  and  tend- 
ing the  fires,  eight  hours  chopping  cord- 
wood  and  digging  in  the  ruins  of  Mac- 
Nair's storehouse  for  the  remains  of  un- 
burned grub,  and  eight  hours'  rest.  Al- 
ways night  and  day,  the  seemingly  tire- 
less leader  moved  about  the  camp  encour- 
aging, cursing,  bullying,  urging;  forcing 
the  utmost  atom  of  man-power  into  the 
channels  of  greatest  efficiency.  For  well 
the  quarter-breed  knew  that  his  tenure  of 
the  Snare  Lake  diggings  was  a  tenure 
wholly  by  sufferance  of  circumstances  — 
circumstances  over  which  he,  Lapierre, 
had  no  control. 

With  MacNair  s.^.fely  lodged  in  the 
Fort  Saskatchewan  jail,  he  felt  safe  from 
interference,  at  least  until  late  in  the 
spring.  This  would  allow  plenty  of  time 
for  the  melting  snows  to  furnish  the 
water  necessary  for  the  cleaning  up  of 
the  dumps.  After  that  the  fate  of  his 
colony  hung  upon  the  decision  of  a  judge 
somewhere  down  in  the  provinces.  Thus 
Lapierre  crowded  his  men  to  the  utmost 
and  the  increasing  size  of  the  black  dump- 
heaps  bespoke  a  record-breaking  clean-up 
when  the  waters  of  the  melting  snow 
should  be  turned  into  sluices  in  the 
spring. 

WITH  his  mind  easy  in  his  fancied  se- 
curity, and  in  order  that  every  mo- 
ment of  time  and  every  ounce  of  man- 


power should  be  devoted  to  the  digging  of 
gold,  Lapierre  had  neglected  to  bring  his 
rifles  and  ammunition  from  the  Lac  du 
Mort  rendezvous  and  from  the  storehouse 
of  Chloe  Elliston's  school.  An  omission 
for  which  he  cursed  himself  roundly  upon 
an  evening  early  in  February  when  an 
Indian-,  gaunt  and  wide-eyed  from  the 
strain  of  a  forced  snow-trail,  staggered 
from  the  black  shadow  of  the  bush  into 
the  glare  of  the  blazing  night-fires,  and 
in  a  frenzied  gibberish  of  jargon  pro- 
claimed that  Bob  MacNair  had  returned 
to  the  northland.  And  not  only  that  he 
had  returned,  but  had  visited  Lac  du  Mort 
in  company  with  a  man  of  the  Mounted. 
At  first  Lapierre  flatly  refused  to  credit 
the  Indian's  yarn,  but  when  upon  pain 
of  death  the  man  refused  to  alter  his 
statement,  and  added  the  information 
that  he  himself  had  fired  at  MacNair 
from  the  shelter  of  a  snow-ridden  spruce, 
and  that  just  as  he  pulled  the  trigger  the 
man  of  the  soldier-police  had  intervened 
and  stopped  the  speeding  bullet,  Lapierre 
realized  that  the  Indian  spoke  the  truth. 
In  the  twinkling  of  an  eye  the  quarter- 
breed  realized  the  extreme  danger  of  his 
position.  His  fury  knew  no  bounds.  Up 
and  down  he  raged  in  his  fury,  cursing 
like  a  madman,  while  all  about  him — 
blaming,  reviling,  advising  —  cursed  the 
men  of  his  ill-favored  crew.  For  not  a 
man  among  them  but  knew  that  some- 
where some  one  had  blundered.  And  for 
some  inexplicable  reason  their  situation 
had  suddenly  shifted  from  comparative 
security  to  extreme  hazard.  They  needed 
not  to  be  told  that  with  MacNair  at  large 
in  the  northland  their  lives  hung  by  a 
slender  thread.  For  at  that  very  moment 
Brute  MacNair  was,  in  all  probability, 
upon  the  Yellow  Knife  leading  his  armed 
Indians  toward  Snare  Lake. 

In  addition  to  this  was  the  certain 
knowledge  that  the  vengeance  of  the 
Mounted  would  fall  in  full  measure  upon 
the  heads  of  all  who  were  in  any  way 
associated  with  Pierre  Lapierre.  An  offi- 
cer had  been  shot,  and  the  men  of  La- 
pierre were  outlawed  from  Ungava  to  the 
western  sea.  The  intricate  system  had 
crumbled  in  the  batting  of  an  eye.  Else 
why  should  a  man  of  the  Mounted  have 
been  found  before  the  barricade  of  the 
Bastile  du  Mort  in  company  with  Brute 
MacNair? 

The  quick-witted  Lapierre  was  the  first 
to  recover  from  the  shock  of  the  stunning 
blow.  Leaping  onto  the  charred  logs 
of  MacNair's  storehouse,  he  called  loudly 
to  his  men,  who  in  a  panic  were  wildly 
throwing  their  outfits  onto  sleds.  De- 
spite their  mad  haste  they  crowded  close 
and  listened  to  the  words  of  the  man 
upon  whose  judgment  they  had  learned 
to  rely,  and  from  whose  dreaded  "dis- 
missal from  service"  they  had  cowered 
in  fear.  They  swarmed  about  Lapierre 
a  hundred  strong,  and  his  voice  rang 
harsh. 

"You  dogs!  You  camaille!"  he  cried, 
and  they  shrank  from  the  baleful  glare  of 
his  black  eyes.  "What  would  you  do? 
Where  would  you  go?  Do  you  think  that, 
single-handed,  you  can  escape  from  Mac- 
Nair's Indians,  who  will  follow  your  trails 
like  hounds  and  kill  you  as  they  would 
kill  a  snared  rabbit?  I  tell  you  your  trails 
will  be  short.  A  dead  man  will  lie  at  the 
end  of  each.  But  even  if  you  succeed  in 
escaping  the  Indians,  what,  then,  of  the 
Mounted?  One  by  one,  upon  the  rivers 
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snow-steeps  of  the  barren  grounds,  even 

to  the  shores  of  the  frozen  sea,  you  will 

be  hunted  and  gathered  in.    Or  you  will  be 

shot  like  dogs,  and  your  bones  left  to 

crunch  in  the  jaws  of  the  wolf-pack.    We 

are  outlaws,  all!     Not  a  man  of  us  will 

dare  show  his  face  in  any  post  or  settle- 
ment or  city  in  all  Canada." 

The  men  shrank  before  the  words,  for 

they  knew  them  to  be  true.      Again  the 

leader     was 

speaking,     and 

hope  gleamed  in 

fear-  strained 

eyes. 

"We  have  yet 

one   chance.      I, 

Pierre  Lapierre, 

have  not  played 

my  last  card.  We 

will  stand  or  fall 

toget)ier !        I  n 

the    Bastile    du 

Mort   are  many 

rifles,    and    am- 
munition     and 

provisions     for 

half     a     year. 

Once  behind  the 

barricade,      w  e 

shall   be    safe 

from  any  attack.  ♦ 

We     can     defy 

MacNair's    I  n  - 

dians  and  stand 

off  the  Mounted 

until    such    time 

as  we  are   in   a 

position    to    dic- 
tate   our     own 

terms.      If   we 

stand     man     t  o 

man     together, 

we   have    every- 
thing   t  o     gain 

and    nothing    to 

lose.      We    are 

outlawed,   every 

one.  There  is  no 

turning  back!" 
Lapierre's  bold 
assurance  avert- 
ed the  threaten- 
ed panic,  and 
with  a  yell  the 
men  fell  to  work 
packing  their 
outfits  for  the 
journey  to  Lac 
du  Mort.  The 
quarter  -  breed 
despatched 
scouts  to  the 
southward  t  o 
ascertain  the 
whereabouts  o  f 
MacNair,  and,  if 
possible,  to  find 
out  whether  or 
not  the  officer  of 
the  Mounted  had 
been  killed  b  y 
the  shot  of  the 
Indian. 

At  early  dawn  the  outfit  crossed  Snare 
Lake  and  headed  for  Lac  du  Mort  by 
way  of  Grizzly  Bear,  Lake  Mackay,  and 
Du  Rocher.  Upon  the  evening  of  the 
fourth  day,  when  the  outfit  threaded  the 
black  spruce  swamp  and  pulled  wearily 
into  the  fort  on  Lac  du  Mort,  Lapierre 
found  a  scout  awaiting  him  with  the  news 
that  MacNair  had  headed  northward  with 
his  Indians,  and  that  Lefroy  was  soon  to 


start  for  Fort  Resolution  with  the  wound- 
ed man  of  the  Mounted.  Whereupon  he 
selected  the  fastest  and  freshest  dog-team 
available  and,  accompanied  by  a  half- 
dozen  of  his  most  trusted  lieutenants, 
took  the  trail  for  Chloe  Elliston's  school 
on  the  Yellow  Knife,  after  issuing  orders 
as  to  the  conduct  of  defense  in  case  of  an 
attack  by  MacNair's  Indians. 

Affairs  at  the  school  were  at  a  stand- 


He   leaped   to   his  feet,   overturning  his  chair, 
which  banged  sharply    upon   the   plank   floor. 


still.  From  a  busy  hive  of  activity, 
with  the  women  and  children  show- 
ing marked  improvement  at  their  tasks, 
and  the  men  happy  in  the  felling  of  logs 
and  the  whip-sawing  of  lumber,  the  school 
had  suddenly  slumped  into  a  disorganized 
hodge-podge  of  unrest  and  anxiety.  Mac- 
Nair's Indians  had  followed  him  into  the 
north;  their  women  and  children  brooded 
sullenly,  and  a  feeling  of  unrest  and  ex- 


pectancy pervaded  the  entire  settlement- 
Among  the  inmates  of  the  cottage  the 
condition  was  even  worse.  With  Harriet 
Penny  hysterical  and  excited,  Big  Lena 
more  glum  and  taciturn  than  usual,  the 
Louchoux  girl  cowering  in  mortal  dread 
of  impending  disaster,  and  Chloe  herself 
disgusted,  discouraged,  nursing  in  her 
heart  a  consuming  rage  against  Brute 
MacNair,  the  man  who  had  wrought  the 
harm,  and  whe, 
had  been  her 
evil  genius  since 
she  had  first  set 
foot  into  the 
north. 

Upon  the 
afternoon  of  the 
day  she  des^ 
patched  Lefroy 
to  Fort  Resolu- 
tion with  the 
wounded  officer 
of  the  Mounted, 
Chloe  stood  at 
her  little  win- 
dow gazing  out 
over  the  wide 
sweep  of  the 
river  and  won- 
dering how  it  all 
would  end. 
Would  MacNair 
find  Lapierre, 
and  would  h  e 
kill  him?  Or 
would  the 
Mounted  heed 
the  urgent  ap- 
peal she  des- 
patched in  care 
of  Lefroy  and 
f.t  riv'j  in  time  to 
recapture  Mac- 
Nair before  he 
cj>me  upon  hia 
victim? 

"If  I  only 
knew  where  to 
find  him,"  she 
muttered,  ' '  I 
could  warn  him 
of  his  danger." 

The  next  mo-, 
ment  her  eyea 
widened  with 
amazement,  and 
she  pressed  her 
face  close 
against  the 
glass ;  across  the 
clearing  from 
the  direction  of 
the  river  dashed 
a  dog  team,  with 
three  men  run- 
ning before  and 
three  behind, 
while  upon  the 
sled,  jaunty  and 
smiling,  and  de- 
bonair as  ever, 
sat  Pierre  La- 
pierre himself. 
With  a  flourish  he  swung  the  dogs  up  to 
the  tiny  veranda  and  stepped  from  the 
sled,  and  the  next  moment  Chloe  found 
herself  standing  in  the  little  living  room 
with  Lapierre  bowing  low  over  her  hand. 
Harriet  Penny  was  in  the  schoolhouse;  the 
Louchoux  girl  was  helping  Big  Lena  in 
the  kitchen,  and  for  the  first  time  in 
many  moons  Chloe  Elliston  felt  glad  that 
she  was  alone  with  Lapierre, 


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When  at  length  she  removed  her  hand 
from  his  grasp,  she  stood  for  some  mo- 
ments regarding  the  clean-cut  lines  of  his 
features,  and  then  she  smiled  as  she  noted 
the  trivial  fact  that  he  had  removed  his 
hat,  and  that  he  stood  humbly  before  her 
with  bared  head.  A  great  surge  of  feel- 
ing rushed  over  her  as  she  realized  how 
clean  and  good — how  perfect  this  man 
seemed  in  comparison  with  the  hulking 
brutality  of  "MacNair.  She  motioned  him 
to  a  chair  beside  the  table,  and  drawing 
her  chair  close  to  his  side,  poured  into  his 
attentive  and  sympathetic  ears  all  that 
she  knew  of  MacNair's  escape,  of  the 
shooting  of  Corporal  Ripley,  and  his  de- 
parture in  the  night  with  his  Indians. 

Lapierre  listened,  smiling  inwardly  at 
her  version  of  the  affair,  and  at  the  con- 
clusion of  her  words  leaned  forward  and 
took  one  of  the  slim  brown  hands  in  his. 
For  a  long,  long  time  the  girl  listened  in 
silence  to  the  pleading  of  his  lips;  and  the 
little  room  was  filled  with  the  passion  of 
his  low-voiced  eloquence. 

NEITHER  was  aware  of  the  noiseless 
opening  of  the  door,  nor  of  the  wide- 
eyed,  girlish  face  that  stared  at  them 
through  the  aperture,  nor  was  either 
aware  that  the  man's  words  were  borne 
distinctly  to  the  ears  of  the  Louchoux 
girl.  Nor  could  they  note  the  change  from 
an  expression  of  startled  surprise  to  slit- 
like, venomous  points  of  fire  that  took 
place  in  the  eyes  of  the  listening  girl — 
nor  the  clenching  fists.  Nor  did  they  hear 
the  soft,  catlike  tread  with  which  the 
girl  quit  the  door  and  crossed  to  the 
kitchen  table.  Nor  could  they  see  the 
cruel  snarl  of  her  lips  as  her  fingers 
closed  tiehtly  about  the  haft  of  the  huge 
butcher-knife,  whose  point  was  sharp  and 
whose  blade  was  keen.  Nor  did  they  hear 
the  noiseless  tread  with  which  the  girl 
again  apnroached  the  door,  swung  wider 
now  to  admit  the  passage  of  her  tense, 
lithe  bodv.  Nor  did  thev  see  her  crouch 
for  a  sprine  with  the  tight-clutched  knife 
upraised  and  the  gleamine  slitlike  eyes 
focused  upon  a  point  midway  between 
Lapie^re's  shoulder-blades  as  his  arm  un- 
consciouslv  came  to  rest  upon  the  back  of 
Chloe  Elliston's  chair. 

For  a  long  moment  the  girl  poised 
gloating  — •  enjoying  in  its  fullness  the 
measure  of  her  revenee.  Before  her, 
leanine  in  inst  the  rifht  attitude  to  re- 
ceive UTion  his  defenseless  back  the  full 
force  of  the  blow,  sat  the  man  who  had 
deceived  her.  For  not  until  she  had  lis- 
tened to  the  low-voiced,  emnassioned 
word«  had  sh»  realized  there  had  been  any 
deception.  With  the  realization  came  the 
hot,  fie'-ce  flame  of  anger  that  seared  her 
very  soul.  An  anger  engendered  bv  her 
own  wron<?.  and  fanned  to  its  fiercest  by 
the  knowledge  that  the  man  was  at  that 
moment  seeking  to  deceive  the  white  wo- 
man— the  woman  who  had  taught  her 
much,  and  who  with  the  keenest  interest 
and  eentleness  had  treated  her  as  an 
equal. 

She  had  come  to  love  this  white  woman 
with  the  love  that  was  greater  than  the 
love  of  life.  And  the  words  to  which  this 
woman  was  now  listening  were  the  same 
words,  from  the  same  lips,  to  which  she 
herself  had  listened  beside  the  cold  waters 
of  the  far-off  Mackenzie.  Thus  the 
Louchoux  girl  faced  suddenly  her  first 
great  problem.  And  to  the  half-savage 
mind  of  her  the  solution  of  the  problem 
seemed  very  simple,  very  direct,  and,  had 
Big  Lena  not  entered  by  way  of  the  outer 


door  at  the  precise  moment  that  the  girl 
crouched  with  uplifted  knife,  it  would 
doubtless  have  been  very  effective. 

BUT  Big  Lena  did  enter,  and,  with  a 
swiftness  of  perception  that  belied 
the  vacuous  stare  of  the  fishlike  eyes,  took 
in  the  situation  at  a  glance;  for  Lefroy 
had  already  hinted  to  her  of  the  relation 
which  existed  between  his  erstwhile  supe- 
rior and  this  girl  from  the  land  of  the 
midnight  sun.  Whereupon  Big  Lena  had 
kept  her  own  counsel  and  had  patiently 
bided  her  time,  and  now  her  time  had 
come,  and  she  was  in  no  wise  minded 
that  the  fulness  of  her  vengeance  should 
be  marred  by  the  untimely  taking  off  of 
Lapierre.  Swiftly  she  crossed  the  room, 
and  as  her  strong  fingers  closed  about  the 
wrist  of  the  Indian  girl's  upraised  knife- 
arm,  the  other  hand  reached  beyond  and 
noiselessly  closed  the  door  between  the 
two  rooms. 

The  Louchoux  girl  whirled  like  a  flash 
and  sank  her  strong,  white  teeth  deep  in 
the  rolled-sleeved  forearm  of  the  huge 
Swedish  woman.  But  a  thumb,  inserted 
dexterously  and  with  pressure  in  the  little 
hollow  behind  the  girl's  ear,  caused  her 
jaws  instantly  to  relax,  and  she  stood 
trembling  before  the  big  woman,  who  re- 
garded her  with  a  tolerant  grin,  and  the 
next  moment  laid  a  -friendly  hand  upon 
her  shoulder  and,  turning  her  gently 
about,  guided  her  to  a  chair  at  the  far- 
ther side  of  the  room. 

Followed  then  a  quarter  of  an  hour  of 
earnest  conversation,  in  which  the  older 
woman  managed  to  convey,  through  the 
medium  of  her  broken  English,  a  realiza- 
tion that  Lapierre's  discomfiture  could  be 
encompassed  much  more  effectively  and 
in  a  thoroughly  orthodox  and  less  san- 
guinary manner. 

The  ethics  of  Big  Lena's  argument 
were  undoubtedly  beyond  the  Louchoux 
girl's  comprehension;  but  because  this 
woman  had  been  good  to  her,  and  because 
she  seemed  greatly  to  desire  this  thing, 
the  girl  consented  to  abstain  from  vio- 
lence, at  least  for  the  time  being.  A  few 
minutes  later,  when  Chloe  Elliston  opened 
the  door  and  announced  that  Mr.  Lapierre 
would  join  them  at  supper,  she  found  the 
two  women  busily  engaged  in  the  final 
prenaration  of  the  meal. 

Big  Lena  passed  into  the  dining-room, 
which  was  also  the  living  room,  and  with- 
out deiening  to  notice  Lapierre's  presence, 
proceeded  to  lav  the  table  for  supper.  Re- 
turning to  the  kitchen,  she  despatched  the 
Indian  girl  to  the  storehouse  upon  an  er- 
rand which  would  insure  her  absence 
until  after  Chloe  and  Lapierre  and  Har- 
riet Penny  had  taken  their  places  at  the 
table. 

Since  her  arrival  at  the  school  the  Lou- 
choux girl  had  been  treated  as  "one  of 
the  family,"  and  it  was  with  a  look  of 
innuiry  toward  the  girl's  empty  chair  that 
Chloe  seated  herself  with  the  others.  In- 
terpreting the  look.  Big  Lena  assured  her 
that  the  girl  would  return  in  a  few  mo- 
ments; and  Chloe  had  just  launched  into 
an  empassioned  account  of  the  virtues 
and  the  accomplishments  of  her  ward 
when  the  door  opened  and  the  girl  herself 
entered  the  room  and  crossed  swiftly  to 
her  accustomed  place.  As  she  stood  with 
her  hand  on  the  back  of  her  chair,  La- 
pierre for  the  first  time  glanced  into  her 
face. 

THE  quarter-breed  was  a  man  trained 
as  few  men  are  trained  to  meet  emer- 
gencies, to  face  crises  with  an  impassive- 


ness  of  countenance  that  would  shame  the 
Sphinx.  He  had  lost  thousands  across  the 
green  cloth  of  gambling  tables  vnthout 
batting  an  eye.  He  had  faced  death  and 
had  killed  men  with  a  face  absolutely  de- 
void of  expression,  and  upon  numerous 
occasions  his  nerve  —  the  consummate 
sang-froid  of  him — had  alone  thrown  off 
the  suspicion  that  would  have  meant  ar- 
rest upon  charges  which  would  have  tak- 
en more  than  a  lifetime  to  expiate.  And 
as  he  sat  at  the  little  table  beside  Chloe 
Elliston,  his  eyes  met  unflinchingly  the 
flashing,  accusing  gaze  of  the  black  eyes 
of  the  girl  from  the  northland — the  girl 
who  was  his  wife. 

For  a  long  moment  their  glances  held, 
while  the  atmosphere  of  the  little  room 
became  surcharged  with  the  terrible  por- 
tent of  this  silent  battle  of  eyes.  Harriet 
Penny  gasped  audibly;  and  as  Chloe 
stared  from  one  to  the  other  of  the  white, 
tense  faces  before  her,  her  brain  seemed 
suddenly  to  numb  and  the  breath  came 
short  and  quick  between  her  parted  lips 
to  the  rapid  heaving  of  her  bosom.  The 
Louchoux  girl's  eyes  seemed  fairly  to 
blaze  with  hate.  The  fingers  of  her  hand 
dug  into  the  wooden  back  of  her  chair  un- 
til the  knuckles  whitened.  She  leaned  far 
forward  and,  pointing  directly  into  the 
face  of  the  man,  opened  her  lips  to  speak. 
It  was  then  Lapierre's  gaze  wavered,  for 
in  that  moment  he  realized  that  for  him 
the  game  was  lost. 

With  a  half-smothered  curse  he  leaped 
to  his  feet,  overturning  his  chair,  which 
banged  sharply  upon  the  plank  floor.  He 
glanced  wildly  about  the  little  room  as  if 
seeking  means  of  escape,  and  his  eyes  en- 
countered the  form  of  Big  Lena,  who 
stood  stolidly  in  the  doorway,  blocking 
the  exit.  In  a  flash  he  noted  the  huge, 
bared  forearm;  noted,  too,  that  one  thick 
hand  gripped  tightly  the  helve  of  a  chop- 
ping ax,  with  which  she  toved  lightly  as 
if  it  were  a  little  thing,  while  the  thumb 
of  her  other  hand  played  smoothly,  but 
with  a  certain  terrible  significance,  along 
the  keen  edge  of  its  blade.  Lapierre's 
glance  flashed  to  her  face  and  encoun- 
tered the  fishlike  stare  of  the  china-blue 
eyes,  as  he  had  encountered  it  once  be- 
fore. The  eyes,  as  before,  were  expres- 
sionless upon  their  surface,  but  deep 
down — far  into  their  depths — Lapierre 
caught  a  cold  gleam  of  mockery.  And 
then  the  Louchoux  girl  was  speaking,  and 
he  turned  upon  her  with  a  snarl. 

CHAPTER  XXII 

CHLOE  WRITES  A  LETTER 

WHEN  Bob  MacNair,  exasperated 
beyond  all  patience  by  Chloe  Ellis- 
ton's  foolish  accusation,  stamped  angrily 
from  the  cottage,  after  depositing  the 
wounded  Ripley  upon  the  bed,  he  pro- 
ceeded at  once  to  the  barracks,  where  he 
sought  out  Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack,  who 
informed  him  that  Lapierre  was  up  on 
Snare  Lake,  at  the  head  of  a  band  of  men 
who  had  already  succeeded  in  dotting  the 
snow  of  the  barrel  grounds  with  the 
black  dumps  of  many  shafts.  Whereupon 
he  ordered  Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack  to  as- 
semble the  Indians  at  once  at  the  store- 
house. 

No  sooner  had  the  old  Indian  departed 
upon  his  mission  than  the  door  of  the 
barracks  was  pushed  violently  open  and 
Big  Lena  entered,  dragging  by  the  arm 
the  thoroughly  cowed  figure  of  Lefroy. 
Continued  on  page  70. 


The  Redeemer  of  Waste  Lands 


A  Romantic  Story  of  the  Canadian  West 

By  Arthur  Stringer 

Author   of   "The   Prairie    Wife,"   "The  Anatomy    of   Love." 


H 


OW'S  your  land,  Loony?"  the 
bearded  man  in  the  sombrero 
asked  the  gaunt-limbed  figure 
at  the  card-table.  His  tone  was  friendly 
yet  faintly  derisive. 

Loony  did  not  look  up  at  the  other  man. 
He  was  watching  a  thin-cheeked  girl  take 
the  faded  cover  from  a  piano  in  the  cor- 
ner of  the  room.  It  was  the  only  piano  in 
Buckhorn  Gap.  The  girl  was  the  only 
girl  in  the  room. 

"Not  so  bad,  Dutch,"  was  his  gently  ab- 
stracted reply.  His  voice  was  startingly 
small  and  mild  for  a  frame  so  big.  About 
the  solemn  eyes,  wrinkled  with  their  prai- 
rie-squint, was  a  vague  air  of  pathos,  an 
apparently  instinctive  dread  of  solitude. 
Yet  about  the  entire  figure  of  the  man 
huddled  down  in  the  chair,  for  which  he 
seemed  too  huge,  dwelt  a  note  of  undefin- 
able  loneliness,  an  air  of  mental  isolation. 

"And  how's  the  ditch  goin'?"  asked  the 
man  called  Dutch,  as  he  stood  looking  in- 
dulgently down  at  the  other,  after  the 
manner  of  an  adult  looking  down  at  a 
child.  The  sneer  was  veiled,  for  no  one 
laughed  openly  at  Loony.  There  was  a 
rumor  that  he  had  been  a  gun-man  some- 
where down  in  the  southwest,  that  he  had 
come  up  over  the  Line  to  escape  the  law, 
and  that  once,  in  Calgary,  this  gentle- 
eyed  giant  had  tossed  an  over-offensive 
rancher  through  a  window-sash. 

No  one  openly  ridiculed  Loony.  But  be- 
hind its  hand  all  northern  Alberta  was 
broadly  smiling  at  him.  For  a  land-sharp 
had  unloaded  three  thousand  acres  of 
muskeg  on  Loony,  and  Loony  had  both 
achieved  and  justified  his  name  by  solemn- 
ly taking  it  over  and  proclaiming  he  had 
got  it  cheap.  He  had  taken  over  a  swamp- 
bottom  at  a  dollar  an  acre,  when  by  going 
twenty  miles  "out"  he  could  have  got  the 
finest  open  range-land  all  ready  for  the 
settler  and  his  oil-tractor  and  seeder. 

Loony  had  taken  over  his  domain  of  un- 
broken morass  and  solemnly  glorified  in 
it.  "Land  like  that  ought  t'  be  sold  by  the 
quart!"  Syd  Reemer,  the  keeper  of  the 
roadhouse  had  once  declared.  And  now 
Dutch  could  afford  to  smile  pityingly 
down  at  Loony  as  he  repeated  the  ques- 
tion: "And  how's  the  big  ditch  goin'?" 

Loony's  face  remained  both  wistful  and 
patient  as  he  watched  the  girl  seat  her- 
self at  the  piano. 

"It's  goin'  pretty  good,  Dutch,"  he  ab- 
sently replied.  But  his  eyes  were  still  on 
the  girl. 

The  man  called  Dutch  could  see  that 
the  other  man  did  not  care  to  talk  about 
the  enterprise  of  the  big  ditch.  Nobody 
believed  in  that  big  ditch.  It  was  a  waste 
of  time  and  labor.  They  could  maybe 
make  a  hit  with  that  sort  of  thing  in  Hol- 
land. But  it  would  never  go  in  a  new 
country,  like  the  Northwest.  It  wasn't 
needed.  The  country  was  too  big.  There 
was  no  call  for  reclaiming,  with  all  out- 
doors to  go  and  squat  on. 

Loony  was  a  good  name  for  a  "sucker" 
like  that.  Nothing  but  a  nut  would  have 
seen  anything  in  a  three-thousand  acre 


stretch  of  sour  black  swamp,  a  pestilential 
hole  of  mosquitoes  and  frogs  and  black 
ooze  bubbling  with  marsh-gas,  "a  farm 
you'd  have  to  go  out  and  look  for  with  a 
thirty-foot  pole!"  as  Syd  had  once  put  it. 

BUT  Loony,  at  the  present  moment,  was 
not  thinking  of  either  ditches  or 
swamps.  He  was  busy  watching  the  girl 
who  sat  at  the  piano  tinkling  out  synco- 
pated time  and  repeating  three-year-old 
music-hall  "rag  hits"  for  the  delectation 
of  that  lonely  little  roadhouse  and  its 
saloonful  of  men.  It  was  Buckhorn  Gap's 
one  place  of  revelry.  The  Gap  itself 
boasted  of  five  houses  and  a  hop-joint. 
There  would  be  six  thousand  when  the 
steel  got  through.  But  the  steel  was  slow 
in  coming.  So  the  Gap  lived  on  hope  and 
strong  liquor,  and  things  out  of  tin  cans. 
It  was  also  helped  along  by  the  music 
which  the  hollow-cheeked  girl  pounded 
out  of  the  tinkly  old  piano. 

Loony  liked  to  sit  and  watch  the  play  of 
the  lamp-light  on  that  hollow-cheeked 
girl's  yellow  hair.  He  liked  to  see  the 
white  of  her  neck.  He  liked  to  watch  her 
bare  forearms  as  they  moved  up  and  down 
along  the  keyboard.  He  liked  to  watch 
the  line  of  her  back,  through  the  smoke- 
haze.  He  liked  the  sound  of  her  clothes 
when  she  walked.  He  knew  the  way  she 
always  threw  her  skirt  to  one  side  and  sat 
down.  Once  he  had  stared  in  abashment 
at  her  ankles  in  their  thin  black  stockings. 
Once,  too,  she  had  taken  a  powder- 
chamois  from  the  top  of  one  of  those 
stockings;  but  Loony,  tingling,  had  looked 
discreetly  away.  She  was  about  the  only 
woman  he  had  seen  for  two  long  years. 
He  had  never  once  spoken  to  her,  and  yet 
he  felt  that  he  knew  her  as  well  as  any 
man  ever  knew  a  woman. 

All  winter  long,  in  fact,  he  had  been 
coming  down  to  Buckhorn  Gap  for  the 
particular  purpose  of  sitting  and  study- 
ing her.  Nearly  every  night  he  hit  the 
trail  and  covered  his  lonely  fourteen 
miles,  just  to  order  his  drink  and  chew 
his  Montreal  cheroot,  and  sit  in  silent  con- 
templation, apparently  of  the  pyramid  of 
glasses,  surmounted  by  a  lemon,  which 
glistened  in  front  of  the  bar-mirror. 

Yet  it  was  not  these  drinking-glasses 
that  interested  him.  But  from  his  seat  at 
the  card-table,  in  that  mirror,  he  could 
study  the  smoky  coal-oil  lamps  above  the 
piano  on  the  little  dais  in  the  corner.  He 
could  study  the  worn  sheets  of  music,  and 
the  piano-stool,  and  the  pornographic 
wall-calendar  above  it.  But  most  of  all 
he  could  study  the  girl  as  she  sat  in  front 
of  the  keyboard.  He  could  sit  and  watch 
every  hand-turn,  every  arm  movement. 
He  could  sit  and  watch  her  without  being 
afraid  of  a  row — for  he  knew  it  would 
be  a  row  if  any  one  of  those  uncouth  fron- 
tier spirits  attempted  to  guy  him  about 
the  girl. 

NOT  that  anything  had  ever  passed  be- 
tween   them.         That    girl    always 
minded  her  own  business,  Loony  could  see 


that.  She  had  nothing  to  do  with  any  of 
the  men  who  sat  around  listening  to 
her  music.  She  had  scarcely  looked  at 
Loony.  He  imagined  she  didn't  even  know 
he  sat  there  every  night.  And  he  didn't 
expect  it;  he  didn't  ask  for  it.  It  was 
good  enough  to  hang  around  inside  the 
same  four  walls  with  a  girl,  with  a  white 
girl.  And  she  was  white,  too  white.  Even 
her  hair  was  paler  than  it  ought  to  have 
been,  but  it  was  coming  in  dark  again, 
about  the  same  shade  as  her  eye-brows. 
Her  skin  was  so  white  that  Loony  kept 
telling  himself  she  looked  sick,  and  won- 
dered how  true  it  was,  that  rumor  about 
her  being  a  "lunger."  He  could  see  that 
she  rouged  her  cheeks  a  little,  over  the 
hollows.  But  that  only  made  the  soft 
column  of  her  neck  look  whiter.  It  only 
accentuated  the  pallor  of  her  forehead 
and  throat  in  the  strong  side-light  from 
the  wall-lamp.  And  he  had  come  to  know 
every  line  and  shadow  in  her  face.  He  got 
to  know  her  moods,  her  different  ways  of 
doing  her  hair,  her  tricks  of  movement, 
her  habit  of  staring  abstractedly  through 
the  smoke-haze  without  seeing  anything 
before  her.  He  knew  when  she  coughed 
more  than  usual.  He  could  even  tell  when 
she  was  tired.  He  could  tell  when,  now 
and  then,  she  wrote  a  letter  between 
pieces.  "Those  letters  used  to  trouble 
Loony  a  lot.  He  would  sit  and  wonder 
where  they  went,  and  what  they  said,  and 
why  they  should  be  written.  He  even  re- 
sented them. 

But  he  soon  forgot  them,  once  she 
started  playing  again.  For  Loony  loved 
music.  He  had  brought  an  old  Mexican 
guitar  up  into  Canada  with  him,  but  it 
had  gone  bad.  He  had  cured  elkgut  and 
tried  to  make  new  strings  for  it.  These 
new  strings,  however,  had  no  tone  to  them, 
and  the  heavy  frosts  had  affected  the 
wood.  And  Loony  had  always  liked  a 
piano. 

It  maybe  wasn't  the  best  of  music;  he 
admitted  that.  But  it  sounded  mighty 
good  to  him.  It  was  worth  twenty-eight 
miles  of  trail-pounding  to  hear.  He  knew 
it  wasn't  the  drinking  or  the  smoking 
crowds,  or  the  companionable  press  of 
fellow-beings  after  a  day  of  loneliness, 
that  brought  him  night  by  night  to  the 
Gap.  It  was  just  the  music,  he  kept 
telling  himself.  Something  seemed  to  go 
out,  every  time  that  girl  stopped  playing. 
He  could  see  she  wasn't  putting  much 
heart  into  it.  But  it  hit  him  somehow, 
and  hit  him  hard.  He  really  hated  the 
place,  when  once  that  girl  had  left  the 
piano  and  slipped  off  to  her  room  for  the 
night.  It  seemed  to  get  noisy  and  stuffy 
and  commonplace.  It  was  just  everyday 
earth  again.  Loony  would  remember  it 
was  after  midnight,  and  time  to  hit  the 
trail  for  home.  But  all  the  way  home, 
along  coulee  and  slough,  and  over  plain 
and  hog-back,  he  kept  thinking  of  the  girl 
and  her  music. 

Then  came  the  momentous  night  when 
she  had  first  spoken  to  him.  An  Eng- 
lish  remittance-man,   new  to   the   coun- 


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try,  had  dropped  in  at  the  Gap  to  drown 
the  sorrows  of  the  unschooled  exile  in 
"red-eye."  He  was  ignorant  of  the  tradi- 
tions of  that  road-house.  He  made  his 
inebriate  way  up  to  the  piano  where  the 
girl  was  tinkling  out  her  rag  hits,  tink- 
ling them  out  as  impersonally  as  a  hurdy- 
gurdy  with  its  obsolescent  street-tunes.  He 
even  leaned  over  the  piano  and  addressed 
her  in  the  offhand  way  of  the  music-hall 
habitue.  The  girl  ignored  him  and  went 
on  with  her  music.  He  crowded  closer 
and  tried  to  take  possession  of  the  thin 
hand  nearest  him. 

"Please  go  'way!"  Loony  heard  her 
say  as  she  turned  her  sheet  of  music  and 
tried  to  go  on.  But  the  remittance-man 
interposed  his  swaying  body  between  her 
and  the  keyboard. 

It  was  as  she  looked  around,  a  little 
helplessly  and  a  little  frightened,  that 
Loony  rose  to  his  feet.  He  felt  a  tingle 
creep  up  to  his  backbone,  like  a  fuse, 
and  explode  something  in  the  very  centre 
of  his  brain.  He  had  no  memory  of 
getting  to  his  feet  or  crossing  the  room. 
But  his  great  hand  reached  out  and 
caught  the  Norfolk  jacket  of  the  inebri- 
ate one,  caught  it  just  at  the  back  of 
the  neck,  and  twisted  the  loose  cloth  until 
it  tightened  on  the  fat  throat  and  plainly 
made  breathing  a  thing  of  much  effort. 
Then  Loony's  great  arm  lifted  the  jacket- 
clad  figure  off  the  dais,  shaking  it  as  a 
terrier  shakes  a  rag. 

"What  d'you  want  me  t'  do  with  him?" 
he  solemnly  asked  the  girl,  who  was 
staring  at  him  with  wide  and  startled 
eyes. 

She  hesitated,  hardly  knowing  what 
to  say.  Then  she  stood  up,  steadying  her- 
self with  one  hand  on  a  corner  of  the 
piano.  "Don't  hurt  him!"  she  finally 
stammered  out.  "Please  don't  hurt 
him!" 

Loony  renewed  his  grip  on  the  coat- 
collar.  "I  won't  hurt  him,"  he  said, 
quite  soberly,  as  he  wheeled  about  and 
dragged  the  struggling  figure  across  the 
crowded  floor  after  him,  as  casually  as  a 
child  drags  a  doll  at  its  side.  Out 
through  the  opened  door  he  swung  this 
gasping  and  struggling  figure,  as  though 
it  was  something  of  no  moment,  some- 
thing not  human. 

Then  he  made  his  way  to  the  piano. 
"If  that  thing  ever  talks  t'  you  again, 
you  tell  me!"  he  said  to  the  white-faced 
girl. 

She  stood  for  a  moment  without  speak- 
ing. Then  she  murmured  a  vague  "Thank 
you,"  and  turned  back  to  her  soiled  music 
sheets,  as  though  to  hide  her  face  from 
the  sight  of  the  staring  room. 

FROM  that  night  forward  Loony  knew 
that  she  was  not  ignorant  of  his  pre- 
sence there.  And  from  that  night,  too, 
for  some  reason,  he  thought  less  of  the 
music  and  more  of  the  woman  who  made 
it.  He  noticed,  as  the  winter  dragged  on 
and  her  face  grew  thinner,  .that  her 
cough  was  worse  than  it  had  been.  He 
knew  the  smoke  was  bad  for  it.  He  felt 
sorry  for  her.  He  could  see  that  she 
ought  to  be  out  in  the  fresh  air.  He 
dramatized  exigencies  which  might  give 
him  the  right  to  take  her  away  from  the 
noise  and  smoke  and  dustof  thatunsavory 
roadhouse.  When  Spring  came  he  gath- 
ered the  first  willow-catkins  he  could  find 
in  the  coulee-bottoms  and  shyly  shoved  a 
handful  of  them  in  under  the  faded  old 
piano-cover,  where  she  could  not  fail  to 
find  them. 


She  did  not  look  at  him,  that  night,  as 
she  took  them  up  in  her  hand.  But  her 
cheeks  turned  a  shell-pink  as  she  niffed 
hungrily  at  the  subtle  fragrance  of  the 
blossoms.  She  did  not  speak  to  him,  as  he 
had  half  hoped  she  might.  But  when 
she  left  the  piano  and  the  smoke-filled, 
room  that  night  she  carried  the  willow- 
catkins  with  her. 

TT  was  one  morning  almost  two  weeks 
A  later  that  Loony,  galloping  through  the 
Gap  with  a  new  cayuse  in  tow,  met  her 
face  to  face  in  the  open.  It  was  the  first 
time  he  had  ever  seen  her  in  the  day- 
light. Something  about  her  face  dis- 
turbed him  as  he  swung  about  and  pulled 
up  short  in  front  of  her. 

"You  ride?"  he  said,  out  of  a  clear  sky. 
He  saw  he  had  always  made  a  mistake 
in  thinking  of  her  as  a  girl.  She  was  a 
woman,  a  grown  woman,  a  woman  no 
longer  young. 

"Yes,"  she  faltered. 

"Ten  miles  a  day  'd  do  you  good!"  He 
marveled  at  his  own  unexpected  audacity. 

"I  know,"  she  acknowledged,  without 
looking  at  him. 

He  slid  down  from  his  saddle,  dexter- 
ously lengthened  the  left  stirrup-strap 
and  threw  it  across  the  horse,  and  as 
quickly  shortened  the  right. 

"Try  my  hoss,"  he  said.  "I'll  take  this 
pinto." 

She  hesitated.  Hesitation  was  still  in 
her  eyes,  in  fact,  as  he  reached  out  and 
lifted  her  bodily  into  the  saddle.  He 
adjusted  her  shoe-toes  to  the  stirrups. 
"Come  on!"  he  commanded  as  he  swung 
himself  easily  up  to  the  pinto's  back. 

They  rode  across  the  prairie  in  utter 
silence.  He  could  see  her  drinking  in 
great  lungfuls  of  the  keen  air.  It  was  not 
until  she  swung  about  and  headed  back 
for  the  Gap  that  Loony  ventured  to  speak. 
"What's  your  name?"  he  asked. 

"Alice,"  she  answered,  after  a  pause. 

"That's  a  purty  name,"  he  said,  almost 
as  though  he  were  speaking  to  himself. 
He  crowded  in  a  little  closer  to  her. 
"You  don't  look  well." 

"The  smoke  keeps  my  cough  bad,"  she 
confessed.  He  vowed  never  to  smoke  in 
that  Gap  road-house  again. 

"Could- — could  I  bring  a  real  hoss  down, 
some  day,  f'r  a  real  ride?"  he  suddenly 
asked  her. 

She  looked  almost  frightened.  The  gal- 
loping had  taken  her  breath  away.  "You'd 
better  not,"  she  said,  in  little  gasps. 

They  swept  into  the  Gap,  and  he  helped 
her  dismount. 

"Tucker  you  out?"  he  asked,  as  she  let 
her  slow  gaze  for  the  first  time  meet  his. 
He  was  oblivious  of  the  fact  that  the  Gap, 
all  eyes,  was  watching  them. 

She  shook  her  head  in  negation.  She 
stopped  to  shake  out  her  crumpled  skirts. 
Then  she  suddenly  stood  upright.  The 
look  in  her  eyes  was  almost  one  of  bellig- 
erency. 

"I  don't  want  to  have  any  doings  with 
any  man,"  she  announced,  as  though  his 
brusqueness  had  awakened  a  correspond- 
ing brusqueness  in  her.  "So  don't  bring 
down  that  horse!" 

Loony  was  adjusting  his  stirrups.  "I'll 
bring  that  hoss  down,  all  right,"  he 
solemnly   repeated. 

"I  won't  take  kindness  from  no  man!" 
she  suddenly  cried  out. 

"Why?"  asked  Loony. 

"I  guess  I've  had  too  much  of  that,  in 
my  day!" 

The  note  of  bitterness  in  her  voice  as- 


tonished Loony.  He  turned  and  looked  at 
her.  "I  guess  you  ain't  had  enough!"  he 
calmly  retorted.  "And  I'll  be  down  with 
that  hoss!"  He  rode  away  before  she 
had  time  to  answer  him. 

HE  came  back  to  the  Gap  early  that 
night,  but  he  did  not  bring  the  extra 
horse,  for  he  knew  she  would  be  tired. 
In  the  almost  empty  bar-room  he  found 
himself  under  the  studious  eye  of  Buck 
Anstett,  the  gambler.  Buck  put  down  his 
whisky-glass  and  dropped  an  unsteady 
eye-lid.  "You're  makin'  the  mistake  o' 
your  life.  Loony,"  he  said  with  conviction. 

"Am  I?"  said  Loony. 

"You're  goin'  soft  on  that  woman." 

Loony  stepped  nearer.  "Am  I?"  he 
repeated. 

"You  know  you  are,"  maintained  Buck. 

"Well?" 

Buck  emitted  his  breath  suddenly, 
through  his  nostrils.  "Ah,  hell,  that 
woman's  not  worth  it!"  He  did  not  see 
Loony's  face  as  he  spoke. 

"I'll  make  you  eat  that,"  said  the  gaunt- 
framed  giant.     He  spoke  very  quietly. 

"Eatnothin'!    Go  and  ask  her!" 

"I'll  make  you  eat  that!"  repeated 
Loony,  louder  than   before. 

Buck  turned  to  speak,  but  no  word  came 
from  his  lips.  For  Loony's  great  hand 
went  out  and  enclosed  the  other  man's 
flaccid  features.  The  giant  paw  shut  on 
them  as  though  the  man's  face  were  a 
sponge.  It  carried  the  head  backward 
and  downward  until  the  back  of  the  skull 
smote  the  wooden  bar-top.  Then  Loony 
forgot  himself.  He  smote  that  head  from 
side  to  side,  with  quick  and  agile  frenzy, 
very  much  as  a  cat  strikes  at  a  spinning 
spool  in  its  play. 

"You  slur  that  woman,"  he  said  between 
breaths,  "an'  I'll  sure  kill  you!  You,  or 
any  other  geezer  'round  this  Gap!  I'll 
sure  do  things  that'll  make  this  section 
sit  up !  I'll  sure  initiate  you  all  into  what 
a  Bad  Man  means!" 

But  no  further  word  of  the  girl  was 
said  in  Loony's  presence.  He  could  feel 
a  pregnancy  in  the  nightly  silence  that 
reigned  at  his  advent.  He  could  decipher 
a  new  and  inarticulate  opposition  in 
those  about  him.  But  it  only  strengthened 
him  in  his  resolution. 

IT  was  three  days  later  that  he  came  to 
the  Gap  with  a  white-dappled  pinto  and 
a  time-stained  side-saddle.  Spring  had 
crept  over  the  land,  almost  in  a  night, 
reluctant,  northern  Spring,  Spring  that 
seemed  an  abandonment  of  passion  after 
icy  repression,  ardent  warmth  after  a  too 
gray  era  of  indifference. 

It  was  a  beautiful  morning  as  Loony 
cantered  down  to  the  Gap.  The  air  was 
crisp  and  clear,  a  dome  of  crystal  azure 
arching  over  a  circling  skyline  of  opal. 
Loony  supposed  there  had  never  been  such 
a  Spring  day  in  all  the  world  before.  The 
breeze  rippled  the  soft  green  of  the 
prairie-grass.  A  strange  peace  filled  the 
vast  wash  of  air  that  stretched  from 
the  horizon.  The  world  seemed  made  over. 
"Spring  don't  mean  nothin'  to  folks,  down 
South,"  ruminated  Loony  as  he  viewed  the 
cobalt  skies  and  the  virginal  glory  of  the 
world. 

But  Spring  must  have  meant  something 
to  the  woman  called  "Alice"  as  she  rode 
out  into  the  silence  of  the  plains  with 
Loony  at  her  side.  She  seldom  spoke. 
She  seemed  content  with  the  vernal 
silence  that  surrounded  her.  There  was 
something  rapt  about  the  expression  of 
her  parted  lips.     In  her  eyes,  wide  with 


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a  childlike  wonder,  lurked  a  look 
that  was  neither  perplexity  nor 
anguish,  but  a  mingling  of  both. 

Loony,  on  the  other  hand, 
seemed  able  to  talk  as  he  had 
never  talked  before.  He  told  her 
he  guessed  that  prairie  air  was 
going  to  his  head;  but  she  only 
smiled  back  her  vague  and  enig- 
matic smile. 

"I  want  to  take  you  out  an'  show 
you  that  swamp  o'  mine,"  he  said 
as  they  cantered  along  the  trail. 
"I've  got  ten  Swedes  and  six  teams 
workin'  there,  on  the  big  ditch!" 

They  rode  on  in  silence  for  a 
minute  or  two. 

"They  think  I'm  nutty  about 
that  swamp.  They  think  that 
ditch  is  a  pipe-dream.  They  keep 
yappin'  that  I  should  've  gone  t' 
high  land.  They  say  it's  waste, 
that  swamp.  And  they  don't 
understand.  They  don't  seem  t' 
see  that  waste  land's  been  gettin' 
richer  year  after  year,  that  all  the 
good  stuff's  been  drainin'  down 
into  it,  and  pilin'  up  and  waitin' 
there,  century  after  century!" 

He  paused,  as  though  he  expect- 
ed her  to  agree  with  him.  But 
she  rode  on  at  his  side  in  silence. 

"And  now  all  it  needs  is  ditch- 
in',"  he  went  on.  "Ditchin'  '11 
make  that  swamp  into  three  thou- 


The  girl  sat  at 
the  piano  tink- 
ling out  syn- 
copated tvme 
and  "rag  hits  " 


san'  acres  o'  the  best  land  in  Al- 
berta. I'll  have  my  cut  finished 
in  five  weeks'  time.  Then  you'll 
see  them  pools  dry  up,  an'  that 
water  seep  away,  an'  drain  that 
stinkin'  insect  life  off,  an'  the 
pond-bottom  start  t'  check  an' 
crack  in  the  sun.  Then  we'll  un- 
derbrush an'  burn  her  off.  Then 
we'll  get  the  ploughs  in  on  that 
black  loam,  an'  put  the  drills  t' 
work,  an'  next  year  you'll  see  the 
straw  's  high  's  your  head,  an' 
potatoes  as  big  's  that  pinto's 
nose,  an'  thick  as  cinders  in  hell!" 

He  chuckled  audibly  and  joy- 
ously as  he  rode  along  at  her  side. 
"That's  why  they  call  me  Loony!" 
he  went  on.  "An'  I  s'pose  it  does 
look  queer,  when  you  don't  under- 
stand." He  turned  to  her.  "Don't 
you  think  so?" 

"I  guess  1  understand,"  she  said 
at  last. 

"Quepr,  how  we  can  straighten 
out  things,  if  we  only  get  down  t' 
the  good  that's  in  them !"  He  rode 
on  for  a  minute  with  the  prairie- 
squint  wrinkling  deeper  about  his 
eye-corners.  "Syd  says  you  ain't 
doin'  very  well  down  at  the  Gap." 

"I  didn't  expect  to,"  she  answer- 
ed. They  were  side  by  side  on 
the  trail  by  this  time,  and  walking 
their  horses. 


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"You  don't  like  it  there?" 

"Not  much." 

"Ever  married?" 

"No." 

"Free  now?" 

"Yes." 

Loony  pulled  up  his  horse.  "Why 
couldn't  us  two  hitch?" 

She  tried  to  start  her  horse ;  but  Loony 
repeated  his  question.  "I  couldn't!"  was 
her  retort. 

"Why?" 

"You'd  get  tired  o'  me!" 

"Tired  o'  you?  Why,  I'd  wait  on  you, 
hand  an'  foot!" 

"For  a  week — yes!    Most  men  do!" 

"Try  me!' 

"I  wouldn't — I  couldn't!"  was  her  fierce 
reply. 

They  rode  on  again.  "Why  couldn't 
you  marry  me?"  he  asked,  out  of  the 
silence. 

"Marry  you?"  she  cried,  looking  about 
him  in  wonder.  , 

"Sure!  Why  couldn't  you?  I  need  you 
more'n  a  man  ever  needed  a  woman!" 

"You  don't  know  anything  about  me." 

"I  know  what  you  are!  You're  jus'  a 
woman !  Woman — jus'  rich,  deep,  tangled- 
up  woman !  An'  you  ain't  been  used  right 
any  more'n  that  swamp  o'  mine's  been 
used  right! 

"You  don't  need  to  tell  me  anything 
about  yourself.  Look  at  me!  See  what 
I've  been !  I  ain't  fit  t'  wipe  the  trail-dust 
off  your  shoes!" 

"Oh.  God,  you  can't  understand!"  she 
cried  in  anguish. 

"Yes,  I  do,"  he  said,  reaching  out  and 
catching  her  pinto's  bit  They  were  stand- 
ing side  by  side  again  on  the  trail.  "We 
ain't  been  livin'  f'r  anything,  you  an'  me. 
We're  jus'  like  that  swamp  o'  mine,  that 
waste  land.  We  had  to  wait  till  somebody 
showed  us  what  we  were  good  f'r,  what  we 
had  in  us!" 

"You  couldn't  change  me,  now!"  she 
declared. 

"I  ain't  goin'  to  change  you!  You've 
got  to  change  me.  You've  got  to  marry 
me  an'  make  life  mean  something!" 

She  shook  her  head. 

"You've  got  'o  marry  me!"  he  repeated 
solemnly. 

"I'd  be  afraid!"  she  said. 

"You'd  be  afraid  to,  the  same  as  men  've 
been  afraid  to  put  a  ditch  through  that 
swamp!  An'  now  that  swamp's  goin'  to 
stand  up  an'  thank  me  to  my  dying  day, 
for  jus'  showin'  how  rich  it  was!" 

"But  my  life  ain't  that  way!"  she  cried 
back  at  him.    "It  ain't  rich!    It  could 've 


"It's  goin'  pretty 
well,  Dutch,"  he 
absently  replied. 
But  his  eyes  were 
still   on    the   girl. 


■■!». 


been,  once,  but  I  didn't  use  it  right!  I 
didn't  know  any  better !  I've  done  things 
you  can't  drain  off,  the  way  you  talk  about 
draining  off  that  swamp  o'  yours!" 

He  laughed  a  little  with  his  full- 
throated  and  Jove-like  laughter.  "Then 
them's  the  things  I  thank  God  f'r,"  he  de- 
voutly avowed.  "Them's  the  things  that 
saved  you  f'r  me,  or  a  thousand  better 
men  'n  me  would  've  been  fightin'  an' 
hagglin'  f'r  you  the  same  as  they'de  been 
fightin'  an'  hagglin'  f'r  this  open  range, 
long  b'fore  I  got  here!" 

"No!  No!"  was  her  bitter  cry.  "Noth- 
ing was  saved!" 

"Ain't  you  sittin'  here  beside  me?"  he 
demanded.  "Ain't  it  you,  you,  I  can  reach 
out  an'  touch,  an'  take  care  of,  an'  get 
God  a'mighty's  sun  to  sweeten  up  an'  show 
you're  richer  'n  some  thin-loamed  hog- 
back that  couldn't  grow  weeds?  Ain't 
that  enough?  Ain't  I  gettin'  enough 
when  I  get  you?" 


fSEN  V/A<S»t> 


She  did  not  answer  him.  Instead  she 
reached  out  and  touched  him  on  the  arm, 
almost  wonderingly.  "God,  but  you're 
big!" 

The  tears  in  her  eyes  translated  that 
cry  of  hers  into  something  far  from  the 
blasphemous. 

He  slipped  from  the  saddle  and  came  to 
her  side.  He  lifted  his  great  arms  and 
linked  the  huge  hands  about  her  hips,  in  a 
hungry  movement  of  appropriation.  There 
was  something  almost  animal-like  in  the 
inarticulated  want  that  deepened  in  his 
eyes. 

"You're  goin'  to  marry  me!"  he  repeat- 
ed still  again  as  he  let  his  head  sink  down 
until  it  rested  against  her  knee.  He  clung 
to  her ,  in  that  child-like  and  foolish 
position  until  her  hand,  hovering  for  its 
moment  of  uncertainty,  touched  his  thick 
hair. 

"All  right,"  she  said  a  little  thickly,  for 
her  tears  were  falling.    "I'll  marry  you!" 


CONDITIONS  IN  GERMANY 


npHE  actual  conditions  now  existing  in  Germany  will  be 

-■-    shown  in  next  month's  MacLean's  through  the  stories  of 

Canadian    soldiers    who    have    returned    or    escaped     from 

German    prison  Camps.     A  remarkable  series  of  narratives 

will  be  presented. 


Conscription  in  Quebec 


By  John  Bayne  Maclean 


The  articles  hy  Colonel  Maclean  fuive  attracted  a  great  deal  of  attention  and  have  aroused  variously  warm  com- 
mendation, bitter  criticism  and  intolerant  skepticism.  Some  publications  have  brushed  aside  his  statements  as  un- 
believable and  not  uorthy  of  serious  consideration.  Unpleasant  truths  are  never  popular  and  always  hard  to  drive 
home.  Colonel  Miulran  foretold  in  Au(/ust,  I!)1L',  the  money  strinycncy  and  comini/  let  up  in  trade.  He  started  in  Octo- 
ber. 1914,  thruuph  the  columns  of  THE  FlN.\yCIAL  POST,  to  f/ive  utterance  to  certain  things  that  he  knew  to  be  true,  but 
ivhivh  ran  contrary  to  public  opinion  at  the  time.  His  fads  were  brushed  aside  and  his  conclusions  derided  then  by 
the  same  people  and  the  same  publications  now  expressing  disapproval  of  his  articles  in  MacLean's.  Here  are  some  of 
the  things  he  put  forward  as  early  as  October,  IflU :  (1)  •■That  the  War  would  last  5  or  6  years  (at  the  time  even 
British  Cabinet  Ministers  said  the  Germans  would  be  defeated  in  a  few  months)  ;  (2)  That  Canada  must  not  be  con- 
tented mth  the  25,000  men  then  authorized,  but  must  get  another  100,000  men  under  arms  right  away ;  and  make  plans 
for  250,000  more.  (3)  That  our  real  danger  teas  submarines ;  tliis  was  laughed  at  by  many  crilics.  (41  That  -the  possible 
political  developments  out  of  this  war  are  causing  many  Canadians  to  do  some  serious  thinking,  but  this  is  no  time  to 
discuss  them.  The  duty  now  is  to  support  the  British  arms  to  the  limit  of  our  capacity."  Within  the  last  three  weeks 
there  has  been  an  animated  discussiori  on  this  subject.  One  of  the  biggiest  men  in  Canada  said  frankly  that  we  would 
become  independent,  while  another  man,  who  occupies  a  very  important  position  at  Ottawa,  thinks  the  outcome  vMl  be 
union  with  the  l/.S.  With  neither  of  these  views  do  we  a^ ree.  '5)  That  the  British  needed  digcrcnt  leaders  than 
AsQuith,  Grey  Balfour  and  Churchill.  (0)  That  Lloyd  Oe.irgc  was  the  man  to  take  the  helm.  (7)  That  yational  Oov- 
ernments  must  take  the  place  of  purely  party  administratiims  and  leading  business  men  be  given  portfolios  calling  for 
executive  ability;  Borden  and  I^aurier  now  agree  to  this.  (S)  That  conscription  should  come  in  Canada.  (0)  That 
Itussia  might  seek  a  separate  peace.  On  all  these  points  and  many  others  he  had  the  truth  at  least  two  years  in 
advance  of  public  opinion.  This  is  not  intended  as  a  defence  of  what  he  has  written  in  MacLean's,  but  as  a  guide 
to  such   as   desire  to  judge   between  what  he  says  now  and  what  his  critics  say. — The  Editors. 


CONSCRIPTION  is  not  a  novelty  in 
Quebec.  French-Canadian  con- 
scripts helped  in  1775  to  save 
Canada  for  the  British,  and  Quebec  for 
the  Roman  Catholic  Church  and  French 
language. 

The  occurrences  then  are  being  re- 
peated, almost  exactly,  in  these  days; 
excepting  that  then  they  had  real  vi^ar- 
time  conscription.  Then  men  were  en- 
listed at  the  point  of  the  bayonet  and 
not  after  elaborate  court  proceedings. 

Brigadier-General  Allan  Maclean  had 
been  authorized  to  organize  two  bat- 
talions of  Highlanders  in  the  States, 
Quebec    and    Maritime    Provinces — the 

Royal  Highland  Emigrants,  they  were  called.  He  was  given 
power  "to  get  them  by  beat  of  drum,  or  otherwise."  The  settle- 
ments and  the  farmsteads  on  the  St.  Lawrence  were  visited  and 
each  able-bodied  man  was  seen  in  turn.  Many  volunteered,  but 
finally  when  conditions  became  desperate,  as  they  are  with  us 
to-day;  when  only  Quebec  City  remained  British — Benjamin 
Franklin  was  en  his  way  from  Philadelphia  to  start  his  news- 
paper in  Montreal — French-Canadians  were  forced  to  join; 
rounded  up  by  detachments  of  the  Emigrants  with  fixed  bay- 
onets. 

They  proved  very  good  soldiers.  They  made  their  way  to 
Quebec  in  canoes.  It  is  recorded  that  they  had  to  pass  the 
American  sentries  below  Three  Rivers  by  paddling  with  their 
hands.  They  arrived  just  in  time.  There  was  disloyalty  in  the 
garrison.  Quebec  was  on  the  point  of  surrender.  Articles  of 
capitulation  were  being  arranged,  it  was  said,  at  a  meeting  of 
leading  citizens  in  the  Bishop's  Chapel.  The  Highlanders  and 
French-Canadians  at  once  took  charge  of  this  meeting.  The 
Chairman,  one  Williams,  was  kicked  out  of  the  pulpit.  De- 
tachments from  the  regiment  were  placed  at  the  gates  of  the 
city — to  prevent  surrender.  Internal  plotting  was  put  down 
with  a  strong  hand.  When  Arnold's  emissaries  came  forward 
with  a  flag  of  truce,  expecting  the  surrender,  they  were  fired 
on.  They  protested,  but  the  old  Highlander,  now  in  full  com- 
mand at  Quebec,  said  he  could  not  recognize  a  flag  of  truce  in 
the  hands  of  rebels.  The  final  effort,  under  Montgomery,  on 
that  stormy  New  Year's  eve,  was  met  and  ffepulsed  mainly  by 
these  conscripts  and  their  Highland  compatriots.  Two  of  the 
French-Canadians  distinguished  themselves  in  the  good  work 
they  did.  It  was  Washington  Irving,  was  it  not,  who  wrote,  that 
but  for  Maclean  and  his  "brigands"  Canada  would  have 
been  part  of  the  States  to-day,  and  Capt.  Key,  of  the 
York  and  Lancaster  Regiment  in  a  paper  read  in  1912 
before  the  Royal  United  Service  Institution,  said:  "Had 
it  not  been  for  the  Highland  Emigrant  Regt.,  Quebec 
would  have  fallen,  and  had  Quebec  fallen,  the  British 
prestige  west  of  the  Atlanticwould  have  ceased  to  exist" 
French-Canadians   are   misrepresented   by   the    noisy 


"With  the  whole  united 
strength  of  our  people,  we  will 
win,  but  we  shall  only  just  win. 
It  will  need  all  our  strength,  so 
don't  let  us  throw  it  away.  It 
is  a  mighty  foe  which  has  .set 
itself  to  destroy  this  Empire, 
and  it  will  take  all  of  our 
strength  to  beat  it." 

— David  Lloyd-George. 


J 


agitators  in  the  big  centres  of  popula- 
tion. The  real  habitants  are  a  good- 
living,  industrious,  loyal,  contented, 
hard-working  people.  They  are  simple, 
honest,  trusting,  and,  therefore,  easily 
imposed  upon.  In  those  troublous  times, 
142  years  ago,  and  constantly  since, 
this  honest  simplicity  "of  the  habitant 
has  been  taken  advantage  of  by  political 
carpet-baggers. 

In  1775  the  habitants  knew  they  were 
vastly  better  off  under  British  than  the 
former  French  rule,  but  it  is  recorded 
that:— 

"Agents  and  friends  of  the  United  States  Con- 
gress were  very  busy  all  through  the  settled 
portions  of  Quebec.  By  word  or  letter  the 
simple  peasant  minds  were  alienated  from  their  English  friends.  Mysterious 
armed  strangers  appeared  in  some  of  the  parishes,  and  disappeared  as 
secretly  as  they  had  come.  The  rumor  gained  ground  that  the  Britisn 
Minister  had  formed  plans  to  enslave  the  country  folks ;  that  fightmg 
would  be  incessant;  that  their  lives  would  be  spent  in  foreign  wars  and 
bloodshed." 

In  consequence,  writers  of  those  days  tell  us,  the  people 
became  dupes  to  these  pretensions,  just  as  they  are  to-day  the 
victims  of  the  oily-tongued  orators — and  oratory  is  one  of  the 
vanities  sought  by  the  ambitious  young  men  of  a  certain  type 
in  Lower  Canada,  just  as  tenor  singing  or  bull  fighting  is  to 
the  same  class  in  Spain. 

The  same  condition  has  come  down  to  our  own  time.  In  1896 
during  the  election  campaign,  thousands  of  pieces  of  campaign 
literature,  supplemented  by  fiery  speeches,  conveyed  the  impres- 
sion that,  if  the  Conservatives  were  returned  to  power,  they 
would  "send  our  children  to  Africa  or  Asia  whence  they  will 
never  return."  And  this  took  so  strong  a  grip  on  the  electors 
that,  even  with  the  church  against  him,  Laurier  received  their 
overwhelming  support. 

This  was  repeated  on  behalf  of  the  Conservatives  in  tlra  last 
election.  Uniformed  agents  traversed  the  rural  districts,  tak- 
ing the  names  of  all  the  available  men,  explaining  that  Laurier 
intended  to  put  them  into  the  British  navy.  And  they  voted  for 
Borden's  friends. 

IN  all  these  generations  since  1775,  the  terrors  of  conscription 
and  foreign  service,  the  dread  of  being  wantonly  and  for- 
cibly torn  away  from  his  little  family,  has  been  drilled  into  and 
is  to-day  haunting  the  French   Canadian.     This  condition  is 
pathetic.    The  French-Canadians  are  sincere  in  their  opposition 
to  conscription  to-day.     They  do  not  believe  that  their 
homes  are  in  real  danger. 

On  our  part  we  have  done  nothing  to  counteract 
this  unfortunate  impression.  This  phase  impressed 
another  student  of  the  situation,  W.  Sanford  Evans. 
In  his  book,  "The  Canadian  Contingents  and  Canadian 
Imperialism,"  published  in  1901,  he  comes  to  the  same 
conclusion,  when  he  refers  to  the  opposition  stirred  up 


88 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


against  sending  troops  to  South  Africa.  He  says : 
"A  campaign  of  education  judiciously  conducted 
might  have  removed  all  difficulties,  but  it  was  not 
systematically  attempted." 

IN  the  early  months  of  the  war,  the  masses  in 
England  were  quite  indifferent  when  urged  to 
join  the  army.  Young  men  constantly  answered 
the  recruiting  officers:  "Why  should  we  fight?  We 
will  be  just  as  well  off  under  the  Kaiser  as  under 
King  George.    Both  are  German." 

Two  of  my  American  friends  had  spent  a  week 
end  in  the  home  of  a  Cabinet  Minister  in  Septem- 
ber, 1914.  They  came  back  to  London  very  much 
distressed.  They  had  seen  something  of  the  war 
on  the  Continent.  They  knew  of  Germany's 
heartless  designs.  They  were  depressed.  Yet  they  found  the 
Minister  and  his  friends  most  optimistic — rather  pleased  with 
the  war.  In  three  months  at  the  longest,  they  had  been  told, 
Russia  would  be  in  Berlin.  In  any  event,  so  this  member  of  the 
Cabinet  had  declared,  Germany  would  be  starving  by  Christmas. 
The  official  foodstuffs  statistics  proved  this.  The  war  was  going 
to  be  a  good  thing  for  Britain.  '  The  British  were  in  no  danger 
with  the  navy  to  protect  them.  They  had  done  their  part  in 
sending  120,000  to  the  continent.  "Business  as  Usual"  was 
their  policy;  and  they  expected  to  completely  capture  Germany's 
trade. 

The  leaders  and  the  press — excepting  Northcliffe  and  a  few 
others — positively  refused  to  take  the  war  seriously.  Consider- 
ing the  opportunities  they  had  of  knowing  the  actual  situation, 
their  optimistic  utterances  were  criminal.  Perhaps  the  kindest 
explanation  is  that  men  with  giant  intellects,  like  Asquith,  Grey 
and  Balfour  usually  fail  to  understand  the  ordinary  every-day 
affairs  of  life. 

When  the  truth  was  told  the  masses  they  would  not  believe. 
It  needed  the  Zeppelin  raid  and  the  atrocity  stories  to  arouse 
them  from  the  state  of  apathy  which  had  been  encouraged  by 
the  Government.' 

This  being  the  situation  in  Britain,  for  many  months  after 
the  outbreak  of  the  war,  it  is  not  difficult  to  understand  whv 
we  are  not  yet  aroused  in  Canada;  why  we  have  not  yet  made 
practical  attempts  to  overcome  the  prejudice  in  Quebec. 

ONE  of  the  newest  developments  in  business  is  "investiga- 
tions." The  word  has  a  new  specific  meaning.  A  concern 
finds  its  goods  are  not  selling  in  some  fields.  Perhaps  there  is 
a  prejudice  against  them.  .  Other  makes  may  be  preferred. 
Smith  can't  sell  his  products  in  Quebec.  Jones  has  that  market, 
but  he  can't  sell  a  pound  in  Ontario.  The  Ontario  consumers 
won't  have  any  but  Smith's.  Or  it  may  be  a  new  market  is  to 
be  tried,  or  a  new  article.  They  see  the  leading  merchants  and 
families  in  scores  of  business  centres;  and  away  out  on  the 
farms.  When  they  get  through  they  will  have  answers  to 
or  explanations  on,  every  topic  the  manufacturer  needs,  to 
enable  him  to  decide  upon  the  best  plan  for  creating  a  sentiment 
for,  or  overcoming  the  prejudice  against,  his  goods  or  methods 
of  business.  Sometimes  a  manufacturer  will  find  a  prejudice 
has  been  created  against  him  by  unscrupulous  competitors — 
agitators — blackmailers  perhaps.  The  criminal  courts  and  the 
jails  are  then  the  remedies. 

This  intensive,  scientific  method  was  developed  more  gener- 
ally in  Germany  than  anywhere  else.  It  is  steadily  growing  in 
the  United  States. 

Germany,  through  a  New  York  business  house, 
asked  a  Toronto  firm  to  make  an  investigation  in 
Canada  a  few  months  before  the  war.  They  had 
not  the  men  to  do  the  work  and  a  corps  of  investi- 
gators sent  from  New  York  covered  the  leading 
centres  from  the  Atlantic  to  the   Pacific. 

We,  of  the  British  Empire,  as  a  result  of  our 
long  years  of  power  and  prosperity  have  been  in  a 
rut.  We  have  been  accustomed  to  fight  first  and 
investigate  afterwards,  as  Lord  Salislsury  said. 

The  usual  method  of  big  business  concerns  for  ^ 

overcoming  a   prejudice  or  creating  a   favorable  ^ 

sentiment  is  by  talks  to  the  people  they  desire  to  ''- 

influence.  As  it  is  impossible  to  secure  orators  or 
other  good  advocates  and  still  more  impossible  to 
personally  see  more  than  a  very  small  fraction  of         /■ 


the  people,  the  most  successful  concerns  put  their 
talks  in  writing  and  place  them  before  every 
person  interested  in  the  literature  they  read.  Even 
the  most  uninteresting  matter  eventually  succeeds. 
It  is  often  a  hard,  long  campaign,  for  wrong  in- 
formation, prejudices  and  falsehoods  travel  fast 
and  are  magnified  as  they  go.  Corrections  move 
with  the  tortoise. 

In  Canada  we  are  too  far  from  the  war  to  be 
seriously  influenced.  And,  besides,  the  competi- 
tor, the  agitator,  the  pacifist,  has  been  among  our 
people,  spreading  false  stories,  playing  upon  their 
prejudices. 


o 


I  UR  Government,  even  in  Parliament,  has  done 
nothing  to  counteract  wrong  impressions  or 
to  develop  right  sentiment.  Yet  they  had  a  splendid  series  of 
talks  to  send  out.  Why  were  not  the  Belgium-Bryce  report  and 
the  French  atrocity  report  printed  in  full  in  every  daily  and 
weekly  newspaper  in  Canada? 

A  perusal  of  "When  the  Prussians  came  to  Poland,"  by  the 
Countess  Turczynowicz — the  Canadian  woman,  who,  with  her 
children,  went  through  it  all — could  not  fail  to  impress  the 
people  who  think  the  dangers  magnified.  Lloyd  George's 
speeches  and  Northcliffe's  important  articles  should  be  placed 
in  every  home  in  the  Empire.  Balfour  should  have  sent  out  a 
straight  business  talk  to  the  people  of  Canada — told  us  the 
actual  conditions  as  he  told  them  in  Washington — that  we  were 
being  defeated;  and  that  final  defeat  would  mean  a  German 
Quebec,  that  the  rapings  of  Belgium  and  Poland  might  be 
repeated. 

No  foreigner  ever  created  so  profound  an  impression  on  a 
whole  nation  as  did  Balfour  at  Washington.  His  story  was  a 
revelation  to  the  American  leaders.  He  said  the  Allies  could 
not  hold  out  much  longer.  The  enemy  submarines  were  suc- 
ceeding only  too  well.  Unless  the  United  States  came  in  and 
assisted  them  in  directions  he  named,  they  would  assuredly  be 
defeated.  If  they  were  defeated,  Germany  would  make  the 
Americans  pay  the  cost  of  the  war  and  Canada  would  become  a 
German  colony.  The  Americans  knew  he  told  the  truth.  The 
seriousness  of  the  situation  stunned  them.  It  was  what  they 
needed  to  arouse  them.  Before  Mr.  Balfour  left  Washington 
the  United  States  had  agreed  to  the  first  effective  steps  to 
curb  the  submarines. 

Canada  got  no  such  straight  talk.  Instead,  Mr.  Balfour 
sent  us  a  message  of  beautifully  expressed  sentiments,  and 
those  of  us  who  have  tried  to  arouse  the  country  to  the  dangers 
ahead,  by  telling  the  actual  truth  are,  as  Frederick  Palmer,  the 
leading  Allied  war  correspondent,  recently  so  well  said, 

"Beinf?    subjected   to    an   amused    condescension    which    had    formerly   warned 
you  of  the  folly  of  proven  experience  tilting  at  an  adamant  state  of  mind.** 

ALL  Canada,  and  particularly  Quebec,  needs  to  be  educated, 
to  be  told  all  the  truth  about  this  war,  in  order  that  there 
may  be  given  the  moral  backing  to  the  conscription  which  can- 
not be  enforced  too  soon. 

The  real  truth  is  never  popular.  Therefore,  the  men  who 
know,  and  the  papers  which  ought  to  know,  keep  quiet.  The 
idle  rich  and  professional  politicians  whom  we  elect  to  rule — 
particularly  in  London — the  men  whose  duty  it  is  to  tell — sup- 
press the  facts,  because  they  would  expose  their  own  great 
incapacity  and  failures.  Lloyd  George  said  re- 
cently: "The  people  of  this  country  are  all  the 
„^S|  better    for    being    told    even    unpalatable    truths. 

^'Tr\.  It  is  essential  they  should  know  the  facts,  whether 

they  are  cheering  or  whether  they  are  discourag- 
ing. Unless  they  get  both  they  cannot  possibly 
exercise  reasonable  judgment  and  discretion,  or 
come  to  any  useful  decision  in  regard  to  the  facts 
of  the  case." 

The  public  otherwise  get  an  entirely  erroneous 
impression,  and  when  the  real  truth  is  told  they  do 
not  want  to  hear  it.  They  suspect  the  motives  of 
the  people  who  tell  them;  and  they  do  not  believe 
them.  They  demand  action  by  the  Censor,  instead 
of  the  elimination  of  the  incompetent  politicians. 


Back  to  the  City! 

This  is  the  End  of  a  Perfect  Growing 

Season  ^ 

By  Stephen  Leacock 

Author   of   "Further  Foolishness,"  "Germany  from 
Within,"   etc. 

Illustrated    by    C.    W.    Jefferys 


Our  radish- 
e  8  stand 
seven  feet 
high,  un- 
beatable. 


1HAVE  just  come  back  —  now  in  the 
third  week  of  September — to  the  city. 
I  have  hung  up  my  hoe  in  my  study, 
my  spade  is  put  away  behind  the  piano. 
I  have  with  me  seven  pounds  of  Paris 
Green  that  I  had  over.  Anybody  who 
wants  it  may  have  it.  I  didn't  like  to  bury 
it  for  fear  of  its  poisoning  the  ground.  I 
didn't  like  to  throw  it  away  for  fear  of  its 
destroying  cattle.  I  was  afraid  to  leave  it 
in  my  summer  place  for  fear  that  it  might 
poison  the  tramps  who  generally  break 
in  in  November.  I  have  it  with  me  now. 
I  move  it  from  room  to  room,  as  I  hate 
to  turn  my  back  upon  it.  Anybody  who 
wants  it,  I  repeat,  can  have  it. 

I  should  like  also  to  give  away  either  to 
the  Red  Cross  or  to  any  thing  else,  ten 


Who  would  suspect  that  a  man  was  keeping  in 
reserve  a  pair  of  breeches  four  sizes  too  large. 


packets  of  radish  seed  (the 
early  curled  variety,  I  think) , 
fifteen  packets  of  cucumber 
seed  (the  long  succulent  var- 
iety, I  believe  it  says),  and 
twenty  packets  of  onion  seed 
(the  Yellow  Danvers,  dis- 
tinguished, I  understand,  for 
its  edible  flavor  and  its  nu- 
tritious properties).  It  is 
not  likely  that  I  shall  ever, 
on  this  side  of  the  grave, 
plant  onion  seed  again.  All 
these  things  I  have  with  me. 
My  vegetables  are  to  come 
after  me  by  freight.  They 
are  booked  from  Simcoe 
County  to  Toronto:  at  pre- 
sent they  are,  I  believe, 
passing  through  Sche- 
nectady. But  they  will 
arrive  later  all  right. 
They  were  seen  going 
through  Detroit  last 
week,  moving  west.  It 
is  the  first  time  that  I 
ever  sent  anything  by 
freight  anywhere.  I 
never  understood  before 
the  wonderful  organiza- 
tion   of    the    railroads. 

But  they  tell  me  that  there 
is  a  bad  congestion  of 
freight  down  South  this 
month.  If  my  vegetables 
get  tangled  up  in  that  there 
is  no  telling  when  they  will 
arrive. 

IN  other  words,  I  am  one 
of  the  legion  of  men — 
quiet,  determined,  resolute 
men  — •  who  went  out  last 
spring  to  plant  the  land,  and 
who  are  now  back. 

With  me — and  I  am  sure 
that  I  speak  for  all  the 
others  as  well — it  was  not  a 
question  of  mere  pleasure; 
it  was  no  love  of  gardening 
for  its  own  sake  that  in- 
spired us.  It  was  a  plain 
national  duty.  What  we 
said  to  ourselves  was:  "This 
war  has  got  to  stop.  The 
men  in  the  trenches  thus  far 
have  failed  to  stop  it.  Now 
let  MS  try.  The  whole  thing, 
we  argued,  is  a  plain  matter 
of  food  production. 

"If  we  raise  enough  food 
the  Germans  are  bound  to 
starve.  Very  good.  Let  us 
kill  them." 

I  suppose  there  was  never 
a  more  grimly  determined 
set  of  men  went  out  from  the 


cities  than  those  who  went  out  last  May, 
as  I  did,  to  conquer  the  food  problem.  I 
don't  mean  to  say  that  each  and  every  one 
of  us  actually  left  the  city.  But  we  all 
"went  forth"  in  the  metaphorical  sense. 
Some  of  the  men  cultivated  back  gardens; 
others  took  vacant  lots;  some  went  out 
into  the  suburbs;  and  others,  like  myself, 
went  right  out  into  the  country. 

We  are  now  back.  Each  of  us  has  with 
him  his  Paris  Green,  his  hoe  and  the  rest 
of  his  radish  seed. 

THE  time  has,  therefore,  come  for  a 
plain,  clear  statement  of  our  experi- 
ence. We  have,  as  everybody  knows, 
failed.  We  have  been  beaten  back  all 
along  the  line.  Our  potatoes  are  buried 
in  a  jungle  of  autumn  burdocks.  Our 
radishes  stand  seven  feet  high,  uneatable. 
Our  tomatoes,  when  last  seen,  were  green- 
er than  they  were  at  the  beginning  of 
August,  and  getting  greener  every  week. 
Our  celery  looked  as  delicate  as  a  maiden 
hair  fern.  Our  Indian  corn  was  nine  feet 
high  with  a  tall  feathery  spike  on  top  of 
that,  but  no  sign  of  anything  eatable  about 
it  from  top  to  bottom. 

I  LOOK  back  with  a  sigh  of  regret  at 
those  bright,  early  days  in  April  when 
we  were  all  buying  hoes,  and  talking  soil 
and  waiting  for  the  snow  to  be  off  the 
ground.  The  street  cars,  as  we  went  up 
and  down  to  our  offices  were  a  busy  babel 
of   garden    talk.      There   was   a    sort   of 


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farmer-like  geniality  in  the  air.  One  spoke 
freely  to  strangers.  Every  man  with  a 
hoe  was  a  friend.  Men  chewed  straws  in 
their  offices,  and  kept  looking  out  of  win- 
dows to  pretend  to  themselves  that  they 
were  afraid  it  might  blow  up  rain.  "Got 
your  tomatoes  in?"  one  man  would  ask 
another  as  they  went  up  in  the  elevator. 
"Yes,  I  got  mine  in  yesterday,"  the  other 
would  answer,  "but  I'm  just  a  little  afraid 
that  this  east  wind  may  blow  up  a  little 
frost.  What  we  need  now  is  growing 
weather."  And  the  two  men  would  drift 
off  together  from  the  elevator  door  along 
the  corridor,  their  heads  together  in 
friendly  colloquy. 

I  have  always  regarded  a  lawyer  as  a 
man  without  a  soul.  There  is 
one  who  lives  next  door  to  me 
to  whom  I  have  not  spoken  in 
five  years.  Yet  when  I  saw  him 
one  day  last  spring  heading  for 
the  suburbs  in  a  pair  of  old 
trousers  with  a  hoe  in  one  hand 
and  a  box  of  celery  plants  in  the 
other  I  felt  that  I  loved  the 
man.  I  used  to  think  that  stock 
brokers  were  mere  sordid  calcu- 
lating machines.  Now  that  I 
have  seen  whole  firms  of  them 
busy  at  the  hoe  wearing  old 
trousers  that  reached  to  their 
armpits  and  were  tied  about  the 
waist  with  a  polka  dot  neck- 
tie, I  know  that  they  are  men. 
I  know  that  there  are  warm 
hearts  beating  behind  those 
trousers. 

Old  trousers,  I  say.  Where 
on  earth  did  they  all  come  from 
in  such  a  sudden  fashion  last 
spring?  Everybody  had  them. 
Who  would  suspect  that  a  man 
drawing  a  salary  of  ten  thou- 
sand a  year  was  keeping  in  re- 
serve a  pair  of  pepper  and  salt 
breeches,  four  sizes  too  large 
for  him,  just  in  case  a  war 
should  break  out  against  Ger- 
many! Talk  of  German  mobili- 
zation! I  doubt  whether  the 
organizing  power  was  all  on 
their  side  after  all.  At  any 
rate  it  is  estimated  that  fifty 
thousand  pairs  of  old  trousers 
were  mobilized  in  Toronto  in 
one  week. 

But  perhaps  it  was  not  a  case 
of  mobilization,  or  deliberate 
preparedness.  It  was  rather 
an  illustration  of  the  primitive 
instinct  that  is  in  all  of  us  and 
that  will  out  in  "war  time."  Any  man 
worth  the  name  would  wear  old  breeches 
all  the  time  if  the  world  would  let  him. 
Any  man  will  wind  a  polka  dot  tie  round 
his  waist  in  preference  to  wearing  patent 
braces.  The  makers  of  the  ties  know 
this.  That  is  why  they  make  the  tie  four 
feet  long.  And  in  the  same  way  if  any 
manufacturer  of  hats  will  put  on  the  mar- 
ket an  old  fedora,  with  a  limp  rim  and 
a  mark  where  the  ribbon  used  to  be  but 
is  not — a  hat  guaranteed  to  be  six  years 
old,  well  weathered,  well  rained  on,  and 
certified  to  have  been  walked  over  by  a 
herd  of  cattle — that  man  will  make  and 
deserve  a  fortune. 

These  at  least  were  the  fashions  of  last 
May.  Alas,  where  are  they  now?  The 
men  that  wore  them  have  relapsed  again 
into  tailor-made  tweeds.  They  have  put 
on  hard  new  hats.  They  are  shining  their 
boots  again.  They  are  shaving  again,  not 
merely  on    Saturday    night,    but    every 


day.     They  are  sinking  back  into  civili- 
zation. 

YET  those  were  bright  times  and  I 
cannot  forbear  to  linger  on  them. 
Not  the  least  pleasant  feature  was  our  re- 
discovery of  the  morning.  My  neighbor 
on  the  right  was  always  up  at  five.  My 
neighbor  on  the  left  was  out  and  about 
by  four.  With  the  eajjiest  light  of  day 
little  columns  of  smoke  rose  along  our 
street  from  the  kitchen  ranges  where  our 
wives  were  making  coffee  for  us  before  the 
servants  got  up.  By  six  o'clock  the  street 
was  alive  and  busy  with  friendly  saluta- 
tions. The  milkman  seemed  a  late  comer, 
a  poor,  sluggish  fellow  who  failed  to  ap- 


\\    X      \     X 

One  spoke  freely  to  strangers. 

preciate  the  early  hours  of  the  day.  A 
man,  we  found,  might  live  through  quite  a 
little  Iliad  of  adventure  before  going  to 
his  nine  o'clock  office. 

"How  will  you  possibly  get  time  to  put 
in  a  garden?"  I  asked  of  one  of  my  neigh- 
bors during  this  glad  period  of  early 
spring  just  before  I  left  for  the  country. 
"Time!"  he  exclaimed.  "Why,  my  dear 
fellow,  I  don't  have  to  be  down  at  the 
warehouse  till  eight-thirty." 

Later  in  the  summer  I  saw  the  wreck  of 
his  garden,  choked  with  weeds.  "Your 
garden,"  I  said,  "is  in  poor  shape."  "Gar- 
den!"  he  said  indignantly.  "How  on  earth 
can  I  find  time  for  a  garden?  Do  you 
realize  that  I  have  to  be  down  at  the 
warehouse  at  eight-thirty?" 

WHEN  I  look  back  to  our  bright  be- 
ginnings our  failure  seems  hard  in- 
deed to  understand.  It  is  only  when  1 
survey   the   whole   garden    movement   in 


melancholy  retrospect  that  I  am  able  to 
see  some  of  the  reasons  for  it. 

The  principal  one,  I  think,  is  the  ques- 
tion of  the  season.  It  appears  that  the 
right  time  to  begin  gardening  is  last  year. 
For  many  things  it  is  well  to  begin  the 
year  before  last.  For  good  results  one 
must  begin  even  sooner.  Here,  for  ex- 
ample, are  the  directions,  as  I  interpret 
them,  for  growing  asparagus.  Having 
secured  a  suitable  piece  of  ground,  pre- 
ferably a  deep  friable  loam  rich  in  nitro- 
gen, go  out  three  years  ago  and  plough  or 
dig  deeply.  Remain  a  year  inactive, 
thinking.  Two  years  ago  pulverize  the 
soil  thorouglOy.  Wait  a  year.  As  soon 
as  last  year  comes  set  out  the  young 
shoots.  Then  spend  a  quiet 
winter  doing  nothing.  The  as- 
paragus will  then  be  ready  to 
work  at  this  year. 

This  is  the  rock  on  which  we 
were  wrecked.  Few  of  us  were 
men  of  sufficient  means  to  spend 
several  years  in  quiet  thought 
waiting  to  begin  gardening. 
Yet  that  is,  it  seems,  the  only 
way  to  begin.  Asparagus  de- 
mands a  preparation  of  four 
years.  To  fit  oneself  to  grow 
strawberries  requires  three 
years.  Even  for  such  humble 
things  as  peas,  beans,  and 
lettuce  the  instructions  inevit- 
ably read,  "plough  the  soil 
deeply  in  the  preceding  au- 
tumn." This  sets  up  a  dilem- 
ma. Which  is  the  preceding 
autumn?  If  a  man  begins  gar- 
dening in  the  spring  he  is  too 
late  for  last  autumn  and  too 
early  for  this.  On  the  other 
hand  if  he  begins  in  the  autumn 
he  is  again  too  late;  he  has 
missed  this  summer's  crop.  It 
.  is,  therefore  ridiculous  to  begin 
in  the  autumn  and  impossible 
to  begin  in  the  spring. 

THIS  was  our  first  difficulty. 
But  the  second  arose  from 
the  question  of  the  soil  itself. 
All  the  books  and  instructions 
insist  that  the  selection  of  the 
soil  is  the  most'important  part 
of  gardening.  No  doubt  it  is. 
But  if  a  man  has  already 
selected  his  own  back  yard  be- 
fore he  opens  the  book,  what 
remedy  is  there?  All  the  books 
lay  stress  on  the  need  of  "a 
deep,  friable  loam  full  of  nitro- 
gen." This  I  have  never  seen.  My  own 
plot  of  land  I  found  on  examination  to 
contain  nothing  but  earth.  I  could  see 
no  trace  of  nitrogen.  I  do  not  deny  the 
existence  of  loam.  There  may  be  such 
a  thing.  But  I  am  admitting  now  in  all 
humility  of  mind  that  I  don't  know  what 
loam  is.  Last  spring  my  fellow  gardeners 
and  I  all  talked  freely  of  the  desirability 
of  "a  loam."  My  own  opinion  is  that  none 
of  them  had  any  clearer  ideas  about  it 
than  I  had.*  Speaking  from  experience  I 
should  say  that  the  only  soils  are  earth, 
mud  and  dirt.     There  are  no  others. 

But  I  leave  out  the  soil.  In  any  case 
we  were  mostly  forced  to  disregard  it. 
Perhaps  a  more  fruitful  source  of  failure 
even  than  the  lack  of  loam  was  the  at- 
tempt to  apply  calculation  and  mathe- 
matics to  gardening.  Thus,  if  one  cab- 
bage will  grow  in  one  square  foot  of 
ground,  how  many  cabbages  will  grow  in 
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at  all.  The  answer  is  one.  You  will  find 
as  a  matter  of  practical  experience  that 
however  many  cabbages  you  plant  in  a 
garden  plot  there  will  be  only  one  that 
will  really  grow.  This  you  will  presently 
come  to  speak  of  as  the  cabbage.  Beside 
it  all  the  others  (till  the  caterpillers 
finally  finish  their  experience)  will  look  but 
poor,  lean  things.  But  the  cabbage  will 
be  a  source  of  pride  and  an  object  of  dis- 
play to  visitors;  in  fact  it  would  ulti- 
mately have  grown  to  be  a  real  cabbage, 
such  as  you  buy  for  ten  cents  at  any  mar- 
ket, were  it  not  that  you  inevitably  cut  it 
and  eat  it  when  it  is  still  only  half-grown. 
This  always  happens  to  the  one  cabbage 
that  is  of  decent  size,  and  to  the  one 
tomato  that  shows  signs  of  turning  red 
(it  is  really  a  feeble  green-pink),  and  to 
the  only  melon  that  might  have  lived  to 
ripen.  They  get  eaten.  No  one  but  a 
practised  professional  gardener  can  live 
and  sleep  beside  a  melon  three-quarters 
ripe  and  a  cabbage  two-thirds  grown 
without  going  out  and  tearing  it  off  the 
stem. 

EVEN  at  that  it  is  not  a  bad  plan  to 
eat  the  stuff  while  you  can.  The 
most  peculiar  thing  about  gardening  is 
that  all  of  a  sudden  everything  is  too  old 
to  eat.  Radishes  change  over  night  from 
delicate  young  shoots  not  large  enough  to 
put  on  the  table  into  huge  plants  seven 
feet  high  with  a  root  like  an  Irish  shil- 
laleh.  If  you  take  your  eyes  off  a  lettuce 
bed  for  a  week  the  lettuces,  not  ready 
to  eat  when  you  last  looked  at  them,  have 
changed  into  a  tall  jungle  of  hollyhocks. 
Green  peas  are  only  really  green  for 
about  two  hours.  Before  that  they  are 
young  peas;  after  that  they  are  old  peas. 
Cucumbers  are  the  worst  case  of  all. 
They  change  overnight  from  delicate  little 
bulbs  obviously  too  slight  and  dainty  to 
pick,  to  old  cases  of  yellow  leather  filled 
with  seeds. 

If  I  were  ever  to  garden  again,  a  thing 


which  is  out  of  the  bounds  of  possibility,  I 
should  wait  until  a  certain  day  and  hour 
when  all  the  plants  were  ripe,  and  then 
go  out  with  a  gun  and  shoot  them  all 
dead,  so  they  could  grow  no  more. 


BU  T  calcula- 
tion, I  repeat, 
is  the  bane  of  gar- 
dening. I  knew 
among  our  group 
of  food  producers, 
a  party  of  young 
engineers,  college 
men,  who  took  an 
empty  farm  north 
of  Toronto  as  the 
scene  o  f  their 
summer  opera- 
tions. .  They  took 
their  coats  off  and 
applied  college 
methods.  They 
ran  out,  first,  a 
base  line  AB,  and 
measured  off  from 
it  •  lateral  spurs 
MN,  OP,  QR,  and 
so  on.  From  these 
they  took  side 
angles  with  a 
theodolite  so  as  to 
get  the  edges  of 
each  of  the  separ- 
ate plots  of  their 
land  absolutely 
correct.  I  saw 
them  working  at 
it  all  through  one 
Saturday  after- 
n  0  o  n  in  May. 
They  talked  as 
they  did  it  of  the 
peculiar  ignor- 
ance of  the  so- 
called  practical 
farmer.  He  never 
— so  they  agreed 


The  cabbage  will  be  a  source  of  pride. 


Those  who  ivorked  with  their  hands  got  an 
injunction  against  anyone  offering  advice 


—  uses   his   head.      He 
never — I   think   I  have 
their  phrase   correct  — 
stops  to  think.    In  lay- 
ing out  his  ground  for 
use,  it  never  occurs  to 
him   to   try   to   get   the 
maximum  result  from  a 
given  space.   If  the  man 
would  only  realize  that 
the  contents  of  a  circle 
represent  the  maximum 
of  space  enclosable  in  a 
given     perimeter,     and 
that   any   one   circle   is 
a  function  of  its 
own      radius, 
what  a   lot  of 
time  he  would 
save. 

These  young 
men  that  I 
speak  of  laid 
out  their  field 
engineer- 
fashion  with 
little  white 
posts  at  even 
distances. 
They  made  a 
blue  print  of 
the  whole  thing 
as  they  planted 
it.  Every  cor- 
ner of  it  was 
charted  out. 
The  yield  was 


calculated  to  a  nicety.  They  had  allowed 
for  the  fact  that  some  of  the  stuff  might 
fail  to  grow  by  introducing  what  they 
called  "a  co-efficient  of  error."  By  means 
of  this  and  by  reducing  the  variation  of 
autumn  prices  to  a  mathematical  curve 
those  men  not  only  knew  already  in  the 
middle  of  May  the  exact  yield  of  their  farm 
to  within  half  a  bushel  (they  allowed,  they 
said,  a  variation  of  half  a  bushel  per  fifty 
acres),  but  they  knew  before  hand  within 
a  few  cents  the  market  value  that  they 
would  receive.  The  figures,  as  I  remem- 
ber them,  were  simply  amazing.  It  seemed 
incredible  that  fifty  acres  could  produce  so 
much.  Yet  there  were  the  plain  facts  in 
front  of  one,  calculated  out.  The  thing 
amounted  practically  to  a  revolution  in 
farming.  At  least  it  ought  to  have.  And 
it  would  have  if  those  young  men  had 
come  back  again  to  hoe  their  field.  But 
it  turned  out,  most  unfortunately,  that 
they  were  busy.  To  their  great  regret 
they  were  too  busy  to  come.  They  had 
been  working  under  a  free  and  easy  ar- 
rangement. Each  man  was  to  give  what 
time  he  could  every  Saturday.  It  was 
left  to  every  man's  honor  to  do  what  he 
could.  There  was  no  compulsion.  Each 
man  trusted  the  others  to  be  there.  In 
fact  the  thing  was  not  only  an  experiment 
in  food  production,  it  was  also  a  new  de- 
parture in  social  cooperation.  The  first 
Saturday  that  those  young  men  worked 
there  were,  so  I  have  been  told,  seventy- 
five  of  them  driving  in  white  stakes  and 
running  lines.     The  next  Saturday  there 


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were  fifteen  of  them  planting  potatoes. 
The  rest  were  busy.  The  week  after  that 
there  was  one  man  hoeing  weeds.  After 
that  silence  fell  upon  the  deserted  garden, 
broken  only  by  the  cry  of  the  chick-a-dee 
and  the  choo-choo  feeding  on  the  waving 
heads  of  the  thistles. 

Near  to  these  young  men  in  a  similar 
field  there  operated,  I  am  told,  an  as- 
sembled party  of  lawyers.  They,  too, 
failed.  It  was  their  claim  that  farming 
is  done  in  too  vague  a  fashion  without 
a  proper  understanding  of  the  legal  rights 
of  the  parties  concerned.  They  organized 
themselves  into  a  corporation.  Every- 
thing was  on  a  business  footing. 

The  time  of  those  who  worked  with 
their  hands  was  rated  at  fifty  cents  an 


hour  and  recorded.  The  time  of  those  who 
gave  advice  was  counted  up  at  five  dollars 
an  hour — the  lowest  figure,  they  admitted, 
at  which  they  could  afford  to  do  it.  They 
failed.  When  the  hot  spell  of  weather 
came  in  June  those  who  worked  with  their 
hands  got  out  an  injunction  against  any- 
body offering  to  give  advice  in  the  heat  to 
a  man  working.    The  corporation  ended. 

BUT  these  are  only  two  or  three  of  the 
ways  of  failing  at  food  production. 
There  are  ever  so  many  more.  What 
amazes  me  is,  in  returning  to  the  city, 
to  find  the  enormous  quantities  of  pro- 
duce of  all  sorts  offered  for  sale  in  the 
markets.  It  is  an  odd  thing  that  last 
spring,  by  a  queer  oversight,  we  never 


thought,  any  of  us,  of  this  process  of  in- 
creasing the  supply.  If  every  patriotic 
man  would  simply  take  a  large  basket  and 
go  to  the  market  every  day  and  buy  all 
that  he  could  carry  away  there  need  be 
no  further  fear  of  a  food  famine. 

And,  meantime,  my  own  vegetables  are 
on  their  way.  They  are  in  a  soap  box 
with  bars  across  the  top,  coming  by 
freight.  They  weigh  forty-six  pounds, 
including  the  box.  They  represent  the 
result  of  four  months'  arduous  toil  in 
sun,  wind,  and  storm.  Yet  it  is  pleasant 
to  think  that  I  shall  be  able  to  feed  with 
them  some  poor  family  of  refugees  dur- 
ing the  rigor  of  the  winter.  Either  that 
or  feed  them  to  the  hens.  I  certainly 
won't  eat  the  rotten  things  myself. 


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THAT  Germany  is  laying  all  her  plans 
with  the  objective  point  of  a  big  oflfensive 
in  1918  directed  against  France,  an  offensive 
that  will  destroy  the  French  army,  is  the  sub- 
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CONTENTS  OF 

REVIEWS 

The  Failure  of  the  U-Boat 

9 

Decisive  Naval  Battle  Not  Possible. 

10 

Germany's  Big  Offensive  in  1918. . . 

42 

What  is  Happening  in  Belgium.... 

43 

Making  Animated  Cartoons   

44 

Prospects  of  Peace    

45 

Was  J.  P.  Morgan  "Hard  Up" 

46 

German  Socialists  Believed  in  War. 

47 

China  Needs  the  Foreigner 

49 

Secret  Truce  Signals  at  the  Front?. 

50 

The  Escape  of  the  Glasgow 

53 

A  Monarch  in  North  America 

55 

The  Menace  of  the  Rats 

58 

America  Needs  More  Babies 

62 

A  Movie  Magnate 

62 

Will  the  Jewish  Race  Disappear?.  . 

63 

German  and  Austrian  Prisoners  in 

Russia   

66 
88 

Industrial   Britain    

Photographs  by   Cable 

89 

The  Passing  of  the  Tenderloin 

90 

Roth  in  The  Saturday  Evening  Post.  Mr. 
Roth  was  formerly  United  States  Vice-Consul 
at  Plauen,  Saxony  and  had  exceptional  oppor- 
tunities for  observation.  He  concludes  his 
articles  with  reasons  why  he  believes  the 
Germans  will  fail.  It  is  his  belief  that  the 
German  people  will  not  stand  the  strain  until 
1918  but  will  force  the  war  lords  to  make 
peace.  His  outline  of  German  strategy,  is  as 
follows : 

France  is  implacable.  France  is  not  to  be 
bluffed,  or  terrified,  or  discouraged  by  sacri- 
fice. The  Germans  know  this.  The  great 
General  Staff  of  Germany  has  not  recovered 
from  its  French  surprise  after  three  years 
of  fighting,  but  it  has  learned  to  appreciate 
France.  France  is  only  to  be  beaten  by  be- 
ing destroyed,  and  the  Germans  are  deter- 
mined to  destroy  her. 

"Our  strategy  in  France  is  to  bleed  the 
enemy  white  and  then  to  cut  down  the  weak- 
ened body,"  Von  Heydebrand  told  me  in  Berlin 
"France  will  never  recover  from  the  effects 
of  this  war." 

France  has  become  the  central  problem  of 
Germany's  military  endeavor.  France  is  the 
military  problem.  German  victory  is  to  fol- 
low close  upon  the  heels  of  the  collapse  of 
France.  German  victory  must  be  delayed  un- 
til France  does  collapse.  It  follows  that  the 
life  of  able-bodied  Frenchmen  must  be  cut 
down  at  all  costs  and  that  French  economic 
resistance  must  be  destroyed  by  every  means. 

The  Verdun  offensive  was  a  labor  of  killing 
Frenchmen. 

The  enticement  of  every  fresh  French  of- 
fensive is  a  labor  of  the  same  nature.  The 
preparation  of  every  fresh  German  offensive 
in  France  has  the  same  object.  The  submar- 
ine must  withhold  supplies  from  France. 
Dynamite  must  wreck  the  cities  and  the  in- 
dustries of  France.  The  territories  of  France 
behind  the  German  lines  must  be  turned  into 


desert  wastes.  But,  above  all,  the  Germans 
must  kill,  kill,  kill  Frenchmen.  This  is  the 
German  analysis  of  the  French  problem  as 
it  has  often  been  explained  to  me  by  those 
engaged  in  its  solution. 

There  is  no  hatred  for  the  French  among 
the  Germans.  Their  dictum  that  France  must 
die  is  merely  a  businesslike  summing  up  of 
German  necessities.  And  the  German  General 
Staff  follows  the  estimated  day-by-day  casual- 
ties among  the  French  with  scientific  satis- 
faction. Ratios  of  German  losses  to  French 
losses  are  continually  being  revised  and  cold- 
blooded calculations  of  the  number  of  Ger- 
mans that  can  be  paid  for  a  given  number 
of  Frenchmen  are  continually  being  redeter- 
mined. I  have  often  shuddered  over  explana- 
tions of  this  scientific  warfare.  When  the 
Germans  have  enjoyed  a  period  of  unusually 
favorable  ratio  of  loss  it  is  determined  that  a 
certain  surplus  for  wastage  is  free  for  the 
prosecution  of  some  tactical  advantage,  and 
the  General  Staff  orders  some  long-contem- 
plated offensive.  Thus  the  frightful  slaughter 
of  Allied  troops  at  La  Basse  created  a  sur- 
plus of  German  troops  for  wastage  at  Verdun. 

Likewise  the  terrible  percentage  of  Allied 
losses  on  the  Somme  created  a  large  surplus 
of  German  troops  to  be  sacrificed  on  the 
Aisne  this  year.  The  Western  Front  is  a 
business  by  itself,  and  this  business  is  di- 
rected without  consideration  of  the  affairs 
on  other  Fronts.  My  friends  among  the 
German  officers  assured  me  again  and  again 
that  Germany  would  win  the  war  in  France, 
though,  at  the  same  time,  Germany  was  filling 
the  world  with  reports  that  she  was  to  find  her 
grand  decision  in  Russia,  in  the  Balkans,  in 
Egypt  and  on  the  sea. 

Every  element  of  Germany's  war  machin- 
ery is  working  with  special  reference  to 
France.  Munition  stores  and  munition  re- 
serves must  be  first  worked  out  for  the  West- 
ern Front  before  the  other  Fronts  may  draw 
their  allotments.  Raw  troops  are  mostly 
trained  under  fire  in  Russia,  in  the  Balkans 
and  in  Turkey  before  they  are  sent  to  the 
West.  The  reserves  behind  the  Western  lines 
are  never  depleted,  no  matter  how  great  the 
need   for   reinforcements   may   be   elsewhere. 


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The  picked  troops  of  the  German  Empire — 
medal  winners  all — are  employed  on  the  West- 
ern Front  in  flying  organizations  for  the 
toughest  and  most  difficult  operations.  Lieu- 
tenant Enck,  of  the  One  Hundred  and  Thirty- 
fourth  Saxon  Regiment,  a  friend  of  mine  of 
eight  years'  standing,  commanded  in  one  of 
these  flying  organizations,  and  in  six  months' 
time  he  had  seen  desperate  service  on  the 
Western  Front,  all  the  way  from  Ypres,  in 
Flanders,  to  Altkirch,  in  Alsace.  Every  man 
in  his  command  had  the  Iron  Cross,  and  most 
of  them  had  one  or  more  other  orders. 

Lieutenant  Enck  told  me  that  the  men  in 
these  flying  organizations  become  merciless 
savages  by  reason  of  the  blood-glut  of  their 
work.  He  said  that  the  men  of  these  organ- 
izations seldom  give  quarter,  but  kill  both 
enemy  wounded  and  prisoners.  He  spoke  of 
receiving  orders  to  take  no  Canadian  prison- 
ers when  his  command  was  doing  duty  in 
Flanders.  His  troops  held  a  trench  section 
next  to  a  Bavarian  flying  contingent,  and  he 
described  how  the  Bavarians  split  the  heads 
of  their  prisoners  with  their  keenly  sharpen- 
ed intrenching  tools. 

"The  prisoners  let  out  just  one  roar,"  he 
said;  "and  it  was  funny  to  see  them  sprawl 
round  on   the  ground  like  crazy  crabs!" 


To  my  mind  the  German  conception  of  war 
is  far  from  funny,  and  I  could  repeat  many 
a  tale  to  prove  my  point;  but,  then,  these 
tales  have  no  place  in  the  present  story. 

Waste  the  enemy  and  retreat,  is  the  key  to 
Germany's  plans  in  the  West.  In  other  words, 
the  General  Staff  is  adopting  the  much  pooh- 
poohed  strategy  of  Pere  Joffre.  Line  after 
line  of  intrenchments  and  field  fortifications 
has  been  prepared  for  this  retreat,  broken  by 
lunges  forward  as  favorable  opportunities 
occur;  and  meantime  troops,  munitions  and 
plans  are  being  assiduously  prepared  for  the 
knock-out  campaign  to  be  begun  in  France's 
"hour  of  weakness." 

"The  line  of  the  Western  Front  is  a  power- 
ful, unbroken  fortress,"  Lieutenant  Enck  said 
to  me  one  evening.  We  were  discussing  with 
a  number  of  furloughed  Saxon  officers  the 
probable  duration  of  the  war.  This  was  in 
the  autumn  of  last  year.  "The  enemy  has 
been  persistently  dashing  himself  to  pieces 
against  this  fortress  for  many  months.  He 
accomplishes  nothing.  Here  and  there  he 
overruns  an  outwork,  a  detail  of  the  fortress. 
Or  his  luck  is  better  and  he  captures  a  whole 
section  of  the  fortress;  but  he  never  breaks 
into  the  stronghold  itself,  and  no  matter  how 
brilliant  his  work  or  how  costly  his  venture 


he  always  finds  himself  confronted  with  the 
necessity  of  starting  his  task  all  over  again. 
France  must  break  through  this  fortified  line 
or  give  up  the  fight.  As  things  stand,  France 
is  rapidly  exhausting  herself  in  man  power 
and  economic  power  by  fruitless  endeavor." 

"But  surely  Germans  are  being  killed  and 
German  munitions  are  being  expended  in  the 
resistance?"  I  broke  in. 

"Certainly.  The  expenditure  of  munitions 
on  both  sides  would  be  about  equal  were  it  not 
for  the  superiority  of  our  gunners.  Our  loss 
in  men,  however,  is  much  less.  We  have  been 
losing  effectives  on  the  Western  Front  in  a 
ratio  of  about  one  to  five.  If  this  ratio  is 
continued  for  another  year  France  will  not 
be  able  to  hold  her  lines,  much  less  to  continue 
her  offensive.  Meantime  we  are  preparing 
the  blow,  and  preparing  it  with  all  care,  which 
will  finish  France  once  for  all  and  end  the 
war.  This  blow  should  be  delivered  in  the 
spring  or  fall  of  1918.  Its  initial  movements 
will  be  carried  out  by  the  finest  body  of  picked 
offensive  troops  the  world  has  ever  seen,  and 
these  troops  will  be  supported  by  a  predomin- 
ant artillery  and  an  inexhaustible  munitions 
reserve.  England  will  be  unable  to  save 
France." 


What  is  Happening  in  Belgium 


A   Glimpse  Behind  the  Scenes  in  the 
Conquered  Country 

A  SOUL-STIRRING  story  of  what  is  trans- 
spiring  in  Belgium  is  told  by  John  A. 
Gade  in  Hearst's  Magazine.  Mr.  Gade  was 
engaged  in  that  stricken  country  with  the 
Hoover  Mission  and  was  brought  closely  in 
touch  with  the  suffering  people.  He  gives  a 
close-up  impression  of  what  is  happening 
behind  the  German  lines: 

Nobody's  home,  or  even  thoughts,  are  any 
longer  his  own.  The  whole  people  are  at  bay, 
cut  off  from  the  outside  world,  like  so  many 
lepers.  German  bayonets  to  the 
east  and  south,  mines  and  sub- 
marines to  the  west,  and  across  the 
entire  northern  •  frontier  a  double 
fence  of  high-tensioned  electrified 
wires;  between  them,  every  few 
hundred  feet,  a  sentinel,  his  fingers 
on  the  trigger.  Once  inside,  you 
feel  as  if  you  were  locked  up  in  a 
sepulchral  vault,  from  which  no  cry 
can  reach  the  ear  of  the  outside 
world  or  any  struggle  free  you. 
Without  are  fathers,  husbands,  sons 
and  lovers.  Inside,  seven  and  a 
half  million  Belgians  and  two  and 
a  half  million  French  who,  almost 
without  exception,  have  during  the 
last  three  years  been  unable  to 
communicate  with  each  other.  Ger- 
man prisons  entomb  43,000  more, 
and  German  fields  and  workshops 
some   70,000   deported   slaves. 

Never  did  the  pathos,  the  an- 
guish, of  it  strike  me  more  for- 
cibly than  during  the  last  few  days 
before  my  dep«rture.  I  devoted 
them  to  memorizing  names  and  ad- 
dresses. Not  a  written  word  could 
pass  out  with  me.  One  Belgian 
woman  after  another,  who  felt  she 
might  ask  a  small  favor,  came  with 
the  one  sentence  she  had  framed 
and  reframed  in  order  to  make  it 
short  and  concise  and  yet  as  fraught 
with  meaning  as  possible.  The 
moment  I  was  free  I  was  to  send 
it  to  the  loved  one  on  "the  other 
side,"  fighting  for  his  country. 
"Just  say,  Inez  still  loves  you!" 
"Tell  my  boy  I  know  he  is  doing 
his  duty,  and  that  makes  me  happy." 
"Write  my  husband  we  had  a  little 
girl,  thirty  months  ago,  and  she 
has  his  eyes."  A  mother  would 
bring  her  children  to  my  door-step 
that  I  might  write  I  had  laid  my 
eyes    on    them. 


In  all  modes  of  communication  the  Belgians 
have  gone  back  to  the  eighteenth  century. 
Their  telephones  have  been  wrenched  from 
the  walls,  leaving  only  melancholy  broken 
wires.  You  might  as  well  ask  for  a  private 
appointment  with  the  Kaiser  as  to  send  a 
telegram.  Such  service  belongs  alone  to  the 
civil  and  military  officials.  As  only  higher 
officers,  the  head  delegates  of  the  American 
Commission,  and  a  few  favored  and  aged  mem- 
bers of  the  National  Committee,  have  motors, 
they  are  as  rare  as  during  the  first  year  of 
their  invention.  In  gray  war-paint,  with 
black  eagles  upon  their  panels,  they  rush  top- 
speed  through  villages  and  fields  on  their 
evil  errands — followed  by  the  curse  of  the 
wayside  laborer  and  the  stink  of  the  benzol 
they  now  perforce  must  burn  in  place  of  the 


— Bernard    Partridge  in    Punch 

Russia's  Dark  Hour. 


precious  gasoline.  Only  the  country  doctor 
has  his  bicycle,  and  pays  well  for  it  in  taxes. 
A  census  of  all  others  has  been  taken  and 
these  have  been  ingloriously  stripped  of  their 
rubber  tires. 

In  some  mysterious,  incomprehensible  man- 
ner, news  travels  with  lightning  rapidity  from 
mouth  to  mouth.  Nobody  of  course  can  keep 
good  news  to  himself,  and  the  bad  flies  with- 
out help.  All  literary  activities  have  been 
arrested.  There  is  La  Libre  Belgique,  that 
dangerous,  illustrious  herald  of  courage  and 
truth,  published  no  one  knows  how  or  where, 
but  constantly  appearing  secretly,  and  breath- 
ing encouragement  and  hope.  To  be  found 
with  it  in  one's  possession  would  mean  instant 
investigation  and  arrest.  The  cleverest  spies 
and  bloodhounds  of  infallible  scent  have  time 
and  again  been  set  on  the  track  of 
the  editors,  but  all  to  no  avail. 
Once,  however,  presses,  editors, 
printers  and  all  were  discovered 
in  a  cellar  and  the  whole  plant 
was  burned  out  as  a  festerinir 
sore.  Three  days  later  the  freshly 
printed  little  sheet  brought  the 
news  to  a  chosen  few  of  the  last 
French  advance  and  Mercier's  ar- 
raignment of  Von  Bissing.  Despite 
sentinels,  clerks  and  staff-officers, 
a  copy  of  each  new  number  print- 
ed was  always  to  be  found  on  the 
Governor-General's  work-table.  I 
asked  one  day  of  a  group  of  influ- 
ential Belgians  if  they  knew  how 
I  might  regularly  procure  the 
dangerous  sheet,  but  with  charac- 
teristic Gallic  shrugs  and  friendly 
warnings  I  was  told  they  knew 
little  about  it,  and  most  certainly 
I  should  not  desire  to  take  such  a 
risk.  Next  morning,  beside  my 
coffee-cup,  there  lay  the  freshly- 
folded  edition,  to  the  utter  aston- 
ishment of  servant  as  well  as  mas- 
ter, and  there  it  always  lay  when- 
ever a  new  number  came  out. 

If  a  German  officer  seats  him- 
self beside  a  woman  in  the  street 
car,  she  rises  quietly  at  the  next 
stopping  place  and  gets  out.  When 
he  enters  a  restaurant,  the  Bel- 
gians settle  their  scores  and  leave 
for  another  place.  Any  inter- 
course, even  the  most  formal,  is 
as  impossible  as  between  Pharisee 
and  Publican. 

With  a  thickness  of  skin  and 
lack  of  finer  perception  born  of 
ingrained  self-confidence  and  con- 
ceit, the  conquerors  seem  unable 
to  comprehend  that  a  Teuton  uni- 
form implies  ostracism  from  Bel- 
gian society.  Lieutenant  W— — s, 
late  Assistant-Curator  of  the  Pina- 


LondoD 


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kothek  in  Munich,  spent  a  couple  of  months  a 
few  years  ago  studying  the  Gothic  tapestries 
of  the  Musee  du  Cinquantenaire  in  Brussels. 
And  now  returning  in  a  different  capacity,  he 
ventures  to  call  on  the  lady  in  whose  house  he 
had  on  his  first  visit  been  shown  courtesy 
and  hospitality.  He  sends  up  his  card  by 
the  astonished  butler.  Madame  returns  word: 
"Has  not  the  Lieutenant  made  a  mistake?" 
"Not  at  all."  The  officer  is  kept  waiting — 
twenty  minutes.  Finally  Madame  appears, 
hat  and  wrap  on,  ready  to  go  out.  "To  what 
do  I  owe  the  honor  of  this  call  from  a  stran- 
The   officer   reaches   for   her   hand   to 


en  curls  served  out  her  term  in  the  prison-cell 
at  Aix. 

The   noble  kinsmen  "on  the  other  side  of 
the  line"  all  luckily  know  the  story,  and  when 


the  war  is  over,  should  the  gallant  German 
officer  be  so  unfortunate  as  to  survive  it, 
one  or  other  of  them  will  find  him,  wherever 
he  may  be,  and  the  ladies  will  be  avenged. 


ger-i 

kiss  it  as  he  bows.  Madame  pretends  not  to 
see  his  movement.  "Surely  Mme  H re- 
members the  young  art-critic  to  whom  she 
showed  so  much  kindness  scarcely  four  years 
ago  1"  No,  she  did  not.  "Years  as  well  as  the 
uniform  may  have  altered  me,  but  Madame 
cannot  have  forgotten?"  "No,  it  must  all  be 
a  mistake;  will  the  Lieutenant  please  excuse 
me,  as  I  have  an  errand  of  importance."  And 
so  the  young  Bavarian  is  left  nonplused  in 
possession  of  the  salon,  while  Madame  went 
about  her  business. 

The  young  officers  intimate  that  they  are 
crack  tennis  players  or  good  at  golf — are 
there  not  plenty  of  courts  vacant  at  the  Leo- 
pold Club,  or  are  not  the  links  rather  empty 
at  fashionable  Ravenstein?  In  reply  they  are 
politely  given  to  understand  that,  should  they 
appear,  good  Belgian  society  would  go  else- 
where. 

So  they  have  learned  to  go  their  own  way 
— and  the  only  Belgians  with  whom  they  mix 
are  the  women  of  ill-repute.  When  the  popu- 
lar concerts  are  given,  with  the  prima  donna 
from  Munich  widely  advertised,  the  only  Bel- 
gian in  the  audience  is  the  old  stage-cat. 

Young  girls  of  good  society  must  of  course 
be  careful  in  the  streets.  The  blonde,  curly- 
haired  Countess  de  Y was  only  seven- 
teen, so  she  did  not  quite  understand.  She 
did  not  go  stylishly  dressed,  for  gloves  are 
now  carefully  mended  in  the  fingers,  and 
spots  are  removed  in  place  of  new  frocks  be- 
ing purchased.  But  that  did  not  diminish  her 
charm,  her  exquisite  freshness,  or  the  perfect 
turn  of  the  little  ankles,  as  she  one  day  trot- 
ted along  the  Rue  de  Luxembourg  on  her  way 
home.     She  was  too  much  for  the  equanimity 

of  Count  W M of  the  Pass-Zentral. 

"Won't    you    come    home    with    me,    dearie?" 
Trembling  with  fear  and  anger,  she  made  the 
instant  rejoinder:  "Voila  encore  un  sale  Prus- 
sian,  qui   me  parle."     The   shot   went   home. 
Further  down  the  street  stands  a  guard.   "Ar- 
rest that  slut  who  is  hurrying  along  the  side- 
walk," commands  the  Count;   "she  dared  to 
insult  me  in  passing."  At  the  guardhouse,  the 
complaint  is  entered.     It  is  too  late  to  with- 
draw it  when   the  complainant  hears,   to  his 
astonishment,  the  name  of  the  little  prisoner 
— one  of  the  most  illustrious  in  the  country, 
and   that   the  address   she   gives   is   the   very 
house  in  Brussels  where  he  had  been  a  guest 
three  years   earlier  when   riding  his  hunters 
against  those  of  the  "Guides."     Before  the 
time  of  the  trial  is  set,  the  accused  is  per- 
mitted by  law  to  send  for  a  male  member  of 
her  family.     "Do  you  wish  to  send  for  your 
father?"  she  is  asked.     "No,  he   is   fighting 
for  his  country."   "For  your  brother?"  "No," 
with  a  catch  of  breath,  "he  has  fallen  on  the 
field  of  honor  for  his  country."    Next  day  the 
grandmother,  tall  and  erect  despite  her  seven- 
ty-three years,  pushes  her  way  beside  the  lit- 
tle girl  into  the  court-martial,  unmoved  by  the 
protests  of  the  guard.     The  old  lady  informs 
him,  with  a  haughty  stare,  that  she  is  used 
to  giving  orders  and  not  to  receiving  them 
from  menials.    In  front  of  the  prisoners'  dock 
sit  the  Court,  in  full  uniform,  orders  on  their 
chests,  caps  on  their  heads.    The  grandmother, 
taking  the  clerk's  empty  chair,  is  roared  at  to 
rise  immediately.     "For  over  twenty  years  I 
have    represented   my   King   at   the   Imperial 
Court  of  Vienna,"  is  her  reply,  "and  you  must 
pardon  an  old  lady  if  she  is  unused  to  stand- 
ing while  young  men  sit  in  front  of  her  with 
their   hats   on."     The   trial   is   summary   and 
swift.     "One   year   in    a   German   prison   for 
both  of  them!"  After  six  months,  when  the 
older  woman's  health  began  to  fail,  news  of 
her  plight  was,   through   friends,  brought  to 
the  knowledge  of  old  Francis  Joseph.     He  at 
once  telegraphed  Emperor  William  that  there 
surely  must  be  some  mistake  in  the  imprison- 
ment of  his  old  friend.     She  was  immediately 
released,  but  the  little  Countess  with  the  flax- 


Making  Animated  Cartoons 


How  This  Latest  Development  of  Moving 
Pictures  is  Worked. 


A  N  interesting  development  in  moving  pic- 
-^*-  tures  has  been  the  animated  cartoon — 
drawings  that  move.  The  lay  mind  does  not 
find  it  hard  to  understand  how  the  move- 
ments of  actual  people  can  be  photographed, 
but  how  are  these  mere  line  drawings  made 
to  move?  Homer  Croy  explains  how  it  is 
done  in  Everybody's  Magazine. 

Looking  at  a  screen  we  see  sixteen  pic- 
tures go  by  in  a  second.  We  do  not  see 
continuous  but  intermittent  action.  For  a 
man  to  raise  his  hand  to  his  shoulder  takes 
four  pictures:  One  shows  his  hand  at  his 
side;  the  next  when  it  is  raised  a  few  inches; 
another  a  few  inches  higher;  and  the  fourth 
shows  it  at  his  shoulder.  We  think  we  have 
seen  the  arm  leave  his  side  and  we  think  we 
have  followed  it  all  the  way  to  his  shoulder, 
but  in  reality  we  have  seen  only  four  photo- 
graphs of  it  in  transit.  That  is  the  sum  and 
substance  of  motion  pictures,  and  by  it  all 
things  are  possible. 

Tracing-paper  and  celluloid  sheets  that  ob- 
scure nothing  are  the  solution  with  the  ani- 
mated cartoon.  In  the  McCay  days  the  whole 
drawing  was  painfully  remade  for  each  step 
the  man  took — for  each  tim^  the  keyhole  sec- 
reted itself  behind  the  door-knob;  but  now 
the  labor  is  much  simplified  by  drawing  the 
house  on  cellul6id  or  on  tracing-paper  so  that 
only  the  moving  man  need  be  drawn  over. 
Each  step  means  a  new  drawing:  not  of  the 
house,  only  of  the  man.  A  drawing  of  the 
wayward  husband  is  made  with  foot  lifted, 
and  placed  under  the  tracing  paper,  then  ex- 
posed to  the  camera;  the  drawing  of  the  man 
is  taken  out,  another  of  his  foot  just  as  it  is 
touching  the  ground  is  made,  slipped  under 
the  tracing-paper,  and  again  exposed  to  the 
camera.  The  house  and  the  background  re- 
main the  same,  and  thus  the  artist  gets  home 
on   the  5.15. 

When  an  animated  series  is  completed  there 
are  something  like  two  thousand  drawings  on 
calendered  paper  about  the  size  of  typewriter 
sheets,^  making  altogether  a  pile  higher  than 
a  man's  head.  Each  sheet  is  numbered,  clear 
through  the  two  thousand,  and  then  turned 


over  to  the  photographer,  who  works  with  his 
camera  suspended  over  his  drawings  instead 
of  set  on  a  tripod. 

All  day  he  sits  under  his  camera  following 
the  instructions  of  the  exposure-sheet,  mak- 
ing foot  after  foot  of  film.  But  to  him  a 
comedy  is  not  passing  under  the  eye  of  his 
camera.  The  funniest  contortions  of  the 
Boob  boys  bring  not  the  faintest  shimmering 
smile  to  his  face;  for  if  he  does  not  get  the 
Jiumber  of  exposures  exactly  right  a  tragedy 
will  be  enacted  in  the  manager's  office  a  few 
hours  later  in  which  he  will  have  a  stellar 
role. 

If  a  single  artist  were  to  make  a  half  reel, 
which  is  the  average  length  of  an  animated, 
even  with  the  most  modern  of  methods,  it 
would  take  him,  working  alone,  five  weeks. 
The  audience  sees  it  in  eight  minutes. 

Which  e.xplains  the  shock  a  new  animated 
artist,  getting  his  first  job  in  a  cartoon 
studio,  got  when  he  proudly  looked  at  his 
week's  work  and  said,  "That's  pretty  good, 
isn't  it — eighty  drawings!" 

"Yes,  and  the  audience  will  see  them  in  a 
trifle  more  than  half  a  minute,"  returned  the 
manager. 

We  will  take  the  simple  matter  of  Mutt 
and  Jeff  standing  in  front  of  a  garbage-can, 
talking.  Mutt  takes  his  hand  out  of  his 
pocket  and  winks.  Jeff  stands  staring  up 
at  his  friend  without  saying  a  word,  so  that 
the  only  action  is  the  withdrawing  of  Mutt's 
hand  and  the  winking  of  his  eye.  But  to 
show  even  so  simple  a  movement  is  a  compli- 
cated cinematographic  performance.  Jeff  is 
drawn  on  one  sheet  of  celluloid.  Mutt  and  the 
tree  on  another;  and  then  on  the  first  sheet  of 
drawing-paper  Mutt  is  shown  stooping  for- 
ward, as  is  made  necessary  by  Jeff's  diminu- 
tive conversational  stature.  The  first  draw- 
ing shows  Mutt's  hand  well  in  his  spacious 
pocket;  that  is  given  a  couple  of  exposures; 
then  a  new  drawing  of  him  is  made — and  of 
him  alone — with  his  hand  slightly  withdrawn. 
This  is  exposed  as  before  and  then  a  third 
drawing  is  made,  and  finally  on  the  fourth  the 
hand  is  completely  withdrawn. 

When  it  is  understood  how  complicated  the 
process  is,  and  how,  even  with  the  most 
elaborate  backgrounds,  two  thousand  draw- 
ings are  required  to  make  five  hundred  feet  of 
film,  then  one  understands  better  the  differ- 
ence between  an  originating  and  an  animat- 


THESB  ARE  THE  DRAWINGS  REQUIRED  TO  SHOW  THE  WHOLE  PROCESS  OF  WITHDRAWING 
MUTT'S  HAND  AND  CLOSING  HIS  EYE. 


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ng  artist  and  why  Bud  Fisher  never  makes 
I  single  one  of  the  film  cartoons  that  bear  his 
lame.  Nor  does  Rube  Goldbery,  or  Tom 
Powers.  If  they  did,  we'd  see  about  six  of 
their  films  a   year  instead  of  one  a  week. 

The  artist  conceives  the  funny  situation,  or 
possibly  only  the  character,  and  the  animator 
ices  the  rest.  In  fact,  an  artist,  after  having 
;onceived  the  character,  often  doesn't  know 
Khi\t  is  being  drawn.  Bud  Fischer  has  never 
jeen  in  the  studio  where  his  Mutt  and  Jeff 
ilms  are  being  made.  A  man  whom  the  pub- 
ic knows  a  great  deal  less  about  gives  us 
)ur  weekly  Mutt  and  Jeff.  He  is  Raoul  Barre. 

But  Mr.  Barre  doesn't  do  it  alone — not  at 
the  rate  of  five  hundred  feet  a  week.  Not  by 
some  four  hundred  and  eighty-odd  feet.  He 
tias  sixty  artists  working  for  him,  all  giving 
us  Mutt  and  Jeff.  One  man  may  make  a  leg, 
another  an  arm,  and  a  third  a  coat.  Mutt  and 
Jeff  is  the  weekly  combination  of  the  artistic 
fforts  of  sixty  people. 


Prospects]of  Peace 

Noted  Writer  Believes  Last  Stage  of  War 
Has  Started 


NO  writer  on  purely  military  topics  has 
shown  more  insight  and  soundness  of 
judgment  than  Frank  H.  Simonds.  He  has 
preached  a  long  war  almost  from  the  start. 
In  the  American  Review  of  Reviews  he  now 
gives  his  opinion  on  the  prospects  of  peace 
and  it  is  interesting  to  note  that  he  believes 
we  are  entering  on  the  final  stage  of  the 
struggle.     He  says: 

Once  more  I  caution  my  readers  against 
any  belief  in  an  immediate  arrival  of  peace 
or  any  hasty  acceptation  of  the  German 
events  as  a  proof  that  democracy  has  con- 
quered Germany  and  the  war  has  thus  been 
won  for  liberty.  Certainly  events  in  Ger- 
many mean  that  there  is  a  beginning.  The 
end  may  come  with  great  rapidity,  once  the 
first  step  is  taken,  but  I  do  not  believe  the 
old  order  will  pass  without  a  struggle,  nor 
do  I  believe  it  will  consent  to  the  surrender 
of  all  Germany  has  won  in  the  field  in  this 
war  without  a  more  determined  resistance 
than  it  has  yet  made. 

It  is  essential  to  realize  that  if  Germany 
consents  to  the  restoration  of  the  conditions 
of  1914,  that  in  itself  will  mean  a  lost  war 
and  a  diminished  future.  Above  all  else 
Germany  went  to  war  because  she  believed 
that  only  if  there  were  a  redistribution  of  the 
territories  of  the  world  would  the  German 
have  an  equal  chance  in  the  future  with 
the  Briton,  the  Russian,  and  the  citizen  of 
the  United  States.  She  perceived  that  as  the 
world  was  divided,  there  was  left  for  Ger- 
many no  outlet  for  her  excess  population, 
.and  in  her  overseas  colonies  there  was  no  op- 
portunity, that  even  France  would  distance 
Germany  in  commercial  possibilities  when 
North  Africa  was  opened  to  trade. 

This  situation  has  not  changed.  If  Ger- 
many emerges  from  the  war  as  she  entered 
it,  the  old  limitations  will  be  renewed.  More 
than  this,  she  has  roused  all  over  the  world 
antipathies  which  will  endure.  It  will  be 
years  before  German  industry  can  regain  its 
place  in  France,  in  Britain,  in  Belgium. 
A  generation  must  pass  before  there  will 
be  even  a  tolerable  reception  for  Germans 
in  these  countries.  Unquestionably  war  costs 
will  bring  Britain  to  a  new  intra-imperial 
tariff,  which  will  bear  heavily  upon  German 
exports.  ,  J  t,    ,    J 

And  in  three  years  of  war  and  blockade 
German  commercial  organization  has  lost  its 
place  in  the  Americas  and  in  the  Far  East 
In  time  some  of  the  ground  may  be  regained 
but  much  has  been  lost  forever  and  Ger- 
many, if  the  situation  of  1914  is  restored, 
will  be,  in  fact,  far  worse  off  than  she  was 
in  the  year  when  she  undertook  a  world  war 
because  her  international  position  seemed  in- 

Peace  without  annexation  will  then  be  for 
Germany  a  defeat  which  cannot  be  concealed 
from  the  German  people.     It  will  be  a  defeat 


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You  ^sk 

IVORY  SOAP  knows  no 
limitations.  It  will  meet 
all  your  needs.  It  is  equally 
satisfactory  for  the  toilet, 
the  bath,  clothes,  dishes,' 
because  it  is  pure,  high 
grade  soap  and  nothing 


IVORY  SOAP 


'"T  FLOATS 

99^0^  PURE 


Made  in  the  Procter  &  Gamble  Factories  at 


Harnilton,  Canada 


the  extent  of  which  will  be  revealed  in  suc- 
ceeding years.  If  to  this  there  is  added  the 
burden  incident  to  a  renunciation  of  indem- 
nity, if  Germany  is  to  have  no  price  for  eva- 
cuating France  and  Belgium,  Serbia,  and 
Poland,  then  the  German  people  will  have  to 
bear  a  burden  of  taxation  almost  intolerable 
and  calculated  to  stifle  all  industrial  develop- 
ment. The  burden  will  be  far  heavier  than 
that  of  Britain  or  France,  because  Germany 
lacked  the  capital  at  the  outset,  which  both 
her  older  foes  possessed. 

We  must  be  chary,  then,  of  accepting  Ger- 
man proposals  until  the  nature  of  these  pro- 
posals is  revealed  unmistakably.  For  any 
peace  proposal  that  will  command  even  a 
passing  hearing  in  Allied  capitals  will  be  a 
confession  on  its  face  of  a  defeat  such  as  no 
unconquered  nation  has  known  since  Louis 
XIV  agreed  to  a  peace  without  annexation 
at  the  close  of  the  War  of  the  Spanish  Suc- 
cession, a  peace  that  left  France  intact,  but 
economically  ruined. 

That  Germany  is  being  led  by  events  to- 
ward such  a  peace  proposal  no  one  can  mis- 
take. That  she  will  be  compelled  to  make 
such  terms  within  a  brief  span  of  weeks  or 
months,  I  believe.  But  it  seems  to  me  likely 
that  before  this  time  arrives  she  will  inevit- 
ably make  many  efforts  to  escape  her  hard 
fate,  both  by  internal  shifts  of  officials  and 
forms  and  by  external  manipulations  and 
manoeuvres.  That  is  why,  once  one  has  recog- 
nized the  enormous  importance  of  the  main 
fact  of  German  internal  upheaval  it  is  neces- 
sary to  be  on  guard  against  too  optimistic  con- 
clusions as  to  immediate  developments. 

We  are,  in  my  view,  arrived  at  a  situation 
wherein  peace  is  more  nearly  within  reach 
than  at  any  moment  since  the  war  began. 
More  than  this,  German  defeat  is  more 
clearly  indicated  than  ever  before.  But  the 
curtain  is  rising  rather  than  falling  on  the 
last  act,  and  much  may  yet  take  place  in  the 
field  and  in  the  internal  affairs  of  the  nations 
at  war. 


Was  J.  P.  Morgan 
"Hard  Up"? 

Biographer  Destroys   Popular  Belief  in 
His  Fabulous  Wealth. 


'  I  *HERE  used  to  be  a  very  popular  song 
^  with  a  refrain  that  intimated  that  J. 
Pierpont  Morgan  owned  the  world.  Public 
belief  was  that  Morgan  ranked  among  the 
three  or  four  wealthiest  men  in  the  world. 
It  is  rather  surprising  to  be  told,  therefore, 
that  he  was  not  really  a  rich  man  at  all, 
comparatively  speaking  and  that  his  son  has 
since  actually  been  "hard  up."  Such,  at  any 
rate,  is  the  story  that  B.  C.  Forbes  tells  in 
the  following  vein  in  the  course  of  an  article 
in  Leslie's  Weekly: 

"The  inheritance  to  which  the  present  head 
of   the   famous   banking   house   fell   heir   was 
not    all    roses.      The    bald    truth    is    that    he 
found  himself  in  a  trying  position.     He  was 
bitterly    assailed    for    hurriedly    selling    im- 
portant parts   of  his  father's   art  collection; 
and  in   the   inner  circles   a   good   deal   of  in- 
dignation   was    felt    when    it    became    known 
that   the   person   in   charge   of   the   collection 
first  learned   the   news   of   the   sale   from   re- 
porters  and    not   from   Mr.   Morgan    himself. 
This  latter  fact  illustrates  his  inherent  tact- 
lessness.     But   the   disposal    of    the   priceless 
pictures  for  which  New  York  City  had  erect- 
ed  a   special   home   was   not   prompted   solely 
by   want  of  public  spirit   on    the   son's   part. 
He  did  not  sell  them  for  the  fun  of  the  thing. 
His  father  in  the  later  years  of  his  life  had 
devoted  the  bulk  of  his  income  to  buying  art 
objects,    the    up-keep    of    which    entailed    in- 
ordinate expense.     The  Morgan  will  revealed 
that  the  popular  belief  that  Mr.  Morgan  was 
fabulously  wealthy  was  wrong.     .     .     .     Ris 
security  holdings,  apart  from  several  millions 
(par  value)    that   were   classed   as   worthless 
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000,000,    while    of   cash    he   left    only    an    in- 
considerable   amount. 

"To  carry  on  an  international  banking  firm 
requires  a  vast  amount  of  capital  and,  in 
blunt  language,  the  younger  Morgan  needed 
the  money  to  run  his  business,  to  pay  the 
$3,000,000  inheritance  tax,  and  to  take  care 
of  the  various  provisions  in  the  will." 


German  Socialists 
Believed  in  War 

Debate  at  Conference  Held  Before  War 
Started  Shows  This. 


DREAMERS  hoped  that  the  Socialist  Con- 
ference at  Stockholm  would  result  in  the 
blazing  of  a  path  to  peace.  They  would  not 
have  indulged  in  this  far-fetched  fancy  had 
they  known  the  real  temper  of  the  German 
Socialist.  This  is  shown  by  an  incident  told 
by  John  Spargo  in  the  course  of  an  article 
on  "Socialism  and  Internationalism"  in  The 
Atlantic  Monthly.  He  tells  of  a  meeting  of 
Socialists  of  several  nationalities  before  the 
war  and  of  a  discussion  as  to  what  should 
be  done  in  the  event  of  war.  It  was  attended 
by  Bebel,  the  famous,  of  Germany  who  was 
said  to  be  the  bete  noire  of  the  Kaiser  and  by 
Jaures  the  brilliant  Frenchman.  It  will  be 
seen  that  the  Germans  checked  all  hope  of 
an  agreement  being  reached. 

At  the  Stuttgart  Congress,  in  1907,  there 
was  a  memorable  debate  in  which  the  prin- 
cipal participants  were  August  Bebel,  the 
great  leader  of  the  German  Social  Democracy, 
Jean  Jaures,  the  eloquent  apostle  of  French 
Socialism,  and  Emile  Vandervelde,  president 
of  the  International  Socialist  Bureau,  now 
a  Belgian  Minister  of  State. 

Jaures  proposed  a  radical  policy;  in  the 
event  of  a  war-crisis  arising,  the  workers 
must  take  action  to  prevent  the  war  by  means 
of  public  agitation  the  general  strike,  and 
insurrection.  This  course,  if  it  were  ener- 
getically pursued  in  the  belligerent  countries 
would,  so  Jaures  argued,  effectually  prevent 
war. 

Bebel  would  not  countenance  this  policy. 
He  supported  a  resolution  which  declared,  in 
substance,  that  capitalism  is  the  cause  of  war 
and  Socialism  the  only  remedy,  and  advo- 
cated the  avoidance  of  military  service  and 
refusal  to  vote  any  money  for  the  support 
of  armies,  navies,  or  colonies.  When  Jaures 
demanded  to  know  specifically  what  course 
the  German  Socialists  would  adopt  in  the 
event  of  war  being  threatened  between 
France  and  Germany,  Bebel  made  no  re- 
sponse. There  is  much  food  for  thought  in 
the  impassioned  questioning  of  the  great 
French  orator: 

"If  a  government  does  not  go  into  the 
field  directly  against  Social  Democracy,  but, 
frightened  by  the  growth  of  Socialism, 
seeks  to  make  a  diversion  abroad;  if  a 
war  should  arise  in  this  way  between 
France  and  Germany,  would  it  be  allowable 
in  such  a  case  that  the  French  and  German 
working  classes  would  murder  one  another 
for  the  benefit  of  the  capitalists,  and  at  their 
demand,  without  making  the  extreme  use 
of  their  strength?  If  we  did  not  try  to  do 
this,  we  should  be  dishonored.' 

Vandervelde  begged  the  Germans  to  answer 
the  question  of  Jaures,  pointing  out  that  by 
their  refusal  to  do  so  they  were  practically 
destroying  all  hope  of  international  prole- 
tarian action  for  the  prevention  of  war,  and 
forcing  the  Socialists  of  other  countries  to 
be  reconciled  to  militarism.  "The  majority 
of  the  Congress  finds  that  it  would  be  an  evil 
thing  if  the  French  plunge  into  an  anti- 
military  agitation,  while  the  Germans  op- 
pose it  as  much  as  they  possibly  can,"  said 
Vandervelde,  with  pointed  candor. 

Bebel  took  the  position  he  had  taken  earlier 
at  the  German  Party  Congress  at  Essen,  that 
Socialists  could  never  support  a  war  of  ag- 


It  did  not  harm  the 
Valsparred  Floor — 

YOU'D  expect  a  bath  of  boiling-hot  vinegar  to 
destroy  varnish,  but  it  did  not  harm  the  Val- 
sparred floor  a  bit.  Every  day  there  come  to  our  atten- 
tion new  household  accidents  like  the  above  that  are 
ruinous  to  ordinary  varnish  and  that  prove  the  need 
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gression,  but  should  always  support  wa' 
waged  in   defense  of  their  fatherland. 

.  This  position  Kautsky,  the  great  theoret 
cian,  oposed  with  vigor.  He  Irgued  aga?n 
the  position  of  Bebel,  that  to  adopt  the  orii 
ciple  that  Socialists  must  defend  their  fath" 
land  and  support  their  governments  in  wa, 
of  defense,  opposing  them  only  in  wagfr 
wars  of  aggression,  would  be  a  surrender  1 

o  telf'w  Jh*  ''"?••  I'  ''  r*  always  possib 
to    tell    with    certainty    which    power    is    tl 

mXrfor'fh'  ''  ""'  always ^e':  simp 
matter  for  the   government  of  a   countrv   i 

s:f:n:it.''^  ""^^'^"^  ^^^^  -'^  ponerisi^rj 

To  this  Bebel  replied  that  such  decentio 
tL  ■  J^l^^rs  may  have  been  possibfe  i 
the   o.ghteen-seventies,    but    not   to-day 

in^orf''-^  ''''?'""^  ^'"■"'"  ^^"^'ist  Bebel,  th£ 
m  certain  circumstances  Socialists  miei 
welcome  an  attack  upon  their  country  beTlu 
It  weakened  their  government,  "h  for  e 
ample,  Japan   had  attacked  Russia,  we?e  th 

nrtTona"nt'y:^'?  '^':„pt'^f "  th\°  "''''''  '"^^ 
Certainly   not."         '^'^  *'"'     government 

,  What,  then,  is  the  principle  by  which  St 
^ahsts  should  be  governed  in  timerof  war 
Kautsky  answered  that  question  by  sa^" 
that,  because  the  workers'  interests  are  nev" 
opposed  to  the  interests  of  other  nations  th 
Socialists  should  determine  their  polides  nc 
by  the  er,terion  of  defensive  war.'lu  by'th 
of   proletarian    interests   which   at   the   sam 

^thir  .'"'<=':"^t«'"al   interests.     Iccord'n 
to   this  view,  m   the  event  of  war  Socialist 
l^ted   ,^„^'^/™^«'^<'=.    "What    is   best    calc 
shin»   tb  •'''''■'"'^?  proletarian  interests?"  an 
answer  "  '"  ^""^ance  with   th 

K-autsky    abandoned    the    criterion    of   prole 

as"hato"f  th!fV^'  '"^='?S  .""!*«  a^  ""rehab 
as  that  of  the  differentiation  between  aggres 
sive  and  defensive  war.  Experience  ha 
shown  that  French  and  German  Socialist, 
while  accepting  the  principle  in  good  faitli 
arrive  at  opposing  conclusions.  The  Frencl 
Socialists  identify  the  victory  of  France  wit) 
the  interests  of  the  proletariat,  while  the  Ger 
man  Socialists  identify  the  victory  of  Ger 
many  with  the  interests  of  the  proletariat. 

Is  there,  then,  no  principle  upon  which  i 
clear  and  binding  policy,  valid  for  the  Social 
sists  of  all  countries,  can  be  based?  To  thii 
question   Kautsky  makes  affirmative  reply:-^ 

"One  may  dispute  who  is  the  attacker  an( 
who  IS  the  attacked,  or  which  threatens  Europi 
more^a  victory  of  Germany  over  France  oi 
a  victory  of  Russia  over  Germany.  One  thinj 
IS  clear:  every  people,  and  the  proletariat  o- 
every  people,  has  a  pressing  interest  in  this 
to  prevent  the  enemy  of  the  country  fron 
coming  over  the  frontier,  as  it  is  in  this  waj 
that  the  terror  and  devastation  of  war  read 
their  most  frightful  form,  that  of  a  hostilf 
invasion.  And  in  every  national  state  th< 
proletariat  must  use  all  its  energy  to  see  thai 
the  independence  and  integrity  of  the  nationa: 
territory  are  maintained.  That  is  an  essen- 
tial part  of  democracy,  and  democracy  is  s 
necessary  basis  for  the  struggle  and  victorj 
of  the  proletariat." 

According  to  this  view,  the  sole  aim  of  the 
Socialists  must  be  the  protection  of  theii 
'country  from  the  enemy,  not  the  punishment 
of  the  enemy  or  his  humiliation.  Although  he 
does  not  say  so,  presumably  Kautsky  would 
protect  only  the  actual  territory  of  a  nation, 
not '  its  ships  at  sea,  for  example,  though 
these  are,  alike  in  law  and  logic,  part  of  the 
national  domain,  and  attacks  upon  them  may 
be  a  very  serious  form  of  "invasion,"  menac- 
ing the  very  existence  of  a  people. 

The  Stuttgart  Congress  decided  upon  the 
following  policy:  If  ever  war  threatens,  the 
Socialists  in  the  countries  affected  must  take 
all  possible  steps  to  make  the  outbreak  of  war 
impossible.  If,  despite  their  efforts,  war 
actually  breaks  out,  they  must  strive  to  bring 
it  to  an  early  conclusion  and  use  all  the  oppor- 
tunities offered  by  the  economic  and  political 
crises  produced  by  the  war  to  further  the 
Socialist  programme.  This  resolution  was  re- 
affirmed at  the  Copenhagen  Congress  in  1910. 


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China  Needs  the 
Foreigner 

A   Picture   of  Actual   Conditions  in   the 
"Real  China." 


T  T  has  become  customary  for  superficial  ob- 
*-  servers  to  believe  that  foreign  interference 
in  China  is  the  cause  of  much  trouble  and 
wrongdoing  and  that  China  should  be  left 
alone.  An  opposite  view  is  taken  by  Richard 
Washburn  Child,  writing  in  Collier's.  Mr. 
Child  prefaces  his  argument  by  a  vivid  picture 
of  what  he  calls  the  real  China. 

Down  in  the  Province  of  Hupeh  on  the 
bank  of  the  Siao-kan  River  there  is  a  decrepit 
Buddhist  temple.  It  is  not  far  along  the 
canal  path  from  the  Pagoda  of  the  God  of 
Literature.  If  one  squats  down  at  dusk,  Chin- 
ese coolie  fashion,  in  the  grass,  when  the  boat- 
men, clad  in  the  universal  blue  patched  cot- 
ton of  the  Chinese  swarms  and  up  to  their 
yellow  thighs  in  the  stream,  are  pushing  their 
crowding  junks  toward  the  evening  shadows, 
the  United  States,  straight  underfoot,  on  the 
other  side  of  the  world,  is  expecting  dawn; 
and  here,  in  the  lingering  light,  one  can  see 
and  feel  as  much  of  China  as  in  any  place  I 
could  find  in  China.  There  is  the  sun,  a  but- 
ter plate  of  silver  in  a  thick  sky  which  ap- 
pears to  be  a  vast  flat  plane  of  frosted  glass. 
The  air  is  filled  with  the  fine  dust  of  China, 
settling  down  upon  the  long  stretches  of  flat 
lands — dust  which,  century  after  century,  has 
drifted,  swept  up  by  winds,  dropped  by  calms, 
building  the  surface  of  China  and  renewing 
in  grievously  small  measure  the  exhaustion  of 
the  soil  whose  yield  has  gone  down  the  gul- 
lets of  the  endless  human  swarms  of  endless 
generations.  There  is  the  river,  stained  by 
the  silt  and  the  sluggish,  foul-odored  canal. 
China  is  covered  with  a  network  of  waterways, 
natural  and  artificial,  so  thick  that,  when 
they  are  marked  out,  the  surface  of  the  map 
appears  to  be  the  surface  of  a  piece  of  porce- 
lain, finely  cracked,  on  which  the  Yangtse 
River,  the  drainage  way  and  trade  route  of 
China,  appears  as  a  great  rent  running  across 
the  middle. 

Here,  on  the  bank  of  the  Siao-kan,  one  can 
see  the  distant  hills  and  mountains,  bare  and 
brown,  denuded  of  trees,  as  most  of  China  is, 
and,  because  there  are  no  trees,  the  freshets 
pour  down;  into  this  river  basin  they  pour, 
and  there  is  flood.  And  when  they  have  rush- 
ed all  away  there  is  drought,  so  that  torrents 
and  empty  river  beds  often  mean  disaster  or 
famine  to  the  countless  swarms  who  live  on 
the  countless  junks  and  sampans  of  the  count- 
less waterways  of  China;  they  mean  famine 
and  disaster  to  the  countless  swarms  of  men 
and  women  who  work  in  the  countless  crazy 
quilts  of  China's  agricultural  land  where  bits 
of  ground  have  been  raised  or  lowered  so 
that  the  precious  water  which  has  been  caught 
in  the  spring  may  be  let  down  or  raised  by 
man  power  from  one  field  to  another  of  those 
stretched  out  as  far  as  the  eye  can  see. 

At  this  spot  one  can  see  not  only  the  most 
characteristic  bit  of  China,  but  also  the  real 
Chinese — the  swarms  which  swarm  thickest 
in  the  cities,  but  thickly  everywhere,  so  that, 
no  matter  how  much  one  penetrates  into  the 
country,  unless  it  be  into  a  region  of  rocky 
fastnesses  or  the  Mongolian  Desert,  the  emp- 
ty-faced swarm — bearing  its  burdens,  going 
about  it  stupid  tasks,  industrious  in  order  to 
live,  living  to  eat — moves  eternally  in  the 
field  of  vision  as  bacteria  go  back  and  forth 
across  a  nasty  culture. 

There  is  the  farmer,  tenant  of  a  landowner, 
with  his  primitive  hoe,  his  legs  knotted  and 
rheumatic  from  the  damp  of  the  mud  in  which 
he  and  his  wife  wallow  in  their  blind  round 
of  labor.  There  is  the  boatman,  whose  woman 
and  brood  live  out  their  lives  in  baking  sun 
and  chilling  rain  beneath  a  straw  thatch  on 
a  dirty  sampan.  There  is  the  Taoist  priest 
in  his  smutched  robes,  thinking  of  the  new 
ways  to  create  new  superstitious  fears  and  to 
sell  to  the  people  new  charms  which  shall  de- 
feat and  outwit  the  host  of  devils  he  has 
helped  to  create.    There  is  the  concubine  with 


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her  bound  feet,  mincing  along  a  path  in  a 
land  where  there  are  no  roads.  There  are  the 
groups  of  children,  like  their  elders,  covered 
with  sores,  alive  with  germs  and  parasites, 
whose  heads  in  a  crowded  group  make  a  rug 
of  scabs  and  scales.  There  is  the  dirty,  un- 
discipjined  soldier.  There  is  the  artisan  whose 
eyelids  are  almost  closed  and  whose  sight  is 
almost  gone  by  laboring  over  minute  tasks 
under  the  flickering  of  a  tiny  oil  light  in 
some  dark  and  moldy  hole. 

There  is  the  fat  man  of  property,  whose 
little  capital  is  hidden  away  for  fear  that 
his  fellows  may  estimate  his  ability  to  pay 
and  that  he  may  be  the  victim  of  neighbor, 
official,  tax  collector,  or  any  other  factor  in 
the  system  of  extortion  which  is  the  economic 


is  near  this  spot  on  the  Siao-kan  River, 
from  which  ail  that  is  really  China  can  be 
seen. 

The  thin  skim  of  educated  Chinese,  of  civil- 
ized Chinese,  of  Chinese  who  have  ever  tasted 
or  heard  of  Western  civilization — or  even  of 
the  thing  the  sentimentalists  call  the  "ancient 
civilization"  of  China — is  not  China.  The 
philosophic,  scholarly  old  and  new  China  may 
be  seen  in  the  treaty  ports  and  in  Peking. 
But  that  skim  is  not  the  Chinese.  It  is  not 
the  mass.  It  is  not  the  swarms.  To  be  sure, 
it  is  the  thing  we  know  in  the  United  States; 
it  is  the  thing  about  which  ardent  friends  of 
China  write  and  which,  by  some  missionaries, 
who  have  had  a  praiseworthy  hand  in  its  pro- 
duction, and  by  paid  and  unpaid  boosters,  is 


than  are  the  handful  of  young,  educated  "ex- 
hibits" of  "Young  China." 

There  is  something  gloriously  absurd  in- 
deed about  the  seriousness  with  which  the 
authors  of  treatise  and  broadsides  on  inter- 
national politics  write  about  "China"  and 
about  the  abuses  given  to  "China"  by  foreign 
powers. 

What  is  China?  The  Government  of  China 
for  years  was  an  old  empress  dowager  who 
with  her  viceroys  mortgaged  China  and  milked 
China,  and,  with  the  money  raised  to  create  a 
navy,  built  a  summer  palace  with  a  marble 
boat  on  an  artificial  lake.  The  successor  of 
the  empire  has  been  a  "republic"  which — to 
call  a  spade  a  spade — has  given  the  suffering. 


AjTffe^  /, 


— Bernard    Partridge   in    Punch,   London 

THE    BREATH    OF    LIBERTY 

The  German  Autocrat :  "They  may  find  this  wind 
very  bracing  in  Russia;  but  it  makes  me  feel  ex- 
tremely uncomfortable.'' 


v.ai-L(*r    lu    I'hilaflelpliia    y-*res.<t 


The  Winged  Victory. 


fabric  of  the  land.  He  is  riding  in  a  Sedan 
chair,  the  poles  of  which  bear  down  into  the 
calloused  flesh  on  the  stooped  shoulders  of 
two  coolies.  These  coolies  are  like  the  hordes 
of  other  coolies,  whose  task  of  carrying  pares 
down  expectancy  of  life  to  a  short  span  of 
years,  whose  burdened  legs  are  covered  with 
varicose  veins  and  who  all  over  China  hitch 
along  in  pairs,  accompanying  each  step  with 
an  exchange  of  guttural  rhythms,  so  that,  for 
instance,  the  progress  of  a  bale  of  cotton  or 
a  chest  of  tea  may  sound  like  this:  "Honan — 
Hupeh!  Honan — Hupeh!"  or:  "Here's  woe — 
woe's  here!  Here's  woe — woe's  here!"  And 
as  the  fat  merchant  rides  on  toward  the  town 
he  meets  the  vender  with  a  travelling  kitchen 
over  his  shoulders,  singing  a  rambling  song 
in  the  falsetto  voice  of  a  schoolgirl,  relying 
for  business  on  the  everlasting  capacity  of  his 
kind  to  eat  anything  any  time,  anywhere. 
And  the  sleek  man  of  property  meets  the 
distorted  body  of  one  of  the  ever-present 
Chinese  beggars,  foul  of  body,  foul  of  mouth. 
Black  pigs  stare  out  at  the  rich  man  from 
the  doorways  of  houses  made  of  mud  mixed 
with  straw,  plastered  on  a  bamboo  framework. 
This  is  the  real  China.    The  key  of  China 


exhibited  to  Americans  visiting  China.     But 
this  enlightened  skim   is  not   China. 

Nor  are  the  handful  of  old,  grasping,  self- 
ish fifteen-century  leaders  who  play  with  gov- 
ernment at  Peking,  nor  the  military  bullies 
with  their  mercenaries  who  play  with  gov- 
ernment  in    the   provinces,   any   more    China 


illiterate,  blind  millions  of  China  less  of  the 
boons  of  government  than  the  emperors  gave 
them,  and  has  bestowed  upon  them  the  added 
burdens  of  increased  disorder  and  corruption, 
the  centralization  of  power  in  a  few  wicked 
and  weak  hands,  a  parasite  soldiery,  and 
unrest  endless. 


Secret  Truce  Signals  at  the  Front? 


How  Soldiers  on  Both  Sides  Arrange  to 
"Lay  Off"  for  Night. 


A  RATHER  remarkable  story  of  tacit  un- 
derstandings which  grow  up  along  the 
front  line  trenches  is  told  by  William  G.  Shep- 
herd in  the  course  of  an  article  in  Every  Week. 
It  is  to  this  effect: 

At  the  beginning  of  the  war,  when  the  men 
had  settled  down  into  trenches  for  the  first 
time,  there  were  so  many  night  raids  from  one 


trench  to  another  that  white  lights  were  in- 
vented which  might  be  fired  into  the  sky  to 
illuminate  a  large  area. 

Whenever,  in  the  night,  a  rifle  fire  began 
in  one  trench,  the  enemy  sent  up  a  white 
light  to  discover  whether  or  not  the  rifle  fire 
meant  that  a  charge  was  under  way.  There 
was,  of  course,  a  highly  excusable  nervous- 
ness on  both  sides,  and  it  was  m  common  oc- 
currence for  a  trench  sentry  to  fire  his  rifle 
at  imaginary  objects  across  the  way.  One 
rifle  shot  like  this  was  a  signal  for  all  the 
men  in  the  sentry's  trench  to  grasp  their 
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rifles  and  fire  at  random  toward  the  enemy, 
whether  they  saw  anything  or  not,  on  the 
chance  that  the  enemy  had  climbed  out  of 
his  trench  and  was  charging.  Then,  in  the 
course  of  time,  the  following  strange  ar- 
rangement   worked    out: 

If  the  enemy  sent  up  a  white  light,  it 
meant  that  he  was  not  charging.  As  time 
went  on,  these  white  lights  became  tacitly 
a   signal   which   said    to    the   nervous   enemy: 

"What  are  you  fellows  firing  at?  We're 
not  going  to  charge.  Go  on  to  sleep  again, 
and  let  us  sleep  too." 

Then  the  nervous  firing  would  die  down, 
the  scare  would  be  over,  and  quiet  would 
settle   down    over   the   trenches   again. 

Human  nature  had  twisted  the  meaning 
of  the  white  light  from  a  question-mark  to 
a  declaration   point. 

"How  good  it  was  to  see  the  Germans  send 
up  one  of  those  white  lights,"  said  an  Eng- 
lishman to  me.  "It  meant  that  they  were 
telling  us  that  they  weren't  planning  any 
devilment." 

Men  have  been  executed  in  this  war  for 
giving  the  enemy  less  comfort  than  the  Eng- 
lish and  German  soldiers  have  given  each 
other  by  the  signal  of  the  white  light.  And 
yet,  there  was  no  way  for  the  military 
authorities  on  either  side  to  prevent  this 
form  of  signaling.  Human  nature  had  out- 
witted  them. 

In  the  same  article  he  tells  of  an  incident 
on  the  Russian  front  which  has  its  humorous 
side — the  existence  of  "blind  pigs"  for  the 
sale  of  sugar! 

One  night,  after  a  sugarless  week  in 
Przemysl  during  the  Russian  attack  on  the 
forts,  I  said  to  an  Austrian  officer,  expressing 
the  deepest  yearning  of  my  soul: 

"I'd  give  a  week  of  my  life  for  some  candy." 

"So?"  he   said  simply.      "Come    with    me." 

We  went  out  into  the  pitch-dark  streets, 
and,  at  the  risk  of  our  necks,  made  our  way 
over  the  slippery  mud-covered  sidewalks.  We 
turned  into  a  side  street;  then  into  an  alley, 
then  into  a  back  yard,  and  he  led  me  to  a 
door  in  the  rear  of  a  little  shop.  He  knocked 
gently  three  times.  The  door  opened,  and  a 
timid  little  woman  thrust  forth  her  gray 
head. 

"It's  only  I,  with  a  friend,"  said  the  officer. 

"Ah!     Come  in,"  said  the  woman. 

It  was  the  kitchen  of  a  little  home  bakery. 
One  oil-lamp  stood  on  the  big  brick  stove. 
A    dozen    officers    sat    about,    chatting. 

"Have  you  bonbons  to-night?"  asked  the 
officer. 

"You  see  what  I  have,"  said  the  old  wo- 
man, turning  and  pointing  to  a  shelf  that 
bore  an  array  of  chocolate  drops  neatly 
set   out   in   rows  on    strips   of  oiled   paper. 

"Behold!"  said  the  officer  to  me  trium- 
phantly. 

All  the  yearning  of  a  drug  fiend  for  his 
cocaine  was  in   my   soul   for   sugar. 

"You  may  have  only  four  to-night,"  said 
the  old  woman.  "They  didn't  bring  me 
much   sugar  to-day." 

The  officer  and  I  paid  thirty  cents  for  four 
little  chocolate  drops,  and  we  sat  down  at 
the  kitchen  table  with  the  other  officers,  to 
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there   are   two   entrances,  and   a   rendezvous 

off  the  port  had  been  arranged  with  the  rest 
of  the  squadron  for  November  1.  Her  ar- 
rival was  at  once  notified  to  von  Spee  at  Val- 
paraiso. The  mails  and  telegrams  were  col- 
lected, and  at  9.15  on  the  1st  the  Glasgow 
backed  out  cautiously,  ready,  if  the  Germans 
were  in  force  outside,  to  slip  back  again  into 
neutral  water  and  to  take  the  fullest  advan- 
tage of  her  twenty-four  hours'  law.  She 
emerged  seeing  nothing,  though  the  enemy 
wireless  were  coming  loudly,  and  met  the 
Good  Hope,  Monmouth,  and  Otranto  at  the 
appointed  rendezvous  some  eight  miles  out  to 
sea.  Here  the  mails  and  telegrams  were 
transferred  to  Cradock  by  putting  them  in  a 
cask  and  towing  it  across  the  Good  Hope's 
bows.  The  sea  was  rough,  and  this  resource- 
ful method  was  much  quicker  and  less  dan- 
gerous than  the  orthodox  use  of  a  boat.  Cra- 
dock spread  out  his  four  ships,  fifteen  miles 
apart,  and  steamed  to  the  northwest  at  ten 
knots.  Smoke  became  visible  to  the  Glasgow 
at  4.20  p.m.,  and  as  she  increased  speed  to 
investigate,  there  appeared  two  four-funnelled 
armoured  cruisers  and  one  light  cruiser  with 
three  funnels.  Those  four-funnelled  ships 
were  the  Scharnhorst  and  Gneisenau,  and  un- 
til they  were  seen  at  that  moment  by  the  Glas- 
gow they  were  not  positively  known  to  have 
been  on  the  Chilian  coast.  To  this  extent 
the  German  Admiral  had  taken  his  English 
opponents  by  surprise.  'When  we  saw  those 
damned  four  funnels,'  said  the  officers  of  the 
Glasgow,  'we  knew  that  there  was  the  devil  to 

pay-' 

Von  Spee  held  off  so  long  as  the  sun  behind 
the  English  gave  them  the  advantage  of  light, 
and  did  not  close  in  until  the  sun  had  set 
and  the  yellow  afterglow  made  his  opponents 
stand  out  like  silhouettes.  He  could  see  them 
while  they  could  not  see  him.  During  the 
action,  the  light  cruiser  Glasgow,  with  which 
I  am  mainly  concerned,  had  a  very  unhappy 
time.  The  armed  liner  Otranto  cleared  off, 
quite  properly,  and  the  Glasgow,  third  in  the 
line,  was  exposed  for  more  than  an  hour  to 
the  concentrated  fire  of  the  4.1  inch  guns  of 
both  the  Leipzig  and  Dresden,  and  afterwards, 
when  the  Good  Hope  had  blown  up  and  the 
Monmouth  been  disabled,  for  about  a  quarter 
of  an  hour  to  the  8.2-inch  guns  of  the  Gneis- 
enau. Her  gunnery  officers  could  not  see  the 
splashes  of  their  own  shells,  and  could  not 
correct  the  ranges.  When  darkness  came 
down,  it  was  useless  to  continue  firing  blindly, 
and  worse  than  useless,  since  her  gun  flashes 
gave  some  guidance  to  the  enemy's  gunners, 
.^t  the  jange  of  about  11,000  yards,  a  long 
rang'e  for  the  German  4.1-inch  guns,  the 
shells  were  fstlling  all  round  very  steeply,  the 
surface  o£  the  sea  was  churned  into  foam, 
and  splinters  from  bursting  shells  rained 
over  her.  It  is  a  wonderful  thing  that  she 
suffered  so  little  damage  and  that  not  a  single 
man  of  her  company  was  killed  or  severely 
wounded.  Four  slight  wounds  from  splinters 
constituted  her  total  tally  of  casualties.  At 
least  six  hundred  shells,  great  and  small,  were 
fired  at  her,  yet  she  was  hit  five  times  only. 
The  most  serious  damage  done  was  a  big  hole 
between  wind  and  water  on  the  port  quarter 
near  one  of  the  screws.  Yet  even  this  hole 
did  not  prevent  her  from  steaming  away  at 
24  knots,  and  from  covering  several  thou- 
sand miles  before  she  was  properly  repaired. 
I  think  that  the  Glasgow  must  be  a  lucky  ship. 
After  the  Good  Hope  had  blown  up  and  the 
Monmouth,  badly  hurt,  was  down  by  the  bows 
and  turning  her  stern  to  the  seas,  the  Glasgow 
hung  upon  her  consort's  port  quarter,  anxious 
to  give  help  and  deeply  reluctant  to  leave. 
Yet  she  could  do  nothing.  The  Monmouth 
was  clearly  doomed,  and  it  was  urgent  that 
the  Glasgow  should  get  away  to  warn  the 
Canopus,  then  150  miles  away  and  pressing 
towards  the  scene  of  action,  and  to  report 
the  tragedy  and  the  German  concentration  to 
the  Admiralty  at  home.  During  that  anxious 
waiting  time,  when  the  enemy's  shells  were 
still  falling  thickly  about  her,  the  sea,  to  the 
Glasgow's  company,  looked  very,  very  cold! 
At  last,  when  the  moon  was  coming  up  bright- 
ly, and  further  delay  might  have  made  escape 
impossible,  the  Glasgow  sorrowfully  turned 
to  the  west,  towards  the  wide  Pacific  spaces, 
and  dashed  off  at  full  speed.  It  was  not  until 
half  an  hour  later,  when  she  was  twelve  miles 
distant,  that  she  counted  the  seventy-five 
flashes  of  the  Nurnberg's  guns  which  finally 
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the  story  of  the  cheers  from  the  Monmouth 
which  sped  the  Glasgow  upon  her  way  must 
be  dismissed  as  a  pretty  legend.  No  one  in 
the  Glasgow  heard  them,  and  no  one  from  the 
Monmouth  survived  to  tell  the  tale.  Cap- 
tain Grant  and  his  men  of  the  Canopus  must 
have  suffered  agonies  when  they  received  the 
Glasgow's  brief  message.  They  had  done  their 
utmost  to  keep  up  with  the  Monmouth,  and 
the  slowness  of  their  ship  had  been  no  fault 
of  theirs.  Grant  had,  I  have  been  told,  im- 
plored the  Admiral  to  wait  for  him  before 
risking  an  engagement. 

The  journey  to  the  Straits  and  to  her  junc- 
tion with  the  Canopus  was  a  very  anxious  one 
for  the  Glasgow's  company.  They  did  their 
best  to  be  cheerful,  though  cheerfulness  was 
not  easy  to  come  by.  They  had  witnessed  the 
total  defeat  of  an  English  by  a  German 
squadron,  and  before  they  could  get  down 
south  into  comparative  safety  the  German 
ships,  running  down  the  chord  of  the  arc 
which  represented  the  Glasgow's  course,  might 
arrive  first  at  the  Straits.  That  there  was 
no  pursuit  to  the  south  may  be  explained  by 
the  one  word — coal.  Von  Spee  could  get  coal 
at  Valparaiso  or  at  Coronel — though  the  local 
coal  was  soft,  wretched  stuff — but  he  had  no 
means  of  replenishment  farther  south.  One 
does  not  realize  how  completely  a  squadron  of 
warships  is  tied  to  its  colliers  or  to  its  coaling 
bases  until  one  tries  to  discover  and  to  explain 
the  movements  of  warships  cruising  in  the 
outer  seas. 

While  running  down  towards  the  Straits — 
for  twenty-four  hours  she  kept  up  24  knots — 
the  Glasgow  briefly  notified  the  Canopus  of 
the  disaster  of  Coronel  and  of  her  own  inten- 
tion to  make  for  the  Falkland  Islands.  Be- 
yond this,  she  refrained  from  using  the  tell- 
tale wireless  which  might  give  away  her 
position  to  a  pursuing  enemy.  Upon  the 
evening  of  the  3rd  she  picked  up  the  German 
press  story  of  the  action,  but  kept  silence  up- 
on it  herself.  On  the  morning  of  the  4th, 
very  short  of  stores — her  crew  had  been  on 
reduced  rations  for  a  month — she  reached  the 
Straits  and,  to  her  great  relief,  found  them 
empty  of  the  enemy.  She  did  not  meet  the 
Canopus  until  the  6th,  and  then,  with  the  big 
battleship  upon  her  weather  quarter,  to  keep 
the  seas  somewhat  off  that  sore  hole  in  her 
side,  she  made  a  fortunately  easy  passage  to 
the  Falkland  Islands  and  entered  Port  Stanley 
at  daylight  upon  November  8.  Thence  the 
Glasgow  despatched  her  first  telegram  to  the 
authorities  at  home,  and  at  six  o'clock  in  the 
evening  set  off  with  the  Canopus  for  the 
north.  But  that  same  evening  came  orders 
from  England  for  the  Canopus  to  return,  in 
order  that  the  coaling  base  of  the  Falklanda 
might  be  defended,  so  the  Glasgow,  alone  once 
again  after  many  days,  pursued  her  solitary 
way  towards  Rio  and  to  her  meeting  with  the 
Carnarvon,  Defence,  and  Cornwall,  which 
were  at  that  time  lying  off  the  River  Plate 
guarding  the  approaches  to  Montevideo  and 
Buenos  Ayres.  The  Glasgow  had  done  her 
utmost  to  uphold  the  Flag,  but  the  lot  of  the 
sole  survivor  of  a  naval  disaster  is  always 
wretched.  The  one  thing  which  counts  in  tlie 
eyes  of  English  naval  officers  is  the  good 
opinion  of  their  brethren  of  the  sea;  those  of 


— Carter  in  Philadelphia  Press. 
Regilding  the  Gold  Brick. 


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the  Glasgow  could  not  tell  until  they  had 
tested  it  what  would  be  the  opinion  of  their 
colleagues  in  the  Service.  It  was  very  kind, 
very  sympathetic;  so  overflowing  with  kind- 
ness and  sympathy  were  those  who  now  learn- 
ed the  details  of  the  disaster,  that  the  com- 
pany of  the  Glasgow,  sorely  humiliated,  yet 
full  of  courage  and  hope  for  the  day  of  reck- 
oning, never  afterwards  forgot  how  much  they 
owed  to  it.  At  home  men  growled  foolishly, 
ignorantly,  sank  to  the  baseness  of  writing 
abusive  letters  to  the  newspapers,  and  even 
to  the  Glasgow  herself,  but  the  Service  under- 
stood and  sympathized,  and  it  is  the  Service 
alone  which  counts. 


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America 

Esteban   Cantu   Rules  Lower  California 
With  Absolute  Powers 

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American  Continent  where  the  form  of 
government  approximates  monarchy.  Lower 
California  is  ruled  by  a  picturesque  tyrant 
of  the  name  of  Colonel  Esteban  Cantu.  The 
country  belongs  nominally  to  Mexico  but 
since  Cantu  took  charge  he  has  established 
absolute  rule  over  the  land.  Clair  Kinamore 
writes  ef  this  backward  corner  of  America 
in  The  Bookman  as  follows: 

Conditions  which  obtain  in  Lower  Cali- 
fornia are  not  duplicated  in  any  other  place 
on  the  globe,  to  my  knowledge,  and  the 
government  as  it  stands  to-day  is  a  testi- 
monial to  Cantu's  shrewdness  and  nerve, 
no  less  than  to  his  lack  of  morals.  For  the 
first  time  in  nearly  four  hundred  years  Lower 
California  is  self-supporting.  It  is  a  free 
principality,  owing  no  allegiance  and  paying 
no  tribute  to  any  other  government  what- 
soever, and  the  state,  the  law,  the  parlia- 
ment, the  judiciary  and  the  military  —  is 
Cantu.  A  notable  figure  is  this  dapper  little 
blond  gentleman,  who  rules  a  province  in 
which  he  is  not  popular,  who  commands  a 
makeshift  army  of  seventeen  hundred  men 
in  which  he  has  no  confidence,  who  defies 
his  powerful  neighbor  states,  and  who  holds 
his  own  power  by  his  wits  and  the  gifts  of 
fortune.  He  is  an  insouciant  Ajax,  who, 
if  he  hears,  never  heeds  the  mutterings  ol 
the  thunder.  The  lightning  has  been  for 
years  delayed. 

While  revolutions  were  the  only  business 
of  Mexico,  none  of  the  leaders  paid  much 
attention  to  Cantu.  He  was  left  alone,  ex- 
cept for  an  occasional  proposal  of  alliance 
from  Villa  or  Carranza.  He  treated  these 
with  contempt.  He  is  of  the  Diaz  clan,  and 
such  people  as  the  revolutionists  warring 
in  the  Central  States  were  far  beneath  him. 
Since  Carranza  has  been  established  in 
Mexico  City  he  has  several  times  pointed 
out  to  Cantu  the  advisability  of  coming 
into  the  fold.  Cantu  has  remained  un- 
moved. Carranza  has  threatened.  Cantu 
has  sneered.  He  has  cajoled,  and  Cantu 
has  laughed.  Carranza's  government  has 
not  obtained  one  peso  of  the  revenue  which 
Cantu  has  collected.  He  has  been  per- 
mitted to  issue  none  of  the  licenses.  He 
grants  none  of  the  concessions.  Cantu 
rides  alone.  As  a  preliminary  to  a  bluff 
that  he  was  about  to  send  troops  against 
Lower  California,  Carranza  despatched  a 
customs  collector  with  a  carload  of  stamps 
to  take  post  at  Mexicali.  Citizens  of  Lower 
California  took  his  money  away  from  him, 
and  Cantu  gave  him  railroad  fare  back  to 
Mexico  City.  The  carload  of  stamps  was 
returned  by  express,  collect.  That  was 
considered   a   great   joke    in    the    Southwest. 

Cantu's  career,  briefly  told,  is  this:  He 
was  an  honor  student  at  the  Mexican  Mili- 
tary Academy  at  Chepultepec,  and  as  such, 
attracted  the  attention  of  President  Diaz, 
so  he  was  attached  to  the  President's  staff. 
After  the  storm  clouds  of  revolution  had 
Continued  on  page  56. 


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440  EE  here,  Jennings,  this  will  never 
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Said  Jennings,  "I  don't  know,  Boss, 
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and  it's  got  to  be  found  out.  Here  we 
ai;e  ^■'■z'.i\^  any  amount  of  money  with 
',  .    t  Ijoiier  out  of  business." 

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"Darling  Brothers'  man.  He  seems  to 
know  what's  wrong  with  most  things 
where  steam  is  used  or  made,  and  I  be- 
lieve he  could  hel^  us  now." 

"Go  ahead.  I  suspect  his  bill  will  be 
a  fancy  one,  but  we're  up  against  it  and 
any  price  is  cheap  if  only  we  can  get 
that  trouble  removed." 

And  so  White  was  sent  for. 
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Now,  White  knows  that  oil  in  the  con- 
densation, when  fed  back  into  the  boiler, 
is  bad  for  the  boiler,  and  he  has  met  blist- 
ered boilers  and  ruptured  plates  frequent- 
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water  chemically  tested,  and  sure  enough 
found  oil  present.  Then  he  knew  he  was 
on  the  right  track  and  that  he  had  the 
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"How  does  oil  get  into  the  conden- 
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White.  "Your  engineer  very  properly 
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oil.  But  he  has  not  been  getting  it  all 
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"Why  that  Water  Filter?"  asked  the 
Boss. 

"Well,"  said  White,  "the  best  Oil  Separ- 
ator made  does  not  take  out  every  particle 
of  oil.  The  Webster  will  take  out  98  per 
cent.,  but  not  100  per  cent.,  and  that  2 
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Continued  from  page  55 

lowered  about  the  old  President,  Cantu 
was  sent  to  Lower  California  with  a  new 
governor,  who  soon  departed,  leaving  Cantu 
in  command.  When  Diaz  was  overthrown 
Cantu  virtually  severed  his  cnonection  with 
the  mother  country.  He  was  left  in  com- 
mand of  an  isolated  state,  without  friends 
or  fortune,  the  hot  desert  to  the  south  of 
him,  the  warring  mainland  of  Mexico  to 
the  east,  the  cold  and  unresponsive  Pacific 
Ocean  to  the  west  and  the  colder  and  more 
unresponsive   United   States  to  the  north. 

Did  he  falter  or  repine?  He  did  not.  He 
set  to  work  and  made  of  his  patrimony  a 
garden  spot.  He  gathered  about  him  clever, 
brainy  people  and  made  his  court  the  last 
stand  of  the  Cientificos.  He  planted  parks, 
built  schools  and  roads  and  watched  the 
development  of  the  biggest  gambling  house 
in  the  world.  He  gave  free  rein,  under  a 
heavy  impost,  to  the  opium  trade,  and  there 
is  amassed  to-day  in  his  territory  half  a 
million  dollars'  worth  of  smoking  opium 
waiting  for  a  market.  Just  now  Cantu  is 
at  Ensenada,  where  the  ocean  breezes  ride 
in  on  top  of  the  long  rollers  from  the 
Pacific,  but  his  capital  is  at  Mexicali.  In 
midsummer  the  temperature  sometimes 
rises  as  high  as  125  degrees  at  Mexicali. 
One  hundred  and  ten  at  midnight  is  a 
matter  of  moment  and  importance  to  those 
present.  Such  a  condition  is  not  unknown 
there. 

In  contrast  to  the  deserts  of  the  interior 
and  the  sea-coasts,  the  country  about  Mexi- 
cali presents  the  greatest  contrast  in  this 
land  of  contrasts.  The  land  there  is  as 
rich  and  as  prosperous  as  any  in  the  world, 
and  this  condition  makes  another  mighty 
bulwark  in  Cantu's  defence.  The  condition 
is  peculiar.  The  Imperial  Valley,  famed  in 
story,  is  watered  from  the  Colorado  and 
Gila  rivers,  which  drain  the  higher  slopes 
of  Colorado,  New  Mexico  and  Arizona,  but 
the  water  flows  toward  the  Gulf  of  Cali- 
fornia, and  goes  from  the  United  States 
across  the  border  into  Mexico  before  it  is 
turned  north  again  to  do  its  work  of  irri- 
gation in  the  United  States.  The  great 
canals  and  ditches  circle  Cantu's  little  capi- 
tal city  of  Mexicali.  All  the  water  goes 
under  Cantu's  control  before  it  is  used, 
and  he  is  the  boss  of  the  water.  The 
American  engineers,  who  keep  the  system 
of  supply  canals  in  repair,  work  in  Lower 
California  only  by  grace  of  Cantu.  The 
supply  of  water,  which  is  as  the  life  blood 
in  the  veins  of  the  valley,  is  Cantu's  to 
give  or  withhold.  There  was  no  more 
desolate  desert  in  the  world  than  the  Im- 
perial Valley  before  the  water  was  har- 
nessed. It  was  a  waste  of  sun-baked  land, 
hemmed  in  by  mountains  which  converged 
the  rays  of  the  sun.  The  bed  of  the  val- 
ley sloped  away  to  two  hundred  and  sixty 
feet  below  sea  level.  Even  the  rattlesnakes 
and  tarantulas,  the  only  inhabitants,  found 
difficulty  in  sustaining  life.  Now  sixty- 
five  thousand  people  live  there.  It  has  big 
towns,  with  street  cars  and  moving-picture 
shows  and  chambers  of  commerce.  This 
year  the  crops  will  sell  for  a  sum  equal 
to  the  interest  on  five  hundred  million 
dollars. 

In  the  upper,  or  southern,  end  of  the 
valley,  across  the  line  in  Lower  California, 
the  Colorado  flows  to  the  sea  between  well- 
built  walls.  Cantu  could  blow  up  the 
levee  on  one  side  and  let  the  whole  river 
into  the  valley,  leaving  the  ditches  un- 
supplied;  or  he  could  blow  up  the  levee  on 
the  other  side  of  the  river  and  turn  the 
valley  dry  again.  Either  would  be  fatal 
to  the  American  end  of  the  Imperial  Val- 
ley. These  possibilities  were  pointed  out 
to  me  by  Cantu's  prime  minister.  That 
the  governor  ever  would  resort  to  such 
desperate  means,  he  said,  was  impossible, 
unthinkable.  It  could  never  happen.  Ex- 
cept, of  course,  under  one  condition.  That 
condition  was  that  the  United  States  should 
so  far  forget  itself  as  to  permit  Carranza 
to   send   troops   through   United   States   ter- 


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ritory  to  move  against  the  government  of 
Lower  California.  Californiana  would  not 
like  to  see  Carranza^  troops  oust  Cantu.  I 
doubt  if  they  would  meekly  permit  them 
to  pass  through  California  to  make  war 
on  him.  If  we  should  allow  such  a  move- 
ment of  troops  it  must  be  through  the 
Imperial  Valley.  Carranza  would  not  ad- 
vance his  interests,  except  sentimentally, 
by  taking  the  few  towns  on  the  west  coast. 

Now,  California  from  which  the  penin- 
sula depends,  is  a  great  state,  somewhat 
fond  of  dancing  and  light  wines,  but  with 
strong  ideas  along  some  lines.  It  is 
greater  now  than  ever,  since  its  vote  elects 
presidents.  Colonel  Cantu  saw  that  his 
free-and-easy  country  might  offend  its 
neighbor  to  the  point  of  international  com- 
plications, so  he  thought  it  would  be  well 
to  have  an  American  lawyer.  He  chose  Mr. 
Isadore  Dockweiler,  of  Los  Angeles.  Be- 
sides being  a  good  lawyer,  Mr.  Dockweiler 
is  the  Democratic  national  committeeman 
from  California,  and  generally  credited 
with  throwing  California  into  the  Demo- 
cratic column  at  the  last  election.  It 
would  seem  assured  that  when  he  makes 
a  hurried  trip  to  Washington  his  client 
to  the  south  of  the  line  will  have  at  least 
a  respectful  hearing.  All  the  protests  of 
the  ultra-moral  element  in  California 
against  the  reprehensible  ways  of  the  Cantu 
government  have  been  unavailing  at  Wash- 
ington. Carranza's  requests  for  aid  in  re- 
covering the  rebel  state  and  whipping  it 
again  into  line  with  the  mother  country 
have  all  been  denied.  All  the  big  cotton 
plantations  below  the  line  are  run  by 
Americans,  and  the  system  of  taxes  and 
duties  is  one  of  the  most  ingenious  of 
Cantu's  creations.  In  spite  of  this  they 
are  prosperous  almost  beyond  belief.  The 
Americans  do  considerable  grumbling,  after 
the  manner  of  men  heavily  taxed,  but  to 
a  man  they  are  strongly  pro-Cantu.  They 
will  not  consider  the  idea  of  changing  the 
security  of  the  present  corrupt  and  un- 
authorized government  for  the  moral  and 
upright  dominion  of  Carranza,  with  the 
accompanying  anarchy,  irresponsibility  and 
weakness. 

It  would  be  profitless  to  point  out  all 
the  iniquities  which  flourish  under  Cantu. 
A  few  will  suffice.  At  Mexicali  is  the  Teco- 
lote  gambling  l^ou^e,  proudly  proclaimed 
the  largest  in  the  world.  Fifty  games  of 
various  kinds  are  running.  Each  game  will 
accommodate  from  a  dozen  to  twenty  play- 
ers. The  bar  is  one  hundred  and  sixty 
feet  long.  The  dance-hall  girls  come  from 
the  four  quarters  of  the  world.  The  patron? 
of  the  place  are  Americans,  Mexicans, 
Chinese,  Japanese,  Hindus,  Germans  ami 
Indians.  There  may  be  a  few  other  breeds, 
unclassified,  for  many  of  the  ghastly  drug 
users  who  gather' there  have  lost  their 
racial  traits.  This  place  pays  Cantu  fifteen 
thousand  dollars  a  month  license.  Tijuana 
is  the  popular  resort  on  the  western  coast. 
It  has  a  race-track,  which  caters  exclusively 
to  Americans,  and  its  gambling  house  has 
more  tinsel,  but  for  concentrated  wicked- 
ness and  vice,  Tijuana  cannot  compare  with 
Mexicali. 

Soon  after  Cantu  came  into  power  he 
gave  a  monopoly  to  a  French  citizen  of 
Ensenada  for  the  refining  of  opium.  The 
raw  opium  was  brought  from  India.  This 
man  flourished  greatly,  despite  his  heavy 
taxes,  until  the  smuggling  of  opium  into 
the  United  States  gained  such  proportions 
that  several  capable  American  revenue  men 
were  sent  down  to  end  it.  They  did  so, 
but  there  is  now  the  great  store  of  contra- 
band in  Lower  California  ready  to  be  smug- 
gled across.  In  fairness,  it  should  be  said 
that  Cantu  now  declares  himself  to  be  op- 
posed  to  the  drug  traffic. 

Smuggling  aigrettes  is  now  the  only 
traffic  with  which  line  officers  have  con- 
stant trouble.  These  are  bought  by  tour- 
ists usually.  In  the  back  room  of  the  estab- 
lishment of  a  Chinese  merchant,  in  Mexi- 
cali, I  was  shown  what  good  authority 
declared  was  the  finest  collection  of 
aigrettes  in  the  world,  and  I  was  assured 
by  the  proprietor  that  the  prices  were 
shamefully   low. 


LONDON 


SmoMnC  Mixture 


The  art  of  blending  tobacco 
has  reached  the  zenith  of 
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The  Menace  of  the 
Rats 

The  Rodent  Constitutes  a  Real  Menace  to 
Mankind. 


THE  rat  is  the  commonest  of  pests,  but  it 
is  doubtful  if  tlie  public  has  any  appre- 
ciation of  the  extent  of  the  menace  that  the 
rat  holds  for  civilization.  After  reading  what 
Kdward  W.  Nelson,  chief  of  the  U.S.  Biologi- 
cal Survey,  has  to  say  on  this  subject  in  the 
National  Geographic  Magazine,  one  realizes 
how  serious  the  rat  question  is.     He  says: 

The  history  of  the  brown  rat  is  an  ex- 
traordinary one,  unequaled  by  that  of  any 
other  mammal.  It  was  unknown  in  Europe 
until  1727,  when  vast  hordes  of  them  swam 
the  Volga  River.  A  year  or  two  later  it  ar- 
rived in  England  on  ships  from  the  Orient. 
Since  that  time  it  has  steadily  extended  its 
distribution  by  means  of  ships  and  other 
transportation  agencies,  and  by  migrations 
overland,  until  it  shares  with  mankind  near- 
ly all  parts  of  the  earth  from  Greenland  to 
Patagonia  and  around  the  globe. 

It  is  a  sturdy,  fierce,  and  cunning  ani- 
mal with  extraordinary  fecundity.  These 
characteristics  have  enabled  it  quickly  to 
overrun  ^nd  occupy  new  territory  despite 
the  never-ceasing  warfare  waged  against  it 
by  man  and  the  competition  of  other  mam- 
mals. 

The  smaller  black  rat  and  roof  rat  form- 
erly existed  in  most  parts  of  the  Old  World. 
They  preceded  the  brown  rat  also  in  America, 
but  when  the  latter  arrived  were  promply  re- 
duced by  it  to  a  secondary  position  or  exter- 
minated. Black  rats  still  exist  in  some  parts 
of  the  United  States,  and  roof  rats  are  com- 
mon with  the  brown  rat  in  the  milder  climate 
of  the  Southern   States. 

The  greater  size  of  the  brown  rat  readily 
distinguishes  it  from  either  of  the  other 
species.  It  averages  from  one  to  one  and  a 
half  pounds  in  weight  and  about  18  inches  in 
length.  Occasional  giants  of  its  kind  occur, 
however,  as  shown  by  the  capture,  near 
Canterbury,  England,  of  one  huge  individual 
weighing  over  four  pounds  and  measuring 
22%  inches  in  length. 

With  an  abundant  food  supply  brown  rats 
increase  with  almost  incredible  rapidity. 
They  have  from  three  to  twelve  litters  a  year, 
each  containing  from  six  to  more  than 
twenty  young,  the  average  being  about  ten. 
The  young  begin  to  breed  when  less  than  three 
months  of  age. 

Rats  are  nocturnal  and  as  a  rule  keep 
hidden  during  the  day  in  holes  and  other 
places  of  concealment  about  buildings  or  in 
burrows  which  they  dig  in  the  ground.  With- 
in their  retreats  they  make  warm  nests  of 
shredded  fibrous  material,  often  cut  from 
costly  fabrics,  in  which  their  naked  and 
helpless  young  are  safely  brought  forth.  _ 

After  careful  investigation  the  United 
States  Public  Health  Service  estimates  that 
the  number  of  rats  living  under  normal  con- 
ditions in  our  cities  equals  the  human  popu- 
lation, but  that  in  country  districts  they  are 
relatively  three  or  four  times  as  numerous. 

This  estimate  is  practically  the  same  as 
that  obtained  some  years  ago  in  Great  Bri- 
tain and  Ireland,  Denmark,  France,  and  Ger- 
many. At  intervals,  as  the  result  of  especially 
favorable  conditions  of  food  supply  and 
weather,  extraordinary  increases  of  rats  oc- 
cur over  considerable  areas  and  the  damage 
by  them  is  enormously  increased. 

A  vivid  realization  of  the  multitude  of  rats 
which  thrive  as  parasites  on  man's  industry 
may  be  gained  from  the  results  of  local  cam- 
paigns against  them.  In  1904  a  plague  of  rats 
occurred  in  Rock  Island  and  Mercer  counties, 
Illinois,  and  during  the  month  ending  April 
20  one  man  killed  3,445  on  his  farm. 

During  the  campaign  of  the  Public  Health 
Service  against  the  bubonic  plague  in  San 
Francisco  from  1904  to  1907,  inclusive,  more 
than  800,000  were  killed;  and  in  New  Orleans, 
during  1914  and  1915,  551,370  were  destroyed. 
During  the  winter  and  spring  of  a  single 
year  more  than  17,000  rats  were  killed  on  a 


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rice  plantation  containing  400  acres  in 
Georgia,  and  by  actual  count  30,000  were  killed 
on  another  plantation  containing  about  1,200 
acres.  On  a  farm  of  about  150  acres  on 
Thompson  Island,  in  Boston  harbor,  1,300  oc- 
cupied rat  holes  were  counted  and  other  rats 
were  living  about  the  farm  buildings.  At  a 
large  meat-packing  establishment  in  Chicago 
from  4,000  to  9,000  have  been  killed  yearly. 

Islands  in  the  tropical  or  semi-tropical  seas 
furnish  ideal  conditions  for  rats,  and  in  many 
instances  they  have  increased  until  they  have 
become  intolerable  pests,  threatening  the  total 
ruin  of  the  inhabitants.  On  one  sugar-cane 
plantation  in  Porto  Rico  25,000  rats  were 
killed  in  less  than  six  months. 

In  Jamaica  an  effort  was  made  to  suppress 
them  by  introducing  the  mongoose,  which 
resulted  in  the  establishment  of  a  second  pest. 
In  the  Hawaiian  Islands  the  introduction  of 
the  mongoose  caused  the  rats  to  take  refuge 
in  the  tree-tops,  where  many  of  them  have 
nests  and  have  arboreal  habits,  like  squirrels. 
Wherever  present  on  these  islands  the  mon- 
goose has  rendered  it  exceedingly  difficult  to 
raise  domestic  fowls  of  any  kind. 

As  has  long  been  known,  rats  are  very 
numerous  on  ships.  After  the  fumigation  of 
a  grain  vessel  at  Bombay  1,300  dead  rats 
were  found,  and  the  fumigation  of  the  steam- 
ship Minnehaha  at  London  yielded  a  bag  of 
1,700.  In  eight  years  572,000  were  killed  on 
the  London  docks,  including  those  on  the 
ships. 

As  reported  to  Parliament  by  the  Famine 
Commission,  in  1881,  a  rat  plague  existed  in 
southern  Deccan  and  the  Mahratta  districts 
of  India.  Bounties  were  paid  for  destruction 
of  rats  and  more  than  12,000,000  were  killed. 
On  many  occasions,  both  on  the  mainland  as 
well  as  on  islands,  the  unlimited  increase  of 
rats  has  finally  led  to  the  almost  total  loss 
of  crops  and  other  food  supplies  and  result- 
ing famines. 

One  of  the  most  amazing  accounts  of  the 
abundance  of  these  animals  comes  from  the 
Island  of  South  Georgia,  on  the  borders  of  the 
Antarctic  east  of  Cape  Horn.  For  some  years 
summer  whaling  operations  have  been  con- 
ducted at  this  island  and  great  numbers  of 
whale  carcases,  after  being  stripped  of  the 
blubber,  have  drifted  ashore.  The  short  cool 
summers  and  long  cold  winters  of  this  region 
preserve  the  bodies  from  rapid  decay  and  the 
rats  which  have  landed  from  the  ships  find 
there  a  never-ending  surplus  of  meat. 

As  a  consequence  they  have  multiplied  until 
they  now  exist  literally  by  millions.  They 
make  their  nests  in  the  grass  and  peat  back 
from  the  shore  and  swarm  along  well-worn 
roads  they  have  made  on  the  mountain  sides. 
The  ready  adaptability  of  rats  to  their 
surroundings  is  one  of  the  qualities  which 
has  enabled  them  to  conquer  the  world.  On 
the  approach  of  warm  weather  in  summer 
large  number  of  them  leave  buildings  and 
resort  to  fields  on  farms,  or  to  the  outskirts 
of  the  towns,  where  the  growing  vegetation, 
particularly  cultivated  plants,  affords  them 
an  abundant  food  supply  until  the  approach 
of  winter.  At  the  beginning  of  cold  wea- 
ther they  return  again  to  the  shelter  of 
buildings,  where  they  find  the  harvested 
crops  ready  for  their  consumption. 

When  the  food  supply  suddenly  decreases, 
following  a  period  of  plenty  during  which 
the  rats  have  greatly  increased  in  numbers,  a 
migratory  impulse  appears  to  affect  the  entire 
rat  population  over  large  areas  and  a  general 
migation  takes  place.  At  such  times  the  rats 
are  extraordinarily  bold,  swimming  rivers 
without  hesitation  and  surmounting  all  other 
natural  obstacles.  The  first  invasion  of 
Europe,  when  rats  swam  the  Volga,  was  an  in- 
stance of  this  kind.  Experiments  by  the  U.S. 
Public  Health  Service  have  shown  that  when 
released  in  the  water  of  a  harbor  rats  may 
swim  ashore  for  a  distance  of  1,500  yards. 

An  observer  in  Illinois,  who  saw  a  more 
local  migration,  states  that  he  was  passing 
down  a  road  in  the  moonlight  one  night  in 
the  spring  when  he  heard  a  rustling  in  a 
field  near  by.  Soon  a  great  army  of  rats 
swarmed  across  the  road  before  him,  extend- 
ing as  far  as  he  could  see.  This  district  after- 
wards suffered  severely  from  the  presence  of 
these  pests. 

The  extent  to  which  rats  wander  from 
centers  of  abundance  was  well  illustrated  in 


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them  tell  us  what  to  do  and  how  to  go  to 
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MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


The  Menace  of  the  Rats 

Continued  from  page  59. 


New  Orleans  by  experiments  of  our  Public 
Health  Service.  One  hundred  and  seventy- 
nine  marked  rats  were  released  at  a  point  in 
the  residential  part  of  the  city.  In  less  than 
60  hours  one  of  the  marked  rats  was  captured 
in  a  trap  about  a  mile  from  the  point  where 
it  was  liberated,  and  within  two  weeks  others 
were  taken  at  various  points  in  a  direct  line 
up  to  a  distance  of  four  miles. 

Rats  are  excellent  climbers,  as  every  one 
appreciates  who  has  seen  them  about  barns 
and  other  buildings.  They  have  also  demon- 
strated their  skill  in  this  in  the  Hawaiian 
Islands  and  elsewhere. 

In  cities  they  have  been  seen  to  climb  iron 
pipes  for  the  purpose  of  entering  buildings, 
to  travel  from  one  house  to  another  on  tele- 
phone wires,  and  to  perform  other  extraordin- 
arily ingenious  feats  in  maintaining  them- 
selves. 

It  is  impossible  to  ascertain  with  precision 
the  total  losses  resulting  from  the  depreda- 
tions of  house  rats.  It  is,  however,  practicable 
to  secure  information  on  which  to  base  rea- 
sonable estimates  of  losses  from  this  source. 
Rats  are  practically  omnivorous  and  their 
depredations  cover  a  wide  range.  They  feed 
indifferently  upon  all  kinds  of  vegetable  and 
anirjial  matter. 

They  dig  up  newly  planted  grain,  destroy  it 


while  growing,  and  also  when  in  the  shock, 
stack,  crib,  granary,  mill,  elevator,  warehouse, 
wharf,  and  ship's  hold,  as  well  as  in  the  bin 
and  feed  trough.  They  eat  fruits,  vegetables, 
and  meats  in  the  market,  destroying  at  the 
same  time  by  pollution  far  more  than  is  con- 
sumed. 

They  destroy  enormous  numbers  of  eggs 
and  poultry,  as  well  as  the  eggs  and  young  of 
song  and  game  birds.  In  addition,  they  in- 
vade stores  and  warehouses  and  destroy  gro- 
ceries of  every  description,  as  well  as  furs, 
laces,  silks,  carpets,  and  leather  goods. 

They  cause  many  disastrous  fires  by  gnaw- 
ing matches,  by  gnawing  through  lead  pipe 
near  gas  meters,  or  by  cutting  the  insulation 
from  electric  wires  in  order  to  secure  material 
for  nests  and  by  gathering  oil-soaked  rags 
and  other  inflammable  material  in  their  nests; 
■lood  houses  by  gnawing  through  lead  water 
pipes;  ruin  artificial  ponds  and  embankments 
by  burrowing,  and  damage  foundations,  floors, 
doors  and  furnishings  of  dwellings. 

As  disease  carriers  they  also  cause  enorm- 
ous commercial  losses,  especially  through  the 
introduction  of  bubonic  plague  and  the  re- 
sulting suspension  of  commerce.  With  the 
introduction  of  plague  they  become  directly 
responsible  for  business  disaster  as  well  as 
for  an  appalling  mortality. 


America  Needs  More  Babies 


Theodore  Roosevelt  Hints  at  Danger  of 
Race  Becoming  Extinct. 


'T~*HAT  the  American  race  is  in  danger  of 
-•-  ultimate  extinction  unless  the  birth  rate 
among  the  most  desirable  classes  is  increased 
is  the  suggestion  behind  Theodore  Roosevelt's 
last  article  in  The  Metropolitan.  He  shows 
just  how  serious  the  condition  is  becoming  in 
the  United  States  and  then  cites  the  dangerous 
parallel   of  France: 

In  instancing  France  I  merely  take  what 
the  best  and  most  patriotic  Frenchmen  say.  A 
French  newspaper  before  me  says:  "In  1850 
the  population  of  France  surpassed  that  of 
Germany.  When  this  war  broke  out  it  had 
become  inferior  by  27  millions.  It  was  this 
fact  to  which  the  war  was  really  due.  If 
the  Germans  had  had  before  them  60  millions 
of  French  instead  of  39  they  would  have 
hesitated  long.  The  cause  of  the  war  was 
that  we  had  not  furnished  to  France  enough 
children.  ...  If  the  French  birth  rate 
continues  to  diminish  we  shall  some  day  face 
a  new  war  of  conquest  waged  against  us.  It 
is  a  question  of  life  or  death  which  confronts 
Prance.  She  must  live!  But  in  order  to  live 
she  must  face  the  implacable  realities  of  exis- 
tence. The  national  conscience  should  insist 
that  our  legislators  put  the  matter  of  the  re- 
population  of  France  in  the  first  place."  The 
lesson  applies  as  much  to  the  United  States. 
If  our  birth  rate  continues  to  diminish  we 
shall  by  the  end  of  this  century  be  impotent 
in  the  face  of  powers  like  Germany,  Russia  or 
Japan;  we  shall  have  been  passed  by  the 
great  states  of  South  America. 

In  a  small  group  there  may  be  good  and 
sufficient  explanations  why  the  individual  men 
and  women  have  remained  unmarried;  and 
the  fact  that  those  that  marry  have  no  chil- 
dren, or  only  one  or  two  children,  may  be 
cause  only  for  sincere  and  respectful  sym- 
pathy. But  if,  in  a  community  of  a  thousand 
men  and  a  thousand  women,  a  large  propor- 
tion of  them  remain  unmarried,  and  if  of  the 
marriages  so  many  are  sterile,  or  with  only 
one  or  two  children,  that  the  population  is  de- 
creasing, then  there  is  something  radically 
wrong  with  the  people  of  that  community  as 
a  whole.  The  evil  may  be  partly  physical, 
partly  due  to  the  strange  troubles  which  ac- 
company an  over-strained  intensity  of  life. 
But  even  in  this  case  the  root  trouble  is  prob- 
ably moral;  and  in  all  probability  the  whole 


trouble  is  moral,  and  is  due  to  a  complex  tis- 
sue of  causation  in  which  coldness,  love  of 
ease,  striving  after  social  position,  fear  of 
pain,  dislike  of  hard  work  and  sheer  inability 
to  get  life  values  in  their  proper  perspective 
all  play  a  part. 

The  fundamental  instincts  are  not  only  the 
basic  but  also  the  loftiest  instincts  in  human 
nature.  The  qualities  that  make  men  and 
women  eager  lovers,  faithful,  duty-perform- 
ing, hard-working  husbands  and  wives,  and 
wi.se  and  devoted  fathers  and  mothers  stand 
at  the  foundations  of  all  possible  social  wel- 
fare, and  also  represent  the  loftiest  heights 
of  human  happiness  and  usefulness.  No  other 
form  of  personal  success  and  happiness  or  of 
individual  service  to  the  state  compares  with 
that  which  is  represented  by  the  love  of  the 
one  man  for  the  one  woman,  their  joint  work 
as  home-maker  and  home-keeper,  and  their 
ability  to  bring  up  the  children  that  are 
theirs. 


Among  human  beings,  as  among  all  other 
living  creatures,  if  the  best  specimens  do  not, 
and  the  poorer  specimens  do,  propagate,  the 
type  will  go  down.  If  Americans  of  the  old 
stock  lead  lives  of  celibate  selfishness  (whe- 
ther profligate  or  merely  frivolous  or  object- 
less, matters  little),  or  if  the  married  are 
afflicted  by  that  base  fear  of  living  which, 
whether  for  the  sake  of  themselves  or  of  their 
children,  forbids  them  to  have  more  than  one 
or  two  children,  disaster  awaits  the  nation.  It 
is  not  well  for  a  nation  to  import  its  art  and 
its  literature;  but  it  is  fatal  for  a  nation  to 
import  its  babies.  And  it  is  utterly  futile  to 
make  believe  that  fussy  activity  for  somebody 
else's  babies  atones  for  failure  of  personal 
parenthood. 

The  remedy?  There  are  many  remedies,  all 
of  them  partial.  The  state  can  do  something, 
as  the  state  is  now  doing  in  France.  Legisla- 
tion must  be  for  the  average,  for  the  common 
good.  Therefore  legislation  should  at  once 
abandon  the  noxious  sentimentality  of  think- 
ing that  in  America  at  this  time  the  "only 
son"  is  entitled  to  preferential  consideration, 
either  for  the  sake  of  himself  or  of  his 
mother.  The  preference,  as  regards  all  obli- 
gations to  the  state,  should  be  given  to  the 
family  having  the  third  and  fourth  children. 
In  all  public  offices  in  every  grade  the  lowest 
salaries  should  be  paid  the  man  or  woman  with 
no  children,  or  only  one  or  two  children,  and 
a  marked  discrimination  made  in  favor  of  the 
man  or  woman  with  a  family  of  over  three 
children.  In  taxation,  the  rate  should  be  im- 
mensely heavier  on  the  childless  and  on  the 
families  with  one  or  two  children,  while  an 
equally  heavy  discrimination  should  lie  in 
favor  of  the  family  with  over  three  children. 
This  should  apply  to.  the  income  tax  and  in- 
heritance tax,  and  as  far  as  possible  to  other 
taxes.  I  speak,  as  usual,  of  the  average,  not 
the  exception.  Only  the  father  and  mother 
of  over  three  children  have  done  their  full 
duty  by  the  state;  and  the  state  should  em- 
phasize this  fact.  No  reduction  should  be 
made  in  a  man's  taxes  merely  because  he  is 
married.  But  he  should  be  exempted  on  an 
additional  $500  of  income  for  each  of  his  first 
two  children,  and  on  an  addition  $1,000  of  in- 
come for  every  subsequent  child — for  we  wish 
to  put  especial  emphasis  on  the  vital  need  of 
having  the  third,  and  the  fourth  and  the 
fifth  children.  The  men  and  women  with 
small  or  reasonable  incomes  are  the  ones  who 
should  be  encouraged  to  have  children;  they 
do  not  represent  a  class  which  will  be  tempted 
by  such  exemption  to  thriftlessness  or  extrav- 
agances. I  do  not  believe  that  there  should 
be  any  income  exemption  whatever  for  the  un- 
married man  or  the  childless  married  coiiple; 
let  all  the  exemptions  be  for  the  married 
couples  of  moderate  means  who  have  children. 


A  Movie  Magnate 


A  Sketch  of  the  Career  of  William  Fox. 


A  GOOD  percentage  of  the  bills  seen  at 
moving  picture  houses  have  title  "lead- 
ers" which  read  something  like  this  "WIL- 
LIAM FOX  presents  Velva  Sorenta  in  The 
Dollar  Duchess."  Yes,  William  Fox  is  a  pro- 
ducer who  believes  in  laying  the  emphasis  at 
least  as  heavily  on  himself  as  on  the  high- 
priced  hired  help.  He  is,  however,  a  42  centi- 
meter gun  in  the  producing  world  and  so 
perhaps  is  entitled  to  arrange  his  title  bills  as 
he  sees  fit.  Jack  Lait  tells  something  of  his 
rather  spectacular  career  in  The  American: 

A  remarkable  individual  is  William  Fox. 
He  is  only  thirty-eight  years  old,  yet  he  has 
marked  commerce  in  several  lines  of  endeavor, 
established  himself  around  the  world  with 
offices  in  every  civilized  land,  and  attained  an 
AAAl  rating  in  Bradstreet's,  a  distinction 
unique  in  theatrical  business. 

He  was  born  in  New  York,  on  the  East 
Side,  and  after  a  grammar  school  education 
went  to  work  in  a  clothing  store.  But  he  had 
an  ambition  to  be  a  comedian,  and  joined  with 
the  late  Cliff  Gordon,  who  later  became  a  fam- 
ous headliner.    They  played  one  performance 


— a  benefit  for  a  prize  fighter.  Fox  sold  Gor- 
don his  interest  in  what  they  would  get  after 
the  show  for  two  dollars.  They  got  nothing. 
Thereafter  Fox  decided  he  would  be  a  business 
man! 

He  went  into  cloth-sponging  and  made 
money.  He  married,  and  his  children  (two) 
were  born  before  he  began  the  making  of 
his  theatrical  fortune.  That  came  after  he 
was  hoodwinked  into  buying  a  "penny  arcade" 
in  Brooklyn.  The  place  had  been  artistically 
"salted,"  and  he  woke  up  to  find  he  had  a  poor 
investment.  It  was  about  that  time  that  he 
heard  of  a  new  device — a  "moving  picture." 

He  went  to  see  it — about  one  hundred  foot 
of  meaningless  film.  But  he  bought  it,  put 
it  on  the  second  floor  of  his  "arcade"  as  a  free 
show  to  draw  people  to  walk  through  his  pen- 
ny palladium — and  "put  on"  a  sword-swal- 
lower  and  fire-eater  for  a  "ballyhoo"  besides. 
He  became,  thus,  the  first  motion  picture  ex- 
hibitor on  this  continent.  The  novelty  drew 
so  handsomely  that  in  six  months  he  had 
cleared  $50,000  on  his  "losing"  venture,  threw 
the  penny  instruments  into  the  garbage  can 
and  founded  the  first  movie  theater  in  Amer- 
ica. 

By  this  time  films  were  coming  regularly 
from  Europe  and  he  formed  the  first  film  ex- 
change, supplying  reels  to  others  who  here 
and  there  began  to  emulate  his  success. 


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Later  he  took  the  Dewey  Theater  on  Four- 
teenth Street  from  "Big  Tim"  Sullivan  at  a 
rental  aimed  especially  to  be  prohibitive,  and 
financed  the  first  real  theater  ever  showing 
films  exclusively.  Sullivan,  who  thought  the 
idea  insane,  set  the  rent  at  $50,000  a  year  (it 
cost  him  $14,000^a  year),  and  demanded  two 
years  rent  in  advance;  next  day  at  noon  Fox 
brought  him  one  hundred  $1,000  bills. 

The  Motion  Picture  Patents  Company, 
shortly  after  Americans  began  manufactur- 
ing films,  pooled  all  existing  patents  on  pro- 
jecting and  recording  instruments.  Fox  de- 
sired to  produce  films;  he  could  not,  because 
'he  was  barred  from  use  of  the  machinery.  So 
he  went  to  Washington,  set  the  Government 
working,  broke  up  the  trust  by  injunction, 
and  began  to  make  pictures.  Now,  by  virtue 
of  his  endeavors,  anyone  can  produce  motion 
pictures. 

In  addition  to  these  activities  he  also  in- 
vaded vaudeville,  and  acquired  twenty-six 
theaters.  He  also  entered  the  "legitimate," 
staging  about  three  hundred  dramas  at  the 
Academy  of  Music,  the  historic  house,  which 
he  still  operates. 

His  extraordinary  success  in  all  these  un- 
dertakings has  proclaimed  him  a  business 
genius.  But,  in  addition  to  any  unusual  talent, 
he  has  thriven  on  several  personal  qualities 
for  which  he  is  noted:  candor  beyond  belief  of 
the  man  who  has  not  dealt  with  him  at  close 
range;  aggressiveness  that  stops  no  more  at 
the  seemingly  impossible  than  at  the  simple 
things;  faith  in  his  own  judgment  as  against 
rules,  accepted  measures  and  critics'  findings; 
faith  in  young  men — with  whom  he  has  sur- 
rounded himself,  and  to  whom  he  gives  re- 
markable liberty  of  activity;  and  a  liberal 
element  of  belief  that  to  catch  a  dollar  he 
must  send  out  twenty,  meaning  that  he  is  a 
bold  advertiser,  and  a  heavy  plunger  where 
he  is  convinced  he  has  a  good  prospect. 


Foundations 
of   Fortune 

A  complete  novelette  by 
Peter  B.  Kyne,  Creator  of 
"Cappy Ricks, "will  appear 
in  November  MacLean's. 


German  and  Austrian 
Prisoners  in  Russia 

How   the   Teutons  are  Handled  and 
Cared  For. 

RUSSIA  has  taken  huge  numbers  of  pri- 
soners, chiefly  Austrians  and,  from  all 
reports,  has  treated  them  well.  It  is  not  a 
pleasant  fate,  however,  to  be  marched  off  into 
the  centre  of  cold,  mysterious  Russia,  to  a 
destination  quite  unknown;  and  Arthur  Ruhl 
paints  in  Collier's  weekly  the  accompanying 
vivid  picture  of  the  fate  of  the  Teuton  pri- 
soner of  war: 

It  was  at  Kiev  that  I  ran  into  that  blue- 
gray  tide  of  captives  which  had  been  flowing 
eastward  across  Russia  ever  since  Brusilofl's 
offensive  got  well  under  way  in  June.  The 
ancient  city  on  the  Dnieper  had  long  been 
close  to  the  fighting.  One  could  still  see  the 
emergency  bridge  which,  in  the  panicky  weeks 
of  1915,  when  the  enemy  were  driving  east 
from  Lemberg,  had  been  flung  across  the  river. 
Now  that  victory  was  swinging  the  other  way, 
it  was  a  natural  concentration  point  for  pri- 
soners, and  it  was  here,  in  a  big  fenced  camp 
in  the  woods  not  far  from  the  city,  that  most 
Continued  on  page  66. 


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Will  the  Jewish  Race 
Disappear  ? 

WILL  the  Jews  in  America  disappear? 
After  showing  how  numerous  and  influ- 
ential the  Hebrews  have  become,  particularly 
in  New  York,  Burton  J.  Hendrick  proceeds 
in  Every  Week  to  deal  with  the  probability 
of  the  Jewish  race  being  swallowed  up  in  the 
"melting  pot."    He  says,  in  part: 

"At  first  this  idea  strikes  most  people  as 
absurd.  They  have  been  educated  to  the  con- 
ception of  the  Jews  as  a  peculiar  people — as 
a  race  inevitably  set  apart  to  maintain  its 
integrity  through  the  centuries.  The  medieval 
ghetto,  the  peculiar  garb,  the  exclusive  tribal 
customs  and  dietary  practices,  and  the  rab- 
binical laws — these  are  the  conceptions  that 
naturally  come  to  mind  when  we  attempt  to 
estimate  the  future  of  this  people.  That  our 
two  million  American  Jews  may  disappear,  in 
the  course  of  two  or  three  centuries  thru  in- 
termarriage, seems  at  first  a  notion  almost 
too  extravagant  to  be  entertained.  Yet,  in  the 
opinion  of  many  Jews  themselves,  the  theory 
is  not  necessarily  ridiculous. 

One  of  the  greatest  Christian  writers  on 
the  Jews,  M.  Leroy-Beaulieu,  takes  the  stand 
that  the  Jews  are  not  a  peculiar  people  at  all, 
and  that  it  is  merely  circumstances  that  have 
made  them  so.  If  we  had  taken  a  few  hundred 
thousand  Englishmen,  two  thousand  years 
ago,  set  them  apart  to  live  in  restricted  dis- 
tricts, forced  them  to  wear  a  distinctive  garb, 
forbidden  them  to  engage  in  agriculture,  lim- 
ited their  activities  to  particular  trades,  and 
prohibited  them  from  marrying  Christians 
under  penalty  of  death,  the  English  would  to- 
day probably  be  a  "peculiar"  and  unassimil- 
able  people. 

But  the  study  of  modern  history  indicates 
more  clearly  what  we  may  expect  in  the  Unit- 
ed States.  We  must  constantly  keep  in  mind 
that  intermarriage  of  Jews  and  Christians, 
until  recent  years,  was  illegal,  precisely  as  it 
still  is  in  Russia  and  Austria.  There  are  un- 
mistakeable  evidences,  it  is  true,  that  inter- 
mingling had  been  going  on  all  through  the 
Middle  Ages;  but  these  unions,  where  they 
were  not  illicit,  followed  baptism.  Many 
thousand  Spanish  Jews  accepted  baptism  in 
1492  in  preference  to  expulsion. 

In  Europe  the  intermarriage  of  Jews  and 
Christians  is  going  on  at  a  rate  that  few  can 
explain.  Dr.  Maurice  Fishberg,  one  of  our 
leading  American  authorities  on  the  Jews, 
has  recently  published  the  figures — figures 
that  are  fairly  astounding. 

In  Germany  as  a  whole,  according  to  the 
figures  presented  by  Dr.  Fishberg,  nearly 
twenty  per  cent,  of  Jewish  marriages  to-day 
are  with  Christians.  But  it  is  only  when  we 
take  the  statistics  of  the  gi^'eat  cities,  such  as 
Hamburg  and  Berlin,  that  the  complete  ex- 
tent of  this  amalgamation  can  be  understood. 
Thus  in  Berlin,  from  1875  to  1879,  thirty-six 
per  cent,  of  all  Jewish  marriages  were  with 
Christians.  But  in  1905  this  proportion  had 
increased  to  forty-four  per  cent.  In  Hamburg 
again,  this  proportion  had  increased  to  sixty 
per  cent.;  that  is.  in  this  latter  city  more  Jews 
were  marrying  Christians  than  were  marrying 
Jews.  In  Scandinavia  Dr.  Fishberg's  figures 
show  that  the  proportion  is  even  higher;  there 
it  reaches  sixty-five  per  cent.! 

This  tendency  to  assimilation,  we  must  keep 
in  mind,  is  the  product  of  less  than  a  single 
generation.  After  being  emancipated,  in  the 
matter  of  matrimony,  for  only  forty  years,  the 
Jews  of  Hamburg  and  Berlin  are  marrying 
more  frequently  outside  their  race  than  within 
it.  Certainly  this  record  lends  some  weight 
to  the  idea  that  the  Jews  are  not  really  an 
exclusive  people,  but  have  been  made  so  by 
the  restrictive  laws  of  their  environment. 
Suppose,  in  Berlin  and  Hamburg,  the  age  of 
liberalism  had  started  three  or  four  centuries 
ago — that  the  bars  against  intermarriage 
had  been  removed  in  1400  instead  of  in  1875. 
Of  course,  the  Jewish  race,  as  a  race,  would 
long  since  have  disappeared  in  these  cities, 
and  its  Jewish  element  would  have  become 
so  mingled  with  the  rest  of  the  population 
that  they  could  never  be  identified. 


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German  and  Austrian  Prisoners  in  Russia 


Continued  from  page  63. 


of  those  swept  up  in  the  Bukowina  fighting, 
were  herded,^  sorted  out,  and  reshipped  to 
prison  camps'farther  east. 

Day  after  day,  through  the  short,  hot  Rus- 
sian summer,  the  long  trains  of  cattle  cars 
dumped  their  fresh  thousands  into  the  big 
camp  in  the  dusty  pines.  The  Austro-Hun- 
garian  Slavs  were  separated,  generally.  Kiev 
was  full  of  these  paroled  prisoners,  still  in 
their  faded  Austrian  uniforms,  sleepily  driv- 
ing transport  wagons  or  working  on  the 
streets.  There  was  little  fear  that  they  would 
try  to  escape  back  to  their  own  country, 
merely  to  be  sent  to  the  front  again.  The 
German-Austrians,  Hungarians,  and  Germans 
were  sent  farther  east — towards  Kazan,  down 
the  lower  Volga,  and  toward  Siberia. 

Kiev  was  the  first  real  stopping  place  for 


most  of  them,  and  they  still  carried  some  of 
the  air  of  the  battle  field.  The  lightly  wounded 
still  wore  their  rough  field  dressings;  many 
had  scarcely  got  over  the  surprise  of  capture. 
Team  spirit  still  held  them.  They  were  still 
soldiers,  fighting  men,  part  of  an  army.  And 
here  the  last  of  these  props  fell  away.  They 
v.ere  no  longer  part  of  a  great,  onrushing 
organization,  no  longer  soldiers.  There  was 
no  more  vengeance  nor  hope  of  victory.  They 
suddenly  became  nothing;  a  body  to  cover,  a 
stomach  to  feed;  stranded  human  cattle,  fac- 
ing, each  for  himself,  the  vastness  and  mys- 
tery of  Russia — cold,  distance,  a  hundred  in- 
herited dreads.  An  Englishman  or  German 
captured  on  the  Somme  may  have  a  comfort- 
able or  uncomfortable  time,  but  at  any  rate 
he  never  leaves  the  cozy  distances  of  Western 


Europe.  There  are  records  to  go  to,  easy 
communication  by  way  of  Switzerland;  it  is 
only  a  matter  of  a  few  weeks  before  his 
family  knows  at  least  where  he  is  and  where 
letters   and   packages  may   reach  him. 

The  prisoner  in  Russia  faces  quite  another 
prospect.  It  is  not  a  country,  it  is  a  continent 
he  disappears  in.  By  the  time  his  telegram  or 
post  card  with  the  news  of  his  capture  gets 
back  to  his  home  town,  he  may  be  a  thousand 
or  three  thousand  miles  away  from  the  place 
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ant parents  have  scraped  a  few  dollars  to- 
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up  above   the  Arctic   Circle. 

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gary up  through  Sweden  and  Finland  down 
into  southern  Russia  for  a  prisoner  who  left 
three  weeks  before.  The  package  is  heaped 
with  others  like  it,  or  sent  on  to  another  camp 
— by  that  time  the  man  has  gone  somewhere 
else. 


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German  Plotting  in 
America   To-day 

Continued  from  page  20. 

other.  Certain  disreputable  doctors  have 
been  detected  "faking"  and  creating 
physical  disabilities  to  permit  exemption. 
I  had  a  youth  in  my  employ  go  to  bed  for 
three  weeks  without  a  temperature  or  a 
pulse,  and  was  not  surprised  to  find  that 
his  antecedents  were  German. 

An  investigator,  who  went  through  cer- 
tain Southern  and  Middle  Western 
States,  sent  back  this  report:  "The  actual 
disloyalty  is  appalling:  60  per  cent,  of  the 
farmers  and  25  per  cent,  of  the  town 
people  are  in  favor  of  peace  on  any  terms,  i 
It  is  this  which  emboldens  such  vicious   : 

little  animals  as  "  naming  certain 

Senators  and  Congressmen,  who  had  done 
all  in  their  power  to  stall  preparations 
for  war. 

NOR  must  Canada  stand  back  from 
such  treason  too  certain  of  her  own 
Hock.  The  same  investigating  body  re- 
ported that  the  same  funds  from  the  same 
source  were  behind  certain  anti-conscrip- 
tion movements  in  Canada.  How  much 
truth  there  is  in  that  charge,  I  do  not 
know;  but  you  have  only  to  keep  your  eyes 
open  to  see  that  the  underground  work  is 
occurring  simultaneously  on  both  sides  of 
the  Border;  and  that  the  agitators  have 
abundance  of  funds,  reaching  high  enough 
and  far  enough,  to  stay  the  avenging 
hand  that  should  strike  them  to  extinc- 
tion. Please  read  that  paragraph  over 
again.  With  a  rigid  censorship  overhead, 
the  investigators  have  to  be  veiled;  but 
their  meaning  is  clear. 

The  other  side  of  this  gloomy  picture  I 
am  glad  to  say  also  concerns  certain 
aliens.  The  Hungarians!  The  Hungar- 
ians in  this  country,  who  have  sent  mil- 
lions of  dollars  home  in  War  Relief,  are 
becoming  deadly  sick  of  having  their  rel- 
atives in  the  home  land  butchered  whole- 
sale for  the  sake  of  the  asinine  vanity  of 
two  degenerate  royal  houses,  which  Hun- 
gary has  good  grounds  to  hate  altogether 
apart  from  the  War.  What  the  Hungar- 
ians are  now  asking  themselves  here  is 
whether  their  War  Relief  Funds  and 
efforts  would  not  be  better  spent  to  pro- 
mote a  revolution  in  Hungary  and  throw 
another  royal  house  to  the  scrap  heap. 
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Austrians  and  Hungarians  all  through 
the  United  States.  No  use  to  preach  the 
inviolability  and  divinity  of  kings  to 
these  people!  They  have  tasted  of  free- 
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people  from  one  extreme  to  the  other. 
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Russia  has  done — depose  royalty  and 
quit.  It  was  on  something  of  this  kind 
the  State  Department  was  banking,  when 
it  marked  time  for  peace.  How  far  the 
movement  has  gone  among  Austrians  and 
Hungarians,  I  do  not  know;  but  I  do 
know  the  movement  is  the  only  counter- 
foil to  the  agitations  financed  by  Ger- 
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Above  Your  Other  Foods 
In  Nutrition  and  Economy 

Consider  these  facts — you  who  so  keenly  feel  the  rising  cost 
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'J'lie  oat  is  a  marvelou:*  nutrient.  It  has  twice  the  food 
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day's  need. 

Some  foods  have  multiplied  in  cost.  The  finest  oat  food  has 
advanced  but  little. 

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and  muffins,  to  pancakes  and  cookies,  etc.  There  was  never  a 
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Recipe  for  Quaker  Sweetbits 
A  Cookie  Confection 

1  cup  Sugar,  1  tablespoon  Butter.  2  Eggs,  2^  cups 
Quaker  Oats,  2  teaspoons  Baking  Powder,  1  teaspoon 
Vanilla. 

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Quaker  Oats,  to  which  baking  powder  has  been 
added,   and  idd  vanilla. 

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buttcre<l  tins  with  teaspoon,  but  very  few  on  each 
tin.  as  they  spread.  Bake  in  slow  oven.  Makes  about 
65   cookies. 


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For  Catherine's  Sake 

Continued  from  page  24. 

of  joy  over  the  wire,  a  gurgle.  Fronda 
swung  her  voice  toward  Catherine,  "I 
hope  I  haven't  killed  him." 

"No,  you  can't  come  up  to  the  house." 
(This  in  answer  to  Braund's  eager  query). 
Then,  "You  must  give  Catherine  and  me 
a  dinner  to-night." 

"Oh,  Lord!  I  can't,"  Braund  cried  dis- 
mally, "I'm  engaged  to  dine  with  a 
friend." 

"Put  him  off." 

"I  can't;  he's  leaving  for  the  West  to- 
morrow." 

Fronda  pricked  her  ears;  "Who  is  it, 
Jack — any  one  we  know?" 

"No;  Phil  Gray;  you  don't  know  him." 

"Why  not  bring  him?  Then  we  shall 
know  him." 

"He  wouldn't  come;  he's  gun-shy  of  wo- 
men; he'd  take  to  the  woods." 

"Jack,  listen!  Phone  down  to  the  Wal- 
dorf and  engage  a  corner  table  in  the 
Palm  Room.  We'll  wait  for  you  and  your 
friend  in  that  little  Moorish  Room  at  the 
Thirty-third  Street  side." 

"He  wouldn't  come,"  wailed  Braund. 

"Don't  tell  him.  Bring  him  along  to 
dine  with  you.  Well,  Jack,  that's  the 
ultimatum.  I've  got  Catherine  to  forgive 
you,  but  those  are  conditions." 

"I'll  do  it,  Fronda." 

"Jack,  promise  faithfully  that  you 
won't  mention  our  names." 

"I  promise  anything." 

"Good-bye!     Seven  o'clock  then." 

AT  seven  o'clock  that  evening  Braund 
and  Gray  swung  into  the  Waldorf 
from  the  thirty-fourth  side.  As  they 
passed  the  cuckoo  clock  on  the  way  to  the 
Moorish  Room  the  little  wooden  bird  stuck 
his  head  out  of  the  top  and  jeered  at 
Gray.  And  something  agitated  Braund 
to  soften  the  effect  of  a  sudden  surprise 
bv  sayino:,  as  they  reached  the  news 
stand,  "I'd  better  warn  you,  old  man; 
we've  made  it  up.  And  I  couldn't  get  out 
of  it — my  girl  is  waiting  inside  to  dine 
with  us." 

Gray  felt  his  blood  run  cold ;  he  clutch- 
ed Braund  by  the  arm,  gasping:  "Does 
she  know  I'm  dining  with  you?" 

"Of  course,  old  man.  I  was  afraid  to 
tell  you  for  fear  you'd  run  away." 

Like  a  dead  man  Gray  resigned  him- 
self to  Jack's,  "Come  on,  Phil;  they're 
waiting." 

Just  inside  the  door  of  the  Moorish 
Room  they  met  Fronda.  "This  is  my 
friend  Mr.  Gray,  Fronda,  Miss  Fronda 
Laird." 

Gray's  eyes  schooled  to  a  polite  look 
saw  a  cheerful  smile  on  the  girl's  deceit- 
ful lips. 

At  that  instant  Catherine  came  forward 
into  the  light.  Dimly  Gray  heard  his 
name  mentioned,  and  the  girl's;  and  then 
Braund's  voice  saying  cheerily;  "This  is 
the  girl,  Phil !  You're  going  to  be  my 
best  man." 

For  a  second  Gray's  eyes  failed  to  reg- 
ister any  sensation ;  he  was  mentally  par- 
alyzed ;  the  next  second  a  glimmer  of  the 
truth  filmed  itself. 

At  the  table  Fronda,  turning  to  Gray, 
said:  "Jack  says  you  are  leaving  for  the 
West  to-morrow.    Are  you  really  going?" 

Gray  looked  in  her  eyes;  then  he  an- 
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The  Gun  Brand 

Continued  from  page  32. 

At  sight  of  the  man  who,  under  Lapierre's 
orders,  had  wrought  the  destruction  of 
his  post  at  Snare  Lake,  MacNair  leaped 
forward  with  a  snarl  of  anger.    But  be- 
fore he  could  reach  the  trembling  man 
the  form  of  Big   Lena   interposed,   and 
I  MacNair   found   himself  swamped  by  a 
jargon  of  broken  English  that  taxed  to 
I  the  utmost  his  power  of  comprehension. 
"Ju  yoost  vait  vun  meenit.    Ay  tell  ju 
som'ting  gude.  Dis  damn  Lefroy,  he  bane 
bad  man.     He  vork  by  Lapierre,  and  he 
tak'  de  whisky  to  jour  Injuns,  but  he  don't 
vork  no  more  by  Lapierre;  he  vork  by 
me.    Ay  goin'  to  marry  him,  and  ju  bet 
Ay  keep  him  gude,  or  Ay  bust  the  stove 
chunk  'crost  his  head.    He  vork  by  Mees 
Chios  now,  and  he  lak  ju  gif  him  chance 
to  show  he  ain't  no  bad  man  no  more." 

Big  Lena  shook  the  man  roughly  by 
way  of  emphasis,  and  MacNair  smiled  as 
he  noted  the  foolish  grin  with  which  Le- 
froy submitted  to  the  inevitable.  For 
years  he  had  known  Lefroy  as  a  bad  man, 
second  only  to  Lapierre  in  cunning  and 
brutal  cruelty;  and  to  see  him  now,  cow- 
ering under  the  domination  of  his  future 
spouse,  was  to  MacNair  the  height  of  the 
ridiculous — but  MacNair  was  unmarried. 
"All  right,"  he  growled,  and  Lefroy's 
relief  at  the  happy  termination  of  the  in- 
terview was  plainly  written  upon  his  fea- 
tures, for  this  meeting  had  not  been  of 
his  own  seeking.  The  memory  of  the 
shots  which  had  taken  off  two  of  his  com- 
panions, that  night  on  Snare  Lake,  wa& 
still  fresh,  and  in  his  desire  to  avoid  a 
meeting  with  MacNair  he  had  sought 
refuge  in  the  kitchen.  Whereupon  Big 
Lena  had  taken  matters  into  her  own 
hands  and  literally  dragged  him  into  Mac- 
Nair's  presence,  replying  to  his  terrified 
protest  that  if  MacNair  was  going  to  kill 
him,  he  was  going  to  kill,  and  he  might 
as  well  have  it  over  with. 

Thus  it  was  that  the  relieved  Lefroy 
leaped  with  alacrity  to  obey  when,  a  mo- 
ment later,  MacNair  ordered  him  to  the 
storehouse  to  break  out  the  necessary 
provisions  for  a  ten-days'  journey  for  all 
his  Indians.  So  well  did  the  half-breed 
execute  the  order  that  upon  MacNair's 
arrival  at  the  storehouse  he  found  Lefroy 
not  only  supplying  provisions  with  a  lav- 
ish hand,  but  taking  huge  delight  in  pass- 
ing out  to  the  waiting  Indians  Lapierre's 
Mauser  rifles  and  ammunition. 

When  MacNair,  with  his  Indians, 
reached  Snare  Lake,  it  was  to  find  that 
Pierre  Lapierre  had  taken  himself  and  his 
outlaws  to  the  Lac  du  Mort  rendezvous. 
Whereupon  he  immediately  despatched 
thirty  Indians  back  to  Lefroy  for  the 
supplies  necessary  to  follow  Lapierre  to 
his  stronghold.  Awaiting  the  return  of 
the  supply  train,  MacNair  employed  his 
remaining  Indians  in  getting  out  logs  for 
the  rebuilding  of  his  fort,  and  he  smiled 
grimly  as  his  eyes  roved  over  the  dumps 
— the  rich  dumps  which  represented  two 
months'  well-directed  labor  of  a  gang  of 
a  hundred  men. 


A  S  Chloe  Elliston  sat  in  the  little  living 
-^*-  room  and  listened  to  the  impassioned 
words  of  Lapierre,  the  man's  chance  of 
winning  her  was  far  better  than  at  any 
time  in  the  whole  course  of  their  ac- 
quaintance. Without  in  the  least  real- 
izing it,  the  girl  had  all  along  held  a  cer- 
tain regard  for  MacNair — a  regard  that 


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was  hard  to  explain,  and  that  the  girl 
herself  would  have  been  the  first  to  dis- 
avow. She  hated  him!  And  yet — she 
was  forced  to  admit  even  to  herself,  the 
man  fascinated  her.  But  never  until  the 
moment  of  the  realization  of  his  true 
character,  as  forced  upon  her  by  the  ac- 
tion and  words  of  the  Louchoux  girl,  had 
she  entertained  the  slightest  suspicion 
that  she  loved  him.  And  with  the  dis- 
covery had  come  a  sense  of  shame  and 
humiliation  that  had  all  but  broken  her 
spirit. 

Her  hatred  for  MacNair  was  real 
enough  now.  That  hatred,  the  shame 
and  humility,  and  the  fact  that  Lapierre 
was  pleading  with  her  as  he  had  never 
pleaded  before,  were  going  far  to  convince 
the  girl  that  her  previous  estimate  of  the 
quarter-breed  had  been  a  mistaken  esti- 
mate, and  that  he  was  in  truth  the  fine, 
clean,  educated  man  of  the  north  which 
on  the  surface  he  appeared  to  be.  A 
man  whose  aim  it  was  to  deal  fairly  and 
honorably  with  the  Indians,  and  who  in 
reality  had  the  best  interests  of  his  peo- 
ple at  heart. 

No  one  but  Chloe  herself  will  ever  know 
how  near  she  came  upon  that  afternoon 
to  yielding  to  his  pleading,  and  laying  her 
soul  bare  to  him.  But  something  inter- 
posed— fate?  Destiny?  The  materialist 
smiles  "supper."  Be  that  as  it  may,  had 
she  yielded  to  Lapierre's  plans,  they 
would  have  stolen  from  the  school  that 
very  night  and  proceeded  to  Fort  Rae,  to 
be  married  by  the  priest  at  the  mission. 
For  Lapierre,  fully  alive  to  the  danger  of 
delay,  had  eloquently  pleaded  his  cause. 

Not  only  was  MacNair  upon  his  trail 
— MacNair  the  relentless,  the  indomit- 
able— but  also  the  word  had  passed  in 
the  north,  and  the  men  of  the  Mounted — 
those  inscrutable  sentinels  of  the  silence 
whose  watchword  is  "get  the  man" — were 
aroused   to    avenge   a   comrade.  And 

Lapierre  realized  with  a  chill  in  his 
heart  that  he  was  "the  man"!  His  one 
chance  lay  in  a  timely  marriage  with 
Chloe  Elliston,  and  a  quick  dash  for  the 
States.  If  the  dash  succeeded,  he  had 
nothing  to  fear.  Even  if  it  failed,  and 
he  fell  into  the  hands  of  the  Mounted — 
with  the  Elliston  millions  behind  him, 
he  felt  he  could  snap  his  fingers  in  the 
face  of  the  law.  Men  of  millions  do 
not  serve  time. 

For  the  men  who  waited  him  in  the 
Bastile  du  Mort,  Lapierre  gave  no 
thought.  He  would  stand  by  them  as 
long  as  it  furthered  his  own  ends  to 
stand  by  them.  When  they  ceased  to 
be  a  factor  in  his  own  safety,  they  could 
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self. Had  put  forth  the  best  effort  that 
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T  APIERRE  had  reached  his  limit  of 
-L'  control,  and  when  he  turned  at  the 
sound  of  the  Indian  girl's  voice,  his  hand 
instinctively  flew  to  his  belt.  In  his  rage 
at  the  sudden  turn  of  events,  he  became 
for  the  instant,  a  madman  whose  one 
thought  was  to  destroy  her  who  had 
wrought  the  harm.  The  next  instant 
the  snarl  died  upon  his  lips  and  his 
hand  dropped  limply  to  his  side.  In  two 
strides.  Big  Lena  was  upon  him  and  her 
thick  fingers  bit  deep  into  his  shoulder 
as  she  spun  him  to  face  her — to  face 
the  polished  bit  of  the  keen-edged  ax 
which  the  huge  woman  flourished  care- 
lessly within  an  inch  of  his  nose. 

The  fingers  released  their  grip,  La- 
pierre's  gun  was  jerked  from  its  holster, 
and  a  moment  later  thumped  heavily 
upon  the  floor  of  the  kitchen  fifteen  feet 
away,  while  the  woman  pointed  grimly 
toward  the  overturned  chair.  Lapierre 
righted  the  chair,  and  as  he  sank  into  it, 
Chloe,  who  had  stared  dumbfounded  upon 
the  scene  saw  that  little  beads  of  sweat 
stood  out  sharply  against  the  pallor  of 
his  bloodless  brow.  As  from  a  great  dis- 
tance the  words  of  the  Louchoux  girl  fell 
upon  her  ears.  She  was  speaking  rapidly, 
and  the  finger  which  she  pointed  at  La- 
pierre trembled  violently. 

"You  lied!"  cried  the  girl.  "You 
have  always  lied!  You  lied  when  you 
told  me  we  were  married!  You  lied 
when  you  said  you  would  return!  Since 
coming  to  this  school  I  have  learned 
much.  Many  things  have  I  learned  that 
I  never  knew  before.  When  you  said 
you  would  return,  I  believed  you — even 
as  my  mother  believed  my  father  when 
he  went  away  in  the  ship  many  years 
ago,  and  left  me  a  babe  in  arms  to  live 
or  to  die  among  the  teepees  of  the  Lou- 
choux. the  people  of  mv  mother,  who 
was  the  mother  of  his  child.  My  mother 
has  not  been  to  the  school,  and  she  be- 
lieves some  day  my  father  will  return. 
For  many  years  she  has  waited,  has 
starved,  and  has  suffered — always  watch- 
ing for  my  father's  return.  And  the 
factors  have  laughed,  and  the  river-men 
taunted  her  with  being  the  mother  of  a 
fatherless  child!  Ah,  she  has  paid!  Al- 
ways the  Indian  women  must  pay!  And 
I  have  paid  also.  All  my  life  have  I 
been  hungry,  and  in  the  winter  I  have 
always  been  cold. 

"Then  you  came  with  your  laughing 
lips  and  your  words  of  love  and  I  went 
with  you,  and  you  took  me  to  distant 
rivers.  All  through  the  summer  there 
was  plenty  to  eat  in  our  teepee.  I  was 
happy,  and  for  the  first  time  in  my  life 
my  heart  was  glad  —  for  I  loved  you! 
And  then  came  the  winter,  and  the 
freezing  up  of  the  rivers,  and  the  day 
you  told  me  you  must  return  to  the 
southward — to  the  land  of  the  white  men 
— without  me.  And  I  believed  you  even 
when  they  told  me  you  would  not  re- 
turn. I  was  brave — for  that  is  the  way 
of  love,  to  believe,  and  to  hope,  and  be 
brave." 

THE  girl's  voice  faltered,  and  the 
trembling  hand  gripped  the  back  of 
the  chair  upon  which  she  leaned  heavily 
for  support. 

"All  my  life  have  I  paid,"  she  con- 
tinued bitterly.  "Yet,  it  was  not  enough. 
Years,  when  the  children  of  the  trappers 
had  at  times  plenty  to  eat  I  was  always 
hungry   and  cold. 

"When     you    came    into    my    life    I 


thought  at  last  I  had  paid  in  full — that 
my  mother  and  I  both  had  paid  for  her 
belief  in  the  white  man's  word.  Ah,  if 
I  had  known!  I  should  have  known, 
for  well  I  remember,  it  was  upon  the 
day  before  —  before  I  went  away  with 
you  —  that  I  told  you  of  my  father,  and 
of  how  we  always  went  north  in  the  win- 
ter, knowing  that  again  his  ship  would 
winter  in  the  ice  of  the  Bufort  Sea.  And 
you  heard  the  story  and  laughed,  and 
you  said  that  my  father  would  not  re- 
turn— that  the  white  men  never  return. 
And  when  I  grew  afraid,  you  told  me 
that  you  were  part  Indian.  That  your 
people  were  my  people.  I  was  a  fool!  I 
listened  to  your  words!" 

The  girl  dropped  heavily  into  her 
chair  and  buried  her  face  in  her  arms. 

"And  now  I  know,"  she  sobbed,  "that 
I  have  not  even  begun  to  pay!" 

Suddenly  she  leaped  to  her  feet  and, 
dashing  around  the  table  placed  herself 
between  Lapierre  and  Chloe,  who  had 
listened  white-lipped  to  her  words.  Once 
more  the  voice  of  the  Louchoux  girl  rang 
through  the  room — high-pitched  and  thin 
with  anger  now  —  and  the  eyes  that 
glared  into  the  eyes  of  Lapierre  blazed 
black  with  fury. 

"You  have  lied  to  her!  But  you  can- 
not harm  her!  With  my  own  ears  I 
heard  your  words!  The  same  words  I 
heard  from  your  lips  before,  upon  the 
banks  of  the  far  off  rivers,  and  the 
words  are  lies — lies — lies!" — the  voice 
rose  to  a  shriek — "the  white  woman  is 
good!  She  is  my  friend!  She  has 
taught  me  much,  and  now,  I  will  save 
her." 

With  a  swift  movement  she  caught  the 
carving-knife  from  the  table  and  sprang 
toward  the  defenseless  Lapierre.  "I  will 
cut  out  your  heart  in  little  bits  and  feed  it 
to  the  dogs!" 

Once  more  the  hand  of  Big  Lena 
wrenched  the  knife  from  the  girl's  grasp. 
And  once  more  the  huge  Swedish  woman 
fixed  Lapierre  with  her  vacuous  stare. 
Then  slowly  she  raised  her  arm  and 
pointed  toward  the  door:  "Ju  git!  And 
never  ju  don't  come  back  no  more.  Ay 
don't  lat  ju  go  cause  Ay  lak  ju,  but  Ay 
bane  'fraid  dis  leetle  girl  she  cut  ju  up 
and  feed  ju  to  de  dogs,  and  Ay  no  lak 
for  git  dem  dogs  poison!" 

And  Lapierre  tarried  not  for  further 
orders.  Pausing  only  to  recover  his  hat 
from  its  peg  on  the  wall,  he  opened  the 
outer  door  and  with  one  sidewise  malevo- 
lent glance  toward  the  little  group  at  the 
table,  slunk  hurriedly  from  the  room. 

HARDLY  had  the  door  closed  behind 
him  than  Chloe,  who  had  sat  as  one 
stunned  during  the  girl's  accusation  and 
her  later  outburst  of  fury,  leaped  to  her 
feet  and  seized  her  arm  in  a  convulsive 
grip.  "Tell  me!"  she  cried;  "what  do 
you  mean?  Speak!  Speak,  can't  you? 
What  is  this  you  have  said?  What  is  it 
all  about?" 

"Why  it  is  he,  Pierre  Lapierre.  He 
is  the  free-trader  of  whom  I  told  yon. 
The  man  who  —  who  deceived  me  into 
believing  I  was  his  wife." 

"But,"  cried  Chloe,  staring  at  her  in 
astonishment.  "I  thought  —  I  thought 
MacNair  was  the  man!" 

"No!  No!  No!"  cried  the  girl.  "Not 
MacNair!  Pierre  Lapierre,  he  is  the 
man!  He  who  sat  in  that  chair,  and 
whose  heart  I-  would  cut  into  tiny  bits 
that  you  shall  not  be  made  to  pay,  even 


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as  I  have  paid,  for  listening  to  the  words 
of  his  lips." 

"But,"  faltered  Chloe,  "I  don't  —  I 
don't  understand.  Surely,  you  fear  Mac- 
Nair.  Surely,  that  night  when  he  came 
into  the  room,  carrying  the  wounded 
policeman,  you  fled  from  him  in  terror." 

"MacNair  is  a  white  man " 

"But  why  should  you  fear  him?" 
"I  fear  him,"  she  answered,  "because 
among  the  Indians — among  the  Louchoux 
— the  people  of  my  mother,  and  among 
the  Eskimoes,  he  is  called  'The  Bad 
Man  of  the  North.'  *I  hated  him  be- 
cause Lapierre  taught  me  to  hate  him. 
I  do  not  hate  him  now,  nor  do  I  fear 
him.  But  among  the  Indians  and 
among  the  free-traders  he  is  both  hated 
and  feared.  He  chases  the  free-traders 
from  the  rivers,  and  he  kills  them  and 
destroys  their  whisky.  For  he  has  said, 
like  the  men  of  the  soldier-police,  that 
the  red  man  shall  drink  no  whisky.  But 
the  red  men  like  the  whisky.  Their  life 
is  hard  and  they  do  not  have  much 
happiness,  and  the  whisky  of  the  white 
man  makes  them  happy.  And  in  the 
days  before  MacNair  they  could  get  much 
whisky,  but  now  the  free-traders  fear 
him,  and  only  sometimes  do  they  dare 
to  bring  whisky  to  the  land  of  the  far-off 
rivers. 

"At  the  posts  my  people  may  trade 
for  food  and  for  guns  and  for  clothing, 
but  they  may  not  buy  whisky.  But  the 
free  traders  sell  whisky.  Also  they  will 
trade  for  the  women.  But  MacNair  has 
said  they  shall  not  trade  for  the  women. 
At  times,  when  men  think  he  is  far 
away,  he  comes  swooping  through  the 
north  with  his  Snare  Lake  Indians  at  his 
heels,  and  they  chase  the  free-traders 
from  the  rivers.  And  on  the  shores  of 
the  frozen  sea  he  chases  the  whalemen 
from  the  Eskimo  villages  even  to  their 
ships  which  lie  far  out  from  the  coast, 
locked  in  the  grip  of  the  ice-pack. 

"For  these  things  I  have  hated  and 
feared  him.  Since  I  have  been  here  at 
the  school  I  have  learned  much.  Both 
from  your  teachings,  and  from  talking 
with  the  women  of  MacNair's  Indians. 
I  know  now  that  MacNair  is  good,  and 
that  the  factors  and  the  soldier-police 
and  the  priest  spoke  words  of  truth,  and 
that  Lapierre  and  the  free-traders  lied!" 

AS  the  Indian  girl  poured  forth  her 
story  Chloe  Elliston  listened  as  one 
in  a  dream.  What  was  this,  she  was  say- 
ing, that  it  was  Lapierre  who  sold  whisky 
to  the  Indians,  and  MacNair  who  stood 
firm,  and  struck  mighty  blows  for  the 
right  of  things?  Surely,  this  girl's  mind 
was  unhinged — or,  had  something  gone 
wrong  with  her  own  brain?  Was  it  pos- 
sible she  had  heard  aright? 

Suddenly  she  remembered  the  words  of 
Corporal  Ripley,  when  he  asked  her  to 
withdraw  the  charge  of  murder  against 
MacNair:  "In  the  north  we  know  some- 
thing of  MacNair's  work."  And  again: 
"We  know  the  north  needs  men  like 
MacNair." 

Could  it  be  possible  that  after  all — 
with  the  thought  there  flashed  into  the 
girl's  mind  the  scene  on  Snare  Lake. 
Had  she  not  seen  with  her  own  eyes  the 
evidence  of  this  man's  work  among  the 
Indians!  With  a  gesture  of  appeal  she 
turned  to  Big  Lena. 

"Surely,  Lena,  you  remember  that 
night  on  Snare  Lake?  You  saw  Mac- 
Nair's Indians,  drunk  as  fiends  —  and 
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you  see  these  things?  Did  I  see  them? 
Was  I  dreaming?  Or  am  I  dreaming 
now?" 

Big  Lena  shifted  her  weight  ponderous- 
ly, and  the  stare  of  the  china-blue  eyes 
met  steadily  the  half-startled  eyes  of  the 
girl.  "Yah,  Ay  seen  das  all  right.  Dem 
Injuns  dey  awful  drunk  das  night  and 
MacNair  he  come  'long  and  schlap  dem 
and  kick  dem  'round.  But  das  gude  for 
dem.  Dey  got  it  comin'.  Dey  should 
not  ought  to  drink  Lapierre's  vhisky." 

"Lapierre's  whisky!"  cried  the  girl. 
"Are  you  crazy?" 

"Now,  Ay  tank  Ay  ain't  so  crazy. 
Lapierre  he  fool  ju  long  tam." 

"What  do  you  mean?"  asked  Chloe. 

"Ah,  das  a'  right,"  answered  the  wo- 
man. "He  fool  ju  gude,  but  he  ain't 
fool  Big  Lena.  Ay  know  all  about  him 
for  a  jear." 

"But,"  pursued  the  girl,  "Lapierre  was 
with  us  that  night!" 

Lena  shrugged.  "Yah,  Lapierre  very 
smart.  He  send  Lefroy  'long  wit'  das 
vhisky.  Den  when  he  know  MacNair's 
Injuns  git  awful  drunk,  he  tak'  ju  'long 
for  see  it." 

"Lefroy!"  cried  Chloe.  "Why,  Lefroy 
was  off  to  the  eastward  trying  to  run 
down  some  whisky-runners." 

Big  Lena  laughed  derisively.  "How  ju 
fin'  out?'  she  asked. 

Chloe  hesitated.  "Why  —  why,  La- 
pierre told  me." 

Again  Big  Lena  laughed.  "Yah,  La- 
pierre tal  ju,  but,  Lefroy,  he  don't  know 
nuthin'  'bout  no  vhisky-runners.  Only 
him  and  Lapierre  dos  all  de  vhisky-run- 
ning  in  dis  country.  Lefroy,  he  tal  me 
all  'bout  das.  He  tak'  das  vhisky  up 
dere  and  he  sell  it  to  MacNair's  Injuns, 
and  MacNair  shoot  after  him  and  kill 
two  Lefroy's  men.  Ay  goin'  to  marry  Le- 
froy, and  he  tal  me  de  trut'.  He  'fraid 
to  lie  to  me,  or  Ay  break  him  in  two. 
Lefroy,  he  bane  gude  man  now,  he  quit 
Lapierre.  Ju  bet  ju  if  he  don't  bane 
gude  Ay  gif  him  haal.  Ay  tal  him  it 
bane  gude  t'ing  if  MacNair  kill  him  das 
night. 

"Den  MacNair  come  on  de  school  and 
brung  de  policeman,  Lefroy  he  'fraid  for 
scart,  and  he  goin'  hide  in  de  kitchen, 
and  Ay  drag  him  out  ond  brung  him 
'long  to  see  MacNair.  Lefroy,  he  'fraid 
lak  haal.  He  squeal  MacNair  goin'  kill 
him.  But  Ay  tal  him  das  ain't  much 
lass  annyhow.  If  he  goin'  to  kill  him  it's 
besser  he  kill  him  now,  den  Ay  ain't 
got  to  bodder  wit'  him  no  more.  But 
MacNair,  he  don't  kill  him.  Ay  tal  him 
Lefroy  goin'  to  be  gude  man  now,  and 
den  MacNair  he  laugh,  and  tal  Lefroy  to 
go  'long  and  git  out  de  grub." 

"But,"  cried  Chloe.  "You  say  you 
have  known  all  about  Lapierre  for  a  year, 
and  you  knew  all  the  time  that  MacNair 
was  right,  and  Lapierre  was  wrong,  and 
you  let  me  go  blindly  on  thinking  La- 
pierre was  my  friend,  and  treating  Mac- 
Nair as  I  did!     Why  didn't  you  tell  me?" 

"You  got  yoost  so  manny  eyes  lak 
me!"  retorted  the  woman.  "Ju  neffer 
ask  me  vat  Ay  tank  'bout  MacNair  and 
'bout  Lapierre.  And  Ay  neffer  tal  ju 
das  'cause  Ay  tank  it  besser  ju  fin'  out 
jourself.  Ay  know  ju  got  to  fin'  das  out 
sometam'.  Den  ju  believe  it.  Ju  know 
lot  'bout  vat  stands  in  de  books,  but  das 
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you  damn  fool!" 

Chloe  gasped.  It  was  the  longest 
speech  Big  Lena  had  ever  made.  And 
the  girl  learned  that  when  the  big  wo- 
man chose  she  could  speak  straight  from 
the  shoulder. 

Harriet  Penny  gasped  also.  She  pushed 
back  her  chair,  and  shook  an  outraged 
finger  at  Big  Lena.  "Go  into  the  kitchen 
where  you  belong!"  she  cried.  "I  really 
cannot  permit  such  language  in  my  pre- 
sence. You  are  unspeakably  coarse!" 

Chloe  whirled  on  the  little  woman  like 
a  flash.  "You  shut  up,  Hat  Penny!"  she 
snapped  savagely.  "You  don't  happen 
to  do  the  permitting  around  here.  If  your 
ears  are  too  delicate  to  listen  to  the 
truth,  you  better  go  into  your  own  room 
and  shut  the  door."  And  then  crossing 
swiftly  to  her  own  room,  she  opened  the 
door,  but  before  entering  she  turned  to 
Big  Lena.  "Make  a  pot  of  strong  coffee," 
she  ordered,  "and  bring  it  to  me  here." 

A  FEW  minutes  later  when  the  wo- 
man entered  and  deposited  the  tray 
containing  coffee-pot,  cream  pitcher,  and 
sugar  bowl,  upon  the  table,  she  found 
Chloe  striding  up  and  down  the  room. 
There  was  a  new  light  in  the  girl's  eyes, 
and  very  much  to  Big  Lena's  surprise, 
she  turned  suddenly  upon  her  and  throw- 
ing her  arms  about  the  massive  shoulders, 
planted  a  kiss  squarely  upon  the  wide, 
flat  mouth. 

"Ah,  Lena,"  she  cried  happily,  "you 
— you  are  a  dear!"  And  the  Swedish 
woman,  with  unexpected  gentleness,  pat- 
ted the  girl's  shoulder,  and  as  she  passed 
out  of  the  door  smiled  broadly. 

For  an  hour  Chloe  paced  up  and 
down  the  little  room.  At  first  she  could 
scarcely  bring  herself  to  realize  that  the 
two  men,  MacNair  and  Lapierre,  had 
changed  places.  She  remembered  that  in 
that  very  room  she  had  more  than  once 
pictured  that  very  thing.  As  the  con- 
viction grew  upon  her,  her  pulse  quick- 
ened. Never  before  had  she  been  so  su- 
premely— so  wildly  happy.  There  was  a 
strange,  barbaric  singing  in  her  heart, 
as  for  the  first  time  she  saw  MacNair — 
the  real  MacNair  at  his  true  worth. 
MacNair,  the  hig  man,  the  really  great 
man,  strong  and  brave,  alone  in  the 
north  fighting,  night  and  day,  against 
the  snarling  wolves  of  the  world-waste. 
Fighting  for  the  good  of  his  Indians  and 
the  right  of  things  as  they  should  be. 

Her  mind  dwelt  upon  the  fine  courage 
and  the  patience  of  him.  She  recalled  the 
hurt  look  in  his  eyes  when  she  ordered 
his  arrest.  She  remembered  his  words  to 
the  officer— words  of  kindly  apology  for 
her  own  blind  folly.  She  penetrated  the 
rough  exterior,  and  read  the  real  gentle- 
ness of  his  soul.  And  then,  with  a  shame 
and  mortification  that  almost  over- 
whelmed her,  she  saw  herself  as  she  must 
appear  to  him.  She  recollected  how  she 
had  accused  him,  had  sneered  at  him,  had 
called  him  a  liar  and  a  thief,  a  murderer, 
and  worse. 

Tears  streamed  unheeded  from  her  eyes 
as  she  recalled  the  unconscious  pathos  of 
his  words  as  he  stood  beside  his  mother's 
grave.  And  the  look  of  reproach  with 
which  he  sank  to  the  ground  when  La- 
pierre's  bullet  laid  him  low.  Her  heart 
thrilled  at  the  memory  of  the  blazing 
wrath  of  him,  the  cold  gleam  of  his  eyes, 
the  wicked  snap  of  his  iron  jaw,  as  he 
said,  "I  have  taken  the  man-trail!"  She 
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spoken:  "When  you  have  learned  the 
north,  we  shall  be  friends."  She  won- 
dered now  if  possibly  this  thing  could 
ever  be?  Had  she  learned  the  north? 
Could  she  ever  atone  in  his  eyes  for  her 
cocksureness,  her  blind  egotism. 

/^HLOE  quickened  her  pace,  as-  if  to 
^--'  walk  away  and  leave  these  things  be- 
hind. How  she  hated  herself!  It  seemed 
to  her,  in  her  shame  and  mortification, 
that  she  could  never  look  into  this  man's 
eyes  again.  Her  glance  strayed  to  the 
portrait  of  Tiger  Elliston  that  stared 
down  at  her  from  its  bullet-shattered 
frame  upon  the  wall.  The  eyes  of  the 
portrait  seemed  to  bore  deep  into  her  own, 
and  the  words  of  MacNair  flashed  through 
her  brain — the  words  he  had  used  as  he 
gazed  into  the  eyes  of  that  self-same  por- 
trait. 

Unconsciously  —  fiercely  she  repeated 
those  words  aloud:  "By  God!  Yon  is 
the  face  of  a  man!"  She  started  at  the 
sound  of  her  own  voice.  And  then,  like 
liquid  flame,  it  seemed  to  the  girl  the 
blood  of  Tiger  Elliston  seethed  and  boiled 
in  her  veins — spurring  her  on  to  do! 

"Do  what?"  she  questioned.  "What 
was  there  left  to  do,  for  one  who  had 
blundered  so  miserably?" 

Like  a  flash  came  the  answer.  She  had 
done  MacNair  a  great  wrong.  She  must 
right  that  wrong,  or  at  least  admit  it. 
She  must  own  her  error  and  offer  an 
apology. 

Seating  herself  at  the  table,  she  seized 
a  pen  and  wrote  rapidly  for  a  long,  long 
time.  And  then  for  a  long  time  more  she 
sat  buried  in  thought,  and  at  the  end  of 
an  hour  she  arose  and  tore  up  the  pages 
she  had  written,  and  sat  down  again  and 
penned  another  letter  which  she  placed  in 
an  envelope  addressed  with  the  name  of 
MacNair. 

This  done  she  took  the  letter,  tiptoed 
across  the  living  room,  and  pushing  open 
the  Louchoux  girl's  door  entered  and  seat- 
ed herself  upon  the  edge  of  the  bed.    The 
Indian  girl  was  wide  awake.     A  brown 
hand  stole  from  beneath  the  covers  and 
'  clasped  reassuringly  about  Chloe's  fingers. 
She  handed  the  girl  the  letter. 
"I  can  trust  you,"  she  said,  "to  place 
this  in  MacNair's  hands.    Go  to  sleep  now, 
I  will  talk  further  with  you  to-morrow." 
And   with    a   hurried   good-night,    Chloe 
returned  to  her  own  room. 

She  blew  out  the  lamp  and  threw  her- 
self fully  dressed  upon  the  bed.  Sleep 
would  not  come.  She  stared  long  at  the 
little  patch  of  moonlight  that  showed 
upon  the  bare  floor.  She  tried  to  think, 
but  her  heart  was  filled  with  a  strange 
restlessness.  Arising  from  the  bed,  she 
crossed  to  the  window  and  stared  out 
across  the  moonlit  clearing  towards  the 
dark  edge  of  the  forest  —  the  mysterious 
forest  whose  depths  seemed  black  with 
sinister  mystery — whose  trees  beckoned, 
stretching  out  their  branches  like  arms. 

A  strange  restlessness  came  over  her. 
The  confines  of  the  little  room  seemed 
smothering  —  crushing  her.  Crossing  to 
the  row  of  pegs  she  drew  on  her  parka 
and  heavy  mittens,  and  tiptoeing  to  the 
outer  door,  passed  out  into  the  night, 
crossed  the  moonlit  clearing,  and  stepped 
half-fearfully  into  the  deep  shadow  of  the 
forest — to  the  call  of  the  beckoning  arms. 
As  her  form  was  swallowed  up  in  the 
blackness,  another  form  —  a  gigantic 
figure  that  bore  clutched  in  the  grasp  of 
a  capable  hand  the  helve  of  an  ax,  upon 
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blade  the  moonbeams  gleamed  cruelly, 
slipped  from  the  door  of  the  kitchen  and 
followed  swiftly  in  the  wake  of  the  girl. 
Big  Lena  was  taking  no  chances. 

CHAPTER  XXIII. 

THE   wolf-cry! 

SO  sudden  and  unexpected  had  been 
Lapierre's  denouncement  at  the  hands 
of  the  small  Indian  girl  and  Big  Lena 
that  when  he  quitted  Chloe  Eliston's  liv- 
ing room  the  one  thought  in  his  mind  was 
to  return  to  his  stronghold  on  Lac  du 
Mort.  For  the  first  time  the  real  serious- 
ness of  his  situation  forced  itself  upon 
him.  He  knew  that  no  accident  had 
brought  the  officer  of  the  Mounted  to  the 
Lac  du  Mort  stronghold  in  company  with 
Bob  MacNair,  and  he  realized  the  utter 
futility  of  attempting  an  escape  to  the 
outside,  since  the  shooting  of  the  officer 
at  the  very  walls  of  the  stockade. 

As  the  husband  of  Chloe  Elliston,  the 
thing  might  have  been  accomplished.  But 
alone  or  in  company  with  the  half-dozen 
outlaws  who  had  accompanied  him  to  the 
school,  never.  There  was  but  one  course 
open  to  him:  To  return  to  Lac  du  Mort 
and  make  a  stand  against  the  authorities 
and  against  MacNair.  And  the  fact  that 
the  man  realized  in  all  probability  it 
would  be  his  last  stand,  was  borne  to  the 
understanding  of  the  men  who  accom- 
panied him. 

These  men  knew  nothing  of  the  reason 
for  Lapierre's  trip  to  the  school,  but  they 
were  not  slow  to  perceive  that  whatever 
the  reason  was,  Lapierre  had  failed  in  its 
accomplishment.  For  they  knew  Lapierre 
as  a  man  who  rarely  lost  his  temper. 

They  knew  him  as  one  equal  to  any 
emergency — one  who  would  shoot  a  man 
down  in  cold  blood  for  disobeying  an 
order  or  relaxing  vigilance,  but  who  would 
shoot  with  a  smile  rather  than  a  frown. 

Thus  when  Lapierre  joined  them  in 
their  camp  at  the  edge  of  the  clearing, 
and  with  a  torrent  of  unreasoning  curses 
ordered  the  dogs  harnessed  and  the  outfit 
got  under  way  for  Lac  du  Mort,  they 
knew  their  cause  was  at  best  a  forlorn 
hope. 

Darkness  overtook  them  and  they 
camped  to  await  the  rising  of  the  late 
moon.  While  the  men  prepared  the  sup- 
per, Lapierre  glowered  upon  his  sled  by 
the  fire,  occasionally  leaping  to  his  feet 
to  stamp  impatiently  up  and  down  upon 
the  snow.  The  leader  spoke  no  word  and 
none  ventured  to  address  him.  The  meal 
was  eaten  in  silence.  At  its  conclusion  the 
men  took  heart  and  sprang  eagerly  to 
obey  an  order  —  the  order  puzzled  them 
not  a  little,  but  no  man  questioned  it. 
For  the  command  came  crisp  and  sharp, 
and  without  profanity,  in  a  voice  they 
well  knew.  Lapierre  was  himself  again, 
and  his  black  eyes  gleamed  wickedly  as  he 
rolled  a  cigarette  by  the  light  of  the  rising 
moon. 

The  dogs  were  whirled  upon  the  back- 
trail,  and  once  more  the  outfit  headed 
for  the  school  upon  the  bank  of  the  Yel- 
low Knife.  It  was  well  toward  midnight 
when  Lapierre  called  a  halt.  They  were 
close  to  the  edge  of  the  clearing.  Leaving 
one  man  with  the  dogs  and  motioning  the 
others  to  follow,  he  stole  noiselessly  from 
tree  to  tree  until  the  dull  square  of  light 
that  glowed  from  the  window  of  Chloe 
Elliston's  room  showed  distinctly  through 
the  interlacing  branches.  The  quarters  of 
the  Indians  were  shrouded  in  darkness. 
For  a  long  time  Lapierre  stood  staring  at 
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motionless  as  statues,  blended  into  the 
shadows  of  the  trees.  The  light  was  ex- 
tinguished. The  quarter-breed  moved  to 
the  edge  of  the  clearing,  and  seating  him- 
self upon  the  root  of  a  gnarled  banskian, 
rapidly  outlined  his  plan. 

Suddenly  his  form  stiffened  and  he 
drew  close  against  the  trunk  of  his  tree, 
motioning  the  others  to  do  likewise.  The 
door  of  the  cottage  had  opened.  A  parka- 
clad  figure  stepped  from  the  little  ver- 
anda, paused  uncertainly  in  the  moonlight, 
and  then,  with  light,  swinging  strides, 
moved  directly  toward  the  banskian.  La- 
pierre's  pulse  quickened,  and  his  lips 
twisted  into  an  evil  smile.  That  the  figure 
was  no  other  than  Chloe  ElHston  was 
easily  discernible  in  the  bright  moonlight, 
and  with  fiendish  satisfaction  the  quar- 
ter-breed realized  that  the  girl  was  play- 
ing directly  into  his  hands.  For,  as  he 
sat  upon  the  sled  beside  the  little  camp- 
fire,  his  active  brain  had  evolved  a  new 
scheme.  If  Chloe  Elliston  could  not  be 
made  to  accompany  him  willingly,  why 
not  unwillingly? 

Lapierre  believed  that  once  safely  en- 
trenched behind  the  barriers  of  the  Bas- 
tile  du  Mort,  he  could  hold  out  for  a 
matter  of  six  months  against  any  forces 
which  were  likely  to  attack  him,  He 
realized  that  his  most  serious  danger  was 
from  MacNair  and  his  Indians.  For  La- 
pierre knew  MacNair.  He  knew  that 
once  upon  his  trail,  MacNair  would  re- 
lentlessly stick  to  that  trail — the  trail 
that  must  end  at  a  grave — many  graves, 
in  fact.  For  as  the  forces  stood,  La- 
pierre knew  that  many  men  must  die, 
and  bitterly  he  cursed  Lefroy  for  disclos- 
ing to  MacNair  the  whereabouts  of  the 
Mausers  concealed  in  the  storehouse. 

The  inevitable  attack  of  the  Mounted 
he  knew  would  come  later.  For  the  man 
knew  their  methods.  He  knew  that  a 
small  detachment,  one  oflScer,  or  perhaps 
two,  would  appear  before  the  barricade 
and  demand  his  surrender,  and  when  sur- 
render was  refused,  a  report  would  go 
in  to  headquarters,  and  after  that — La- 
pierre shrugged — well,  that  was  a  pro- 
blem of  to-morrow.  In  the  mean  time, 
if  he  held  Chloe  Elliston  prisoner  under 
threat  of  death,  it  was  highly  probable 
that  he  could  deal  to  advantage  with  Mac- 
Nair, and,  at  the  proper  time,  with  the 
Mounted.  If  not — Voila!  It  was  a  fight 
to  the  death,  anyway.  And  again  La- 
pierre shrugged. 

■^^  BARER  and  nearer  drew  the  unsus- 
^  ^  pecting  figure  of  the  girl.  The  man 
noted  the  haughty,  almost  arrogant 
beauty  of  her,  as  the  moonlight  played 
upon  the  firm,  resolute  features,  framed 
by  the  oval  of  her  parka-hood.  The  next 
instant  she  paused  in  the  shadow  of  his 
banskian,  almost  at  his  side. 

Lapierre  sprang  to  his  feet  and  stood 
facing  her  there  in  the  snow.  The  smile 
of  the  thin  lips  hardened  as  he  noted  the 
sudden  pallor  of  her  face  and  the  look 
of  wild  terror  that  flashed  for  a  moment 
from  her  eyes.  And  then,  almost  on  the 
instant,  the  girl's  eyes  narrowed,  the  firm 
white  chin  thrust  forward,  and  the  red 
lips  curled  into  a  sneer  of  infinite  loath- 
ing and  contempt.  Instinctively,  Lapierre 
knew  that  the  hands  within  the  heavy 
mittens  had  clenched  into  fighting  fists. 
For  an  instant  she  faced  him,  and  then, 
drawing  away  as  if  he  were  some  grizzly, 
loathsome  thing  poisoning  the  air  he 
breathed,  she  spoke.  Her  voice  trembled 
with  the  fury  of  her  words,  and  Lapierre 
winced  to  the  lash  of  a  woman's  scorn. 

"You — you  dog!"  she  cried.  "You 
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stand  there  grinning?  How  dare  you 
show  your  face?  Oh,  if  I  were  a  man 
I  would — I  would  strangle  the  life  from 
your  vile,  sneaking  body  with  my  two 
hands!" 

The  words  ended  in  a  stifled  cry.  With 
a  snarl,  Lapierre  sprang  upon  her,  pin- 
ning her  arms  to  her  side.  The  next  in- 
stant before  his  eyes  loomed  the  form  of 
Big  Lena,  who  leaped  toward  him  with 
upraised  ax  swung  high.  In  the  excite- 
ment of  the  moment,  the  man  had  not 
noted  her  approach.  With  a  swift  move- 
ment he  succeeded  in  forcing  the  body 
of  the  girl  between  himself  and  the  up- 
raised blade. 

With  a  shrill  cry  of  rage  Lena  dropped 
the  ax  and  rushed  to  a  grip.  Sounded 
then  a  sicltening  thud,  and  the  huge 
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bound  hand  and  foot,  and  the  men  were 
carrying  her  to  the  waiting  sled. 

For  a  moment  Lapierre  hesitated,  gaz- 
ing longingly  toward  the  cottage  as  he  de- 
bated in  his  mind  the  advisability  of  rush- 
ing across  the  clearing  and  settling  his 
score  with  Mary,  the  Louchoux  girl,  whose 
unexpected  appearance  had  turned  the  , 
tide  so  strongly  against  him. 

"Better  let  well  enough  alone!"  he 
growled  savagely.  "I  must  reach  Lac  du 
Mort  ahead  of  MacNair."  And  he  turned 
with  a  curse  from  the  clearing  to  see  an 
outlaw,  with  knife  unsheathed,  stooping 
over  the  unconscious  form  of  Big  Lena. 
The  quarter-breed  kicked  the  knife  from 
the  man's  hand. 

"Bring  her  along!"  he  ordered  gruffly. 
"I  will  attend  to  her  later."  And,  de- 
spite the  hurt  of  his  bruised  fingers,  the 
man  grinned  as  he  noted  the  venomous 
gleam  in  the  leader's  eye.  For  not  only 
was  Lapierre  thinking  of  the  proselyting" 
of  Lefroy,  who  had  been  his  most  trusted 
lieutenant,  but  of  his  own  disarming,  and 
the  meaning  stare  of  the  fishlike  eyes  that 
had  prompted  him  to  abandon  his  at- 
tempt to  poison  MacNair  when  he  lay 
wounded  in  Chloe  EUiston's  room. 

IT  was  yet  early  when,  as  had  become 
her  custom,  the  Louchoux  girl  dressed 
hurriedly  and  made  her  way  to  the 
kitchen  to  help  Lena  in  the  preparation 
of  breakfast.  To  her  surprise  she  found 
that  the  fire  had  not  been  lighted  nor  was 
Big  Lena  in  the  little  room  which  had 
been  built  for  her  adjoining  the  kitchen. 

The  quick  eyes  of  the  girl  noted  that 
the  bed  had  not  been  disturbed,  and  with 
a  sudden  fear  in  her  heart  she  dashed  to 
the  door  of  Chloe's  room,  where,  receiving 
no  answer  to  her  frantic  knocking,  she 
pushed  open  the  door  and  entered. 
Chloe's  bed  had  not  been  slept  in,  and 
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"Where  have  they  gone?"  cried  the 
girl. 

"Gone?  Gone?"  asked  Miss  Penny. 
"What  do  you  mean?     Who  has  gone?" 

"She's  gone — Miss   Elliston — and   Big 
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snow  had  fallen  since  MacNair  had  de- 
parted with  his  Indians  a  week  before, 
and  she  knew  his  trail  would  be  plain. 

From  her  window  Harriet  Penny 
watched  the  departure  of  the  girl,  and 
before  she  was  half-way  across  the 
clearing  the  little  woman  appeared  in  the 
doorway,  commanding,  begging,  pleading 
in  shrill  falsetto,  not  to  be  left  alone. 
Hearing  the  cries,  the  girl  quickened  her 
pace,  and  without  so  much  as  a  back- 
ward glance  passed  swiftly  down  the 
steep  slope  to  the  river. 

"DORN  to  the  snow-trail,  the  Louchoux 
-'-'  girl  made  good  time.  During  the 
month  she  had  spent  at  Chloe's  school 
she  had  for  the  first  time  in  her  life 
been  sufficiently  clothed  and  fed,  and 
now  with  the  young  muscles  of  her  body 
well  nourished  and  in  the  pink  of  con- 
dition she  fairly  flew  over  the  trail. 

Hour  after  hour  she  kept  up  the  pace 
without  halting.  She  passed  the  mouth 
of  the  small  tributary  upon  which  she 
had  first  seen  Chloe.  The  'ilace  conjured 
vivid  memories  of  the  white  woman  and 
all  she  had  done  for  her  and  meant  to 
her — memories  that  served  as  a  continu- 
al spur  to  her  flying  feet.  It  was  well 
toward  noon  when,  upon  rounding  a 
sharp  bend,  she  came  suddenly  face  to 
face  with  the  Indians  and  the  dog-teams 
that  MacNair  had  despatched  for  pro- 
visions. 

She  bounded  among  them  like  a  flash, 
singled  out  Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack,  and 
proceeded  to  deluge  the  old  man  with  an 
avalanche  of  words.  When  finally  she 
paused  for  sheer  lack  of  breath,  the  old 
Indian,  who  had  understood  but  the 
smallest  fragment  of  what  she  had  said, 
remained  obviouslv  unimpressed.  Where- 
upon the  girl  nroduced  the  letter,  which  , 
she  waved  before  his  face,  accompanying 
the  act  with  another  tirade  of  words,  of 
which  the  Indian  understood  less  than  he 
had  of  the  previous  outburst. 

Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack  took  his  orders 
only  from  MacNair.  MacNair  had  said, 
"Go  to  the  school  for  provisions,"  and 
to  the  school  he  must  go.  Nevertheless, 
the  sight  of  the  letter  impressed  him. 
For  in  the  northland  His  Majesty's  mail 
is  held  sacred  and  must  be  carried  to  its 
destination  though   the  heavens  fall. 

To  the  mind  of  Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack 
a  letter  was  "mail,"  and  the  fact  that  its 
status  might  be  altered  by  the  absence 
of  His  Majesty's  stamp  upon  its  corner 
was  an  affair  beyond  the  old  man's  com- 
prehension. 

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0  continue  their  journey,  and,  motioning 
he  girl  to  a  place  on  the  sled,  headed 
is  dogs  northward  and  sent  them  skim- 
aing  over  the  back-trail. 

Wee  Johnnie  Tamarack  was  counted 
ne  of  the  best  dog  mushers  in  the  north, 
,nd  as  the  girl  had  succeeded  in  im- 
planting in  the  old  man's  mind  an  urgent 
eed  of  haste,  he  exerted  his  talent  to 
he  utmost.  Mile  after  mile,  behind  the 
lying  feet  of  the  tireless  malamutes  the 
ledrunners  slipped  smoothly  over  the 
rust  of  the  ice-hard  snow. 

AND  at  midnight  of  the  second  day 
they  dashed  across  the  smooth  sur- 
ace  of  the  lake  and  brought  up  with  a 
ush  before  the  door  of  MacNair's  own 
abin,  which  luckily  had  been  spared  bv 
he  flames. 

It  was  a  record  drive  for  a  "two-man" 
oad — that  drive  of  Wee  Johnnie  Tama- 
ack's,  havinc:  clipped  twelve  hours  from 

1  thirty-six  hour  trail. 

MacNair's  door  flew  open  to  their 
rantic  pounding.  The  girl  thrust  the 
etter  into  his  hand,  and  with  a  supreme 
ffort  told  what  she  knew  of  the  disap- 
)earance  of  Chloe  and  Big  Lena.  Where- 
ipon,  she  threw  herself  at  full  length 
ipon  the  floor  and  immediately  sank  into 
,  profound  sleep. 

MacNair  fumbled  upon  the  shelf  for  a 
andle  and,  liorhting  it,  seated  himself 
)eside  the  table,  and  tore  the  envelone 
'rom  the  letter.  Never  in  his  life  had 
he  man  read  words  penned  by  the  hand 
)f  a  woman.  The  fin<rers  that  held  the 
etter  trembled,  and  he  wondered  at  the 
vild  beating  of  his  heart. 

The  story  of  the  Louchoux  cirl  had 
iroused  in  him  a  sudden  fear.  He  won- 
lered  vaguely  that  the  disappearance  of 
hloe  Elliston  could  have  caused  the  dull 
lurt  in  his  breast.  The  pages  in  his 
land  were  like  no  letter  he  had  ever 
eceived.  There  was  somethinqr  person- 
il — intimate — about  them.  His  hup-e 
ingers  grinned  them  lightlv,  and  he 
umed  them  over  and  over  in  his  hand, 
razing  almos*^  in  awe  upon  the  bold, 
ineular  writin".  Then,  very  slowly,  he 
jegan  to  read  the  words. 

Unconsciously,  he  read  them  aloud, 
ind  as  he  read  a  stran<re  lump  arose  in 
-lis  throat  so  that  his  voice  became  husky 
ind  the  words  faltered.  He  read  the 
etter  through  to  the  end.  He  leaped  to 
lis  feet  and  stro^'e  rapidly  ut)  and  down 
:he  room,  his  fists  clenched  and  his 
Dreath  comin"-  in  great   pas^s. 

Bob  MacNair  was  fiehting.  Fightino- 
igainst  an  irresistible  im"ulse — an  im- 
aulse  as  new  and  strange  to  him  _  as 
.hough  born  of  another  world — an  im- 
lulse  to  find  Chlop  Elliston.  to  take  her 
his  arms,  and  to  crush  her  close 
ip-ainst  his  wilHly  pounding  heart. 

Minutes  passed  as  the  man  strode  up 
and  down  the  lentth  of  the  little  room, 
and  then  once  more  he  seated  himself  at 
the   table   and   r^ad  the  letter  through. 
Dear  Mr.  MacNair: 

I  cannot  leave  the  north  without  this  little 
word  to  you.  I  have  learned  many  things 
since  I  last  saw  you — things  I  should  have 
learned  long  ago.  You  were  right  about  the 
Indians,  about  Lapierre,  about  me.  I  know 
now  that  I  have  been  a  fool.  Lapierre  al- 
ways removed  his  hat  in  my  presence,  there- 
fore he  was  a  gentleman!  Oh,  what  a  fool 
I   was! 

I  will  not  attempt  to  apologize.  I  have 
been  too  nasty,  and  hateful,  and  mean  for 
any  apology.  You  said  once  that  some  day 
we  should  be  friends.  I  am  reminding  you 
of  this  because  I  want  you  to  think  of  me 
as  a  friend.  Wherever  I  may  be,  I  will  think 
of  you — always.  Of  the  splendid  courage  of 
the  man  who,   surrounded  by  treachery   and 


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intrigue  and  the  vicious  attacks  of  the  pow- 
ers that  prey,  dares  to  stand  upon  his  con- 
victions and  to  fight  alone  for  the  good  of 
the  north — for  the  cause  of  those  who  will 
never  be  able  to  fight  for  themselves. 

It  will  not  be  necessary  to  tell  you  that 
I  shall  go  straight  to  the  headquarters  of 
the  Mounted  and  withdraw  my  charge  against 
you.  I  have  heard  of  your  lawless  raids 
into  the  far  north;  I  think  they  are  splendid! 
Keep  the  good  work  up!  Shoot  as  straight 
as  you  can — as  straight  as  you  shot  that 
night  on  Snare  Lake.  I  should  love  to 
stand  at  your  side  and  shoot,  too.  But  that 
can   never  be. 

Just  a  word  more.  Lena  is  going  to  marry, 
Lefroy;  and,  knowing  Lena  as  I  do,  I  think 
his  reformation  is  assured.  I  am  leaving 
everything  to  them.  The  contents  of  the 
storehouse  will  set  them  up  as  independent 
traders. 

And  now  farewell.  I  want  you  to  have 
my  most  valued  possession,  the  portrait  of 
my  grandfather,  Tiger  Elliston,  the  man  I 
have  always  admired  more  than  any  other 
until — 

Until  what?  wondered  MacNair.  The 
word  had  been  crossed  out,  and  he  fin- 
ished the  letter  still  wondering. 

When  you  look  at  the  picture  in  its  splint- 
ered frame,  think  sometimes  of  the  "fool 
moo.se  calf,"  who,  having  succeeded  by  the 
narrowest  margin  in  eluding  the  fangs  of 
"the  wolf,"  is  returning,  wiser,  to  its  moun- 
tains. 

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The   Pawns  Count 

CoiUmuea  from  page  18. 

him  back,  "but  you've  got  to  stay  down 
here.  If  the  man  I  am  going  to  see 
thought  I  was  frightened  of  him,  I 
wouldn't  have  a  chance.  If  I  am  not  down 
in  half  an  hour  you  can  try  number  18  C." 

The  chauffeur  resumed  his  place  on 
the  driving  seat  of  the  car.  Pamela, 
heartily  disliking  her  surroundings,  was 
escorted  by  a  shabby  porter  to  a  shabbier 
lift. 

"You'll  find  Mr.  Joseph  in,"  the  lift  boy 
assured  her  with  a  grin. 

Pamela  found  the  number  at  the  end  of 
an  unswept  stone  passage.  At  her  third 
summons  the  door  was  cautiously  opened 
by  a  large,  repulsive-looking  woman,  with 
a  mass  of  peroxidized  hair.  She  stared  at 
her  visitor  first  in  amazement,  then  in 
rapidly  gathering  resentment. 

"Mr.  Joseph  is  at  home,"  she  admitted 
truculently,  in  response  to  Pamela's  in- 
quiry. "What  might  you  be  wanting  with 
him?" 

"If  you  will  be  so  good  as  to  let  me  in, 
I  will  explain  to  Mr.  Joseph,"  Pamela  re- 
plied. 

The  woman  seemed  on  the  point  of 
slamming  the  door.  Suddenly  there  was 
a  voice  from  behind  her  shoulder.  Joseph 
appeared — not  smiling,  joyous  Joseph  of 
Henry's,  but  a  sullen-looking  negro,  dress- 
ed in  shirt  and  trousers  only,  with  a 
heavy  under-lip  and  frowning  forehead. 

"Let  the  lady  pass  and  get  into  the 
kitchen,  Nora,"  he  ordered.  "Come  this 
way,  mam." 

Pamela  followed  her  guide  into  a  parlor, 
redolent  of  stale  cigar  smoke,  with  oil- 
cloth on  the  floor  and  varnished  walls,  an 
abode  even  more  horrible  than  Hassan's 
lair.  Joseph  closed  the  door  carefully  be- 
hind him,  and  made  no  apology  for  his 
dishabille.     He  simply  faced  Pamela. 


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"Say,  what  is  it  you  want  with  me?" 
he  demanded  truculently. 

"A  trifle,"  she  answered.  "The  key  of 
the  chapel  in  the  little  plot  of  waste- 
ground  next  to  Henry's." 

She  meant  him  to  be  staggered,  and  he 
was.     He  reeled  back  for  a  moment. 

"What  the  hell  are  you  talking  about?" 
he  gasped. 

"Facts,"  Pamela  replied.  "Do  you  want 
to  save  yourself,  Joseph?  You  can  do  it 
if  you  choose." 

He  folded  his  arms  and  stood  in  front 
of  the  closed  door.  Without  a  collar,  his 
neck  bulged  unpleasantly  behind.  There 
was  nothing  whatever  left  of  the  sauve 
and  genial  chef  d'orchestre. 

"Save  myself  from  what,  eh?  Just  let 
me  get  wise  about  it." 

Pamela's  eyebrows  were  daintily  ele- 
vated. 

"Dear  me!"  she  murmured.  "I  thought 
you  were  more  intelligent.  Listen.  You 
know  where  we  met  last?  Let  me  remind 
you.  You  were  playing  in  the  Winter 
Garden  at  Berlin,  and  the  gentleman 
whom  I  was  with,  an  attache  at  the  Amer- 
ican Embassy,  spoke  to  you.  He  told  me 
a  good  deal  about  your  past  life,  Joseph, 
and  your  present  one.  You  are  in  the  pay 
of  the  Secret  Service  of  Germany.  Am  I 
to  go  to  Scotland  Yard  and  tell  them  so?" 

He  looked  at  her  wickedly. 

"You'd  have  to  get  out  of  here  first." 
•  "Don't  be  silly,"  she  advised  him  con- 
temptuously. "Remember  you're  talking 
to  an  American  woman  and  don't  waste 
your  breath.  You  can  be  in  the  Secret 
Service  of  any  country  you  like,  without 
interference  from  me.  On  the  other  hand, 
there's  just  one  thing  I  want  from  you." 

"What  is  it?    I  haven't  got  any  key." 

"I  want  to  discover  exactly  what  has  be- 
come of  Captain  Graham,"  she  declared. 

"What,  the  guy  that  missed  his  lunch 
to-day?"  he  growled. 

"I  see  you  know  all  about  it,"  she  con- 
tinued equably. 

"So  he's  your  spark,  is  he?"  Joseph  ob- 
served slowly,  his  eyes  blinking  as  he 
leaned  a  little  forward. 

"On  the  contrary,"  Pamela  replied,  "I 
have  never  met  him.  However,  that's  be- 
side the  point.  Do  I  have  the  key  of  that 
chapel?" 

"You  do  not." 

"Have  you  got  it?" 

"Right  here,"  Joseph  assented,  dang- 
ling it  before  her  eyes. 

"I  think  it's  a  fair  bargain  I'm  offering 
you,"  she  reminded  him.  "You  lose  the 
key  and  keep  your  place.  You  only  have 
to  keep  your  mouth  shut  and  nothing 
happens." 

"Nothing  doing,"  the  negro  declared 
shortly.  "Keys  as  important  as  this  ain't 
lost.  If  I  part  with  it,  I  get  the  chuck, 
and  I  probably  get  into  the  same  mess  as 
the  others.    If  I  keep  it " 

"If  you  keep  it,"  Pamela  interrupted, 
"you  will  probably  stand  with  your  back 
to  the  light  in  the  Tower  within  the  next 
few  days.  They've  left  off  being  lenient 
with  spies  over  here." 

He  looked  at  her,  and  there  were  things 
in  his  eyes  which  few  women  in  the  world 
could  have  seen  without  terror.  Pamela's 
lips  only  came  a  little  closer  together. 
She  pressed  the  inside  of  the  ring  upon 
her  third  finger,  and  a  ray  of  green  fire 
seemed  to  shoot  forward. 

"I  guess  I'm  up  against  it,"  he  growled, 
taking  a  step  forward.  "I'll  have  some- 
thing of  what's  coming  to  me,  if  I  swing 
for  it." 


His  arm  was  suddenly  around  her,  his 
face  hideously  close.  He  gave  a  little 
snarl  as  he  felt  the  pinprick  through  his 
shirt  sleeve.  Then  he  went  spinning 
round  and  round  with  his  hand  to  his 
head. 

"What  in  God's  name!"  he  spluttered. 
"What  in  hell ! 

He  reeled  against  the  horsehair  easy- 
chair  and  slipped  on  to  the  floor.  Pamela 
calmly  closed  her  ring,  stooped  over  him, 
withdrew  the  key  from  his  pocket,  crossed 
the  room  and  the  dingy  little  hall  with 
swift  footsteps,  and  without  waiting  for 
the  lift,  fled  down  the  stone  steps.  Be- 
fore she  reached  the  bottom,  she  heard 
the  shrill  ringing  of  the  lift  bell,  the 
angry  shouting  of  the  woman.  Pamela, 
however,  strolled  quietly  out  and  took  her 
place  in  the  car. 

"Back  to  the  hotel,  George,"  she  di- 
rected the  chauffeur.  "Don't  stop  if  they 
call  to  you  from  the  flats." 

The  young  man  sprang  up  to  his  seat 
and  the  car  glided  off.  Pamela  leaned 
forward  and  looked  at  herself  in  the  mir- 
ror. There  was  a  shade  more  color  in  her 
face,  perhaps,  than  usual,  but  her  low 
waves  of  chestnut  hair  were  unruffled. 
She  used  her  powder  puff  with  attentive' 
skill  and  leaned  back. 

"That's  the  disagreeable  part  of  it  over, 
any  way,"  she  sighed  to  herself  content- 
edly. 

CHAPTER  IV. 

'T'HE  last  of  the  supper-guests  had  left 
-*■  Henry's  Restaurant,  the  commission- 
aire's whistle  was  silent.  The  light  laugh- 
ter and  frivolous  adieux  of  the  departing 
guests  seemed  to  have  melted  away  into 
a  world  somewhere  beyond  the  pale  of 
the  unseasonable  fog.  The  little  strip  of 
waste  ground  adjoining  was  wrapped  in 
gloom  and  silence.  The  exterior  of  the 
bare  and  deserted  chapel,  long  since  un- 
consecrate,  was  dull  and  lifeless.  Inside, 
however,  began  the  march  of  strange 
things.  First  of  all,  the  pinprick  of  light 
of  a  tiny  electric  torch  seemed  as  though 
it  had  risen  from  the  floor,  and  Hassan, 
pushing  back  a  trap-door,  stepped  into 
the  bare,  dusty  conventicle.  He  listened 
for  a  moment,  then  made  a  tour  of  the 
windows,  touched  a  spring  in  the  wall, 
and  drew  down  long,  thick  blinds.  After- 
wards he  passed  between  the  row  of  dilap- 
idated benches  and  paused  at  the  entrance 
door.  He  stooped  down,  examined  the 
keyless  lock,  shook  it  gently,  gazed  up- 
wards and  downwards  as  though  in  vain 
search  of  bolts  that  were  never  there.  His 
white  teeth  gleamed  for  a  moment  in  the 
darkness.  He  turned  away  with  a  little 
sniver. 

"Not  my  fault,"  he  muttered  to  him- 
self.   "Not  my  fault." 

He  listened  for  a  moment  intently,  as 
though  for  footsteps  outside.  The  dis- 
turbance, however,  came  from  the  other 
end  of  the  building.  There  was  a  sharp 
knocking  at  the  trap-door  by  which  he 
had  ascended.  He  touched  an  electric 
knob.  The  place  was  dimly  yet  suffici- 
ently illuminated.  He  hastened  towards 
the  further  end  of  the  place  and  pulled 
up  the  trap-door.  A  melancholy-looking, 
little  procession  slowly  emerged.  First 
of  all  came  Joseph,  stepping  backwards, 
supporting  the  head  and  shoulders  of 
Graham,  still  bound  and  gagged.  After 
him  came  a  dark,  swarthy-faced  wine- 
waiter,  who  supported  Graham's  feet. 
Behind  followed  Fischer,  carrying  his 
silk  hat  and  cane  in  his  hand.    He  paused 


for  a  moment  as  he  stepped  on  the  floor 
of  the  chapel,  and  brushed  the  dust  from 
his  trousers. 

"You  can  take  out  the  gag  now,"  he 
ordered  the  two  men.  "There  isn't  much 
shout  in  him." 

They  laid  him  upon  a  couch,  and  Joseph 
obeyed  the  order.  Graham's  head  swung 
helplessly  on  one  side.  His  eyes  opened, 
however,  and  he  struggled  for  conscious- 
ness. His  lips  twitched  for  a  moment. 
In  these  long  hours  he  had  almost  for- 
gotten the  habit  of  speech.  The  words, 
when  they  came,  sounded  strange  to  him. 

"What — where  am  I?  What  do  you 
want  with  me?" 

Fischer  laid  his  hat  and  stick  upon  a 
table,  on  which  also  stood  a  telephone  in- 
strument. 

"The  formula,  my  young  friend,"  he 
replied,  "for  that  wonderful  explosive  of 
which  you  spoke  in  the  lobby." 

A  sudden  accession  of  nervous  strength 
brought  something  almost  like  passion 
into  the  young  man's  reply,  although  to 
himself  there  still  seemed  some  unreality 
in  the  words  which  might  have  come  from 
the  walls  or  the  roof — surely  not  from 
his  lips. 

"I'll  see  you  damned  first!" 

Fischer  smiled.  The  man  was  good- 
looking,  in  his  way,  but  this  was  a  pale 
and  ugly  smile. 

"My  request  was  merely  a  matter  of 
courtesy,"  he  remarked.  "The  difficulty 
of  searching  you  is  not  formidable.  It 
would  have  been  undertaken  long  ago  but 
for  the  fact  that  the  restaurant  has  been 
crowded  and  gags  sometimes  slip.  Be- 
sides, there  was  no  hurry.     Observe!" 

He  leaned  over  Graham,  who  for  the 
first  time  struggled  furiously  but  ineffec- 
tually with  his  bonds.  His  fingers  all  the 
time  were  straining  towards  the  inside 
pocket  of  his  coat.  Fischer  nodded  under- 
standingly. 

"Allow  me  to  anticipate  you,"  he  said. 

WITH  a  quick  thrust  he  drew  a  little 
handful  of  papers  from  the  pocket 
of  his  captive.  One  by  one  he  glanced 
them  through  and  flung  them  on  to  the 
floor.  As  he  came  towards  the  end  of  his 
search,  however,  his  expression  of  confi- 
dent complacency  vanished.  His  lips 
shrivelled  up  a  little,  his  eyes  narrowed. 
The  last  folded  sheet  of  paper — a  little 
perfumed  note  from  Peggy,  thanking 
Sandy  for  the  beautiful  roses — he  crump- 
led fiercely  into  a  little  ball.  He  opened 
his  lips  to  speak,  then  he  paused.  A  new 
light  broke  in  upon  him.  The  fury  had 
passed  from  Sandy  Graham's  face.  In  ita 
stead  there  was  an  expression  of  blank 
astonishment. 

"Where  is  the  formula?"  Fischer  asked 
fiercely. 

There  was  no  reply.  Sandy  Graham 
was  still  staring  at  the  little  pile  of  papers 
upon  the  floor.  Fischer  made  a  brief  ex- 
amination of  the  other  pockets.  Then  he 
stepped  back.  His  voice  shook,  his  face 
was  dark  and  malevolent. 

"Joseph,  Hassan,  Jules — listen  to  me!" 
he  ordered.  "Did  anyone  else  enter  the 
musicians'  room  whilst  he  was  lying  in 
the  alcove?" 

"Impossible!"  Jules  declared. 

"The  door  was  locked,"  Hassan  mur- 
mured. 

"Stop!"  Joseph  exclaimed. 

Fischer  wheeled  round  upon  him. 

"Well?"  he  exclaimed.  "Get  on,  then. 
Who?" 

To  be  Continued. 


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87 


EVERY  Studekaber   automobile   sold  in  Canada  is  built  in  the  Studebaker 
Canadian  factory  at  Walkerville,  Ontario. 

It  is  the  product  of  a  business  built  up  from  a   roadside    blacksmith  shop, 
back  in  1852,  to  the  largest  industry  of  its  kind  in  the  world. 

The  quality  and  dependability  of  Studebaker  vehicles  has  not  only  been  maintain- 
ed throughout  all  these   years— but  Studebaker  leading  the  way  in  the   vehicle 
industry,  has  steadily  improved  its  products. 
The  Series   18   Studebaker  car  is  the  facture,  inspection  and  routine  of  pro- 


best  work  of  this  great  institution — it 
bears  the  same  name  and  carries  the 
same  splendid  reputation. 
It  is  the  result  of  over  65  years'  experi- 
ence in  solving-  the  world's  transport- 
ation problems.  It  is,  in  fact,  an  evo- 
lution based  on  the  concentrated  study 
of  over  300,000  Studebaker  cars  in  the 
hands  of  owners. 

It  embodies  all  the  improvements  and 
refinements  suggested  bv  this  close 
study  of  so  many  thousands  of  cars  in 
actual  service  on  the  roads  of  nearly 
every  civilized  country. 
The  production  of  the  Canadian  factory 
is  confined  to  Studebaker  cars  sold  in 
Canada  and  overseas  countries. 
In  this  factory  every  detail  of  manu- 


duction  are  given  the  exhaustive 
attention  characteristic  of  Canadian 
manufacturers. 

Back  of  this  Studebaker  Canadian 
factory,  one  of  the  Dominion's  largest 
industrial  plants,  is  the  vast  Stude- 
baker organization  with  combined 
assets  of  over  $60,000,000,  and  great 
factories  in  Detroit,  Mich,  and  South 
Bend,  Ind. 

When  you  see  the  Series  18  Studebaker 
car — after  you  ride  in  it  and  know 
what  it  can  do  on  the  road — you'll 
appreciate  what  an  organization  so 
great  and  extensive  as  Studebaker's, 
with  such  a  wealth  of  experience, 
means  in  the  building  of  a  quality 
motor  car. 


Built  in  Studebaker  Factories,  Walkerville,  Ont." 


WALKERVILLE 

SOUTH  BEND,  IND. 


ONTARIO 

DETROIT,  MICH. 


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Happy  Feet! 


Corns  are  the  most  unnecessary 
evils  of  civilization — and  the  most 
exasperating.  They  give  a  man  a 
perpetual  "grouch"  and  an  ever- 
present  desire  to  cuss  the  weather 
and  kick  the  dog.  They  rob  him 
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unnatural  shapes,  poor  ventila- 
tion, uneven  temperature,  is  ab- 
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as  the  normal  foot  should  be,  ease 
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Industrial  Britain 


The    Wonders   of    Munition    Making   in 
Great  Britain. 


T  UDSON  C.  WELLIVER  gives  in  Munsey's 
»J  Magazine  a  graphic  picture  of  the  indus- 
trial section  of  Britain  where  the  greatest 
wonders  of  the  "new  workshop  of  war"  are 
being  produced.  The  article  inevitably  drifts, 
however  into  a  disquisition  on  the  position  of 
the  woman  worker — now  and  after  the  war. 
His  conclusion  is  that  woman  has  come  into 
factory  work  to  stay. 

Not  long  ago  I  spent  a  week  with  the  Brit- 
ish army  in  France.  I  saw  as  much  of  war 
as  our  cautious  hosts  ever  permit  to  the 
civilian — which,  at  least  as  to  some  of  its 
aspects,  is  quite  enough — and  returned  with 
a  general  notion  that  I  now  understand 
something  about  the  way  in  which  modern 
war  is  made  and  won. 

But  I  was  mistaken.  Now  I  am  able  to 
report  that  I  really  do  know  something  about 
it;  for  I  have  just  returned  from  a  week  in 
the  great  industrial  region  of  Scotland  and 
northern  England;  and  that's  really  the  place 
where  the  war  is  being  made  and  won. 

Seeing  is  believing — that  is,  at  first  it  is; 
later,  it  is  losing  the  capacity  to  believe  the 
things  one  sees.  Surely  there  isn't  enough 
of  iron  and  steel  and  forges  and  lathes  and 
trousered,  deft-fingered,  munitionettes  in  the 
world,  to  turn  out  the  train-loads  of  explos- 
ives, the  mountains  of  shrapnel,  the  hundreds 
of  ships  big  and  little,  the  aeroplanes  num- 
bered well  into  the  thousands,  the  warehouses 
jammed  with  khaki  uniforms  and  trench  boots 
— the  numberless  kinds  and  inconceivable 
quantities  of  the  goods  and  gear  of  war  that 
we  saw. 

"Right  out  here,  please — only  just  a  min- 
ute for  this  panorama.  It  will  be  interest- 
ing," said  the  courier,  as  our  motor-cars 
whirled  up  to  an  observation  platform  high 
up  on  a  hillside  which  commanded  a  wonder- 
ful view  of  one  of  the  widest  valleys  in  Eng- 
land. 

We  scrambled  out  of  our  cars  and  mounted 
the  platform.  Two  years  ago  we  should  have 
surveyed  from  that  vantage-point  a  wide 
stretch  of  typical  English  country  landscape 
— a  perfect  pastoral  scene,  with  sweeping 
areas  of  grazing-lands  dotted  here  and  there 
by  farmhouses  and  crossroad  hamlets. 

But  what  we  saw,  when  we  got  our  field- 
glasses  adjusted  in  the  vain  effort  to  project 
eyesight  to  its  utmost  bounds,  was  a  cordite- 
factory  nine  miles  long.  That  was  all  there 
in  sight — just  cordite-factory.  One  couldn't 
see  the  beginning  or  the  end  of  it  in  either 
direction. 

I  don't  remember  how  many  thousand  build- 
ings and  warehouses  and  power-plants  and 
barracks  and  made-to-order  villages  had  been 
put  there.  I  remember  they  told  me  that 
within  the  factory  area  one  hundred  miles  of 
railroad  track  had  been  laid,  to  bring  mater- 
ials and  haul  away  the  products  of  the  fac- 
tories. In  addition,  it  had  been  necessary  to 
construct  a  labyrinth  of  macadam  roads.  One 
detail  that  stuck  in  my  mind  was  that  the 
water-works  system  which  supplies  the  fac- 
tory and  its  community  of  workers  pumps  fif- 
teen million  gallons  of  water  a  day.  I  once 
lived  in  a  town  of  thirty-five  thousand  peo- 
ple where  the  town  council  was  turned  out  of 
office  for  wasteful  management  of  the  muni- 
cipal water-works,  because  the  community's 
daily  consumption  of  water  had  reached  the 
extravagant  total  of  three  and  one-half  mil- 
lion gallons. 

The  day  this  cordite-factory  was  opened  at 
full  capacity,  it  doubled  Great  Britain's  capac- 
ity to  produce  this  particular  explosive.  Some- 
body who  sounded  like  an  authority  told  us 
that  that  establishment  could  make  more 
cordite  than  all  the  plants  in  the  world  before 
the  war. 

"Of  course  it's  the  biggest  thing  of  its 
kind  in  the  world?"  suggested  one  of  the 
visitors. 

"No,"  was  the  reply.  "The  American  Du 
Fonts  have  two  or  three  plants  with  still 
larger  capacity." 


Cordite,  as  the  superintendent  of  the  estab- 
lishment explained  to  us,  is  not  a  high  ex- 
plosive, and  is  not  put  into  shells.  It  is 
used  to  drive  the  shell  out  of  the  gun.  The 
stuff  in  the  shells  is  commonly  lyddite,  or 
picric,  or  "T.N.T."— trinitrotoluol,  if  you're 
interested  in  a  little  exercise  in  orthographies. 

They  told  us  that  about  twenty-eight  thou- 
sand workers  are  now  employed  in  all  capac- 
ities with  this  one  explosive  factory.  The 
great  majority  of  them  are  women  and  girls, 
in  the  proportion,  as  I  recollect,  of  about  fif- 
teen women  to  one  man.  It  was  explained 
that  a  sprinkling  of  men  were  kept  in  all  de- 
partments where  there  was  possibility  of  sud- 
den danger  and  ensuing  panic,  to  provide 
leadership  and  management  in  case  of  disas- 
ter. After  seeing  the  men  and  the  women 
at  work,  I  would  be  willing  to  wager  a  ship- 
load of  cotton  against  an  exploded  glycerin 
hill  that  if  a  big  alarm  ever  comes,  the  wo- 
men will  behave  themselves  just  as  well  as 
the  men  will. 

These  women  workers  on  munitions,  whe- 
ther you  find  them  in  the  shipyards  on  the 
Clyde,  in  the  machine  shops  and  shell  factor- 
ies and  gun  works  that  are  scattered  all  over 
the  country,  or  in  the  explosive-producing  es- 
tablishments, are  the  most  wonderful  people 
I  have  seen  in  this  war. 

It  is  hopelessly  trite  to  say  that  they  and 
their  work  are  making  it  possible  to  carry 
on  the  war.  Everybody  understands  that 
much;  but  only  the  men  who  have  organized 
the  war  industries,  who  have  seen  how  quick- 
ly women  learn,  how  deftly  they  do  their  work, 
how  willingly  they  subject  themselves  to  the 
discipline  that  is  absolutely  necesary,  how 
anxious  and  earnest  they  are  to  produce  a 
maximum  output  instead  of  the  paltry  mini- 
mum that  has  become  the  ideal  of  British  or- 
ganized labor — only  one  who  understands 
these  factors  can  possibly  have  a  conception  of 
what  the  present  industrial  revolution  means. 
Woman  has  become  not  merely  the  competitor 
of  man  in  practically  every  kind  of  industry, 
but  she  has  become  his  superior  in  many  fields 
which,  three  years  ago,  nobody  would  have 
dreamed  that  she  would  ever  enter. 

One  reads  in  the  government  reports  on 
women's  work  that  they  are  temporarily  re- 
placing men  in  industry.  Always  that  word 
"temporarily"  is  diplomatically  lugged  in  as  a 
sop  to  the  laborites;  but  it's  no  use.  The  wo- 
men have  arrived,  have  made  good,  have  in- 
creased the  industrial  capacity  of  their  coun- 
try by  goodness  only  knows  how  much.  They 
have  brought  new  factors  into  the  problems 
of  employment,  of  wages,  of  organization,  of 
immigration,  of  marriage  and  family  life,  of 
domestic  service;  and  whether  the  men  like  it 
or  not,  the  women  enjoy  their  new  independ- 
ence. 

Just  as  well  imagine  that  a  bucket  of  water 
and  a  handful  of  salt  are  going  to  prevent 
the  inevitable  when  glycerin  hill  No.  13  gets 
ready  to  erupt,  as  to  assume  that  these  women 
of  Britain  with  votes  in  their  hands,  are  going 
back  to  their  old  station  after  the  war.  The 
rest  of  the  industrial  world  may  as  well  begin 
preparing  itself  to  compete  with  the  new  Eng- 
land, which  is  tardily  acquiring  the  methods 
of  grand-scale  production  and  learning  how  to 
utilize  the  work  of  women. 

Here  is  a  sketch  from  a  great  foundry  at 
another  "certain  place,"  where  they  were 
manufacturing  fifteen-inch  shells  for  the  main 
batteries  of  the  dreadnoughts: 

The  pointed  nose  of  a  shell  was  being  tem- 
pered. The  five-hundred-pound  mass  of  steel 
was  picked  up  by  a  swinging  crane  operated 
by  a  girl  who  looked  as  if  she  might  be  twenty 
years  old.  It  was  swung  around  and  deposit- 
ed on  a  metal  truck.  Two  women  wheeled  the 
truck  over  to  a  blast-furnace,  and  poked  the 
small  end  of  the  shell  through  an  opening 
into  the  blast.  When  it  was  white-hot,  it  was 
swung  out  again  and  juggled  around  to  a 
great  hydraulic  press,  in  which  it  was  to  re- 
ceive its  last  shaping  under  immense  pressure. 

Those  women  in  overalls  and  leather  aprons, 
working  quickly,  confidently,  accurately,  like 
soldiers  doing  the  manual  of  arms  on  dress 
parade,  performed  the  entire  process.  To  see 
them  do  it  was  to  know  beyond  peradventure 
that,  given  the  right  tools  and  appliances,  wo- 
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just  as  well.  For,  come  to  think  of  it,  when  it 
comes  to  juggline  hunks  of  red-hot  iron  that 
weigh  half  a  ton,  or  half  a  dozen  tons,  the 
difference  between  a  man's  physical  strength 
and  a  woman's  becomes  mighty  unimportant. 
I  may  also  mention  the  fact  that  in  the 
Clyde  area  we  inspected  the  most  perfectly 
equipped  and  most  efficient  shell-factory  in 
Great  Britain.  It  is  an  American  factory, 
made  over  into  a  shell-works  under  the  direc- 
tion of  American  engineers,  and  now,  I  be- 
lieve, in  charge  of  an  American  superintend- 
ent. Nearly  all  the  work  in  this  establish- 
ment, which  produces  shells  of  calibres  from 
six  to  fifteen  inches,  is  done  by  women. 


Photographs  by  Cable 

A  Neiv  Invention  Makes  Possible  the 
Transmission  of  Pictures. 


THE  war  has  not  entirely  stopped  all  scien- 
tific research  work.  It  is  now  announced 
that  the  sending  of  pictures  by  cable  has  been 
perfected  to  a  certain  degree  and  that  photo- 
graphs of  people  are  now  being  more  or  less 
satisfactorily  transmitted.  The  new  process 
is  described  in  Scientific  American  as  follows: 

A  translucent  film  of  the  picture  to  be  trans- 
mitted is  wound  upon  the  outside  of  a  glass 
cylinder  which,  by  an  electric  motor,  is  set 
rotating  about  its  axis,  while  slowly  advanc- 
ing in  the  direction  of  this  axis  -  a  motion  pre- 
cisely that  of  the  cylindrical  phonograph  re- 
cord. Each  point  on  the  circumference  thus 
describes  a  helicoidal  line,  so  that  the  beams 
from  a  Nernst  lamp  (a  type  distinguished  by 
its  extraordinary  constant  candle-power) 
-  which  are  thrown  by  a  lens  system  upon  a 
point  of  the  cylinder,  successively  light  up 
every  point-element  of  the  picture  —  again 
following  the  analogy  of  the  phonograph, 
where  the  needle  passes  successively  over  all 
points  of  the  record. 

In  the  interior  of  the  cylinder  is  placed  a 
selenium  cell.  This  is  struck  by  the  beams 
from  the  lamp,  after  their  passage  through  the 
film.  The  darker  the  picture  at  any  given 
point,  the  less  light  penetrates  at  that  point 
to  fall  upon  the  selenium  cell — and  vice  versa. 
At  the  bright  places  the  beams  pass  through 
with  practically  no  diminution  of  intensity, 
while  the  dark  portions  arrest  them  more  or 
less  completely,  and  intermediate  shades  pro- 
duce an  absorption  inversely  proportional  to 
their  intensity.  Under  the  influence  of  this 
varying  illumination  the  selenium  cell  varies 
in  electric  conductivity  and  the  current  inten- 
sity in  the  circuit  fluctuates  accordingly. 

In  the  case  of  ordinary  photo-telegraphy, 
these  current  fluctuations  are  reconverted  at 
the  receiving  station  into  fluctuations  of  light, 
the  process  above  described  being,  as  it  were, 
repeated  in  reverse  order.  These  fluctuations 
of  light,  eventually  fixed  photographically,  re- 
produce the  original  picture. 

Inasmuch  as  this  cannot  be  done  in  the  case 
of  a  cable  line,  because  of  its  very  low  powers 
of  effective  current  transmission,  the  current 
fluctuations  corresponding  to  the  variations  in 
shading  of  the  picture,  instead  of  being  put 
directly  upon  the  outgoing  wire,  are  recon- 
verted into  what  Professor  Korn  calls  an  in- 
termediary cliche  in  the  form  of  a  letter  cable- 
gram. From  this,  transmitted  in  the  ordinary 
course  to  the  other  end,  the  original  picture 
can  be  reconstructed  at  any  moment.  More- 
over, a  further  demand  upon  the  inventor's  in- 
genuity arises  from  the  fact  that  the  currents 
flowing  through  the  circuit  containing  the 
selenium  cell,  necessarily  feeble  in  order  not 
to  exceed  the  capacity  of  that  cell,  are  unable 
to  perform  any  mechanical  work  worth  speak- 
ing of.  They  are,  therefore,  made  to  switch  in 
stronger  currents  through  the  agency  of  a 
cleverly  designed  relay. 

The  feeble  currents  pass  through  an  ex- 
tremely sensitive  moving-coil  galvanometer, 
the  needle  of  which  undergoes  deflection  in  ac- 
cordance with  their  actual  intensities.  The 
deflected  needle,  which  is  of  non-conducting 
material  but  carries  at  its  ends  small  metal 


PUFFED 
WHEAT 


^leam  Explode^ 
Slimes  Normal  5'" 


The  One  Lone  Package 

On  the  Pantry  Shelf  Shows  a 
Wrong  Idea  of  Puffed  Wheat 

Some  people  treat  PuiTed  Grains  as  tidbits,  to  be 
served  on  rare  occasions.  These  bubble  grains,  flavory 
and  flaky,  seem  like  food  confections.  As  some  folks 
say,  "They  seem  too  good  to  eat." 

That  is  a  wrong  conception.  Puffed  Wheat  and 
Rice,  above  all  else,  are  scientific  foods. 

They  are  whole  grains,  rich  in  minerals  and  vita- 
mines.    They  supply  what  flour  foods  lack. 

And  they  are  fitted,  like  no  other  grain  foods,  for  easy,  com- 
plete digestion.  Every  food  cell  is  exploded,  so  digestion  can 
instantly  act.    And  the  whole  grain  feeds. 

Their  easy  digestion  makes  them  perfect  between-meal  foods, 
or  good-night  foods,  or  luncheon  foods.  Everybody  revels  in 
them.  Keep  plenty  on  hand,  and  all  three  kinds,  so  children 
can  have  all  they  want  of  them.  At  odd  hours  or  at  mealtime, 
they  are  the  best  foods  one  can  eat. 


Puffed      Puffed 
Wheat         Rice 

Both  1 5c  Except  in  Far  West 


Serve  in  the  morning  with 
sugar  and  cream,  or  mixed  with 
any  fruit.  For  luncheon  or 
supper,  float  in  bowls  of  milk. 
Use  as  wafers  in  soup,  as  nut- 


like garnish  for  ice  cream. 
Douse  with  melted  butter,  like 
peanuts  or  popcorn,  for  an  after- 
school  delight.  They  are  as  wel- 
come as  confections,  and  far 
better  for  the  child. 


Mix   With  Fruit 


t,s<-   Like  Nut  Meats 


The  Quaker  O^^^  &mpea\y 


Peterborough,  Canada 


SOLE  MAKERS 


1698 
Saikatoon,  Canada 


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We  are  centralizing  our  efforts  upon 
attainment  of  perfection  in  quality,  fit  ; 
comfort.  In  the  production  of  Imperial 
Woolnap  Underwear  for  men  and  women, 
we  have  the  pleasure  of  knowing  that  our 
eflforts   are  crowned   with  success. 

Underwear  Comfort 

90  per  cent,  of  underwear  comfort  is  in 
the  feel  and  fit  of  the  garments.  The  soft, 
agreeable  feel  of  Imperial  Woolnap  comes 
from  the  superior  quality  of  the  wool  used 
and  the  careful  process  through  which  it 
passes  in  preparation.  The  delightful  fit- 
ting qualities  are  the  result  of  industrious 
study  of  the  requiremen ts  of  the  human 
figure  and  painstaking  care  in  the  making 
of    the    garments. 

Features  in  the  Imperial  Woolnap  Under- 
wear are  the  lap-seam  shoulders,  comfort- 
fitting  collarette,  snug-fitting  flap,  closed 
crotch,  and  improred-knit  cuffs  and  anklets. 

Combinations  and  two-piece  suits  the  per- 
fection of  quality,  fit  and  comfort  Sold  by 
leading    stores    throughout    Canada. 

Imperial  Knitting  Company 

Tamworth,  Ontario. 


MGER 


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Children 


Because  it  is  healthy, 
soft,  comfortable,  dur- 
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and  perspiration 
quickly,  thus  present- 
ing colds.  It  is  the 
only  natural  covering 
for  the  little  one's 
body.  For  the  chil- 
dren there  is  under- 
wear, stockings,  caps, 
coats,  sweaters,  night 
dresses,  night  shirts, ' 
pyjamas,  slippers, 
dressing  gowns,  etc. 
For  sale  at  Jaeger 
Stores  and  Agencies 
throughout  the  Do- 
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A  fully   illustrated   catalogue"^  free   on 
application. 

DR.  JAEGER  *""S7.,1"'""C0.  limited 

Toronto  Montreal  Winnipes 

British  "founded  1883". 


Oh,  You  Skinny! 

Why  stay  thin  as  a  rail?  You  nONT  have  to' 
And  you  DON'T  have  to  KothrouKh  life  with  a 
*^i]?'.  J*  V"^*^  *"^  **''•*•■  GlVKS  you;  with  arms  of 
i^hildish  BtrenKth;  with  legs  you  can  hardly 
stand  on.    And  what  about  that  stomach  that 


»  K?  Y^t  expect  Health  and  Strength  in 
tabtoidtorm--throueh  pills  potions  and 
other  exploited  piffle? 

rou  can't  do  H;  it  can't  be  done. 

The  only  way  to  be  well  is  to  build  up  your 
bntiy— -all  of  it---throutrh  nature's  methods-— 
not  by  pamperintr  the  stomach .  It  ia  not  fate 
that  IS  makinK  you  a  failure;  it's  that  poor 
emaciated  body  of  yours;  your  half-sirkness 
showB  plain  in  your  face,  and  the  world  loves 
healthy  peopip.  So  be  itealthy---strong— - 
-VITAL.  That's  LIVING.  Don't  think  too  loni?- 
anno  Be  in  stamps  ti>  cover  mailinfr  r.f  my  book 
"Intelligence  In  Physical  and  Health  Cul- 
ture."   written  by  the    stronrkst  physical 

nriLTUBE  INSTRUCTOR  IN  T»K  WORLD. 

LIONEL  STRONGFORT 

*  '   ■  PHYSICAL  CULTURE  EXPERT 
256  Park  Bulldinc  Newark,  N.J. 


pins,  passes  on  both  sides  below  metallic  sec- 
tors communicating  with  a  source  of  Tesla 
currents,  and  above  a  series  of  contacts  each 
connected  with  one  of  a  series  of  circuits.  As 
the  needle  is  deflected  into  a  position  bring- 
ing its  ends  above  a  given  one  of  these  con- 
tacts, Tesla  sparks  will  pass,  thus  allowing  an 
alternating  current  to  flow  between  the  ends 
of  a  spark  gap  in  the  corresponding  circuit. 
This  circuit,  since  an  electric  arc  to  all  in- 
tents and  purposes  acts  like  an  electric  con- 
ductor, is  then  closed,  and  a  direct  current 
of  the  appropriate  intensity  can  pass  through. 
The  several  circuits  are  connected  with  a  high 
speed  telegraph,  in  the  perforated  tape  of 
which,  through  the  agency  of  a  polarized  re- 
lay, the  current  thus  flowing  produces  a  given 
combination  of  holes.  The  valuable  feature  in 
connection  with  this  arrangement,  and  one 
which  would  seem  to  admit  of  a  multitude  of 
other  applications,  is  the  absence  of  any  fric- 


A  photograph  received  over  the  cable 
in  two  sections. 


tion  v/orth  speaking  of,  current  closure  being 
produced  by  arcs  and  Tesla  sparks  rather  than 
by  actual  contacts. 

From  the  above  it  will  be  understood  that 
each  combination  of  holes  in  the  tape  of  the 
high  speed  telegraph  corresponds  to  a  given 
deflection  of  the  galvanometer  needle  and, 
through  this,  to  a  certain  current  intensity  in 
the  selenium  circuit  and  to  a  certain  shading 
in  a  given  point  of  the  picture,  which  can 
thus  be  said  to  have  been  converted,  point  by 
point,  into  a  series  of  perforations  of  the  tape. 
This,  however,  in  the  high  speed  telegraph,  can 
be  in  its  turn  translated  into  a  series  of  let- 
ters, each  corresponding  to  one  element  of  the 
original  picture. 

An  ordinary  portrait  is  decomposed  into 
10.000  to  20.000  elements,  other  pictures  into 
more,  in  accordance  with  the  actual  wealth  of 
detail.  Professor  Korn  uses  fourteen  Tesla 
circuits,  and  as  each  of  these  corresponds  to  a 
given  light  shading,  on  the  one  hand,  and  on 
the  other  to  a  given  combination  and  a  given 
letter,  his  scale  recognizes  the  existence  of 
fourteen  diff'erent  shadings  in  the  make-up  of 
a  picture. 

There  are  different  possibilities  for  re- 
constructing the  original  picture  out  of  the 
letter  cablegram  transmitted  in  the  usual  way. 
One  course  which  has  been  tried  and  which, 
if  perfected,  bids  fair  to  yield  excellent  re- 
sults, consists  in  reproducing  the  picture  by 
aid  of  the  inventor's  photo-telegraphic  re- 
ceiver, the  cablegram  being  automatically  re- 
converted into  a  series  of  perforations  by 
well-known  means.  In  a  more  or  less  general 
way,  this  involves  the  duplication,  in  reverse 


order,  of  the  series  of  operations  employed  in 
passing  from  the  original  picture  to  the  per- 
forated tape. 


The  Passing  of  the 
Tenderloin 

The  Present  Administration  of  New  York 
is  Banishing  Vice. 


"V  JEW  YORK  is  not  to-day  the  picturesque 
-^  ^  and  wicked  city  of  gun  men,  gambling 
dives  and  all-night  saloons  that  it  was 
once  supposed  to  be.  The  "lid"  is  on. 
New  York  has  been  rendered  more  spotless 
than  was  ever  deemed  possible  with  so 
big  a  city.  Frank  Marshall  White  tells  of 
"the  passing  of  New  York's  tenderloin" 
in  Munsey's  Magazine,  writing  in  part  as 
follows:  — 

For  the  first  time  in  its  history,  per- 
haps. New  York  has  an  incorruptible  as 
well  as  competent  executive  at  the  head  of 
its  police  department,  simultaneously  with 
a  mayor  who  stands  squarely  behind  him 
and  will  not  allow  him  to  be  hampered 
by  the  politicians.  If  the  latter  condition 
had  existed  when  General  Theodore  A. 
Bingham  was  police  commissioner,  the  back 
of  the  "system"  would  have  been  broken 
in  1909.  It  is  broken  now.  It  is  safe  to 
say  that  there  is  to-day  no  paid  collusion 
between  members  of  the  police  force  and 
violators  of  the  law  in  any  of  the  five 
metropolitan  boroughs,  save  in  those  negli- 
gible instances  where  an  individual  police- 
man may  take  the  risk  of  accepting  money 
for   some   casual   illicit   service. 

When  Arthur  Woods  was  appointed  com- 
missioner, soon  after  John  Purroy  Mitchel 
became  mayor,  in  1914,  the  police  depart- 
ment was  being  lifted  from  a  state  ap- 
proaching demoralization  by  Commissioner 
Douglas  I.  McKay,  a  capable  hold-over  from 
the  previous  administration,  that  of  William 
J.  Gaynor.  The  revelations  of  corruption 
brought  about  by  the  murder  of  the  gam- 
bler Rosenthal  in  1912  and  the  trials  of 
Police  Lieutenant  Charles  Becker,  and  of 
other  police  officials,  in  the  following  year, 
together  with  the  disclosures  made  before 
the>aldermanic  committee  that  investigated 
the  department  in  1912,  had  put  the  com- 
paratively few  dishonest  men  on  the  force 
into  a  condition  of  unrest  and  fear,  and  had 
unbearably  humiliated  the  ereat  mass  of 
honest  men.  In  the  public  mind  the  word 
"policeman"  had  almost  become  synonymous 
with   crook. 

Beginning  with  the  administration  of 
Mayor  Scth  Low,  in  1902,  there  have  been 
honest  men  at  the  head  of  the  New  York 
police  department.  Indeed,  there  has  been 
but  one  police  commissioner  out  of  tho  nine 
who  have  held  that  office  since  1901  of 
whose  integrity  there  has  been  the  slightest 
suspicion.  However,  Colonel  John  N.  Part- 
ridge, General  Francis  V.  Greene,  and  Wil- 
liam McAdoo,  police  commissioners  under 
Mayors  Low  and  McClellan,  had  an  up-hill 
fight  against  the  powers  of  evil,  owing  to 
inadequate  laws,  unscrupulous  politicians, 
and  treacherous  subordinates. 

It  was  not  until  1908,  when  an  amend- 
ment was  passed  to  the  State  liquor  law, 
penalizing  the  premises  whose  owner  or 
lessee  had  been  found  guilty  of  permitting 
disorderly  conduct  there,  by  providing  that 
a  liquor  license  might  not  issue  for  such 
premises  for  the  term  of  one  year  after 
the  verdict,  that  the  law  was  able  to  get 
a  real  grip  on  the  vice  situation.  At  that 
time  General  Bingham  had  succeeded  Mr. 
McAdoo  as  police  commissioner  under 
Mayor  McClellan's  second  administration, 
and  had  just  succeeded  in  having  the  law 
passed  under  which  he  was  able  to  pro- 
mote or  demote  at  will  the  inspectors  and 
captains   under   him. 

With  these  new  weapons  the  general  made 
such  determined  and  vigorous  assaults  up- 
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houses  that  their  political  protectors  flew 
to  McClellan,  and  demanded  that  he  should 
call  his  police  commissioner  off.  McClellan 
knew  that  to  call  Commissioner  Bingham 
off  was  beyond  his  power;  and,  not  daring 
to  defy  the  men  who  had  made  him,  he  took 
advantage  of  a  pretext  under  which  he  dis- 
missed from  office  a  public  servant  who 
deserved,  and  possessed,  the  confidence  and 
respect  of  every  reputable  citizen  of  New 
York. 

As  has  been  intimated,  if  Mayor  McClel- 
lan had  then  stood  behind  Commissioner 
Bingham  as  Mayor  Mitchel  has  stood 
behind  Commissioner  Woods,  the  back  of 
the  system  would  have  been  broken  nearly 
ten  years  ago.  Commissioner  Woods,  by 
the  way,  was  at  that  time  one  of  General 
Bingham's  deputies,  in  charge  of  the  detec- 
tive bureau  and  of  the  campaign  against 
the   vendors    of   prostitution. 

When  Mayor  Mitchel  took  his  seat  on 
January  1,  1914,  the  purveyors  of  vice  were 
on  the  alert,  as  usual,  to  ascertain  their 
status  under  the  new  administration.  When 
he  named  as  his  private  secretary  and  con- 
fidential adviser  Arthur  Woods,  whom  they 
remembered  of  old  as  General  Bingham's 
executive  officer  in  the  fight  upon  them 
in  1908— on  which  occasion  only  Mayor 
McClellan's  interference  saved  them  from 
probable  annihilation — they  were  greatly 
alarmed;  and  in  April,  when  Mitchel  made 
Woods  police  commissioner,  their  alarm 
became    despair. 

Nevertheless,  the  gamblers  and  keepers 
of  disorderly  houses  did  not  give  up  the 
struggle.  They  had  previously  seen  fat  and 
lean  years,  and  they  knew  that  good  times 
would  come  again  with  a  mayor  or  police 
commissioner  tolerant  of  commercialized 
vice.  They  are  "scratching  gravel"  to-day, 
in  the-hope  that  the  next  mayor  will  favor 
an  open  town — a  fact  which  it  might  be 
well  for  the  citizens  of  New  York  to  bear 
in  mind  when  they  cast  their  ballots  in 
November. 

It  should  be  remembered  that  while  some 
police  commissioners  have,  for  political 
reasons  with  which  they  were  unable  to 
cope,  been  less  active  than  others  in  the 
suppression  of  vice,  there  has  been  a 
general  improvement  since  the  Lexow  in- 
vestigation of  1894,  which  has  been  pre- 
viously mentioned.  The  control  of  vice 
was  a  somewhat  less  difficult  proposition 
when  Commissioner  Woods  took  charge  of 
the  police  force  in  1914  than  when  he  left 
the  detective  bureau  in  1908.  Not  only  had 
every  police  commissioner  since  Murphy, 
with  one  possible  exception,  done  as  much 
toward  the  repression  of  gambling  and  the 
social  evil  as  the  politicians  would  let  him, 
but  new  laws  dealing  with  the  situation 
had  come  into  existence,  with  a  stronger 
public    sentiment    for    their    enforcement. 

Moreover,  judges,  district  attorneys,  and 
other  public  officials  were  beginning  to 
have  a  clearer  conception  of  their  duties 
in  the  fight  upon  organized  vice.  The 
three  unofficial  societies  that  co-operate 
with  the  police — the  Society  for  the  Pre- 
vention of  Cruelty  to  Children,  the  Society 
for  the  Prevention  of  Crime,  and  the  Com- 
mittee of  Fourteen — have  never  relaxed 
their  efforts  for  the  promotion  of  law  and 
order  during  the  city's  worst  relapses  into 
the  slough  of  immorality,  and  they  were 
eager  for  the  battle  to  begin  under  the 
egis  of  the  new  police  commissioner  who 
had  previously  proved  his  quality  in  a 
subordinate  position. 

The  details  of  this  brilliantly  successful 
campaign  it  is  impossible  to  present  in  a 
single  article.  Suffice  it  to  say  that  Com- 
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years  at  the  head  of  the  police  department 
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in   thirteen   years. 

There  were  fifty  gambling-houses  running 
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tration, and  the  police  estimate  that  on 
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populated  territory.  There  is  now  no  open 
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The  Sanity  of  the  Food  Campaign 

By  Ethel  M.  Chapman 


THIS  is  the  farmer's  year  of  the  war. 
The  crop  reports  carry  a  message 
of  as  keen  national  interest  as  the 
war  bulletins.  The  allied  armies  are  fac- 
ing a  shortage  of  400,000,000  bushels  of 
grain;  a  meat  shortage  equal  to  120,000,- 
000  animals.  The  decisive  factor  in  the 
war,  we  are  told,  is  no  longer  men  or 
munitions,  but  food. 

It  is  also  the  housekeeper's  year.  For 
the  first  time,  the  women  of  Canada  are 
being  asked  to  register  as  members  of  the 
army  at  home,  and  the  appeal  is  very 
direct  and  simple.  The  men  who  are  fight- 
ing need  wheat,  beef  and  bacon.  It  will 
avail  nothing  for  Canada  to  produce 
these,  unless,  in  considerable  quantities 
they  are  released  for  export  to  the  army. 
It  has  been  estimated  that  we  must  re- 
duce our  normal  consumption  of  these 
foods  by  at  least  twenty-five  per  cent.,  and 
this  is  a  phase  of  the  nation's  food  con- 
servation which  will  depend  largely  upon 
the  women  in  the  homes. 

But  in  the  newness  of  the  thing  the 
woman  is  distressed  by  many  doctrines. 
She  hears  of  meatless  days  and  wheatless 
days  until  she  can  vision  only  starvation 
and  disaster  ahead  for  her  family.  There 
is  no  legislation  to  guide  her, — we  are  a 
uniquely  free  people  here  in  Canada;  the 
only  sacrifice  the  country  has  yet  asked 
of  us  is  voluntary  sacrifice.  Yet  when  the 
appeal  comes  to  sign  a  pledge  to  "con- 
scientiously carry  out  the  advice  and  di- 
rections of  the  Food  Controller,"  that  re- 
quisite foods  may  be  sent  to  the  men  hold- 
ing the  line  and  the  starving  people  in 
the  war-swept  territories  back  of  them, 
women  here  and  there  all  over  the  coun- 
try hesitate  before  committing  themselves 
and  their  households;  and  not  infrequent- 
ly the  objection  is  nothing  more  serious 
than  that  the  order  is  indefinite.  It  is 
scarcely  conceivable  that  we  belong  to  the 
same  families  as  the  men  who  unquestion- 
ingly  committed  themselves  to  something 
which  was  definite  only  in  its  hardships 
and  horrors.  Fortunately,  however,  there 
is  nothing  to  be  afraid  of  in  the  new  food 
regulations.  These  are  stated  specifical- 
ly in  the  Order-in-Council  issued  to  pub- 
lic eating-places  where  restrictions  are 
made  compulsory,  and  they  may  well  be 
taken  as  the  voluntary  standard  for  the 
private  home.  The  rule  is  that  beef  or 
bacon  shall  not  be  served  at  more  than 
one  meal  on  any  day,  and  on  Tuesdays  and 
Fridays  none  shall  be  served.    "Bacon," 


of  course,  in  this  case  means  more  than 
the  breakfast  strips  and  tender,  lean  eyes 
of  meat  close  to  the  backbone ;  it  includes 
all  cured  sides,  backs,  hams,  and  any  por- 
tion of  what  is  termed  in  the  trade,  Wilt- 
shire sides.  The  regulation  framed  to 
save  wheat  says  nothing  whatever  about 
a  whole  "wheatless  day."  It  states  sim- 
ply that  "at  every  meal  at  which  white 
bread  is  served  there  shall  also  be  served 
some  substitute  or  substitutes  such  as 
corn  bread,  oat  cakes,  potatoes,  etc.  It 
is  not,  after  all,  a  very  severe  measure; 
the  woman  who  really  cares,  and  who  has 
an  intelligent  understanding  of  foods 
might  carry  it  out  to  the  letter,  and  then 
go  a  second  mile  without  interfering  with 
the  health  and  well-being  of  her  family. 

Just  here  however  is  where  serious  mis- 
takes may  occur.  We  are  not  being  asked 
to  tighten  our  belts  uncomfortably,  even 
though  other  nations  are  starving, — but 
we  are  asked,  as  far  as  possible  to  live  on 
the  perishable  foods  which  cannot  be  ex- 
ported. It  is  not  a  matter  of  starvation 
but  of  substitution,  and  unless  the  house- 
keeper undertakes  this  work  of  using  one 
food  in  place  of  another,  with  an  intelli- 
gent understanding  of  their  particular 
food  values,  and  the  needs  of  the  people 
she  has  to  feed,  we  may  have  more  trou- 
ble with  malnutrition  at  home  than  with 
disease  in  the  army.  Directly  we  take 
from  the  diet  wheat,  beef  and  bacon, — 
foods  rich  in  flesh-forming  substances,  and 
fat,  the  natural  tendency  is  to  fill  in  with 
starch  in  the  shape  of  rice,  potatoes,  etc. 
Starch  is  a  good  fuel  food  to  supply  the 
energy  required  for  doing  ordinary  daily 
work,  but  it  will  not  repair  a  molecule  of 
worn  out  tissue,  or  take  any  part  in  build- 
ing the  growing  body  of  a  child,  or  pro- 
vide any  high  quality  of  resistance  to  dis- 
ease. It  will  put  more  stiffness  into  a 
shirt  bosom  than  into  a  backbone,  so  it  is 
not  the  right  food  to  produce  a  verile 
young  Canada.     Right  in  line  with  this 


Starch 
Ufitl  ^'ve 
mofe   ttijf- 
nen  ioyovr 
shirt  bosom 


than  foyou' 
hackhonc 


we  must  not  allow  any  thrift  preaching  to 
blind  us  to  the  fact  that  it  is  the  most 
wicked  kind  of  economy  to  limit  the  plain 
food  of  a  growing  child.  A  child  of  four- 
teen years  requires  as  much  food  as  an 
adult;  a  child  of  seven  years  requires  half 
as  much;  and  if  the  quality  as  well  as  the 
quantity  is  not  right,  he  is  bound  to  suf- 
fer for  it  later. 

The  question  of  finding  substitutes  for 
the  things  we  must  save  will  not  be  as 
hard  as  many  people  seem  to  think.  While 
it  is  difficult  to  make  many  breads  entirely 
without  wheat  flour,  this  can  be  supple- 
mented with  flours  from  other  grains  in 
making  cornbread,  ryebread,  barley  bread, 
oatbread,  Boston  brown  bread  where  a 
combination  of  corn,  rye  and  wheat  flour 
is  used,  oat  cakes,  potato  cakes,  buck- 
wheat gems,  and  a  variety  of  both  raised 
and  quick  breads  where  the  whole  or  out- 
er layers  of  the  wheat  grain  are  included 
and  more  of  the  white  flour  saved.  It  is 
easier  still  to  omit  wheat  entirely  from 
our  breakfast  cereals  and  to  use  oSts, 
corn,  rice  and  barley.  To  save  beef  and 
bacon  we  have  a  variety  of  meat  sub- 
stitutes to  draw  from,  in  the  way  of  milk, 
cheese,  fish,  eggs,  dried  beans,  peas  and 
lentils,  while  certain  kinds  of  meat  such 
as  pork  chops,  mutton,  heart,  liver,  and 
poultry  are  not  available  as  army  sup- 
plies and  may  be  consumed  at  home  with- 
out in  any  way  disturbing  the  conscience. 
A  little  bulletin  "War  Meals"  issued  by 
the  Food  Controller  and  ready  for  distri- 
bution with  the  pledge  cards,  not  only  sets 
forth  the  best  substitutes  to  use,  with 
their  particular  food  values  but  suggests 
a  series  of  balanced  meals  for  the  man  en- 
gaged in  sedentary  work,  the  man  doing 
hard  manual  work,  and  for  growing 
children. 

Another  phase  of  food  conservation 
rests  largely  with  the  housekeeper.  It  is 
estimated  that  over  $50,000,000  worth  of 
foodstuffs  goes  into  the  garbage  cans  of 
Canada  every  year.  Women  are  stopping 
this  waste  when  they  set  to  work  to  can 
or  dry  or  preserve  in  some  way  every 
surplus  pound  of  perishable  food  produc- 
ed. They  are  stopping  it  when  they  make 
their  meals  simpler,  serving  fewer  things 
at  one  time  so  that  nothing  may  be  there 
to  be  tasted  experimentally  and  left  on 
the  plate.  The  overloading  of  a  table 
with  a  mixture  of  many  foods,  fussy  made 
dishes  where  the  natural  delicate  flavor  of 
any  one  food  is  lost  in  the  conglomerate 


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whole,  the  using  of  highly-seasoned  sauces 
to  stimulate  the  appetite  beyond  its  nor- 
mal desires,  is  a  form  of  barbarity  be- 
longing solely  to  this  continent;  it  is  never 
found  in  rel^ined  homes  in  Great  Britain 
or  France.  Apart  from  the  aesthetic 
standpoint,  the  best  authorities  tell  us 
that  the  simpler  the  diet,  that  is  the  less 
complicated,  provided  there  is  sufficient 
variety  each  time  to  make  a  balanced 
meal,  the  better  will  each  food  perform 
its  own  particular  function.  One  other 
point  must  not  be  overlooked  in  attacking 
the  waste  problem.  We  are  likely  to  be 
very  hard  on  the  person  who  uses  any  of 
what  are  generally  called  food  luxuries; 
this  is  a  mistake.  Suppose  for  instance 
mushrooms  sell  for  a  dollar  a  pound. 
Mushrooms  are  a  wholesome  food  but  they 
cannot  be  exported  to  the  army.  If  by 
buying  and  consuming  mushrooms  at  a 
dollar  a  pound,  a  man  eats  less  wheat, 
beef  and  bacon,  let  us  be  glad  we  have 
such  a  man  in  the  community  because  most 
of  us  couldn't  afford  it.  He  has  made  use 
of  a  perishable  food  which  might  other- 
wise have  been  wasted. 

On  the  week  of  September  the  seven- 
teenth, or  thereabouts,  a  unique  form  of 
house  to  house  canvass  will  begin  through- 
out the  Dominion.  The  woman  in  every 
home  will  be  asked  to  sign  a  card  pledging 
herself  and  her  household  to  conscien- 
tiously carry  out  the  advice  and  directions 
of  the  Food  Controller.  Will  she  do  it? 
That  is  what  the  women  who  have  to  dis- 
tribute the  cards  are  asking  themselves. 
Judging  from  the  way  the  women  across 
the  line  have  responded  to  this  appeal, 
and  from  the  readiness  with  which  Can- 
adian women  have  offered  themselves  for 
any  other  patriotic  work,  there  is  little 
-  reason  for  doubting  the  general  feeling 
in  this  case.  Still  there  will  be  objec- 
tions, sane,  selfish,  and  political,  to  meet 
which,  the  dispenser  of  pledge-cards,  be- 
ing a  home-keeper  herself  and  possibly  not 
having  followed  public  affairs  very  close- 
ly, may  not  have  the  necessary  data  at 
hand. 

Someone  is  about  sure  to  ask,  "If  the 
government  wants  us  to  save  meat  why 
doesn't  it  see  that  wo  can  get  fish  at  a 
price  low  enough  to  make  everyone  want 
it?"    This  is  a  most  sensible  question,  and 
it  will  be  gratifying  to  those  interested  to 
know  that  while  before  the  time  of  the 
Food  Controller  the  fish  supply  distribut- 
ed through   Toronto    amounted    to    ten 
thousand  pounds  weekly,  it  now  averages 
eighty  thousand  pounds  weekly,  and  would 
be  considerably  more  but  for  the  difficulty 
of  getting  cars  to  transport  the  salt  water 
fish  from  the  Atlantic.    Several  more  cars 
were  arranged  for  last  week.    There  are 
many  centres  where  the  demand  for  fish 
is  great  enough  but  where  there  are  no 
facilities  for  taking  care  of  them ;  the  gov- 
ernment cannot  take  the  responsibility  of 
unloading  fish  in  a  town  to  spoil,  but  the 
recent  cold  storage  act  has  given  every 
municipality  the  right  to  build  and  run 
its  own  cold  storage  plant,  and  already, 
largely    through    the    agitation    of    the 
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smaller  cities  and  towns  have  taken  up 
the  matter  of  storage  facilities  that  they 
may  bring  in  quantities  of  "government 
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really  need  fish  you  cut  off  what  you  have 
been  giving  us.  Why  not  use  your  unde- 
veloped waters  for  home  use  and  leave  the 
export  as  it  is?"  This  is  what  is  already 
under  way,  and  the  fish  supply  from  our 
inland  lakes  will  soon  add  very  materially 
to  our  food  resources. 

And  the  only  difficulty  with  many  a 
dutiful,  passive-minded  little  woman  will 
be  John.  He  has  been  used  to  being  mas- 
ter in  his  own  house; — that  is  about  the 
only  place  in  the  world  where  he  has  ever 
had  a  free  hand,  and  war  or  no  war  he 
wants  what  he  wants.  He  has  no  inten- 
tion oi  allowing  his  wife  to  commit  him  to 
any  food  restriction,  nor  of  letting  any 
"blooming  placard"  go  up  in  his  front 
window.  After  all,  John  is  about  the 
most  formidable  stumbling-block  the  food 
campaigner  will  have  to  meet,  because, 
speaking  to  his  wife,  she  can't  just  explain 
him  away  as  frankly  as  she  can  the  dif- 
ficulties outside  the  family  circle.  How- 
ever we  may  be  anticipating  too  much; 
the  next  two  weeks  will  bring  forth  many 
discoveries  of  the  inwardness  of  human 
nature;  we  can  only  hope  that  the  John 
type  may  have  become  extinct. 

But  against  all  this  there  will  be  the 
great  army  of  women  who  have  already 
given  so  unselfishly  of  their  best,  that  a 
little  more  sacrifice  would  scarcely  be  not- 
iced. Even  if  there  should  be  a  trouble- 
some John  in  the  house  a  woman  of  this 
class  will  have  established  so  surely  her 
ability  to  take  care  of  the  housekeeping 
part  of  the  establishment,  that  her  deci- 
sion would  scarcely  be  questioned  here. 
Anyway  she  will  know  that  she  can  feed 
John  so  skilfully  according  to  food  con- 
trol regulations  that  he  will  never  know 
the  difference.    These  women  will  have  a 


vision  big  enough  to  look  from  the  secur- 
ity and  peace  of  their  own  homes  into  the 
desolate  homes  of  Europe  where  women 
live  in  the  cellars  of  houses  that  have 
been  bombed  almost  over  their  heads, 
where  children  dazed  and  shell-shocked 
cry  from  hunger,  homes  from  which  the 
men  were  taken  hurriedly  and  relent- 
lessly at  the  beginning  of  the  war,  and 
with  them  love  and  protection  and  comfort 
went  out  forever.  There  is  no  delicate 
hesitancy  over  what  shall  or  shall  not  be 
eaten  here;  the  people  are  starving.  And 
another  vision  the  Canadian  woman  will 
have.  She  will  see  waves  and  waves  of 
khaki  uniformed  men  with  faces  hardened 
and  drawn,  and  perhaps  she  will  see  her 
own  boy  among  them.  He  didn't  stop  to 
weigh  the  sacrifice  against  his  personal 
interests;  if  he  and  others  like  them  had 
waited  to  do  that,  we  women  in  Canada 
would  now  be  crouching  in  our  cellars 
just  like  the  women  of  Europe,  with  our 
homes,  our  womanhood,  everything  that 
once  meant  life  to  us,  gone.  And  the 
men  who  have  been  there,  who  have  seen 
the  starving  and  the  suffering,  who  may 
even  have  hunger  added  to  their  own  hard- 
ships unless  something  is  done, — when 
they  come  back  what  will  they  think  of 
our  indifference?  The  woman  knows  that 
her  boy  may  come  home  physically  brok- 
en, and  ages  older  than  his  years,  but  she 
cannot  bear  to  think  of  him  coming  back 
embittered  against  those  whom  he  had 
trusted.  And  she  does  not  wait  to  quib- 
ble over  details.  Glad  to  be  able  to  help 
in  any  way  she  treasures  her  little  win- 
dow card  as  a  thing  of  honor,  and  without 
questioning  what  others  may  do,  she  takes 
the  attitude  of  another  staple  character 
of  old, — "As  for  me  and  my  house" — 


The  Care  of  Children 

By  a  Well-known  Child  Specialist 


I.  ADVICE  FOR  THE  MOTHER. 

BEFORE  the  birth  of  the  child,  the 
mother  should  lead  a  simple,  quiet 
life,  getting  plenty  of  fresh  air, 
sunshine,  and  sleep;  having  a  moderate 
amount  of  exercise,  a  rational  diet,  and  a 
freedom  from  worry.  No  anxiety  should 
be  felt  in  regard  to  not  being  able  to  nurse. 
After  the  birth  of  the  child  the  same 
simple  laws  should  be  observed.  Below 
is  griven  a  diet  which  has  proven  experi- 
mentally to  be  the  best  for  the  nursing 
mother.    Follow  it. 

Diet. — 8  a.m. — Cereal,  fruit,  milk,  rolls, 
cocoa  or  tea  and  eggs. 
12  p.m. — Soup,  meat,  potato  and 
one     green     vegetable, 
cereal,   pud4ing  or   ice 
cream,  and  occasionally 
cookies. 
6  p.m. — Meat,  vegetable,  cereal, 
stewed  fruit  and  tea  or 
milk. 
In  addition   to   above   a  glass  of  milk 
every  four  hours.     Stewed  fruit  may  be 
used  as  it  tends  to  avoid  the  necessity  for 
laxative. 

II.  MATERNAL  NURSING. 

While  it  is  a  fact  that  individuality 
enters  strongly  into  the  question  of  the 
technique  of  breast  feeding,  nevertheless, 
on  the  whole,  definite  rules  for  guidance 
may  be  laid  down.  Keep  in  mind  this 
fact,  namely,  that  ninety  per  cent,  of  the 
trouble  in  nursing  babies  is  due  to  their 


getting  either  too  much  or  too  little  breast 
milk.  Below  is  given  a  schedule  of  what 
babies  ought  to  get  at  different  weights. 
Notice  the  writer  says  different  weights. 
We  do  not  estimate  their  feedings  by  their 
age,  but  by  their  weights.  It  is  common 
sense  that  a  baby  weighing  twelve  pounds 
needs  more  milk  than  a  baby  weighing 
eight  pounds,  no  matter  what  their  re- 
spective ages,  just  as  a  20  h.p.  engine  uses 
more  gasoline  than  a  15  h.p.  engine  would 
use.  It  is  hoped  that  this  schedule  will 
not  cause  any  anxiety  in  any  mother  be- 
cause she  cannot  get  her  baby  up  to 
weight.  Just  as  soon  as  you  begin  to 
worry,  get  to  the  doctor  as  soon  as  you 
can.  This  worry  will  be  the  finishing 
touch  in  causing  trouble. 


(a)  The  Interval  of  Feeding.  That  is, 
"how  often"  should  the  baby  be  nursed? 

Here  again  we  have  some  rules  to 
govern  us.  If  the  baby  weighs  under 
eight  pounds,  then  it  is  fed  every  3  hours, 
six  times  daily.  If  poorly  nourished  it 
should  be  fed  7  times  daily.  However,  if 
on  the  3-hour  interval,  if  getting  too 
much,  or  showing  signs  of  dyspepsia 
(colic,  vomiting,  etc.),  the  four-hour  in- 
terval should  be  adopted.  The  babies  over 
eight  pounds  are  usually  sufficiently 
nourished  to  be  put  on  a  four-hour  inter- 
val. Under  no  circumstances  should  a 
baby  be  nursed  under  3  hours. 

(b)  Regularity  in  Feeding. 

Nothing  should  interfere  with  the  baby 
feeding  at  its  regular  time  by  the  clock. 
If  being  fed  every  3  hours,  then  at  6  a.m., 
9  a.m.,  12  p.m.,  3  p.m.,  6  p.m.,  10-12  p.m. 
If  on  a  four-hour  interval,  6  a.m.,  10  a.m., 
2  p.m.,  6  p.m.,  10-12  p.m.  Usually  babies 
under  6  months  of  age  receive  this  last 
feeding  as  late  as  possible,  preferably 
midnight.  They  should  then  sleep  the 
balance  of  the  night  until  the  6  a.m.  feed- 
ing In  the  older  babies  this  late  hour  is 
not  necessary,  the  10  p.m.  feeding  being 
the  last  until  morning.  Remember  to 
awaken  the  baby  at  its  proper  nursing 
hour,  even  if  sleeping. 

(c)  How  much  should  it  gain? 
Nursing  babies  usually  gain  5-7  ozs. 

each  week.  So  that  a  baby  weighing  8 
pounds  at  birth  should  weigh  about  16 
pounds  at  6  months  of  age.  The  baby 
should  be  weighed  each  week  and  the 
weight  recorded.  A  pair  of  household 
scales  may  be  purchased  for  $5  to  $8. 
They  are  "very  useful  when  handling  a 
baby.  To  enable  the  baby  to  gain  in  this 
way,  the  following  supply  of  milk  is 
necessary  daily: 
Weight  in  lbs. — 

6     7     8     9    10  11  12  13  14  15  16  17 

Milk  in  ozs.,  per  day — 

18  19  20  22  24  26  30  31  32  33  35  36 
That  is,  an  infant  weighing  12  pounds 
should  receive  each  day  30  ozs.  of  milk. 
To  determine  how  much  the  baby  receives, 
weigh  it  before  and  after  nursings.  The 
increase  will  give  the  amount  of  milk 
received.  The  baby  may  be  weighed  thus 
at  each  feeding,  and  an  accurate  account 
kept  of  the  day's  feeding.  As  a  rule, 
weighing  2  or  3  times  daily  will  give  one 
an  average  whereby  to  arrive  at  the  day's 
supply.  There  is  no  guess  work  when  this 
is  done.  It  is  not  advised  at  all  that  this 
be  carried  out  as  a  routine,  if  the  baby  is 
gaining  satisfactorily,  weigh  once  a  week 
only,  but  if  in  doubt  as  to  the  amount  re- 
ceived then  weighing  will  settle  the  ques- 
tion. Water  should  be  given  in  between 
feedings  if  the  baby  is  awake,  but  never 
within  an  hour  of  the  feeding  hour,  or  for 
an  hour  afterwards. 


What  to  Eat  When  Prices  Are  High 

By   Mrs.    Elizabeth   Atwood 


IT  is  really  a  serious  problem  in  these 
days  when  prices  are  high  and  seem 
to  be  getting  higher,  to  know  what  to 
eat  that  will  satisfy,  nourish  and  yet  not 
double  the  household  expenses. 

The  housewife  feels  that  she  must  keep 
expenses  down  as  much  as  possible,  yet 
knows  that  her  family  must  be  fed  and 
well  fed,  since  good  food  and  sufficient 
means  health,  strength  and  happiness. 
Supplies   of  good   foods  have   so   long 


been  abundant  that  we  have  become  ac- 
customed to  the  most  expensive,  without  a 
thought.  Unfortunately  a  great  many 
housekeepers  seem  to  think  that  the  very 
best  means  the  highest  in  price.  This  is 
far  from  the  truth.  A  great  many  of  the 
cheaper  cuts  are  quite  as  nourishing  as 
the  most  expensive. 

Worst  of  all,  however,  is  our  habit  of 
wastefulness.  We  do  not  mean  to  be 
wasteful.     Many  of  us  think  we  are  quite 


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^.Polish  and  Protect  Your  Linoleum 


With  Johnson's  Prepared  Wax.  Any  housewife  can  easily  apply  it  and 
keep  her  floors  in  perfect  condition  by  simply  wiping  up  the  dust  occa- 
sionally with  a  dry  cloth.  Less  than  an  hour  is  required  for  polishing  a 
good-sized  floor  and  it  may  be  walked  upon  immediately.  Johnson's 
Prepared  Wax  brings  out  the  pattern  of  Linoleum  and  preserves  it. 

A  Dust-Proof  Furniture  Polish 


Polish  all  your  furniture — including  the  piano — with 
Johnson's  Prepared  Wax.  You  will  be  surprised  at  the 
wonderful  improvement.  It  cleans  and  polishes  in  one 
operation — protects  and  preserves  varnish,  adding  years 


to  its  life — covers  up  mars  and  small  surface  scratches 
and  prevents  checking.  Johnson's  Prepared  Wax 
will  quickly  and  permanently  remove  that  bluish 
cloudy   appearance    from    your  mahogany  furniture. 


JOHNSON'S 

~Z/q  cij'c/  an  <//^as/c? 

PREPARED  WAX 

Johnson's  Prepared  Wax  is  now  made  in  Liquid  Form  as  well  as  paste. 
Many  people  prefer  the  Liquid  Wax  as  it  polishes  instantly  with  but 
very  little  rubbing — you  can  go  over  a  roomful  of  furniture,  a  good 

sized  floor,  or  an  automobile  in  half-an-hour.  Johnson's  Liquid  Prepared  Wax  is  ex- 
actly the  same   as  the   Paste  Wax  except   that  it  is  Liquid. 


Contains  No  Oil 

Johnson's  Prepju-ed  Wax  contains  absolutely  no  oil, 
consequently,  it  gives  a  hard,  dry,  glass-like  polish  which 
does  not  collect  or  hold  the  dust.  It  never  becomes  soft  or 
sticky  in   the  hottest  weather  or  from   the  heat  of  the  body. 

Tell  your  dealer  that  Johnson's  Prepared  Wax  is  now  made 
in  Liquid   Form  and  insist  upon  his  supplying  you   with   it. 


A  Splendid  Auto  Polish 

With  Johnson's  Prepared  Wax  you  can  make  your 
car  look  like  new  and  save  the  cost  of  revamishing. 
It  covers  up  mars  and  scratches — removes  road  oil  —  pre- 
vents checking  and  cracking- — sheds  water  and  dust  —  and 
makes  a  "wash"  last  twice  as  long.  It  preserves  the  varnish  and 
protects  it  from  the  weather,  adding  years  to  its  life  and  beauty. 

Write  for  our  folder  on  Keeping  Your  Car  Yoimg--it's  free. 


S.  C.  JOHNSON  &  SON,  Dept.  mac.     Racine,  Wis.,  U.  S.  A. 


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CX)RN^SYRUP 

will    do    more    than    satisfy 
children's  craving  for  "some- 
thing sweet"  —  it  will 
supply    them    with    a 
wholesome  food. 

Dealers   every- 
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'Crown  Syrup"  in  2, 5, 10  and  20  pound 
tins  and  "Perfect  Seal"  Quart  Jars. 

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A  "sameness"  that  is  mo^ 
enjoyable the  daily,  un- 
varying goodness  of  a  cup  of 
"SEAL  BRAND"  COFFEE. 
It  never  fails  to  greet  you  with 

that  same  exquisite  fragrance,  amber 
clearness  and  delightful  flavour, 
that  win  people  with  the  fur^  cup. 

In  %,  1  and  2  pound  tins.    Whole— ground— pulverized— also 
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saving.  But  we  know  that  the  things  we 
throw  away  or  neglect  to  use  up  as  foods 
would  shock  any  European  housewife, 
not  only  now  but  back  in  their  times  of 
peace  and  plenty. 

For  example,  we  are  very  apt  to  ignore 
the  nutritive  values  possessed  by  the  neck 
and  feet  of  fowl.  We  go  to  the  meat  mar- 
ket, purchase  chicken  at  highest  prices, 
only  to  order  the  removal  of  the  feet  and 
the  neck,  yet  these,  together  with  the  gib- 
lets, will  make  a  delicious  soup,  sufficient 
for  five  persons.  Even  boarding  house 
keepers  who  are  supposed  to  make  a  busi- 
ness of  economical  catering  are  daily 
guilty  of  just  such  extravagance.  Lamb 
chops,  purchased  at  thirty  or  thirty-five 
cents  a  pound  are  trimmed  in  French 
style,  and  the  trimmings,,  with  the  ends 
out  from  the  bone  are  left  with  the 
butcher.  The  fact  that,  properly  cooked, 
they  would  make  a  toothsome  luncheon 
dish,  or  entree  at  dinner,  appears  not  to 
be  suspected.  The  Englishman  regards 
a  good  leg  of  mutton,  roasted  or  boiled,  as 
a  dish  fit  for  a  king.  Here  in  this  country 
it  is  looked  upon  with  contempt  by  so- 
called  lovers  of  nice-eating.  As  the  result 
legs  are  sold  for  a  comparatively  small 
price,  while  chops  are  worth  nearly  their 
weight  in  gold,  for  the  market-man  must 
make  his  entire  profit  out  of  that  portion 
of  the  quarter. 

That  leg  of  mutton  is  delicious  when 
properly  seasoned,  and  cooked  to  a  turn, 
should  be  preached  from  the  housetops  in 
this  day  of  high  prices.  The  meat  is 
nutritious,  and  wholesome,  easy  of  diges- 
tion, and  desirable  from  every  point  of 
view.  Only  gross  ignorance  classes  it 
among  undesirable  foods.  Yet  the  fact 
remains  that  it  is  lairgely  ignored,  and  the 
same  holds  true  with  many  other  cuts  of 
meat. 

np  HE  present  emergency  of  high  prices 
-^  can  be  answered  by  the  housewives  as 
by  no  other  class.  Porterhouse  steak,  lamb 
chops,  choice  rib  roasts  of  beef,  legs  of 
spring  lamb,  and  the  like  do  not  represent 
the  most  nutritive  meat  products.  They 
mean  only  those  of  highest  cost,  and  which 
require  least  thought  in  their  preparation. 
The  less  expensive  cuts  are  often  richest 
in  food  values.  When  we  learn  to  make  a 
tempting  and  toothsome  dish  from  the 
under  part  of  the  round  of  beef  there  will 
be  less  demand  for  the  tenderloin.  In 
France,  the  home  of  perfect  cooking, 
beef's  liver  is  regarded  as  a  dainty,  and  it 
is  as  prepared  in  that  country.  In  our 
own  land  it  is  thought  by  many  to  be 
unfit  to  appear  upon  refined  tables. 

As  slow  cooking  means  delicious  flavor, 
the  casserole  is  one  of  the  best  aids  in  the 
preparation  of  many  forms  of  food.     Yet 
it  is  only  within  recent  years  that  it  has 
been  introduced  into  American  homes  to 
any  considerable  extent.     Veal  cooked  in 
the  casserole  becomes  both  tempting  and 
wholesome.    A  most  delectable  entree  can 
be  made  from  the  leg  of  veal  with  the 
added  flavor  of  mushrooms,  and  as  the 
Italian  cooks  have  taught  us,  the  mush- 
room need  not  be  a  costly  luxury.       The 
fresh  ones,  which  are  most  expensive,  can 
be  obtained  in  all  large  cities.     They  are 
especially  delicious,  but  the  dried  sort  are 
vastly  more  economical,  can   always  be 
obtained,  and  will  answer  any  culinary 
purpose  nicely.     To  prepare  a  sufficient 
quantity  of  veal  en  casserole  for  six  per- 
sons, procure  a  thick  slice  of  veal  weigh- 
ing one  pound  and  a  quarter,  and  cut  it 
into  cubes.    Lard  these  with  strips  of  fat 
salt  pork,  and  brown  them  in  a  frying 
pan  in  a  little  pork  dripping.     Transfer 


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to  the  casserole  and  add  three  small 
shalots  peeled  and  sliced,  two  sprigs  of 
parsley,  and  a  cupful  of  the  thick  part  of 
a  can  of  tomatoes.  Remove  the  seeds  and 
white  fibre  from  a  good  size  green  pepper, 
cut  into  shreds  and  saute  in  the  pork  fat 
until  tender.  Then  add  it  to  the  meat, 
with  a  quarter  of  a  pound  of  fresh  mush- 
rooms that  have  been  carefully  yfashed, 
but  not  peeled.  Add  stock  to  half— cover 
the  meat,  and  a  little  salt.  Cover  the  cas- 
serole tightly  and  cook  in  a  moderate 
oven  for  an  hour  and  a  half.  Thicken  the 
sauce  slightly  and  serve  in  the  casserole. 
If  dried  mushrooms  are  to  be  substituted 
for  the  fresh  ones,  wash  a  small  hand- 
ful and  place  in  a  saucepan  with  a  little 
tepid  water.  Bring  slowly  to  the  boiling 
point,  and  add  to  the  meat. 

A  dish  that  is  at  once  palatable  and 
satisfying  is  made  from  a  slice  cut  from 
the  round  of  beef.  Let  the  slice  be  three- 
quarters  of  an  inch  in  thickness  and  roll 
it,  enclosing  two  or  three  thin  slices  of  fat 
bacon.  Brown  in  the  frying  pan  with  a 
little  dripping,  then  place  in  the  casse- 
role with  stock  to  half  its  depth.  Add 
tomato  flavoring — either  canned  tomato, 
or  tomato  paste,  a  shredded  green  pepper 
and  a  little  salt.  Cover  the  casserole  and 
cook  slowly  in  the  oven  for  about  two 
hours.  If  liked,  thicken  the  gravy 
slightly  and  serve,  cutting  into  round 
slices. 

INDIVIDUAL  casseroles  and  ramekins 
afford  as  many  fascinating  opportuni- 
ties for  the  use  of  left-overs.  There  are 
numberless  recipes  which  might  be  quoted, 
but  it  is  part  of  the  pleasure  to  combine 
flavors  individually.  Chopped  meat  can 
be  made  in  such  a  variety  of  excellent 
dishes  as  not  to  be  recognized  as  having 
the  same  foundation,  for  it  is  part  of  the 
satisfaction  to  obtain  new  and  bewilder- 
ing results.  Souffle  cooked  in  ramekins 
become  a  daintily  attractive  dish ;  another 
portion  of  the  same  chopped  meat  made 
into  individual  pastries  suggests  a  totally 
diflferent  impression  both  to  the  eye  and 
to  the  palate.  Ordinary  has  become  a  de- 
licious and  appetizing  dish  when  browned 
in  individual  casseroles  and  any  clever 
housewife  can  evolve  countless  surprises 
with  the  help  of  these  cooking  utensils, 
which  are  made  of  simple  earthenware 
and  are  of  little  cost.  To  make  the  hash 
tasty  in  the  extreme,  add  a  little  cold 
boiled  ham  to  the  fresh  meat  with  just 
enough  pimento  to  add  piquancy  and  rub 
the  dish  in  which  the  mixture  is  prepared 
with  a  clove  of  garlic.  After  the  mixture 
has  been  placed  in  the  casserole,  dot  the 
top  with  bits  of  butter,  and  brown  in  a 
quick,  but  not  hot,  oven. 

Soups  are  enjoyed  by  the  great  number 
of  diners,  and  the  French  "pot  au  feu" 
might  well  be  introduced  into  every  Amer- 
ican home.  It  means  simply  the  perpetual 
soup  pot  into  which  are  put  the  trim- 
mings of  the  roast,  the  odds  and  ends 
which  do  not  seem  important  enough  for 
other  uses,  yet  which  contribute  their 
share  of  flavor  and  nourishment.  It  pro- 
vides the  best  possible  stock,  or  founda- 
tion, for  soups  and  sauces,  and  is  delicious 
as  well  as  economical.  Vegetable  soups 
are  appetizing  also,  and  the  truly  scien- 
tific housewife  will  not  allow  the  water 
in  which  vegetables  and  rice  have  been 
boiled  to  go  to  waste.  They  add  their 
modicum  of  flavor  and  quality,  as  well  as 
nourishment,  and  when  we  realize  all 
these  facts  we  are  on  the  road  to  out- 
witting any  combine  that  strives  to  ad- 
vance the  cost  of  food  supplies. 


Mention  MacLean't  Magazine — It  will  identify  you. 


MACLEAN'S    MAGAZINE 


MADE    IN    CANADA 


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^'^  i  8  1959 


GIC 


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CIR 


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CIR 


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