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GALVESTON TRIBUNE.
FOUR
Poetry and Persiflage
A ROMANCE % MYSTERY
WORTHY HALL
APPEAL TO THE SOUTH.
in Sight.‘‘ Two
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rather
teacher,
the
either.—Philadelphia
and seaworthy, but
failed to recognize that so
ple have
this section of
much depended upon
SANCTUM SIFTINGS
and do
the South Shore.
Honestly, after I’ve
without
—Chicago Tribune.
the
“Oh!” said
as
Why not a synthetic substitute for
kaiser?—Wall Street Journal.
than
upon
Member of the Associated Press.
The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to
the use for republication of all news dispatches
credited to it or not otherwise credited in this
paper, and also the local news published herein.
built
have
Dy.
see
it.
Some Would Rather Die Than Diet.
Food control only asks that you diet
for your country; not die.—Baltimore
American.
any other way,
Inquirer.
“Auto Robbers
“The coal supply may be conserved
1 by burning waste matter.”—headline.
As for instance, the Congressional
] Record, and the Committee on Public
I Information’s Daily Bulletin.
Member American Newspaper Publishers’ Ass’n, Southern Newspaper Publishers’
' Ass’n. and Audit Bureau of Circulations.
“ Dilly Dunnyand lisTrienc
64/David Core
Hoover, Spare That Soap.
We can do without sausage and beef-
stake and ham,
A paper darts before
sees
A line, “No Peace
soldiers pass,
No Objection.
Chemistry Prof.—We will now take
poison.
Soph—Go ahead.—Pitt Panther.
Copyright by 1
Collier’s Weekly and The Bobbs-Merrill Company.
Sure.
Naggsby—Lend me $500 to get a di-
vorce?
Waggsby—Liberty loan, eh--Farm
Life.
Eastern Offices.
New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
sugar and dope.
But civilized woman can’t do without
soap.
War Styles.
“Say, Bill, did you see the dress on
that girl who just passed?”
“No, I didn’t; did you?”—Penn State
Froth.
Imagine the strain Chicago is un-
der—with grand opera and the stock-
yards going at full blast.
the crews
set off
band;
Does the statistician live who could
make an intelligent estimate of the
amount of labor put into the knitting
industry?—Buffalo Enquirer.
TUESDAY, JANUARY 25, 1913.
Rigors of the Ohio Winter.
Grandpa' Bibbins’ false teeth were
cracked by the frost last Thursday
’night.—Piqua, Ohio, Paper.
farmer who saw
she looked hardly more
“I should say so!”
Ballin’s cousin gazed ‘out over
harbor.
“There!
a more
Well-
seventeen; and she had ataken
and depth followed the cut.
You never in your life saw
wonderful purple than that!
A Needed Improvement.
Under the present arrangement there
is much guessing in the cheap seats,
not as the persons on the stage, but as
to the persons in the theater boxes. In
the model theater there should be uni-
formed announcers with megaphones to
announce arrivals as follows:
Mrs. Van Twiller Van Tank, with
Rexford wants you to dodge me
the time.”
“But she does—she did on the
Two soft-cheeked boys, for all their
swaggering strut. .
An old man, weak about the eyes and
knees,
Climbs up the temple steps and tries
the brass
And sacred iron gates—and finds
them shut.
—Louis Untermeyer, The Forum.
Man, But Fail to Get His Cash.”—head-
line. A large part of which is entirely
superfluous.
that they were not only well
transport provisions and munitions to
the battle front, and the people of demonstrated that they were equal to
Now let me see. We left off in the
last story just where the kind Police-
man Dog took away the wicked hawk
and little Miss Cricket sang her song
telling the rabbit family how she had
saved them from that bad, wicked
bird.
Well, nobody felt like sleeping any
more that night, so they all went down
and made the Victrola play songs un- !
til breakfast time. And then Mrs Bun-
ny made some lovely hot carrot flour
cakes and pumpkin seed coffee and
lettuce marmalade, and after that Mr.
Lucky Lefthindfoot went 'out to the
barn and got out the Luckysnowbile,
for he had to go down to the court-
house, you know, to make a complaint
against Robber Hawk.
Well, pretty soon the old gentleman
rabbit and Billy Bunny came to the
Rabbitville courthouse, and after ty-
ing the Luckysnowbile to the hitch-
ing post and throwing the big Buffalo
Robe over the engine so it wouldn’t
get the croup they went in to see the
judge, who was a big Turkey Gobbler
with a very red face. And, oh, my. He
looked very solemn with his long black
robe and pair of black rimmed spec-
tacles. And then he said in a dread-
ful hard voice:
“Bring in the prisoner,” and then in
came the Policeman Dog leading Rob-
ber Hawk by a long rope which he
had tied around his neck. And the
other end he had tied to his belt so
as not to take any chances of that
; wicked old bird getting awav.
splendid showing made by the destroy-
ers sent across the Atlantic by Uncle
Sam to do their part in discouraging
the operations of the Hun U-boats.
Under the severest sort of tests the
little American vessels have shown
Hollister. “She is a good
Credit When It’s Due.
Bert L. Taylor, the brilliant colyum-
nist of. the Chicago Tribune, has the
following to say anent the origin of
•“My Tuesdays are meatless:”
“This column is pillaged so shame-
lessly that you might think we didn’t
care when a contemporary was looted;
but we do. So, having traced the jin-
gle, ‘My Tuesdays are meatless,’ to its
source, we credit Will M. Cressy of
the New York Star.
this section will indicate their ability
to meet a condition and will furnish
the world an example of self-denial
such as has never been equaled since
the memorial days of the war between
the states. It is because of the preva-
lent optimism of the South that peo-
How Dear!
Convers Ation—I have two rooms
now; isn’t that great?
Rep R Tee—Too suite for anything!
—Harvard Lampoon.
Attack Newspaper
It’s generally known now. I don’t
any use in being foolish about
We spent five weeks—and those
the eyes; one
The Second Post!
Gents i have three hundred and fifty
Poams that i have composed Myself,
can you yse the same, they are com-
posed on all subjects. Yours very re-
spectfuley,etc.—Received by a pub-
lishing house.
THE VALUE OF A BOND.
Austin Statesman:
If anyone should offer for sale a
batch of one-dollar bills at 95 cents
each, he would be taken for a counter-
feiter or a fool. Yet these bills are
no more valuable than the bonds of-
fered by the American government to
cover its war expenses.
The paper dollar and the silver dol-
lar are worth a dollar each because
the American government guarantees
their value. The liberty bond or the
war savings stamp has the same guar-
antee behind it with the added promise
of interest. The bond increases in val-
ue with age, while the dollar is al-
ways a dollar. The dollar is redeem-
able atany time, but, except when
thrown upon the market in large num-
bers, the bonds are easily convertible
at their face value or at a premium.
A statement displaying little origi-
nality, but which is worth repeating
because of its truth is this: If our
country’s bonds and its other war pa-
per are not good investments, nothing
else in the country may be termed a
good investment. For all we have is
behind the bonds and the stamps as
well as behind the dollars with which
we buy them.
No American is surprised at
thority may cause friction, it must not
be presmued that there is any less pa-
triotism in the nation or any lessen-
ing of desire to bring the war to a vic-
toridus end. We are merely learning
the methods of Mars and being new
at the business, we. blunder. But we
are aimed in the right direction and
will soon find our bearings. Let the
people remain confident and stand with
the administrative forces.
the task assigned them. The vessels
thus far have developed only minor
damage from the ceaseless work and
these have been promptly remedied by
the experts who have been charged
with the duty of keeping the vessels
in perfect condition. None of us are
anxious for the large fighting ships to
get into a great sea battle, but if it
should so happen that they do, it is
believed they, too, will show them-
selves capable of upholding the honor
of a great nation.
“You see
We can do without mutton
without lamb,
We can do without wheat,
her about
without se-
himself, - he
CHAPTER XIV.
“I’m so glad I've found somebody
who enjoys it exactly as I do,” said
Ballin’s cousin, with enthusiasm.
Hollister regarded her with profound
admiration. She was in white linen,
“with white shoes and a white felt hat
When Did She Go Over the Tops?
As an example of the zeal shown by
the Red Cross ladies, who are knitting
for the soldiers, Mrs. Lou Graff of
Elkhorn resolved to knit a pair of
socks in a day and accomplish the feat.
—Harvard, III., Independent.
It is said that "bolsheviki" is in no
standard dictionary, which is not
strange when it is considered that the
bolsheviki are not up to standard in
got ahead of me. There’s the facts!”
She was obviously satisfied, but
there remained one detail of Miss Rex-
ford’s indictment.
(To Be Continued.)
one diamond tiara, $98,000; one dia-
mond stomacher, $45,875.45; one pearl
necklace, $235,000; nine rings aggre-
gating $567,980; one brooch, $56,985.65.
Gown by Lady Bluff Jordan, shoes by
Shomekare and Co., lorgnettes by Bif-
fany, coat of arms by the Elcelsior
Cloak and Suit company, dentistry by
Pullem and Payne, small talk and
repartee by the “Smart Set” and “Van-
ity Fair.”—Roy K. Moulton.
the rhinoceros—I
“How much trouble it would save—
if people only used it!”
“What’s that?”
“A sense of humor.”
“Oh! Yes—certainly.”
I think that’s the real reason 1
took Miss Rexford with me—on ac-
count of that.”
the country; so long as enough for the
day’s needs could be found on the table
of the Southern farmer, he appeared to
fee content to let the morrow take care
of itself. He is being convinced that
he has perhaps erred in following the
lines of least resistence and it may
have been that it has waited for the
present war to convince the Southern
farmer that he was an essential part
of the national food asset.
The state of Texas is a part of the
South and the state of Texas has been
delinquent in measuring up to the ex-
pectation of a great agricultural state.
Texas has often boasted that it could
live off itself and still be able to con-
tribute to the needs of others. Now is
a most appropriate time for Texas to
make good on the boast. Mi. McAdoo
is making no effort to array one sec-
tion of the nation against another, he
is simply calling the attention of the
thoughtful people of one section to an
opportunity now presented them of
contributing in large measure to a
national need. In a climate where cul-
tivation of the land can be maintained
for some ten months in the year Lit
calls for no long argument to prove
that the transportation administrator
is right in asking that the South aban-
don some of its old practices and show
• the balance of the nation that we
recognize an obligation and an oppor-
tunity. With the first hours of the
coming spring let the South apply it-
self to the task of feeding itself and
also of adding to the supply of meats
of the nation and let there be no ces-
sation of effort until we have won the
the war. Let Texas take the lead.
WINTER ETCHING—FIFTH AVENUE
A spent dusk with the smoldering
afterglow,
Lemon and mauve, unnoticed alto-
gether,
Except where shining cars or pol-
ished leather
Catch and distort the sky. The dull
shades grow
Still duller as the brilliant overflow
Streams gayly from the shops, and
in high feather
The world goes home through an
electric weather;
Laughter beats on this twilight like
a blow.
PLAYING AT WAR.
El Paso Times.
The United States is now the only
country on the globe which is building
automobiles for pleasure use. This
calls sharply to one’s mind that the
rest of the world is at war, and it
should force us to remember the dras-
tic proceedings along other lines put
in force by the governments of Great
Britain, Canada, Australia, France and
Italy to conserve for the ravenous
war god. If we, should take time to
read a little of what has been done in
those countries which have been in the
fight for more than three years, we
can readily see, and as readily admit,
that thus far we of America have only
been playing at economy and conser-
vation. We have saved some fuel and
eaten a little less sugar, we have an-
nounced with a flourish of trumpets
our “meatless” and "wheatless" days,
we have been promised all sorts of
things and have made all sorts of
promises, but when all is said, the fact
remains that most of us are still on a
Giant airplanes capable of carrying
a dozen men and half a dozen machine
guns are being seriously contemplated
by the war board. Just as the super-
dreadnaught is the development of the
iron-clad fighting ship of the civil war,
so it is proposed to bring into being a
great air fighter capable of taking'
part in the big battles of land or sea.
The basis of the new development is
the splendid action ,of the Liberty
motor, a combination of the best fea-
tures of all the known engines. It ap-
pears that this new motor has exceed-
ed expectations and encourages the be-
lief that it can be successfully used in
a great airship capable of fighting
with the "tank” and in a much wider
field of activity.
don’t believe there are such things!”
She smiled down at Hollister, who
was reclining on the grass at her feet.
She herself was seated on a wall of
pure limestone, overlooking the Great
Harbor and the shimmering, gem-like
Isle of White set in the,deep blue wa-
ter. Behind them a semicircle of sage
palms, flanked by Spanish bayonet,
screened them from the roadway; di-
rectly before them, a lawn ran down
to the lapping waves—a lawn of nat-
ural growth, with color picked out
here and there by bell-like convolvulus
and passion flowers, and frangipani,
and rose geraniums.
“I almost know I’m dreaming—or
dead,” said Hollister. “My sense of
color has gone numb. Why—it jumps
out and assaults you! ' It bats you
over the head! Anywhere — any-
where—” He drove his thumb-nail
into a leaf of the Spanish bayonet, and
a purple liquid of incredible brilliance
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could probably write free verse about
it. .
“You’ve been here three times? Then
I do envy you. How did you happen
to come in the first place?”
“It was on our honeymoon,” said
Mrs. Cloud.
Hollister glanced up quickly.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” To his relief, he
perceived that her eyes were quite
clear and untroubled; indeed, her mien
was reminiscent of no shattered sen-
timent, of no gnawing regret. “I didn’t
intend to—to—”
“Very likely Ned told you,” she said
calmly, “that we were always unhap-
gone away from them, I’m like the
that’s what keeps me dazzled all the
time. It isn't simply color on the out-
side—it’s color underneath!”
“And that’s the reason,” said Ballin’s
cousin, "why some people are unhappy
down here. They can’t stand the com-
parison, and they feel it, and dislike
it. The light’s too brilliant, and the
shade too dark. Now my brother-in-
law—’ ’
Hollister had to grin at the mental
picture. That morning he had ob-
served Mr. Cloud, in cork helmet and
doeskin, striding in austere solemnity
through the tropical plaza—and Mr.
Cloud had looked like a shy and re-
tiring-child pretending that he was Du
Chaillu. Ballin’s cousin, oh the con-
trary, was .a part of the scenery. She
adorned it; she supplemented it. She
wore Bermuda like a gorgeous cloak,
fitted to her complexion and her grace.
She reminded Hollister simultaneously
of the native lily, and the native hibis-
cus, and a number of other fanciful
and decorative flowers. He rather
wished he could tell
this; he thought that
riously inconveniencing
herself an air of freedom and buoy-
ancy which quite astounded him. Until
today he had thought of her as a
wholly desirable young woman, to- be
adored certainly, but perhaps a trifle
to repressed and ultra-conventional to
be a thorough playmate; but the
change of sky seemed also to have
changed her temperament. She was
suddenly seventeen, impulsive, inspi-
rational, electrically alive. He looked
at her, and felt his heart flutter a lit-
tle; and remembered that she was a
widow—-which piqued him tremendous-
ly—and wished that he had been born
sooner, and richer.
“It takes hold of me,” he responded.
“Here I’ve known Bermuda for only a
day and a half, and it’s got me already.
I can’t get enough of it—I could stay
right in this spot for a solid week;
just that one island across there—and
I don’t know whether it’s an aquariam
or the Sea Gardens—and I wouldn’t
have enough of it then. And tnere
must be a million places—”
“There are! • I’ve been here three
times, and I’ve only scratched the sur-
face. Some day I’ll have to take you
to my own pet spots—Pink Beach, and
Coarse.
Passenger absently hands conductor
a penny instead of a jitney. Conduc-
tor—“Hey, that ain’t no fare!”—Punch
Bowl. ' /
cousin, “she said—it was so that we
wouldn’t know—because she suspected
you anyway, and if your name had;
been on the list she’d have done some-
thing—I don't know what; told Mr.
Hartwell probably—to deter you. As
it was, it was too late to do anything—
when we did know you were on board.”
Hollister exhaled prodigiously.
“But—I am a correspondent.”
“Truly?”
“Truly. It’s a commercial job, and I
had it before I met you, and before I
knew you existed: And I came to Ber-
muda on my regular work. And I
booked passage under a false name be-
cause—from what I once told you, you
might have guessed this—the sort of
work I’m doing is more or less confi-
dential. And I might have been chased
down here by somebody else. It just
happened to be important that nobody
Economy.
- He was .a hard-working and zealous
boarding school teacher, and had just
told the class that wool comes off the
sheep, and, is made into blankets and
clothing to keep us warm in cold
weather; and he proceeds to question
with a black-and-white silk
Not Positive.
“Have you been following this
trial?”
“Yes.”
“Is the defendant as beautiful as
they say?”
“Well, she is beautiful enough to be
acquitted. If you mean to ask if she
is beautiful enough for vaudeville, I
dunno.”—Louisville Courier-Journal.
little Willie, who had been
inattentive during the lesson.
“Now, Willie,” said the
“where does wool come from?”
“Off the sheep’s back, teacher,” re-
plied Willie.
“And what then?” inquired the
teacher. Willie could not answer.
“What are these made from?” asked
the teacher, touching Willie’s trousers
with the cane.
“Uncle John’s old ’uns,” replied Wil-
lie.—Pearson’s Weekly. /
basis of pleasure and business
usual—as it was before the war.
went on Ballin’s
“Officer, make a charge,” said the
old Turkey Gobbler Judge and he got
up and ruffled his feathers all up till
he looked so fierce that even Robber
Hawk trembled and shut his eyes.
“Your honor,” said the Policeman
Dog, “I arrested this wicked Hawk in
Billy Bunny’s room last night at 14
o’clock. And when you find Robber
Hawk in a rabbit’s house at 14 o’clock
at night you know he’s going to rob
the sugar bowl or steal a pound of
butter or maybe, even; a pearl neck-
lace or a diamond ring.”
“What have you to say for your-
self?” asked the Turkey Gobbler
Judge, but Robber Hawk didn’t have
anything to say. He was too frighten-
ed to speak, I guess, and so would
you have been and so would I if a
Turkey Gobbler Judge had asked us
such a question.
“Put him in jail for two months and
three years,” said the Turkey Gobbler
Judge, and then the Policeman Dog
led that bad, wicked hawk out of the
courtroom and across the little yard
to the jail, where he locked him up in
cell No. 101%.
And after that Billy Bunny and Un-
cle Lucky shook hands with the Tur-,
key Gobbler Judge and invited him
out for a ride in the Luckysnowbile,
and in the next story you shall hear
whether he went or whether he didn’t,
for there were thirteen more cases
for him to settle before 14 'oclock
that night.
The End of a Perfect Day
“Is your wife perfectly happy now?”
“Oh, yes. She has snubbed the last
of the old friends that we knew before
I made my pile in Wall street.”—
Judge. e
—somehow—untrustworthy. I know,
it’s not the most diplomatic thing in
the world for me to tell you so—but I
want to have it all straight. You’ve
done something to startle her. So what
is it? Can'you tell me?”
Hollister studied the tips of her
white shoes. He was morally convinced
that it was Miss Rexford who wasn’t
quite trustworthy, at least in so far as
Ballin’s cousin was concerned. He was
confident that Miss Rexford was filling
a double role, and that her duties as
companion were of more or less ex-
trinsic worth. He comprehended fully
the, fact that Miss Rexford was op-
posed to him on several counts. But
could he conceivably tell Ballin’s
cousin one-half of what he knew about
her, or one-tenth of what he sus-
pected?
“First,” he said, "I wonder if you’d
tell me how long you’ve known Miss
Rexford?”
“Why not? About six weeks.”
“And how did you meet her?”
“Why, Ned and Mr. Hartwell and my
brother-in-law all thought I ought to
have a companion. I think we sent to
three different agencies, and we adver-
tised, too. And Edith was the most
perfect of all the girls who applied.”
“And—I hope you’ll pardon me—but
did she have any references?”
“They couldn’t have been lovelier.
The very finest sort of letters—two or
three of them—one from Boston, and
one from Buffalo and one from Cleve-
land.”
“What I’m getting at,” said Hollis-
ter, “is how much you rely on her—
how much you value her judgment.”
“That’s the worst of it—until a day
or so ago I’d have taken her judgment
about anything.”
“And then?”
“And then,” said Ballin’s cousin, “she
began to warn me about you. Are you
horrid?”
Hollister, after an instant’s paralyzed
silence, burst out laughing, and Ballin’s
cousin finally joined with him. The
suspense, built upon, such a fragile
foundation, collapsed utterly; the two
were at ease again.
“I don’t think so,” said Hollister art-
lessly. “As a matter of fact, my real
opinion of me is that .I’m pretty decent.
And I’m sure I don’t know why Miss
were the only fairly pleasant ones I
had—and even then I had to find my
pleasure alone. He loathed Bermuda.
There isn’t anything for you to feel
sorry about.”
“That’s good,” said Hollister, “I
didn’t know, of course—” He wavered,
and then said awkwardly: • “It’s the
most incomprehensible thing to me—
it’s bothered me ever since the night
Pete Kirby brought me in to meet you
—but I can’t realize you’ve been mar-
ried; It doesn’t seem possible! You
don’t talk like a married woman—you
haven’t a married woman’s point of
view! I can’t make myself call you
by your real name. I—” He was hor-
rified at the interpretation she might
put upon this last statement. “I’m
not being forward—I mean—”
“I know. I’ve noticed you never use
my name. And—well, I don’t feel as
though I’ve been married. I suppose
Ned’s told you something—”
“Not Ned—but Pete did.”
“Well, he knows as much as Ned
does. You see—it was hasty, and—
and thoughtless. Mr. Cloud wasn’t very
well, and he was lonely, and his mon-
ey wasn’t doing him any good—and I
was young and lonely, and restless—
and it was just like that!” She snap-
ped her fingers, to indicate speed.
“Sometimes I’m honestly thankful that
it came out this way—he doesn’t suf-
fer any more, and I don’t annoy him.
If he’d lived, I’d always have annoyed
him, and I’d have been more and more
lonely.”
“You would!”
“Oh, yes. We never were congenial.
He hated spontaneity. He hated life—
I mean active life. He wanted to glue
himself to one place, and stay there
forever. He didn’t like people. He
wanted absolute, dead placidity—to
study, and read, and play Canfield. And
after the first few days I know I an-
noyed him—he told me so—and I used
to leave him at the hotel with his
books, and wander around by myself.
I don t think he knew that there was
any color here. And—when a man on
his honeymoon wants to be left alone
all day to read—I’m not heartless,
really—but perhaps it is better this
way.”
Hollister’ pulled grass out by the
roots in handfuls.
“Is Mr. Cloud—I mean your brother-
in-law—much like your—your hus-
band?” *
Y-e-e-s—a little bit. He has a bet-
ter sense of humor, though.”
“Better!”
“His brother hadn’t any,” said Bal-
lin’s cousin.
“And it may only be because it was
.my own disappointment, but—anyway,
I think that’s one thing that’s enough
to wreck almost any marriage.”
Secretary McAdoo has made an ap-
peal to the South to raise its own food-
stuffs. He has not passed over the
authority granted Administrator Hoo-
ver in order to meddle with food mat-
ters, but as director general of the
transportation facilities of the nation,
he appeals to this section to feed it-
self and thus relieve the railroads of
a tremendous burden in the hauling of
foodstuffs and feed into a section
which should be independent of the
balance of the world so far as provid-
ing its own subsistence is concerned.
In this Mr. McAdoo is not only en-
tirely consistent, but demonstrates his
farsightedness as well.
But the transportation director is
not the original discoverer of a con-
dition which should never have been
permitted to exist. For a great many
years the thoughtful leaders of the
South have been urging upon the peo-
ple this very same idea—of largely
supplying its own food needs, but lit-
tle or no attention has been paid the
appeal; it has been so much easier to
sell cotton and buy bacon that the
South has practically ceased to raise
its own need of swine. This would be
bad enough, but it does not stop here,
for the gatherer of statistics has dis-
covered that Texas alone purchases
millions of pounds of butter each year
from other sections of the country.
The South should hold practically a
monopoly of the poultry industry, yet
blessed ■with a climate making this
section particularly adaptable for poul-
try raising, the South finds itself at
certain seasons of the year calling on
the cold storage plants of the North
and West to tide it over a shortage of
both eggs and poultry. This list of
what the South could produce and
should produce in the way of food-
stuffs is a tremendously long one and
could be materially shortened if the
people could be awakened to the fact
that necessity now demands what in-
clination has failed to bring to pass.
An appeal to the patriotism of the
South is an appeal that will be heeded.
The “South has contributed freely of
her sons to fight the nation’s battles
and let the South once be convinced
that the safety of her boys rests large-
ly upon the ability of the railroads to !
In a multitude of council there is
safety reads the old proverb, and ap-
parently the nation’s lawmakers be-
lieve that the larger is made the body
of men who have the conduct of the
war, the better the chances for our
success. It is proposed now to bring
into being what is to be termed a su-
preme council of three persons to
which body is to be referred all ques-
tions arising between the various de-
partments having to do with the con-
duct of war. It is to be hoped that the
creation of this body will not serve to
confuse matters after the manner of
some of the other affairs that have
been placed in the hands of adminis-
trators. While the overlapping of au-
It Does Help.
“You seem happy, Dolores.”
' “I am.”
“Is Ferdy paying you more atten-
tion?”
“No; but since this three-cent post-
age came in he has stopped' writing to
a lot of out-of-town girls.”—Louis-
ville Courier-Journal.
vonian, and she has here. And she
tells me things—”
“What things?”
“Well—do you really want me to be
specific?”
“Please.”
“She—you remember once we found
you in a steamer chair, and you were
tearing a page off a pad of paper? She
said that was the impression of a letter
she’d written. She’d finished only the
first page of it, and started out to get
me to take some exercise—and—
then—”
“Suppose I did tear off a page,” said
Hollister promptly. “Now it so hap-
pened that it was my pad—and my
pencil. It was soft paper and a hard
pencil, so naturally there would have
been an impression on the under sheet.
But—did either of you see what was
on the sheet I tore off?”
“Why—no.”
He was so sure that she was inno-
cent of Miss Rexford’s character, and
so sure that this was no meet occasion
for him to file a presentment, that he
took refuge in finesse.
“Isn’t it possible that instead of an
impression, there were black pencil
marks on it? Can’t you admit that I
might not have noticed any impression
—and written a lettei’ myself over it—
and put that in my pocket when I
saw you?" He waited desperately. “As
a usual thing,” he said, “if I’m sitting
down writing, and some people I’d like
to go with come along, I quit work—
and if I’m where I can’t put my letter
out of the public eye any other way,
I generally put it in my pocket.”
Ballin’s cousin sat with her hands
idle in her lap... *
“That’s just-what I told her—and
then she said—oh, it’s foolish! I know
it is! But I want to hear you deny it—
she said you’re a fortune hunter! She
said you- weren’t the sort of corre-
spondent such as you told us about—
she said you were poor—and somehow
you’d scraped up some money, and
come to live at the Aspinwall so as to
—to have a better chance to find a—a
girl with a lot of money—and you—
you followed us down here—” By this
time her face was burning; and Hollis-
ter’s no less. “So I wish you'd—tell
me yourself—”
Hollister scrambled to his feet, and
stood before her.
“Mrs. Cloud—I can’t begin to tell you
how—why, that’s—that’s the most
damnable—I beg your pardon a thou-
sand times, but—”
“It was a good healthy one,” she
reassured him.
“I never knew you were on the De-
vonian until I saw Mr. Cloud! I
thought you were going to Palm
Beach! And when I saw you—”
“But why did you book your passage
under an assumed -name?"
Hollister’s hair stood on end, and his
tongue stuck to his jaws.
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“Were you expecting funds?”
"Yes—from New York. Identifica-
tion waived.”
“For how much?”
“About two hundred dollars.”
“Identification waived,” verified the
clerk, penciling a' memorandum. “Yes
■—we were advised yesterday. I’ll give
you a draft directly—you can cash it
at the Bank of Bermuda.” 3
"Thank you,” said Hollister.
' “One moment, please.” He took the
last of the outgoing cable forms from
the counter. “Just as soon as I’ve filed
this.’ One moment---” He read un-
consciously aloud, checking off the
words. “Hartwell, New York—Impera-
tive come complications—Rexford,"
He slashed a pencil mark diagonally
across the form, and empaled it on a
file. “Now, sir—I’ll make out your
draft,”
Hollister whistled. Miss Rexford had
lost no time in summoning the man
she scarcely knew! Complications!
What complications? Was it possible
that he himself had brought about
complications enough to justify a
cablegram to Hartwell bearing an im-
perative summons? Was his petty
wrangle with Miss Rexford of such
vital import?
“Tommyrot!” said Hollister to him-
self. “Maybe she thinks I’m trying to
kidnap the girl!”
He stuffed away the draft, and went
slowly down the tropic length of Front
street to the tiny Bank of Bermuda.
deal of a. joker, isn’t she?”
She has a very lovely character.”
Ballin’s cousin lowered her eyes to
Hollister’s. “There’s only one thing
about her that doesn’t please me.”
“Am I to ask what it is?"
“I’d tell you anyway—she doesn’t
like you.”
Hollister sat up straight.
Id noticed that—and it happened
to displease me, too, because I—rather
liked her."
“I wanted to have a little chat with
you about it,” said Ballin’s cousin. “I
can’t keep things smoldering’—I like
to have ’em over with—put ’em out or
let ’em burn up, one or the other. And
you’re a friend of Ned’s and Mr. Kir-
by’s—and I had to have a talk with
you. And—I want you to understand_
I wouldn’t do it unless—I wanted to be
friends with you.”
Hollister, grave under her scrutiny,
felt the warmth coming into his
cheeks.
“And I do with you—very much.”
“Well, then,” said Ballin’s cousin,
with a certain sweet authority which
was very alluring. “What have you
done to make* Edith think you’re not
quite for— for my society?” She
hastened to detach herself from the
imputation. “You’ll remember, won’t
you, that I’m only quoting?
She seems to feal that you’re
It was perfectly logical ano with no
attempt to evade a responsibility that
Arthur J. Balfour, British foreign min-
ister, informed the Netherland govern-
ment that it should look to Germany
and not to the entente allies for reim-
bursement of the value of Dutch ships
sunk by submarine attacks. Not a
single neutral vessel would be molest-
ed by the British, French or American
naval ships so long as those vessels
were engaged in legitimate trade; it
was Germany who notified the world
that no flag would be respected by the
German under water boats; it has been
Germany who has persisted in viola-
ting every recognized international
agreement touching the navigation of
the seas. The entente powers are not
pirating, they are waging war. -
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