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Closer Tie Only Hope for Europe, ^ Says Sullivan Lack of Uniformity in Lan guage, Customs and Govern ments Breeds Misunder standings. (Continued From Pnxe One.) O. K’d—"vised” is the official phrase —by the London consuls or embassies resident in London of all the countries through which he will pass. Having finished this formidable business, he has merely made a be ginning of his troubles. Let us tell the whole story in terms of analogy to an American trip of approximately equal length. Suppose, lT. S. Is Europe. Assume that America is Europe and imagine a man in St. Louis about to make a business trip to New York. The mere matter of getting ready to make the trip would include tho fol lowing operations: Go to passport office of the Mis souri government and apply for pass port; give details of personal history and personal appearance; go to pho tographer and have picture taken; re turn to photographer next day and get three pictures of yourself, take them to passport office and complete details of getting passport. You have now finished with your own government, but that is only a beginning . You must now have your passport O. K.’d by the local consuls or embassies of all the countries through which you are going to pass. For the purpose of the analogy between the trip from St. Louis to New York and a European trip of ^■Fimilar length, you must Imagine that Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio,.Penn sylvania, New Jersey and New York are all separate countries, with whol ly separate governments, and. as I shall presently' point out, different" languages, different forms of money, and each with a tariff frontier sepa rating it from the others. I he Intending traveler from St I^ouis to New York therefore would need to take his passport around to the local St. Louis consuls of Illinois, of Indiana, of Ohio, of Pennsylvania, of New Jersey and of New York. Kach of these six consuls would affix some 'nfj-stlc words and a seal unin telligible to the ttaveler. Kach of them, furthermore, would charge him a considerable fee. The aggregate cost of getting a passport and all the necessary vises would be considerably greater than the cost of the railroad tickets. At least,* the cost would he greater In the case of a Kuropenn traveler from London to Hungary, if t were the custom of Kuropean gov ernments to charge each other as high fees as they charge Americans. I have understood that they do not all eharge each other as much as they charge Americans. Entrance Fee Charged. It la a fact that the charge to an American for the vise of his passport is greater than the cost of his railroad tickets. In my case, as a traveler from America to Europe. I had to pay $10 to my own American government Jor the issue of the passport. $10 more to the British government for the right to enter Great Britain, $5 more to the French government for the right to enter France and $10.50 more to the German government for the right to enter Germany. I have not yet traveled further east or south in Europe and do not know the fees in the other countries, but I am told they run about the same. I am also told, moreover, that these high prices charged to Americans are greater than the prices charged to citizens of other countries and are based on the fact that America itself charges $10 for the vise of the passport of a European intending to visit America. To return to our traveler from St. Eouis to New York. He has now got his passport and the six necessary vises. The getting of his passport from his own government has con sumed one day and the getting of the necessary six vises has consumed at least one, and perhaps two more days. In money his outlay for the passport and vises has heen somewhere be tween $50 and $70—not far from twice ihe cost of his railroad ticket. Being thus prepared, he enters his train. As soon as he crosses the Mississippi river into Illinois a cus toms official stops him and examines his luggage. If there is anything du tiable there are fees and other time consuming details. Also, he is now in a country with a different language. Furthermore, it is a coun try with a different currency; if he has brought with him any of the * 'encarency of his own country he must exchange it into the currency of tho new country, a process always at tended with some expense, and in "onie cases in Europe attended with a quite a considerable diminution. Five hours layr on, when the trav eler passes the state line Into Indi ana, he must go through the same process — customs Inspection, ex change of money and a new language. Five hours more, and when he passes ihe next state boundary Into Ghlo lie must go through It all over again. The same when he enters Pennsyl vania, the saint! again when he enters N'cw Jersey, and the same again when he enters New York. America lias No Harriers It Is not necessary to expand on i his fundamental difference between Europe and America, the Immense political difficulties It gives riso to. i he national Jealousies In all cases and i he aetito national hates In some rases; differing points of view about religion, human relations and the re lation of the state to the Individual, lieast of all is It necessary to ex pand on the difference in the con venience of doing business. I have always thought that the great advan tage America hat\ over Europe was in ita natural wealth, the Immense. • >i- at. least not worn out. stretches of virgin, or practically virgin, soil and virgin forest. Hut I am no longer sure that thta , 4 the greatest of our advantages. I begin to wonder whether one might not safely say this: that the greatest single basis of America's malerlul between the Atlantic and lbs Pacific ami between the Gulf of Mexico and the Great Lakes—a territory the size of Europe, but with no tariff banters, sa compared with Europe's ST. or 40. Europe's Disintegration Grows. Now. the conspicuous and undenia ble fecit about tn* present phase of Europe Is that this condition tends to grow not less, but greater. The num ber of separate nations, of separate governments; the number of customs tariff walls, the number of separate currencies, the number of different kinds of stamps, even the number of different languages In Europe, is to day very much larger than It was before the war. Correspondingly, the afflictions, political, social and com mercial, which flow from these divi sions have been greatly increased by the war. That phrase ot Woodrow Wilson's about the right of every people to practice self-determination and the national sentiments which either give rise to that phrase or elBe arose out of It have gone very far. Becnuse of it there are new national flags in Eu rope which never existed before, and old national flags now fly which have been in abeyance for more than a hundred years, In the case of Poland; 300 years in the case of Bohemia, or 700 years, ns in the case of Ireland. In traveling in Europe today there s a customs examination between Ire land and England which never was before. In what was the empire of Austria there are now three separate nations and portions of several more. And the end is not yet. The mo mentum which Wilson and the events of the war gave to self-determination g(#>s on. Kacial self-consciousness has arisen on the part of minute little groups, expressing itself in new de mands for the consideration of their hereditary costums and their ancient languages. In Belgium within the last month a ministry went out of power on a question between the French language and the ancient Flemish tongue. In Ireland Gaelic Is now the official language. In the south of France the ancient and al most forgotten language of Provence, "langue d'oc," has witlj/n a few weeks beeri^ made compulsory on an equal basis with French in the local schools. It is as if in America the old Ger man element In Pennsylvania, which has been there for 200 years, should BUddenly develop a racial self-eon Hclousness and should demand that “Pennsylvania Dutch," as it is locally called, should be taught in the schools equally with English; or as jf the old French element in Eouisiana should demand the restoration of their an cient language und all the other at tributes of self-determination; or as if the Spaniards In New Mexico should demand the same. United .States of Europe. Sentimentally and emotionally, we like to eee the revival of these old tongues and old flags. You feel that it makes for pride and other good qualities in the. individual. But from the mere material point of view of politics and commerce and —most important of all—from the standpoint of preventing future wars, there can't be much doubt that Eu rope would be better oft if it had, as America has, a single language— a single language and al the forces of unity that attend the possession of a common tongue. Certainly Europe would be better off if it were a single economic unit, with no interior tariff walls. \\ hen Wilson used the phrase "self-determination" it did not stand alone. It was one of the 14 points, and another of the 14 was "economic barriers.” For the moment the centrifugal forces in Europe, the forces that make for disintegration, are clearly in the ascendant. Europe since the war has close to the same number of separate nations that America has separate states. It is as if each state in America were wholly independent, with no allegiance whatever to any central government, each with a sepa rate language, a separate currency, a separate tariff. And yet, while the tendency In Eu rope since the war has been clearly centrifugal, you see occasional exam ples of the contrary force. The other day a loan made to Austria was guar anteed by Britain, France, Italy. Czechoslovakia, Belgium, Sweden! Denmark and Holland. That was an Important co-operation. It was done under the auspices of the league of nations. The best minds of Europe believe that Europe s hope lies in greater and greater co-operation, in federation. They begin to speak of a United States of Europe, analogous to our own federal government. They say that the league of nations must be kept as a world wide institution, but that within Europe there must be something stronger. The league of nations, while too strong as an Insti tution designed to take In all the con tinents, is not strong enough for the needs of Kurope aa a unit. f’opyrlfht. 1923. Japanese Vi ill Discuss Vi orld W irelegs Services Tnkio, July 7—World wireless services, anil particularly the de velopment and fight on American rights in the Chinese wireless flleld, will he discussed by a conference of prominent Japanese In Tokio this month. Premier Kato will head the conference, which will be attended by Viscount Hhibusawa, Haron Togo and others who have long been Interested In all matters affecting communica tions with other nations. The Inter national aspect of the Japanese gov ernment's wireless policy will be given especial attention, and care fill reports will be made of all nego tiations affecting thp fight of Japan to oust the American Federal Wire less company from the Chinese field Fish Have Real Feast Day W hen Ants Invade Town Merrill, Wis., July 7.—Fish In the lakes and streams near this city re cently enjoyed a day of real feasting when Merrill was "Invaded’’ by an army of giant ants After residents of the city, aided by hundreds of chickens, ducks and geese, n 11 of the lnttar enjoying greatly the "invasion,” had for two days battled the unwel come visitors, millions remained. The ants were of the flying variety and were of a hrowulneh hue. They were about three quarters of an Inch In length. Close observers said they arrived In the city with a train load of pulp wood received from Canada. *Love Letter’’ Mail Carrier for 34 Years Will Retire Oherlln, O., July 7.—After serving continuously for lit years on the same route, I,, p. Chapman( Oberlln'a first mail cai i ler, will retire July 1. Chap men's route took hlrn to most of the cotlageH housing coeds at Oherlln college. He delivered most of the love letters and checks from patents re celved by students. Married Life of Helen _ and Warren Warren Prove* a Disgruntled Guide to the "Arty" Lure* of Greenwich Village. “The Zippy Zebra’’ was the faded black and orange lettering over the cavernous basement. But the door was barred and the dusty window dark and curtainless. “That animal's defunct,” shrugged Warren. "Now where?" "There's a lot more," Helen con sulted her clipping, "Where to Dine in Greenwich Village.” ' "Here's the 'Jazzy Jug—Full of Pep, Patrons and Pippins. An Intriguing Hostess'. That sounds interesting." "Hope it's not far," complained Mis. Stanley. "I can't walk much further." “Just the next street. Doesn't give the number—but it can't be far." "Hot night for slumming," Mr. Stanley mopped his heated face. "I thought you wanted fo see the village," resented Helen. "Oh, we do! I'm sure it's most in teresting. John's always cross when he’s tired," apologized Mrs. Stanley. “And he didn’t have his tea today.” "Tea?” scoffed Warren. "You New Yorkers are too busy for afternoon tea," laughed Mrs. Stanley. "The way you rush over here! It's amazing—your bustling energy." Having given the whole afternoon to steering their English friends through the sights of New York, Helen resented their covert criticism. "Weil, cheer up, here we are," Warren swung his oane at the "Jazzy Jug" H gn just ahead. "Doesn’t look much like the Cafe Royale or Picca dilly Grill." As they drew nearer, Helen's heart sank. The greasy basement of the tumbled house was not alluring. Only a dim light shone from the low door way. "We can’t eat in this joint, blurted Warren. "Bo afraid of the food." “Why, dear, they play up this old careless atmosphere—that's part of it. Oh, look, it says 'Dinner in the Garden'—that so<4nds nice and cool." "What d'you think. Stanley?" queried Warren. "Want to chance it?" "We’ll have to! My feet hurt so,” walled Mrs, Stanley. “I just can't go any further." “Oh, l'nf so sorry,” sympathized Helen. "Why didn't you tell us?” "I'll be all right if I can Just sit down,” limping through the door way. The low, sawdusted room with its red tables and yellow chairs was empty. But following the Sound of voices, they came to a small cluttered kitchen. "How do we get out to that gar den?” demanded Warren. "Right through here.” gruffed the gaunt, shirt-sleeved, collarless cook. Helen, looking straight ahead, tried not to see the soiled dishes and dubi ous dish towels. "Why 'garden'?” muttered Warren as they came out into a small undis guised backyard crowded with rough, weather-worn tables and benches. From a vociferous group in the cor ner rose the hostess—dark, foreign, a red bandeau around her black oily hair, a purple gown, and barbaric earrings. "How many? Four?" her voice ■starttngly deep and raucous. "This table?” "Perhaps we'd belter have just a drink,” whispered Helen, her oour age weakening. "Best food in the village,” vaunted the woman, sensing their reluctance. "A la carte?" demanded Warren. "No, just the one dinner—ante pasto, soup, and veal with rice.” "Rum dinner for a hot night," was Warren's ungracious comment. "Oh, let's cat!” Mr. Stanley, not having had his tea, was disgruntled. "Its quite a famous place," en couraged Helen, as the woman, tak ing t-heir order for granted. re treated. “Home interesting people may drop in later." "What are those supposed to be? Trees?" Mrs. Stanley was viewing the weird monstrosities with which some village artist had decorated the fence "More like tipsy toad-stools,” grunted Warren. "Hello, lamp that Icebox!” The Icebox, crowded out of the tiny kitchen into the yard, required the frequent informal appearance of the red faced brigand cook. "Those geraniums in those salt boxes! What a curious idea!" Half a dozen kitchen salt boxes, let. tpred "Halt,” hung from nails along the fence, each holding a discouraged geranium plant. "A breeze!" Mrs. Stanley ceased fanning with her "Seeing New York" guide. "It's really much cooler out here than any Indoor place," Helen, who felt unhappily responsible, grasped at every alleviating note. "Don't lean against thnt fence, .John!” Book nt your coat." "No back to these bally benches." "You'd have enjoyed an uptown restaurant more," regretted Helen. “Not at all," protested Stanley, politely. "80 this Is New York’s Bntln Quarter? It's most unique,” gazing around tTie unsightly back yard. An old ladder, a flapping clothes line, a rusty wash-boiler contributed to the "undefiled atmosphert." Any pretense nt decoration had been scorned. Kven candlesticks wcra tabooed. The candles stuck In old bottles spluttered weirdly. Through ■ the dejected withered vines that failed to screen the open window, they caught Intlmnte glimpses of the kitchen. "I'd give five shillings for a pint of stout,” offered Mr. Stanley. "Ouess you'd give mors than that," grinned Warren. Their spirits were slightly lifted by a generous plate of sardines, pimen tos*, radishes, olives, salami and sliced tomatoes. The tblcklsh soup served In crude earthenware bowls was surprisingly good. Their strenuous sight seeing after noon hud left them undlscrlmlnat Ingly hungry. Kven Helen, always finicky, dispatched her soup with relish. A ehorus of greetings from the group In the corner ss another couple entered—a girl In a dizzy batik blouse with a neurotic cadaverous youth. "How's old Bob? How's hi feeling tonight?" "Putrid," accepting a clgaret. "How's the play? Hot that third act yet?" "No. I'm stuck. Atrophy of the ceiebral sphere." "Hullo. Bob,” the “Intriguing hos tess” joined them. “Seen anything of Billy Mason? Was he drunk? Well, he is now—celebrating that nude he sold. Got a bun on over at Daffy Dave’s—spouted Virgil with a table cloth draped around him. A scream!” “That girl hasn’t any stockings!” whispered Helen. “That design’s sten ciled on her ankles. I read about it, but I didn’t think they really did it.” "What’s that?” Mr. Stanley shed his bored apartness. "Now never mind, John, you finish your soup.” The place was filling up. The girls with hair-portioned hair. Tut ear rings, Vermillion lips and sandals. Everyone knew everyone—an Inti mate coterie. Most of them having dined, had dropped in to the “Jazzy Jug” for coffee. In the general buzz Helen caught disconnected phrases. “Ultra modernist aesthetes . . . bourgeois socialists . . , dilettantish psychoanalysis . . . erotic complex ■ • • . Vreud . . . soul sprit . . . shackle-breaking intelligentsia . . . Sanctum of self-expression . . . kine tic vibrations.” Suddenly a long shanked vagabond, with a saturnine expression, stood up on bis bench and recited. Sonorous, meaningless lines-»-impassioned va porlngs on "A Soul Untrammeled.” After the applauding howls,he step ped down and passed his shabby hat "Guess that's worth a quarter." Warren thrust his hand into his pocket. “Kitty, kitty, kitty,” Helen flirted with a big gray cat promenading the fence. “Oh, you’d bh lovely if you weren’t so dirty,” when it finalfy came down to the lure of the veal she could not eat. “Tough as rubber,” Warren was struggling was his portion. "Guess their ‘pep patrons’ get their- chow elsewhere.” The densert. a mixture of gritty stewed tigs, prunes and apricots, was still hot, apparently an emergency dish. But the thick, rich Turkish coffee was delicious. “My word, that's topping coffee!" Mr. Stanley's first commendation. "We dhould’ve dined at a regular place and come here just for coffee.” "Why, dear, it wasn't so bad,” de murred Helen, still In her protltiafory role. “And it's quite cool out here. We might've done much worse." "Well, let's move on. Who d'you pay? That pirate )n the kitchen?" "Why, no, I imagine you pay her. There's no menu—I suppose she'll charge whatever she choose*," anx ioused Helen. "Going so early?" the hostess left her table. "Things haven't started yet. Billy Robson's coming over wnh his ukulele and Podgy Petei'll be 'round." But not lured by these attractions. Warren drew out his wallet. The bill paid, Helen still In appro hensive Ignorance of the amount, they made their way hack through the stifling cookery, and out to the street. "It was rather interesting, don't you think?” Helen broke the awk w ard silence. “Oh, very." politely assented Mrs. Stanley. "And most unusual!'' "What next? Guess were all fed up with this flap-doodle," glumnied Warren. "Let's get hack to civilian tlon We'll take a taxi." "The top of a bus is much cooler,” suggested Helen, economically "And you can see so much more. We can get one at Wnahlngton Square." Rut the warm night had crowded the buses, and there was a con strained, disconcerting 10 minifies' wait before they managed to scramble on. , "Only two on top,” shouted the conductor. "You take those," urged Helen. "We'll go Inside." As the Stanleys cllmlied up top. Helen, glad of a few moments' relief from the strain of entertaining them, followed Warren Inside. "Oh. I’m almost dead!” dropping wearily into a seat. "We've given them the whole day—and they’re so unappreciative! I think he was hor rid at dinner’" "You dragged ’em down here! They didn’t want to slum around. Don't ' Xpert prople from the smartest part of Mayfair to gush over the Jazzy Jug.' do you?" "Why she kept saying they must see Greenwich Village—she'd read so much about It. And she wants to see Chinatown, too—you heard her say that! Dear, do we have to take them there?" "You het we don't!" grimly. "If they can't bum around on their own —let 'em hire a guide. Next time any body comes to New York—they'll stand a fat chance of us trotting ’em .sround. I'm fed up with sightseeing!" with an Irate jah of his cane "Thlg dose of rubbernecking will last me foY some time!" (Copyright. Ills ) Next Week—A String of \mber Beads. Soviet Regime in Siberia Selling Ronds by Lottery Vludlvoetok. July 7 —Tha com missar of the people's finances lias permitted thelssue of 20.000,000 robin In new bank notes. The face value of the bank n'Oea will be 1,000, t'.BOO, Hnd 6,000 roblei. These notes will ho guaranteed by the gold reserve of the district, und It Is hoped that In this way the circulation of the Japan esc yen will be curtailed The government Is trying to raise a new Internal loan In gold r-ihles, hut so tor it has not met wllh much success. The loan Is In the form of n lottery, nnd prises will he drawn each year. The prises will he given from the accumulated Interest of the bonds which bear * per cent. In order to sell these bonds the government Is offering them on the Installment plan. EAT IN COMFORT At th« llinihaw CalalarU It !• lha Cnolaat Cafetartft in Omaha BEATTYS Henshaw Cafeteria Hatal Hanahaw I Rough-Hewn Dorothy Canfield | (iontinurd from Yentrrday.) notnis. Neulc ( rittcndcn, 15 year* old, i* u t> pi cul rod-biooilfd American l#oy living with li.» pureiil* hi l moil ti ll, a *inall village near .>cw lurk illy. Ho Itn* completed luii« your* in propnrutoo »cii«m>I. \uia timi turn* arrive* and. with hi* mother gone to vl*it relative*, he and In* father nenate a* to how Neale hiuiII *pend 111* i vacation. In France .u.ir>*e Allen, 11 year* old, i* living with her .tiuerican parent* in the home of Anna Klcuergttry, a I reach woman. Marine’* father i* foreign agent for ail Anierieau bu*in«*»* firm. Old Jeanne Amigorena, French pca*ant woman, 1* employed by tue Allen* a* a Norvant. Mari*o i* deeply iutere*ted in the *mdy of French uiid mump. During vacation Noalo pecome* an omnivorous reader and *pend* much time in iii* fa ther'* library. Vacation over, Neale re turns to Hadley preparatory school and tinlftiic* hi* hint year, F.arly the follow ing autumn he panne* the entrance ei uitiinutioim to Columbia unlvernity. Fend ing tuo opening of school ho work* at hi* giundtutiier * mivv mill. Hi France Mari»c enter* a musical contest. ' In the au dience arc dudnine Huirticr, a French lady acquaintance of Mar ate’* mother and her non. dean-Fierre, who hun ju*i re turned iroin two year*’ ntudy In America. Jeuii-Fierre i* much Intercnted in Marine, whom ue hud known before going to America. Something seemed to break and clear away in Jean -Pierre’s head, like fumes drifting away from a shattered retort. So this, was a school girl, this solid, unformed lump of human flesh, neither child nor woman, who had lost a child’s poetry and had not yet come to woman's seductiveness. lie looked eoolyatthe girl (his mother whispered her name, the younger sister of a iycee friend of his), dissecting her with her eyes, immeasurably relieved. Was it for an amorphous creature like this, too old to kiss on the cheek, too young to kiss on the mouth, that he had suffered? Why, it was nothing; a mere morbid whim of his ignorant boyhood. How' right Maman had been in making Papa send him away from it! He had grown to be a man without realizing it, a man of the world, in no danger of losing his head over chits. 'x The Prelude was finished. The player got to her feet, and bowed self consciously to the muted thuddings of gloved palms on gloved palms which greated the cessation of her activities. She got herself off the stage, walkipg heavily in her too tight slippers. Jean Pierre, who sat at one side could see a little behind the scenes and observed that as soon as she thought she was out of sight of the audience, she gave way to childish relief that the ordeal was over, and skipped forward, run ning. He suppressed a supercilious smile of esthetic scorn. Her body, as large and heavy as a woman’s, no longer expressed the Impulses of the child she still was. She skipped clumsily, with an Inelastic energy *«' gt ure like u cow capering In ft spring-time pasture. Jean-Pierre felt the keenest pleasure in his ruthless perception of her lack of grace. _This was emancipation: "She plays very nicely," murmured his mother, on the genera! chance that s Tne member of her family might be sitting within earshot. "Vis. very agreeably,” he concurred. Neither of them had heard a note of the music. They continued to sit In decorous Bilenee, looktng with vacant faces straight before them, till the next per former appeared. This was EHse Fortier, whom they were both pre pared to detest because of her father and mother and brother. They did detest her. everything about her from her thin, dry hair, ft-izxed out to im itate abundance, to her shifty eyes ex actly like her mother's, from her stooping shoulders, to her long bony hands, which clattered out loudly the Schubert Marche M1111 a Ire When she had finished, "Really quite a talent," observed Mme Garnler taking pains to be audible: and, ''Remarkable for her age." agreed Jean-Pierre. He saw that another player was coming forward, a slim tall girl with thick shinning dark hair held hick by a white ribbon like the other*. She stood for an Instant to bow to the audience before sitting down ot the piano, and he could look up full into her unconscious face, gazing out over hi* head impersonally with shy, liquid, dark eyes. She was breathing a little rapidly, her young breast rising and falling under the fllmv white of her dress. A timid propitiatory smile curved her sensitive mouth and arched her long, fltp*ly-drawn eyebrows. Not a muscle of Jean Pierre’s face changed; every line of his careless, confident attitude froze taut as It was And underneath this motionless ex terior. he felt his heart hotly. Joyfully weeping in a r«*»ion of thanksgiving, like a frieghtei ed lost child who has come Into the right wav. He lost all sw.se of connect on with his body and yearning. worshiping, clamoring, im periously calling, humbly beseeching, he g;i/»*d out from the l ire of hts immobile, well dressed external self at ♦ he girl sitting before the piano. Two years, two long years of exile, how could life ever make up to him for those two lost years4 How he had starved' His famished eyes f^d raven ouslv on what thev saw. the supple, elastic slimness of the voting body. Hobart M. Cable Pianos $375 Positively the greatest buy we know of in an upright piano. Words cannot describe the con struction a n d appear ance. The tone is exquisite. The quality of the Hobart M. Cable keeps it so. Come in. See and try this instrument before you buy any piano. Pay ment terms arranged. Mickels 15th and Harney the hue, thin ankle and shapely foot, the creamy forearm, the agile, strong, white lingers, so bravely Hinging out harmonies beyond the comprehension of the smooth broad brow, Inviolate, intact, innocent, ignorant, which bent its full child's curve over the keys. Jean Pierre looked and looked, pros trating himself in awe before the re. velation of divine, stainless youth. Never till that moment, ne told him self, had he understood the meaning of the holy word, virgin. And he hud thought, those two long years, that he had always held her be fore his eyes! He had remembered nothing, nothing of what she was. Yet, how could he have divined what she was becoming—that mouth, her pure girl's mouth, cleanly drawn in scarlet against the flowerlike flesh perfumed with youth. Would he—would he would he know the first cool touch of those young Ups. . .he found that he could see her no more, for a mist before his eyes, and yet he continued to strain his eyes through the mist to wards where she sat. Home one touched him on the arm. It was Maman—Maman who looked at him in tender sympathy. As their glance met, she smiled at him, and nodded her head once, reassuringly. She looked as she had when he was a little boy. and she had yielded at last to some desperately held whim of his. Dearest Maman! It was a promise she gave him silently, a promise to help him towards his happiness. Hhe too had succumbed to Marlse. Who would not? He pressed her hand gently, and smiled in return. A calm peace came upon him. Madame Gamier knew very well be forehand when the little American girl was to come on the program, and after that illbred, over dressed Yvonne Bredier had wriggled and grinned her way off the stage, she felt an anxious, nervous expectation. Jean Pierre had no idea what was coming. She could feel that. Although she dared not change her position to look at higi, she was acutely aware of the relaxed careless pose of his body, and of the nonchalant turn on the stage. And then she felt with that sixth sense of her passion for Jean-Pierre that he had been struck, had been pierced, as though a knife had thrust him through and through. Although hp had not moved—’oecause he had not moved, had not changed a line of his careless attitude, she divined that he had been stricken into Immobility. What was it? Was It the shock of disillusion, of disappointment at pro saic reality for a long, romantic dream? Or did he still And In the girl whatever strange sorcery had ao be witched his boyish fancy? She herself sat as stiAly motionless as he, suffering so exquisite a torture of suspense that she dared not bring herself to end it by a look at his face. Home one bask of her coughed, and the sound broke the spell. She drew a long breath and resolutely turned her head towards her son. "Oh, my Jean-Pierre, oh. my little boy! is it so you feel? Oh. n>y darling, do you w'ant her. do you want any thing in the world like'that? My little hoy. a man! To thtnk that It is my little boy. thus burning with s man's desire! Oh, yes. Jean Pierre, you shall have her . what la your mother for but to help you have what you want? Oh, poor boy. poor hoy, to look at any woman so . . . Oh. Jean Pierre, if you knew Women, how they only live to fool men . . no woman on earth la worth. . .*' Fhe sa now that his flaming: young: eyes were veiled with tears. She touched his arm. she smiled st him, closer to him than slnoe his early childhood. And he took her hand, he smiled hack, he looked at her as he had not once since his Infatuation be gan—like her son, her only son once more letting her Into his heart. She held tightly to his hand, now happy and at peace. Thus together, hand in hand, they were looking up at the stage when the girl struck the final chord, and rising, turned once more towards the front to make her bow In acknowledgment of the applause. The excitement, the ef fort, had brought a shell-like color Into her subtly modeled cheeks. Once more she looked out Into the audience Im personally and then, as she turned to go, unconsciously drawn by the in tense gaze of the couple in the second row, her dark eyes dropped them for an Instant's glance of friendly recognition. Madame Gamier felt her son draw a sudden, gasping breath through half-open lips and tighten his hold on her hand. During the rest of the program her thoughts and plans rose in a busy cir cling swarm. After all, there were advantages. It might be much worse! impressionable, sensitive. Inexperienc ed as Jean Pierre was, It might very well have been some mature married woman in search of a new sensation who had thus caught his first young passion. Or even not his passion at all. Even if he himself had felt nothing, any woman could have victimized him by working on that foolish sensibility of hts. If she could make him think—and his mother al ways had a scared sense of how easy that would be—that she was In love with him, he would never know how to retreat, as more brutal men knew so well how tp do. She had always been afraid of some such entangle ment as that. In which Jean-Pierre's weakness (in her heart she called it plainly that, and not chivalry or sensi bility) would make him a helpless vic tim of a woman either an old fool her self or a calculating sensualist Heavens! How many dangers there were In the world for one's son! And sons could not be guarded like daugh ters, by keeping them under your thumb. There were also, for such' a romantic, unworldly boy as Jean Pierre, all the variations on the Camille theme. How easily some shrewd wo man of the demimonde could have pulled the wool over his eyes! Madam* Gamier nad no doubts that Jean Pierre knew such women. Her son was a man like all other men. for all his poetic, hlghstrung Ideas, and had certainly had his part of an ordinary man's life, especially thos« last two years away from home, irresponsible and alone. Oh, yes, the more she thought shudderingly of the dangers he had escaped, the more harmless ap peared this fancy for a school girl And if his fancy was to light on a young girl, In some ways it was more convenient to have her a foreigner with no family, so to speak, rather than a girl of Bayonne society, whose family would expect to have much to say about all the arrangements of Jean Pierre's life. When the concert was over, she said to Jean-Pierre, "If you like, we will wait till the girls come out, and walk home with Danielle and her classmates." As she spoke she nodded to old Jeanne Amigorena. the cook in the American family, who stood there, also waiting, her young mistress' cloak and hat on her arm. It occurred to her that one of the first things to do would be to eliminate that servant. She probably !*tw altogether too much about Marlse's family. It would not be prudent to have her around a young menage; and anyhow, old serv ants were sn intolerable nuisance with their airs of belonging to the family. CHAPTER XVII! Manse had noticed as she left th* stage, that Madame Uarnier was there with her son, oh, yen, Danielle had said her brother was back from America. Now he'd be tagging around everywhere, tied to his mothers apron- strings, as papa said all young Frenchmen were. Yes, they were holding hands this minute. How pa pa would laugh to see that, as much as he did when Frenchmen with beards kissed each other. And now he'd be everlastingly coming in, with his tiresome mother on Maman's day” at home, to fidget and stammer and drop his teaspoon. Oh, well, she thought with a superior eondesceiw sion, he had been hardly more than a boy. Just out of the lycee, only 21. He might be better now. Perhaps he had got rid of a little of his shy ness in New York: although 23, for a man, was of course no age at all. The fashion at school just then, was to look down on boys and young men as green and inspid— The ideal of all the girls was sn old man of 40, with white hair, snd black eye brows, a li tie pointed gray heard, and such sad. say eyes! Kvery girl was waiting for such a chance to devote herself to healing the wounds made by other women, faithless, heartless creatures who had ravaged his youth and de stroyed his faith. To prove to him what a woman's fidelity and love could he, and then die in his remorse ful arms, of alow consumption brought on by his neglect . . . ! Or. as the pious ones had It. to bring him hack to the church, and have him become a monk after your death. Or perhaps, as some of the more dm matie ones Imagined the matter, tc find a plot agwtnct h!s life, and tc sacrifice yourself to defeat it. throw ing back at the last moment the hoe* of your long dark cloak, and showing a beautiful white satin gown, staine with your heart’s blood, as you gasp ed out, "For you, for you, adorei Rpne.” The books from which the girls got these ideas, and many others not hc harmless, were kept In a hole hidder behind a big loose stone in the end wall of the school garden. (tontlnueri Mfindtt In The Morning Bee.) Man Lying in Minnow Pond Warbles Appropriate Song East St. Louis, 111.. July 7.—At S in the morning police officers heaid someone disturbing the peace of thn neighborhood with a vocal solo. “Asleep in the Deep." The disturber was found lying in the waters of a minnow pond, where he was getting inspiration for hi* words. He had further inspiration from an illicit beverage, police who dragged him from the pond said. 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