ANCIENT SKELETON , OF PIGMY IS FOUND Pleistocene Period Man, 200, 000 Years Old, Belonged to Dwarf Class. Los Angeles. Cal. Special: The Skeleton of what appears to have been g prehistoric pigmy, less than three feet In height, is on Its way today from the asphalt beds of La Urea to the Smithsonian Institution in Washington. If the genuineness of the find is veri fied there, the La Urea skeleton will take plaee in the history of the an thropology as the lirst remains of antedeluvlan man found on the North American continent. "To my mind," said Tllrcctor Frank Daggett, of the Museum of History, Science and Art. under whose direction the execavations have been carried on. “there can he no doubt that those bones are those of a man. To what geological period ho belonged must ho a matter of conjecture now. Only careful researches yet to bo made can ■determine the truth.” Indications are that the skeleton be longs to the pleistocene period, roughly placed at 200,000 years ago. First was found the skull, last Friday, and since then the remainder of the hones, said to be In an excellent state of preser vation, have been scraped from their casing of asphalt with the most minute and painstaking care. Nearby was the trunk, still erect, of a tree, the summit of which was over laid by 20 feet of asphalt. Close to the tree trunk were the bones of a mam moth bear, of a species already classi fied as belonging to the pleistocene period. Scientists of the University of Cal ifornia have contended that North America and Asia were at one time Joined, and that, geologically speaking the backbone of the continent Is the Aleutian Islands. Across this neck of land, they believe, came the eophpplus, the little two-toed progenitor of the domestic horse. The find at La Urea. If it proveB what It seems, will strengthen their contention that there was once an Interchange of life be tween the two continents. The Creative Impulse. John Burroughs, In the Atlantic, The creative impulse does not itself know the next step it will take, or the next form that will arise, any more than the creative artist determines be forehand all the thoughts and forms his Inventive genius will bring forth, lie has the Impulse or the Inspiration to do a certain thing, to let himself go in a certain direction, but Just the precise form his creation will take is as un known to him ns to you find me. Some atubbornness or obduracy in his mac terial. or some accident of time or place, may make it quite different from what he had hoped or vaguely planned. He does not know what thought or incident or character he Is looking for till ho has found it, till he has risen above his mental horizon. So far as he Is Inspired, so far ns he is spontaneous. Just so far Is the world with which he deals plastic and fluid and Indetermin ate and ready to take any form Ids medium of expression words, colors, tones.affords him. lie may surprise himself excel himself; he hns sur rendered himself to a power beyond the control of his will or knowledge. Great Issues in Little Thinqs. All Heaven her beauty, brim to brim, Mer crowns, her songs of Seraphim— Was In that little kindly deed That propt a brother in fils need. All Hell—Its fang and serpent hiss. Its treason and its last abyss Was In that little careless sneer That struck n brother like a spear —Edwin Markham in January Nautilus. Thanksqivinq Day. For all the gracious gifts in harvest fntr In things material, whose goodly share I richly prize; For man's abundant wealth that lies in sight. And for the sense of power and of might With which to meet a foe, and tight the fight, My thanks arise. But for the richer gifts of love and peace That bring the soul u sense of sweet re lease From pressing care; For mercies shown; for greater growth of soul; For light when clouds of deadly dark uproll To point the way to some more lofty goal And lead us there; For broader human symp..*hy, for tears Of Brotherhood to ease another's fears. And cheer his way; For seeing eyes, and shoulders, fit to bear The burdens of our fellows In despair. And right good will to help them in their c are When times are gray; For men of heart and soul Inclined To honors of a lowlier, meeker kind, With grace endued; Who seek all dire Injustices to mend. To guide the hopeless to some hopeful end— Wot thN alone, but nil my days I spend In gratitude! —John Kendrick Bangs SOCIETY LEADER’S PLAY TO BE STAGED MRS. LARS ANDERSON^ Mrs. Lars Anderson, society leader ol rookline and Washington and wife o th« former United Slates umbassadol to Japan, has written a play which wl 04 produced in a Boston theater od j'»onary 12. It is called “Every Bov’ arid Is designed to portray the different senses, passions and emotions thni sctualo the average boy's life. A Bos ton newspaper has furnished the word; and music for the musical parts of tin piece. The Andersons are among tin wealthiest and most exclus1-. e soi let! people in America. A STERLING NOVEL OF THE GREAT MIDDLE WEST eMID|ANDER5 CHARLES TENNEY JACKSON M'£°"IHE MYOF S0UI5; MY BROTHERS KEEPER etc. etc. CopyHfbt, 191J* The BoEb*-Merrill Company. CHAPTER XV—(Continued). Meanwhile Harlan plugged away. He ld time courtesy to the women, pat I ring tiie dogs a fine, upright, beloved I ligure of a man. That was what he ■should come to be. doubtless, a sturdy, unfearing, clear minded American of the best people. And once as be watched the court room windows with the June sweetness ■graying in. lie thought of that eve ning when John Id nd strong's hoarse mil despairing voice cursed ills father ind the law. Ho felt that even now the hurt of It was on his his father’s mind. A hurt growing with what the iown was slowly coming to think of Llndstrom. He had defied society, cut himself off. a religious fanatic, in his latch of corn land in the pocket. Only fist week, a shotgun under his crip * >led arm. the gaunt quarry worker had ome upon the surveyors on his land running the lino for the diversion dam and forbade them further entry. Har lan remembered that ho had heard Marry at, the good rutured sheriff, tel ling his father that be would have to drive out and have a little friendly talk with John. The somber quarryman was a “bit off” maybe. Taken bis chil dren out of school, forbade them to mix i with the town boys and all that. The bulge had not answered. Harlan knew n his heart there was a grief and an outrage bo would not reveal. People had whispered that John had become in outlaw from the day Judge Van i Hart put the taint of the jail on him. Then to Harlan’s mind the thought of Dindstrom brought the memory of j another summer—the long quiet eve-j i nlngs when he had met Aurelie in the I hills. It seemed that he must have been desperately sorry for her to love her so. That was it—her pathos and her grace and prettiness and all the magic of the summer. Now he heard her dis cussed about the verandas by the nice girls he knew—her notoriety, the laugh able Idea of her going on the stage! Vnd backed financially by the McKet idgo boys! It seemed to Harlan, as he idee girls talked of It In the ham a»eks and over their ices, that all that vus cheap, unworthy, grotesque, utter \ apart from all ho had known, had omo to gather about Aurelie. “Imagine!” said Kline Dickinson In a group about his mother’s porch one eve ning. "A traveling man who came in papa’s store yesterday told him that Aurelie Dindatrom was being billed in I a stock company as the $100,000 prize beauty—and was wearing diamonds! I 20 Is closed. and dad Is off to the St. Law rence for vacation.” ' .Make a note of It. Farmer caught a big catfish—70 pounds—at Elllck’s ford Thursday. Dig up a squib about that!” Harlan lazily wrote out tbo copy; it was tlio old high school habit to help Wiley get out the News personals. Also to jibo tiie editor about Ids paper. “Worst country sheet in Iowa, Wiley— worse and worse!" "I know. Hut still able to squawk occasionally.” Wiley was distributing type us Jim Mims was fishing. He kicked tiie Job press half an hour, and then did the printer s work under the Impression that he was getting both tasks farther advanced somehow or Other. "Still able to make Old Thud cuss. Even if Ids Retail Merchants' as sociation Is doing its best to head off all my advertising. I’had can round up the county to put through ids Sin creek steal, but still the News can call at tention to it.” Harlan stirred: "Still you praised my argument before the board.” “That was you, son! But as to the creek diversion, every one of those poor devils in tiie pocket will be drowned out.” “They haven't a sign of title. And every property owner on the north side will benefit.” "Sure.” “you're hurting your political chances. Wiley." "I know. But I can't help that. The under dog g.-ts me, Harlan. 1 been one. myself, i have to fight for ’em! Mine own people! 1 can't stop to con sider whose land Is benefited, or who has the title at law. I'm only think ing of those people who fought floods and droughts and stumps to make themselves their little corn patches and keep their children alive on them down there. The News -” ids hand patted the splintered old type case fondly—“it’s ulway fought that waj somehow! It s never right—it s always wrong. Ask any of the law abiding, j respectable people in town and they’ll tell you so.” Harlan smiled. "Here on the start of your primary campaign, you're mak ing enemies of your home people. And i i want you to succeed. Wiley. In spite ■ of Hall bodig a friend of father and everything. I hate greed and op ; presslon as badly us you do. Only." "That's it -only! it's hard to go against one's class, isn't it? Hate op pression, hate wrong- -only except one's privilege, one's class, one’s tradition, i Why, right here between you and me,! boy in our little prosy village, is tie whole problem which confronts the na- ; tion! We glvo to Tanner, to the prop erty owners our curt - the privilege of exploiting others who can't help them selves. And a hoary tradition of the courts exists to defend the privilege. The courts ' -he checked himself, but hotly—"Harlan, come on over to Earl ville to dinner with us Sunday night and meet this McBride., the chap wlio's organizing the soft coal miners. He's a new article in tills county and lie's behind me in this right against Ilall. j 1 wagt you to meet him." ' McBride, the uuiti wlm defied the I supreme court last year and went to Jail for It?” don t suppose they are real! Mrs. Van Hart was watching Har i Inn’s face. She was thankful that none | of tho younger set had ever known of I her son’s summer infatuation. Now Harlan's firm lips closed as coldly, his square law set as hard as his moth er’s had done the night Aurelie was dismissed. Tho mother’s placidity was unruffled. "As real, my dear." she murmured, "as her beauty prize. As an advertisement for the newspaper she was undoubtedly a success, how ever. But tho diamonds—are those men who used to run tho livery stable -till her managers?" Ever so carelessly! hut Harlan’s law set more doggedly. She had stung the last refuge of his pride. Tho Mc Hetridgo boys and Aurelie! And tho story of those diamonds wan dered over the town and grew and grew. First a mere brooch, then a neck lace- after that a tiara! Playter. the druggist, told Wiley Curran of Hen McFetrldge clothing Aurelie in dia monds out of the exploitation of his doubtful oil speculations, and Wiley called him a liar. The News lost an other advertising contract right there. Wiley told Aunt Abhv about it that night at supper. Sin* looked curiously it his drawn face. "Wiley. T don’t be lieve It. That girl's as good as gold. And good girls don’t sell their virtue, Wiley they give it away, maybe, be cause they love. And Aurelie doesn’t love Hen McFetrldge- the twins just amuse her. Her letter shows that." And tho old lady waddled to the sew in'? circle that night to hear what she amid hear, to defend what might he defended. There was need. Aurelie : '\as the town’s daughter of scarlet long 1 *( fore half the missionary boxes were I 11h*d that Near, and the Shakespeare I . iui« was done with its critical study 1 if Desdemona’s story. Aunt Abby was unable to counteract the Shakespeare I dub digressions, for the Shakespeare club was composed almost wholly of High street Indies. And Shakespeare lub gossip, though covert and well 1 ored was as deadly. The Home Shako ■ spearo club held itself aloof. Tho Karl i villi* Woman’s club was busy with civic •u (»grnms. Every time the Home Shakespearian ladles had a paper on Twelfth Night or Lear, the Earlville women had a protest to the city coun cil about street lighting or the saloons or the need if shade trees. As the Mercury-Journal said; “The Woman’s lub was tho llvest booster in the burg." The Home women never boosted any body except Shakespeare or Buskin, or Ho* intellectual development of Europe. >r tho court of Louis XIV. There were two persons in Homo who \ ere silent about that gossip coneern ? Aurelie. Harlan, lounging in Wi v’s shop as of old. after the day’s grind, reading state exchanges and .mi ring tho editor on politics, never asked of her; nor did Wiley relate of her letters. Apparently their friend fillip drifted back to the old affection, vo* there was this one reserve. Wiley would look up from his job Press to find Harlan’s serious face turned to him in a studv. Harlan was easily the best dressed man in the county; even the drummers about the Elks’ club in Earlville. or the Hotel Metropole. were no mc’o punctilious as to business garb. Aid Wiley was in I is shirt sleeves and well inked sleeves at that. Invariably they drawled at each other with summer laziness: *‘Hot, isn't It. Harlan?" ‘ Yes." "Bucking hard'*’’ "Some dfnky line fence case Donley tu.-ned ever to me. Justice court. Term i cs. i 111 giau iip uni. no inane a lot of people stop and think—and that's tv hut we re after.” Tile judge's son smiled tolerantly. I “All right. 'I’d like to see him. I'm curious, But his friendship won't help you, Wiley." Wiley smiled in turn. But thus it came about that Harlan and Arno Vance came over to the 75-cent table d'hote dinner at tlie Hotel Metropole to meet Mike McBride. The dining room of the Hotel Metropole, all ex cessively new and Enrivllliaii, with a tapestried wall of stiff necked steeple chasers. gorgeous dogs in four colors climbing a fence; while over a bulg ing and lavender hill dashed a motor car. the cloud of dust and the ladies' I veils forming a diaphanous perspective i In five more colors, which, with the i Hunt club dogs and the riders' coats, made the picture of General Parsons above the Parsons house mantel over in 1 Rome, seem old and faded. You would understand at once that it belonged in a town which had an Interurban, and an Elks' club, and pressed its trousers, along with other cocky modernity. But neither Arne Var.cc nor Wiley T. Cur ran let on to being impressed, for they bad dined in a number of the beplast ered and multi-colored cafes of am bitious western cities. And Harlan, on , his first visit to tile Metropole, looked , about with a smile and then at Me- \ Bride as lie stirred Ids demi-tasse - even the girl waiters said demi-tasse—now in Enrlville. This is a live wire town." McBride i was saying, "and when it gets through ! laying out parks and boosting factor- I les it's going to go after you fellows over in Rome who've run the county so long." He was a short thick, red browed man to whom one would rather j break disagreeable news over the tele phono. His fingers were hard and stubby, and lie dug sugar out of the bowl anil dumped It into his demi tasse without so much as a glance at the dogs done in four colors, lie went ifter local affairs like a man who could assimilate more significant facts In a > week than all the best people of tile ' county could discover in a lifetime. , “That county ring has run things ever since the war. and long as the tax rate wasn't too high the business people didn't growl, and Tanner fixed every ; board to suit himself- and hogged ail ; the county work. He's a good man. this Tanner- I like Ids method - lie gets j things. Blit we ought to get him. A live grand. Jury would smoke him out in no time. And a district attorney whod throw the gaff. The one you got Is a crook.” "I agree," murmured Wiley—he felt too amiable after his 75-cent oceasion. with dogs in four colors, to be the zealot. “New blood is needed. But there's some good men on our side the creek, also.” "Skunk?" queried McBride. "Sinstnawa.” "Gall it Skunk. Then we'll get down to brass tai ks. T always wanted to talk with some of you follows from tile county scat. State labor is right with the governor in this progressive fight. That’s the reason I'm down lo re. I’m here until this district is organised by the Delrov crowd. The governor wants Fairchild's seat in the Senate, and he wants Jim Hall s scalp in congress, because lie thinks Hall will iret the old crowd's support Tor it if Fairchild can't win out. So he and his people are going to put Curran over and I'm with 'em. I ain’t r.o reformer, hut labor Is going with ’em. But first we ought to clean up this county." Wiley mused. Arne, his black eyes snapping, listened as if a fresh breath had come somewhere out of a fighting world. Harlan wondered rather satirically why an outsider should come down here and talk like a man of au thority. "The Catholic vote In them new mines where the Poles and dagos have come In, It’ll be for Curran," went on McBride. "Father Doyle gives it to mo straight. All that’s good. And this new Earlvllle contracting company, which is sore over Tanner gobbling all the work, Is going to unload on the old ring. Ain't any reform going to get far unless some one expects to clean up something. Take it from me. We’re going to elect Curran.” Harlan had listened more acutely. He had begun to resent Wiley's prob lematical success. McBride was worse than he had dreamed. His father's Ideals of polities had not encompassed such brute truth. McBride turned his blue eyes under th.eir red brows di rectly on him. "Are you the man they're talking of for district attorney?" Harlan stared at him Incredulously. The easy Ingratiating standards of his father's sort of men around the court house, even the rustic geniality of the county board members, he felt equal to. but this ruthless analysis and mil itant directness of the man of new con ditions tarred him. He still stared at McBride. ■'Come out," rasppd McBride, “we ran put you over this year. I hear you'll do—Vance, Curran, here—put it up that Way.” Harlan turned to them with a laugh. Since when had Arne and Witev and a few unknowns took it to themselves to parrel out the county offices? These audacious rebels, without authority, without organization? It was actually humorous! “We want to trim this crook Tan ner and an honest district attorm-v can do it. Still Harlan was silent. He knew that secretly his father deprecated Thad Tanner. And Jewett, the prosecutor, vVns tint invited Jo his father's house. Still this did not keep Jewett out of office. His father was a good man. But here was a different good—the fighting good of the new order. "How about it"" pursued McBride. H r! an siail'-d at length, complacent lv oil the labor man. “No. thanks, Mc Bride I think I'd slick to the law vet a while," li.. was t anking liow funny it. would tie ta • li Ms father of the trio sitting in i 10 ialdlv new dining rim! i i f the Metroanl" plotting against flint ancient and honorable thing— Winnetka county politics. It had not been rippled sine - .lames G. Blaine. 1 1 men are needed," ivont on M Bride, "instead of going off to I'nnada and the cheap lands, or to the Hi" . you ought to he right hero mak in. our fight. I'iierc’c, big chances— rough knocks and big chances." "I vo mine." retorted 1 larlan quiet Iv. lie was conscious of Wiley’s look upon him. appealing, sorrowful -and of Arne’s subdued belligerency. They had apparently he n talking of him to Mc Bride i he strongest young man in the county! • here, we need you”—there was a flash if menace tn McBride's tone. a '.line, too, cleaning up i t1 i board Go after your ..ids. too. Tie re not right. Here’s th mail. Idndstrom. to.-.- tell me about ■ one cram- over religion. The oiuirry man who lost an arm and then his dan.! sui; against h'anner on a tech nicality and then was sent over on a coni met charge. ' j our court mad - a criminal right there!” M ilev see Harlan’s face turn an ugly red M Irid U “Here the court . . *r some holier** than thou tradition .a' the law. That’s tile Muff the courts hand out.” Harlan was on his feet His clenehed hand shot across the table near Mc Bride’s face. "Bee here the .bulge that made that decision was my father!” McBride stared back: "Your father?" "Yes! And no man can speak that wav of him!” There was silence through the he gingerod and tapestried room. Arne and Wiley sat back. There was noth ing else to do between man and man. McBride, the older, the rugged power ful figure and Harlan with the anger of a young god. fair, handsome, tower ing over him. "You take that back!" roared Harlan. McBride slowly relaxed. He watched tile other unceasingly. “.Apologize!" McBride sat father back on his chair. A slow smile came to Ills face as lie looked tip at the youth. “Young man. I was raised on a slag pile in Pennsylvania. I never saw the sun shine except Sundays and the time my father was killed, until X was 24, it seems to me. I’ve been hungry so many times in my life that sometimes now It ain't natural to eat. You can't know by any manner of means what that’s like. I’m a rough man and I work with rough men. but I know a man when I see one. Sit down." "Apologize!" shouted Harlan. McBride looked long and grimlv at him. “Well," he growled, "if your fa ther raised you to stand up like this with the fighting blood hot in you—I guess I'm wrong. Now, if that's an apology, take it. If it ain't—to hell with you!" Harlan stood quivering. "Sit down, boy," whispered Wiley. The room was dumb. Even the waiter girls knew who young Van Hart was. (Continued next week.) Deposed Shah of Persia. 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