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FOUR
II
WALL STREET
IR
by
Frederick Orin Bartlett
GETTING TO ROCK BOTTOM.
F
She began
It was
Farnsworth
would take that one—as
—R. K. M.
SANCTUM SIFTINGS
Dil
1011
David Cory
I
He was the one who married Dodger’s
widow.”—Baltimore American.
to cry again. It was not
the sense of injustice that
fair,
now
brought a good report from my teach-
er you would give me a shilling, but I
didn’t.”
What the emperor of Germany said
to the emperor of Austria during their
recent meeting was nothing like what
the governor of North Carolina is re-
puted to have said to the governor of
South Carolina.
If the
fraction
The United States has increased her
loan to Serbia to nine millions.of dol-
lars, just as soon as we loan them 30
cents more, the nation will belong to
us.
A man in Memphis tried to cut his
throat rather than go to jail; it’s terri-
ble to think of what the condition of
some jails will drive men to.
“I
died
“Oh,
In the old forsaken ’dobe
Coyotes slink and barn owls slither,
And the swoop of seeking buzzard
Haunts the pinon scented air;
On the hearth a ruby cactus
Bloom—a strangely twisted candle,
When the wind from off the mesa
Makes its petals flame and flare.
On the shelf within the ’dobe,
There are cups of clay, soft colored,
In a nook, a cedar cradle,
And a thimble, and a glove,
While around the ruins, mountains,—
Purpled with the wine of shadow,—
Cast a wistful benediction
On the broken dream of love.
—Jennie Harris Oliver in Contemporary
Verse.
A Loyal Traitor.
The German nation now to aid
Will cause disapprobation:
Still we intend with hoe and spade
To assist the germination.
—Lehigh Burr.
Smokeless Powder.
A little powder
Now and then
Is used to fool
The best of men.
—Youngstown Telegram.
The way the women
Powder now
They couldn’t fool
A purblind cow.
—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Affirmatively Speaking.
I like to see a little dog,
And pat him on the head;
He never says “uh-huh” or “yeh”
When asked if he’d be fed.
—Chicago Tribune.
Copyright, 1916, by Frederick Orin Bartlett, All Rights Reserved.
Printed by Permission of, and by Special Arrangement With,
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY.
A Budding Diplomat.
“Papa,” said James, “wouldn’t you
be glad if I saved a shilling for you?”
“Certainly, my son,” said papa, so de-
If a Democratic administration wins
this war we feel sure some Republican
politicians will never get over it.—
Montgomery Advertiser.
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.
Eastern Offices.
New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
lighted at this evidence
business ability that he
youth a penny.
“Well, I saved it all
the chief executive.
NOT A CREED WAR.
Fort Worth Record.
Felix M. Warberg of New York, in
an address before the National Con-
ference of Jewish Charities, declared
that the Red Cross, the Young Men’s
Christian association, Knights of Co-
lumbus and other such organizations
in war work, have done much in re-
moving religious prejudice, in bringing
all factions together for the common
good of mankind. Then war has its
blessings as well as its curses. Fanati-
cism in other ages cursed mankind and
bigotry had millions of murdered men
and women and children to its credit.
Thank God, this is not a Avar of bigotry
and persecution. It is a war of democ-
racy and liberty, for the rights of all
mankind irrespective of creed or color,
and for the principles which underlie
that greater cause upon which is based
the fatherhood of God and the broth-
erhood of men.
Poetry and Persiflage
Prayer Before an Attack.
It ain’t as I ’opes ‘E'll keep me safe
While the other blokes goes down,
It ain’t as I wants to leave this world
.And wear an ’ero’s crown.
It ain’t for that as I says my prayers
When I goes to the attack,
But I pray that whatever comes my
way
I may never turn me back.
I leaves the matter o’ life and death
TO the Father who knows what’s
best.
And I prays that I still may play the
man
Whether I turns east or west.
—“Woodbine 'Willie, From “Rough
Rhymes of a Padre,” published by
George H. Doran Company.
selected his stenographers.
her best, and no one Avould help her.
Even he made it as hard for her as
possible. On top of that he had added
this new insult. He wished a wife,
and if he could not have this one he
The Man Who Regretted.
don’t believe when old Dodger
a single soul regretted him.”
yes, I know one man who did.
He had
“Lazy bones, where have you been?
Don’t you know it is a sin
To leave your Avork fcr fun and play
And fritter all your time away?
rnu*002, min I =5, 1V18.
pulp, and then he spread it in layers
and waited for it to harden into a very :
good kind of coarse paper.
"Helloa," said the little rabbit, and
then Mr. Wasp stopped working and
looked around.
“Don’t bother me,” he said; “I must
finish these little paper cells before my
pulp gets too hard,” and he set to work
again to make a lot of little paper-
box rooms in the side of the sandy
bank.
“Well, goodby,” said Billy Bunny, and
he hopped away, for he didn’t like Mr.
Wasp very well and neither does Mr.
Bee, for this disagreeable wasp will
rob a bee-hive, for he is very fond of
eating1 honey, although he doesn’t make
any.
“Gracious me!” exclaimed the little
rabbit, “how busy everybody is. I must
find something to do.” And then, all of
a sudden, he remembered that he had
forgotten to polish the brass door knob
that morning. So he hurried back to
the Old Brier Patch and when he reach-
ed it he saw his mother on the front
porch.
“I forgot to shine the door knob,”
said the little rabbit. And then Mrs.
Bunny began to sing:
I. W. W. has done even a
of the damage indicated by
the delay, it leaves.the matter open for
the guessers to decide what has hap-
pened. From what can be. surmised
from the press dispatches, the activity
and aggressiveness of the allied air
service is one cause for the hesitation
exhibited by the Teutons. It has for a
long time been insisted that when the
allies obtained a sufficient number of
airplanes and plots the future of the
war would be pretty Avell settled; they
are now approaching a realization of
that desire and point to existing con-
ditions as proof of correctness of their
claims.
In the old, forsaken ’dobe,
Lizards dart, all green and golden,
And the rattler trails its diamond
length
Along the earthen floor.
And an old, blind, limping pinto,
Fumbling ’mong the rocks and rubble.
In the fury of the sand storm
Stumbles through the gaping door.
of budding
handed the
broke her down. She was doing
--9 ©
The Retort Ironic.
“I’m disgusted. I’m goin’ away from
here and enter the army. I’m goin’ to
join the aviation corps,” said the shift-
less man to his wife. “You can’t keep
a good man down." “You’d better,” re-
plied his mother-in-law, thinking of
his hard-working wife. "You can’t
keep a good woman up.”
Merely a Point of View.
Everybody may have a different
opinion of the same thing in this world
—that is democracy. Take, for exam-
ple, the kiss, and you will find the fol-
lowing definitions of the dear thing:
The biologists: The easiest and most
pleasant way to spread disease.
The ministers: The foundation of all
sin.
The chorus girls: A substitute for
the old-fashioned hand-shake.
The bakers: A sweet-cake having
nothing to do with affection.
The bachelors: The height of fool-
ishness.
The subdebs: The element which
makes one vampish.—Yale Record.
CONSTRUCTION VERSUS U-BOATS.
Houston Post.
The French minister of marine de-
clares that the enemy submarines are
being destroyed faster than they can
be built.
Germany claims’that the sinking of
entente vessels continues to be greatly
in excess of new construction and that
ultimately the U-boat warfare will win.
On the other hand, construction in
America is increasing by leaps and
bounds, as it is in other nations. If we
can rely upon the assurances of our
authorities, the construction is in ex-
cess of sinkings and is increasing at
a rate which will overcome the U-boat
warfare very soon.
Not long ago one of our admirals
said that the U-boat menace Avould be
practically at an end by August.
Secretary Daniels is of the opinion
that the nation is now well out of the
woods as regards a sufficient supply
of ships and can therefore afford to
shout. He states that before another
summer we shall have enough vessels
to carry not only a million troops to
France, but millions of them, and there
will be a sufficient convey to see that
the ships are not molested by subma-
rines. , This may be also taken to
mean that there will be a few vessels
left for the carrying of the trade of
the nation, and this, in turn, means
that despite the shock of war, business
will gradually resume its wonted chan-
nels.
Galveston’s delegation of Eagles,
headed for the convention at Port Ar-
thur, paraded our streets yesterday,
led by a brass band, the Stars and
Stripes and a service flag that con-
tained eighty-seven stars. It’s a cinch
that when the kaiser gives out his
final bunch of iron crosses, the Gal-
veston aerie won’t get a thing from his
nibs.—Beaumont Enterprise.
A Gentlemanly Burglar.
“Oh, Myrtle! Weren’t you frightened
to death when that burglar broke into
your room.”
“Frightened’s no name for it; I was
dressing.”
“Mercy, hoAv terribly embarrassing.
■Whatever did you do?”
“Oh, he was very considerate, he
covered me with his revolver.”—Ideal
Power.
THE RUINED ’DOBE. .
In the sunlight and the moonlight,
In a 10AV hung desert starlight,
Stands an old forsaken ‘dobe.
Like a grim, distorted dream;
And its lidless eye looks westward,
Its low ceiling seeps, and crumbles,
While the bats hang down like dusty
rags
From one long rafter beam.
James, disappearing. “You said if I
right,” said
Why the Compositor Fled.
The Rev. John S. Cole preached upon
the fact that life has its chief joy and
inspiration in immorality.—-Waverly
(la.) Democrat.
GALVESTON TRIBUNE.
Beginning with June 17, the German
women residing in the United States
will be compelled to register with the
chief of police of the city in Avhich they
make their home or-with the postmas-
ter if they reside in a rural com-
munity. It is estimated that- there are
400,000 subject to this recent order of
the department of justice. After regis-
tering, these women will not be per-
mitted to move from one locality to
another without permission. The or-
der is not to be construed as indicat-
ing any suspicion of the women, but as
a precautionary measure necessitated
by the exigencies of the war.
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After Billy Bunny had left Mr. Griz-
zly Bear, whom I told you about in
the last story, he hopped along, clipper-
ty clip, lipperty lip, until he came to
the Friendly Forest Pond, where Tom-
my Otter lived. Now Tommy Otter was
a very good friend of Billy Bunny, and
although he is a sort of Avater weasel,
he isn’t at all like Mr. Wicked Weasel,
who lives on the land and eats little
rabbits.
Well, just as Billy Bunny came up
to the Pond he saw Tommy Otter sit-
ting on the bank eating a fish. Now
you know Mr. Tommy Otter is a very
dainty sort of person. He will only
eat the flakes at the back of the fish’s
neck, leaving the rest for other peo-
ple who are not so particular.
“My what a wasteful fellow you are,"
said Billy Bunny. “Don’t you knoAV
these are Avar times and that you
shouldn’t Avaste the least bit of food.”
“Never thought about it,” said Tom-
my Otter. “Glad you spoke to me. I’ll
just put the rest of this fish in the
ice box for tomorrow.” And then with
a graceful SAveep of his powerful tail
Tommy Otter disappeared under the
Avater.
..So the little rabbit hopped a way and
by and by he came across a Avasp who
was making his house. And would you
believe it, he was making his house
out of paper. First, he tore off thin
string-like pieces of decayed wood
which he mashed with his teeth into a
But what was she crying about and
making her nose all red? She should
have answered him ivith another smile
and sent him back again. Then he
would have understood that she did not
care enough even to feel the sting of
such an insult as this. For the two
days she had been here awaiting the
announcement of his marriage she had
said over and over again that she did
not care—said it the first thing upon
waking and the last thing upon retir-
ing. Even when, she woke up in the
night, as she did many times, she said
it to herself. It had been a great com-
fort to her, for it was a full and com-
plete answer to any outward thoughts
that took her unaAvare.
She did not care about him, so what
was she sniveling about and making
her nose all red? She dabbed her hand-
kerchief into her eyes and sought her
powder-box. If he had only kept away
from her everything would have been
all right. Within the next ten or eleven
days she would have readjusted her-
self and been ready to take up her
work again, with another lesson learn-
ed. She would have gone back to her
room wiser and with still more confi-
dence in herself. And now he was
downstairs, waiting for her. There
was no way she could escape him. She
must do all those things without the
help of seclusion. She must not care,
Avith him right before her eyes.
come to her because she had allowed
herself to lunch with him and dine
with him and walk with him. He had
presumed upon what she had allowed
herself to say to him. Because she had
interested herself in’ him and tried to
help him, he thought she was to be
as lightly considered as this. He had
not waited even a decent interval, but
had come to her direct from Frances—
she of the scornful smile.
Once again Sally stopped crying. If
only she could hold that smile before
her, all might yet be well. Whenever
she looked into his eyes and thought
them tender, she must remember that
smile. Whenever his voice tempted her
against her reason, she must remem-
ber that—for tonight, anyhoAv; and to-
morroAV he must go back. Either that
or she would leave. She could not en-
dure this very long—certainly not for
eleven days.
“Sally—where are you?”
It was Mrs. Halliday’s voice from
doAvnstairs.
“I’m coming,” she answered.
The supper Avas more of an epicurean
than a social success. Mrs. Halliday
had made hot biscuit, and opened a jar
of strawberry preserves, and sliced a
cold chicken which she had originally
intended for tomorrow’s dinner; but in
spite of that, she was forced to sit by
and watch her two guests do scarcely
more than nibble.
“I declare, I don’t think young folks
eat as much as they uster in my days,”
she commented.
Don tried to excuse himself by re-
referring to a late dinner at Portland;
but Sally, as usual, had no excuse
whatever. She Avas forced to endure in
silence the searching inquiry of Mrs.
Halliday’s eyes as Avell as Don’s. For
the half-hour they were at the table
she heartily wished she was back again
in her own room in NeAV York. There,
at least, she would have been free to
shut herself up, away from all eyes
but her own. Moreover, she had to
look forward to Avhat she would do at
the end of the meal. For all she saw,
she Avas going to be then in even a
worse plight than she Avas uoav. For
he would be able to talk, and she must
needs answer and keep from crying.
Above all things else, she must keep
from crying. She did not wish him to
think her a little fool as well as other
things.
She was forced to confess that after
the first five minutes Don did his best
to relieve the tension. He talked to
Mrs. Halliday about one thing and an-
other, and kept on talking. And; though
it was quite evident to her that he had
no appetite, he managed to consume
three of the hot biscuits. After supper,
when she rose to help her aunt in the
kitchen, he Avished also to help. But
Mrs. Halliday Avould have neither of
them. That made it bad for her again,
for it left her Avith no alternative but
to sit again upon the front porch with
him. So there they were again, right
back where they started.
“What did you run into the house
for?” he demanded.
“Please let’s not talk any more of
that,” she pleaded.
“But it’s the nub of the whole mat-
ter,” he insisted.
“I went in because I did not want to
talk any mere.”
“Very well. Then you needn’t talk.
But you can listen, can’t you?”
“That’s the same thing.”
“It’s exactly the opposite thing. You
can listen, and just nod or shake your
head. Then you won’t have to speak a
word. Will you do that?”
It was an absurd proposition, but
she was forced either to accept it or
to run away again. SomehoAV, it did
not appear especially dignified to keep
on running away," when in the end she
must needs come back again. So she
nodded.
“Let’s go back to the beginning,”
he suggested. “That’s somewhere to-
ward the middle of my senior year. I’ve
known Frances before that, but about
that time she came on to Boston, and
Ave went to a whole lot of dances and
things together.” 0
He paused a moment.
“I wish I’d brought a picture of her
with me,” he resumed thoughtfully,
“because she’s really a peach.”
Miss Winthrop looked up quickly.
He was apparently serious.
“She’s tall and dark and slender,” he
went on, “and when she’s all togged up
she certainly looks like a queen. She
had a lot of frineds in town,' and we
kept going about; four nights a week.
Then came the ball games, and then
Class Day. You ever been to Class
Day?”
Miss Winthrop shook her head with
a quick little jerk.
“It’s all mt sic and Japanese lanterns,
and if you’re sure of your degree it’s
a sort of fairyland where nothing is
quitesreal. You just feel at the time
that it’s always going to be like that.
It was then I asked her to marry me.”
Miss Winthrop was sitting with her
chin in her hands, looking intently at
the brick path leading to the house.
“You listening?”
She nodded jerkily.
“It seemed all right then. And it
seemed all right after that. Stuyvesant
was agreeable enough, and so I came
on to New York. Then followed Dad’s
death. Dad was a queer sort, but he
was square as a die. I’m sorry he went
before hed had a chance to meet you.
I didn’t realize Avhat good pals we were
until afterAvard. But, anyway, he did,
and he tied the property all up as I’ve
told you. Maybe he thought if he didn’t
I’d blow it in, because I see now I’d
been getting rid of a good many dol-
lars. I went to Frances and told her
all about it, and offered to cancel the
engagement. But she was a good sport
and said she’d Avait until I earned ten
thousand a year. You listening?”
She nodded. /
“Because it’s right here you come in.
I was going to get it inside a year, and
you know just how much chance I
stood. But it looked easy to her, be-
cause her father Avas pulling down
about that much a month, and not kill-
ing himself either. I didn’t know any
more about it than she did; but the
difference between us was that as soon
as I was on the inside I learned a lot
she didn't learn. I learned how hard it
is to get ten thousand a year; more
than that, I learned how unnecessary
it is to get it. That’s what you taught
me.”
“I—I didn’t mean to,” she interrupt-
ed.
“You're talking,” he reminded her.
She closed her lips firmly together.
“Whether you meant to or not isn’t
the point. You did teach me that and
a lot of other things. I didn’t know it
at the time, and Avent plugging ahead,
thinking everything Avas just the same
when it Avasn’t at all. Frances Avas
headed one way and I was headed an-
other. Then she Avent abroad, and after
that I learned faster than ever. I learn-
ed what a home can be made to mean,
and work can be made to mean, and
life be made to mean. All those things
you were teaching me. I didn’t knoAV
it, and you didn’t know it, and Frances
didn’t know it. That ten thousand
grew less and less important to me, and
all the Avhile I thought it must be
growing less and less important to her.
I thought that way after the walks in
the park and the walks in the country
and that night at Coney.”
She shuddered.
“I thought it even after she came
back—even after my talk with Stuy-
vesant. He told me I was a fool and
that Frances wouldn’t listen to me..I
didn’t believe him and put it up to
her. And then—for the first time—I
saw that what I had been learning
she had not been learning.”
Don turned and looked at the girl by
his side. It was growing dark now, so
that he could not see her .verv well:
but he saw that she was huddled up as
Director General McAdoo, of the
American railroad system, has con-
cluded that railroad presidents, as they
once were, are no longer a necessity
under the system of operation decided
upon by the government officials. Di-
rector General McAdoo has done what
many a commercial economist has sug-
gested, but which has never been done
for the simple reason that no one, up
to this time, has had both the power
and the nerve to father such a move.
Every railroad needs an executive
head, call it president, or general man-
ager, or by whatever other title may
appear to fit. No one has ever disputed
this need, but it shas time and again
been pointed out that the salaries paid
these heads were out of proportion to
the abilities of the’ men, as a rule. It
must be acknowledged that there are,
and have been some men who are worth
to their companies many times their
weight in gold every year; but it does
not follow that because the title of
president has been conferred upon a
man it automatically entitles him to
a tremendous salary ...which ofttimes
must be paid at the expense of the
men who are carrying out the orders of
All railroads may look alike to the
casual observer, but there are long
railroads and short lines, busy rail-
roads, and others where one or two
trains a day will meet every require-
ment, yet each must have its president,
and each president must be paid a large
salary, and furnished with a private
car, and the dignity of his office rec-
ognized in a number of other expensive
Avays, but since the nation has taken
charge, and made all the railroads part
of one gigantic system, it has been
found that the number of executive
officers can be considerably reduced
without impairing the efficiency of
the property, and this is what Mr. Mc-
Adoo is apparently working toward. It
has also been a known fact that here
and there men have been appointed to
the office of president of a railroad
who had no greater claim to this dis-
tinction than was indicated by the
block of stock owned by the man or his
family or friends. There will be no
more of this class of presidents oc-
cupying offices in the big buildings
where the company’s headquarters are
located. It will be almost entirely on
the score of merit that the appoint-
ment of managers will hereafter be
made. •
The United States has not taken over
the railroads with any expectation of
making money out of them, but it is
believed by many that before the coun-
try is prepared to return the proper-
ties to their stockholdes, most of them
will be revenue makers, because the
expenses will have.been cut to the low-
est limit, and the operating facilities
increased to the maximum. It will be
remembered that during the -war be-
tween the states one great railroad
system was taken over by the govern-
ment and brought from a run-down,
poorly-paying piece of transportation
property to one of the best equipped
and greatest earning properties in the
nation. This piece of history is likely
to be multiplied many times before the
railroads are passed back to their
OAvners.
The dominant reason in the taking
over of the railroads by the govern-
ment was that the transportation serv-
ice might be improved, and if the gov-
ernment will do this, it will be worth
more than all the other lessons that
may be learned from this excursion
into government ownership. The gov-
ernment’s purpose was not to do away
with presidents and general managers,
although some of these officials may
have that impression; it was to get
the utmost of service out of the lines
when that service was an essential
element in bringing success to the na-
tion’s armies. If presidents and gen-
eral managers stand in the way of the
accomplishment of this end, then gen-
tly but firmly they are to be removed.
The slogan today is, efficiency first.
The people are expected to co-operate
with the government in the attaining
of the end desired—that of increasing
the ability of the railroads to meet the
increased demands made upon them. To
the accomplishment of this there must
be no unnecessary travel. As in the
case of foodstuffs, travel must be spar-
ingly used. The shipment of freight
is to be restricted to the absolutely
necessary, and there must be a mini-
mum of complaint over such delays as
may be encountered, because of the
more important needs of the govern-
ment. It must be remembered that
noAv the government is making good
any deficiencies in the earning ca-
pacity of the railroads, and the people
being the government, they will be
called upon to go down into their nock-
ets and make good any shortage in
revenue entailed by the nation assum-
ing charge of the roads, and under-
taking to better the service.
Something appears to have inter-
fered with the plans of the Germans
to continue their drive begun against
the allies in France on March 21. As
no tenable reason has been offered for
the evidence being brought out at the
trial of the 112 leaders of that organi-
zation, now being held in Chicago,
then there should be no temporizing
with the menace. There is no room in
the United States for any body of men
who purpose to right social and politi-
cal affairs by tearing down existing
institutions, destroying private prop-
erty and throwing thousands of people
out of employment. The I. W. W. may
be right and” all the balance of the
world wrong, but this is no justifica-
tion for the use of the destructive
methods employed by the organization
to attain its ends. No sane person will
believe for a moment that the I. W. W.
is right, and to tolerate it is to en-
courage one of the worst enemies to
civilization and peace that has yet de-
veloped.
The rumor that Von Hindenburg is
dead is still heard from across No
Man’s Land. But it will be noticed
that the allied troops are quite indif-
ferent as to whether the rumor has
foundation or not. The Germans have
Avorked for and obtained such a lurid
reputation for avoiding the truth that
whatever comes from that side of the
line is at once discounted. It will
make little if any difference to Gen.
Foch whether Hindenburg is dead or
alive, the German forces will get no-
where on the reputation of the field
marshal. They Avill be compelled to
pay in blood for every inch of terri-
tory ceded them, regardless of who is
in command.
Society and Personal.
The slight misunderstanding between
Charlie Hapsburg and William Hohen-
zollern has been patched up, and they
are good friends again. Charles lacks
efficiency. He is a poor liar.
Paul von Hindenburg, the well-
known butcher, is returning by slow
stages from a trip into Northern
France.
Bolo Pasha passed away suddenly at
Versailles the other day. He had lead
in his system. So long, Bolo.
C. Czernin has retired to private life.
He resigned his job for the reason that
they stopped his salary.
J. Pershing is planning a summer trip
through Germany, but has not an-
nounced yet where he will eat his next
Christmas dinner.
F. W. Hohenzollern is week-ending
in a bombproof dugout thirty-eight
miles northeast of Verdun for his
health.
And Mama Believed It.
Fond Mother—* * Yes, and then
they carried my heroic boy back to the
hospital in the ammunition truck.
Sympathetic Susie—You mean the
ambulance, don’t you?
F. M.—No; he said that he was so
full of bullets they thought it safer
to use an ammunition truck!—Cornell
Widow.
he found her that day in the little
restaurant.
“Frances didn’t have the verve to
come with me,” he said. “I-Ler father
stood in the Avay, and she couldn’t get
by him. I Avant to be fair about this.
At the beginning, if she’d come with
me I’d have married her—though Lord
knows hoAv it would have worked out.
But she didn’t dare—and she’s a pretty
good sport, too. There’s a lot in her
she doesn’t know anything about. It
would do her good to know you.”
Again he paused. It was as if he were
trying hard to keep his balance.
“I want her to know you," he went
on. “Because, after all, it was she who
made me see you. There, in a second,
in the park, she pointed you out to
me, until you stood before me as clear
as the star by the Big Dipper. She said,
‘It’s some other girl you’re seeing in
me—a girl who would dare to go hun-
gry with you.’ Then I knew. So I came
right to you.”
She Avas still buddled up.
“And here I am,” he concluded.
There be was. He did not need to re-
mind her of that. Even when she closed
her eyes so that she might not see him,
she was aware of it. Even when he Avas
through talking and she did not hear
his voice, she Avas aware of it. And,
though she was miserable about it, she
would have been more miserable had he
been anywhere else.
“I’m here, little girl,” he said patient-
ly.
“Even after I told you to go away,”
she choked.
“Even after you told me to go away.”
“If you only hadn’t come at all!”
“What else was there for me to do?”
"You—you could have gone to that
camp with her. She wanted you to go.
“I told her I couldn’t go there—long
before I knew why."
“You could have gone—oh, there are
so many other places you could go!
And this is the only place I could go.”
| “It’s the only place I could go, too.
Honest, it was. I’d have been miserable
anywhere else, and—well, you aren’t
making it very comfortable for me
here.”
It seemed natural to have him blame
her for his discomfort Avhen it was all
his own fault. It seemed so natural,
in the midst of the confusion of all the
rest of the tangle, that it was restful.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“That’s something,” he nodded.
“I—I guess the only thing for me to
do is to go away myself.”
"Where?"
“Back to New York. Oh, I Avish I
hadn’t taken a vacation!”
“We’ll go back if you say so; but
it seems foolish after traveling all this
distance.”
“I meant to go back alone,” she
hastened to correct him.
“And leave me with Mrs. Halliday?”
“Please don’t mix things all up!”
“It’s you who are mixing things all
up,” he said earnestly. “That isn’t like
you, little girl. It’s more like you to
straighten things out. There’s a
straight road ahead of us now, and if
you’ll only take if we’ll never leave
it again. All we’ve got to do is to
hunt up a parson and get married, and
then we'll go anywhere you say, or not
anywhere at all.' It’s as simple as that.
Then, when our vacation is up, Ill go
back to Carter, Rand & Seagraves, and
I’ll tell Farnsworth he’ll have to get
a new stenographer. Maybe he’ll dis-
charge me for that, but if he doesn’t
I’ll tell him I want to get out and sell.
And then there’s nothing more to it.
With you to help-—”
He tried to find her hands, but she
had them pressed over her eyes.
“With you back home to help,” he
repeated—“there’s not anything in the
world we won’t get.”
And the dream woman in Sally an-
SAvered to the Avoman on the steps:-
"There’s not anything more in the
world Ave’ll want when we’re home.” ■
But Don did not hear that. All he
heard Avas a sigh. To the dream wom-
an what he said sounded like music;
but the woman on the steps answered
cynically:—
“All he is saying to you now he
said to that other. There, where the
music was playing and the Japanese
lanterns Avere bobbing, he said it to
her. That Avas a fairy world, as this
is a fairy night; but back in New York
it will all be different. There are no
fairies in New York. Every time you
have thought there were, you have
been disappointed.”
She rose SAviftly to her feet.
“Oh, we mustn’t talk about it!” she
exclaimed.
He too rose, and he placed both his
hands upon her shoulders.
“I don't understand,” he said quickly.
“What is it you don’t believe?”.
“I don't believe in fairies,” she an-
swered bitterly.
“Don’t you believe that I love you?”
“Tonight— perhaps,* she ansAvered.
Her eyes were not meeting his.
You don’t believe my love will last?"
“I—I don’t knoAv.”
“Because of Frances?”
“Everything is so different in NeAV
York,” she answered.
“Because of Frances?”
She was not sure enough of herself
to answer that. She did not wish to
be unfair. He removed his har.ds from
her shoulders and stood back a little.
“I thought you’d understand about
her. I thought you were the one wom-
an in the world who’d understand.”
She looked up quickly.
“Perhaps it’s easier for men to un-
derstand these things than women,”
she said.
“There's Sc little to understand.”
As he spoke, truly it seemed so. But
it was always that way Avhen she was
Avith him. Always, if she was not very
careful, he made her see exactly as he
saw. It was so at Jacques’; it was
so at Coney. But her whole life Avas at
stake now. If she made a mistake, one
way or the other, she must live it out
—in New York. She must be by herself
when she reached her decision.
“In the morning,” she gasped.
“All right,” he answered.
He took her hand—catching her un-
awares.
(To De Continued.)
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