Nebraska Newspapers

    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
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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
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elastic slimness of the voting body.
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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.
Italy Plane to Honor
Mothers of War Heroes
Floren'ce. Italy, July 7.—A project
to erect a monument here to coin
memorate the mothers of world war
heroes is gaining momentum. Signoi
Mussolini s co operation has beer
solicited in a nation-wide drive for
the necessary funds.
St. Francis Academy
Columbus, Neb.
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