Tim SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, MARCH 14, 1915.
RKINGTON
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The Greatest Stories Ever Written of
a Real Boy and His Escapades
VI.--THE FALL OF GEORGIE BASSETT
THE August afternoon wu so hot cried Maurice, heated -with argument,
that even boys sought indoor "Didn't he tell me your papa had to
shade. In the dimness of the va- marry your mamma, or else he never'd
cant carriage-house of Mr. Echofleld's got to handle a cent of her money?
stable lounged Masters Penrod Scho- Certumly. people gotta marry. Every
field, Samuel Williams, Maurice Levy, body! Tou don't know anybody over
Georgia Bassett (the boy perfect) and 20 years old . that Isn't married ex
one Herman, colored, surname on- cept maybe teachers."
known. They sat still and talked. It is "Look at policemen!" shouted Sam.
a hot day. in rare truth, when boys de- "Tou don't s'pose anybody can make
vote themselves principally to conver- policemen get married, I reckon, do
satlon. and this day was that hot you?"
Their elders should beware such days. "Well, policemen, maybe," Maurice
Peril hovers near when the fierceness was forced to admit. "Policemen and
of weather forces inaction and boys in teachers don't but everybody else
groups are quiet. The more closely vol- gotta."
canoed. Western rivers, nitroglycerin "Well, I'll be a policeman." said Sam.
and boys are pent the deadlier is their "Then I guess they won't come around
action at the point of outbreak. tellin' me I have to get married. What
The thing which befell upon this you goin' to be. Penrod?"
broiling afternoon began to brew and "Chief police," said the laconic Pen
stew peacefully enough. All was inno- rod.
cence and languor; no one could have "What you?" Sam Inquired of quiet
foretold the eruption. Georgia Bassett.
They were upon their great theme: I am going to be," said Georgia con--When
I get to be a man!" Being hu- sctously, "a minister."
man, though boys, they considered This announcement created a sensa
their present estate too commonplace tion. Herman was the first to speak,
to be dwelt upon. So, when the old men "Tou mean preachuB?" he asked in
gather they say "When I was a boy!" credulously. "Tou goin' preach "
It really is the land of nowadays that "Yes." answered Georgie. looking like
we never find. Saint Cecilia at the organ.
"When I'm a man." said Sam Will- ' Herman was impressed. "Tou know
lams, "Tm goin' to hire me a couple of all 'at preachuh talk?"
colored waiters to swing me in a ham- "I'm going to learn It." Georgia said,
mock and keep pourin" ice water on me "How loud kin you holler?" asked
all day out o" those waterin' cans they Herman doubtfully.
sprinkle flowers from. I'll hire you for "He can't holler at all." Penrod in-
one of em. Herman.
"No: you ain" goin to," said Herman
promptly. "Tou ain' no flowuh. But
neV min' nat anyway.
Ain nobody
goin hiah me whens I'm a man. Goin'
be my own boss. I'm goin be a ral
road man!"
"Tou mean like a superintendent, or
sumpthing like that, and sell tickets?"
asked Penrod.
"Sup'in nev min" nat! Sell ticket?
No suh! Goin" be a po'tuh! My uncle's
a po'tuh. Solid' gole buttons "
"Generals get a lot more buttons than
porters." said Penrod. "Generals "
"Po'tuhs make the bes' livin'," Her-
man interrupted. "My uncle spen' mo
money 'n any white man 'n 'is town."
"Well, I rather be a General," said
Penrod. "or a Senator, or sumpthing
' like that."
"Senators live in Warshlngton." Mau-
rice Levy contributed the information,
"I been there. Warshlngton ain't so
much; Nlag'ra Falls is a fcunarea
times as good as Warshington. So's
Tlantlc City. I was there, too. I been
everyhere there is. I
"Well, anyway." said Sam Williams.
raising his voice in order to obtain the
floor, "anyway, I'm goin' to lay in a
. hammock all day and have ice water
sprinkled on top o' me. and I'm goin' to
lay there all night, too. and the next
day. I'm goin' to lay there a couple o'
years, maybe."
-I bet you don't!" exclaimed Maurice,
-What'd you do in Winter?"
"I'd stay right there," Sam declared,
with strong conviction, blinking a, he
looked out through the open door, at
th. daszllng lawn and trees trembling
In the heat! "They couldn't sprinkle
to much for me!"
-It'd make lcides all over you. and
"
"I wish It would." said Sam. "I'd eat
em up!"
"Ani it'd snow on you
"Tay! I'd swaller it a. fast as It'd
eome down. I wish I had a barrel o'
.now right now. I wish they wasn't
anything in the whole world except
just good ole snow."
t a u..nn- w... .rM wnf
out to the hydrant where they drank
long and ardently. Sam wa .till talking
about snow when they returned.
"No. I would'nt Just roU in It Td
stick it all round inside my clo'es. and
fill my hat No. I'd freese a big pile of
It all hard and I'd roll her out flat
and then I'd carry her down to some
ole tailor's and have him make me a
uit out of her. and "
-Can't you keep still about your ole
.now?" Penrod demanded petulantly,
-Makes me bo thirsty I can't keep still,
and I've drunk so much now I bet I
bust"
Tm goin' to have a big store when
I grow up," volunteered Maurice.
"Candy store T' asked Penrod.
-No, .ir! I'll have candy in It. but
not to eat so much. If. goin" to be a
deportment store: ladle.' clothes, gen-
tlemen'. clothes, neckties, china goods,
leather goods, nice line, in woollng.
and lace goods"
"Yay! I wouldn't give a five-for-a-cent
marble for your whole store." .aid
Sum. "Would you, Penrod ?"
-Not for ten of 'em; not for a mil
lion of 'em! I'm goin' to have
"Wait!" clamored Maurice. "You'd
be foolish, because they'd be a toy de-
portment in my store where they'd be
a hundred marble.. So how much
would you think your flve-for-a-cent
marble counts for? And . when I'm
keepin my store I'm goin' to get mar
ried."
"Yay." shrieked
Sam derisively.
-Married? Listen!" Penrod and Her
man joined In the howl of contempt
." .," " -'rr"
lUrrTS
Marjorie Jones. She likes me awful
7-ta-u1 n nd I'm har i I'll af mn r
ried to her as soon m.s I get my store
running nicely."
r. m
juurrivu. jecrcu Mia imams.
"Married to Marjorie Jones! You're the
only boy I ever heard say he wa. going
, '
to get married. I wouldn't get married
for-why. I wouldn't for-for-" Un-
able to think of any inducement the
mere mention oiT which would not be
ridiculously incommensurate, he pro
ceeded: "I wouldn't do it! What you
want to get married for? What do
marrled people do. except Just come
home tired and worry around and kind
of .cold? You better not do it M'rice;
you'll be mighty sorry."
"Everybody gets married." stated
Maurice, holding his ground. rney
laurice holding his ground. "They
bet I don't!" Sam returned hot-
MWs?
body has to get married unless they
want to.'
"They do. too." Insisted Maurice.
"Who told you?"
'-Look at what my own papa
toldmel"
xerposea. tie noners iiko a girl, ide s
the poorest hollerer in town."
Herman shook his bead. Evidently
he thought Georgte's chance of being
ordained very slender. Nevertheless,
a final question put to the candidate
by the colored expert seemed to admit
one ray of hope,
"How good kin you climb a pole?"
"He can't climb one at all." Penrod
answered for Georgie. "Over at Sam's
turning-pole you ought to see him try
to "
"Preachers don't have to climb
poles." Georgie said, with dignity.
"Good ones do." declared Herman,
"Bes" one ev' I hear, he dim' up an
down same as a circus man. One n'em
big 'vivals outen whens we livin' on a
fahm. preachuh dim' big pole right in
a middle o' the church, what was fer
to hoi" roof up. He clim' way high up
an' holler: 'Goin' to heavum, goin' to
heavum, goin' to heavum now! Halle
jujan. praise my Lawd!' An' he slide
down little, an' holler: -Devil's got a
hoi' o' my coat tails; devil tryin' to
drag me down! Blnnahs. take wanun!
Devil got a hoi' o' my coat tails; I'm
a-goin- to hell, oh Lawd!' Nex' he
elim' up little mo' an' yell an' holler:
Done chuck ol' devil loose; goin'
straight to heavum agin! Goin' to hea-
vum. goin' to heavum, my Lawd!' Nex-
he slide down some mo' an' holler:
'Leggo my coat tails, ole devil! Goin'
to hell ag'in, sinnahs! Goin' straight to
hell, my Lawd r An' he dim', an all
time holler: Now 'm a-goln' to hea-
vum; now 'm .-goin' to hell! Goin' to
heavum, heavum. heavum. my Lawd!'
Las', he slide all a way down. Jes'
a-squallln' an' a-kickin' an' a-rarin' up
an' a-squealin'. -Gone to hell! Gone to
hell! Ole Saturn got my soul! Gone to
hell!'".
Herman possessed that extraordinary
facility for vivid acting which is the
great naUve gift of his race, and he
enchained his listeners.
"Herman, tell that again!" said Pen-
r0(j breathlessly.
Herman, nothing loath, accepted the
encore, and repeated the Miltonie epl-
j ... w-. j
dwelling with a fine art upon those
portion, of the narrative which he
perceived to be most exciting to his
audience. Plainly, they thrilled less to
Paradise Regained than to its losing,
and the dreadful climax of the descent
mto the Pit wa the greatest treat of
alL
The effect was immense and instant
Penrod sprang to his feet
"Georgie Bassett couldn't do that to
save his life," he declared. "I'm goin'
to be a preacher! I'd be all right for
one, wouldn't I. Herman?"
"So am I!" Sam William, echoed
loudly. "I guess l ean do it if you can.
I'd. be' better'n Penrod. wouldn't I,
Herman?"
"I am, too!" Maurice shouted. "I got
a stronger voice than anybody . here."
The three clamored together indis-
tinguishably, each asserting his quali-
TELEPHONES
F THE telephone were not a part of
the army equipment today the war
simply could not be conducted at all
"long the present line,. The war thus
ar has been an artillery duel. Without
- -
t,.tt.,
ever in sight of the battery.
The gunners train their gun. on the
target by laying item ai a nxea angio
wh some definite visible point The
captain goes to w"
can see-tne enemy, ana na leiepnono
line run out to him from his battery,
.tchta. the fall -1..
V""" " " .f
""SlaIretTch..
. : .
:ST
exclusively Dy Tn-ar,
attending it lrlngJJownwM mA
orders and
calling out instructions
for firing,
eivina; the range and the distance.
The perfection which has been at-
f . means of communication 1.
' B lncalcaiabie vaiue.
or possibllity of such a
-ture from the front a. that of
epar " fc ., ,,
Oenerai eir joiih -
hv been unthinkable in other days.
tiv however. General French can
return to England, confer with Lord
" premier Asqulth, attend
r Pr King and in the
n?ur,yTonfweMe over
,id-u Tifr ArchlbaTd Mur-
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y at the iront .n
hear Omen F from
a - 'ffl1':
French being in as close touch with
conditions at the front aunng nis inree
days' visit in England a. if he were
tVeval
ir mi .mi in mi muni I , .HI ' '"
"GOIX" TO HEAVEJV!" SHIUEKGO GEORGIE, SQUIRMING UP AKOTHEK1SCH.
v , UK.HE.V!" ,
fictions for the ministry according to
.v.-v. v,. ,nt.
fierm&u a lue. wuiuu uou u v. t-
ed by these sudden converts without
question.
"Listen to me!" bellowed Maurice.
proving his claim to at least the voice
by drowning the others. "Maybe I can't
climb a pole so good, but who can hoi-
ier louder-n this? Listen to me-e-e!"
"Shut up!" cried Penrod. irritated,
"Go to heaven; go to hell!"
"Oo-o-oh!" exclaimed Georgie Bassett,
profoundly shocked. Sam and Maurice,
awed by Penrod's daring, ceased from
turmoil, staring wide-eyed.
"Tou cursed and swore!" said Georgie.
"I did not!" cried Penrod hotly. "That
isn't swearing."
"Tou said. 'Go to a big H".", said
Georgie.
"I did not! I said. 'Go.to heaven be-
fore I said a big H. That isn't swear-
ing, is it, Hermann? It's almost what
the preacher said, ain't it. Hermann? It
ain't swearing now. any more-not if
you put 'go to heaven' with it. is it,
Herman? You can say it all you want
to. long as you say 'go to heaven' first
can't you. Herman? Anybody can say
it if the preacher says it can't they,
Herman? I guess I know wnen i ain i
swearing, don't I, Herman?"
t,i u.man billed for the defend-
ant and Penrod was considered to have
carried his point With fine consist-
ency. the conclave established that it
was proper for the general public to
"say it" provided "go to heaven" should
In all cases precede it This prefix was
pronounced a perfect disinfectant, re-
moving all odor of impiety or Insult;
and. with the exception of Georgie Bas-
sett (who maintained that the minis-
ter"s words were "going" and "gone,"
not "go"), all the boys proceeded to
exercise their new privilege so lavishly
that they tired of it But there was no
diminution of evangelical ardor; again
were heard the clamors of dispute as
to which wa. the best qualified for the
ministry, each of the claimants appeal-
Ing passionately to Herman, who,
pleased but confused, appeared to be
Incapable of arriving at a decision.
During a pause. Georgie Bassett as-
USED IN WAR
phone usefulness, though seemingly a
very minor one, is its ability to supply
entertainment to the Intrenched armies.
A really f'
the entire lack of diversion suffered
1,.'
without nv amusement has freauently
without any amusement has frequently
proved extremely serious.
means ui n.o ioiuumc,
a way has been opened to overcome this
"-
soiaiers iu. c,u.uc ""
to gramophone concerts being enjoyed
b, in camp eight mile s in the rea,
ZZmotZZZel
-.. ... n-.;.- ...
lo, Tmusrof Ityraipr-es-
,t i undoubtedly of verv definite
ent it is undoubtedly of very definite
In obtaining information regarding
the movements of the enemy the tele
- ..
phone is oi ine greatest signincance.
and the multitude of adaptations and
skillful maneuvers to transmit Infer-
mation by telephone unknown to the
. n,etion unlimited
. r . .. ' .
Examples or tnese various aevices
are manifold, but one instance war-
rants especial mention.
One day during a change in position .
the Russian troops in hundreds passed
oy a man in a soldier's uniform lying
fn a ditch, where he complained of
w .i , ,.fn. .id
ru""' ."V: T " , mZ
and'n. sung
r hTwhT' " 4 SP- 8trUCK
At this he leaped to his feet reveal-
. telephone, over which' he had
'u .v.- n r
serted his prior rights. "Who said it
firsf- T'd like to knowr he demanded,
. . . , -
"I was going to do a minister irum
back today, I guess. And I guess
I said I was going to be a minister
right today before any of you said any-
thing at all. Didn't I. Herman? Tou
heard me, didn't you, Herman?"
"Tou right." said Herman; "you the
firs' one to say it"
Penrod. Sam and Maurice immediate-
ly lost faith in Herman. They turned
from him and fell hotly upon Georgie.
"What if you did say t first?" shout-
ed Penrod. "You couldn't be a minister
if you were a hundred years old!
"I bet his mother wouldn t let him be
one." said Sam. "She never lets him do
anything.' .
"she would- to- "t?rted Georgie.
"He's too sissy to be a preacher.
cried Maurice. "Listen at his squeaky
voice!"
"I'm going to be a better minister,
shouted Georgia, "than all thraeof you
put together. I could do it with my
left hand!".
The three laughed bitingly j choro s.
They jeered, derided, scoffed u , and raised
an uproar which would have bad its
enect upon mucn o...u..s,o.
Georgie's. For a time he contained his
risinjr choler and chanted monoton-
ously, over and over: I could; I could.
too! I could, I could, too! But their tu-
mult wore upon him. and he decided to
avail himself of the recent decision
whereby a big H was rendered nnocu-
ous and unprofane. Having used the
expression once, he found it comforting,
and substituted it for I could! coula,
too!" -
But it relieved him only temporarily.
His tormentors were unaffected by it
and increased their howlings, until at
last Georgie lost his head altogether.
Badgered beyond bearing, his eyes
shining with a wild light, he broke
through the besieging trio, hurling lit-
tie Maurice from his path.
"m show you!" he cried. In this
sudden frenzy. "You give me a chance,
aT,d m prove it right now!"
"That's talkln' business!" shouted
penrod. "Everybody keep still a min-
ute!"
He took command of the situation at
once, displaying a fine capacity for or-
ganization and system. It took him
only a few minutes to set order In the
place of confusion, and to determine,
with the full concurrence of all par-
ties, the conditions under wnicn
Georgie Bassett was
andergoing ,
to defend his
what may be per-
haps intell fTj IV'cTull
man test- Georgie declared he could
Her-
do it easily. He waa in a state of
great excitement and in no condition
- ... . ., , r,,,iv. y. would
attempt at aIL
certainly, he was over-confident
- th. dixcussion of the
r:" .
TSr"'
received a few female callers
who came by appointment to drink a
-d te hand to m-t
the Reverend Mr.4 Kinosling. lately
gt Jofiepn.8 MrS; Bassett.s
cnurcn.
A bachelor of tnirty, Mr. i.inosung
t .in,i fnrmMihltr Inter-
was ps
esting to the women and girls of his
own and other flocks. What favor of
his fellow dergymen a .light precious-
ness of manner and pronunciation cost
.. .. th.
mm was -
visible ecstasies of laaies.
tta had lust entered Mrs. Bassett's
front door, when the son of the house,
followed by an Intent and earnest
company of four, opened the alley gate
and came into the yard. The uncon-
seious Mrs. Bassett was about to nave
w ,., emerlence of a fatal colnci-
U was her nrst because she
hdtaTrrhadkbec:L8aWprovereb
of transcendency. Fatal coincidences
were plentiful in the fccnoneia ana
w.m.. fmillu. and would have
been familiar to Mra. Bassett .Ixad
"GOIN' TO HEAVE3T, HEAVEN,
Georgie been permitted greater in-
timacy with Penrod and Sam.
.Uva..5 "
looked about him approvingly.
"This cool room is a relief." he said,
waving a graceful hand in a neatly
limited gesture, which everybody s
eyes followed, his own included. It
is a relief and a retreat The windows
open, the blinds closed that is as it
should do. It is a retreat, a fastness,
a bastion against the heats assault
For me, a quiet room-, quiet room
and a book. A v . m. of poems lines
tr.oal and .cadenced tbl
sound Victorian. We have no later
poets,
;'Vf"
T Lhu7n,"
Kinosling Ah Swinburne.
"Not Swinburne, said Mr. Kinosl.ng
chastely. No.
That concluded all the remarks about
Swinburne.
Miss Beam retired in confusion behind
another lady; and somehow there be-
came diffused an impression that Miss
Beam was erotic,
"I do not observe your manly little
son Mr. Kinosling . addressed his
nustcBa.
-He's out playini
Bassett returned.
in the yard," Mrs.
: heard his voice
Just now. I think.
"Everywhere I hear wonderful re-
port of him," Baid Mr. Kinosling. I
may say that understand boys, and
j feeI that he is a rare, a fine, a pure
Spirtt. i say spirit for spirit is the
word j h3ar sp0ken of him."
A chorus of enthusiastic approbation
affirmed the accuracy of this procla-
matloni and Mrs. Bassett flushed with
pieasure- Georgie's spiritual perfec-
t,on waa demonstrated by instances of
u reiated by the visitors; his piety
wag cited and wonderful things he
had 6aid were quoted.
Not all boys are purCi of flne spirit,
0f nign mind, of noble purpose," said
Mr Kinosling, and continued with real
feeiing: "You have a neighbor, dear
Mra. Bassett whose household I indeed
realiy teel it quite impossible to visit
until such tlmo when better, firmer.
stronger handed, more determined dis-
clpline shall prevail. I find Mr. and
Mrs. .Schofield and their daughter
charming, but "
Three or four ladies said "Oh" and
6p0ke a name simultaneously. It was
as if they had said, "Oh, the bubonic
piagUe!"
oh! penrod Schofield!"
"Georgie does not play with him,"
-om Biiutt nuleklv: "that is. he
avoids him as much as he can with-
out hurting Penrod's teelings. Georgie
KING'S REIGN
. -n. or , rei
t'c Tdel, with difFi-
cult question, The organization of the
new retime on the Congo, the settlement
of thetroubleSome financial questions
between King Leopold's executors and
w- helrs anfl the uncertalnty ln the
political situation owing lu "'"Tr
party reeling uuueu iu uu uu.. ...a
-hi"f Tireoce.uDatlOn continued to be the
r , ...
defense of his country in view of the
increasingly menacing International
outlook in Europe. V ith regard to the
Congo he took the deepest interest in
ih. r,fnm that had become neces-
- - ,.- ,,,,
sary, and,- to snow nis enure uisin-
terestedness, he assigned the large an-
nuity reserved to King Leopold as
compensation for h s sacrifices to some
beneficent work in connection with
Central Africa. One year's annuity he
made tne iounuauuu ui a. mm.
for the Congolese service; another he
assd
IZ ver yeaj - he to touch a
penny of the money lor any personal
use or Pu
In all those tasks he wa. aided by his
wife, ftueea Elisabeth, who devoted her
is vry sensitive to giving pain. I
suppose a mother should not tell these
things, and I know people who talk
about their own children are dreadful
bbres, but it was only last Thursday
night that Georgie looked up in my
face so sweetly, after he had said his
prayers, and his little cheeks flushed
as he said: 'Mamma, I think it would
be right for me to go more with Pen
rod. I think it would make him a
better boy.' "
A sibilance went about the room.
"Sweet! How sweet! The sweet little
soul! Ah, sweet!"
"And that very afternoon," continued
Mrs. Bassett, he had come home in a
dreadful state. Penrod had thrown
tar all over him." ,
"Your eon has a forgiving spirit,"
said Mr. Kinosling. "A too forgiving
spirit perhaps." He set down his
glass. "No more. I thank you. No
more cake. I thank you. Was it not
Cardinal Newman who said "
He was interrupted by the sounds of
an altercation just outside the closed
blinds of the window nearest him.
"Let him pick his tree!" It was
the voice of Samuel WJlliams. "Didn't
we come over here to give him one of
his own trees? Give ham a fair show,
can't you?"
"The little lads!" Mr. Kinosling
smiled. "They have their games, their
outdoor sports, their pastimes. The
young muscles are toughening. It is
good. The sun will not harm them.
They grow; they expand; they learn.
They learn fair play, honor, courtesy
from one another, as pebbles grow
round in the brook. They learn more
from themselves than from us. They
take shape, form, outline. Let them."
"Mr. Kinosling?" Another eager Bpin
ster undeterred by what had happened
to Miss Beam leaned far forward, her
face shining and ardent. "Mr. Kinos
ling there's a question I so wish to
' ask you."
"My dear Miss Cosslit." Mr. Kinosling
responded, again waving his hand and
watching it, "I am entirely at your
disposal."
"Was Joan of Arc." she asked fer
vently, "inspired by spirits?"
Ho smiled indulgently. "Yes and
no," he said. "One must give both
answers. One must give the answer,
'yes'; one must give the answer, 'no.'"
"Oh. thank you!" said Miss Cosslit
blushing. "She's one of my great en
thusiasms, you know."
"And I have a question, too," urged
another lady, after a moment's hasty
concentration. "I've never been able
to settle it for myself, but now "
"Yes?" said Mr. Kinosling encour
agingly. "Is ah is oh. yes Is Sanskrit a
more difficult language than Spanish,
Mr. Kinosling?"
"It depends upon the student" re
plied the oracle, smiling. "One must
not look for linguists everywhere. In
ray own special case if one nay cite
oneself as an example I found no
great " insurmountable difficulty in
mastering either."
"And may I ask one?" ventured Mrs.
Bassett "Do you think it is right to
wear aigrets?"
"There are marks of quality, of
caste, of social distinction," Mr. Kinos
ling began, "which must be permitted,
allowed, though perhaps regulated. So
cial distinction, one observes, almost
RULER IS AT
DURING all this fighting King Albert
was In the front of the battle. He
often went unattended to the advance
trenches to cheer his men and to stimu
late their courage. Sometimes In his
undress uniform and with his star of
Leopold, which he always wears hidden
by his cape, the men did not know who
this tall officer was, and they tell
stories over their camp-fires how on
more than one occasion he took the
rifle of a soldier killed at his side and
took up. the firing himself. If this be
true, and there is no reason to doubt it,
the Germans must have suffered, for
the King is an unerring marksman.
When Antwerp was evacuated he re
fused to sail with the Ministers, say
ing simply. "My place is with my brave
soldiers." and his best reward is that
they have striven to merit his confi
dence by deeds of devoted heroism.
What have been the rallying words of
the Belgian soldiers? "We must do
something for our King!"
Throughout the long struggle for
their common country the King has
been with his men. sharing their dan
gers, their needs, their anxieties, nay,
more than that for on his head fell all
their anxieties. "A simple, heroic fig
ure," has said an Italian writer, re
minding him of Charle. Albert of Savoy
after Novara. But while Belgium has
sunk as low as Italy had in 1S46. her
destiny, her resurrection, is none the
less sure. The fortitude Of the King
has been shown in nothing more than
by his determination to remain on tho
continent. He has clung to the smallest
corner of Belgian territory, and he has
fixed the seat of his government in
France because it is only a few miles
away. From some points of view Eng
land would have been better and safer,
but to cross the sea seemed like exile.
He has more than once exclaimed: "It
IS DIFFICULT
attention and efforts to aid and
alleviate the sufferings of the sick and
the poor. Her practical experience
under her father's direction of the
routine of a hospital made her an ex
pert on the subject of the treatment of
the sick. She instituted the collection
on her name-day of funds by the sale
of an artificial rosette for the hos
pitals, and for the poor she established
creches and coal and blanket clubs
on a large scale. She was the first
of the Belgian rulers to think of the
poor and suffering, and it is not sur
prising that she became the idol of the
people as their bonne petite reine. But
her delicate health made every one of
her subjects fear that they might lose
their fairy godmother 'too soon, and
none would have dreamed that .he
would have the physical strength to
play the part of heroine as she has
done during the terrible scenes through
which her poor country has passed.
But with great mind, and brave hearts
the spirit rises triumphant over bodily
infirmities, and Queen Elisabeth has
acquired an imperishable place in the
affections and gratitude of the Belgian
nation, .
invariably imrlifs spiritual distinction
as well. Distinction of circumstance Is
accompanied by mental distinction.
Distinction Is hereditary: It descends
from father to son, and if there Is one
thing more true than 'Like father, like
son," It Is " he bowed gallantly ti
Mrs. Bassett " it is, 'Like mother, lllio
son.' What the.se good ladle, have
sadi this afternoon of your '
This was the fatal Instant There
smote upon all ears Uio volco of
Georgie painfully shrill and penetrat
ing. His plain words consisted of tUj
newly sanctioned and disinfected curse.
With an ejaculation of horror. Mrn.
Bassett instinctively sprung to tho
window and threw -open the blinds.
Georgie's back was disclosed to ttio
view of the tea party. He wss endea
voring to ascend a mple tree about
12 feet from the window. Knitirucinc;
the trunk with arms and IrRj. ho had
managed to squirm to a point Just
above tho heads of I'enrod ami ilenn.m,
who stood close by watching lilm earn
estly renrod being obviously In
charge of the performance. Across the
yard were Sam Williams and Maurice
Levy, acting as a Jury on tlie question
of voice power, and it was to a com
plaint of theirs that Gcorlo had Just
replied.
"That's rlarht Georgie," said I'enrod
encouragingly. "They can. too, hear
you. Let her go!" .
"Goin" to heaven!" shrieked Gcorsic.
squirming up another Inch. "Uoln' to
heaven, heaven, heaven!"
His mother's frenzied attempts tn at
tract his attention failed utterly.
Georgie was using tho full power of hlj
lungs, deafening his own cars to all
other sounds. Mrs. Bassett called In
vain, while the tea party stooii petri
fied in a cluster about the window.
'Goin to, heaven!" GeorKie bellowed.
"Goin" to heaven! Goin' to heaven!"
He tried to climb higher, but hepan
to slip downward, his exertions cauxtnij
damage to his apparel. A button flew .
Into the air and his knickerbockers and
his waistband severed relations.
"Devil's got my coat tall.", sinners!
Old devil's got my coat tails!" he an
nounced appropriately. Then he bepan
to slide. He relaxed his clasp of tho
tree and slid to Hie ground.
"Goin' to hell!" shrieked Georple.
reaching a high pitch of enl hushiMn In
this great climax. "Goin' to hell! Goin'
to hell! I'm goin' to hell, hell, hell!"
With a loud scream Mrs. Baneft
threw herself out of th window,
alighting by some miracle upon her
feet, with ankles unspralncd.
Mr. Kinosling, feeling that his pres
ence as spiritual adviser was demand
ed In the yard, followed with greater
dignity through the front door. At the
corner of the house a small departing
figure collided with him violently. It
was Penrod.
Mr. Kinosling seized Mm by the
shoulders and, giving way to emotion,
shook him viciously.
"You horrible boy!" exclaimed Mr.
Kinosling. "You ruffianly creature! Do
you know what's going to happen to
you when you grow up? Do you rvall.n
what you're going to be!"
With flashing eyes, the itillpnant hoy
make known his unahnkon purpose. He
shouted the reply, "A minister!"
(Copyright 1914. by the Wheeler Syn
dicate, Inc.)
xt week. "Penrod" story I. en
titled "Twelve!"
THE FRONT
would be better to die here than In a
foreign land." It will be remembered
that William of Orange declared that
If he were vanquished he would carry
the liberty of Holland In hit ship ta
America. Albert of Belgium bus. per
haps, bettered the example by aalng:
"If Belgium lose, her freedom to brute
force, I will perish with the last of Its
defenders." Scrtbner's.
How Boys' Fight Starts
"The Conqueror," in St. Nicholas.
"Tis!"
" 'Taln'tr
" 'Tis!"
" 'Tain'tr
"Step over the lino and I'll lick you."
Five brown toes wriggled over the
chalkline.
"Dare you to!"
This waa how it started. They fought
till Jimmy had a black eye and Johnny
a bloody nose. They rolled ln the Iut
and clawed and kicked and bit until,
by mutual consent they paused.
"Guess I licked, yer good and bard
that time!"
"Didn't lick me."
"Did!"
"Didn't!"
"Did!"
"Didn't!" And they were at it again.
"Boys!"
The fighting .topped Instantly. The
teacher stood before them.
"What is this about?"
"Jimmy callod me 'red-head."
"Johnny called mo "snub nose.""
"Didn't!"
"Did!"
"Didn't!"
The teacher', eye gleamed with
amusement
"Stop your fussing and shake hsndn."
Two grimy paws mot In a sullen
clasp.
"Now, go about your buslnewii."
"Johnny, have you been fighting
again?" This from an Indignant
mother.
"Jimmy called me names and I
licked him." was tho brief reply.
"Looks like you were up to some
thing, son," said father, as, weary and
footsore, Jimmy entered the houe.
"Johnny and I hd a fight"
"Well?"
"Aw. I could 1'ck Johnny with my
little finger!" was tho retort, and Jim
my's remaining eye flashed trium
phantly. Wouldn't Pcare ITIm.
(Judge.)
"Why didn't you toot your horn If
you saw the man In the road ahead?"
"I figured," replied the chauffeur,
"that it would be more merciful If he
never knew what struck him."
Tho Cop's SucjMtlon.
(Boston Transcript.)
Woman (separated from husband In
crowd) I'm looking for a small man
with one eye.
Policeman If he's a vary .mail man,
paay be you'd better, use both eyas,