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THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAN, PORTLAXD OCTOBER 1914. 11 rrrwny'n Fighting Machine, by Ernest F. Henderson. Illustrated. $1 .27,. The iSobbs- Mereill Co., Indianapolis, Intl. Here we have the first of the new joks of International . Interest ilis lssing the part that Germany is play- g and will play in the present uropean war. Mr. Henderson is an - accomplished, ilished and experienced literary riter, and is already favorably known the author of such books as his ;hort History I Germany," "History Germany in the Middle Ages," tlucher' and others. Mr. Henderson .s spent most of the past 30 years Germany, and but a few weeks ago two days after he had taken passage i -a Hamburg liner for America war td begun, and his steamer became . hunted thing on the ocean," escap S at last through help from a friend fog. The material which our author Lthered lately in Germany, both in e way of data and pictures, is de ribed as "official and confidential," id is presented to the public for the t time. Mr. Henderson, in this, his newest ok, is graphic and trenchant in style, id he takes the view that Germany is und to win in the present war. ;iturally, having lived so long in urmany, he looks at the debatable lestion through German spectacles. Germany's mighty army, navy, gen ale, Zeppelin airships, submarines, ant guns, etc., are all faithfully mir- red. Signs of the conflict which now were, it seems, guessed in advance. was predicted that Italy would not pport Germany-Austria; and Eng nd (Britain?) is described as being ;ilous of Germany's commerce and of colonial progress. "These Ger- uns are to Kugland upstarts who ed to be kept in their place, and are t to be allowed to have a word in e larger world-policies," writes our ithor. "Almost every Englishman els that a German is his social in- rior. Such assumptions provoke umptiotisness and self - assertion, tiich. I do not deny, have at times en evidenced. As for England's pres t alliance with Russia against Ger- iiny, it is the most m on un mental act iolly in modern history. The time ;iy come, and very soon, when Eng ui will be only too glad to throw rself around Germany's neck and beg r aid in opposing the hordes from e East. Germany, though drawn into e matter merely by the plain terms her alliance with Austria, stands rtually alone, for Italy is faithless, id Austria, as usual, is only half pre- ired." It was assumed that France would rike through Belgium. It is expected at the German infantry, not the ar- Uery, will win battles, and that with e present German army rifle, known i the 1S98 or "US" gun, it is possible take aim and shoot as many as 25 mes a minute, the caliber being seven id nine-tenths millimeters. The largest guns accompanying the erman infantry have a bore of 21 ntimeters. much less, of course, than e fixed guns used in fortresses or ose used for coast defense. It is ated that there is leary talk of 40 ntimeter guns, A possible food famine in Germany hinted at, with the cutting off of orman commerce. Under construction Is the twenty- t'Ui Zeppelin, which will have a ujfth of some 450 feet. Whether "In ar the Zeppelins will come up to the :pectations that have been formed of tern remains, of course, to be seen. lie chief objects of attack of a Zep- lin will doubtless be arsenals, dock- irds, bridges and tunnel-mouths. tough no fleet near, the shore and no imp can feel quite safe from it in iture. The Zeppelin has dangerous lemies in the ordinary aeroplanes." Mr. Henderson guessed in advance iat the war generals may be Grand like Frederick II. of Baden, Duke Ibert of Wurttemberg, Prince Rup- recht of Bavaria, and Generals Bu- w, Eichhorn, Heeringen and Pritt itz. Whether or not the German rown Prince will be given a command "doubtful." It will surprise many readers to be 1 ,1 that th (German fleet was auc- oned off in the year 1852. As for the resent German fleet: "When it does me to the battle on the high seas to which Germany will surely force ngland. we shall see modern tactics it to their supreme test, for only by ictical superiority can Germany hope i win." An "observation" blockade V England's fleet may last one year. for submarines, the opinion is ex- ressed that they will play little part i the present war. The one giant figure in the book is mpcror William, pictured as forced ito war against his will, but .ever ;arty to strike against a host of foes. The illustrations are -nearly 100, and re excellent, the book itself in paper ncl clear printing being quite a cred- able business achievement ' it en Armtml the Kaiser, by Frederick "Wil liam Wile: illustrated; the Sobbs-Merrm Co., Itidianapolie. Mr. Wile was for more than one doz--1 years a Berlin, Germany, correspon dent of the London Daily Mail and the ew Tork Times. Not only by his industry and skill as trained news reporter but by his i.rcc acquaintance with men who loulded German history, is Mr. Wile bundantly qualified to write such ook of political and military import- nce as this is. The style of writing is graphic and therwiso interesting. The chapters include the following dviral von Tirpitz, Creator of the kavy; Alfred Ballin, Merchant of Ham- urg: Dr. von Bethmann-Hollweg, ie Philosopher-Chancellor; Prince urstenberg, the Man Behind the hrone; Arthur von Gwinner, Banker nd Railway Builder; Prince Henry of russia. Sailor and Sportsman; Count eppelin. Commander of the Air; The 'rown Prince, the Kaiser of Tomorrow :mil Rathenau, Engineer. Electrician nd " Financier; Max Reinhardt, Stage Reformer; Ernst von Heyderbrand. the "ncrowned King of Prussia; Richard trauss. Composer and Revolutionary; lans Delbruck, the Professor in Poll ics: August Scherl, Pioneer of the 'ress: Prince von Buelow, Statesman, diplomat and Sphinx; Admiral von Coester, President of the Navy League larschall von Bieberstein, the Giant of he Golden Horn; August Tyssen, Iron Cine; Max Llebermann, the German lillet; Bernhard Dernburg, a Business Ian in Politics;' Count yon Bernstorff, Democratic Diplomat; Krupp von lohlen, the Master of Essen: Maximil in Harden, Journalist and Matador; on Jagow, Foreign Secretary; Von er Goltz, Organizer and Strategist; lerhart HAUDttnann. Poet and PI it v. right: Prince Lichnowsky, the Peace eeper in London; Von Kiderlen Waech- r, the Man of Agadir; Paul Ehrlich. ighter of Disease, and Count Ton 'o&adowsky. Social Reformer. he Fakem, by Samuel G. Blylhe. J1.35, George H. Doran Co., New lork City. 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Love, murder and civil and guerrilla warfare make up the chief elements of this thrilling novei of our Civil War. as viewed in Western Virginia. A Confederate sergeant returns to his old home county in Western Vir ginia and acts as a spy for General Jackson. The sergeant is disguised as a Federal . recruiting officer and finds that the locality swarms with guerrillas, nominally controlled - by Federal troops. Struggle, adventnre and bloodshed follow. The fair daugh ter of a murdered Federal Major is about to fall into the clutches of the guerrilla cbief and to save her from a dreadful fate our hero forces a hypo crite preacher to marry the couple. Husband and wife make a brave duo. Tho interest Is of the tense sort. From lu!ilin to Chieaffo, by G. A. Blrmlng- nam. si.au. oeorge i. uoran uo., Jsew York City. In private life, our author, who Is accepted as the most important Irish story-writer of our day, is Canon Han- nay, of the Episcopal Church of Ire land. 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It would require more ap propriation to maintain the department now than two years ago. The state of Ohio paid $70,817.41 last year to main tain the Fire Marshal's department: Minnesota, $30,000; Kentucky, $27,000; Maine, 10.900; Maryland. $10,000 and South Dakota, $8267.50. Bill Nob. 338 and 339. if enacted. would not consolidate the corporation and insurance departments. Its only ef fect would be to substitute for the Cor poration Commissioner a deputy In surance Commissioner. The insurance and corporation laws would not be amended, harmonised or articulated, and the state would see a "consolidated commission with two sets of employes, two sets of books, two systems of re ceipts and disbursements, and two funds into which the fees should go. It would be a department partly sustained Dy legislative appropriation of $15,000 a year, and partly by fees collected. To keep a record of the receipts and dis bursements the Secretary of State would be compelled to keep four ledger accounts, two more than necessary, and tnis also would be true in the State Treasurer's office. The bill, if enacted into law,1 would therefore be abortive because it would not do that which it purports to do. The corporation departmont is the biggest revenue producer in the state government. It is, the Railroad Com mission and constitutional offices ex cepted, the biggest department of state. Its income from June 8, 1813. to June 30. 1914. Inclusive, was $310,613.09. Its cost of operation, including the pur chase of a complete office equipment and the payment of all extraordinary expenses Incident to opening a new de partment, was $24,490.79. Its normal running expenses will be approximate ly $17,000. It turned into the general fund for the support of the state gov ernment $286,116.30. This sum would have maintained all the agricultural societies and county fairs in the state, paid the expenses of the State Fair for two years, built its new pavilion and paid its deficiency for id iz, ana still left $84,084.09 balance. The income of the department for one year was sufficient to have maintained the Blind School, the Mute School, the tuberculosis Sanatorium and Reform School for the years 1918 and 1914. and yet left $44,968.68 in the Treasury for other purposes. Last year's income of the department was sufficient to have paid all the expenses, including sal aries, of the offices of Governor, Secre tary or btate and State Treasurer for the years 1913, 1914. 1916 and 1916. to have paid the Governor's salary for 1917 and 1918, and to have lacked but $143.70 of paying the salary of the pri vate secretary to the Governor for 1917. . - To merge the corporation denartmeni into the Insurance department is like asking Jonah to swallow the whale. There are 9386 domestic and 693 foreign corporations upon the active record of the corporation department, and there are 286 insurance companies doinar business in Oregon and of record in the insurance department: During the fis cal year 985 permits have been grant ed investment companies in tne admin istration of the "Blue Skv" law. Not considering those cases where permits weie reiusea, or tne administration of the law in reference to stockbrokers, the "Blue Sky" division of the corpora tion department alone has done three times the volume of business done by the insurance department altogether. I am opposing initiative bill Nos. 238 and 339. not because of any reasons per sonal to me, but because I consider i' to be my duly, as the officer sworn to administer the corporation laws of the state, to oppose a measure, the enact ment or which would hamper and re tard the administration of the law r.n der procedure ambiguous and uncer tain, result in no saving and accom plish no good purpose. I hold no brief against th ennsnll dation o departments. I do contend that er.ould - consolidation or abolish ment be necessary, it should come as the result of careful study and investi gation of those equipped by business experience and training, ana be based upon business reasons, in the interest of economy, efficiency and'' a harmoni ous administration of the state's laws. Bill Nos. 338 and 339 does none ot this, and merits overwhelming defeat as a meaningless and Iniquitous measure. R. A. WATSON. Corporation Commissioner. . IRISH BREAK SURPRISE NEW NATIONALIST SITUATION EXTRAORDINARY. - Decision at Separation of Original Pro visional Committee From Vol unteers Brings Opinions, DUBLIN. Oct- 22. An extraordinary situation was created on the eve ot Mr. Asquith's arrival in Dublin, by the original provisional committee of the Irish National Volunteers breaking away from the Irish party. The an nouncement was utterly unexpected and produced a great sensation here. The decision was taken at a meeting of the majority of the members of the original provisional committee. The manifesto calls attention to Mr. John Redmond's speech, in which they say he announced for the Irish Volunteers a poliqy and programme fundamentally at variance with their own published and accepted aims and pledges, but with which his nominees are, of course, iden tified. He has declared it to be the duty of Irish volunteers to take foreign service under a government which is not Irish, without ' consulting the provisional committee, the volunteers themselves, or the people of Ireland. Having thus disregarded the Irish . volunteers ana their solemn engagements, Mr. Red mond .is no longer entitled through his nominees to any place in the adminis tration and guidance of the organiza tion. Those who by virtue of his nomina tion have heretofore been admitted to act on the provisional committee ac cordingly cease henceforth to belong to that body, and from this date until the holding of an Irish Volunteer con vention, the provisional committee con slsts of those only whom it comprised before the admission of Mr. Redmond. At the convention, which is to be held on November 25, next, it Is pro posed to repudiate any undertaking giveu for the dismemberment of Ire land, and to declare that Ireland cannot with honor or safety take part In foreign quarrels otherwise than through the free action of -her own gov ernment. Though the extreme section who have brought about the split have a big fol lowing In Dublin, the majority of the Irish nationalist voters will side with Mr. Redmond and his party. One Condition. (Answer.) Buttons Get up! Get up! The ho tel's afire! Scottish Gentleman Richt, laddie; but If I do, mind ye, I'll no pay for the bed. r More Mercy Than Justice. fLondon Opinion.) Wife (with, suffragette leanings) Until woman sets to vote it ia Impossi ble for them to get justice In the courts. Husband True; they get more mercy than justice, Dawn GYhm&W CHAPTER VIL BlaelticVa Fhilosopky. I did not write Norah about Von Ger hard. After all. I told myself, there was nothing to write. . And so I was the first to break tne solemn pact that we had made. You will write everything, won't you. Dawn dear?" Norah had pleaded, with tears in her pretty eyes. "Prom ise me. We've been nearer to each other in these last few months than we have been since we were girls. And I've loved it so. Please don't do as you did during those miserable' years in New Tork. when you were fighting your troubles alone and we knew nothing of it. You wrote only the happy things. Promise me you'll write the unhappy ones too though the saints forbid that there should be any to write! And Dawn, don't you dare to forget your heavy underwear in November. Those lake breezes! -Well, some one has to tell you, and I can't leave those to Von Gerhard. He has promised to act as monitor over your health." And so L promised. I crammed my letters with descriptions of (the Knff household. I assured her that I was putting on so much weight that the skirts which formerly hung about me in limp, dejected folds now refused to meet inthe back, and all the hooks and eyes were making faces at each other. My cheeks, . I told ber, looked as if I were wearing plumpers, and I was beginning to waddle and. puff as I walked. Norah made frantic answer: "For mercy's sake child, be careful or you'll be FAT!" To which I replied: "Don't care if I am. Rather be hunky and healthy than skinny and sick. Have tried both. It is impossible to avoid becoming round-cheeked when one is working on a paper that allows one to shut one's desk and amble comfortably home for dinner at least five days in the week. Everybody is at least plump in tht comfortable, gemutlich town, where everybody placidly locks his shop or office and goes home at noon to dine heavily on soup and meat and vege tables and pudding, washed down by the inevitable beer and followed by 40 winks on the dining-room sofa with the German Zettung spread comfort ably over the head as protection against the flies. There is a fascination about the bright little city. There is about it something quaint and foreign, as though a cross-section of the o'.d world had been dumped bodily into the lap of Wisconsin. It does not seem at all strange to hear German spoken every where in the streets, in the shops, in the theaters, In the streetcars. One i day I chanced upon a sign hung over the doorway of nr little German bakery over on the North Side. There were Hornchen and Kaffeekuchen in the windows, and a brood of flaxen-haired and sticky children in the back of the shop. I stopped, open-mouthed, to stare at the worn sign tacked over the door. "Hier wird English gesprochen," it announced. I blinked. Then I read it again. I shut my eyes, and opened them again suddenly. The fat German letters spoke their message as before "Eng-. lish spoken here." On reaching the office I told Nor- berg, the city editor, about my find. He was not impressed. Norberg never is impressed. He is the most soul- satisfying and theatrical city editor that I have ever met. He is fat. and unbelievably nimble, and keen-eyed, and untiring. He says, "Hell!" when things go wrong; he smokes innumer able cigarettes, inhaling the fumes and sending ou the t thin wraith of smoke with little explosive sounds between tongue and lips; he wears blue shirts, and no collar to speak of, and his trou sers are kept in place only by a miracle and an inefficient -looking leather belt. When he refused to see the story in the little" German bakery sign I began to argue. But man alive, this is America: 1 think I know a story when I see it. Suppose you were traveling in Ger many and should come across a sign over a shop, saying: 'Hier wird Deutsch gesprochen.1 Wouldn't you think you were dreaming" Norberg waved an explanatory hand. "This isn't America. This is Milwau kee. After you've lived here a year or so you'll understand what. I mean. If we should run a story of that sign, with a two-column cut, Milwaukee wouldn't even see the joke." . But it was not necessary that I live in Milwaukee a year or so In order to understand its peculiarities, for I had a personal conductor and efficient guide in the new friend that naa come into my life with the first day of my work on the Post. Surely no woman ever had a stronger friend than little Blacklel" Griffith, sporting editor of the Milwaukee Post. We became friends, not step by step, but in one gigantic leap such as sometimes tri umphs over tne gap Detween acquain tance and liking. I never shall forget my first glimpse of him. He strolled into the city room from his little domicile across the hall. A shabby, disreputable, out-at-elbows office coat was worn over . his ultra smart street clothes and he was puff ing at a freakish little pipe in the shape of a -.miniature automobile. He eyed me 'a moment from the doorway, a fantastic, elfin little figure. I thought that I had never seen so strange and so ugly a face as that of this little brown Welshman with his lank, plack hair and his deep-set. uncanny black eyes, suddenly ne trouea over to ine with a quick little step. In the door way he had looked 40. Now a smile illumined the many lines oi nis aara countenance, and in some miraculous way he looked 20. Are you the mew xorK importation r he asked, his great black eyes search ing my face. Tm vnais leu OI It, a. repnea, meekly. "I understand you've been in for re nairs. Must of met up with somethln' on the road. They say the goin' is full of bumps in N' York." "Bumps!" I laughed, "it's uphilt every bit of the road, and yet you've got to go full speed to get anywhere. But I'm running easily again, thank you He waved away a cloud of pipe smoke, and knowingly squinted through the haze. "We don't speed up much here. And they ain't no hill elimbin' f speak of. But sax, if. you ever should hit a nasty" place on the route, toot your siren for me and I'll come. I'm a regular little human garage when It comes to patchin' up those aggravating screws mat neea oiling. And, say, don't let Norberg bully you. My name's Blackie. I'm goin" t" like you. Come on over f my sanctum once In a while and I'll show you my scrapbook and let you play with the office revolver." And so it happened that I bad not been in Milwaukee a month before Blackie and I were friends. Norah was horrified. My letters were full of him. I told her that she might get a more complete mental picture of him" if she knew that he wore the pinkest shirts, and the purplest neck ties, and the -blackest and whitest of black-and-white checked vests that ever aroused the envy of an office boy, and beneath them all, the gentlest ot hearts. And therefore one loves him. There is a sort of spell about the illit erate little slangy, brown Welshman. He is the presiding genius of the place. The office boys adore him. The Old Man takes his advice in selecting a new motor car; the managing editor arranrres his lunch hour to suit Blackie's and they go off to the Press Club together, arm in arm. It is Blackie who lends a sympathetic ear to the society editor's tale of woe. He hires and fires the office boys: boldly he criticises the news editor's makeup; he receives delegations of tan-coated, red-faced prizefighting-looking per sons; he generally explains to the pho tographer why that last batch of cuts make their subjects look as if af flicted with the German measles: he arbitrates any row that the newspaper may have with such dignitaries as the Mayor or the Chief of Police; he man ages boxing shows: he skims about in a smart little roadster; he edits the best sporting page In the city; and at 4 I o'clock of an afternoon he likes to send around the corner for a chunk of devil's food cake with ' butter filling from the Woman's Ex change. Blackie never went to school to speak of. He doesn't know was from were. But he can "see" a story quicker, and farther and clearer than any newspaper man I ever knew ek cepting Peter Orme. There is a legend about to the ef fect that one day the managing editor, who is Scotch and without a sense of humor, ordered that Blackie should henceforth be addressed by his sur name of Griffith.. as being a more dig nified appellation for the use of fel low reporters, hangers-on. copy kids, office boys and others about the big building. The day. after the order was issued the managing editor summoned a freckled youth and thrust a sheaf of galley proofs into his band. "Take those to Mr. Griffith," he or dered, without looking up. "T who?" "To Mr. Griffith." said the managing editor, laboriously, and scowling a bit. The boy took three unwilling steps toward the door. Then he turned a puzzled face toward the managing ed itor. - - "Say, honest, I ain't never heard of dat guy. He must be. a new one. W'ere'U I find him?" "Oh, damn! Take those proofs to Blackie!" roared the managing editor. And thus ended Blackie's enforced flight into the realms of dignity. All these things, and more, I wrote to the scandalized Norah. I informed her that he wore more diamond rings and scarf pins and watch fobs than a rail road conductor, and that his checked top-coat shrieked to Heaven. There came back a letter In which every third word was underlined, and which ended by asking what the morals of such a man could be. Then I tried to make Blackie more real to Norah who. In all her sheltered life, had never come in contact with a man like this. As for his morals or what you would consider his morals. Si they probably are a deep crimson; but I'll swear there is no. yellow streak. 1 never have heard anything more pathetic than his story. Blackie sold papers on a downtown corner when he was a baby 6 years old. Then he got a job as offfce boy here, and he used to-l sharpen pencils, and run errands, and carry copy. After office hours he took care of some horses in an alley barn near by, and after that work was done he was employed about the pressroom of one of the old German newspaper offices. Sometimes he would be too weary to crawl home after working half the night, and so he would fall asleep, a worn, tragic little figure, on a pile of old papers and sacks In a warm corner near the presses. He was the head of a household, and every penny counted. And all tne time he was watching things, and learning. Nothing escaped those keen black eyes. He used to help the photographer when there was a pile of plates to develop, and presently he knew more about pho tography than the man himself. So they made him staff photographer. In some marvelous way he knew more ball players, and fighters and horsemen than the sporting editor. He had a nose for news that was nothing short of wonderful. He never went out of the office without coming back with a story. They used to use him in the sporting department when a rush was on. Then he became one of the sport ing staff; then assistant sporting ed itor: then sporting editor. He knows this paper from the basement up. He could operate a linotype or act as man. aging editor with equal ease. "No, I'm afraid that Blackie hasn t had much time for morals. But. Norah dear, I wish that you could hear him when he talks about his mother. He may follow doubtful paths, and asso ciate with questionable people, and wear restless clothes, but I wouldn't exchange his friendship for that of a dozen ofr your ordinary so-called good men. All these years of work and suf fering have made an old man ot little Blackie, although he is young in years. But they haven't spoiled his heart any. He is able to distinguish between sham and truth because he has been obliged to do it ever since he was a child sell ing papers on the corner. But he still clings to the office that gave him his start, although he makes more money in a single week outside of the office than his salary would amount to in half a year. He says that this is a job that does not interfere with his work.' Such is Blackie. Surely the oddest friend a woman ever had. He possesses a genius for friendship, and a wonder ful understanding of suffering, born of those years of hardship and privation Each learned the other's story, bit by blt, in a series of confidences ex changed during that peaceful, beatific period that follows just after the last edition has gone down. Blackie s little cubby-hole of an office is always blue with smoke, and cluttered with a thou sand odds and ends photographs. souvenirs, boxing-gloves, a litter of pipes- and tobacco, a wardrobe of dust- covered discarded coats and hats, and Blackie in the midst of it all, sunk in the depths of his swivel chair, and look Ing like an amiable brown gnome, or cheerful little joss-house god come to life. There is In him an uncanny wis dom which only the streets can teach. He is one of those born newspaper men who could not live out of sight of the ticker-tape, and the copy-hook and the proof-sheet. -Y' see. girL it's like this here." Blackie explained one day. "W're all workln for some good reason. A few of us are workln' for the glory of It. and most of us are workln t eat, and lots of us are pluggin' an' savin' in the hopes that some day we 11 have monej enough to get back at some people we know; but there is some few workln for the pure love of the work and 1 guess I m one of them fools. x see, started in at this game when I was such a little runt that now it s a ingrowing habit, though it is comfortin' f know you arot a place where you c'n always JGH! NOT CALOMEL. OIL OR SALTS, TAKE "CALIFORNIA SYRUP OF FIGS Delicious "Fruit Laxative Cleanses Stomach, Liver and Bowels. A harmless cure for sick headache, biliousness, sour stomach, constipation, indigestion, coated tongue, sallowness take "California Syrup of Figs." For the cause of all such misery comes from a torpid liver and sluggish bowels. A tablespoonrul tonight means all constipation poison, waste matter, fer menting food and sour bile gently moved out of your system by morning come In oufof the rain, and where you c'n have your mail sent." "This newspaper work is a curse," I remarked. "Show me a clever newsoa per man. and I'll show you a failure. There is nothing in it but the glory and little of that . We contrive and scheme and run about all day getting a story. And then we wrfte it at fever heat, searching . our souls for words that are clean-cut and virile. And then we turn it in. and what is it? What have we to show for our day's work? An ephemeral thing, lacking the first breath of life; a thing that is dead be fore it is born. Why, .any cub reporter, if he were to put into some other pro fession the same amount of nerve, and tact, and ingenuity and finesse, and stick-to-lt-lveness that-he expends in prying a single story out of some un willing victim, could retiro with a for tune in no time." Blackie blew down the stem of his pipe, preparatory to refilling the bowl. There was a quizzical light in his black eyes. The little heap of burned matches at his elbow was growing-to kindling wood .proportions. . It was common knowledge that Blackie's trick of light ing pipe or cigarette and then forget ting to puff at it caused his bill for matches to exceed, his tobacco expense account STou-talk." chuckled Blackie, "like you meant It- But sa-a-ay. girl. It's a lonesome game this retirin' with a for tune. 1 ve noticed that them guys who retire with a barrel of money usually dies at the end of the first year,- of a kind of a llngerln' homesickness. You. c'n see their pictures in th' papers, with. a pathetic story of how they, was Just beginnin' t' enjoy life- when along comes the grim reaper an'-claims 'em.'' . Blackie slid down in his chair and blew a column of smoke ceillngward. "I knew a guy once newspaper man. too who retired with a fortune. He used to do the City Hall for us. Well, he got in soft with the new adminis tration before election, and made quite a pile in stocks that was tipped oft to him by his political friends. His wife was crazy for him to quit the news paper game. He done it. An' say. that guy kept on gettln' richer and richer till even his wife was almost eatlsfled. But sa-a-ay, girl, was that chap lone some! One day he come up here look ing like a dog that's run off with the steak. He was just dyin' for a kind word, an' he sniffed the smell of the Ink an j the hot metal like it .was June roses. He kind of wanders over to his old desk and slumps down in the chair, and tips it back, and puts his feet on the desk, with his hat tipped back, and a bum stogie in his mouth. And along came a kid with a bunch of papers wet from the presses and sticks one in his hand, and well, girl, that fellow, he Just wriggled he was so happy. Tou know as well as I do that every roan on a morning paper spends his day off hanging around the office wisbln that mob or a fire or somethin' big would tear loose so he could get back Into the game. I guess I told you about the time von Gerhard sent me abroad, - didn't I?" , - "Von Gerhard!" I repeated, startled. Do you know him?" "Well, he ain't braggin' about it none," Blackie admitted, "von Gerhard he told me I had about five years or so live, about two, three years ago. He don't approve of me. Pried into my private life, old Von Gerhard did. somethin' scand'lous. I had sort of went to pieces about that time, and I went f him to be patched up. He thumps me fore an' aft, firing a volley of ques tions. lookin up the roof of m' mouth. and squintln' at m" finger nails an' teeth like I was a prize horse for sale. Then he sits starl. lookin' at me for about half a minute, till I begin t' feel uncomfortable. Then he says. slow: "Young man, how old are you?" 'O, twenty-eight or so," I says, airy." My Gawd!' said he. "You've crammed twice those years into your life, and you'll have to pay for it. Now you listen t' me. You got t' quit workln'. an' smokin. and get away from this. Take a ocean voyage,' he says, 'an' try to get four hours sleep a night, anyway.' Well say, mother she was scared green. So I tucked her under m arm. and we hit It up across' the ocean. Went t' Germany, knowin" that it would feel homelike there, an' we took in all the swell baden. and chased up the Jungfrau sa-a-ay, that's a clasBV little mountain, that Jungfrau. Mother, she had some swell time I guess. She never set down except for meals, and . sb e wrote picture postals like mad. But sa-a-ay, girl, was I lonesome! Maybe that trip done me good. Anyway. I'm tivin' yet. I stuck it out for four months, an, that ain't so rotten for a guy who Just grew up on printer's ink ever since he was old enough to hold a bunch of papers under his arm. Well, one day mother an' me was eittln' out on one of them veranda cafes they run to over there, w'en somehpdy hits me a crack on the shoulder, an' there stands old Ryan who used f do A. P. here. He was foreign correspondent for some big New York syndicate papers over there. " 'Well if it ain't Blackie!' he says. 'What in Sam Hill are you doing out of your own cell when Milwaukee's got Just four more games t' win the pen nant? "Sa-a-ay. girl, w'en I got through huggin' him around the neck an' buy In' him drinks I knew it was me for the big ship. 'Mother,' I says, 'if you got anybody on your mind that you neg-" iccted t' send picture postals to. now's your last chance. 'V I got to die I'm going out with m scissors in one mitt, and m trusty paste-pot by m" side!' An' we hits it for old Milwaukee. I ain't been away since, except w'en I was out with the ball team, sending in sportin' extry dope for the pink sheet. -The last time I was in at Baumbach's in comes Von Gerhard an' " "Who are Baumbach's? I interrupt ed. (To Be Continued.) Sweet Solicitude. (Washington Star.) "Why have prices advanced again?" asked the man witn the market basket. "My dear sir." replied the food mag nate, "have you not heard how the price of drugs has gone up?" "Of course." "We are trying to save you money. We don't want you to overeat and get sick." Battles in human blood between white corpuscles and disease germs have been photographed with the motion picture cam era bv two French scientists. " without griping. Please don't think of "California Syrup of Figs" as a physir. Don't think you are drugging yourself or your children, because this delicious fruit laxative cannot cause injury. Even the most delicate child can take it as safely as a robust man. It is the most harmless, effective stomach, -liver and bowel cleanser, regulator and tonic ever devised. Your only difficulty may be In get ting the genuine, so ask your druggi.it for a 50-cent bottle of "California PVrup " of Figs," then see that it is made by the "California Fig Syrup Company. This city has many counter feit "lis syrups," so watch, out. Adv(
