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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 10, 1915)
LOVE HUDDY KGELETTDURGE55 ILLIOIKMLD 8YNOPSIS. ' 14 Hall Bonlstelle, urtist-photog-rapher, pre pares for the day's work In hii studio. Flodle Fisher, his assistant, reminds him of a party he Is to give In the studio that night. Mr. Doremua, attorney, culls and informs Hall that his Uncle John's will has left him (4,000,000 on condition that he marry before his twenty-eighth birth day, which begins at midnight that night. Mrs. Rena Royalton calls at the studio. Hall asks her to marry him. She agrees to give him an answer at the party that night. Miss Carolyn Dallys calls. Hall proposes to her. She agrees to give him an answer at the party. Rosamund Gale, art model, calls. Hall tries to rush net into an Immediate marriage. She, too, defers her answer until the evening. Flo die tries to show Hall a certain way out of the mixup, .but he is obtuse. Jonas Hassingbury, heir to the millions in case Hall fails to marry on time, plots with Flodle to block Hall's marriage to any of the three women before midnight. Flodle arranges to havo the three meet at the studio as if by chance. At that meeting much feminine fencing ensues, in which Flodle uses her own foil adroitly. Hall comes In. Alfred, the Janitor, brings in a newspaper with the story of the queer legacy. The ladles' alliance to humiliate Hall dissolves and they retire to plan war for the 14,000,000 prise. Successive tele phone messages from the three ladles In form Hall that he la accepted by all three. Desperate, he asks Flodle to save him from the three-horned dilemma by marrying him. She refuses, and goes with Alfred, who has long been a humble suitor, to get a marriage license, Jonas arrives for the party. CHAPTER XI Continued. Hall's reception of him was polite without being over-cordial. The two cousins did not often meet; they had little In common, and they disliked each other thoroughly. "Well, Jonas, been having a good time In New York?" "Oh, well, so-so." His eyes twinkled. Not so good as I expect to have a little later, though." He winked elab orately at Flodle. "Oh, I see. Meaning that money, I presume." "That's right! Can't blame me for takln' an Interest In It, can ye? Four millions don't walk Into my pocket every night, my boy!" He slapped Hall cordially on the shoulder. Hall was angry. "You seem to be pretty sure of It!" Jonas placidly shook his head In sor sow at this exhibition of temper. "Now, Hall, ye want to take this in a Chris tian spirit, my boy. I can see It'll be all for the best. Remember that gold Is but dross" Hall whirled on him. "Shut up, will you 7 By jove, If you weren't in my own house, I'd kick you downstairs!" And with that, he flung Impetuously out of the room. Jonas' sour glance followed him. "Peevish, ain't he? How be ye gettin' along?" he asked anxiously, In an un dertone, of Flodle. ""Anything hap pened?" "Well, I should say!" said Flodle. "You ought to have seen the show. But we're not out of the woods, yet Still, I think that if I have time and luck, I can put it through." "Ye can? By whillikens, that's fine! Good for you! Wall, we ought to knew pretty soon now." He looked up at the clock. "Only, let's see an hour and thirty" He Btopped, staring at the clock, then, with a puzzled face, drew his own big watch from his pocket, and compared It with the clock. "Say!" He turned eagerly to Flodle. "Hush!" cried Flodle, and laid her finger on her lip. Jonas' expression grew crafty. Then , he grinned. "Oh, I see! Got a little scheme fixed up, eh?" He walked to the couch and sat down, beckoning her. "Say, jest set down, won't ye, and let me know how things stand." Flodle demurely took a seat beside him. "Then they ain't no danger of any o' them three women git tin' him, Is they?" "Why," said Flodle, "not If we can manage to keep them away from htm. It isn't so easy as it looks. Those women are getting desperate, now, and you've got to help me tool them." "Me? How? What can I de?" "Why, if one of them gets him, you've got to just jump In, and break it up in a hurry. Don't let her get a word in edgewise, if you can help It. Fall on the floor, smash a window anything! It doesn't matter what they think." . "By jlminy, I'll do it, you bet!" cried Jonas. "One thing I do know: How to handle Women!" "There's millions in it, Mr. Hassing- "And I'm the feller what's goin' to get 'em!" He seised Flodle's hand be fore she could protest, and shook it energetically. "Say, miss, you're a little wonder! think of your doin' all that just en my account you're a friend worth havin', d'you know It?" "It was nice of me, wasn't it?" Flo dle replied modestly, turning away to bite her Up. Jonas hitched his chair closer. "Why, I been a-thinkin' of it over to day, and I got a proposition I've de cided to make to ye. If I git this here money, and it looks now like I should, what d'ye say to we two hltchln' up together?" Flodie jumped up suddenly. "Now, hold on, miss!" Jonas exclaimed, and stretched forth his long arm In ex postulation. "You hear me out fust. I've kind o' took a notion to ye, and LECTURING ADAM AND EVE Somewhat Humorous Painting In Ger man Church, Work of Artist of the Middle Ages, In the Church of Saint 8ebaldns at Nuremberg there Is a delightful mural painting which makes one merry even to recall It The subject is the Garden of Eden. Adam and Eve are being lectured by an elderly man in flowing robes with a long white beard. His beard alone would mere than supply ilclFVl i 6r KAY WAL I'm willin' to try it, If you be. I don't see where I could do better, and you'd git a good man if you got me, miss, If I do say it!" "Thank you kindly," said Flodie, "but I don't really know wnat in the world I'd do with you If I got you." Jonas stared at her as if she were raving. "You don't know what you're talkin' about! Don't you realize if you marry me you'll get four million dol lars? Lord, any other gal would just lump at the chance to have the spendin' o' that money." "Let 'em Jump!" said Flodie. "That's my advice, Mr. Hassingbury; you take a good jumper. And I want to give you a tip " She went up to him and took him confidentially by the lapel of his coat. "There will be three women here tonight and all of 'em can jump like grasshoppers. Once they find out you have money, and they'll jump at the chance, you see! They'll jump .all over you! Before the astonished Jonas could reply, Alfred opened the door to a lady gorgeously arrayed in blue. Flodle gave one look at her, then whispered: "There's the first one of "em now! Miss Gale." Then she stepped for ward, sniffing franglpani scornfully, and welcomed Rosamund. An elaborate, painstaking picture of feminine frippery was Rosamund Gale. She came in as if making a stage en trance. Something was to happen to night Rosamund was on the war path. She barely acknowledged Flodle's greeting, or Jonas' presence, but cast a hasty anxious glance about; theu seeing no women, seemed to breathe freer. "Where's Hall?" she asked al most immediately. "Oh, somewhere about In with the musicians probably." Flodle turned to Jonas. "Mr. Hassingbury, Miss Gale!" Jonas bent over her. "Why, now, they's a lot 6' Gales down to Branford, where I live. I wonder if you 1 "Tell Hall to hurry please!" cried Rosamund to Flodle. ' Fiddle 'started off, smiling, but Rosamund caught at her arm and held her. "Wait a min ute, though! Miss Fisher, listen! Has anything anything important happened?" "What d'you mean?' "Oh, I mean well, nothing exciting, has it?" Flodie reflected. "Why, I'm afraid Alfred has spilled some salad on his new dress suit, Miss Gale, if that's what you mean?" Rosamund did not condescend to an swer. She left haughtily and passed hurriedly into the dressing room and divested herself of her wraps. Jonas had but time to remark to Flodle, "Bo she's one of 'em, Is she? Pretty gal, by jlminy!" when she was out again, and without noticing them, had gone to the door of the reception room, and looked In, scowling. Here, the rugs were all up and the floor waxed for dancing. Three mu sicians were scraping and tuning their Instruments. Hall Bonistelle was In a corner, arranging a vase of flowers. Rosamund darted in and swam up to him. No scowl now; she was a differ ent creature, smiling, radiant, angelio, sailing on an air of gladnesB. She seized Hall's hand excitedly. "Oh, Hall," she exclaimed dramatic ally, "ma's perfectly delighted! It1 all right, and you needn't worry moment longer! Aren't you glad? She hung on him fondly aa if she ex pected him to embrace her, Hall had turned white. Rosamund'i beauty had instantly disarmed him. He could no more have said the brutal things he had contemplated than he could have struck a child. Weakly, he procrastinated, fumbling her hand. "Really?" he managed to say. "Jove That's fine!" "Well, why don't you kiss me, Hall?1 Rosamund s eyes were on the door, watching anxiously for interruptions. Flodie gazed in. Hall looked over his shoulder, em barrassed. "Oh, these musicians I don't want them to say, wait till we can be alone! She stared at him In annoyed sur prise, then gave another irritated glance at the door. The sound of women's voices goaded her on. "Non sense: wny, i intend to announce our engagement Immediately. Terror-stricken, Hall exclaimed, "Oh, no, that won't do at all, Rosa mund, really. We'll have to wait a lit tle while not tonight, anyway!" "Why, that's half the fun of being engaged talking about It!" Then, after another quick look toward the office, she gazed up at him and pressed his hand. "We are engaged, aren't me, Hall?" "Oh, yes certainly! Only " Rosamund had an instant of triumph and relief. It was ail right, then. She tossed her head as if in secret revolt; she would have her own way, see if she didn't! "Well," she said coldly, "I'll wait a while, If you insist. OdIv, I should think you might look happier about it. You act so funny!" He was saved from having to reply by Jonas Hassingbury, who, glimpsing the encounter, and Impelled by Flodie, had plunged boldly forward to the res- 1 Adam and Eve with the covering they lack. In as easy att.tude, with neither baste nor anxiety, he Is pointing out t them the error of their ways. Ho !l as detached In mannrr a thnnrh he ; were a professor lecturing at Lei pile on tne fourth dimension of space. Adam is somewhat dejected and re dines upon t' e ground. Eve, un abashed, with nothing on but the ap ple sbe Is munching, Is evidently In a reckless mood. She looks like a child of fifteen with her hair down her 1 ; "Say," he began polntblank to Rosa j mund, "be you any relation to Abljah rioTttt 1 hcliova his mnthnp unt a Nettleton." Rosamund glared, and Hall, seizing the happy chance, had already begun to edge off, with a mumbled some thing about duties and guests. People had, in truth, begun to arrive and the place was filling rapidly. The musi cians had begun to play; Flodie looked in, with a distressed face, and beck oned. Still Rosamund held him by the sleeve. . Jonas fired again. "Ain't never been down Branford way, have ye? Say, you ought to run down to our village some time, miss, and git a mess o' clams. We got some fust-class lobsters down home. Know it?" ' Rosamund turned the full glory of her gaze upon him. "Oh, yes," she said sweetly, "I can easily believe that!" But alas for her irony! This indul gence had cost her her prey. Hall was already across the room, and Jonas clung like a leech. She could not, with all her Insolence, detach him. CHAPTER XII. Guests were coming in bunches. now, and kept Hall so busy for half an hour that he had no time to plan how he should escape from the other two women with whom he must in evitably have matrimonial Converse. So far, he was not particularly anxious. Rosamund he thought he could dis pose of somehow, putting her off till Flodie should change her mind; and from Carolyn Dallys and Mrs. Royal ton he feared little. He would trust, at any rate, to the inspiration of the moment. With four millions and Flo dle he didnt much care what they thought of him. It was a caddish trick, perhaps, but four millions! The end would have to justify the means. So, handsome and elegant and popu lar, witty and well-bred, he laughed and gossiped with his guests-, started the dancing, Introduced one to another, showed his color prints, and between times, watched the mousy gin in white who had so 'suddenly assumed an ex traordinary importance in his life. Flodle, merely bowed to and patron ized by most of the guests, had discov ered an unexpected friend In Mr. Dore- mus. He, finding her his only ac quaintance, had stuck to her like a burr. Flodle liked htm. At a one-step he could not cut much of a figure, but seated in the office with Flodie, where she could keep an eye on Alfred and the caterer, It was not long before she felt Impelled to make him her ally. With all his elephantine wit and his manners of the old school' Mr. Dore mua treated her in a jocose, fatherly, indulgent way that inspired her trust. And, that evening, Flodle had dire need of a coadjutor. She began to "Well, Why Don't You Kiss Me, Hall?" give him her confidence, bit by bit watching his face more than listening to his replies, and decided that she could trust him; he bad sympathy and tact. When, at last, after many inter ruptions, her story was told, Mr. Dore- mus took off his misty glasses and wiped them. "Miss Fisher," he said soberly, "it I can help in this crisis, let me Implore you to tell me how." Flodle got up slowly, and looked into his kind blue eyes. "Would you mind coming into the studio for a few min utes?" she asked. "I'm so afraid we may be interrupted or overheard. I want to tell you something." Mr. uoremus offered her his arm, and escorted her into the studio. By eleven o'clock both Carolyn Dal lys and Mrs. Royalton had come. Tbey had, in fact, arrived together, having shared Mrs. Rofalton's limousine. This preconcerted action was caused less by friendship than a mutual suspicion, The two ladles dared not trust each other out of sight, and each for fear the other might gain an advantage, sacrificed her own desire to be be forehand with her plans. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Distilleries on Old Farms. On all the old farms in the United States there was a little distillery, tnougn on some farms It was not so little, Just as there was an IcehouBe and a smokehouse, where the peaches and apples and grapes could be dis tilled into fruit brandy. Not Generally Understood. There Is nothing Impossible about a white blackbird or a brown black- bear. In this connection "black" means a variety, not a color. The Yellow sea Is not yellow, and the White mountains are not white. back; the defiance of her attitude Is that of a naughty little girl. The world-old problem Is under dis cussion, but with an air of good hu mor and cheerfulness on the part of the lecturer, as though there were still time in the world, as thouih harry were an undiscovered human attrib ute, as though possibly the world would sUll go on even it the problem were left unsolved, and ft is Drat leafy parliament adjourned sine die. New York Telegraph. GIANT OF THE MOUNTAIN. Did you ever hear of the giant who lived on the top of a great high moun tain? He slept all day, and at night he would go Into the valley and walk over houses. He could step over a house easily. Sometimes he would strike it with his club and make It rock, and the people would say, "How hard the wind blows." Then he would Btrlke the rocks and make sparks fly, and they would call it lightning. His laugh was like thunder, and when he sneezed or whistled they called it a tornado. Sometimes he would drink all the water in the wells, and the people would say, "What a terrible drought." And when he carried off a cow and he could easily take one under his arm and once in a while a barn with everything In it, then they knew the giant had been there. One morning Farmer Burton awoke to find all his winter supplies gone, and his old horse Nancy, which his He Could Step Over a House Easily. little f boys, Hans and Oscar, loved very much, "What shall we do?" cried Mother Burton. "We shall Btarve, and poor Nancy, we never shall see her again." After breakfast Hans and Oscar talked it over themselves and de cided to try to find Nancy. They told their mother they were going to hunt for Nancy, and they wanted some lunch, as they might not be back that night. Mother Burton told them It was useless to hunt anywhere but on the mountain where the giant lived, and they could not go there, and if they ever did reach the top the giant might keep, them, but as they never &ad heard of the giant taking chil dren, they started for the mountain. They climbed all the morning, and at noon sat down to' eat their lunch eon under a tree. A little old man came along, and they gave him some of their food and told him what their errand was. He told them that he knew about the wickedness of the giant, and would help them a little. He had a staff in his hand, which he gave to Oscar and Hans and told them It would help them up the mountain. He also told them that if they' could get the big belt which the giant wore he would lose his power and become as small as an ordinary man, and do no more harm. The boys thanked him and started on their Journey. Hans had the staff, and soon he was well up the mountain, and poor Oscar was far behind, so Hans waited for his brother to come up to him; then Oscar took the staff, and in a tew minutes he was far ahead. He waited for Hans, and they decided it must be the staff, bo they both took hold of It, and sure enough they moved up the mountain at a rapid rate, for the little old man had given them a magic staff. Soon they were on the top of the mountain, and they could see the giant's feet sticking out of a cave. "Shall we go closer?" asked Hans. "Of course," said Oscar. "What did we come for? There 1b old Nancy over by that tree." Nancy saw them and neighed and called to them in horse language. They had just reached her when the giant awoke. He stood up and took one step, which brought him beside the boys. "What are you doing here, you lit tle scamps?" he roared. "If you would sit down, we could tell you; you are so tall we cannot see your face, and we want to talk to you." "Oh, you do?" said the giant. "What do you want to say? You are so small I could pick you up with my thumb and finger and drop you off the moun tain." "But that would not do you any good," said Oscar, "and it would kill me. Will you please come down near er the ground?" The giant walked around and made a roaring noise, but the boys stood still, although their hearts were beat ing faBt. The giant pulled up a tree and threw It on the ground, and seated himself upon It. "Now what do you want?" he asked. Oscar did the talking, so he told the giant that he had their horse Nancy and they had come for her. "You cannot have her," said the giant. "I am going to eat her." "She will not be very tender," re plied Oscar, "for she Is very old." He was almost crying at the thought of poor Nancy s fate. "Oh, that will not bother me," said the giant; "look at my teeth." He opened his mouth, and the boys moved away, for it was large enough to swal low them whole, and bis teeth looked Uxe big stones. He laughed when he saw the boys were frightened, and it shook the mountains; the boys were glad when he became serious again. But he would not let Nancy go, and told them he thought he should keep them also; they were bo small he liked to look at them, and It made him seem so very large. The boys were quite fright ened, and Hans, who had remained silent till then, said, "If you don't let us go home In a few days we will stay and work for you." "What can you do?" said the giant. "We can try to do anything you ask us," replied Hans. "Well, amuse me, then. Can you dance?" "Not very yell, but we can sing," said Hans, who had been struck with a happy thought. "Well, sing then," said the giant. The boys sang a funny song, and the old giant laughed so hard that he rolled off the tree onto the ground. Then the boys began singing soft, low songs The giant pulled a big stone under his head and listened. Soon his eyes began to close, and after a while he was fast asleep. Hans stopped singing, but told his brother to keep on while he crept over to the giant and very gently un fastened the belt he wore. Then he brought Nancy to where Oscar was still singing, and they both mounted. Hans told Oscar to hold the staff in both hands while he held the belt. Nancy trotted away with the boys, but soon she seemed to be flying so fast did they go, and almost before they knew it they were at the foot of the mountain, and there the little old man was waiting for them. They returned his staff, and thanked him very much for lending it to them. He told them to bury the belt In the ground when they reached home. The sun was just setting when they rode into the yard, but they told their father and mother about the belt, and Fathet Burton said they must bury It at once, which they did and in the morning thoy went to the mountain and recovered all the supplies Which had been lost. That night, after Oscar and Hans were in bed, Oscar Bald; "I should like very much to have seen the old giant when he awoke and found he was only as largo as an ordinary man." "Yes," said Hans. "But I am glad I am at home." EASY WAY OF MAKING MONEY Refraction of Rays of Light Causes Curious Illusion Clever Little Trick Illustrated. One need not be a magician to make money, as the following trick will show. First our clear water into a glass until it Is half full; then throw a bright piece of money Into the water and cover the glass with a plate. If the glass is now turned around rapidly, the piece of money will be seen gleaming on the plate, and a second piece will be seen swim ming on the surface of the water. It is refraction of the rays of light which causes this curious illusion, for, the Curious Illusion, moment the glass is restored to its original position and the water ceases to move, the second piece of money disappears. Kindness to Sisters, A schoolmaster In the country de livered an address to the scholars, of which the following passage is an ex ample: "You boys ought to be kind to your little Bisters. I once knew a bad boy who struck his little slater a blow over the eye. Although .she didn't fade and die In the early summer time, when the June roses were blooming, with the sweet words of forgiveness on her pallid lips, she rose and hit him over the hoad with a rolling pin, so that he couldn't go to school for more than a month, on account of not being able to put his hat on." Keeping Up With Peanuts. Did you eat four pounds of peanuts last year? You will have to do bet ter than that" this year, if you keep pace with the peanut Industry. Ac cording to the American Pesanut cor poration, more than four hundred mil lion pounds of peanuts were consumed In the United States last year, or four pounds for every inhabitant. The pro duction of peanuts has doubled since 1910. The American Boy. He Heard the Proverb. Tommy (after a thumping) You're awful hard on me, ma." Mother That's because you've been very naughty and wicked. Tommy Well, gee! You should re member that you uiun t die young yourself. Boston Transcript. Drowning Season Is On. This Is the drowning season the time of year when the boys and girls who don't know how to swim go un der in the streams and lakes and never come up again. Every boy, and girl, for that matter, ought to be taught how to swim. Higher Asplrai.on t. Auntie (watching artist at work)' Don't you wish you could pMnt as w as that, Tommy? Tommy I can! London Opinion. Diplomatic. "Say, mamma, I'm playln' there's a little boy callln' on me, an' I'd Ilk piece of cake for him." Sure. Aunt Was your papa mad when your mother let the picture fall on his toes? Willie Yes'm, He was hopping. THE HUNDRED miles that sep-1 arate Ireland's capital from the capital of Ulster form as wide and deep a gulf as If they sep arated the capitals of any two continental countries. The outward aspects of the . cities, the spirit and" Ideals of their people, the predominant religious sects, the attainments, all are distinctly contrasting. "You won't like Dublin; It's a d-a-rty plaae," was the prediction of a Belfast woman. But the warning did not prove to be justified. The fact is, I liked Dublin very much better than I liked Belfast, which, to be sure, was very little, W. p. Conant writes In the Spring field (Mass.) Republican. Outwardly, the cities are entirely disslmlllar, though their natural set ting Is very like. Belfast Is a great monotony of red brick, scarcely re lieved throughout the succession of Its long, unlovely streets by any ar tistic touches or show of architectural appreciation. Its wlldness of bare fronted houses are hardly distin guishable from the linen factories, which in many cases, occupy parts of the same block, and are designated only by a small brass plate that sets forth the firm's name. Belfast boasts that she has no slums. She also has no conspicuously fine streets of houses that are distin guished by esthetic taste or architec tural excellence. Mostly, her regular blocks have the plain, bare features of barracks. On the other hand, Dub- " ,'.T ,1;..vl'.'.i,,. - jii.. ..jr. Sf ST PATRICK'S CATHEpRAlXXJBUIH lln, often referred to hi disparaging terms, Is likely to prove an agreeable surprise to the traveler. She has slums, yes, some very squalid ones, and they force themselves upon the visitor's notice as aggressively as the slums of Edinburgh at the lower end of High Btreet. If one Btays but a day in Dublin one is likely to go away with an unfavorable impression of the place. If he stays a -while and allows the early Impressions to be effaced and their place taken by pleasant ones, he will judge the city more fair ly. If one were to stay a year and make some strong and certainly de lightful attachments, he Is bound to be sorry at the leave-taking and will ever regard the city on the Llffey with tender affection. Homes of the Irish Capital. The homes of Dublin are Its glory, Go out Donnybrook way, or north In the Phoenix park neighborhood, or south to the region about Harold's cross, and you will find street after Btreet of stately Queen Anne houses that suggest for all the world the Mayfair region of London) while the modern villas that form a wider circle about the city charming cottages with gardens, and ample homes f pretty design and having plots of bright flowers in their front yards recall the pleasant suburbs of the progressive American cities of the middle WeBt. Then the public build ings. Belfast's boast is its city hall. Once the stranger has his grip un packed he is urged to go and see this splendid structure. It is undeniably tine. But one could almost wish that the Belfast people had spread their variegated marbles about the city rather than concentrated all this ele- LACK OF REAL AIM IN LIFE Men Who May Be Described as Happy-Go-Lucky Seldom Seem to Achieve Anything. Owing to Borne temperamental pe culiarity there are those who cannot do their beet unless their work is varied. Sometimes they have a dash of quixotry In their natures. There Is a delightful ill-judged good ness about thorn, a goodness with which such a profitable quality as sustained Industry seems incompati ble. t They have many Irons In the fire, and. they hammer on each In turn with hopeful and fervent activity, but of long concentration they are Incapa ble. As a rule they are without the ca pacity to make money, and without the desire to do so. It they are born with enough to live on they are often delightful charac ter!, free of the self-interest which 'j to difficult to divorce from ambi tion, and of the frivolity which ldle aeaa fosters. gance on one spot. The city's bare, cold churches might have been bright ened, both architecturally and in their creeds, by an esthetic touch here and there, while the public library's brown bareness would have been relieved by a dash of the rich bright colors which the city hall could readily have Bpared. Closely Resembles London. The likeness of Dublin to- London, conspicuous in the aspect , of its houses, is further carried out by the style and relative location of the mon uments and structures which form its proud adornment. The Nelson pillar, with Its statue to that Irish hero on the top, closely resembles the statue to the same naval hero In Traf algar Bquare, London, only lacking the surrounding guard of lions. This column is the pivot around which the life of Dublin revolves, Just as Char ing Cross is the western pivotal point of the English capital. Lower Sack ville street runs south, to the O'Connell bridge, and continues across that broad structure to the ample avenue on the opposite bank of the river, with the rounded facade and stately line of columns of the old parliament building on the rfght, and the solid, classic mass of Trinity college on the left. How close the resemblance to the London scene! Whitehall and Parlia ment Btreet are readily recognized in the breadth, style and direction of Sackville street and College green, while (he British house of parliament is represented by Trlnty. Scotch Walk Belfast Streets. Belfast is a scoured and Puritanlzed Lawrence or Paterson, with Scotch men and women walking Its streets in their early and late tramp, tramp, to and from mill and shipyard. Dub lin Is a prerevolutlonary Boston like Boston, English in street names and much like Boston, to be sure, In the character of the largest element in its population. Like, yet unlike, for the transplanting has made some radical changes in human qualities. The American visitor to Dublin will And It less Irish, as he thinks, than Bos ton herself, while the English stranger in Boston would find us more Irish than even Dublin. This is a cryptic remark which only those who know will understand. Dublin Is a softer, quieter Boston of 1914, with General Gage in authority and red-coated Brit ish sentries stationed about her pub lic buildings and government offices. This, then, is the way it appeals to the sojourner these rival, jealous cities of whose people Belfast folk say pl arlsalcally that "oil and water can never mix." Dublin represents the warm heart of a nation. Belfast is its hand a dexterous pairs of hands, if you will. One hopes this "red hand of Ulster" will not again be a bloody hand. The chill winds that sweep across Dlvls mountain and Cave hill, the bare, bleak eminences that rise behind the northern city, are a driv ing stimulus to labor and the getting of gain. The soft airs of the valley of the Llffey, environed as It Is by the hazy mountains at a little dis tance to south and east, are relaxing and tend to moderation. Where Men of Learning Differ. Nearly all of the old philosophies and mythologies and theologies were imbued with the animistic theory of earth; and modern scientists, some of them, beginning, perhaps, with Fech ner, the hard headed German, one of the rnont brilliant of the children of the great University of Leipzig, have been developing the theory in no fan ciful way. If the earth be a dead body how can It give birth to the liv ing? Is one of the questions of these theorists who are more than theorists. There are about 1,600,000,000 humans on the earth. It has been calculated by an Ingenious mathematician that If all of people could be flattened out and spread over our little globe they would be like a skin one-two-hundred-thousandth part of an inch thick over a globe a yard in diameter! It Is Inconceivable that the earth, 8,000 miles In diameter, came into its moun tainous existence millions of years ago for the mere purpose of laboring and giving birth to this puny human house la the thought ot both the metaphysician and the cynical pblloso-pkr.