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TWE SUNDAY OREfiOXTA. POTtTLAyP. JANUARY 10, 1915.
Jat Thn Rome t bine Happened, br Edmimfl
Vance cook. Illustrated. 75 cent. Dodge
Publishing Co., New York City.
Talk of the Arabian Nights. Sinbad
the Sailor, the Cadi and the Geni of
the Marie Ring
Mr. Cooke in this novel has written
a modem Arabian Nights entertain
ment, with an Ohio color to it. filled
'with astonishing adventures, told with
the skill of an easy, practiced story
teller. If your children or any other
children especially if they are boys,
ask for a story tell them what hap
pened in "Just Then Something Hap
pened."
Here is the start: "Mr. Packlepoose
wjui hurrying home to see Bumpy-
bambooney, and it happened. Of
course. Mr. Packlepoose wasn't his
real name. That was just Bumpybam
booney's pet name for her papa. And
of course. Bunapybambooney wasn't
her real name. That was Just Mr.
Packlepoose s pet name for his little
sin."
The Packlepoose family lived in
town fronting on Lake Erie, and on
the eventful dav when the wild anl
mala were to be moved from the old
Zoo In the park Mr. P. took a short
cut home, past the animal cases. A
sudden storm came up, the wagon
cages were overturned, the animals
escaued and chased Mr. P.. who ran
for his life. Now. while his little
girl waited for him at the window,
she saw him pass down the manhole
of a new sewer, while coyotes, lions
and a big bear chased him. The sewer
led to Lake Erie, and Mr. f. swam in
the lake, nursued by lions. "Just then
some thine: hhDDened." That is the
keynote to the story and Is the cue
for liberty, whenever Mr. P. is In
periL On this occasion fishermen
threw him a rope, and he reached
home. When Mr. P.'s little girl was
awakened next morning to go to
school, she was half asleep, and said
to her papa: "Go away.'
Now. unknown to the little girl, Mr.
P. was going away on a business trip.
On the railroad train he met
freckle-faced boy who said his name
was Soonybud. When Mr. p. ana
Sonnybud arrived In New Tork a sus
picious policeman arrested Mr. P. on a
rharea of kidnaping Sonnybud. but
Mr. P. escaped from the policeman's
clutches and reached an ocean steam
er. He is cast adrift on an Iceberg in
mid-ocean, with three live bears
reaches the Philippines, Italy. San
Francisco and other places of note.
And
All take a breath here.
"Der Teg." er The Trade Man, by James
31. V.arrte. 2."t cents. Uo psKes. Charles
fcorlbuers Sons, New Tork City.
There are only four characters In
this lurid and forceful play: Emperor,
Chancellor, officer and Spirit of Clul
ture. Although no other names are men
tioned, the identity of these persons is
significant and easily understood. The
Emperor, the leading figure and war
lord, is Emperor William II of Germany
and the Chancellor is Dr. von Beth-
mann-Hollweg. Imperial Chancellor of
Germany. The time is Just prior to the
present European war.
The play starts in a bare chamber,
lighted by a penny dip. which casts
shadows, and on a hard chair by a
table sits the Emperor, in deep
thought. To him come his Chancellor
and an officer the latter representing
the German army machine. The Chan
cellor presents a paper to the Emperor,
asking him to si(tn it. The officer
says: "When you have signed that
paper, Stre. the Fatherland will be at
war with France and Kussia."
Emperor: "Then it will ring round
the planet. The vibration of It will
pass in a hundred years. My friend,
how still the world has grown since 1
raised this pen. All Europe's listening.
Europe! That's Germany, when I have
signed. And yet ."
Officer: "Your Imperial Majesty is
not afraid to sign?"
Emperor (flashing): "Afraid!"
Officer: "Oh. Sire!" '
Emperor: "I am Irresistible today.
Red blood boils in my veins. To me.
every open door is the gift of a world!
I hear 100 nightingales. I would eat ai:
the elephants in Hindustan and pick
my teeth with the spire of Strass
burg Cathedral."
Officer: "That Is the Fatherland to
day. Surh as we are. that you have
made for us. each seeking to copy
you in so far as man can repeat his
deity. It was you who fashioned us
into a sword. Sire, and now the sword
must speak."
The Emperor hesitates to sign the
declaration of war. and receives as
surances from his Chancellor that
Britain "will not Join in Just now."
"I can vouch for it." goes on the
Chancellor." So well we've chosen our
time, it finds her at issue with herself,
her wild women let loose, her colonies
ready to turn against her. Ireland
aflame, tbe paltry British army sulk
ing with the civic powers. The of
ficer is of the opinion that in the past
alone lies Britain's greatness." The
Emperor thinks that "Britain has
grown dull and sluggish, a belly of
a land: she lies overfed; and timid
too. without red blood In her. but in
Its stead a thick yellowish, fluid.
Britain's part in the world's making
Is done. '1 was,' her epitaph."
The Emperor asks to be left alone, j
He falls asleep and the Spirit of Cul
ture appears, a noble female fiprure
In white robes. The Spirit says that
she has never had a home in Germany,
that she ha many homes, that the
fairest is In France, and that she is
no nation's servant, no single race's
queen. "Beware of Belgium. coun
sels the Spirit, as she departs.
The Emperor summons his Chancel
lor and refuses to sign the fateful
paper. A gun booms. The Spirit of
Culture returns, with a wound in her
brost. and aadly surveys him. She
accuses him of having made the war
and says there Is no Belgium now.
"God cannot let my Germany be ut
terly destroyed." cries the Emperor.
"ft God is with the allies. Germany
will not be destroyed. Farewell!" is
the reply of the Spirit. She lifts a pis
tol from the table and puts it in his
hand .
The British Army From Within, by E.
Charles Vivian. si. George H. Do ran
Company. New Tork City.
Our author was formerly connected
with the British army, and It is stated
that he is a member of one of the most
important "army"' families in England.
He is a well-known novelist, and
writes this book not with burning elo
quence, but with common sense and
quite a wealth of information. He is
also critical.
It is the British army of today that
Is presented in review and lauded
the army of Earl Kitchener that is
fighting the Germans in Flanders. We
are told about the army's organization,
arms, tactics: its ideals and the hu
morous state of its play; the good and
bad side of modern army training,
from the timid recruit's first day to his
emergence as a "crack" non-commissioned
officer. We meet with an in
timate view of the British soldier in
peace and war.
The chapter heads are: "Unique";
The Army as a Whole; The Way of
the Recruit: Officers' and Non-Coras;
Infantry; Cavalry: Artillery and En
gineers; In Camp; Musketry; The
BytosjEPfi -MXcojiEErr.
"It does not matter0 how many
books you have. What does
.matter is What those books are"
tteSlziZ207o' ISurz: 777(272 SometAjn?
Internal Economy of the Army; The
New Army: and Active Service, ine
pages are 176, and the principal fea
ture of the book is its extreme mod
esty.
Generally speaking, the sotaier at
home, no matter to what arm or
branch of the service he belongs,
undergoes a continuous training," says
our author. "It takes three years to
make an infantryman fully efficient.
five years to make a cavalryman thor
oughly conversant with his duties, and
five years or more to teach a gunner
his business. The ancient belief enter
tained bv civilians to the effect that
the army is a profession of laziness is
thoroughly exploded as soon as one
passes through the barrack gates, for
the army as a whole works as nara n
not harder than the average man in
equivalent stations in civilian life. As
for rifle shooting, the scores put on
hv mn of the armv taken in the
average, go to prove that British sol
diers have little to learn from those of
other nations in the matter of shoot
ing. Rapid, individual fire plays a iar
greater part in modern rifle shooting
than it did a few years ago. The 'vol-i.-.
n-hit-h i.aorf to be so tremendously
effective in the days of muzzle-loading
and slow fire at short ranges, are
little considered under present con
ditions. "No man. can tell how long the new
army will last, or what will be the con
ditions of service and strength of the
army after the proclamation of Pa?e.
One thing, however, is certain. Not
while a first-class power remains on
the Continent of Europe, will conscrip
tion cease altogether between the Urals
and the Atlantic, or between Arch
angel and Brindisi.
"Men's impressions of being unaer
fire vary so much that every account
i n-o.:r- -Mu nrincioal impres
sion was that I'd like to run away, but
thr was nowhere to run to, so i siui.iv
anH ?r.t used to it after a bit.
felt cold and horribly thirsty I "ever
thought to be afraid tin aii
It was interesting, till I saw the man
next to me roll over with a bullet in
his head, and then I wanted to get up
nc the devils w
, no uau u -"
that.' My own impresison was chiefly
a fear that I was going to be afraid I
did not want to disgrace myself, but
to be as good as the rest."
One man wounded at the battle of
Mons said: "I had four men with me
as a rear-guard, and we w-ere holding
the end of a village street to let our
men get away as far as possible before
we mounted and caught up witn inem.
We could see the German infantry
coming on. masses of them, but they
could not tell whether the village held
five men or a couple of s quadrons so
they held back a bit. At last I could
see we were in danger of being out
flanked, so I got my men to set
mounted, and Just as they were doing
so a German officer put his head round
the corner of the house at the end of
the street not 10 yards away from me.
I raised mv rifle, shut both eyes and
pulled the trigger It was poiDt-um..
range, and when I opened my eyes and
looked it seemed as if Id blown hal
. t felt scared at what
I had done it seemed wrong to have
shot a man like that, thougn ne a
his kind drive women and Jldre" n
front of their firing lines. It seemed
to make such a horrible mess some-
. . . trtaA and lust as I
swung my leg over the horse, a fool of
a German Infantryman aimed a Diowai
me with the butt end of his "fie 1
don't know where be sprung from
and damaged my arm like this. If he d
had the sense, he could have run me
through with a bayonet or shot me
but I suppose he was too hurried But
that officer s face after I d shot him
stuck to me, and I still "ream of it
and shall for some time. probabl. He
who told this story is "a boy of - or
and he has gone back to the front
to rejoin his regiment, now- w ith three
stripes on his arm. instead of the two
that werehis at the beginning of the
campaign."
're,YhmthBVT.
press. New Tork City.
Here we have from a German point
of view detailed plans prepared by a
member of the German general staff
in 1S01 for an invasion of England
and a scheme for . attack upon the
United States, in case of a conflict.
This book, of 10? pages, was. it Is
stated, "first issued by a publisher of
German military works, and was sup
pressed in Germany at the outbreak
of the present war in Europe because
of its reference to the United States."
It is stated that this is the first time
the material contained within these
pages has been published in, English.
The author Is daring and cold-blooded,
and writes plausibly. His book is cer
tainly timely.
These importation quotations are
made:
The military 'authorities must In the fu
ture reckon on the important problem of
preparing -for and conducting a war across
tne sea.
i t. n H roster resources for en
i.ntriao. nf thla kind and Is more efficient.
than inv other country. The excellent
training and readiness for war, the rapidity
with which the troops can oe
are not attained by any other power; then,
loo. Germany has the second larsest mer
chant marine In the world, which affords a
firat-class transport fleet not surpassed
even by England's. Finally, the constant
improvement and strengtnenmg ot our ol
ia affords additional security in
transporting troops. These especially favor
able factors make possible a wide fiela for
cormnnv's activity in world politics. It la
feasible for us to build strong military
f,,fe, which will be of great use to the
. ,n i.ia riirertion. to secure by fight'
ing a feared and esteemed position in the
world such as we have attained in Europe.
Operations against the United States of
North America must be entirely different.
With that country, in particular, political
friction, manifest In commercial aims, has
not been lacking In recent years, and has,
until now. been removed chiefly through
acquiescence on our part. However, .as this
submission has Its limit, the question arises
as to what means we can develop to carry
out our purpose with force, in order to
.nrrhjir the encroachment of the United
States upon our interests. Our main factor
i. nm i. P fi-ot Our hurtle fleet has every
of victoriously aeieating i
forces
or tne unuea -
persed over the two oceans. It is certain
,t,,i ,ft th defeat of the United States
fleet, the great extension of unprotected
coast line and powerlul resources oi mi
country would compel them to make peace.
As a matter of fact, Germany is the only
rrml nnnvr which is in a position to con
quer the United States. England could of
course carry out a successful attack on the
sea, but she would not be prepared to pro
tect her Canadian provinces, with which
the Americans could compensate them
selves for a total or crushing defeat on the
sea. 5,one- of the other great powers can
provide "the necessary transport fleet to at
tempt an invasion.
It is conclusive that the first aim of
every operation of Invasion In England is
their field army, ana tne secona must oe
London. It is orobable that these two oo-
Jectives would fall together, in that the
field army, on account of the small value
of the volunteers, is needed for the pro
tection of London fortifications, so as not
to leave the metropolis insufficiently de
fended. Powerful nubile opinion would de-
mind this for fear that London would fall
into the hands of the invaders. But if
London is taken by the invading army this
would still be only one of the many war
Dorts which must be seised, to securo
base of sunplles and for the further opera
tlons which have every view to concluding
the overthrow or England.
Inasmuch as the German army has de
termined uDon larger divisions of. troops.
the problems of operations on the distant
sea falls to the navy. In the future the
ponductinc of such operations will rest with
the General Staff. It will be necessary to
continue the preparations described for the
carrying out of operations against suca
countries as Asia, Africa and South Amer-
lca
The army of invasion can also take an
Important site in the hostile country and
utilize it as a base of operations. Con
tinuous communication with the home coun
try is therefore not absolutely necessary.
In a densely populated and rich country
it Is easy to secure provisions and supplies.
The maintenance of long lines of communi
cations is hazardous in that it requires ex-
riv. --mrd duty. When the battle fleet
has gained command of the sea it will be
in a position to protect continuously the
Base On tne Coast, ana wouiu aiau uimkc j.
possible for the corps of invasion to select
new bases. Sherman's march to Savannah
In the Civil War has shown the practicabll
lty of this plan. After one objective has
been attained, it should be possible for the
expedition to re-embark to land at some
other point on the coast for further oper
ations. Against the enemy's defenses we must
throw our full "strength and avoid enter
prises that involve a delay or a weakening
of our forces. Dearly purchased victories
will in the end detest our own aims.
The Oregonian, of course, is not re
sponsible for what this author says.
Mr. (irex, of Monte Carle, by E. Phillips
Oppenheim. Si. 33. Illustrated. Little,
Brown & Co.. Boston, Mass.
Trust Mr. Opnenheim for getting Into
the limelight at the right moment. He
has- a natural talent for it.
Here is another story of interna
tional diplomacy and gambling, which
has all the Oppenheim thrill In It.
Three eminent diplomats meet at
Monte Carlo, outwardly to have a rest
but in reality to carve out Europe ac
cording to their own particular plans.
and each for his own particular coun-
trv's benefit One of tne diplomats is
a mysterious Mr. Grex, and he has a
pretty daughter. Into tne plot steps
Richard Lane. rich, young, American,
eood-looking. and he falls in love
with Miss Grex. It turns out that Ger
many does not wish to invade and de
stroy England but only to destroy the
British navy, tjermany oners to re
store Alsace and Lorraine to France, to
regard as sacred all French territory
if France agrees that Germany snail De
allowed to occupy Calais for one year.
South Africa goes to Germany, India to
Russia and Egypt to France. America
and Britain are thought to be non
military, iJacific and wedded to grape-
juice diplomacy.
Bang goes a rocKet ana mat roctei
la Mr. Lane. It turns out also that Mr.
Grex is a Russian Grand Duke in dis
guise. When this Grand Duke finds out
that the hitherto despised Mx. L&ne bas
eloped with and has married his. the
Grand Duke's daughter .
The novel advises the United States
and Great Britain to arm.
The Turbulent Duchess, by Percy J. Breb
ner. L30. Little, Brown & Co., Boston.
The Duchess of the little kingdom of
Podina holds her little country in spite
of the plots of French King and Ger
man Prince aided by her Jester, Bergo
let, who is clever, handsome and young.
The time is when empires were in the
making in Europe and out of this de
lightful dream of old romance Mr.
Brebner has evolved a historical story
of unusual importance and entertaining
value.
Little Sir Galahad, by Pho'ebe Gray. Illus
trated. Small, Maynard St Co., Boston.
All folks who love children and that
phrase ought to include all people
everywhere will admire thiB charmingly-told
story of child-life in Amer
ica. Frances Willett is a boy who
founds the Knighthood of Sir Galahad
to protect and help the weak, especially
girls. He finds plenty of helpful work
to do, and does it A story of tremen
dously good influence.
The Lone-Star Ranger, by Zane Grey. $1.35.
Harper & Brothers, New York City.
Let nobody say that chivalry and
knighthood are dead in America.- Here
Is a stirring novel or wild Doroer aays
of Texas in. the early '70s, depicting
principally a conflict between outlaws
and Texas Rangers a novel in which
the two qualities named are vividly
portrayed.
i
a waniliinx Tablet, by George Wesley Davis
si. Y. f . ijrainara, -uv riitn avenue,
Tork City.
This American novel, sometimes fea
turing Santa Barbara, Cal.. is "realism
in no mistake, of the kind that Zola
and Ouida created, with modern dress.
Morphine, suicide, married unhappiness
and pure love occupy prominent places
in this story of doubtful influence.
Books Added to
Library
BIOGRAPHY.
Adair Some of hr life experiences.
d.
Powell Gentlemen rovers. 1913.
Stelner From alien to citizen. 1014. .
rooks" IV FOREIGN LANGUAGES.
Watson Hvad viide Mesteren; o versa t af
Anna Lassen.
DESCRIPTION AND TRAVEL.
Begbie Happy Irish, n. d.
Clemens Travels at borne, by Mark
Twain, psend ; selected and arranged by
Percival Chubb. 1910.
Hannay From Dublin to Chicago, by G.
A. Birmingham, pseud. 1914.
Jarintzoff Russia; the country of ex
tremes. 11)14.
Newlin The mcceas of the world, by Anne
Warwick, pseud. 1913.
PalmerMountaineering and exploration
in the tie Ik irks. 1H14.
FICTION.
Begbie Everychild, a Christmas moral
ity. Burn ham The right track.
Coulevain, pseud. The wonderful - ro
mance. Porter Henry of Navarre, Ohio, by Hol
worthy Hall, pseud.
Rive The Honorable Jercival.
FINE ARTS.
Baldry Millais. IMS.
Beetham Photography for bird-lovers.
Bentley Play songs from the song series,
with piano accompaniments by H, W.
Loomis. 1912.
Caine An augler at large. 1911.
Columbia University, Teachers' College
Arts and crafts club. Art industry in ed
ucation. 1912-13.
COOKE Baseballogy. 1912.
Crowe & Cavalcaselle New history of
painting in Italy. 3v. 1908-09.
Dimock outaoor pnotograpny.
"Dorothv Bradford" series No. 13 on cro
cheted bags, cords and tassels. 1914.
Kiel its Eiuana, ein sang vom cniemsee
von Karl Stteler: ten songs for medium
voice, English translations by 'in. satcer.
1902.
Hall Norwegian and other fish tales. itiv.
La Croix Old and new designs in crochet
work. v. 1-3. 5. 1913.
Le Blond Old gardens in Italy. 1I2.
Plays for amateurs: a collection of oa.m cha
lets.
Salmon How to color photographs una
lantern - slides, by Richard Penlake, pseud.
n. d.
Schumacker Columbia manual of cotton
crocheting. 1913.
Whiting Cycle of old Irish melodies for
four solo voices, with pianoforte accompani
ment. 1912.
KISIUBI.
Humo Great Lord Burghley. 1906.
Sanders, ed. Roman history and mythol
ogy. 1910.
Tllby English people overseas. 4v.. 1912.
SHAKESPEARE IS REVIEWED
Milwaukee, Wls. Author, With Rel
atives at Centralia, Is Critic.
"Some Textual Difficulties in
Shakespeare," by Charles D. Stewart,
is the name of a tew book just re
viewed by the Boston Transcript. Mr.
Stewart lives in Milwaukee, Wis., and
has relatives at Centralia, Wash. Don
ald Davies, of the Eastern Railway
& Lumber Co., "Centralia, is active in
the Washington-Oregon Advancement
Association, and he is a brother-in-
law of Charles D. Stewart.
"Some Textual Difficulties in Shake
speare is published, price fl. 3o, by
the Yale University Press, New Haven,
Conn. "Mr. Stewart's book," says the
Boston Transcript, " contains the sound
est, most sensible, most forcible Shake.
spearean wisdom that has appeared In
many years. One after another Mr.
Stewart enlightens the reader as to
the true meaning of a Shakespearean
difficulty. He is not prone to amend
the text until all other resources are
exhausted, and they rarely are ex
hausted. He shows again and again
that Shakespeare knew what he was
writing about, and that the misunder
standing of many a passage is due not
to a printer s error, but to the ina
bility of the reader to follow Shake
speare's thought. His elucidation of
Runaway Eyes in Romeo and Ju
liet' makes absolutely clear, as read
in the light of tne context, a passage
that has many times been pronounced
honelesslv corrupt. He leaves not a
fragment of doubt in the reader's mind
that he has given to anakespeare
Shakespeare's own meaning, and here,
as in his explanation of Sir Andrew
Aguecheek's meaning in his remark to
Malvolie. 'Her Cs, her U's and her
T's; why that?" he convinces us that
a knowledge of the Elizabethan cus
toms and the Elizabethan way of
thought will clear our pathway to the
easy overcoming of many an-oostacie.
'Mav we confess that we sat down to
read this book with a mind prepared to
scorn and that within a few minutes
of opening its p:.ges and thereafter till
the end we remained to aamire ana. 10
praise? It is a Shakespearean book in
ten thousand."
DOG LIKES BEAN A LA MODE
Sister Also Eats Lettuce, Apples,
Xnts and Dates on Toast.
ROSTOK. Mass- Jan. 4. Mrs. M. R. L
FYeshel. president of the Millennium
Guild, an organization which opposes
the slaughter or animais, nas a xoia.
hir terrier that is a vegetarian.
Sister, as the terrier Is known, ac
cording to Mrs. Freshet, nas never eai-
en meat.
This is what Sister likes: Lentils,
iwu beans, celery, carrots, radishes.
lettuce, apples, nuts, eggs, oatmeal and
buttered toast
Manv of our diseases come from
eating meat." says Mrs. FresheL, "and
when I became a vegetarian 12 years
ago I applied the principles to ani
mals. My Sister has never naa ais-
temper.
"if folks would only teach their ani
mals to eat vegetables we would not
have this fuss over the diseases of
dogs." ... -
Dawn OTIarai?!
CHAPTER XVIII (Continued)
"'Don't care if I do,' says he, and
swung his long legs oft the piano stool
and we made for the billiard-room,
with the whole gang after us. Sa-a-ay,
girl, I'm a mooest violet, I am. but 1
don't mind mentionin' that the general
opinion up at the club is that I'm a
little wizard with the cue. Well, Wen
he got through with me I looked like
little sister when big brother is tryin
f teach her how to hold the cue in her
Angers. He just sent .them- balls
wherever he thought they'd look pretty.
I bet if he'd held up his thumb and
finger an said, 'Jump through this!"
them balls would of jumped." .
Von Gerhard took a couple of quick
steps in Blackie's direction. His eyes
were blue steel.
"Is this then necessary?" he asked.
"All this leads to what? Has not Mrs.
Orme suffered enough, that she should
undergo this Idle chatter? It is suffi
cient that she knows this this man is
here. It is a time for action, not for
words."
"Action's comin later. Doc." drawled
Blackie looking impish. "Monologuin"
ain't my specialty. I gener'ly let tie
other gink Mk. Tou never can learn
nothin' by talkin'. But I got somethin'
f say f Dawn here. Now. in case
you're bored the least bit, w'y, don't
hesitate one minnit f
"Na, you are quite right, and I was
hasty," said Von Gerhard, and his eyes,
with the kindly gleam In them, smiled
down upon the little man. "It is only
that both you and I are over-anxious
to be of asisstance to this unhappy lady.
Well, we shall see. You talked with
this man at the Press Club?" .
"He talked. I listened."
"That would be Peter's way," I said,
bitterly. "How he used to love to hold
forth and how I grew to long for
blessed, silence for fewer words and
more of that reserve which means
strength!"
"All this time," continued Blackle,
"I didn't know his name. When we'd
finished our game of billiards he hung
up his cue and then he turned around
like lightning and faced the boys that
were standing around with their hands
in their pockets. He had a odd little
smile on his face a smile with no fun
in it, if you know what I mean. Guess
you do, maybe, if you've seen it.
" 'Boys,' says he, smilin' that twisted
kind of smile, 'boys, I'm lookin' for a
job. I'm not much of a talker, an' I'm
only a amateur at music, and my game
of billiards is ragged. But there's one
thing ai can do, fellows, from abc to
xyz, and that's write. I can write,
boys, in a way to make your pet little
political scribe sound like a high school
paper. I don't promise to stick. As
soon as I get on my feet again I'm
going back to New York. But not just
yet. Meanwhile. I'm going to the
highest bidder."
"Well, you know since Merkle left
us we haven't had a day when we
wasn't scooped on some political gun.
'I guess we can use you some place.'
I s.ivs. trvin' not f look too anxious.
If vour ideas on salary can take a
slump between new ions ana ju.nwo.u-
kee. Our salarie around nere is more
what Is elegantly known as a stipend.
What's your name. Bo?"
"'Name?' says he, smiling again,
Math, it'll be familiar t' you. That
is, it will if my wife is usin' It. Orme's
my name Peter Orme. Know a lady
of that name? Good.
I hadn't said I did. but tnose eyes
of his had seen the look on my face.
Friends in New York told me sne
was here,' he says, "Where is she now?
Got her address?' he says.
'She expectln' your 1 askeo.
'N-not exactly,' he says, with that
crooked grin.
"Thought not.' I answered, oeiore
I knew what I was sayin'. 'She's up
north with her folks on a vacation.
The devil she is!' he says, "wen,
in that case, can you let me have ten
until Monday?"
Blackie came over, to me as 1 sat
cowering in my chair. He patted my
shoulder with one lean brown hand.
Now kid, you dig. see? Beat It. io
home for a week. I'll nx ji up
with Norberg. No tellin' wnat a
guy like that's goin' t' do.
Send your brother-in-law down
here if you want to make it a lamuy
affair, and between us, we'll see this
thing through."
I looked up at Von uernara. ne was
nodding approval. It all seemed so
easy, so temptingly easy. i
away! Not to face him until I was
safe in the shelter oi orau s amio;
stood up, resolve lending me new
Ktrne-th and courage.
"I am going. I know it isn't brave,
but I can't be brave any longer. I'm
too tired too old "
I grasped the hand of each of those
men who had stood by me so staunchly
in the year that was past. The words
of thanks that I had on my lips ended
in dry, helpless sobs. And because
Blackie and Von Gerhard looked so
pathetically concerned and so unhappy
in my unhappiness my sobs changed to
hysterical laughter, in which the two
men joined, after, one moment's bewil
dered staring.
So it was that we did not hear the
front door slam, or the sound of foot
steps in the hall. Our overstrained
nerves 'found relief in laughter, so that
Peter Orme, a lean, ominous figure in
the doorway looked in upon a merry
scene.
I was the first to see him. And at
-the sight of the emaciated figure, with
its hollow cheeks and, its sunken eyes
all terror and hatred left me, and I
felt only a great pity for this wreck
of manhood. Slowly I went up to him
there In the doorway.
"Well, Peter?" I said.
"Well, Dawn old girl." said he,
"you're looking wonderfully fit. Grass
widowhood seems to agree with you,
eh?"
And I knew then that my dread
dream had come true.
Peter advanced into the room with
his old easy grace of manner. His
eyes glowed as he looked at Blackie.
Then he laughed, showing his even,
white teeth. "Why, you little liar!"
he said, in his crisp, clear English.
"I've a notion to thwack you. What
d'you mean by. telling me my wue s
gone? You're not sweet on her your
self, eh?"
Von Gerhard stifled an exclamation,
and Orme turned quickly in his direc
tion. "Who are your' he asked. "Still
another admirer? Jolly time you were
having when I interrupted." He stared
at Von Gerhard deliberately and coolly.
A little frown of disjike came into his
face. "You're a doctor, aren't you? I
knew it. I can tell by the hands, and
the eyes, and the skin, and the smell.
Lived with 'em for ten years, damn
them! Dawn, tell these fellows they're
excused, will you? And by the way.
you don't seem very happy to see me?"
I went up to him then, and laid my
hand on his arm. "Peter, you don't
understand. These two gentlemen
have been all that Is kind to me. I
am happy to know that you are well
again. Surely you do not expect me to
be joyful at seeing you. All that pre
tense was left out of our lives long
before your illness. It hasn't been
all roses for me since then, Peter.
I've worked until I wanted to- die with
weariness. You know what this news
paper game is for a woman. It doesn't
grow easier as she grows older and
tireder."
"Oh, cut out the melodrama. Dawn,
sneered Peter. "Have either of you
fellows the makin's about you?
Thanks. I'm famished for a smoke."
The worrying words of ten years ago
rose automatically to my lips. "Aren't
you smoking too much, Peter?" The
tone was that of a harassed wife.
Peter stared. Then he laughed his
short, mirthless litUa laugh. "By Jove!
Pawn, I believe you're as much my
wife now as you were ten years ago.
1 always said, you kow. that you would
have become a first-class nagger if
you hadn't had such a keen sense of
humor. That saved you." He turned
his mocking eyes to Von Gerhard.
"Doesn't it beat the devil, how these
good women stick to a man, once
they're married! There's a certain
dog-like devotion about it that's
touching."
There was a dreadful silence. For the
first time in my knowledge of him I
saw a hot, painful red dyeing Blackie's
sallow face. His eyes had a menace
in their depths. Then, very quietly.
Von Gerhard stepped forward and
stopped directly before me.
"Dawn." he said, very softly and
gently. "I retract my statement of an
hour ago. If you will give me an
other chance to do as you asked me.
I shall thank God for it all my life.
There is no degradation in that. To
live with this man that -Is degrada
tion. And I say you shall not suffer
it." '
I looked. up into his face, and it had
never seemed so dear to me. "The time
for that is past," I said, my tone as
calm and even as his own. "A man liko
you cannot burden himself with a
derelict like me mast gone, sails gone,
water-logged. drifting. Five years
from now you'll thank me for what X
am saying now. My place Is with this
other wreck tossed about by wind and
weather until we both go down to
gether." There came a sharp. Insistent
ring at the doorbell. No answerins
sound came from the regions above
stairs. The ringing sounded again,
louder than before.
"I'll be the Buttons," said Blackie,
and disappeared into the hallway.
"Oh, yes, I've heard about you,"
same to our ears a moment later, in a
high, clear voice a dear, beloved
voice that sent me flying to the door
In an agony of hope.
"Norah!" I cried, "Norah! Norah!
Norah!" And as her blessed arms closed
about me the tears that had been de
nied me before came In a torrent of
Joy.
"There, there!" murmured she, pat
ting my shoulder with those comfort
ing mother-pats. "What's all this
about? And why didn't somebody meet
me? I telegraphed. You didn t get
It? Well, I forgive you. Howdy-do,
Peter? I suppose you are Peter. I hope
you haven't been acting devilish again.
That seems to be your specialty. Now
don't smile that Mephlstophelian smile
at me. It doesn't fr'.ghten me. Von Ger
hard, take him down to his hotel. I'm
dying for my kimono and bed. And this
child Is trembling like a race-horse.
Now run along, all of you. 'Things that
look greenery-yallery at night always
turn pink in the morning. Great Heav
ens! There's somebody calling down
from the second-floor landing. It
sounds like a landlady. Run, Dawn, and
j tell her your perfectly respectable sis
ter has come, peter: von uernaro: air.
Mr. Blackie! Shoo!"
1 CHAPTER XIX.
A Turn of the Wheel.
"You who were ever alort to befriend a man
You who were ever the first to defend a
man.
You who had always the money to lend a
man
Down on his luck and hard up for a V.
Sure you'll he playing a harp in beautltude
(And a quare sight you will be in that
attitude)
Some day. where gratitude seems but a
platitude.
You'll find your latitude."
From my desk 1 could see Peter
standing in the doorway of the news
editor's room. I shut my eyes for a
moment. Then I opened them again,
quickly. No, it was not a dream. He
was there, a slender, graceful, hateful
figure, with the inevitable cigarette in
his unsteady lingers the expensive
looking, gold-tipped cigarette of the
old days. Peter was Peter. Ten years
had made little difference. There
were queer little hollow places In his
cheeks, - and under the Jawbone, and
at the base of the head, and a flabby,
parchment-like appearance about the
skin. That was all that made him
different from the Peter of the old
days.
The thing had adjusted itself, as
Norah had said it would. The situation
that had filled me with loathing and
terror the night of Peter's return had
been transformed Into quite a matter-of-fact
and commonplace affair under
Norah's deft management. And now 1
was back In harness again and Peter
was turning out brilliant political stuff
at spasmodic intervals. He was not ca
pable of any sustained effort He never
would be again: that was plain. He
was growing restless and dissatisfied.
He spoke of New York as though It
were Valhalla. He said that he hadn't
seen a pretty girl since he left Forty
second street. He laughed at Milwau
kee's quaint German atmosphere. He
sneered at our journalistic methods
and called the newspapers "country
sheets," and was forever talking of the
World and the Herald and the Sun, un
til the men ait the Press Club fought
shy of him. Norah had found quiet
and comfortable quarters for Peter in
a boarding-house near the lake and
just a square or two distant from my
own boarding-house. He hated it cor
dially as only t,he luxury-loving can
hate a boarding-house, ana threatened
to leave daily.
"Let'3 go back to the big town,
Dawn, old girl," he would say. "We're
burled alive in this overgrown Dutch
village. I came here In the first place
on your account. Now it's up to you
to get me out of It. Tnina oi wnat
New York means! Think of what I've
hni And I can write as well as
pvpr."
Rut T siwava shook my head. "We
wmiM not last a month in New York,
Peter. New York has hurried on and
left us behind. We're Just two pieces
of discard. We'll have to bo content
where we are."
"Content! In this silly hole! You
must be mad!" Then, with one of his
unaccountable changes of tone ana
topic. "Dawn, let me have some money.
I'm Ktranned. If I had the time I'd
get out some magazine stuff. Anything
to get a little extra coin. jeii me,
how does that little sport you call
Blackie happen to have so much ready
cash? I've never yet struck him for a
loan that he hasn t obliged me. I mink
he's sweet on you, perhaps, and thinks
he's doing you a sort of second-nano
fnvnr."'
At times su'jh as these all the old
spirit that I had thought dead within
me would rise up in revolt against
this creature who was taking from me
mv Dride. my sense of honor, my
friends. I never saw Von Gerhard
now. Peter had refused outright to
go to him for treatment, saying that
he wasn t going to De poisonea u uu
cursed doctor, particularly not by one
who had wanted to run away with his
wife before his very eyes.
Sometimes I wondered how long this
could go on. I thought of the old days
with the Ntrlangers; of Alma Pflugel's
rose-encircled cottage: of Bennie; of
the Knapfs; of the good-natured, un
couth aborigines and their many kind
nesses. I saw these dear people rare-
i ... f.-o . . Virl'inopr'fl resignation
to her unhappinea only made me rebel"!
more Keenly agHumi " n-
If only Peter could become well and
strong again. I told myself bitterly. If
it were not for those blue shadows un
der his eyes and the shrunken muscles
and the "withered skin, I could leave
him to live his life as he saw fit. But
he was as dependent as a child and as
capricious. What was the end to me?
I asked myself. Where was It all lead
ing me?
And then, in a fearful and wonderful
manner my question was answered.
There came to my desk one day an
envelope bearing the letter-head, of tbe
publishing house to which I had srnt
my story. I baianred It for a moment
in my llnRers, woman fashion, wom'rr
lng. hoping, surmising.
"Of course they can't want II." t told
myself. In preparation for any disap
pointment that was In slor for me.
"They're sending it back. This Is the
letter that will tell me so."
And then I opened It. The words
Jumped out at me from the t (lewrilten
page. I crushed the paper In my
hands and rushed Into Blackie's tittle
office, as I had been used to doing In
the old days. He was at his ilt-ntt,
pipe in mouth. I shook his shmii!tr
and flourished the letter wildly and dlt
a crazy little dance about his rhalr.
"They want It! They like It! .Not only
that, they want another, ss soon as I
can get It out. Think of It!"
Blackie removed his pipe from r.
tween his teeth and wiped his Hps wltfi
the back of his hand. "I'm thlnkln'."
he said. "Anything t obllKe you.
When you're through shovin' that pa
per into my face would you mind ex
plalnin' who wants what?"
"Oh. you're so stupid! So slow; Can't
you see that I've written a real live
book ahd had it accepted and that I am
going to write another if 1 have to run
away from a whole regiment of hus
bands to do It properly? lllackle, can't
you see what It means! Oh. Blackie. t
know. I'm maudlin in my Joy, but for
give me. It's been so long since l'v
bad the taste of it."
"Well, take a good chew while you
got th' chance an' don't count t'o high
on this first book business. I knew a
guy who wrote a book once, an" he
planned to tuke a trip to Europe on It.
and build a house when be got home,
and maybe a yacht or so. If he wasn't
too rushed. Sa-a-ay, girl, w'en Im
got through gettin' those royalties for
that book they'd dwindled down to
fresh wall paper for the dlnin'-room
and a new gas stove for his wife, nn'
not enough left over to take a trolley
trip to Oshkosh on. Don't count too
high."
"I'm not counting at all. Blackie, anil
you can't dlscourago me."
"Don't want to. But I'd hntn to see
you come down with a thud." "Suddenly
he sat up and a grin overspread bla
thin face. "Tell you what We'll 1n.
girlie. We'll celebrate. Maybe It'll be
the last time. Let's pretend this la
six months ago and everything's se
rene, lou get your bonnet. 1 II Ket the
machine. It's too hot to work, any
way. We'll take a spin nut to some
where that's cool and we'll orle.r cold
things to eat and cold things to drink
and you can talk about yourself till
you're tired. You'll have to take It
out on somebody, an' it in Ik lit as well
be me."
Five minutes later, with my hnt In
my hand, I turned to find Peter at my
elbow.
"Want to talk to you," be said, frown
ing. "Sorry, Peter, but I can't stop. Won't
It do later?"
"No. Got an assignment? I'll go
with you."
"N-not exactly, reer. The truth Is,
Blackie has taken pity on mo and ha
promised to take me out for a spin. Just
to cool off. It has been so insufferably
hot."
Peter turned away. "Count me li
on that," he said, over his shoulder.
"But I can't, Peter," I cried. "It Isn't
my party. And anyway "
Peter turned around, and there ws
an ugly glow in his eyes and an ugly
look on his face, and a little red rldgo
that I had not noticed before seemed
to burn itself across iis forehead. "And
anyway, you don't want me, eh? Well,
I'm going. I'm not going to have my
wife chasing all over the country with
strange men. Remember, you're nut
the giddy grass widdy you used to he.
You can take ine, or slay at borne, un
derstand?" His voice was high-pitched and
quavering. Something In his manner
struck a vague terror to my heart.
"Why, I'eter, If you care that much I
shall be glad to have you go. Ho will
Blackie, 1 am sure. Come, we'll go
down now. He'll be wailing for us."
Blackie's keen, clever mind grasped
the situation as soon as ho saw us
together. His dark face was illumined
by one of his rare smiles. "Coming
with us, Orme? Do you good. I'lle,
Into the tonneau, you two, and hsng
on to your hair. I'm going to smash
the law."
Peter sauntered up to the steering
wheel. "Let me drive," he said. "I'm
not bad at It."
"Nix with the artless amateur." re
turned Blackie. "This ain't no demon
stration car. I drive my own llltla
wagon when I go riding, and 1 Intend
to until I take my last ride, feet first."
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