TIIE YELLOW PERIL THREATENS El'ROPE The Spectre of Mongolians Gaining Ascendency in European Affairs Gives Grave Concern in Many Quar ters Says Special Writer or Chicago Tribune. WHITE MAN’S WORLD ( RACKING Danger Not in Europe. Hut in Asia Led by a Master Nation Like Japan and Equipped With Modern Re sources — Nationalism Stirring the Islam Millions. (By Thomas Stewart Ryan) (Chicago Tribune Foreign News Serv ice—'By Special Cable.) W^ARSAW, Dec. 31.—If I had not W heard it from so many quarters, from so ntanv different kinds of peo ple in eastern Europe, it would not be worth reporting as an influence which may figure in future events in Europe. ‘‘The end of the white man's time Is at hand. Now comes the yellow race.” It has long been a theme or edi torial writers at home. But in this east It is a whisper throughout, the land, like a rustle of prairie grass be ore the old Mongolian horsemen of Attila, Genghis Khan, and Tamur lane. Along Russia’s borders you can scent the nearness of the east. There are the wild costumes, the touch of barbaric splendor, the weird paeans of waste places, the quick passions, the quiet suffering since the begin ning of time—and then an echo from regions beyond where dervishes are howling and outlandish rites are per formed, and millions bide their time ns before the great migrations. In Bucharest I sat in a cafe chan tant. It was exotic enough. Conspic uous were the number of men who dragged sabres across the floor and a Turkish girl In her own Levantine dress. Russian dancers were leaping under the loges. Sees Yellow Race Coining. "This can't last much longer,” re marked a distinguished editor. "It is the mounting fever before the crisis. We are like that prince in Poe’s tale who locks himself up in a tower to danee and make merry while death Is waiting outside. A lltle more war, a little more crumbling of moral ties, and the yellow race will have a clear sweep.” t ater I sat with a young Roumanian officer in a mud hut. near the brown Dneister. The spot is Just at the threshold of the oldest civilization in Europe. The river flows into the sea if *h“ Holden Fleece. Yet there is not a corner of the Yukon more sav age. more desolate, than that region of Bessarabia. Tn the Kherson gov ernment, southward down to Odessa, the highroads are lined with human bodies, horribly mutilated, beaten sometimes to pulp. Report your dis coveries to the nearest volunteer post and the officer will shrug and re mark : "What would you have? That hap pens daily.” "The Mongols will come In our day,” the young Roumanian said, "just as they always came before when Europe wore herself out. They came when the Roman world broke up, when Charlemagne’s empire crumbled. They will come now in this age of war. hunger, oppression, and rotting fiiscituine. Tli on gilt fill Pole’s Opinion. Of all such talks the most thought ful I heard from a Polish official. With him the peril from Asia Is a fixed belief. "We hear much of Oermany trying again, of this nation or that In Europe becoming too strong,” he said. "I tell you the danger is not in Europe, hut In Asia—Asia led by a master nation, like Japan, nnd equipped with modern resources. Moreover, there are the 300,000,000 of Islam, already stirred bv nationalism in Egypt, India, and Turkey. "In Europe only Great Britain and France among the great powers, and IKjssibly Italy, are interested in keep ing the peace. Germany and Russia are old offenders. Such Is the Europe that meets p possihle Mongolian in road in the future. I.lkely some na tion will call the yellow race in. That might well he Germany. “While Man’s World Cracking.” “Even now Japanese troops are in Siberia with Kolchak, and there are Chinese in Russia. “You don’t need to believe in direct attack, only indirect at first, su~h as Insurrections In India fomented by Japanese agents The yellow man sees that the white man’s world Is cracking. The yellow man Is no fool. “It Is the task of the Anglo-Saxon to meet the danger. You must create In eastern Europe such outposts as will secure the country such alliances as you can trust. Poland, If given the chance, will assume the charge.” I have hoard such Ideas, more or less, for weeks. A chance for the kiddles to earn a prize. Read Monitor Mother Goose offer on page six. We Bogey Man n>o By ALDEN CHAPMAN (CopjrKbt. ill*, by th. Waataro N*wa papar Uoloa.) When the mothers of Ellington wish ed to warn or frighten their children who were troublesome or rebellious, they had a “bogey man” directly at hand without appealing to a vague and distant object of juvenile dread. Just at the outskirts of the town was a spot marshy and broken. It had been at one time a great resort for wild ducks and geese In the season and some ardent hunter had built a shed house fairly habitable. With the growing scarcity of game It had been abandoned until “Old Moon,” tramp, cynic, miser, hermit, It was re ported, came along, appropriated the ramshackle hut, patched It up and set tled down. All kinds of wild stories were current concerning him. He wai old, gray whiskered, had glittering, for bidding eyes and never addressed those who met him. Once or twice a week he would visit the local general store, purchase what provisions he re quired and then again retire to his ggewsome retreat. Robert Blake, his wife and their lit tle four-year-old child lived In a neat but isolated cottage directly at the edge of the swamp. They had bought It cheap on account of Its unfavorable situation, but had made a perfect para dise of its garden space. Economical as they were, however, they had not been able to keep up their payments on the property, illness and lack of steady employment cutting down the Income of Mr. Blake. At times they dejectedly feared that thew would have to give up their little home. Doris was a bright, lively little sprite and rarely wandered away from home. Upon her youthful mind Old Moon had been impressed in a way that made her serious, but one moon light evening she came rushing Into the house in a fervent frame of excite ment. “Oh, papa! mammal” she cried breathlessly, “I’ve talked to him!" “Who Is ‘him,’ Doris?” questioned her mother. “Old Moon. Oh, surely he was the man you once pointed out to me! He was coming from the town, his arms full of groceries, and a bundle fell over and I ran out and picked it up and gave It to him. He set his things on the ground and put his hand on my head and said, ‘Thank you. m.v little cherub,’ and then gave me this box of candy. He spoke so kindly, and he can’t be a bugaboo, to treat a little girl so nice, can he, now?" Old Moon was no longer quoted to Doris as a bogey man. In fact, she asked questions constantly about his lonely living place and wanted to see him again, fine day her father brought home her first pair of rubbers and Doris gloated over an accession she had long coveted. “I can go out in the wet grass now whenever I want to, can’t I, mamma?" die submitted. "Why, I can even walk along the edge of swamp water, pick ing pretty pebbles and shells Oh, what dear, cute little rubbers!” It was just about dusk one afternoon when Doris started from the house. It had been raining and the fact de lighted tier, for she could find some puddles to wade through. She ven tured In the direction of the swamp. Some distant flowers tempted her and she wandered on and on until u haze coming down over the landscape con fused her. She began to cry us she found that she had lost both rubbers In the mud. Then sin1 saw a spark of light in the distance. She hurried toward it. to ar rive hi front of a wretched hut. Vaguely she fancied that it must be the oft-mooted habitation of Old Moon. She tiptoed to the sill of a window, glanced within u lighted room and, young as sin* was, what she saw there chilled and thrilled Iter—Old Moon ly ing hound hand and foot upon the floor und two men bending over him. One held a hammer menacingly, the other was prodding the helpless captive with n poker. Doris ran from the spot with a wild cry i«f fright. It was shrill and echo ing. Missing their little one. her fa ther and mother had started to find her. “Oh, papa! niniunm!” gasped Doris wlldy as they reached her—“Old Moon in his house and two men are trying to kill him !" Robert ISInke seized a heavy piece of wood and drove In the window sash as he In turn discerned what was going on behind It. The two strangers fled at his appearance. Mr. Illake relieved the old hermit of his bonds. "They were talking of torturing me with a red-hot poker If I did not dis close the hiding place of my money,” he explained. “You have saved It, aud me. Ah! Is that your child?" as the door opened and little Doris and her mother stood revealed. It appeared that Old Moon had uo In considerable treasure hidden In the old shock. The visitation of the burglars had the effect of driving him nearer to bis neighbors. His gratitude toward little Doris, who hud been the medium of his rescue, led to Ills building a new und better home next to that of the Biases. 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