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Telephone Web ster 1352. LODGE DIRECTORY Keystone Lodge. No. 4. K. of P , Omaha, Neb. Meetings first and third Thursdays of each month M. H. Hazzard. C. C.; J. H Glover. K. of R. and S. Cuming Rug Cleaning & Mfg. Co. Vacuum Cleaning, Renovating and Alterations. 2419 Cuming. Phone Red 4122 M. ROSENBERG, Groceries and Meats 2706 Cuming Harney 266C Ask the grocer, merchant, etc., with whom you trade: “Do* you advertise in our paper, The Monitor?” W ANTED A POSITION As clerk in a general merchandising or gents’ furnishing store. I am a Colored man, aged 36, am now em ployed in general store. Can give good references. Address Monitor. Smoke John Ruskin 6c Cigar. Big ir«st and Best.—Adv. •xx-xx-x-x-x-x-x-m-xx-X":":": | | V j A 3 !* i V ; X i % 4 The Balancer of The Universe A Drama of the Race Conflict in Four Acts by B. Harrison Peyton CHARACTERS Mauricio Crispin, a dancer from the Argentine, age 25 years. La Corusca, Senora Crispin, his Ar gentine mother, age 42. Agnes, their American guest and dancing pupil, age 22. Mrs. Vincent Widener, a woman I journalist, age 35. Period: Present. Place: Provl dencia, a city on the Pacific coast. (Continued from Last Week.) ACT IV. SCENE II. "The Strength of the Eternal Laws." Corusca: Valgame Dios! Mauri cio, muchacho mio, really one would take you to be the victim of a loath some melancholy that had fallen upon ; you like a vampire and drained the flow of spirits down to the bottom most dregs of despair! In the name of youth and jocundity, I say, be gone with blue devils of despondency! Crispin: Madre! Ah, madre! I don’t know whether you’d cal! her a vampire or some delusive spirit of darkness and the earthly air! Madre! I only know ’twas as though, bear ing the guise of an angel, possessing all the ravishments of a siren, she captivated me with enchanting prom ises of milk and honey love, and the moment I trusted myself to her mercy, night flailed the breath out of me | with enfolding pinions, and left me daed and broken by the blows! Corusca: Heaven save us! Mauri cio! Mauricio! you speak so like a soul in delirium! Oh! surely it can’t be against Senorita Agnes, muchacho querido, you utter such words of bit ter anguish! Crispin: Senorita Agnes? Madre, the senorita’s gone to her room. Corusca: I’ve a telegram for her; that’s what Andrew wanted me for. Crispin: I suppose from—from her father? Corusca: Yes; it’s so dreadful to think what may be its import. But, Mauricio, if not against Senorita Agnes, against whom were you de claring so wild a grievance? Crispin: Twas rather of Dame Fortune I was complaining, madre. Corusca: And why do you com plain of fortune, Mauricio? Crispin: You know, madre, she hasn’t been dealing overkindly with me of late. I’ve been thinking of Shadow City, the panic and poor An thony. Corusca: What! are you still brooding over that? Hijo querido, you mustn’t! Crispin: Ah! madre, the ways of Providence to its ends are so devious, so hard, so incalculable! Why does death so often despoil us of the in nocent and leave the guilty? Corusca: Death’s a righteous pow er exercised of heaven, Mauricio; the Most High Master’s wisdom and jus tice are infinite, but we’ve only a mortal understanding of them. Crispin: Yes, madre; but I re member once reading a poem of which the substance was: Not to the swift nor to the strong I The battles of the right belong; For he who strikes for freedom wears; The armor of the captive’s prayers, And nature proffers to his cause The strength of her eternal laws. ; While he whose aim essays to bind. | And herd with common brutes, his kind, ■ Strives evermore at fearful odds With nature and the jealous gods, And dares that dread recoil which late. Or soon, their right shall vindicate! • (END SCENE II.) _ ACT. IV. SCENE III. Poor Dear Little Godfrey. Corusca: Of course, Mauricio querido, there’s truly a retributive justice; but it’s the Lord’s own, and He makes time itself avenger of the | wrongs we suffer. Crispin: But why was Anthony skilled? Why should Whiteside have I escaped—at the avenging hour—of panic ? Corusca: Mauricio, were vou in Whiteside’s place, would you prefer the peaceful ministry of death, or to live to suffer the terrors of remorse, : as ’twere, with your eyes ever turned inward on the condemning blackness i of your own soul ? With the accusa | tion of stupendous murder contin | uously resounding in the beat of your guilty heart? Mauricio, to live in the j torment of fancying that God alone j knows how many fellow-mortals are pointing the finger of reprobation at vou, marking you the infamous Ne gro-hater who made them motherless, j or fatherless, or brought untimely death upon a sister or brother, a son or a daughter, a husband or a wife? And more terrible than all, to live with your every footstep seeming to creak out at you wherever you go, that ’twas your bloody hand which all • bv.t crushed out the innocent life of jour okh dear child? Oh, Mauricio! to live—to live—with—! Agnes: Gracious heavens! Senora Crispin! Corusca: Oh, senorita, I’ve been awaiting jou. Here’s a telegram foi j'ou, and if our worst fears have come to pass, I praj' j’ou— Agnes: Thank j'ou, senora. I’ll endeavor to bear up bravely, Corusca: Just as though she be stricken stoneblind! Look, Mauricio! Crispin: Madre, her little brother, Godfrej- died this morning, fancying he saw her and me dancing la Malag uena! Go, madre, speak to her! Corusca: Querida nina, oh! but I know what a severe blow this is to you! My heart bleeds in sj'mpathy with j'ours, but. my sore-smitten in nocent, we’ll remember the angel of commiseration’s ever watching ovel us wretched humans. Crispin: Try to comfort her. madre, do! Whj' not take her to your study where she can have for a while the quiet and seclusion which becomes hei grief? Corusca: Yes, come with me, 0 you poor, poor storm-bowed heart! I’ll tell j'ou of mj* two friends who each lost a dearly beloved relative in the great panic. One’s a young mother who was bereaved of a young daughter; the other a girl of tender years whose elder brother, the idol of her worship, was brought to her mangled and coffined. Oh! with what wonderful fortitude and faith in God thej' bore their grief! And when our Anthony was killed, I too— Crispin: “Plucked from the mem ory the rooted sorrow!” Great Lord who delivered Daniel! it’s that—or may I never draw breath again! (END SCENE III.) ACT IV. SCENE IV. “God Within the Shadow.” Crispin: Ah, madre! Did she swoon? Can I serve her, madre, in any way? Corusca: No, Mauricio; she’s like one stunned just now, and has shed scarcely a single tear. Oh! we feel so utterly powerless before the stroke of death! Does the telegram say any thing about the funeral, Mauricio? Crispin: No; but listen, madre. (Reading the telegram aloud): Miss Agnes Gorland, La Corusca Dancing Academy, Providencia, Cal. Dear Agnes: Our Godfrey passed away shortly after eleven this morn ing. Had vision at the last; fancied he saw you and Mauricio Crispin per forming la Malaguena. When this reaches you, shall have already plucked from memory looted sorrow. Remember promise made in letter. Don’t worry chum. Mrs. W'idener will be kind to you. Goodby, goodby! Your Father. Corusca: “Plucked from the mem ory the rooted sorrow!” What per fectly grand resolution! It isn’t like Iv the poor dear could arrive home in time for the funeral; yet it’s so good she may remain a while longer, at least until she has partly recovered her strength. It’s such an overwhelm ing blow! Crispin: Madre, did she prefer to lie left alone? Corusca: She threw herself pros trate on t’-e couch; only once did she speak, Mauricio; that was when she iiegged me to come and tell you that pinned on the inside of your cloak there’s letter for you, and ’twill ex plain what poor dear little Godfrey’s death has meant to her father. Ah! it’s the one she received this afternoon from Senor Gorland! She wishes you to read it. Crispin: “Will pluck from the memory the rooted sorrow!” Yes, the letter mentioned in the telegram. It’s pre-precisely as I thought! ( Tap ping letter): But, madre, you wish to hear this? Corusca: Mauricio, I somehow think Senorita Agnes intended I should, and used it as a pretext to keep me from longer obtruding on her grief. Crispin: At any rate, you must inevitably come to know everything sooner or later. I’ll read you the letter. My Beloved Daughter: There has occurred a change for the worse. I fear the doctors have begun to despair of saving our Baby Sunbeam for us. Agnes dear, you must come home to him without fur ther delay, by the earliest fast train. 'Twill be very likely simply a race with that swift-winged angel that cairies us mortals beyond this life. Come Agnes, come! What was it that drove me to have a fling at that Nigger, Bell, that eve ning? Yet the Nigger struck me— Agnes, me! That cursed Nigger— you saw him strike me, Agnes! And now God Almighty! there are lines from Shakespeare for ever blazing and thundering in my wretched head! "Canst thou not minister to a mind deceased, Pluck from the memory the rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet, oblivious anti dote, Cleanse the foul bosom of that peril ous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?” Oh' Agnes, daughter! as I write, j ! have before me the revolver I used! to cany with me nearly always for— you know what, Agnes. Well, chum deal, iest let our little Godfrey be taken from us, and 1 promise you. with a shot fiom that very revolver. I'll “pluck from the mcmorv the rooted sorrow! raze out the written troubles of the brain!” and follow oui 1 Baby Sunbeam into otemitv! I’ll do it Agnes! do it as sure as I am Your heart-broken. Father. Corusca: Terry Whiteside. Maur icio! Congressman Whiteside—that letter! Crispin: Yes, rradre; Whiteside wrote it, but now he— Corusca: And the Sen-Senorita Agnes, she’s his daughter. 0 Virgin Mother! that gill’-—hi- daughter! Crispin: But. madre, Senorita Agnes has told me he, Terry White side recently went insane; moreover, it’s almost certain that by this time he has killed himself' Corusca: Killed himself! Crispin: Yes; committed his last murder, simple suicide, blown out his own brains in an insane frenzy of re morse! Corusca: Sowed death and has i reaped its harvest ? O justice, you are the governing pivot, the poiser. the balancer of the universe! But, no, Mauricio, surely not so soon? Crispin: Taking the telegram in connection with the letter, what other conclusion is possihle? They whom the gods make mad rush on destruc tion! Ah! rradre. madre! but I know y ou must pity the senorita now more; than ever! Corusca: Pity her? Of course,^ pity her; but, Mauricio, she—that girl has obtained admission here as our; guest and pupil under a false name— and—and— Crispin: Your pardon, madre; but Agnes is part of her real name, and Gorland was her mother’s maiden name. Corusca: Nevertheless, Senorita Agnes has grossly deceived us, Maur icio, she. the daughter of that abomin able devil incarnate, has wormed her way into our confidence, secured oui sympathies, actually so endeared her self to me that—I must concede it— Pve quite begun to regard her as be ing very nearly my own daughter! Oh! saints of heaven protect u»! And a Whiteside! Mauricio. a Whiteside! Crispin: Put understand, madre. 'twas all for the sake of the little hoy, in order to be able to render K1 Torero ' la Malaguena for the j crippled child, that she came here to learo the dance and to procure a part ner from among our pupils. Corusca: How long have you known who -he was, Mauricio? Crispin: She told me only this eve ning, but not until Pd driven her to it. Corusca: Mauricio, isn’t it fortun ate that she’s to leave here so shortly ? Crispin: No, madre; that’s what pains me! Whiteside and her dear i little brother are now gone; assuredly, I shan’t let her go away forever. Corusca: What, muchacho queridc mio! the senorita’s a Whiteside, yet you really don’t wish her to leave? i Can it be you’ve no thought of our Anthony, foully murdered and slan dered in his grave? Crispin: For my sake, buena madre, ;f not for hers, won’t you continue to lie as kind, tender, consoling’ to her •is you’ve ever been ? Corusca: Oh, I’ve for sometime suspected vou love her, Mauricio! How 1; completely she’s bewitched you! Crispin: Only a moment ago, madre, you admitted you’ve come to feel that she’s very much the same to you as a daughter. Now, madre, I do love her, boundlessly; and some day she—ere very long—simply shall be come my wife. She has admitted this evening that she loves me in return. Corusca: But, Maurido, no! Only consider! She, the blood, the daugh ter of—! Oh, heavens! what’s the good of opposing a man in love? Crispin: Just think, she’ll then be a Senora Crispin, like you; and, madre, you’ll really bo at least her mother-in-law. (END SCENE IV.) (To be Continued.) TAFT SAYS NEGRO MIGRATION TO NORTH PROVES EFFECTIVE DEFENSE AGAINST INJl’STICE (Continued From Page One.) lence are strong factors in commun ity action. But, deplorable as lynching is, it should not blind us to the improve ment in conditions of the Negro pop ulation in the south that go steadily on, and that each 10 years' statistics demonstrate. The migration to the north and the general horror aroused over lynchings, expressed in the last anti-lynching conventions, by north erners and southerners alike, are like ly to affect public opinion in the south on this subject and make a slow change for the better. It may be conceded that recurring instances are not very’ encouraging. The noith is not without blemish in this regard and needs a stimulus to greater re spect for law and orderly procedure than it now has. Migration Proves Defense. Meantime, the savings bank ac counts of the Negroes, the acreage of their holdings, the graduates of theii vocational schools and the improve ment of the Negro country communi ties, steadily increase. A probable dearth of labor in the north and the increasing economic value of the Negroes to the south will stimulate migration as a defense against in justice and make it more effective. The developments of the next quartei of a century through these automatic and unpromoted agencies are likely to show as great progress for the Negro race as the last.—Washington Post. Dr. J. L. Green, mechano-therapist, 1614'i North 24th street, over the Progressive Tailor Shop, treats chron ic diseases without drugs. The only Colored mechano-therapist in the city. 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