THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAy, PORTLAND, SEPTEMBER SO, . 1914.
Myths of the Mod oca, by Jeremiah Curtin.
3- Little, Brown t Co., Boston.
Oresonian readers do not require to
be told that the Modoc Indians origin
ally inhabited the valley of Lost River.
Oregon, and the country adjacent to
the shores of Little Klamath Lake and
Tule Lake. Such facts are well
known in this region, but in the
United States at large the information
is informing and oO new itnerest.
Mr. Curtin, in this volume of SS9
pages, has made a valuable contribu
tion to the folk lore of America, espe
cially to the department of its legends
and fairy tales. These legends which
make up our text have been handed
down by word of mouth for generations
in the -Modoc tribe or nation and were
told to Mr. Curtin by members of the
Modoc tribe on their reservation. The
Modocs believed that the Modoc coun
try in old Oregon was created specially
lor them and that each rock, tree,
flower and animal had not only a dis
tinct personality, but is thought to be
a transformation from a different ob
ject.
The elements of fancy and romance
dwell in these 0 legends. Each one
is a story m itself and is graphically
told. ' "Kumush and His Daughter,"
How Sickness Came Unto the World,"
"How Old Age Came Into the World,"
"The Rainmaker," "War Between
Beasts and Birds," "The Stone Peo
ple," "Ilyuyn and Kulta's Sisters."
"The Spirit of the Tule Grass" and
others are notable among the excellent
ly presented legends.
Ta'le the story or legend of "Ku
mush and His Daughter." as an ex
ample. Kumush is the Creator, ac
cording to Indian myths, and the word
"Skoks" is translated as "Spirit." Ku
mush left Tule Lake and wandered
over the earth and brought back with
him his daughter "from the edge of
the world." Where he got her no one
knows. She came out of the "sweat
house" with her face, hands and body
painted with a red root and told her
father that when she slept she dreamed
that she would die soon.
"That means your own death. You
dreamed of yourself," said Kumush. He
was frightened and felt lonesome.
"Father, you must not cry," she said.
'What has happened to me is your
will. You made it to be tlrls way. My
spirit will leave the body and go west."
As she put on her burial dress her
spirit left her body. Kumush took
' her hand and they started, leaving their
bodies behind. Kumush was not dead,
but his spirit left the body. They
came to a large plain, on which was a
great house, the whole underground
world, known only to Bpirits. Kumush's
daughter hid him and. made a mist be
fore his eyes.
When it was dark, Wus-Kumush, keeper
of the house, said: "I want a fire!" A big
fire sprang up in the center, and there was
light everywhere In the house. Then spirits
came from all sides, and there were so
many that no one could have counted them.
They made a great circle around Kumush's
daughter, who stood by the lire, and then
they lanced a dance not of this world, and
sung a song not of this world. Kumush
watched th;m from the corner of the house.
They danced each night, for five nights. All
the spirits sang, but only those in the circle
danced. As daylight came they disappeared.
They went away to their own places, lay
down and became dry, disjointed bones. .
Wus-Kumush gave Kumush's daughter
goose eggs and crawfish. 6 ho ate them and
became bones. All newcomers became bones,
but those who had been tried for five years,
and hadn't eaten anything the Skoks gave
them, lived in shining settlements outside. IB
circles around the big house. Kumush's
daughter became bones, but her spirit went
to her father in the corner.
On the sixth night she moved him to the
eaatern side of the house. That night he
arrow tired of staying -with the spirits; he
wanted to leave the underground world, but
he wanted to take some of the spirits with j
him to people the upper world. "Afterward,"
aid he, "I am going to the place where the
un rises. I shall travel on the sun's road till
I come to where he stops at midday. There
I will build a house."
"Somo of the spirits are angry with you,"
aid Wus-Kumush. "Because you are not
oead they want to kill you; you must be
oareful."
"They may try as hard as they like," said
Kumush; "they can't kill me. They haven't
the power. They are my children; they are
all from me. If they should kill me it
would only be for a little while. I should
come to life again.'
The spirits, though they were bones then
heard this, and said: "We will crush the old
man's heart out, with our elbows."
Kumush left Wus-Kumush and went back
to the eastern side of tne house. In his
corner was a pile of bones. Every bone in
the pile rose up and tried to kill him, but
they couldn't hit him, for he dodged them.
Each day his daughter moved him. but ths
bones knew where he waa, because they
could sea him.
Kumush longed to be home and he
elected bones to apportion each to dif
ferent tribes, but on his Journey the
bones fought him. At last he reached
his own haven. The balance of the
story relates to his creation of different
tribes of Indians. The parable of the
bones and the part the latter play in
creation has grewsome tut dramatic
fashioning.
The Auction Block, by Rex Beach. $1.3..
Illustrated. Harper & Brothers, New York
City.
No, this is not a story of slavery be
fore our Civil War. It rather pictures
the social conspiracy by which penniless
young women are made to "catch" rich
young men and marry them mainly for
the sake of wealth.
This time. Rex Beach breaks away
from his usual racy stories of the icy
North, where devil-may-care-, heroes
clad In furs do deeds of daring, before
they are frost-bitten; where masterful
young women make real men of the
aforesaid heroes, and where Alaska
dogs do nearly everything but talk. In
"The Auction Block" Mr. Beach invades
territory supposed to be sacred to Rob
ert W. Chambers rich, blase New York
City where tho normal condition of very
rich young men of the imported-Pittsburg
type Is chronic drunkenness, and
where good-looking young women are
the men's protectors and saviors.
Taken on this bases, "The Auction
Block" as a novel, is entertaining, cyn
ical, human and amusing. It is also, at
times, naughty and blase. It introduces
us to the McKnight family, every mem
ber of which is a grafter of the black
mail type, except one blessed part of
it MisB Lorelei McKnight, a young wo
man of marvelous beauty. In fact, she
is so beautiful that you wonder where
she gets her good looks from consid
ering that she comes from the evil, al
most criminal McKnights.
The story opens in the town of Vale,
New York State, where old, wheezy
Peter McKnight, professional politician
and office hunter, is told by the politi
cal "organization" that he is a back
number and that there are no more fat
pickings for Mm. He.( his wife, and
their son Jimmy are firmly persuaded
mat tne world owes them an easv liv
ing, and that they do not need to Work
to earn that living.
Mr. and Mrs. McKnight train their
pretty daughter, Lorelei, for no other
purpose In life than to marry a rich
young man, some time and eomewhere.
A political friend secures Mr. McKnight
a clerkship in New York City, at 11500
a year, and the McKnights move ac
cordingly. Mrs. McKnight has the busi
ness ability of the gang of harpiea. and
by her influence, etc.. she secures her
daughter, Lorelei, a position as a chorus
girl in a dizzy variety show. Lorelei, the
beautiful, captivates New York, and at
one bound she becomes a professional
beauty, a stage success, but at the same
time keeps hersekf as" pure as ice. and
he takes care of her good name. Her
brother, Jimmy, becomes a crook. He
associates with confidence men and
rnieves, generally.
One of Lorelei's rich young mert ad
mirors Is Bob Wharton, son of the
I'lttsburg multi-millionaire of that
name, and Bob is mostly drunk. He Is
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a sort of walking saloon. Lorelei frets
reckless, and aided by Jimmy, when
Bon Is drunker than usual, he and
Lorelei are married. Bob's father dis
owns him, and Lorelei's family tries to
blackmail the elder Mr. Wharton. How
Lorelei, variety actress, becomes a good
angel is inspiring.
beveral scenes of New York City's dis
sipation among idle-rich are salaciously
described.
The Secrets of the German War Office, by
Dr. Armgaard Karl Graves. fl.SO. Illus
trated. McBride. Nast & Co.. New York
City.
Written by Dr. Armgaard Karl
Graves, in collaboration with. Edward
Lyell Fox, this book is a positive start
ler, a . bomb suddenly emerging from
the dark.
Dr. Graves (probably an assumed
name) says that for one dozen years
he was a successful secret agent or
spy in the service of Emperor Wil- ,
nam of Germany, and that, as the
Germans recently "double-crossed" I
him because be knew too much about
their diplomatic secrets, he now writes
this book, in which he exposes their
spy system. The secrets he exposes,
in revenge, surely place his life in
peril. It would not startle the world
if he disappeared one of these morn
ings and was never heard of again.
Dr. Graves' nationality is a puzzle.
He says he is not a German, although
his name would so indicate. He shows
a surprising familiarity about England
and Scotland, especially the latter. The
chances are that from a hint he drops
on page 174 his family is of German
origin and he was born in Scotland or
Ireland. We was "brought up in the
traditions of a house actively engaged
in the affairs of its country for hun
dreds of years. As an only son, I was
promptly and efficiently spoiled for
anything else but the station in life
which should have been mine, but
never has been, and now never can
be."
Trained as a military cadet,,, our
author took his degrees afterward in
philosophy and medicine, and dis
played - talent for languages. Ac
quiring political opinions, he gave vent
to utterances that were disliked "by
the powers that be," and he found
himself banished from family and na
tive land. Here an Irish trend is ap
parent Dr. Graves began to be a globe wan
derer and when the British-Boer War
broke out he served with a Natal field
force in a medical capacity. One of
the wounded foreign officers serving
on the Boer side was Major Frelherr
von Reitzenstein, one of the few people
in the world who knew the facts con
nected with Dr. Graves' exile. The
two men became close friends and it
was through Von Reitzenstein' good
offices that our author secured nis
appointment as a German spy of in
ternational fame.
In his work as a spy, in discovering
imiMirttnt rliDlomatlc secrets. Dr.
Graves used money, women, more than
ordinary skill in reading peoples
minds and reckless bravery. unra
the Servians lined him up against a
...ail tn ha shot and hew was only saved
at the last minute. The incident of
the warship Panther, when Emperor
William prevented a European war.
and where Dr. Graves says he re
ceived his instructions personally from
Emperor William, is toia witn rem
thrills.
Dr. Graves tells the British govern
ment an important bit of advice when
he points out that the Forth bridge in
Scotland is in the wrong place, and
that it nullifies the value of the
Rossyth naval base behind the bridge.
Suppose an enemy blew up the bridge
and thereby established an obstruction
by which warships could not pass from
the naval base? The enemy could shell
the adjacent coast at its leisure.
Dr. Graves was ultimately arrested
in Scotland through his government
sending him a letter addressed with a
wrong initial, and after being tried as
a spy and sentenced to 18 months' im-J
prlsonment he was secretly released by
the British government. He was taken
to New York, where he was arrested
last week by the police on a ludicrous
charge and then set at liberty. He
blames his political enemies for his ar
rest. "You may Wonder why they want to
put me into Jail." Dr. Graves said. "1
will tell you. I had an interview the
other day with a certain European
diplomat, and I was incautious enough
to remark that on the 23d of this month
a very important meeting between
agents of certain of European powers
will be held in this country as a part
of a plan to carry out a new align
ment of the powers now engaged in
war.
"That was enough. That diplomat's
government at once wanted to lay me
by the heels. They knew I knew too
much. I laid myself open. My enemies
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knew of the ring transaction, so they
seized upon it as a means of putting
me away for a time.
"On May 1 I prophesied in an ad
dress that there would be a general
European conflict within" five months,
probably by August 1. My words came
true and this proved to the secret, serv
ice departments of Europe that J still
had sources of information about in
ternational intrigue.
"And I now say that this war hasn't
started yet; that the next move on Ger
many's part will be to cause a rupture
among the allies. She will throw her
self into the hands of one of them, and
the allies are afraid it will be Russia.
There will be no peace in Europe this
year or next. There is a feeling of dis
trust growing among the allies now.
"Why do they not kill, me? I will
tell you. I have a life insurance and
that is the knowledge I have of cer
tain personalities in Europe and the
things they have done. This is all
locked up where they can't get at it.
7,, ""ow li i aie a, natural death it
will never be divulged. But they also
know that I have made arrangements
in case I am killed to have this knowl
edge given to the world."
" 13 Presumed that what our author
says is true. But if any part of the
book is "faked" u - if X . ln.e
is mighty interesting reading.
Modern City Planning and Malntenanco-
Fran.k Koester. Illustrated m
-nue. wast & co. New' York City.
"City planning determines the des
tiny of a city. It
taste, civic pride and patriotism; it
arfLe5bttirwC,ti2enB and -tians; It
ft til health. comfort and happiness;
it helps to increase the population and
fMtPSfUC? the Industrlal Prosperity.
City planning attracts industries, com
merce and visitors; it produces better
transportation facilities. Improved hy
gienic conditions and more adequate
and less expensive living quarters and
food supplies. City planning is a busi
ness proposition of the first Impor
tance. While city planning is a subject of
the greatest antiquity and one the
principle of which wem wn
stood by the ancients, as is shown by
the examples of Greek and Roman
towns, and one which in medieval times
was equally well understood, as is
proven by such German towns as Ro
tenburg. Nuremberg, Cologne. Maintz.
etc, yet modern city planning-, in the
sense In which it is now understood,
dates from the period immediately sub
sequent to the Franco-Prussian War
and is of purely German origin In
1S74 the United Society of German
Architects and Engineers laid down
certain principles of city planning and
gave the first organized impetus to
tne practice or the art. Since that
time the principles and nrsLntirA rt
modern city planning have spread to
other countries, and tho art has been
so rapidly developed that it has now
reached a definite form, and its engi
neering features have been reduced to
a science." -. ,
This admirable explanation tt hJ
suDject or this book Is given. in .our
author's own words. Mr. Koester, who
gives hie address as Hudson Terminal
building. New York Cit;-, has written a
pioneer book of the first importance,
founded on his wide experience in this
country and in Germany, where he has
long being identified with the city
planning movement. The book has
much interest both for the expert and
general public, and no more complete
and learned exposition of the subject
has been published in this country, so
tar as tne present reviewer is aware.
The pictures, nearly 2S0 in number.
are first-class and are' on a par with
actual photographs. Many of these pic
tures are iuu-page Ones, end the Indi
vidual page measures ten inches by
seven inches. These pictures represent
scenes in the United States and Europe,
many or inem in oermany. Two pic
tures of Pacific Northwest interest are
those of the (proposed) civio center
of Seattle and also ground plan. Such
is an example of the power of adver
tising in Seattle. Portland, Or., has
also a beautiful (proposed) new civic
center, but it is not Included in the
views referred to. The pages in the
book are 329. Such Information from
Mr. Koester includes the business ex
periences of a lifetime. The table of
contents: What city planning Is; how
to proceed in replanning a city; the
civic center; the great ground plan;
arterial highways; streets up-to-date;
waterways and harbor improvements;
bridge and bridge approaches; traffic
and transportation; open squares and
traffic regulations; park systems; civic
embellishment; building regulations
and block plans; garden cities and
workingmen's colonies; civic culture;
administrative functions; communal in
dustries; city con st i ictlon and mainte
nance; street construction; sewage dis
posal; care of streets; stree: cleaning;
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if.is.ittirnwniii KV,lll.:WWUJ.' I
refuse disposal; water supply; gas sup
ply; electric current supply; electric
street railways; valuation of public
utilities; financing civic improvements;
the planning of growing towns; co
operation of engineer and architect In
city planning; the executive manage
ment of a city.
Mr. Koester approves of the utility
of commission government.
The Rise of the Working Class, by Algernon
Sidney Crapsey. SI. SO. Tho Century. Co.',
New York City.
In many respects this book is un
settling and revolutionary in its views,
but its message is always clear and in
cisive. Its sympathetic tone, procla
mation of .brotherhood and catholicity
of spirit for wage-earners are marked
in all its 382 ' pages. Social changes,
from savagery until the. present time,
are carefully noted and compared. Our
author has been rector of St. An
drew's Church, Rochester, N. Y.. for
over twenty-five years; is now pastor
of The . Brotherhood, Rochester, and a
lecturer on historical, religious, and
sociological topics.
Several of the headings of the book
are: Social evolution and revolution;
the downfall of the father;' the re
sponsibility of the mother; the emanci
pation of the children; the "out-family"
woman; the slaves of the market;
working-class religion; morality, poli
tics, philosophy; the coming age; the
war against poverty, etc
These thoughtful paragraphs in the
book are noted:
Evolution means changes in structure; rev
olution means change in environment.
The invention of labor-saving machinery.
fwith its employment of the superhuman
powers of steam and electricity, which has
transferred from tho home to the factory
tho brewinir and the baking, the 10100108
and the weaving, tho cutting and the sew
ing - of garments, baa destroyed tho family
as an oconomio unit.
Tho out-family woman today is a sexual
menace, a vast social waste, etna m. danger
to the present political order.
Quite tho most Interesting and startling
phonomenon of present-day history is tho
militant suffragette movement in Kngland.
The revolt of woman against tho cramp
ing, corrupting conditions of her life has
Increased In magnitude and violence until
today it is the most important, significant
and tho most dangerous of all the revolu
tionary forces that are threatening the
present: order.
It is only by the resistance of tho work
ing class that society can be saved.
Over-production is tho chronic disease of
modern Industry. ... Production for
sale Instead of for consumption is tho germ
of this disease.
Our great masters of industry are doing
for the commercial world what tho great
statesmen of Prance did for that country In
tho 15th and 16th centuries. They are
bringing order out of ehaos.
The religion of the working class is. and
cannot help being, the vital religion of the
present and the growing religion of tho
future.
The working man dwells In evrrv land
and wherever the working man is, there the
wonting class party is to assert and protect
his rights. For this reason the working
a) ass party is the party most bitterly opposed
to war between tne nations.
The significant, fact of nresent-dav his
tory is the rise of the working class from
the condition of degradation under which
It has throughout the civilized world been
compelled to live, to the social, the political
and religious life of tho world.
Personality Plus, by Edna Ferber. SI. Illus- '
irateo. r reuencK a. otokes Co., xtew York
City.
Jock McChesney is a laughable, lik
able hero, and his adventures in this
novel, where the advertising agency
business is ventilated, are decidedly
worth Knowing.
Looking After Sandy, by Margaret Turnbull.
41.35. Illustrated. Harper & Brothers,
New York City.
Sandy is a waif, a foundling, a whole
some, interesting girl. She is the hero
ine of this entertaining novel, and has a
refreshing mission. For all girls.
JOSEPH M. QUENTIN.
Cooks Added to
Library
GENERAL. WORKS.
Hardy Public library; Its place In our
educational system. 112.
BOOKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGES.
Manley Eln Bummer in Xeutschland.
' DESCP.IPTION AND TRAVEL.
Belloc Old Road. New ed. 1911.
llck Pageant of the Forth. IVIO.
Foord Springs, streams and anas of Lon
don. 1010.
Smith In Thackeray's London. 1914.
Winter Poland of toilay and yesterday.
1913.
HISTORY.
Eyr Saint John's Wood. 1913.
Grundy Thucydides and tho history of his
age. 1911.
Petre Napoleon's last campaign in Ger
many, 1813. 11112.
Reade Martyrdom of man. Ed. IS n. d.
LITERATURE.
Clarke Miracle play in England. 1897.
Egyptian literature. 2v. H12.
Gates Studies and appreciations. 3900.
Lawrence Widowing of Mrs. Holroyd; a
dram In three acts. 1914. .
Lytton The student. New ed. 1840.
Ransom Portraits and speculations. 1913.
West Poems of human progress. 1914.
PHUjOSOPHJ.
Darroch Place of psychology In tho train,
ing of the teacher, lull.
Eucken Knowledge and life; tr. by W.
T. Jones. 1914.
Mark Unfolding of personality as the
chief aim in education. Ed. 2. n. d.
RELIGION.
Ayre Suggestions for a syllabus m re
ligious teaching. 1011. -
Bible. O. T. Job Book of Job Interpreted;
by James Strahan. 1913.
MacCulloch Religion of the ancient Celts.
1911.
SCIENCE.
Creevey Harper's guide to wild flowers.
1612.
Gould Cliff castles and cave dwellings of
Europe. 1S11. 1
Gregory. Keller Vk Bishop Physical and
commercial geography. 1914.
Pike & Tuck Wild nature wooed and won.
SOCIOLOGY. '
Cowan Education of the women of India.
1912.
Thwlng ' Letters from a father to his
daughter entering college. 1913.
USEFUL ARTS.
Curtis Publishing Company, Philadelphia
rWlinir forces; prepared by R. J. Walsh.
191 S.
Follett Table decorations and delicacies;
a complete hand-book for tho hostess, by
Hester price. 1914.
Nathan How to make money in Ihe print.
Ing business. Ed. 2. 1909.
Roo New standard American business
guide. New ed. enl. . 191 1.
DEMOCRATS FEAR DEFEAT
Voters In Mftrt Oklahoma District
, Turn to Republicans.
TULSA. Okla., Sept. 13. That the
first Congressional District, compris
ing the chief oil producing counties of
Oklahoma, and embracing the lead and
sine mining belt, will return a sub
stantial majority for John Fields. Re
publican candidate for Governor, and
Judge J. A. Gill, Republican candidate
for Congress, is admitted even by
Democratic politicians. ,
The oil country holds: a grudge
against the present and past state ad
ministrations for efforts made to im
pose what are termed ruinous taxes
upon the oil industry. At one time an
attempt was made to increase the gross
production tax on oil to 3 per cent in
the face of four other kinds of taxes
the industry was laboring under.
Normally Tulsa County is 700 Demo
cratic, but it is believed Fields will
have a plurality of at least 300. Wash
ington County is expected to Ifne up
for Fields by at least 500 plurality.
Pawnee and Miami lean strongly to
Fields, and the Democratic majority in
Craig, Rogers. Mayes and Delaware
counties will be materially reduced, and
in one county of this group at least
may be wiped out.
Signs for temporary use can be made
by coating glass with black iron var
nish and. lettering them with a mix
ture of 'oxide of sine and mucilage,
which easily washes off.
1 Dawn O lhra$
Chapter II (Continued.)
AND-Von Gerhard came. The spal
peens watched for-him. their noses
. flattened against the window
pane, for it was raining. As he came
up the patch they burst out of the
door to meet him. From my bedroom
window I saw him come prancing up
the walk like a boy, with the two
children clinging to his coat-tails, all
three quite unmindful of the rain, and
yelling like Comanches.
Ten minutes later he had donned his
professional dignity, entered my room,
and beheld me in all my limp and
pea-green beauty. I noted approvingly
that he had to stoop a bit as .he en
tered the low doorway and that the
Vandyke of my phophecy was missing.
He took my hand in his own steady,
reassuring clasp. Then he began to
talk. Half an hour sped away while
we discussed New York books music
theaters everything and anything
but Dawn O'Hara. I learned later that
as we chatted he was getting his story,
bit by bit. from every twitch of the
eyelids, from every gesture . of the
hands that had grown too thin to wear
the hateful ring; from every motion of
tho lips; from the color of my nails;
from each convulsive muscle: from
every shadow, and wrinkle and curve
and line of my face.
Suddenly he asked: "Are you making
the proper effort to get well? You try
to conquer those jumping nerfs, yes?"
I glared at him. "Try! I do every
thing. I'd eat woolly worms if I
thought they might benefit me. If
ever a girl has minded her big sister
and her doctor, that girl is I. I've
eaten everything from pate do folse
gras to raw beef, and I've drunk every
thing from blood to champagne."
"Eggs?" queried Von Gerhard, as
though making a happy suggestion.
"Eggs!" I snorted. "Eggs! Thousands
of 'em! Eggs hard and soft boiled,
poached and fried, scrambled and
shirred, eggs in beer and egg-noggs,
egg lemonades and egg orangeades,
eggs in wine and eggs in milk, and
eggs au nature!. I've lapped up iron-and-wine,
and whole rivers of milk, and
I've devoured rare porterhouse and
roast beef day after day for weeks.
So! Eggs!"
"Meln Himmel!" ejaculated he, fer
vently, "and you still live!" A sus
picion of a smile dawned in his eyes.
I wondered if he ever laughed. I
would experiment.
"Don't breathe it to & soul," I whis
pered, tragically, "but eggs, and eggs
alone, are turning my love for my sis
ter into bitterest hate. She stalks me
the whole day long, forcing egg mix
tures down my unwilling throat. She
bullies me. I daren't put out my hand
suddenly without knocking over liquid
refreshment In some form, but certain
ly with an egg lurking in its depths, I
am so expert that I can tell an egg
orangeade from an egg lemonade at a
distance of20 yards, with my left hand
tied behind me and one -eye shut and
my feet in a sack."
"You can laugh, eh? Well, that iss
good," commented the grave and un
smiling one.
"Sure," answered I. made more riip
pant by his solemnity. "Surely I can
laugh. For what else was my father
Irish? Dad used to say that a sense of
humor was like a shillaly an iligent
thing to have around handy, especially
when the joke's on you."
The ghost of a twinkle appeared
again in the corners of the German
blue eyes. Some fiend of rudeness
seized me.
"Laugh!" I commanded.
Dr. Ernst von Gerhard stiffened.
"Pardon?" inquired he. as one who is
sure that he has misunderstood.
'"Laugh!" I snapped again. "I'll dare
yon .to do It. I'll double dare you! You
dassen't!"
But he did. After a moment's be
wildered surprise he threw back his
handsome blond head and gave vent
to a great, deep, infectious roar of
mirth that brought the spalpeens tum
bling up the stairs in defiance of their
mother's strict instructions.
After that we got along beautifully.
He turned out to be quite human, be
neath tho outer crust of reserve. He
continued his examination only after
bribing the spalpeens shamefully, so
that even their rapacious demands
were satisfied, and they trotted eft
contente Jly.
There followed a process which re
duced me to a giggling heap but which
Von Gerhard carried out ceremonious
ly. It consisted of certain raps at my
knees, and shins, and elbows, and fin
gers, and certain commands to "look
at my finger! Look at the wall! Look
at my finger! Look at the wall!"
"So!" said Von Gerhard at last. In a
tone of finality. I Bank my battered
frame into the nearest chair. "This
this newspaper work it must cease.
He dismissed it with a wave of the
hand.
"Certainly." I said, with elaborate
sarcasm. "How should you advise me
to earn my living in the future? In
the stories they paint dinner cards,
don't they? or bake angel cake?"
"Are you then never serious?" asked
Von Gerhard, in disapproval.
"Never," said I. "An old, worn-out
worked-out newspaper reporter, with
a husband in the madhouse, can't af
ford to be serious for a minute, be
cause if sfie were she'd go mad, too,
with the hopelessness of it all." And
I buried my face in my hands.
The room was vary still for a mo
ment. Then the great Von Gerhard
came over and took my hands gently
from my face. "I I do beg your par
don," he said. He looked strangely
boyish and uncomfortable as he said
It. "I was thinking only of your good.
We do that, sometimes, forgetting that
circumstances may make our wishes
impossible of execution. So. You will
forgive me?"
"Forgive you?" Yes. Indeed." I as
sured him. And we shook hands grave
ly. "But that doesn't help mutters
much, after all, does it?"
"Yes, it helps. For now we under
stand one another, is it not so? You
say you can only write for a living.
Then why not write here at home?
Surely these years of newspaper work
have given you a great knowledge of
human nature. Then, too, there is your
gift of humor. Surely that is a com
bination which should make your work
acceptable to the magazines. Never in
my life have I seen so many maga
zines as here in the United States. But
hundreds! Thousands!"
"Me!" I exploded ;"A real writer
lady! No more interviews with ac
tresses! No more slushy Sugiday spe
cials! No more teary tales! O. my!
When may I begin? Tomorrow? You
know I brought my typewriter with
me. I've almost forgotten where the
letters are in the keyboard."
"Wait, wait; not so fast! In a month
or two, perhaps. But first must come
other . things outdoors things. Also
housework."
"Housework!" I echoed feebly.
"Naturllch. A little dusting, a little
scrubbing, a little sweeping, a little
cdoklng. The finest kind of indoor ex
ercise. Later you may write a little
but very little. Run and play out of
doors with the children. When I see
you again you will have roses in your
cheeks like the German girls, yes?"
"Yes," I echoed, meekly. "I wonder
how Frieda will like my elephantine
efforts at assisting with .the house
work. If she gives notice, Norah will
be lost to you."
But Frieda did not give notice. After
I had helped her clean the kitchen and
the pantry I noticed an expression of
deepest pity overspreading her lumpy
features. The expression became al
most one of agony as she watched me
roll out some noodles for soup, and
,
ill
- - - , vv'
delve into the sticky mysteries of a
new kind of cake.
Max says that for a poor working
girl who hasn't time to cultivate the
domestic graces, my cakes are a dis
tinct' triumph. Sis sniffs at that, and
mutters something about cups or rais
ins and nuts and citron hiding a multi
tude of batter sins. She never allows
the spalpeens to eat my cakes, and on
my baking days they are usually sent
from the table howling. Norah declares,
severely, that she is going to hide the
Green Cook Book. The Green Cook
Book is a German one. Norah bought
it In deference to Max's love of Ger
man cookery. It is called Aunt Jul
chen's cook book, and the author,' be
tween hints as to flour and butter,
gets delightfully chummy with her pu
pil. Her cakes are proud, rich cakes.
She orders grandly:
"Now throw in the yolks of 12 eggs,
one-fourth of a pound of almonds, ywo
pounds of raisins, a pound of citron, a
pound of orange-peel."
As if that were not enough, there
follow minor instructions as to trifles
like ounces of walnut meats, pounds
of confectioner's sugar, and pints of
very rich cream. When cold, to be
frosted with an icing made up of more
eggs, more nuts, more cream, more
everything.
The children have appointed them
selves official lickers and scrapers of
the spoons and icing pans, also official
guides on their auntie's walks. They
regard their Aunt Dawn as a quite ri
diculous but altogether delightful old
thing.
And Norah bless her! looks up when
I come in from a romp with the spal
peens and says: "Your cheeks are pink!
Actually! And you're losing a puff
there at tho back of yrur ear, and
your hat's on crooked. Oh, you are be
ginning to look your old self. Dawn
dear!"
At which doubtful compliment I re
tort, recklessly: "Pooh! What's a puff
more or less, in a worthy cause? And
if you think my cheeks are pink now.
Just wait until your mighty Von Ger
hard comes again. By that time they
shall be so red and bursting that
Frieda's, on wash day, will look anemic
by comparison. Say, Norah, how red
are German red cheeks, anyway?"
CHAPTER IIL
Good as New.
So Spring danced away, and Summer
Bauntered in. My pillows looked less
and less temoting. The wine of the
northern air imparted a cocky assur
ance. One blue-ana-gold day followed
the other, and 1 spent hours together
outof doors in the sunshine, lying full
length on the warm, sweet ground, to
the horror of the entire neighborhood.
To be sure, I was sufficiently discreet
to choose the lawn at the rear of the
house. There I drank in the atmos
phere, as per doctor's instructions, while
the genial sun warmed the watery blood
In my veins and burned the skin off the
end of my nose.
All my life I had envied the loungers
in the parks those silent. Inert figures
that He under the trees all the long
Summer day. their shabby hats over
their faces,- their handB clasped above
their heads, legs sprawled in uncouth
comfort, while the sun dapples down
between the -leaves and. like a good
fairy godmother, touches their frayed
and wrinkled garments with flickering
figures of golden splendor, while they
sleep. They always seemed so bliss
fully care-free and at ease those
sprawling men figures and I. to whom
such simple joys were forbidden, being
a woman, had envied them.
Now I was reveling in that very joy.
stretched prone upon the ground, blink
ing sleepily up at the sun and the co
balt sky. feeling my very hair grow,
and health returning in warm, electric
waves. I even dared to cross One leg
over the other and to swing the pen
dant member with nonchalant air, first
taking a cautious survey of the neigh
boring back windows to see if anyone
peeked. Doubtless they did. behind
those ruffled curtains, but I grew splen
didly indifferent.
Even the crawling things and there
were myriads of them added to the en
joyment of my ease. With my ear so
close to the ground the grass seemed
fairly to buzz with them. Everywhere
there were crazily busy ants, and 1,
patently a sluggard and therefore one
of those for whom the ancient warning
was intended, considered them lazily.
How they plunged about, weaving in
and out, rushing here and there, helter
skelter, like bargain-hunting women
darting wildly from counter to counter!
"Oh. foolish, foolish anties!" I chlded
them, "stop wearing- yourselves out this
way. Don't you know that the game
isn't worth the candle, and that you'll
give yourselves nervous jim-jams and
then you'll have to go home to be
patched up? Look at me! I'm a hor
rible example."
But they only bustled on, heedless of
my advice, and showed their contempt
by crawling over me as I lay there like
a lady Gulliver.
Oh. I played what they call a heavy
thinking part. It was not only the ants
that came In for lectures. I preached
sternly to myselfL
"Well, Dawn, old girl, you've made a
beautiful mess of it. A sniashed-up
wreck at 28! And what have you to
show for it? Nothing! You're a useless
pulp, like a lemon that has been
squeezed dry. Von Gerhard was right.
There must be no more newspaper work
ror you, me girl. Not if you can keep
away from the fascination of it, which
I don't think you can."
Then I would fall to thinking of those
years of newspaper ins of the thrills
of them, and the ills of ttfem. It had
been exhilarating, and educating, but
scarcely remunerative. Mother had
never approved. Dad bad chuckled and
said that it was a curse descended up
on me from the terrible old Kitty
O'Hara, the only old maid in the history
of the O' Haras, and famed in her day
for a caustic tongue and a venomed
pen. Dad and mother what a pair of
children they had been! The very dis
similarity of their natures had been a
bond between them. Dad, light-hearted,
whimsical. care-free, improvident;
mother, gravely sweet, anxious-browed,
trying to teach economy to the hand
some Irish husband who, descendant of
n iuiik kiiu i - ui line ul t)icnuiflrut an
cestors, would have none of it.
it was Dad who had insisted that
they name me Dawn. Dawn O'Hara!
His sense of humor must have been
sleeping. "You were such a rwsy. pinky,
soft baby thins." mother had once told
me, "that you looked just like the first
flush of light at sunrise. That is why
your father insisted on calling you
Dawn."
Poor Dad! How could he know that
at 28 I would be a yellow wreck of a
newspaper reporter with a wrinkle be
tween my eyes. If he could see me now
he would say:
"Sure, you look like the dawn yet.
me girl but a Pittsburg dawn."
At that, mother, if she were here,
would pat my cheek where the hollow
place is, and' murmur: "Never mind,
Dawnie dearie, mother thinks you are
beautiful just the same." Of such
hlocCAri otilff k ra wta-afrhaavu mniia
At this stage of the memory game l
would bury my face in the warm grass
mm inana my uoa ior naving taaen
mother before Peter Orme came into
my life. And then I would fall asleep
there on the soft, sweet grass, with my
head snuggled in my arms, and the anta
wriggling, unchided. into my ears.
On the last of these sylvan occasions
I awoke, not with a graceful start, liko
the storybook ladies, but with a grunt.
her toe. I looked up to see her stand--lng
over me, a foaming tumbler of
something in her hand. I felt that it
was eggy and eyed it disgustedly.
"Get up." said she. "you lazy scrib
bler, and drink this."
I sat up, eyeing her severely and
picking grass and ants out of my hair
u you mean to ten me ui you
woke me out of that babe-HRe slumber
to make me drink that goo! What Is it.
ah. may lit wcw . o ctihh.h i p.-uv.
"Egg-nogg It is; and swallow it'
right awav. because there aro guests
iu see yuu.
I emerged from the first dip into the
yellow mixture and fixed on her as
stern and terrible a look as anyone enrt
whose mouth is encircled by a mustache
of yellow foam.
"Guests!" I roared, "not for vne! Don't
you dare to say that they came to see
me!"
"Did too," insists Norab, with firm-'
ness, "they came especially to Bee you.
Asked for you, right from tho Jump." v-
I finished the egs-nossr in four gulps,
returned the empty tumbler with an air
of decision, and sank upon the grass.
"Tell 'em 1 rave. Tell 'em that I'm
unconscious, ami that for weeks I have
sister. Say that in my present nerve:
shattered condition I "
That woman i eatisiy mem, rorair
calmly interrupts, "they know you're
crazy because they saw you out here
from their second-etory back windows."
That s why they came. &o you may as
well get tip and fate them. I promised
them I'd br'.nir you In. You can't go pn
forever refusing to see people, and you'
know the Whalens are "
"Whalens!" I gasped. "How many;
of them? Not not the entire fiendish"
three?"
"All three. I left them champing
with impatience."
(To be Continued.)
"I suppose the straw vote will go out
of fashion now',", said the Kansas man.
"Why?"
"Women who vote won't be satisfied
to use straws. They'll want to use
ribbons.
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