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MONDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1921.
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this continual sacrifice of her whole the Duchess, “not mine.”
this wonderful champion, whoever he
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might be.
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SANCTUMSIFTINGS
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Pain, the sorrows of childhood
And the hurt of a tiny one,
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The fact that Germany has admitted
Grover Bergdoll to citizenship, ought
to be good evidence that that country
never expects to again indulge in war.
And arms that are ready to shelter
To prove that it all was fun;
Aye, ready and eager to shelter,
Nor waited till hurt was done.
And the country stands in wonder
as to what sort of language Mr. Charles
G. Dawes would use if he had a real
provocation.
It is now announced that the boiler
riveting business is back on a sound
basis.
Ex-candidate Cox contemplates a trip
to Europe in the near future. He may
be able to find some one among the
deposed monarchs over there who feels
more disappointed than he does.
there have been
stopped.
, “Suggestions?”
He faltered.
If skirts keep getting shorter we’ll
have to begin calling them kilts.
Ah, then is the pain so keen?
And, oh, it is sweet in the wormwood
To know that her eyes have seen.
—Edmund Leamy in the New York Sun.
Alas, can such things be?
She’s packed her number three
In a two;
And her silk hose is so thin
I can see her gleaming skin
Growing blue.
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MOTHER.
Two bright eyes in the night time
And a word in a kiddie’s ear,
The touch of her lips in the darkness
And banished the tiny fear;
The bliss of that soothing presence
And the love of her watching near.
She’s In Style.
Pathetic little lass,
With grief I see her pass—
Who could smile?
To her pangs she gives no vent,
With agony content—
She’s in style.
Ever, ever the vision
Through the weary long years be-
tween—
The mother’s dear eyes in the dark-
ness—
Member of the Associated Press.
The Associated iress is exclusively entitled to
the use for republication of all news dispatches
credited to It or not otherwise credited in this
paper, and also the local news published herein.
So some time passed before I saw the
light-
Doubt never looming less;
Till predilection walking overnight
For darkness in a tress,
I finally decided, if it might,
it would be gypsy Bess!
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about the streets singing “Deutschland
Uber Alles.” Of course Bavarian sing-
ing is of itself terrifying, but the
allies have gotten over their fright of
things German and will soon be giv-
ing those paraders a lesson in an
American song, entitled “Root, Hog, or
Die.”
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Now would be a good time to unload
a lot of that thrift literature being
sent out by the treasury department.
Germany is in a quandry as to how
to pay the indemnity demanded by the
allies.
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Those Bavarians' are a hot bunch;
they indicate their sentiment against
the reparation demand by marching
Presumably those applicants-for con-
sulship at Havana are postscripting
their letters with a statement that sal-
ary is not so much an object.
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Her eyes rested un-
should govern themselves, or
Heart of gold and of sunshine,
And as kind as the drifting day.^
And dreams that were deep as the
heavens
To bend to her simple sway
The love of the little ones ’round her
And make for the child hours play.
The Turks have made another un-
successful attempt to recapture the
port of Smyrna. They probably resent
being so, long deprived of their fa-
vorite figs.
Eastern Offices.
New York Office. 341 Fifth Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
“But my marriage,, what good—?”
“They see you allied to a man such
as alone deserves you, a great soldier,
a statesman, a power, a great soldier,
with our enemy and so bring our poor
folk some relief from this load, this
crushing load of taxation. That’s in
their minds, and if they speak of re-
volt, it is only a knowledge of your
obduracy that drives them.”
“Our wars are yours also, madam.
Malatesta, as your overlord—”
"We have rights! Good God, we lost
3 By ERNEST GOODWIN £
Kansas City is celebrating the re-
turn to that city of the five-cent loaf
of bread. Kansas City is doing its
Christmas loafing early.
The farmer is about to have an in-
ning. It has been announced that the
price of plows will be reduced thirty
per cent. This ought to encourage
him to raise a whole lot more to sell
at half the cost of production.
Is it skirt? Or is it flounce?
The riddle I renounce;
Let us skip
And view the chilly breeze
Peek-a-booing round her knees
For a nip.
A Dull Week-End in Crescent City.
(From the Blue Lake, Calif., Advocate).
Outside of a few fights, a mob of”
drunks on the sidewalks, cussing mot-
crisis with broken springs on the
streets, and the inabality of the police
judge to get any grist for his mill, the
city spent a rather quiet week-end.
The ground hog failed to appear an
Feb. 2. He evidently thought his ap-
pearance on Nov. 2 would be sufficient
as it meant an early spring for the
Republicans and a continued winter
for th Democrats.
Alack the law should ban
The cruelty I scan.
Heaven knows
What those pointed gaiters pen—
Where hath she put her ten
Little toes?
—Samuel Minturn Peck in the New
York Sun.
The impression is daily gaining
force that Mr. Harding will eventually
name his own cabinet officers.
Copyright, 1919, by Ernest Goodwin. All Rights Reserved.
Printed by permission of, and by special arrangement with
Houghton Mifflin Company.
suggestions—” He
The Japs are sending another divi-
sion of troops to Korea. Meanwhile
the British are strengthening theii
garrisons in Ireland. If this keeps on
the military will outnumber the local
populations.
Crime Wave in Wisconsin.
(From the Grant County Herald).
It has come to my attention that cer-
tain boys have been staying on the
streets after 9 o’clock, the curfew hour,
and are also causing considerable mis-
chief. I have the names of each of
these boys and am prepared to take
vigorous action unless they mend their
ways. I ask the co-operation of all
parents of boys between the ages of
ten and twenty years in keeping the
peace and maintaining good standard
of citizenship. However* if this warn-
ing is not observed prosecutions will
surely follow.
John Peterson, Chief of Police.
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It is reported that a revolution is1
brewing in Formosa. Hitherto the
Formosans have devoted most of their
energies to the brewing of tea.
That much talked of “hush plane,”
reported to be employed by the Irish in
their fight for national liberty, is
probably one of the heads of the Sinn
Feiners in action telling how much he
loves the British government.
PRINCES WALKING — I
have seen servants upon
horses, and princes walk-
ing as servants upon the
earth. Eccles. 10:7.
Then urgencies took me across the
pond,
And when again we met—
Lo, Bessie had become a beauteous
blonde
And Bertha a brunette!
Is it so strange, then, if I now depend,
With nothing settled yet?
—Edward W. Barnard in the New York
Sun.
I My Position.
I do not hanker for Blue Laws,
Indorsed by gents with lantern jaws.
-Instead, if given my selection,
I crave laws matching my complexion.
Indeed, I’ve been so bluffed and
heckled,
I’ll even take laws green or freckled.
In fact, most any laws will do.
Just so the doggone things ain’t blue!
—Tennyson J. Daft.
The Chancellor finished with an im- pass—a curt touch of the brim of his
was humble indeed. She knew what
this morning’s business meant, her
townsfolk’s rising hostility, the im-
placable pressure from Missona. She
was plainly at the beginning of a
struggle. To hold her seat in Siona
meant effort, unceasing, perhaps de-
mands beyond her strength. Should she
struggle, or should she give up? Her
conscience aquitted her of vainglory.
If she fought, she knew that it would
be not so much for her rights as for
her duties. Yet her heart was in re-
volt. It cried out passionately against
self to a purpose she had almost come
to doubt. Almost, for a minute she
gave way. Let them revolt—they
sheerest madness, criminal madness!
Does Malatesta think we are made of
money?”
“Twenty thousand crowns, a special
war levy”—-this from the Chancellor-
“What voice have we in Malatesta’s af-
fairs? Are we consulted as to his
enmities or friendships—?”
“Friendships!” came from the Duch-
ess. “He has no friends!”
Bartoldi stared very black at her.
Her tone and manner conveyed hostility
and contempt for message-bearer as
well as message-sender.
“Madam, for God’s sake—” broke in
the Chancellor.
Experts from the department of ag-
riculture are in Texas investigating
what they term the green bug. The
long green bug needs no investigation.
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face for the effect of his threat. It
showed plain enough.
She drew a deep, quivering breath, a
long, painful sigh. Her head dropped.
Into the forefront of her mind swept
that terrible, unceasing memory never
more than just removed from her con-
sciousness even though eight years had
elapsed since first it stamped itself on
her brain. She saw again the horrors
of the siege, the starving women with
famished children clinging to them,
starving because, the men on the wall
must eat. She saw again shattered
men, dead men, heard the maniac
shouting, the wild hullabaloo of devilry
let loose in the town when Malatesta’s
hired army broke in with free license
to work its will.
(From the Idaho Falls Register.)
A lady’s leather handbag left in my.
car while parked on Park avenue two
weeks ago. Owner can have same by
calling at my office, proving the prop-
erty and paying for this ad. If she
will explain to my wife that I had
nothing to do with its being there, I
will pay for, an ad. C. G. Keller.
choose much when Malatesta broke us here
We Should L.ee To Know What Hap-
“No, no,” she said, “not that—not
that again. If I can manage—if it can
be contrived—tell Malatesta we will
manager. The money shall be paid,
somehow. He must let us have a little
time. But he must not come here.”
Her terror was evident. She was all
bravery, but she sickened at the
thought of what a fresh visit from
Malatesta might mean' to her people.
As far as she could bring herself to
plead, she pleaded then.
Bartoldi, brute as all men knew him,
took no pleasure in her distress. He
closed the incident as abruptly as he
could manage, and moved at once to
the second object of his visit. •
“Excellency, I shall report, then, that
you defer cosent to my Lord’s demand
for the men-at-arms till you have ex-
amined your resources in that respect.1”
Dilemma.
When first I knew them Bertha was a
blonde
And Bessie a brunette.
Of both I grew at once extremely
fond—
My sole cause for regret
That choosing was a problem quiet
beyond |
My youthful mind to get.
takes the reins, and show them what
government stood for in the eyes of a
man notoriously drunk with the lust of
empire, dominion. . . /. Only for a
minute this mood possessed her. It
passed. She drew a long breath, weari-
ly straightened her young back, and,
all her courage flying its banners
again, stepped to the door. As she
stretched her hand out to push it open,
the Chancellor re-entered at the other
end of the hall. Turning at his coming,
she saw him leading in a man, hat in
hand booted, suprred, and caught his
detaining message.
“Your Excellency, Signor Bartoldi
from my Lord Malatesta of Missona de-
sires speech with Your Grace.”
She walked slowly down the hall to
meet them both.
Bartoldi was a tall, fat man, tanned,
scarred, bearded, long in thigh, broad
of shoulder, upright, aggressive and
frank in standing and speech. He was
soldier first and foremost, and though
his errand was presumably a peaceful
one he wore a steel cap, leather jerkin
with rings sewn thickly over, and steel
thigh-plates. He was booted above the
knee, and spurred for riding; on his
left thigh hung the weapon that like
Malatesta he affected—the long two-
edged cutting sword then slowly
yielding to the rapier in general es-
teem.
All Aquiloja knew him, Malatesta’s
condottiere, whose ferocity, valour,
cunning. and energy lifted him on to
a par with Malatesta himself save for
She would not be checked. “Here Is
an unprincipled demand and I will not
submit. I cannot pay. It is impossi-
ble to raise such a sum, and he knows
it.”
“Madam,’. began Bartoldi, ‘I assure
you—”
“And ‘a hundred men-at-arms, all
well-equipped, mounted, and furnished
with three months’ supplies.’ For what
purpose, in what war? I supply men.
and am not even told whom they are
to be employed against. I have no
enemies; I am not at war.”
“We are,” interposed Bartoldi.
"Your wars are your wars,” rejoined
She nodded. He was, she knew, taking
instant advantage of her concession on
the one point to weaken the opposition
she had so firmly declared on the oth-
er. Mingled with her distress came a
guest of anger at her helplessness. Yet
she must bear it. “I come now to a
matter which I hope may be more to
Your Excellency’s mind. I bring an-
other message.”
“From my Lord?”
“From my Lord Guilielmo, my Lord
Malatesta’s son.”
“Guilielmo!” She stammered the
word. Her face was white. This was
something altogether outside her range
of speculation.
Bartoldi pulled at the points of his
jerkin, slipped his hand into his-breast,
and brought out a small package wrap-
ped in silk. This as he spoke he .in-
wrapped.
“My Lord Guilielmo bids me bear you
his greeting. He has long heard of
your beauty, and now kisses your hand
by me and sends you, in all love, this.”
He had divested the parcel of its silk
and now held it out to her. She stood
rigid. Her face was white, with pas-
sion. She held her hand out, not (3
take the' present, but to repel it in
open disgust. “Wait!”
Bartoldi stood stiff, the present still
extended.
“Before I look at it, I take it be a
picture.”
“So.”
“Of my Lord Guilielmo himself?”
“So.”
mense relief. For a day or two he had
been in possession of what he had now
disclosed to his mistress, and, knowing
« her temper, had wondered when and
under what circumstances he should
1 impart his news. Now it was done, and
he breathed more freely.
Beatrice paced the room, thoughtful-
ly. There was that in her face that
kept him from addressing her.
Suddenly her eye lighted on him. He
was a friend of hers. He had served
, her father well, she knew, and his loy-
alty to her was part of his very being.
He looked painfully old, saddened, de-
pressed, and she was a woman of un-
failing charity and kindness to those
about her.
Her face lit up with a smile; she
came swiftly over to him and placed
her hands on his shoulders. “Never
mind,” she' said, with something like
gaiety in her voice; “are two clever
people like you and I to despair? Rec-
ollect this trouble springs from the
doubling of Matalesta’s levy on us. He
promised it should be but for a year.”
“And now two have passed. Malatesta
uses lies as he uses any other weapon.”
“But we have courage, we deal justly,
and we have faith in God. What cow-
ards we are to doubt! Come, smile
again.”
He was never farther away from
smiling, yet he managed to call up the
ghost of a facial effort in that direc-
tion. She kissed his forehead; he kissed
her hand and went sadly away.
She turned to leave the hall by the
opposite door, but paused as her eye
fell on the great Chair of State stand-
ing on the dais.
It was the chair that Malatesta had
sat in, victorious, sword in hand, on
that dreadful morning eight years ago
when by her father’s side she had
knelt, in blood, to beg for life for her
and him.
Fiye years ago, only eighteen, yet
a woman already steeped in the ap-
palling irksomeness of a city’s rule,
she had been formally seated as Duch-
ess of Siona in her dead father’s place.
Only five years—and she was so tired
of it all that she drooped to the bur-
den of her thoughts as she stood alone,
looking at the chair.
What was the use? What was the
cruel end, the purpose? A long line of
ancestors had sat there; each had done
his task, well or ill, and gone his way.
Siona under their varying rules had
„.cen great, small, great again, and now
JAPANESE ON DISARMAMENT.
From San Antonio Light:
An interesting commentary upon the
outstanding international problem of
the times, with possibly a closer in-
sight into the working of the Japanese
mind, is afforded by a recent dispatch
from Tokio which reports the adop-
tion of resolutions by a political or-
ganization calling upon the govern-
ment to initiate an international
movement for the reduction of arma-
ments. As the dispatch points out,
the government is not likely to adopt
the suggestion. But its failure to do
so would not necessarily be due to the
fact that the authors of the resolutions
belonged to a party of opposition.
The government might be expected
to reject the proposition even if it had
come from a politically friendly source.
For the Japanese are a proud people,
and if some of their pride is of the
false variety they are not altogether
unique in this respect. The British, for
one people, seem to be desirous that
the armaments of all nations, partic-
ularly the United States, be reduced,
and apparently they would be willing
to pay a part of the price. But the
British have not offered to take the
lead in such a project and the chances
are that they will not do so.
Reduced to its finest elements, the
disinclination of the British to place
themselves publicly before the world as
a people anxious to stop the competi-
tion in the building of armaments is
nothing but a kind of fear. They fear
that the world would interpret such a
move on their part as a sign of weak-
ness and a confession of it. In this
the British are only human. But not
all things human are ideal; in. many
cases they are products of instincts
which man has been trying for thou-
sands of years to outgrow.
Somewhat the same handicap under
which the large nations seem to be
struggling is to be observed in the case
of belligerently disposed school-boys
who have gained prowess with their
fists, and therefore think that they
have to maintain their reputation
among their fellows, but who are se-
cretly beginning to wonder whether
they are going, to be able to do so.
They are afraid of each other, but have
too much false pride to make over-
:tures for peace.
Of all the nations, perhaps Japan
would be the last to persuade herself
that she could propose international
disarmament without doing injury to
her reputation as a strong military and
naval power.
A peculiar light is shed upon the sub-
ject from the Japanese standpoint by
a “conservative” newspaper’s criticism
of the resolutions referred to. The
Tokio dispatch says: “The existing in-
ternational situation, in the opinion
of this newspaper, renders assurance
of permanent peace difficult, it being
pointed out that Anrerica’s refusal t
join the league of nations makes this (
fact quite evident.”
worth. Bartoldi was a merchant in
blood, the killer for hire with no pur-
pose in life but to make money in
the way body and mind found most
congenial.
As from a soldier his greeting might
There is sufficient authority behind
the announcement from Washington to
warrant the belief that the high of-
ficials of this country are contemplat-
ing a movement looking to the suspen-
sion of military preparation and pos-
sibly to the matter of disarmament;
nor would it be reasonable to suppose
that this country would take the in-
itiative in a matter of such tremendous
moment without having first sounded
the statesmen of other nations with a
view of ascertaining the probability of
those nations being represented in the
discussions to be held. It is more than
probable that, because of our com-
manding position among the nations of
earth, the call for the meeting should
eminate from America and that the first
definite proposition in the direction of
a naval holiday or of disarmament
should be made by representatives of
this country.
There has been sufficient discussion
of the subject of disarmament both in
congress and among the people to war-
rant the belief that there is a strong
element which favors the .proposition,
as well as that there are others who
would favor disarmament if accompan-
ied by a sufficient guarantee that it
would be something more than a scrap
of paper. Then there are not a few
who believe that it would be inviting
disaster for this country to halt, even
for a brief period of time, in making
ready for some struggle which they
argue is bound to develop although
just at present there is not a nation on
earch in physical or financial condition
to engage in a great war.
The existence of a tremendous na-
tional debt in every country which par-
ticipated in the recent war, the mur-
murings of the people upon whom their
debt burden rests, the suspension of
industries because of the diverting of
money into military channels and a
hundred other good and sufficient rea-
sons explain the anxiety of the world
statesmen to get together with a view
of ascertaining if there exists, any way
in which the cost of maintaining large
military establishments can in any
way be reduced. The world has reached
that point where the people will soon
be compelled to choose between peace
and starvation and it is not at all dif-
ficult to prophesy what the choice will
be.
It is altogether possible that the con-
ference will accomplish nothing more
than to make the delegates aware of
the attitude of the other members of
the body, but even this will be a step
beyond where the world at present
stands, but it cannot be believed that
a lot of earnest men, with the future
welfare of their homeland before them,
will try to make of the conference a
place of mere debate. The people
to whom the delegates must later ex-
plain their actions will demand that
something in the nature of relief shall
mark the deliberations of the confer-
ence and regardless of how extreme
may be the views of the individual
representatives, he will most likely
act as he believes the best interests of
his people would suggest.
There are probably plenty of pessi-
mists among us who hold the opinion
that nothing helpful is to come from
such a meeting; they may argue that
the various peace conferences held at
The Hague have failed to bring peace
to the earth and that therefore no
further effort should be made in this
direction. To these, a reading of the
little story of Robert Bruce and the
spider is recommended. It is more than
probable that all past efforts have
served to pave the way for what is
now to be proposed and the possibility
of another terrible war is sufficient to
influence men to try almost anything
rather than face another such world
tragedy.
None of us but can feel hopeful over
the information that an effort is to be
made which may result in a two-fold
blessing for mankind, it will make war
more remote and it will almost im-
mediately begin the reduction of a
great debt, the repayment of which is
retarding the forward progress of the
world by withholding from legitimate
enterprises such a tremendous amount
of treasure. Let us have the confer -
ence and let our best men be sent to
represent the nation. Now is the best
time the country will ever have for
the discussion of a world vital prob-
lem.
eight years ago, but if we are no long-
er a sovereign city we have rights, I
say, and Malatesta has no power to
bind us in either war or friendship.’
“Times change, Excellency, circum-
stances alter. My- Lord Malatesta
stands to you in the relationship of
overlord, and therefore as protector.”
“We protect ourselves.”
“Excellency, how long could you
protect yourselves, with a wall broken
as Siona’s is?”
“Let him let us rebuild it then. We
have asked him often enough.”
“And he has refused. Have no doubt,
Your Grace, of his friendship, but have
regard also, I beg, to his policy.”
“Tyranny!”
“Madam—” the Chancellor spoke. He
was alarmed. He saw that her temper
was more likely to grow than diminsh
wth a conversation of this sort. “Mad-
am, pray forgive me. Signor Bartoldi,
I shall press you to bear an answer
back to my Lord Malatesta, and to give
us first time for some little considera-
tion. Think, sir, My Lord Malatesta is
probably under the impression that
more money can be raised here, only
because it is our custom to make our
payments promptly and without cavil.
That is not done wihout effort, but
it is her Grace’s wish and orders that
everz effort should be made to pre-
serve good feeling with my Lord Mal-
atesta.”
“As well.” Bartoldi grinned openly
as he said it.
“But because I yield Malatesta his
lawful dues,’ broke in the Duchess, “it
is not to be assumed that he may pro-
ceed to make what demands he chooses.
I refuse the men-at-arms-—”
“Without careful consideration. Ex-
cellency?” Suggested the Chancellor.
“It needs none. I refuse, definitely.
Tell my Lord Malatesta that my ac-
quiescence in his extortionate demands
for money in the past has sprung from
my desire to avoid giving him the
slightest excuse for a repetition of
what we. have had in the past from
him. But armed men—never! I refuse
them. We can be called to account for
that by whomever he uses them against
and that I will not have. Let me keep
his wars, his slaughterings, his
burnings and starvations, and all the
the rest of that devilish business to
himself. I will not see Siona involved.”
“You will vex him, madam.”
“At least, we must be consulted,” put
in the Chancellor.
“No!” said the Duchess.
Bartoldi replied to them both. “My
Lord will not consult you. His plans,
his alliances and enmities are part of
his own policies, and because he .relies
upon your assistance, that carries no
obligation on his part to take you into
his confidences. Madam, I warn you,
the matter is serious. He looks to you
for cheerful and willing assistance.
“He will not get it.” She rapped it
out uncompromisingly. :
“That is your answer, Excellency?”
“That is my answer. I stand by it,
And let my Lord Malatesta know that
if he presses me again he may drive
me to take steps to perserve what lit-
tle independence is still left me.”
“Revolt). madam?” asked Bartoldi,
openly contemptuous.
“I have not said so. Only, let my
Lord Malatesta consider, since Siona
•has been almost an open purse to him,
whether it is worth while to excite
feelings here which will certainly do
him no good.”
“Nor you.”
“Granted—but my hurt is no profit
to him.”
Bartoldi turned it over in his mind,
not a very deep mind, perhaps. “Well,
now, putting that on one side for the
present, and touching this open purse—
I thought I understood that you pro-
posed to draw the string tight?”
“I can only tell you that the purse
is empty.” •
“But a little pressure—”
“Sir,” the Chancellor assured him,
“on my.word we are come to the limits
of what our people will endure.”
“But surely a little pressure—?”
“They.talk of revolt, even under the
present levy,, rather than be stripped.”
“Then—” Bartoldi rolled it out
slowly. It was evident that he had
been stuffed with what he was now
discharging— “Then, it appears that we
Shall have to come to Siona again and
makepur levy direct.” He watched her
helmet, not so much a civilian, or even
a salutation, as an acknowledgment
that he admitted himself to be with-
in speaking distance.
“Greetings, Excellency.” He clicked
his spurred heels together, and from
under his jerkin produced a folded
parchment tied and sealed.
“I bring with me a written message
from my master my Lord Malatesta of
Missona, and place it in- your hands.”
He offered it to the Duchess. She
accepted it, glanced at it, and handed
it to her Chancellor.
Bartoldi saluted again. “Now, not
from my Lord Malatesta, but from—”
The Duchess interrupted in surprise.
“But, a moment. The answer first
to this.”
“There is no answer, madam.”
“But doubtless my Lord Malatesta
asks—”
“He asks nothing. It is an order.”
“An order!” Her eyes opened. “My
Lord Malatesta sends the Duchess of
Siona his orders!”
Bartoldi shrugged his shoulders. “I
carry out instructions, Excellency.”
She was flaming, yet kept herself
in hand. “Ah, but wait, Malatesta or-
ders his dinner from his cooks—let’s
see what the orders from the Duchess
of Siona.” A bright led spot showed
in each cheek.
“Madam—” ventured the Chancellor,
looking at her apprehensively.
“Open, open,” she commanded. He
undid the cord, spread the parchment
out, adjusted his spectacles. She took
the document impatiently from him,
her eye darkened as she ran over the
contents. She crushed it up in her
hand and faced Bartoldi. He waited
stolidly for the outburst he felt was
coming.
“The man’s mad!” she exclaimed.
“You allude to my master?”
“I allude to my Lord Maatesta. I say
he’s mad. Chancellor, read.” She
thrust the parchment into the old man’s
hands and with arms folded on her
breast stared at Bartoldi. The con-
dottiere remained unmoved and waited
calmly.
The Chancellor gave a little groan.
“Monstrous!” he ejaculated.
“Incredible!” burst out the Duchess.
She snatched the message from the old
man’s hands, held it out in one hand,
and striking it repeatedly with the
back of her other and addressed Bar-
toldi excitedly. “This is madness, the
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how they dread it!)
Today’s question: “Do you believe
that Prohibition Will Work?”
Herbert Raymond, clerk in whoesale
anchor house: “Of course it will work,
provided you have the right tempera-
ture. This should be around seventy-
five degrees.”
Clifford Tallmadge, ' curator and
Egyptologist: “It is working. well at
my house. Sorry we didn’t think of it
before.”
Thomas Hyde, organist Ninth Re-
formed Presbyterian church: “I steril-
ize my rubber boots by boiling, and
jump on a tubful of grapes. I get
saunterne from white grapes and claret
from red.”
A. Anderson, designer of aeroplanes:
“I’ll say it will. I’ll go further and say
it does. , All .you. have to remember is
to check it.”
P. Bissell, dealer in telephone post-
holes: “Work? It works while I sleep.
All I do is skim the bottle?.”—Chicago
Tribune.
His Preference.
“Under the constitution,” began the
presiding elder, “every man has a right
to life, liberty and the pursuit of hap-
piness.”
“Them that wants to can pursue
happiness,” replied Gap Johnson of
Rumpus Ridge, Ark., “but I druther
have have it brung to me.”—Kansas
City star.
“Excellency,” went on the Chancellor
despondently, “we arrive at the plain
fact that our position here grows im-
possible. The taxes—let me be frank
with you—are monstrous.”
“But what can we do? Malatesta
lays his imposts on us; we have noth-
ing to do but pay—surely they see
that?”
“They grow tired of paying. It's very
human.”
“But what will happen to them, to
the city, if we do not pay? Is Malatesta
to come here again? Have they for-
gotten his last coming?” She shud-
dered.
“No. But that’s eight years ago.
They forget or at least they think less
of that than they used.’
“That’s folly.”
“It’s human.”
She looked at him thoughtfully, then
spoke. “And they speak of revolt—
against me? What good can that do
them? Malatesta would still levy.”
“Madam,”—he spoke with some hesi-
tation—“with this talk or revolt you
understand goes the idea that they
may secure a new dealer, a head of
the city who can hold his own with
Malatesta, and make, compel, fresh
terms.”
“They mean war?”
“I would not say that. Their idea,
I fancy, is that with stronger leading
Siona has power to force a fresh sale
of levy without fighting. On this, too
spairingly on him. It must out; he
gulped it out, “Of your marriage.”
She stopped abruptly, stared at him
freezingly. “They have dared!” '
“Excellency, face1 our situation. We
are overtaxed. We have to deal with
our overlord Malatesta, who will not
see fairness. Nay, who deliberately
plans unfairness. What’s his object?
Your ruin.”
Her lips tightened. She said nothing.
He went on: “You are but a girl, I am
an old man. Malatesta’s a tiger and
means to devour us. There you have
it. That’s the wisdom of the common
folk, and, oh, my dear young lady,
it’s not far wrong.” He spoke with feel-
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