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THE SUNDAY' OREGOXIAX. PORTLAND, NOVEMBER 29. 1914. 9 Xhi Witch, by Mary Johnston; (1.40. Jloughloa, Miff In & Co., Boxon. Back In the glorious field of histori cal romance, where as a novelist Miss Johnston has won her greatest suc cesses, has been evolved a strong, mas terful dramatic novel of the days when England burned witches "The Witch " Now, Portland has an Intimate ac quaintance with Pitches. But Portland In the year of grace 1914 does not burn Its witches, although it has many of tnem. Portland s witches are its pretty women and little girls who rule us by love. These witches are loving wives, daughters, sisters, who are as the cement that makes home. So-called " Merrle " England of ,lhe time of Queen Elizabeth and immedi ately afterward, burned and hanged its witches and sorcerers and so later did the good folks of Salem and other New England towns. In such times of witch trouble the action starts of Miss Johnston's new est novel, "The Witch. The heroine is Miss Joan Heron, and the hero Is Dr. Gilbert Aderhold, a physician who had been trained in medicine In the Conti nent of Europe. In the first chapter of tho novel the death-bed scene of Queen Klizabeth is described, and it is re corded that from her death bed "now came a moan and now a Tudor oath." Dr. Aderhold is called to attend a patient in the neighborhood of Joan's home, and they become cool friends. Joan is beloved by an aristocrat. Mas ter Harry Carthew, but she rejects him and tells him so. In revenge he tells the authorities that his supposed rival. Dr. Aderhold, is an agnostic, and that Joan is a witch. The horror-stricken authorities arrest Aderhold, Joan and several others. The trial for witch craft has the strongest writing in the book. Of course Joan and Aderhold .re found guilty and are sentenced to death, but a friend assists them to escape from gaol to a ship about to eail for Virginia. On the ocean the sailors think that Joan is a witch and that Aderhold is of the same faith. Both wanderers are placed in a boat and left to drift. They reach a semi-tropical island, where friendly Indians greet them and build them a house. Two years pass and, without any love scene, Joan and Aderhold emerge suddenly as lovers. A child is born to them. Armed Span- lards invade the island, hurry some of the natives to slavery and kill many .of the defenders. One Spaniard kills Joan s child before her eyes. Joan and Gilbert face other perils, as England is faced again. A hint of tragedy cornea. ffhromch the Brazilian Wilderness, by Theo dore Roosevelt. $3.50. Illustrated. Charles Bcrionert bona, rvew York: city. "To H. E. Lauro Muller. Secretary for Foreign Affairs for Brazil, and to Colonel Kondon, gallant officer, high minded gentleman and intrepid ex plorer, and to his assistants. Captain .A mil car. Lieutenant Lyra, Lieutenant Mello, Lieutenant Lauriado and Dr. Cajazeira, of the Brazilian army, and Kusebio Oliveira. our companions in scientific work and in the exploration of the wilderness, this book is In scribed, with esteem, regard and affec tion,' by their friend, Theodore Roose velt." Such ia the typical Rooseveltlan ded ication of this much-talked-of and in teresting book, which. In the language of the author, "is an account of a zoo geographic reconnaissance through the Brazilian hinterland." "When I started from the United States it was to make an expedltibn primarily concerned with mammalogy and ornithology, for the American Mu seum of National History of New York," explains Colonel Roosevelt. "This was undertaken under the aus pices of Messrs. Osborn and Chap man, acting on behalf of the museum. In the body of this work I describe how the scope of the expedition was enlarged and how it was given a geo graphic as well as a zoological char acter, in consequence of the kind pro posal of the Brazilian Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, General Lauro Muller. In Its altered and en larged form the expedition was ren dered possible only by the general assistance of the Brazilian government. Throughout the body f the work will be found reference after reference to my colleagues and companions of the expedition, whose services to science I have endeavored to set forth and for whom I shall always feel the most cor dial friendship and regard." Thl3 explanation, just quoted, is sig nificant of the man and his book. The recital" Is thrilling and fairly pulses with excitement and hair-breadth es capes from seeming death. Much of what appears within the pages of this book is appearing serially in news paper form, where It is extensively read. The book is a handsome, clearly printed one of 383 pages, with nearly to illustrations (several of them have views of the Colonel) and two maps. One of 'the maps Is of the River of Xoubt (Duvida), christened Rio Roose velt and subsequently Rio Teodoro by direction of the Brazilian government. The Bonny Side of Diplomatic life, by L. re HeKermann-Llndencrone. Illustrated. :. Harper Brothers. New York City. Madame De Hagermann-Lindencrone, the writer of the letters which make o this volume of 337 pages, is the wife f the recently retired Danish Minister to Germany, and is a woman ,of Inter national celebrity and interest. She was formerly Miss Lillie Greenough, of Cambridge, Mass.. where she lived with ber grandfather in the fine old Fay mansion, now the property of Rad cliffe College. As Miss Greenough our author de veloped a remarkable singing voice, end at 15 years of age she stud ted un der the direction of Garcia, at London, England. Two years later Miss Green ough became the wife of Charles Moul ton. the son of an American banker, who had been a resident In Paris since the days of Louis Philippe. Mr. Moul ton died and his widow married M. de Hagermann-Lindencrone, at that time Danish Minister to the United States, and later his country's representative at Stockholm, Rome, Paris, Washing ton. D. C, and Berlin. The first letter in this volume Is dated at Washington, D. C, November, 1875, and the last at Berlin, Germany, In 1912. Famous ones not only of this country, but of the earth, are described and their sayings recorded. Specially Interesting parts of the book are de voted to a description of ex-President Roosevelt, at Berlin, and an Interview which followed with the Kaiser. There is precious little human up lift in this book. It's just gossip but about emperors, kings, princes, diplo mats, musicians, etc. The French Army fYom Within, By ex- Troooer; fl. George H. Dorau Co., New York City. "One of the principles under which the present Republic of France is con stituted is that 'every citizen is a sol dier.' " That sentence is the keynote of this book of ISO pages, which is a mirror from real life of actualities in the l'rench army, a book said to have been written by a French soldier at present engaged in active military service. His name, for obvious reasons, la sup- "Book love, my friend, is your pass to the greatest, the purest and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for his creatures. It lasts -when all other pleasures fade." , pressed. He writes frankly, often crit ically. It is stated that In case of a national emergency the total war strength of tho French army Is calculated at 4,800, 000. This point Is also made plain: The book Is written after the present war began, as references are made on page 177: "It 'has become clear since the battle of the Marne that almost a second army was collected under the shelter of the Paris forts to reinforce the retreating line of men who fell back from the Belgian frontier, and in this connection It may be noted that the traditional French method of con ducting war is With 60 per cent of the men in the firing line and the remain ing 40 per cent in rear, as reserves." The French army Is shown to be Impetuous In attack, "but the present campaign has proved that French sol diers are capable of retreating in good order when strategy renders a retreat necessary." Naturally, the French artillery Is praised as being second to none, "but in point of numbers the field artillery might have been stronger when con sidered relatively with the total strength of the French army." The good-fellowship existing between French officers and conscripts Is point ed out. hut, of course, military disci pline is maintained. No opinion is expressed by our author as to the out come of the present war. The Whining of fbe Far West, by Robert HcNutt McKlro, Ph. I. Maps and illus trations. $2.50. Q. P. Putnam's Sons, New York City. Dr. McElroy Is Edwards professor of American history, Princeton Univer sity, and already acknowledged as a historian of note. "The Winning of the Far West," 384 pages. Is a historical book of far reaching Importance, especially to us of the Oregon country, where much of the writing has its central viewpoint or Interest. Briefly", we meet wth and enjoy a history of the regaining of Texas, of the Mexican War, of the Ore gon question and of the successive ad ditions to the territory of the United States within the continent of Amer ica. 1829-1867. Really, the book is a continuation of Theodore Roosevelt's well-known work, "The Winning of the West." and shows far more clarity of view and better selection of mate rial Our author begins his task with the history of the Texas Revolution under General Sam Houston, tracing the origin of that struggle to President Jackson's determination, so often an nounced In his letters of that period. to "regain Texas, peaceably If we can. forcibly If we must." The author has had access to large collections of Jack son's letters, most of which have never been published, and his treatment of the subject is distinctly new. The vol ume traces the origin of the Mexico American War, and in detail the prog ress of the war Itself, the accounts of the battles being based upon official documents and military reports. The Slldell mission, the struggle for "the whole of Mexico." the origin and po litical significance of the "Wilmot Proviso," the conquest of New Mexico and California, and the settlement of the old controversy over the ownership of the Oregon region, are treated as phases of the Western movement. Then follows a full discussion of the Com promise of I860, and the volume closes with a full discussion of the purchase of Alaska. Pressure on space in this column Is such at this busy season of the year that it is Impossible to quote at length from this volume. Civilization and Health, by Dr. Woods Hutchinson. S1.&0. UouKbton, Mifflin A Co. Boston. Dr. Woods Hutchinson ts pleasantly remembered In this city as a former resident. His lectures In Portland won many a smile and many a round of ap plausewhat the lecturer said was so original, so witty, so unexpected. Today, It is fair to assume that Dr Woods Hutchinson Is the most-admired writer from a popular vlowpoint on medical subjects In America. He has a 'arge following. His new books are events. Here is one, a clever as its predecessors. "Civilization and Health" provides expert advice and comment pertaining to the health of men and women living under the con ditions of modern life. Among the topics treated are: "Diseases of Civil ization." "The Dawn of the New Doc tor," "The Danger of Patent Medicines and Short Cuts to Health," "Modern Physical Degeneracy," "Lo, the Poor Indian," "Centenarians," "Women in Public Life." Soncs of the Outhtnds. by Heary Herbert Knlbbs. SI. 35. liounhtoo. Mifflin 4 Co., Boston. , A sort of Junior Bret Harte has arisen with a dash of John Hay In the person of Henry Herbert Knibbs, a new writer of Western verse. The Knlbbs verse has tumor, a sense oi Anthony Trollope. the open, and here and there the at' mospbere of real pathos. There are 29 poems in this little book, several of them having been published in high class magazines. Suitable as a Christ mas gift for a man. Two German Pamphlets, 10 cents each. "Germany's Just Cause" and "Truth About Germany; Facts About the War." The Mav Fatherland Publishing- Company, Conscientious followers of the Euro pean war, Its causes and progress, will find much of interest and probably of Influence in two pamphlets just issued by The Fatherland, a New York weekly "devoted to fair play for Germany and Austria. " These booklets. "Germany's Just Cause" and Truth About Germany: Facts About the War." contain views from men of international Importance as writers, thinkers and diplomatists, and the basic purpose of each Is to put Germany in a fair light before Ameri cans. In "Germany's Just Cause," writers Of note Including James CrDonnell Ben nett, Professor John Burgess, William Bayard Hale, John L. Stoddard, Peter L Grosscup, and others have con tributed articles dealing with Ger many's side in the present conflict, as viewed from an observation and study strictly American in attitude. "The Invasion of Belgium," a point on wmcn Americans nave been more prone to argue than any other in the war, is straightly discussed by Judge Grosscup. and the argument carries with it a vast amount of knowledge of European history In the last 100 years. and sets before the public facts that of necessity must have been condensed to a minimum by the newspaper reports, and incidentally by the English and French news censors during the early stages of the war when Germany was practically cut off from the outside world. . Throughout the arguments are sane and non-hysterical. They are learned discussions by men whose patriotic In tegrity cannot be impeached, and who are qualified as chroniclers of fact to take up an issue of such magnitude as the European conflict. "Germany's Just Cause" reprints valuable papers printed from -time to time in the New York and Chicago newspapers, and its main pur pose seems to be to give an unbiased American view , from sources which to begin with are not anti-German. "Truth About Germany; Facts About the War," is more of a pro-German publication. The statements are those from Dr. Lamprecht, Prince Von Buelow, Baroness Von Sternberg, Dr. Kaempf, President of the Reichstag, and many others of prominence who are intimately acquainted with the war situation from the German angle. Tonr Pay Envelope, by John R. Meader. SX The Devin-Adair Co., New York City. Mr. Meader is not one of those who declares that there are in this world of competition no social wrongs to cor rect. He admits the presence of these wrongs and social inequalities, but shows that the cure of them does not and cannot come from Socialism, but through saner methods. He declarer that "in the appeal of the Socialist slumber the darkest and most cruel in stincts of man's nature." This book of 221 pages Is a protest against Socialism, and the story Is told in a series of letters addressed to an intelligent. , well-informed working man. A book that, will make you think. Cored, by Brian Boru Dunce. Cartoons by Hugh Doyle and cover design by Enrico Monettl. SI. The John C. Winston Com pany. Philadelphia. "I took In all, just 70 cures for that dread malady, nervous dyspepsia." So begins this little book of laugh ter, said to have been written by a tired-out reporter on the Baltimore Sun newspaper, who at the opening of the recital Is just 23 years old. To cure the alleged malady from which (he thought) he Buffered, our author con sulted various physicians and swal lowed divers medicines and In describ ing all this, that's where the fan comes In. The cure of It all. described on the last page, is really a simple affair, after all. The Golden Are. by Kenneth Orahama. Illustrated. 13. John Laua Company. Nw ,York City. Eighteen chapters of a modern, fairy story of rustic and fanciful adventure In England a book of 252 pages suit able as a first-class Christmas gift for children of about 9 or 10 years old. Eighteen full-page pictures In color. Bis; Game Fields of America, by Daniel 3. binger. S-.-3. Illustrated. Goorg- H. poriia Co., New York City. With 70 illustrations and photographs by the author and color frontispiece and two drawings by Charles Living stone Bui we meet with to, itja hand some-looking book pf 808 pages vivid and exciting chronicles of bunting jaguar, bear, moose and other Amer ican big game from Alaska to South Amerloa. Mr. Singer not only tells of the thrill of the chase but of the humor and human appeal of camp and trail. A suitable Christmas present for a, young man. Carillons of Belgium and Holland, by Will lam Gorham Rice. $1.50. Illustrated. John Lane Company. New York City. Valuable' from the viewpoints of li brary selection and that of the serious reader, thla book of 232 pages, with S3 admirable illustrations. Is both artistic end r adable. It is an appreciative ac count of the beauty of tower music, much in church towers. i both Bel gium and Holland. In war-stricken Bel gium, some of these musical - towers may have been since smashed by shot and shell. This book Is a genuine, poetic record of tower music of recent, happier days, and as such ought to be preserved. The Bible and Mode Life, by Joseph 8. Auerbach. 75 cents. Harper & Brothers, New York City. Reprinted from "Essays and Miscel lanies." a longer book written by Mr. Auerbach, this contribution of 139 pages shows the Bible not only as a book of religion, but as a book of mar velous literature. Our author writes with helpful, spiritual sense and shows wide-acquaintance with the Bible as a vital force,' appealing not only to church people, but to non-church-goers. The Challenge of Faete and Other En by the late William Graham tiumner, LLm d., edited by Albert uauoway Keller, Ph. D. $2.5. The Yale University Press. xx ew torn city. The late Dr. Sumner was professor of political and social sciences, Yale Unl versity. and these 34 essaysseveral of which are now printed for the first timerepresent the fruit of the best years of his busy life. A valuable col lection of Information, covering a wide field of thought. The French Revolution In Son Donlsco. bv T. LothroD ritoddaru. S2. Houghton. Adr ian at ua, Boston. Tragic, unhappy and disastrous Is the history of French San Domingo and that which followed on its blood stained annals, the black State of Haiti. This history Is & complete, fair, learned one, and it ought to be received as such; 410 pages. The Longfellow Calendar, 1915. 60 con ts. sully. H-lolnteloh ,Ntw York City. In colors of green, brown and gold, thlB ornate and pretty calendar Is sure to please the eye and gratify the mind. There are sheets representing each week in the year, each sheet bearing on it apt quotations from the works of our great American poet. Long- lenow. - JOSEPH M. QUENTTN. FEAR OF OPERATION KILLS Woman Leaps to Death to Avoid Re moval of Cancer. WILKESBARRE. Pa., Nov. 23. Rather than submit to an operation, which physicians said -was the only chance for saving her life, Mrs. Joseph Sabolskl, aged 40 years, recently leaped to her death from a third-story win dow of the Mercy Hospital. . Mrs. Sabolskl was admitted to the Institution on November 19 and refused to undergo the knife. She suffered from cancer, and when ber condition grew worse she at last consented to go to the operating-room. The op eration was scheduled to take place at 10 o'clock, and one hour before that time nurses bathed ber and prepared her for the ordeal. After all was in readiness and the nurses stepped from the ward Into the hall, Mrs. Sabolskl Jumped from hei bed and ran toward a window. Patients screamed and Called for help. but attendants arrived just In time to see her leap through the window. She was dead when help reached her. EUROPE YET BUYS TOOLS Much Barbed Wire Also Taken From American Market. NEW YORK, Nov. 21. The Iron Age reports that definite figures now are available with regard to the sensa tional purchases of American machine tools by Europe. At least 1700 engine lathes have been bought In the last fortnight, while turret lathes, automat ics and grinding machines have been taken In good quantity. Even Germany has bought some machine tools here. Inquiries for a' large number of other machine tools. Including about 4000 lathes, are In hand, promising to de velop Into orders. This Increase' In business has greatly improved the tone of this branch of trade, and the domes tic demand la beginning to revive. Some machine toolmakers are now working double time. It also Is estimated that not less than SO.000 tons of barbed wire has been shipped abroad since the European war broke out. PRAYER BRINGS LENIENCY Aged Father or , 1 7 Children Gets Only One Year for Shooting. BOSTON. Mass, Nov. 21. Bowing his gray head on his hands In the dock In the Superior Court. Joseph Scott, colored. 58 years old and father of 17 children, prayed a few moments be fore asking Judge Qulnn to be lenient with him in sentence for the shooting of Henry Thornton. Soott shot Thorn ton In the back after accusing Thorn ton of paying attention to Mrs. Scott. Charged with assault with intent to kill, he was found guilty only of as sault with a dangerous weapon. "In view of your age, Scott." said Judge Quinn, "and the fact that you believed you were justified In suspect ing Thornton and in view of your past life, also, I am going to be as lenient as I can and be consistent in my duty to the community. I'll make your sen tence one year at the house of cor rection." AMERICAN HOSPITAL HEAD Pr. Mary - M. Crawford Achieves Fame in War Zone. PARIS, Nov. 26. Dr. Mary M. Craw ford, of Brooklyn, a member of the Duchess of Talleyrand's Red Cross sec tion, has become resident physician of the American military hospital, where 600 French and British wounded have already been treated and discharged. The hospital has posted a notice that neither a member of the medical staff nor any of the wounded shall be per mitted to make statements, to reporters. NEW YORK, Nov. 9. Dr. Mary Mer- ritt Crawford gained her first fame as the "first woman ambulance surgeon" in Brooklyn. She now appears to have succeeded In her ambition to be the first woman military Burgeon. She graduated from Cornell In 1904. She sailed for France on October 17. Differences in Taste. ' Exchange. There are differences ' in taste; a 19 plev J boy's favorite breakfast food. Dawn OHararjs CHAPTER XII. (Continued.) Bennle's mother was accused of being unfit to care for her boy, and Bennle was temporarily Installed In the De tention Home. There the su perintendent and his plump and kind ly wife had fallen head over heels in love with him,x and had dressed him In a smarv little Nor folk suit and a frivolous plaid silk tie. There were delays In the case, and postponement after postponement, so that Bennle appeared In the court room every Tuesday for four weeks Tfce reporters, and the probation of ficers and policemen became very chummy with Bennle, and: snowered him with bright new pennies and cer tain wonderful candles. Superintendent Arnett. of the Detention Home, was as proud of the boy as though he were his own. And when Bennle would look shyly and questtonlngly Into his face for permission to accept' the proffered offerings, the big superintendent would chuckle delightedly. Bennle had a strangely mobile face for such a baby, and the whitest, smoothest brow 1 have ever seen. The comedy and tears and misery and laughter of the big white-walled courtroom were too much for Bennle. He would gaze about with puzzled blue eyes; then, giving up the situation as something too vast for his comprehen sion, he would fall to drawing curly cues -on a bit of paper witn a great yellow pencil presented him by one of the newspapermen. Every Tuesday the rows of benches were packed with a motley crowd of Poles, Russians, Slavs, Italians, Greeks, Lltbunlans a crowd triad e up of fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, neighbors, friends and enemies of the boys and girls whose fate was in the hands of the big man seated in the revolving chair up in front. But Bennle's mother was not of this crowd; this pitiful. ludicrous crowd filling the great room with the stining. rancid odor of the poor. Nor was Bennle. He sat. clear-eyed and unsmiling. .In the depths of a great chair on the court side of the railing, and gravely received the attentions of the lawyers and reporters and court room attaches, who had grown fond of the grave little flguie. Then, on the fifth Tuesday, Bennie's mother appeared. How she had come to be that child's mother God only knows or perhaps he had nothing to do with It. She wa terribly sober and fright ened. Her face was swollen and bruised and beneath one eye there was a puffy green-and-blue swelling. Her sordid story was common enough as the probation officer told it. The woman had been living In one wretched room with the boy. Her husband had deserted her. There was no food and little furniture. The queer feature of it, said the probation officer, was that the woman managed to keep the boy fairly neat and clean, regardless of her own condition, and he generally had food of some sort.- although the mother sometimes went without food for days. Through the squalor and misery and degradation of her own life Bonnie had somehow been kept unsul lied, a thing apart. - , "H'ral" eakJ Judge Wheeling, and looked at Bennie. Bennle was stand ing beside his mother. He was very quiet and his eyes were smiling up into those of the battered . creature who was fighting for him. "I guess we'll have to take you out of this," the judge decided abruptly. "That boy is too good to go to waste." The sodden, dazed woman before him did not Immediately get the full mean ing of hia words. She still stood there, swaying a bit. and staring un intelligent at the Judge. Then, quite suddenly, she realized it. She took a quick step forward. Her hand went up to her breast, to her throat, to her lips, with an odd, stifled gesture. iou aln t going to take him awayl From me! No, you wouldn't do that. would you 7 Mot ior not for always You wouldn't do that you wouldn't' Judge Wheeling waved her away. Jtit tne woman dropped to her knees. "Judge, give me a chance! I'll stop drinking. Only don't take him away from me! Don't. Judge, don't! He's all I've got In the world. Give me a chance. Three months! Six months! A year! "Get up" ordered Judge Wheeling. gruffily, "and stop that! It won't do you a Dit of good." And then a wonderful thing han pened. The woman rose to her feet. A new and strange dignity had come into her battered face. The lines of suffering and vice were erased as by magic ana sne seemed to grow taller, younger, almost beautiful. When she spoke again it was slowly and dls uncuy, ner words quite free from the blur of the barroom and street ver nacular. "1 tell you you must srlve me t chance. You cannot take a child from a mother In this way. I teli you, ii you will only help ma I can crawl oacic up the road that I've trav eled. I waa not always like this, There was another .. life, before be fore Oh, since then there have been years of blackness and hunger and cold and worse! But I never dragged the ooy into it. Look at him!" Our eyes traveled from the woman's transfigured face to that of the boy. We could trace a wonderful likeness where before we had seen none. But tne woman went on In her steady, even tone. "I can't talk as I should, because my brain isn't clear. It's the drink. When you drink, you forget. But you must help me. I can't do It alone. I can remember how to live straight. Just as I can remember how to talk straight. 'Let me show you that I'm not au bad. Give me a chance. Take tne boy and then give him back to me when you are satisfied. I'll try uoa only knows how I'll try. Only a on t take mm away forever. Judge uoa t ao mat: Judge Wheeling ran an uncomfort able finger around his col ar's edge. Any iriends living hereT "No! No!" "Sure about that?" t "Quite sure." Now eee here: I'm going to eive you your chance. I shall take this boy away rrom . you lor a year. In that time you will stop drinking and be come a decent, self-supporting woman. Tou will be given in charge of one of these probation officers. She will find work for you, and a good home, and she'll stand-by you, and you must re port to ber. If she- Is satisfied with you at the end of the year, the boy goes back to you." "She will be satisfied." the woman said, simplv. She stooped and taking Bennie's face between her bands kissed him once. Then she stepped aside and stood quite still, loking after tho little figure that passed out of tbe courtroom with his hand In that of a big, kindly police officer. She looked until, the big door had opened and closed upon them. Then well, it was Just another newspaper story. It made a good one. That evening I told Frau Nirlanger about it, and she wept, softly and mur mured: "Ach. das arme baby! Like my little Oscar he is, without a mother." ( told Ernst about him, too, and Blackie, because I could not get bis grave little face out of my mind. I wondered if those who had charge of him now would take the time to bathe the little body, and brush the soft hair until it shone, and tie the gay plaid silk tie as lovingly as "Daddy" Arnett of the Detention Home had done. Then It was that I, quite unwitting ly, stepped into Bennie's life. , There was an anniversary, or a change in the board of directors, or a new coat of paint or something of the kind ta one of the orphan homes, and the story fell to me. I found the or phan home to be typical of its kind a big, dreary, prison-like structure. Tbe woman at the door did not in tbe least care to let me In. She was a fish mouthed woman with a hard eye. and as I told my errand her- mouth grew tisnicr and her eye harder. Finally she led me down a long. dark, airless stretch of corridor and departed in search of the . matron, leaving me seated In the unfriendly' reception room, with its straight-backed chairs placed stonily against the walls, be neath rows of red and blue and yellow religious pictures. Just as I was wondering why It seemed impossible to be holy and cheerful at the same time.' there came a pad-padding down the corridor. The next moment the matron stood in the doorway. She was a mountainous, red faced woman, with warts on her nose : "Good -afternoon." I said, sweetly, ("Ugh! What a brute!") I thought. Then I began to explain my errand once more. Criticism of the Home? No Indeed. I assured her. At last, con vinced of my disinterestedness she re luctantly guided me about the big. gloomy building. There were endless flights of shiny stairs, and endless stuffy, airless rooms, until We came to a door which she flung open, disclosing the nursery. It seemed to me that there were a hundred babies babies at every stage of development, of all sizes and ages and types. They glanced up at the opening of the door, and then a dreadful thing happened. Every child that was able to walk or creep scuttled Into the farthest cor ners and remained quite, quite still with a wide-eyed expression of fear and apprehension on every face. For a moment my heart stood still. I turned to look at the woman by my side. Her thin Jips were compressed into a straight hard line. She said a word to a nurse standing near, and began to walk about, eying the chil dren sharply. She put out a hand tr pat the head of one red-haired mite In a soiled pinafore; but before her hand could descend I saw the child dodge and the tiny hand flew up to the htfad, as though In defense. "They are afraid of her!" my sick heart told me. "Those babies are afraid of her! What does she do to them? I can't stand this. I'm going." I mumbled a hurried "Thank you," to the fat matron as I turned to leave the big. bare room. At the head of the stairs there was a great, black door. I stopped before it God knows why! and pointed toward it. "What is in that room?"' 1 asked. Since then I have wondered many times at the unseen power that prompted me to put the question. The stont person bustled on, rattling her keys as she walked.' ' "That oh, that's where we keep the incorrigibles." "May I see them?" I asked, again prompted by that inner voice. "There Is only one." She grudgingly unlocked the door, using one of the great keys that swung from her waist. The heavy, black door swung open. I stepped Into the bare room, lighted dimly by one small window. , In the farthest corner crouched something that stirred and glanced up at our en trance. It peered at us with an ugly look of terror and defiance, and I stared back at it. In the dim light. During one dreadful, breathless second I remained staring, while my heart stood still. Then "Bennie!" 1 cried. And stumbled toward him. "Bennle-r boy!" The little unkempt figure. In Its soiled knickerbocker suit, the sunny hair all uncared for, the gay plaid tie draggled and limp, rushed Into my arms with a crazy, inarticulate cry. Down on my knees on the bare floor I held him close close! and his arms were about my neck as though they never should unclasp. "Take me awayl Take me away!" His wet cheek was pressed against my own streaming one. . "I want my my mother! I want Daddy Arnettl Take me away." I wiped his cheeks with my notebook or something, picked him up In my arms, and started for the door. I had quite forgotten the fat matron. "What are you doing?" she asked, blocking the doorway with her huge bulk. "I'm going to take him back with me. Please let me! I'll take care of him until the year Is up. He shan't bother you any more." "That Is Impossible," she said coldly. "He has been sent here by the court, for a year, and he must stay here. Be sides, he is a stubborn, uncontrollable child." "Uncontrollable! He's nothing of the kind! Why don't you treat him as a child should be treated. Instead of like a little animal? Ton don't know him! Why, he.'s the most lovable I And he's 'only a "baby! Can't you see that? A baby!" She only stared her dislike, her little pig eyes grown smaller and more glit tering. "Tou great big thing!" I shrieked at her. like an infuriated child. With the tears streaming down my cheeks I unclasped Bennle's cold hands from about my neck. He clung to me, fran tically, until I had to push him away and run. The woman swung the door shut, and locked It. But for all Its thickness I could hear Bennie's helpless fists pounding on Its panels as I stumbled down the stairs, and Bennle's voice came faintly to my ears, muffled by the heavy door, as he shrieked to me to take him away to his mother, and to Daddy Arnett. I blubbered all the way back in the ear. until everyone stared, but I didn't care. When I reached the office I made straight for Blackle's smoke-filled sanctum. When my tale was ended he let me cry all over bis desk, with my head burled In a heap of galley-proofs and my tears watering his paste-pot. He sat calmly by, smoking. Finally he began gently to philosophise. "Now, girl, he's probably better off there than he ever was at home with his mother soused all the time. ' Maybe he give that warty matron friend of yours all kinds of trouble, yellln' for his ma." I raised my head from the desk. "Oh. you can talk You didn t see him. What do you carel But If you could have seen him, crouched there alone like a little animal! He was so sweet nd lovable and and he hadn't been decently washed for weeks and his arms clung to me I can feel his hands about my neck! " I burled my head In the papers again. Blackie went on smoking. There was no sound In the little room except the purr-purring of Blackle's pipe. Then: I done a favor for Wheeling once," mused he. I glanced up quickly. "Oh, Blackie, do you think No, I don t But then again, you can't never tell. That waa four or five years ago, and the mero'ry of past favors grows dim fast. Still, if you're through waterin' the top of my desk, why I'd like t' set down and do a little real brisk talkin over . the phone. You're excused." Quite humbly I crept away, with hope in my heart. To this day I do not know what se cret string the reaourceful Blackie pulled. But the next afternoon I found a hastily scrawled note tucked into the roll of my typewriter. It sent me scuttling across the hall to the sport- ng editor s smoKe-nlled room. And there on a chair beside the desk, sur rounded by Fcrap-books, lead pencils, paste-pot and odds and ends of news-, paper office paraphernalia, sat Bennie. Hia hair was parted very smoothly on one side, and under his dimpled chin bristled a very new and extremely lively green-and-red plaid silk tie. The next Instant I had swept aside papers, brushes. pencils, books, and Bennle was gathered close In my arms. Blackie. with a strange glow In his deep-set black eyes regarded us with in assumed disgust. "Wimmln is all alike. Ain't it th truth? I used t' think you was differ ent. But shucks! It ain't so. Got t turn on the weeps the minute you're tickled or mad. Why say. I ain't goin' f have you comln' In here an' dampenin' up the whole place every little while! It's unhealthy for me, sittin' here In the wet." "Oh, shut op, Blackie," I said, hap pily. "How in the world did you do Never you mind. The question Is. what you goin' f do with him. now you've got him? Goin' f have a French bunny for him, or fetch him up by hand? Wheeling appointed a probation skirt to look after the crowd of us, and we got f toe the mark." "Glory be!" I ejaculated. "I don't know what I shall do with him. I shall have to bring him down with me every morning, and perhaps you can make a sporting editor out of him." "Nix. Not with that forehead. He's a higb-brow. We'll make him dramatic critic. In tho meantime, I'll be little fairy godmother, an if you'll get on your bonnet 111 stake you and tho young 'nn to strawberry shortcake an" chocolate Ice cream." So it happened that a wondering Frau Knapf and a sympathetic Frau Nirlanger were called in for consulta tion an hour later. Bennie was en sconced In my room, very wide-eyed and wondering, but quite content. With the entrance of Frau Nirlanger the consultation was somewhat dis turbed. She make a quick rush at him and gathered him in her hungry arms. "Du baby du!" she cried. "Du Kleiner!" And she was down on her knees, and somehow her figure had melted Into delicious mother-curves, with Bennie's head Just fitting into that most gracious one between her shoulder and breast. She cooed to him in a babble of French and German and English, calling him her lee-te) Oscar. Bennie seemed miraculously to under stand. Perhaps he was becoming ac customed to having strange ladies snatch him to their breasts. "So." said Fran Nirlanger. looking up at us. "Is he not sweet? He shall be my lee-tel boy, nicht ? For one small year he shall be mv own boy. Ach, I am but lonely all the long day here -in this strange land. You will let me care for him. nicht? And Konrad, he will be very angry, but that shall make n bit of differ ence. Eh, Oscar?" And so the thing was settled, ana an hour later three anxious-browed women were debating the - weighty question of eggs or bread-and-milk for Bennle's supper. Frau Nirlanger was for soft-boiled eggs as being none too heavy after orphan asylum fare; I was for bread-and-mllk, that being the prescribed supper dish for all the orphans and waifs that I had ever read about, from "The Wide, Wide World" to "Helen's Babies." and back again. Fran Knapf was for both eggs and bread-and-mllk with a dash of meat and potatoes thrown In for good measure, and a slice or so of Kuohen on the side. We compromised on one egg. one glass of milk, and a slice of lavishly-buttered bread and Jelly. It was a clean, sweet, sleepy-eyed Ben nle that we tucked between the sheets. We three women stood looking down at him. as he lay there in the quaint old blue-painted bed that had pneo held the plump little Knapfs. "You think anyway he had enough supper?" mused the anxious-browed Frau Knapf. "To school he will have to go, yes?" murmured Frau Nirlanger, regretfully. I tucked the covers at one side of the bed. not that they needed tuck ing, but because It was such a com fortable, satisfying thing to do. "Just at this minute," I said, as I tucked. :"I'd rather be a newspaper re porter than anything else in the world. As a profession 'tis so broadenln", an' at the same time so chancey. (To Be Continued.) . 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