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How Would You Introduce This N ewcomer ar?
F you were the hostess of a dinner party and your out-of-town guest arrived rather late, how would you present him? Would you introduce him to all at once? Would you in- troduce him to the person in whose the dinner is given? Would you take him to each guest individ- ually ? Which is correct ?
The man who would be cultured, well-mannered, and the woman who would possess that coveted gift of charm, must cultivate the art of introduction. For he who can create a pleasant atmosphere between strangers, who can make conversation run smoothly and pleasantly, distinguishes himself as a person of breeding.
Every day, in both the business and social worlds, occasion arises for the introduction. Perhaps it is a business acquaintance who desires to meet your brother. Perhaps it is a friend who would like to meet another friend. The next time you introduce two peo- ple, notice whether the feeling you create is friendly and pleasant or whether it is uncomfortably strained.
Let us pretend that you are at the club with Mr. Jones, a young friend. There you meet elderly Mr. Blank. In introducing your two friends, would you say, “Mr. Blank, let me present Mr. Jones,”’ or “Mr. Jones, let me present Mr. Blank’? If Mr. Blank is the cultured, well-bred gentleman he seems to be, would he say, ‘Pleased to meet you"’? What would be the correct thing for him to say?
As he is an old friend of the family, you take Mr. Blank home for dinner. But your sister has never met him. Would you say, ‘““Mr. Blank, this is my sister, Rose,”’ or, “Rose, this is Mr. Blank’? Is it correct for Mr. Blank and Rose to shake hands? If she is seated, shall Rose rise and acknowledge her brother's intro- duction?
Later in the evening you go with Mr. Blank to the theatre. In the lobby, Mr. Blank recognizes some friends of his wife, and he greets them. You have never met the ladies; never spoken to them. Should you lift your hat, or merely nod and smile?
In the box at the theatre is Mrs. Blank with several friends. Mr. Blank presents you—do you shake hands with the ladies? Do you bow to Mrs. Blank? Would you use any of these expressions: ‘‘How do you do?"’ ‘Pleased to know you,” *‘ Delighted."’
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How Do You Ask a Lady to Dance?
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If you are truly a gentleman your gallantry will dis- tinguish you in the ballroom. If you are a cultured woman, your grace and delicacy will make you the envy of less charming women. The ballroom is, with- out doubt, the ideal place to impress by one’s culture and refinement.
Let us pretend once again. You have taken your fiancee toa dance. The first few dances were hers, of course. But for the fourth you decide to ask a young lady, who happens to be a wall-flower, to share with you. How shall you excuse yourself to your fiancee? How do you ask the other young lady to dance? Which are the correct and which the incorrect forms? Can you make the young lady feel happy and at ease, or will she feel uncomfortable and embarrassed ?
The music ceases and you must return to yonr fian- cee. Do you find another partner for the young lady you have been dancing with? Do you escort her back to her seat? What is the proper thing to do; to say?
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It is growing rather late, and you are warm and tired. Is it in accordance with etiquette’s laws to wander out on the veranda? What is the correct thing to do if you cannot, for any reason, fulfill a promised dance?
And the woman at the dance. What shall she wear? May she under any condition ask for a dance? May she refuse to dance without reason? What are the usual forms of refusal? How many times is it correct for a girl to dance with the same partner? What shall the young girl who is not asked to dance do?
Both the man and woman must know the etiquette of the ballroom—must know just what to do and what tosay. It is the badge of culture and refinement, and not even poverty can hide it.
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You have asked yourself that question many times. “What shall I wear to-night?’’ Whether you are a man or a woman, it is utterly essential that you wear only what is perfect in taste and correct according to the etiquette of the occasion. What does a man wear to an afternoon dance? What does a woman wear? What is worn to the evening entertainment? to the wedding? to the funeral? Do you know what a Tuxedo is? When is it worn? We will pretend, once again, that you are invited to an important afternoon function. What would you wear? Is the high silk hat correct ? And if your sister accompanies you, what should she wear?
Are pearls worn in the afternoon? When are dia- monds worn, and to what functions? What is the proper dress for the young lady’schaperon? Is it per- missible to wear black to a wedding, even if one is in mourning?
The world is an extremely harsh judge. It judges you by what you wear even more severely than by what you do and say. If you would be respected, if you would be conceded a success, you must dress cor- rectly and in full accordance with etiquette’s laws.
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PEDDIE #ér’8%s FOR BOYS The achievements of Peddie graduates in scholar- ship and athletics at college are significant of the value of its training. Stalwart manhood is the all- important purpose of the curriculum. Every Peddie boy is given a comprehen- sive physical examination. Mental pow- ers are developed by expert teachers. Peddie is endowed, and A all its income upon its students = acre campus. 55th year. or Booklets and Catalog ROGER . ‘Sw ETLAND, LL.D., Headmaster Box 4-F, Hightstown, N. J.
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NFW JERSEY, Bordentown-on-the-Delaware, Drawer C-28.
Bordentown Military Institute 720ro"s"
preparation for college or business. Efficient faculty, small classes, indi vidual attention. Boys taught Avw to study. Military training. Supervised athletics. 37th year. For catalogue, address
CoOL. T. D. LANDON, Principal and Commandant.
CARSON LONG INSTITUTE
85th vear. College Preparatory, Business, Junior Courses. Separate modern building for boys under 13 years. Healthful country location. Terms, $400; Juniors, $375. Boys taught how to learn, how to labor, how to live. CARSON LONG INSTITUTE, Box 18, New Bloomfeld, Pa.
The Columbia Military Academy Built by the U. S. Government. Half-million dollar plant. 67-acre campus, athletic fields, splendid equip- ment. R. O. T. ©. under direction U. 8. Army officer. Junior school for small boys. Catalog.
THE COLUMBIA MILITARY ACADEMY, Box 500, Columbia, Tennessee
Gulf Coast Military and Naval Academy
America’s great open air school on the Gulf. Study, Athletics, Water Sports. Boys sleep on screened porches. Strong College-bred faculty. Teacher to every 20 boys. Separate Department for boys 8 to 15. You'll enjoy our catalogue. THE ACADEMY, R 1, Gulfport. Miss
WEST VIRGINIA, LEWISBURG
Greenbrier Military School
An up-to-date military board- ing school. Instructors—all
: college graduates. Bracing mountain climate, ( Presbyterial ) 2300 ft. altitude. On Main Line, C. & O. R. R. Station Rouceverte. Brick buildings, athletic field. Terms $500. Catalog address Col. H. B. MOORE, A. M., Prin., Box 25
MASSACHUSETTS, BOSTON, 557 Boylston St.
Chauncy Hall School.
Fetablished 1828. Prepares boys exclusively for MASSACHUSETTS INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY and other scientific schools. Every teacher a specialist. FRANKLIN T. Kurt, Principal.
- Holderness School for Boys Five buildings. 20 acres. Pre erste for Colle; and Technical Schools. Ranks with highest grade sokpols of New England. Endowment makes tuition moderate.
(Copley Sq.)
Household Arts, Music, Art, Secretarial and Business Courses. Faculty of ex-
Lexington, Missouri 43 Miles from Kansas City
A high grade Preparatory School for boys of good character. Accredited by colleges. Men teachers who under- stand the viewpoint of the boy and lead rather than drive. Largest eym- nasium in Missouri. Swimming Pool. TennisCourts. Three Athletic fields. Separate Lower Sc hoot offers excep- tional advantages for younger boys For catalog, address:
COL. S. SELLERS, Supt. Washington Ave. Lexington, Mo.
The Inquiry Dept. Culver, Indiana > WENTWORTH
MILITARY
ACADEMY
perienced college graduates. 3-acre estate with 5 buildings in Boston’s most beautifulsuburb. 8 acres and 5 buildings in the Blue Hill region, 15 miles from Boston. Hills- view,the school’s summer camp, is used for week end sports and games. For catalog address
Mrs. Althea H. Andrew Principal 1440 Beacon Street Brookline, Mass.
college. Special diploma courses for |
Shattuck School
FARIBAULT, MINN. -!:= 55TH YEAR
College Preparatory, Military, Episcopal Application should be made well in advance to enter when 14 or 15 years of age.
Catalogue and View Book on Request.
RATE $1200
Fall term opens September 28th. health, happiness, achievement. Catalog on request. FARMINGTON, MAINE
opens September . Kemper Military School 37, 7s Ste. Military School of the highest class by the U. S. War Department. High scholastic standards. Unusual manual training equipment. Buildings challenge comparison with best in America. Junior and Senior R. O. T. C. Supervised athletics. For catalog, address Col. T. A. JOHNSON, 754 Third Street, Boonville. Mo.
LAKE FOREST ACADEMY for BOYS College Preparatory—Not a milters institution—Honor ideals. Aim distinctively educational. Preparation for admission to any university. Swimming pool, all athletics. (One hour north of Chicago. ) John Wayne Richards, Headmaster, Box 156, Lake Forest, Ill. ‘MILFORD A college preparatory
school for boys of 16
and over. Formerly The Rosenbaum School. Small classes and individual instruction. Beoklet on Request.
Ss 1B.R b , Principal, Milford, Connecticut
Missouri Military Academy Develops red-blooded American manhood, through care- fully co-ordinated military and academic training. Equipment and faculty exceptional. For ca.alogue address Col. E. Y. Burton, Pres., Box 124, Mexico, Missouri
Pasadena Military Aca
tory.
California’s best private school. College prepara- Grammar grades sixth to eighth. Full high school courses. Sound scholarship. Character training. Free courses in aeronauties, wireless. Horsemanship, outdoor athletics year round, gymna- sium, indoor swimming. Every modern Seereaience, Ly Fy
great forest reserves and lorange groves. Ad’ RANDOLPH-MACON ACADEMY ( (Military) A Branch of the Randolph-Macon System. In the Valley of Virginia. Equipment cost $100,000. Prepares for College or Scientific Schools. MILITARY TRAINING. Gymnasium and Athletics. $450. 30th session opens September 20th. Address has. L. Melton, A. M., Principal, Box 425, Front Royal. Va.
RIVERSIDE iitctce sete ie
In Blue Ridge foothills. ry supervision, Com- pulsory Gymnasium Work. 0. T. C. unit. Individual instruction; all athletics. For catalogue address
RIVERSIDE, Box R, Gainesville, Georgia Rutgers Preparatory School 15th sear.
High stand- ards. Complete equipment. All athletics. Refined
home life. Graduates successful in leading colleges.
A military academy of Se highest grade, fifty
Modern gymnasium, Skating. Wintersporte. 42nd year. Rev. Lorin Webster, L. H. D., Rector, Plymouth,
| William P. Kelly, Box 133; New Brunswick, N. J.
Write for catalogue stating boy’s age and aim.
ABBOTT SCHOOL for BOYS |:
Emphasizes
|} and regular catalog of ‘Th
SCHOOLS AND COLLEGES FOR BoYS
Prepares boys for college, St. John’s School p07) tecitits tor thorough and rapid work. Intimate association with instractora Gymnasium. Swimming pool. Many sports Junier
Mali for younger boys. Catalogue. Address
___ PRINCIPAL, Ossining-on-Hudson, N. Y._ Staunton Military oe.
Largest private ac
ademy in tl B years old prepared for the Universities Government A lemies or Business, Gynasium, sw ng por and athletic park. New $375,000 barracks. Ch arges § 7 or Z icire COL. THOS. H. RUSSELL, B. S.. Pre Box R, STAI NTON, Va TENNESSEE MILITARY INSTITUT a Sweetwater, Team. Summer session June 1 to Aug. 3. offers splendid opper- tunity of making up back credits or securing advanced standing. Thorough work with every desirable recrea- tional activity. Write for special summer school folder
@ South's Best Known Military Se Scheel.”
Wilbraham Academy Serious we
work, wholesome play. Ideal location and envi- ronment. Prepares for college and scientific schools. 250 acres. 5 brick buildings. Athletic fields. Modern equipment. Limited enrollment.’ Moderate rate Gaylord Ww. Douglass, Headmaster, Wilbraham, Mass.
Blackstone Military a
College Preparatory and home school for boys —_ section of Virginia Unit of Reserve Officers Corps soe = rildin gs and 1 le e ey! pose mercial cours T n $5 logue addr coL. e. $. ‘tieon. Deanne, y 4, Blackstone, Va. NEW Yo ryt »wn-on-H Ison I S h I { B 25 miles from New York, rving chool for Boys {2 thei" “‘Irving’’ countr th year. 3 ars under present H i Extensive grounds. M mand complete equipment. Prepares for all colleges 2 and technical schools. Pat thletic fie S ning Pool. Gymnasium. J. M. Fur RM AN, A. M., Hea t Box
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Deciding upon the right environment in which a boy shall spend the most im- pressionable years of his life is often difficult. The Educational Bureau of THE RED BOOK MAGAZINE is managed by one whose education, training and personal investigation has enabled her to help your particular problem. If you would like assistance in selecting the right school, state your son’s age, the locality in which you wish him educated, the amount of yearly tuition you would care to expend and address the
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ear course leading to walpatd positions in schools, colleges, universities. coms. munity centres, industria gymnasiums, ban depart- ment stores, etc. Fi ree grad- nate placing bureau Strong = faculty. Swimming pool, gymnasiums, deuants, daiting auditorium. Summer Session with course designed spe- cially for teachers. View book and catalog on request. Address
AMERICAN 62 COLLEGE of (QW) EDUCATION
Accredited ‘0-educational Address € Dept. R-4, 4200 Grand I nm Chicago
for Physical Education
The Sargent School Established 1881
Address for booklet
DR. D. A. SARGENT, Cambridge, Mass.
CONSERVATORIES O OF MUSIC AND SCHOOLS OF one AND DRAMATIC ARTS
American adie of Dramatic Arts
Founded in 1884 FRANKLIN H. SARGENT, President The leading institution for Dramatic and Expressional Training in Amer- ica. Connected with Charles Froh- man’s Empire Theatre and Companies. For information apply to THE SECRETARY 177 Carnegie Hall NEW YORK, N, Y. ALVIENE SCHOOLS — Est. 20 Years The Acknowledged Authority on
Each department a large school in
iteelf. Academic, Technical and DRAMATIC Practical Training. Students’ School STAGE Theatre and Stock Co. Afford New | pyoro-pLay
York Appearances. Write for cata- logue, mentioning study desired. AND
N B.C. MWIM, Secretary _ORuce ante 43 W. 72nd St., between B' way and Central Park West, New York
American Conservatory
Chicago's foremost Schoo! of Music and Dramatic Art. 35th season. Summer Normal session 6 weeks. Josef Lhevinne and David Bispham, guest teachers. Apply now. For free catalog, address John J Hattstaedt, Pres.. 554 Kimball Hall, Chicago, Ill.
COMBS CONSERVATORY of MUSIC
4th year. Individual instructi All branches, theoretical and applied, including Public Performance. Degrees conferred. Reciprocal Relations with University of ‘gprs Dormi- tories for women. WRITE FOR BOOK
GILBERT REYNOLDS COMBS, Director, Broad & Reed Sis., Philadelphia Ithaca Conservatory of Music
Special advantages for those who look forward to Concert or Educational work. All Instrumental, Vocal, Dra- matic Art. etc. Graduates filling highest places available —E, America. Oatalog. Distinguished faculty. Address
Registrar, 15 De Witt Park, ithaca, New York
Sapoeue Arts Conservatory
Summer Normal Session six weeks-June 20—July RR
— includes present faculty and guest teachers.
Branches of Music and Dramatic Art. Register You. ELIAS DAY, Director
Box 43. 601-3 Lyon & Healy Bidg., Chicago, Hlinois
= Emerson College of Oratory
Largest School of Oratory. and Pedagogy in America. Summer Session. 42nd year. Degrees granted. Address Harry SEYyMourR Ross, Dean, Huntingtop Cc hambe ors, | Boston, . Mass.
re SCHOOL OF COSTUMES DESIGNING Costume Design, Design Costumes {iiims. Beg":
and Fashion Illustration taught by practical designers
and illustrators. Largest school of Costume Design.
Individual instruction; students may enter any time. FASHION ACADEMY, Inc.
103 E. 57th St. New York City
SCHOOL OF DOMESTIC AND LANDSCAPE ARCHITECTURE
Belles-lettres |
We offer just these
diploma.
miles from Boston
Send for New Year Book
Brenau College Conservatory Noted for: Select patronage 30 s' pleasant social life; location foothills Blue Ridge Mts. North of Atlanta. ‘Standard A. B. course, special advantages in music, orator: art, domestic science, physi- | . bulidings including sorority houses, new gymna- sium, swim pool it talog and illustrated book. ‘Address, "BREN: At . Box F, Gainesville, Ga, |
for girls. Beautiful location in | Colonial School National Capital. High School, College Preparatory and Collegiate courses. Complete Domestic Science and Secretarial departments. Music, Art, and Expression. Well ordered home and social life. Organized play and recreation. Athletics. Catalog. MISS JESSIE TRUMAN, Associate Principal, 1535 Eighteecth Street, 4. W.. WASHINGTON, D.C.
CHEVY CHASE SCHOOL
Unique advantages of the national capital are enjoyed at this residence school for girls. Ask your senator or congressman about Chevy ase. Meantime write for catalog. Address CHEVY CHASE SCHOOL, . Frederic Ernest Farrington, Ph. D., Headmaster. Washington, D.C.
7 A select school for girls Fairfax Hall ; in the Valley of Virginia. College preparatory. 1 year graduate work. Music, Art, Home Economics, Expression, Secretarial. 21 acre
campus. Modern building. Main line, 2 railroads. $475. Catalog. JOHN NOBLE MAXWELL, President, Fairfax Hall, Box B, BASIC, VA.
Fairmont
A home school for girls, Our new and larger home offers increased advantages of outdoor life combined with the unique cultural orpestuasiee of the National! Capital. Re vier and Special Courses.
ARTHUR R AMS AY, Principal, WasHrneTon, D. C.
HOOD COLLEGE For Young Women
Standard A.B. and B.S. Courses. Also Music, Art, Expression and Home Economics. Accredited. Courses in Pedagogy. Separate Preparatory with certificate relations. Four new buildings on 45- acre suburban site. Our own Gardenand Dairy. Terms $450 to §50¢
Joseph H. Apple, LL.D., Pres., Box R, Frederick, Md.
25 miles from Boston College Howard Seminary for Girls oepNStory "ana. vene ssl
courses. Household economics. Strong courses in instrumental and vocal music. Military drill. Horseback riding. All sports. Upper and lower school. 50 pupils
MR. and MRS. C. P. KENDALL, Principals, 30 Howard Street, West Bridgewater, Mass.
iFOR GIRLS &
We send students to college on certificate. after leaving high school they desire advanced work in a new environment with competent instructors, with studies best meeting their tastes.
erature, but the course otherwise is elective.
Graduation from high school not necessary. Noexamination required. Special work in voice, piano, cello, violin, harp and pipe organ with eminent Boston masters. e (6in all) with new pipe organ; gymnasium and swimming pool.
Excellent Secretarial course. Courses in B Costume Design and Home Decoration. All outdoor sports. Ail the opportunities of Boston in Music, Art and historical associations are freely used. DomesticScience, Art, Elocution. A girl, after leaving grammar school, can begin her studies at Mount Ida and continue them until she has an education equivalent to two years in college, taking through her whole course an elective program. There are some rooms with hot and cold water. Students for 1921-1922 are being accepted in the order of their applications. Special car for Western girls from Chicago, September 27th.
Exceptional opportunities with a delightful homeiife.
Many girls, however,
do not wish to go to college. But often
opportunities. Students take English or Lit- All subjects count for
A finely equipped school. w building
+ wm +
Junior College Courses.
1674 Summit St., NEWTON, MASS.
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b Miss Mason’s Summer School This well-known school is offering exce gnel courses for summer work. The ideal location affo lendid opportunity for recreation and stud Bonutt 1 and historical Tarrytown is a wonderful By for a summer vacation. On the Hu n river, 45 minutes from Fifth Avenue. Fine courses in ey Work, Business Methods for women, Music, Art, Dancing and Author- ship. Emphasis plac ed on tutor ing on lege ent: - Catalogue for summer or regular winter pe sen reguest. Address 960.
For Girls and Women. Tarrytown-on-Hudson, N. Y. VIRGINIA COLLEGE For YOUNG WOMEN fithsoxce,
In the Valley of Virginia, famed for hn oy he beauty. Elective, Preparatory and full Junior College courses. Music, Art, Expression. Domestic Science. Catalogue. Address’ MATTIE P. Harris, President. Mrs, GERTRUDE HARRIS BOATWRIGHT, Vice-President.
WARD-BELMONT ¥2.,.0Wonns
. Young Women Offers a six-year course of study embracing two years of college. Meets exacting demands of a most discriminating patronage. For information address The Secretary, Belmont Heights, Box AA, Nashville, Tenn.
Highland Manor, Tarrytown-on-Hudson, New York
Non-Sectarian boardingschool for aixte on site formerly oceupied by Knox School. iberal Arts, College Pre- paratory, Post Graduate, Secretarial, Home-making. Pri- mary, Intermediate. Outdoor life. Eugene H. Lehman, Tarrytown- on-Hudson, N. Y. Tel. Tarrytown 467. Box R.
Illinois Woman’s College
Accredited by universities. Degrees in Liberal Arts, Music, Home Economics. Special Courses—Secretarial, Physical Training, Music. 8 buildings Gymnasium, Swimming, | Tennis. Catalog. Box D, Jacksonville, uit.
LASELL SEMINARY 4 school that de- velops well-
trained, healthful and aint womanhood.
Home Economics, Music, Art, College Preparatory
and Secretarial Course,
140 Woodland Road Auburndale, Mass.
KINDERGARTEN TRAINING SCHOOL
H Practical C f Summer SeSSION kinicaten md re June 20 to August 12, 1921 Gity,Cnd Teachers.
Credit towards ploma. Dormitorieson College Grounds. Ideal Recreations for Summer Students in Chicago. Registr
ar for Bulietin and Book o: Views. NATIONAL KINDERGARTFN AND ‘ARY_ COLLEGE 35th Year. Accredited. Box 92, Bivd., Chicage
UNIVERSITY
Country School ina
The Mary Lyon School Coiicce' Town. Cotioce
Preparatory. Certificate privileges. General and Finish-
ing Courses. Opportunity for advanced stady. Open- air op BE CAEL ED ee en Se
to Cri B., Frances L. Crist; ri B.,
Principals, .~ 1532, MS orinaine. Pa.
ENR A select Washington schoo! for Gunston Hall ——~ girls. Highest standards in general, college preparatory, and graduate courses. For illustrated catalogue address .
MRS. BEVERLEY R. MASON, Principal Washington, D. C.
- wassnecsee.
~ PENNS VANIA, Chambersburg PENN HALL SCHOOL FOR GIRLS. College Preparatory, Modern Language and Special Courses. Certificate privileges. Rooms with private bath. May each year spent at Atlantic City. Work continues without interruption. New gymnasium and swimming pool. Rates, $700. Catalog and views. Address FRANK S. MAGILL., A. M., Prin.. Box R.
Southfield Point Hall 2,3°H2°
Beautifully located on Long Island Sound. _Inter-
mediate, General and Colle Preparatory Courses.
Music, Gymnastics, Athletics and Sports. Address sanest © CALLAM GRAY, B.A., Svincipat,
The School of Domestic Architecture and Architecture for Women
aU RIMER AND WINTER TERMS, LIMITED REGISTRATION 4 Brattle Street Cambridge, Mass.
1 = build-
Suillins ; College & ings, every room has bath attached. Gymnasium, Swimming Pool, Outdoor Sports, Standard Giien School and Junior College Courses. te Art, Ys tessiog and DomesticBeience. Secretarial " tudente from 35 st: states. Write fer catalogue and views.
Tee niacin Oa. Se Pens Gon Oe, ee, Virginia
; Hy Before deciding where Valparaiso University fPittend school send for catalog. This is one of the largest institutions of learning in the United States. Thorough instruction at Lowest Expense. Catalog mailed free. Address
Danie! Russell Hodgdon, President 10 Administration Bidg. VALPARAISO, INDIANA
VOCATIONAL SCHOOLS
Training for a business or profession is important. If you will write to THE RED BooK MAGAZINE Educa- tional Bureau, 33 W. 42nd St., New York City, stating what kind of train- ing you wish, your age, and the local- ity in which you prefer the school, you will receive valuable advice.
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SUMMER CAMPS
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‘Wynonna Westmore
The Quality Camps for Girls FAIRLEE AND BARTON, VT.
Horseback riding is the most popular sport at Wynona-Westmore. Large stable of tine saddle horses Expert instructors. he Annual Horse Show is the most_important social event of the summer around Wynona-Westmore Camps.
Also hiking, swimming, canoeing. tennis, golf and archery. Ideal location among the Green Mountains. Splendid, modern camp ec mipment. Junior and Seniorcamps. Send for booklet. Address:
WYNONA CAMPS 280 Summer Street F Sohase, Mass, Lake Morey Club—a modern hotel under same management.
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“MISS JOBE’S CAMP FOR GIRLS”
The salt water camp for girla Half way between New Yorkand Boston. Lifein the New England hills, woods, and by the sea Unusual buildings, tent bungalows. Shower and tub baths. Modern sanitation. Salt water sports, mnotorbouting, swimming, safe canoeing, horseback riding, dancing, field athletics, artsand crafts,dramaticsa, Camp life and trips under the personal direction of Miss Jobe who has had nine seasons of practical experience (summer and winter) in camping and exploration in the Canadian Réckies. Care for the safety and health of each camper. Juniors and Seniors. Age 8-18. Booklot,
ARY L,. JOBE, A, F.R.G
Room 68, 50 Morningside ‘Drive, New York
LutherGulick Camps
On Sebago Lake, South Casco, Maine MRS. CHARLOTTE Y. GULICK, Hotel Hemenway, Boston, Mass. WETOMACHEK CAMP FOI FOR Gi PWISCONSIN,
WISCONSIN Under the managem of THE CHICAGO NOKM aL SCHOOL OF “PHT SICAL EDUCATION Junior and Senior Camps. July and August. For girls ages 9 to 22. A strong force of trained counselors. erences required. Write for booklet. Registrar, Box R, 430 So. Wabash Ave., Chicago, ll.
NEW HAMPSHIRE, Stinson Lake.
EAGLE POINT ¥ Mountain camp in heart of White Mountains. Fully equipped for all camp activities,
Trained leaders. a beautiful and profitable place for your daughter Virginia E. Spencer,
h. D., Secretary, 220 West 42nd Street, New York City.
Sargent Camps
PETERBORO, N. H. The Athletic Camp for Girls
Every activity, every hour of play has its purpose in helping the girl toward healthy, happy lile. Skilled leaders train the Sargent Camps girls to excel in all sports. Woodcraft, water sports, hiking, horseback riding, field games, panto- mime, music and dancing.
Junior Camp. Homecraft for little folks. A happy combination of home-mak- ing and play in large play houses.
For .-% catalogue address Camp _ Secretary, = erett St. Cambridge,
SUMMER CAMPS
Be Happy!
EARN to swim, to hike, to ride; Learn to see more than
bark and leaves when you look at a tree;
Learn to be a good mixer and to make friends with people
who come from all four cor- ners of our United States;
Be a pal with the great out- of-doors.
All these things are yours if you go to summer camp; but choose the right camp.
We know camps because we have visited and investigated them.
Apply, without charge, to The Educational Director
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Camp Terra Alta
Directed by The Commandant of The Staunton Military Academy.
On Lake Terra Alta, main line B.&0.R.R., 130 miles southeast of Pittsburgh. 2800 ft. above sea level. Pure magnesian spring water. 20 000 equipment. Complete water system, shower baths. Natural gas lighting. Athletic and water sports, bowling, bil. liards. Military drill and target practice. High and Grammar school subjects Music, 113 boys from
23 states last session. June 30 to August 25, $200
Until June 5, address The Commandant, Box 143-E, Staunton, Va.
After June 5th, Camp Terra Alta, Terra Alta, W.Va.
The Importance of Education
AS become so vital a matter that
the United States Government is conducting a nation-wide movement to keep its youth in school. Not all youth, however, can enjoy the ad- vantage of a private school where greater opportunity is allowed for studying the individual needs of each pupil than can be had in schools where classes are large and crowded and a child is under.the supervision of a teacher only a few hours each day. But not every private school is suitable for your boy or girl. The Educational Man- ager of THE RED BOOK MAGAZINE knows the particular advantages offered by each of the better private schools. Perhaps she can help
you to find just the right school for your son or daughter. Let hertry. Address
Manager Educational Bureau RED BOOK MAGAZINE 33 West 42nd Street New York City
SUMMER CAMPS
For Girls (under 20 years), Roxbury, Vermont
A 300 acre wonderland in the heart of the Greg Mountains. Athletic fi :
ida, privateswi om ing pond, clay tennis courts, screened dining porch, Blee ing bungalows, and a big assembly hall for plays, dances, music, and games around a big cheer ry fire. place Famous for its fine saddle ho rses, free horseback riding, instruction, and won derful camping trips. Separate camps for Juniors and
Seniors. Enthusiastic counselors carefully chosen, Write now for illustrated booklet
Mr. & Mrs. C. A. Roys, 10 Bowdoin St, Cambridge, Mass.
BEACON |
Separate Camps for Juniors and Seniors Hillsview for Boys Hillcrest for Girls
15 miles from Boston in the Blue Hil! region. 65 acres of athletic fields, farms and wood. Jand. All land and water sporta Horse back riding. Music and art are a vital part of ca the camp life for all
campers. Tutoring, pantomime cean. Under Address
MRS. ALTHEA H. ANDREW, Director 1440 Beacon St.
% ‘ Dancing and indoor games. Hikes, trips to the « the direction of Beacon School.
Brookline, Mass.
Camps for Girls Se. Fairlee, Vt., Fairlee, Vt, and Pike, N. HL 3. distinct camps ages 7-13, 13-17, 17-30 FUN FROLIC FRIENDSHIPS Swimming. canoeing. horseback riding, tennis, basketball, baseball mountain climbing. dancing; handi- crafts, dramatica, music. Cur aim—a vigorous body, alert mind and strong character.
1900 girls have been in these camps during the past 16 years and not a singleserious accident. Mr. and Mrs Gulick’s persona! supervision. LDlus- trated booklet.
MRS. E. a GULICK, 250 Addi Ro , we
DESS | Gs
THE KINEO CAMPS IN MAINE Two camps: boys 7-15 and 12-16. Offer every feature boys desire. Largely patronized by mi:idle-western boys. Original camp now mostly filled. Maine seacoast camp offers ocean cruises and many unuse 1al features. Illustrated booklets. Mention age and which camp. IRVING R. McCOLL, Hote! McAipin, NEW YORK cry
Kyle Camp for Boys, Catskills
Model Bungalows—no wet tents. An expenditure of $25,000 has turned this ideal place into a paradise for boys. Address DR. PAUL KYLE, KYLE SCHOOL FOR BOYS Box 88 irvington-on-Hudson, N. Y.
CAMP. ALGONQUIN Asquam Lake, N. In the foothills of the White Mountains The camp for boys who love nature and a wholesome, active, outdoor life. 36th year. For circulars, address Epwin De MERITTE. A. B., Director, 1404 Raleigh Ave
. NORFOLE, Van
Camp Wachusett for Boze
| Holderness, N. H. Nineteenth season. 7 buildings. Boat- ing, canoe ing, swimming, fishing, water anc i land sports New athletic field. ene games and @ good time every night.
Tutoring if desired. ents. FisHerhuots. Box
Rev. LORIN WEBSTER, L.H.D., Holderness Scho | Piymouth. ibs A.
pt e ful Naomi Pine Tree Camp for Girls § so fect shan sea, in pine-laden air of Pocono Mount. ains. ze our from New York and Philadelphia. Bungalows and tents « any hil Experienced counselors. Tennis, b asebal l anc kes —all outdoor sports. Handicrafts, garden season
MISS BLANCHE D, PRICE, 404 W, School Lane, ‘Philade pha, © Pa.
Camp Idyle Wyld Invites You!
Have you seen its booklet? A TRUE GIRLS’ WONDERLAND! Limited numbers. Only a few vacancies. Refer- ences required. Season’s fees, $500.00. No extras.
The Director, Three Lakes, Wisconsin
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How I Ate a Pound a Day Off My Weight
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At first I took it as a sure sign of vigor- ous health. I had always thought that the accumulation of fat was Nature’s way of storing up health and energy—a sort of reserve to draw upon in time of need. So I revelled in my good fortune and felt genuinely sorry for my friends who were not so favored by Nature.
But soon my condition began to be seri- ous. I was getting altogether too fat. My increasing stoutness began to be about all I could think of—it entirely occupied my mind. My friends began to mention it. I eouldn’t walk a block without puffing. My heart became affected.
I Gave Up Pleasures to No Avail
I had always led an active life, being fond of athletics, horse- back riding and other exercises. My increasing weight made it difficult for me to “go in” for these things. I simply couldn't get around as fast as the others —even my walk was different; and hesides any sort of physical exertion became unpleasant to me. I don’t need to go into details, for anyone with a tendency to stoutness will well know what I mean.
This lack of exercise could lead to but one thing; I took on weight to an alarm- ing extent, and I shall never forget the day when I realized that I was slowing down mentally as well as physieally. 1 lost interest in my work and all social affairs. Anything requiring exertion was passed up. Understand me, please, I am not trying to praise my former self and figure; I’m simply telling how my mental and physical powers and pleasure de- creased as fat was increased.
Starving Only Made Things Worse
You can probably guess my next move —nearly every “fat” woman has taken it. I became a follower of the “simple life.” T cut down on my diet—and felt hungry all the time. Then I took a course of baths. According to weights teken “be- fore and after” the baths cut down my weight. But within a day or so the weight was back again. The baths had only a temporary effect. And it seemed to me that they were sap- ping my vitality.
Then I tried the plan of going without liquids; omitting certain food from my all-too-meager diet; of eating widely ad- vertised “reducing foods,” and finally of taking medicine.
By this time life had lost much of its joy for me, As my weight increased so did my distress. I simply had to do something. So I started to find out all I could about obesity. I questioned physicians, surgeons, army doctors, health specialists and a lot of women and men who were similarly afflicted. Soon I became a walk- ing encyclopedia of weight reduction, But still I continued to put on weight.
Fat People Die Young
One day I experienced a shock. I was read- ing some health statistics by life insurance com- panies, These showed conclusively that in addi- tion to causing mental and physical inefficiency fatness brings on a serious chain of illnesses, such as heart trouble, diabetes, stomach and intestinal trouble, apoplexy and the like. And then I read that fat people die young. No sup- position about this. Plain, cold, hard facts, drawn from life insurance sta- tistics, covering the experiences of tens of thousands of people and several generations,
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This course, in the form of simple little lessons, completely upset my own personal opinions and all that I had learned about obesity and health. It shows that when one starts to put on weight it is not a sign of health, but of ill- health. Obesity is actually a disease. Then it showed that most of the tables of weights indi- cating what a person of a certain age and height should weigh are all wrong and why.
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Then there were some startling new ideas about the maintenance of health and of mental and physical vigor. No theories, but hard, practical facts, drawn from the experiences of thousands of men and women in all conditions of life.
The remarkable part of it all was that there were no fads in Eugene Christian’s methods, no special baths, no self-denying diet, no medicine, no exercises—nothing out of the ordinary. Sim- ply go on living a normal life, eat appetizing, delicious foods, properly combined, do pretty much as you please. And still one could reduce his or her weight to normal in a very short time by entirely natural methods.
A Pound Less a Day Without the Slightest Hardship
It all sounded too good to be true, but I de- cided to give the methods a fair test. Right from the start my former figure and energy be- gan to return, The very first week I reduced my weight by a pound each day. Not the slight- est hardship was involved—a most unusual thing in weight-reduction. I had always enjoyed my meals, but now my food tasted even more deli- cious than ever. Working became a pleasure to me again, instead of a grind. I was bubbling over with life and energy. My flesh grew hard and firm. And soon, very much to my surprise, I was able to wear fabrics and colors which my stoutness had forced me to abandon.
A Famous Scientist’s Greatest Work
When I now look upon my former condition of stoutuess it all seems like a horrible nightmare, for not only did I quickly regain my normal weight, but I’ve maintained it ever since. To look at me today no one would realize that not so long I was a “fat”? woman. My quick reduc- tion in weight, my vigorous health and active mind of today I owe all to Eugene Christian. I
only wish I had the means to distribute his remarkable Course to every woman afflicted with obesity, for I feel that Eugene Christian is ren- dering a great and genuine service to humanity through his wonderful work. I have recom- mended Eugene Christian’s Course to many others and have had the satisfaction of seeing it produce results just as remarkable as in my case.
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Millions of’ People Can Write Stories and Photoplays and Don't Know It/
E. B. Davison, of New York, one of the high- est paid writers in the world. Is his aston- ishing statement true? Can it be possible there are countless thousands of people yearning to write who really can and simply haven’t found it out! Well, come to think of it, most anybody can fell a story. Why can’t most anybody write a story? Why is writing supposed to be a rare gift that few ossess? Isn’t this only another of the Mistaken deas the past has handed down to us? Yesterday nobody dreamed man could fly. Today he dives like a swallow ten thousand feet above the earth and laughs down at the tiny mortal atoms of his fellow- men below! So Yesterday’s “impossibility’’ is a reality today.
T HIS is the startling assertion recently made by
“The time will come,” writes the same authority, “when millions of people will be writers—there will be countless thousands of playwrights, novelists, scen- ario, magazine and news- paper writers—they are coming, coming—a_ whole new world of them!” And do you know what these writers-to-be are doing now? Why, they are the men— armies of them—young and old, now doing mere clerical work, in offices, keeping books, selling merchandise, or even driving trucks, run- ning elevators, street cars, waiting on tables, working at barber chairs, following the plow, or teaching schools in the rural districts, and women, young and old, by
scores, now pos, Tee Miss Helene Chadwick, famous Goldwyn Film Star, says: ** Any man or woman who will learn this New Method of Writing ought to sell stories and plays with ease."*
writers, or standing behind counters, or running spindles in factories, bending over ovsing machines, or doing housework. Yes—you may laugh—but these are The Writers of To. morrow.
For writing isn’t only for geniuses as most people think. Don’t you believe the Creator gave you a story-writiny=faculty just as He did the greatest writer? Only maybe you are simply “‘bluffed” by the thought that you “‘haven’t the ift.”” Many people are simply afraid to try. Or if they do try, and their first efforts don’t satisfy, they simply give up in despair, and that ends it. They’re through. They never try again. Yet, if, by some lucky chance they had first learned the simple rules of writing, and then given the imagination free rein, they might have astonished the world!
But two things are essential in order to become a writer. First, to learn the ordinary prin- ciples of writing. Second, to learn to exercise your faculty of Thinking. By exercising a thing you develop it. Your Imagination is something like
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than the principles of pepe arithmetic, or any other simple thing that any»ody knows. Writers learn to piece together a story as easily as a child sets up a miniature house with his toy blocks. It is amazingly easy after the mind grasps thesimple“know how.” A little study, a little patience, a little con- fidence, and the thing that looks hard often turns out to be just as easy as it seemed difficult.
Thousands of people imagine they need a fine education in order to write. Nothing is farther from the truth. Many of the greatest writers were the poor- est scholars. People rarely learn to write at schools. They may et the principles there,
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How I Made $350.00 On One Short Story
And How I Learned to Write, in Only a Few . Evenings, Stories That Actually Sell Themselves
VEN as a child I wanted to write stories
that people would read, and talk about and remember. Often when vague ideas sug gested themselves to me I longed for the means of expression—I heneed to put down on paper, in glowing words and phrases, the thoughts that surged up within me. Often I felt the strong de- sire to write about my hopes, my disappoint- ments, my joys, my sorrows, so that all the world would read and understand.
But youth has a way of slipping mysteriously by. and before I re- alized it, I found myself in the of- fice of one of the city’s “Big Busi- ness”” men—as his secretary. Gone were the dreams of brilliant au- thorshin! Gone were the dreams of fame and for- tiine. As so many other budding young writers a
fore me, I hac Men. swerved from the
path of glory through the lack of proper training.
Yet, often, as I watched the teeming life about me, and studied the different faces I saw every day, I felt that same irresistible urge that I had felt in childhood—the impulse to write my impressions of this world and its people. I wanted to weave into fascinating stories my little daily experiences and the characters who played a part in them, Most of all I wanted to do bigger things, enter wider fields, do something really worth-while.
Are Writers Born or Made?
And so I tried to write—poems at first, then articles, then stories. But somehow I did not seem able to put down in words the thoughts and emotions that ran in rapid confusion through my mind.
What did I lack? Why couldn’t | write stories in that subtle, interest-arousing way that kept one absorbed to the very end?’ Why couldn’t 1 write the kind of stories that editors paid high prices for, and people read eagerly?
One day I was glancing idly through a maga- zine. I began to picture my name in big, black letters at the top of the page. I began to pic- ture my story printed for thousands of people to read. It sent an inexpressible thrill through me, and looking up suddenly, I said to Dad, “Do you know, I think I ean write stories.”
“You! Why, my dear, you have to be born to be a writer.”
I Found Myself in the Of fice of Oneof the City’s
“Big Business’’
I glanced back at the magazine in my P J Here’s Proof of Your lap. The table of
° contents included the
Iden Opportunity names of as many
Since taking Prof. Pit- women ag men. Were kin's course I have sold
they, then, all gen- thirty-four stories, with- iuses? Were they all
out a returned 'manu- “born to write?” I script, and some forty- Tread some of the sto- odd articles at satisfying ries and was frankly
prices.
Altreus Von Shrader, New York City.
During the last year Sold two short stories wah two one-act plays, there- by adding several hun- dred dollars to my in- come, Prof. Pitkin’s work” has been a wonder- ful inspiration and train- to me—even though
{ am a very busy woman.
Mary Chalmers,
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puzzled. Here were plot-ideas so simple a child could invent them — and yet they held the interest to the very end.
Often ideas had oc- curred to me for sto- ries — ideas certainly more interesting and striking than these — but I could not build up the story step by step as these authors
had done. If I could
find the right words and expressions, the sympa- thetic touch of human nature, the correct tech- nique—
Technique! That was what I needed! I didn’t know how to begin my story. I didn’t know how to introduce my characters, I didn’t know how to create interesting complications and weave around the main characters tense emotional effects.
Were writers really born after all? I began
to wonder—and hope.
I Do a Bit of Investigating
It seemed suddenly that all my long pent-up ambitions gave vent to an overwhelming enthusi- asm, I started to read books on short story writing. I started to study the technique of plot- building, the laws of short story writing. I read all about authors, and made a thorough investi- gation of the different methods used by the teach- ers of short story writing.
I was just the least bit disappointed at first. Despite all my study, the stories I wrote failed somehow to hit the mark. After a few rejection slips" began to feel rather discouraged.
Then, one day, I came across an interesting article about Prof. Walter B. Pitkin. I found out that practically one-third of all the big writers in this country actually had studied his method which he has been following with ex- traordinary success for over ten years. I found out that his method of teaching short story writ- ing is used in more than two hundred of the greatest universities and colleges in America. I found out that some of our most popular authors go to him for help and advice in working out the plots of their stories.
The article filled me with new hope. It told all about the wonderful success young writers had made, not only in the short story fleld, but as novelists, playwrights, editors, and writers. If these people could learn to write, I could too, I told myself firmly. Dad was wrong. Writers were made, not born, :
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Of course, I could not give up my position and go to Co- lumbia University where Prof. Pitkin teaches Journalism—but I could study his wonderful methods at home in my spare time. I sent for his course “How to Write Stories” and it has proved the most important step I ever made.
Prof. Pitkin’s course is a veritable gold mine of informa- tion. It revealed to me the secret of creating interest. It taught me how to give my story that subtle touch that ap- peals to the editor. It taught me how to hold the readers spell-bound. Best of all it taught me how to find ideas for stories in the most trivial happenings. I know this last sounds impossibl How could anybody teach a_ person to find ideas’ And yet he does it, and in a way that nobody would ever guess.
And so I studied Prof. Pitkin’s splendid course in my spare time, and while I studied it I wrote a story based on one of: its plot sugges- tions. I sent it to one of the biggest magazines in the country, confident that the technique was faultless, that I had woven setting, plot and characters into an absorbing narrative.
With the passing of a few days I received a check for $350.00—a check that meant the be- ginning of a new life for me, a foothold on the ladder to fortune and fame.
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That was the beginning. After that I found it was very easy for me to write an interesting little tale in only a few evenings—just by follow- ing Prof. Pitkin’s methods. I found that I could build up a story slowly, leading up to an emo- tional effect that leaves the reader breathless. Editors and publishers began to write to me, ask- ing for my short stories and offering me startling prices.
Soon I found that I had to give up my posi- tion as secretary. My writing brought me such a fine income that I felt that I must devote more time to it. A newspaper heard of me, somehow, and sent me to California to get material for a series of short stories. It seemed as though a new world had opened up for me—a world filled with pleasure, happiness and hope.
And my friends! Formerly they were indif- ferent, but now they were proud of me, eager to introduce me to others, as their friend. My social circle widened to a surprising degree ; I found that I was wanted everywhere, that folks were al- ways pleased and proud to have me present.
Well, now I am writing “movie” stories. I re- alized early that there is a very big demand for them. And the valuable information I gleaned from Prof. Pitkin’s “‘How to Write Stories” en- ables me to write the kind of stories that pro- ducers actually clamor for. I usually write one or two a week, and spend the rest of my time traveling about in my car, seeking new experi- ences, new characters for my writing. Qh, it is a glorious life!
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He said that Parliament was about to inves- tigate the department of the government where he worked, and he was very worried. He said the nation was in a bad way, business depressed and men concerned about their taxes. And on November 26, 1666, he made this intensely human entry:
“Into the House of Parliament where... . I met .... with my cozen Roger Pepys, the first time I have spoke with him this Parlia- ment. Roger bade me help him to some good rich widow; for he is resolved to go and retire wholly into the country, for he says he is con- fident we shall all be ruined very speedily by what he sees in the state.”
“We shall all be ruined very speedily!” Pick up the history of any generation since the world began, and you find that half the mem- bers of that generation went through life expecting ruin to be visited upon them at any minute.
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Doubtless the tadpoles and reptiles of that swampy era were greatly concerned when they saw some of their number crawling out, and growing legs and learning to live in the air. Such fools would certainly come to some bad end. Far better to let well enough alone. Life could never be any better than it had been; indeed, the indications were that it was going to get steadily worse.
Nevertheless the hardy, hopeful ones crawled out, and laid the foundations of the Mesozoic period and of all progress since — while the Paleozoics stayed behind and stewed in their warm water and fears.
HERE are just two classes of us: the Paleo- zoics, who think we are going to be lucky if things don’t get worse; and the Mesozoics, who push ahead, assuming that a better future lies beyond—the believers and the fearers, the Roger Pepyses who ask for nothing but a good warm cyclone-cellar to crawl into.
By birth or training, or the state of your liver, you are in one class or the other and probably cannot be changed. But if you’re a Paleozoic, don’t expect us Mesozoics to grow gray-haired listening to your prophecies of ruin. The world has been trembling on the verge of destruction ever since the very first day.
And up to the minute of going to press the crash was still coming, but had not arrived.
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Board of Sunbury held its meet- ings in the office that opened off the rear of the book-stacks. Here were assembled, on a cer- tain evening in autumn after the closing of the outer doors at nine o'clock, the gentlemen and ladies of that body Mr. Overton, of the bank, was there; his hair was white now, his man- ner utterly calm. Mrs William B. Snow, a well- preserved elderly lady, with views regarding proper reading for the young, sat beside young Mr. David MacLouden, whose financial gift reached always toward funds for the new build- ing. Miss Wombast, librarian for thirty years, being ill at this time, her place at the secretary’s desk was occupied by her assistant, Miss Henrietta Brown.
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railing to say to little Miss Brown, courteously, imper- sonally:
“You understand, Miss Brown, that you have been authorized to have the new shelves installed without waiting on Miss Wom- bast.”
“T will attend to it in the morning, Mr. Jenkins.”
With a casual nod, he then went out.
No man had ever given Miss Brown more than a casual nod.
Left alone, she deftly tidied up the desk, then moved about with quick, birdlike steps, replacing books and switching off the lights. She was thin, brisk, colorless. During her residence of seven or eight years in Sunbury she had come to be accepted as useful on committees and as secretary of the Choral Society; but no one ever saw. her at a dance or walking with a man. In age she might have been under or over thirty, but
Mr. Elberforce Jenkins must have looked an old mews’: THE GARAGE OF 22: man of perhaps forty- talked—never, despite an
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of dignity and standing, a widower, and a backer of the Chicago opera. He drove imported auto- mobiles, and maintained a ranch in California. His executive capacity was prized in Sunbury affairs.
Quietly, with a composure that was in itself the flower of local culture—Sunbury prided itself on its conservatism,—Mr. Jenkins disposed of the business of the meeting; and after a few decorously friendly words, the members of the board set out for their various homes.
Mr. Jenkins lingered a moment by the outer
By SAMUEL MERWIN
Illustrated by W.B.KING
exhibited emotion; she gave out, as we say, noth- ing, had no personal magnetism.
She tripped briskly along Simpson Street to the rented house beyond the tracks that she spoke of as “home.” Here lived her married sister, Mrs. George C. Battie, younger than Miss Brown, faded and tired from the demands of three young children and unending house-work.
Mrs. Battie sat under the parlor light darning stockings. Overhead two of the children were crying vigorously, angrily.
“What’s the matter with them?” asked Miss Brown, from the doorway.
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Her sister sighed. “George always says that if I don’t let them cry it out, we'll never have any discipline oe What are you going to do?”
“Going out to the study.”
“I wish you'd stay and talk to me. Maybe you think it doesn’t get on my nerves too—with George staying in town this way, evenings, and all the worries. You know George isn’t him- self. He has those pains in his side. Sometimes I wonder what’s to become of us, with business in such a slump and everything. ... . What do you do out there, anyway—all alone? Some- times it seems as if we don’t know you at all.”
“You know I can’t work in here.”
“But if it’s work you're doing, why don’t we see results from it once in a while? And what kind of work needs a talking-machine playing fox- trots? Have you supposed, all these years, we couldn’t hear it—and wonder
a little? George has spoken of it, more than once. Seems to me that you re—”’
“You'd better go to bed, Mary,” said Miss Brown quietly. ‘You're evident- ly worn out. The music helps me with my work.”
“But how can you get any writing done, when you're all the time getting up to change needles and wind it? And it’s so late—a quarter to ten.”
“T don’t care to discuss i said Miss Brown rather sharply; and she went out through the kitchen into the back yard.....
As the Batties had no automobile, Miss Brown had made over the small garage at the rear into a simple den, with a good board floor, desk and chair, bookcases, an old-fashioned round stove, a screened-off closet, and an inexpensive rug that was tacked to the floor.
She Jet herself in with a key, and bolted the door behind her, then made her familiar way through the dark to the desk and switched on the drop- light there. A soft radiance shone on the desk, with its neat piles of papers and reference books, and spread pleas- antly over the rug, leaving walls and ceiling in shadow. She moved about drawing down the window-shades, and
put a little coal on the fire. Opening
a drawer, she took a pair of black-
rimmed spectacles from a case and put
them on. Next she sank into the desk-chair, drew toward her one of the piles of papers and fingered it.
But her eyes lifted to the cheap talking-machine that stood on a small table between the bookcases; then they strayed to the door—for a moment she seemed to be listening. A flush crept high on her thin cheeks. The nervous eyes burned with an inner fire. Her quick fingers tapped the desk. She spread out a few of the papers, looked intently at them, knitting her brows; then with a determined little shake of the shoulders, she replaced them on the pile and pushed that back to its place. The spectacles she restored to their case.
Then, more than ever flushed and bright of eye, pausing only to glance about at the window-shades, she disappeared behind the screen in the corner. Five minutes later she stepped deliberately out, attired in a light shirtwaist and gymnasium bloomers, her feet bare. And now it was evident that this little woman who knew nothing of smart ways or smart clothes, who was a nonentity on the street, had the divine gift of grace.
Once again she inspected the window-shades. Then she moved slowly, rather lazily, about the rug, flexing her muscles—drawing
Impatient to begin, she cried: ‘Oh, play anything!” Shaking
her thin arms sinuously up over her head and lowering them, nsilg on tiptoe and swinging first one leg and then the other in a smooth, wide arc. She stood, next, with feet a little apart, lifted bt arms and bent very slowly backward until her hands touched t floor, then ran lightly on hands and feet in a circle as wide ® the rug.
Next Miss Brown turned a handspring, as neatly and lightly # the most expert acrobat; then another; then a rapid series. St laid a sheet of note-paper on the rug, stood on it, and threw 3 backward somersault, alighting squarely on the paper. She amust herself next with a few dance steps of an intricate pattern and rhythm. Walking to a point between the desk and the neale bookcase, she clasped her hands over her head, then raised a foot, nimbly picked up a pamphlet with her toes—and tum with an easy, sure balance, laid it on top of the bookcase. . -» From the matchbox on the other bookcase she drew out one mat between the large and the second toes—still with her hands clasped tightly over her head—and struck it on the stov lifted it before her face, blew it out and tossed it into the ca scuttle.
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prettily she had danced as a little girl. During a few delightful years, indeed, she had been a favorite at local entertainments, and at a charity kirmess had made a small sensation. They had put her name in the city papers. But she had grown plainer with the years. Poverty had come, and work. The sensitive- ness of a thin, shy child had hardened into a for- bidding self-consciousness. She was set that way now; she knew it, felt a perver- sity within her breast, an obliquity. That was a hard word, but inescap- able. For a maiden sense of propriety had grown and hardened too, with the years—the long years. She could never become recon- ciled to that wild strain in her breast. From a gift, it had grown monstrously in- to an indulgence, a habit, a passion, a possession. It was bitterly real—would have to be reckoned with until age should wither those fine steel muscles. Live with it she must. At times it terrified her.
For it was still growing monstrously. More and more frequently of recent years she had taken to ar- ranging afternoons off and slipping into Chicago to see dancing, any sort, graceful or eccentric. She slipped furtively into vaudeville houses. Even acrobats allured her; she found exquisite pleasure in the smooth flow of perfect- ly trained muscles and a thrill in breakneck feats.
Some day, she reflected, as she stared grimly at the redly glowing squares of mica in the stove door, they would find her out.
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with fright, hardly aware of what she was doing, she danced.
All this, apparently, by way of releasing any little muscular tensions and calming nerves worn by a long day in the routine of the Sunbury Public Library. She now started the talking machine playing Tchaikowsky’s “Marche Miniature,” and leaped into a dance. The steps were in a sense her own—a composite of bits she had seen done by this or that professional dancer, and steps remembered from childhood that had developed with the ripening of muscular control and balance.
There were occasional crudenesses in the transitions from step to step and posture to posture, but her quick intelligence and the amazingly alert activity of her quaint little body covered these, actually converted them into character and color. .... As her breath came more quickly and her bright cheeks and sparkling eyes told of the happiness she found in this perfect physical free- dom, her thin face took on a degree of elfin beauty... .. She danced a Strauss waltz, then one of the fox-trots her sister had complained of—this latter a grotesque, made up of bounding jerky steps and lightning spins and pirouettes.
Then for a time, wrapped in an old robe, Miss Brown sat Even her sister had forgotten how
autumn the Bat. ties fell on troubled ways. George C., with nevé more than a mediocre talent for business, now caught in the tangle of underproduction and general financial confusion that followed the war, when nation-wide unemployment succeeded an uncon trollable high-tide of wages, gave out. The pains in his side and back proved a symptom of acute kidney trouble. Finally the: carried him to a cot in the public ward of the Sunbury hospital His wife, complaining always, really worn to a shadow, struggled weakly against a rising wave of debt. Her sister Henriett, dipped into her slender savings-account to help with milkman ang grocer, and then took to selling her small Liberty Bonds, one b one, at a ten- to fifteen-percent loss. Life, it appeared, was closix in about them all, as life will.
With an intensity that seemed at times to be rising into fever of the nerves, Miss Brown sought relief in her secret outle During the long evenings she developed new steps and transitio Increasingly during the irritating daytime hours of endless deta she dwelt excitedly in her thoughts on the free hours ahead. One while looking for a novel by Henry James in an obscure corn of the book-stack, she forgot herself and was nearly caught piroue ting, by two high-school boys. This frightened her.
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Her sister sighed. “George always says that if I don't let them cry it out, we'll never have any discipline mere. .... What are you going to do?”
“Going out to the study.”
“I wish you’d stay and talk to me. Maybe you think it doesn’t get on my nerves too—with George staying in town this way, evenings, and all the worries. You know George isn’t him- self. He has those pains in his side. Sometimes I wonder what’s to become of us, with business in such a slump and everything. ... . What do you do out there, anyway—all alone? Some- times it seems as if we don’t know you at all.”
“You know I can’t work in here.”
“But if it’s work you're doing, why don’t we see results from it once in a while? And what kind of work needs a talking-machine playing fox- trots? Have you supposed, all these years, we couldn’t hear it—and wonder
a little? George has spoken of it, more than once. Seems to me that you re—”’
“You'd better go to bed, Mary,” said Miss Brown quietly. ‘You're evident- ly worn out. The music helps me with my work.”
“But how can you get any writing done, when your're all the time getting up to change needles and wind it? And it’s so late—a quarter to ten.”
“TI don’t care to discuss i said Miss Brown rather sharply; and she went out through the kitchen into the back yard.....
As the Batties had no automobile, Miss Brown had made over the small garage at the rear into a simple den, with a good board floor, desk and chair, bookcases, an old-fashioned round stove, a screened-off closet, and an inexpensive rug that was tacked to the floor..
She let herself in with a key, and bolted the door behind her, then made her familiar way through the dark to the desk and switched on the drop- light there. A soft radiance shone on the desk, with its neat piles of papers and reference books, and spread pleas- antly over the rug, leaving walls and ceiling in shadow. She moved about
drawing down the window-shades, and put a little coal on the fire. Opening a drawer, she took a pair of black- rimmed spectacles from a case and put them on. Next she sank into the desk-chair, drew toward her one of the piles of papers and fingered it.
But her eyes lifted to the cheap talking-machine that stood on a small table between the bookcases; then they strayed to the door—for a moment she seemed to be listening. A flush crept high on her thin cheeks. The nervous eyes burned with an inner fire. Her quick fingers tapped the desk. She spread out a few of the papers, looked intently at them, knitting her brows; then with a determined little shake of the shoulders, she replaced them on the pile and pushed that back to its place. The spectacles she restored to their case.
Then, more than ever flushed and bright of eye, pausing only to glance about at the window-shades, she disappeared behind the screen in the corner. Five minutes later she stepped deliberately out, attired in a light shirtwaist and gymnasium bloomers, her feet bare. And now it was evident that this little woman who knew nothing of smart ways or smart clothes, who was a nonentity on the street, had the divine gift of grace.
Once again she inspected the window-shades. Then she moved
slowly, rather lazily, about the rug, flexing her muscles—drawing
Impatient to begin, she cried: “‘Oh, play anything!” Shakng
her thin arms sinuously up over her head and lowering them, nsiif on tiptoe and swinging first one leg and then the other in a smooll, wide arc. She stood, next, with feet a little apart, lifted bt arms and bent very slowly backward until her hands touched t floor, then ran lightly on hands and feet in a circle as wide the rug.
Next Miss Brown turned a handspring, as neatly and lightly & the most expert acrobat; then another; then a rapid series. laid a sheet of note-paper on the rug, stood on it, and threw 4 backward somersault, alighting squarely on the paper. She amust herself next with a few dance steps of an intricate pattern a rhythm. Walking to a point between the desk and the neared bookcase, she clasped her hands over her head, then raised # foot, nimbly picked up a pamphlet with her toes—and tumilj with an easy, sure balance, laid it on top of the bookcase. . -»: From the matchbox on the other bookcase she drew out one mal between the large and the second toes—still with her hal clasped tightly over her head—and struck it on the stov lifted it before her face, blew it out and tossed it into the coal scuttle.
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prettily she had danced as a little girl, During a few delightful years, indeed, she had been a favorite at local entertainments, and at a charity kirmess had made a small sensation. They had put her name in the city papers. But she had grown plainer with the years. Poverty had come, and work. The sensitive- ness of a thin, shy child had hardened into a for- bidding self-consciousness. She was set that way now; she knew it, felt a perver- sity within her breast, an obliquity. That was a hard word, but inescap- able. For a maiden sense of propriety had grown and hardened too, with the years—the long years. She could never become recon- ciled to that wild strain in her breast. From a gift, it had grown monstrously in- to an indulgence, a habit, a passion, a possession. It was bitterly real—would have to be reckoned with until age should wither those fine steel muscles. Live with it she must. At times it terrified her.
For it was still growing monstrously. More and more frequently of recent years she had taken to ar- ranging afternoons off and slipping into Chicago to see dancing, any sort, graceful or eccentric. She slipped furtively into vaudeville houses. Even acrobats allured her; she found exquisite pleasure in the smooth flow of perfect- ly trained muscles and a thrill in breakneck feats.
Some day, she reflected, as she stared grimly at the redly glowing squares of mica in the stove door, they would find her out.
URING this
with fright, hardly aware of what she was doing, she danced.
All this, apparently, by way of releasing any little muscular tensions and calming nerves worn by a long day in the routine of the Sunbury Public Library. She now started the talking machine playing Tchaikowsky’s “Marche Miniature,” and leaped into a dance. The steps were in a sense her own—a composite of bits she had seen done by this or that professional dancer, and steps remembered from childhood that had developed with the ripening of muscular control and balance.
There were occasional crudenesses in the transitions from step to step and posture to posture, but her quick intelligence and the amazingly alert activity of her quaint little body covered these, actually converted them into character and color. .... As her breath came more quickly and her bright cheeks and sparkling eyes told of the happiness she found in this perfect physical free- dom, her thin face took on a degree of elfin beauty She danced a Strauss waltz, then one of the fox-trots her sister had complained of—this latter a grotesque, made up of bounding jerky steps and lightning spins and pirouettes.
Then for a time, wrapped in an old robe, Miss Brown sat moodily before the stove. Even her sister had forgotten how
autumn the Bat- ties fell on troubled ways. George C., with never’ more than a mediocre talent for business, now caught in the tangle of underproduction and general financial confusion that followed | the war, when nation-wide unemployment succeeded an uncon- trollable high-tide of wages, gave out. The pains in his side and‘ back proved a symptom of acute kidney trouble. Finally they- carried him to a cot in the public ward of the Sunbury hospital. His wife, complaining always, really worn to a shadow, struggled weakly against a rising wave of debt. Her sister Henrietta dipped into her slender savings-account to help with milkman and , grocer, and then took to selling her small Liberty Bonds, one by one, at a ten- to fifteen-percent loss. Life, it appeared, was closing in about them all, as life will.
With an intensity that seemed at times to be rising into a fever of the nerves, Miss Brown sought relief in her secret outlet. During the long evenings she developed new steps and transitions. Increasingly during the irritating daytime hours of endless detail she dwelt excitedly in her thoughts on the free hours ahead. Once, while looking for a novel by Henry James in an obscure corner of the book-stack, she forgot herself and was nearly caught pirouet- ting, by two high-school boys. This frightened her.
Pace 30
Late in October the incomparable Loupova appeared in Chicago. Miss Brown devoted her secret energies for weeks to planning an afternoon off. The result was an explosion in her life. Ona Wednesday!
URING the dancing, sitting alone in a front seat of the l gallery, her spirit soared to the heavens as the exquisite little dancer floated about and (it seemed) above the stage. To the soft lighting and the oddly beautiful Russian scenery, to the atmosphere of an exotically bewitching art, her starved nature opened and responded like that of an eager child. And like an eager child she lost her self-consciousness in an illusion that en- veloped her and illuminated all that was real in her curiously dual life. She found herself going, like one in a dream, up a littered alley and knocking at a stage door.
Dreamily persistent, asking and waiting and asking again, Miss Brown found herself at length in the presence of two men—men who were fat and rough, and wore their hats tipped back, and neglected to remove their cigars when they spoke. That they were rude to the borders of hostility seemed wonderfully not to matter.
She heard her own voice insisting on an opportunity to exhibit her skill. They had to consent. Otherwise she would have had to
-insist further. The thing couldn't stop now. It was Destiny. It was what life had been really about all these years. .... At half-past seven they would see her; here on the dim, wonderful stage!
She caught the five-forty out to Sunbury, threw her dancing costume into a handbag, and with a demure excuse to her self- absorbed sister, caught the six-thirty back to town.
For a miserable hour she waited about the stage door, but the men did not come: the doorman mercifully let her inside then; and still she waited.
From a shadowy corner she watched Loupova as that greatest of dancers exercised back-stage; and there Miss Brown listened to the rolling waves of applause that greeted the Russian beyond the wings.
Later the two men were there; she saw them, still smoking cigars; and without a self-conscious thought, carrying her handbag, she presented herself before them. It was arranged then, grudg- ingly, that she should dance after the performance. With a terrified thought of the latest train home, she fell in with this plan. She was given a dressing-room, where at once she prepared herself, and then, in an agony of desire for she knew not what, waited.
A languid young man sat at a piano. He couldn't play the “Marche Miniature.” Impatient to begin, she cried then: “Oh, ‘play anything—a waltz—a fox-trot!”’ And the fat men ex- changed glances.
Shaking with fright, she ventured on a few tentative steps. These stirred her confidence. She bent over, stretched her arms,
: picked and leaped; then, hardly aware of what she was doing, but in a fever to do it with all her might, she danced.
They talked excitedly afterward. The fatter man patted her shoulder. The languid pianist addressed her as “My dear!” The s'ender woman in the coat of real Russian who _ had applauded, proved to be Loupova herself.
“But just what is it you want?” asked the less fat man. “I can’t very well take you into my company.”
Miss Brown was silent. For the first time this evening she was uncomfortably aware of her unconventional costume.
“How about this?” It was the fatter man speaking. it transpired, a Mr. Gentle. “I can get you vaudeville bookings in a minute. I'll pay you well—what do you say to two hundred and a half?” .
“Two hundred and a half?”
“Two-fifty a week. And your railroad fares and hotel rooms. And a maid, if you want one. What’s your name?”
“Oh, I couldn’t tell you that! I—I don’t know that I could appear in public. I couldn’t let people see me—” Miss Brown was now in utter confusion.
“But what’s it all about, then? What did you come here for?’
“Perhaps—if I could wear a mask, or something of that sort— I couldn’t let them see my face. And if I could get away—”
Doubtless they thought her crazy. She weakly asked herself if she were. Her temples were hot. She felt that she must run
, Off, hide, scream. That last train to Sunbury—
sables,
He was,
N Saturday evening Mr. Jenkins looked in at the public library to see if the new shelves had been installed. Miss Brown, who had planned grimly to call at his home on Sunday, asked for a word with him.
The Garage of E'nchantmen
“I've been wondering how to tell you this, Mr. Jenkins—” gp began.
“Nothing unpleasant has happened, I trust,” said he with the composure that had apparently never been ruffled, looking dows at her with an impersonally gracious sort of kindness
“Oh, no, Mr. Jenkins! And now that Miss Wombast is bette it— You see, it has become necessary for me to earn more money And an unexpected chance has come to me, some interestiny traveling. It means a change. I’m afraid I—” F
“I’m sure we shall miss you very much, Miss Brown.” fe spoke with a courtly precision. “But if you feel that you wij better yourself by making the change, of course we would not wish to stand in your light. If you wish, I will give you a letter”
“Oh, no,” she cried, “I sha’n’t need a letter, thank you very much. It’s all arranged.”
To her sister, that evening, she explained:
“I’m going away tomorrow.”
“Going—away ?”
“Tt’s all right, my dear. You'll have George at home again soon. I have aggood position. For a while, until George gets back to work, I'll send some money every week.”
“But what on earth, Henrietta! You mean
“T decided not to consult with you. You've had enough
on your
mind.”
“But where are you going?”
“Traveling.”
“Where?”
“All around the country. You needn't get dramatic about it, It’s all right.”
“But what is the job?”
“Oh—secretary. And companion.”
“Who to? Henrietta, it seems to me—if you're
“Now, do be quiet. Do you think I’m not old enough to take care of myself? I appreciate the compliment.”
“But you haven't even told me who it is! Or where you'll be! Aren’t we even to have an address? It seems to me that you're
“Silly, I told you I would be traveling! Of course I'll send you addresses from time to time.”
“It sounds fishy to me, if you want to know—”
“Really, I don’t want to know!”
“But—who—is—this—woman ?”
Miss Brown swallowed down a lump that rose in her
thea “Tt’s—it’s Madame Loupova,” she said, and turned white “Madame Lou— What—who on earth?” “The Russian dancer. She’s really a very dignified person—a great artist.” IVE weeks later George C. Battie called up Mr. Elber- force Jenkins at his home on Lower Chestnut Avenue and asked if he might come to discuss an exceedingly important
matter.
George C. was thin and subdued after many weeks in hospital. His suit was worn to a smooth luster on elbows and back. He was the sort of insignificant figure you see occasionally on early and late suburban trains and promptly forget
“It’s about my sister-in-law, Miss Henrietta Brown,” explained this person, seated in Mr. Jenkins’ spacious living-room and light- ing one of Mr. Jenkins’ cigars without pausing to remove the gold-and-red band.
“Oh, indeed? No trouble, I exhibiting a mildly polite interest.
“T have come to you because there’s really no one else I can talk with—freely, that is. We need advice. My wife is beside herself with worry.”
“You are quite right in coming to me, Mr.—Battie
“And of course she worked so long in the library—”
George C. felt that he should get to the point more quickly. For Mr. Jenkins, despite his outer show of courtesy, did look slightly surprised. He was a swell, of course—very reserved Probably it was a mistake, rushing around here like this. If the wife hadn’t insisted, fairly goaded him— But there was no backing out now. Accordingly George C. plunged into his story.
“My sister-in-law gave up her work in the library last month, Mr. Jenkins—”
“Yes, I remember. She spoke to me. her go. I offered her a letter, but—”
“First, then, let me ask you—did she tell you what she was planning to do?”
“No, I believe she spoke of an unexpected opportunity that had come up. Some interesting traveling.”
“Exactly!” George C. spoke with a nervous emphasis, as one
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Indeed!” She—she even misled us.” “Really, you astonish me!”
“Really! “Fact!
“Don’t I, though!
more astonished if you yourself, Mr. Jenkins—” he hesitated.
were to tell you that she left us in the dark,
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Kansas City before that. “Indeed!” “Yes, of Sunday.”
We—my wife and I—couldn’t have been out the newspaper page.
“Miss Brown has always been so quiet and conscientious,” observed that gentle man somewhat hurriedly.
“Exactly! going to say. these years should—”
Mr. Jenkins interrupted him: disappeared?”
“Has she “Worse than that!” “No!”
“Yes!” George C. was beginning to en- joy the situation. “First I should tell you—you see, we never fully realized it until after the blow fell—but there has always been a side of Henrietta’s nature that we couldn’t quite get at. She was so quiet. And there was something queer about the evenings she spent in her study —locked in, mind you, with a_ talk- ing—”
“Have you any knowledge as to where she is now?”
“Yes. I’m getting at that. Her explana- tion was that she was going as secretary to the Russian dancer, Loupova. It sounded pretty fishy to us—”
“She would make an excellent secre- tary,” mused Mr. Jenkins. “That sort of steady, unimagina- tive person, accurate in small matters—”’
“It’s the only thing she could do, with her training. Apparently she’s been trying to write for ten years, without the slightest visible re- sult. Well, she’s been very good about it in one way. My—my own affairs have had something. of a set- back—through a seri- ous illness—”
‘I'm sure I’m sorry to hear that.”
“And—this is rather personal; you wont mention it? sent money to her sister every week that it’s been rather difficult for us to—”
The problem, of course, can have no such serious aspect as it might have if she were an attractive and impression-
“Hm’m!
able young woman.” “Well—hm’m!”
breast pocket.
: George C. compressed his lips. this before you.” He drew a folded page of a newspaper from a “Every week she has written us her address for the following week—but always ‘General Delivery’ in a new city.
That’s what I was just If you yourself, after all of conservative
living,
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s himself in the center of a stirring drama. “Now, what You can’t blame us for thinking it queer. For instance, she was in Minneapolis last week, and St. Paul the week before, and This week she’s in Milwaukee.”
It’s from the New York Times George C., not without a spacious gesture, spread “Dramatic sheet. the merest chance—I was sitting in a hotel lobby this noon and found it lying in the next chair.” He ran a thin finger down
I happened on it by
column of advertisements.
‘Just cast your eye on that!”
Mr. Jenkins read aloud as fol-
lows:
“‘Manhaccan Opera House— Thirty-fourth Street between Seventh and Eighth avenues. Sec- ond triumphal month —Madame Loupova and her original com- plete Russian _ bal- let!’ ”
wi “Well!” cried the dignified Mr. Jenkins, nearly forgetting his perfect suburban composure. “Well!”
“You get it, don’t you?” George C. was saying, ex- citedly. “Loupova’s been right there in New York! Henrietta’s been fifteen hun- dred miles away from her, shooting all over the place! Now, I ask you, what does that do to Henrietta’s little story.”
‘*Tt’s most surprising,” mused Mr. Jenkins. “Really astonishing! Just what did you wish me to do about it, Mr. Battie?”
“Well—it’s a little hard to say; but you see, here are you and I, the only men who’ve had any interest in her. You were, in a way, her employer. There’s no tell- ing what kind of scrape she’s got herself into—”
Mr. Jenkins brought a firm hand down on the arm of his chair.
“The simple thing is to go right up there to Milwaukee and find her.”
“Yes. That’s the thing!”
“Then if you can take to- morrow off, I should be glad to drive you up there. We will see what we can do.”
N his account to his wife of the really ° dramatic little scene in the
impressive mansion on Lower Chestnut Avenue, George C. found himself making more of an impression on the tired little woman than for a number of years preceding. It seemed almost to give him a standing. He was glad that he had gone. In fact, it seemed now to have been his idea from the first.
She has so much money, indeed,
awhile and watch.” “Let me lay
No Miss Henrietta Brown was registered or known at any of the principal hotels of Milwaukee. dow in the central post office no information could be had.
“What it comes down to,” said Mr. Jenkins finally as they sat over a late luncheon, “is to stay down there in the post office
At the General Delivery win-
A difficulty was that George C., who had no fur coat, had felt the cold during the long ride up, and was now sneezing. Mr. Jenkins sent him home on an afternoon train; and being a man accustomed to putting things through, (Continued on page 102)
By HAROLD TITUS
Illustrated by WILLIAM MEADE PRINCE
HE only thing left to Holy Joe Jessup was his belief that things would come out all right. Perhaps it would be better to set it down thus: The great thing that Holy Joe Jessup possessed was his belief that things would come out all right. Surely, this would have been Joe’s own manner of emphasis. An observer would be inclined toward the former, however, be- ‘ cause of the low tide to which Holy Joe’s fortunes had ebbed. One thing after another had been taken from him—his son, his trade, his boat, his strength, his ability to labor even enough for his own meager sustenance, his hope—the latter, at least, in so far as sufficient foundation for hope went. To those who knew him and
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THE FAITH OF HOLY JOE
He floated beside the stick all night, knowing that everything would come out all right if he just had patience.
watched him crawling about Charlevoix, kept alive by charity, and physically helpless to continue sailing,—the only productive effort of which he had ever been capable,—it seemed as if this great faith in the final goodness of things were a negligible possession. Yet to Joe it was not; it was all that really mattered!
Not, of course, that Joe’s misfortunes had failed to impress him! He had suffered much and had every reason to abandon his opt mism; but faith is not founded on reason alone, and despite
the fact that the balance-sheet of his life had been written almost entirely in red, Joe’s belief in the last rightness of Providence was as firm as it ever had been.
The name—Holy Joe—has a mouth-filling sound and sug- gests a mighty, fiery man, a crusader and a valiant combatant of evil. But actually Joe was very mild, as mild in manner as his gray eyes, and his devotions did not quite take an orthodox course. He was seldom seen in church; he rarely spoke of the more obvious phases of his belief; he was never known to rebuke a man for sinning; but on the other hand, he never cursed, never lied and never did an unkind
or an unfair act.
To his faith he made but one qualification: to expect kindness from the Almighty, a man must do the right thing himself. This, then, is the tale of how Joe was tempted to do the wrong thing, tempted until it was all that his old heart could withstand.
The name of Holy Joe followed the man to the Great Lakes from salt water, where he had sailed before the mast when a mere lad. It had been given him for his unswerving belief in the eternal rightness of an individual’s fate, if the person only plays fair with the Power that rules his destiny—for that and his mildness, his moderation and his reverence.
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The Faith of Holy Joe
that faith. When in the Silver Cross he watched her rigging
ied away and her hulk battered by the furies off the Horn, ood the crew set about stepping a jury-rig to get back the fourteen hu ired miles to Valparaiso for repairs, Joe was the only one who etleved everything would turn out all right. And it did. Again, when at the end of the first dog-watch on the Polar Star he went out to readjust a misplaced whisker-boom, and a faulty eye-bolt let him down into the Mediterranean, he floated beside the stick all that night and until the sun had been up a good two hours while his ship searched for him, knowing that everything would come out all right if he just kept patience. It did. Another time, when the awkward steam-and-sail Maid of Orleans (Liver- pool to Boston) was driven far to the northward, her fires drowned, her foremast carried away. by the weight of ice upon it, Joe kept the frozen, starved, waterless crew on the job while they worked her into Halifax. He was sure “it would come out all right,” even when the older men proved by the soundings in her hold that the ship could not last. Joe waved aside their argu- ments and—one of his rare references to Scriptures—cited the truth that the Lord helps those who help themselves and kept them going until they did make Halifax—just. She went down before they could tie her up; so the skeptics were right after all; but Joe had been right, no less, and that satisfied him.
Joe had never had much luck, but it seemed that when he came to fresh water even the little luck that had kept him tolerably satisfed and had enabled him to retain with ease his faith in Providence, deserted him.
As happens frequently, it was a woman.
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He was in Quebec
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waiting to sign on when he met Anne Guimont, who was from Buffalo, visiting a cousin. Joe did not go to sea again, but married Anne and went with her to Buffalo; where he shipped on a lumber schooner and set up a modest home ashore and was heckled sadly by his wife, who turned out to be a shrew of remarkable shrewishness. But Joe knew that it would turn out all right; and it did, for a son was born. Anne died two years later, quickly and painlessly, and Joe was honestly relieved, for he felt that she had never been happy in this world. Moreover he was sure that little Charley never would have been happy with her; neither would Holy Joe have been happy himself.
Fatherhood spurred Joe’s ambitions. From his frugality he managed to save a little money above the expenses of his boy on shore, and when Charley was fourteen, Holy Joe bought a little windjammer and the twain came into lower Lake Michigan (which, as you look at a map, is upper Lake Michigan) and began wild- catting around for a living and happiness. i
Holy Joe set great store by Charley. He was “getting on” himself and would not be able to sail much longer; he dreamed of giving his boy a start and living ashore before long in a cottage with the wife and children Charley would likely have. Charley, however, was frankly no good—decidedly no good. Joe did not shrink from realization of this when it was finally forced upon him, but he did refuse to blame the boy, because he knew the short- comings were the heritage from a truculent mother, and besides, he was confident that Charley would turn out all right if he— Joe—only did the right thing by him, which was to have patience and faith, to help the boy succeed
“Why, you old liar, I don’t believe you have enough to eat.”
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And for six long years Holy Joe had patience and faith. The boy was bright and capable, but in him was a stupid streak which would not let him assume ordinary importance in the eyes of people whose judgment was sound; and when, just turned twenty,
he declared that he was through with that sort of thing and set °
out for Detroit and a factory job, his father was forced to sum- mon all the faith in his aging heart to believe in Charley.
ONELINESS after the boy’s departure was extreme. Holy
Joe kept on sailing the old Flora Belle, which looked more like the gable of a house than a schooner, losing money with every trading venture and losing cargoes for those who trusted him to transport them; but when the few people who had sympathy for him tried to show it, he only declared that his luck had been a little bad, but that it was bound to turn sooner or later and come out all right in the end
At first Joe had an occasional letter from Charley and heard rumors of him. The boy, it was reported, was drinking con- siderably, which worried his father a great deal. He did the right thing, however, and helped vote Michigan dry and had the satis- faction that came from thinking that now Charley would not be tempted. When, later, the nation outlawed alcohol, he rejoiced to think that he had helped pave the way for what was, to him, a glorious event.
It was during the third summer of his loneliness that temptation made its strident first entry into Joe’s life. He had been tempted before, of course, but never strongly. He was losing strength; it was more difficult nowadays to keep going; helplessness and want were always at his side. He was sailing the Flora Belle alone (he was much of the time alone now, because it saved the expense of a helper) from Grand Traverse Bay to Petoskey, and just off Fisherman Island was becalmed. He sat on the one hatch, staring out into the crimson sunset, remembering that unless he could make Petoskey before morning, the cargo which he was after would be turned over to another, when a floating object some distance out in the lake attracted him. It looked like a cask, and for want of something better to do, Joe went out in the skiff to investigate.
It was a barrel, floating low, and filled with something. Joe sculled up to it and perceived stenciled lettering on the head. He stooped and in the late sunlight read:
Haines Distillery. Old Rooster.
Besides, there were serial numbers and symbols which he did not understand. He rolled the cask over and over in the water. Not a sign of its having been opened; and tales that he had heard of deckhands on steamboats selling liquor at fabulous prices recurred to his puzzled brain.
This was a barrel of whisky A barrel of whisky!
As he stood there in his skiff, the words assumed alarming im- portance. A barrel of whisky!
Joe sat down weakly. A single barrel of whisky like this was worth the total value of the Flora Belle!
The thought processes which followed in Holy Joe’s mind were strange indeed. Never before had he deliberately fooled himself, but now he did. He hated whisky, in his mild way. Had he not voted it out of Michigan? Had not his heart lifted in thanks- giving when the nation “went dry?”
And yet instead of knocking in the head or even letting the barrel drift aimlessly on, Joe towed it ashore. He carried driftwood and built a track and worked the barrel up into some bushes. Afterward he was careful to let the branches fall naturally into place. He scattered the poles that had aided him and stood, the task accomplished, panting under the first stars. Then he turned back to his skiff.
“Now, nobody’ll be tempted by the stuff!” he muttered.
Ah, no one but Holy Joe!
He did not go back to the cache. Next day, still becalmed, with his prospective cargo surely transferred by now to another, he reasoned that he had just landed the whisky for want of something better to do, and that he would never return to it.
That afternoon he got under way again and spent a week look- ing for such service as his schooner might render. That was his life nowadays. Then, with October, came a snow-laden gale which smothered him as he passed White Shoals Light and later put the Flora Belle on the rocks to the south of Hog Island, where she smashed to matchwood in an hour. Holy Joe managed to get himself ashore, but his right ankle was broken, and he was almost dead when fishermen from St. James saw his shirt hoisted
The Faith of Holpyy
for a distress signal. When they proclaimed their am his still being alive, Joe said that was not remarkable; fy had faith that everything would turn out all right. And thing did.
So, boat gone, vigor gone, his foot in a cast, he sat th that long, cold winter in Charlevoix with his optimism almost
‘ only company. Charley, advised of this ill fortune, sent him
money, and this made the old man very happy indeed; byt the money stopped coming, and as the months sped on and heg to listen with less skepticism to the doctor’s pronouncement i his foot would never be the same, a melancholy came tg place in his eyes. Though it never reached his voice or his ¢ scious thought, it was there, making itself secure, undermig his faith, biding that time when it could batter down the lag buttress of his belief in the reward of right-doing, and makeg him a crabbed, protesting old man.
People were sorry for Holy Joe. Dan Hogan, the boat-builde for one, found a place for him above his shop where there way; cot and a stove. Mrs. Hogan saw that the old fellow did not way for food, and when spring came and the epidemic of ‘long-shgp thieving cemmenced, Dan paid Holy Joe three dollars a weg to sleep days and sit up nights to see that the fittings of yaghy and power-boats at his anchorage were not disturbed. Thy the old man, after a manner, became again self-supporting, least, so he assured Dan, with the further commentary that} knew things would turn out all right. ‘
The thieving that summer was actual and persistent and@ consequence. Furthermore, people were satisfied as to the i of the individual, but the one they suspected, Tommy Blue, wm as slippery a thief as ever coveted his neighbor’s property. Tommy had been about the lakes all his life, working at many things, bi always suspected of being light-fingered—dogged forever by sherilis and underwriters, but always bland and plausible. He ownedg heavy gasoline boat of the cabin-cruiser type which could lig in any sea and in which he would disappear for days at a time but always coming back close-mouthed and smiling and friendly, Later it would be discovered that quantities of brass were missing from the machinery of some boat aground, or some other loss by theft of marine property would be reported. He would be watched and followed but never could anything be laid directly on bis door-step.
It was when Tommy first came to gossip with Holy Joe that Hogan made arrangements to keep that optimistic old eye open during darkness. Now, it may have been that Tommy Blue did have designs on the craft about Hogan’s place, and again he may have come for a more worthy reason, because he kept om coming and would often sit the whole night out with Joe, talking, talking, talking. It tended to make the old man much more light hearted than he had been when he sat there all by himself, trying to keep from brooding over his poverty and Charley’s indifference and his own helplessness. Also, Tommy never made a crooked move.
ghey came thus to be almost cronies, for Tommy did not treat Holy Joe as other young men did; he asked him serious questions and flattered him; also Tommy went so far as to divulge his part in some transactions which were beyond the law, telling of his thieving pals and of how they had stuck together, all of which convinced Joe that while he was an unscrupulous young man where property wes concerned, there was one thing he held sacred—friendship.
NE night when the moon was loafing down into the west and the boats at anchor were all shimmering with dew, Tommy fell to talking of money-making.
“You know, Joe,” he said, “if a hand could only get hold of some real good whisky—”’
Holy Joe started as if something had broken inside him, as if something that had been walled up and put away and consciously forgotten had been suddenly loosed. Did Tommy know of that barrel? Did he suspect? Surely not. Impossible!
“These here resorters are going round with their tongues hangin’ out and all sunburned,” Tommy confided. “A man could get anything he asked for good whisky. He’d get rich in a W he would.”
“But it’s ag’in’ the law, Tommy,” Joe protested.
The boy nodded in affirmation.
“Sure, but—”
“And whisky makes lots of misery, too,” the old man pursued.
“But there’s money in it!” was Tommy’s rejoinder.
And his smile was so boyish, so frank, that Holy Joe under- stood of a sudden that Tommy was not really immoral, but only unhampered by any sense of right or wrong. That was all.
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Thus the temptation that had been subtly planted in the old man’s heart that evening in the Flora Belle came again to vigorous life. He had made his first misstep when he hid that barrel, and it was difficult to turn back. Never before had he given the tempter a single tentacle-hold, but once Joe had refused to put him de- cisively behind, the old man was in for trouble.
Joe brought the subject up himself the next evening, casually, as though he had just thought of it.
“How much could a man get for whisky, Tommy?”
“Oh, any old boot-leg stuff brings ten or twelve dollars now.”
“A gallon?”
“A quart!”
Joe drew a deep sigh and started to calculate. Ten dollars a quart, four quarts to a gallon; that makes forty dollars. The barrel must—
“But these folks don’t want boot-leg stuff,’ Tommy went on. “They'd pay more for good stuff, you bet!”
It took time and courage for Joe to speak again, because he was making up his mind to ask:
“But some good whisky, like— Aint Old Rooster good stuff?”
“Holy Smoke, Joe!” gasped Tommy. “Old Rooster? Why— but of course, there aint any of that now.”
Joe was leaning forward, and his breath came shorter than ever.
“But if you did have it?”
Tommy squinted and deliberated.
“Now, the last Old Rooster I sold,” he began in unconscious confession, “cost me seven dollars, and I got twelve for it.” Joe sat back with a little whimper which Tommy Blue did not appear to notice. ‘Now you couldn’t buy it, but if I had it here, I'd say I could tire out a strong boy just passin’ it over to the needy at twenty-five dollars a quart. You know, Joe—” he went on. But Joe was not listening.
Twenty-five dollars a quart! Four quarts to a gallon; a hun- dred dollars a gallon. A fifty-gallon barrel... . . He swallowed weakly. Five thousand dollars? No, that couldn’t be! Four quarts to a gallon; a hundred—
“But it wouldn’t be right, Tommy.” He interrupted both his companion and himself. “It wouldn’t be right, nohow, no matter how much a man needed the money!”
The next forenoon as Joe slept, he dreamed of being smothered under five thousand dishonest dollars. He awoke at noon and combed his fringe of hair and sparse whiskers and wished that Charley were back, living with him. He smiled wistfully as he recalled how excited he had been the night before over a thing which could not possibly be done, because it was wrong.
OW, it happened that Dan Hogan owned a heavy old catboat which was seldom used; and toward the end ot that week Joe remarked that he would like to sail her. He hadn’t been on the water since fall, and it would do him good. Whereupon Dan enthusiastically urged him to sail as long and as often as he wanted to, because only that morning his wife had said that the old man looked
feeble and seemed to have lost Dan,
some of his cheerfulness. looking closely at his watchman, later agreed that she had been right.
So Holy Joe sailed through the piers into the lake and headed for North Point. The slight roll, the purr of water at the bow, lulled him; and for a time he thought he was happy. But some- thing deep in his heart was evading, was impelling him to act contrary to his avowed intention of a mere little sail, and when he came about on the other tack, he was clearing South Point and standing down the shore toward Fisherman Island, knowing that the place had been his destination all along.....
The barrel was there. He thumped it
Joe pulled over toward the barrel.
The Faith of Hal
and got down on his creaking knees and read the lettering head again. That was all, save that when he started back; harbor, he let himself dream of what he might do with fiyg, sand dollars. It did not hurt to dream, did it? be tempted to sell the stuff—never!
But after he had passed the spar-buoy and let out his » go in before the breeze, tears dimmed the old eyes, and a «i from his sunken chest. ;
“I wisht,” he said aloud, “I wisht Charley was here~ay things would hurry up about comin’ out all right!”
Tommy Blue was gone a week, leaving mysteriously. cp, back casually, but his eyes on his return had a twinkle of ach ment, and his manner was more kindly than ever
“How in hell, Joe, do you get along?” he asked the firs; he revisited the old man.
“Oh, I get along. Things is high. I’ve tried to save q jy each week for my doctor-bill, but I had to buy pants an’ a¢ an’ groceries costs somethin’ awful.”
“Why, you old liar, I don’t believe you have enough to
“Oh, yes, I do. I don't need much. Of course, I don't ay have enough,”—Joe could not even evade telling the truth—4 I get along. ‘Sides, things are goin’ to come out all right.”
Tommy tried to force money on him, but Joe would not acca! In the first place, he had some measure of pride left; and anyhy it was not honest money that Tommy proffered, he reasoned; himself, and.no good could come to any man who accepted j
“T’'ll get along,” he repeated. ‘“Charley’ll be back afte spell. He'll get tired of the city an’ come up here an’ take g of me. He's a good boy at heart.”
And anyone looking into Tommy Blue’s face just then ¢ have forgiven him all manner of thievery, because there wer pity, a sympathy and an understanding in his expression t atoned for all his sins.
Holy Joe had admitted a truth. There were days when he & not have enough to eat. He could always manage to live, of cour could always catch perch in the harbor, and now and then Ms Hogan gave him things; but for a time she had been away aj would be gone another month; she and her husband did not kno that out of his weekly income of three dollars Joe was trying! pay his doctor-bill, or that he needed clothes and that there wer days when he was hungry. Not very hungry, he told himself, by with a good appetite—and faith that it would be satisfied tomorror
There were times when he went to the grocery store to spent his pennies and dimes when his eyes watered in hopelessness « his mouth watered in craving. He had had to forgo tea weeks ago and now sugar was beyond his reach. He longed for bacon, to but had been unable to buy any for months.
And: Five thousand dollars! Five thousand dollars!
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the rest of his years in comfort Maybe it would brig Charley home to live with him.
But then, Charley was coming out all right anyhow— and things were bound to change.
They did—but not for the bet- ter.
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Holy,
If you have not
already begun this most original American novel,
By NALBRO BARTLEY,
do so, here and now, by all means. You'll recognize the people in—
FAIR TO MIDDLING
by EDWARD RYAN
Illustrated
The story so far:
ARTIN REID and his orphaned cousin Dare Willoughby were brought up by his patrician mother after her own aristocratic ideas. And both of them failed her. Martin (who had made money with his pickle-factory), married pretty Fanny Doyle, a girl very much of the people, and took her to Europe so that she might “get culture,” screened by distance from Madam Reid and their friends. Dare Willoughby must needs find her fate in Amos Larkin, a young man embittered by childhood poverty and at odds with the world. Larkin took her and her ten-thousand-dollar inheritance to the town of Brunswick and there undertook the manufacture and sale of a patent medicine. Dare lived in a tiny apartment, filled pill-boxes in the kitchen and listened patiently to Amos’ com- plaints of the world’s unkindness to him. Finally he gave up the patent medicine venture and Dare financed a removal to Texas; an oil-boom had excited Amos. In the little frontier oil-town, Larkin had no better success, but Dare continued to struggle along somehow, aided by the rough friendliness of her neighbors —Jimmie Dixon, whose husband (‘“‘mikado,” she called him) was a ne’er-do-well; the crazy, kindly “emperor” Horton; “Sam” Owen, a woman peddler disguised as a man; the Slacks, who ran a saloon; and others. They called Dare Ladyfingers; and when her child was born, they christened the baby Little Ladyfingers. Meanwhile Martin and Fanny, after a Riviera honeymoon, re- turned to assume the pleasures and privileges of Martin’s wealth in America. Shortly afterward Madam Reid died.
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CHAPTER VIII
hoped and believed it would. Her child was strangely indifferent to life, a frail little thing with great blue eyes.. The camp reverenced her as a mascot. Little Ladyfingers they named her—but now the name intimated nothin of the contempt which Mrs. Slack had felt when rechristeni Dare as Ladyfingers.
The Slacks crocheted hideous garments for Little Ladyfinger: and when Dare apathetically sat with her in her arms by the houg hardly seeming to realize that she was a flesh-and-blcod child they held an indignation meeting and “wished Mis’ Larkin woul kindly know she had a real young un and not a china doll dresse up in Eastern finery.”
It happened that Little Ladyfingers was the only baby in cam at that time. The Emperor Horton gave her the title of th Honorable Dare Larkin and assured Amos that when Hangtoy realized it was an empire and its rightful ruler was placed on throne, the Honorable Dare Larkin would marry a prince cons¢ and receive a dowry of many thousands of dollars. The old m used to sing to the baby and push her about in the secondha perambulator that had been resurrected by Talking Tom. i “Sam” Owen returned from her dirty-plate route, she alw brought some trifle for Little Ladyfingers. Amos regarded child with a sort of reverence. He never passed her cradle tha did not pause to smile at her. That she was tiny and wrinkled frail never occurred to him—to him she was the loveliest yo
Di -motherhood did not assert itself as she had
Pace 36
Thus the temptation that had been subtly planted in the old man’s heart that evening in the Flora Belle came again to vigorous life. He had made his first misstep when he hid that barrel, and it was difficult to turn back. Never before had he given the tempter a single tentacle-hold, but once Joe had refused to put him de- cisively behind, the old man was in for trouble.
Joe brought the subject up himself the next evening, casually, as though he had just thought of it.
“How much could a man get for whisky, Tommy?”
“Oh, any old boot-leg stuff brings ten or twelve dollars now.”
“A gallon?”
“A quart!”
Joe drew a deep sigh and started to calculate. quart, four quarts to a gallon; that makes forty barrel must—
“But these folks don’t want boot-leg stuff,” “They'd pay more for good stuff, you bet!”
It took time and courage for Joe to speak again, because he was making up his mind to ask:
“But some good whisky, like—
“Holy Smoke, Joe!” gasped Tommy. “Old Rooster? but of course, there aint any of that now.”
Joe was leaning forward, and his breath came shorter than ever.
“But if you did have it?”
Tommy squinted and deliberated.
“Now, the last Old Rooster I sold,” he began in unconscious confession, “cost me seven dollars, and I got twelve for it.” Joe sat back with a little whimper which Tommy Blue did not appear to notice. “Now you couldn’t buy it, but if I had it here, I’d say I could tire out a strong boy just passin’ it over to the needy at twenty-five dollars a quart. You know, Joe—” he went on. But Joe was not listening.
Twenty-five dollars a quart! Four quarts to a gallon; a hun- dred dollars a gallon. A fifty-gallon barrel... .. He swallowed weakly. Five thousand dollars? No, that couldn’t be! Four quarts to a gallon; a hundred—
“But it wouldn’t be right, Tommy.” He interrupted both his companion and himself. “It wouldn’t be right, nohow, no matter how much a man needed the money!”
The next forenoon as Joe slept, he dreamed of being smothered under five thousand dishonest dollars. He awoke at noon and combed his fringe of hair and sparse whiskers and wished that Charley were back, living with him. He smiled wistfully as he recalled how excited he had been the night before over a thing which could not possibly be done, because it was wrong.
Ten dollars a dollars. The
Tommy went on.
Why—
OW, it happened that Dan Hogan owned a heavy old catboat