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The Finding of
Jasper Holt
BY
Grace Livingston Hill Luts
Author of "Marcia Schuyler", "Phoebe DeaneT*, '
"The Obsession of Victoria Gracen", etc. ' 1
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It had not been a pleasant task.'
Scathlin was a foul mouthed, foul
souled companion for any man to tie
to, and his personal habits were any
thing but attractive. Time and again
Holt had almost turned from his task
with disgust, resolved to let his rights
and all go rather than be tied to the
creature another hour. Yet he had
stuck to him; and now, after these
many days of cunning and craftiness,
of trickeries too numerous to mention,
of attempted escape on Scathlln’s
part; after taking side trips to funer
als of Scathlin’s relatives who never
had existed, except in imagination;
visits to business men who were sup
posed to be hounding Scathlin to his
death and yet who were never found
after all this they were on their way
back to Hawk valley! Scathlin had
come to the end of his money and his
wits, and had been compelled to accept
the escort and financial aid of Holt
back to the place from which he had
started, because he did not dare to do
anything else. This he did both on his
own account and for the sake of his
employers, who would not hesitate to
leave him in the lurch to save them
selves, and who had warned him above
all things not to let Holt suspect his
mission with those papers to the east
ern syndicate. Besides, there was al
ways the hope that he might yet es
cape and make his way tiack in time
to present those papers to the man
whom Harrington had said would pay
him a big reward for bringing them.
Harrington and his men cculd not
have done It without suspicion, but the
plan was that Scat hi hi should profess
to have found something valuable to
the syndicate and be willing to sell it
at a good price.
It was no wonder that Scathlin's
eyes had a hunted look, and his bad
old face under Its stubbly growth was
almost pitifully desperate as he
looked at the fresh face of the sweet
young girl, and for the moment for
got hl3 misery, gloating over her
beauty, while Holt seemed to be en
gaged with the sunset view. But Holt
caught the gleam In his victim's eye
and his heart burned hotly within him.
He could have crushed the creature
then aud there for the insolence of his
ga?.e. He could have crushed him like
vermin and felt no sin. All the man In
him rousad to resent the evil look.
“S.sthl’n!" His tone was cutting
wit'., command and the old man turned
cringing aud met the steely glance of
bis captor, then impatient and trem
bling with anger began to look again
out of the window; again the crimson
wrath curbed up Ills leathery neck and
induced his coarse features.
fhe girl, half aware of what had
been going on. turned and took it all
In. a frightened color flickering up
Into her cheeks Her eyes, growing
largo with vague horror, met Holt's
Btpely gase, saw it change and soften
reassuringly, as it he wore holding at
bay a loat30tne bloodhound and wished
her to understand she need not fear.
The glri, with one fleeting look of grat
itude toward the young man, turned
back again to her window as if noth
ing had happened. In fact no onlooker
would have suspected that anything at
all had happened, and yet • really a
little drama had been enacted and all
the actors understood it as thorough
ly as if it had been spoken. But one
word only had been audible, and the
girl wasn’t sure she lnvd heard that
aright.
The dusk dropped down and the
train sped on over the plains.
And now the sunset stains grew
deeper and blended into gold and
crimson and lifted the gray Into clear
om.1 spaces of luminous beauty,
spreading the panoply of color rar
along horizon of the plain. It was a
tiring to make one look in awe. to hush
evil thoughts and bring a holiness to
hearts. Something of its calm and
strength crept into the girl's expres
sion as she watched it. and once she
half turned to see if Iiolt was watch
ing too. But Holt was sitting facing
the ether way and could see only the
fading trails of glor y in the sky as it
sped away from, his paze, though ho
had caught the reflection of wonder
from her face, and averted his own
eyes as if from too holy a sight. Those
who knew Hoit, or thought they knew
him, would have laughed loud and long
at suet an idea of him, but it was
true. The girl felt it as she turned
safely back to her sunset.
ScathUh was not enjoying the view.
He was'looking furtively on every side
to see if there could be by any chance
a good place where he might risk
throwing out that'- cursed wallet and
hope never to find It again. If only
there would be a station—or be could
risk dropping It. out of the window
B-'u soisie water tank or something.
Bu* the plain slid by, a level monot
or - broken only by the roze and emer
aid and gold of the setting sun. ScatU
11,, grew more and moro desperate. It
was growing dark, and he cldred not
‘i -ow the wallet where he could net
find it again, or where someone else
might find it—and yet! They were
rearin'’ Hawk valley. The morning
would bring them within the ranging
of Holts man—that band of traine 1
and JcMOted outlaws who were as re
lentless In tlhBir justice a* they were
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careless of their lives. No mercy was
to be expected from their hands if
once he fell among them. He shivered
as a tall shaft of a Dare tree, dead and
stark, stood out in the distance against
the clear gold of the sunset line. It
was on such a tree he had seen a
cattle thief hang, ghastly against the
sky, as he rode by once Just at night
fall. It might easily be his fate be
fore another sunset. If he conld not
get away in the night all chance of
escape before they reached Hawk val
ley was gone, for well he knew Jasper
Holt's men were set at intervals along
the way, sentinels ready to head him ,
off. And what treatment could he ex- J
pect from either Jasper Holt or his
men with that incriminating wallet in
his pocket? He had been a fool to take |
up with Harrington’s offer. Money or
no money, it wasn’t worth the risk. He I
was getting to be an old man and not'
so ready to face death as when his [
blood was hot and his hand steady. 1
He had not even any weapons of de-!
fense, thanks to his grim captor who j
had disarmed him while he slep^ the
first night of their Journey together.1
There had never been any open recog- J
nltion of the fact between them, save
that one glance as Scathlln put his
hand to the pocket where it had been
and was not. He had charged with
his eyes in one look of helpless fury,1
and Holt's clear gray eyes had met his '
unflinchingly in acknowledgment. That1
had been all, but Scathlln knew then '
that there was nothing for him but to 1
evade Holt and get away if possible. 1
He would stand no chance in an open 1
conflict, and his captor was untiringly I
vigilant He glanced again at the'
stern face opposite him, wondering1
»iitii, nuum uo iuc iaio tu wuitu no
was surely, swiftly hastening. States
prison? Or would they take the law
Into their own hands? He knew what
that might mean only too well, and
again the desperate look passed over
hl3 (ace with Hate and Murder looking
dimly from his eyes. How he would
like to spring at that slim brown i
throat opposite him and throttle the
life from the young fellow. Only a kid }
—a mere kid—and yet he had with
stood many, and had power to cruch J
Scathlin In spite of Sll his boasted
cunning. The look of a serpent crept
into the little gleaming eyes of the
old man as he noticed the quick glance
his companion cast at the girl across
the aisle; and his own eyes followed
filled with hate. Yes, he would like to
drive his fat, hairy fingers into the
white throat of the girl before the
eyes of her gallant defender if only he
had Holt helpless! But instead, here
was he, helpless himself! And he
must find a way to escape before morn
ing, or else get rid of that wallet in
some safe way. Surely, surely Holt
would be off his guard sometimes for a
little space. He had scarcely slept a
wink for four days; how could he en
dure it much longer?
But Scathlln’s cogitations were cut
short by the entrance of the conductor
at last and he turned to watch the girl
as she spoke to him.
“I was to have had a section re
served for me,” she was saying to the
conductor. “My brotherinlaw, Mr.
James Harrington, of Hawk valley, ar
ranged for it, and telegraphed me that
It was all right, Soe, I have the tele
gram. But the porter said I must
come in here until I saw you because
I had no ticket for the Pullman."
She held out the yellow envelope
and the conductor looked at it.
"Your brother’s name is Harrington?
I You are going to Hawk valley?"
He looked at her sharply. "Well.
Mnat wuit a fpw minutAq till T pn
through the next car and then I’ll see
to it. It ought to be all right."
Ho bustled on his way attending to
his passengers and the girl sat back
again to wait.
At the name “Harrington” Scathlin
had turned with a start and looked to- '
ward the girl; but even in the act he
caught the narrow gleam of Holt’s !
| half closed eyes, and, remembering, I
I turned back again to Ills window while
1 his thoughts went pounding into new |
j channels. He had made a mistake, of
course, to let Holt see that he had i
heard, so he kept his eyes toward the '
window until it grew quite dark. But
he had a plan at last. In another
minute he got upon his feet, yawning, 1
and declared his intention of getting
i a drink of water from the cooler at
the other end of the car.
“Good idea!” said Holt, rising and
| following his captive down the aisle
i lazily. 1
Scathlin reached the cooler first and
took his drink, while Holt stood wait
ing for the cup and let Scathlin go
back to his seat alone, apparently not
noticing him. Scathlin settled back in
his seat with on^ eye on Holt, and one
eye on the girl. !
Holt stood drinking in a leisurely
way, apparent’y Interested In lookilng
through the glass of the door iuto the
I next car, though he was fully aware
■ that Scathlti» was fumbling in the tn
| nor pocket of his flaohel shirt- • He tin
; gered, hoping that the old man would
do something which would make him
more certain of what he already be
lieved to be true, and saw Scathlin
. finally, after repeated tumbling under
the shirt, draw forth a small dark ot
Ject that, in the one swift glimps
Holt had of it, looked like his owi
leather wallet in search of which h
had come this long, hard Journej
Anxious to see what Scathlin's nex
move was to be, he remained quietl;
standing and still apparently lookin
through the car door, though not i
move of Scathlin's was lost upon him
To his amazement he suddenly sat
Scathlin bend forward and pick u]
something from the car floor, then leai
toward the girl in the opposite sea
and put the object in her lap, at th<
same time speaking to her. Had th'
man picked up something the girl liai
dropped, or was he-? Preposter
ous! The fellow woaldn’t dare, witl
a strange girl. She was smiling an(
looking down at the thing in her la;
and seemed to be thanking him. Shi
had probably dropped her handker
chief or pocketbook and Scathlin hac
picked it up. Holt sauntered leisurel;
back to his seat and found Scathlin;
fumbling with his shoe lace. H<
studied him narrowly and fancied tha
he detected a look of cunning satisfac
tion on the stubbly old face, yet wac
puzzled to know what caused it. Hac
the scoundrel dared to give those pa
pers to the girl when he stood in ful
view? It seemed incredible—and yet!
If he had, Holt’s hands were prettj
well tied and he had two to watch in
stead ot one. He didn’t like the idee
of shadowing this beautiful younj
woman.
Just then the conductor returned
and spoke to the girl.
"Well, your berth’s reserved for yoc
all right, but it was in the name ol
Harrington. It's Section 7, in the nexl
car. This your baggage? Come this
way and I’ll show you.”
The girl followed the conductor
nrlilt n Viol# Vinaifnf inn crlnnoa ♦ Anrn e/1
Scathiln, who was engaged with his
shoe. Holt noticed she held her hand
bag clasped tightlj, as it bhe were
afraid it might be taken from her
When she was gone the night settled
down Unpleasantly about them and
Scathiln, apparently worn out, snored
as he had not dared to do for a week
But Holt sat up and studied his prob
lem. He could not afford to take any
chances on sleep that night; more
over his heart was in a tumult. This
girl was coming to Hawk Valley to
visit the Harringtons. She was a
sister of Mrs. Harrington, the hand
somest woman, the best dressed worn
an, the most influential woman in all
that valley. Would he ever see the
girl? Sometimes, from afar perhaps
—and a bitter look swept over his
lace.
Scathiln slept on, with his coarse
lower jaw down dropped, and all his
unpleasant features relaxed, He was
no charming picture to look upon.
Holt noticed that there was no longer
that furtive grasp of one hand upon
his breast which had been since their
Journey together had begun. Scath
lin's horny hands, with their grasping
look of cunning, were lying idly by
his side, and Scathlin himself was en
joying a well earned rest, his heavily
shod feet sprawled out under Holt’s
seat.
The night droned on; the train sped
»n its way through the darkness, and
still Holt sat wide awake and think
ing.
“I can’t quite dope things out,” he
said to himself as he settled back in
a new position.
CHAPTER II.
Meanwhile Jean Grayson had fol
lowed her bustling conductor into the
sleeper with a sense of deep relief.
She had been frankly Tightened since
the rough old tramp looking creature
across the aisle had landed a worn
looking wallet surreptitiously in her
lap and asked if he hadn’t heard her
say she was going to Mr. Harrington
at Hawk Valley, and would she be
so good as to give that case of im
portant papers to him and not let
anyone else know she had it?
She had accepted the trust because
she did not know what else to do;
and, after all, it seemed a simple
Bnough request. The man had ex
plained that he had to go off In an
other direction at the next stop and
could not deliver the goods himself.
and it was most important that it get
to her brother at once. There did
not seem to be any good reason why
Bhe should refuse, and yet It had
frightened'her, and she wished with
all her heart that she had gone with
the conductor to see about the sleeper
and not stayed here to have this' dirty
old leather case put into her keeping
by that dirty old man. She did not
know what to do with it. She hated
to put tt in her dear little new hand
bag, and she restrained her well cut
nose from a shrinking sniff as she
hastily put it out of sight.
She had sat looking out of the
darkened window with her heart in
a tumult as the tall young man with
the fine eyes and the air of reckless
assurance came hack to his seat.
What had he to do with the old fel
low? Could he be his son? No, never!
But did he know about the important
papers? Could ho have put the old
man up to giving them to her, sc
that, under some pretense or other
he himself might speak to her? She
did not dare to look his way lest, he
should presume upon the old man’i
speaking. This, her first western trip
was a fearsome thing to her, allhougl
she reveled in the Joy of it.
Yet, when sue arose to follow th>
conductor and gave one swift com
prehonslve glance toward the eppo
site seat, she saw a respectful pair o
gray eyes looking interestedly at her
with nothing presumptuous in them
and £he Instantly fait that there wi
no r.eed to fear that young man. XI
might be dressed like a cowboy, bu
he had eyes like a g'P.t'.eman,
Miss Crayson was tired, fr- ^ .a ha.
come a '-erg journey, Etopjlujj a da
-Jon the way with relatives who had
s taken her sight seeing and kept her
1 going every minute, so that she was
s glad to creep into her berth as soon
. as the porter had made it up.
t She shrank in dislike from the
r leather case in her handbag, and after
; some hesitation took it out and
t wrapped it in a leaf from a magazine
. she had brought with her. She could
r not bear to have the thing in with
> her nice fresh handkerchiefs and
> dainty little articles. It seemed con*
t tamlnatlng. She had a half Impulse
> to throw it away or lose it; and then
! her conscience reproached her loudly
l for so dishonorable a thought. Ths
- papers might be valuable, of course,
i and in that case her brother would
1 have, just cause to blame her if she
i did not bring them. At the same time
i she hated the thought of carrying
around anything that had been in the
. possession of that repulsive looking
’ man.
As she settled herself to sleep and
' drew around her the folds of the soft
silk Pullman robe that had been her
mother’s parting surprise, loving
thoughts of those she had left be
hind her filled her mind. All the little
tender words, looks and acts of loving
sacrifice that she might be well fitted
out for this journey, came flocking to
be recognized, until unbidden tears
filled her eyes. This silken robe was
an extravagance, she knew, and would
be paid for by many a denial on the
part of father and mother, but it rep
resented their great love for her. A
thought of what they would have felt
about her being accosted by that
rough man and asked to carry that
package for him came to trouble her,
yet what other possible thing was
there for her tojlo but to accept it?
It certainly couTd nof Tie Jynainlte W
an Tnfernal machine. Her mother
wnnlri hnvp thnne’hf of Romothincr of
that nature the first thing—or Infec
tion, perhaps smallpox or something
equally horrible. That was possible,
of course. But still, the man looked
healthy enough.
Her father? Yes, her father would
undoubtedly have approved of her
taking the package. Her father was
one who never thought of himself
when anything in the shape of duty
demanded attention, and he had
brought her up with the same feeling.
Anyway, now that she had taken it
and agreed to deliver it, there seemed
nothing more to be done but to keep
her word, and it was a simple enough
affair, of course, and, after all, quite
reasonable. Why should it bother
her so?
Nevertheless, it mingled with her
dreaming thoughts as she drifted off
to sleep, and a kind of assurance with
regard to it came as she remembered
the steady, clear eyes of the younger
man.
Softly in her silken wrapping she
lay and slept while the monotonous
hum of the rushing train only lulled
her to deeper slumber.
Suddenly, in the midst of the com
monplace sounds of the journey there
came a grinding, grating shriek as of
strong metal hard pressed and unable
to withstand. A crash, a Jolt, then
terrible confusion. The very founda
tions of the earth seemed upshaken,
the cars climbing through the awful
air, then pitching, writhing, tossing,
and at last settling uncertainly in
strange positions, while the night was
filled with horrid sounds too varying
to analyze. Cries of women and chil
dren! Groans of men in mortal ag
ony; breaking glass and splintering
timbers; rending of metal in reluc1
tant, discordant clang! And below,
rising menacingly to threaten all,
came the lurid glare of flame, the
wild, exultant crackle of fire that
knows its opportunity and power; the
desperate hysterical clamor of those
who have discovered it, and the mad,
brave shouts of those who would at
tempt to conquer it.
Jean Grayson awoke in dazed be
wilderment. For a moment the noise
seemed a part of her dream; her
strange, huddled position on the wood
at the foot of her berth a figment of
her imagination. But almost at once
the cold breath from the broken win
j dow brought her to her senses. An
I accident! It had come then! The
thing which her mother had feared
I and tried to provide against. She
, was in a railroad accident all alone
' and oift in the wilds of the west
| where she was utterly unacquainted
with anyone! It was characteristic
OI Jean mat, wnen sue rutiuaeu uei
1 plight, she thought first of how her
| mother would take the news, and not
, of how she herself would bear the
experience, or whether It meant life
and death to herself. That she must
! get out of danger and let her mother
know of her safety was her instant
impulse, and from that moment her
j senses were keenly on the alert for
j every detail.
tContinued Next Week.)
! alleged booze runner
AND WOMAN ARRESTED
Bincoln. Neb., Mjjy 17.-—Al Bush,
former soldier, who lives at Shenan
doah, la., is under arrest here, with
Alma Simpson, a department store
clerk of Omaha, on a charge of booze
running. Bush's car successfully
| passed the booze testers at Nebraska
1 City, but when State Agent Hyers ex
| amlned it he found the imprint of a
| hammerhead on a board in the bottom
! of the auto, and when he took the
j board up he found 71 pints of whisky.
1 I Bush claims he bought it in Nebraska,
i The g'rl talked freely after she had
i been informed by the officers that the
■! officials at Shenandoah said that Bush
. ! had a wife and children there, where
■ ho was in business. She said Bush
posed as a single man. and told all
’ the details of the’.v wanderings from
’ the time he came and got her at Orr.a
1 ! ha an 1 tcuk her to various prints In
; Iowa.
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! A resolution net tlontog w ass 1
; a federal and lv china < """ ■*<
1 j imously Adopted by rlie * are >■ li c.
1 I Ui« Churches of Christ in America.
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From the Indianapolis News.
Members of congress who are Inclined to complain that $7,500 a year Is no$
enough to live on comfortably In these parlous times should consider the cas#
of the British member of parliament. Members of the house of commond re*
ceive approximately $2,000 annually. That is not enough, generally speaking,
according to one member who complains to a London newspaper. In his case,
he says, the $2,000 Is enough because he has a 7 shillings 6 pence flat In Can
ning town, and owing to the shortage of housing facilities cannot get a better
one. For members Whose homes are outride London the case Is sadder. Ho
says:
They have either to break up their homes and come to live in London,
where living is ruinous in cost for anyone who has not got a house, or
else they have to keep two homes going. They are between the devil
and the deep sea. In either case the member has to keep in close touch )
with his electors, otherwise he Is not doing his duty, so that no matter
how he is situated he has to spend a lot of money on railway travel
ing. Add the cost of railway travel to the tremendously increased cost !
of living, to the possibility of having to break up a home, to the fact
that one home in London at the moment costs as much as two homes
would have cost before the war—and you have a situation that simply
defies argument.
Some day, he modestly hopes, the people of Great Britain can be induced t#
raise the salary of their representatives to $3,000 yearly, but he warns against
the danger of being exploited by adventurers who would be attracted by such a
salary. He suggests two immediate remedies for the situation of the poor
M. P., which may bring a smile or a .groan to American readers. He hopes that
at a very early date the member of parliament will "have a warrant to carry
him to London and his constituency”—in other words, mileage—and he wants
the privilege of having his correspondence sent free.
When the franking and mileage pies become institutions in Great Britain
its final and indisputable claim to democracy will have been established. The
British people will profit by looking into the experience of others before accept
ing all the customs and habits of democracy. Paying their servants real money
might be cheaper in the long run. But what a piker is the British member of
parliament who only now asks for $3,000 a year and a little mileage and frank
ing concession In comparison with his American confrere!
Very Prosaic.
From the Edinburgh Scotsman.
We were alone. AU day long I had
waited for his coming. He recited po
etry to me softly, find told me that he
preferred my 5ull blonde hair and laven
der eyes to a piquant brunette’s flashing
black eyes and crimson mouth. We
heard soft music In the distance. We
talked about love. Suddenly the lights
went out. We were alone. All day long
I had waited for his coming. "Don’t be
alarmed,” he said, ”1 have a match.
Inflammability.
Fron> the Washington Star.
"Do you want your hair singed?” asked,
the polite barber.
"No. I don’t want to take a chance.
A friend in whose Judgment I have some
confidence told m« I have an Ivory
dome.” . ,,
‘What difference does that maker
"He might be wrong. Maybe it’s cel
luloid."
HEROES.
I see them hasting toward the light
Where war’s dim watchfires glow;
The stars that burn In Europe’s night
Conduct them to the foe.
As when a flower feels the sun
And opens to the sky.
Knowing their dream has Just begun.
They hasten forth to die.
Be It the mystery of Love—
Be It the might of Truth
Some wisdom that we know not of
Controls the heart of youth.
All that philosophy might guess.
These children of the light
In one bright act of death compress.
Then vanish from our sight.
Like meteors on a midnight sky
They break—so clear, so brief-—
Their glory lingers on the eye
And leaves no room for grief.
And when to joy old sorrows turn
To spring war’s winter long.
Their blood In every heart will burn-,.
Their life In every song.
—John Jay Chapman-.
Rocks Stop Commerce.
From the Detroit News.
Almost $1,000,000,000,000 worth of
freight passed through the Soo canals
during 1918 and the transportation In- ,
voiced amounted to 70,107,618,229 mile
tons. Such statements look two waya.
They give a glimpse of the enormops
productivity, the colossal wealth of the
vast territory tributary to the Great j
Lakes. The ships that pass the Soo and’
Detroit bring ores and wheat and meats ;
and dairy products —food and fabrics for
clothfng and materials for shelter and' '
Implements and equipment, in amounts
to contribute to the comfort, well being
and prosperity of mlllons of people. That ;
Is looking toward the source. And look
ing toward the outlet we find a great in- •
land waterway carrying a world com
merce, but Isolated from the world mar- !
kets by a stretch of tumbling rapids In- i
one river. Is It conceivable that the i
genius of two great peoples, those of '
the United States and those of Canada,
will not solve this problem and let the -
cargo carriers of the Great Lakes out to
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Perahlng’* French.
Frederick Palmer. In Collier’s.
Aside from Pershing’s chief of staff
and his chief aid. Colonel Boyd, proba- !i
bly his other aid. Colonel Collins, was
closest to him. Collins had been with
him for seven years. In the Philippines
and In Mexico, and had a wise head on
young shoulders. The general allowed
him to go away for a while to fight, but
would not be parted from him for long.
Boyd spoke French well. Wherever
the general went, there was Boyd, whose- :
death from pneumonia after the armls- -
t-iee was a blow to hundreds of officers, s
who always thought of him as outside
the general’s door or at his side. The
general’s own French was sufficient for
an ordinary conversation and influenced <
by the demands of the occasion, He sur
prtced a certain interpereter who was In- -
tcrpreting for him to Petain one day by :
saying: “I didn't say ‘il dlt,’ but *en
dit’—they say, not he says."
He Won.
From the Dallas News.
“What are those splendid silver cups
there?” Inquired the man in the Jeweler’s
shop.
“Thos, sir, are race cup3, to be
awarded as prizes," replied the Jeweler.
“Well, if that's the ca«e.” said the
stranger, taking the largest one In his
hand, "suppose you raee me for this
! one.”
He started off with the Jeweler after
I him, but the stranger won the cup.
Gen. Leonard Wood will make the com
mencement address before the students
of the University of Pennsylvania next
month.
—A—
Prince Goes A-Fijdng.
From the London Telegraph.
In Ideal flying weather the prince of
Wales spent a full hour In the air the
other day. enjoying the wonderful spec
tacle of the panorama of 1 ondon. Lady
Joan MulhoUand clad—like the prince of
Wales—in a fur coat and wearing a
ptlot's fur helmet and goggles, occupied
the front gunner's cockpit. There were
eight persons in the machine. The ma
chine took ofT with the usual case and
steadiness which characterizes the type,
and soon reached 2.000 feet, which was j
the height maintained duriv Jj'tbo' trip- A)
complete circuit of cent-vi London wa„t
made, with St. Paul's r \ tfcb ftutstand.gtg j
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4 .WHEN MAN IS A FAILURE.
4 -
4 From the Office Economist
4 The mere fact that man has
4 failed in business or other under
4 takings does not mean very much
4 unless we know what he did after
4 his failure. It's the man behind
4 the failure that will tell results—
4 whether it is the end of the man or
4 Just {he beginning. If he is made
4 of the stuff tfiat tflflSj ht will
4 come back. No man is a failure
4 until he loses heart and gives up
4 trying. There Is no such thing
4 as failure in the man who seta his
4 teeth and refuses to quit
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French Girt Surplus. '
From the Boston Globe.
The big problem in France at the close
of the peace conference will be the 700,
000 girls of marriageable age who must
live without husbands, according to Chap
lain Daniel Couve, a lieutenant in the
French army and a special representative
of the French government lecturing la
the United States.
"We have 700,000 girls who will never
have the chance to marry," the chaplain
said. “In France, before the war, we
educated our daughters to marry, and,
as the father of three daughters, X
brought them up with that constantly ts
mind. Their whole life is fftted for tt.
‘We lost 1,400,000 French soldiers out
of our population of 40,000,00*. Before
the war the population of marriageable
men and women almost balanced. Half
of our honored dead were married men
with families, and the other half were of
the age to marry.” *
No Gun Toters.
From the Dos Angeles Times.
The west of the woolly novelist is- Be
coming a memory. Think of it: A maw
can’t tote a gun in Montana! The last
legislature placed a ban on shoot! nglrons.
The day when a man dangled seven
pounds of artillery over ills hip has gon®
'orever. Nobody but forest rangers an®
peace officers can carry a sinokewagon.
without a permit, and permits are not to
ne had merely for the asking. One must
ro before a Judge and prove good char
icter and some worthy warrant for wear
ng a weapon before the license is ob
ained. This amounts to the practical
llsarmaiment of the Montana cowboy, and
die tenderfoot may not even buy a gun
po protect himself from the cockroaches,
rhe influence of the peace conference la
past.
America Needs Cables.
FTotn the Seattle Times.
Better cable connections between th®
Thlted States and Japan were warmly
lrged at a dinner in Tokyo the other "
light, held under the auspices of the
Vinerican-Japan Society. Viscount Ka
leko, one of the speakers, Indorsed the
project on the ground that improved com
nunlcatlons would promote closer and
nore cordial relations between the tw®
lountries. He suggested that a route by
vay of the Aleutian islands should Be
liven attention By responsible men In.
America and Japan. This is a matter
vhlch, if no* attempted by private cap
tal, should be undertaken by the gov
irnment. The United States should' liav®.
ts own cables running to Asia and Ed
one, rt should have so many oft them,
is might be necessary to assure prompt
nterchange of news and views with alii
no iiKKjvi: cvuiunes ui me worm;
Talking Nonsense.
From the Saturday Evening, Host:
One of socialism's parrot phrases- la
hat governments in the United State*
md Western Europe are run by. capitali
sts for the benefit of capital. It is an
>ther bird than the parrot that cannot
ee tn. the daylight. If social ism ware
lot similarly afflicted it would. long. ag<»
lave perceived what complete nonsense
flat phrase is. Time was when, capltni'*
>n government decidedly outweighed' Sb*
nfluenco of labor. The weight is just aa
ieelslvely in the other scale now. aatd
everybody who can see straight know* it.
A further contemporary fact in, 35»g
aad is that labor outweighs government
Saelf, and government knows it. When
t comes to coercing, labor cajv coerce
;overnment with far greater success than
government can coerce labor. A power
ul combination of unions has- been, lay
ng down the terms on which bajsie !n
iustries shall operate, amt government
-.as been casting about fob tke best com
promise it could make.
In the United States two. years ago
■allroad capital took on* position before
he government and raihread labor took
mother. We know which won. An
igainst socialism's silly talk about Wall
Street running the country'—or Lombard
street in England's case—the question is
whether another groat Interest is not
ible, and quite as selftshly. to impose ita.
irbitrarily will on the country.
Unfadeabl* tnk to Wilson.
From the Milwaukee Journal.
President Wilson and others at th*
pence conference may affix tneir signa
tures to the peace treaty with an unfad
stbic ink patented by Alexander Liqhten
lag. New Orleans.
Mr. Llebtentag received word from th*
state deportment that a half pint of hi«
“imperishable" Irik had been forwarded
to President WTlson for the purpose of
signing the world peace declaration. Mr.
Liiihtentag has received Information- that
!&.* govern »bit chemist* bad declared
after tests that it is Unr-vwibh. "to hl%*ok
the ink and that it «e>ukl last as
