Uncle Sam Guards Canal Zone
Against Sabotage by ‘Enemy’
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Guns shown at right are typi
cal of the artillery weapons in
stalled at Panama. Below,
doughboys during maneuvers
leap over a sea wall. Huge guns
and large troop concentrations
are capable of protecting the
Canal Zone's secrets.
JT^AR in Europe has caused
Uncle Sam to tighten the
guard on his vital Panama
canal. Even visitors (above) are
now barred from much of the
canal area. Tiventy thousand
troops are on duty. Sentry shown
at the left shows how soldiers
must guard against malaria.
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Merchant ships passing through the canal are guarded by army
troops like the fellow above, on duty in the engine room. It is also
reported that steel nets have been installed to protect the great
locks from would-be saboteurs.
A view from atop Ancon hill just before the last lights were ex
tinguished in Panama’s first blackout. On the left are the lights of
Miraflores locks. The outline of the canal can also be seen, a nar
row thread of water which is Uncle Sam’s “lifeline.”
Light army bombing planes on guard. They’d harry enemy ships.
THE GIFT
___ By RUPERT HUGHES
CHAPTER IX—Continued
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Ha fiz mustered energy enough to
rise.
"It’s kind of dark—and these
streets isn't any too safe for a
giaour. I walk weet' you," said
Hafiz, "to the landing-place where
you catch the Golden Horn boat—all
the same as the Coney Island boat,
yes? How many tarn I gope there
weet’ my pretty—my pretty Nayl
ma. She is dance there one sum
mer. When I sit weet’ her some
tarn those other passengers make
the face because Nayima is weet’
Osmanli. The rubbernecks is stare.
Two, three tarns I tweest those rub
berneck till they let me alone.
"Here the Osmanli wants to keel
a giaour who dares so much as look
at an Osmanli lady. I theenk the
world is a jackass.
"Bine-by we goin’ to come to—
what you call, the lock-up, cala
boose, yes? There is put the thiefs,
the killers, the bad men. Today is
put also in the cooler an Osmanli
girl—very nice family, but she loves
a Greek. It is terrible theeng to
love a Greek, but maybe she don’t,
can’t help it. She say she goin’ to
marry him. The police arrests the
Greek and the girl also too, for it
is a great crime, such a marrying.
“They take the bad girl and the
giaour to the jail, and they are goin*
to bring them to be tried. But the—
how do you say?—the mob does not
like it. The mob gets together and
says, 'Keel the giaour. Keel the
shameless girl.’
“Bine-by some soldiers come and
drive the mob away. But maybe
the mob comes back. Me, I should
not weesh to be that girl or that
Greek feller.”
This was doubly shocking news to
Jebb for it invaded his own recur
rent dreams of Miruma.
They were now descending a si
lent street whose dogs like prowling
hyenas only gave the loneliness a
terror.
Out of the murmurous silence
there rose a sound like waves tum
bling on distant shale. It was a
tumult-clamor mystified by dis
tance. Hafiz listened with lifted
head, like a rhinoceros sniffing the
air for danger.
“The mob is there again.
Queeck!” And he was running with
a speed his bulk had not implied.
Jebb followed, stumbling over the
refuse in the streets.
A bonfire had been lighted in the
square before the district police-sta
tion. The windows were ragged with
broken glass. The door hung on a
fractured hinge. In the square,
nearer the fire, a man and a woman
were struggling within a tangle of
bloodthirsty fiends who clutched at
them, struck at them with clubs
and slashed with knives.
Hafiz groaned: “The mob is get
busy. See, that is the Greek—that
is the girl.”
The crowd boiled and sworled like
eddies choked with debris.
Dragged by the lure of horror
Jebb and Hafiz moved slowly down
the hill. They saw the Greek, fight
ing like another Leonidas against
an Asian horde, sink under a smoth
er of enemies, only to reappear
gashed, bleeding, but fighting on.
The girl’s plight was more ugly, for
she had none of the mad exultance
of the death struggle of man against
man. Hers was the odium of be
ing torn to pieces and of dying in
naked shame.
Clutching talons tore her hair
loose—her veil had long since been
rent away. Jebb could look no long
er. He dashed forward and hurled
himself into the maelstrom, yelling,
cursing, striking right and left with
his fists.
Though he was too frantically des
perate to know it. alongside went
Hafiz Mustafa, bellowing like a bull
charging a pack of wolves.
The men on the outskirts of the
throng took the newcomers at first
to be only zealots like themselves,
fighting forward to the always holy
office of sticking a knife into an in
fidel. But their progress was too
furious to be long misunderstood;
Hafiz and Jebb had hardly pierced
the outer shell of the mob when the
cry rose that they were themselves
infidels to the rescue of infidels.
And now knives were turned their
way and bloodthirsty fanatics ringed
them round, forgetting for a moment
the young lovers, who, unsupported
by their enemies, fell to the cob
bles to be trampled underfoot.
The huddle was beginning to mum
ble threateningly and to brandish
fists and knives in Hafiz’ courageous
face, when the ragged noises were
stirred by a noise with a rhythm
and regularity to it. It meant sol
diers.
Without delay the mob stampeded
outwards and was dissipated in the
dark alleyways. When the patrol
debouched on the square, the tenu
ous moonlight showed only two men
erect, and two figures on the ground,
one very still, one writhing.
Jebb paid no attention to the offi
cers, but knelt by the side of the
girl whose wounds he examined with
a certainty that proclaimed him a
physician. Hafiz interpreted, and he
soon had the patrol 10 busy on his
errands that it forgot its main pur
pose.
After a while of Jebb’s ministra
tions the bruised lips began to mur
mur. Jebb bent close and heard,
but could not understand. He beck
oned Haflz to kneel by him and the
wrestler explained:
“She wants to die in her lover’s
arms."
But the body of the young Greek
had been carried away, and she
died alone, slowly, with anguish of
body, of heart, and of soul.
When she was quite dead, Haflz
murmured to Jebb that unless he
vanished he would be detailed indef
initely as a witness in the trials that
would result from the riot. Waiting
the proper instant, he dragged Jebb
up a steep street, down another,
and so on and on till they reached
the steamer landing. But the last
boat had gone. With some trouble
Haflz found a kaik, and in this wa
ter-hansom Jebb sped down the
Golden Horn among the slumberous
ships. He thought of Miruma and
felt that she was as far from his
reach as the crescent still regent in
the sky.
And then he realized that he had
lost the Gladstone bag once more.
CHAPTER X
By the time Jebb reached his ho
tel it was so late and he so exhaust
ed that neither remorse nor anxiety
Bulged Into Ihe smoking
compartment.
could beat off sleep. He woke late
the next morning luxuriously re
freshed till he realized that he had
backslidden to where he started.
What little he had found he had lost
again.
He was very glum over his coffee
and eggs when there was an eclipse
of the light and the huge orb of Haflz
Mustafa rose before him and with a
gelatinous laugh set the Gladstone
bag on the table.
Jebb threw his arms around the
monster as far as they went, and
cried:
"How in heaven did you find it?
How in—how on earth did you And
me?”
Hafiz indulged in a little self-con
gratulation.
"I’m a wise guy, all right, all
right, huh? As the boat pulls out I
see you have not the Gladdastone. I
go back and I say to myself, If he
loses it in the square, somebody
has swipe it. If he loses it on the
hill where he feerst started to run,
it may be there.' I go round and
round and finally it is there waiting
in a dark street—in the middle of the
street. I remember you say you
stop here, so here I come so early
as I can make it."
The only return he would accept
for his trouble was a cup of coffee.
There was nothing to keep Jebb in
Constantinople now, except the nec
essity of finding where to go next.
Then he took a closed araba to the
offices of the Austro-Hungarian
Lloyd to inquire when the next boat
went.
“The next boat she is just went
ing now,” said a fezzed clerk, point
ing to the steamer already gliding
from her mooring.
There would not be another until
the following Saturday. Jebb was
tempted to leap overboard and swim
after it. He was restrained by a
realization that he could not swim.
The next morning, Sunday, he was
so desperate that he went to church
—the Episcopal chapel of the Brit
ish embassy not far from his hotel.
After the service he sauntered in
the park of the Petits Champs and
sat at a table to watch the crowds
pell-melling past. He ordered cof
fee as a payment for his seat.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his
shoulder. It was so unexpected that
he jumped as he turned. He glanced
up Into a grin entirely surrounded
by red hair. He heard a voice
which seemed also to grin. It said:
“Hello! how's electricity?”
Here was the answer to a riddle
that had vexed him, and he was
tempted to demand at once:
"Who are you? and what have I
to do with electricity?”
But he had found it more profita
ble to listen than to disclose. All
he said was:
“Sit down, old man, and have
something to drink.”
"I’d give a finger for a cocktail,
but I suppose I’ll have to take cof
fee.”
Jebb was fermenting with ques
tions but the stranger seemed con
tent to watch the crowd and wait
for the Kahveji to fill his cup.
Finally Jebb ventured:
“How do you like Constantinople
by now?"
"Oh, I’ve always liked the old
town. Not quite as lively as Chi
cago in some ways, livelier in oth
ers. I suppose you will stir things
up a bit.”
“Perhaps,” said Jebb, still baf
fled.
“Funny old town, Constantinople,
nearly as big as Philadelphia and
older than all get-out, and not an
electric light or trolley car in the
whole village.”
“It is funny.”
"You’ll change all that, eh? I sup
pose you’ve found the new Sultan a
little more open to reason than the
old, not so afraid of his people. Have
you found it hard to get at the
bosses?"
“Not very.”
“I suppose there’s the same hand
out for graft here as everywhere
else.’*
"Well, I haven't had any special
trouble in that line,” said Jebb,
growing weary of fencing.
“You really think you’ll pull it
off?”
“I hope so.”
“I don't suppose I’d dare ask
whether you represent the General
Electric or the Independents.”
“That would be telling.”
“I judged from your talk on the
steamer that you were acting pretty
much on your own.”
“Yes,” was all Jebb dared to say,
his mind taking a new whirl at the
word “steamer.”
“I judged from your talk, Mr.
Pierpont, that you had enough capi
tal in your jeans to dazzle the city
fathers here.”
Jebb’s heart sickened. So this was
more of Pierpont’s brag.
“I suppose when you go back
you’ll go by land. Those Austrian
Lloyd steamers pitch and toss atro
ciously, and the 'Franz Josef Is the
worst of them all. I've got used
to it, but you seemed terribly un
happy.”
Jebb laughed, as much as to con
fess. And the man went on:
“Yes, when you got on at Trieste
I said to my wife, ‘I’ll bet that fel
low has a sad voyage.’ You looked
sort of greenery-yellery and off your
feed.”
“I wasn’t in the best of health.”
“You’re all right now, though, I
judge. That’s the effect of a few
weeks in Constantinople. She’s a
great old town in spring, eh?”
“She certainly Is. By the way,
did you notice how the little girl
was?”
“What little girl?”
“The one I had with me at
Trieste.”
“You didn’t have anybody with
you. 1 noticed specially, because
they were just pulling the gangplank
in when you jumped for it.”
Jebb's heart lurched, but he kept
a rigid face.
“Oh, of course, the little girl
wasn’t with me at that time. Have
some more coffee.”
“No, thanks, I must get back to
the hotel. I'll be mighty glad when
you get your electric plant inatalled.
The lighting of this town is some
thing fierce. You'll make a fortune
if you’ll rig up a crescent-shaped
bulb. That’s the favorite design
for their illuminations. Well, so long,
see you again, Mr. Pierpont.”
“So long—old man.”
He must learn at once Just where
Trieste was, and what was the
quickest way of getting there.
Hoping that some word from Mi
nima waited him in Vienna, Jebb
telegraphed the Union Bank to for
ward his mail to the American con
sulate in Trieste.
Leaving Constantinople the train
retraced for many miles the same
rails he had taken from Salonica.
It was strangely comforting Just
to be in motion. Whatever awaited
Jebb at his destination, at least he
had a destination, and the swift
flight of the express was exhilarant.
He breakfasted his way out of Bul
garia into Servia, and prepared to
stretch his legs at the next stop. It
proved to be—Nish!
The word came with a shock,
sending him back to his first waken
ing <n Turkey and the first sound of
thb barbaric word on an ear that
found "Uskub” equally harsh. And
now somehow through the mellow
enchantment of memory, the word
Uskub always fell with music on
his senses.
Late afternoon brought Belgrade
on the scene. Here a new passen
ger got aboard and bulged into the
smoking compartment with the
crass aggressiveness of the worst
type of traveler. He made himself
nasally audible. He behaved like a
crowd.
“Whew! he began, but these for
eigners are a pack of damned scoun
drels and fools. It’s tip, tip, tip all
day long, everywhere you turn
there’s a palm up. You’re an Amer
ican, too, eh?” Jebb nodded. "My
name's Ludlam, Charles Ludlam.”
“How are you?” said Jebb.
“Goin’ far?”
"I change at Budapest,” was all
Jebb answered. Silence seemed to
be Intolerable to Mr. Ludlam.
“Where’d you get on?”
“Constantinople.”
“Awful hole! Can’t stand the
Turks. Servians are bad enough.
Been hunting there. Those woods
are full of bear and wild boar. Had
some great times with ’em. They’re
great sport and bully good to eat.”
“You eat them?” Jebb exclaimed
rather than asked, and wanted to
add: “You cannibal!"
“You bet. But sport is only a di
version with me. I’m interested In
the prune market. They raise an
A-l prune here. Are you fond of
prunes?”
“I prescribe them sometimes,”
said Jebb. —
"Oh, you’re a doctor, eh?" Jebb
was angry at letting slip even that
information.
“Great food, great medicine,” he
said: “I’ve got a sample or two
in my soot-case."
And nothing would do but that
Jebb should test his wares.
“Talk about your undeveloped
American resources, doctor,” Lud
lam rattled on like an encyclopedia
that must disgorge its load. “The
true field for Americans is over
here. I'm making a specialty of this
country. The silk industry, for in
stance; they make silk rugs by hand
here. I’m importing machinery,
building a factory. Been working
mighty hard. Now I’m going home
for a spell—combine business with
pleasure. Going to stop olf at Mu
nich and see my sister Jennie. Go
ing to surprise her. Haven’t seen her
for months and months. She’ll be
tickled to death to see me.”
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Constant Smoking Deadens the Sense Taste
Smokers never are likely to be
come culinary connoisseurs. They
probably make less fussy husbands,
so far as cooking is concerned.
They seldom are candy eaters.
They can’t distinguish fine distinc
tions in taste. In time, it is likely,
one thing tastes just about like an
other. That is one of the sacri
fices demanded by nicotine, accord
ing to the findings of Dr. J. Edward
Rauth and James J. Sinnott, Catho
lic university psychologists.
In some way the fumes of tobacco
deaden the sensitivity of the so
called taste buds in the mouth and
on the tongue. The effect takes
place so rapidly and disappears al
most as rapidly when smoking is
stopped.
The experiment was made on six
students who swore off smoking for
Lent. The ability to taste was
measured by placing on the tongue
accurately determined solutions of
salt and of sugar in distilled wa
ter. After a point was reached at
which the subject could taste noth
ing the solution was progressively
strengthened until taste was report
ed.
Within a few days after they
stopped smoking they could taste
hall as strong a solution as when
they were using tobacco. During
the former period candy might have
been rather tasteless. Much of its
sweetness would have been wasted
on them. The effect with salt was
not so striking, but at least 50 per
cent stronger solution was needed
to arouse the sense of taste in the
smokers as in the non-smokers.
The threshold of taste, says Dr.
Rauth, rises very rapidly when a
person starts to smoke. Several
of the subjects were not able to
keep their good resolutions and
smoked a few cigarettes. The ef
fect was apparent almost immedi
ately as their taste sensitivity fell.
By much the same technique, Dr.
Rauth hopes to determine whether
the sensory acuteness rises with age
up to the time of adolescence. This
claim has been made by psycholo
gists, but with little experimental
basis. It may be. Dr. Rauth holds,
that the sensitivity itself does not
Increase, but that there is a not
able increase in the individual’s as
sociations, so that a sense impres
sion has more meaning and hence
seams to be more acute. Children
sometimes can be taught to like
foods which are repulsive to adults,
but this is probably because the dis
like is due to the associations rather
than to the taste itself. In other
words, one must learn to taste.
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HOUSEHOLD
QUESTIONS
w:
Oil casement window hinges oc
casionally. This will prevent their
rusting.
• • •
Baked custards and vanilla jun
ket are tasty with a sprinkling of
grated nutmeg.
• • •
A rubber soap-dish makes a
non-skid bird bath for the canary.
• • •
Store seeds in a cool place if
they reach you too early. They
keep better than in a warm room.
0 0 0
Try baking apples in a double
roaster with one cup of water for
a half dozen peeled apples. They
are much more juicy than when
baked in a pan without a cover.
* * *
Wash the broiler rack of your
stove in plenty of hot soapy water
—just as you would wash any
other cooking utensil. Dry it
carefully before replacing it. You
will then have a broiler that will
continuously look like new.
• * •
Be careful not to overcook egg
yolks, since they are apt to curdle.
When adding yolks to a cooked
mixtiyre first beat them with a
fork and then add a small amount
of the cooked mixture. When the
combination is well mixed add it
to the rest of the food. Cook it
for only a minute and then serve
immediately.
Idle Words
As to people saying a few idle
words about us, we must not
mind that, any more than the old
church-steeple minds the rhoks
cawing about it.—George Eliot.
Nina—You were seen with Mr. X
on the night of the storm. His wife
knows everything. See page 19 of
the May True Story Magazine, now
on sale.—Adv.
Rule Oneself
To rule oneself is in reality the
greatest triumph.—Sir J. Lub
bock.
You can DUST and never
RAISE a dust.
Use O-Cedar on your dustdoth
Mother, here’* a TIP: Use genuine O-Cedar
Polish on your DUSTCLOTH.7£f»,it/>/cAt
up the dust. You don't raise a cloud; you
don 7 chase dust around from chairs to table
to piano and back to chairs again. Instead,
pick it up and dust dustlessly; add a dash of
O-Cedar Polish to your cloth. Ask for
MOPS, WAX, DUSTIRS, CLIANIRS AND
O-CIDAR PLY AND MOTN SPRAY
Eat in Dreams
Yet eat in dreams the custard
of the day.—Pope.
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