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THE SUNDAY ORE0OXIAX, POKTLAV, 31 AY 31, 1922 RIGHTEOUSNESS, JUSTICE MORE ACCEPTABLE THAN SACRIFICE True Religion Requires Fulfillment of Christian Principles Every Day in Week Lifting of Mankind to Higher Plane by New Spirit Declared by Pastor to Be Key to Period of Great Progress in History of World. BY REV. EDWARD CONSTANT, Pastor of th Highland Congregational Church. To .do rlghteousneess and justice is more acceptable to Jehovah than sacrifice. Proverbs xxl:3. IN SOME parts of the Old Testament religion and ritual are so closely allied that one seems to be In separable from the other. Ceremo nialism and priestly, functions stand out with great prominence. Much space is taken up in some of those ancient writings with mere technical ities. The zeal of the religionist was sometimes marked with close atten tion to the details of his ritual. So Apparent was this In some instances that It looked as if the externals of religion were essential things In the ervice of God, When such was the case the avenues of spiritual life were clogged and what was designed as an aid to the soul became an impediment. A false view was thus given to life and the atmosphere of religion became dull and murky. The idea of sacrifice loomed up large In all ancient religions By that means men, groping their way through superstition, sought to get square with the gods. They knerw no ether way of approach. Favor was bought. Religion was a species of bribery. The ruffled pride of an offended deity was soothed by the offering of treasures or the presenta tion of life on an altar. Mostly It was animal life, but sometimes human life, which was offered. Men were anxious to have the unseen powers on their side, and so they coveted the aid and protection of those pow ers. They stood in continual dread of the thunderbolt of divine wrath. The savage could have no other than a savage Idea of God, and when man was a, brute his God was also a brute. Blessings Are Sought. In those early days it was felt that something must be done to appease the anger of the gods or Insure their Zhe Idol of Paris, by Sarah Bernhardt. Translated from the French by Mary Tongue, The Maoaulay Co., New York elty. Fashioned in the romantic style of the French novels of the laBt century, this novel of France, Balglum, the theater and love, and also a duel in Which one lover is killed with a word thrust is of uncommon but not great interest, bearing as it does the name of Sarah Bernhardt, the dis tinguished French actress, and Its author. On the paper Jacket enclosing this novel, is this printed statement from the publishers: "Make what you will of this," she says. "My life? (a shrug of the shoulders, so characteristic of her) ... it is for you to say." There have been instances in lit erature where famous people who were not known to possess any lit erary ability, have sudd'eny appeared as poets and novelistso the wonder and delight of those who admired them. In some instances. It was dis covered afterward, the real authors of these books were private secre taries of the great ones men and women willing and able to allow their employers to shine in reflected light. It may be that Madame Bernhardt has in this novel reflected portions of her own tempestuous stage life. Ru mor says that in the middle nineties, she was the adored one of several passionate lovers who willingly en gaged in French duels, in which, un lucky ones got scratched, to win her favor, andi her smiles. The heroine of "The Idol og Paris" Is Mademoiselle Esperance Darbois, aotress, who sought entrance as a student at the Paris conservatoire by .hnnQ;nv nhnractAr for stairs dec lamation, that of Clytemnestra la "Iphygenia." (p. SO), and who after wards won first prize for tragedy and first prize for comedy, (pp. 133 134.). , Now in real life, Bernhardt, & Jew ess, of French and Dutch parentage, who was born in Paris In the year 1844, entered the Paris conservatoire in 1858, and won the second prize for tragedy and comedy, and in 1862 made heir debut in the eame Racine's "Iphlgente." Bernhardt's latex and big successes, historians say, were won as Dona Sol In Victor Hugo- "Hernani," and in Sardou's "Fedora," and "Tosea." Bernhardt and Sardoa were for yeaTS associated together artistically. "The Idol of Paris," is witty, brght, and rich in dramatlo qual'ties, and its people move about with marvel lous quickness. The action of the novel is rapid, and there Is not one Cull page In the 320 of the novel. Mademoiselle Esperance Darbois Is first Introduced to us when she is IB yeaTS old, the only child of her parentsi, Francois Darbois, a Frineh philosopher of distinction, and his wife, Madame Darbois "a charra'ng gentle little creature, without any pretensions." Philippe Ronaud, a brother of Madam Darbois, is a bus iness man. and a simple soul. His on Maurice Renaud, is 22 years old and a painter. A distant cousin 'a Adhemar Mdydleux, is family coun sellor, a tyrannical landlord, a self centered bachelor, and godfather of Esperance. TTura la a wnrd-rjieture of 15-year- old Esoexance Darbois. who must have been a beauty: "She was tall and slim, without being angular. The inT ..aA .nwnAfl this lp,nder stem was exquisitely fair, with the fairness of a- little child, soft pals gold, fair. Her face had, indeed, no strictly sculptural beauty; her long, fiax-colored eyes were not large: her nose had no special character; only her sensitive and clear-cut nostrils gave the pretty face its suggestion of ancient lineage. Her mouth was a little large, and her full, red lips opened on singularly white teeth as even as almonds; whie a low, Grecian forehead and a neck graceful In every curve gave Esperance a total effect of aristocratic distinction that no one could deny. Her low, vibrant voice produced an impression that ""as almost physical on those who introduced into every word she spoke several inflections which made her manner of pronunciation peculiarly For several pages Esperance hints to ner parents tnat. sne is aDout to enter some career, but it Is difficult On page 18, Esperance finds that her parents oppose ner. one taints, so that she will get her own way. which Is, that she will get their permission to be an actress. When the desired permission is given, she "went sud denly pink," and said: "Oh, I thank you. How I love you both. Ttank vnn At the entrance examination at the conservatoire. the Darbois party meets Victorian Sardou, the dram atist, who takes a great fancy to Esperance. She is acclaimed at once as a laitfnieoi acLi, one wno pos sesses "the voice, the smile, the dis tinction, the manner, the rythm" of an artist. She also is a great pianist. In fact, Esperance b drawn as a blessings. Men desired success in battle, deliverance from the place, and hoped their flocks and. crops might be preserved in the havoc of the storm or that their cargoes of grain and merchandise might reach port in safety. At once they thought of the temple and altar and consulted the oracles. The aid of the priest was secured, gifts were made, animals were slain, wine was poured out, li cense ascended, lights burned and men shouted and gesticulated to ob tain the favors of the gods. By means like these they imagined the fury of the sprites might be averted and the gods pleased by the things carried to the temple. Righteousness or justice was not taken Into account. That was paganism, or man's first and crude idea of deity. In more than one sense man was then living in the wilds. It was the gloaming of the early morning hour, when objects could not be clearly discerned. , Now, the religion of the Old Testa ment was an advance. It grew In clarity and purity, became more spir itual and rational with the passage of the years. As time went on the He brew idea of God grew more exalted. At first Jehovah was nothing more than a tribal God, but was deemed superior to all the other tribal gods. He was represented as mighty and terrible, a being who was jealous of his power and honor, from whose presence came the devouring fire. Old traditions lingered with this people and it was not easy for the pagan Ideas to be shaken off. Ideas of God Develop. But as the Hebrew people developed their Idea of God developed also. Be idg a growing people, they had a growing God. Hence they finally ar rived at the highest conception! of God. To them he became holy, truth ful, demanding reverence and sin cerity In his worship. Men, must serve him with "clean hands and a pure heart." He could not be bribedv de ceived by costly gifts or blinded by the smoke of sacrif'cial fires. The . 5 ,' roan BvIoBEFH HaCQUEEN. highly improbable, unreal character. She does not belong to real life, but to highly-colored French fiction. When strong men first see Esper ance, many of them turn pale with amotion, and a few of them faint. Remarkable. Of course, Esperance makes good as an actress, and a great stage career apparently Is her destiny. When Esperance acts be fore King Leopold of Belgium and the Queen of the Belgians, she re ceives from them as faint expressions of their admiration, gifts of jewels. Two chief lovers appear who w'sh to gain Esperance: Count Albert Sty vens, of Belgium, andi Duke de Mor lay La Branche, a Frenchman. Both lovers are rich and. aristocratic. Esperance secretly loves the duke, but does not tell him so, as she al ready Is engaged to marry her more tempestuous lover, Count Albert, a man she loathes. The Darbois family accepts the count a3 Esperance's fu ture husband. Albert discovers that his affianced loves the duke and when the twi rivals meet, Albert arranges matters so that a duel with swords is ar ranged. In this duel, Albert is ser iously injured. The love affair is pictured at fever heat. Oar Elelen Billion Dollars: Europe's Debt to me united btates, Dy Kobert Mount sier. Thomas Seltzer, New York city. It is only after a quiet, searching reading that one can grasp mentally what this learned book teaches. It's text Is dollars. It shows that 17 European governments owe this coun try upwards of Tll,000,000,OO0, and that some American congressmen ex peot Europe to pay us this money in WW-,fy$.l Madame Sarah Bernhardt, author of "The Idol of Paris," a novel of the French theater. 25 years. But it is pointed out if this debt were paid In gold to the United States, it would spell ruin for us and even if the money were paid to us in commodities. In the latter case our author argues, our markets would be glutted, and millions of workmen thrown out of employment. What, then, is the answer? Our author shows that the better plan would be to absorb the interest on the debt and to invest it abroad, even if. certain European governments are not actually solvent. To .advise but not settle econmic matters connected with this debt, it is advised that a world's economic congress ought soon to be held in Washington, D. C. Creative Music for Children, by Satis N. Coleman. Illustrated. - G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York city. A thoughtful and Instructive book in musical pedagogy, with numerous pictures to show the author's mean ing. . Mrs. Coleman is a musical pioneer and In this department she shows remarkable talent. She realized at the beginning of her educative work among young children that many of the latter disliked the ordinary les sons in music, had no idea of rhythm, and could not be trusted to be on hand at music-lesson time. The thought struck her: why could the children not make their own mu sical instruments? Her experiments were carried out with children from 5 to 9 years of age. The children al) liked to beat drums, and one child made a kettledrum from a chopping bowl and another from a coconut shell. Effective barrel drums were made from birch bark and kegs Other drums were . made from stretched aviators' linen, coated with shellac. A spice box and sleigh bells formed the basis for a tambourine, and pipes of pan were made from the plant called the Japanese fleece Jewish priest was placed on a higher platform and made the mediator be tween man In his penitence and God in his purity. His office was expres sive of prayer, hope and promise. As man aspired light broke out in his soul. He found that "to do righteous ness and justice is more acceptable to Jehovah than sacrifice." Mercy counted for more than temple rites. There was a danger, however. In those Old Testament days that men might mistake the shadow for the substance and place a fictitious value upon external things. The prophets were continually warning them against that. They were liable to re strict religion to particular days and places, to localize the Almighty and set limitations upon the operations of his spirit. Method and plan were apt to claim too large a share of attention. Too great a dgeree of sanc tity would in some instances be at tached to the place of the shrine. The more profuse the display of sacrifi cial rites the less would there te of sincerity. Men would satisfy them selves with the semblance of good cess The idea would prevail that in a certain round of ceremonies man had discharged his obligations and that he was all right with God. He had paid the price and made the atonement. Carrying costly gifts to a shrine, however, did not guarantee unity between God and the Individual. By such a process religion was de based. It was made a sapless thing or burned-out force. It might be a piece of splendid mechanism, but that was all. The language was' not that of faith end hope, but the echoes of a dead past, expressions void of color and vitality. Prophet Hakes Advent This is where the work of the prophet came in. He possessed) clear ness of vision and had no hesitation In reproving people and denouncing falsity. The lesson had to be learned that worship means paying homage to one who Is worthy and that "the flower. Water in. glasses, When struck, give forth different sounds, and this led the children on easy trails of investigation. A paper drinking straw from a drugstore, made a good hautboy, the ancestor of the modern oboe. A primitive clarinet was made from a wheat straw. The petunia blossom oboe was made by removing the "pistil" from the flower, putting two pinholes in the side of the tube and by blowing through it, to get three note melodies. Children made a miramba by using pieces of wood which differed in tone, quality and pitch. " Child students now were able to sing songs that involved the peuta tonio scale, often called the Chinese scale. The book also contains musical ex ercises that show the kind of notes and music that cam be played. These child-students must have had in spirational recitals. - One of the musical books of the season, Meditations on Our Blessed Lady, by Very Rev. J. Guibert O'Donovan Brothers. Baltimore, Md. Filled with religious consolation of the spirit, this little book of 158 pages contains the last words of a priest now dead, meditations on the blessed virgin for every day of the month of May. It is stated" in the preface that pinned to his bed by sickness, but brave in Bpite of pain, Father Guibert decided that he would consecrate to the last all his strength and energy to the service of God and the sancti fication of souls So he chose this form of service. When morning came he was ready to dictate to his sec retary. The prayers are of comforting, spiritual nature and of especial inter est for the church people and others indicated by the author. The Story of the Irish Nation, by Francis Hockett. The Century Co., New York City. It is stated that Mr. Hackett has spent 15 years investigating the sources of Irish history, in order to find materials for this book. "The Story of the Irish Nation" is strong, sympathetic and Celtic and THE MARRIED LIFE OF HELEN AND WARREN RIDDLE OP SHARE QUOTATION IN LETTER BUNGLED BY MABEL HERBERT URNER. ET loneT distance on the phone - I x quick as you can," Warren kicked off his overshoes and Jammed his umbrella in the rack. "Oh, that's wet I'll put it in the bathtub r Long distance? Dear, don't start telephoning now. Won't after dinner do? She has everything ready." "She'll have to wait You get long distance," he strode in to wash up. "Anna, don't put dinner on just yet," instructed Helen from the pan try door. "Mr. Curtis Isn't quite ready." Not waiting to hear the girl's mut tered complaint Helen ran in to the library phone. She had Just succeeded in getting long distance when Warren emerged' from the bathroom. "Hello!" he took the receiver from her. "I want to talk to Philadelphia, A. L. Andrews at the Hotel Bellevue. Operator, rush this through, will you?" "Now can she put the dinner on?" worried Helen. "It , may be half an hour before they get Philadelphia." "Never mind about dinner," scowl ing over a letter he had taken from his pocket "Got to get this straight or I'll be in a devil of a hole." So rarely did Warren consider any thing more important than food that she read the letter over his shoulder with anxious concern. Dear Curtis: I am off to Philadelphia on the 10:00. Crowley sails tomorrow. He will be in to see you today. Try to buy those 200 shares of K. ft L Offer him "6. He la a pretty slick proposition hard to do business with, but he wanti to sell before he salds. Yours, etc. EH A L. ANDREWS. .. "See what that fool stenographer did!" Warren pointed to the quote before the six. "Struck the wrong key. How in blazes am I to know what to offer?" "Oh!" looking closer at the typo graphical error she had failed to no tice. "The blamed , stock's not listed! Haven't the ghost of an idea what it's worth." "Must you know tonight?" "Crowley's coming here at 8. Been stalling him off all . day trying to get Andrews on the phone. Called the Bellevu twice from tne office." "Yes, you can put dinner on now," to a querulous inquiry from Anna. Then as she flounced out "Dear, we can't keep her waiting any longer." "Huh, who runs this house anyway that remaie or you? Act like you re afraid of her half the time." "Well, you know how hard it is to get any one. She's disagreeable but she does do the work. Come, dear. sacrifices of God are a broken spirit." The rending of garments was without significance unless the spirit of con trition was there. Otherwise it was attempting to thrive upon husks or vitalize a mummy by ncniy-uecoratcu attire. In the quaint language of George Herbert, that would be "brave glory puffing by in silks that whis tle." It was vain to keep Sabbaths and celebrate feasts or ascribe holi-r-ees to the Lord with uncleani lives. No priesthood, however historic or of high descent, no matter how gor geous Its robes, could be a substitute for sincerity of heart. Religion was not a manufactured article.' Men could not delegate responsibility, neither could they serve God by proxy. A sacrificial offering was no excuse for unfaithfulness or dis obedience. " Still there were those who, like Saul, had the audacity to attempt to put aside the divine commands upon the pretense of making sacrifice. They deluded themselves by thinking they could escape the call of duty by trickery and subterfuge. Their faces wore the mask of truth while in their hearts was the spirit of the liar. Vain was the attempt to hide deceit by a cover of smoke from in cense and the altar. The all-seeing one was not to be deceived by a mere smoke screen. God knew the shallow hearts of all such. Tricks of men might go elsewhere, but not with him. The world was slow In learning that God abominated sin and that the wicked could not stand In his presence except they stood before him in confession and penitence, and that they would discover the opening of a new and better way. Christianity Lifts lien. Christianity has lifted tis to a high plane of thinking and shown us that religion is far more than forms or a set of rules and regulations. The main spring of life is the spirit within. Religion does not mean for us exactly what it did prior to the days of Jesus. He emphasized the spirit Others had exalted the let nationalistic in its teachings from the mists of Gaelic Ireland when the Flrbolgs, or "men of the bogs," ar rived from Greece and made one of the powerful early races of Ireland, down to the free Irish state of the present day. It is thought that the Celts or Gaels came overseas from southeast of the Baltic to Ireland, and setled there, subjecting the Flrbolgs, about 350 B. C. Striking and able chapters of mod ern Irish history are those on the land war; coming of the Sinn Fein; the Irish republic; Irish free state; Griffith and De Valera. The author desires a free Ireland, pleads for unity of action by all Irishmen and is sure that Irishmen will be judged by their charity, tol erance and divination. It Can Be Done, collected by Joseph Mor rts and St. Clair Adams. George Sully & Co., New Tork City. About 250 of the world's best poems on good cheer, high resolve, determi nation and the spirit of never-say-die. The authors chosen are world famous, of many countries, and espe cially of our own United States. It is a pleasure to know that this collec tion includes the poem "Invictus," by William Ernest Henley, a comforting poem that has made many a broken man whole. The book will make an attractive present for both young and aged men. The Yellow Poppy, by D. K. Broster. Rob ert M. McBrlde & Co., New York city. All who delight in historical ro mance and in the spirit of great sentimental novels of the past, will like this one. It opens In the year 1799 in Brittany, France, and features principally the adventures of the Marquis de Kersaint leader of an army of Chouans and other rebels, who fight the directorate to bring back royalty and incidentally lost treasure. Amateur Radio, by Maurice J. Grainger. The J&mes A. McCann Co., New York city. Paper covers, and In 158 pages, this valuable and easily understood book tells the "how and why of wireless, with complete instructions on operation of receiving outfits, and By MABEL HERBERT liRAER. they'll call soon as they get Phila delphia." They were hardly settled at the table when the telephone rang. "Now your soup'll get cold," anx ioused Helen as he threw down his napkin. But in a few moments Warren stalked fumingly back. "Rotten luck! Hasn't come in yet! That means he's dining out" "Couldn't you see this man in the morning? What time does he sail?" Ten o clock. He's coming here to night mad as a hornet because he couldn't see me today. Jove, I'd like to wring that stenographer's neck!" "Dear, I've an idea!" insplrationally. "On the typewriter isn't the quote on the same key with a figure? What figure is It do you remember?" "Eh? What's that got to do with it?" savagely gouging into the butter. "Why, whatever figure's oa the keyi with that quote that s the one Bhe should've struck. Let's get down that old typewriter in the hall closet." "What're you trying to dope out? Some Hawkshaw stuff? I'll have to turn Crowley down. Can't buy that blooming stock if I don't know what to offer. Andrew'll be sore been after it for months. Here, what're you up to?" Ignoring his scoffing comments, Helen started from the table and flew out to the hall closet Dragging in a chair, she climbed up to the second shelf, where reposed an old typewriter that Warren had sent up from the office. Taking off the dusty oil-cloth cover, eagerly she scanned the keyboard. On the key with, the quotation mark was the figure "i." "Dear, it's a '2," she called exult antly. "Twenty-six! That's what he offers! Twenty-Bix." "Oh, it is?" he grunted. "Think I'm going to risk several thousand on your fool guess work?" "Come lift it down it's too heavy for me. You'll see how easy it is to write that 'quote' instead of the '1.'" The typewriter on the hall table, Helen eagerly demonstrated her the ory, while Warren looked on deris ively unconvinced. "Can't prove anything by that All right for a detective story, but it's too risky when you're handling real coin." "But dear, wouldn't that be a safe offer to make? If it's two figures, it couldn't be much less than 26 noth ing but 16." "Yes, that's so," ! admitted Warren grudgingly. "And it couldn't be 16 because the L' is used for the '1' and that's way down here. Dear, it was meant for a '2.' I'm sure of it!" "Well, I'm not! Come on and eat your dinner! Crowley's a pretty slick ter, which tended to make men blind literalists. The world has grown under the influence of the teaching of Christ. It has been slowly coming up from the vale of superstition. We are learning to separate the chaff from the wheat and are distinguishing between the essential and the non-essential. Jesus gives a new outlook upon the world and man has obtained a view of what it means to be in relationship with God. We have been taught by Jesus to stand erect and value manhood as the noblest thing on earth. Why should man crouch like an abject be ing in the presence of an infuriated God? The perfect love of Jesus casts out fear. The power ofthe new affec tion generated in the heart expels the gloom of the old life. Christian knowledge makes It clear1 that God loves us for own sake, not for what we have done or promised to do or because of what some one else has done. There is a spontaneity in the love of God which flows out to us in an eternal stream. It Is not a matter of bargaining. It is natural for God to be Interested In us and love us. How can it be otherwise if he is the father of humanity? His favor is not something obtained by coaxing. He gives himself.- His at titude has always been the same. It is a false idea which puts a re striction upon God's grace. That is free and boundless. Whoever seeks to limit it is unjust to God. Yet there have been those who sought to measure infinite grace by their own little minds. The man with the true heart beat says, "I dare not fix with mete and bound The love and power of God." Days of Slaughter Recalled. Religious practices of ancient days look like cajolery. They were en deavors to purchase the good will of God. It was the baby mind of the world seeking to ffnd a way to God. is meant principally for the amateur owner of a radiophone receiver who knows little as to the working of the Instruments mentioned. The au thor Is a radio expert, and was form erly with the Westlnghouse Electric & Manufacturing company, and with the United States navy. He says he warns away all "old timers" of radio and addresses himself to learners. Wild Polk, by Samuel Scovllle Jr. Illus trated. The Atlantis Monthly Press, Boston. Animal stories of attractive, fresh Interest. Mr. Scovllle is a skillful interpreter of the outdoor lives of ground animals and birds. In this handsome looking book of 184 pages he writes of coons, bears, skunks, plovers, chipmunks, ducks, a black cat the masked shrew, sea otters, etc. The. lady In Bine, by Augusta Groner. Duffield & Co., New Tork city. Lurid and dramatic in details, this is a murder mystery story, reflecting the stabblngs of Miss Ellse Lehmann, and the hunt for the murderer. Sev eral of the scenes are pictured in Vienna, Austria, NEW BOOKS RECEIVED. The Gauntlet of Alceste, by Hopkins Moorhouse, a mystery story of decided In terest; and The Adventures of Antoine, by H. Collinson Owen, a rapid-fire, laugh able novel about a Frenchman who. with $20,000, tried to break the bank at Monte Carlo, and failed, and his subsequent ad ventures (Jas. A. McCann Co., N. Y.). Love and Diana, by Concordia Merrell, an excellent novel of romance and ad venture, beginning in England and culmi nating in the deserts of South Africa (Thos. Seltzer. N. Y.) Blllie Bradley at Twin Lakes, by Janet D. Wheeler, illustrated by Walter S. Rogers, a healthy, Invigorating story for girls from 12 to 15 years old, and depicting sum mer and vacation life; and Four Little Blossoms Through the Holidays, by Mabel C. Hawley, illustrated by Robert Gaston Herbert, an excellent safe story of school and play, suitable for children from 5 to 8 years old (Sully & Co., N. Y.). The Gray Phantom's Return, by Herman Langden, a detective story well done, and sufficiently exciting to stir the most blase, and featuring a murder (W. J. Watt & Co., N. Y.). Wood Notes, by Mildred Whitney 8UII man, nearly 80 Small poems, splendid verse of superior worth, featuring nature, trees, children, the sea and thoughts (Duffield & Co., N. Y.). BY STENOGRAPHER SOLVED bird, but Til try to feel him out get him to make the figure." Again at the table Warren cut short her arguments and finished his meal In forbidding silence. Afterwards in the library he scowl lngly paced up and down, his hands in his trouser pockets, until the door bell rang. "That must .be him now," Out-" tered Helen. "Dear, I know twenty six is right!" "Now none of your butting in!" sternly. "No, no, of course not I'H not say a word," settling down with a maga zine as Anna ushered in Mr. Crowley. "You're a mighty hard! man to see, Curtis," abruptly, after the prelim inary greetings. "I was at your of fice twice today. I'm sailing In the morning." "So I understand. Sorry you had to come up this evening, but I couldn't arrange it any other way." "Thanks," taking the cigar Warren profenred. Well, how about that R. & L. stock? Andrew's secretary wrote me to see you before I sailed." "Yes, he left word with me about it. He isn't very keen, but he's will ing to take it at a price. What'd you want for it?" "I'd rather the offer cams from you," shrewdly." "Well, frankly. I don't advise my clients to buy unlisted stocks. But if you care to make a low figure " "What do you call a low figure?" A moment's silence. Warren was creasing & blotter on the desk. "We won't give a cent over twenty six," abruptly pushing back the blot ter. With held breath Helen stared un seelngly at the page before her. - "Twenty-six! Curtis, you're crazy! I refused thirty a month ago." "Sorry," shrugged Warren. "Then Tm afraid we can't do business." "Why, they've Just spent fifty thousand improving the plant In another year that stock'll be up to forty." "Well, you have my offer twenty six," grimly. "Take it or leave it." "Split the difference and call it twn.ty-eght!" It was full 15 minutes before Mr. Crowley finally yielded. "All right then twenty-six. If I wasn't sailing, I'd see you in Hades before, you'd get it for that" then sharply, "that's cash, you under stand." "Cash," agreed Warren. "Got the securities with, you? I'll give you a receipt right now, andi a check for five hundred. Th rest of the money we'll cable you in London by the time you land." The transaction finally completed, Mr. Crowley rose abruptly. It belonged to the primary experi ence of the race. In those early days men found their approach to God through blood and smoke. The expiring groans of sheep and bulls were supposed to manifest the con trition of the human heart. The for feited life was to appease wrath. The slaughter gave satisfaction. A better way has been opened for us. Loving reverence now takes the place of abject fear. The age of material altars with their sacrificial smoke has passed and we are under the new regime, the mediator or in terpreter of which is Jesus, the ever abiding high priest of men. Let us not imagine, however, that the sacrificial idea has been elimi nated from Christianity. That idea must ever lie at the base of religion. Our larger hopes, our higher faith and whatever is of worth in modern life, have all been born in the hour of sacrifice. Physical life is the child of sacrifice. The church is the product of sacrifice and so is the American nation. Our political rights and human freedom were brought by sacrifice. The inventor, the discoverer, the reformer, all the great leaders in the search for truth, have had to walk the path of sac rifice. There was no other way for them. The way of holiness, the way of salvation, opened by Jesus was made in pain, suffering and the abandonment of self. He became the supreme sacrifice. He lit a flame on the altar of service which never will be extinguished. The offering' he made was the purest of all. It was the perfected life, "without spot or blemish." It was life voluntarily sur rendered and hence of the highest value. It was no mechanical, spec tacular affair, prearranged for ex hibition or effect His word was "I lay down my life." Not one act in the Saviour's life, however sublime, but all the service he rendered for mankind was born of devotion and BY JEANNETTE KENNEDY. Assistant in the Circulation Department Public Library. SOME of the comments made in Anton Chekov's now famous note book are interesting: "The university brings out all abili ties. Including stupidity." "Simple people, suffer from moth-1 ers-in-law; intellectuals from daughters-in-law." "A storm at sea. Lawyers ought to regard it as a crime." "Ordinary hypocrites pretend to be doves; political and literary hypo crites pretend to be eagles." "From her face one would imagine that under her stays she had got gills." Maxim Gorky says of Anton Chekov In "Reminiscences of Anton Chekov," by three men who knew him well, Maxim Gorky, Alexander Kuprin and I. A. Bunin, "I think that in Anton Chekov's presence everyone involun tarily felt in himself a desire to be simpler, more beautiful, more one's self; I often saw people cast off the motley finery of bookish phrases, smart vords, and all the other cheap tricks with which a Russian, wishing to figure as a European, adorns him self, like a savage, with shells and fishes' teetn; Good writing does not necessarily make good drama, is a conclusion fostered by Theodore Dreiser's "The Hand of the Potter," produced in New York by the Provlncetown Players. The acting has been reported as ade quate, but "The Hand of the Potter" Is a study in degeneracy which fre quently approaches) melodrama in the stage production. As one critic says, "The play as a whole is simply an other of those soul-deadening studies of twisted and crushed spirits." The editorial on Nick Carter in the Literary Review of the New York Evening Post contained one very broadmlnded statement regarding the writer's attitude toward current nov els. "We yield to none' in our ad- IN WAY THAT SAVES $2000 "Well, I must get along" I've a lot to do yet" "Always plenty to do the night be fore you sail," Warren followed him to the door, i The moment they were out of the room, Helen sprang up In joyous re action from her enforced restraint "You got it!" darting at Warren as he came back from the hall. "I knew that was the figure! Of course he'd try to get more." "He squealed hard but he's pretty slippery. I won't feel easy until I hear from Andrews." "Maybe that's him now!" thrilled Helen as the telephone rang. "Hello," Warren was at the Instru ment. , "Philadelphia? Yes, thafs right Hello, that you Andrews? , . Been trying to get you all day . . . That fool stenographer of yours bawled up your letter. I couldn't make out your figure on the stock . . . What's that?" Helen waited breathlessly. "Thirty-six?" amazed) Warren. "I got it for twenty-sixi Ha. Ha! Thafs a good Joke. Crowleyd be wild if he knew. Now we're even with him for trimming us on that Wagner deal. . . . HoWdt I have the nerve to of fer twenty-six? Tell you that when I see you. . . . Yes, lfs closed) got the stock right here. We're to cable the money. . . . All right, see you Monday." Slammintr up the receiver, he turn ed to Helen, who was fairly danc ing about. "Now you needn't gat lit up! Your Sherlocko stuff was pretty bum." "But you got It for W points less than he offered!" ecastatlcally. "Now say I'm not a good financier." "You're rotten," with a chuckle. "Your dope about those keys was dead wrong. That stenographer not only made the wrong shift but she hit the wrong key. You can't make any deductions from what these brainless flappers do." "But you got it for less 10 points less!" exulted Helen. "How much did you save?" "Two thousand) bucks," he admitted reluctantly. "But if it'd been sixteen we'd have been stung for that much." "But it wasn't it wasn't!" Jubi lantly, waltzing around him. "I really saved Mr. Andrews two thousand! dol lars!" "Huh, you happened to hit it off this timei just dumb luck. Needn't think you can always horn in. You're too darned brilliant to be safe," caus tically. "If I followed your hunches we'd land in the bread line!" (Copyright 1922, by Mabel Herbert Harper.) Next week Helen's Reckless Subterfuge. YYTvvvrTiivi-.VrtT...ri-ioryYVi ITOUTEMFffmSCQEEiJ was indicative of the spirit of conse cration. His life was one of self renunciation and reconciliation. Progress Is by Sacrifice. Let us remember that the progress of man and society In general is still by the way of sacrifice. "There is no gain without some loss." It contin ues to be life for life and death which makes for death. But the oblations called for today are not of the coarse and brutal kind of the ruder years. The sacrifice we are called to make is that of self denial, the relinquish ing of ease and pleasure for the good of others. No life can be pleasing to God which Is self centered. Our ex ample is found In him who preached the sermon on the mount and who. In the agony of the redemptive moment, exclaimed, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." We may find our temple of service in the common walks of every day, where we may impart hopefulness to dis couraged creatures, give our best to the general weal, eympathetio aid to the needy. Infusing healthiness into lives weak and sickly and sharing the burdens of the feeble. The quality of the sacrifice made by the man of the old-time religions was found In the life behind it. The motive or aspiration gave significance to the act. God found pleasure in the service or prayer of the sincere soul. There is something worse than ignor ance or superstition. He who thought ne could cheat God fooled himself Men could not stand right before God and be unjust to their neighbors. Conscience had to do with the deal ings of the market as well as the acts of the sanctuary. He who gave defective measure was defective In character and he who gave short weight came short In the presence of God. Neither profligacy nor dishon esty could find justification by pious jugglery. Conduct has always taken precedence of creed or ceremony. A holy life is a wholesome life. When the heart is right the character of miration for contemporary fiction. We like its elasticity even when we cannot stretch with it," he says. Carl Sandburg, the Chicago poet of realism, has written an effective bit of verse called "Fog," which appears in his volume entitled "Smoke and Steel"-: The fog comes On little cat feet, It sits looking; Over harbor and city, On silent haunches, And then moves on. "If the weeds in the garden fail to make us radiantly happy, it is not be cause they ' are weeds, but because they are the wrong weeds. I have no fault to find with the foxgloves under the apple tree or with the ivy-leaved toad flax, but I protest against the dandelions. A weed 1 a plant that we hoe up or, rather, that we try to hoe up. A flower or a vegetable Is a plant that the hoe deliberately misses. But, in spite of the hoe, the weeds have it They survive and multiply like a subject race." This little essay on the agressiveness of weeds is one in Robert Lynd's "The Pleasures of Ignorance," a collection of light dis cussions "New Year Prophecies" "The Daredevil Barber," "On Seeing a Joke," "Going to the Derby," and other topics. Disraeli's love of primroses is util ized as a theme in "His Favorite Flower, a Political Myth Explained," a play which represents the states man as having fallen from power, an old man who hopes to "come back." He tells his doctor of a strange dream he has had in which primroses are everywhere to be seen." As the vic tim of inebriety sees snakes, I saw primroses," he remarks. This gripping play based on the great Beaconsf ield's last days is one of a group by Laurence Housman, "Angels and Ministers, Four Plays of Victorian Shade and Character." It will be remembered that In Disraeli's honor the Primrose League was formed to carry on the principles for which he stood, and Primrose day in London was observed. The other plays in the collection are "The Queen God Bless Her!", cen tering about Queen Victoria, and "The Comforter, a Political Finale," dealing with Gladstone in a domestic scene in his own home. While he plays backgammon with Lord Ren del, Mrs. Gladstone sits knitting and chatting with John Morley. History Is given In the political discussion at the backgammon table, and In a few brief remarks exchanged by Mrs. Gladstone and John Morley. These plays are all one-act dramas. Francis Brett Young's latest book, "The Black Diamond," has for its hero a young miner in one of Eng land's coal and steel towns. His un usual attraction for women leads him into a variety of unhappy experi ences. This accounts for the appel lation, "A Don Juan of the Pits," given by a reviewer, who also states that Mr. Young "does not write for the squeamish," but he does lay bare the mental and emotional activities of a miner and laborer in a straight forward, well-told story. The Vagabond Players of Baltimore have published a volume of plays performed by them, including "Double Miracle," "On Vengeance Height" "Pan in Ambush," "Release," "Con flict," and "The Importance of Being a Roughneck." The collection is called Vagabond; Plays. "On Ven geance Height" is considered the best play in the group, particularly in characterization, while "Release" is an -unusually good melodrama, and the others adequate of their kind. What better interpreter of the British novelists of today than Hugh Walpole, himself a successful Eng lish novelist of the younger genera tion? He is coming to America in the fall to talk of writers in a series of six lectures. His subjects are Thomas Hardy, Joseph Conrad, The Realists Bennett Wells, and Gals worthy, Tha Younger Generation Mackenzie, Beresford. Swinnerton, Lawrence, May Sinclair, Kay-Smith, Ethel Sedgwick, Rose Macauley, etc e The story goes that a learned au dience was recently assembled at Ox for University to hear a lecture by a distinguished German professor on Freud and the "new psychology." That Professor Busch was the first German to lecture at Oxford since 1914 made the occasion more note worthy. Intellectuals living in and about Oxford, including students, dons and It is said two heads of houses, listended with profound at tention to the learned discourse on the "new psychology." (Later it developed that two under graduate students had prepared the whole affair as a hoax. The outdone Intellectuals have fallen back to the old defense that "we saw through it all the time." Christopher Morley has shown con siderable versatility in the world of letters humorous essays, poems, travels, a, "colyum" and now a, one- a man is harmonious with that of God. No one emphasized these thines more than Jesus. He demands sin cerity. Justice, purity, mercy, truth. are among the fundamental qualities of religion. Without them pious lan guage is so much cant Religion is flabby and nerveless without a soul. Life alone can impart life. You may go ths whole round of church ritual and be furtheer from God in heart than those we call heathen. It is rather easy to niav th nart of the pious. The place for histri- onio art, however, is the theater and not the church. Religion suffers from the unreality of its devotee.. What shall we think of him who meets you on the Sunday with an Ingratiating smiie ana then on the Monday tries to put through a crooked deal by telling you that "business is busi ness?" The ways of some suggest wily diplomats seeking access to heaven by suavity and craft There may be words of courtesy on the lips, unction in the tone and humility in the face but behind it all greed, lust, bitterness and pride. Monetary con tributions to churches, missions and colleges will noi compensate for in justice and trickery. That is a mod ern way of buying Indulgence or an attempt to heal sin, sin sickness by external application. No modern In vention can replace the primal ele ments of religion. The way of the Lord is the way of holiness, entered by penitence and faith. We must understand that re ligion, first and last, Is goodness and truth. Failure tc practice the virtues we profess shows the spirit of re ligion to be lacking. We need little concern ourselves abaut technicalities but the essentials must never be neg lected. As one writes, "Justification by faith loses all its meaning and all its value unless it is fully admitted that to be just is the great end and aim of religion." act play, Thursday Evening," a com edy. Stuart Walker, well known as the author of Portmanteau plays, also has a new one-act play, which is a sequel to his familiar "Six Who Pass While the Lentels Boil." It is called "Sir David Wears a Crown." "Japan's Pacifio Policy," a work soon to be published, is by K. K. Kawakami, who came to America from Japan over 20 years ago He had already had five years' journal istic experience in Japan and, after several years at the State University of Iowa, he took up journalism here, writing for both American, and Jap anese periodicals. His comment on international land grabbing is to the point he says: "I think there is nothing the matter with Japan in Siberia except that she has appeared upon the scene of inter national land-grabbing Just a little too late. Nothing except that she was sleeoiner a saintly cu .i .l. , x, ' j wneji uie rreat nations of Christendom were iiavuwns tne moral code of the dylne: rjatrlarch- "xr . ., J eei money honestly, if y0u can, but get mon- ner llth-hour entrance into the com J17 vf , lnternational freebooters, who, having divided among them selves all the riches of the world, are now putting-forth a Sunday front and preaching morals to the belated Jap anese. Brownsville Man Observes His 71st Birthday. Father Celebrated Like Event on Same Homestead Farm. T3ROWNSVILLE. Or.. Mav e X ciaU William T. Cochran, who was born on his fathorVa tm here and spent most of his life in this vicinity, celebrated his 71st birthday at Albany, where he now resides. His father. William Cochran, celebrated his 71st birthday on the homestead near BrownRviiiA so n. " a&U. -Lilt) Albany man's father was a pioneer of passea away in his 88th year. A clipping preserved by a citizen here desrrlhn fha n.i.t...t.. . .sicMiauga ol me anniversary of hirtH nt wmi - - 'i imam LUUll- ran. In part it is as follows: Testerday was truly a gaia day for Brownavi a onH f. ,-. , . r remembered by those who participated in " " iat mrinaay or our r.T... L, " ciuzen, William --, .BtimuuiB may wno was formerly Mrs. Lois B. Kerns of East Port- ' . 10 mats u not only a happy day for him, but also one of Joy and . ... LUO xeiauves ana irienas in ana around Brownsville. And the re- u.a tuuveu mat wua ner to will Is Ah TWa mryA J - . . ... . ''. a,:. CQU 1L least mat wa partaken of by Just 100 persons, and .- - "icifl w&a liu no ena to the good things that had been prepared. On Ftt 11 vnnat J . . , , - ...w ...ua. rtaaub CIMJUea 0 IDS whole affair was that "Uncle Billy," as ucatsm n ku.u mm, sat at tne loot of one of the tables, around which ranged at the same time five children, 20 grand children, and nine great-grandchildren, and this did not Include all of his descendants. a there are others of the grandchildren In this valley who were not present, and be has several children and grandchildren who were not present. There also were yiKOKui, luuuuius liiuiseii auu Air. iocnran. 80 persons whose average age was 1 . 2-3 ;ct.o, iuo jvuuga, u, au using Of una the oldest 82. Father 2. Hill, an old set tler here and near neighbor, was the oldest one present Buster Keaton Coins Word. Indianapolis Star. Buster Keaton has coined a new word. It's "optlence." And it means the people who go to see a motion picture as opposed to the audience which goes to hear the artists of the speaking stage. Auditor audience; optic optience; get it? "In "My Wife's Relations,'" says Buster Keaton, "my optience will see me get biffed In the optic." Class Yell Forgotten. Judge. "Do you remember your class yell?" "Naw. Life has provided me with a much more emphatic one since then " Books procured 31 onrms G1LVS THE GREAT ADVENTURE AT WASHINGTON . The Story of the Conference By MARK SULLIVAN At Boohmtoret $2.50 DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY Garden City, New York